SirensCall

A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

Do you mind if I skip to morning?

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It was going to be a good day, come hell and high water, at least that was how one Cameron Rogers was thinking, his bright emerald eyes following a pretty brunette number into a small tea shop. A beautiful girl like that couldn't have been human, but every time he got on her trail, she poofed and was gone until he crossed her path again. It was like she was taunting him, and with the recent rise in supernatural attacks against humans, that left humans dead or damn near it, he was looking to find the newer supernaturals in town. And he hadn't seen her before.

Still, he sat, lazily watching from the bus stop across the street. He had seen Ian Moreau head in there just a few moments before the brunette, and welll... Cam was beginning to find the vampire a nuisance. Granted, most of the trouble he got into wasn't severe enough to piss off the council that he had been working for, he had still crossed paths with him more times than he cared to remember.

He finally stood, and he entered the small tea shop, the shop owner being who he wanted to talk to, but the brunette had him intrigued, especially since very few creatures could resist a vampire's natural charm, and she barely passed Ian a glance. "Afternoon, Agnes." He said. He always dropped in around this time if he needed help with whatever he was doing. He'd learned that it was one of her slowest times, so she could actually speak with him.

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Dahlia Frost. The Siren. She hadn't been discovered as a siren yet, which was good... no one needed to know that she was there and that she would be there for a good long while. That meant she could cause utter chaos when she so chose, but an annoyingly attractive hybrid had been hot on her heels. Luckily, the brunette knew how to handle things like that, and so long as he never got close enough when she was hungry enough, her secret would be safe.

Not like he would die if she sucked out his whole soul, not like humans did... well, humans either just straight died or went insane. She always found a way to cover her tracks though. However, her mind was hazy... she needed more of whatever her favorite tea keeping witch put together to keep the hunger at bay. She had never straight told Aggie what she was, but something told her that she'd figure it out sooner or later if she hadn't already.

Her white, strapless sundress moved with her, the heels of her black pumps clicking against the floor as she entered the Kettle and she leaned against the counter. "Hello there, lovely." She smiled, dropping some cash in the tip jar before placing some more cash near the register. "Sorry I am so late, been a bit... busy." She said, also placing a bag witha to-go box in it.

So, she kissed the witch's ass a bit, but she hadnever been around one that was so willing to help her. "Got you your favorite lunch too." She smiled, running her fingers through her hair as she awaited her order.

Then, cue the annoyingly attractive hybrid, and... well... where did the charming man come from. Oh well, she couldn't be bothered with that. She needed her stuff and to get out rather quickly now.

At least it was becoming apparent to her. Besides, after she took her dose and fed properly, she had chaos to cause.

Just Give Me A Sign

Chris heard Izzy yelp, and he jumped himself. Though the message he recieved back was somewhat comforting. He hated driving by himself, hell, he hated being by himself anymore, but it wasn't like it could hurt him. He was always at home alone now, his mom always at work and his father had been absent his entire life. Alone was something he knew, he had embraced it for the longest time, but ever since Roland... being alone bothered him.

"Hey guys, look at the little nerd boy. What are you doing? Reading about how totally lame you are?" One of the eighth graders taunted. Chris had just transferred in about a week earlier and was in the sixth grade. However, his thick glasses, small frame, and obscene oile of books tended to get him made fun of. It always had.

At Chris's silence, the eighth grader knocked his books off the lunch table, and when Chris went to pick them up, they pushed him down, knocking his glasses to the floor.

"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" A voice exclaimed, and the eighth graders shot the boy a look. A sandy blond boy, about six inches taller than Chris came over and handed him his glasses. "Don't mind those guys. They're jerks. I'm Roland, by the way. What's your name?"

Chris was a little stunned, but he spoke. "Christopher." He practically whispered. "But, you can call me Chris if you want."

Roland smiled and waved over a boy and girl. "Hey, Matt, Izzy. Meet Chris, my new friend." He smiled.

Chris had seen a lot of changes in himself since then. After an inheritance from some uncle his freshman year, he had gotten Lasik surgery and no longer needed glasses or contacts. He also hit his growth spurt between freshmen and sophomore year and had filled out. But now, now it didn't matter that Rolnd and Matt weren't teaching him to stick up for himself... now Roland was out of reach and everything was changing. He could feel it.

Finally, he sat forward and placed his own head in his hands, just wanting the service to be over.

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She could hear Matthew speaking, but Ricki paid him no mind. She just gently washed the blood off of his hand and dug into he clutch and put some gauze around his hand before taping it. Then his voice hit her, and she looked into his eyes. He had said he was okay, but his eyes betrayed him. She could see so much in them, and she looked away when she saw something familiar... the inner fight.

"Don't lie to me, Matt." She spoke, still quietly. There was a softness to her still though, and she brought her hand up, hesitating a moment before she placed it on his shoulder, looking back to his eyes. The tears had returned to her own, but she knew Matt needed to hear what she had to say. "You may be the strongest of us, but it's painfully obvious you're not okay. And you have the right not to be, the strongest people are allowed to have their times of weakness. And you are so far past due..." she said, removing her hand from him and she backed away a bit, taking a paper towel from a nearby dispenser and wiping her eyes.

She couldn't believe what she saw in his eyes though... how the familiarity scared her. Still, she looked back to him. "No one will judge you, and if they do, you know that..." she half chuckled, half sobbed. "I'll go crazy Ricki on them for you."

She exited the bathroom and sat on a nearby bench, cradling her head in her hands as she began crying again.Poor Christina, all alone. I told you he would leave you... they'll all leave you one day. Once they know how insane you really are. I have always been here for you, my dear... And I always will.

Ricki shook her head, trying to shake the voice away, mouthing, wordlessly, "Just shut up, go away."

She needed to take her meds, something she had been neglecting the past week, but she finally gathered herself up to look at her phone, and she blinked as more tears came. She texted back.

I'll stop and get us some food and drink. Might be a few late though. Any requests, just ask.

We Found Love

ALICE TEARSTONE

21|PUREBLOOD|RAVENCLAW ALUMNUS|SPELL INVENTOR

AN EIGHT INCH WAND MADE OF WHITE OAK AND A PHOENIX FEATHER CORE

VIXEN PATRONUS -- CAGE BOGGART

Alice is best known for being imaginative and creative. She is s quick witted, mild tempered woman who is intelligent, mistrusting of people, and rather well rounded as a witch.

She understands darker aspects of magic, working for the department of mysteries in the Death Chamber for a brief time before she went into spell inventing.

ADDITIONALLY;;

-She is one of three children. One of her older brothers died in the Battle of Hogwarts.
-Her parents were Death Eater loyalists, but Alice ran away with her brothers when she was young.
-Wanted to worm as a healer, but she got into spell inventing.
-Loves animals and flying, they are a sort of vice for her. Very few people know about that aspect of her as well.

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Either way, I don't mind.

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I could see it, yeah. Like whenever Dahlia needed some herbal compounds to calm her hunger she went to Aggie or something. Unless you had something else in mind.

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I added a little on my characters. If you want to start, go Ahead.

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Reserved for carsgovroom



DAHLIA "DAHL" FROST

AGE UNKNOWN| SIREN

Most believe sirens are only creatures of the sea, but how wrong they are..

Sirens are creatures of untold tragedy, however, this is untrue. Though they may feed on good feelings, and in worst cases of hunger full souls, they do not thrive on tragedy. They, instead, thrive on chaos.

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CAMERON "CAM" ROGERS

193|VAMPIRE-WEREWOLF HYBRID

Not accepted by either of his bloodlines, so he tries to help where he can when he can.

Both vampire and werewolf, but stronger than both, the hybrid feeds on blood and thrives in cases most wouldn't survive.

Just Give Me A Sign

Sorry my post is sub par, I am exhausted, but I needed to get this up before I lost it entirely.

Just Give Me A Sign

This place wasn't right, far too many people had come. Chris could recall only a few of the faces of classmates, former and current, and though most of them came to pay their respects, most of them didn't belong. He alsat, uncomfortably in the pew behind Izzy, and felt the urge to reach out and touch her. He stopped himself though. He was far from good at this stuff, and he knew he was a total wreck himself. Granted, as smart as Chris was, he knew very little about consoling someone. Even if she was one of his closest friends in a time where they were all hurt. And especially knowing that all he did was cry, it felt, since he got the news.

Fucking drunk assholes.

Chris had drowned everything out, looking at the background on his phone, seeing a picture of Izzy and Ricki smiling in each other's arms, and Matt, Roland and himself acting like idiots. It was taken just three days before the accident, at his own 18th birthday party.

He fidgeted, loosening the tie around his neck, and sitting more comfortably. He hated suits, they made things feel too real. And he didn't want this to feel real. He didn't want to believe that this happened. He knew all about the five stages of grief, and knew he had been through all but the last a dozen or more times already. He didn't want to accept this. Roland didn't deserve any of this.

He looked to his right, where Matt had once sat, but he hadn't been back in a while. His eyes wandered again, and his eyes fell on Ashley Everwood. He remembered all the drama with her, and was honestly surprised she came. She and Roland had been middle school sweethearts, and dated into their sophomore year, but Ashley grew jealous when Ricki joined the group and they ended in a lot of drama.

Speaking of Ricki, Chris hadn't seen her either. Not since he pulled up and saw her sitting in her car, smoking a cigarette. The pouring rain outside hitting the roof of the establishment snapped his attention away for just a moment before his phone vibrated in his pocket and he read the message. He responded, offering Izzy a ride of she needed it, but turned his attention back to the service upon hearing the sobbing girl in front of him. He would never be able to calm his friends the way Roland and Matt coul. Never...

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Her eyes, normally a bright hazel were darkened, red and puffy. Christina Sinclaire wwasn't prepared for any of this. Her black dress made it feel too real, and the bouquet of flowers in her passenger seat for the graveside service were haunting her. Red roses and white lillies. The roses were for her love of the man who had been killed... and the white lillies for the fallen innocence.

She had been sitting in the way back through the entire service, tears on her face coming steadily. If anyone should have been there, it should have been her. Roland was too good, so full of light, and she was dark... no one would miss her as much as they would miss him. No one.

She exited the main room, heading towards the bathrooms upon hearing some bangs and thuds from the men's room. She stopped, her mind catching her a moment.

"Ricki! Open the damned door!" Roland was yelling from the other side. It was at the end of their sophomore year of high school, and she locked herself in the gym closet. She had been having a really bad day and Roland found cuts down her arm, despite her wearing long sleeves. "Ricki!"

Finally she opened the door, her eyes welled with tears. "It won't go away." She sobbed, letring herself fall into his arms. "I can't do it anymore."

"You look at me." He said, firmly, and Ricki looked up. "You think you're weak, but you're not, and you know I am here when you need help. I don't know what I would do if I lost you, if we all lost you."

"Rol, they wouldn't know why." She grumbled.

"You're going to have to tell them, Rick." He whispered, gently stroking her hair. "We're not going to be able to hide this forever. I keep it secret because you asked me to, but you can trust them, you know that."

Ricki looked up to him...

The next thud snapped her back, and she gently opened the men's room door, not caring really, and she found Matt there. "Matt?" Her voice came out like a whisper before she entered and walked over to him, placing her hand on his back.

She couldn't say anything else, so she knelt in front of him and brought her arms around him. A simple gesture, but she knew she could use a hug, and from the looks of it, he did too.

Her phone went off, but she ignored it for the moment, and she pulled away and wiped her eyes, trying her hardest not to cry anymore. She had cried for days, and she hadn't eaten or slept really either. You wouldn't be able to tell from all the make up she was wearing though, but as she looked at Matt, she offered her hand as she stood. "Come on. Let me look at your hand, you're bleeding."

She'd know all about that. She always did.