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rebellect-writes · 4 years ago

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[SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Jess. [b]Age:[/b] An imaginary number! [b]What happened?:[/b] GH, she’s evil...and I like his hair.

[b]Name:[/b] Hunter Burnett. [b]Nicknames & Aliases:[/b][LIST]Uncle Jordon. Jordan Burnett. Hunter Jordan. [/LIST][b]Age:[/b] 286 [b]Date of Birth:[/b] June 4th, 1725. [b]Age at Death:[/b] 28. [b]Gender:[/b] Male. [b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Questionable. [b]Occupation:[/b] Jack of all trades.

[b]Bloodline:[/b] Beast Master. [b]Power Level:[/b] Adult [s]Kiss[/s]. [b]Mind-Set:[/b] Both. [b]Animal to Call:[/b] None. [b]Powers:[/b] [LIST] [*] Heightened senses, reflexes, healing and strength. [*] Bite...If he enters the persons mind when feeding, he can make it less painful and more enjoyable. He doesn’t most of the time. [*] Empathy, he can smell some strong emotions like fear, rage, anger, lust. Since he’s of Padma’s bloodline, he’s also got a slight empathy to all animals. [*]Enthralling/rolling, he can only get this right with weaker shifters and normal humans. Anything stronger can break free. [*] Glamour, he can switch small things about him. Make his hair darker, eyes brighter, on will. [/LIST][b]Rank:[/b] Rogue. He can be tempted by the Kiss though.

[b]Face Claim:[/b] Gerard Way. [b]Description:[/b] [IMG]http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k361/Mychemicalromance55_photos/mychem313.jpg[/IMG] [i]Height:[/i] 5’10 [i]Weight:[/i] 151lbs [i]Eyes:[/i] Hazel brown. [i]Hair:[/i] He’s a dyer. Naturally, it’s [URL=http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/5/3/9/1/6/1/orig-7539161.jpg]black, he’s [/URL] gone [URL=http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/A/AM/AMU/AMUANDIKUTO4EVA/1264970042_5386_full.jpeg]blonde[/URL] in the past, but he’s currently sporting [URL=http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19400000/Gerard-way-my-chemical-romance-19400197-467-700.jpg]red.[/URL] [i]Build:[/i] Average and lean. [i]Visible marks:[/i] He has a Crucifix burn mark on his left shoulder. [i]Style:[/i] Hunter likes to be comfortable. Since he travels a lot, he’s ditched the formal wear that he used to love and taken to jeans, t-shirts, a nice pair of boots. You name it, he’ll wear it. That doesn’t mean he won’t go back to formal(ish) wear.

[b]Special Skills:[/b][LIST] [*] Can speak pretty decent Spanish and French, well enough to get him by. [*] Not so much a fighter, more of a scrapper when it comes to combat. [*] Good with a knife or any type of blade, if being armed is what's needed. [/LIST][b]Personality:[/b][LIST]Hunter isn’t as complicated as most people would think. He’s a fairly easy going guy that likes to have a laugh and being a vampire nearly 300 years old hasn’t changed that, and why should it? Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he has to be a mopey Annie, he enjoys his unlife. He doesn’t judge people right off the bat and he’s willing to give them a choice to show their true colours before passing judgement and moving on with his life. He just understands that not everyone choses to be who they’ve become, or what they’ve become. Caring and nurturing – it comes with raising a boisterous were-puppy -, he’s got the patience of a saint at times and it’s hard to push him into snapping but not impossible.

Other vampires, more to the point the older kind, scare him and because of that he respects them a hell of a lot. He’s fine with anyone younger but the older ones make the hair on the back of his neck crawl. He knows he’s got to play it careful with the elders of his kind, they could easily shred him a new one if they wanted and to top that off he’s trespassing on an occupied territory. In some places that would have ended with his heart and head removed. Shape shifters are awesome; he’d rather run with someone that was furry inclined then spend time around his own kind. Maybe it’s because of his bloodline, he’s never worked it out, but if Hunter comes across a shape shifter in need, he’ll lend a hand. Humans are the same, as long as they’re not trying to stick a bullet or stake into him, he’s dandy.

He’s extremely protective of Grey, and has bled for his “nephew”, to the point that he has killed for him. Hunter would walk over broken glass if he had to, to make sure that Grey was comfortable, and he’d go without clothes on his back to make sure that Grey had what he needs. Does he love him? Yes. He’s been there since day one, and while it may seem a little odd to some but that’s just the way it is and the hand that Hunter’s been dealt. They’re not related by blood after all so it’s nothing incestuous despite the fact that he regularly refers to Grey as his “nephew” outside of the few people that Hunter can call friend. There blames himself for the death of his “family”, and he believes that he failed his friend from all those years ago, and it gnaws at him at times when he’s not really paying attention to what’s going on around him. [/LIST][b]Likes:[/b][LIST] [*] Being alive...Well, undead and alive. You get the picture. [*] His [URL=http://www.musclecarclub.com/musclecars/pontiac-firebird/images/pontiac-firebird-1968c.jpg]car[/URL]...Well, technically it's Grey's car now. [*] Living under the radar. [*] Keeping Grey safe, even if Grey doesn't always know it. [*] Wandering the coast at night. [*] When it's not to hot or to cold. [*] Playing games on his phone when he's bored. [*] Watching people. [/LIST][b]Dislikes:[/b] [LIST] [*] Following other people’s rules. [*] Wearing suits. Though he does it occasionally. [*] Being hunted like a dog. [*] Seeing Grey struggle with something. [*] Driving in the rain. [*] Seeing animals abused. (This includes shifters, as well.) [*] Pushing to get what he wants. [*] Being dragged into the spotlight, so to speak. [/LIST][b]Strengths:[/b][LIST] [*] Strong willed. [*] High pain tolerance. [*] Won't hesitate to get things done. [*] Grey. [*] Somehow manages to keep Grey calm when he's all worked up. [/LIST][b]Weaknesses:[/b][LIST] [*] Can't enter a person’s house without permission from the owner. Has killed because of this. [*] Normal vampire restrictions and weaknesses. Fire, sunlight, Holy items. [*] Grey! He failed his adopted family, he won't fail Grey. [*] Doesn't always feed right. A little taste here and there, just to hold him over. [*]Stubbornly persistent at times. It’s been known to get him into trouble. [/LIST][b]History:[/b]

When former British Naval officer turned pirate William Morgan found out that the tavern wench, Carmella, that he visited regularly was pregnant with his supposed spawn, he up rooted the poor woman and dragged her all the way from her home in Maracaibo to his home city of London, and in the early summer of 1725, Hunter was pushed screaming into the world and was welcomed with somewhat open arms. Carmella died from a fever and child birth complicates according to the back street midwife that William had paid to help deliver his son, and she wasn’t mourned. William wanted a son, not a wife or a real family, and he already had plenty of mistresses across many main trade routes waiting for him so one whore dead was no skin off his nose to see her buried in an unmarked grave just outside of the city.

For Hunter though, it meant something different. Since William didn’t haul the boy out to sea with him, he was left from the moment he could walk with William’s sister, Cassandra. She was nice enough, and made sure that her brother’s son was fed and looked after, but that was it. There wasn’t a maternal bone in the woman’s body, and Hunter grew to know this very well, especially when he got hurt and all she did was pour boiling hot salt water over his cuts and scrapes and scolded him for being irresponsible before always telling him the same story about how his father would be so disappointed and when he came back from his trip then she would tell him of all the bad things that Hunter had done. If anything that was what made him wish for his father’s return all the more, simply so he could meet the man even if he was to be scolded for being a typical boy. He was nine when William came back to London, and upon first meeting him, Hunter was scared. Worse yet, Cassandra lied through her back teeth to get Hunter out of her house and William had no choice but to agree after giving the boy a beating for causing his beloved sister so much trouble. Fear turned to twisted joy, and the following day he was dragged out of one life and into something...better. He’d always wanted to see new places, meet new people and have an adventure. He wasn’t disappointed either, so he waved good bye to England and followed his father like a loyal little puppy.

By the time Hunter twenty one years old, he returned to London under an assumed name of Jordan Hunter. William had died in a raid on a tavern in Panama nearly two years previous and it was that loss that had him seeking something else. It was his father that had taught him everything that he had known, and without him, well, Hunter saw no point in staying on as a pirate and that was a bit cowardly in itself and went against everything in him for the most part. Besides, piracy had been a dying art for years before his father had taken him away from Cassandra at the age of nine, but it was well and truly dead by the time he returned those thirteen years later with more knowledge of the world and with more than a few secrets and tricks up his sleeves. No doubt there was a noose waiting for him somewhere as well. A few weeks upon his return, he found out that Cassandra had moved to the country because of her health, and instead of tracking her down, Hunter decided to stay in the city and it took a year of roughing it out, but eventually he found his feet so to speak in a classy tavern come whore house in South London. He was to look after the working girls, make sure that they were treated somewhat correctly and if a John thought he could get away with something that the Lady of the house didn’t like, and then he was to deal with it and make sure that it wouldn’t happen again. Simple, really. Right? Right! It was something he could do with little to no trouble, because half the time the punters abided by the rules and Hunter became somewhat of a ghost, only appearing when trouble kicked off over the next few years.

Twenty six, almost twenty seven years old, and surprised that he’d lasted that long in anyone one job, Hunter made the mistake of stepping in to stop some high Lord from doing some serious damage to a girl named Mary, a new addition to the household. She was a sweet lass that was a little ditzy in Hunt’s opinion but she didn’t deserve the ever living Hell kicked out of her because someone had shot his ... pistol ... too early and in the wrong place. Mary was only eighteen at the time. Not liking it, the gentleman turned on Hunter in a rage but the Mistress of the house stepped in before it got too out of hand and warned the male away with the threat that he’d no longer be welcome in any brothel in the city if he didn’t leave. Luckily, the gentleman had some sense and left. That night, after a talk with the Mistress, Hunter became the unofficial career for some of the younger girls and that suited him fine. The ��business’ was changing after all; he’d seen it rise up from a tavern where anyone could get what they wanted to something more refined. The year following, Hunter got close to Mary and as unwise as it was, he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. They just clicked. However, the good times weren’t something that just wasn’t meant to be. Lord Jennings came back on evening with his friends and they flashed a lot of money around. The Mistress, Emily as she was known, had no choice but to serve the ingrates, but she warned Hunter to be on the lookout for trouble as well as the more senior girls and staff. Mary was one of the unlucky girls that were called on to serve the gentlemen and while Hunter didn’t particularly like it, he had no choice but to let it happen. It wasn’t until later that night that Jennings changed from a rich snob to something else, something from the pits of Hell itself when the Mistress refused him personal service. For poor Hunter, it was like some of the stories he’d heard on his ‘travel’ made real.

The Mistress and Jennings tore into each other with fangs, two of Jennings friends turned into monstrous wolf like beasts that lunged for the closest living body that was near them, another turned into a snake-man. If that wasn’t bad enough, some of the girls turned to. Great cats attacked the wolf men, and those that didn’t transform tore into them with fangs. It seemed that Hunter was the only human amidst the nightmare, and after a moment’s hesitation he was spurred into action by something that he considered even worse. Mary had been cornered by a rabid creature, some kind of man-dog thing and Hunter didn’t hesitate in trying to defend her. One almighty smack across the back of his head sent him flying into the path of another monstrosity. Jennings. The vampire male had split from the Mistress and left her bleeding and broken on the floor and took after the disorientated Hunter, and the last thing that Hunter saw before the world went black was Jennings fangs.

He woke up three nights later, chained at the wrists and ankles in the houses cellar with no idea what had happened to him or the others. He’d never been to the lower levels of the house before, hadn’t wanted to, but the coffins lining the wall made him tremble. If it hadn’t been for the Mistress Emily who was in a similar position to him and trying to calm him down, Hunter would have found a way to raise unholy hell. The hunger he felt would have driven him to doing it anyway, but from what he was being told there was just something distracting about it. Jennings had turned him to spite the Mistress, who was in fact Jennings own wife and his former fledgling. Talk about having your mind blown open. Hunter had worked for Mistress Emily for nearly a decade and he’d never once thought of her as someone’s wife. He certainly hadn’t thought of her as a vampire either! The nightly sightings had been written off as being selective with her cliental but that was it, especially since she had more than enough people working for her to get whatever was needed during the day done. It was so crazy that it actually made sense to him. Hunter just didn't accept it fully until Jennings finally gave both of his 'toys' an audience and by then it was too late for him and Mistress Emily as they both listened to the Master vampire rage about how he hadn't wanted to take over Emily's life again, but the insults that he got because of her reputation had been too much for him as it had started to affect his business dealings in the city. It was time to bring his wife to heel! Back to her place at his side, even if he had to destroy everything that she had built during their ‘separation’ as he called it.

After Emily was beaten into submission verbally by her husband, Jennings turned on Hunter, simply because he’d stood up for one of Emily’s girls. As a lesson to his new fledgling, Jennings tore the throat out of one of the girls that Hunter had promised to look after in front of both of his ‘children’. The scent of blood drove Hunter wild, pushed him past being human to a place where only the blood mattered. Jennings let him loose and the only thing that Hunter cared about was the blood that was draining from the girl’s throat and he fell on her, feeding on what was left. Emily tried to bring him back to her, back to being human, back to being Hunter, and she almost succeeded by sheer force of will but at the end of the day, Jennings had his claws in Hunter and he also had Emily right where he wanted her and it was like that for nearly twenty years before anything changed. He didn’t go around as Jennings ‘servant’, he became Hunter again, all because he found out that Mary – who had because Emily’s maid more than a prostitute – had become pregnant with a child to one of Jennings shape shifter friends, a weredog, just like she was. What made Hunter more surprised than suspicious was that Mary claimed she was in love with the male, and there hadn’t been any force involved. He had no option but to agree when he saw what she was like around him. If only he knew how Jennings would react ahead of time, maybe he’d have been able to stop his sire for doing something stupid.

The birth was complicated. Mistress Emily had taken over the proceedings as midwife while Lord Archibald paced in the hallway waiting to see if he had a son or a daughter. Hunter did as he was told, fetched water and towels and was the perfect little man servant. It was on his second trip up from the kitchens that he found Master Jennings had returned early from a business trip – much to everyone’s surprise – and had found out what was happening. He flew into a rage unlike Hunter had ever seen before, and turned on the vulnerable Mary screaming and cursing that she was ruining the bed. Archibald and Emily lunged to keep him away from the woman and Hunter was the one that had to finish delivering the baby and even though he had no idea what he was doing and there was a battle raging behind him, between him and Mary, the young shapeshifter was brought into the world kicking and screaming. It should’ve been a happy moment, and it was, in a way, but one moment Hunter was on his feet and the next he was collapsing and clutching at his chest. He didn’t know that Emily had taken Jennings head clean off his shoulders, leaving Archibald to deal with the rest. A life for a life, the baby was alive and Hunter was dying for a second time. It was a good exchange in Hunters eyes. However it wasn't in Emily's. She blood oathed him to herself in a last ditch attempt to save his life and she almost lost him. Almost. To them, Jennings had never returned home that day and the never mentioned him again.

Excitement over, the vampires became unspoken godparents to the child that had been named Thomas, and they watched as he grew up and his parents passed on seventy years later. Hunter was barely past his first century of un-life and could have done anything or gone anywhere, but a bond of friendship kept him there. Even after Emily finally grew bored with watching out for her friend’s children and their children’s children and moved on, Hunter stuck around keeping tabs on the closest thing that he had to a family. He became an unspoken Uncle. Sure, he was sad to see Emily go but he just couldn’t do it, and wouldn’t do it for all the tea in China. The only problem was that since his Mistress had left to find something else to occupy her, Hunter had to be careful. It wasn’t right for a “rogue” vampire to wander into Kiss’ territories unannounced, and feeding in a territory that was controlled by a Master vampire was even more dangerous for him. So he crept around the territory lines, nibbled rather than fed, and vanished when there was any sign of trouble headed his way. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was his to do with as he wished.

He travelled a bit even though he kept in contact since some of the weredog’s that came and went didn’t seem to like him being close to them or their kin. He dropped out of contact for sixty years at one point because he’d been focused on getting a job and getting some money put away in case he ever needed it, and he did get a bit put away for a rainy day. When he finally came back into contact with the dogs and a lot had changed, Hunter was only glad that he could come back in time to see Grey born and could be in the kids life from the start rather than coming in later and getting growled at by someone. He wouldn’t admit it, but Hunter had been growing tired of everything, those sixty years before Grey’s birth had been tiresome and Hunter hadn’t been able to see the point in trying anymore, but things were oddly different now. So he became Uncle Hunter to Grey and for the first year and a half everything was grand, there wasn’t any trouble that they couldn’t get passed. He should’ve known that it would change though, one night hunters tracked down the family of weredogs and slaughtered them all. Hunter had been out feeding in the main town, rather than staying at the family home that night. He got there too late to save anyone, but he did find Grey stashed away in the cupboard under the stairs. After leaving an anonymous 999 call, Hunter left with Grey; the only thing on his mind was how it would look if the police turned up and found him standing amongst the bodies of his family. It would’ve looked liked he’d done it rather than a roving gang of murderers that pretended to be on a mission from God to destroy monsters

So, they travelled for a bit together. Scotland, Ireland, the States, you name it. It was a bit tricky for Hunter, having to explain why Grey wasn’t in school and what not, but he passed it off as him being in private education. People tended to leave them alone once they heard that, but Hunter – who was going as Jordon at the time – dealt with it and made sure Grey wasn’t affected much. Around about the time that Grey hit fifteen years of age, the kid went through his first shape shift. Hunter was glad of this, even though Grey pretty much freaked out over the fact it was a dog form rather than something fancy like a wolf or bear, but that pretty much sorted itself out when Hunter told him that he turned into a [i]big[/i] dog. Since Hunter had pretty much dragged Grey to the states to make sure no one found out that he was a weredog and could connect him to the family tragedy, it was time to come back home to the UK but not before Hunter paid a few of his old Mistress’s ‘friends’ to find out what had happened all those years before. What was turned up was just a little disturbing to say the least. A rogue sect of Human against Vampires had killed Hunters family all that time ago because of him, and it tore him up inside to learn this.

Four years later, the nightmare came back to finish what was started. Grey was nineteen and Hunter was, well, typical dorky Hunter over a movie night when their little rented house was raided. Hunter told Grey to run as he took one of the humans out before swiftly following. It was only later when they met up on the outside of town to watch their house go up in flames that Hunter realized just how important Grey was to him. It was little too late though, the hunters found them and Hunter threw himself at the lot of them so Grey could runaway and that he’d catch up with him later. What Hunter didn’t want Grey to see was him tearing into the crew of slayers with a rage he didn’t even know existed until he saw their leering grins. Throats game out between fangs, silver bullets hit home weakening him more and more until eventually he was left broken on the floor. Rather than kill him out right like anyone sane would do, they hauled his mangled body to a lock up, told him that he was going to be used as an example for monsters in the area.

Now a vampire can take a lot of damage, they beat him, starved him, and threatened to burn his face off with holy water, you name it, and Hunter dealt with it. He even got a pretty cross shaped scar for mouthing off to a chick that obviously wasn’t getting any at home. It wasn’t until two weeks into this Hell that things got interesting. They started bringing in animals for him to feed off, dogs, cats, rats, hell even some idiot brought him a goat. Rather than feed though, he manipulated the animals even though it cost him. A dog would bite here; a cat would take a swipe at someone’s face. It was worth it because one of the punks came close enough for Hunter to snag him by the throat and tore into it, draining the life from the slayer. All he wanted was the blood at first, but the keys to the pretty jeep and his chains were a bonus. Using the animals as a diversion, Hunter got out of the waterside warehouse and the hell out of dodge. Even though it took him a couple of more weeks to track Grey down, he wasn’t in any state to confront the young weredog. He did however stick close to Grey, more a silent uncle that was heard rather than seen. While he was healing up and Grey was getting on with life, Hunter found out that HAV had found Grey in London. Seeing red, he went straight to Grey’s flat and broke in, he wasn’t going to beat around the bush and told Grey everything that he knew before dragging him out of there and telling Grey’s neighbours that there were trouble makers on the way and that they should call the police because there would be guns! Well, as you can imagine it wasn’t the best reunion and Hunter would’ve done anything to make it better except he couldn’t. All he could do was point Grey in the direction of Jackford with a promise that he’d follow him after he gave the slayers some new tails to chase, and he did.[/SIZE]

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thegreen1969pontiac · 5 years ago

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L’appel Du Vide Chapter 3- T is for Trauma

Eventual Dean x OC

Summary: When Hope’s sister is killed in a less than a normal house fire, and Sam, her sister’s boyfriend, disappears with his brother after her death they’re her number one suspects. When the cops declare the case cold she begins her hunt for the Winchester boys. She follows them in hope for some evidence pointing to the death of her sister, but will she find more than just the cause and the killer? Will she find out more than she wanted to?

Warning: violence, implied domestic abuse, language, really short chapter

Word Count: 923

It is almost a relief at this point to not be having nightmares about Jess. It seems that this is a reward for the countless hours of research and sleepless nights that I had given into the business of finding whatever had killed my little sister. At first, I thought that her death was caused by a toaster being kept on or something that had no meaning to it, just a simple accident. This idea was quickly derailed when the coroner said that the fire was started on Jessica that the fire began with Jessica. Did she do it herself? It was a grueling five minutes that I thought of that, of what could have possibly happened that would make her baby sister want to set herself on fire. That was quickly shot down as well though. Jessica had no way of doing this to herself there were no matches near her when the fire began there was nothing to start the flame with which led me to my final conclusion which was that the death of Jessica wasn't just a death. It was a murder. When my mind finally came to the thought I lost all of the anger I held and let it fly into a hard punch to the hotel wall. Although the wall didn't give, my fist left a decent crack as my hand spouted blood.

Jessica never talked much about her social life, she would talk about her plans and what movies she saw with friends but never about any issues she would have with them she preferred to keep her mouth shut if she didn't have something nice to say about someone. Jessica would often mention Sam though. Sam was Jess' boyfriend of 18 months, they had been together for a while and they were living together at the time. I always knew that my sister was pretty serious about this guy she never came right out and said it, but the way she would talk about him seemed almost fairy tale like.

I wonder if that was how it was like in reality? She would often boast of Sam's IQ that he went to Stanford as well and wanted to become a lawyer. Nothing other than compliments had been spoken about the man, I had never met him but she described him well. After the autopsy they let me see the remnants of the house, and there was a picture of them there, he was tall, enormously tall, with shaggy brown hair and big puppy dog eyes. It didn't occur to me that those eyes could be hiding much more horrific than I knew.

The funeral was a nightmare, mom and dad showed up and so did many of Jessica's high school and college friends. She was always well-liked by people. The place was decked out in roses, it made me sick. They were some of Jess' least favorite flowers, she thought they were overused and lame, the sight just came to show how little everyone knew her. How they didn't know that she thought that her pet fish when she was little had magical powers and could help find missing socks. How she thought that if she wore primary colors together she thought that the day would be lucky.

But I sat through the ceremony, listened to all these strangers talk about her, as if she was now just a memory to be tucked away "but never forgotten". I sat next to my mother and my father both had tears streaming down their faces. I can't imagine how it must feel to lose a daughter, because losing a sister is the worst pain I have ever felt. We all go to the cemetery and bury her, the grave was already made and the face of my sister stares up out of a small little oval frame specially made. Many people place flowers or candles on her grave occasionally a stuffed bear will be left, the roses as before are left on the grave and as the rest of the funeral attendees seem to file away into their own happy lives. I stay standing, staring down at the name on the grave running over it over and over. As if running over the letter with my eyes over and over again was an incantation that would make my dead sister alive and healthy again.

The following days feel horrible, the ache doesn't go away but seems to ache more. I can't seem to do anything anymore without thinking about her, I wake up and as much as I try not to meet my eyes in the mirror I am reminded of all of the things wrong with my life.

I began my manhunt the third week after the funeral two weeks after her death. The cops had already opened an investigation, it mainly was against Sam Winchester the boy who her sister had been dating for the past 18 months. This was open and shut although, Sam had been with his brother Dean on a road trip to Colorado and had several witnesses who could testify to this. But there was no one else, no one that could have possibly started this fire, so when the cops stopped there searching for the murderer and declared it a suicide I began my search. The only other suspect would have to be Sam. Why would he go on a road trip and then get back the same day that his girlfriend was murdered?

And so the hunt began.

#dean winchester #dean x oc #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #l'appel du vide #spn #spn fanfiction #series #long series #slow burn #jessica moore #jessica moore sister #angst #original character

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call-me-emma · 6 years ago

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Inheritance, Part 1

Summary: Emma’s powers are becoming more obvious, her friends and family talk about how to approach the topic with her.

Word Count: Approx. 25K

Pairings: OC x Wally West, Platonic

Warnings: Very mild reference to verbal abuse, cussing (like, 1 swear word).

Author’s Note: I loved writing this! It’s more from the perspective of Emma’s family and friends. Avery belongs to @audreythetealovingcat @audreyandherocs

Avery's eyes lit up as she spotted the tray set out on the bedside table in the Teague’s guestroom. Emma shivered slightly at the tiny shock she got from Avery's excitement. She still hadn't quite gotten used to this- quirk- her friend had. Avery ran her fingers over the delicate petals of the sunflowers and pressed her nose to them, inhaling their sweet summery scent. Picking up the small painted box, she thumbed through the selection of teas it held. She giggled as she saw the pile of lemons, but no knife to cut them. “Emma, thank you! This is so sweet! You didn't have to do all this. It's enough that you're letting me stay with you for the week.” Avery hugged her tightly.

“Actually, it was mostly my mom. She got the flowers and tea, and the tray. I just did the little box.”

Avery turned to Mary, “Thank you, Mrs. Teague. You really didn't need to go to all this trouble. If there's anything I can do while"

Mrs. Teague waved her hand dismissively. “It's no trouble at all, sweetheart. You're welcome in our home anytime. You're practically family. If you need anything while you're here, please let me or Emma know. And please, call me Mama T. All my girls’ friends do.”She beamed and hugged the young girl in front of her. “I'll let you three hang out while I finish dinner. Jessica should be home from gymnastics soon.” Mary Teague had almost unnaturally good instincts about people, and a larger than average dose of maternal instincts to boot. She knew she couldn't have asked for better friends for Emma than Wally and Avery.

Later that evening, after a scrumptious dinner of perfectly charred burgers, sweet corn, homemade pasta salad, and mouthwatering fruit salad, Emma and her friends relaxed around the patio table, joined by her family. Mrs. Teague had set out some freshly squeezed lemonade, and some homemade cookies Emma had helped her bake. Her daughter had insisted on trying out a new recipe for peanut butter chocolate cookies as well some lemon blueberry muffins for breakfast the next morning.

A warm summer breeze danced in and out of the trees as fireflies blinked and twinkled around them. From down the block, children could be heard laughing and shouting; probably playing a game of late night tag. Fireworks burst in the distance. Tonight was one of the few nights that Emma's father joined them at the table after dinner, instead of locking himself in his home office. Neither Emma or Wally flinched when Avery grabbed a lemon and sunk her teeth into the peel. Jessica made a quick face and opened her mouth to say something, but one look from her mom and sister told her to behave.

Emma's dad said nothing, but his disapproving pout was enough. Emma glared at him before looking at Avery. Either she hadn't noticed, or she wasn't reacting. That was for the best. Emma didn't want to deal with the way he'd respond if anyone questioned his rude behavior. Sensing Emma's tension, Avery put down her lemon and patted her friend’s knee. Emma squeezed Avery's hand in a quick ‘thank you’. She wasn't sure how, but Avery and Wally always seemed to know exactly what she was feeling, sometimes even better than her or her family. Avery was especially good at it.

“So, Avery, is there anything special you want to do while you’re here?” Mrs. Teague asked. “I'm good for whatever. It doesn't particularly matter to me,” Avery shrugged.

“Well, Emma's dad has to work tomorrow, and Jessie has a pool party and gym practice. You three are welcome to come to the party if you want. Or you can just hang out and do your own thing.”

Emma glanced at Avery, having sensed a change in her mood. It felt like tiny pinpricks of static, haphazardly scattering across her arms. Her hands were suddenly a bit clammy, and she felt jittery. It dawned on Emma that Avery was afraid of something. She answered before Avery had to say no. “Well, actually, there's that new interactive science wing they just opened at the Flash Museum. It's supposed to be really cool. We could go there.”

“Yeah! That sounds totally crash! Uncle Barry keeps putting off taking me.”

Avery smiled. “That sounds good to me. Is that ok, Mrs. Teague?”

“Sure. If that's what you want to do,” She nodded. “I'll leave you some money for tickets and lunch. And a little for the gift shop.”

Emma's dad had been sitting silently while the group discussed plans. The minute the Flash was mentioned, he stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair before sulking off into the house.

Emma clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, but her head was dipped in shame. “He just doesn't like metas.” “Fucking asshole” She added under her breath.

“Is it really alright, Mrs. Teague? I don't wish to upset anyone,” Avery offered worriedly.

“No, no. It's fine. Really. I'd tell you if it wasn't. If you want to go to the museum, then go and enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about him.”

“Yeah, it's fine. Dad will get over it. He's kind of closed minded that way. Just because you have powers doesn't mean you're bad.” Jess added.

After a bit more reassurance from Emma's family, and the puppy dog eyes and pleading face from Wally, Avery gave in. She had been wanting to see the new exhibit, and she couldn't deny her friends. Plus, she theorized, there might be some things there that would help her and Wally test Emma's new- abilities. One quick read of Wally’s thoughts and she sensed he seemed to be on the same page. She’d have to talk to him more about it later.

The next morning Wally made sure to get to Emma's house a bit early to talk to Avery. Lately, he had noticed some strange things around Emma, and he wanted Avery's input on how to handle it. Besides, he figured Avery might have noticed some things too. He knew Emma would still be getting ready, affording him a chance to talk to Avery alone. Emma wasn't exactly a morning person. Wally bounced on his heels and greeted Mrs. Teague cheerfully when she opened the door. “Hi, Mama Teague good morning how are you?”

Mary smiled at Wally and couldn't help but chuckle slightly at him. She never quite knew where he got all his boundless energy. “Come on in, sweetie,” she said, letting him in. “Emma's still upstairs getting ready, but Avery's out on the back deck having breakfast. Can I get you anything?”

“Mmmm, do I smell pancakes? And bacon?” He craned his neck to try and peek in the kitchen.

Mama Teague smiled brightly. “Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit, and Emma made muffins. It’s on the kitchen table. Help yourself”.

“Gee thanks, Mrs. Teague. It smells so good.” He yelled over his shoulder, already halfway to the kitchen. After fixing a heaping plate of breakfast Wally headed out to the gazebo and plopped down across from Avery. She was contentedly sipping her tea and munching on one of the muffins Emma had baked with her in mind.

Mary Teague hummed to herself as she fixed herself a small breakfast plate and sat down at the table; looking out at Emma’s two friends, whom she had come to see as her own adopted kids. She was glad her daughter had made such good friends. She had been worried about her when they had moved from Chicago. Emma had never been exactly outgoing, and making friends had been something she’d struggled with her whole life. In Chicago, she had had the Girl Scout troop that her mother lead, and her friends at summer camp. Now she didn't even have that. Somehow, by God’s grace, she thought, Emma had met Wally and Avery and developed an almost inseparable bond with them. She had also made a few other close friends and started going to the youth group at a local church. Mary had recently started going back to church herself and her daughters joined her. She wanted them to have that same faith, knowing the strength and peace it had given her in the midst of a tumultuous time. Lately, she knew Emma would need all the support she could get.

She had noticed that her daughter seemed to be developing some new powers. Whenever her husband and Emma argued; which was far too frequently the past few months; things moved without anyone touching them. And she’d been hearing some of Emma’s thoughts as well, as clearly as if Emma were saying them out loud. A few times she’d actually asked Emma to repeat what she’d said, only to be met with a questioning stare and ‘i didn’t say anything’. Even worse, she was sure that Emma was somehow hearing some of her own worries and fears about her failing marriage, along with her father’s thoughts about what a disappointment she was. Not that she needed to hear his thoughts to know how he felt. His cold demeanor toward her and the way he snapped at her for every little mistake was enough.

Mrs. Teague vaguely remembered something about her ancestors having powers, possibly being of Alien descent. She suspected that was the cause of Emma’s new powers, and she knew she would need to talk to somebody about what was happening to her. She also knew her daughter was noticing the powers herself, and she was scared. But every time Mary tried to approach the subject, Emma immediately shut down, becoming angry and defensive. Her daughter had never been this closed off from her before, and she didn't like it. Mrs. Teague prayed that her daughter's two friends would be able to get through her walls.

Avery smiled as she watched Wally stuff a mouthful of pancakes into his mouth. “Didn't you already eat breakfast?” she chided sarcastically.

He answered around his bite. “Yeah, I did. But Mama T made all my favorites. And her chocolate chip pancakes are the best!” He quickly glanced over his shoulder before leaning in across the table. “So. what are we gonna do? Y'know, bout our friend?”

Avery took a thoughtful sip of her Earl Grey before answering. “Well,” she started methodically, “We need to be certain she has powers first. And what exactly they are. So far, everything we've seen could be explained another way. We don't want to alarm her unnecessarily.”

“True, true. I wish we could ask her parents, but frankly, I don't trust her dad, and her mom has so much on her plate right now. And I'm not sure Emma would want us to bring it up to her mom. From what her mom has told me, she may have tried to talk to Emma about it, and it wasn't received well.”

“No, I definitely don't trust her dad, at least not with this. Not after his reaction last night. I get a bad vibe from him. Like he's always angry. And, unpredictable, aggressive. And I agree, we shouldn't go to her mom, yet. Not until we know for sure.”

“He is,” Wally said. “At least from what she tells me. She’s spent way too many weekends at my place or Uncle Barry’s after they’ve fought. You don’t want to know half of what she tells me. I’m worried about her. She hides it pretty well around most people, but she’s carrying a lot. She’s. I don’t know what. I just know she’s stressed. And most of that is because of him,” he growled, pounding his fist on the table. “ And now this, her possibly having powers. It should be a good thing. But for her…”Wally shook his head sadly and trailed off.

“She doesn’t talk much about it to me, but I feel it too. Her emotions are all over the place. However we approach this, we need to be careful. We don’t want to stress her out anymore, and we don’t know how she’ll react. But, I can’t imagine it will be good.”

“We should test her. At the museum. They have some new exhibits on metahumans and stuff. We can use that, she won’t realize what we’re doing.” Wally offered, stuffing another bite of eggs in his mouth.

“I don’t like lying to her. She’s been lied to enough.” Avery said.

“I don’t like lying to her either. But we can’t tell her we think she’s a metahuman without being sure. You know her. The minute we tell her, she’ll start overthinking and send her down a spiral. Before we say anything, we need to be absolutely sure. Or, at least as sure as we can be.”

“I don’t know, Wally. I know you mean well, but ”

“Hey, you said yourself her emotions are all over the place lately. She’s already confused enough, I think she’s started to notice some things herself. And with her family. Her asshole dad’s made it pretty clear how he feels about metas. If we tell her, she’s going to end up worrying about what he’ll think. Do we really want to send her down that thought process if we aren’t sure she has them?”

Avery bit her lip a bit and stirred her tea absentmindedly. “Ok. You’re right.” She sighed. “Let’s test her at the museum. But after that, if we suspect, we have to tell her. Especially if she’s started noticing the changes herself as you suspect. Which makes sense, it would help explain why her emotions are so confused.”

By the time Emma joined them, they had come up with their plan. She sat down just as they finished talking. She glanced back and forth between them a few times, frowning slightly. “So. What are you two so busy kibitzing about?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Wally answered a little too quickly, causing Avery to kick him under the table.

“Hmmm.. nothing? What’s so secret about nothing?” Emma said, keeping her tone light but staring at Wally pointedly. If there was one thing she hated, it was people keeping secrets from her.

“Actually, we were just talking about who to set you up with.” As much as Avery hated lying to her friend, she knew Wally was right, and that keeping their discussion a secret, for now, was best. “We have this friend in Gotham”. She hadn’t thought about it before, but now that she did, a certain mutual friend of theirs would be perfect for Emma. This time Wally kicked Avery under the table.

Sensing Wally’s sudden change in mood, and sensing from Avery that whatever they were keeping from her wasn’t anything bad, Emma rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay. Y’know what? I know who you can set me up with too. How about no one. I need a boyfriend like the Cubs need another curse.”

“Really? we can’t set you up with anyone? Not even, a certain handsome hero? Who’s really fast?”

“No. Not even Kid Flash. Besides, are you sure you don’t have a crush on him yourself, Wallman?” Emma nudged her friend.

Avery nearly spat out her tea laughing. The group finished breakfast in a cheerful mood before heading out to the museum.

#emma teague #my OC #oc x wally west #avery yu #audreyandherocs #emma #avery

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MYSTIC: TASK #002 FAMILY TREE/CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS

► 001. FAMILY.

Kieran Shaw (Jeff Bridges) | Father

Once upon a time Kieran was the apple of his son’s eye. He was the one who instilled most of the lessons that Damien still inhabits until this day, yet couldn’t even follow himself. Growing up Kieran never spoke about his childhood, he was saving it for the “self proclaimed” autobiography he had been working on for years. And despite being a romantic with an adventurous streak in him, the constant failure of being unable to make his dreams a reality had broken him down into someone unrecognizable. The first time Damien saw, then felt, his father’s hands being placed upon his mother and himself, his world completely shattered. He was only ten then, coping by keeping all of his emotions and feelings as tempered as could be so as not to incite his father’s anger. He grew to hate Kieran, eventually protecting his mother in self defense before they ran away. From time to time, he might’ve heard some word about his father having remarried and moved on but he never allowed anyone to finish their statements since there is nothing but bad feelings associated with the man. Damien has’t seen or heard from Kieran in over twenty-years and he has no problem keeping it that way.

Elizabeth Cross (Juliane Moore) | Mother

Lizzie Cross came from a nuclear family. Her father was a partner in a highly successful law firm placed in the heart of New York City. Her mother was a stay at home mom, taking care of her daughter and husband’s needs always without complaint. It was a life Elizabeth didn’t want, so she skipped college and went on her own journey across country where she met Kieran, fell in love, and had Damien less than two years later. Though their demise would say otherwise, there was a time when his parents truly loved each other. So much so that, before things went to shit, he idolized their love. Even though his mother had made questionable decisions herself when she was younger she had always remained gentle and kind to her one and only child. Understanding and real. She never deserved the bad things his father did to her. Even in adulthood, his mother remains his best friend and biggest fan. They talk every day no matter where he happens to be and, sometimes, he flies her out on his assignments.

The Great Wonder (Tom Holland) | Son

Perhaps there was a time when Damien wanted children. Truthfully he couldn’t remember, but after all of the abuse his father had subjected him to he had given up on such a thought. Despite the fact that he would never hurt anyone unless it was called for, Damien felt that he had other ugly aspects of his father that he never wanted to pass down to a child. His blood, his genes, were simply tainted. Damaged goods. Even after going steady with Jamie Reid at the age of fifteen and losing their virginities to each other a year later, it never dawned on Damien that the possible reasoning for Jamie’s apparent ghosting was because she was pregnant. Twenty-two years later and Damien still doesn’t have a clue that one of his worst nightmares has been a reality for more than half of his life.

Sasha Shaw | Fur Baby

The absolute love of his life, Damien saved Sasha from a kill shelter as a puppy. Having been badly malnourished and thrown away in a box, the veterinarian had no idea if she would survive but Damien insisted that they do whatever needed to be done and he would gladly pay for it. Seven months later and Sasha was fully healed and they were stuck at the hip... the rest is history. As a fairly active man, there is no place that Damien will go without Sasha. Whether it’s traveling for work or various adventures throughout his day—dog park, hiking, jogging, walking to the corner store in New York, etcetc—Sasha is by his side 9 times out of 10 and there’s nothing anyone tell him about it.

The Other Family (UTP 0/3) | Step Siblings

While Kieran was off on those adventures without Damien and his mother, he had come across a few women in his time. It was an arrangement that Lizzie had no problem with as long as he didn’t get emotionally invested, but regardless of what was agreed upon, Kieran had found himself breaking that promise much like many others. While Lizzie and Damien were left in the dark, Kieran had gotten another woman pregnant when Damien was just twelve years old... and continued to throughout the years before and after he ran back to the mystery woman to lick his wounds. Not that this is information that Damien has become privy to even now.

► 002. FRIENDS & ACQUAINTANCES.

John Reid (Liam Neeson) | Father-Figure

One would argue that if Damien didn’t have John Reid as his mentor, he wouldn’t have been as successful in his career path or life. John was everything that his father thought he was—or rather, who Kieran pretended to be. A true artist who inspired with kindness, direction and wise words rather than beaten down deterioration. Their relationship is one that has spanned exactly twenty-four years and, much like his own mother, Damien calls and visits the man whom he considers family till this very day when time allows it.

Nora Broderick (Tessa Thompson) | Best Friend

Right as Damien was beginning to get more traction in his career, he moved to California for a time where he happened to be introduced to Nora’s then husband, and eventually, Nora herself. They hit it off quite well—bonding exceptionally quick much to Damien’s surprise—and were there for each other when various situations were especially difficult in each other’s lives. It’s a bond that has withstood the span of time, even with Damien constantly on the go for work. He would do anything for Nora and he was sure that she would definitely do the same for him.

Matty Razo (Peter Gadiot) | Mentee

The little brother he never knew he wanted, when Damien first met Matty the younger male wasn’t quite ready to show off his artistic skills but somehow Damien was lucky enough to be the first to make him feel comfortable. Knowing the true power of being saved by your passion first hand, he returned the favor and simply did for Matty what John Reid did for him many years ago. When he found out that Matty stopped being a cop and instead opened his own tattoo shop, Damien couldn’t have been more proud—even if he still hasn’t visited yet, they kept in touch, maintaining the close relationship they built in New York.

Marcus Turner (Jesse Williams) | Friend

Introduced through Jamie when they were teenagers, at first Marcus and Damien got along like apples and oranges. The complete opposite of each other, Damien learned how to not simply be the wallflower in the background because of Marcus’ influence. In their older age, Damien often let’s Marcus know whenever he’s back in town for a drink or to chill with him at whatever high end New York elite party Marcus drags him to. One thing they both avoid, however, is the mention of Jamie—and Damien has always been thankful that Marcus has always seemed to have a quiet understanding on the matter. Though he has no idea that Marcus is currently in Mystic and the circumstances that made it so.

Travis Hawthorne (Matt Bomer) | Fellow Book Nerd

After meeting on during the beach event in the Coastline (taking pictures of the townsfolk and filming “positive” testimonies), both men got to chatting as Damien started packing his gear for the day. In that time span, both learned that they had some things in common—mostly, their love for literature. Deciding to exchange numbers, they have made their very own two-man book club here in Mystic.

Emir Turel (Kerem Bürsin) | Business Associates

Though not the closest of friends there is one thing that Emir and Damien share: a healthy respect for anyone who has pushed themselves to succeed. It’s something that they both relate to heavily, having been around the same circles, and worked with each other in the past to great results. When it comes to business their minds are very similar: get the job done.

Johanna Malcom (Bethany Joy Lenz) | Acquaintance

While Jamie and him were dating, Jamie had gushed constantly about her friends. Most notably Jo. Though they haven’t officially met in person, he did recognize Johanna from the pictures that he has seen even from all of those years ago.

► 003. ROMANTIC.

Jamie Reid (Alexandra Breckenridge) | Baby Momma/First Love

The epitome of the one who got away, Damien has been haunted by Jamie ever since she first disappeared twenty-three years ago. Even after they bumped into each other again in their early twenties in Europe purely by chance, did he find himself unable to let go emotionally. They were star-crossed; perfect for each other but unable to be together due to various inconveniences. So, they moved on and it was supposed to be that—despite the lack of questions asked on his part to keep him from spiraling down a rabbit hole. Still, he never forgot about her and has a weakness fondness for her til this very day.

Mia Valentine (UTP) | Ex-Girlfriend

The second woman he’s ever allowed himself to fall for. Though their personalities were completely different (with Mia being a complete Type A personality to the T), Damien adored Mia in his own way. In fact, she was the first woman since Jamie that he had allowed himself to be emotionally available for. She was the ying to his yang; the woman who strengthened every one of his weakness and vice versa and they were very happy for four years despite their bickering. Until she started talking about marriage... and children. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted, Damien broke it off after Mia proposed.

#mystic: task #mentions of:#abuse tw

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