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sp0o0kylights · 2 years ago

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Like the Wolf Steve/Eddie Werewolf AU: Touchy

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A cute landing page I made where one of the links refuses to work because it sucks, I’m working on it: link

Reminder: This is not a/b/o, this is more “paranormal romance that inspired Twilight.” My version of Alphas and Omegas runs like a mixmash of Patricia Brigg’s, Ilonia Andrew’s, and Carrie Vaughn’s. There is no second gender, werewolves establish a hierarchy within a pack by who is most dominant/submissive, with two Alpha’s to a pack and Omegas being an extremely rare gift. Direct eye contact is considered a challenge and society has evolved to accept multiple types of Packs, including ones that include others beyond werewolves. All is explained in fic.

Capitol P Pack stands for the full-bore Magical Bond kind, lower case stands for the more social ones.

WARNINGS: Not a whole lot I feel like? I mention Patrick’s death but it breezed right on by.

Steve Harrington was touchy.

Not like Eddie was touchy, all bouncing energy, in and out of your face.

His was more…subtle.

Dare Eddie even say, proper.

Hand on the lower back, a gentle hold on the shoulder, offered elbows and arms kind of thing, the stuff straight from romance books the world over.

He'd even caught Eddie twice, one of which Eddie wasn't even falling in his direction for.

Eddie could physically track how comfortable Steve was growing purely by how many times he found the younger wolf handling him, and carefully concealed observation showed Steve was like this with his entire Pack.

Which meant that, maybe, there was some truth to Henderson's taunting, rather than just pure blatant hope that his two favorite older wolves would fall in the same Pack together.

Still, something in him didn't quite believe it.

It made sense if Dustin had misinterpreted things.

He liked Eddie.

Had joined the Hellfire Club, which was as much a micro social pack as any other school club was. Sure there weren’t any real pack bonds tied into it, not like the actual, real Pack Dustin was a part of, but the normal kind that made up primarily werewolf society.

It was natural for him to want everyone together, in the same way it was natural that Steve, a dominant as fuck Were, even if he seemed to own nothing more than brightly colored sweaters and soft polos, look after the people involved in this entire mess.

It didn't take long for Eddie to figure out Harrington was footing the bill for his food, something Henderson had smugly told him Steve refused to let anyone else contribute to (a point for his argument of "You're Pack, Steve just hasn't realized it yet)

What neither of them were considering, Eddie knew, was that Eddie himself was dominant.

For all his flair, the jokes about running and the way he could de-escalate a fight through humor alone, he wasn't one to roll over.

Never had been.

That was the kind of thing other Were’s didn’t like. That they though they had something over him, could be in charge of him, and found suddenly when they’d back him in a corner that Eddie could be just as full of fire and fury as any other Alpha werewolf.

He highly doubted the man once known as King Steve was any different, no matter how many times the kids bossed him around.

Or non Were’s apparently.

Eddie had known Buckley was a witch, in the same way everyone knew who was and wasn't a a Shifter.

It was a common fact she’d been made fun of before in their Werewolf-overwhelmed high school, but Steve clearly had brought her into his pack all the same.

Moved around her with the same kind of consideration and care that Eddie would never have expected from him.

It wasn’t exactly unusual these days for a Pack to include creatures that didn’t actually shapeshift into anything but in Hawkins?

It was unusual to say the very least

It was enough to give a guy hope.

(Eddie could not, would not, hope. Not when he knew how it felt to be rejected.

Outcast.

If there was one thing Eddie wasn’t going to do again, it was get kicked out of a Pack.

Especially not one he had chosen to be in.)

xXx

If Eddie could do this entire thing over again, he'd avoid the entire business with the boat.

Would have stuck to land, even if it had come down to a fight, because fuck it, it had to be better than a) watching Patrick get lifted and twisted apart like a snap bracelet and b) would have prevented the exhausting journey to fucking Skull Rock.

Weird situation or not, he'd ended up freezing, with no way to contact anyone.

Had to get creative, which meant finding a walkie talkie and praying Henderson’s obsession with radios meant he was still listening in.

Shifted to wolf form after he made contact with them, desperate trying to conserve heat, nose tucked into his tail. Tucked himself into the shadows, forever grateful his fur matched his hair, and let him blend nicely so long as he kept his eyes lidded.

Did not think it through, clearly, because Buckley’s voice woke him up with a call that even his human half would recall.

“Oooh my god, is that Eddie!? Dude your wolf is so FLOOFY!”

“Robs, we’ve been over this. He is not a dog, he does not get pets!” Steve hollered after her as she trotted up. His voice was exasperated, even as he ignored his own advice and approached far closer than Robin had.

Muttered something about how Robin was gonna lose a hand one day, even if every wolf who’d encountered her had loved her thus far.

Eddie’s wolf, a being separate-ish from his human half, eyed them both wearily, too aware that this was a fully bonded Pack that he was not in.

That the strong Alpha standing with his hands on his hips, wasn’t his.

Even if Steve kept acting like he was.

He unfurled himself but stayed low, as the others came into the clearing. Crept out slightly from the rocks, but kept his back to them, calculating exits should he need to use them.

Steve dropped down into a crouch a few feet from where Eddie stood. His wolf’s personality was much the same as his, though perhaps slightly more cautious than Eddie-the-Human.

(Mostly because the wolf had taken some serious beatings, and knew all too well that on his own as he was, even mild injuries would inhibit his chances of survival.

Especially once the cops got their heads out of their asses and started using whatever Werewolves or Shifters they had on staff to start hunting by scent.)

Making sure to not stare directly into Eddie’s eyes, his hands gave a little wiggle. “Hey, Eds.” He greeted, keeping his voice calm, his body language open and non threatening.

Even the wolf knew Steve didn’t call him Ed’s, and that got his attention immediately.

“You okay man? I don’t smell any blood.” Steve continued, voice dropping into something soothing.

Safe.

“Henderson so help me god-” He said in the same level, calm tone as Dustin tried to approach, the younger wolf coming up to peer over Steve’s shoulder.

Eddie’s wolf wagged it’s tail ever so slightly at the sight of him, prompting a barely-suppressed squeal from Robin.

“Come on, Eddie! We need you to change back, we have stuff to do, and I think I just figured something out!” Dustin said in a dramatic whine, shaking a compass in his fist as Steve gently elbowed him back.

“Would you just let me--?” Steve said, before taking a breath and closing his eyes.

The annoyance creeping into his voice was gone when he opened them. “Are you able to shift back to human?”

The question was asked with actual concern, and Eddie’s wolf, unburdened by things like severe anxiety or self-doubt, finally relaxed. Stood up and released his own tense form with a stretch, showing he meant no harm, and understood Steve didn’t either.

Loose limbed, he moved like he was going to go behind Skull Rock to shift back to human.

Which took him past Steve

Wolf form or not, Eddie was still Eddie. Before shifting back, he moved as close as he dared, tail wagging gently, before springing up to lick Steve’s entire face, chin to hair.

“Munson!” Steve wailed, falling backwards onto his ass as Eddie leapt backward, black tail wagging and tongue lolling.

“Go shift back and get dressed you dick.” And somehow, even while annoyed, arm angrily wiping all the spit Eddie had gotten all over him, Steve didn’t make it sound like a command.

Something Eddie’s wolf appreciated greatly, not that the human half would ever admit it.

xXx

Bonus:

Buckley grinned at him.

"Dude, your wolf is adorable." She teased, as Eddie rolled his eyes and shoved her with his shoulder.

"It is!" She cackled in delight, immediately clocking his reddening face. "It's so damn floofy!"

"My wolf form is very fierce, I'll have you know." He sniffed, dramatically acting out his wounded pride with a few staggers and some flailing limbs.

Knew it wasn't, not really.

Eddie's wolf was as lanky as its human counterpart, made entirely of long limbs and angles. Its fur was black, the kind that had other little colors hidden within to let him more easily hide in the shadows. His eyes were green, large enough that they let him exaggerate emotion even in wolf form.

Bonus, several of his bracelets and his necklace came with him during a shift, their size adjusting accordingly.

A clear sign of a werewolf with significant control, and even better control over the wilder magic Werewolves seemed to be made up of.

One more trick Eddie liked to pull to scare the crap put of his classmates.

(Because someone like him wasn't supposed to have control like that. Was supposed to take his lumps and scamper off with his tail between his legs, cowed by the mighty prowess of old blooded Shifters.

He did so enjoy being the one to inform half these idiots old blooded families were often inbred.)

Unfortunately, his wolf was unusually fluffy.

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Training

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I paced nervously, waiting for the wolves to show up.

"Mama, please." Jasper murmured as he took Emmett down, throwing me a glance. I knew my anxiety was probably rolling off of me in waves.

"Sorry." I muttered, burrowing into Carlisle's side instead.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was so anxious. It wasn't like the fight was tonight or anything. No, it was next week. But still, I wasn't completely comfortable with the wolves fighting.

For once, they weren't wearing fancy clothes. Carlisle was wearing a blue T-shirt and a dark rain jacket over it with blue jeans and tennis shoes, looking more like Steve Rogers than ever before. (Chris Evans/ Steve Rogers. They had the same profile, I swear on my life).

Rosalie and Esme were dressed near identically in sweatshirts and t-shirts. They even had the sweat shirt zippers pulled up the same length, their hair in ponytails. Although, Esme was wearing purple and Rosalie was wearing Navy blue.

Jasper was wearing all black. Black T-shirt, black hoodie.

Why were they all wearing hoodies? It wasn't like they could get cold.

Well, Emmett wasn't wearing a hoodie. He was wearing a simple, long-sleeved gray shirt. He crashed in the dirt from Jasper's punch, getting to his feet and bellowing, "Again!"

That was when the silver jeep showed up, Edward climbing out of one side of the car, Bella out of the other. Edward was wearing a long sleeved black shirt. Bella was wearing a hoodie as well- jean jacket and blue.

I was the only one not wearing a hoodie. I was wearing a sleeveless black leather top with black leggings that were covered with my knee high combat boots. I had also pulled my black hair back into a ponytail, the ends curled. I had a lighter in one pocket and the pocket down my leg had a stake in it. They seemed to be my good luck charms.

"Hey, Edward. Hey, Bella. Is he going to let you practice, too?" Emmett called as he made his way back over to us.

Edward groaned, "Please, Emmet, don't give her any ideas."

"What about you mama bear?" Emmett asked with a grin.

"I could most definitely take you." I smirked.

He laughed.

"When will our guests arrive?" Carlisle patiently asked Edward, but his arm tightened around me regardless.

"A minute and a half. But I'm going to have to translate. They don't trust us enough to use their human forms." Edward sighed. "Not in private."

I snorted.

Carlisle nodded, "This is hard for them. I'm grateful they're coming at all."

I huffed.

"They're coming as wolves?" Bella asked. Carlisle squeezed his arm even tighter around me.

Edward nodded and then he turned away from Bella, turning back to Carlisle and the rest of us. He stared at me, scrutinizing and then said, "Prepare yourselves- they've been holding out on us."

"What do you mean?" Alice asked, demanding. Her angelic face was scrunched up. She couldn't see werewolves and she was very mad about it.

"Shh." Edward said and I noticed that Carlisle was stepping slightly in front of me. I raised a curious eyebrow.

The fuck? I was with the werewolves all the time- didn't Emmett always complain about the smell- why in the world was he stepping in front of me?

The wolves appeared and I realized immediately that there were more than I was used to. I frowned slightly, counting.

Ten?

Sam. Jared. Paul. Jacob. Quil. Embry. Seth. Leah. Eight. One of the others must be. . .Collin. Who was the tenth?

I met Sam's eyes and gave him a slight nod.

"Fascinating." Edward mumbled.

"Welcome." Carlisle said, taking a small step forward.

"Thank you." Edward replied and I flinched, recognizing it as Sam's voice. "We will watch and listen, but no more. That is the most we can ask of our self-control."

"That is more than enough. My son Jasper has experience in this area. He will teach us how they fight, how they are to be defeated. I'm sure you can apply this to your own hunting style."

I flinched again, thinking of the wolves fighting. I absolutely hated it and yet if I wanted to make sure no one in my vampire family was killed, I knew my werewolf family had to fight too.

"They are different from you?" Edward asked in Sam's indifferent tone.

"They are all very new- only months old to this life. Children, in a way. They will have no skills or strategy, only brute strength. Tonight their numbers stand at twenty. Ten for us, ten for you- it shouldn't be difficult. The numbers may go down. The new ones fight amongst themselves."

I heard the rumble that passed through the werewolves and I knew they were rather enthusiastic.

"We are willing to take more than our share, if necessary." Edward said and Sam's tone sounded less indifferent and more excited.

I hissed under my breath, finally moving to go and lean against a tree that was out of the way of the fighting zone.

"We'll see how it plays out." Carlisle said, looking between me and the werewolves in a millisecond glance.

"Do you know when and how they'll arrive?"

"They'll come across the mountains in four days, in the late morning. As they approach, Alice will help us intercept their path."

"Thank you for the information. We will watch."

All as one, the ten wolves sunk down into sitting positions.

Jasper took over as Carlisle stepped back, moving quickly to my side. I wrapped my arms around him, watching.

"Carlisle's right. That's why they are created." Jasper said and I wondered if it was just my imagination of if his accent had become a little stronger. "A newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army, but no human army could stand against them. Now, the two most important things, to remember are, first, never let them get your arms around you. They'll crush you instantly. And second, never go for the obvious kill. They'll be expecting that, and you. Will. Lose."

I shuddered and Carlisle wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Emmett!" Jasper commanded.

Jasper and Emmett prepared themselves across from each other, the vampires spread out so the wolves could see just as well.

"Don't hold back."

"Not in my nature." Emmett said and despite myself, I smiled slightly at their banter.

Emmett ran at Jasper while Jasper stuck his ground. I watched as they collided with each other, Emmett pushing him back while Jasper dug his feet into the dirt. Emmett threw Jasper through the air who spun in the air in a move that would've made my gymnastics coach faint with delight.

Jasper landed, not even waiting before he ran at Emmett. Emmett ran at Jasper who ducked under Emmett's arm, taking him down to the dirt with a neatly placed hit to his chest.

"Never lose focus." Jasper said to Emmett who laid dramatically in the dirt.

Carlisle moved away from me and I swallowed hard as he moved to stand across from Edward. I wanted to move closer, but Jasper came to stand next to me, putting a hand on my arm, "He'll be fine."

I let out a shuddering breath, fearful.

Carlisle gave Edward a simple nod before they charged at each other. I grabbed Jaspers' wrist, but felt calm bleed into me.

Carlisle slid like he was going into a baseball field and Edward's kick missed him. They ran at each other again, hands grabbing each others arms. My grip tightened on Jasper's wrist, but I knew it couldn't possibly hurt him. My heart was beating, my nerves on fire, and I stared in panic.

Carlisle flung Edward away and he spun, landing on his feet. Then Carlisle reached out to hit Edward, who intercepted, sending Carlisle to the ground. I jerked and Jaspers arms held me fast, "It's alright." He murmured before letting me go.

Edward go to this feet, turning towards Jasper who said, "One more thing," Carlisle slammed Edward to the ground, having gotten to his feet. "Never turn your back on your enemy."

Edward grunted when he hit the ground.

I sighed in relief as Carlisle returned to my side. I burrowed my head into his chest as Jasper went up against Rosalie next.

"I'm going to be fine." Carlisle murmured, smoothing my hair back.

I nodded, "Right. Yeah. I know. Perfectly fine." I swallowed hard.

Edward was also by my side in an instant. "Sam is worried about you."

"He is?" I questioned. We were speaking in tones that wouldn't be heard by the wolves over Alice and Jasper's new fighting.

"I'm going to have Jasper attack you at some point. Carlisle you should move away. I know you can take care of yourself so I want Sam to see that." Edward muttered and then moved away us back to Bella.

Carlisle kissed the top of my head, going to stand next to Esme, pretending to whisper in her ear. Or maybe she already knew.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, hoping I didn't act like a fool. I wondered why Edward thought I could handle it. I think it was because I had werewolf blood in my veins. Along with my military background, Tae Kwon Do training, and Gymnastics. Combine the four and you had a super solider.

I could feel the wolf energy in my veins too. Even if I never phased- despite being around vampires- I would still be stronger than a normal human being. Edward knew this.

I saw Edward give me the slightest of nods out of the corner of my eye. I gave nothing away until Jasper was very nearly right in front of my face. I ducked and then kneed him like I had with James, everything rushing back. Jasper lightly threw me and I twisted my body, letting all my other instincts come in, grabbing one of the branches of the trees, gymnastics instinct kicking in as well, doing a giant before flying back towards Jasper, kicking him in the head, sending him flying into a tree. I leaped into the air, coming down, miming thrusting the stake into his neck, lighting in on fire.

"Good." Jasper muttered, getting up off the ground.

I smirked, helping him up. "That was fun."

Emmett was laughing. "We don't need the wolves if we have Mama Bear."

I rolled my eyes at him, making my way towards Sam. "You don't have to worry." I muttered into his ear, scratching the fur behind his ear.

"He wants to know if you're actually fighting." Edward said quietly as Rosalie and Esme went up against each other.

"Oh. No. But Edward knew you were worried about me. And we don't know if some of the newborns might break away to head for the house instead. I won't be there, of course, and they can't track me by scent. But on the off chance that one of them is attracted to my scent, I wanted to show you I can take care of myself."

Sam nudged my side softly.

"He said you should stay in La Push with Billy, Collin, and Brady." Edward replies softly.

"Is Brady a new werewolf too?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." Edward said, "They're new. That's why you haven't met them yet."

I nodded, "Makes sense."

"Mom, Carlisle is getting anxious." Edward said. "He doesn't mind you being with them when they're human but he gets worried when their wolves. Even if he's to respectful to say so."

Sam made some sort of snorting noise.

I shot a look and saw that Carlisle did look rather nervous. I laughed lightly, scratching the top of Sam's head again. "I'll come down to La Push and see you guys later."

I broke away, running towards Carlisle. He met me halfway, scooping me up in his arms, kissing the side of my neck, "I really don't want to see you fight ever again."

I giggled, pressing my lips to his. "Don't worry. You know I'm not going to fight."

Carlisle sighed, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his forehead to my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him, my cheek pressed against his chest. We stayed like that until the fighting tutorials were over, the wolves leaving, and the others started to scatter.

I kissed his cheek. "I'll be back soon. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah." Carlisle said, kissing me on the lips a couple times before he finally let me go.

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I sat, bunkered down in the SUV again, laptop open, Seattle cameras up, trying to get the drone camera to work on the recording settings. I was trying to figure out a way that the video feed would still transfer, even if the drone went down or I got caught.

Finally, the best way was to connect it to the computer and then set the computer screen to screen recording.

I had worked with the drone for a while, making sure that I knew how I could fly it and I had powered the batteries to work for a few hours. Hopefully I wouldn't run out of energy.

"Alright. . ." I muttered under my breath, sliding headphones on, setting everything up. I put the drone out of the car, closing and locking the door quickly afterwards. I started to fly, watching the camera carefully as the drone flew out into the city.

I shivered, hoping this would work.

I had asked Alice if she could draw Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri for me and she had complied, when I told her I needed them for a book I was writing. I had scanned them through the military grade cameras and found that they had not left the city, tracking them through the camera system.

They were going to stay and see if they killed us or not.

The thought made me sick.

I carefully guided the drone, high in the sky. I had painted it a dark gray so that it would blend in with the almost always cloud sky. The camera, which gave me quite a wide view, showed that nobody was looking up. Most of them were to busy looking at their phones.

Thank Merlin for human technology.

The Volturi were on the opposite side of the city as the newborn vampires. Probably so that they wouldn't cross scent or tracks while on their separate hunting sprees- though I vouched the Volturi were probably more subtle with their killing of people.

The Volturi- rather surprisingly- were in a hotel, staying on the third floor with a window. I very carefully guided the drone up the side of the building so that I could get an above view through the window- the drapes were not closed for some odd reason.

I noted the path on the map. The hotel was about forty or fifty minutes away from where my car was. The newborns were about thirty to forty minutes away in the opposite direction.

I found that the hotel window was open, a stroke of luck, and the drone perched on the window.

There was a lot to take in before all of their heads whipped to the drone. Felix looked the most utterly bored, sitting on the couch, his head hanging backwards, his mouth slack. Demetri was staring at the TV- which was on- with bored eyes, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. Jane and Alec were standing in the doorway.

Felix lifted his head slowly while Demetri turned his head to stare at the drone. I hesitated, letting the drone sit there a moment longer before I lifted the controls to make it fly out of the hotel window, feeling giddy.

It was unreal that they were sitting in a hotel room here.

I was going to let the drone land on a railing but suddenly, it was snatched out of the air, drawn back into the hotel room.

Jane held it in her hands, staring at it and I wondered if she thought she could cause the metal machine pain.

Regardless, I wasn't going to get the machine back and it would be better if I started home now. I sighed, putting everything in the passengers seat, keeping the headphones and recorder on, climbing up into the driver's seat and started the three hour drive back home.

"What is this?" Jane asked in her light voice, sounding curious.

"Something the humans made." Demetri said in a tone that sounded like 'duh'.

I smiled, loving Demetri's attitude.

"But what does it do?" Jane asked, sounding frustrated.

"Is there a message on it or something?" Alec asked quietly.

I watched as Jane carefully moved the drone around in her hands. "I don't see anything. It's just a gray piece of metal that flies."

"Does it have some sort of recorder on it?" Felix asked, "Maybe it was sent here as a spy."

"I've seen kids play with these things in my time here at Seattle." Demetri said in a bored voice, "They have commercials for them on TV. They're just something kids play with. You fly them and there's a camera on the bottom so that they can see what the city or whatever looks like from up high. A kid probably was just spying on people through the hotel windows. It's really not that big of a deal."

"Throw it out the window." Felix grumbled.

Huh, maybe I could get my drone back.

Oh well, if they threw it out the window it was scrap metal. Even if I was close enough with the controls to use it, it probably wouldn't register the flight mechanism pattern because of how it was plummeting against the wind.

They continued to argue for almost an hour and a half, not really dropping anything new except when Felix or Demetri tried changing the conversation to newborns or things that were happening in Italy.

"Look." Jane snapped. "These newborns will do the job one way or another and only after will we destroy them, alright Demetri?"

Then she smirked, "Don't tell me you're actually worried about a certain somebody getting killed, are you?"

Demetri scowled, "I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about."

I grinned. Foggiest? British Accent? If I wasn't so deeply in love with Carlisle I could definitely say Demetri was my favorite vampire in the world.

Besides my sons Jaz and Em bear of course. Edward got on my nerves to much, even if I did consider him a lovely son.

But where Emmett and Jasper cared about the well being of the entire family, Edward cared for Bella and Bella only. It was a good characteristic if you were Bella- not so much if you were the rest of the family.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about." Jane's red eyes turned into narrow slits. The drone had been put down and though they'd turned it 'backwards' it gave me 360 degree view so I could still see them anyways. "Davina Michaelson."

The way she said my name sent shivers up my spine.

"Oh. Her." Demetri said in an off-hand voice. "Well. Who knows. Maybe she'll live."

Alec snorted and then said, "And what? You'll take her back to Volterra with us?"

Demetri shrugged, "Maybe."

"Until she finds out that we're letting the newborns kill her family." Felix said, crossing the room.

"Oh, well, you know I don't particularly agree with Janes' thinking on this one." Demetri said with a shrug, "I'll tell her so."

Jane's lips curled back into a smile. "Yes. Well. We'll see. She still might die."

Jane and Alec turned their backs, going into the bedroom. And though I didn't look at the screen long, I saw the slightest flash of pain on Demetri's face before he smoothed it back over into a bored expression. However, I saw that Felix noticed.

I kept my hands on the steering wheel, my mind racing one hundred miles an hour. Jane definitely didn't like me, but then again, I got the impression that the only ones she liked was her brother Alec and Aro.

I knew that they were real brother and sisters, being turned when they were young when they were turned, either twelve or thirteen. I shuddered, thinking of that age. Carlisle was twenty-three. I was twenty-two.

I had used to think he was thirty-three, because that was the age that I had been told he was. And so, consequently, I continued to think he was thirty-three. But no, he was twenty-three.

Did I really want to be thirty when he was twenty-three? Maybe I should turn at twenty-five but. . .

I thought about Sam and the wolf packs reactions.

I didn't know what I wanted anymore.

Felix threw the drone as hard as he could and it spun through the air, landing in the ocean.

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"Hey." Sam greeted me as I showed up at La Push. "What's up?"

I shrugged, "Nothing much. Feel a little sick but I'm pretty sure that's just the nerves about you and the wolves and my vampire family fighting tomorrow."

"We're going to be fine." Sam said. "Collin and Brady are staying down here with Billy whose going to keep Charlie out of trouble. Seth is going to stay with Bella and Edward. The rest of us will be fine."

I nodded, swallowing as Sam pulled me into a hug, "Nothing to worry about."

I sighed, feeling the warmth radiating from him. "I swear you get bigger every time I see you."

"Just the werewolf gene." Sam said quietly.

"I was wondering," I said, pulling away to sit at the kitchen table, staring up at Sam. "Would you have preferred me as a werewolf?"

He frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean. . . eventually my options are vampire or death by the hands of the Volturi. Would you have preferred if I found a way to trigger my werewolf side?"

Sam was quiet, sitting across from me, leaning back in the chair, gazing at me, thinking. "No. When you're a werewolf. . . there's so many things you can't control. And. . . I'm not saying that vampires are good. But the Cullens- specifically your doctor- he's. . . he's going to make sure you don't turn into one of them. I'd much rather you stayed human. . . but if being a vampire means you'll stay alive. . . then I have to. . ."

I reached out, touching his hand. "I love you Sammy."

"I love you too Dav."

I smiled a little and then Seth came, boucning with energy, "Mom! Are you ready?"

"Where are you two going?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's not just him." I said, smirking. "Jared, Embry, Quil, Paul, and Leah are coming too. We're going cliff diving."

Sam glared at me. "Might you wait until you're indestructible?"

"I would very much like to feel the rush and adrenaline as a human." I said with a smirk, sadness filling me, knowing that I would not actually be able to cliff dive with my wolf sons once I was a vampire. Not unless we found a place that wasn't across the treaty line.

"I'm coming." Sam said and I raised an eyebrow.

"You want to come cliff diving?" I asked skeptically.

"I like cliff diving." Sam said with a frown. "I just don't like the idea of you jumping off to high. Reminds me of when. . ."

"When Victoria kil- when she pushed me off the cliff." I said with a small smile, staring down at the kitchen floor.

"Exactly." Sam sighed. "But I know I can't stop you, another reason I'm glad you're not a werewolf. You wouldn't listen to any of my alpha commands."

"I would overtake you and become the alpha." I jested, leaving my jacket and shoes in Emily's kitchen, dressed in shorts and a tank top now. "Well, come on."

"You wish." Sam muttered behind me.

I laughed, "You're much bigger than me. And you're bigger than all the other wolves 'cept maybe Jake. I couldn't beat you in a fight."

He chuckled but said nothing and the three of us drove out to the cliffs where the others were waiting.

"Oh mom, you're going to cliff dive?" Paul snickered.

"Yeah. What's it to you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We already bet on if you're going to jump or dive." Jared said eagerly. "I really hope you pick right."

Sam gritted his teeth. "Davina, go feet first."

"Aww that's not fun." Embry complained.

I rolled my eyes. "So you guys bet that I would either do a pencil jump or a dive?"

"Yep." Embry said. "But we also said we weren't going to tell you who was betting on what. That way you can't play favorites."

I paused for a moment, thinking, and then I grinned. "Alright then."

I backed up towards the forest line and heard Jared muttered, "She's going to do a running dive."

I ran, did a roundoff, back handspring, and then jumped, doing a back tuck off the cliff edge. I snickered.

I win.

I could feel the lightness of flying through the air, unburdened by anything, flipping over and over until I landed feet first, toes pointed, into the cold water, sending shocks up my body.

I closed my eyes, allowing my body to sink to the bottom of the ocean, my toes curling into the sand.

I loved the water so much. I couldn't wait to become a vampire and be able to breathe underwater and not be afraid of sharks.

It would be amazing.

I pushed upwards off the sand just as Jared and Embry landed in the water.

"No fair." Jared said when my head broke water, gasping for air. "You didn't do either."

I grinned, "You shouldn't have told me what my options were."

Leah came next, having leapt gracefully through the air, landing in the water next to me.

We started to make our way back to the shore and I laid down on the sand, staring up at the bleary sky.

The others soon joined the four of us. Most of them were grumbling over my choice and were mad at Embry and Jared for telling me about the bet.

I laughed aloud, "You know, I probably would've done that anyways."

"Good to know for the next bet." Embry chuckled. "'Mom will do something dramatic choice'."

Seth grinned, sitting next to me. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Hey buddy, how are you feeling for tomorrow?"

"Kind've wish I could fight." Seth muttered under his breath.

"You'll be okay." I muttered, ruffling his hair. "Besides, knowing Bella's luck, we'll have another vampire fight soon after this one and you can fight in that one."

"I hope so!" Paul said excitedly, "I like this!"

I rolled my eyes. "I was joking Paul yeesh. Life would be much better if we weren't under the constant threat of vampires hunting Bella down."

We talked some more until it started to get late, the wind starting to get chillier, and Sam wanted to get me into dry clothes before I got sick.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I whispered, hugging all of my kids before coming back to Sam and hugging him tightly. "Really don't die tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll be alright." Sam said, cupping my chin. "We'll be alright?"

I nodded. I wanted to wish Jacob good luck but he'd already left with Edward and Bella to the campsite.

I headed back to the Cullens house, dressing into warm clothes, and laid down on our bed.

I snuggled under the covers, holding the pillow to my body, wishing it was Carlisle who was out hunting with his family. Mountain Lions I think. Or Bears.

I was terrified. I didn't want to fall asleep. I had no idea what was going to happen.

I threw myself out of bed, grabbing my laptop and powering it on. I did the only thing I could think of: I put on Tom MacDonald music, pulled up Wattpad, and started to write my Elizabeth Kane/ Harry Potter fanfiction. I was working on a book that took place after the Cursed Child with her husband (not naming who at the moment). It would be based around a werewolf ritual and legendary children.

You know I had to let you go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh If you love me, let me fly, this isn't goodbye But if you love me, let me go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I think about you all the time, I'll never say goodbye Goodbye

No. I couldn't listen to this song. Not this sad song. I quickly switched to Imagine Dragons.

Seasons, they will change Life will make you grow Dreams will make you cry, cry, cry Everything is temporary Everything will slide Love will never die, die, die I know that ooh, birds fly in different directions Ooh, I hope to see you again

Fuck.

Everything is temporary Everything will slide Love will never die, die, die

I started to cry.

I hope to see you again

I changed the playlist again. Just focus on the fanfiction.

I can't sleep I'm out of my head I'm losin' my mind and no one understands A-whoa-oh-oh And I can't breathe I'm over the edge I'm dying inside I'm afraid how this might end A-whoa-oh-oh

Change playlist.

They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it Costs – the scars collected all their lives When everything's lost, they pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts, they suffer through harm just to touch a dream Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die

I was shaking, tears falling down my face. I saved the Wattpad story, shutting down the computer. Okay, so maybe listening to music wasn't the best decision in the world. And neither was trying to write a death scene.

Oops- wait. There's not death scene. No death scene at all. No spoilers!

The door opened quietly and cold arms enveloped me. "It's okay." Carlisle's voice sounded like velvet in my ears.

"I don't want to lose you." I sobbed, turning my face into his sweater.

"You won't. I've lived a long time Davina. I can handle a few vampires. And with the werewolves on our side, it's easy. I promise."

I let out a stuttering breath, trying to calm down. My emotions were everywhere. Maybe my period was going to start early. I was so glad my blood didn't appeal to vampires.

Besides Carlisle. . . that was going to be awkward.

It took a while for me to fall asleep, but Carlisle stayed by my side the entire time, and eventually, I was out like a light.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year ago

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❛ you’re important to me, you piece of shit. ❜ for Ghost!Peter and Aro?

I forgot I had this au, haha.

Warning: I have to make references to twilight cause this au weirdly takes place during the plot of those books, movies, whatever. Movies, cause MS is in them and is pretty, and the books are worse.

On with the fic!

"I don't trust him." Peter grumbled as he trailed after Aro, leaving the large chamber where vampire business took place.

That 'teenager' with the dead eyes that came here from the states gave Peter bad vibes. He kept glancing past Aro's shoulder while they were talking, as if he knew Peter was there.

"Why do you not trust him, Peter?" Aro asked as they turned a corner, heading for Aro's chambers.

"He just... okay, I know a lot of you guys have spooky, super, special, awesome vampire bullshit powers that basically allow you to do weird shit. Or really lame shit."

Aro glanced at him over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

"Well, can a vampire have the special power to sense the dead?"

"In a sense, we can always sense the dead because we can always sense when you are alive." Aro smiled as he opened the doors and closed them quickly. Peter sputtered and glowered before going through the doors, turning the lock as he did.

"Ass." He hissed at the vampire. "You know what I meant. I meant... can a vampire sense a ghost?"

Now, this made Aro think. "Not that I can recall. Seeing as ghosts are not... normal."

Peter gestured at himself. "Then call me a fuckin' anomoly or whatever, I'm still a dead guy floating around your house cause you killed me."

"Yes, well, I do not believe that Edward can sense your soul or anything like that. However, he can read minds."

"Like... like you can?"

"Oh, no. Well, where I simply need to touch, or be close enough to basically 'read' someone's mind and history, Edward just hears all thoughts at all times. I'm shocked that he hasn't gone insane yet just by all the noise."

"I'd probably pop my ear drums if I was him, then I wouldn't have to deal with such a horrible power." Peter muttered.

Aro shrugged as he started to remove his jacket. "It is rather troublesome to hear all thoughts, but it is also helpful to know what your enemy is thinking. Seems that he can also hear the thoughts of the dead, how fascinating."

Peter didn't like how Aro sounded pleased about the concept. "I still don't trust him."

"And why is that?"

"Because he came here because of some human girl? Seems like a trap."

Aro set his jacket on the back of a chair and turned to Peter. "You suspect he might cause trouble? I doubt that, the Cullen clan keep to themselves, they have no need to fight me and mine. In fact, their leader is an old friend."

"You seriously don't think it's suspicious that he came here randomly cause of some lame girlfriend of his? For real? Especially after telling you about werewolves?"

"I understand your troublesome thoughts, Peter, but he is no threat. Besides, I think it would be wise to keep him here for a while." Aro smiled.

"Why?"

"Why? Because he could be a good ally to my people! A power like that is very important!"

Peter glared. "You’re important to me, you piece of shit." He mumbled to himself, why should he care if Aro might be in danger, the guy killed him after all. But... still. he actually liked Aro, might even l-

"You think I'm important to you?" Aro asked and Peter looked up at him, seeing surprise on the vampire's face.

"N-no! I don't! Fuck you, you heard nothing!" Peter shouted and flew up through the ceiling, wanting to be as far from Aro as he could possibly be. He totally didn't seem an amused and charmed smile on that bastard's face, nope!

It's cute that Peter cares about Aro, even if he did murder him.

#vincturi #john's drabbles #ghost (vampire) hunter au

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crimsonmoonlite · 1 year ago

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Beaufort Swan - Twilight - 18+ Omegaverse - 7. Sex on the Beach

Hey Guys, Sorry for the delay in chapters. College and five other accounts, I get a little distracted. If any of you like c.ai, I have made a lot of Twilight characters. My username is SerenityMoone. The easiest way to find me would be by searching 'Lauren Mallory' and clicking on my profile! I hope you like the chapter!

P.S. The alternative title for this chapter was 'La Shove It Up, Beau.' If you don't know what that is about, here it is. La Push, but in Sims 3, there was a lot of inspiration from Twilight. Bella and Charlie are in it, and they are called Chester and Baily Swain, and there is also a beach called 'La Shove.' October 15th, 2022 6:50 PM Beau wanted to spend all night with Edward. Somehow, he had snuck into his bedroom in the middle of the night, and they cuddled away. Beau didn't know what had happened between Edward and him, neither did he know what happened between Jacob and him.

Beau wasn't a werewolf, but he was a supernatural human. He was an omega, which is rare in humans but not unheard of. There was a werewolf lineage, but that was seven generations ago. It was so watered down that neither Charlie nor Beau could shift.

Though he had promised to go to the movies tonight with Jacob, the girls had begged him to come to First Beach with them. He assumed Jacob could pick him up to go to the movies from there, but it seemed like he and his friends had already planned for a beach day.

Jessica and Lauren were trying to flirt with Jacob and Embry, but they were only focused on Beau. Mike, Eric, and Tyler were trying to teach Beau how to boogie board. Beau stayed in the water the whole time as he didn't like tanning. He wore a big shirt and shorts to avoid sunburn.

Beau helped Tennessee with his little boogie board, and Angela joined in making a sand castle with them, mainly because Jessica and Lauren were bitching about how much attention Beau was getting.

He planned on washing off with the shower where they parked and changing into dry clothes. They stayed on the beach after Embry and Quil took Ten to the family barbecue, and Beau's friends left to eat at a Bistro further in La Push.

Jacob and Beau were now alone, and Beau would be stupid not to know what this would lead to. He didn't know what Edward and He were, but he didn't want to slut around and lose it. Jacob was so erotic... at this point, Jacob was just sexy to him. Jacob hadn't proved anything else to him yet, and they hadn't hung out as much.

"You know we will be late for the movie if we don't leave now? Right?" Beau asked.

He was laying down next Jacob was lying down in a little cove that Jacob had brought him to. He was pushing to go before anything happened. The setting sun lit up the area, along with surges now and then by the lighthouse opposite the bay. Beau was trying his best to behave as Jake's musk was getting to him, making him tender and slick.

"Jake?"

He looked over to Jake to see his sultry eyes with his pupils dilated. Beau looked into his eyes for a long time. Jacob placed his hand on the boy's waist. Beau looked down to see Jake's massive hand. It looked big enough to grip a basketball like a baseball.

Some species just bonded well with Omega's better than others. Werewolves and Omega were more compatible. Beau felt the same pull for Jacob as he did for Edward.

"Why did you wear a shirt all day?" Jake asked, ignoring that they had tickets for the movie. He sniffed to smell the erotic scent of Beau, scooting closer to the boy. It was killing him that he could still smell Edward on Beau. Since they were imprinted, he knew what had happened last night.

"I don't know," Beau didn't know what to say. He didn't like his body. Also, his Omega body had been developing. His skin was becoming softer, and his behind and chest filled up. He still has a masculine body even though it is petite and curvy. His nipples were budding and filling with lactate.

The scent drove Jacob insane, but then Beau's flawless lily-white skin under the sunset did it for him. "You're beautiful... you know that, right?" Jacob said with a smirk.

"I um... thank you,"

"All of your body is beautiful, every inch," Jacob said, running his hands up Beau's thigh, sliding under his damp shirt. He got the shirt halfway up Beau before Beau's hands stopped him. "Before you ask again, I think we are past the point of going to the movie... don't you?"

"I am seeing someone..."

"Well, yeah, I am in front of you,"

"No... I mean, I am seeing someone,"

"Is it official? Have you defined the relationship?"

"Well... no,"

"Well then, come on, he is probably sleeping with people too," Jacob said, and Beau blinked his eyes. He was so close to a werewolf that his musk wasn't getting him to think straight. The more he denied wanting to touch Jacob, the more he sent him into pain. The Omega inside of Beau was yearning for Jacob to dominate him. "Come on... give into it,"

Jacob had more control in this situation and wanted to allow Beau to choose and consent. Beau leaned forward and kissed Jacob. It felt like a firework went off inside Beau's body. He immediately started to sweat and pant while Jacob had rough lips.

Edward and Jacob were like night and day. Edward was ice cold and silky soft, while Jacob's skin was like sandpaper and almost too hot. It was concerning.

"Are you running a fever?" Beau asked, a little concerned. Wolves were always 105.5, sort of like how humans were always 98.5.

"I'm fine..." Jacob said between kisses, his hands searching Beau's petite body. With two long strides, Beau's clothes were off, and Jacob's swim trunks were tossed out of the way. The Beta wolf rolled over and pinned Beau to the sand, taking dominance and forcing the breath out of the boy.

The size difference between the two was astounding. Beau was 5 ft 3 at 100 pounds, and Jacob was 6 ft 11 at 280, which was pure muscle. Jacob kissed down his body, and Beau usually did the most work since he was a bottom.

"Jacob!" Beau gashed and clenched his fists in the sand while Jacob kissed down his body. When the wolf's lips touched his skin, it was like a bomb going off inside of him. As Jacob slid further down between his legs, Beau was already dripping a slick pool. Jacob angled Beau around and started kissing down between his thighs, kissing and sucking at Beau's pink knot.

Since Edward hadn't ever had sex before, Beau took the lead, and Jacob was more than happy to take the lead now. He was encouraged by the moans coming from Beau, and the boy was also pushing himself at Jacob's tongue and curling his toes.

"Beg for my cock," Jacob said, a little full of himself, adding two fingers in place of his tongue.

"I am not begging, Black," Beau said through clenched teeth. Even through immense pleasure, Beau could hold his own. Jacob chuckled, and he wouldn't push his luck with an omega. It wasn't too often that he would be able to encounter one.

"Fuck fuck-fuck, just fuck me," Beau bit his lip and whimpered as Jacob's tongue and fingers drove him mad. he heard a chuckle from the wolves before a third finger entered his ass and bared down on the prostate. Beau thrashed around and wriggled under Jacob's grip, Jake's lips curled up in a smirk like a predator playing with its prey before lurching for the kill.

"I think I see another dude's load coming out of you, and you do this often?" Jacob teased and cooled down a little to give Beau a break.

"Shut up and fuck me, Jake, before I change my mind," He panted, trying to hold on to the last ounce of dignity he had left. Jacob decided to play with him more, making him squirm and beg more.

Beau was heaving for breath as Jacob was positioning himself to fuck him. That's when the moon shined down on Jacob's massive cock. It was 12, not too much bigger than Edwards, but it was so wide and girthy.

"Woah-woah, how is that thing going to fit in me? It's like a third leg!"

"Thats why I was stretching you out," Jacob said, only inflating his ego more. He saw the look of horror on Beau's face before he soothingly ran his hands up his torso in circles. "It's okay, and I promise I will be careful with you. I won't hurt you," Jacob said, leaning down and resting his forehead on Beaus while aiming the tip of his dick and pressing it inside of Beau nice and slow.

"Jake," Beau inhaled, digging his fist further into the sand.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jacob whispered, cupping Beau's face to kiss and distract him a little. Omega's were made for this, or at least what wolves thought. Beau's body would kick into action and stretch to Jake's sexual needs, and they would both receive intense pleasure. "See?" Jacob said softly as he worked deeper, and Beau didn't flinch, "You trust me now?"

"Just... go slow again," Beau panted as Jacob nuzzled their noses and kissed him. Jacob pulled Beau's hand and pinned them above his head. Beau widened his eyes. "Jacob..." He scolded as he saw the look in Jacob's eyes before the wolf, in one long stride, pounded into him hard. That was it. Jacob couldn't hold back anymore. He started hammering himself inside of Beau like he had something to prove.

"You're so fucking tight and slippery," Jacob licked his lips before tilting Beau's head to the side, kissing and nipping at Beau's neck. "Call me your Alpha," Jacob bit his lip, and Beau was too busy getting dug out to care.

"Y-Youre my alpha," Beau bit his lip, and the next couple of hours passed with Jacob fucking him. Jacob had amazing stamina. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:). I am not sure when the next chapter will be up, please be patient.

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autumnboyd17 · 1 year ago

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I wanted to post my thoughts somewhere but didn't know where. So it sat in my notes app until I remembered I had this account.

When tackling a subject like immortality where do I even begin?

Vampires have existed for as long has humans have been able to spread stories. Every culture has some sort of undead being that needs to feed off a humans life force in some essence to survive. Some cultures it was your soul, sucking bit by bit until there was nothing left. For others it was quite literally a human life, the vampire needing to kill and eat to survive like any other predator, in this sense vampires and zombies are the same. Recently the term, energy vampires has risen to popularity, the phrase is used for people draining to talk to. But most notably and persistently, it's blood.

I have held a fascination with vampires for as long as I can remember.

My mom used to go all out on decorations for Christmas and Halloween. Scared that it'd be afraid of them, she introduced me to the decorations as toys or friends. We had a very short cardboard cut out of Dracula and it became my favorite. I carried it around everywhere, my parents referred to him as my first boyfriend. Now he sits on top of my shelves, he's beat to hell but I love him. My mom showed me a movie made in 1987 called, The Lost Boys. Of course she covered my eyes during that one weird awkward sex scene, and I was too young to understand any of the jokes. Spoiler, but I called the twist that Max was the head vampire even after they lead you to believe otherwise. My mom thought I was so smart. Later in the car I asked my mom if vampires were real. She of course said no, and when that answer disappointed me, she told me some people to pretended to be vampires, sharpening their teeth and drinking animal or each others blood, but they can't live off that alone. I think her information was supposed to disgust me but id be lying if I said I hadn't looked into cosmetic teeth sharpening a few times. When I was 7 I spent the night at a friend's house and we watched this "new" movie called Twilight. Growing up, my mom would rent seasons of True Blood from Blockbuster, I knew it was about vampires but I wasn't allowed to watch that one. At some point I was shown Interview with a Vampire. That movie is what introduced me to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, a song I've loved dearly ever since. Despite my fond memories of vampires, werewolves and zombies where my favorites till I got older and into my emo phase. Then, finally, vampires were cool.

I never had a stable friend group as a kid, it changed around every year. My grandpa passed when I was 10, my dad left when I was 11. The only 2 constants I felt like I had were my Mom and our dog Hause. The first 4 months of 2020 took both of them along with the rug under me.

One night when I was sad and on the hunt for nostalgia, I found The Lost Boys. I pirated it to my lap top and watched it for the first time since my mom passed. Its like I could hear her saying prominent lines and fun facts about the actors and the location the movie takes place, Santa Carla. Its a fictional version of Santa Cruz, the board walk and the beaches my parents used to take me too as a baby are all shown in the opening to the movie while a cover of The Door's People are Strange played. Its like I can't watch it without her. And for that its my favorite movie. Watching it as an adult made it loose a bit of child-like wonder, I understand all the jokes now, and I have small crushes on the characters Michael and Star, and my eyes are no longer covered during their awkwardsex scene, though I wish they were. Regardless, my point of view has changed, but still, I remember exactly what it was like in the beginning. Change is sad, but its beautiful.

Since my mom passed I've had a big fear of watching everyone I love die before me. Most people laugh it off but seriously, I don't know if I'd be able to handle losing someone so close again, and since my solution hasn't been to not let anyone get close, its obviously been to die before them. I've attempted suicide over it. So, the idea that someone can be there with you forever. The concept that someone can love you for lifetimes. That consistency, the "always and forever" of it. Its beautiful.

I'm crazy but hypothetically, if I could find a vampire to love me I could get close and never have to even think about taking my own life early just so I'd never have to grieve a day over them. That hypothetical is what keeps me hooked and coming back. Not the sparkles or the teeth. Undying love. Thats the beauty of it.

I do think there's a beauty in death too. The same way there's beauty in birth. We all live, we all die, and when you can't count on the vampires because they don't exist, its the only consistency we really have. Thats all we get. I don't know what happens after death, but I imagine it's peaceful. You just let go of the weight of life and die. No more pain. No more anxiety. No more joy. Just sweet nothing. I hope that when I leave my final breath here I get to join my mom somewhere nice. And maybe everyone else I lose along the way, though I still hope its not many. However, I can't rely on this, there's no certainty in what happens after death, only death.

I'm sure you probably think I'd never even want to think about being a vampire after that. But I would really love that!! It would be so cool to watch humanity grow and learn and progress. Their downfalls and how they rise. I would learn everything I could as a vampire. I would go to college over and over again. Majoring in, Philosophy, Psychology, Sociology, History, English. I would probably need to get a better understanding on science too eventhough it's always been my least favorite subject. I would learn and learn and learn and never worry about running out of time because I'd have all the time in the world. I think at some point though, I'd cut my time as a vampire short. One day I'd wake up and decide I've learned enough to satisfy me, see enough to fulfill me, and stand in the sun one last time.

I think I'd make a good vampire. I'm already a night owl, I'm typing this up at 12:30 am. I don't mind blood. Its really only the fear of people I love dying that holds me back. I could turn everyone I love in to vampires as well, but not everyone I love would want to be a vampire. I'd never be able to live with myself if I selfishly forced eternity on someone who didn't want it.

I think the choice to become a vampire, has all the same pros and cons as choosing to live life as is. I'm going to watch people I care about die, but I also get to witness humanity change and grow every day. I burn in the sun, and I learn as I go along. Accidents can happen, or I can choose to end life early. If you take out the factor of never growing old, the hard choices are the same.

Then you remember, there is no choice to be a vampire or not. The only choice I get is if I want to keep on living. I do. I do want to keep living because dying of old age is the closest I'll ever get to being able to see eternity. And that sounds sick as fuck.

Ultimately, I have my mom to thank for my love of vampires. She's the one who introduced me to the idea as a small child, and her death drove the final nail into the coffin of my obsession. Yes that pun was intended please laugh. I just kinda wish that I could share my thoughts and excitement about vampires with her. Maybe one day, 80 years from now, I'll decide I've learned enough to satisfy me, see enough to fulfill me, I'll leave my final breath here, let go of the weight of life and die. Hopefully I get to join my mom somewhere nice and tell her all about what it was like to almost live for eternity.

#vampires #tw death #the lost boys

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astraule · 1 year ago

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“It’s Cold”

Pairing: Alice x Reader TW: Light cursing Y/N: They/Them werewolf reader. Word Count: 2.1 K Summary: As you're sitting outside the Cullen entrance waiting to take Bella home after Jake asked you for a favor Alice keeps you company. What'll happen when you start feeling something for one of your biggest enemies? *For this story vampire's powers can be used on werewolves. Twilight is a weird universe; the Cullen's powers don't seem to work on werewolves but Jane's do. To save us the hassle let's just say they all work*

ALICE POV: (Graduation party at the Cullen's mansion)

Honestly everything was going amazing. People were having fun, they were dancing, Bella hadn't made a single remark about how much she disliked parties. Well... that's what I thought until I smelled that disgusting musk as I walked down the stair. I knew the werewolves had made their appearance and I knew Bella had invited them, but I didn't know they would actually go through with this. A very short time after I could tell the werewolves were here, I had that vision.

Y/N POV:

"You invited me, remember?" I overheard Jake mention towards Bella. I really had no idea what I was doing tagging along with my brother's stupid antics, but some of us had to make sure he wouldn't burn the Cullen house down because of Bella and break the treaty between vampires and werewolves.

"Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you." the girl with brown hair mentioned to my hardheaded brother. I must admit this girl was weird but as soon as she said that I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, which earned a curse towards me from Jake as he thought it.

"Look Bella I'm sorry about you know... the kiss and your hand. I'd blame it on the whole inner animal thing, but it was really just... me, being an ass. I'm really sorry." Jake managed to say as a shitty apology for the possible trauma he put this girl through and I made sure he knew how bad this apology was through my thoughts, which caused Embry and Quil to chuckle next to me.

Jake brushed my stupid comment off and pulled out something out of his pocket to show Bella before saying "I brought you something, a graduation present." He gave her the bracelet with the werewolf pendant and I knew it was my turn to talk.

"I made it myself" I mentioned as I peered over Jake's shoulder to look at Bella. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I had seen her actually smile given the amount of times we've seen each other, maybe twice or three times. It was my first time home in a while after traveling.

"Wow... you made this? It's really pretty, thanks." She mentioned as Jake helped her put the bracelet on. That's when she noticed the short haired vampire girl at the end of the stairs looking puzzled, that's when we noticed her too. It was like as she had seen a ghost.

(Cullen mansion's balcony)

"They'll be here in four days." The short black haired vampire by the name of Alice mentioned as Carlisle managed to say "this could turn into a blood bath."

Edward, the red-haired vampire fighting with my brother for Bella's love and adoration, added "who's behind it?" And Alice soon after that affirmed that she hadn't seen anyone she recognized except for local missing person, Riley Biers. The Cullen vampires started theorizing about who it could possibly be, until the tall, long blond-haired vampire with the name of Jasper mentioned an army would be coming and there wasn't enough of them to protect the town.

"Hold up, what damn army?" Jake asked puzzled enough to even be talking even if he had anger unresolved with the Cullens.

"Newborns, our kind." Carlisle finally let us know. New vampires made to destroy or so I thought.

"What are they after?" Embry beat me saving me from the embarrassment of asking myself. I didn't hate the vampires I just didn't know them enough myself to be speaking freely. “They're after Bella? What does this mean?” I thought. “What could they possibly want with a human girl?”

"They're after Bella? What the hell does this mean?" Jake commented. I was so grateful I had my brother and friends to ask these important questions for me. Carlisle finally let us know that this would be an ugly fight with lives lost. Jake, Embry, Quil, and I all looked at each other.

“What do you guys think?” Jake questioned in his head. I was sure he wanted to protect the girl he loved but I wasn't sure this girl loved him back. Although... Bella's life wasn't the only human life at risk here. “Our duty is to protect human lives from any vampire, I'm in if you guys agree on it.” Quil mentioned as he thought. “I wont deny to it but we also can't get too carried away and lose a werewolf life for Bella.” Embry thought. “Bella's life isn't the only one at risk here, what's preventing these newborn vampires from attacking any of the Forks citizens when they feel like it? We have to get rid of every last one of them.” I mentioned in my mind.

"All right, we're in" Jake insisted as he turned his head to look at Carlisle. I guess this caused Bella to panic a bit because she started refusing to let us fight in this newborn war. Which my brother quickly shut her down by mentioning he wasn't asking from permission. This caused Bella to look at Edward, waiting for him to say something.

That's when Edward said, "it means more protection for you." Carlisle quickly followed this with a "Jacob, do you think Sam would agree to an understanding?"

“We get to kill some vampires, I'm sure he'll understand.” Embry thought. Quil then added in his head “as long as all of us werewolves come out intact.” Then I finished the last thought with “some blood will be spilt and it sure as hell won't be ours.” For the first time ever the Cullen vampires and us, werewolves, were getting along. Let's see how long this'll last.

"As long as we get to kill some vampires." Jacob mentioned in response to Carlisle's question. This is when Jasper mentioned that with us helping, they'd have more numbers, and the newborn vampires won't even know we exist.

(Cullen’s Front Doorsteps)

Sometime later after my brother and friends left, I stayed behind to make sure Bella returned home safe. I was sitting on the stairs outside the Cullen home when Alice came out to check up on me, I suppose. It wasn't like I didn't notice how uncomfortable I made her or how whenever she came close, she seemed to cover her nose with her hand.

"Are you sure you want to stay out here, Bella's telling me how cold it is, don't you want to come inside and-" before Alice could finish her sentence, I interrupted her and said as I made eye contact with her "I'm not human, I run hot, I don't get cold. Why do you think my brother and friends run around shirtless all the damn time?" I'll agree I was being a bit rude not letting her finish her sentence, but I was on the edge. As much as I had liked to mention how I didn't have any problems with the Cullens something in us werewolves made us skittish at any close contact with vampires.

"Well... if you don't mind, I can sit here with you, keeping you company, until Bella's ready to leave that is and if you'd have me" Alice mentioned, dragging me out of my deep thinking. What was wrong with this girl? She seemed to have no second thinking. I had heard about her amazing powers at being able to see the future but was she just so certain of everything that she'd come close to one of her biggest predators? All I could do was nod and look away as she took a seat next to me.

"I might not be a mind reader like Edward, but I do know what you're thinking, I can see the future after all... okay that came out creepier than expected" she chuckled as she made lines on the dirt with her index finger. Now that I thought about it... her hands were beautiful, they were slender and pale, how cold could they really be? If she had me holding her hand, I'd make sure she was warm all the time, oh god what was I thinking? There's no way I could ever imagine myself with a vampire. As I heard my brother and friend's complaints in my head, I knew they were against the idea.

"You don't have to listen to your family, I mean it should be up to you whether you'd like to date whoever you'd like" Alice snapped me out of my thoughts one more.

Alice chuckled before saying "you know I know what you're thinking and everything but it's so much better when I can have an actual conversation with someone." That's when she looked my way and showed me her beautiful smile, then and there I knew I had fallen under the vampire control. The books said it, humans who saw them said it, even my family's stories mentioned how beautiful they were and here I was charmed by one.

"Oh yes! Sorry about that it's just... I got caught in my thinking and well you were answering me back" I chuckled "I guess I felt like you were a part of the werewolves since we all just kind of talk inside our heads to each other."

That's when I head the door open behind us, as I looked behind me, I could see Bella peeking her head out and I could hear Edward telling her to be safe and to be careful around me. I didn't have problems with Edward, I understood all he wanted to do was protect Bella. Plus, I thought this fight between him, and Jake was stupid anyway.

"Am I interrupting something?" Bella mentioned as she looked between me and Alice who seemed to be sitting a little too close to each other.

3RD POV:

"Nope, I was just keeping Y/N here some company while you made up your mind to leave." Alice smiled and got up as she patted away the dirt from her clothing. Alice seemed to be a girl of high class, the kind of girl who stressed over having the latest bag or piece of clothing. She didn't give off the brat vibe, she just seemed like she put a lot of effort into herself. Yet... here she was sitting on the dirty ground with Y/N just because they didn't want to be inside. They could've at least given her their sweater to sit on or something.

Y/N looked at Bella and said to her "are you ready? We don't have to leave if you aren't ready."

"Oh, don't worry about that I've had my fun, plus I think it's cruel leaving you waiting more. I know how faithful you guys are to each other and if Jake asks a favor you'd do it. The same goes for the other werewolves."

"Well... if there's nothing more to do then let's get going, I have a date with my comfy bed." Y/N mentioned as they stretched but Alice caught their attention before they could leave.

"Hey Y/N! Before you leave here..." she handed them a small paper with her phone number on it.

"We should hang out soon... somewhere where it's not so full of dirt" she chuckled. Y/N nodded before they left with Bella. They knew the dirt had bothered Alice. She gave them her number... and all they did was nod and walk away!

I hope you guys enjoyed that, I'm not a pro at writing fan fiction and even though I've mastered English as a language I still have some trouble as it is not my mother tongue. If you guys would like to see more of this, please let me know or let me know who you'd like me to write for.

#twilight #alice cullen #twilight alice #edward cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen x reader #jacob black #embry call #quil ateara #carlisle cullen #x reader #y/n #x y/n #twilight oneshot #twilight fanfiction #x you

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writingintheshadowsforever · 3 years ago

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Cold Katherine Pierce x Reader

You just wanted one day free from all the vampire, witch and doppelganger drama. One freaking day is all you asked for and Damon couldn't even give you that. Although you partially blamed yourself for not accepting Rebekah's invitation to come to New Orleans for. A while to get away from all the drama you turned her down because of fear of getting involved with Originals problems. But at least you wouldn't be babysitting someone you hated with a passion.

Keeping Katherine Pierce away from Silas was supposed to Jeremy and Matt's problem. But unfortunately you stumbled upon her first, and when you called Damon to figure out. What to do with her he proceeded to beg you to keep her with you. Because he trusted you to keep her safe and in check way more than he did the other boys. Alas that's how you ended up here camping in the middle of nowhere with the she-devil. Katherine glared as she watched you throw more wood in the fire to keep it going. "Don't stare to hard your eyes might get stuck" you said not looking up at her.

"Why are we even out here just take me back to Mystic Falls. I'll stay with the boys" she said. That was her first time speaking since you picked her up. You scoffed "Oh believe I wish I could but none of the boys are available right this minute. Plus none of them want anything to do with you." Both Jeremy and Matt shot you a thank you text for taking her off their hands. You sent them a fuck you reply naturally. "Well can we at least go back to town" Katherine demanded."

"No everyone is looking for you plus I don't trust you not to run."

"Oh please you would love it if I escaped then you would finally be-" And my friends lives would be in even more danger and it would be my fault" You said cutting her off. "Listen we're just stuck with each other right now so I really need you to suck it up and be quiet." Katherine looked as if she wanted to argue but you stared her down. Until she looked away and just nodded. It's not that she was scared of you but she was human now and stuck in the middle of nowhere. You hid the car keys from her so she couldn't play you. Katherine was still getting use to being human, and surviving wilderness wasn't a challenge. She was ready to tackle yet plus deep down she knew you were right. Even if she did get away the whole town was looking for her to sacrifice her to Silas.

You were one of the hybrids that survived Klaus's tyranny and got your freedom back. If there was anybody equipped to keep her safe it was you. The two of you sat in silence for a long time. Eventually you laid down using your bag as a pillow deciding that Katherine wasn't going to make a run for it. So you wanted to get some sleep but the sound of chattering teeth interrupted your slumber. You turned over to check on the doppelganger and instantly felt sorry for her. She had her arms wrapped around her body hugging herself while rubbing her arms. Her entire body was quaking when she caught you looking. Katherine immediately tried to get the shivering under control and the teeth chattering stopped.

There use to be a time when Katherine didn't mind being vulnerable around you. A time where you and her actually got along with each other. Back when you were friends and almost lovers till you found out that she was just using you. Because that's all she did was use people for her own personal gain. At least that's what you thought in all truth Katherine really did care about you. And once she realized how much you meant to her the whole plan changed. She hoped you never found out the truth but alas you did courtesy of Klaus. Who wanted to cause her as much pain as possible for always escaping him.

Once she realized there was no getting you to forgive her. Katherine just decided to treat you like you never mattered at all. But when you were this close to her looking at her like she just a lost soul who needed a friend. It was hard to think of you as someone who didn’t matter. "You don't have a jacket" you said aloud. It wasn't a question but Katherine still nodded her head. You let out a sigh and then vanished speeding away to the car. You were back at the campsite in a matter of seconds with a blanket tossing it at her.

She managed to catch it and quickly wrapped it around her. Sighing at the warmth it provided her eyes watched you proceed to lay back with your back to her. "It's still cold out here how are you not freezing. Last time I checked werewolves weren't immune to the weather like Twilight."

You snorted "I'm surprised you even know what Twilight is when did you even have time to watch it."

"You forced me to watch it one night when you were drunk. I read the books afterwards to see if they were any better" she replied quietly.

You turned over to see her staring at you with an emotion in her eyes that you couldn't place. Pain, love, regret maybe a mixture of all three. Either way it made your heart skip a beat, and before you knew what you were doing. You were walking over to her to join her on the log. "Since you're so concerned about my well-being. You're sharing the blanket now shove over and let me sleep." With a hint of a smile Katherine distributed the blanket between the two of you. She was forced to lay down with you but she didn't really mind. "You know this doesn't change anything between us" you murmured already half asleep. "I know" she whispered back staring at the sky. A few minutes later she felt weight on her shoulder. She didn't need to look to know you had somehow ended up cuddling up to her in your sleep.

She looked at you because she liked to watch you sleep sometimes. It reminded of how innocent you use to be before she came into your world. A time before you became so cold to her. Katherine really wished she could go back to those days.

#the vampire diares imagine #katherine x reader #katherine pierce #katherine pierce x reader #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries

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nealiios · 3 years ago

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The Supernatural 70s: Part I - Corruption of An Innocent

"We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers writers."

-- with apologies to the screenwriter of "Stripes"

Dear reader, I have the darkest of revelations to make to you, a truth when fully and wholly disclosed shall most assuredly chill you to the bone, a tale that shall make you question all that you hold to be true and good and holy about my personal history. While you may have come in search of that narrative designer best known for his works of interactive high fantasy, you should know that he is also a crafter of a darker art, a scribbler of twisted tales filled with ghosts, and ghouls, and gargoyles. I am, dear innocent, a devotee of horrors! Mwahahahaha!

[cue thunderclap, lightning, pipe organ music]

Given the genre of writing for which most of you know me, I forgive you if you think of me principally as a fantasy writer. I don't object to that classification because I do enjoy mucking about with magic and dark woods and mysterious ancient civilizations. But if you are to truly know who I am as a writer, you must realize that the image I hold of myself is principally as a creator of weird tales.

To understand how and why I came to be drawn to this sub-genre of fantastic fiction, you first must understand that I come from peculiar folks. Maybe I don't have the Ipswich look, or I didn't grow up in a castle, but my pedigree for oddity has been there from the start. My mother was declared dead at birth by her doctor, and often heard voices calling to her in the dead of night that no one else could hear. Her mother would periodically ring us up to discuss events in our lives about which she couldn't possibly have known. My father's people still share ghost stories about a family homestead that burned down mysteriously in the 1960s. Even my older brother has outré memories about events he says cannot possibly be true, and as a kid was kicked off the Tulsa city bookmobile for attempting to check out books about UFOs, bigfoot, and ESP. It's fair to say I was doomed - or destined - for weirdness from the start.

If the above listed circumstances had not been enough, I grew up in an area where neighbors whispered stories about a horrifically deformed Bulldog Man who stalked kids who "parked" on the Old North Road near my house. The state in which I was raised was rife with legends of bigfoots, deer women, and devil men. Even in my childhood household there existed a pantheon of mythological entities invented explicitly to keep me in line. If I was a good boy, The Repairman would leave me little gifts of Hot Wheels cars or candy. If I was being terrible, however, my father would dress in a skeleton costume, rise from the basement and threaten to drag me down into everlasting hellfire (evidently there was a secret portal in our basement.) There were monsters, monsters EVERYWHERE I looked in my childhood world. Given that I was told as a fledgling writer to write what I knew, how could anyone have been surprised that the first stories I wrote were filled with the supernatural?

"The Nightmare" by John Henry Fuseli (1781)

My formative years during the late sixties and early seventies took place at a strange juncture in our American cultural history. At the same time that we were loudly proclaiming the supremacy of scientific thought because we'd landed men on the moon, we were also in the midst of a counter cultural explosion of interest in astrology, witchcraft, ghosts, extra sensory perception, and flying saucers. Occult-related books were flying off the shelves as sales surged by more than 100% between 1966 and 1969. Cultural historians would come to refer to this is as the "occult boom," and its aftershocks would impact popular cultural for decades to come.

My first contact with tales of the supernatural were innocuous, largely sanitized for consumption by children. I vividly remember watching Casper the Friendly Ghost and the Disney version of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I read to shreds numerous copies of both Where the Wild Things Are and Gus the Ghost. Likely the most important exposure for me was to the original Scooby Doo, Where Are You? cartoon which attempted to inoculate us from our fears of ghosts and aliens by convincing us that ultimately the monster was always just a bad man in a mask. (It's fascinating to me that modern incarnations of Scooby Doo seem to have completely lost this point and instead make all the monsters real.)

ABOVE: Although the original cartoon Scooby Doo, Where Are You? ran only for one season from 1969 to 1970, it remained in heavy reruns and syndication for decades. It is notable for having been a program that perfectly embodied the conflict between reason and superstition in popular culture, and was originally intended to provide children with critical thinking skills so they would reject the idea of monsters, ghosts, and the like. Ironically, modern takes on Scooby Doo have almost entirely subverted this idea and usually present the culprits of their mysteries as real monsters.

During that same time, television also introduced me to my first onscreen crush in the form of the beautiful and charming Samantha Stevens, a witch who struggles to not to use her powers while married to a frequently intolerant mortal advertising executive in Bewitched. The Munsters and The Addams Family gave me my first taste for "goth" living even before it would become all the rage in the dance clubs of the 1980s. Late night movies on TV would bring all the important horror classics of the past in my living room as Dracula, Frankenstein, the Wolf Man, the Invisible Man, the Phantom of the Opera, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Godzilla all became childhood friends. Over time the darkened castles, creaking doors, foggy graveyards, howling wolves, and ever present witches and vampires became so engrained in my psyche that today they remain the "comfort viewing" to which I retreat when I'm sick or in need of other distractions from modern life.

ABOVE: Elizabeth Montgomery starred in Bewitched (1964 - 1972) as Samantha Stephens, a witch who married "mortal" advertising executive Darren Stephens (played for the first five seasons by actor Dick York). Inspired by movies like I Married a Witch (1942) and Bell, Book and Candle (1958), it was a long running series that explored the complex relationship dynamics between those who possess magic and those who don't. Social commentators have referred to it as an allegory both for mixed marriages and also about the challenges faced by minorities, homosexuals, cultural deviants, or generally creative folks in a non heterogeneous community. It was also one of the first American television programs to portray witches not as worshippers of Satan, but simply as a group of people ostracized for their culture and their supernatural skills.

Even before I began elementary school, there was one piece of must-see gothic horror programming that I went out of my way to catch every day. Dark Shadows aired at 3:30 p.m. on our local ABC affiliate in Tulsa, Oklahoma which usually allowed me to catch most of it if I ran home from school (or even more if my mom or brother picked me up.) In theory it was a soap opera, but the show featured a regular parade of supernatural characters and themes. The lead was a 175 year old vampire named Barnabas Collins (played by Johnathan Frid), and the show revolved around his timeless pursuit of his lost love, Josette. It was also a program that regularly dealt with reincarnation, precognition, werewolves, time travel, witchcraft, and other occult themes. Though it regularly provoked criticism from religious groups about its content, it ran from June of 1966 until it's final cancellation in April of 1971. (I would discover it in the early 1970s as it ran in syndication.) Dark Shadows would spin off two feature-length movies based on the original, a series of tie-in novels, an excellent reboot series in 1991 (starring Ben Cross as Barnabas), and a positively embarrassingly awful movie directed by Tim Burton in 1991.

ABOVE: Johnathan Frid starred as Barnabas Collins, one of the leading characters of the original Dark Shadows television series. The influence of the series cannot be understated. In many ways Dark Shadows paved the way for the inclusion of supernatural elements in other soap operas of the 1970s and the 1980s, and was largely responsible for the explosion of romance novels featuring supernatural themes over the same time period.

While Dark Shadows was a favorite early television program for me, another show would prove not only to be a borderline obsession, but also a major influence on my career as a storyteller. Night Gallery (1969-1973) was a weekly anthology television show from Rod Serling, better known as the creator and host of the original Twilight Zone. Like Twilight Zone before it, Night Gallery was a deep and complex commentary on the human condition, but unlike its predecessor the outcomes for the characters almost always skewed towards the horrific and the truly outré. In "The Painted Mirror," an antiques dealer uses a magic painting to trap an enemy in the prehistoric past. Jack Cassidy plots to use astral projection to kill his romantic rival in "The Last Laurel" but accidentally ends up killing himself. In "Eyes" a young Stephen Spielberg directs Joan Crawford in a story about an entitled rich woman who plots to take the sight of a poor man. Week after week it delivered some of the best-written horror television of the early 1970s.

In retrospect I find it surprising that I was allowed to watch Night Gallery at all. I was very young while it was airing, and some of the content was dark and often quite shocking for its time. Nevertheless, I was so attached to the show that I'd throw a literal temper tantrum if I missed a single, solitary episode. If our family needed to go somewhere on an evening that Night Gallery was scheduled, either my parents would either have to wait until after it had aired before we left, or they'd make arrangements in advance with whomever we were visiting to make sure it was okay that I could watch Night Gallery there. I was, in a word, a fanatic.

ABOVE: Every segment of Night Gallery was introduced by series creator Rod Serling standing before a painting created explicitly for the series. Director Guillermo del Toro credits Serling's series as being the most important and influential show on his own work, even more so than the more famous Twilight Zone.

#horror #70s #occult #supernatural #television #writing

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literary-spirit · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5

The next day after first meal Bjorn, Torvi, and Bonnie cleaned out Rollo's old keep. The place was filthy. Rats the size of small puppies had made the place home and she wasn't entirely sure they weren't leaving without a knock down drag out. Aside from the rats, cobwebs and huge furry spiders dominated every crack and crevice in the structure. The situation was so dismal, she'd begun to have second thoughts. By the smug expression on Bjorn's face, she could tell he already knew she was about two seconds away from begging him to stay. Yet, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not even if she had to accept canine inspired rodents

and tarantula like spiders as her new housemates.

Once they removed most of the dry rotted furniture and she'd thoroughly scrubbed the wooden plank floors with the same lard soap they actually used to bathe with, Bjorn said they were done for the time being. Since several hours of sunlight still remained in the day, Bjorn opted to go fishing at the harbor, while Torvi went off to train with the keep's other shield maidens. Bonnie decided to remain behind to work on a spell that would transform the ingredients she gathered the day before into things needed for her hygienic care.

From the first incantation, she could tell something was off. To say something was different with her magic would've been an understatement. Kind of like calling the sun sort of hot. Yeah, she'd always been powerful, thanks to her lineage, but there was altogether a new level of potency to her sorcery. Even the aftereffect of her spell presented in a way it had never done before. This new development caused simple enchantments that had become second nature to her, to get all twisted. And after about an hour of dealing with the same results over and over again, the frustration was fucking real! She slapped some of the ingredients off the stone table.

Damn it! She hadn't had a bath in almost four days. Pretty soon, she would be looking and smelling like who did it and why the hell you let it happen. "Shit, I wish I had my L'Occitane Almond Shower Scrub Duo from home in my hands right now!"

A tingling sizzle tickled the palms before the body scrub duo materialized in her hands. Shock nearly drove her to drop the containers, but she recovered in time and placed them on the table. Holy hell? What is happening? She stared at the half-used bottles from her and Niklaus' master bathroom. How the hell did she conjure these? She wasn't a conjurer. But then again, did she really conjure them or wish for them? Wait! Then did that mean she'd somehow fucked over the immortal witch spell and now she was a got damn Jinn?! She didn't wanna be a Jinn!

Shit! Stay calm. She shouldn't panic and since Jinns couldn't make wishes themselves there's no way she could be one. Hell, she could prove she wasn't a Jinn and correct one of their latest fuck ups in the process.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I wish I was home." Slowly, her lids lifted to reveal the same hovel she stood in before she closed her eyes. An ache cracked her chest wide, "I don't understand. Why am I here?"

"To save my sons," an imperious, but deferential voice said from behind her.

She spun around to find the Queen of Kattegat, standing in her little hole in the wall. "Queen Aslaug." Her head dipped in a bow.

"Please, do not bow to me. It is I who should bow to you," she swept down in a graceful bow. "The sorcery within demands that I must. The mystical energy that surrounds you overwhelms and amazes."

Not knowing what the hell else to say, Bonnie focused on the Queen's prior admission. "Why'd you say I'm here to save your sons?"

"Because it is the truth. I dreamt of you, before you arrived," Queen Aslaug moved around the stone table, eyeing the shower scrub duo as she went. Once in front of her she stopped and clasped hands with her. "Your presence balances the scales against the many calamities waiting to wreak havoc on us all. I've foreseen it."

"Queen Aslaug-," she began.

"Let us not provoke the gods by further talks of this nature," she squeezed Bonnie's hands before releasing them. "You should go sit by the water in the cove before second meal."

Bonnie grabbed her shower duo from the stone table and placed them in the now empty basket. "Well, I did wanna wash." She gathered her last day dress, which was stiff, rough, brown, and barely grazed her ankles. It, however, was clean.

"Then wash you must," Queen Aslaug cosigned. Her gaze darted around the keep, "Bjorn, informed me you'll be residing here." She turned back to face Bonnie. "I'd offer for you a bench in the great hall, but I believe you to prefer privacy over comfort."

Bonnie gripped the handle of the basket with both hands. "That's true."

Queen Aslaug nodded. "While you're gone, I'll have thralls come finish putting your keep to rights."

"Thank you," Bonnie said.

"It is the very least I can do," Queen Aslaug said before turning to leave.

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After her shower under the waterfall Bonnie felt more like herself. Though she was still confused by all that had transpired since she fell backwards in time at least she'd gained some stability. Now she'd be able to start gathering the pieces and putting things together. Once she finished oiling her body she redressed and headed back into the woods. Not long into her trek she realized she was being stalked. The sun had begun to make its descent. She didn't have long before darkness fell and whatever stalked her attempted to turn her cakes into a meal.

She thought about making a run for it but every show she'd ever seen on animal planet cautioned to never willingly offer chase to a predator. Yet, she was a melanin gifted woman in a melanin challenged land, slasher flick rule numero uno demanded that she haul ass. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

Bonnie released a harassed sigh. She neither wanted to get sweaty or bloody, "Look, you and I both know you're there so come on out. If you're gonna try and kill me you can at least face me before you carry out the deed."

A collection of seconds turned into a minute before she finally saw movement in the multiplying shadows. Moments later a shit ton of wolves varying in sizes and color inched forth on their bellies into the fading light of day.

Each kept their heads resting on their front paws and their eyes downcast. A wolf the size of a small pony covered in golden white fur with a pair of crystal blue eyes

continued to creep forward until his snout practically touched the toe of her shoe. Werewolves? In the Viking era? Of course, there are because no matter what the weird and freaky better known as the supernatural always seemed to know exactly where to find her! She was a fucking beacon for the strange and unexplained.

Bonnie squatted to trail her finger through the tufts of fur between his ears. "How are you all in your wolf forms when there hasn't been a full moon since I arrived. Either you're hybrid or cursed and since it'll be over another hundred years before the first hybrid is made, then you must be cursed." She trailed her hands over the length of the wolf's body. Though she sensed wild but potent magic, she didn't sense any dark energy it would take to invoke a curse. "Yet, I don't sense any dark magic." She stared into the wolf's eyes, "You fur babies must be something else altogether."

The wolf shimmered from canine to man, and then stood. One minute a gorgeous animal sat facing Bonnie, and the next all she saw was a slab of meat wearing a turtleneck of golden hair. She glanced up into a face that was cloaked in shadows by the light of the sun. For a moment, her next heartbeat refused to pound.

"Klaus?" She whispered.

A hand reached down to help her up. "I'm known as Ansel, Goddess."

"Ansel..." Wait, could he be..., "Why did you call me goddess?"

He laughed and the corners of his eyes crinkled the way Klaus' did when something genuinely amused him. "Because that is what you are, the Goddess of Twilight."

Her eyes popped. What in the Stephanie Meyer madness was he talking about? "E-excuse me who?"

"The prophecy foretold your arrival," Ansel said, still clasping her hand in his. "It was divined, your appearance would relink the descendants of Fenrir with their witchery lineage thereby affording us control over our shift."

This sounded like some sun and moon curse mumbo jumbo. Disregarding his nudity, she stepped closer. "Who spoke of this prophecy to you?" Maybe this person was a millennial throwback as well.

"We've always known of this foretelling," Ansel said, punching holes through the hope she'd managed to gather, "but the one who came before you did confirm the prophecy would come to past."

"The one who came before me?" She questioned, practically dripping desperation.

"Yes, the dark woman," Ansel answered, his eyes searching hers. "She lives deeper in the forest. Not many non-shifters venture that far into the woods. For those who have a mind to try, there are spells and curses in place to ensure no one unwanted reaches her."

"Ansel, I have to speak with her," she dropped her basket and covered both of their hands with her other, "Can you take me to her?"

His head bobbed. "Come," he knelt and picked up her basket, "it'll be quicker if you hoist yourself on my back."

****

By the time they made it to the tiny shack deep in the forest, night had fallen. Yet, the zillion twinkling stars in the black velvet sky were able to pierce the canopy of leaves and provide an adequate amount of light for Bonnie to see. Ansel placed her on the ground a foot or so away from the door of the shack. The familiar energy wafting from the keep embraced her. She knew this magic. This was the magic of her ancestors. It was Bennett magic. Her magic.

The cloth barrier to the dwelling shifted and out stepped Ayanna Bennett.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, but she could've been older. Bonnie had come to know her well during her brief afterlife on the other side. "You have the look of my mother. I don't even have to sense it to know you're my own."

For the first time since she'd been dropped in the middle of time Bonnie broke. She tumbled into Ayanna's arms and fell to pieces.

"Help me," she whispered.

"You're the answer to all of our cries," Ayanna whispered next to her ear. "The Goddess of All would not have sent you to us lacking. Whatever is needed you already carry with you. Come, we have much to discuss."

Once inside, Bonnie sat on a wooden bench next to a stone alter.

Ayanna handed her a smoldering cup of tan liquid. "Drink, it's an herbal concoction meant to ease fits. It also aids in uncluttering your third sight." Without further urging, she sipped the tea. "Now, tell me all."

"It all started with this ancient evil and an immortal man willing to sacrifice his eternity to save his child," she began, "and the sacrifice his lover made so he wouldn't have to." For the next several hours Bonnie recounted the entire twisted tale of her and Klaus. By the time she was finished, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"So, why do you believe this Niklaus is the Viking to which the prophecy refers?" Ayanna questioned.

Bonnie laughed like Ayanna had out joked Kevin Hart. "Who else is of Viking descent and stronger than Klaus?"

"Who else indeed! Seems to me, all you have to do is march back to Kattegat and tap one of the many Vikings there on the shoulder. I wager any number of them is stronger than this Niklaus," she said, waving a hand as if she was waving off the very thought of Klaus. "And why would you want to form a mate bond with him? The same disrespectful dolt who places other witches over you in his regard. As if anyone other than a witch of our familial line could shoulder the burden of being the eternal witch."

Bonnie's eyes closed and remained so. "Did I mention Ansel's his father?"

"Ansel?"

Klaus' fathers name is the last thing Bonnie heard Ayanna speak before sleep claimed her.

****

"We have to get her back. The sons of Ragnar Lothbrok is ripping away the forest looking for her," Ansel's voice penetrated the thick fog of sleep that held her captive.

She heard a clucking sound, then Ayanna. "Calm yourself. They'll never make it past the first line of magic."

"That is what I'm trying to tell you, woman," Ansel bellowed. Frustration clear and plain in his tone, "they already have."

"What? How is that..." Ayanna's voice trailed off. "It's her. Her magic shields them. Why is this so?" A moment past, and then she felt Ayanna's lips at her ear. "You've learned many things on your spiritual voyage last eve. Things which must be considered. You have to return, Bonnie. For not only have you and your wolf achieved the goal you sought, but you've also attained so much more."

When next she opened her eyes, she was laying on a pile of fallen leaves and wildflowers. Her basket sat next to her head, while every last son of Ragnar stood staring down at her with varying expressions. Actually, everyone except Ivar who more or less leaned over her shooting her a unit inspired with nothing but ill intent.

"Um, good morning," she said, lacking anything of note to say.

****

"I thought you'd been raped and killed by Skogarmaors!" Bjorn yelled in her face as she drooped on a bench in the great hall.

Queen Aslaug's eyes rolled at Bjorn's antics,

while his brothers peered on in silence. Their faces giving nothing away.

She had a banging headache and Bjorn was nowhere close to easing her pain. "I'm sorry, Bjorn. It wasn't my intention to worry you are your family."

"Ack! Loki take your intentions," He threw up his hands and turned away from her, "I have no worries for your intentions. For all I know they're harried paving a path to Helheim."

"Where were you, hmm?" Ivar questioned. His stare unwavering as always. "Your appearance speaks of you being sheltered from the elements. So, who sheltered you?"

"On my way back from the Cove I met someone in the woods. He told me some things that lead me to believe he knew someone who could understand the reason I've come to be here," she said, attempting to be as honest as she could without placing Ansel or Ayanna in danger.

"You said, he told you," Bjorn turned around to face her.

She gave him a slow nod, "yes."

"Name this man," Bjorn demanded.

Reluctantly, she shook her head. "I'd rather not."

"I've heard sagas of a dark woman dwelling in the deep of the forest," Ivar said, while his steady gaze tracked each expression that crossed her face. "Many have spoken tales of her being a witch."

Queen Aslaug laughed. "Ivar, halt with your tales of spirits and witches. You're being distressing."

"Did you allow yourself to be plowed by this man?" Sigurd asked, straight facing the hell out of her.

"Sigurd!" Queen Aslaug released a heavy sigh before taking a sip from her cup.

"What? I'm sure that was Bjorn's next line of questioning," he defended.

"No," Bonnie snapped, chopping Sigurd up with a unit meant to leave him DOA, "There was absolutely no plowing going on between me and this man." To her surprise, Bjorn exhaled a sigh that appeared to be motivated by relief. She stood and walked over to Bjorn. Placing a hand on his arm, she gazed up at him, "the only reason I followed him is for answers. That's all, Bjorn. I swear it upon our oath."

She watched the anger and tension drain from his face as he reached up to cup her cheek. "Did you learn anything?"

"No," she emphasized with a sad dejected shake of the head, "I was given some kind of herbal concoction while there and I fell asleep before finding out anything. When I awakened, you guys were standing over me."

"I'm sure in time you'll have your answers," he allowed his thumb to trace the path of her cheek before returning his hand to his side.

She gazed out the great hall door toward the forest and prayed to the mother of all he was right.

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