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One letter. That's all it took.As Sam entered into the hotel room, having just returned from the town's local library, he came face to face with his father. As if John had been waiting for his return all along. This was odd, and Sam's posture went rigid as his eyes met with the stern expression of his father. Whenever John showed his face or made his presence known to his sons it was never for anything good. Such reasons caused a sense of immediate dread to wash over the youngest Winchester. His mind went from relaxation to alert. Apprehension riddled his form before his eyes wandered down to take notice of the paper that was grasped within John's hand.A terrible knot tied itself in the pit of Sam's stomach. That letter had been a token of good fortune to Sam, but he knew all too well that it would be taboo in the eyes of his father. He thought he had done well at keeping it hidden, but now the brunette silently cursed himself for not keeping the damn thing on him at all times. John had found it and all Hell was about to break loose. Sam's eyes shifted briefly around the small confines of the hotel room as a part of him subconsciously sought the presence of his older brother, but Dean was nowhere to be found. He would be left to handle this situation on his own and his features flickered uncomfortably with this realization before his eyes snapped back towards his father, observing his expression with caution.John squinted at the formal letter with displeasure. The corners of his jaws flexed beneath his clenched jaws before he shifted his hardened gaze upon Sam. A scowl was worn deep upon his lips as he raised the letter. His voice was grizzly and low. "Were you planning on telling me about this?"Sam swallowed tensely. He hated fighting, and the only reason Sam hesitated to respond was because he knew that it would inevitably lead to that. All that ever seemed to transpire when him and his father were together was the dismantling of their shredded relationship. Things were about to get ugly, especially considering the topic that was at hand, and Sam was never one to hide his feelings. His opinions were something he felt strongly about and, unlike his older brother, Sam bore no shame in letting his voice be heard. And since so much of what Sam had to say generally pointed blame in John's direction, a lot of brutal and harsh truths would be tossed about. Things that would leave any regular person left scrambling to collect the broken pieces of their shattered pride and dignity."Answer me." John growled, his eyebrows knitting together tightly.The youngest Winchester blinked. He stared bleakly at his father for several long moments as his mind raced with several courses of action. None of them would diffuse the situation that Sam knew in his gut would explode out of control. A tense jaw ground. He had been down this road before with his father, and quite frankly Sam was growing tired of it. John's constant beration and disrespect made it increasingly hard for the boy to be able to offer any ounce of sympathy or deference."No." His answer came too bluntly for John's taste. The scowl upon his father's face deepened and Sam saw the anger rise behind his eyes."I hope, for your sake, that's a joke." The paper that had been in his grasp fluttered to the floor.This statement alone was enough to burn out Sam's hesitation with a spark of his own anger. His face scrunched to reflect the offense he felt by those words as his hazel hues pierced into John's. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He snapped, lowly."It means you better get your damn priorities straight and give up this college nonsense!" John's voice boomed over Sam's, adding more fuel to the young Winchester's growing fire.If anything was a sick joke, it was John's words now. "Priorities?!" Sam shot back, icily. "You want to talk about priorities?! How about prioritizing your kids for once and over this stupid and PATHETIC life you've forced on us!"The words hit John like a punch in the gut. The blood in his veins roared to a boil beneath his skin. Everything he had worked hard for and sacrificed meant sh*t and his endeavor to avenge his wife's death was meaningless, according to Sam's viewpoint. The hurt that spilled from his son's mouth ran a lot deeper than John would allow to be seen. His vulnerability and pain were forced to the bottom as he instead retaliated in anger. "Don't you talk out of line with me! I'm your father, show some respect!"Sam scoffed openly, "I'll start showing you respect when you deserve it!""What did you just say?" John seethed, in a tone that was sharp like a serrated edge."You heard me!" Sam's voice rose in volume as he boldly took a step forward. "If you spent HALF as much time putting an effort into being our father as you spend chasing ghosts and demons - Dean and I wouldn't be as screwed up as we are!" He barked, furiously.Now it was John's turn to take a step forward, narrowing the gap between them as his own voice rose to put Sam's previous tone to shame. "It's because of me that you and your brother have been safe! Don't you dare try to make it out to be like I'm the bad guy!""HEY!" Before Sam could retort, a third party interrupted. Father and son turned their heads in unison and their eyes settled upon Dean. His hair was damp, which made it clear he had probably rushed his shower and dressed quickly at the sound of theirs yells. "What the hell is going on in here?" His brows pulled together as he looked concernedly between his father and brother.Sam inhaled sharply through his nose as his jaw worked in irritation. Eyes rolled slightly as he averted his gaze. This argument was only going to get worse or, Sam hoped, he would be rescued by Dean's presence. Though with the tension that had been lingering between the family members lately, it wasn't likely.John seemed to withdraw slightly at the sudden interruption. His anger subsided for a moment, as if Dean's sudden involvement made him realize just how much he had begun to lose his temper. Though his tune changed, that look of disapproval was still worn heavy on his visage. "Sam and I were just having a discussion." John responded, dismissively."Sounded like a hell of a lot more than that..." Dean rolled off as he eyed between them suspiciously. His eyes trailed down to the piece of paper that rested between their feet, taking notice of the formality of the text and the fancy signature at the bottom. He had seen that letter before. Hell, he had been told about it the day Sam had gotten it. His eyes snapped back to their faces as"He's just pissed because I got accepted into Stanford and he can't stop me from going." Sam turned his head to emphasize these words directly to his father's face. This drove the thorn, that was already in John's side, deeper -- cutting to the tendons.His father's face flushed a deep red. "You think so?""Yeah!" Sam barked. "Despite what you might think - I am in control of my OWN life!" He shouted. John's expression hardened as he squared his shoulders. "You're just pissed that YOU can't make a mindless little soldier out of me!"Recognizing the amount of fury that had surfaced across their dad's face, Dean quickly rushed in and placed a hand to Sam's chest, pushing gently against his baby brother to force him back. The sudden contact had flipped a switch in Sam. He pushed against his brother's hand as words of anger continued to flood from his lips. "Woah - hey, HEY! That's enough, alright?!" Dean snapped. Attempting to be the peacemaker between these two was never easy. It was also unbearably exhausting lately. Sam gritted his teeth as his jaw locked firmly shut. Fierce hazel eyes snapped down to meet Dean's gaze. "Just let it go - alright, Sam?" Dean spoke loudly, but with a hint of desperation laced in his voice. He disliked nights like these, couldn't they all just get along and behave like a family, just for once?Sam jerked free and straightened his jacket in one swift gesture as he took a step back. His face was still hot and he had hardly finished with saying the things that he had wanted to say. Hell, the things that he needed to say. As he met the piercing glare of his father's eyes a tight knot twisted in his gut. All sorts of bile and acid mixed wildly in his stomach, and the more he thought about the lack of support that he had been given over the years, the more sick he felt.A look of defiance glistened behind his greenish eyes as the wild heat in his veins seemed to cool. His tone was no longer ugly or harsh. It was firm, but worn enough to express his surrender. "I'm done. I'm going to California - and I am going to college."An uncomfortable silence filled the air and dragged on for several tense moments. There was resentment bore deep behind those age-worn eyes as John spoke in a low, husky voice. "You do that, and you can stay gone." Sam's expression never faltered, but a hint of hurt glistened somewhere in those hazel hues.Was he serious? Dean spun on his heels to look upon their father's face. He was serious.  A look of bewilderment fluttered upon his features as Dean began, "What - Dad, no -""Hush, Dean." John commanded. He knew that his oldest would have trouble swallowing this order. Especially since it was directly associated with his baby brother, who he had practically raised.Dean disobeyed, "Yeah - but, Dad, we can't just --""I said HUSH!" He repeated, more firmly this time. Dean's mouth shut obediently. "Sam's made it clear what he wants." His eyes bore into his younger son as if he could shred his very soul with one look. "Get your stuff -- and don't come back." John ordered hoarsely. Short. Direct. Seemingly without remorse.The hurt reflected in the softness of Sam's eyes for a stint before a hard exterior painted over it. His father's callousness was expected. Sam's eyes careened towards Dean. His older brother stood idly by John's side. Quiet and obedient, like a soldier who had fallen in line to his General. After a moment Sam averted his gaze. He shook his head with bitter acceptance as he turned stiffly towards the door. He had very little belongings and held no attachment for the suitcase of hunting weapons that was tucked beneath his hotel bed. For all he cared, Sam would be just fine with the single backpack that was already on his shoulders.The door was jerked open to allow Sam to make his swift exit before it was slammed behind him. His lips pressed firmly together as he nibbled softly on them in irritation. The anger in his stomach had begun to subside, but he could still feel the heat in his cheeks. A heavy sigh issued past his mouth as his hands moved to grip the straps around his shoulders as long strides carried him across the parking lot. He had barely made it far before he heard the panicked voice of his brother calling out his name.Sam made no efforts to acknowledge Dean's presence as he jogged to catch up to his little brother. Dean had a sullen look about him and it was clear that he was displeased with what their father had said. "Hey -- Sammy," He made another poor attempt to gain his brother's attention as his steps slowed to mirror Sam's pace. "Dad didn't really mean what he said."How typical of Dean to defend their father. Jaw flexed as Sam answered bitterly, "Yeah, Dean, he did."There was a short pause before Dean spoke again. "Dad cares about you, Sammy...I know you two argue a lot and it may not always seem that way, but he does.""I couldn't care less about what he thinks." A hint of venom was in his tone, and a portion of it seemed to be aimed directly at Dean.This was enough to set Dean back on his heels a little. He could almost taste the hostility in his brother's voice. His brows furrowed as his footsteps faltered. "Hey, I'm not the one who kicked you out!" His eyes narrowed on the back of his brother's head as Sam continued to walk. "Maybe you could tone it down a little with the attitude, yeah?" Sam scoffed, which only further upset Dean. "Dad's the one that kicked you out, I had nothing to do with this."At last Sam seemed to acknowledge his brother's trying efforts. He halted in his steps as his fists tightened around the straps of his bag. He knew that Dean meant well, but after years of this Sam had finally reached his limit. Before he could help himself his pent up frustration got the best of him and poured out with great acrimony. "It ever occur to you that just maybe that's the problem?" He finally turned to look at his brother directly. Dean seemed confused, unsure of the point he was trying to make. "How many times has dad done things that were out of line - or how many times has he shot me down - and you just stood there right beside him and let him?""Oh, so now it's my fault because I didn't stand up to Dad?""You just stood there like an obedient dog while dad kicked me out!" Sam emphasized, irately."What the hell was I supposed to do? He's our dad, what he says goes!" Dean barked, matching his younger brother's tone.Sam's expression smoothed slightly as a look of disbelief flashed behind his eyes. He squinted softly as he asked flatly, "Do you really get that much enjoyment out of being his personal little drone?"Dean's eyes began to blaze with a fury of his own now. "If obeying his orders is what it takes to keep the peace, then yeah! At least this way there's no fighting!"He shook his head at his older brother. "I'd rather fight than get walked on like a doormat. How do you even allow yourself to blindly follow his every order?""It's called being a good son!" Dean growled."A good soldier." Sam quipped. "One that doesn't even have an original thought of his own!"Dean ran his tongue along the backside of his teeth as he stared back at his brother tensely. After a moment, his jaw flexed in irritation before he opened his mouth to speak. "You know what?" All signs of sympathy washed from his face. Cold, steel eyes narrowed. "I think you're just selfish." Another scoff of disbelief was breathed from Sam's lips at his brother's absurd accusation. "You have always been a major thorn in our sides. Always bitching and moaning about how  s h i t t y  our lives are, no matter what. Nothing is ever good enough for you, is it?""What?" Sam gawked, confounded by his brother's words."You heard me." Dean straightened his posture as he continued, "You never did care about anything but yourself. Forget the fact that what we do saves people's lives, you would rather sit and read your stupid school books with your head in the sand while innocent people get killed."Sam furrowed his brows. Now he was really starting to get pissed off. Dean knew damn well how hard Sam fought to save people's lives on the cases he had handled. The fact that his brother had just tried to pin the responsibility of every human life on him, and acted as if Sam could careless about their lives, was beyond degrading. "People die every day -- all over the world. It's what happens. People live - then they die. It's called the Natural Order!""But not everyone has to die the way that they do! What we do SAVES them, Sam! And it gives them a little more time to live!""News flash - we're not the only hunters out there!" Sam shot back. "And I'm not going to sit back and waste my life away for some stupid blood vendetta! It's a  s h i t t y  life style - and I'm not for it!""Don't you dare." Dean warned through clenched teeth at the subtle jab."Don't what, bring up mom? Or the fact that her husband ruined the lives of her kids by raising them up like we were? I doubt this is the life she would have wanted for us!" Dean's eyes blazed and his face flushed a deep red. Despite the rigidness of his brother's posture, Sam pressed on. "And deep down, you know it, too! But you would never admit it, would you? Because that's not what dad would want to hear."Dean's head shook shamefully at his baby brother. His eyes seared into Sam's very soul as he glared up at him. "Dad was right," he started in a low growl, "your priorities are screwed. And you know what? If you can't appreciate the things that we do, risking our tails day-in and day-out, then you have no place here. You take your self-righteous, ungrateful ass to Stanford - and you never look back."The hurt ran deeper than Sam had expected. John Winchester had practically spoken the same words to him, but they didn't cut half as deep as they did coming from Dean's mouth. Sam blinked a few times, his face working quick to mask his sudden hurt before he pressed his lips together in defeat. He could only bear seeing that look of resentment for so long before Sam finally broke. With wary steps, he turned regrettably from his older brother and walked away with the feeling of Dean's scorching glare still burning into him. Sam lifted his head and took in a deep breath as he stared off at the main road ahead. He had dreamt of this freedom for a long time but, as he made his way towards the bus station, it hardly felt victorious like he had always imagined. Instead he was overwhelmed by his profound guilt that would torture him during the duration of his travels to Stanford.

(A Sequel to Our Worlds Become One) Team Angel had saved the day, again. Success would have been impossible if it wasn't for reinforcement from True Blood, Buffy Summers, and the Winchesters.  Astray white hats had even chosen redemption, fortifying the fight against ultimate evil.  August 11, 2013 hung in the balance while 2001 battled it out.  Present day champions combatant hostile towards the encircling undead, zombies that had been deliberately raised for the purpose of divination by Miss Chase.  Following direct orders from the almighty one himself who descended from a Power That Be.  Foreshadowed information was discovered and later used to take down Lilith, known for being the first demon Lucifer ever created, as an act of spite against God after he was expelled from Heaven.  Cordelia commanded rotten corpses to deplete the Rotzmor's devastation, although she was unaware of a necromancy side effect.  Flesh eaters were unable to decipher demonic morality.  The walking dead invasion obliterated all monsters that stumbled into their path.  Only a few were saved by heroism. Our former Scooby Gang was in the midst of rescuing Buffy's little sister from a wicked goddess named Glorificus, who had previously kidnapped a mystical energy nexus shaped in an anatomy of Summers blood. Strapped to a rickety tower, built by the Abomination's minions, a shallow cut dripped vital fluid, opening a portal to the infernal dimensions.  In the past, Dawn and Spike came in contact with futuristic versions of themselves.  Aged by twelve years, Dawn went back in time with modern-day Wyndam-Pryce to separate her genetic makeup from the otherworldly origin, the key, knowing their current big bad, Lilith, couldn't strip away that key while Glory is present.  When the young Chosen One embraced both Dawns at the tippy top, Captain Peroxide appeared thanks to Katarinas mojo, eager to deliver an urgent message - a vivid vision that was sent to Cordelia by Doyle up above.  The deceased, semi-corporeal form of Winifred warned them about a chance of kablueey consequences, explaining what could happen if they further tipped the balance, affecting the temporal dimensional flux that was already stretched thin.  Together, the two joined the others anyway, taking a chance to inform Wesley, unaware of Fred who was fading out as they approached after she delivered identical news.  Our beloved slayer turned and sprinted down the ramp realizing death was her gift.  Simultaneously Lilith burst through a portal with Cordelia clutched within the ancient demons arms.  In the future, despite trying with all his might, Angel had lost the tug-a-war.  Super strength couldn't prevail against the gravitational pull of a whirling vortex.  Our villainess savored the taste of victory.  During time travel she nearly drained the revived Oracle, tossing a Power that Be aside to lunge at Buffy.  But the higher being attacked back with an underlining purpose, tackling Lilith, making it impossible for the primeval fiend to prevent history from running its course.  Outraged, Vision Girl paid the price.  Fangs sunk back into already pierced flesh until life was lost.  After inhaling every last drop, the prehistoric evil one suddenly realized she had been tricked.  Deadmans blood, generated by necrotic energies, paralyzed her ability to move among dimensions.  A split second later Illyria crushed the dagonsphere. In a flash, our cosmos transformed.  The timeline altered as it blurred reality, eliminating the unfocussed truth.  The Order of Dagon, and Knights of Byzantium had failed to keep the bright, green, swirly shimmer away from Glorificus.  The Beast returned to her original dimension, expelled with the key, which was now separated from Dawn.  Shattered barriers that bled worlds together, reigning hell on earth, had suddenly ceased due to the courageous death of Buffy Summers.  Lilith temporarily cornered in 2001 removed devastating results that once prevailed.  Bill Compton and Eric Northman were no longer contaminated by her plasma.  Regardless of the primordial demon's absence, Dean Winchester was still attacked by a hellhound, falling into eternal damnation because Lucifer had all along held his contract.  But Ruby wasn't compelled to increase Sam's demonic powers.  The final sixty-sixth seal remained unbroken.  Despite six hundred possible locks, Lilith was the final latch needed to free Satan.  Incapable of distributing the vampirism antidote, her plan to resurrect The Old Ones had been wiped off the map.  Team Angel, Buffy Summers, and the Winchesters, united during the migration to Louisiana in the previous timeline, had been forestalled in the new reality.  However, even though the good outweighed the bad, our drastic change in history launched a catastrophic butterfly effect.  Without the white-eyed demon to bring forth the Apocalypse, God never commanded Castiel to yank Dean out of Hell.  Therefore, the Angel wasn't obligated to descend, severing his relationship with Rachael Winchester and erasing Mari's existence.  Illyria had chosen her irrefutable love for Wesley over restoring life of her extinct, powerful supernatural brethren.  Selflessness terminated Blue's essence, locked it away again in the Deeper Well.  Like an antibiotic, the goddess's mysterious infection healed internal organs, reviving Fred Burkle.  Our Los Angeles saviors returned to Wolfram & Hart instead of The Hyperion Hotel.  All creation affected by Lilith had no recollection of the events that had transpired in the previous timeline.  The few who time traveled to Sunnydale in 2001 were unable to remember their gallant victory.  Upon Cordelia sacrificing herself, a dreadful repercussion of using dark magic befell on our devoted female braveheart.  Sadistic little red devils from the abyss pulled audacity into a blazing hellfire. Six months later...

It was hard to watch them together. He was seeing his father in a new light. It was like an entirely different aspect of Esai took over whenever he was with Anya. It was a version Daniel rarely ever had the pleasure of seeing. The moment Esai decided that being emotionally attached to his son was unhealthy for him, was the day the warmth of their relationship left. It had not gone entirely, but the older Dragomir was no longer a dutiful and caring father. For Daniel, it was a lesson within itself. Love and emotion was not a good thing. It was something to refrain from. Becoming attached was another evil entirely. Attachments were failures. They were weakness. A weakness that anyone could -and would- attack.In this scenario, the only attachment Esai Dragomir had was Anya. The beautiful, elegant woman that captured his heart. She seemed to capture more than just his heart. She captured his very essence; everything that was Esai was actually Anya. How lucky, he thought to himself, that they would be put in each other's lives naturally. They too had been engaged since childhood, just like he was now, to Anastasia Vovk. Unlike Anastasia, who was merely the daughter of another kingpin, Anya Moarte-Vasile was an heir to the Romanian throne. Her family had been wealthy for generations upon generations. Then her father became in debt to grandpa Dragomir, after a vigorously rigged bribe. Edgar was intelligent. He knew that the marriage would come with a lot of money. He didn't expect Esai and Anya to become so enamoured with each other. But they did. They still were, all these years later. Even after Esai had not one, but two children with another woman and was away for two years in doing so. She loved Daniel like he were her own. He was a part of Esai, which she loved more than anything else in the world. Daniel was just a happy miracle in the midst of an ugly situation. The other child was left behind to be a senator's daughter. Anya had been well aware of the affair, if you could call it that. Esai simply sought out a beautiful American girl, procreated, and left. Anya could not have children, but his birth mother, Hannah, was obviously more fertile than anticipated. It took fifteen years before Daniel even knew about his birth mother and twin sister. He didn't really see her as a mother, he felt nothing for the woman. All his love was held for Anya. She loved him dearly, the fact that she had not given birth to him meant nothing to her. Daniel was grateful for it. He hid behind the door, enthralled by the way his parents looked at each other. It was as if the universe centered in each other's eyes. Esai's eyes were soft and caring. A rarity in the strong features. His usually icy glare was replaced by a melted ocean of blue. Anya's own eyes were a blazing jade with flecks of azure. He saw their lips moving, forming words, but he couldn't hear anything they said. Anya simply touched Esai's arm gently and began to nod. His father smiled, he simply reached over and pulled his mother into the most beautiful of kisses he'd ever seen. You simply could not capture the beauty of this kind of kiss. It was not passionate. It was knowing. Like tracing lines of a painting you already knew perfectly and by memory. Or reading a book you enjoy and will never tire of. He closed his eyes and shut the door quietly. He wanted that. Knowing that your entire universe settled in simply looking into the eyes of a person you would never be able to stop looking at. Daniel knew that all of their moments were meant to be private. They were never openly affectionate. The most anyone ever saw from Anya and Esai was mild hand holding or a quick peck on the cheek. But anyone with a sliver of intelligence could see it; the way they devoured each other with a simple look. Or the way their fingers brushed against each other like they had been away for too long. He wistfully closed his eyes, leaned against the door, and briefly allowed himself to exhale in longing. He loved the way they were with each other. It didn't disgust him like the teenagers on tv. It didn't bother him or make him uncomfortable like it did when his friends saw their own parents indulging in affection. It was beautiful to see such affection last through decades. They were different people with each other, it was an entirely different universe when they were alone. Daniel was fascinated by it. He knew he would never have that with his wife. Anastasia was a beautiful woman, but he did not feel like the world and universe was in her wide, hazel-green eyes. Her lips were soft and pleasant to kiss, but they were not something he'd caress with the upmost care. In fact, ninety-nine percent of the time, Daniel wanted to simply debauch her and leave her unable to walk for days. It was nothing but lust. He cared for the girl, very much, but he did not love her. Not the way a man should love his wife. He knew she had other men whom she loved and continued to see, but it didn't bother him. That was the problem. He knew that if Esai had been aware of another man in Anya's life, he'd slaughter them and skin them with their own fingernails. Anya would have probably done the same thing with Hannah, had she not been a neccessary factor in the marriage arrangement. Hannah Tyler's fertility is what kept their lineage running, since Anya could not. Daniel was to be the heir of the Moarte-Vasile/Dragomir wealth and title. In Romania, wealth was rare. His family employed the majority of the city of Constanca. The Dragomirs were infamous. If people were afriad of good ol' grandpa Edgar; Esai was their worst fucking nightmare. It was ironic because everyone saw Anya as an angel sent from heaven. She was charitable, sweet to everyone, and an icon. Her face often graced in magazine scans whenever people wanted to check in on the Vasile royalty. The name Vasile was slowly fading and letting Dragomir take its place. The last Vasiles had died just recently after being found. Stella and Irina Vasile, had been killed by the Italians, who hated Esai and Daniel. Getting over Stella's death had been difficult for him. She had become a sister figure for him in such a short amount of time. Daniel hadn't realized he'd been walking straight towards Stella's old room. Her things had been left exactly as she'd left them, at his request. Her room still had a lingering scent of her favorite floral perfume and peach flavored lipgloss. The blonde had left a pair of black pumps scattered on her floor, but aside from that, it was mostly organized and clean. Her 'Rolling Stones' t-shirt was still hung on the chair in front of her vanity. Various pictures capturing her with friends, one of them featuring Daniel, were still taped to her mirror. "I miss you, Goldilocks." His voice came out a strangled, raspy whisper. He touched the picture of them together, running his fingertips over her image. Finally, he let his hand drop to his side and he left her room. Anya and Esai were walking side by side in his direction. When they noticed Daniel walking out of Stella's room, Anya quickly raised an eyebrow. "Honey..." she began, her gaze meeting Esai's and looking back at him. Daniel simply looked away from them, "I know you think this is unhealthy for me, but how else can I keep her memory alive?" He whispered softly. Esai looked at him disapprovingly while Anya smiled with the intensity of a thousand suns. "I understand my love, but torturing yourself over her death isn't something I want you to delve in." His father simply snorted, "Grow up and get over it, people die on a daily basis." His eyes nearly burned holes into Daniel's skull as he said it. "I can guarantee you that you'd be a complete mess if mom died." Daniel spat back. "Maybe not me, but if Anya died, you'd be inconsolable and don't you dare try to deny it." His own hues were ice. Esai huffed and continued to glare, his eyesbrows nearly running into each other. He was furious but he couldn't disagree with what his son had said. He knew all too well it was true. "It's been months Daniel; you can't live on a memory forever." Daniel rolled his eyes at his father. He was well aware of that. "Leave him be, David." Anya snapped, obviously tiring of the pointless arguement between her husband and son. Esai shot her a look but she simply smirked in response. A thousand words in nothing but eyes and lips. "I'm going to bed, if you need me, you better learn how to visit dreams." He said, taking his cue to head off to his bedroom. Esai nodded and Anya leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight my beautiful angel." She cooed. Esai snorted his usual response and touched Daniel's wrist once, same as always.

RECENTLY A FELLOW WRITER, HAS STATED NUMEROUS TIMES THAT HE BELIEVES I NEED TO WORK UPON MY WRITING AS LEGOLAS, BECAUSE  I APPARENTLY CAN NOT WRITE- I WOULD APPRECIATE IT GREATLY IF UPON THIS READING THIS , YOU WOULD TAKE THE TIME TO READ SOME OF MY POSTS, AND TELL ME IF YOU AGREE WITH THEM. The roof of the House of King shuddered opening into large gapping cracks as it began to give way under the massive Black Dragon's weight. Legolas glanced to-wards the entrance seeing it shrouded in the red scales of a Fire drake. Swiftly turning he headed to the far side of the Hall, whilst hearing the words read aloud that the scroll dictated. A frown etched across his brow as he saw the shimmer of silver blue scales, and the far side of the Hall was light instantly in flames of unquestionable heat.Instantly jerking back-wards, as his cloak gathered around him, he darted back to the center of the hall: reaching for the Elvish rope Sam-wise held upon his being as he passed. Skidding to a halt, the Elven Prince pulled an arrow from his quiver, swiftly twisting the rope to the arrow and securing it tight. Extending his arm to let his bow, fall from his shoulder to his hand, legolas brought the two together, then raising his bow pulled tight on the sting. His sights rested for a moment on Altariel, before he raised them taking his aim upon one of the iron clad light fittings high above. Letting lose the string his arrow seared up-wards and through the light fitting, before dropping to the ground across from him. Swiftly he darted across, his cloak flaying out behind him, as he dropped to his left knee, unraveling his arrow from the rope and securing the ends of the rope tight to each other. " I will distract them as best i can, be ready to flee, The house of Mole is described within the Scroll" he called,as he fluently rose to his feet and placed the arrow to his mouth. Tossing his bow to shoulder, Legolas leaped, grasping the rope between both hands and began to climb. Scaling the rope within seconds he twisted his body back-wards letting his legs rise, feet hooking around the steel light fitting as he pushed forward with his body lifting himself to stand upon the large iron fitting admits the falling rubble and dust dropping to the ground below.Above him the Elven Prince could see clearly the razored talons of the Giant Black Dragon, the flow of the Dragon's tail, as it moved restless crashing into everything in its path. Pausing as he measure the rhythm to the tail movement, Legolas pulled another arrow from his quiver, then swiftly reaching down he pulled sharply upon Sam's elven rope. Guiding it up-wards as it slipped free. Threading the rope to the second of his arrow's he secured the bind before resuming his climb. Ascending silently, legolas levered his lithe body through the rapidly gapping crevice in the roof, to disappeared from view of those below. Crouching low upon his legs, beside the gapping crevice, he paused unseen covered by the Dragons massive thrashing tail as it weaved back and forth. His sharp sights taking view of the way the black iron clad scales upon the Dragon eased as it moved. Spreading out his crouched stance, Legolas turned watching the tail as he looked for the ease within the Dragons scales there also.His brow etched into a smirk, satisfied with what he saw, and he released the arrows from his mouth to his hands. Taking the rope clad arrow in his right hand and the bare arrow in his left, the Elven prince braced himself. Breathing deep. before exhorting, Legolas thrust the arrows simultaneously into the ease of the Beast's scales. The left into a taloned claw of the beast, while the roped arrow in his right, en-bedded deep into the dragon's tail.Instantly the Dragon buckled, taken by surprise it screeched in anger, loosing it's footing upon the roof. The Black Dragon's massive form began to slide sideways across the incline of the roof, its attention focused on regaining its footing, while legolas was pulled to his feet, forward by the attached rope to follow. Swiftly he sprinted, his cloak flaying out behind him as he leaped onto the Black Dragons thrashing tail. His feet barely touching the dragons scales before he was thrust forward, propelled by force from the mighty strength of the flaying tail, as the Dragon clawed vainly at the roof, loosing its last grasp upon the House of King. Tumbling the Black Dragon, plummeted to the ground below, landing upon the Red Fire Drake. Sending both the Fire Drake and Dragon crashing into the ruins of the King's tower. Legolas released his hold upon the rope, as he felt himself jerk back-wards towards the colliding Dragons, his body flipped nimbly through the air , cloak flaying out around him as he landed upon his feet. Instantly legolas let his bow drop the length of his arm, retrieving an arrow, he took aim, giving the Fellowship time to flee from the Kings house, as he let his arrow whistle though the air snaring momentarily into the soft gums of the gapping red Fire Drakes mouth, before it disintegrated in ash.*A diversion has been made Fellowship---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Legolas's brow etched into a frown as he felt the strong wind of descent from the Black Dragon. Its razor sharp claws wrapping with ease around the statue in which he hid, to pries it swiftly from the base of the fountain. As they took to the sky Legolas climbed, nimbly easing his way from within the intricate curves of the statue that had just saved his life. Feeling the tension ease within Ancalagon's foot, he leaped as the statue was released, grasping tight to the Black Dragons claws and swung himself upwards with ease, Looking down to frown as an arrow dropped to the rubble below from his Quiver! Standing upon the Dragons scaled foot, he rode unseen through the skiesWhen the Black Dragon arched its body up towards the clouds, Legolas leaped, pushing out wards from the Dragon's foot, as his cloak flayed out behind him, to grab the horned pommel upon the end of the blacks dragon's tail. Twisting his legs up and through his arms he levered himself up onto the tail and began to swiftly climb, His finger's grasping across the black steel layered scales, for the ridges of steel almost like stair's that run along the length of Ancalagon's back.  Against the thrust of the wind he climbed, gradually making his way from the long coarse tail to the monstrous body of the Black Dragon.Suddenly the Dragon dipped its massive body arching swiftly in the sky. Legolas's grip tightened as he felt the dragon's sway, the Elven Princes legs, found no footing, forced in a slide to hang once more by the sudden descent of the Dragon in flight. His feet found no grip as the earth rose to greet them.In a sheer desperate ploy he released his hold upon the scales, dropping in unison with the Dragons descent as he reached across his shoulders and pulled forth his two long blades. Sliding past the dragons extended wing Legolas thrust the blades together, forward- sharp hilt of the blades turned upwards forcing them through the dragons thick leather and semi scaled wing.Instantly Ancalagon screeched in shock, leaning towards the pierced wing as they plummeted rapidly towards the ground. The blades jerked, sliding downwards and creating a small tear, before firmly wedging between two scales.The massive head of the Black turned yellow eyes gleaming in hate towards Legolas, while sharp jaws snapped trying to prise the Elvan Prince from the wing.The thick smog of smoke and dust giving warning to Elvan Prince the ground was upon them. Lifting his legs Legolas wedged then feet firm against the scales of the Black wing, pushing with force to thrust his blades free of the of the leather and scales. The blades being instantly knocked free upon the thunderous clash as the Black Dragon's body began to impact across the rubble.Somersaulting under Ancalagon's tumbling body as it sent rubble cascading in all directions, Legolas landed nimbly upon his feet. swiftly he dodged the raining rubble to dart the short distance, to where the great black spotted wolf dug trying to free his lost arrow. Bending Legolas pulled the arrow from the rubble, a frown etching across Legolas's brow, while his sharp sights examined the quill for any damage. Instantly to be replaced with a smug smirk, towards Embry, as Legolas turned pleased, darting nimbly across the rubble, away from the Black Dragon as he clawed at the ground pushing his monstrous up  to rise .  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Upon the mighty horned Dragon, Legolas soared, the world passing by far below. He could see the surges of battle, yet here, riding with naught but the thrusts of Ancalagon's wings to break the peaceful glide of his path, it seamed like a world apart. Standing his feet wedged against his embedded arrow and the large protruding nose horn of the dragon , the Elven Prince watched as the vast armies of Melkor's came upon the wall's and gates of the once fair city.  His brow furrowing his anger, as he placed an arrow to his bow, lowering his aim as the great dragon circled over head, the string pulled taunt against his cheek, releasing as the arrow cut its downward thrust, the impact shown far below; an Urik-Hai buckled forward, falling under the stamped of feet of his comrades while they past.  Instantly Legolas's,  left arm reached across his shoulder, pulling forth another arrow,  as the Dragon's flight shifted.  Swiftly the Elven Prince lowered himself back to his seat, feeling the change in the great dragon's flight. His movements fluid, as he placed his bow once again across his shoulder, grasping the arrow he had implanted within Ancalagon's scales, while the Dragon's head dipped,  bringing its monstrous form into a spiral dive from within the sky .As they twisted around in circles, the ground swiftly rising up to meet them, his sharp elven sights calculated, the velocity upon which they descended, with the speed of the Dragon's air born twists. His right foot pushed off from the nose horn on which he stood, his cloak flaying out around his head, as for a moment it seamed he freely fall beside the dragon in its turns. Then swiftly his left hand speared his arrow, deep within the scales of the mighty Ancalagon , as the creature's drawn back wings came level with his plummet. Momentarily he hung, clinging to the arrow, before his body started to swing, gaining height with each motion, before once again he released his hold, Ancalagon's large clawed feet coming level with his grasp, while the Dragon continued to spiral downward. Nimbly he turned his grasp to face inwards, towards the Black's,  soft underbelly and  waited. All too soon, the Dragons flight began to change, the mighty black, began to lift its head, letting its body fall under its descent.  Hundred's of Orc's and Urik-Hai lined up below, with the large rock trolls whom hauled 'Grond the destroyer' towards the closed gates of Gondolin, soon became more apparent to the Elven Prince as the white wall's crept ever closer. Coming upon them, Legolas released his hold, free falling while simultaneously reaching across his shoulder's to pull forth his long blades from their scabbards.  Fluently he brought them over his shoulders, and downward in an arc's at his sides, as his feet touched upon two Urik-hai's shoulders. His blades following through slicing deep into the vulnerable unprotected skin across the base of their necks. Swiftly the Elven Prince leaped his blades twisting in his hands, to the Urik- Hai in front, as the prior two buckled mortally wounded to the ground.  Amidst the screams of anger, from those who followed behind as they scramble  lunging towards him over their fallen comrades, Legolas brought his blades forward, thrusting them into the unprotected back's of the creatures,  while his feet barely touched their shoulder's on his passing.  Leaping to land on his right foot, on an Urik- Hai who turned ready to embark in combat: hearing the crys of anger, Legolas brought his left foot forward with force. the Urik-hai's nose exploding, upon impact, his head buckled backwards, sending blood and grizzle showering outwards while legolas, pushed off to leap upon the the massive  Wolfe head shaped battering ram Grond, his cloak flaying out behind him! Swiftly running it length, the Elven Prince, nimbly dodged the flames that splatted forth in all directions before leaping as he felt the force of the shudder vibrate and coarse through the  battering ram, when the gate exploded inwards; legolas ascended through the ciaos dust and flames, riding upon a steel armored plate, that once had adorned the fallen gate; as it skidded across the ground, in the fallen city away from the cascading rubble and flames that replaced the gate while Grond  was being hauled backwards , to free the entrance . As the Plate of steel slowed in its path, Legolas stepped off,his cloak flaying out around him as he jogged up the King's road, to join his friends, and Wife, ready to defend the King's Square.

Thunder rocked the skies, in waves  that shattered the heaven's while black clouds massed swirling in a turmoil of vindication. Lightning plummeted from the skies, in forked streaks to explode the ground upwards in showers of smoking rock and debris. branches and boughs were ripped from the trunks of the lifeless tree's where they had stood fossilized with time like stone. to be swept upwards in a spiralling mass of dirt and decay. He opened his eyes.as the World suddenly fell silent. Broke only by the multitude of debris falling from the skies to crash upon the land that waited in dread. The silence was deafening. worse then the thunder. for the world had paused, stuck within that moment while it waited for Hell to revile itself. A pebble shuddered, with the soft scrapping upon its smooth hard surface. lifting slightly before rolling across the desecrated ground, reviling only the blackened dirt beneath and silence.Suddenly a movement, so very small, so easily unseen if the world had not froze, trapped in the moment,  the blackened sands moved, shifting pushed to the side, as two tiny ridged shiny black legs clawed their way free. the small head of a beetle, blacker then the burnt ground quickly followed his thorax and a shiny black abdomen that seamed to glimmer even in the darkened skies a strange shade crimson hue of red.Its hair thin antennae flickered back and forth, tasting the air, before it darted swiftly across the ground towards where the broken seal of Solomon still laid..Struggling the small beetle latched onto the side of the seal, before rapidly weaving itself through the broken remains. Stopping at the highest point the antennae began to move rapidly clicking back forth, it sent out a call. falling still as only silence answered. One can not say where it began, unless it was for the small black beetle upon the broken scroll, For suddenly as far any eyes could see, it was as if the ground trembled, shifting while thousands of tiny barbed legs dug their way free, exposing the strange crimson hued abdomen's of all kinds of insects large and small akin in colour to the first. scurrying intent on purpose they moved freeing themselves of the earth, as a strange black mist began to seep from within the many thousands of tiny burrows they left in their wake .Upon the scroll they soon began to merge while the thick vile mist licked over their crimson shells, in a frenzy they climbed mounting each other to form a pior of ever growing darkness while the black mist weaved in spirals upwards following their hurried ascending mass's  coating the crimson shells in darkness until even the mist seamed alive as it formed rippling in waves of writhing crimson hued bodies outwards as if deciding upon a shape to take.it seamed feet were the first to form, unmistakable even in the black evolving mass, slowly changing hue to form the soft leather of long boots as the legs swiftly took shape above them. the torso of a man now forming swiftly the long black hair hair falling half way down his back as his head still forming turned looking about him eyes alight with red flames appearing from within the swirling masses of tormented insects. As he came full circle, the man stopped, a sadistic smirk playing upon the flames within his eyes. The Black hue of mist and insects all but fading as a last long centipede wove its way between his lips. Stepping forth pure beauty he seamed, angelic, if not for the Psychotic hatred that burned within his eyes. fluently lowering himself to crouch upon the floor, while beckoned forth a large black spider, picking it up as its legs covered his hands to drape over the hanging over the edges, he seamed to whisper, a language not heard in many an age., a snide smirk forming upon his curled lips, as he crushed the writhing spider between his finger's. They had heard his call. he had returned.  The Dark Hoards of his creations would once again sweep across the land, there would be no stopping him this time, all would rue the day, they came to know the name Melkor .

They say what you see, molds you into the person you become" mused Melkor sardonically sweet,while leaning forward; intently looking into elves eyes as his smile spread, soothing back their fears, his fingers touched the elve's cheek " I'm too impatient to wait" he drawled,as his index finger,traced its path to the edge of their eye, calmly  he pull back the skin and let his long nail push deep in to the warm wet flesh; following under the eye within its socket, finding arousal in the screams of pain and terror he eased his finger deeper into the soft wet flesh, only straighting his finger when it became buried nigh to the knuckle, "Some what disappointing, I feel no different" he sighed,smiling as with a wet soft pop the eyeball fell  onto the cheek of the Elve. "So pretty! " he complimented, his head tilting to the side, as his fingers pinched around the eyes stem, Squeezing while he ripped, blood spurted splattering across the elves face,seeping out around Melkor's fingers grasp, to run lazily down the elves face . " Now open wide" he coaxed, flashing his white teeth, as his hand lowered forcing the elves eyes between his lips. " You know what they say, you mustn't play with your food, remember to chew!" he scolded with amusement and pushed the palm of his hand under the Elves jaw, fingers spread across mouth and nose forcing the Elve to chew and swallow. Avidly he watched deep in thought musing aloud " Perhaps i got it wrong, you are what you fuck?" 

The shadows accumulated in the corners of the room; darker shadows of night to stretch out like arms clawing up the walls; with the flickering light of the last wan of a candle as their backdrop.Thick and musky the air gathered , sheltered within the room trapped from the still night outside by a window misted with warm breath in condensation.Distant laughter mixed with the muffled murmurs of voices and the pale light from a hallway floated under the locked door.The soft creak , of the beds wooden frame accompanied by the gently rustle of blankets moving over her turning body as she reached up tugging at a pillow in her sleep. pulling it down towards her with a soft slumber filled grunt and mumble; as she swallowed slapping her lips together at peace in her dream.*Far of places rambling pictures woven into one , waves crashing upon distant shores, she walked in his gaze. Invincible, she flew and danced as the wind played with her hair upon craggy cliffs sheltered by her minds power in the world it had created.*A sudden burst light; a futile attempt by the single flickering small flame consumed by the fine strand of smoke, death and aroma of spent wax. Darkness claimed the shadows.Standing at the foot of her bed he watched, would she see him if she waked, would she know his gaze.* He was with her, she could feel him, her heart soaring her mind exploding, like a thousand tiny stars becoming one with the universe, she was lifted floating above the waves, of what was, would be and had been. A thousand colors glowed like threads woven into a single song that filled the heart and consume, Her light so small to buried within the weave of creation. She loved him pure and trusting she gave herself, her soul to dance within his creation.*He felt her breath upon his face, warm and soft, her heart beating within his hand, as her mind unraveled before his eyes. Warm tingles coming in soft throbs, of arousal uninhabited catching upon her breath.Soft his breath played upon her face like a thousand feathers its skimmed over her skin luring her with its touch. The fines hairs upon her shoulders rising protruding under the merging goosebumps of delight.Her chest heaving she turned willing him within her slumber, her nipples hardening protruding upon the flimsy cotton of her gown. His eyes glinted, the flames of contempt ebbing under desire. as her gown fading under his gaze, becoming the feathered touch of his breath upon her skin.So close, pink etched with wrinkles of desire and pleasure he teased them with his tongue, circling the growing aureolas , flicking across their harden peaks like a feather of melting ice, to run cold in tickles down her stomach, pooling within her navel, while the goosebumps upon her skin spread.Welling over her stomach it ran circling her hips in ribbons of desire, trickling down and around her hairless mound , weaving into the the crevices of her closed legs and biding her to part them wide.Willingly she obliged groaning softly with a shudder, anticipating his cold much desired touch. The folds of her skin glistened warm and wet, musky the scent of her sex.Lowering his head he parted her lips, with his tongue flicking across the the hardened peak of her clitoris down between the soft folds of her labia feeling the creased edges sweetly tantalizing around his tongue as he sought the depth of her wetness and heat.Groaning she stiffened, lifting her arse, eagerly inviting his tongue to delve inside her as he circled her opening teasing and tormenting the slick smooth skin above. Rising to nibble, suck upon her clitoris With a his promise of what was to come.Writhing upon the dampened sheet she moaned her eyes flicker open with desire, under a furrowed brow he smirked, his lips parted to softly blow upon the the depth of her opening.His eyes flamed with the desire of his lust, the darkness of his breath shifting upon her skin writhing with movements it formed, black like his heart, the depths of his soul. Pushing upon her skin seeking the sweet wetness and warmth of her dark passage to escape the world outside. Softly she groaned thrusting herself downwards welcoming it as if it was him; while he watched curious, smirking as it entered parting the folds of her skin to stretch her opening for it girth. Slowly her hips began to gyrate grinding in circles of pleasure as the creatures tail slowly disappeared sliding slick and wet from her juices within her.Lifting his head he watched , the flames in his eyes flaring with eager anticipation under the callous smirk upon his lips the writhing of her unfortunate pleasure.Her gasps swiftly turning to shock and fear, with pain her eyes flared open, her writhing spasmodic , caught with the impulse to escape from that what was inside her. Her dreams her fear, knowing they had betrayed her. tears welled within her eyes, unbelieving, under his smiling gaze as she reached into herself trying to pull free that which had given her so much pleasure and now pain. In vain she buckled her head slamming back onto the soft pillow she had clutched pulling towards her to cuddle as her hips lifted his stomach a mass of movement welling in pulses to pushing for escape from inside her.Enthralled his head tilted anticipating its freedom her screams falling silent upon death ear's as her navel protruded, blood welling upon the surface, pooling as the skin split bitten away by the sharp teeth of a small blood soaked nose. upwards the creatures pulsed splitting the skin around it, as it wiggled and squirmed with its birth from her body: he soul , her life slick the congealing blood that coated its coarse fur.A shrill squeak; startled the rat bellowed, his tail sliding free with her half eaten intestines as he fled while she slumped dead upon her mattress.Softly he sighed his amusement ebbing, like himself back to merge within the darkness of the room.Brightness flared, the wan candle! A single flame that spread across the bedside table, feeding off the fiber of her blankets the cotton on her blood-soaked nightdress.Yells coughing , the approach of many footsteps to pound panicking upon her bedroom door. finally giving up in a hasty retreat of sorrow and pain.She is a Roleplayer, He is our world,  the colors of creation, what we create, the rat, the fuckheads who taint it for others, causing so many to leave role play- and you thought this was just a random story.Smirks- compliments of Melkor-

(OOC: This is going to be a blog I work on over time, I'll be changing it, adding to it and manipulating it until I am happy with it. Anyone reading this should know that your character does not know the information contained in this blog. Please do not bring up details from this blog up to jw or Jemini in the midst of a storyline unless we have discussed it in advance. Since this is a work in progress I would be happy to have feedback as long as it is not put in a rude way. Criticism is fine but you don't have to be a prick about it lol. )Chapter 1[With all the plotting, scheming, manipulating jw had been conducting. especially as of late she had began to deliberate with herself. She sat calmly in the midst of her headquarters. Things in this very moment were quiet. she did not have Unicron's thoughts in her cpu, she was not being pulled in one direction or another. She was not hunting.She was in a period of waiting. Jw was not one to enjoy waiting, it allowed her time to think on things she would rather bury. For rare weaknesses to crawl into view. The dark femme stood up, opened a panel at her wrist and removed her tracker. A device that allowed the other from her dimension to know where she was no matter what dimension or place in time she was in. Where she was going she wanted none to follow, none to know. Jw opened a warp gate, as she did so had any one been able to see the look in her optics one might have thought they saw a glimmer of sadness on the femme who never showed anything but contempt. Jw stepped into the warpgate disappearing from her headquarters and appearing in the place where it all began. She closed the warpgate behind her and immediately the station she appeared in came to life. Reacting to her presence. Jw was not in a time, or a place. It had taken her eons to be able to find it, her connection to Unicron and him granting her the ability to open the warpgates was only part of it. Jw had trained herself, risked herself and her existence to push the envelope in order to be able to return here. This station existed outside of time, space, any continuum. Jw approached a large silver highbacked chair, her hand glided over the metal before she gracefully sat down. In front of her and all around the enormous room were screens, all flickering to turn on as sat down. They seemed an infinite number, her optics gazed over them. This was the hall, the station of her father's. Their creation just as she was....Chapter 2/3How many times had she watched her father's view these screens just as she was now. Quietly observing, taking in events, seeing what had been and what was to come. How one reality could contrast so completely with another by a simple change in one variable. What always stood out was how she existed in none of them. No screen predicted her future or showed her, her past yet she could see others she knew. Darkgunn, Shottgunn, Megara, Megatron even Unicron. In other dimensions, in other realities she could see how they strived or how they suffered, how they lived and how they died. Jw stood up quickly and walked through the room, down a long cooridor and into a much smaller room. There had been no true thought that brought her to this place. It was as if instinct had lured her to take a look. The room was like she remembered it. The large monitors still holding the images of design specs. On one side were her own specs marked "the first" on the other side were Jemini's marked "the second". Every detail had been carefully thought out by her father's at least for her own design. The shape of her wings, the implementation used to cool her engines. the genious it took to design her to seem like every other cybertronian yet allow her to slip in and out of time. She was no Cybertronian, she was something else. Jw walked over to view Jemini's design specs. It was in this moment that Jw allowed herself to feel the raw emotion that she kept so carefully covered up.  It had often amused her when others would call her the copy when in reality it was the other way around. Jw was the original article Jemini was the copy, her surviving father's attempt at "starting over". Jw left this room just as quickly as she had walked into it but it seemed her mind was determined to force her to rehash the past and it had no plans to let up. Soon jw found herself in the one room, the one place she never intended to ever see or return to again.  The energon of her fallen father still stained the floor here. It was the first time in a long time that her spark seemed to open and feel the agony and pain from that day. Jw could still see it, the look on her surviving father's face, that humanoid face looking up at her with a shocked disbelief as he brought in Jw's cybertronian father and he lay dying on the floor. Jw sank to her knees just as she did that day. Jw touched the floor softly with her fingertips. How she pleaded with her surviving father to bend the rules. To go back and save him, to not allow him to fall and in the end he refused her. Reminding her in a soft, disapproving tone that she could not bend time and events to her will. That Alpha would not want him to, he would not want to be saved this way.  Jw could practically feel Alpha in her arms just as she did that day, as she held onto him, feeling his essense, his spark energy dwindling with each moment. Alpha was everything to Jw, his goals were her goals, he was her guide, her teacher, her mentor and without him, she was lost. Alpha knew even in his last moments what his loss would do to Jw. He attempted in his last words to her to calm her, to give her hope " Let me go young one. Make your own path and let go of the pain." He did not realize just how much those words she would cling to. How different her path became from the one he invisioned for her, how she would bury the pain with a complete lack of emotion, but she could never let him go. That she could never do....

PASTE BIN https://pastebin.com/TaL4qSvGRoan was hiding in the darkness and lamenting the words he had exchanged with Sylvia (the dragon). He continued to stare, entranced by the superbly crafted cradle in the nursery. Esmay would never think to search for him there and he drifted off into a light slumber and dreamed... Joy! Esmay returned his affection. She loved him? Nay...just a dream to torment him! Smiling together they glanced down at the tiny infant contentedly asleep in the cradle that had once held and rocked her. What a fair child, with rosy cheeks and dark hair, sleeping so peaceful, contented and....so cherished, so loved, not hidden away, forgotten and beaten like he often was. She seemed sad about not having a child. If they were so blessed, Esmay could have a child she could love after he was long gone, part mortal and immortal. She would never be alone again and the thought pleased him.  He dreamed on and tears streamed down his face. Rogue tears he would never reveal to the world. King Alban was at the very edge of Creek House now. He could see the lights from within the windows. He smelled smoke, the lingering stench of burnt flesh. Every muscle, every fibre of his being was at attention. He used his staff to test the ground ere he took a step. As he suspected, a ring of magic guarded the outskirts. It was strong magic and he would have to call on the Power of the Ancient Ones to break its power. He thought he could hear Roan's voice, laughter and that of a woman. His brother was in danger...a different sort of danger.

Roan felt his heart thud then there was the soft cry of the child, not strong but she was alive. "Dar Jee!!" Roan exclaimed as he felt on the verge of a flood of tears of joy. Estelle placed the babban in his arms and he felt her weight, a bundle light as feathers."She is so tiny...so sweet...." Roan uttered relieved. Kissing her he handed her to his wife to gaze upon the face of her newborn. "She looks like you." He smiled. "Not a wild brute like me."Roan glanced thankfully to Estelle as the father and mother doted on their newborn.***"Hurl what insults you may at me nephew but you had best prepare for the fight of your life. You will be attacked by the McGimore's and the English will come, false friends. They will drive the Irish back then hang you and claim this their own dominion!" Alban warned seeing the visions pass before his own eyes."You are mad!!" Manfred rose from the throne and rushed down the steps so he faced Alban. They were nearly equal in height, Alban being slighter the taller but from his proud bearing Manfred seemed to be the one who towered like a giant. "Madman!! And, traitor!!""You have the gall to use such a word to me when you have in your veins the blood of those who would usurp us!! You are too friendly to the English. You have goaded them on. You shall see that is true ere the end come for you!!" "You wish me dead uncle?? Kill me then if you can!!" Manfred's ire was on the rise as his hand went for the hilt of his dirk."I am not here to see the blood of my own kin spilled and not by my own hand. I am not here to claim the crown if that is what you fear. Wear it. I am here to council you that the enemy comes to dog thee at your heels!"

Nobody like rules, I know but it seems that they are necessary. Just follow these rules and we should have a good time.1. No bullying: I have been bullied, my friends have been bullied so I have no tolerance for bullying at all. 2. No God Modding: Do not control my character's actions at all. I made the account and I am the one roleplaying Klaus not you.3. No rushing: I will get to you when I can. I have a real life which is a little more important right now so send a nice reminder but don't hassle me about it.4. Show some sensitivity: Everyone has problems and has alot going on in their lives. They don't need you being a d*ck towards them to make worse and neither. If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all. Also no ghosting 5. I am not Klaus

Episode ElevenScene 2Release Date: January 31st, 2014Due Date: February 17th, 2014  Starring: Asher, Darien, Lita, SerenaSetting: The viewing deck of the Empire State BuildingTime: NighttimeSCRIPT:1. Serena is nervous, staring over the edge, terrified that Darien isn't going to come. It isn't until she sees him enter, pushing past the mundie crowd, that hope fills her. She calls out to him, carefully, and says she knew he'd come to save Raye.2. Lita holding Asher against the wall, tells Darien to hurry. She continues to glare at Asher, and tells the mundie security guard that Asher is very dangerous and that if he wants to live, he will clear the remaining mundies from the scene. 3. Asher scoffs at Lita, but watches as the mundie security guard does as she says. He mocks Lita and her apparent 'command' over the other mundane, and suggests that if all their hopes are on Darien, they're going to lose. 4. Darien arrives, out of breath, and seemingly appears concerned. At Serena's words, he glances over the edge, spots Raye, and smiles at her. He then turns away, before raising his eyebrows at Serena, asking if she honestly thought he'd care about his charge's death? 5. Serena reacts to Darien's words, and suddenly feels hopeless. Her optimism disappears, and she's overwhelmed, suddenly too aware at how stupid and immature her plan had been. 6. Lita swears, keeping her hold on Asher, and starts to yell at Darien, certain he can't possibly be that heartless. She reminds him that Raye will die, and begs him to help her. 7. Asher realizes he may have just killed Raye, and feels somewhat bad about that. He wonders if he'll have to pay some sort of 'wrongful death' fee to Trista, the Celestial Order member, but shrugs it off. He's still entertained by Darien's change, and taunts him. 8. Darien refocuses on Asher, wondering why the annoying man is still around. He hears Raye scream behind him, and reacts to it internally. Certain to not let his feelings show, he takes takes a moment to thank him for inadvertently ridding him of his connection to his charge. 9. Serena hears Raye's scream and backs up until she hits the wall, which she leans against as she slides to the floor. She's in shock and emotionally damaged and suddenly yearns for Luna's presence. She softly tells Darien she hates him, and that she'll never forgive him for this. 10. Lita releases Asher and rushes to the side of the building, horrified. She can't see Raye anymore, and the thought sickens her. She turns to Asher and shoves him against the wall again, hard enough to cause an indent in the bricks.11. Asher uses his Order abilities to disappear from Lita's grasp, teleporting to the edge of the building. He perches gracefully on top of the safety rail, peering over. He arrogantly reveals that Raye's not dead, and that it's because of some of his friends rather than theirs. 12. Darien kneels beside Serena, doing a mocking impression of comforting her. He tells her that she won't have long to hate him, because he's here to kill her. He reveals a knife, and holds it to her neck. 13. Serena pulls away from Darien, but doesn't get very far. She's numb and empty, and can't be bothered to fight back. That is, until she hears Asher's announcement. Suddenly fueled by hope, she uses her ability on Darien until he releases her, and rushes to see if Raye is truly okay. 14. Lita, too caught up with Raye's safety to comment on Asher's bizarre revelation of his apparent ability, is at the side of the building, relief and confusion flooding through her at equal rates. She asks how that could be possible, but sees with her own eyes how Raye was slowly drifting downward.15. Asher suggests they thank him, because not only did his 'friends' save Raye, but her pain and suffering truly did draw Darien to them. He mockingly asks what the high and mighty 'Earth Warrior' plans to do now. 16. Darien is still seething from the pain of Serena's light, and wisely decides to leave, but not before announcing his plans to return. He vows Serena will die, at his hands, before departing. 17. Serena isn't shaken. She calls after Darien, announcing that when he tries again, she'll be ready. She knows now that Darien did feel Raye in danger, which meant apart of him was still in there. They just needed to use a different approach. FYK: This scene takes place immediately after Raye is pushed over the side of the building. Darien is returning from his meeting with Gideon, Daphne, and Ivy, and intends to act on his orders.

1 Corinthians Chapter 13If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Mama!!" with all the hustle and bustle around her she didn't know what to do with herself, and every second that the incident continued to spiral out of control was another minute that poor Torianna become even more terrified. The chaos of people running, screaming, clawing through the crowds scrambling to get to the nearest lifeboat. Panic ripped through Torianna's heart as her mother's hand was ripped away from her own and she was lost in the rat race of people. "MAMA" She cried louder and louder only the echoes came back in different voices. Pulling and shoving, metal grinding and screeching in an agonised moan. It was hopeless. The end was coming swift and fast. Tripping over her little feet she lost her footing and fell over the side of the dying ship, hanging, struggling to keep her tiny frame up. Screaming at the top of her lungs her fingers gave way and she hurtled downward. Torianna bolted upright, her stomach was in her mouth and her heart raced like galloping horses. 'Just a dream.....it was all just a dream' she sighed heavy with relief. She leaned back and stretched with a wide yawn. Slowly she looked around herself. This wasn't her cabin, this wasn't her home. Panic began to fill her once more and she shook her head. "No...nooooo.... It's not real.....I want my mama...." she cried and pulled her legs under her chin. Only it was real, all of it was coldly real. The ship that was sinking, the people screaming and dying around her everything came flooding back. Then she remembered where she was. She was where the R.M.S Carpathia left her, at the New York dock yard. She could see people beginning to crowd around the sign post as lists of the dead and survivors were taped in place. 'Uncle Harry will be here soon then everything will be fine' she tried to reassure herself as she rocked back and forth. She recalled that her mother was so excited when she read Uncle Harry's letter stating America was the Promised Land and that he would be waiting for their arrival. "Hey, you ok angel wings?" a soft voice spoke as he came beside her. He was around her age, 7 maybe 10 years tops. Wearing a slightly tattered waist coat and filthy black pants his black curls fighting to escape from under his flat cap. She glanced up at him and tightened her grip around her knees. "Easy im not going to hurt you .......I'm Bastien..." he grinned like a Cheshire cat and shoved out his hand in a gesture of greeting. "T..Torianna...Torianna Grace." she replied and hesitantly removed her arms from her knees to meet his hand. "Nice to meet ya." taking a seat beside her he stretched and placed his arms behind his head . "What are you doing?" Torianna tilted her head and a few stray strands of blonde hair fell over her eyes. "I'm sitting down whatcha think I'm doin?" he frowned and tilted his flat cap up slightly. "well, I can see that. But why sit here?" "and why not? Besides you look like you could do with the company." the crowd soon began to get larger, the noise becoming too much as she placed her hands over her ears. 'what an odd gal she is' thought Bastien as he watched her. "how's about we skedaddle from here, maybe get something to eat? You hungry?" Torianna was a bit sceptical, what if her uncle came and she was not there? Or if more of the rescue boats came with more survivors? Her mother had to be on one of them. "I cant I'm waiting for my uncle, he said he would be here for my arrival. Also I have to find my mother, she'll be on one of the boats coming in and she will be awfully angry with me if I were not here waiting." lowering her legs which barely touched the floor she placed her hands neatly within her lap turning her attention to the crowds again. Her stomach rumbled, she was starving. "So... what's this uncle of yours look like?" Bastien asked as he stood on the bench looking around the crowd. "I ... I don't know. I've never really met him, I mean I have met him but I was only a baby at the time." she looked up at him with a frown. "well that's no good, how d'ya even know he's gonna be here if ya don't know what he looks like?" he had a valid point there. If she didn't recognise him how on earth would he recognise her? "I will just wait for my mother" she stated stubbornly and sat back with her arms folded. Jumping to the floor Bastien eyed up a few fat pockets ripe for the picking. Torianna watched curiously and sat forward moving her hair out of her eyes. "Bastien what on ..." "shhhhhh" signalled Bastien as he got closer to a gentleman wearing a smart suit. his light fingers made easy work of lifting a crisp leather wallet that slightly hung out of the gentleman's back pocket. Torianna's eyes widened , she could not believe what he had just done. "Dinner is on me" Bastien grinned showing her the wallet. He placed it snugly inside his waistcoat, patting it gently with his hand. "So, can I escort ya to dinner?" he asked as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded. "and don't go tellin me ya aint hungry 'cos i can hear your stomach from here." "i admit, yes i am a tad hungry but i have to stay incase my mother should turn up." God this girl was stubborn, Bastien rolled his eyes and raised his hands to the heavens in mock annoyance . "right ill see if she is on any of the lists." walking away towards the crowd Torianna frowned. how stupid was he? He was looking for her mothers name on a list yet he didnt even bother to ask her exactly what her mothers name was!. Jumping quickly to her feet she swerved within the crowd trying to keep sight of where Bastien had gone. "OH SORRY....SORRY COMING THROUGH ....EXCUSE ME , OH IM REALLY SORRY!" she exclaimed as she darted in and out like a bee trying to find a flower and almost slammed into a gentleman with a stern face. women looked down at her and shunned her as if she was dirt and beneath them, so was the joys of high society. if you were not one of them then you need to be squashed like a bug and eradicated from the face of the earth. "Bastien!...Bastien ! wait up! " turning his head to her he sighed softly as he placed his arm around her shoulder and pointed to the rows of names upon the long lists of the dead, surviving and missing. She was out of breath from running after him her lungs fit to burst as she shrugged his arm from her. "what took you so long" "I'm sorry im not as fast as you, also i only have short legs." "so i've noticed... " Bastien giggled softly looking down at her legs. he was a good two foot taller than her. "why did you run off like that? i mean you said you would check the lists yet you did not even ask what my mothers name is." she stated mater of factly . "well , i knew ya would follow and ya looked like ya needed the exercise. hope ya can read as i cant" "well much help you are then! and of course i can read i do..did go to school and i was best in my class thank you very much!" "ohhhhhhhh touchy touchy i only asked no need to jump down my throat, jeeze." he could tell she was going to be a feisty gal and perhaps even a challenge. taking her hand he ducked under the arms of those in the way and led her closer to the notice board. "well? is she there?" "I... I dont know I cant see." so was the curse of her short legs and a tall boy who couldn't read . shrugging his shoulders at her he didn't know really what else to do she took a moment to think, biting her lip and smiled before nearing a man also looking through the list. She put on her best puppy eyes she could and pulled gently upon the corner of the mans coat trying to capture his attention. He glanced down at her and frowned slightly, wondering what this child could possibly want and tugged his coat back from her reach. "P..Please sir....I'm too short to read. Have you seen my mama? is she on the lists? " "Go away you little runt" and stepped away from her mingling with the rest of the crowd. She was taken aback by his response, how cruel he was and ignorant. she turned to face Bastien who waved his hands forward gesturing to go onto the next one. person after person ignored her and pushed her aside like filth as if she didn't exist. although one man had seen it all and took pity. Tall and of slim build he approached her gently and lowered to her level. she looked at him with apprehension. "Hello little one, are you lost ? you look like you are." he smiled softly at her "My name is William what's yours? " Bastien Frowned and began to close the gap between them, he didn't trust the snobs. Some of the pimps posed as the rich and preyed upon the innocents of the street. To them she was nothing but an orphan that wouldn't be missed. "Torianna.. and no I'm not lost, I was aboard the Carpathia . I'm trying to find my mother, she wasn't on the boat with me. Could you help me sir? everyone i ask just pushes me away and I'm to small to read the lists." she felt Bastiens hand tighten on hers from behind . "Of course i can. now ...you tell me what her name is and I shall do my best to find her ." he reassured her softly . "Her name is Lillian...Lillian Grace." she turned to Bastien with a wide smile of hope to which he reciprocated with a cheeky wink. The kind gentleman rose to his feet and pushed forward looking down the lists. He looked hard and stopped as a name cut through him like a knife. while searching for the name given was the name of his son Vincent in the list of the dead buried at sea, all that was left of him was a number and what mere possessions were with him. He stayed true to his word and carried on searching the rows of names. This seemed to take forever and Torianna wondered if he was looking at all. He returned and lowered to her level once more. She could see he had tears in his eyes and she though he might cry in front of her. What had made him so upset she only asked to look for her mothers name, what would be upsetting about that? "I...." he cleared his throat. "I searched. but I am sorry to say that she is not on any of the lists. she maybe upon one of the boats yet to come in , or... she is yet to be found. i am very sorry." Now it was her turn to keep the tears back, and she looked to Bastien. "Is there someone meeting you? a relative perhaps." Turning back to look at William she nodded . "i'm waiting for my Uncle he said he would meet us both here when we arrived so he should be along shortly. " she lied, she wasn't even sure if he was there already or not. "thank you for your kindness and help sir, and i hope you find who you are looking for also. god speed sir." she turned quickly and pushed Bastien in the direction away from the crowd. "God speed....Torianna." getting to his feet he watched as the two children moved through the crowd and out of sight. Everything was falling apart at the seams, her whole world concaving in oni tself. Bastien followed on in silence, his hands in his pockets ashe kicked the dust on the ground. What could he possibly say to make things better, he never knew his mother so he couldn't say he knew how she felt. "You can't stay here, if the cops find ya and find out your alone they'll put ya in the orphanage and trust me ya don't want to go there. I have a place not far from here; it's not much but its home, come on." Bastien urged her softly and placed his arm around her slender shoulders. Torianna remained silent with only thefaintest sound of sobbing escaping her lips. She could not get over how busy the streets of New York were. Building just seem to grow and grow, she felt like an ant in the world of giants. Paper boys stood on the corners crying out the headlines pulling her into a deeper depression of what she had lost. "Come on, we're almost there it's just round the next corner." Lined in dark rows were buildings that looked like they would fall down or swallow them if they stepped foot into them. Some had minor crack to the fa�ade others were tilting and larger cracks or holes which you could see right into the derelict structure. There was a small shop which surprisingly remained open against the run down boarded windows of the dead and uninhabitable buildings. "Through here, mind your head." Bastien ducked beneath a few timber beams and led her down some damp and dusty corridors. She clung to him as she heard the scratching and scurrying of what she thought must have been mice. "Don't worry, you leave them alone and they will do like wise, in fact they are like our intruder alarm. Ok just in here." opening the door she peered slightly in to see all different faces staring back at her. Clothes hung on ropes above them and the strong smell of tobacco made her cough. "Well, Boss who have we here?" a small chubby child smiled and got up to greet them. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and quenched it with his fingers before placing it behind his ear. Wiping his greasy and slightly grubby hands on his trousers then held one out. "Welcome,I'm midge." she could feel all the others watching her with their beady eyes and whispering making her more uncomfortable. "Ok....do you speak English? Can ya speak at all?" He spoke slowly and looked to Bastien. She came out from behind Bastien and cleared her throat shoving her hand into his as she gripped the courage to speak. "Hello,Mr. Midge, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." she shook his hand firmly and looked to Bastien for help. "Was that too much?" she whispered to Bastien who winked and laughed as he walked over to take a seat. Midge and the others joined in on the laughter and waved her over to join them. "This is Torianna, she's going to be staying with us a while so I want ya'll to look after her and make her feel welcome. That goes for you too Maggie!" Bastien glared at a girl who slugged down what looked like ale. They must have ranged from seven to fifteen years of age, yet many of them were smoking and drinking alcohol. Well, not that she hadn't had the odd tipple of gin on the rare and special occasions. Maggie turned to face her with a tight jaw. Her hands were cut and the remnants of what looked like a black eye seemed to remain. It seemed she was the scrapper of the group, and she sort of frightened Torianna somewhat. "It's ok she's a pussy cat really." Bastien mocked as he handed the leather wallet over to one of the older boys and whispered something in his ear. With a nod he rushed out the door. So this was to be her new home, no white lace curtains and white washed walls, no pretty oak dressers to show of the best china, and certainly no warm fireplace so snuggle up against at night. She found a quiet little corner and watched through the slightly open boards at the rushing people oblivious to her existence only feet away from them. Placing her dainty hands in her lap she sighed and rested her head against the wall. "Cheer up it aint all that bad ya know" Bastien said as he watched her. "We have no rules here ...well... except don't get caught but other than that we have free run of this place. No adults to tell us what to do, when to go to bed or what we can or can't do." Turning her head to look at him she frowned and shook her head trying to understand his words. "And you like that do you? I mean I would rather have the feel of my mothers kiss on my forehead as she tucked me in at night, the loving arms around me in the morning as she hugged me good morning. Do you not miss your mothers? Any of you?" she asked as she looked around the room at the faces now watching her. "We have each other we don't need parents for that." Maggie called out. Torianna's words had seemed to have struck a cord with Maggie and she seemed bitter about it. "Many of us Tori have no parents so we have no idea what your describing feels like. I don't even remember what my mother looked like , but I know that when my father would rather spend his money on drink than look after me I decided I weren't gonna stick around long. Its either stay here or go to the orphanage where they make you work all day just to have a meal and bed, sorry but I won't be anyone's slave.If you don't want to stay here that's fine but if you think you will do better out there on your own I wish you every luck in the world." Torianna wished she never opened her mouth now. She felt sorry for them not knowing the warmth of a mother loving arms,loving arms she too would never feel again. It wasn't long before the elder boys came back with their arms loaded with bread and cheese and a few more pieces of meat and the odd bar of chocolate. The sight of the food being placed on the table made Torianna's all the more than it had done previously. She pulled her legs under her chin returning her gaze back out to the people passing by.It wasn't that she wasn't hungry, as she was but she was Bastiens guest and this was their home, so she would stay where she was until she was invited to eat. Everyone began to scramble to reach for what they wanted. Bread torn in chunks as they fought over who gets the bigger piece of cheese as if they didn't know when their next meal would come from like a pack of scrapping wolves. They seemed happy beneath the arguing and shoving,laughter filled the room. "Hey guys take it easy, tomorrow might not be so easy pickings we gotta make this last." Bastien shouted as he took his place at the table and began to eat with the rest of them. He noticed that Toriannna stayed in the corner and frowned. "You gonna join us or are you on hunger strike now? There's plenty to go around, well ...there wont be if you don't hurry and take your share" taking a bite out of his bread he continued to watch her before giving her a friendly wink. Her stomach could last no longer, it wanted food and it was right there for the eating, she didn't want to disappoint her host and didn't have to be told twice. Moving quickly toward the table she accidentally bumped into Maggie as she reached her hand over to claim a chunk of bread and a few slices ofham. The smell of the fresh bread was wetting her appetite even more,and she raised the bread to her mouth ready to take a nice bite outof it she found herself pushed to the floor, her meal rolling away as the ham landed in the dust and dirt. She was ready to cry, what had she done to deserve such treatment when she had been invited to eat with them? Maggie loomed over her as Torianna pulled her knees under her chin once more and she looked to Bastien for help. He frowned watching carefully but didn't intervene. "you think you can come in here and expect to eat like the rest of us?,your not even one of us, you never will be one of us , so go back and cower in the corner you came from , tread on my toes again and i'll make sure you wont do it again , I'm head girl here get it?" Torianna could smell the gin on her breath and turned her face away.Bastien was ready to scold Maggie and drag her away when the next words that shot out from Torianna shocked all of them. She stood up and shook the dust from her dress and straightened herself. She was a good few feet shorter than Maggie but she was not going to let her get the better of her. Her mother had always told her 'no matter how hard your trials don't let anyone walk all over you' she took a step forward now confronting her and poked her in the chest with her small fingers. "I pity you, Maggie. The only girl here and still you have no other friends maybe if you stopped being so mean and rude they may actually like you and respect you more! And as for not being one of you, yes I know I'm not one of you I don't expect to be accepted by any of you but if you treat me like this then you are no better than those out there looking on us,the ones who have nothing, and think we are all animals and should be locked away in some institution like the orphanage." looking to the food that was left in a heap on the floor she sighed softly. "Bastien...thank you for the hospitality and for all your help but ... I know when I'm not wanted, but thank you anyway." she turned and left following the path she had come when she arrived. Her eyes adjusted to the light once more and she began to run. Where was she going she didn't know? Her chest heaved and her heart felt heavy. "Tori...Wait!" Bastien got to his feet and tripped over his feet. As he got up she was already gone. Turning to Maggie he pushed her lightly. "Good going Mag's what you do that for!? You know what she's right if we fight among ourselves we're no better than them" he felt embarrassed by them, how could they treat her like that? It made him lose his appetite and he pushed passed them as he went to his room. "ANIMALS THE BLOODY LOT OF YA!" He shouted down the staircase. Slamming the creaky door, plaster dust falling onto those below. The gang found an awkward silence as they too began to pack up their meals and followed to their rooms leaving Maggie alone. "GO AHEAD AND BUGGER OFF THEN, DON'T CHANGE NOTHIN' SHE AINT AND WONT EVER BE ONE OF US!" she gulped down a large portion of gin and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. Bastien looked around his room, it wasn't much. A small bed with a few springs poking out of the sagging mattress, floral paper on the walls now faded and torn in places and a window that didn't open and caked with dust. This wasn't what he wanted in life, but for now it had to make do.