Ares Was Looking For Anyway To Stay Out Of His Father's Sight . Seanna's Too For The Moment , Not Ready

ares was looking for anyway to stay out of his father's sight . seanna's too for the moment , not ready to deal with her drama about their deadbeat of a father just yet . his usual go to bar looks different from how he's used to it , yet the atmosphere was still the same as he watches two figures from afar in a drinking game of sort . the winner starts to speak , the tribrid ignoring his words as he leans down to take the unconscious fool's wallet , taking a few bills out to accommodate for being annoying . without saying a word to the man that was still talking , he ordered himself a drink , raising a brow as he looks between the ground and the man next to him . " your drinking buddy might be dead . "

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He was bored, and boredom for a literal man-child was something that normally wouldn’t end well. So, chatting up an impressionable person besides him, he challenged him to a drinking game. It got to the point where the person went to move and fell out of their chair, knocking themselves out. “Man, I expected more,” he pouted, “someone should probably make sure they’re okay or something, right?”

" wasn't aware you suddenly became mayor . i have some changing suggestions if that's the case . " the original was already becoming annoyed quite quickly when it was the pain in the ass witch involving herself in things she didn't need to . gaze lowers to her balled up hand , scoffing in amusement , probably knowing somewhere deep in his mind that he should behave . " would you accept visiting home ? i was born here after all ... well before it was known as mystic falls that is . "

"See, I disagree," Bonnie was replying before she even turned around. "This is Mystic Falls. My town. Not much of it is off limits to me." She turned to face the voice's source, gesturing around them as her other hand clenched in preparation to give him a headache if needed. "Why are *you* here?"

uncle ... of course there was another kid running around . " which of my lovely siblings do you belong to ? i'm afraid i'm not quite caught up on who's popping up from the future yet . " the kid looks like the original just broke his heart , which made kol feel somewhat uncomfortable .

His smile slowly fell as a look hurt replaced it. Sure he didn't expect another version of his uncle to welcome him with open arms but to push him away? It was almost like losing his best friend. "Right, uh," he looked down, visually similar to a kicked puppy, "sorry, I thought you were the uncle I knew," he laughed weakly, "I'll leave you be, my bad, man"

・ drew starkey as rafe cameron in outer banks , season 2 .

eyes squints at the stick in the stranger's hand , analyzing how much pain kol could deal with in order to keep the other away from his findings . his mind went back to how he should've asked davina to cast an invisibility spell on him to keep him from drawing in attention , kicking himself now from not doing so beforehand . " let's just say it added on to something that was already here . "

hunters have never been known to kol to drop something just because he's asked nicely to . he was prepared to do what was needed if it came to it , but didn't particularly want to draw any attention to this area just yet . " what can i do for you ? "

One of the more important parts of any sort of assignment was scoping out the locale you've been assigned to and getting a lay of the land in your mind's eye. It was beneficial to try to memorize as much as possible about landmarks and back roads, just in case hunting ended up turning south and your target fled.

Aurelio wandered the quiet, lonesome alleyway - taking note of the dilapidated structures, boarded windows, and doors barely hanging onto their hinges - before stepping out into an equally quiet street. He fidgeted with a stick as he walked; a small ruse that most people barely paid attention to - but an effective way to keep himself armed with wood for those 'just in case' situations. The voice caught him slightly off guard and he tensed up, turning quickly towards its source.

"Sorry. I didn't see any sort of police tape or anything." He remarked lightly. There was a small pause as he glanced around once more. "Just what is this place anyway? It's so different from the rest of what I've seen of New Orleans." He questioned. "Did it come from the other town? Mystic Falls?"

he needed to get out of that damn house , feeling as if he would end up right back in a coffin if he even stepped out of line around his siblings and their bickering any longer . perhaps he could blame his craving to tear through the townspeople on some poor unfortunate soul that he lays sight on . the piercing wail could be heard from miles away it seems , casually strolling to where he senses the blood , watching his favorite niece in amusement .

" now i'm never one to ruin your fun , but your little food bank there was annoyingly loud and i'm sure we'll be biting off a few more heads of any newcomers if we're lucky . " the original studies the young girl , brows furrowing in a concern he never thought himself capable of . " what is it ? "

Hope was burning with anger, at a level she hadn't believed possible. The last time that she'd felt anything like it was the day of her mother's funeral, the day she'd detonated a van in the middle of a New Orleans street. The problem was that, as her father had warned her, the depths of her anger were exacerbated by the rush of emotions that came along with her transition into the Tribrid. And with the symbol scrawled on the Lockwood manor's drive, the symbol of people who had hunted her family in the future, she had only a nebulous target for that anger.

It was turned outward instead, and as she stalked the streets of New Orleans anger became rage and rage became hunger. It wasn't like the hunger she'd felt in transition - it didn't make her weak or vulnerable. Instead it made her feel stronger, more predatory, and led to her grabbing the first vulnerable New Orleans resident she came across and dragging them into an alley before biting down hard on their neck, feeling the rush of blood over her tongue before shoving them away once more. As they turned to run, she clenched a fist. "Ad somnum." They dropped like a stone, and she slammed that same closed fist against the ground in frustration. She was out of control, and struggling to find her center. Only then did she notice a presence at the alley's entrance. "They're fine," she called. "Too much to drink."

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