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◌ replies will be slow again because i’m working on the tag navigation still andddd maybe a playlist for damien that i may post a bit later.

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LYDIA.

Everything was happening so fast and Lydia barely had time to make sense of what was going on. One second, Damien was right behind her and the next he began to tackle the person who hit her. Lydia ran over to him to make sure he didn’t get hurt and she took notice of the way his eyes turned orange, even if it was just for a quick second. It made sense to Lydia- she rarely felt such a connection with anyone she had just met. It must have been because he was a hell-hound. Regardless, all Lydia knew was that she didn’t want Damien to get hurt. That’s why she found herself letting out a sigh of relief when he got up off the ground and he was perfectly fine.

“I’m alright. A punch in the face is surprisingly the least painful attack I’ve ever had.” She replied back sarcastically. Maybe it wasn’t the time for jokes- especially not awful ones like that. But Lydia couldn’t help herself. She was about to say something else when Lydia saw someone running towards both of them. A werewolf with claws out, it looked like they were ready to attack Damien. Without even a second though she went in front of him and screamed defensively, pushing her hands out and allowing the sound waves to go directly towards the person. The ground beneath Lydia started to shake as she screamed- she still hadn’t figured out how to control her newfound banshee strength completely but it worked. The werewolf went flying back into the fence along with the person Damien had pushed as well. Lydia looked over at him once it was over, hoping the boy wouldn’t run and scream out of pure fear of her.

chaos surrounded the harbingers of death, panic and disorder everywhere in the once thriving house party. damien can sense the fear which corroded others, the abnormally fast heartbeats and the frantic voices. damien’s mind is slowly set in motion to become haywire. cool, calm and collected were traits he normally held in situations weighed down by pressure but right now was far too different to allow himself such. the only thing which kept him anchored into reality and not losing his mind was the strawberry blonde in front of him. however, the actions that followed would open a whole new world for damien.

the moment lydia had moved in front of him, his mouth opened to protest but before he knew it, the werewolf which had began to approach unbeknownst had been thrown back against the fence. everything was happening so fast, it was difficult to process. confusion is worn across his features once again as eye contact was resumed with lydia. honey brown hues signed with curiosity, questions that needed to be asked but fear was no where to be seen. she was something like him, she was...something. he didn’t even realize that claws had shifted until he grazed his leg with his hand. it happened the moment the werewolf had started to approach. his body temperature was raising rapidly and honey brown hues flickered back similiar to the roaring flames inside of him. a hesitant smile was flashed in her direction, as a show of comradely. ❝ we gotta get out of here but we have to make sure no one else gets hurt...we need to find cover, make a gameplan. ❞ 

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LILLIAN.

The redhead heard the man speaking. Fire. Heat. Warmth. He wanted to unfreeze the pool, to help the people trapped beneath the ice. Panic welled inside Lillian and she reached forward, her chilly fingers wrapping around his shoulder. “You can’t!” she blurted, hastily adding. “You’ll freeze. You’ll be like the others.”

the physical contact caught him off guard and reflexes automatically caused his temperature started to sky rocket. his body was becoming warmer significantly but remained at a not so dangerous level.  ❝ i’m not like the others to begin with, ❞ his voice is deeper than usual, as if he saw her as a threat. a threat wouldn’t be so far off actually.

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ARGENT.

Chris easily climbed out of the tree and over the fence, guns ready, “what the hell is going on?”  His gaze roamed over the crowd, trying to find his kids.

❝ people are dying, ❞ damien's response was said with little thought, not even having realized he vocalized them. his attention shifted onto the man, instantly becoming even more uneased at the sight of the guns. hands were raised as a sign of peace and surrender, with no intention to make an enemy. this night was almost to much for damien, he had never really experienced anything like this. head was slowly shaken as eye contact was made with the other,  ❝ i don’t think you’d believe me if i told you, sir. ❞ 

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LYDIA.

Lydia didn’t care if Damien said he was fine, she wasn’t going to let him get hurt during her party. She had practically begged him to come and now his life was in danger. Was it strange that she felt such a strong need to make sure he was safe? Maybe, but given the way he talked about fire and their immediate connection Lydia already had a few theories. There was no time to talk about that, though. As Lydia’s eyes came across someone who seemed to be possessed attacking an innocent girl, Lydia ran over to them and hoped he would follow. She tried to get the person off but she just ended up getting hit in the face. “Damn it.” Lydia mumbled, annoyance clear in her tone of voice. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

facial features turned perplexed when lydia’s attention shifted else where and followed her line of sight. an innocent girl was being violently attacked by one of the people who were no longer themselves. as soon as lydia took off, he followed her before he even knew what he was doing. it was a reflex, to go wherever she went especially in the threat of combat or danger. he had to protect her, even if she could protect herself. he was a few strides behind her but the moment she got hit, he lost his composure. damien tackled the seemingly possessed person and their body felt as cold as ice and as hard as stone. something bad was happening, something really bad. for the briefest of seconds, eyes turned a fire like orange as he tried to restrain them before quickly faded back. three punches were dodged by damien due to hellhound reflexes as they stood up straight eventually leading to damien just shoving the person violently, sending them a few meters back to collide with the fence.

❝ you’re telling me,❞ damien replied as a few steps were taken back towards lydia, looking around vigilantly to estimate how much threat was still apparent. ❝ are you okay? you took quite a hit, ❞ words were quick spoken, well aware that things around them could change within a fraction of a second. he remained a step in front of lydia just in case.

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LYDIA.

“They’re already dead.” Lydia said as a tear rolled down her cheek. She could feel that a few of them in the pool had just passed, and the one who was still alive was close to death. The banshee couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She was actually going to be responsible for more death. “You need to get out of here.” She warned, turning her attention towards Damien now. She knew that people were guarding the doors but Lydia was willing to be a distraction if that meant one person could be saved.

damien’s heart dropped inside of his chest at lydia’s response, a sense of dread, sadness, frustration and anger washed over him like a tsunami. he had been hoping he was wrong, that the reason he couldn’t hear most of their heart beats was because it was frozen. the reality of the situation was being too late, not quick enough to respond to the danger and not being able to save them. innocent people were dead or close enough to it that there little that could be done.  ❝ i’m not leaving, not without you and not when people could be hurt. we have to do something, anything! i’m fine, i don’t think i can even be frozen, it’s okay...do you have any idea what’s going on?? ❞ 

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PAXTON.

he didn’t stop his laughter, it only turned to soft giggles.  ❝ yes, hound. the hound. bringer of death and destruction. ❞ he beamed, a wide grin spreading across his face.  ❝ the hound of hell. ❞ he stated, as though it were obvious that was what he meant.  ❝ i am born from hellfire. ❞ his smile only became wider, filled with large, sharp teeth.  ❝ HAH. what use would i have in killing them ?? boring. freezing. boring. too many lost souls already. no need to bring about more. ❞

❝ hilarious. ❞ brows dragged down into a furrow, confusion etched across sharp features but the anger and wrath still exuded from the hellhound. this man was sick and that’s the only way damien could explain it without the words ‘pure evil’. there’s trepidation caught in the gritting of his teeth and the snarl worn. calloused hands balled were balled into fists by his side before they started shifting into claws. he growled again, not as sure this time and confused by the man’s words. damien doesn’t know what to do, he would rush to the side of the victim if the predator wasn’t standing right by them. fuck. ❝ you don’t exactly seem to have much of a moral compass so i’d say you’d do it just because you can. what are you, some type of demon? ❞ he snarled.

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❝ do you...do you think fire could unfreeze them if we managed to get them out of the pool? we cant leave them in there, they’re DEAD if we do. ❞ damien never should have came to this party, it was a recipe for disaster the moment it had been planned. he shouldn’t have let lydia persuade him just should have taken another shift at the fire station instead. damien felt helpless and sick, this was never meant to happen.

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I’ll be the puppy. It’s what you say, people trust me.

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◌ i learned how to gif ??? it’s shitty but considering i’m a beginner, i think it’s kinda decent?? my friend asked me to gif the stuff below and yessss,fam, i am so happy. replies are on the way, i need to read over the plot drop and so on first though. if anyone wants to plot about the event, please let me know!  forgive me for not being as active, work’s been a bitch.

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◌ replies may be a bit slow because i’m working a huge navigation thing for damien. the excessive tagging was done for a reason, haha. 

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PAXTON.

that tone, the growl. he hated to even look at this guy. he knew exactly what he was thinking. he was thinking that pax was a monster. he was also probably thinking that pax was beacon’s new serial killer.  he put his hands up in surrender, turning to finally face the other male when his eyes grew dark and he took a step back, a hiss slithering from his throat. he had no control over his actions any longer.  ❝ the hound. ❞ he mutters, laughing.

alarms went off inside of his head and there’s an almost uncontrollable rage which rose inside of his chest. he can hear the angry crimson roads of blood which pounded in his ears and his heart which hammered against his rib cage. while damien has had plenty of confrontations in the past, it had only been with hunters and werewolves, not this. the other male has the upper hand in the sense of knowing what he was dealing with, damien’s instincts were something demonic , especially with the hiss, but he didn’t know how far abilities reached. he felt they were similar in some way, as if made by the same idea or person, though that’s another theory. at least damien had control of himself in both supernatural and human sense, something that the other seemed to lack. body temperature was rising significantly and stared at the other, refusing to break eye contact. there was no way in hell that damien would back down. the laughter was infuriating.  ❝ hellhound, and you are...? the monster that’s been freezing those people? KILLING THEM? ❞

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ALLISON.

Allison was already helping Lydia set up when people started to arrive. She smiled as a few people passed her as she slipped some lipstick on in the mirror. She wanted to have a good time tonight, despite what was happening, but was still on edge, knowing underneath her skirt, there was a dagger held into place by her holster. She licked her lips, moistening the nude pink lipstick she had placed on her lips and turned, smiling at the person in front of her. “Hey,” she said, her voice friendly.

❝ hey, ❞ his voice is quite, unsure and it’s apparent that he’s distracted by everything around him. it almost felt this was an overload to his sensory system but this, it was only the beginning. parties have never been damien’s scene, the lack of experience and the sheer awkwardness he maintained at times was a recipe for disaster. he tried to warn lydia but she had insisted, leaving little room for option or argument. a small smile was flashed at the women, obviously out of his element. he felt as if he even had to explain himself.  ❝ i’m damien, a recent friend of the birthday girl, she insisted on me coming here tonight - pretty sure she would drag me here anyways if i didn’t. all in good fun i think, i hope,  lydia’s just too hard to say no too, isn’t she?❞

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PAXTON.

all the people in the room started to make paxton uncomfortable. he would have escaped to his room or something, but he missed out on too many of lydia’s birthdays, and he wasn’t going to just ditch her again. flashbacks to a night he wished to forget kept racing through his mind, and finally he just walked off, grabbing the wrist of the nearest person and dragging them down an empty hallway.  ❝ i’m so sorry. ❞ he whispered, starting to drain the life from them. ever since he gave up the alcohol and the drugs, keeping in touch with this demon side of him seemed to be the only way to take the edge off.

damien instincts guided him through the party, the escalation in heart beat would lead him to think it was a hook up but the panic and pain soon became evident. there was something wrong and he had to do something. the hellhound paused for a fraction of a second when the scene played out in front of him. from damien’s perspective, a seemingly innocent teenager was being killed by this monster. a loud growl rumbled in his throat by reflex and to make his presence known. eyes flashed a reddish orange and it’s clear that he's ready to fight. damien, while normally secretive, didn’t care about being seen if it meant saving a life. this man - he knew he was something, whatever that something was it was bad. he let out another growl, louder than the last as the last warning he’d give ; ❝ let them go! NOW!❞ 

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the day is incomplete, the thoughts of total defeat.

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TALIA.

“Thanks, and it’s nice to meet you too.” Talia replied as she shook his hand. When he started to laugh she decided just to laugh too and play it off, hoping he didn’t question it anymore. She was relieved when he figured she thought he smelled good. She didn’t know if she considered ash and smoke good, so she simply nodded and laughed softly as she furrowed her eyebrows. “I think that’s the best option here, saves us both some embarrassment.”

❝ right, so.... are you a local here or just passing through? ❞ the hellhound had taken initiative and decided that it would be best for both of them to change to topic of discussion. he was sure it was simply a lapse in judgement or an impulsive, nothing that raised reason for concern or any legitimate issues. she had a good sense of humor about her and in fact was nothing but nice to him, damien was grateful for that. it had been a difficult case when it came to interacting with residents of beacon hills, so many people were so detached but he couldn’t blame them. he wondered if he lived here long enough if he would become as detached as well. he didn’t want that to happen. ❝ i just moved here, i’m still trying to get to know people but ah, it hasn’t been the easiest thing in the world. ❞