SirensCall

You Can't Run Forever

Ophelia was a strong woman, despite her normally calm demeanor. And once her.mind registered that Roman was hurt, her eyes had done something no human had seen. They blackened, and her own rage set in. "GO NOW!" She shouted, and Drake obeyed this time. The brunette had protested before, but now, Ophelia's voice had overtaken him and Roman yelling too made him lifted the woman and he took off full speed, and when they were near enough to the castle he saw she hadn't been harmed from the speed and let out a breath. "I do apologize." He said, and he gently took her hand and led her to the castle gates that were only a bit away, and stood near her and waved to the guard who opened up for them. He did as Ophelia instructed him to. "Please stay close to me." He said, and he led her into the castle, up to Ophelia's quarters and allowed her to enter, following in behind her. "Make yourself comfortable. They should be back soon." The feeling in his gut didn't go away. He shouldn't have been forced to leave while hey fought. He knew that Ophelia favored Roman, hence her confession to him. She had.told him about her father wanting for Roman to no longer guard her, and she told Drake how she had felt about it and how Roman had stayed because of her. But he watched out the window, waiting. - Ophelia managed to contain her anger long enough for Drake to get Andi out of harm's way. Then it wasn't pretty. She moved faster than most knew she could and she smashed Hunter 's head into a nearby wall and helped Roman take care of the remaining one before she grabbed his uninjured arm and ran. She had calmed, her eyes returning to normal, and she stopped when they were near the castle and she had tears in her eyes. "I am so sorry, Roman." She said, frantically looking at his arm to see how bad the wound was. "I had hoped that this wouldn't happen. I never wanted anyone to get hurt, especially you." She said, and soon she saw one of the gate guards come with her father, who looked rather angry. "Ophelia!" He growled, but he saw how frantic his daughter was, and looked to Roman. "We will discuss this when we get inside, you have a lot to explain." "Father, it can wait." She said in retort to her father. "Come, Roman, We will get you fixed up. You have explaining to do yourself." He was apparently angry. "It was.my fault, father. I snuck away, I got.us into this, but it-" She began, but she was cut off. "Throne room, twenty minutes." He said as he took Roman away, and Ophelia felt her heart drop. She shook her head and nearly flew into her quarters and saw Drake and the woman there. "Mi'lady, where is Roman?" He asked. "Father.is tending to him. I have some explaining to do." She said, now calm. She.looked to the woman. "I apologize for what happened back there, I was hoping that it wouldn't result in violence. I would like to ask for your company in the throne room, when I go to explain my actions to my father. We will tend to you more delicately after the fact. Get you some food and some warmer clothes, as well as set you up with any other amenities you find that you need." Drake looked to her. "Mi'lady, I apol-" "You did nothing wrong, I ordered you to go against your oath. It was my fault." She said, turning back to the woman. "If you don't want to accompany me, I understand, I will have someone come to tend to your needs. If you will excuse, I need to check on Roman." She left and Drake looked to Andi. "I will escort you to the throne room, if you so choose."

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

It was a bit of hope. Perhaps a small bit, but it was enough for the twins who happily obliged to their brother's request to be quiet. Perhaps it wasn't a formal request, but they got the gist of it from how he was talking. Their smiled illuminated their faces near simultaneously, and they picked up their pace a bit. One they laid eyes on the river, George let out a deep sigh. Fred tossed a glance to him, but soon found himself stooping down beside the river and splashing water on his face. It was cool, but it was good for a wake up call and soon George followed in suit. Perhaps they were close now, and soon the chill came from the wind and Fred shivered a bit before digging through his knapsack, seeing George had already dug out his jacket. Fire sounded wonderful, but soon his thoughts jerked. "You smell that?" George asked, sniffing the air. His eyes were closed, and soon Fred rose an inquisitive brow. "Smells like fire." "You're barmey." Fred mumbled, by soon the faint scent carried over the next breeze into his nostrils. "Or not." Soon George began following it, not caring if his brothers were following him at this rate. He knee it may not be smart, but the fire had to be something! It had to be! - Emily's eyes were fixated warily on the fire dancing before her. She and Abby had just barely escaped the Ministry, but they did have two edges. One, Abagail Hawthorne, her only companion, was an Animorphagus. Two, Emily Tearstone was a necromancer, and one who was unafraid of using the unforgivable curses. Her deep emerald eyes hadn't left the fire for a while as she looked to the left of their small campsite where the river was. The cave was working nicely to their advantage, for the moment, and soon Emily laid eyes on her friend and spoke. "Abby, I will be back. I need to stretch my legs. All four of them." She said, her body twisting and shifting into the form of a black wolf whose eyes remained humanisticly emerald. She moved from her spot, and she knew her human form looked horrid. She hadn't dyed her hair in about a week and the grey was showing. She was dirty, and her hair, aside from greying, had been knotted so badly she just wore it up. She moved to the river, down the stream a little and lowered her head and drank, just as a wolf would, but she stopped, her ears peeking a bit. Twigs were being broken nearby, and she moves to investigate the source of the noise. A few moments into walking, even though she was thoroughly exhausted, both physically and mentally, she broke into a run, and stopped at the group she found. If they had been a threat, she would have been warned already, and the fact they we're so close alarmed her. "George!" One of two identical males hissed as he caught up, and he grabbed the man's arm. "Slow down." "Whoa." The other, who she assumed was George, said. He had laid eyes on her, and she stood, but her stance lowered and a deep growl came to her throat. They may not have been seen as a threat to the spirits who had been warning her, but she trusted very few. "Whoa, doggie." She knew better than to howl, but that annoyed her to no end. Her growl deepened, and when the one brought out his wand, her form warped back, and her hands, covered by gloves, came up, but obviously it surprised them, and she brought her wand up and took an offensive stance. "Who are you, and what business do you have here?" She asked, her wand.moving in a circle. The twins were frozen, and she was growing impatient. "Speak!" "I'm Fred Weasley, and these are my brothers George and Charlie." Fred spoke, quickly. "Freddy, it's one of them." George spoke, hushed, but Emily caught it, and she moved closer. "What are you talking about?" She demanded, "Speak!" "We're with the Order of the Phoenix." George said, and Emily's features relaxed slightly, and she looked them over. "Why are you here?" She asked. "Looking for people to help." Fred lied, smoothly. "We found a snatchers with some names and pictures." George continued. That part wasn't a lie though. They had managed to find a snatchers with those items. She didn't fully relax, and she looked to them. "Well, we'll just have to see just how truthful you are." She moved behind them. "Walk, or I will curse you. I will give you direction." She needed Abagail's judgement, as Emily knew that she was fairly biased, seeing as she wouldn't trust anyone. But the spirits made her fairly certain that bringing them to Abagail would be alright, for now. When they got to the camp, Emily whistled. "Abby! We have guests."

Tangled Webs

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{Suspect & Siren}Chaos In The French Quarter

Post is up. I will do more with them individually next post.

{Suspect & Siren}Chaos In The French Quarter

It was a gorgeous day in the French Quarter, at least that was what one Treasure Locke had noted. Her bright eyes scanned the block for a moment before she headed down the street. Her natural tresses of blonde hair were curled and her face highlighted perfectly with make up. She could feel the breeze blowing her yellow sundress that was beneath her black leather jacket, and her black, peep toe pumps completed her look. Well, aside from the layered necklaces that she had selected for the day. She had been in New Orleans for barely three weeks, and what she had found disgusted her. Witches, though mortal, were powerful beings. It was through them thay vampires were created and through them, vampires could be destroyed. Here, the witches couldn't do magic without the consent of vampires, but if Treasure had it her way, which she would work at, she would make them the race to be reckoned with. A pair of hands came over her eyes and she smirked a bit. "Abel, you know you're no good at this." She said, and she turned to the male with short hair and some facial hair. He was tall, and he was dressed in jeans and a t shirt. "Well, I'm not supposed to be." He reminded her, his southern drawl showing very well. "I just came to thank you." "There is no need. I come from money, I have loads of it, a bit of a trashed basement is nothing." She said, waving her hand as she began walking down the block, Abel falling in step with her. "I wouldn't help you if your alpha hadn't agreed to help me. Besides, you are an asset, and keeping you under the radar isn't hard." "But you're going to take a lot of heat when they realize it's been you." He told her and Treasure chuckled. "Raye, it isn't funny." "But it is. I may be a girl, but I can handle myself. Besides, it's hard to trace someone you don't know exists." She said, her eyes darkening a bit before they returned to normal. "Besides, I am working my way into the vampires circle of trust. They are easy." "You're insane, Raye." Abel said, and she shrugged before she lifted a hand and looked to those she knew as vampires heading towards the small Shoppe that she knew his pack had been holing up in. She noted the hot color in Abel's eyes, and she grabbed the key to the closed down apothecary she had bought and opened the door, pushing him inside. She had bought it as a cover, planning on making it a sort of cafe that also sold scents and books. It wasn't finished, but it was getting there, and Abel had been helping her, as well as a few other locals. Mainly humans, but they wouldn't be there for a while. "You won't do them any good dead, Abel." He growled a bit, but nodded, practically throwing a few of the tables in his rage. "I can't sit here and do nothing!" He exclaimed. "You can and you will." She told him, making a few phone calls. "Come, we will go get some food, get you away from here." She took his arm and they walked into a bar where a pretty red head was.moving around rather quickly. They sat themselves and Treasure saw Abel checking her out. "Order me my usual, you do remember that, right?" He nodded and watched as Treasure walked away and he looked to the red head when she came over to their table. "Hi there, hope your day is going well." He greeted her and then went on to order for Treasure and himself.

You Can't Run Forever

That's quite alright. No worries.

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

Your welcome. I have a couple other posts to do before this one, but it will be up sometime tomorrow.

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

She is awesome. =)

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

Alrighty, I am going to wait for your OC before I make my next post.

We Found Love

Alrighty.