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"We've decided to send Roma to unbind the Wallace lineage." Anyone who knew anything knew how ugly that was going to get. Every member at the tablewidened their eyes momentarily and looked anywhere but at Roma. For once she witnessed themglad they weren't her rather than wishing they were. Roma smirked, but the Unseelie king rose from his seat. "No. That's Morgan le Fey's lineage, too." Roma's queen kept her composure, seated and relaxed. "All the more reason to send Roma. She's the only onestrong enough and it's time to purify the Wallace lineage. You of all should know better than tounderestimate her, Riley. She can free his children from that wretched sorceress and the devilsthey've accumulated over the years. We won't eradicate the Wallace family tree for they are too preciousto us, but they have to be stopped. They're getting worse with each generation." Since the death of their son, Roma could barely stand the sight of the Unseelie king. She kept her eyesfixated on her lap, trusting her queen to shut him up. Only he stood tall, his fingertips pressing into the tabletop, refusing to drop his argument."Morgan will strip her down before she gets her chance. She's wiped from history for a reason."The Seelie queen only shook her head slowly, her bright eyes never leaving Riley's darker hues. "I have nodoubt the witch will try to overtake Roma. For some time we may allow her to if only to infiltrateher dominion. It'll take a great deal of time, but I believe in Roma." "If Morgan doesn't kill her, those ignorant humans will.""They may try," the queen quickly retorted, "no one will touch my Roma. Think about it, Riley...If you love her so dearly then what makes you think God won't? He'll see her and He'll loveher. Once she has His attention, she'll be fine. She'll replenish our purest Wallace bloodlineand complete her mission with no troubles. Also, consider the retribution you'll finally get thegreen light on..." From the corner of her eye, Roma could see the hesitation in Riley's figure as he shifted his weight. She heardhis deep inhale and finally she looked at him. His gaze had fallen from the queen's and down to the table. A moan fell from his lips and Roma noticed he had closed his eyes. For only a moment, she felt for him again,deep in her stomach as she had before. "You're right," he said as he lowered himself back into his seat."If they touch her, I'll use their stolen magics on them...first. And they won't be able to resist her." TheUnseelie king's eyes found Roma's and the sensations within her strengthened. She felt the weight of his gaze,her breath catching, and it took her a moment to find the power to tear her eyes from his, blushingdeeply as she did. "I'll approve it... Under one condition - I go with her." Roma's brows furrowed and she looked to her queen. "No, he won't. I can do this on my own."The queen took a deep breath, her eyes on Roma, always softest with her youngest. After a long moment ofsilence, the queen looked to Riley and nodded in agreement. Roma's jaw dropped. "Mother, no. Please."Roma could sense Riley's irritation, but she kept her eyes on her queen. "Roma, my love, it's for yourprotection. He'll guide you through and you'll never be alone. The forces that'll seek todestroy you only Riley can bridle. Until you've reached God, you'll need him." You're Mine.

In the age of arts and beauty known as the Renaissance, there was a young witch named Estrana, or Estra for short. A child of a prestigious lineage, Estra was pure-blooded witch of noble blood , nurtured within the safe walls of her ancestral mansion. Her childhood was steeped in the arcane, with her early years dedicated to the study of botanical lore. Estra had a natural affinity for the lush greenery of her home's expansive gardens, tending to the herbs with an almost maternal devotion.As the youngest of three siblings, Estra cherished her freedom, which was more abundant than that of her elder siblings. Her curiosity was as untamed as the woods she frequented, where she would forage for new specimens to transplant into her personal gardens.Upon reaching her seventeenth year, her education took a 360 turn towards the broader and darker aspects of her heritage—subjects that failed to ignite her passion as the gardens did. This included the dark rites and concoctions lethal to vampires and werewolves, secret family knowledge passed down through generations.Estra was sheltered, living a life distanced from the age-old feud between vampires and werewolves—a conflict she though distant and never imagining that her destiny was entwined with it. However, as the conflict escalated into an all-out war between vampires and werewolves, the witches, including Estra's family, were forced into choosing a side. Aligning with the vampires, they played a important role in the push back of werewolves from their shared territories.The vampires, emboldened by victory, betrayed the witches. They slew the Witch-Queen of England, along with the noble families that supported her, aiming to weaken the witches' power and to gain supremacy.Amidst the bloodshed, Estra, the sole survivor of her house, fled, hiding in the forest she knew well. Yet, her respite was short-lived; she was hunted down, her life seemingly ended by the deadly fangs of the vampire.Death, however, was not the end for Estra. She awoke in the embrace of the forest, her skin pale as moonlight, her body bare, and her senses overwhelmed by a newfound thirst—an insatiable hunger for blood. Estra had been reborn as the very creature her family had taught her to despise: a vampire.Beneath the towering canopies of ancient trees, Estra wandered, each step a silent confirmation to her solitude. The forest, once a place of comfort and exploration in her witching days, now stood as a dark path of shadows. She yearned for the familiarity of the hidden witch's village, a place interwoven with memories of her past life—a past that seemed as distant.The curse of her new existence was heavily on her soul or what she had left of it. The woodland creatures, once subjects of her gentle fascination, had become prey to her predatory urges. The blood they offered was small, unable to quell the deep, craving for the rich and potent lifeblood she so desperately needed.As the outline of the village shown through the trees, an ember of hope ignited within Estra. Perhaps among these dwellings of her former kin, she might find safety, or even allies. However, the dark reality greeted her like a cold wind. Doors closed and windows shuttered at her presence; the villagers withdrew from her as though she were the harbinger of their demise. The whispered reverence once afforded to her noble lineage now turned to hushed scorn for the vampire they perceived her to be.In the chilling rejection, a solitary act of mercy flickered through the scorn. A witch, older than the rest, whose eyes held stories of old eras, saw past Estra's cursed facade. This solitary soul offered her shelter and, more crucially, blood— obtained from a willing sacrifice. It was an exchange, a pact of survival for wisdom.In the sanctuary provided by the old witch, Estra dedicated herself to a rigorous discipline. She imparted every nuance of her knowledge about herbs, their healing properties, and the arcane secrets of their use in powerful potions. Each session was a struggle with her darker nature, a nature that she very slowly learned to master with an iron resolve born from her desire to retain what remained of her humanity.The old witch, whom Estra came to know as Morwenna, was a gatekeeper of lost lore and ancient wisdom. Morwenna's kindness was not without caution, for she understood the gravity of harboring a creature as potent and unpredictable as a vampire, yet her gaze held no fear.Together, they delved deeper into the mysteries of herbology than Estra ever had before. Morwenna taught her the forgotten ways, spells that danced on the edge of light and darkness, potions that could heal or harm, sedate or stir. In exchange, Estra offered her own knowledge, secrets of her noble lineage, and her newfound understanding of the vampiric condition. Under Morwenna's guidance, Estra discovered herbs that could somewhat sate her bloodlust, allowing her a semblance of the control she so desperately sought. From Estra, Morwenna learned about the weakness of vampires and what they are capable off, what herbs worked on them and what herbs did not.As Estra grew more adept at harnessing her urges, she also learned of the village's issues. It was not just fear that caused them to close their doors to her but a deep sorrow that had loomed over the village. The witches had lost many of their own in the war, and their alliance with the vampires had left them isolated, vulnerable to the surrounding threats.Recognizing her unique position, Estra began to wonder if her dual nature might be a bridge between the villagers and the new vampire lords. She thought of revealing her identity, offering herself as a bridge for peace. But such thoughts were sweeped away by the sharp remembrance of betrayal and the burning loss of her family.Estra's nights were restless, filled with vivid dreams of her past life, her family, and visions of the war. She relived the horrifying moment of her death and rebirth, the pain, and the primal fear. Yet, each morning, she rose with a firmer will to make a new path, one that would honor the memory of her lost kin and protect the remnants of her kind.Morwenna had seen much in her years, and she recognized the fires of potential burning in Estra's eyes. She began to nurture not just the young vampire's knowledge but also her spirit, preparing her for a role she might have to take.On a night much like any other, with the silver sickle of the moon hanging low, a knock came upon Morwenna's door. The village was under threat, and the elders had nowhere left to turn. With a heavy heart and a saddened soul, Morwenna knew the time had come to reveal Estra's presence and the double-edged sword of her existence. For the village's survival might well depend on the very vampire they had once shunned.The elder witch's hands, gnarled with wisdom and age, hesitated on the latch. With a glance back at Estra, whose eyes glimmered with a mix of anticipation and dread, Morwenna opened the door. Standing in the threshold was a group of the village's remaining elders, their faces with the lines of desperate decisions.The air was thick with the scent of fear and moss as they entered, their eyes moved around the room, avoiding the shadowed corner where Estra stood, just out of the candlelight's reach. They spoke of a threat: a band of hunter, neither vampire nor werewolf, but men whose hearts had turned dark with the lust for power and control over supernatural beings. The village, w1eakened by losses and betrayals, was in their path. They hunted all be it vampire, witch or werewolves.Estra listened, her heart silent but her spirit stirred. This was her home, these were her people, in blood if not in current form. She stepped forward, emerging into the light. Murmurs of shock and a collective step backward from the group greeted her, but she stood firm, the light catching the pale glow of her skin."I am Estra," she declared, her voice carrying the strength of her lineage and her vampiric curse, "once of your kin, now something more. I offer you my protection, for my fate is entwined with yours."The room fell into a tense silence, the villagers trapped between Estra and the stark reality that approached them. It was Morwenna who broke the silence, her voice carrying the weight of her years, "She has knowledge beyond any we have seen, and power that we need. If we turn her away, we turn away our hope."The elders whispered amongst themselves in hushed, urgent tones. The situation was dire; the choice seemed to be one of survival, regardless of old prejudices and fears. They turned back to Estra, their decision made more out of necessity than acceptance.Estra, for her part, felt a surge of purpose she hadn't known since her transformation. This was her chance to protect, to redeem, to bridge the worlds she belonged to—both the light of her witch heritage and the dark of her vampiric curse.The plans were laid that night. Estra would not only defend the village but also train the witches in the art of combat, both mystical and physical. She helped them to harness the powers that lay dormant within them.In the weeks that followed, the village transformed. Under Estra's tutelage, barriers were fortified with spells, and traps laid with enchantments. The witches, young and old, practiced incantations and brewed potions that blurred the lines between witchcraft and the darker arts Estra had come to know from her family.The night the hunters arrived, they found not a village filled with fear but a place of united strength. Estra stood by them in battle.The battle was fierce, the air alive with the clash of magic and steel. Estra fought with a grace, her spells weaving seamlessly with her strikes, her fangs bared not in thirst but in the need to protect her home.As dawn approached, the tide turned. The hunters, realizing too late the might they had underestimated, retreated into the waning darkness from whence they came. The village had survived.In the aftermath, as the villagers nursed their wounds and repaired their homes, a newfound respect for Estra took root. She remained the child of night, walking a path lit by moon and star, but she was also their shoulder to lean on —their bridge between day and night, life and the eternal, witch and vampire. A complex treaty had been created between her and the village.Estra wanted to warn other about the threat of the hunters. If her village was attacked then others must be facing the same fate.   As she traveled village to village , a powerful yet paranoid witch, recognizing the threat and potential within her, ensnared her in a spell-induced slumber, a sleep spanning centuries.Estra awoke in the year 2019, to a world alien from the one she knew. The once-whispering forests had fallen silent, replaced by the march of progress and technology. Her journey now cut short in  modern age, where the supernatural lurked in the shadows of skyscrapers.

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𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘺 . . . 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 ╰─➤ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰. ╰─➤ 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ╰─➤ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 ╰─➤ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 ╰─➤ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰 . . . 𓆉 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𓆉 ———————— 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 |Yuki Soma 𝗮𝗴𝗲 |15+ 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 |04/12 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 |Scorpio  𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 |female 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 |bi 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲/𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 |Asian/Japanese 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 |her/she . . . 𓆉 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𓆉 ———————— 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 |round 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 |purple 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 |round 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 |soft/fragile/pale 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 |whitish pink 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 |small/skinny/petite 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 |4ft 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 |60lbs 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 |depends 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 |collar . . . 𓆉 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𓆉 ———————— 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹 |introvert 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 |happy 𑁍nice 𑁍caring 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 |anxious 𑁍depressed 𑁍overwhelmed 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 |sex 𑁍Deku 𑁍huge d*cks 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 |rudeness 𑁍bullies 𑁍mushrooms 𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 |reading 𑁍drawing 𑁍singing . . . 𓆉 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 𓆉 ———————— 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 |meh 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 |deaf 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮(𝘀) |darkness 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀(𝗲𝘀) |slow learner 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝘀) |n/a 𝗵𝘆𝗴𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲 |good . . . 𓆉 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𓆉 —————————— 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝘀) |heroartistsinger 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 |singingdrawing 𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |UA 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 |hero 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 |shape shift 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |exactly what it sound like 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 (-/𝟭𝟬) |5 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝘀 |exhaustionweak ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴: 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴  

Age Restriction: No Kids. Must be at least 18 yrs old or older, both your Character & Yourself.Drama Policy: RL type is not allowed, RP type is accept Writing Style: Detailed in 3rd Person. No 1st Person.Reply Length: Para & Multi-para. Nothing more or less.Comments: Usually for fun Banter and Greetings are Optional.Messages: 1x1 Long-term Storylines, Banter Involving Adult Content & Private Greetings/Discussions.Literacy: Highly Desired. Example: Their and There are different but sound the same. Romance: Multi-Ships. Chemistry & Trust required. Encouraged to be Actively Online to keep the story alive. Do not force a ship, this will get you deleted!Real Life: We all have one, it's comes first and things happen, allow me 3-5 days to get back to you!  

Dusk.The sun had already slipped below the horizon, but still, the rosy glow of its fading light lingered. Leaves crunched underfoot, each step taking her deeper into the darkness of the forest. Nox shrugged off her clothes until she was dressed only in shadows of the waning daylight, each discarded garment forming a trail in her wake. Normally, Adelphe made an effort to conceal her presence--not to mention spare herself the clean-up in the morning--but tonight was different. Tonight, the moon was closer to the earth than usual and its pull on Noxy's lupine nature was especially potent.Her pulse quickened with anticipation. The moon's magic sang through her veins, provoking the primal forces that lurked in the depth of her psyche to awaken. This didn't feel real. Each movement was clumsy; growing less and less aware of her surroundings. Branches clawed against her as Nox moved through the forest in a dreamlike haze, they left their make in bloody red trails that quickly closed back up. There was an awareness of other creatures, but none of which the white-haired werewolf cared to take note. And even if they were note worthy, would she have cared? No, her focus was on something she couldn't really see, but it pulled at her nonetheless. And she, the white wolf had no choice by to obey.Step by step, the change came in phases. Bones snapped, twisting into new shapes under her flesh with a jarring grinding sound. Nox's posture contorted, no longer able to support her upright posture. Blanketed in snow-white fur, the lupine lady continued on all fours. She slid effortlessly into the darkness. These were her stomping grounds, she was familiar with them. Even lost in her moon-daze, Nox knew the way: through the thicket, into a beautiful field perfect for chasing rabbits. She was going to revel in the full moon's silvery light. Cast off those mortal worries; bills and rent and men who played silly games. No, tonight was between her and the moon.Stepping into the open space, Adelphe realized she was not alone this time. Other shadows separated from the forest. Other werewolves from who knows where, Nox had never seen others here before. She had scouted out this place for many moons to make sure she never encroached on another pack's territory. These were strangers who did not carry the scent of this land on their fur. However, the others barely acknowledge Nox, as she did them. Rather, they all were captivated by the same silent spell that beckoned them.As the white face of the full moon breached the horizon, more shapes melted from the forest line. These new arrivals, however, were not wolves. Ghostly figures slowly took shape, wandering into the open field. Nox recognized some creatures, then there were creatures she could only guess to their true nature. Reanimated skeletons tread through the grasses, ghouls floated above the field. There were creatures she could only describe as goblins and maybe fairies… Even human-like being walked among the moonlight parade. (Nox really was inexperienced with the supernatural realm. It was pretty embarrassing.) All manners of beings, dark and light, their purpose seemingly the same as her. This was not the full moon's crafty magic. This was something expanding across the supernatural spectrum. Something of which she was completely ignorant.Marie! Nox spotted her roommate among the crowd. Trotting up alongside the succubus, Nox garbled a gruff 'bark' (wolves do not actually bark!) to get her attention. Marie, who was normally a vapid airhead and a narcissist, seemed oddly…not. She was invested in this event, in the same dream-like trance."Hey, Noxy." She barely acknowledged the white werewolf. "Isn't this amazing? The veil is so thin!" Nox gave a low grunt, signaling her confusion. "Don't you know why humans celebrate Halloween?" Marie crinkled her nose, her voice dripping with disgust. Nox let out a low snarl, bristling at the condescension in her voice. "The wall between the world of the living and the dead grow thin," Marie rolled her eyes. "Those with the knowhow can travel between the realms. This is a thin spot, everyone's coming here to mingle. More and more of these thin spots will start popping up now that it's Fall." Nox canted her head, looking out over the assembly. That explained the ghosts. "Oh look, there's Ms. Estelle! Hello Ms. Estelle!" Marie waved as her voice raised in volume.Nox followed the direction of Marie's waving. Sure enough, there was Ms. Estelle from down the hall. What was she doing there? Marie laughed as Nox's obvious confusion. "Ms. Estelle isn't alive. You didn't know that?" There were probably whole libraries of things Adelphe didn't know. However, seeing ghosts was something she had never considered even a footnote! Seems like something someone should have mentioned to her ages ago. Marie continued her peel of laughter. The fact that her airheaded roommate knew so much more than her and was reveling in it really, really irked Nox.At the center of the field, the crowds began to gather. An eerie mist had fallen over the area, adding to the ominous nature of this gathering. Beings of all manner of supernatural origins began to mix together, exchanging pleasantries like old friends. "Speak up, Noxy!" Marie suddenly barked, "No one likes a mute." Nox furrowed her brow. Didn't this ditz know she couldn't speak? "What are you talking about, Marie?" Nox growled crossly. She was getting really irritated not knowing about how any of this was happening. Lightbulb. "Holy f***! I can talk!" Nox was too surprised to be rankled by Marie's continued laughter at her expense. "How cute. You gotta love a newbie." Marie bumped her elbow against another human-like being who looked between the two of them with momentary confusion. Then the pair of them laughed.Snorting, Nox trotted off to see Ms. Estelle. People always ignored her in the hallways, Nox had felt bad for her. Even her own son never acknowledged her presence. This explained it all. "Hello Ms. Estelle." Nox looked up at the little old lady. "Ah, Adelphe." Ms. Estelle peered down at her from behind wire-rimmed glasses. "So nice to see you like this. What a lovely coat you have." This was so freaky. Not only finding out the little old lady down the hall was the little old dead lady down the hall and that she recognized Nox for the werewolf that she was! Wild! "Thank you, Ms. Estelle." Nox replied sheepishly, still reeling from all these new revelations.At some point, music was added to the gathering. A large erh…ghostly bonfire was assembled, too. Socializing gave way to dancing. This felt like some Halloween Renaissance Festival or convention with all manner of time periods represented. The music was instrumental; flutes and tambourines kind of deal. Nox sat on the periphery, still processing all this new information. Was this what held her so spellbound all evening? Not the moon?

Peace, such a simple thing that was fleeting at best for most. This was especially true for Elena. Her life had been full of turmoil. She had tried having her memories compelled away. That was amazing while it lasted. Unfortunately, she couldn't live that way forever. Reality had come knocking as it always did. She had to have her memories returned. For a while after they came rushing in, she spiraled out of control. This was what everyone had expected. Elena was shattered all over again. This time she wouldn't just have the memories removed again, that had obviously failed. She needed to find a new solution. Elena remembered that while living in New Orleans that she would sometimes take a trip to the beach and find peace there. The soft crashing of the waves, the warm ocean breeze, and absolute tranquility. Elena always enjoyed those times. Now needing sanctuary and a complete reset since she had been back in Mystic Falls she knew exactly where to go. She would go to her newfound happy place, the beach. It was there that she would be able to rest and recharge. After weeks of resting and relaxing at the beach, Elena decided she didn't want to leave. She enjoyed the peace that being here afforded her. It didn't take her long to find herself a job here and even a small cabin she could rent to live in for an affordable rate. Soon she went from vacationer to resident. She settled in quite nicely, enjoying her new home away from the stresses of the supernatural. Here she could have her memories intact and just live life as a normal human girl.Days in her new home were spent working, Days off were spent enjoying the salty ocean air, swimming and relaxing. Nights were often spent beneath the stars. She was able to find tranquility, the sound of the rolling waves quite often lulling her to sleep. Whether it be inside, or even lying on a lounge chair on the beach. With each ebb and flow of the waves crashing onto the beach, she felt as though parts of her old life were being washed away and taken out to sea. Yes, she had run off once again, but this time, she had made sure that everyone knew where she would be and how to get ahold of her should the need arise. She even had an open invitation for any of her friends that may want to visit. This would remain a standing invitation. One thing was certain though. They could come here, and she would remain here. This is where she needed to be. Let the past wash away and a new beginning sprout as the roots took hold.A soft breeze blew her dark brown hair, and a smile curled at the corners of her lips. As her eyes gazed out over the brilliant orangish coloring of the sunset reflecting on the water and even the wet sand she felt happy. Joy took gold in her heart and spread throughout her entire body. It was like a warmth, coursing its way through her veins. For the first time in a very long time, she felt happy. She felt purpose in life, and knew that she could go on. She knew that she would go on. She was a fighter, and the past was slowly washing away, making way for a bright and happy future.

Tie Dye on the Highway Hope is a fire which keeps us warm Four days after Robert had arrived at her apartment, Kaitlyn sat at her breakfast table, with the radio playing America’s ‘Horse with No Name’ softly in the background. She pulled forward a box of Frosted Flakes and poured it into a bowl she had picked up a few minutes earlier, and was hoping to hear from Robert. She glanced at the clock. 10:30 Pacific Time. Though she was glad she had taken vacation time away from bartending so she could be there in case Robert needed her. If she had calculated correctly, it would be 6: 30 in England now. ‘The phone soon rang and she answered it after the second ring. “Baby, I apologize for my lateness. Maureen decided to accompany me to England, and I had a bit of a hard time getting away. She seems to watch me like a hawk these days.” The silence between the two of them was palpable. “Baby…” there was a pregnant pause. “Maureen and I stopped being husband and wife shortly after our son died. She knows this and so do I. As it stands now, the marriage is on paper only, and she knows about us and is perfectly fine with it. We’ll talk about it more when I get home.”Kaitlyn twirled the telephone cord around her fingers as she processed what Robert had told her. She knew there was nothing to worry about with Robert and she trusted him implicitly. But for both their sakes, she thought it best to change the subject. “When is the funeral, Robert?”She could hear a sigh on the other end of the line. “Are you being pushed into something, Robert?’“They want me to speak the eulogy, Katie. But all that is extremely private, baby. And I’ll tell you, I promise…but not over the phone. I just can’t…I don’t think he would want that. People making such a bloody fuss over him.”Kaitlyn sighed, knowing that her fears about his going over there alone so to speak were being confirmed, and his damned wife, or soon to be ex or whatever the hell she was at this point wasn’t offering him any support, which was beginning to piss her off to no end.“Baby, I think this should be between you and Bonzo. Not what others are pressuring you into. Hell, I’m beginning to think it was a very bad idea for you to go over there.”She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. “Katie are you telling me that I should just f*** that funeral and come home?”“Robert, I’m saying you do what you feel is best. I cannot tell you what you need to do…because ultimately it’s your decision. But, I will support you in whatever you decide to do. And if that means coming home, then yes.”“Alright baby, I’m coming home. I’m going to hang up now and procure a flight home. I’ll let you know when I’m back. And Kaitlyn. I love you.” She then heard the line disconnect, followed by the dial tone. She then slowly hung the phone up, and rubbed her forehead. It would be at least ten hours if Robert were to procure a flight today. But perhaps that would give her a chance to clear her mind and be in a better mindframe by the time Robert arrived.Six hours later she awoke to her bedside phone ringing. Groggily, she reached for the receiver, and placed it to her ear. “Hello?”“Katie, it’s Peter…” she heard her boss’s voice on the other end of the line, and she groaned while sitting up on the bed.“Peter…if you’re calling me into work…I can’t. Robert is…”She was cut off in mid sentence. “It’s nothing like that, Katie…we had a small fire in the kitchen area of the club last night. “We’re going to have to close the club while the investigation is going on.’Kaitlyn took a moment to process this and leaned over to cut off the radio. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me that everyone is out of a job until the investigation is over? Jesus Peter. Holly is going to have to find something quickly. She’s a single mom with a three year old boy.” She sighed. “But as I was saying, I’m going to have to pick Robert up at the airport for a funeral?”Kaitlyn cut him off. “He was, but it’s not my place to divulge details. That is up to Robert alone if he wants to divulge him, you know I’m not into gossip. Now…about this fire. What exactly happened? Was the club open or closed?”“We were working on closing up for the night, luckily all the patrons had left. Luckily we got everyone out and there were no injuries…or deaths for that matter.” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, God, this man could be morbid at times. “I’m glad to hear that Peter…but I need to go. The airport is across town and if I get a head start, I can get there a bit early and maybe get a bite to eat while I’m there.”After a few moments of conversation, Kaitlyn hung up the phone, grabbed her purse and quickly exited the apartment, slid behind the wheel of her 1973 blue Chevy Nova and pulled out and headed toward the highway and headed toward LAX with T Rex’s Get it On (Bang a Gong) blaring on the radio. CREDIT: WU SHIFU

      Regina of course had many children and this meant many birthdays. With Henry she had been able to spend so many wonderful birthdays with him, with her new twins she felt confident there'd be many happy birthday celebrations ahead. But, one child she had not gotten to celebrate with was Adrian.  For so many years mother and son had been apart, Regina unaware he was still even alive. This would be the first birthday they'd celebrate together. Years of Adrian celebrating with others, Regina celebrating the birth of her son alone and in mourning. This time it would all be different. Normally Regina was not one to just throw a celebration ball for anything however, her son's birthday was different. A large celebration would be held at the castle, all invited of course. It all went off perfectly and soon the time came for Adrian to blow out his candle in front of everyone. Was he a bit old for this? Yes, perhaps. But for Regina, it was such a proud and happy moment. To see the son she thought lost to her years and years ago here, healthy, happy, and turning another year older. Standing by she watched as everyone congratulated Adrain,  a few urging him to light the candles so that he could make a wish. Smiling Regina just took in the sight for a few moments.         However, when one of the servents handed Adrian a match so he could light his own candles Regina leaned forward, making the matches disappear. "No. That is my job." She warned playfully. Waving her hand she lit all the candles ontop of the cake with ease. "Now make a wish." Regina said and looked to Adrian. She loved him so dearly. She wanted the best life for him, she wanted him to be happy. Like with Henry, and hopefully like with her other children, she'd have many more birthday celebrations with Adrian. She watched as Adrian closed his eyes and then blew out all the candles surely making his wish. Once done everyone again cheered, and congratulated the prince, and then the servants began to cut and serve the cake. Moving closer to Adrian she couldn't help but smile and place a hand on his shoulder. "Happy Birthday dear." She said and gasped smiling even more as Adrian hugged her, thanking her for all of this meaning the celebration. Sighing happily Regina hugged him back, holding him for a moment before reluctantly letting him go so he could finally have some of his own birthday cake.       Make a wish   "Happy Birthday Dear."       template credit.

A Happy BirthdayPrincess Anastasia and Prince Adrian were still getting to know one another. After all, they were betrothed, and hopefully, soon their wedding would take place.‎  Prince Adrian's birthday was today. His mother, Queen Regina, would throw a large celebration later. And of course, Anastasia and her family were invited to attend given she was Adrian's fiance. However, Anastasia wanted to do something before the celebration. Something a bit more personal. Something just from her to her future husband.After sending a message to Adrian, asking if he'd meet her at her family home she got to work on her surprise, and by the time he had arrived she was ready for him. Smiling as she laid eyes on him she graciously bowed to him as she always did. "Prince Adrian." She said softly.Smiling Adrian gently took Anastasia's arms. "Anya we've been through this.. you can just call me Adrian. As I call you Anya, yes?" Giving a slight nod she smiled. "Well, Adrian. I have a surprise for you." Turning she called out softly and motioned "Alex."Out came Anastasia's younger brother Alexei. In his hands, he carried a small cake, clearly hand-baked. "We made you a cake for your birthday. I know that at the celebration there will certainly be food though I wanted to do something more personal than a fancy gift."Smiling Alexei spoke. "I helped decorate it!" He said happily as Anastasia took the cake from him and set it aside. "Happy birthday!" Alexei shouted happily rushing to hug Adrian as he often did. Smiling Anastasia looked to Adrian allowing her eyes to meet with his. "Happy birthday Adrian." She said.‎ ‎  template credit.

Face The Darkness To Find The LightFaith, Courage, Quiet Suffering, and Great Love, are traits that forever engraved the President to Legend. The man born of nothing, a lonely boy to the wilderness and a drunkard father and a stepmother that endearingly loved him so. Raised to do the hard work of the land but his mind was filled with quiet in-thralled imagination. The man who lost so much and yet gained so much in his lifetime. From friends like Henry and to foes like the South and so many vampires. Henry his mentor taught him how to hunt vampires, always entrusting Lincoln with the hardest tasks, knowing Lincoln could handle whatever was to come. Abraham was a gifted Hunter but what shocked so many more, he became more than just a hunter, He became the hero the nation needed at the breaking point.Presidency was a hardship, Lincoln would never wish for his worst foes. The task of worrying about all of the people in the country was a distraught feeling.  A lonely reality he had to face, his wife too busy to mourn and grieve, Lincoln left the nation on his shoulders with him alone he bared it all. Lincoln saw the war through, he gave the victory, the freedom, and he paid the price for it. Assassination was the thanks he eas given for his efforts in the eyes of the South. The nation mounted though some southerners revoiced in thought slavery would be brought back. But Lincoln had shoved his foot in the doorway and soon the freedom of slavery was abolished completely. He died, but his memory lived on, his legacy, his bloodline. Well, Henry was not about to have any of that. Henry snuck into his resting place one night had changed the president against his will. Abraham would commit suicide the moment he understood what was going on, or what his friend had done to him. Well, he said he did, Henry learned that after a few years, Lincoln was alive but he lived in the Mountains of Washington State alone in a cabin. Lincoln and Henry's friendship was stale, rocky, and full of agreements and annoyances with one another ever since but that did not stop Lincoln from saving Henry's ass several times.  They eventually would come to terms with one another and would bury the disagreement they had, but Lincoln only asked to be brought into a fight when it was NEEDED and no other option could be given to Henry. Henry in turn kept Lincoln's alive status a secret from everyone, understanding that the vampire would need his retirement, he earned it. But even then Lincoln still hid his darkest secret from even Henry, because....something else was at work through Lincoln and he dared not bring his friend into the issues he was to face soon enough.Modern day was a strange place for Lincoln but he adapted well to it. Becoming a ranger in the mountains of Washington under the name of just Abraham.  He lived a relatively peaceful and calm life away from everyone until his help was needed, but he missed it, he missed his family far more than anyone could imagine. How many nights he stared at the stars and could shed only blood tears at the thought of his children and wife who were long gone He would always visit their graves years later, and place flowers there and would speak to the graves with endless stories to be told. He wished he had a chance to see him all again, he wanted to hold his wife in his arms and his sons, he missed the laughter, the good moments, and even the rocky moments. It was his family, no matter what was to come and as a father, there was not a single worse pain than being alone and knowing they were gone.He arrived at the home, his Springfield home which he had bought back so long ago. It was a tourist attraction now, many people came to see the home he allowed his beloved wife and children to dwell inside of. He bought his kids anything they wanted even if was so expensive and he was so low on money. He wanted his kids happy, his wife's smile and his children's laughter were his heartbeats, his reason to keep going at times. He paid an entrance and the tour guide was a little shocked he looked so much like the real deal. He was a little different, he still looked the same but he wore a long black and red trench coat, his hat that so many knew was replaced with an Irish Cap given to him by a friend of his.

Lincoln, Abraham Lincoln. The little nobody that changed the course of all history in a nation. His father moved him and his mother around and his mother was attacked and Killed by a vampire. Lincoln swore revenge, he wanted nothing more, trying to catch up to his mother's murderer, he crossed paths with a different man that changed his life, Henry Sturges. Lincoln ended up trying to kill his mother's killer but that went as well as you think it would with him not knowing anything about vampires till he was saved by Henry.Waking up and learning about Henry his supposed 'savior' was not an easy task as Linhcoln was pretty hostile to Henry for a little while. Henry made sure to move very carefully around Lincoln knowing that young man was not about to warm up to him any time soon. Lincoln was a stubborn young teenager, and I mean stubborn more than any hunter before him. Henry had not had many capable hunters before him, many either died pretty quickly or some went after Henry at the same time.But Lincoln was very different,  He was headstrong, stubborn, and determined to do something with his life. He was a wild animal that Henry had on a chain that he could barely control.  But when he found out that Lincoln had a deep interest in knowledge and learning he found a way to settle the chaotic human down enough that he could teach him. Lincoln was a sponge and learned scary fast. Lincoln became a very good hunter in barely any time, something that shocked Henry as Lincoln was quick to learn and quick to understand anything he was given. Lincoln also had a willpower that Henry could never tame, if Lincoln wanted to do something he was going to do it. Henry learned that by teaching Lincoln how to fight in the dark, Lincoln not only gave him quiet also thrashing but he right after started it again Henry was alarmed that the man despite several broken bones and scars and bruises wanted to go again.But as much as Henry changed Lincoln's life, Lincoln also started to make a dent in Henry's rough walls he placed around himself. Abraham learned that he did not trust people very easily and that he did not trust even him really with all his knowledge. But Abraham made it his life's mission to change Henry's view on humanity and that not every human was something to be wary of. Abraham started small in just trying to also test the boundaries of which he could use to get to know Henry better, he used his ability to charm with words and his actual truthful nature as a way to slowly get Hebry to warm up to him. Lincoln made small gestures in good faith to his mentor, from letters and writing to keep in touch and making sure Henry was well which confused the vampire as to why his pupil would care for his well-being.But what solidified their friendship was on Henry's birthday, it was Lincoln; 's second year of living there, and Henry was away to check on targets and while Lincoln was good as a cook he had never baked before in his whole life. He could cook food very well and had made Henry a meal or two before much to the vampire's skepticism. Though Lincoln did know that Hebry had a soft spot for a home-cooked meal so even if Hery returned late there was a plate of food for him and a glass of his favorite Liquor.But this birthday was different, Lincoln was often away during those days and Henry never celebrated it. So Lincoln wanted to try and do something different this year. So Lincoln very spectacularly failed at making a cake with flour, icing, and whipped cream covering the kitchen which Lincoln knew Henry would not really like. So he tried desperately to clean it up but by the time he got to the floor, Henry walked through the door. Stopped midhalt when seeing the chaotic mess that was in his kitchen as Lincoln looked over with such guilt on his face."WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN!?" he barked at his pupil Abraham frowned as he sighed gently as he tried to not even look at him as he muttered something. Henry was seething angrily making quick work of the stride as Abragam squeaked as a hand grabbed his ear and yanked his front half down sharply as he wined."Ow ow ow""I will ask again what on earth where you doing?" he barked at him Abraham winced sharply as the vampire pulled on his ear before finally gulping inwardly and just shutting his eyes tightly and whining cringing."I tried to make you a cake for your birthday," he said as he took a deep inward breath and just waited for Henry to throw a fit about how ridiculous that was to do. But when none of that came and a silence fell over them both Abraham dared to open an eye and saw Henry just looking at the kitchen again and looking back at him almost as if it all made sense now."Yo-You tried to make me a cake?" he asked with a frown as he released Lincoln's ears Lincoln sighed in defeat."Yeah and utterly failed," he said with a pang of sad guilt taking that failure-hard personality because he wanted to show some form of appreciation for Henry's hard work and rather generous nature to even let him stay at his home."yeah, I know stupid I know I didn't-" he was cut off at the strained voice of Henry as he looked at the vampire and frowned seeing the look in his eyes that was startled and shocked and trying to comprehend why Lincoln would do that."Look I will clean it up and we don't ever have to" he umphed sharply as Henry's body crashed into his as a tight hug was given to him Lincoln stood there ready for a full-on frontal assault to him thinking Henry was just going to throw him or something. But Henry just stayed there his head on Lincoln's chest Lincoln frowned not sure what to do at that moment as Henry never hugged him before."Your an Idiot Lincoln, an absolute moron, Oh but by God I freaking can't ask for a better one" he whined softly as he looked up at Abraham with those deep hues Lincoln smiled weakly at him but nodded his head."I can retry to make the cake""HEAVENS NO!" Henry wailed loudly and shoved away from Abraham but Abraham was quick to catch him back into his arms and hugged him tightly. Henry huffed but smiled inwardly as Lincoln mutters."Happy Birthday Henry, Since the cake is ruined, I can make something to eat and maybe a good story for the night?" Lincoln offered to make that founder up and half expected Henry to brush him off and go back to the study where he liked to stay when he came back."That sounds perfect" Was the response from Henry as Abraham beamed happily. Happy he didn't ruin this day completely.

Abraham was rare to have ever found a world leader as dedicated to their nation as the president Of Ukraine. The man's pride and dedication to his nation and his refusal to leave his country when all war broke loose made him catch Lincoln's eye. Abraham would appear in Ukraine after a few days' worth of travel, a small frown on his face the place was in ruins. He had been to Ukraine before but as an angel during his dead time. Now that he was alive the man's heart sunk and shattered into many pieces.The sheer amount of pain and wafting stench of death and the wails of mothers and fathers. Abraham walked like a ghost amongst the fighters and people crowding in huddled masses with fear in their eyes, awaiting their oppressor's arrival to bomb and ruin their home all the more. Abraham walked slowly, his eyes taking in everything, the sounds, and the feeling reminded him of the time of his Presidency but this was so much worse, so much pain, so much unnecessary destruction of innocent lives on both sides.Abraham's steps carried him to a church, a service, for fallen men and women and those that were caught in the crossfire. It brought the man grievous pain and agony to see so much agony in this peaceful country, He finally came to where he was asked to come upon the President and ask for his aid in this time of darkness and destruction.. The small meeting place for the Presidents to meet, yet Lincoln renounced his title upon his life and had a second chance, He was just Abraham, no more a President, no more a world leader, just a man trying to help when he could, where he could."Abraham," said the voice of the Ukraine President, Abraham looked up upon opening the door, and he smiled with a sad fondness, slowly lowering his body into a half bow "President Zelenskyy It's been an honor to be asked to help" he said as he offered a hand in a shake but was yanked into a hug something that Lincoln was not expecting."I am so glad you accepted my letter for a meeting, I have never needed guidance as much as I seem to now," said the Leader as Abraham could hear the strain in his voice. Oh how he knew this stress too well, it was like looking through a mirror, a mirror of his life, in the modern day."I am happy to offer help, come sit and let us talk over some hot chocolate or another festive drink. Though I still refrain from Alcoholic drinks" as Zelenskyy bellowed out a happy laugh and smacked Lincoln on the back."So the stories about you are true, absent from alcohol and smoke and drugs! Gah I am glad to hear such things! Come yes,. I shall have some hot chocolate placed in the kitchen and we can discuss what can be done to save my home!" He said with graceful cheer as he leads Lincoln to the table where they may sit and discuss something. Abraham smiled as he sat down across from him, but could see despite his cheerful appearance, the man was broken, frail and worn down by the war before him, and the fear in his eyes was understated."I do not even know where to begin" spoke the President as Abraham nodded his head slowly as he would allow the man to figure out his words and understand what he could be asked for."The war is here Abtsham and I do not have the men to fight Russia, I do not have the weapons, I do not have the ammunition, I have nothing. I can not defend the people I care for, what am I to do?" He asked with a sad defeated and dispair-ridden voice as Abraham leaned forward and looked at him."Reminds me of a story" He hummed as he smiled, a small and calm smile as the Ukrainian leader looked up slightly confused about the former president was so calm and happy."What makes this a time for a story?" He asked confused Abraham smiled as he stood up walked a few paces around and stopped at a magnificent picture of Ukraine in this meeting room."A man named Lincoln once stood where you were, He had the Men but not the generals and no how to defeat his foes, But the one thing he always told himself, was there will always be  something that can fall into place even if the pieces feel like they are lost and scattered on a board we can not see" He said calmly and raised his hands out slightly to glorfy the photo before them."You lose your country, Your freedom, When you lose faith, Look around you, you have the men, you have the weapons, you have so many resources, you have the ability to win this war. But you can NEVER give up, because that's when you are forgotten and face the title of coward" He said before spinning slightly to the man and grinning brightly."YOu can do this, I have seen it, you stuck it to the American President, you showed you have the heart, you showed your people your willing to die for their freedom, for their dignity as a nation of independence from Russia. Do not let that bald head stubborn muffin scare you Zelenskyy. You have this, you have always had this, now give it all you got" he proclaimed sternly as the President of Ukraine looked a little brighter, almost as if to be spurred by the words of Abraham."I will, Yes, We can never fall, we live and or die a nation of UKRAINE! No one can take that away" He agreed as he nodded his head to understand and agree that he would never give up, his country deserved a country and a leader of freedom, of dignity...of their lives to show them that he cared. Abraham beams happily and nods his head as he claps his hand."Most wonderful to hear, Now, I can aid a little but I will require a horse, a saber or an axe of silver.  Then I shall ride alongside your men and together we will save this glorious nation" He smiled in agreement as Zelenskyy looked at him a little shocked."You would fight for us? With us?""Zelenskyy I will always fight when freedom is threatened, be it my country or be it another. Freedom does NOT belong to America solely, we are a world willing to fight for our freedom and when it is called upon me, I will take a Horse and an Axe and Rise into a battle headstrong with no fear for the fight of Freedom!" Abraham smiled as Zelenskyy looked at him with such shock and then amazement that such a man and figure could stand there and proclaim such a powerful few words to him."I thank you, I truly truly thank you Abraham, and I know even if your country didn't say it back then, they thank you too. You have always been a beacon for hope in the fight for freedom and liberty and a country to be strong and united even in great darkness" Zelenskyy said with a cheerful smile as Abraham smiled back with the same cheerfulness."Come now, I think that Hot chocolate will be truly needed. It's about time we show Putin and his corrupt government that we are to not be trifled with" As he sat down hot chocolate was presented before them and Abraham happily dug in with great happiness as he always loved such a treat!Tomorrow they would ride out, to meet their foe head-on and show the power of the Ukrainian Motherland.