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Charlie always found house pets to be useless. He understood the fascination with small creatures you could train, having them obey to your commands, following orders --- it sounds like a power trip he couldn’t resist. Though they died quickly, some even naive to their masters will. Not to mention they were fragile, fragile as any person in this town. “Isn’t she beautiful? I found her on top of a roof,” he mused with a sly grin, looking down at the cat in his lap, then upwards to a pair of eyes. “I don’t know what I’ll do with her... maybe she could be a snack?” A short pause of silence, eyes staring coldly at the person in front of him, a wicked laugh soon following after. “I’m just joking, I’m not so cruel.” Or was he? The climate of the town was rocky with all the deaths occurring, and Charlie sure enjoyed making people feel uncomfortable. 

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After all these years, Gabriel still wasn’t used to losing the people who had been a part of his life. It was especially a hard pill to swallow knowing that someone in this town was looking to make a statement, as if the first death wasn’t enough. 

It was frustrating to not have any answers. It was frustrating to walk around and not know if the person you were passing is the one doing these things, or possibly even the next victim. And while at first Gabriel had been so worried at first that the Faust pack would come under fire for the Jones’ girl, he felt all worries diminish with Annice. He knew his clan wouldn’t do this, he’d steak his life on it. 

Gabriel sat at the front counter shop of Dine & Dash, allowing each and every thought he had eat at his mind. Running his hand over his closed eyes and down the rest of his face, the brunette lets out a deep and long sigh, allowing a scowl to rest on his face seconds later. “This is despicable,” he mutters more to himself than anyone else, then lifting a mug he had gotten of hot chocolate and taking a sip, and then setting it back down. 

The headline of todays newspaper didn’t faze the second oldest of the Faust family. In fact, he found it strange that his brother seemed rather perturbed by the case. They had spent many generations together, many decades without one another, but death was inevitable, and they were bringers of it. 

No matter how hard he tried to be empathic with this town and its losses, Charlie only felt more distant with everyone else. He had been acquainted with death far too long to feel sentimental emotions with anyone else who has passed. The only death that could possibly hurt him would be if one of his siblings were taken away by the grim reaper, but these are thoughts he wouldn’t say out loud (certainly not to his family). 

“They are dropping like flies, wouldn’t you say, brother? A shame I wasn’t apart of it,” he teased in a low whisper, one that only Gabriel could hear. He held his hand up, informing one of the waitresses to bring him a cup of black coffee. "Doesn’t this town have hunters? Where are they? I would say they’re doing a terrible job at keeping their people safe, don’t you think?”

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not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties

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