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Please Stay

Mega <3 for to totally adorable Macklemore. Where do you find these anyway? And YES! Omg, it will be hilarious. "I hate you so much... why the Fuck can't we stop?"

Please Stay

Totally. Omg. Its just too much. I needed that. Had a lot going on the last.couple.of days. AND OMG I AM SO FREAKING OUT ABOUT KATIE AND MARCUS. ASKJDL;; THEY ARE SO FUCKING GREAT.

Please Stay

Your signature made my day, doll. =)

You Can't Run Forever

Replied. Sorry it took so long.

You Can't Run Forever

Ophelia and her father were staring each other down, words melting away before Roman's question came upon their ears. Ophelia looked to her father who looked away from her. She sighed and looked to Roman. "Actually, no. She has been the first human who has been immune to vampirism to our knowledge. There may have been others elsewhere, but not known to this coven." She explained, "But that's not exactly why she's so special." "Ophelia, no." Her father said, "We were never fully certain on the details." "You weren't, I was. I felt bad that she has gone through such hardship, so I kept tabs on her." She admitted and he looked to her. She looked to Roman again, "I am sure you know of the St. Clare hunting clan, and how their history works. For a time I had assumed that hunters would want to use her blood, try and change it, to weaponize it somehow. Instead, they find her a threat to their way of life, at least to my assumption, and want her dead." "But, the fact she survived the vampire she did, at the age she was, that is he real mystery." Her father spoke, and Ophelia gave him a look. "If he is to stay, I suppose he must know." Ophelia nodded. "He should have known long ago." He waved off his daughter's remark before speaking again. "Royal lineage has different abilities, as I am sure you have seen in my daughter and myself. Our venom is different too because of its purity. Its more lethal. About a hundred years ago, I had a son, kept out of knowledge became he wasn't pure blood." Ophelia sighed, and she shook her head when her father stopped. "He had relations with a human, but it was found that his son's vampire lineage showed through, and his venom was just as vicious as ours. He attacked the little girl in a bout of rage. I tried to find him before the hunters did, but I just couldn't. Then I caught word that the child survived... it's unheard of." Her father closed his eyes. "We have been studying her lineage, but there is.nothing there aside from her hunting relations. So, Ophelia, once the attack happened, made a vow to protect this human and once the time came, she would find a way to repay her.for the suffering She underwent at the hands of one of ours." "And she will be protected and repaid. Her suffering had been great, and she deserves a good life. A life she could have had." Ophelia said, and he rolled his eyes. "Leave me, both of you. Ophelia, you and I will meet alone in the garden tomorrow.morning." he said, and Ophelia nodded. "Yes, father." She said, leaving to room and heading towards her quarters. -- Drake watched as Andi was pampered by the witch as another waited to his need. Then her question came into hos mind and the witches even paused a.moment before going back to their work. He thought for a long.moment before he finally began to answer. "To be honest, I am not entirely sure. The princess may share her thoughts with me.on occasion, but she is also very private." The witch scoffed. "Come now, Drake, you have to know by now that the princess is different." Drake gave a look. "I know that." "Obviously not enough. There.has never been a turned bodyguard for the royal family, but Princess Ophelia insisted on you. Just like her diet..." "Andromeda, I may not.know her full intentions, but I do know that Princess Ophelia is a good hearted person. She helps those in need if she can, and she had mentioned once before that if she could fix things for something that happened long ago, she would. If you were that person, she means to help you because she feels whatever happened was her fault." Drake said. Drake felt a ring be placed on his finger. "Now if you wouldn't mind, we have some clothes for the young lady to try on, please stand on the outside of the door."

Tangled Webs

I lost one of my handwritten pages, sorry it's short.

Tangled Webs

Cam tossed a look over to Agnes. It was the look that said, 'you know that's never going to work because I know about your side business.' Still, they went through this every time and after she looked through it and asked her question. "Honestly, I would be happy with some kind of miracle answer that no one would have guessed because we just didn't see it, but I would settle for a bit of help otherwise." He answered her, his eyes looking at one of the photos. "I know you cater to an anamoly of supernaturals, and I wanted to know if you knew of any kinds thay could do this. It's got the coven baffled entirely. We thought, at first, this was work of vampires, but then we saw the pictures. And as much as.I would love to consult with the vampire elders, I simply cannot." He admitted, ruefully, "However, I do need to because I am sure one of them could tell us what can just suck the life out of a human." He brought hos hand through his hair. It then occured to him. "Wait a minute." He said, looking through the files. "If I'm correct one victim didn't die," he said, and when he found it, he grumbled. "But they're in a mental institute." He wanted to throw things, the animalistic rage wanting to set in, but he wouldn't allow it. He knew that foreign supernaturals had been migrating in lately, and he couldn't quite sift through all of them, so he needed a bit of an edge. Something to get him in the right direction, but what?

Tangled Webs

I am. I have this open in another tab and am getting the reply together now.

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

These women... these witches... they were different, and it wasn't at all hard to tell from how they carried themselves. But these two, they were the witches they had been searching for over the last few weeks, and now they had found them. Now, getting them to tag along would be the hard part. The twins heard Charlie speaking to the one with hair that appeared grey, but how was that? She couldn't have been older than her mid twenties, so why the grey hair? And now they were met by another girl, her eyes tired, but she held beauty in her face, beneath the dirt and matted hair. She looked like the woman named Abagail, which was reaffirmed by the greying girl calling her Abby. She had to be Emily. The next question caused them to look at each other, and they watched as Emily stepped towards Abagail and she sighed. "I don't believe they pose a threat, but you know how I am." She admitted, "They say they're with the Order of the Phoenix. Said we were personally named as important by Dumbledore." Emily said, her eyes giving Abagail a knowing look. Emily could check into it, as much as she didn't want to. Forcing contact with a spirit had immense drawbacks, but she didn't think there was another choice. She looked to the men and back to Abagail, then her eyes drifted to their small tent, "I just need a minute, Abby." She gave her friend a knowing look as she entered the small tent. She waved her wand over her hair first, allowing the magic to dye her hair back to its normal sandy blonde color, and then she sat on the floor and closed her eyes. She had placed a muffling spell on the tent so they couldn't hear her as she spoke. She began with a chant in Latin, and once she opened her eyes, the normal emerald.color was hazy and she spoke now in English. "Dumbledore, I know you can hear me. I need your help, there are men here who say you spoke of Abagail and myself, and I cant... I won't bring myself to trust them, not after..." her voice trailed off. Soon a form appeared, but it didn't speak, it moved past Emily, as if looking outside, and a cold hand came to her shoulder. "Trust them." It spoke before disappearing and Emily let out a long sigh, but soon another form came. One she had seen countless times before. It grabbed her shoulders and shook her. Her father. "They're coming." He spoke, and soon Emily shook herself from her trance. - Fred and George watched as Emily disappeared into the small tent, so they could relax a little. Maybe. Fred spoke first, "I am Fred Weasley, and these are my brothers, George and Charlie." "You must be Abagail, right?" George asked, taking a picture and file out of his bag. The file just detailed a few important bits of information on her, like her name and genealogy. He allowed her to look at the file before he offered her a jacket too. Fred nodded. "I promise, we're just trying to help." He began, "I know it may not mean much, but it's a promise." George gave a nod before the tent flew open, and the once grey hair girl was blonde.now. "We have to get out of here, now." She said, and the twins looked baffled as Emily began packing up the campsite, and she put out the fire. She looked to the three men. "Well? Come on, are you going to help us or not?" Was that their approval? Well Fred and George nodded and began helping pack, using their wands for light. "Once you're done, we'll disapparate." Fred said. "We can't. I set up a no apparation perimeter to be safe. We have to get to the end of it. It's not too far off." Emily said. She threw her bag over her shoulder. "Abby, lead them. I will hang back and keep them busy. I'll meet you there." Fred and George rose a brow. "Them?" They asked. "The snatchers. Now, go with Abagail. I'll be alright." She said as she bounded out of the cave and the twins looked to Charlie and then to Abagail. This wasn't good. "Go after her." Fred hissed to George. "No, she told us to go with Abagail, and have you forgotten how vicious she was." He whispered back before looking to Charlie before the voices came. "Time to go." Fred said, grabbing Abagail's hand before they bounded off, "Sorry, love, for being so aggressive here, but we do needy o get out of here." George reaffirmed. - Emily ran into the forest, in the direction she had come from with the Weasleys and sure enough, there they were. The snatchers. "Lookie here. It's the Blondie. Oh, he'd be pleased if we brought her back." Her wand was at her side and soon Greyback approached through the group. "Not before we've had our fun. Where's your friend?" "Go to hell." She spat, throwing a few spells before making a hard left into the forest. She had spent time here as a child and knew she simply had to run into the clearing up ahead. The moon would be out soon, and Greyback was a werewolf... it'd be easy to escape while he went at his own team.

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

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