#noah lucas-arendsen

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Abs ft. The Arendsen’s 

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Noah Lucas-Arendsen 

Half siren & half werewolf. Noah was a troubled child, finding difficulty blending in with mundane people, and accepting who he is within his family. Although Noah was seen as a sweet kid, he was fighting his own demos inside. His father, Ambrose, attempting to teach him how to control his emotions, especially his touch sensitivity, when his siren blood initially kicks in. 

Due to his family history, Noah researched how werewolves and sirens were seen, trapping himself even further away from his family and attempting to be a rebellious child like his sister. Noah’s kind nature ultimately fails him at this, disallowing his brother or sister to teach him how to be more like them.

Noah overall finds it easier to use his werewolf nature when needed, his reluctant attitude towards siren’s comes from old folklore and other tales that they are made out to be, however understands what his mother had to go through, using the cape she had been given when he was nervous over the full moon.

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Eyes quickly travelled the room, she was alone. The wolf was alone with him. Her mind raced with all the possibilities of what she could do. She could become the horror story people made her out to be, destroy the man in front of her. One chomp of her jaws and his head would be cleared of his shoulders; she would personally escort him back to the gates of hell.

If a wolf could laugh, it would be now she would interject it into his speech. Calling her a lost pup, a little dog. How dare he treat her like this. Nikolais words sounded like music to her ears, something she had guessed to be a Sirens trait. Yet something about it made her feel uneasy, as if she had eaten something her human stomach couldn’t handle.

The more he spoke, the more confused the wolf became. Had he got back into her head? Did he want her to do his bidding? She would not let him in, not again. Who knows what he had in plan this time. Would he make her fight her husband? Would he make her harm her children? She would not let him in.

The wolf snarled the more Nikolai spoke, she hated to admit it, but she did not give him the credit he deserved. Nikolai had one hell of a way with words. Her whole body shook with anger, shifting her entire body's weight onto her right paw, the paw she had placed on the man’s chest earlier. The blood seeped down the side of the wound, glistening in the dimly lit room. He was right, she did want to taste his blood. But Ruby was no Beast.

Snout practically touching his nose, she took one last look at him. Pathetic, clinging onto life. He wanted so much for his plan to work out, he would sacrifice himself. Just to be met by his son in the afterlife, so the torture would continue.

A quick bark left her form, echoing in the room around them. The sound seemed to bounce off every surface. Every shard of broken glass screaming back into her ears. Her claws dug deeper into his wounds, listening to the man’s life leave his body was one of the greatest pleasures she had ever had the chance to experience. Or so she thought.

The man’s eyes had dropped close, his body feeling limp beneath her. Finally. The wolf bounced, taking a few steps back before waiting in silence for any signs of life. She knew he was a smart man and would play any card to ensure he got what he wanted, but not this time. No heartbeat.

The commotion outside caused her ears to twitch. Noah and Poppy’s breathing barely made it outside before she noticed them . They were safe at least.

Paws carried her silently through the halls, watching each step she took for the broken glass that had scattered the floors. Gods the mess.

A slight grumble left her lips as she got closer to her two youngest, letting them know she was safe. The three stood in the doorway, the wolf's paw raised in anticipation to move forward, and bring themselves into the eye line of their relatives. Something held her back, the saltiness of tears in the air. Looking at her children, they looked back at her, horror in their eyes. But no tears.

“She left me.”

The world seemed to collapse around Ruby. Was he talking about her? A single tear formed in her eye, falling down her face as she blinked them from her eyes. Only now did she curse the wolf for not having the ability to wipe them away.

Poppy stepped forward, placing a single hand on her mother’s shoulder. “It’s okay. He doesn’t mean it, you know that.”

Shaking off her daughter, her ears pinned flat to her head. Stepping into the moonlight, she looked over at her family quarrelling before her. A low growl emitted from her, letting Sam know she was there. Poppy and Noah had followed closely. Poppy seemed ready for the fight, ensuring Noah could stand alone before stepping away.

Sams quick actions stopped his sister from jumping in just yet, he had waited for Ambrose to attack, yet it had not come yet. He stood glaring at him, each of the Lucas-Arendsens waiting for him to make a move — to stop him from whatever he had thought to do.

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Nikolai. Ambrose tried not to think of the name often. It was more familiar to him than the term Father, at least. So much so that when the latter was used in conversation nothing sprung to mind. Like a blank canvas his thoughts lacked shape or form. It proved difficult to completely wipe Nikolai from his memory, however. The once scorched skin that had healed over many years before was the final, and sole, reminder of his Father’s existence. A three-pronged spear of the god Poseidon — a Trident. The Siren’s mark. Avoiding mirrors at all costs only done so much. The slight brush against his scar when his wife touched his chest, the glances and questions from his children (namely a certain daughter of his) — it was hard for Ambrose not to regard it. The scar was placed perfectly over his heart, and that had been no mistake.

It had been given to him as a result of the worst night of his life, or perhaps it had been the opposite. Ambrose was a Siren unleashed upon the world for the first year of his adult life, and with that came silent and ravaging devastation in the shadows of his town. His thirst for energy, life, had grown more and more and though Ambrose had been the highly perceptive type (even more so than other Siren’s) he was bound to run into trouble sooner or later. The addiction to this ecstasy caused him to drop his guard for the smallest of moments. A screaming child, when met with the sight of their dying mother being feasted upon, broke the crazed Siren’s hold and humanity (that which would later be criticised as his Mother’s genetics) seeped it’s way into the boy’s darkened heart. Horrified with himself he fled. His very essence was covered in guilt, his body quickly turning gaunt from his new-found lack of appetite. It didn’t take long for Nikolai to catch on and when he did chaos ensued.

Confronted with his Father’s forceful and overly traditional Sirenic beliefs, Ambrose experienced his old reality breaking away — one he could now hardly understand, much less comprehend. To his Father’s utter disgust, his son vehemently denied to partake in their way of life from then on. It was at that moment he lunged at his boy, pinning Ambrose to the floor  and — with much struggle — seared the sigil from his signet ring onto his son’s chest. Ambrose could never deny his lineage now, and though he screamed in pain Nikolai had not finished with him yet. As a result of a Siren’s bloodthirsty rage his eyes turned black, the veins dark and creeping from his eyes. His hand pressed firmly to Ambrose’s skin as he attempted to leech life from him. How could he insult his Father like this? After all he had taught him. Nikolai’s frustration grew as his son clung on to life. The gasps escaping his mouth had been quickly choked out by his Father’s persistent hand as it clutched around his throat. In a final effort Ambrose tried with all his might to bat off Nikolai’s energy as it attempted to consume him, and as he finally let go the light from his redeeming heart was no match for his dark and hollowed Father’s. When Nikolai’s drained body fell against him all Ambrose could do was weep.

As he went about his life from then on he couldn’t help but remember the feeling of, what some would call, his Father trying to kill him. A confusing concoction of ease and guilt arose in him all too often — the regret of what he had done to these women, the relief of breaking free from his father, the difficult feelings of murdering him. And it was the same that morning as it always had been. Looking into the mirror and seeing his scar.

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Watching their daughter wrap her arms around this man sent shivers racing down her spine. In attempt to read her daughters features, she again fell short. Unlike the others in this family, she could not read the energy, only sense what was in the air.

With humans it was easy, pheromones and hormones danced around them, screaming for Ruby to tell them what she saw, what she felt. Sirens, they were different, Poppy had mastered her abilities from a young age, quickly finding wats to sneak under her mother’s radar. This had to be the only time she was glad of her daughters gifts.

“I erm-“ shaking her head, she brought herself back into the room, a bright smile on her face. “He’s in the other room. Perhaps you would like to wait for our other son to arrive back gone so you can meet them all together?” Ruby’s words fell on deaf ears, it seemed Nikolai had already pushed himself into the other room. “MY NAME-“ she stopped herself, hoping to grab the mans attention. “Ruby... Lucas-Arendsen.”

Poppy had come closer to her parents, her voice low, hopefully inaudible to her grandfather but no challenge to her werewolf mother. “Should I call Sam?” Ruby’s head confirmed with a small nod, keeping her eyes trained to the man stood before her.

Noah had been lingering at the door, a hand pressed firmly on the handle. A pained expression on his face as he walked into the room. He glared at his grandfather, as if he was the sole cause for all of his pain. “Noah,” he introduced himself, his voice low and head high. “Pleasure.” The words came through gritted teeth.

Ruby longed to reach for him, hold him tight like she used to when he had a particularly troubling day as a younger child, yet she could not get to him. She felt a wall had been made between her and her children, a wall named Nikolai. A force she could not reckon with.

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Nikolai. Ambrose tried not to think of the name often. It was more familiar to him than the term Father, at least. So much so that when the latter was used in conversation nothing sprung to mind. Like a blank canvas his thoughts lacked shape or form. It proved difficult to completely wipe Nikolai from his memory, however. The once scorched skin that had healed over many years before was the final, and sole, reminder of his Father’s existence. A three-pronged spear of the god Poseidon — a Trident. The Siren’s mark. Avoiding mirrors at all costs only done so much. The slight brush against his scar when his wife touched his chest, the glances and questions from his children (namely a certain daughter of his) — it was hard for Ambrose not to regard it. The scar was placed perfectly over his heart, and that had been no mistake.

It had been given to him as a result of the worst night of his life, or perhaps it had been the opposite. Ambrose was a Siren unleashed upon the world for the first year of his adult life, and with that came silent and ravaging devastation in the shadows of his town. His thirst for energy, life, had grown more and more and though Ambrose had been the highly perceptive type (even more so than other Siren’s) he was bound to run into trouble sooner or later. The addiction to this ecstasy caused him to drop his guard for the smallest of moments. A screaming child, when met with the sight of their dying mother being feasted upon, broke the crazed Siren’s hold and humanity (that which would later be criticised as his Mother’s genetics) seeped it’s way into the boy’s darkened heart. Horrified with himself he fled. His very essence was covered in guilt, his body quickly turning gaunt from his new-found lack of appetite. It didn’t take long for Nikolai to catch on and when he did chaos ensued.

Confronted with his Father’s forceful and overly traditional Sirenic beliefs, Ambrose experienced his old reality breaking away — one he could now hardly understand, much less comprehend. To his Father’s utter disgust, his son vehemently denied to partake in their way of life from then on. It was at that moment he lunged at his boy, pinning Ambrose to the floor  and — with much struggle — seared the sigil from his signet ring onto his son’s chest. Ambrose could never deny his lineage now, and though he screamed in pain Nikolai had not finished with him yet. As a result of a Siren’s bloodthirsty rage his eyes turned black, the veins dark and creeping from his eyes. His hand pressed firmly to Ambrose’s skin as he attempted to leech life from him. How could he insult his Father like this? After all he had taught him. Nikolai’s frustration grew as his son clung on to life. The gasps escaping his mouth had been quickly choked out by his Father’s persistent hand as it clutched around his throat. In a final effort Ambrose tried with all his might to bat off Nikolai’s energy as it attempted to consume him, and as he finally let go the light from his redeeming heart was no match for his dark and hollowed Father’s. When Nikolai’s drained body fell against him all Ambrose could do was weep.

As he went about his life from then on he couldn’t help but remember the feeling of, what some would call, his Father trying to kill him. A confusing concoction of ease and guilt arose in him all too often — the regret of what he had done to these women, the relief of breaking free from his father, the difficult feelings of murdering him. And it was the same that morning as it always had been. Looking into the mirror and seeing his scar.

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Ambrose wanted nothing more than to embrace his children right now, apologise for what he had done. As his memories had been mostly restored, his true inner voice came back to him.

Noah. The boy was already sensitive, he had always feared his Siren abilities; What would this have done to him? Much like Ambrose’s worst fear having been lived out, the same could be said for Noah — He looked into the face of the man he trusted most in the world, the man that had always protected him and reassured him, and was met with his own living nightmare. The thought haunted Ambrose as he clung to his wife.

Now restored to her human form Ambrose welcomed Ruby’s touch, leaning into the hands that cradled his face ever-so gently. His eyes were sunken, skin scuffed and bruised; his clothes tattered and bloody. The adrenaline rush that had accompanied his manic, fiendish, compulsion had since faded, only to be replaced by an emotional comedown. Ambrose hadn’t known it till now, but he had longed for her loving gaze — ached for a glimpse of the natural comfort she instilled just by simply interacting with him. Ambrose wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go, to have the kids huddle around the pair and lay that way forever. Instead he found himself being the one that was held but just as he had hoped his children soon followed. The boys were stiff, doing their best to keep the groans of pain within them so not to upset their Father more.  Poppy seemed to move as fast as she could manage on her knees. Arms wrapped fully around her parents, the tightest embrace one could ever feel. Practically choking the life out the pair, she squished her face between them.

Although Noah felt like his top half may part ways with the bottom at any given moment he still relished in the relief and contentment of seeing his parents together again — no more fighting, just love. Before their embrace he and Sam had been admiring their Mum and Dad’s reconciliation, huddled together on the grass as they recuperated. It wasn’t often that children could honestly say their parents loved one another, or that they even understood each other, but the Lucas-Arendsen’s were lucky and for that Noah was thankful.

As much as he wanted to release all his worries as the family embraced, Noah could not shake the feeling that continued to linger deep within him. The feeling that caused his stomach to sink every so often, with a jump and skip of his heart beat to follow. The same feeling he had that morning; something was wrong.

Ambrose cut Ruby off, “No…no, please Ruby. None of this was your fault,” The pair were like lovers that had gone too far in a heated argument, immediately regretting their choices and insisting that they themselves were to blame. Both hands reached out to cup his wife’s cheeks, a kiss quickly placed to her forehead, “I didn’t mean what I said. It wasn’t you, it was Nikolai. You didn’t know what you were doing. I should have known better, I should have been better at handling him.” Seeing Ruby cry had always hurt Ambrose’s heart. It was an immediate reaction for him to want to fix whatever was upsetting her, do anything he could to ease her — this was how it had always been.

He had gotten himself back, perhaps not fully yet but in this moment he wanted to be the Father he should have been: the protector, the carer. Ambrose wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, soaking the material, and finally looked to his children. Retrieving his hands from his wife Ambrose pulled his arms back to embrace the triplets. “I’m sorry, kids. I’m so sorry.” His words were sincere, and a kiss on each of their heads accompanied them. Once again salted tears began to drip silently down his cheeks.

Ambrose had assumed Ruby’s next words were to only be apologies. He had thought nothing more in that moment till he felt the unease within his youngest. The same unease that had tortured the boy earlier. The question that had rung in Ambrose’s mind earlier now resurfaced. Before the words could begin to form in his mouth their much needed family reunion was rudely interrupted.

“Well, well…isn’t this touching?” Nikolai stood in the entrance way to the house looking more dead than alive. Blood had coated his stolen shirt, the wolf’s claw marks clearly visibly from the large tears in the fabric. Pain was quite clearly worn on his face as he slowly hobbled down the steps to the garden. Perhaps his time with the living was beginning to run out. “You thought I was dead? Like you could kill the likes of me, you mutt.” Nikolai’s tactics of sly mind games had clearly not worked out the way he had planned them to, and for that the Siren was visibly agitated.

The sudden absence of their son felt all too familiar. Noah had always struggled to be apart of a family that held so many secrets and abilities between them. Perhaps even the world’s strongest family. Ruby had only glanced away from the door for a second to check on her son before she noticed the dread within his eyes. 

Worry covered her features as the faint wisp of a pained breath met her ears. One she had not initially recognised, or perhaps even wished not to recognised. The stench of salt filled the air once more, heavily mixed with the blood of a non beating heart. How could this be? Ruby was so sure she had watched the life drain from him. 

That was it. There was no life to drain, this man was already dead and had lopped Ruby into another one of his mind games. she was so concerned for her husband and children’s wellbeing she did not notice the moving body as she stepped away from the room. His scent had even placed itself on her cape and she had not noticed. The stupidity that fell from her today almost embarrassed her. Regina was right, Love is Weakness. 

Nikolai’s words rang through the air, the pain clearly visible within each syllable he spoke.  Shivers raced across her body once more, this time they held no familiarity, no love. Only vengeance. 

You mutt. 

Ruby had rose from her position, standing over her family in an attempt to protect them. It was her duty to ensure nothing more was to happen to them. She glanced over to her children, hoping they had shielded themselves away from him. Instead they too stood behind her, hovering over their father. He did not deserve anymore pain today. 

A shaky breath left her form once Noah had finally stood behind her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She wished she could tell them all to leave, this was her fight. Yet she knew it would not work. Ambrose was too headstrong to let a man like this take over their family so easily. He hated Nikolai more than she could ever imagine, and being here would only make that emotion stronger. 

The triplets also held their own vengeance, Poppy raring to go. She had been lucky on one hand, she must have been stronger than the rest in this moment. Even Ruby had sensed the blood that had began to fall from her neck. Nikolai had dug in too hard for her to handle, yet still she stood, ready to attack. 

“Mutt?” she spat, fists clenching at her sides. “Only a fool would taint such creatures.” A large gulp followed her words, lifting her head in a way she could look down to him now. “Look at yourself Nikolai. Its over, you lose. You have lost everything. Ambrose is not yours to control. He is his own, he is free.” Raw emotion must have been visible on her face, she had never felt such passion towards protecting a group of people more than now. “Why can’t you just be happy for the man he has become? He is more than you will ever be, he is strong and caring and a loving father. What happened to you?” 

Ruby had not wished to taint him, instead she wished to understand why he was like this. He held no control, no higher ground to them. Outnumbered and outplanned. The only emotion she conveyed towards him was empathy and sorrow.