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reading my own writing: boy, you sure like your commas, don’t you,

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alwcysachoice:

“Oh, I didn’t know you were psychic too.” It amazed her how sure he was that everything was going to be that easy.  Hating to be so pessimistic, the way her life was Bonnie knew that nothing was as easy as he spoke it to be. Not even anything as simple as getting gas.  Anytime anything was that simple, she always knew that trouble was always right around the corner. And half the time, it always was.

Forgetting her sunglasses back in the car she raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun to get a better look at the buildings coming up just ahead of them.  As she stared she couldn’t help but to get the most strangest of feeling.  A feeling as if something wasn’t too right. “Tell me I’m not the only one who thinks this is all a little too convenient.”  Was she paranoid? Possibly, but at the end of the day she had every right to be. Nearly in the middle of nowhere, the town had to be a dead one or some kind of set-up. There was no in-between.

Freddy would be lying if he said he didn’t feel what Bonnie was feeling, but whereas she took heed, Freddy pushed it off as being too suspicious. They were in an unknown area, there was bound to be some type of hesitation. “It might be,” He says, shifting his eyes to her before moving towards the door. “But it also could just be great timing on our part.” Freddy goes to pull open the door and everything looks fine. It’s mostly quiet, a pop song playing softly in the background, nothing looks too disheveled... 

... except the gas station attendant sitting at the window, whose face is completely bloodied, neck at a weird angle with the throat slit, he stares at the two of them with no light in his eyes. His death was that of shock before he got his neck snapped. “Shit...” Freddy breathes, moving over to the window. 

“With those kinds of marks, he had to have been knocked around a couple of times, which means someone propped him back up in his seat after he was killed...“ He turns to Bonnie, an unreadable expression set in his features. “You probably right, this might be a lil trappy-trap.”

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fcrinas:

“We don’t h-h-have to k-keep…g-g-going, you know.” She keeps focus on the glow of gas station lights, cautious of the other and their personal space while inside the car. “Th-There’s a p-p-place where w-we can st-st-stay…i-if you don’t f-feel like dr-driving anym-more.”

Ezra shakes his head, eyes flicking upwards as lights pass over the windshield of the car, engine purring as cruise control keeps them going an even speed. He has one hand on the wheel and one leaning against the door handle. He scratches the side of his face. “Nah, I’m good. Unless you wanna stop then we can...” He says, bobbing his head to the Zayn album playing on bluetooth.

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Yusss!!! My plan was to find the dead gas station attendant and discover from there, so we're definitely both on the same track! Maybe they find the dead body, do some discovering and then BAM SURROUNDED

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alis-valot-propriis:

“I don’t think I ever really thought it was cool until I left for college and thought about how that whole thing was a pretty unique experience to my life. Though, I was kind of an anomaly. Not too many other banshees in town besides me,” Lydia tells him. 

She laughs softly at his joke, shaking her head, “I’m sure you do.” He’s funny, which was not something she expected when she first met him. 

Lydia follows after him, feeling a little on edge because of all the adrenaline she was still feeling the effects of. She takes the helmet from him and settles it on her head and securing the straps. She looks out at the beach and the people milling around. It seemed no matter how far she got from Beacon Hills there was alway going to be an opportunity to save someone. She shakes off her thoughts, turning to get onto the bike behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist, “As I’ll ever be.” 

“It’s not bad though right? It’s become a part of who you are--kinda like me now that I think about it. We both use our voices as weapons.” He says before taking off back to his apartment. Thankfully, he’s feeling good enough to really ride, so he takes the scenic route back home, catching the bold reflection of the three o’clock sun on the sparkling water.

He pulls into his parking lot and kicks up his bike next to Lydia’s Prius. IDespite the fact that he’s feeling better, his heart still pangs a slightly guilty note. You open with things like ‘guess what i have excellent tongue game’ and ‘i have this kick ass motorcyle’ not ‘i have sharp teeth and a tail’... regardless, Lydia has taken this all in stride and he could not be more grateful.

He feels like he hasn’t said it enough. “You’re seriously great for not running off back there.” He says, trailing fingers along her collarbone. “Thanks.” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Race you to the door.” And he breaks into a run.

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luncgift:

“Take it as a precaution. We live far out, anyone who comes out here can have two reasons, they’re looking for us or they are lost.” His shoulders shrugged of the statement from the mans lips. It took a moment but finished the gesture before resting his hands behind his back. “One of my men can take you back to the nearest on map town Harminder.”

“Hmm. And what if I’m looking for you, Shiloh... alpha?” Harminder lifts an eyebrow, smirks and then the lights in the room start to flicker. There’s that signature shift in his irises, expanded pupils with orange, yellow and red edges like perpetually burning embers on coal. It’s as terrifying as it is interesting.