Malory wasn’t a kid who believed in magic—the tooth fairy, Santa Clause—that was all a bunch of nonsense to her. Those things just weren’t real to her, despite how hard her mother tried to get her to believe in Santa Clause so she wouldn’t spoil Christmas for her younger brothers. When Malory was fifteen, her parents divorced, and her mother took full custody of Malory and her younger twin brothers, Simon and Jarred. No longer being able to afford their home with her income, Malory’s mom packed up the kids and moved them from New York to Maryland, where Malory’s great, great uncle had left a house to her mother. Speaking of said uncle, Arthur Spiderwick had disappeared one afternoon nearly eighty years ago, and left the house to his closest living relative. That was his daughter, Lucinda, who had been a little girl when he disappeared, but she had been put into a nursing home after spouting a bunch of nonsense about her father being taken away by fairies and goblins living in the woods around her house, leaving the house to Malory’s mother.

The first week in that house changed Malory’s life forever.

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Her brother, Jarred, discovered a book in a secret room in the attic, written by Arthur. It was filled with drawings, descriptions, teeth, claws, skin, and wings of imaginary creatures, like goblins and sprites, phenoxies and gryphons, dwarves and elves. Now, according to the book, humans can’t naturally see these creatures, they needed to look through a rock with a natural hole in it, or had to hold a four-leaf clover for a temporary glimpse into the other world. Or, they could soak their eyes in fairy bathwater or hobgoblin spit, giving them what’s called the Sight…forever. Jarred believed every word, and tried convincing his family, but, of course, no one believed him, especially Malory. And she didn’t believe him until she saw Jarred’s twin, Simon, be dragged into the woods by nothing. Turns out, it was a goblin pack, who lived within the woods around the house (also turns out Aunt Lucinda was right), thought that Simon was the twin who had the book. That book, Arthur Spiderwick’s Field Guide to the Fantastic World Around You, has more information about some of the creatures than those creatures even knew about themselves. That book…That book almost got Malory and her brothers killed while trying to keep it out of the hands of the goblins and their ogre master, Mulgarath. Mulgarath planned on using the information from the field guide to destroy and rule over all other fairies by exploiting their weaknesses Arthur had discovered.

Thankfully, with Malory now convinced, Jarred and her were able to save Simon. The three of them were given the Sight perinatally by a hobgoblin—he very kindly spit in their faces after eating a roasted cat, their roasted cat—making it easier for them to fight the battle they had gotten themselves into. Trolls and goblins sent by Mulgarath terrorized the Grace siblings, their house, their mother. The conclusion of the battle columnated at the Grace family’s new house, ending with their house completely ransacked, filled with dead goblins, and Mulgarath, thankfully, dead, eaten by previously mentioned hobgoblin.

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Mulgarath was dead, and as far as they knew, the information about Arthur’s book wasn’t spread farther than all the beings that were now currently turning into mush on their kitchen floor. The book was safe, and they were safe. Mostly. Now that they knew about this world, they were a part of it, especially Malory. With her experience in fencing and sword fighting, she became the main hunter and protector of the family. Jarred, when he became an adult, learned how to use a variety of guns, letting him help Malory hunt. Simon, on the other hand, became the researcher of the Grace kids, adding onto their great, great uncle Arthur’s research. Though this time, they kept it a lot more secretive—they didn’t want another battle with an ogre.

Now, ten years later, Malory is the only one who still lives in the house where all of this started. Jarred moved to California to keep an eye on the giant and dragon population there. Simon and her mother moved back to upstate New York. She lives alone in the house...well, aside from Thimbletack, the common house brownie. How she pays the bills? Malory down-low advertises herself as a woman who can take care of…odd problems. Getting lost for no reason in your own back yard? Your kid’s pets keep going missing? You’re flowers start uprooting themselves and flying around your yard? Call Malory Grace, and get your checkbook out. You wouldn’t believe how much someone will pay to get a troll off their property.

 Malory doesn't have many, if any, friends. After high schol, where she wasn't really close to anyone in the first place, anyone she could have considered a friend skipped town to go to college or have a career or live their life outside of Maryland. In the following years, Malory spent more and more time by herself. She hunted alone, ate dinner alone, watched movies alone. She knew people in town, of course, but still kept to herself. She was the niece of the weird guy who thought fairies were real and she walked around with a sword. Instead of talked to, she was talked about. Stares and whispers from the locals who knew the backgroud of the area. Hell, Malory's great aunt had been locked up a care facility since Aurthur had disappeared decades ago, and as soon as her aunt was released, she disappeared as well. People were waiting for Malory to disappear next, or for her to get arrested and thrown in jail for carrying around a sword--which, by the way, was perfectly legal, if unnerving to some people. 

Now, outside of town...(TBC)

 

Basic Information

Age: 28

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Hight: 5 foot 6 inches

Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference toward men

Relationship Status: Single (Will vary between RPs)

Location: Wherever the job takes her...but she lives in Maryland

Pet(s): Byron, Arthur's gryphon

Interests: Reading, going to the gym, sparing, running, hunting, ballet, drawing, and drinking

Disinterests: Being given pet names, like 'baby' or 'dollface', hot summer days, being wrong, her nightmares, and cops

What Mal Can't Live Without: Beer, her sword, her medication

 

(Malory's face-claim: Sarah Bolger)


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Birthday:

June 20


Character Age

27


Character Species

Human


Character Gender

Female


Character Relationship Status

Single


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  •  "Sesame chicken it is then." Malory was given another reassuring smile. He was probably coming off as a complete creep, but Malphas was trying to make her feel at home as much as possible. What happened back at the club was for a lack of a better term, a shit show. Ivan along with his band of lunatics was out looking for her. Essentially every creature she met within the last 24 hours turned out to be a nightmare. Malphas was trying, in his own weird way, to show her he came in peace. Zev on the other hand, was determined to show her that he deserved all the belly rubs.

    "The bathroom is right down the hall on the left." He gestured with his index finger before directing his attention back to the menu in front of him. He was starving.

    The hybrid's home was filled with a lot of stuff, but pictures were not one of them. The walls were empty for the most part, aside from a few pieces of art. Given how closed off he was regarding his family, this probably came as no surprise. By the time Malory returned to the living room, Malphas had already ordered food. "I ordered the chicken along with a few other things." Zev's tail wagged again when he saw Malory. If only she could see him in attack mode.

    "Do you have any family that lives around here?"

    -As always, I appreciate your patience.^^-

  • (Was not quite sure how to have them resolve their issue or what to do with Zurie there. So thought this may help be a way to deal with the scenario. Hope that works for you. I can it change if needed. )

  • (Hahaha Malory family dealing with a Rosemary baby situation. Haha)

  • "Yeah welllll. It's my nature. I am a demon. We do shit others don't like. Course humans are no better. That blood vomit. Blame your wife for that. She is the one who ...... ummm.  Shot? Stab? Mmm attacked me in the back which made me vomit or cough up blood because of her surprise sneak attack. So the blood was not intentional. "


    "You deserved worse for scaring the mother of my child and upsetting my daughter. And the kidnapping. " 

    Zura growled out. 

    "Well you left me rotting in Hell! You abandoned me and left me to fend for myself! What kind of twin sister are you? Of course I came after your human pet here. It was the only way to hurt you like you hurt me. Throwing me to the demonic wolves and Hellhounds in a manner of speaking. You got out of help thanks to Demona. I didn't. So yeah. I am pissed off!" 

    Zurie almost screamed and Zura looked away. The abandonment and leaving her twin sister behind was not one of her finer moments. She gently squeeze Malory's hand and placed her other hand on her belly to gently calm Zaifiria. Her sister had a  right to be upset and couldn't blame her. The house being a mess was a big nuisance and she didn't have much of the energy to fix it. 

    "Well we both done things we are not proud of. I can see why you are mad. I was not happy myself when I was locked in prison by Lucifer and dragged you with me. Both of us separate and alone. And I think I can tell you must be hurting because you see me.  Happy. Starting a new family and thinking I replaced you and no longer care about you. For that. I am truly sorry. "


    Zura said genuinely. She didn't think about it at first but quickly grasp why her twin was so angry. Twin Telepathy. Her sister was hurt. Seeing her twin free of Hell, starting s family, madly in love, and blissfully happy while she had no one, left alone and abandoned by her older sister who was suppose to look out for her and care about her. 

    She leaned close to Malory as she began feeling what her sister was. Now that they were in close proximity with one another. They were beginning to feel what the other felt and hear each other's thoughts. 

    Both Zurie and Zura would have black tears coming down their face as Zurie was jealous of her sister. She was left to suffer in darkness while her older sister was living the good life and with that human and the demon spawn inside her. Zurie felt abandoned and replaced by her sister and it drove her to madness and rage. 

    Zura gently let go of Malory and whispered. 

    "Trust me."

     

    Zura slowly began to walk to her sister. 

    "What are you doing? You can't just placate me with your words.  You here. All happy. Having everything while I have nothing. You can't just apologize and fix it. "


    Zura wrapped her arms around her baby sister and held her close while she struggled at first to push her away but soon both of them began ugly crying as their emotions clashed with each other. They held each other, hugging for five full minutes before slowly pulling away and Zura held her sisters hand. She turned to look at Malory. 

    "It is ok now my love. We can stay at a hotel. Zurie will stay behind to fix the mess she made. We made. She won't hurt you anymore. "


    "I don't like sharing my sisters love with anyone. But I guess. For my sister's sake.  I can let her love another. I felt you was a threat. Someone to replace me and take my sister away from me. I got territorial.  Sorry. Sorry sis. Sorry.... human."


    Zurie struggled to get the words out. She kinda blamed Malory. Irrational feeling maybe but no different then when a child suddenly gets a new siblings and feels their parents love and attention shifting from them to the baby and jealously begins to grow. Or a child that is with a single parent and one day their parent meets someone and begins spending almost all their free time with that new person. Leaving the child to feel abandoned and jealous that they are not the center of their mom or dad universe anymore. 

    That was how Zurie felt. She wondered if her sister would have ever came back for her or forget her forever. 

    "You left me. You never came back for me. If I hadn't escaped on my own and tracked you down. You would continue this happy life without me. I hated you for that. "


    Zurie growled. And Zura felt ashamed. 

    "I know. At one point. There was guilt building at leaving you behind but my friend only has means to free one person. I blamed to come back for you but I found Malory and guess. Forgot. It's no excuse. I can only try to make it up to you now. Starting by having you as our guest. "


    Zura knows Malory likely won't like that but she couldn't find it in her hurt to just Kick her sister out onto the street and abandon her again. She did owe her. Zura kissed her twin on the cheek and left go of her hands as she went back to her fiancé and hugged her. 

    "Don't be mad. I can't. Well you heard. I was happy in bliss with you while she suffered in darkness. I told you how I felt when I was all alone. I feel guilty leaving her in the same predicament while I been having vacations and joy with you. She promised to be on better behavior. We will go stay at a nice hotel and you can spoil yourself on room service as we lay in bed. My sister will hep fix the place.  "


    Zura would then talk to them both. 

    "You both are important to me. I want you to get along. But I know that won't be easy and I apologize for my share of things. But I think in time. This will past. You are going to be an aunt, sis. Auntie Zurie. Kinda has a nice ring to it. Right? A child's love is pure and im sure once you are around more. She will get use to you. Especially after she is born. Your neice will come to love you, sis. And Babe. She can watch our child for us while we have our own alone time. As I'm not sure your mother can handle her alone. I was thinking about babysitter and not sure if you want your mom knowing what our baby is or me. So having my sister here. May actually help with that. "


    Zura tried to imagine Malory's brothers or mother babysitting their kid. There is a chance she could  be a good baby and well behaved. But there is also the chance she can go full demon, in behavior, and that would be bad.  They hadn't discussed babysitter since that was down the road. They briefly discussed home schooling vs public or private school but did not go into full details on that. 

    Zurie might be a decent choice to watch the baby or least. Be in the background when Malory's family had their baby to help make sure things don't accidentally get out of hand if their child decides to throw a temper tantrum. 

    "Hehe. Trying to imagine your family baby sitting and our kid throwing a temper tantrum and start crawling on the wallls or having plates and silverware flying all around the room. The look on your family's faces would be priceless to see. "


    Both Zurie and Zura giggled at that thought. Trying to see humans raise and take care of a demon baby. All shorts of shenanigans could ensue. 

  • Anthony knew a little about wards.  Certainly not as much as any mage, but he knew it had everything to do with intention.  He hadn't paid much attention to the Fairy Ring when he'd first stepped foot on the property, but after seeing them from the porch, he had started to wonder if they were meant as some kind of defensive mechanism.  But he had gotten through, and he could definitely be harmful.  But it wasn't part of his modus operandi to go around initiating violence on everyone and everything around him.  And he certainly didn't consider himself evil, no matter what religious texts claim about the state of his soul.  He imagined it was like religion.  Like the rarity of true belief.  Perhaps, if he was what the wards were meant to keep out, he never would have gotten inside at all.  But seeing as he's standing on the porch right now, he realizes he's worrying about theory and pushes it from his mind. 

    "Right.. sorry about that, I couldn't wait another day." Anthony grimaced, tucking his hands into the pockets of his nylon pants, rocking back and forth on the heels of his Adidas. "I'm gonna' go ahead and assume I'm at the right place, all things considered.." What with the grafitti and the ring of mushrooms, which could certainly be a coincidence, but he wanted to doubt that very much.

    So, he did. "The veil between our world and the Otherworld has been shattered in Kansas City.  Something came through.. something.. old.  Said it had the blood of the gods running through it's veins.  No fucking idea if it's telling the truth or not, but an army of lesser Fae have rallied around this creature.  More and more by the hour." If he noticed Thimbletack's presence at all, Anthony paid no attention to it, keeping his attention solely on Malory for the moment. 

    "It wants war.  Against the people of the world.  Starting with the people in Kansas City... and I probably don't have to tell you that they don't stand a chance against a bunch of pissed off warrior Fae."

  • She smiled a bit. She did love how she looked in that Halloween slutty jester outfit and how she made so many men and a few women, had them with their tongues wagging.  Now Zura had gotten use to Malory becoming increasingly clingy as the pregnancy went on. 

    It didn't bother her all that much. Her possessive behavior, her weird food cravings, the increase sex thrive was a welcome bonus though. Zura had little problems with that change to Malory.  She found the different behaviorial shifts to be amusing sometimes. As for the feeding. Well she made sure to have that covered and deeply enjoyed feeding Malory personally with her own milk. Knowing it was helping her and the baby and getting her ready, the both of them really, for breastfeeding the baby. 

    Of course she attributed some of the changes In Malory, like her constant need to have Zura close by and attention, on the baby. Thinking the baby was just wanting attention in some form and wanting to keep both parents together and have Zura around as much as possible. Though maybe she was wrong in that assumption and reading to much into things. It was hard to tell at this point. But now those thoughts changed to thoughts of her sibling. 

    She patted Malory's hands with her own as she replied. 

    "Hmm well glad you liked and remembered the sexy costume. I'll wear it again next time for you. And alright my love. I won't go anywhere. We can order food in. Meals on wheels like Old people do. And stay in bed all night. Now my sister. Wellllll.  This is not the first time she has done this.  I hate to admit. I done something similiar to her before. "


    Zura said softly and didn't say much else once Malory and her sister began speaking to each other. 

    "Oh please.  I only kidnapped her. If I tried to kill her. I never have had the time to come here and play pretend. Beside I only wanted her out the way so I could come dea with you. Kill you. Fuck you. Eat you. In no particular order. I wanted to see why my sister was slumming it with one mere human. "


    "Oh and don't judge me by your human standards. What me and my sister do to each other. The so call. Me trying to kill her. You. Well with her. That just how we show love. It is no different then your siblings putting gum in your hair or tieing your hair to a bed post or whatever things brothers and sisters do to annoy one another. "


    She then added in another thing. 

    "And do not bother to act all surprised or upset at me trying to kill you during our first encounter. I'm sure my sister likely tried to kill you when she first met you, didn't see? I be shocked if she didn't. "


    Zura would turn and look away from them both as she had a big guilty expression on her face. Her twin had a point. She tried to kill Malory when they first met or rather, she thought of killing her and was tempted. The only saving grace was the troll being there, that for a more inticing target. Course, if there was no troll there and she didn't run her over with her stolen car, for whatever reason. Had she not stuck around and played numerous annoying and sometimes downright humiliating pranks on her, they wouldn't be here now. 

    If Zura had gone her own way and left Malory be. They likely never would have fallen in love, become engaged to be married, and begin starting a family. Truly the Troll played a bigger part then Zura initially thought about and didn't think much off till this moment. The fact some human was fighting a big Troll and made a career as a troll Hunter, among other things. She never met a human who ran around slaying trolls, goblins, and other things of that nature. That whole lifestyle choice is what made Zura follow her around so much. 

    A human, a petite, somewhat scrawny female, running in woods and such, with a sword, killing invisible creatures that only those with a special sight or a demon like herself, could see.  It wasn't exactly normal. Sure. She heard of witch hunters. Vampire slayers. Werewolf hunters. Ghost hunters. Demon slayers. Etc. But Goblin killers. That was a first. Malory was a human that peaked Zura's curiousty and interest and she had to insert herself into her life to learn more about her. About why she made that her life. 

    Zura she annoyed her and what not. But it was because killing her wasn't on the table anymore and she didn't know how to be "sweet and nice." Not in the beginning anyhow. She was a murderious demon like her twin, so romance and all that lovey dovey stuff was not part of Zurie's and Zura's toolkit. But the more time Zura spent with Malory, the more that change. Hell. They both began to feel different things for each other that what they first had felt from their first encounter.  

    They both began to develop feelings for each other. Zura stopping prank ing Malory. Malory got less abrasive and confrontational. Both slowly stopped their bitchy like behavior. They both began warming up to each other with Zura being the main one to change the most and acted as the pursuer. Making the first romantic overtures which ultimately culminated in their making love for the very first time. Then it was all Uphill , Nicholas Sparks love story from that point on. 

     

    Zurie looked at her sister and made a Mmmhmmm noise and look on her face. 

    "Yup. Thought so. She tried to kill you too. Didn't she? Or at the very least, she most have thought of doing you. I know she had to have played with you or torment you somehow. So my actions up to now. Can't be all that extremely different then what dear sister must have done. Beside the plan was to seduce and kill, maybe. Or see how long it take for you to tell I wasn't my sister. That baby in your belly threw a monkey wrench in my plans though. But the little tyke is family. So I would have removed the child from your womb and transferred it, before any final harm could have came to you. Of course. I could have changed my mind during the long time I had planned to toy with you. I'm a demon. So Sue me. But as you can see  dear sis is safe and sound, just like you and baby are. So no harm, no foul."

     

  • Anythony felt a smirk slipping onto his face as he looked around the lopsided porch.  Despite it's state of disrepair-- or perhaps because of it-- he liked it.  He thought it looked old and ready to crumble to the ground.

    As he waited for the owner of the house to come to the door-- he could hear noise from within, the indistinct thrum of voices, the faint shuffling of movement-- he took his time glancing around the porch, pushing away from one railing to prowl down the length of the wrap around porch until he neared another.  Then he leaned forward, examining the ring of mushrooms he'd crossed over earlier. 

    He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed the little fungi.  The Gangrel let his mind wander, for a moment, and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine he saw ghastly specters dancing among the grass, as smoke and fire, as flesh and moonlight, their hands linked; fires burning around the property as he recalled a story he'd once heard about a fairy ring.  Then, with great effort, he heaved himself away from the strange vision and turned back to the house.  

    He glanced at the words painted on the side of the house, "Crazy bich." huh?   The Neonate chuckled softly, rolling his neck.  Well, I need a crazy bich.  So he took the words as a sign that he was indeed in the right place, and strolled back to the door just in time for the porch light to flick on, in time for him to resume his stance against the railing as if he hadn't moved at all.  Only now, a broad smirk sat upon his face, followed by a quirked brow and a cocked head as he listened to a series of locks being unlocked from the other side of the door.  Nice.  He wanted to chuckle again, but he couldn't blame the hunter for being cautious, could he? Not when there were monsters afoot.

    The Gangrel tipped his head in the other direction when the door cracked open, revealing the Hunter in all her late-night glory.  It didn't take a genius to figure out he'd woken her up, considering the hour and all.  He could hardly judge her-- were someone to come knocking upon his door during the day, he would be about as appealing as a corpse.

    "Yeah," He began, sheepishly, his smirk flitting into a full on smile.  A hand came up to rest upon the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about that, I just got into town and I don't know this place as much as I'd like to admit.  I would have tried to call around for a hotel, or something but my phone is dead." As if on cue, he reached into his pocket to withdraw the drained device, pressing the power button on it's side, then holding it, as if to turn it on or off-- regardless, the phone doesn't respond. "But, luckily for me, I knew your address, so.." He rocked onto the heels of his Adidas, then back to his soles. "So, like a total creeper, I figured the best course of action was to come to your house and bang on your door at, oh.." He quickly checked his Regulus. "Two-fifteen in the morning.  Becauuuse... I need your help.  And no, I'm sorry, it couldn't have waited until the morning." 

  • "So I smell like Halloween and all that stuff, Eh? Mmm better then rotten eggs and sulfur. I'll take it. Hah. Remember that sexy Halloween outfit I had with the face paint and mallet and such? Hmmm I was hot as fuck in that wasn't I?!"

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    She smiled as she thought back to that outfit she had. 

    "I did have it, till I got ambushed. I'm sure if it didn't get recovered or destroyed. I can go get more for us. Once dear old sister is delt with. Oh I am sure baby has a sweet tooth. But being half demons, she won't have to worry about cavities or diabetes. So bonus there.  Hyperactive from sugar will be a pain to manage however."

    She wondered just how raising the child would be like.  Most stories of demon babies were those typical Hollywood horror movies. But Zura knew with her wife to be, it would be different.  She loved her sexy little human. Even with her insecurities and attitude. Which her attitude is one of the things she enjoyed on the beginning and couldn't help teasing her because of it. 

    Hot sauce with sugar , odd. But she was getting use to her fiancé odd cravings and increased libido. The high sex drive was one of the things Zura liked most of the pregnancy, that and her fantastic boobs. She liked how sexually aggressive Malory had became when pregnant and didn't mind playing a sub to her dom.  She loved her boobs and her butt of course. Never can get enough of either.

     

    She held her close to her body. Zura did buy many many many yoga pants and tight shirts for  Malory to wear. Both cause she liked how they hug her curves and was yummy eye candy. She also bought a buttload because Zura would get so turned on seeing her girlfriend slash fiancé, wearing those clothes. That she would almost always  tear them apart for sexy time. 

    Zura could hear it.  Groaning sounds, followed by a few choice swear words in Latin, some other dead languages, and demon tongue. All tell tale signs that her sister was waking up and pissed. Signs that Zura knew anyhow, from their "younger " days. Zura kissed Malory on the cheek as she undid the wards and held her hand as they stepped out and looked to see Zurie.

     

    Zura was half surprised her twin didn't have a gun pointing at her or something. Mostly just standing there in her torn and damage clothing and look at her sister. Course she has seen plenty girls now and days with pants that have big holes in them, apparently that was fashion these days.  It made Zura want to set those pants on fire or just tear the rest of it apart and have those girls walk around in their underwear. It just annoyed her for some reason she couldn't put a finger on.  Maybe cause it looked like Homeless Chic or something.

     

    "So, Malory. Meet my twin, Zurie. Zurie, dear sis, meet my future wife, Malory. "

     

  • Somewhere in Maryland..  9:50 PM.

     

    "You found her, then? Anthony mused curiously, tipping his head slightly.  He stood alone in a clearing with only one other, the stars burning overhead in an infinite sea of black.  But they paled in comparison to the state of the full moon-- so large on this night that it threatened to swallow the world.  It's majesty cast the whole of the night in silver, blue, and purple.

    The other, a male, stooped over as if a hidden weight was pressing down upon their spine, bobbed their head twice quickly.  Their eyes shone like liquird gold in the night, and their lips were curled away from their teeth in a display of barely controlled fury. 

    Anthony frowned, noticing the creature before him was covered in days old blood, blackened and flaking from it's skin. "You didn't hurt her, did you?" The Gangrel's tone had darkned considerably as he stared down the lesser creature, an unspoken threat-- a promise-- flaring within his dark blue eyes.  Right then and there, Anthony decided the creatures response would seal it's fate.

    The creature stiffened, clawed fingers tearing at the earth beneath their feet.  "No," They snarled. "No reason.. to hurt the girl.  I was...varg.  No threat to her, no threat to me."

    Anthony ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to smooth his worry away, then shook his head dismissively. "Well, good.  It's pretty fuckin' hard to ask help from dead people." Not totally impossible, but it was more work than Anthony was willing to commit just to take down one damn Faery when he could just as easily walk away and let someone else, perhaps someone with far more experience deal with it.

     

    The Spiderwick Residence, Maryland, 2:12 AM.

     

    Anthony crept down the path through the woods in a deep blue 2015 Honda Civic-- a rental, he'd given up on Honda's after his last two shit themselves to death--the lights off, barely going 10 MPH just in case something wanted to leap out infront of him and hurl themselves at his car, as frightened deers tended to do.  Nearing the house, though, the neonate steered the vehicle off the path and parked it between two trees.

    He pulled down the little flap overhead to check his reflection in the tiny mirror embedded within it.  Deep blue eyes stared back at him expectantly, set against dark pits in his face that made him look utterly exhausted.  His skin was pale, but a little color yet clung to his flesh, remnants of his mortal life.  His black locks were unkempt, wild all over his head in spikes and curls.   Turning his head left, then right, he admired the wolven angles of his face.  More and more, his appearance seemed to change, reflecting the animal he took the shape of, on nights other than this.

    Staring at his reflection in that tiny mirror, he willed his Blood to rise to the surface of his skin-- and marveled as it flushed with color.  Slowly, he felt the Blood rushing down into his lungs, and he breathed properly for the first time in years, experimentally inhaling as much as he could, filling his once decrepit lungs with unneded oxygen, and then expelling it past his lips.   It turned into a surprised laugh, but he quickly smothered it, reminding himself that he was only doing this to put the girl at ease, not to fuck around.  After all, it hasn't been so long since he was human himself that he'd forgotten how must people react to a stranger appearing on their doorstep in the middle of the night.  Especially one with the terrifying countenance of a modern Dracula, hence, the newfound color in his skin, the vibrancy-- although faux as it is -- of life.

    Clad in white high-top Adidas, a pair of beigh nylon pants with many pockets and zippers, a grey hoodie with both the sleeves rolled up and a golden Nixon Regulus on his wrist, the Gangrel slipped out of his rental, quietly shut the door, and returned to the path, striding right for the house.

    With the way the woman advertised herself, Anthony knew he could have simply called her.  But he didn't want to discuss details over the phone, not when he'd have to speak covertly and dance around the subject as best as he could, for fear of the Second Inquisition listening in on the call.  Many a young and foolish Kindred had met their end in such a manner-- and Anthony would not be one of them.

    So, he was here in the flesh, Adida's carrying him up the steps and to the front door, where he paused just long enough to cast a glance over his shoulder.  Briefly, he wondered if the supposed hunter might be sleeping...

    Then he turned and rapped his knuckles against the door, anyway.  Once, twice, thrice-- before taking a wide step back.  He leaned back against the railing, crossing his ankle one over the other and folding his arms across his chest to wait.

  • (Oh and I meant to say, as far as romance is concerned it's always a possibility.  But as Kindred Anthony is slowly having less and less interest in physical relationships and a growing interest in intellectual relationships.  But he's still got remnants of his humanity, so it's not impossible.  If it happens naturally I'm all for it.)

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