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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 3:19 pm
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▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Zane▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Acacia▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
➸Striker's Clan➸Shrieking Shack Bouncer➸
Come a w a y little light come a w a y to the darkness, In the shade of the ☽☾night☽☾ we will come looking for you.
✘The fledgling smiled. "That would be bad for both of us," he laughed. However, she had a valid point. What if the woman did break free? Zane had no idea if he and Cinq could contain her. The woman proabably wouldn't be in a good mood when she woke up, and if she knew that Strike and the werewolf were gone, she would try to get free.
He laughed again as he heard the professor call the Family bad. "You think I don't know that? I'm offended. I mean if I thought they were good, I certainly wouldn't agree with this woman being in the state she's in," he replied, thinking back to the previous night. "I think something was said about a cottage in Barnsley, but that was last night. The note we were left with didn't give much of anything," Zane explained. He really wanted the headmistress to go. He didn't want either of his secrets getting out.✘
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 3:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 3:40 pm
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✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ☾Headmistress ☽ ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
♡ιηαяι εvεяηιgнт♡
мσσ∂ ---& {Determined}
❝I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along❞
❝Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong❞
❝I'll pull the trigger in a flash❞
With a slight nod of her head, she let out a sigh."I am aware that they are powerful but since the two men in question that I was seeking out have headed to them, they might need some help themselves. The family is trained in killing vampires and wolfs. They have taken out the vampire council and Strike and his off spring are all that is left."She explained. She was not going to sit back and wait, that was just not her style. "I need to find Jack, they have him and I don't know how long they will keep him." She explained, doing her best to keep her voice level. She couldn't stand the though of him being dead. Her heart clenched and her breath caught. She would not let that happen, even if it meant doing something stupid like going into a death trap.
❝Watch out honey, step back❞
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 8:56 pm
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Strike stumbled into the shop, feeling light headed and nauseous. He hated traveling like that. Whatever it was called. He hated it. He couldn't stand the sensations it forced his body to endure. It was unnatural, uncomfortable, and, most importantly, unpleasant. Did he mention how much he hated traveling like that?
The vampire entered the shop, hands in the air, "I didn't know, werewolf," he honestly hadn't. Rushing in like that, he thought that he'd be able to tear apart those idiots, The Family. He had hoped. Apparently, they were smarter than Strike wanted to believe.
But why had he lived? Staked, yet alive? Strike's head swam at the thought.
"I have no idea what happened,"
He turned his head and looked at his fledglings. Then... a mortal? "Who's this?" he hesitated, there was a scent on her...◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: I lived! What I'm doing: Entering the shop Who I'm with: Jason, one of The Family, Cian, a woman, Cinq, and Zane Where I am: Dogweed and Deathcap
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:51 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:39 pm
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✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ☾Headmistress ☽ ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
♡ιηαяι εvεяηιgнт♡
мσσ∂ ---& {Determined}
❝I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along❞
❝Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong❞
❝I'll pull the trigger in a flash❞
Her mind was made up, she needed to find those men. She was about to turn to leave when the door opened. Her hand tighten on her wand, ready for anything at this point. In came the familiar face of the owner, Jason Hill. Another man accompanied him, and guessing by the feel he gave her, this was Strike. He asked who she was, though not dircted at her. Looking to Jason as he did speak to her, she greeted him."Mr. Hill, good to see you again, though we really must meet under happier terms some day. I was called to my attention that we have quite a big issue to deal with."She quickly explained, turning to strike, she smiled as best she could."Mr. Strike, I am Inari Evernight, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a pleasure to meet you, I have heard little but I was told to see you out on this endeavor. Though it appears you need to feed, so you can properly heal." She concluded by the bloody hole in his shirt. He made her uncomfortable but nothing she couldn't push past at this point, she new that he was powerful but then again so was she. She gestured to the girl."I would not trust a thing she says unless you have her under a spell, I did bring some potion with me though I'm sure Mr. Hill will have a stronger brew than I."
❝Watch out honey, step back❞
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:08 pm
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There was the smirk that Strike was famous for, right on his face. It was cruel, yet laughing at a joke that only he knew. It was cunning and alluring all at once. When this woman introduced herself as the headmistress, his smirk appeared with his infamous head tilt. All he could do was approach her, "Well, well, Miss Evernight," he was right in front of her, staring down into her cold blue eyes. Like ice shards piercing into Strike's, "You smell like a vampire," he whispered as he leaned in to take her scent. But not just any vampire... Strike's purple eyes widened for a second, the smirk falling as quickly.
"How interesting," he whispered, leaning away from her. He wasn't sure how to take this. Well, Arachnid was his own vampire now, even though the fledgling needed his help now more than ever. Still... with a human? Strike made a disgusted face, and then turned away towards the woman on the ground.
He was on top of her in seconds, "I don't care if she doesn't even tell me where Arachnid is, just let me break her," the growl that came from him rumbled deep within his chest. He wanted to tear this human apart. How dare she send him into a trap! And expect to take him down. Her eyes were wide with fear as Strike lifted her from the ground in her petrified state.
Strike laughed cruelly, "You look surprised to see me walking," he gently stroked the woman's face, her eyes eerily following his hand's motions, "I suppose you thought the infamous Strike would have simply disappeared. And, honestly, I thought I was,"
He glanced at Jason, "For that," Strike hesitated, the words struggling to escape his mouth, "I thank you werewolf." It was sincere, if not slightly awkward in coming out. He had never thanked a werewolf before, and he never thought he would.◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: I lived! What I'm doing: Scaring the hell out of this woman Who I'm with: Jason, one of The Family, Cian, Inari, Cinq, and Zane Where I am: Dogweed and Deathcap
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:12 pm
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▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Zane▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Acacia▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
➸Striker's Clan➸Shrieking Shack Bouncer➸
Come a w a y little light come a w a y to the darkness, In the shade of the ☽☾night☽☾ we will come looking for you.
✘So that was her name. Professor Evernight, although perhaps Zane could call her Inari now. After all, she wasn't his teacher anymore, and she certainly wasn't his headmistress. However, he should probably still respect her. Something told the fledgling that the professor could easily end him if he wasn't careful.
Zane was surprised to hear Strike thank the werewolf. After all, the two creatures never got along. Maybe they did, long ago in the ancient days, but they certainly did not get along in modern times. In fact, even Zane had to feel somewhat thankful to the werewolf. He had saved his clan leader's life. The wolf could have left him there to die, but he didn't.
He watched as the wizard knelt with Strike beside the strange, horrid woman. He watched not out of concern for the woman, but out of concern for the two men. Strike had just escaped death, and the wizard appeared to be on their side. The last thing he wanted was for either one of them to end up dead or injured. He already wanted to kill the woman enough as it was, and being someone who had already killed, that would not be a problem for him.✘
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