Post by Veronica Call on Aug 9, 2021 14:15:05 GMT -5
Veronica stood at the intersection, staring at the dim and eerie street ahead of her. The streetlights flickered, leaving dark shadows for monsters to hide in, enhancing the paranoia that surrounded the area. On the floor the black tarmac glistened from the rain, picking up and reflecting the smallest amount of light back up into the night sky. Veronica did not notice that it had rained before, sighing slightly she debated to continue to walk to hail a cab and go home. It wasn’t truly her home, she doesn’t have a place to call 'home', it’s just four walls to her. Home is where family are and right now she doesn’t have any. With her big mouth and being shot-tempered, she lost everyone she was once closed with. Seth being Seth, lovable and neutral; Natasha was alpha sister so it hold respect and majority in almost everything; Jake, Embry and other were doing their own thing and haven’t seen much of them and Catcher…no words as to what their relationship it. Everything is complicated. Normally distance makes heart grow fonder and stronger but in her case, it was the opposite. She loved them yes, but she's seeing things with different perspectives. Things she never noticed as a teen, she's noticing them as an adult.
Not paying attention to her surrounding but sensing who it was; Catcher caught up to her and clasped his hand around her wrist. She felt a spark when he touched her skin like it did, what seems, years ago at Reeves’ residence. Her body turned towards Catcher, her eyes met his and she could sense the spark rather electricity between them that had not disappeared. Everything around her had vanished and it was just both of them. All of her emotions came flooding back, her memories of both of them and every touches they had shared in the past sent shivers and warmth in her body. She couldn’t admit that she had missed him the most over the years. Standing there with him, middle of the sidewalk unable to move or look away. It was beautiful dream that she didn't want to wake up from.
When Veronica had moved back first time around, Catcher was her constant in her mind and then he had left, Axel came and gone and with that fear set in her life of ever loving someone again. But with Catcher, it was different. He was her first love and first guy to treat her like how she should have been treated. He will always be her devilish Prince Charming and their love was unconditional. It was easy for Veronica to fall back into same routine when it came to Catcher however it meant evil glares from Natasha, Candi and others. She was past that and didn't mean no harm to others. Her heart melted and all she wanted to do was kiss and hug him…one more time. Her fear of losing him stopped her from doing anything that will have a bounty on her head. His eyes told million stories, pain he felt and all he needs is someone to truly love and understand him. One upon a time she thought it was her but now, how can someone give another person happiness when they are filled with sorrow, fear and no love to give?
Veronica found her sanctuary in Catcher’s presence before and til this day she does. She truly looked at him and smile formed on her lips. He looked dashing in blazer, white shirt and pants; she envied the girl that would be his lifeline. There were never destined to be together, maybe in another lifetime or in a different universe they would be together with epic love story. Veronica and Catcher’s current love story was forbidden and it made it even sweeter for her. She had loved him and still does; knowing that if she sets him free if it was hers to being with, would come back. In this moment, she hoped that he had came back. Maybe for a second she can forget and enjoy this moment one more time.
Every small touches, he made, made her skin tingle and dance. Her desire for him grew more each time. Wrapping her arms around him, she embraced him tighter, not letting him go. A genuine smile was on her lips for the first time in ages. No one mattered anymore; she gets to be selfish one more time. One last time. One last night of Veronica and Catcher. Veronica was on autopilot and let Catcher take control of her actions. They had walked past their friends and her date, wearing short dress she hesitated on sitting on the bike. Who would have thought that she was going on bike at the end of her date night. Veronica placed her hand on his shoulder to help balance herself and climbed…straddled the bike. She took off Catcher’s blazer and wrapped it around her waist, covering her lower half and wrapped her arms around Catcher. She wasn’t going to put on a show for bystanders or people driving by as they sped off onto main highway.
Veronica inhaled deeply, trying to fill of her senses with him. He still wore same cologne as he had years ago - spicy, woodsy reminding her of home. She unwrapped her arms, moving it to the side of her, letting wind hit her arms and face. She laughed and missed riding on a bike. She was scared as hell as she didn’t wear proper gear still didn’t care. Veronica trusted Catcher more than she trusts herself or anyone in her life and she was safe. Feeling like she was in a short clip movie and getting her happily ever after seemed cliché to her though she was enjoying every second she has with him. She placed her hands on his waist, smiling and letting her fear go. Maybe in alternative universe this is what they were doing and making a decision that only involved both of them.
Her heart thundered against her chest as mountain clearing came into view. It was dark but she could still see wild flowers - yellow, violet and soft white. ”Thank you,” Veronica whispered to Catcher. As the bike stopped, she let go of Catcher, climbed off the bike, took off the blazer around her waist, placing it on the bike seat and took off her shoes. Cold, wet grass felt divine against her warm, sore feet; she was finally free of shows and eyes that she wanted to run around in circles. Hopping, leaping, dancing, everything - This was perfect way to end the nigh. Something about having wind on her face, awakened her senses and let whatever she was feeling at Port Angeles disappeared. She looked at Catcher, eyes warming and she had no idea what to say to him. She ran towards him and hugged him. No matter how many times she would say thank you, it wouldn’t be enough. He was indeed her savior and forever grateful for dragging her out of city into a beautiful clearing. She let him go just to walk few steps and laid in the grass looking up at the dark sky.
Last Edit: Dec 29, 2021 10:09:11 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Catcher Reeves on Aug 9, 2021 20:11:17 GMT -5
As she lay on the grass, he had watched her glide off the bike, smiling as though she was in her own wonderland. It was a smile he thought had been hidden for centuries. When she hugged him, he let her, loosening up but staying unmoved with the bike, watching for however long her happiness would last, wondering what she had done with all the love she could give. Wishing the world hadn’t taken her for granted, he knew there was no perfect road to go down but they were going to be okay. It was as though she was the sun that was beginning to rise, her eyes shining like the thin rays of pale orange strands breaking through the dark blue gradient in the sky. They would reminisce this feeling in the stories still untold.
From this moment on, she would no longer be Veronica, the love of his life; she would only ever be his dear friend, a lovelorn page torn from the story he was living. He would never find another way. The worlds had ceased to move when he held onto her, breathed for her and now it spun once more. He thought he never could, but he had to change and now he could live without chasing her. A piece of his soul was taken but it was alive in her and he knew it would stay, now he could see everything that was hell transform into heaven. All he gave her was gone; he was tumbled like a stone, eroded in the river that was their love. The need to ease her weeping, to stop her hurting, to do anything he could for her left him, drifted as he watched her find her own way. It was all falling down around him in the quietest shower of sparkling stars, burning filigree colliding to the ground in glowing flashes and he was never going to know how it would feel to kiss away her pain, to live up to what she was looking for, how to keep her in his life. As that empire burned, she rose from the ashes and for the first time, he felt gratified in her gratitude.
There was nothing he could say to her and he smiled back radiantly, a smile that never left his face as he mused, remembering every part of her voice as she spoke. In the bittersweet revival, she wasn’t the only refuge now, this was not the only bed he found; that sanctuary deconstructed by their destinies calling them to be legions of their own fate. He could see her soul unburdening and he had no more words to say from his heart. Everybody wanted a hero but the hero didn’t always get the girl. It was never going to be the same after her. She could never feel the way he had felt and the strike, in knowing that, the love once delivered to him had decided how he would live or die until this dawning morning. It had been an eternity since he saw the rainbow of emotions she showed him in these few minutes of their renewed lives and he felt something invulnerable replace what was hollow. He was no longer in the playground of their past.
Only one of them would have stood at the end of it all if he stayed in the loss that was her. He should never slow again; never listen to a single memory of them as more than a memento. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, and breathed the first breath since he had defeated their impossible love, putting his blazer back on. He had said to himself, he would lay down his life one too many times but the constellations didn't agree and the stars never aligned; now there was no more holding in, it had been so long there was nothing to hide. He would never do the same things he always had with her, he would keep moving, a sinner pretending to be a saint and she would live her best every day, never looking back on anything. All the mountains they moved would finally be enough.
One day someone else would be there to hold her hand and walk her home. She was going to be fine when everything she needed was in her reflection and he would watch her run, free to make it on her own.
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2021 1:48:37 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Aug 11, 2021 7:08:04 GMT -5
Exting the restaurant, Raf could see Veronica silhouette headed down the street, he thought the evening was ruined by her friends' chananagans up to that point she deemed to be enjoying herself. He could see she was angry, but he couldn't let her stop off into the night. I had been raining and she clearly wasn't dressed to be out in a rainstorm. Holding her tiny clutch on his left hand, and his blazer in his right,he started down the sidewalk after jogging slightly he could feel little raindrops beginning to fall again.
He stopped as he got closer, seeing someone grab her wrist to stop her. He was ready to defend her if needed, but flicking street light illuminated the man's face. It was Catcher. He didn't understand what was going on.Why had he even been at the restaurant, didn't the guy have a better thing to do than to spy on his friend or was there something more going on between them that he didn't understand? He watched them embrace and turn back around, walking past him on the opposite side of the street, she had ignored him completely. It pained him a bit. Was he on such a terrible date that she had to catch a ride back home on a motorcycle? Here he was standing holding her clutch which contained her keys and her wallet. She needed it to get back inside the house somehow so he did what he thought he needed to do.
Running across the road, Rafael opened the passenger side door to his black jeep and climbed in quickly bringing the engine to life he followed in the direction Catcher had taken Veronica off in. He didn't know how to feel, all he wanted was a nice evening with V. She had been hard to convince to even accept his offer, she was always too busy or something that when she finally called he was overjoyed. Now that Joy had turned to confusion and he traveled up a mountain road noticing the bike as pulled over next to a clearing. He had driven her up a field of flowers. What was really going on here?
Turning off his engine, he sat in his jeep and watched Veronica get off the bike hugg Catcher and walk into the field. He could see Catcher just standing here by his bike but he was struggling to see Veronica in the dark. He opened the Jeep door with a sneak and quickly slammed it behind him. He could feel the cold breeze against his sin but it wasn't cooling on her heat in his chest he was actually sort of angry.
Walking up with Veronica bag in hand he approached. "Was tonight just a big joke to all of you?" He shoved her clutch bag into Catcher's chest. "Why is it when shit seems to go down around here you're always involved? Don't you have something better to do then collecting women like prizes, Candi, Tash and now V? Who the hell do you think you are pulling this shit, spying on our date ?"
Post by Catcher Reeves on Aug 11, 2021 10:40:30 GMT -5
His ears were polluting the atmosphere, and his eyes opened with unseen irritation. Up toward the cloudy watercolour painting that was the sky at dawn, he looked again, now emptily as euphoria drowned and he shut his eyelids once more with raw displeasure; the beauty of the morning diminishing with each second he couldn’t stay deaf, blind and mute. In one impatient motion, his head was back in neutral position but he didn’t turn in the direction of the intrusion to his peace. It was an engine dying, a door slamming, and heavy footsteps, predictably slower, a specific gait. Catcher was about to pull out a lighter but tucked it back into his jacket, hearing all the next minute words spewing at him in a futile rush before they were uttered. This time his chin dropped and he looked down to the ground, side eyeing the greenery until he could see shoes, trudging into the grass, crushing a trail of wild flowers as his bike had done. It was Rafael, and he had smelled him, a scent he didn’t want to remember; a presence now disrupting its position, beneath his lowest priority.
He could feel the glares flying his way continuously, little darts that didn’t stick. There was nothing he had to look back on, something about the days with Veronica being gone forever hereafter and letting go made him less tolerant to every noise this person was. The glowering would be mutual, but he didn’t scowl, his sight glancing only nonchalantly from the toes to the face. A face that prompted him to exhale with undeniable aggravation, breaking the view of Rafael briefly from his line of sight, his eyes flicked back to the man with a piercing sharpness.
The moisture in the air grew weighted as the veil of the man’s anger lifted. They were only acquaintances, tolerating mutually because of Claude. There was nothing personal between them, but he could see that tonight’s design changed things; they didn’t have to be understanding, sanctions had been removed. As Rafael stomped closer, he stopped leaning against his bike and stood up, forced into a confrontation that postured nothing but hostility. The blasting list of questions tested his patience, the tone of Rafael’s voice more triggering than the words themselves, half of which he didn’t pay attention to, breezing past in amateur incitement; they were just pointlessly ignorant sentences thrown because there was a lack of self-control and awareness and he couldn’t expect more from the lump of muscle.
By his calculation, if it wasn’t for Veronica, there would be no hesitations from Rafael to enter a primitive scuffle. Catcher was secretive, but not that detained, the thought of inhuman indestructability was gasoline fuel of adrenaline, flammable shots of steroid in addictive hunger for power and restrained aggression. Enough excitement and he could taste blood by instinct; to get so close to killing wasn’t a covert idea, wasn’t even a bad idea. The movement of the purse into his chest, he absorbed, ticking as he held the object, barely thinking about Veronica, her belongings and every event leading up until that moment with responsibility.
”This all sounds like a ‘you’, problem.” He was flaring, his voice still aloof but dedicated now to pressing however he saw fit, a deck of hateful cards to tear the man down shuffling in his mind. Placing the bag on the seat of his bike with a deadly calm, he was on a mission to push Rafael over the edge, enough he had an excuse to engage in pent up bloodlust. That devious intention and lack of reservations increasingly evident in his permanently smug demeanour, his head tilted in a strategic taunt. ”It’s cute when you try to talk about things you don’t understand.”He wasn’t insulting him, he was describing him.
There was no need for the wolf, there was just so much pain to let out, and so much pain to give; he could see himself drenched in the red essence of life because he had so much loss, so much severance from the touchy subject of the named women. He had no limits to the desire to beat the truth and suffering into Rafael’s flesh like carving his heartbreak and rage through to bone. There was nothing like healing broken skin unable to recover within; nothing like a man who suddenly had nothing to lose. Rafael’s reactions would become every single one of his gains.
The overt arrogance stayed, anxiously controlling an innate psychotic terror with outward disinterest at Rafael’s issues. Given the circumstances, the big man they joked about was impossible to underestimate and his fixated stare shifted dismissively, knowing that was not a good thing. ”Don’t be bitter, just get better.” The longer Rafael provoked him, the more a demonic glint in his eye flickered. Something clandestine he found amusing, so dangerously relishing he smirked with a delighted evil that wanted to pounce on this human innocence, the love, Rafael had, he now found disgusting. His motivations were his without regret, he had just been in the fight of his life and now he was deathless; he would explain nothing, answer nothing. It was Rafael’s unfortunate soul who would never find out the reasons for his actions no matter the determination. ”Oh, and uh… you can be a participation trophy.”The accusations, he had been called worse by better.
The smirk transformed into a false smile, wide and mocking, before that too fell away nearly instantaneously and he waved a hand, brushing off the entire altercation, distrusting and contemptuous of the conflict. The large man had brought a cool story; this was the chapter he needed to blow himself away. He looked back at Veronica conclusively as if her hand was in his to pull away the other who was holding onto the devil. Knowing what their escapade had looked like to Rafael while the reality told a contrasting tale, he deliberately sent Rafael the last piece of advice he could offer like a stick that would make him fetch and leave, a nail in the coffin. ”You had your chance, Go home.”
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2021 10:45:48 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Veronica Call on Aug 11, 2021 11:52:13 GMT -5
As she laid there on cold, damp grass surrounding with flowers, she knew she will never forget what Catcher did for her. Not just now but before things got complicated. But now, she can rest easy without worrying about anything. There was no words to be exchanged between Veronica and Catcher, at least on her part. She didn’t know what to say, even if she did what was she going to say to him? It was a mutual understanding between Catcher and Veronica; things will be looking up for them as individual person. Tomorrow will be a brand new day, new book and blank page in the book for both of them. She was going to close this book with a happy ending for both of them. Who they used to be and who they are two different people. All she wishes and prays for is whoever he finds, truly understands and loves him. Cloud was good for him however she feels Catcher needs a woman in his life that is his best friend who will make him laugh every day and when things are not right, that person will do anything in their power to shower him and her with extra love and care.
For the second time, Veronica feels lightweight and happy to let her past go. There was one last straw, one last closure she wanted and she got that from Catcher. A tear rolled down her cheek, she wiped it away as quickly as it came. It was tear of being relieved. ”Whatever happens in your life, remember to stay happy and how far you have came.” She didn’t look at Catcher as she spoke. She will drop everything and go save him from whatever Natasha and Candi threw at him or at each other. She feared that both the girls won’t listen to Catcher and will be sucked into drama-hate for each other when it came to who is right and who isn’t right for Catcher. Only Catcher himself knew who will be right for him.
”I hope you do good in your life. Cherish everything and live in the present. Im stumbling through life trying to find my way and I’m positive I will get there one day. I will be okay.” She sat up and looked at Catcher. Deep down, Veronica knew she will be okay; she will take one day at a time and make sure not to drink as much as she used to. She said goodbye to Axel and now Catcher, she will move on with her life and make decisions for herself which may or may not be right for her. It would be a start for her - find out who she is as an individual, get a job, figure out what she wants from life and mostly nourishing her body and mind with positive thoughts.
She looked behind her, lost in her own thoughts about new beginning, what she had to do however she was scared of what was to come. Veronica opened and closed her mouth when she saw Rafael’s ghost walking towards them then shoved her clutch into Catcher’s chest and going off on him for stealing…no collecting women. Several what the fucks, caveman, and annoyingass came into her mind. Veronica pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t losing it and she flinched on hard she pinched her wrist. She groaned loudly and mentally facepalmed her face; she had forgotten about Rafael and if it wasn’t for leaving her clutch behind, he wouldn’t have been there and she would have enjoyed some peace and quiet night. Veronica murmured about Rafael shouldn’t have followed them, raining on her parade and how she feels congested at times when it comes to macho caveman attitude.
Veronica watched two men having unpleasant conversation; pissing contest rather to see who will win the golden prize trophy. When Catcher stayed quiet, held back more than he normally would, Veronica’s neck hair stood up. She feared what was to come next and to make it worse, Catcher didn’t do anything wrong. When men stay quiet, it’s when Veronica fears; that’s when they are thinking more or barely thinking and doing more actions. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength for herself, common sense for Rafael and Catcher not to harm mere human. “I am not some prize to be won!” She looked dead at Rafael, shaking lightly with temper. She always hated when men think women are nothing but a prize or pull caveman move on them. It’s one thing to be protective but it’s another not to trust your women. Veronica hated every single men who were like that and wished she didn’t witness something like that in person.
Veronica looked at Catcher, unable to control her anger, irritation, shaking and was seeing red everywhere. She mouthed word sorry to Catcher as it was her fault for putting him in the middle of her mess. Veronica’s body screamed at her in agony, her knees reversed direction and her bones shifted inside of her. Her face contorted as the long wolf's muzzle extended out in front of her, and she fell forward onto her hands; light grey fur sprouted from her body, and her clothing tore itself from her body as her muscles increased in size. In her wolf form, she felt free, looking up at the sky, a long howl was let loose. She couldn’t take it anymore of the disappointment and now that Rafael knew her secret she was worried that human world would know. She feared of being hunted by humans. She walked towards both men and snarled at them. Veronica was done with both the men and their pissing contest.
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Aug 11, 2021 12:50:23 GMT -5
Rafael wasn't in the mood to deal with Catcher's shit. All he wanted was an explanation. Everywhere the little jackass went he seemed to have another woman hang off of him. Raf didn't like quality in men, when you had a girl you treated her well and never let your attention stay on another." Me problem ?The only problem I have is why you drove off with Veronica like you did." Rafael was speaking with a raised voice now. He was clenching his fist and trying to keep his cool as Catcher smug looking face stared at him. Back on the beach this would have been all solved with a quick punch to the face but he was older now and throwing fist didn't solve problems these days. It only caused more." I don't know anything, from what I see you change girls as often as you change your underwear. Your trash man."
Raf was so angry this whole situation was so messed up all he wanted was to make sure everything was ok with Veronica and here he was having a passing contest with an asshole who didn't deserve anything. He was so cocky that Raf almost found it comical. All he wanted was an explanation on how to be better and to go home. " Better? I do you better I'll talk blondie tell her you are just playing her. I'm sure she loved to hear about your little rendezvous with V in the middle of nowhere." Rafael turned to walk away but then he heard Veronica's voice he stopped
"I didn't say you were a prize, I had your purse and I wanted to see if you were..."He turned to look at her and what he saw was like something out of a horror movie. Her body was morphing and contouring in ways that were human impossible, her dress exploded and she sprouted fur all over. When everything was done she was a giant gray wolf. All the colour left his face and he stood there paralyzed unable to move or even say a thing. What had he just witnessed, he blinked a few times trying to absorb what he had just witnessed. "..oh..f.." his head start spinning as if he stood up too quickly, he started seeing black spots and could no longer feel the ground under his feet. He feel over hitting the grass with a thud.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Aug 11, 2021 15:23:40 GMT -5
He would have ignored Rafael enough that the man could doubt his own existence but the things he said about him, so confident and so full of shit the toilet was jealous, made him stir. Especially when just before the block of wood had blurted more uncontrollable word vomit, Veronica had finally said something he needed to hear and this took away that long awaited harmony. It made him twitch and he embodied the dirtiest look of a whole eye of evil, an omen of ill will for Rafael. Her voice and the meaning it carried, blunted and disappeared before it could leave a mark and more than a question, a threat ruined the last bit of rhythm they had. Taking a deep breath, he watched the blundering giant who had become a disoriented torch spreading verbal and emotional flames; even Veronica had ignited, it was like attempting to avoid a disease from contracting, listening to his juvenile concerns.
”So I’m getting that the problem is a little hard to pronounce for you.” They were where they were; at a cross roads. They had ridden off and he was saving the man from more indirect agony and humiliation by not providing a reason. If the guy wanted to feel so backstabbed, he could replay the scene all over again in his head, crying them a river somewhere. What was worse would be aiming and firing away untruthful, made up reasons to set an awful precedence for Rafael’s jilted, unrequited love; to crack his heart so hard it would disintegrate like his own. The difference between them was oceans deep while only he saw what they could have shared in sorrow that Veronica was unavailable to both of them. Rolling his eyes, he fiddled the items in his pockets, both hands resting inside the material as his attitude plateaued, clinking keys in one hand.
”Be my guest…”Staring at the man was presenting him emotions he never felt before. No sooner had Natasha been mentioned, he had a burning urge for Rafael to call her, to tell her whatever he wanted; he was drawn to the ultimate revenge that he truly did not care. She didn’t tell him that it felt like love, if Rafael had the ability to read group texts; he would have seen that she would have no surprise, even better was that she would understand and he kept the waiting pressure in his hopes to see Rafael fall flat on his face, crumble in the pathetic plan that disregarded any substantial proof. They were not the only ones present when he left with Veronica, yet the caveman hadn’t considered why nobody else who was equally close to the women, said and did a thing. Interjecting, he really didn’t need the full declaration; the results would speak on his behalf to Rafael. ”Let me know how that goes.” Those earlier comments about his underwear just as immature and weird, he wanted to savour the taste of victory in all that Claude’s friend missed the mark on and he was comfortably bulletproof in all the same incidences that kept Rafael in the dark.
As Rafael neared the end of his long winded warning, he placed a finger to his lips, a petty smile exasperatingly behind the silencing instruction as he indicated Veronica’s outburst was something Rafael should pay most of his mind to if he had half the fortitude to pursue her. The more energy he wasted, the minutes he spent were seconds that could have been put to better use, and it was obvious the beach man had no clue what he was doing. If he was here for the girl, he should have never given Catcher the chance to mislead him, side track him from his weak goals. Hearing Rafael fit all his vocabulary into his sentence, he no longer wanted to hear more inaccuracies about himself and he was subtly offensive, belittling; nothing was important when it came out of the merman’s mouth, it was salt water.
Veronica stated a commendable argument, one he expected from her and Rafael finally diverted to address her. He licked his lower lip and pursed it, watching with increased senses of foreboding that she was getting emotional. Then there she phased, animated, graphic, violently natural and marvelous. His eyes were on her, connected in supernatural origin, the haunting howl she released a cry of freedom that wasn’t free.
Was she going to run until she couldn’t anymore because he would do so with her now. Then a deafening thud and a small gust passing the blades of grass, shaking the petals around them, resonated and he remembered this was that hazard when mortals caught a glimpse of a mystery in the world. Lazily he looked toward the motionless body, wondering if he was now expected to move it because that would be too much effort. Despite all the animosity, he granted this was the most normal reaction Rafael could have had and sauntered over to the limp figure laying unconscious with dandelions surrounding him. Kneeling down, he hovered around him for a while, studying and thinking about ways that weren’t nefarious to wake him up; the irony of the sea lover needing salt to smell made him grin back at the majestic grey wolf.
”How about we just let him sleep.”She would probably disapprove, she worried over these things and the whole hidden identity crisis that occurred and he seemed to gather from her an understanding that he was rather stuck. No one would ever think he was passed out from shock, the pallid skin still glowing from the incessant tanning, flush enough not to be mistaken as a corpse. ”Hey…” He patted his face, grabbing his collar to jiggle him as he periodically asked him to wake up, repeating the cycle; it was the least fucks he could give since he knew the picture of health could not be more alright. With two fingers he felt Rafael’s pulse; it was reverbing and steady, he looked to be dreaming of an alternate universe where he was happily married to Veronica. With that, Catcher stood up and pulled out his phone to text Claude, eyeing the sleeping beauty with disdain until he was done.
”Claude can pick him up.” He said offhandedly, his tone adjusting to be more sincere for her as he pulled out the aged golden lighter, flicking it a few times, visibly contemplating setting Rafael on fire as he lit a rare cigarette.
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2021 15:29:47 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Veronica Call on Aug 11, 2021 17:50:23 GMT -5
Normally when Veronica is a wolf, she likes to run wild. Standing there, made her anxious. She was hesitating on what to do; one hand she wanted to run away but the other she wanted to something responsible and stay with Rafael when he wakes up. She didn’t like the dilemma and hoped he would wake up soon. She can’t even talk to Catcher thanks to being wolf form. She whined as she looked between Catcher and Rafael and laid on the grass. She was shocked to see Rafael faint when she phased, she shook her head slightly as her mind said wuss. She looked at her torn dress, sad that she actually loved it and now she won’t able to wear it again.
Veronica replayed what had happened in past couple of hours. Getting ready, dinner at the restaurant, dragging Cloud out, going off on Seth and Catcher when she knew they weren’t at fault and running away with Catcher. It did look bad however she can’t go back in time and alter the past. If she could, she wouldn’t be here - sitting in front of unconscious human in wolf from. She would have been married, living her dream with Axel. Adult Veronica laughed mentally at her younger self with having dreams and hopes of being with Axel or being married and having this happily ever after. This was a nightmare she wished it didn’t come true; but here she was, worried about human. At the same time, she wanted to walk away. There was no way of phasing back just to wake him up. She didn’t have another pair of clothes. She looked at Catcher’s blazer and knew it wouldn’t cover much of her then she looked at Rafael and figured it would be huge but it would cover her entirely.
Veronica got on her four paws and nudged Rafael’s leg with her nozzle. She growl-barked at him and in her mind she was yelling at him to wake up. Her eyes drifted to Catcher, seeing him take his lighter out making her tilt her head. Knowing Catcher and what had happened, she wouldn’t be surprised if he imagined lighting up Rafael like a bonfire. This giant needs to wake up or I’m leaving his ass behind. I would support C on burning him. Should have effin listened when Catcher warned him. Buff daddy clearly listens to no one. Thank fuckin god, he knows that I’m a wolf and not some fragile lady. She was tempted to put her two front paws on his body and lightly jump on him to wake him up. Just as she was tempted, she left that thought alone. She would do more damage than it was already done. If Sam was there, he would have been yelling at her right now and she would have ran while he took care of the damage she did.
She hung her head as she paced back and forth waiting for Caveman Romeo come back to real world. Night has been filled with rage, booze and ongoing thank you for him. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. When will this end? I’m seriously about to dip and let Claude handle it. She stopped in her track, looked into darkness of the clearing then at Catcher, she gave him wolfish smile and ran for the hills. She wasn’t going to wait for him to wake up when she could be tasting freedom. In her wolf form, she ran as fast she can, with tongue flying out of her mouth, panting and loving cold air on her face.
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2021 17:55:25 GMT -5 by Veronica Call
Post by Claudius Galloway on Aug 11, 2021 19:16:24 GMT -5
Claude was back up on the roof of the building facing Bella Italia packing his notebooks and spy gadgets he had left on the roof when his phone began to buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and read the message. Catcher had sent him some random message about needing to pick up Raf at a mountain clearing nearby. Shaking his head he sent a message back telling him that he would be there soon. He didn't really understand all that transpired but from the message but from what he could tell his wolf buddy didn't seem too happy. Seeing it was basically his fault the date had turned out the way it did because of the information he was feeding through text, he quickly finished what he was doing and left.
Hopping from quickly from roof to roof he moved through the city invisible to the city below. It didn't take him long to reach the tree line, sniffing the hair it could clearly smell the scent of a wolf, as he got closer pictures began to flash in his head as picked up Cather's scent next then Rafeal's. Something had happened between these three and he was interested to hear the story. Any story about a human finding out about the supernatural world was always interesting to hear but this one he had more interest in seeing it was his most recent research subject who was involved.
Slowing down then he reached the edge of a road and he could clearly see Raf's jeep, and Catcher motorcycle parked on the side of the road ,there laying in the grass was the big hawian looking as though he was taking a nap. He strolled casually across the road and stood at Raf's feet, he looked over at Catcher and scratched his hair. He removed his bowtie, tucked it into his jacket pocket and undid the tip-top buttons on his dress shirt. " Let me guess, girly got mad and transformed into a fluffy puppy and the hawian hunk passed out?"
Claude kicked Raf in the bottom of the foot twice and he stared slightly, seeming like he was coming back around a bit. "So one quick question, what should I tell him?" Claude shrugged his shoulders. He had told people before he was a vampire but none ever believed him. All his strange conspiracy theories and stories people always thought he was just a weird eccentric guy making up tales. " Ronaldo should I just come out and be surprised you moved to a place infested with human dog monsters? I bet he believe that right? "
Post by Catcher Reeves on Aug 12, 2021 13:18:43 GMT -5
She was obviously restless, and he didn’t say anything since she wouldn’t be able to respond. He had watched Veronica pace agitatedly, moving around Rafael and changing positions to try to be patient. In the end, she gave him a funny smile and raced off into the wilderness the way she should have; the way he planned for them coming here. This was no one’s fault; just some cataclysmic thing that was supposed to come to pass. Eventually Rafael deserved to know about them, and it would take a load off everyone trying not to be themselves, talking about things in front of him in a manipulated way, clearly hiding something on purpose; it just emphasized Rafael as the outsider and the man kept throwing himself against that wall. He got what he wanted, this was what being in the circle meant; all that was left for him were the mountain lions and just about every wonder of the world.
When Claude showed up he was relieved. It wasn’t that he didn’t get a confirmation reply; he just didn’t want to be waiting for this man to open his eyes. He wouldn’t have stayed at all if it wasn’t a debate about morals, and the fact Rafael could actually run into danger out here, leaving Veronica guiltier if that happened; he had to make the right call as oddly enough, Claude mattered so much to him. It was a jarring place to be; having to tell someone you didn’t like or care about that they were going to be alright, that technically you were there for them when really a second ago, you wished to punch them.
”Yea...”It was exactly what went down. Claude started kicking at the sole of Rafael’s shoes, the vibrations seemed to move him but he was still sprawled out unconscious. He had to think about what to tell Rafael when he awakened but he really had nothing but the truth and that wasn’t anything he had to do before. ”Really would’ve been best if V told him but he’ll just have to faint until he gets over it now.” It seemed pitiful that the man would have no comfort in knowing, it was irreversible knowledge and from what he had seen with Embry and Raven, it was only her love for him that conquered the fear and confusion. He had never witnessed anyone else deal with this and Jake never talked about Bella to him.
Catcher sighed, momentarily empathizing with Rafael’s loss of naivety; diving headfirst after Veronica since he saw her was quite a big mistake but he felt for it on some level. ”You should tell him you’re a vampire. He might not believe you for a while but beats me coming out with anything right after. He’s gonna think everything is a joke if I say something first. We aren’t exactly friends…” Looking back at Rafael, he frowned and put the lighter away, adjusting the smoke with a habitual motion between a short drag. Upon hearing Claude call them dog monsters, he shot him a surprised and amused glance, letting out a soft chuckle and shaking his head, backing away from the body, curiously looking at the surfer, cogs turning in his head. It seemed funny then, what transpired shed a whole new light and he imagined just poking him with a dandelion in the nose, screwing around.”You could do that... it depends how well you know him…”
As a Claude’s costumer he would have seen him in just about any get up, and if he had put up with all that at a strip club, what was the problem with one more thing. That was like seeing Claude in his element with very little left to the imagination.”Yea, why not. Just say that.” He started nodding minutely but quickly, patting Claude on the shoulder and running a hand through his hair, weary of the whole situation. ”I’m just glad you came, I would have had to leave him here.”
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2021 13:21:13 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Claudius Galloway on Aug 14, 2021 18:50:11 GMT -5
There wasn't a perfect way to handle this situation,but because I was called in like superman he would try his best to do what he could to help. [[font color="ddb945""Even if she told him he'd probably have believed her either. That is the problem with humans, if they are not believers they have to see things with their own eyes."[/font[/font] Claude threw his hands up in the air and waved them around a little bit while he spoke."Sometimes that doesn't even work." Rubbing his chin he began to pace circles around Rafeal wondering what the best way to wake him up. He could always ask Catcher to bite him but that probably wouldn't be the best idea either. He still didn't understand just seeing someone change into a wolf would turn a guy like Raf into a Jello mold.
"Well, Vampires are really not supposed to tell humans that we exist, it's kind of a law I guess." [/b]Claude couldn't mention he was a vampire but maybe Catcher could and it would solve all their problems. He'd still probably have to show Raf his fangs or something but the sooner he finds out the better they all wouldn't have to hide anymore. Claude snapped his finger and pointed at Catcher."I got it, Ronaldo, you tell him I'm a vampire. I'll tell him your little boozy buddy and all of her friends are jumbo demon dogs and hell cats.You call Virginia back in. If he passes out again then I'll pick him up, carry him home and tuck him into bed and in the morning I'll make him waffles and tell him it was all a dream." Claude felt more confident with every word he spoke. This plan would probably work and if it didn't then they have to just knock him into a coma or something.
Reaching down Claude grabbed Raphael around an ankle and hoisted him up in the air one handed. He just held him there till the colour went back to his face. Watching Raf's hair dangle, Claude shook him around slightly pretending he was sleeping on the grass. It only took about fifteen seconds for Raf to start making groaning noises when he started to flail slightly Claude set him back down gently. "Welcome back to the land of the living Raffy" He stood over his friend looking down at him with a crooked smile letting one of his fangs show more prominently.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Aug 18, 2021 0:22:58 GMT -5
What Claude said was accurate; it was why he didn’t particularly spend any time with humans. Most of the time he never phased, so they couldn’t tell the difference and it seemed he blended well enough, he didn’t always remember the wolf side. He had no idea vampires couldn’t tell people what they were, it was the first time he was hearing of this although he figured if they didn’t set rules, they’d go around saying and doing whatever they wanted, superior to humans.
Instinctively he reached for his phone to call Veronica but realised she had left her purse and belongings with him, it was sitting right on his bike seat and he was puzzled. How would he telepathically sound a wolf signal to her without phasing and he looked down at his clothes. She didn’t have clothes either and he looked from Rafael to Claude, thinking about how she’d be naked and debated stripping down to phase; Claude had a way of making everyone end up undressed.”Just give me a second.”
He was disgruntled about getting everything over with all at once. Leaving Rafael at home to wake up and come back looking for him and Veronica to settle this insane score was going to be worse to deal with if he dealt with it at all. As Claude dangled the giant man upside down so his long hair trailed on the grass and his beard flopped, he looked at his friend, suppressing a laugh and walked back to his motorcycle, taking off the jacket while kicking off his shoes. It was like watching a child toy with a play thing and he wondered how Claude had no interest in the blood that flowed so clearly to Rafael’s head when it was food; he could almost smell the iron, taste the metal just seeing it engorge the veins in his neck and temple. Remembering Claude’s research interests about phasing, he suddenly recalled an image of him jumping up and down in the woods trying to see him in the bush when they met ‘bigfoot’, removing his buttoned shirt and the rest of his clothing items rapidly, trying to concentrate.
Rafael was stirring and he glimpsed a shine on Claude and his toothy smile, he would have to do this before he fully regained consciousness.
Tossing everything so it draped in shambles on the bike, he ran with a purpose, and in a leap of free falling forwards, the feeling was as much of a drop as it was a collision to the ground, quick as a flash bang. Nails sharpened into claws, bones forcibly bent and twisted so fast in the blink of an eye; he didn’t have to see red, the blood of angry men. He saw black, the dark of ages past and he turned, changing like a bullet fired with a lightning spark. Over time, the coat of blue and silver had darkened as he grew an unusual mixture that fluffed to reveal the lighter shade beneath the tips of hair. In the dawn, he reflected the light, more iridescent blue than blackened; the grey shades the most distinct wolf resemblance and the only thing that made the ashen tones gleam. Sprinting to the edge of the meadow, he was still in sight of Claude and he stopped there, searching with his thoughts. He could feel the magnifying view of the vampire’s eyes, listening for a shadow of her and conjuring a voice that projected, echoing to Veronica’s mind.
She was long gone and there was no indication of her coming homeward bound, as he shut his eyes, basking under the light that flickered across the blades as the clouds rolled by ahead as he stood a statue. A brief moment and his head threw back, his ears flattened and he howled until his breath ran out, a chilling alarm to all prey and nature was still as mists of air in the dewy morning flowed out with the call of the wild.
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2021 0:52:41 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Veronica Call on Aug 18, 2021 11:54:32 GMT -5
Wolf ran as far and fast as she could away from her friends and Rafael. This was issue that she didn’t want to create and seemed running away was perfect. It seemed that’s what she was good at, running away from problem then regretting for leaving. Veronica felt bad about leaving Catcher behind when he could have been running in the woods with her. It seems like it’s been forever since both of them were running in their wolf form together.
She was on top of cliff, sitting and looking ahead of empty meadow, wondering what was happening back in the clearing. Her mind drifted into thinking she wasn’t capable of being in love, she doesn’t deserve to be loved by anyone but herself and the record she had with two guys, made her think she was better off being alone. Friends were there but her heart ached more when she would see new love form within two people while dating. They have their whole life ahead of them and everyone of them has went through something that no one will know or understand. She often found herself thinking about how life would have been if she was normal human being and falling in love with the right guy who’s rough, protective yet sweet. It was a dream, a thought of being normal that would never come true for her.
Rafael was a sweet, cheesy yet annoying guy in Veronica’s eyes however he did not deserve to be treated wrong by her. Feeling guilty by her actions of leaving him behind with her friends, she stood on four paws and slowly made her way back to the clearing. She hated the fact that Rafael came into her life with a storm, making her question everything in her life and he was rather sweet. Truth be told, Veronica does not see herself being with Rafael. Back of her mind she told herself that he can’t handle her and what threw her off was that certain things he would say make her second guess everything about her choices of not being with him. Veronica sensed he had some messed up part of his life that he might be trying to forget and wanted to start fresh. Will it break girl code if she went on a date and started hanging out with him more? Candi had told her that she liked Raf and wanted to make things right. Veronica didn’t want to break the code, fall for a man blindly when her heart hasn’t healed yet and more importantly, was she even ready for a relationship? Veronica thought about girl code and Candi while feeling more guilty that she may have broken that code and Candi’s trust by agreeing to a date with a man she liked and Rafael had rejected her.
Veronica stopped in her tracks when her ears picked up howl. A chill ran down her spine, making her run towards the howl. Her paws hitting wet ground as her lungs filled with crisp wood musk smell; just the way she liked it. Her nozzle cringed at the smell of vampire, still hasn’t gotten used to smell of vampire when she was in a wolf form. It was lot stronger as wolf than human form. ‘Did he wake up yet? Why are you in your wolf form? I would’ve came back eventually, love.’ Veronica saw Catcher standing there like a statue, admiring him in his true wolf form for the first time in ages. She saw him in his wolf form when they first met Claude who was looking for ‘barefoot’ though it looks and hits different when looking at his wolf form when being one. ‘I’m sorry for leaving you to deal with this mess. This was my fault. I can handle it if you and Claude want to leave. I will drag his ass back to Cullen’s and speak with him.’ It was time for her to take responsibility of Rafael and explain who and what she is. He deserves an explanation from her, not for anyone else. She wanted to do this right. She walked closer to Catcher, gave him a short nod and ran towards where Rafael and Claude were.
He’s out cold. Must be dreaming about all those fishes in the sea or pussys. We will never know. Shaking her head, she pushed Rafael’s unconscious body a little to wake him. She remembered when Jacob had phased in front of Bella for the first them, she didn’t have reaction like Rafael did. Then again, Bella’s dating a vampire and where there is a vampire there is a wolf. Or Bella wasn’t human and she was some sort of an alien who wanted nothing more to enjoy what human life has to offer. Her eyes trailed to Claude, wondering what he was thinking in that brain of his for having human friend. They could have been his food if he didn’t hunt. He could easily turn into bloodthirsty beast and hurt his dear friend. A little fear did set in her body thinking who he could possibly sink his teeth into. She let go of that thought and made way to Rafael’s jeep to get his blazer.
She transformed back into two legged naked human being before reaching the jeep. Her bones and body ached for few seconds as she stepped closed to the jeep. Opening passenger door, she grabbed Rafael’s blazer and wore it. Blazer was huge on her, her hands were hiding inside the sleeve, length of the blazer fell little above her knees; she buttoned blazer up, thankful that it was covering her ladies and naked butt. Blazer still had fresh, citrusy and musk smell on it and little bit of Rafael, she thought about keeping the blazer with her forever and Rafael could buy another one if he wanted. It’s not like he would mind. Let’s find out. Veronica thought about what the next step would be in explaining things to Rafael and his reaction. She didn’t care if he or anyone saw her naked when she phased back. She was confident in her own skin and it’s not like they haven’t seen what a naked women looks like. She looked at herself on the side door mirror, wiping away dirt and gunk from her face then ruffled her hair to make it look little presentable.
Veronica walked barefoot towards men with a big smile on her face. “Claude, hope your research didn’t go to waste. Next time you want spy on a date, just ask. And don’t tag anyone along with you.” She leaned against Catcher’s bike, loving how it felt sitting on it while cool wind hit her flesh and hair; she opened her clutch and sprayed some of her perfume on her next and behind her ears. She felt little dirty after her run, needed to spray something on her skin so she doesn’t smell. “What’s the situation with big guy? He seems to be coming out but very slowly. If you want, you and Catcher can leave. Just help me put his body in the jeep and I’ll take him back to my place. I will tell him about you being a vampire so you don’t get your head chopped off by the Volturi.”
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2021 12:18:42 GMT -5 by Veronica Call
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Aug 18, 2021 15:56:03 GMT -5
Very slowly Rafael began to awaken feeling a little groggy and groaned he began to open his eyes, he had heard Claude welcoming him back to the world of the living but he still hadn't opened his eyes fully, blinking a few times he looked up and Claude who looked like he had fangs. He must still be dreaming. He could feel the damp grass below his fingers, he was still in the meadow. It wasn't until he heard Veronica's voice did he even actually decide to move "vultures?.." He moved himself to sit up slowly holding his head, it actually hurt pretty bad. "That thing was certainly no vulture I just saw come out of Veronica." He turned his head to the left and there she was standing. Veronica was wearing his blazer she almost looked child like cover in his oversized garment.She was standing there with a giant wolf, terrified of the beast he tried to get up but his legs were still shaky beneath him. So instead he got on his knees and grabbed onto the sleeve of the blazer and tried to pull Veronica close. "What the hell get away from that..that thing..it is a dangerous animal." He pulled her down and positioned himself in front of him. Flashes came back of the seconds before he passed out, Veronica exploding out of her clothes into a wolf. He looked over to see the tattered pieces of her dress on the ground. He smacked himself in the face trying to clear his mind. Something had happened Veronica had become a wolf in front of his eyes and now she was back to normal."Wait a minute.. if it exploded into a wolf but you're okay..then what in the hell is that thing."
What shocked him more was that Claude wasn't even scared of the overgrown wolf in front of them. Raf had never seen a wolf that big before; whatever was going on he needed an explanation.He looked over at Claude, he still had fangs and his eyes looked blacker than normal. "Claude say something and take out those stupid teeth...is this all a prank ? Why aren't you moving." He didn't know what to do, he was too frightened to move himself. He was just kneeling in front of the blue gray wolf staring it in the face, he felt behind him tapping Veronica leg she hadn't moved either. Slowly getting to his feet he kept his eyes on the wolf in front of him and slowly looked at the other two. "Someone owes explain to me what going on.. and don't tell me this monster is Reevs. "
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2021 10:49:45 GMT -5 by Rafael Wolfe
Post by Catcher Reeves on Aug 19, 2021 3:37:03 GMT -5
The paws of the wolf flattened patches on the earth. The call had returned her to them and she dashed past him, transforming with enough time to dress her bare body in an oversized piece of clothing. Her thoughts had entered his head for the first time in so long he froze; blanking his own responses so much she never received anything. He was never good with unnecessary apologies and decisions he could not influence so his thoughts walled off from her, a blockade stronger than when he was human. Closing the distance to the group, he saw the man struggle to stand, roused from his fainting spell, moving into a kneeling position on the ground as she was pulled down beside him. It looked like Rafael was attempting to be protective, his stance holding his ground while relying on Veronica’s companionship to get him through this. As he remained in front of her, evidently wary of this beast form, Catcher watched him in a different way. Like this, anything was on the table, anything was game, and he was triggered in confrontation. As this, he had very little charity, and almost no humanity; it was the last form he had been in with the pack, completely battered of compassion. The only time he was ever like this without Seth was when he wanted to hunt, open to commit a crime; it was traumatic stress, as thrilling feelings of violence electrified him. There was no better point of being this way but to pay a price, or make someone forfeit the only thing they had to offer. Even Veronica’s presence stayed his frenzy very little, slipping into nothing as her existence bitterly repelled him of love; an animal he had become, inside out, that he couldn’t escape.
He paced very slowly back towards them, lowering his head as he walked to peer at the now smaller frame of a human man. Chunks of thick fur bristled with static in the wind as he peered at Rafael, suspiciously unhinged as his human side changed with the silent lurking. In a precise circle around him, madness was a gift that didn’t deny what he felt. Something about phasing separated his existence and he was watching this prey like a rogue menace, playing with the pounding beat of Rafael’s heart that was loudly drumming the hollow of his ears. He didn’t look down at him, maintaining an unblinking stare at the same level, a gaze still as a carcass in contrast to the shiftiness of his body. The organ was loud and uneven now in Rafael’s chest, his squaring movements making the human increasingly nervous as he lived for the undoubted fear that showed in the poor man’s eyes.
The thing was both him, and a monstrosity he now considered a sickness. The smoke in his airways had expelled enough Claude was reeking and what felt like a twitch of his nose, was more a snarl that curled so his gums bared the edges of his fangs as he licked the irritation away. It was rare to see the Claude’s teeth and he contemplated this was an epic scene of monsters and men. She kept talking and he threw an antagonizing look their way for increasingly babying this situation. The more Rafael flailed, the more everyone was coddling him, and he was the hyena stalking to put the fear of God in him so he never had to deal with Rafael again; he had enough from Candela to determine they could never be friends. It was that train of thought when he saw her concerned expression, one he could not face tonight for forgetting to let her know he was missing and suddenly he realised he felt obligation more than harassment or causing trouble.
He straightened to full height and turned over to his clothes, picking up his shirt by the collar with his snout so it draped, willing himself for much longer than it should have been, to phase back; he could barely control it. His body didn’t want to return yet and it was sharp, tingling pain as he forced hair to shed, skin to rip until he stood there still biting on the long white sheet. Hands stiff and joints cracking, he snatched his underwear, pants and started putting those on without bothering to button his shirt, staring at his phone to see the time, and texts that made the singular missed call more of a fuck up on his part. He didn’t know if Candela had moved on from Rafael but it felt like he had done something wrong not to reprimand himself from having any type of exchange with him; he wasn’t even sure why he gave a damn if she still valued that man but he did and frustration showed. He had to form a lie to her, an excuse that was believable and he had absolutely no clue; ignoring her would only make him more wrong and he was too self-righteous to let that blister but she didn't know anything about shapeshifters either. He began considering buying something distracting for her to manipulate the odds. Swinging his jacket back on in fluid motion, he jerked the lapel roughly, adjusting it firmly and held his hands out to Rafael in a display indicating his answer; he was the monster, all of it was real.
”He didn’t tag anyone along. I did.” His words cut like piss in snow, with an arrogance meant to infuriate her suitor, speaking matter-of-factly to Veronica and giving her a short fake smile as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it attractively. ”Don’t worry, it was all me and I’m done.”Her future was safe from him and the dreaded C boys, he sarcastically thought with the residual hurt. He turned his head to Rafael, clutching the electronic device, afraid it would ring while he was unprepared or that he would send something accidentally. ”He’s a vampire… He can’t take out those teeth. If this was a prank I wouldn’t be here.” It was a stern reply, not beating about the bush but omitting the swear words he had thought of including so he would seem less uncompromising. ”And, Uh… he drinks blood.” Looking to the side then back at the confused person, he was smirking as he added, considering something as he winked at Claude.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2021 4:15:45 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves