#mercy peltier

[protoslacker]

Keeping an 80-year-old man with various health issues locked behind bars for the rest of his life doesn’t serve justice. We hope that President Biden finds it in his heart to release Leonard Peltier as a matter of humanity, mercy, and human rights.

Justin Mazzola quoted in an article by Jennifer Bendery at HufPost. Amnesty International Urges Biden To Release Leonard Peltier Before Leaving Office

"You have the opportunity to rectify a case that has long troubled human rights advocates and Indigenous Peoples worldwide," the group told the president.

[obsessedwithlarkin]

TDA LV is tomorrow so let's recap all the popular dancers doing BD by studios

Abby Lee Dance Company:

• Maria Moreno ( Remedy)

CAPAS:

• Kamri Peterson ( A Deal With Chaos)

• Stella Condie ( Comet)

• Tessa Horan ( I Found A Place)

• Halle Hunt ( LaLa Land)

• Mya Tulieva ( Debris)

• Naomi Harper ( Make You Feel My Love)

• Remi Frye ( Imagine)

• Mabel Wilde ( Weird People)

• Isla Parcell ( You Are So Beautiful)

• Stella Binkerhoff ( My Funny Valentine)

• Hailey Bills ( Malaguegna)

• Brooklyn Ward ( Accelerando)

• Rory Frye ( Tempete)

• Khloe Kdouros ( Lovefool)

CLUB DANCE:

• Alexis Alvarez ( Lullaby Dream)

• Kennedy Besch ( Tomorrow's Song)

• Kennedy Marble ( Bitter Earth)

• Tatum Self ( Spectrum Of Love)

• Nixie Vance ( To Silence)

• Kinley Harper ( P.Y.T)

• Lucia Piedrahita ( To Be Loved)

•Paislee Perkins ( Beautiful Like Me)

• Libby Jhonson ( She Remembers)

• Mikayla Isler ( Over My Head)

• Kyle Young ( On Broadway)

•Abbey Scott ( In My Memory)

• Brooklyn Besch ( Illusions)

• Isla Gardner ( Joga)

• Emma Scott ( Spine)

DC2:

• Taylor Morrison ( Stupid)

• Penelope Akey ( Not Gone)

• Savannah Brenly ( Tough Love)

• Scarlett Brenly ( Blackbird)

• Ramsey Landry ( National Pastime)

• Alivia Hughes ( Rest Soft)

• Jaxon Adamson ( Baby I'm A Star)

• Emery Duffin ( The Layers She Shed)

• Claire Pistor ( Piece By Piece)

DANCE DESIGNS DANCE COMPLEX :

• McKenzie Busing ( The Red Hand)

DANCE TOWN MIAMI:

•Amanda Carpenter ( If You Go Away)

• Belle Arauz ( How To Feel)

• Victoria Remon ( Within You)

DANCE UNLIMITED BOISE:

• Megan Barraza ( Wildfire)

DANCEOLOGY

• Soleil Lynch ( In The Void)

• Brody Schaffer (Oh Darling)

• Isabella Lynch ( At My Mercy)

• Zsabrina Grenevitch (New Direction)

DOLCE DANCE STUDIO:

• Payton Kahl ( Welcome Home)

• Zoey German ( Tainted Love)

ELITE DANCE PRO:

• Madisyn Amos ( A New Life)

• River Sergerman ( Shiver)

K2 STUDIOS:

• Abby Viramontes ( Cry Me A River)

• Neraiah Karmann ( Crumbling)

•Kenzli Reece ( Strange Fruit)

• Jessica Sutton ( Wild Is The Wind)

LARKIN DANCE STUDIO:

• Claire Monge ( Fall Deep)

• Harlow Pike ( Blind By)

• Savannah Manzel ( Concerto)

• Jayla Xiong ( We Come Apart)

• Grace Sullivan ( Broken Waltz)

• Mailyn Munos ( Misty)

• Neala Murphy ( This Is Me)

• Evie McCune-Barrett ( Into The Darkness)

• Scarlett Manzel ( What A Feeling)

• Evelyn Ringeisen ( Praise You)

• Giuliana Shea ( I Dreamed A Dream)

• Whitney Lissick ( Orange Colored Sky)

• Harper Kill ( Show Off)

• Savannah Jackson ( No More Tears)

• Ginny Hickembotam-Western ( I Wanna Go To Hollywood)

• Matinly Conrad ( Ain't That A Kick)

• Lexie Charnstrom ( The Last Waltz)

• Chase Lang ( Mr. Bongajales)

• Mila Ashyford ( People's Faces)

• Bella Charnstrom ( Walking On)

• Lilly Anderson ( My Love)

• Kelsie Jacobson ( Turbulence)

• Tillie Khul ( Escape The Weight)

• Finley Ashfield ( Fools Who Dream)

• Palmer Peltier ( The Looking Glass)

• Reese Ringold ( Rescue)

N10 DANCE STUDIOS:

• Madison Ng ( Night Sculpture)

PAVE:

•Liv Matson ( My Mother's Work)

• Tayah Klimick ( Slow Me Down)

STARS:

• Ella Dobler ( Those Who Were Left Behind)

STUDIO X:

• Aurora Andreski ( Ghost)

SUMMER'S DANCE WORKS:

• Jewel Moody ( A. I. Unleashed)

• Camryn Conrad ( The Way)

THE ACADEMY

• Kinsley Stella ( Reflections)

THE BASE DANCE CENTER:

• Roxie Onellion ( Amor)

THE COMPANY SPACE:

• Vivian Marcodes ( Medicine)

• AvaRose Campbell ( The List)

• Stella Marcodes ( Joan Of Arc)

• Zaylee Watson ( Calling Home)

• Piper Perusse (Something's Got A Hold On Me)

• Ila Howick ( Once Upon Another Time)

THE ROCK:

• Melina Biltz ( Inductive Mind)

• Mia Ibach ( Liquid Smooth)

WEST FLORIDA DANCE COMPANY:

• Macey Strickland ( Heavenly Bodies)

WOODBURY DANCE CENTER:

• Kylie Roach ( Small Things)

• Skylar Wong ( Just A Room)

[cabotcomix]

Et voilà. Cabot Comix n° 17 avec les extraits.

Pour les intéressés voici le lien vers la liste des libraires (adresses et téléphones) où le fanzine est en dépôt vente : https://cabotcomicsmagazinebd.blogspot.com/.../les...

Encore merci aux auteurs, Remy Cattelain, Fred Dupont et aux libraires, le Kiosque au M° Nationale, le bouquiniste Paramètre BD, les librairies, Super Héros, Sanzot, Bulles en Tête rue Le Peltier et Le Monte en l'Air !

Et merci évidemment aux fans de BD errants sur FB qui m'ont acheté des Cabot dans le passé. Et pour les abonnés au clos Cabot Solo, vous recevrez ce numéro en remplacement. Vous y trouverez la suite de La Maison de Rohrer.

+ d'infos sur le site web du zine : https://cabotcomicsmagazinebd.blogspot.com/

Voilà voilà,

Bisous Bisous

[truebloodrandazzo]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Sherrilyn Kenyon No Mercy (Dark-Hunter Novels) Hardcover Book.

[damienxhunt]

A Beautiful Little Fool

“I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

Damien waited outside of Mercy’s apartment, having seen the dogs he’d grown fond of. To be perfectly frank, it was probably why he was mildly perturbed that his brother went after her-- who would look after the two dogs if she was gone?

He was yet to see his brother, but the older sibling’s world seemed to grow smaller the longer he stayed in Ashbourne; the vampire shouldn’t be surprised at this point, Kai’s loathing for him ran deep and it seems his younger brother had succeeded in limiting his movements. Mercy had been patient and faithful and so helplessly coy, at one point he had an inkling that the librarian had a thing for him, but it had been centuries and still she remained by his side though he never did ask to clarify why.

“All set?“ he asked as the door swung open.

@vampxriclibrarian

[huntersbrotherhood]

Única hija de los Peltier, destinada a ocupar el lugar de su madre en el Omegrión. Pero el destino quiso que ella naciera arcadiana, aunque ocultó su condición durante siglos. También ocultó su amor por Fang, el lobo katagario Kattalakis. Tuvo que pelear contra daimons, demonios y casi contra su propia famila para poder estar con quien amaba. A día de hoy, esta osa es madre de dos pequeños...¿lobos, osos, lobosos? Lo descubriremos más adelante.

[books-in-a-storm]

Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: No Mercy(Dark-Hunter #18)

Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Pages:343

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄❄❄(5/5)

Synopsis: Live fast, fight hard and if you have to die then take as many of your enemies with you as you can. That is the Amazon credo and it was one Samia lived and died by. Now in contemporary New Orleans, the immortal Amazon warrior is about to learn that there’s a worse evil coming to slaughter mankind than she’s ever faced before. Shapeshifter Dev Peltier has stood guard at the front of Sanctuary for almost two hundred years and in that time, he’s seen it all. Or so he thought. Now their enemies have discovered a new source of power- one that makes a mockery of anything faced to date. The war is on and Dev and Sam are guarding ground zero. But in order to win, they will have to break the most cardinal of all rules and pray it doesn’t unravel the universe as we know it.

First And Last Sentence: Here

[booksandwords]

No Mercy by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Series: Dark-Hunter, #18; Were-Hunter, #5 Read time: 4 Days Rating: 3.5/5

The quote: You can take my life, but you'll never break me. So bring me your worst... And I will definitely give you mine.

I'm going to start with what is usually my closing statement. I have a love-hate relationship with this book. I don't like Samia much, I don't like Dev's arc and as a fan of the Chronicle of Nick (book one Infinity), I always struggle with Dark-Hunter canon Nick (who I regularly refer to as Ambrose for my sanity). But this is a book that adds a lot to the canon of the Dark-Hunter verse. With Bad Moon Rising it forms this odd kind of duology you technically could read one of the two without reading the other, but they make so much more sense read together especially given the closeness of Amy and Dev. It's valuable and interesting as part of the Dark-Hunter canon but I'm not a huge fan of the story.

Samia Savage was born an Amazonian warrior she sold her soul to become a Dark-Hunter. More than that she is a machiskyli, a Dog of War an Elite DH soldier her gifts were gifted to her on one of Artemis's one of bad days, empathy, psychometry and telekinesis. They are a pain in the ass, she can not touch anything without getting memories off it. Devereaux 'Dev' Peltier is an Arcadian werebear. After the death of his parents at the ending of Bad Moon Rising he's developed a severe case of wanderlust. As one expects from a series where love has power, Dev is immune to Sam's powers.

Sam has a serious history with one of the other Dogs of War, Ethon. To say too much gets in to spoiler territory. It is a smart play it does add some humanity to the hunters which is sometimes missing from their eternal lives. Her humanising feels weird with Dev's character alteration there is a line about halfway through that is slightly out of line with what was known of his character already, it turns his character on its head. He goes from being family driven to insular.

The plot didn't make a lot a sense to me. Essentially Stryker one of the overarching series big bads wants Sam for unknown reasons. When she is taken it isn't as simple as it seems, because when is it ever? But when Stryker does eventually get his slimy little hands on her there isn't a real reason for it. It does feel more like this story was written as a carrier for the lore revealed rather than the characters. I mean we do meet some fun characters but the plot is a bit okay why are we doing this. I love Sherri but some plots definitely make more sense than others.

Some random note from my reading (which largely relate to characters given the interconnected nature of Sherri's writing):

Simone sounds fantastic as does her husband. "She's a half demon married to a half demon demigod and they live with two ghosts" The associated story is Dream Chaser.

El Escorpion is easily the best of the Dogs. A medieval Spanish knight whose speciality weapon is throwing knives and he doesn't speak much. He's a contradiction, he likes to kill but he's also their medic. I want to know his story.

Cael is a badass. I'm fully on board with him eventually getting his own book. He's a hybrid Dark-Hunter/Daimon and is now a Hellchaser. Sherri hasn't confirmed him getting his own book though.

Wait The Morai are Ash's sisters? Exactly how connected is he? (I haven't read Acheron)

Oh... Sherri you spoil us, Manticores. Even if they are slightly off the traditional. 

Goodreads

[portbaysss]

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MASSIMILIANO LORENZETTI  played by  ED.

MERCEDES PELTIER  played by  BRITTANY.

LOUISE DEVEREUX  played by  LES.

ALI YALDIZ  played by  RAE.

disclaimer:  if you do not see your character’s name listed please contact the main.

★ ━ ( Chris Hemsworth, male, he/his/him ) ━ ★ the other day i ran into Massimiliano Lorenzetti. it’s funny because i was just thinking about how the thirty four years old’s birthday was on 09/11 and how the last time i saw him, Massi was goal driven, kind & persistent, but could also be stubborn, impatient & conceited. anyway, he's been living in Hillsboro for 4 years & currently works as a/an film maker.

★ ━ ( margot robbie, cisfemale, she/her ) ━ ★ the other day i ran into MERCEDES PELTIER. it’s funny because i was just thinking about how the THIRTY THREE’s birthday was on JANUARY 12TH and how the last time i saw her, MERCY was CHARMING, OPTIMISTIC & PASSIONATE, but could also be NOSY, FOOLISH, & IMPULSIVE. anyway, she has been living in DOWNTOWN PORTLAND for TWO YEARS & currently works as a WRITER FOR THE NYC TIMES.

★ ━ ( kristin kreuk, cis female, she/her) ━ ★ the other day i ran into LOUISE DEVEREUX. it’s funny because i was just thinking about how the THIRTY-FIVE YEAR OLD’s birthday was on APRIL 3RD and how the last time i saw her, LOU was HARD-WORKING, PASSIONATE, & CARING, but could also be OVERWHELMING, CHILDISH, & STUBBORN. anyway, he has been living in ST. JOHNS for FIFTEEN YEARS & currently works as a PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

★ ━ (can yaman, male, he/him ) ━ ★ the other day i ran into ALI YALDIZ. it’s funny because i was just thinking about how the THIRTY YEAR OLD’s birthday was on NOVEMBER 9th how the last time i saw him, ALI was PRAGMATIC, INSIGHTFUL, OUTGOING but could also be IMPULSIVE, SHORT TEMPERED, SELF-RIGHTEOUS. anyway, he has been living in RICHMOND for THREE YEARS & currently works as a ER RESIDENT.

[psychosprey]

CHARACTER   OUTLINE Bolded for major, italics for minor, struck for unacknowledged/unadmitted

FULL NAME :  Adrian Peltiers TITLE(S) :   The Osprey, The Raptor of Gotham, Robin Reject, Nightwing Knockoff NICKNAME(S) :  Ops, Birdbrain, Nest Head, TBD.

╳ FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

♔ STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | sword/knifeplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socialising | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing

Stolen from: @brokentoys

Tagging: (You)

[lucsilvain-blog]

Luc: “ un peu d'émotion à l'occasion du décès  de l'immense Raoul “

Bernard R: “Quand je pense aux pompes qu'il nous a fait faire! Un prof d'une      autre époque, qui y croyait et dont le souvenir ne s'efface pas.Requiem in pace”

Michel :“ Je me suis rendu aux deux hommages. La cathédrale était comble et l'émotion ressentie par tous ceux présents à Sauclieres fut poignante.”

Jean Marie:”Merci Luc pour cette piqûre de rappel! Que de souvenirs qui reviennent....”

Francis:”Adieu l'artiste. Dix titres de champion ! Les pompes et les coups de pieds au cul pour les trainards en cours d'EPS ! Finalement des souvenirs émouvants et ineffaçables”

Sylvian:” Dans son genre grand bonhomme!Quand on était du sérail (rugby), tout allait bien, mais les "borderlines" ouille! je me souviens d'une séance de pompes mains tournées vers l'intérieur! Raoul a écrasé les doigts du pauvre Peltier qui n'avait pas tout pigé et qui s'est écroulé en gueulant comme un goret: sanction immédiate "tu vas te faire marquer 8h, tu diras que c'est Raoul." Et des conseils technico-techniques à des cadets dont j'étais "tout ce qui est à terre est considéré comme gazon"! Je crois me rappeler qu'on le croyait...un peu. “

Bernard G::” n avait cours le lendemain de la victoire.Grognon et massif pas un mot de plus. Souvenirs encore ..”.

[vampxriclibrarian-blog]

Can’t Sleep, Can’t Breathe||self-para

tw: death, nightmare caused by bracelet

Mercy shut the lights as she went to bed, hands shaking as she took a deep breath. She hoped she'd get some sleep tonight, and hopefully have some good dreams, unlike last time where she had nightmare after nightmare after nightmare about Kai, murder and death-even hallucinating that he was stalking her everywhere she went. She was tired of it and wanted it to stop.

Staring down at the bracelet, her hand shaking, she shut her eyes for a moment to try and will it to stop, but when she opened her eyes, he was standing there, just staring at her with that damn smirk on his face.

Grabbing the novel off her nightstand, she gripped it as she turned to face him. "Why won't you....leave me the hell alone!" Mercedes screamed as she thew the book at the window across from her. It landed with a loud crash and Kai disappeared. Glass fell everywhere as she stepped back and sank down to her knees, tears falling down her face. 

"Please leave me alone...." she whispered through her tears when she heard someone knocking on her door.

"Miss Peltier? Is everything alright?" her next door neighbor asked. "We heard a crash and..."

"I'm-I'm fine," she called as she stood up and went to the door, gulping down the fear that was clogging up her throat. Mercedes undid the locks and opened it to see her next door neighbor, waiting for his face to change into Kai's, but it didn't happen. "I'm fine," she repeated again, flashing him a small smile. "I just...I thought someone was robbing me and I scared them."

A simple lie, of course, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment, even when she wanted to compel him. Please believe me, she thought as she watched him look around. I'm not crazy, I swear!

With a little nod, her neighbor pulled back and went back home, and Mercedes closed the door and locked it, leaning against the door and letting the rest of her tears come down. "I'm not....I'm not crazy," she whispered. "I just want to...I just want to sleep..."

Getting up, she went back upstairs and curled up in bed, feeling her eyes getting heavy as she finally went to sleep...

"You promise to count to ten?" Mercedes asked with a playful grin as she looked up at Damien. They were outside under the huge tree again, a book in her lap and she was reading it before he nuzzled her neck again. She couldn't help but giggle a bit as she turned around. "And I'll hide this time."

Standing up, placing the book next to her, she took his hand and lead him towards the tree next to them. Mercedes didn't know why she was feeling giddy and childish at this point-she obviously wanted him to find her next. When Damien started to count, she started to run to a hiding spot where she slipped behind it and giggled for a moment...

Till she felt pain in her hand again, this time on her wrist.

"Wha...no..." shaking her head, she looked down to find a pale hand clamping down hard on her wrist. She tried to struggle to break it, but when she looked up, her blue hues widening when she saw who it was.

Covering her mouth so she wouldn't scream, the skies turned black and she hear Damien counting anymore. Just her pinned down on the tree and her mouth covered, Mercy shook her head before Kai's face loomed from the darkness, that damned smile appearing on her face.

"You're just a plaything to him," Kai told her. "He'll get bored with you, eventually. I may as well do him a favor and get rid of you right now..."

Mercedes screamed as she started to struggle in his grasp before she felt immense pain going through her body when he started to torture her again. The pain was so unbearable that she struggled in his grasp for a moment, not knowing what he torment her with-last time it was the fork he slammed down her hand, other times it was a knife, holy water, anything to make her feel pain.

Gripping the branch her other hand found, she broke it off and raised it up to slam it over his head when she froze, her body shaking as she felt something slam into her heart.

"No...."

Mercedes looked down and saw a stake in her heart.....

A scream tore through the vampire's lips as she shot up in bed, sweating, hands shaking as the nightmare ended. Once again, she was going to have a good dream about Damien again when it changed into a nightmare, this time with her death. Tears came down her face as she curled up and started to cry on the pillows again.

"Leave me alone," she sobbed. "Please leave me alone...."

Turning on her back, Mercedes closed her eyes and wiped the tears away, hoping for a good dream again. But she couldn't, for all she dreamt about was pain again...so much pain from Kai all over again, which made her wake up screaming and crying again.

Pulling the pillow close to her chest, she kept crying for a while before she sniffed and wiped her tears away. "I'm not...I'm not his plaything," she whispered into the pillow. "You're lying...you're lying...."

[originalripperwrites]

A Scene in Mercedes’s Nightmares-Pt. 1

                              Not Strong Enough

“Alright, alright, Pat, calm down, we’re almost home!” Mercy told her Siberian Husky puppy, Patrick, who was jumping up and down like he always does. She was coming home from a walk, and she was ready to curl up into a blanket and read a good book. When she came up the hallway to her apartment, she realized that it was broken into, which made Mercedes’s werewolf senses perk up-mostly because of the scent on her broken door-or the man that was sitting there in front of her, in her little kitchen, eating a burger, fries, and drink. 

“Oh hello Mercy,” he said coolly, finishing up his burger and fries, looking at her standing there as Patrick and Dev barked loudly. But Mercedes Peltier, Red Creek’s own terrible werewolf, just stood there in fear as she shut her eyes, chanting, muttering things under her breath, wanting him to disappear like he normally does in her dreams lately. Once she opened her eyes, he would be replaced by one of her friends or family. But when she did-he was still sitting there, sipping his drink, looking at her. 

“You don’t think you can make me leave, can you?” her stalker asked her, as she shut her eyes again, chanting ‘he’s not here, he’s not here’ over and over again. He slowly got up as he looked at her, like a wolf stalking his prey as she kept chanting, each step making her hands shake, the dogs barking louder. Tsking, he stopped in front of her and slipped a hand through her hair. 

“Poor little Mercedes,” he said before he hardened his grip on the back of her head, making her gasp in pain as she opened her eyes, widening in fear as she instantly forgot to defend herself, but she did know how to scream. But before she could, his hand clamped over her mouth, shutting her up real quick. 

You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real...

Real....you’re not real....

“No one’s coming to save you, my little wolf. You’re not going to scream for no one,” he purred, switching hands so he could make her let go of the leashes so the dogs could run off. “And if you do run away from me or scream, I will kill you. Do you understand?”

With a silent nod, he removed her hand so he could lead her in her own apartment, Mercedes’s whole entire body shaking as she walked in.

[indurarinks]

the mardi gras conundrum

( 2. )

The boisterous city surrounded them, nearly drowning them in constant festive cheer but only silence accompanied Bonnie and her mysterious escort. Only their steps on the pavement signaled their temporary alliance despite its rocky, unorthodox start. But was there anything orthodox about Bonnie Bennett? The earlier mention of Damon brought chaos into her heart. In return, like a vicious slap, her mind forced her to revisit an ancient, long buried memory. In the thick of the forest surrounding Mystic Falls, there was a small, magical place. Forsaken by all. Except them. Together, they named it their meadow. Their secret, hiding place. A place to escape the madness that danced in their world, even for just a little while. The memory on itself was not a particularly pleasant one yet she still found herself to be quite fond of it. She called it their perfect, final farewell. In desperate need for some peace and quiet, a moment in time to let her thoughts wander and, quite frankly, torment her, she had practically raced toward their spot. Drops of sweat formed a line along her hairline, her breath labored from the exertion. Quickly making a mental note to work out more often, her legs gave out beneath her weight. The bruises on her knees were superficial compared to the ones found on her heart. Brutal silence greeted her and she welcomed it for a change. Lying on her side, her fingers played with stems of grass, and her thoughts ran wild. In the midst of her reverie, she failed to notice his arrival. “What are you doing here?” Her tone gentle, charged with emotional turmoil. He said nothing. Instead, he took a seat beside her and stared at her like he had done a million times before. She brought herself into a sitting position, and her head tilted. The strange light she found in his gaze rose the hairs of her arms in alarm. She grew uncomfortable as the silence stretched. And she hated the sensation. With him, silence had always been peaceful, warm. But everything had changed. His fingers twitched as if he was at war with himself. The struggle in him unleashed chaos in her soul, and her heart's wounds reopened. Stitches weakened under the strain of her love. She bled in silence but dared to do what he did not. Trembling fingers reached for his cheek but a moment of hesitation stilled her fingers. He took her by surprise when his own gripped hers in soothing tenderness and brought them to the side of his face. If she lived a thousand lifetimes, she would never forget the longing wreaking havoc across his chiseled features. The memory imprinted itself on her soul with no expiration date. Then, he let her go. His fingers dropped hers, the emptiness left slapping her. Hard. He rose to his height again, ready to bolt. She wasted not a single breath to follow after him. “Damon! Wait.” She pleaded. “What do you want from me, Bon?” His voice thick with emotion. “I— I. . . Forget it.” She shook her head and turned his back to him, ready to leave. Pieces of her heart tumbled to the ground on her departure. Suddenly, a pair of arms caught her. Halting her rushed exit and opening the gates to humiliation. “Bonnie Bennett, you do not walk away like this. You're the brave one between you and I.” His forehead touched hers intimately. And again, she shook her head. “We can't do this, Damon.” “I know. I... I just needed to see you today.” Her breath fondled his lips as hers parted and her head nodded in understanding. “You. . . be happy. Okay?” The sincerity in her broken voice nearly brought him to his knees. “And, I know one of these days, you won't remember me anymore but I always will. I'll carry you in my heart with nothing but tenderness and respect.” He started to contradict her with a shake of his head. “Your stubbornness still drives me mad, woman. I could never forget you, Bonnie Bennett. You're an amazing person, wonderful friend and one hell of a woman.” Her fingers caressed his cheek. “Thank you. For lying to me in merciful fashion.” “I'm not.” “Then I guess this is just another thing we add to the pile of things we could never agree on.” One of his infamous smirks took over his lips for brief heartbeats until the expression grew serious once more. Then, he unknowingly glued some lost pieces of her back to their original place when he dipped her head and brought his lips to her forehead for an innocent kiss of goodbye. He was gone before she had time to reopen her eyes. “Bonnie? Bonnie? You still with me?” The foreign accent in Kyrian's voice catapulted her back to reality, far far away from the fields of memories. For an entire heartbeat, her feet refused to advance as she centered herself, holding onto any and everything she could that belonged to the present. The past was a mere passage, the place we used to be before experience and wisdom. And her journey had never been an easy one yet on the way, she did find moments of blissful peace. The recollection of those dreamy-like memories strengthened her heart, rebuilt her defenses and offered her renewed purpose. She never faltered in her path. Ink dark hair bounced bewitchingly as she shook her head, gathering her thoughts and words. “I'm sorry. I got caught up in a moment back there. Something about this city...” With an odd light to those fathomless midnight eyes, his gaze penetrating, a myriad of emotions danced across his features before he too shook his head as if he had just walked through a similar hell. The echoes of grief remained etched to his face. “Your love is admirable, Bonnie.” Stupid bewilderment stole the light in her features, darkening her expression. How did he. . . “Excuse me?” He never replied. Pressing his hand to the lower of her back, he prompted her forward before whispering, “We're here.” More disturbed than ever, Bonnie glanced between the stranger who called himself Kyrian (no last name) and the dully-lit entrance of a bar/restaurant with a sign that read ' Sanctuary ' and a moonlit hill and a motorcycle in the background. In smaller letters, she read ' Home of the Howlers '. Curious to learn more about this place as her senses reeled with the suffocating presence of different species of preternatural creatures, Bonnie followed Kyrian's lead as he greeted the man standing guard at the main entrance. The blonde, exceptionally gorgeous man dazzled her with a crooked smile she was sure had charmed many women's panties to the floor. “Evenin', Dark Hunter. Acheron's already inside waiting. He asked me to ask you to meet him in the soundproof room.” Then his gaze landed on Bonnie. “And who might you be, beautiful? A goddess from a foreign pantheon stranded in New Orleans?” At first, Bonnie's innocence had her believe it was just an elaborate mean to flirt with her but then, one quick glance into the bar later, reality kicked into gear. His question hadn't been a metaphor. Kyrian, in all his 6'5 glory of absolute strength and charisma, proceeded with the introductions. “Dev, this is Bonnie Bennett. And she's a child of Hecate, a witch. And a powerful one at that. You best remember that.” Then, he turned to Bonnie with a killer grin. “Bonnie, this huge mountain of a bear,” he paused to chuckle at something she couldn't comprehend as she remained in the dark in all things of this side of the supernatural world, “is Dev Peltier. The Peltiers own this place.” The confusion painted on Bonnie's face gave motive to the two males to burst out laughing at her expense. Big mistake. Bonnie Bennett was an easy witch to anger. Soon enough, they were both frantically slapping themselves to extinguish the flames that rose from thin air on their clothes. “I like her already. She's going to fit in just perfectly in our crazy, demented family.” Dev lifted her hand to his lips to offer her a chivalrous kiss to her fingers. “It's a pleasure, ma chère.” “I'm still deciding but I'll get back to you.” The tiniest grin playing at the edges of her lips betrayed the coldness in her words. One step into the bar had Bonnie hesitating for a second. For some ungodly reason, she could not shake the feeling that the next steps would belong to the beginning of a new chapter of her life. Ever fearless in nature, determination painted itself on her face like war paint before following after Kyrian to the upper floor where they were supposed to meet with this feared, highly respected leader. Once at the top of the stairs, Kyrian paused to admire Bonnie walk through the crowd. No. Not walk, he quickly decided. Glide. She glided with unparalleled grace that even the goddesses lacked. And for a single fraction of time, his missing soul screamed out in agony as it remained tucked away in the hands of the goddess who owned him. Two thousand years of blind solitude were taking its toll on him, his mind, his heart. And the soul that no longer inhabited his body. She commanded attention from every patron, even those who refused to be noticed themselves. A whisperer of souls, she bewitched them all. The tragedy of it all translated in her naïveté; she couldn't even imagine the effect of her own presence. There was peaceful hope radiating off of her that just mesmerized those brave enough to come near her. She was sunlight, exotic beauty and warmth. Fierce loyalty, and raw kindness bled from her. In all his years of existence, he swore he had never come across a woman like her. She stood in a category reserved solely for her. Only a few could ever dream of reaching it. He nearly fell on his knees as a supplicant to a goddess, praying for absolution, when she finally approached him with disarming smile on her Cupid bow shaped lips. The flames of Tartarus chanted his name as he lost the inner battle of wills and his fingers reached for hers. The deep longing to feel the softness of her skin against his slayed his proud stubbornness. Gently drawing her into the quiet, more reclusive corner of the Sanctuary, he ventured into a hallway and opened a door on their right before robbing her of breath as those midnight skies bore into her. Her throat parched, she found it impossible to deliver any words. Her treacherous mind wasn't operating properly anyway, she would only embarrass herself when she stumbled in her words. At last, dread coiled in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure what to expect on the other side of the door until Kyrian pushed it open to reveal. . . A horde of incredibly handsome men, all dressed in black and sporting a 'don't fuck with me' attitude. What in the Hades? Bonnie looked over her shoulder to see Kyrian there, a smirk dancing at the edges of his lips. He was enjoying this. The bastard! They all grew quiet as she entered the room. Bonnie never felt so out of her element until this moment. Dumbfounded, her eyes glanced between every individual, expecting to wake up at any moment now. When a minute stretched into a few, she decided this was probably real. Kyrian prompted her forward. Her heart raced, uncertain of how to tread in these unknown waters as every pair of eyes studied her as if expecting her to hold the knowledge of some mystery they needed solved. One of them stepped forward with something akin to controlled fury bleeding from him. The opaque sunglasses kept his gaze hidden from her. Waves of shock shook her all the way to her foundation as she took notice of his young age. He couldn't be older than twenty. The poster child for the Goth movement, the man exuded sensuality from every pore, he commanded respect and dared anyone to cross him with the promise of eternal torment. Abnormally tall, with dark purple hair semi-tamed in a ponytail, he had the gait of skilled predator, ready to pounce if necessary. This was one scary creature.

“Bonnie, welcome to New Orleans. Acheron Parthenopaeus.” She nearly gasped when the thunderous voice of his, thick with an ancient accent, slapped her. “That's Talon of the Morrigantes, Julian of Macedonia and Wulf Trygvassen.” The three men inclined their collective heads at her in formal greeting. She fumbled with her rings, suspicious of her role in this meeting. Why would any of them need a female in the midst of an impenetrable wall of testosterone? An angry growl rumbled, unexpectedly. Followed by a curse so foul, she cringed. This time, a gasp escaped her, and her feet brought her a few steps backwards. A firm but impressively gentle grip forced her to a stop and the green of her eyes collided with her own reflection upon the surface of those damned sunglasses. Lifting her wrists, badly bruised from her earlier attempt to escape her temporary imprisonment, Acheron pointed at them as if offended. “I thought I had told you she was to be brought here on her own terms, Commander.” In return, Kyrian brought his arms upwards in initial surrender until his temper flared and scorched all common sense. “Come on, Ash! You knew better than that. All it took me was two seconds in her mind to know she would never come here willingly. That's why you sent me, damn you! Don't think I don't regret doing... that. Stupid mistake, I fucking know it. You don't have to slap my ass, boss.” With that angry tirade, he vacated the room with furious steps. She almost followed him. “He's right, you know? I'm the first to admit his methods were a bit archaic but I wouldn't have come otherwise. This...” Her gaze fell on the bruises left by the merciless bite of shackles. “This is my fault. I don't do well in cages. And something tells me you understand that better than you let on.” A contrite expression fell on Acheron's features. What happened to this man? She couldn't put her finger on it but something about him pulled the strings of her heart in sympathy for his pain and everything he hid from the world behind those dark sunglasses. A familiar warmth spread from her wrists to her arms and rest of the body while his thumbs rubbed the marred flesh. It didn't take him more than two seconds, this walking enigma of a creature unleashed a mere sliver of raw power to return her skin back to its original shade, healing it completely. Unsure of what it meant, Bonnie decided to pull the plug to this ongoing mysterious meeting. She wanted answers and she was going to get them no matter what. If there was one thing she hated more than lies, it was being thrown into a situation she had no knowledge about. And she absolutely despised feeling so lost and disoriented. “Alright. Time's up. Who are you? And why was I brought here? You have one minute before I leave. I suggest you use your time well.”

[truebloodrandazzo]

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[damienxhunt]

Would you rather fuck Mercy or Christina?

“Christina. I like how she thinks she can kick my ass. Maybe I’ll let her, who knows.“