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A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

I dont have netflix. =(

A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

Yup.

A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

Yay! Once Anya and Damon have more one on one interaction, he'll ge better. I have to get back into the swing of him.

A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

Alrighty

Please Stay

His voice... it brought her a sense of comfort. It was familiar, but Ryan could barely show when she was happy or sad, much less uncomfortable. So her plain look remained as she nodded to his statement. She could sense all around tension, and for having what seemed to be the emotional range of a teaspoon, Ryan had always been particularly good at picking up on emotions. Perhaps it was because of her inability to show them. Either way, she went to her business, a rather large file case being pulled from her bag. It contained everything about the team so she could gauge who would possibly be more of a target, but hearing a chorus of complaints her head turned. It would have made her smile, remembering the times McGonagall had asked her to sit in practices her last two years of school to make sure there was someone who could administer immediate healing help if need be.

That memory was so distant now, and she quickly returned to her work, opening the first of many files. The first file had been Oliver's, and she already knew he would be a target. Just as her husband had been... but he didn't make it, and it was her own sort of personal mission to make things right so no one else would suffer a similar fate. Her next file was of a person she hadn't seen. Kearney Stevens. Her eyes glanced up, studying the players before she saw his status. She read it aloud to herself. "Pending release from Azkaban?" Her voice was soft, and she set the file aside. That raised plenty of questions in her mind. If it hadn't been so hard on her to return to the Department of Mysteries after the war, she would have... but where she was at it would have made it difficult. Especially when she did work with the veil.

She shook her head ad she continued reading through the files, and after what felt like an hour, a large crack filled her ears. She wrote it off as another player, who was late, but a pair of puffy blue orbs met her eyes, and she immediately set down her work and saw Charlie there. "Charlie..." she began, standing momentarily, and he looked at her. She was silenced, and she picked up the crying boy, and rubbed his back.

"George is having another break down. He picked up on it, so mum insisted I bring him to you while we deal with it. Since Katie is at practice too." Charlie explained, setting down Ayden's bag. Ryan nodded

"Then get home. Ayden will be alright for today. I hope." She said, and Charlie nodded disapparating on the spot. She sighed, and she sat with Ayden, playing with the boy's hair. She couldn't afford a distraction right now, but family did come first to Charlie, and he wanted to remove, even his godson, from the negativity.

"Mummy..." he whimpered, and she placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Watch them, Ayden. Quidditch, remember?" She whispered and the boy's eyes lit up ad he looked to the sky, and Ryan kept her eyes peeled as her son became instantly enthralled at the flying sport. Her mind was so pre occupied. Reading the files and the like that she had nearly forgotten how beautiful Quidditch looked from the ground. It was amazing to watch what they did in the sky, but something seemed off...

And it was probably the absence of the one player... Kearney Stevens.

"Mummy..." Ayden's voice came and snapped her from her thoughts as he pointed up. "Fly?"

"We'll ask Uncle Charlie when we see him." She said, using her fingers to brush his thick locks of blonde hair. Obviously today, though it was a practice, was going to be uneventful. So she picked back up the file of Kearney Stevens and read it over, and Ayden frowned at his mother's expression.

"What wrong?" He asked, his head looking straight up at her and she leaned her head down and placed a kiss to his forehead.

"Something isn't right, Ayden. Keep watching." She urged as she found some of the paperwork. "Seen to in due course? Oh no... that isn't right at all."

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Finished

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I will have Damon up after I go on break at work.

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Cassandra felt oddly at home surrounded by horny human males looking to get lucky. She was always getting male attention. Always, and after warning the Salvatore vampire who had no clue who she was, she moved to a table where an entourage ensued. They began buying her drinks, but once the sand blonde Original came forth, she watched her entourage leave and he took their place. He began speaking to her, and she looked into het drink. How wrong he was. She hadn't been looking for the Original Family period, but seeing Elijah would have been nice at this point. "Actually, Klaus," she began, "I have no ill will to your family, I actually quite enjoy the company of your brother, Elijah. I just know of the bad blood between you and the Salvatore vampire over there. Just like I know that Marcel isn't exactly merciful to those who break his rules." She said, and her eyes scanned the room for eyes on them and was pleased to find none.

She relaxed, and she noted Elijah heading there way. "To be honest, I came to help out some friends."

"Cassandra?" Elijah asked as he approached, sitting to her other side, and she smiled to him. "The years never change your beauty."

He gently took her hand and placed a light kiss to her knuckles. "I see you never told your brother about me. For obvious reasons I assume."

Elijah chuckled, and turned to Klaus. "Cassandra here was my first sire." He said before grabbing his drink and moving to the bar again. Cassie then looked to Klaus.

"However, Klaus. Since you so graciously warned me, I should tell you. If you really think I need warned, you obviously have no idea who I am or how dangerous I can be." She said, raising her eyes to see Marcel and his own entourage entering the bar. Her eyes narrowed and she went back into her glass before she moved from her table to the bar. Now, to send her message.

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Damon looked yo the bartender, and smiled st her name, accepting her hand as she introduced herself. "Damon Salvatore." He said back. She was nervous, he could see that a mile away. "By the way, you're doing fine. I'm guessing it's your first night." He said, and as she continued on, his eyes averted to see the woman who gave him a warning speaking with Elijah and Klaus before another group came in and she came over to the bar.

Well, this would be interesting. The black male of the group, one whose name struck him as Marcel from the buzzing around him, approached the bar and smiled to the bartender now. He was attempting to be charming. Most women might have fallen for it, but there were flaws to it. "Scotch, please, and some beer for these guys." He ordered before the brunette walked over again.

"Why don't you guys take the table over there? I'll bring it you your drinks." She offered, and Damon watched the bartender as she got the drinks and waved her back over.

"Hey, do me a favor. You are very pretty, and far from stupid. Just watch yourself around those guys, okay?" He said to her before he finished his drink and on his napkin he wrote down hos phone number and left her a rather hefty tip. He gave her a smile. He knew when to duck out. "Call if you want to hang out." He said

This place was beginning to be too much like what he left behind, but at the same time, he knew it was going to be. All things supernatural became like Mystic Falls. He just hoped for lesstragedy in this town.

I Can't Face The Dark Without You

Okies. =)

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Finished!