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may 3rd. That day always hit hard for him, his mother's birthday was not an easy one, cancer was a bitch taking the only thing that gave him life was gone now. Camden had his face over the sink washing his face before he looked up at himself in the mirror studying himself. Eyes bags were definitely showing out. he sighed before shaking his head, pulling himself away from the sink and made his way over to the shower and turned it on, awhile he took a second to grab some clothes he stopped by the picture he had sitting on top of his drawer, he picked it up, holding it in his hand looking back at the person who made him who he is today. ‘‘mum, you would told think everyone had lost their Damm mind during covid’’ he spoke, chuckling before putting the picture back in its proper place, his mother, Valentina Rose Fiore, knew very little English being raised in Florence, Italy until she met his father, Thomas Longhurst who seemed nice at first but soon turned out not to be the case as soon was Valentina told him she was pregnant, he left. She barely knew and being in a place she barley knew was difficult for her, scary even. Valentina was only eighteen years old when she had Camden on Christmas eve 1987. Soon enough he came back when Camden was a school boy later falling pregnant with twins than leaving again to never be seen or heard from again. Camden let the hot water roll down his body before he eventually turned off the water, days like theses were the hardest but he pushed through knowing his mother didn't want him to sit around and sulk about her not being around. Camden brushed his teeth before getting dressed in a simple band tshirt a work shirt over it with some jeans and pair of worn out leather boots he got as a birthday gift around the time his mother died. Camden was only 17 when his mother had broke the news she was sick, it broke his heart. But he wouldn't tell her that as he was already running the pub when she was too sick thanks to chemo Eben though she begged to go to the pub on the hard days, not working but enjoying a bit of a social status with the people that came and went almost daily to the little pub on the street in London that Valentina had opened show her ex that she can in fact do things on her own awhile raising three children in the choas, she enjoyed the choas. She function better under pressure. birthdays were always hard,especially when that birthday was connected to someone so special and someone who he loved very much despite not always seeing eye to eye that was still his mother no matter what, she'll always be his mother no matter if she's no longer here physically on earth or in sprint watching over her babies.

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It all happened so quickly it seemed.... Ava had been out drinking with her best friend, the two chatting about everything under the sun, moon and stars as if no time had passed since the last time they had come across each other's path. It was all so wonderful and she truly missed moments like this where they were able to spend so much time together, it just so much harder after the two of them graduated high school and never went to the same colleges together like they had hoped they would. They had spent hours upon hours together, just talking about everything until one thing was mentioned on his end. His family was telling him he needed to get married soon and they had a bride picked out for him, what he mentioned next really shocked her. He told his family THEY were soon to be married! She agreed to do this as of course they were each other's best friends though she told him once his parents were off his back he would have to do something for her, he agreed and after that things seemed to have gone black for her. The next morning she slowly woke up, a headache forming which she assumed was because of the alcohol she had drunk the night before with her friend though it didn't help that light from the sun shone brightly through the window she was closest to. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes but then froze when she felt something upon her left hand. She glanced towards her hand and saw a gold ring sitting upon her ring finger, eyes widening when she saw it. She didn't remember anything from the night before including the arrangement she had made with her best friend, she didn't remember making the arrangement with him and certainly didn't remember ever marrying someone and getting into bed with them if she had even done something that far. She glanced towards the other side of the bed, seeing her best friend completely naked beside her though the only thing he wore was a ring that matched her own. She fell out of the bed from shock, hitting her head hard upon the nightstand that sat next to the bed on her side before she noticed she had become naked too. What did she do?! Did she really marry her best friend? She was terrified and at that moment she didn't know what to do. She glanced back at the man she had been laying with, seeing him stirring in the bed and she quickly ducked down and crawled around to find her clothing but they weren't on her side of the bed or even at the foot of the bed. "Damn it...." she muttered under her breath, hearing him groaning. She peeked over the edge and as she did so she saw him rise up and look around just for her, she knew he was looking for her as he heard him say her name.

*i accidentally didn't save this in blogs, but for the sake of memories i'm reuploading it here with where I posted it on discord. xo.  

Runaway"You left. Without saying goodbye, again.""Claudia... you left. Without saying goodbye, again." His accented voice flowed so smoothly as he spoke his words. Hiding the hurt he felt that Claudia again had left without even thinking to tell him. Shaking her head she looked up at him. "What do you care for? I mean.. why do you give a sh*t if I leave? He chose you again over me. That'll always be. Won't never change. So why can't I go? He said I could." Claudia protested. She never once considered Lestat might actually feel some sort of way about her running off again."I'm sure it was an oversight. The not saying goodbye. But still, you'd think your creator might be afforded the courtesy to say goodbye." His anger now finally beginning to show through. "You don't want me." Claudia said tearfully looking up to Lestat. "Never did. I was made for Louis. And he said I could go." She flinched as Lestat moved closer to her. "Who says I don't want you? You are an impossible.. spoiled child! But... I made you. You are mine. You and I have just as much a connection as me and Louis.""We do not!" Claudia protested. Lestat only shook his head "we do. Whether you want it or not ma petite." He said calmer now. He hadn't called Claudia that in ages. "When you are in pain I feel it. I simply have a high tolerance for it. When you left.. that will not happen again because you will not leave again. And you will never meet another. Now come home, Claudia. Louis needs you. He's so fragile. Still wounded from the last time you abandoned him. Filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike."Claudia's eyes widened and she stared at Lestat for a few moments. "... Let it be Lestat. Just let me go." She persisted. She was horrified that Lestat even knew. "I wanted to ask but Louis would not let me. Now I love our family. But all these secrets. We must have none." Lestat insisted. "When I put my mind to it I can hear for quite a long distance."By now Claudia was in tears, curling into herself and away from Lestat. "He thinks of you often.. Bruce." He said with a disgust in his voice. "Bastard." Claudia mumbled. "Oh I couldn't agree more. What he did was.. just in bad taste. But could you imagine if something like that happened again? Or worse? Louis would never forgive himself. He'd become worse than he is. No. Your place is home with us. So come home and make him happy."Without hesitation Lestat stood, reaching down to pull Claudia up. "And if you ever try to leave again. I won't defile your sweet body and break your leg. I'll turn your bones to dust." Lestat threatened, squeezing Claudia's arm tighter until she pulled from his grip spitting in his face. "I hate you!" She shouted before rushing on ahead, jumping off the train.Lestat remained a moment, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his face. This interaction with Claudia had been an unpleasant one. Lestat had tried to make it seem like his only true cause for keeping Claudia there was for Louis sake but if he were honest, truthful with his daughter he'd have told her how much it angered him what had happened to her. How he had found Bruce after her return and took care of the situation, as well as Bruce's head. How he never would again allow another vampire to harm her or Louis. Claudia and Louis were his to do with what he pleased. No one else's. "But could you imagine if something like that happened again? Or worse?" template credit.

Alfred was genuinely surprised when the little pickpocket finally arrived at the precinct. Selina’s tardiness only renewed his suspicions about her reliability and intentions, making him increasingly certain as the minutes ticked by that his trust had been misplaced. When the girl at last made her grand entrance, her feigned nonchalance only tried his patience further, her perceived rudeness in keeping him waiting triggering Alfred’s temper. He did despise such a show of blatant disrespect for his time.“Ah! So kind of you to join us, Miss Kyle. I trust it wasn’t too great of an inconvenience for you to keep us all waiting here today?” Dripping with bitter sarcasm, Alfred’s words might as well have been spoken to the wall for all the consideration they received. Detectives Gordon and Bullock were focused on Selina, the leather-clad thief herself barely registering a visible reaction to Alfred’s reprimand.Being ignored afforded the butler a moment longer to better scrutinize the girl’s appearance. While Selina and Jim Gordon traded quips before settling into a more productive dialogue to explain her latest appearance at the GCPD, Alfred studied Selina’s features and posture with the cool detachment of an investigator summing up a potential interrogation subject. She looked decidedly haggard despite what he detected was an attempt to force her usual blustering swagger. Her characteristically sharp gaze lacked its customary sting, the patches of dark skin under her eyes speaking volumes about the quality of what little rest she was able to earn during the night. She looked unwell, and clearly endured a far less relaxing night than Alfred, who slept soundly beneath Egyptian linen sheets in the cushy sanctuary that was Wayne Manor.The angry streak of red splashed along Selina’s jaw particularly concerned him. But why should he care at all? She was trouble because of the life she lived, the world she knew, the morally questionable acts she committed without apology or expressed remorse. She was a threat, a bad influence. Alfred wanted to feel nothing about the trauma mapped in the young girl’s features other than his usual harsh, superior judgment, yet the worry nagging at him was genuine. Paternal distress was damned inconvenient when it was the last thing Alfred Pennyworth wished to experience, particularly for Selina Kyle. But even he could no longer disregard its existence.She needs a good meal, even a safe place to rest a bit.Just for a little while. She’s only a child, no matter what she’s done.And she’s making sense. Even Gordon sees it. She’s doing this for Bruce.We’re all doing this for Bruce.Exceedingly grateful for Gordon’s willingness to shoulder the burden of the investigation, Alfred sighed with some relief once the folder was in the detective’s hands. Being in possession of the proper authorities meant Alfred himself would not be tempted to review its contents or hunt down the culprits on his own. He knew how blurry the line could be between justice and vengeance. Better still, he understood how easily he might cross that line if left in the presence of those responsible for murdering Thomas and Martha Wayne. Such unspeakable horrors could be wrought by his own hands that he didn’t care to even think about.You didn’t think I was gonna show, did ya? Started to worry a little bit? Selina’s wisecrack was actually more welcome than it normally might have been. Well-timed, well played, well done, Selina.“Never doubted you for a moment, Miss Kyle!” Alfred puffed out his chest and straightened his shoulders in the manner of a proud father who’d been right about his misunderstood charge all along. “I knew if given the chance to prove yourself, you’d come along and do the right thing eventually.” His eyes conveyed something altogether, likely noticed by the eagle-eyed lawmen. You know bloody well I expected you to let me down, and damn you for proving me wrong right when it mattered. But thank you, too, all the same.Turning to Gordon with a nod, Alfred absently straightened his cuffs and eyed the younger man in earnest. “Right. Well, thank you again, Detective. I trust you’ll do everything in your power to follow up on this lead and keep your promise to Master Bruce about finding those responsible. If he gets wind of this, he’ll try beatin’ the granny out of me, but I’ll deal with that later. You lads,” Alfred nodded pointedly to Bullock before returning his attention to Jim. “I expect you’ll both do what needs to be done, to the full extent of the law.”Jim bristled slightly at the butler’s stern reminder of the passing of time since the first promise made in a dark Gotham alley still stained with the blood of Bruce’s slain parents. Alfred’s desire to see justice served was understandable, as was his desire to protect the boy, but something in the Butler’s tongue was more accusatory than grateful at times. The future police commissioner supposed that came hand-in-hand with the privilege of wealth. He’d certainly seen his share of that brand of entitlement over the years, and Alfred Pennyworth could certainly throw his weight around when Bruce’s welfare was at stake.“Hopefully this is something we can move on. I’ll keep you posted, and report back as soon as we have any news.” Gordon regarded the pair with an air of authority that Harvey almost scoffed at. No one at the GCPD truly believed the Wayne killer would ever actually be identified, let alone brought to justice. Some things were just better left alone, but do-gooder Jim Gordon simply wouldn’t stop overpromising and under-delivering on the matter.“You did the right thing, both of you. It’s too dangerous for Bruce to get involved in this. Best left to the law to handle.”Shaking the detectives’ hands in farewell, Alfred turned to Selina. “Right, best we shove off then. Let these men do what they do best, while we stay out of their way.” It was an ironic turn of phrase for a man who had been, and would be, a frequent visitor to the GCPD with demands to get Bruce Wayne out of one sticky situation after another whenever the boy got himself into trouble.Once they were out of earshot on their way out of the precinct, Alfred didn’t bother calling back the first thought on his mind. It seemed like the right thing to suggest. It seemed natural, even if he suspected he’d regret such kindness for the lairy little pickpocket. Or maybe he could live with it.“What you need, Miss Kyle, is a decent meal and a safe place to rest for a spell. At least until it’s time for me to fetch Master Bruce from school and you to make yourself scarce again, ey?” His fingers were fussing with his cuffs yet again, tugging at his waistcoat, settling at his back. There was no hint of jest in his eyes or the firm set of his mouth.“That is, of course, unless you’re going to try, and ultimately fail, to convince me that you didn’t have a bloody rotter of a night because of something - or someone - beyond the inconveniences of an unpaid power bill?” Lifting a brow, he kept his steely gaze upon her, openly daring her to mouth off. “Perhaps you would rather sell a kidney on the black market for a meal than suffer another plate in my kitchen, Miss Kyle, but nevertheless I’m offering.” A shadow of a smile touched the corner of Alfred’s mouth.“Besides, it might be a good opportunity for us to get our stories straight, in the event Master B discovers our treachery today.”

It was Olivia's 21st birthday, things were great until her mother had informed her that someone in particular wasn't going to arrive. Why would the man lie to her? He had promised that he would arrive every single year after they had spent her 16th birthday together but now he wasn't even bothering to arrive. She called off her birthday party, telling all her guests that it was now no longer happening and she would rather be out on her own which is exactly what happened until one thing had happened. Her mother had informed the friend who her mother had lied about not coming to the party, letting him know that Olivia had left and would be off on her own for the day. She knew exactly where her daughter was going.... She was heading to the bar and that is exactly where he would find her. Now there was only one bar in town so it wasn't going to be hard to find the 21 year old or at least where she went, it would be hard to find HER as there had been many blonde women at least around town who constantly went to that bar. Olivia was now downing drink after drink, not caring at this point if she ended up drunk as hell or not. As she kept on drinking she did notice that someone had been watching her, seeing her take in all that alcohol that was running down her throat and she felt a bit uneasy about it. She had no idea who this man was and she indeed did not want to find out but it seemed this man had other plans, he stood up and began to come her way as she sat in her sparkly dark gray dress with a drink in her hand until she saw a hand just flash before her face. Who could it have been? She glanced up and saw it was the one person her mother had told her who wasn't coming....

A beautiful woman by the name of Stacey who was about the age of eighteen stood before a tall floor length mirror that seemed to be the same height as her, staring at her reflection as she tried to determine if the navy blue dress she was wearing would be the perfect outfit for the occasion. She let out a soft sigh, running a hand through her long blonde hair before stopping the moment she saw the black mark upon her cheek was revealed to her. She quickly shook her head, letting her blonde hair drop back down to her shoulders and a frown formed upon her lips. Her family along with her childhood best friend Natalie were the only ones who knew of the black mark upon her cheek, the place her soulmate would touch her for the first time. Now she knew everyone around the world had a mark like that, her parents at one point had the mark and her older sisters had the mark too before they all had found their soulmates. She had no idea if her friend had found her soulmate just yet though she assumed with how much sleeping around she had done the last few weeks that she would have found the guy though for her she was terrified. How would the most important moment go down? Would he actually hit her? Would it just be a little pat to the cheek? Those questions she quickly shook out of her head before she turned, seeing her best friend with a smile upon her lips which she knew right away that she had found her soulmate. "I figured you would find him." Stacey spoke, shaking her head before motioning her friend out. "Oh don't be such a bummer, you will find him soon. Maybe you will even find him tonight!" Natalie said with a giggle. Stacey rolled her eyes, "That is what terrifies me.... I don't actually want to find him." She walked out with her friend, the two of them quickly heading to the party of their old classmate Chad who Stacey found out was her best friend's soulmate. She rolls her eyes as the story of how those two found out was going on, she didn't want to know but she did hear about it anyway and she knew Natalie would want to hear about her own experience if she wasn't there to witness it.

Jamie never thought she would ever be in such a situation, a situation where her and her friends would be planning on taking a man. Not the kind of taking many would think, a kidnapping. She didn't know who this man was that her friends had in mind though she couldn't care less, she knew that this man had done them all wrong and probably had done the same with her so she was willing to help her friends to get back at this man. Before she had left her sister had asked her where she was going, explaining to her quickly that she was going to the party that the certain man was having though her sister seemed worried and she quickly told her that she had personally been invited by the man even though it was far from the truth. She arrived at the destination of the man in a floor length red dress, silvery high heels upon her feet with her hair up in a braided bun that her sister had done up for her. As she walked through all heads seemed to turn her way, she had never had this much attention and at that moment she was worried. What if the plan ended up ruined because of her? It seemed she quickly caught the attention of the man she was supposed to help take down, he was indeed much more handsome than the photos she had seen of him. She bowed respectfully before he had offered his hand to her, surprised that he would wish to dance with someone like herself though of course then again she looked nothing like how she truly did. After some time they parted ways from the rest of the party, the two having a drink together though not some ordinary drink. She smirked as the man leaned against her and she quickly called her friends to let them know that the man was out, needing the help to get him to their location. When she saw the man wake up hours later he was all tied up, no one would have been able to escape her restraints, not even someone who had been trained to get them undone but herself. A smirk spread across her lips as he would look at her, she leaned forward with that smirk upon her lips. "Hello there sleeping beauty...." she spoke in a seductive tone, knowing now that when he was fully back to reality he would be hating her for life and she was fine with that. She stared at the man for a few more moments but then her eyes widened.... He was the mafia boss and she had kidnapped him.

Everyone has heard the stories of when a certain person finds their soulmate they would live happily ever after, that was far from the truth though. Truth be told in this sort of world we live in nowadays that was never the case, your soulmate is the one who is either supposed to kill you or you kill them. No one would ever want to live those stupid fairytales everyone had read once or twice in their lives as they grow up! Amy had heard of the stories and had wondered for so long if there was a way to change the world to how those stories told it.... To change the fact that she would someday have to kill her soulmate or be killed by whomever it is to be though everyone she had spoken to about the matter had thought she was crazy. Why would she want to change her true fate? Why would she want to live that happily ever after with the man who was supposed to kill her if she never killed him? She quickly pushed those old thoughts away as she sat upon the boarded up brick building, staring down at the man she knew she had to kill. She stared at his figure, taking it all in as she hid upon the building's rooftop with her sniper rifle in her hands. What was she waiting for? Why wasn't she just going for the shot as he was right there? She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, as she did so there had been a noise behind her which made the man she was supposed to kill to just let it all turn her way. She quickly ducked down, glancing back to see what could have possibly made the loud noise behind her but she saw nothing at all. Once she glanced over and saw nothing she took a quick glance over the edge once again, seeing the man was out of her sight. "Sh*t...." she muttered under her breath. She quickly gathered her things, making sure she didn't leave anything behind before darting to an area on the rooftop where she could hide. She stood still, not moving a single muscle and kept her breathing on the down low though her heart was pounding in her chest as she heard footsteps going up the stairs to the very top. She closed her eyes, taking slow deep breaths to try and calm her heart. She was truly a goner at this point, she knew he was there and she was now cornered. She opened her eyes after a moment, glancing towards the edge of the rooftop and a thought came to mind. She knew the thought was risky but it was her only option at that moment, especially since her soulmate was close by and she needed to get away.

  ~ Trigger Warning~Katherine in Wonderland-Alt BIOFor-⋄ 𝓤ᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ 𝘽ᴏɴᴋᴇʀs ⋄-She didn't remember much of her travels from her home in Bulgaria to the lavish countryside of the Liddell's estate in England, but at nighttime as she slept she would sometimes have dreams. Torn, weltered pages from one's mind and often drenched in blood and tears as she would awaken gasping, panting for breaths and silent cries that would filter the air in their small bedroom of the Liddell estate. Her mama would always rush  to her side chanting in Romanian passed down to her by her mother when the spirit would creep far beyond their intended shadows in which they were to be kept. Many nights and sometimes in her waking hours, she would see the visions and hear the voices calling to her. It wouldn't be until the time she reached adolescence that her mother would tell her the truth. Why she had these gifts, and why they had to leave their beloved homeland years ago.   Katherine was brought up until the age of 6 in a modest home upon the hills and farmlands of Bulgaria. Her family had a farm in which her and her sister helped care for, maintain as their father was gone most days. Days in which were filled with love, and happiness until, like a dark cloud descending upon them, he would arrive at home. Often smelling of booze from the local tavern on the outskirts of town and other scents that were still unspeakable to Katherine. Even if it was a murmur in her mind.   It was then, in these much wished forgotten night, that the crackling of time would reveal itself. The veil would slip, and as a tempest in the night they would call to her. But it was never to harm her, on the contrary. It was to protect her from the reality of what would be. She would often slip into their realm by way of a twisted golden slide leading to a babbling brook filled with rainbow fish that would leap out and blow bubbles all around.   Late one winter's afternoon, little Katherine and her sister went outside to play. The air was brisk, and the girls delighted in watching the air from their very lips drift high above them in circles or however they could contort their lips into forming. They made their way to the lake that graced the back of their home and as the evening star hung high above, it cascaded over the ice in a silvery tone. Almost as a mirror reflecting the evening sky. Excitedly, Katherine grabbed her sister's small hand and pulled her onto the ice as the girls spun round and round, barely catching breath when suddenly Katherine heard a crackle and felt a shift under her very toes.But it was already too late, as she saw her sister's body slump over and disappear into the water below. She lunged towards the crack and tried to grasp her hand, but the window of time had iced over, and she watched in horror  as she saw her sister descend with widen eyes into the dark abyss below. Her lips a silvery blue and her eyes losing their shine as each second came to pass. It was then her gifts would alter.   Many nights after, she would spend her evenings locked away in her room speaking to her sister. But her mother never believed her then, thinking it was the young girl's way of grieving and passing the time. Her father drank even more and entered young Katherine's room now more than he had before, seeking solace, or just seeking....  It was on one of these evenings that young Katherine couldn't escape, couldn't retreat to the alternative reality in which she did on many other occasions. But from the corner of her eye, she could see her sister. Her long dark tresses hanging loosely over her shoulder as she pointed to her father's dagger on the nightstand that he placed as he removed his belt.  Katherine's young eyes widened in fear, release, and dread, and she could feel the weight of her father over her all at once as she reached over and laced her tiny fingers around the wooden handle and with all of her force rose it high above him as his breath sickened her to her core and tore into the nape of his neck. The next moments were almost a blur as she could hear gurgling, cries and screams as her mother entered the room pulling her father's body off of her. Katherine was drenched in the sticky substance and ran into the bathroom as her tears melded in reds and slumped into the bath as she ran the water over her tired little body.  Something that day cracked deep inside of her and her world, life would never be the same as her mother in the cloaking of night dressed her and set the entire house ablaze as they stepped towards their new life. Katherine could remember the feel of heat at her back-side and the crisp air upon her cheeks as a smell she would never forget filtered in the surrounding air.  Present day-England Lindell Estate The two girls became fast immediate friends as their minds both tittered to other worlds as did their values. Alice never feeling as she quite fit into which she was borne, and Katherine never feeling fully stepped into the world around her. Her life had very much been tethering between the lands of reality and hidden in the mist of time everlasting. Alice's father was a kind man and gave more than adequate shelter to the young Katherine and her mother, but he frowned on the girl's connection immensely. He felt with Katherine's urging that Alice would more rebel into her land of how he saw, make believe and coil more so away from her birthing rights and responsibilities. Katherine's days were, much as they were when she was younger, as she helped tend to the farmlands, the many acres of crops in which Alice's family owned. But on some occasions they girls would trickle away and hide out near the brooks and streams near the modest estate and share in their dreams, secrets and passions for what at that time was not reasonable for a girl coming in age as they were supposed to be groomed in upcoming of marriages, raising families rather than the story books novels inside their heads. But neither of them much cared and spent their days giggling, playing and dreaming...        Entering WONDERLAND                           Simmering bee's and dragonflies coiled all around her as she plummeted in the long emerald blades, giggling and holding to her knee's as the other darted to and fro in search of the raven haired beauty. It was their afternoon game of hide and seek, and Katherine favored this time of day the most. The morning star rose high above, eclipsing the lands below in a heated golden haze as the streams illuminated the wings of birds that bore to flight. A young boy drew closer as Katherine's tawny fawn like eyes peered over the stands above, and as he turned she crouched lower and held so still she appeared as a statue in the midst of wildflowers as they swayed and hummed in a lingering breeze.Before her, a tiny bee made due of a plump, lush petal and sipped peevishly in the center pistol's dew. As she drew nearer, she could see his fur like coat into a sea of black and a hinged prickly stick protruding on hid back side. Her Mama had warned her of touching such creatures, as their sting could bring fevers and chills. But as in Kat's nature, she found herself raising her dainty finger wanting to pet, brush over his silken tiny strands. She could almost heed her mother's warning, "Curiosity killed the Kat," she would hum to her jokingly, making much of the duplicity of Kat's name. But Kat found it not all clever, given if life was meant to be played safe, wouldn't we all be held up in a bubble somewhere? Instead of given legs and hands to touch, feel and explore?Her mother would just shake her head, finding Kat to be too rambunctious even for her wild liking, and stated her wonders would one day lead to her death. Her finger finally touched the little bug's middle section as he suddenly winded around and pricked her finger with the needle held . "Ouch!" she cried and shot up from her hiding grounds, not even carrying if she had given away such a clever spacing. The tiny needle still placed in her flesh as she tugged it from its bearing, and blood spilled over all at once from the hole it created. Fear creeped upon her cherub face as she knew her mother would be furious, but then remembered of a brushing in yonder forest that bore leaves that would heal her terrible wound.                       With much haste she fled from her hiding grounds and disappeared into the forest before her. The grand oak tree's and taunting branches silhouetted high above her as straddles of golden lights shone into the forest below. In the distance she could hear a babbling brook as it winded and tossed over the rocks and boulders that slept in its cool embrace as fish bubbled up making dainty gurgling sounds that Kat could surely hear. She started to giggle, leaning over to remove her tiny slippers as she liked to feel the moss, leaves and pillowing of smooth rocks beneath her tiny paddings.Furthering in the forest, she suddenly froze as she swore she could hear her childhood friend Alice strumming in the distance."Alice???", she called out, but no answer was found. She followed as best she could the sound that she had just heard and found herself standing in front of an old well with Alice's silken ribbon fluttering in the wind like a lost sparrows wing. As she leaned over, peering into the dark abyss of the well, she could faintly hear the pitter-patter of feet and panic overtook her small, petite frame as she climbed over the edging and called out to her friend once more. "Alice? Oh no," she mumbled, "Alice, can you hear me?" Her pulse began to quicken as she slid into the large bucket and unlatched the coiled rope to the side. "I'm coming! If you are hurt, don't move!" Slowly she lowered herself into the well as she grunted, whimpered, seeing the ropes threading start to give way, before a gust of smoke, dusting, and a sharp snap wisped in the surrounding air, and she found herself free-falling in the lands of time before, a deep resonating thud pressed hard to her back and a bush gathered her in her fall.             She fell in a well and thought she lost her mind. But it was Wonderland and all in the same, "We are all mad her the chesire cat said. A mind is a frivilious thing. Not a need. Trust me, you will be fine."  Dizzy and rathered stirred, she felt groggy as she placed her elbows below her frame and gingerly rolled off the bush as leaves dangled like colourful stars in her long coiling of curls. Her vision was still blurred as she looked around. Flowers of monstrous shapes and sizes danced in a lilac breeze and perfumed the air in a sweet honey scent as creatures in the very colors of the rainbow pranced and leaped in midair, buzzing and speaking in her native tongue as confusion peppered over her every feature. "Where am I,?" she mused and tried to get to her bearings as she slowly stood up, her knee's slightly wobbly from the impact of her fall as she spun around slowly, hearing the crackling of twigs below what sounded to be the thumping of feet.When her vision started to clear, she saw a white rabbit in a powdery blue vest and circular eyes glasses as to the ones her Papa used to wear. Kat trailed her fingers through her silken locks searching, looking for some kind of bump as the views in front of her, all around her, made not any logical sense she could muster with. "Who are you?" she asked in a questionable tone as the rabbit spoke back to her utter surprise."You are very late!!!TICK TOC GOES THE CLOCK! Follow!" he brazenly insisted and beckoned her with his short arms to follow.         The Sway of the Pendulum  As she followed the white rabbit she remembered a childhood fable, and although most of it escaped her she remembered the one weary line, DOWN, DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WE GO, WHERE IT WILL STOP? YOU MAY NEVER KNOW.  The tree's and bushes almost seemed to move as Kat tilted her head perplexed wondering if she did indeed suffer a concussion given the visions she was seeing before her and as soon as she could finish her thoughts an abnormally long wooden table was before her, and the rabbit to her side spoke once again, "Here she is Hatter!" and took his leave after a very dramatic bow. Katherine's looked up at the table in front of her and saw cakes of all shapes and sizes in a marvel of colors, too. The detailing was quite exquisite and obviously by a professionals hand. As tiny tea cups with dainty pink flowers set in front of six chairs stood before her.She was so captivated by the sight, as well as the rumbling in her tummy, she hardly noticed the other occupants sitting around the table when she heard someone clear their throat in an almost muted tone and her tawny eyes shot up seeing a mouse at her left, and a rabbit to her right and as she gazed forward a man, but not quite...... His eyes dangled like rubies of stars and his hair drenched in tangerines as his lips parted in an almost suspicious way as he beckoned her to sit. Almost in a trance she sat upon the chair before her and her scarlet dress breezed over the sides of the chair, and once seated she noted a strange creature shuddering below the table, and she peeked below, raising the table sheet to a dog, no, wolf with six gleaming fright filled eyes and an ivory coat.She froze and rose her head up once more. "I must have suffered a concussion, or I am asleep." Shaking her head as she thumbed her fingers upon her crown, once again she could her the loud ticking of a clock and thought of the rabbit's words from earlier. Suddenly, her eyes widened once more, and she went into a trance, "Tick toc, there goes the clock and off with his weary head." she mumbled and shook her head at her mere words.                      

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O.W.E.S   I Owe You            You Owe Me__.__.__                __.__.____.__.__                __.__.__ Full Name: Freya Grace MonroeD.O.B & Age:6.10.1999| 24Zodiac: Gemini - Sun | Taurus - Moon | Aquarius - RisingHometown: Old Town, MaineOrientation: Straight (gives off bi, lesbihonest.)Status: SinglePERSONALITY:...The Human Golden RetrieverAt her best: Lively | Kind-hearted | Free-spirited | Playful | Rambunctious | Curious | Witty | Sarcastic | Spunky | Quirky |At her worst: Jealous | Impulsive | Competitive | Insecure | Anxious | Overthinking | Loud |Occupation: Part-time barista at Verve CoffeeFAMILY LIFE: ...What is and was.Dad: Erik MonroeMom: Amelia Monroe (nee Bishop)Sister: Isla Monroe (twin - deceased)--> Isla died in a car accident when they were 16. Freya was the driver.   Freya Monroe burst into the world on June 10, 1999, just 11 minutes after her twin sister Isla, at 11:11 PM. The dynamic Gemini duo grew up in the quaint seaside town of Old Town, Maine. They were inseparable, opposite sides of the same coin. Where there was wild, free-spirited Freya, there was her quiet, calm counterpart in Isla. As young girls, Freya and Isla brought youthful joy and mischief to the sleepy streets, spending long days dreaming up adventures and getting into good-natured trouble. The sisters filled their hometown with laughter and childhood glee, seen climbing trees, playing make-believe, and running through fields of wildflowers hand-in-hand without a care in the world. When Freya was just sixteen, her world was shattered by the unexpected loss of her beloved twin. It was a pain unlike anything she had ever known, like losing a piece of her very soul. In the blink of an eye, her partner-in-crime and lifelong best friend was gone. After years of having Isla by her side through every milestone, Freya was now navigating life alone. She found solace in happy memories of times spent running with Isla along the rivers and wooded paths of Old Town. Though her heart ached, Freya knew Isla would want her to carry on and live life to its fullest. At nineteen, feeling the call of independence and change, Freya left behind the familiarity of home for the mysterious allure of Salem, Massachusettes. Her running mind, vibrant personality, and fun-loving spirit thrived in the mystical city. Though forever marked by the loss of her beloved twin, Freya goes day by day with her effervesent Gemini energy, going with the flow in the twists and turns that simply are life.