You Might Not Believe In Me

Who: Eden and Ian
What: The first date night for our new parents
When: Evening
Where: Their flat and then out


“I can’t thank you again for this, love. You know I wouldn’t leave him with anyone else,” the bathroom door was open just a crack, Eden calling out to Juniper through it while she finished getting ready. “Bloody hell, I think I’ve lost my touch.” She sighed heavily and flipped off the light, stepping back into her bedroom. “I’ve spent so long pregnant or in mummy mode that I don’t quite remember how to dress like a slag anymore,” Eden quipped with a smile, perching next to Jun on the edge of her bed long enough to strap herself into her shoes for the night. She didn’t care if they were just going for sandwiches and she was the most over-dressed girl in the entire place, she’d given Ian fair warning that she was wearing heels….and something designer. It’d been far too long since she’d had a reason to dip into that expansive wardrobe of hers and longer still since she could fit into most of it – apparently bespoke couture was not really intended to follow you through pregnancy. But it had been a few months now and between breast feeding, chasing Liam and Charlie around and pure exhaustion, she’d gotten off a good portion of what she’d put during those nine months; there were still a few stubborn pounds that didn’t seem to want to budge, but for now, Eden could live with those. “It feels like ages since I’ve been a real adult, gone out and done adult things.” Especially things that involved Ian, given that the two hadn’t dated all that long before she’d gotten pregnant. Was it a sign of her old age that she was looking forward to just a simple dinner with him, that maybe a glass of wine after so long was going to be the high light? “Come here gorgeous boy,” she leaned down to scoop Liam off the mattress where he’d been playing beside Jun and Jory, settling him on her hip, “let’s go and find da, shall we? Then we’ll say good-bye and leave you with Crazy Aunt Jun and your very best friend.” Eden chuckled, flipping off the bedroom light as the three made their way down the hall to where Ian waited, comfortable on the sofa beside Charlie.

“I think I’m nearly ready to go. I’ve gotten quicker now, thanks to this one,” she joked, giving Liam a squeeze. You had to be quick about getting ready with such a little one around, they couldn’t be left alone for long. Of course, that meant that Ian hadn’t had to wait as long as he might have otherwise. “Alright, off you go,” Eden pressed a kiss to Liam’s temple and handed him over to Jun before she could let those ‘new-mum-first-time-away-from-their-baby’ doubts to set in and moved to retrieve her purse from the counter, slinging the tiny chain over her shoulder as she dropped her cell phone into it. Now, the key was getting out the house, and quickly, before she had a chance to second guess herself. Thankfully, Ian seemed more than aware, already up off of the couch and headed over to say his good-byes as well. “I’m sure we won’t be too late, but just call if you need anything, love.” She trusted Juniper with her son’s life, let alone her own, so there wasn’t a reason for Eden to worry – but there was the off chance that Jun wouldn’t be able to find something she was looking and a phone call would save her the stress. “Ready?” she slipped her hand into Ian’s, lacing slender fingers through his own, “I’ll let you drive, as I plan on having a drink tonight and we all know that right about now my tolerance is non-existent.” If she wasn’t done in by a single glass of wine, Eden would honestly be amazed. Her doctor had assured her that a little now and then wouldn’t hurt, that it would even be beneficial if she had a hard time producing milk, but she just couldn’t bring herself to risk anything. But tonight was a special occasion and she didn’t plan on going overboard with it, so it seemed like an alright idea.

Her hand in his, she followed Ian out the front door and down the walkway to the drive, leaving Jun and the two little ones safely behind. “Oh my god, I am that mum,” she muttered, as if she couldn’t quite believe it, “I am internally freaking out right now about the fact that I’ve just left Liam.” Nevermind that it was with the person, outside of Ian, that she trusted with him most. It made getting in the car that much more urgent because leaving the flat behind greatly decreased her chances of marching back in there and never leaving again. But she could do this – it was just a couple of hours and it was going to be fun; Eden did her best to tamp down that maternal panic, settling into the passenger’s seat next to Ian. “I haven’t even asked you where we’re off too tonight,” she realized, glancing over at him. “Going to share your secrets?”

Who: Juniper, baby Jory, Ian, Eden and eventually baby Liam
What: Liam's arrival
When: Early afternoon
Where: The park, then off to the hospital

“This is bloody torture at this point,” Eden grumbled playfully at Juniper’s back, trudging along behind her with Charlie as she pushed Jory through the park. Their daily walks hadn’t let up in recent months – if anything, they’d gotten longer as the weather had started to warm up. Now it was July, the heart of the summer, the sun was shining overhead and Eden was due any day now. She was ready for Liam to make his highly anticipated entrance, given that she’d finally reached that part of pregnancy where nothing was fun and everything was uncomfortable. Ian deserved a medal just for putting up with her lately, especially given her unpredictable moods, her inability to get comfortable enough to sleep – for just dealing with her. “Alright, really, no more walking for the pregnant lady for the moment,” there was only so much she could take this far along and the benches lining their usual path were just far too tempting today. Charlie hurried over to hop up next to her, nosing at her hand as if he could sense her discomfort. Dragging her fingers through the hair at the nape of the little dog’s neck, she smile gratefully as Juniper came to rest beside her. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a bit of a wanker lately. I just feel so bloody miserable,” Eden stretched out her legs, running a hand over the curve of her stomach, “I’m just so bloody ready for him to be here.” She might not have been looking forward to the pain of labor, but she wasn’t honestly sure how much more of this whole pregnancy she could take either.

“I don’t know how you did this. You made it look so easy, you bitch,” Eden joked, narrowing her eyes playfully. There had been moments when Juniper had looked uncomfortable, but they had seemed to be so few and far between from what she’d seen of her. It reassured her to watch her best friend and Jory now, to see the two of them together and know that all of the pain, the sweat, the discomfort would be worth it. Eden knew that, of course, but it was an entirely different thing to be able to watch it. Jory’s strolled was turned to face the two of them where they sat for the moment, a little giggle bubbling out of him as Charlie licked at Eden’s fingers. “I can’t believe how much he’s grown already,” he was just shooting up like a little weed, up to something new every time that she saw him. “Jaida mentioned that Cal finally went back to work full time. How’s that working out for the lot of you?” It had been like pulling teeth from what Eden had heard, the new da still relatively unhappy with being pulled away. But Vivian wasn’t the type of woman to give him endless leave and, besides he made more than decent money in his position. Given that their hadn’t been any more high-profile attacks against places like the bar he managed, business had started to boom once again.

A sudden twinge in the pit of Eden’s stomach had her shifting, pressing a hand to where it had come from, her discomfort evident in the way her features suddenly drew together. She waited a moment for it to pass, thinking maybe it was just a harmless little cramp, but another bright burst of pain followed after a moment. “Jun, I think we might need to start back for the car…” Something wasn’t right, it was a sudden realization that washed over her. Whatever this was, it wasn’t ok. “I’m having a bit of cramps or something, I don’t really…” The sudden wetness on her thighs sent Eden upright in a flash, gaze dropping to her now sodden lap. “Bloody hell, did my water just break?” Because just….now? No. Here in the park? Just no. She wanted Ian and the hospital and drugs….and soon. As soon as possible, actually.

Who: Gabriel and Anais
What: Commiserating with a co-worker over drinks
When: Evening
Where: Canidae

London had been a disaster. Gabe was utterly convinced that no matter how long he spent moseying around the Earth, he’d never quite get used to just how cruel humans could be to one another. Evidently the old gypsy had been right about what he’d seen and there was nothing about his visions that could be avoided, there had been nothing the OSI could do to stop the riots that erupted. Gabe and Anais had left so quickly, they’d hurried across borders and tried everything in their power to identify the groups that were destined to clash, to find out how and when and where, to stop it… And they still hadn’t been able to. They’d run themselves ragged and still had to watch as humans and supernaturals alike collided with both themselves and one another. It was at the point that their mission had turned from one of prevention into one of containment. They were directed to, at any cost, keep all news about the ‘London incident’ from leaking out; at that, they’d managed to be successful, at least. Only the most vague whispers of something having happened had reached Amsterdam; Gabe had kept an ear to the ground just in case, just to make sure that he and his partner had done what they could. News of something like London would only to serve to spark the idea in other parts of the globe and there weren’t enough OSI agents to go around. Police and military alone weren’t quite capable of handling such large, supernatural-heavy incidents just yet and it was scary to think what could come of an inappropriately managed riot. It could end up so much worse than London had.

Once they’d returned to Amsterdam, sleep had been the main thing on Gabe’s mind since he’d foregone it for most of their time out of the country. He’d taken a couple of days to relax, to recoup, then promptly invited his partner to meet him for beverages where ever she wanted. That’s what co-workers did, right? They commiserated over some horrible aspect of their job, usually over alcohol. The stuff might not have been capable of having much of an affect on a seraph, but that didn’t mean Gabe didn’t enjoy it just the same. He’d heard about Canidae but had never been – then again, working for the OSI in the unofficial supernatural capital of the world didn’t leave you a lot of time for socializing. So tonight was the rare chance to just out and be amongst his own kind, even if they weren’t his own race, to relax and get to know a bit more about his new partner in a non-occupational setting.

There was already a line outside the bar by the time he arrived and Gabe had no problem waiting patiently, I.D. in hand for the doorman when he finally reached him. Even dressed in one of his suits for work, he was aware that he barely looked the legal drinking age in most countries, let alone his actual age, so it was no surprise when he was continually carded. Tucking his wallet back into his back pocket, Gabe stepped inside the bar, letting his gaze sweep over the sizeable crowd gathered inside. An earlier text from Anais had informed him she’d be waiting at the bar for his arrival and, sure enough, he could see her towards the end, a fresh drink sitting in front of her. He set off to weave his way through the mass of bodies, emerging to lower himself onto a stool at her side, “Hey.” Flashing a lightly dimpled smile, he turned to the bartender for a minute to place his order, “Gin and tonic, please. Top shelf.” If he was going to drink and not be able to get drunk, he at least wanted to do it on quality alcohol. “Have you recovered from the trip yet?” Gabe inquired after a moment, adjusting his glasses as he glanced her direction. He wasn’t over what he’d seen, he probably never would be, but rest had left him feeling a bit more like himself.

( Left for Jaida on her bed )

This is Ian. I need to tell you something, if this is still your number.

Who: Callum, Juniper and Victoria
When: After sunset
What: Important people have to meet!
Where: Jun's home



Jory. It had been far easier to decide on that, than she would have thought it would be. Granted, they had been going through this baby name book for a couple of weeks now, ticking off things that they liked, even though nothing had really jumped out at them. Vivian had been very flexible with her hours spent at the mansion recently, her boss understood that she had a very limited time frame to plan everything in, before the baby would be here. So long as Juniper didn't leave the mansion in a total and complete wreck, she didn't have any problem with her ducking out early, and running a few errands. Today it had been buying things for the babies room. Mostly paint, and a bit of fabric to get an idea of what she wanted. Victoria had shown interest in wanting to pain a mural, and honestly, she thought it would be an adorable touch for her little boys room, to have something to look at growing up, and know that his aunt painted that for him. Who could resist that? Not her. So, she had spent more than a couple of hours having little sample cans of paint mixed up at the store. Cans which were now weighing down the box she had perched on her hip, as she struggled to get the front door unlocked. "Lucy... I'm HOME!" She called, glancing around into the house. It was dark, quiet. Victoria must not have gotten home yet.

Nudging the door closed behind her, she moved swiftly into the room that was going to be the nursery. The walls had been stripped off all of the mirrors, the holes had been patched over, now it was just waiting for a few coats of paint. "Yellow. Yellow for sure." She set the box of paint on the floor, placing her hands on her hips, before finally turning to exit the room. Cal would be here soon, and there was a good chance that Victoria would be coming home this evening as well. Since moving in, they had been able to spend quite a lot of time together in the mornings, and evenings. On most late nights, she was usually at the mansion with Cal. The whole arrangement was still strange to her. Before, they had lived under the same roof, and had just been able to go to another floor if they wanted to talk. Now it required one of them to actually leave, and make the drive. Then there was the issue of Cal only being active at night, it limited things so much. Far more than she would have thought, there were so many things she had taken for granted. Like going down to the park together in the afternoons, and stretching out along the river for brunch, and a bit of making out. Yes, there was always making out. This was why they were having a kid. Never again would they take a cruise to Croatia, spend all day on the deck of the boat, swimming in the ocean together. Being a vampire was sort of a bummer, but it was still better than the alternative.

Reaching down, she lifted one foot, and unbuckled her shoe, before then doing the same to the other. After dropping them off in her bedroom, she made a quick stop into the living room, flipping on her music player, the whole house filling with the sounds of Sway. Now barefoot, she padded back into the nursery, squatting down to shift through her box of supplies, pulling out one of those oh so hand drop clothes, and then stretching it out to cover most of the hard wood floor. Until someone arrived, she thought she might as well make herself useful. Just hanging around doing nothing wasn't her style, she couldn't stand to be still for long. So, it was no surprise when she poured the pale yellow paint into a pan, coated her roller with it, and went to work spreading it over one wall to start. Yup, yellow was the right way to go.

Guess who's out of the cells and back on the main floor of the mansion? ;)

( Left for Eden on her doorstep )

Mind telling the boys to have Callum's things moved up from his cell, into the room next to Shannon's? I think it's time to give him back his house key as well.

Are you ready to return to work?

Who: Dom & Ivy
When: Night
What: Who is afraid of the big bad wolf?
Where: Ivy's home away from the EVC


Dr. Lydia Butler, aged thirty-two. Blond, blue eyes, five and a half feet tall. If nothing else, Kaden's type was predictable. Throw a fair featured beauty his way, and he was going to lose his head a little. So much so that he would either fail to notice that she was a vampire, or fail to recognise that she was out of her damn mind. Mortal women from what she could tell, were desperate. There were more females populating the earth, than ever before, and they were all looking for the man to fill their bed, or buy them a ring, or be the daddy to their little brats. They were chasing after these men, like they were some prize to be had... why did they think this way? Men were little more than apes, with a broad vocabulary. Call her old fashioned, but men were supposed to be the ones doing the chasing. They came to the ladies home, asked to see her, asked to take her out. Put on a display to win her attention. Not the other way around. If one man didn't fit the bill, just wait five minutes, and another one would come sniffing along in no time. If Lydia had any sense at all, she would move on, and leave Kaden to memory. There were bound to be mortal men just waiting to have their chance with her. All she had to do was loosen up, and stop obsessing over an old lover.

That obsession had become Ivy's, but not for the same reason. The scientist for the EVC weren't exactly being helpful in their search for a way to reverse Kaden's amnesia. They had been searching through the documents recovered from the lab, and still weren't able to make heads of tails of it. Ivy was becoming more, and more frustrated by the day, and she knew that Kaden was as well. It wasn't for his sake that she was anxious. It was for the prosperity of all vampires. This was supposed to be their time, to come to light, and make a plea for the top of the food chain. They weren't supposed to be hunched over large, leather bound books, studying old folk tales, trying to find anything might provide an answer. When Ivy wasn't tending to a number of things Barabas assigned to her, she was sorting through those books. Over, and over again, sure that there would have been something that she over looked. Anything... anything to give her any a glimmer of hope, but it was absent. It might reach a point, where she had to give it up, when she had to tell Kaden that he needed to just get used to who he was now, and hope that the same fate wouldn't fall to any other vampire.

Home was quaint, and couldn't have been more different from the EVC. For the most part, it say empty, while she spent most days, and nights in her place of work, tucked away in her chambers below. It was comfortable there, but everyone needed time to escape, and after the sight of the EVC building unbearable for a moment longer, she had gone to her home. For the past two days, she had been relaxing, catching up on her reading, her music. Anything to get her mind off of Kaden, and his damn broken brain. The cello resting between her thighs was one way to accomplish that. A stand rested before her, with nearly black music paper resting in it's cradle. A pencil was held between her lips, as she brought the bow across the strings, trying to find just the perfect note.

Who: Alyx and Jason
What: Hiring staff for Canidae….errr….a reunion?
When: Afternoon
Where: Canidae

Fucking bastards ‘outing’ supernaturals really jacked up scheduling your staff, ok? It was hard enough to get people to show up to work at a bar when they were practically perpetually hung over, but now they had to worry about family and friends finding out that they were a were on top of that – not to mention doing their best to avoid those creepy ass human groups out to skin them alive. Basically, it was putting a major cramp in Alyx’s style and she didn’t fucking appreciate it, alright? Finding out about the supernatural communities springing up all over the web was like a frigging miracle since at least there she could post want ads to her little heart’s content and know that (most likely) the only people seeing them would actually be the ones she wanted to get in Canidae’s doors. She’d had a few hits so far, told a few of the responders to just drop by the club when they had a few minutes and she’d be happy to talk to them about what she needed, what she expected. She could cover the bar shifts, that wasn’t an issue, but she definitely needed some security guards and soon. Everyone was way too antsy lately and you could never have too many muscles around to make sure they stayed in line.

It was just passed noon when she pushed her way through the doors of the bar, the staff scheduled for the day already hard at work getting the place ready to open that night. They’d been drawing bigger and bigger crowds – which had to be the one upside of people knowing they existed now – apparently supernaturals really did crave a place to be with others like them. Of course, that wasn’t accounting for those little hanger-on humans that just wanted to be able to say they got a good fuck from a freak. Alyx tried her best to weed out the stalkers, but you couldn’t always get them at first glance….or smell. “Joey, my love,” she teased, pushing her sunglasses up to rest atop her short dark hair as she paused to lean against the bar; the were behind it was a jag that he been with her for about two years now, just big enough and burly enough to keep assholes in line, nice enough to charm the panties off most the ladies, “I know you’re going to fix me a featured drink for tonight that is going to be fucking hardcore.” If the place wasn’t known for its fucking slick atmosphere or its amazing live music, then it was going to earn some street cred for the talent behind the bar. “No problem. I’ll work my magic.” The amount of bottles that started coming off the back shelf then was just a little worrying, but he’d never failed her before so it was just best to let him be.

Alyx stopped long enough to check in with what few employees were on site this early before she headed back to office to take care of whatever boring shit waited for her there. Invoices probably – woop de doo. Throwing herself back into her chair, she lifted the stack of them waiting and kicked her boots up to rest on the edge of her desk and set to coding. Wasn’t this just the fucking life? All rock and roll glamour, right here. She’d nearly made it through the pile when there was a knock on the door, “Hey Al. Guy’s here to see you about a security job. He’s waiting in the bar.” An interruption couldn’t have come at a better time – her brain was starting to feel like it was going to melt and slide out her damn ear. “I’ll be right out.” She pushed up from her chair, taking a moment to pull her lean frame into a full-body stretch and then set off for the heart of Canidae to meet her latest victim…er…potential employee.

Love you, gorgeous.

who: Vivian. Dominic. Ivy. [Complete]
what: Enquiring minds want to know.
where: Mansion
when: After dark.



Having breakfast on the back patio as the sun set was a pleasant experience. It was too early for the bugs whose droning drove his sensitive ears mad, so even though they didn’t like supernatural blood and left him alone, he tried to always be done with his shower and finished with breakfast before the sun had entirely disappeared below the skyline. Dom sipped his orange juice, pulling a face at the tang, and turned the page of the newspaper he was reading. He lost track of time and didn’t realise it was fully dark until the solar lights on the patio flickered to life.

Glancing up, he could see the upstairs lights which meant the ladies had risen. He folded the paper, left it lying neatly on the table and headed indoors to see what was on the agenda for the day.

This is the "Master" from Kink, right? I got your number at the office. Do you ever do apprenticeships?

You've been MIA. What's up?

Who: All those who go bump in the night
When: After 10pm
What: The Benefit
Where: The Hidden Door


Planning for an event like this usually took months, if not a year, or two. There were so many details to take into account, to organise. It wasn't something you just did on a whim. So, when the idea had struck her, it would have made more sense to have it pushed back, likely into the new year. However, it had seemed like a brilliant idea to host it at her new club, which was also scheduled to open tonight. In the end, it had made the most sense, the place had security like no other club in the city, and it was hidden away from human eyes. Just what they needed at a time like this. There would be no muggings, bombings, or general harm done to the patrons of this club. That was the goal. Parking was not permitted on the street. The guest were instructed to either have a driver escort them, or to take a taxi. Different times had been placed on the invitations, that way, there wouldn't be an absolute mob of people waiting outside to get in. That wouldn't be difficult to miss, and as little attention needed to be drawn to this event as possible. If word got out, and she suspected that it had, it always did, then this would be just where those human rights groups would want to hit. Imagine, all the supernaturals in the city, gathered in one location. It would be killing a flock of birds with one stone. That was why the place, the block, the street was crawling with weres, all policing the area, making sure that nothing odd was happening any where near the club. Thankfully, the wolves had a nose for trouble.

Benefits were old hat to Vivian, she threw them every so often, to raise money for the politicians the Visigoth owned, or for charity, or to tempt new investors. There was always a reason for one, but this time, it seemed more close to heart, than ever before. With the help of the EVC, the money that was raised tonight, would be the start to a companion for equal rights for all supernaturals. Not just vampires, it wouldn't be right for one race to make demands, and not also provide the others with a voice as well. Tonight was for all of them, which was why no one, aside from human occupants of the city, were excluded from the list. The list was an invisible one. It came down to a pair of weres posted at the front door of the textile factory. They would be able to smell what race was approaching, and all you would need was a nod of approval. However, there were going to be some supernaturals who brought along dates, snacks of the human variety, they would be marked, and carefully watched through out the night. If something happened, the supernatural they accompanied would be held responsible, and from what she heard, the EVC wasn't taking chances anymore.

"Have many guest arrived?" Vivian stood at the mirror of the ladies room, a female were posted at the door, decked out in the usual Visigoth fashion."A hundred, or so, Ms. Roth." The number was going to grow rapidly, and the Retro Mod themed club would begin to fill up. Originally, she hadn't known how to decorate the place, it had to be different from all of her other clubs, it couldn't be of the same design. Thankfully, the decorate that she so often worked with had an idea. The first had been to design in like an old hidden American Speak Easy club from the 1930's, back when it was illegal to serve alcohol in any establishment. It had been a fine idea, but the art deco lines had been too played out, too repeated in other places around Amsterdam. Vivian wanted something fresh, something that you wouldn't expect, or that would surprise you. So, the Mod lounge had been born. It was perfect, and she felt as though Andy Warhol, or James Dean would have been right at home inside the place. The bar was stacked with bottles, and glasses, the dinning area had food from the most lavish restaurants in all of Amsterdam. The dance floor was smooth, and inviting, the little stage set for the band that would be gathering on it in less than an hour. For now, Jaida's favorite demon dj was providing the place with atmospheric music to set the mood.

"It's perfect. Absolutely perfect." Smiling, she linked her arm with Dom's as the two strolled through the club. There old were would be her personal body guard for the night. Staying close to both she, and Jaida. "Are you impressed, Dom?" He gave his head a little nod, the corner of his mouth turned up just so. That was the most praise she was bound to get out of him, and she knew it. Still, it was better than nothing at all.

Who: Marcus & Juniper
What: Hey, it's been a while. Or: A werecat, a werewolf, enough food to feed a party of six.
Where: A restaurant serving cuisine from all over the world.
When: Around lunch time.

Between dealing with the London crowd's issues, his own recurring monthly issues, the issues the police seemed to be having with him, certain misconceptions some people seemed to be having about him and an acquaintance of his, and flat-hunting, Marcus hadn't really had time for anything else. It was only after he'd unpacked all of his stuff at his new place, coming across a crumpled note Juniper had given him back when they'd first met, that he realised he hadn't heard from the redhead in quite some time.

Ever since she'd saved him from getting beaten with a cane by a very enraged old woman - a misunderstanding caused by his rather limited knowledge of the Dutch language - during his first week in town and helped him find his way around, they'd become... friends? It wasn't a word that Marcus used very frequently. More often than not it sat in the pile of unusable words of his vocabulary, atrophying, but it seemed to fit the werecat so 'friends' it was. Did he like her? Well, yes. She was a friendly young woman and possibly the only redhead he'd ever met who hadn't got him into serious trouble later on. Small miracles did exist, after all.

A handful of text messages later, they agreed to meet for lunch. Marcus' treat at a place he'd picked as he seemed determined to try out every single food-serving place in Amsterdam before the year was over. It wasn't one of those fancy places that served tiny bits on oversized plates - Marcus avoided those like the plague - had a very impressive menu and the patrons were the kind that minded their own business. Seated by a window table, he studied their specials while he waited for Juniper to arrive.

Who: Callum and Shannon
When: A little after 9PM
What: That's what I get
Where: Wertheimpark


Today was the second time, since being turned, that he had woken before the sun set. Tucked behind the mansion walls, they were all safe, and sound, thanks to the enchanted windows covering each floor of the impressive Dutch home. He was to meet Callum, and just like the time before, his brother was give priority over his own comfort. It hadn't mattered that he had been restless while sleeping, thanks to the meeting with Raymond--James, whatever the hell he was calling himself now, just days before. Shannon's mind was riddled with questions, worries, and anxiety. The fact that he had wanted to kill that man, it had scared him a little. No, they weren't close, but he was still family, and if he could barely contain himself then, what did that show was in store for those closest to him? At times he really did feel far too dangerous, and something needed to be done about that. The control issue he was having, it needed to be reigned in, and fast. With Callum at least, he knew that he didn't pose much of a threat, they were both vampires, both young, and both carrying enough tension between them, that if they came to blows, it was likely that either would be able to keep much of an upper hand. Shannon was hoping they would be able to avoid that, and that instead they could talk about all the shit that had gone on between them. Very soon he would face him, and find out whether his hopes were in vain, or not.

For several months now, Shannon had taken to cutting his own hair. It wasn't even that he was being cheap, for whatever reason, he liked being able to take clippers to the sides of his head, and just banish all that hair away. It didn't hurt that he had a seriously thick head of hair, and that if he happened to slip, he could even it up, without it looking too thinned out. Dom had snickered at him, when he stepped out into the main entrance hall, dressed, with his hair looking as though it had been styled a hundred years before. A greaser, Dom had called him, which was fitting, seeing as he was usually dirty to some degree, covered in muck from the cars he so loved to get his hands. Like usual, he hopped onto one of Vivian's Indians, and took off into the night, Callum was expecting him to be at the park by nine, and he intended to be waiting.

Wertheimpark looked disappointing at night, as most places did. All the tones of black, and gray took away from it's normal beauty. The frail state of Autumn didn't exactly help to ease the eeriness the place had about it either. A shell of it's shelf, he thought. Walking past the sphinxes that guarded the entrance, his feet crunched against the fallen leaves that littered the path, nearly invisible beneath them. Even the World War II memorial looked like something sinister under the night sky. The moon, and stars shimmered up at him, in the broken glass slab that covered a portion of the ground. Shannon would have to try, and remember it as it was when he, and Eden had come to visit one day. The sun was high, it had been warm, and they had spent hours walking around together. Her shoulders had been bare, but she had left her hair down, and wore boots instead of heels. Looking around, he tried for a moment to find the tree they had eaten lunch under. Their backs pressed together, propping one another up, while they had eaten slices of apple, and some expensive cheese he had nicked from the mansion. As out of place as he had felt there on their date, it had been one of his favorite afternoons.

Been a while, Vivian. You must be busy with preparations - if you could spare me 10 minutes any time before your company function I would be much obliged. Erik

Who: Eden/Juniper.....then Eden/Ian
When: Sometime in the afternoon
What: An unexpected revelation
Where: Eden's bathroom....and then the hospital

This is nothing, Eden assured herself, gaze fixed on the ticking seconds’ hand of her watch, it’s just a silly bug and I’m being a complete nutter about it. There wasn’t anything to worry about, there couldn’t be; she’d always been the type of woman to cover all her bases and this was just…an extension of that. She was just being thorough. It didn’t mean anything, it wouldn’t. There was just this and….and then she’d know for sure, she’d have proof and everything would go back to normal. Maybe she’d take a nap, rest up a little, drink plenty of fluids and, once she’d recovered, she’d tell Juniper (and maybe Ian) about this little incident and they’d just laugh and laugh… She could see it now: all of them enjoying a bottle of wine, recounting this little adventure, everyone just overwhelming amused by her little smidge of a mental breakdown. There was no need for worry, no reason to panic – she just needed to wait out these few (impossibly long) minutes and she’d have her answer, she’d know for sure that this whole mess was nothing more than a bit of an over-active stomach bug. People got them all the time, right? Especially in the winter, particularly when they lived in countries with cuisine different from their native tastes… Ok, so maybe that was a bit of reaching, but really, there was some truth to it.

Gnawing a bit at the manicure on her thumbnail, she stared unblinkingly at that tiny gold hand, waiting until it cross the ‘12’ one last time. For a moment, Eden didn’t dare approach the bathroom sink – she eyed it cautiously from a few feet away, like one might watch an enemy who might drawn down on them at any moment. You can do this, she took a deep breath, giving herself a little shake to ease the tension from her shoulders, just take a bit of a peek, then you’ll know for sure. Right…all she had to do was look. That was it. Squaring those now-loosened shoulders, Eden took a tentative step closer to the sink, then another, reaching down to carefully pick up the little white stick that sat along the basin’s rim. She raised it to eye level, her heart stuttering in her chest…

“Oh bloody fucking hell!”

She couldn’t set the damned thing aside quickly enough, heels clattering sharply against the tile as she hurried back into her bedroom to fumble through her bag in search of her cell phone. It took far too long to unlock the damn thing and sift through her contacts’ list for the one person that might be able to ease the panic rising in her chest. “Jun?” she tried to keep her voice steady once the were answered the line, “It’s Eden. Listen…I…well, fuck…I…” Ok, this wasn’t going to work – Juniper couldn’t help her get her wits about her if coherent sentences couldn’t even be constructed. “Right….so, I’ve fucked up, quite epically really, and I need you to pretend to be completely logical for a bit so I don’t lose what’s left of my mind. Do you think you can do that, just for a bit? Please?” She really needed someone to be sensible right about now because – fucking hell – she wasn’t going to be capable for a bit yet.

12:57am
November 7, 2056

AT&T

Cal
You're going to be an Uncle.

Who: Shannon and James (Raymond)
What: What does one say to the donor of their DNA?
Where: A small Amsterdam Pub
When: Night


If it wasn't one thing, it was something else. The past few months, they just didn't seem to want to ease up on him, or hell, anyone that he had once been close to. Perhaps it wasn't so bad now, things were... starting to some what look up. Callum had actually not launched himself at him, when the two saw one another in the main entrance of the mansion. They hadn't stopped to speak either, as Juniper had been leading his brother off for whatever reason, and he had been out the door to find something to eat. Silence, and less than evil glances was better than pure hatred, and fists flying. Cal had a new start in life, with a woman who loved him, and who he clearly loved in return, and the two were going to have a chance at a future together again. Like before, before everything had gone to absolute hell, they were spending as much time as possible together, it was hard not to see them in each other's company. Shannon was desperately trying to feel happy for his brother, he was, but he couldn't completely ignore the fact that he was jealous. They had both been turned, both had the chance to get back what they had once had, those things that made them the most happy, and he had totally blown his chances to hell. Callum and he were so different, and he was starting to finally understand that it hadn't just been a case of bad luck on his behave, he just had a shit temper, and didn't know how to handle himself where other people were concerned. So, how did you fix your personality, and not end up feeling like a total, and complete stranger?

Personal overhaul wasn't on the game plan tonight, there was really nothing that he thought he needed to do, or wanted to do. A few hours before heading to the little pub, he had stopped by one of Vivian's clubs, fucked one of the whores there, and fed from her. After tipping her fifty, he had headed off into the night to wind down. Eventually he was going to have to separate feeding, and sex, but so long as he could have both without worry, he didn't quite see the point. If the day came where he was over Eden, and actually had a real prospect on the line, then maybe he would look at making love as not just a appetizer. This was why he hadn't ever wanted to fall in love, because he didn't want to feel like this. Hopeless, stuck, like he couldn't get his brain to budge off of her. The two had spoken, and she was adamant about him moving on, and finding someone who made him happy, all he could say in return was how he thought about her when ever he was alone. That, he knew, wasn't fair to either of them. "Can I get another whiskey? Thanks." The ash tray sitting on the bar in front of him was half full of burned to the filter cigarettes, all thanks to him, and the young human bloke that sat next to him. They had talked some, about football, and cars. The lad was from Germany, and here on holiday, tonight was his break from the big clubs, and red light district. Shannon almost wanted to warn him off of the red light district, to tell him how some of those cat houses were run by demons looking to sell men like him into the slavery market. For whatever reason, he kept his mouth shut. For tonight he didn't want to link himself to anything dealing with the supernaturals. Even if he was one.

Lifting the shot glass, he tossed it back, savoring the burn, and how for a brief second, he made him feel warm. Honestly, he wasn't sure how much it would actually take to get him drunk now, he hadn't tried to find out. Still, it had always been his go to drink, and the taste was comforting. It was the same with cigarettes, they didn't do him any damn good now, but it was a comfort all the same. "You off? Yeah? Right, it was nice to meet you, man. Have a good time here." Shannon shook the young man's hand, as he stood from his seat at the bar, and left to exit the pub for the night. As he watched him head out, his eyes moved around the little knock about place, taking in all the faces, not that there were many at this hour. His brows came together, his attention focused on one man in particular. There was something about him, and it wasn't just one of those instances of having seen him around Amsterdam either. Whatever it was, it had him starring at this person, his cigarette burning down where it rested between his fingers.

Who: Ivy & Kaden
What: Mommy dearest, not so much
Where: The EVC headquarters, Ivy's chambers
When: Night, duh


"Is... something wrong?" Her voice was sweet, almost sing song as she spoke to him. Pleasant even. The younger vampire stood there, with his mouth gaping like a fish, eyes unfocused, but starring in Ivy's general direction, as she rested behind her desk. "Cat got your tongue? Or maybe the realization of actually having to face vampire law has rendered you dumb struck. That one? I thought so." Reaching out, she snatched the piece of paper from him hand, soothing out the creases, and corners, before she let it rest against the marble top. "Tell you what, buttercup, because I'm so generous, I'll let you off with a warning this time. But, if I ever see another grievance about you crossing my desk, I'll come and remove your fangs myself. Do we understand each other? Good, now please, leave this office before I change my mind. Tootles, have a wonderful night!" The door to her office closed with a pop, the sound echoing off the walls, and ceiling. There were definitely perks to be had when your sire was head of European Vampire Council, and had far too much on his plate to handle every little thing that came in. Vampires were becoming so petty lately, reporting each other, all scared that someone was going to do something to make them all look bad. What happened to the days when they helped one another out, and covered those less than subtle tracks? Such a powerful race of beings shouldn't be acting like children.

Still, the EVC had a responsibility to investigate all of these reports, as stupid as most of them were, as minor. The man who had just left her office, he was being accused of seducing another vampires pet, and really, that wasn't any of their business, but it just so happened that the vampire who the pet belonged to, was a very generous contributor to their kind. So, they had to bring the young vamp in, and give him a little slap on the wrist. Where was the fun in that? To ensure that he would never do it again, Ivy had been a bit more inventive with getting her point across. Instead of telling him that the offense was minor, she told him that he was due to go before the council, and then would likely have his fangs removed as punishment. If he could have, the vamp would have pissed himself. The look on his face was well worth doctoring the documents. Documents which she fed into the shredder at that very moment. It might have been a cruel joke, but she was sure he wouldn't be getting into anymore trouble for some time to come... or he would leave for America. Either way, the problem was solved. "Talli, I think I'll go for a stroll, take all my messages." Her finger lifted from the intercom button on her phone, before she stood, and moved towards the door of her office, nabbing her purse as she went.

It was a short walk down the hall, before she was pushing open one of the chamber room doors, without so much as a knock. "How is Mr. Amnesia tonight? Still dreadfully hopeless?" Kaden was the only vampire she had ever turned, and his whole purpose had been to satisfy all of her cougar needs at the time. Of course, nothing ever went the way you planned it, and while he had liked being chased by an older woman, he had never taken to being a vampire. So much so, that he had gone out of his way to try and weasel out of being one all together. Which is why he was now here, under her watchful eye once again. The idiot had managed to get his mind swiped clean, mostly, something which no one could still really explain to her. Whatever they had done to him in that lab had been drastic, but not enough to actually chase away his vampireness. Kaden didn't seem to understand that what he was couldn't be reversed, there was no going back. It was either this life, or death.

3:15AM
October 24,2056

AT&T

Shannon:
Everything went okay with Cal.

Who: Shannon & Jessa
What: FUCK EVERYONE
Where: A few random streets along the river
When: Night of the full moon, around two am.


No matter what he did, it was wrong. Tonight, he had really been trying to do right by his brother, in an attempt to make up for the shit had had pulled over the past few months, but between Jaida, and Jun, he wasn't going to have a chance alone with him. This ought to have been his night to say goodbye, there was no way to be sure that Callum would survive the change, seeing as how weak his heart was. But they had just chased him out of the room before he could really say anything at all, and then Dom escorted him up to the main floor, and told him to stay clear of the basement until the next day... if permission was granted before hand. Jaida might have been saving his life, and he was going to be grateful to her for it, but that bitch of a were needed to back off, and back off soon. Shannon stopped mid stride, pausing on the river bank for a moment, his light eyes sweeping over to the water, the moon reflected in it's surface. All these thoughts of revenge, they were what kept getting him in trouble to start with. They were what kept him fucking everything up. Why couldn't he just let stuff go? Why did it eat away at him until he just fucking lost it, and had to act? Badly at that, wht the hell was wrong with him, was this just normal, or had something broken in him, whenever Vallis made him a vampire. It could be that he had always been broken, and that being turned just brought that out of him. Most, if not all of his restraint was just gone, and where it hadn't fully disappeared, he just didn't seem to know how to conduct himself. What a fucking mess he was.

Digging through the pocket of his coat, he with drew an empty packet of cigarettes. "Fuck..." He had been so anxious since Jun woke him up that afternoon, that he had started chain smoking, and not stopped until it was time for Callum to actually arrive, at least that was what he had told himself. It seemed the real reason was because he had ran out of smokes. After patting himself down, he came to the conclusion that he was just without at the moment, which is why he had began to call out to the person walking towards him on the path. "Hey man, you got a smoke? Smoke..." He held his fingers up to his mouth, and mocked taking in a lungful of cancer, but the man just shook his head, and hurried by. "It's not safe to be out you know!" He yelled after him. "Crazy fucking weres all over the place." Shannon thought of Vallis, of his home, and how it had been there for that short time. While there, he had just wanted to get the hell out, get back to his brother, and put distance between them, and Amsterdam. Obviously that hadn't come to pass, because here they were now, not speaking to one another, and him dreaming about life with his sire.

There had been enough change in him now, he knew how to handle himself when it came to hunting, feeding... Vivian had taught him a lot, made sure he paid attention when they all were out together. That might be all that Vallis had wanted him to learn, or he could still be considered too young to be useful. After all, his gift wasn't any more tuned that it had been. The teacher came to see him once a week, but he didn't always give the seer his full attention. It was like book work, and his mind had always been too restless for book work. All this shit about having to focus, and control it... if he had known how to do that before hand, he wouldn't need those lessons. Lessons that were going no where. In the end, who would be more annoyed, Vivian for all the money she was spending on him, or Vallis for all the wasted time. The bell chimed on the shop door, as he stepped in, tucking his hands into his pockets, as he approached the front counter. "Uh... cigarettes please. Normal ones." Laying a few bills on the counter, he watched as the clerk went through the selection, Shannon nodding when he finally landed on the brand he wanted. "Yeah, them. Thanks, man, keep the change." With the pack in hand, he tapped it against the heel of his palm as he stepped back out onto the street, his eyes again moving to the water. He wondered now if Cal was still alive or not.

4:26 PM
October 38,2056

AT&T

Juniper:
Did you try the pocket pussy yet?

( Gifts Left for Callum )

Who: Sophie and Ian
When: October 16th 2056
Where: Ian's house
What: A reunion...of sorts

( I've been wrong but I've been changing/I've been wondering what to do* )

[*lyrics: The Wreckers - Hard to Love You]

To: Whomever it May Concern
From: The Visigoth

Who: Cat, Delphine, Felix, & Wes
What: Family Dinner
When: Dinner Time
Where: Venizelos home.

Delphine hadn't been paying attention to the news when Felix had called her into the living room of her small apartment that morning. She'd been busy making him pancakes, because she wanted pancakes, and he wasn't going to complain about it. The news was upsetting, but it was over in London, not in Amsterdam. She wasn't stupid, but she still had that feeling that the problem was far far away. After the statement was done, she picked up the remote and changed the channel. He didn't need to see that sort of stuff, not that way. Despite the fact that it had been a female were that had been attacked, she was more worried about Felix's well-being than her own. That was probably why she'd decided to take him home to her parents that night instead of keeping him. She'd left him alone a few nights ago and now felt guilty over it.

Later that day, both the kids were on the doorstep of the home. She had a bag tucked in the crook of her arm, with a bottle of wine in it. Mom probably already had some in the house, but it never hurt to bring extra. It especially didn't hurt when she could legally purchase it in this country. Europe was a wonderful place, not that she got shit-faced often. In fact, she preferred to not drink that much. For someone who enjoyed other people in control, she liked to be aware of herself and her decisions enough to witness the fruits of her labors.

Reaching down toward Felix, she straightened out his collar and smoothed his hair. She said she'd bring him back nice looking and she had to make sure she kept her word. He didn't look like a hobo, but it was a little naggy thing she did. Part of it was because she was his big sister. The other half was because it annoyed him. She ignored any fussing he might have done and rung the doorbell.

7:21 pm
October 31,2056

AT&T

Juniper:
Are you busy?

2:35am
October 14,2056

AT&T

Vivian:
Boring night of meetings. Send me naughty pics?

( Text sent to Delphine )

REPORTER-

Early this morning, a shockingly graphic video hit the web, which depicts what seems to be a young werecreature female, being raped, tortured, and then murdered. At this time, we are unable to confirm the authenticity of the video, but the group responsible for it's release, swears that it is entirely genuine. Speculation still remains, as there is no way to confirm if the young woman in question was actually not human. The video shows the woman being speared, with sterling silver rods, through her arms, legs, and lower abdomen. Upon touching the rods, her skin seems to burn and bubble. As you all know, this is an effect that could easily be created with a graphics program of some kind. Keeping that in mind, local authorities have been attempting to identify the woman in the video, but have yet to be successful. As for those who released the video, they are calling themselves a terrorist group, and wish to be known as 'The Children of Doomsday'. The group is claiming to be responsible for various bombings in both America, and Europe. As well as the confirmed kidnappings and murders of known vampires. The attacks were previous believed to be isolated incidences, however, the group gave detailed accounts of unreleased information regarding the cases. Authorities are now asking for people to come forward, if they have any information about The Children of Doomsday, and the young woman they have supposedly killed.

Accompanying the video, the group released a statement which reads,

"Killing vampires isn't a crime. They are not human. They are monsters. Protect yourself, and those closest to you. Put those walking corpses where they belong. In the ground. The same goes for the Werecreatures, Demons, and whatever else abomination thinks it can rule over us. We are not as weak as they think we are, and they will not have the chance to take over. We will not allow it."

It would seem that this group is calling for an all out war against the supernatural community, even going so far as to ask for recruitment's. We here at the London Central Broadcasting do not condone any violence against the supernatural community, and therefore, we will not now, nor ever provide this group with an outlet to promote this war. Our only concern is the innocent lives that they have been, and sadly will continue to be responsible for taking.

Now we turn our focus to local news....

Who: Jaida, Shannon, Callum and Juniper
Where: Briefly the hospital, then onto the mansion
When: Night time/Full Moon
What: Ch-ch-ch-ch changes!


The clock was ticking away for Cal, and there wasn't much time left. Days before, the doctor had called Jun into his office, and told her that he himself had passed Callum over for a transplant, because of his history with drug abuse. Not once, but twice. In his better judgement, he had told her, he couldn't not give the young man a healthy heart, knowing that he would likely just destroy it, when there were others out there who could truly have a new lease on life. As understanding as she would have tried to been had it been anyone else, she had told the doctor he was letting a good person die, and that she hoped he would never be able to forget Cal's face, nor hers. Off of life support, he had no more than a few days to live, if that. On life support, it might be months, but his quality of life would continue to plummet. He would waste away in that bed, on those machines, becoming just a shell of himself. Off of life support, he could leave them much sooner, but she might be able to talk to him again. Honestly, she couldn't decide what would have been a more selfish move... having him hang on, just to be here, or letting him go, and being able to tell him everything she felt still needed to be said. It didn't matter now, there was something else in store for Cal, something that she wasn't exactly thrilled about, but the alternative wasn't something she was ready to face.

Even after spending an entire evening talking to Jaida, and Shannon, she hadn't wanted to commit one way, or another. Then Callum's heart rate began to drop, and they had needed to up his meds more. It looked like those promised months were going to be weeks now. She had to make up her mind. Two days ago, she had signed the papers to have him woken from the coma, which took far longer than she had anticipated, but they had made it clear that they wished to establish that everything was stable enough for him to at least be comfortable. Once they were sure, they had brought her the papers to remove him from life support. Before she signed, she had asked the doctor if it would be possible to have him moved home, so that he could be comfortable when he passed. It took a lot of tears, and sobbing, but he had finally given his consent, and arrangements were made for the transport. "Shannon, I don't care if it's another two hours before sunset, get your ass out of bed, and make sure his room is ready for him. I can only be there until eight, and then I have to... you know." She spoke quietly into her mobile. In all of deciding, it seemed to have slipped her mind that the full moon was this evening. That, and she had expected that they would have been out of here the previous night, but it just hadn't worked out that way. The hospital did take it's time. "Jaida is already up, I talked to her like a half hour ago, because she told me she was sending Dom over." The young weres eyes moved to the old werewolf, as he stood aways down from her in the hallway. "Yes, he's going to help with the move... I'll call you before we head that way, just make sure that everything is ready. He needs to be comfortable... okay, later."

She hung up her phone, before slipping it into the pocket of her jeans. Juniper folded her arms across her chest, just as the door to Callum's room opened. "You can see him now. He's awake, and we're preparing the ambulance for the move." The nurse gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, before stepping out, and away from the door, leaving it cracked just slightly. For a moment, she watched him through the small break, wondering what must have been going through his mind at that moment... the doctor had taken the time to explain to him what had happened, what was going to happen, and that his wife done everything in her power to make things better for him. That was a lot to process, and she couldn't help but feel her heart ache all the more. Then she worried that he was in pain, and whether or not he was even strong enough to transition. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pushed the door open further, before stepping in, and closing it behind her. "You're probably sick of my voice by now. As much as I've been talking at you." The doctor had reminded her that Callum might remember some of the things she had said while he was out of it. "I'm not gonna stop though... sorry." Giving him a sad smile, she sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him. "We're going to go home soon."

( Text sent to Juniper... )

( Text to Eden )

( Text sent to Micael )

( Text sent to Cat )

( Text message sent to Cat )

Who: Gabriel and Anais
What: New partners meeting up for the first time
When: Mid-Morning
Where: An upscale hotel downtown

Gabriel would never be able to say for sure what had driven him to enlist into training to be an OSI agent. Maybe it had just been that, after all these years, it finally seemed like things were coming to a head for his kind, that supernaturals were starting to pick sides either by choice or because their hands were being forced. Pruflas, the stubborn old man, had made the decision for all of them, had ‘outed’ them on national tv without a care in the world. Now they were all feeling the effects in some way or another; if a supernatural hadn’t felt that call to action yet, they would soon. Some of them, though it couldn’t be helped, were turning against the humans and it was difficult to watch the violence, especially when you were hard-wired to be a guardian, a protector. Working his way into the ranks of the Office of Supernatural Investigation seemed to be the only way, the best way, to serve his natural purpose.

And now here he was, freshly flown in from the stateside office of the OSI and being ushered into an unmarked car, to be whisked off to some fancy hotel to meet his new partner. He’d heard that she was good, one of the brightest that they had to offer and that his stellar record had landed him a place at his side. He assumed she wouldn’t be all that welcoming, that she’d see him as a burden, a punishment that they were all saddling her with. Surely no one with as much as experience as she had would want to have to baby-sit the new kid. It would simply be his goal to prove her wrong, to show her exactly what had made him the best. People tended to like Gabe, they tended to feel calmed by his presence. It was something about being a seraph, it always left people feeling soothed, protected by his kind. Taking into consideration how some races were reacted to, his was looked upon more favorably than most. Hopefully his new partner wouldn’t be immune to his ‘charm.’

Settled into the back seat of the car, Gabe watched the streets of Amsterdam fly past the window, the car rolling to a stop in front of an impressively large building. The doorman moved to open the door for him, his escort, Agent Denman, climbing from the front seat to join him. “You’re partners name is Anais Capra. She’ll be waiting for us in room 1211 on the east side of the building. We’ve arranged for the two of you to have breakfast, to get to know one another.” Gabe nodded, a slight smile at the edge of his lips – it all sounded fine, unless the two of them hit it off like a lead balloon. He followed Denman into the elevator, leaning back against the mirrored walls as it carried them up to the secured twelfth floor of the building, a soft ding signaling their arrival before the doors swished open and they were moving again. The pair paused long enough at the end of the hall for Agent Denman to knock loudly before using his key to enter, leading the way into the heart of a rather impressive suite. A table set with a variety of breakfast items and two steaming cups of coffee sat waiting. “Agent Capra, may I introduce your partner, Agent Desmarais.”

Who: Eden and Ian
What: A dinner exchanged for a rescue
Where: Eden's place
When: Night


Sometimes you had to throw the stupid rule book of men out the window, and do what you wanted. Ian hadn't waited days to call the number Eden had given him, only a day. And with the reason of wondering just how she was doing after her rather nasty run in with a few human fundamentalist. Most men would have called that too hasty, or desperate. Most of the men who said those sort of things were single, always would be single, and for good reason. Ian didn't want to seem desperate, he didn't think he was, but he didn't want her to think he was just some flake that liked to flirt with attractive women that happened to stumble into the ER. So, even though he had called the following day, he didn't agree to dinner until some time later. Though he would have been able to come sooner, there was that issue with seeming desperate. Now was perfect. Just enough time to make all the arrangements, but not so long for her to completely forget about it, and him. They had agreed to meet later in the month, once the full moon had passed. It didn't matter that he was no where near as threatening on a full moon as a were was, he doubted she wanted to spend an entire evening with his dog form, playing fetch, and feeding him dog treats. That would have been one seriously awkward first date. One that not even an Australian accent could bring you back from. Was this a date though? Well, no, not technically, this was just a thank you dinner.

All the same, he had decided to not only dress in some of his nicer clothing, but he had also stopped by one of the down town florist shops, and browsed what arrangements they offered. There hadn't been anything that caught his eye, they all just seemed a bleak reminder that she was a earth elemental that would have to be cleaning up dead flowers in a few days. There was something strangle dark about that, or he might have just been putting too much thought into it. Still, he had abandoned the search at the florist, and stopped by on the organic nurseries, and found a lovely potted lavender plant that had reminded him of her. Now the real challenge had come when he attempted to situate himself, and the plant on his bike, and not have the damned thing go tumbling off every time he made a turn. If nothing else, he could at least be thankful that his time spent on the bike had equipped him with some seriously developed thigh muscles. Ones which had done the trick in holding the plant in place, long enough for him to make the journey to her home.

Ian parked in her driveway, rested the lavender on the seat, as he removed his helmet, and soothed his curly hair back into place. The lights were on inside the house, she was home, thank god, she hadn't decided to ditch on him. As he reached the door step, before he could even lift a hand to ring the bell, he was met with a series of interesting barks, and short little howls. Squatting down, he peered in through the etched glass window at the side of the door, and could just make out the shape of a small black beast. Grinning to himself, he reached up, and pressed the door bell, not moving from his spot, as he watched the little dog through the window. Though when the door opened, he looked up to Eden. "Your little friend has some great ears on him."

Who: Shannon and Callum, Eden and Juniper
What: Some words need to be exchanged
Where: The Alexander home, the hospital
When: Night

"What?" She had starred at him for a very long moment before finally speaking, a look that he had pretended not to see, as he focused on draining his glass of champagne. "What?" Shannon repeated after her, the end of his elongated thumb nail scratching along the rim of the glass. "You didn't know? I would have thought you'd have known.... fuck, I'm sorry, I assumed that Dom had told you already. If he was going to tell anyone, it would be you." Not Dom, not any of the boys. They hadn't told her, because they had known first hand what hearing such news might do to a person, especially her. The little were that they were all so fond of, they had been trying to spare her heart, but Shannon could care less at the moment. This didn't have anything to do with any ones hearts, it was simply revenge. Equaling the field, because his brother had crossed that line first, and so he knew that he had the right to do just the same. "No.... I didn't know. Wow... fuck." His brows came together in false concern, before he leaned over, and poured her another glass. "He just wasn't the type for it. Relationships, I mean. I saw the split, before hand, and I even warned him. He could have done something to prevent it." Now he was just driving nail, after nail into that coffin, delighting in the fact that he could see the light slipping out of her eyes as he went on.

That head of his was still reeling, he could almost feel the warmth she had left on him. Fuck all had she been warm, more than he had ever expected, but he could recall Cal saying that it had something to do with her being a were. The difference in their tempartures had been shocking to say the least, like ice landing on a hot skillet. There had been no lingering after, and even if he hadn't planned to, she wasn't going to let him hang around. The girl might as well have gathered up his clothing for him, and thrust it into his chest, but with the way she had used her feet to kick everything in his direction, explaining that she had another show tomorrow, and wanted to finally have a good rest. It had been premier night for her ballet, and though he hadn't watched it, he had assured her she was brilliant, before handing over the bunch of pink roses. It had only been the previous night when he over heard a few of the younger guards talking about the two young assistance, and how they weren't around as much as they had once been, due to a falling out over the newly turned vampire. Obviously, Shannon had felt inclined to pause and listen to them from a distance, as they recounted the recent changes. They spoke of the fight between he and his brother, then of how Eden had comforted Callum. At first he thought he had heard wrong, and as he approached them to clarify, it seemed as though they were going to remain mum on the subject. Shannon had been fiercely instant, and they then decided to tell the story of what they had heard and witnessed one night, and the walk of shame Eden had taken the next morning.

He caught a cab from the theater, and directed the driver to take him back to the mansion. Shannon had stayed long enough to redress, while he watched as Jun changed into her own clothing, before sitting before the vanity in her dressing room, to pull her hair back into a high ponytail. Neither of them spoke, and he wondered what she was thinking, if she was regretting it. That could be one of the reasons she wanted him out the door, so she could remove herself from everything that had happened just an hour before. Really, he ought to have felt guilty about what he had done, but he didn't. He couldn't. This had nothing really to do with her, she was just caught in a very sick, twisted game of his own creation. If Jun could be proud of anything, it was that she hadn't let him bite her, she had refused, or rather told him before hand that if he tried, he would regret it. The front doors of the mansion opened as he approached, his steps never slowing as he breezed through the entrance hall, through the corridor, and to the lift. It was there that he paused, his hand hovering over the button, before he turned, and looked towards the little hallway that lead to the bedrooms the boys had once occupied. Was Callum still in the cells? He honestly didn't know, he hadn't been to see him in weeks, not since their fight, and seeing as he was rarely home, he couldn't be sure if his brother had moved back to the main floor. "Hey... where is he?" He called to the guards at the door. "Down the lift." One said simply, not needing to further explain himself, Shannon knew just what he meant.

Pressing his thumb into the lift button, he stepped inside once the doors had opened, and leaned back against the wall for the ride down. Like always, the basement was lit up, but there were no guards in sight. It had been long enough now, that Callum didn't have to be watched at all times. His little brother had regained some of his freedom, but not all. Most of the cells were dark, aside from the one he knew Cal to be in, as it was also the only one with an open door. "Stayed in tonight?" He asked softly, leaning against the door frame, and looking in on him.

Who: Viv/J, Eden/Ian, Jun/Cal
What: Everyone has been shook up
Where: Visigoth Headquarters, Outside of a low key supernatural club, Jun's house
When: Night


"Thank you so much for joining us this evening... Pruflas? That is how you wish to be addressed, yes?" "Yes, or Pru, if you like. Thank you for having me, it's a pleasure to be sitting here with such an accomplished, and well respected journalist such as yourself, Mr. Brock." She was silhouetted against the very large flat screen television which took up nearly an entire wall of her office. The remote in hand, as she watched one of the many interviews that the demon Pruflas had given in the days since his announcement. An announcement that was still vibrating unpleasantly through out the supernatural world. The crazy fucking demon had outed them all, made it impossible for them to continue on with life as it had once been, and it wasn't even just a matter of taking even more cautionary steps, it was about trying to make yourself seem all the more human. That was what the humans would want, it would make them more comfortable with the whole transition. Seeming human wasn't going to be possible for all of those races, especially those who hated humankind, and wished to seem nothing like them at all. They would be the ones who hid, who tried to extract themselves more, and more. Then there would be all the others, her kind, demons. They fed off of humans, either directly, or in directly. Even Pru at that moment was feeding off of the people residing in the room with him. Their confusion, and fear was powering to him, was it any wonder why he had kicked up such a huge shit storm, just to combat his own boredom? Vivian didn't think so, not when she actually thought about it, saw it all begin to unfold. As crazy as Pru was, he was actually doing something that so many of the races had wanted to do for centuries, he was providing them the chance to take the upper hand, and in a way that wouldn't be met with much hostility. It was brilliant, and that was why she was actually considering his offer. The distant chime let her know that someone had entered her wing of the building. There were no secretaries around at this hour, only security posted at all the doors. They wouldn't be allowing anyone into the place, unless they were someone she could trust. The little muse was trusted, but, that didn't mean she was a welcomed sight at the moment. The two had been fighting ever since Pru had visited Vivian, and asked her to join the campaign. That wasn't what had struck a chord between the two of them, if had been because Vivian hadn't flat out refused. "Sorry... I left my phone in the car." Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't have checked her messages from the phone in her office, she just decided against it, knowing that returning a call would likely end in another disagreement. Still, this was worse, face to face. Turning her head, she finally looked back to the muse, her shoulder, and body following, before she folded her arms over her chest. "What brings you here?"

Tension was obviously a theme being carried over many miles, not just from the supernaturals, but the humans were feeling it as well. Many were trying to live in a type of denial, demons, vampires, and all that shit, it wasn't real, this was just.... some weird stunt, a big prank that the whole world media was in one. That had been easy enough to believe, until you began to see them out in the open. Winged creatures, people with animal parts, fangs, glowing eyes. Just mixed in with everyone else, it wasn't natural. Amsterdam had been where it all started, that was where that fucking demon had come from, and so, naturally... they had flocked to the place. Crowds of humans, waving signs, and chanting in protest. Standing any where, and every where they could find empty ground. Amsterdam was soon named the hotbed of sin, and as good Christians, it was their duty to let all those who inhabit the place, know just how they were going to burn in hell. That was love in the eyes of the fundamentalist. Instead of turning the other cheek, as Jesus said, they were going to follow that word of a vengeful God, and seek biblical punishment for all those who offend God. Some how they had learned of a few of the safe havens for the creatures of the dark. A club in Los Angeles, often populated by demons had been bombed, leaving only the humans inside either wounded, or dead. Even if it hadn't been a direct below, it had caused everyone to rethink their habits, and their haunts. All those flashy clubs had become near ghost towns, even in Amsterdam. The risk was not worth it to some. Others weren't going to let the change, or the worry stop them from enjoying themselves, just as some of those humans weren't going to stand around, waving signs to make a point. They were looking to do more than protest, as was the group posted outside of the small bar in downtown Amsterdam. it wasn't an obvious location, but with so many supernaturals no longer bothering to hide what they were, it made deciding on a place rather easy. This was the place to be, they simply had to wait for their target to emerge.

Of all the people to shy away from the night life, no one might have expected it to be her. The fire cracker, the first on the dance floor, no, not her! Things change, and boy had they. Life had already been flipped on it's head, and now things were even more topside. They had all been labeled monsters by some of the press, and by some of those humans they encountered on a daily basis, who would have never been the wiser. That was a scary thing to be, when you were young, female, and living alone. Even a were could be caught unaware, over powered by a small mob. That was why she was trying to keep her nose clean. Home, work, and rehearsal, that was her day to day schedule now, and it wasn't often that she squeezed in anything else. It had been keeping her from seeing many of her friends, Callum included. Plans to visit him at work were almost out of the question, even more so when things still remained so unsteady between them. Unlike before, she hadn't completely stopped having anything to do with him. She had called him, brought him lunch a couple of times since their run in at the bar, but the visits were always kept short, likely to save them both more awkward moments of interaction. Ever since Pru outed them all, she had kept even more to herself, having called him only once before, and that had been to ask if things had improved between he, and Shannon. They hadn't. The new vampire seemed to be the only one not dampened by the sudden change in events. Tonight was like any other. After rehearsal, she dressed, loaded her things in the back of her antique baby blue Carmen ghia, and headed off home. Home was a small, but comfortable house, nestled away in a bohemian neighborhood, set back aways from the street. She pulled into the half circle drive, stepped out, and then retrieved her bag from the trunk. It was as she walked up the path, that her nose began to twitch, and her eyes lifted from the ground. A few feet away from her unlit front door, she paused. "Who's there?"

Humans: Not Alone?

Reporter-

"Logic has driven all thoughts of monsters, and myths from our minds, from our every day thinking. Science has long been the backbone of the worlds belief system. Debunking everything from Bigfoot, to the existence of God. That is until now. A man, calling himself 'Pruflas' is now urging us to look into the past, to examine the stories of our ancestors. To find the truth in those once believed tall tales. For you see, Pruflas claims to be a three thousand year old Demon, and by his own account, he isn't alone. We go now, live, to Amsterdam, where Pruflas is planning to announce to the world, the existence of the Supernatural. "

Pruflas-
"First, I would like to thank everyone who has taken the time to come, and hear me speak this evening. At this time, I will not be taking questions, this is simply a statement. My intention is not to offend anyone, but... you have all been wrong. You apply human science to everything, but not everything is of a human nature. There are things that lie well beyond your realm of explanation, and quite frankly, they always will. For they have been present in this world, for longer than your earliest ancestors. God does exist, but not in the way religion has depicted him. The Devil, he is real as well, and they are in fact very similar in nature. Cut from the same cloth, but they long ago decided to use their gifts in profoundly different ways. Nephilim, that is their race. The first race to ever occupy this world, giant, immortal, and more powerful than you could ever imagine. However, God is not the God of your scripture, he did not create man. He did not create any of the other races, he, along with the Seraph, and we Demons have simply helped to shape, and mold those who come to reside on this planet." For a moment, he pauses, waiting for the crowd to still once more, as chants begin to erupt from the crowd.

"I will not stand here, and expose all supernaturals, that would take far too long, and I believe your patience would run thin. However, Demons, Seraph, Vampires, Weres, Fae, Elves, and Shape Shifters are among the most common occupants of the supernatural world. We run ramped, right under your noses. We hide, for the simple reason that we would never be understood, nor appreciated, as we appreciate your kind. We live in fear, but I feel that now is the time to begin building a relationship with the human race. So that one day, we might all live together in peace, as our kind did centuries ago. Once more, we will live side by side, as we were always meant to." Again the crowd began to stir, so many disbelieving faces starring up at him, Pru knew that he would have to offer more proof. The demon standing before them was no idiot, he knew he would have to make a real display now. "Ah, you are not easily convinced, but please, allow me the chance to prove himself..." Stepping away from the microphones, he walked to the edge of the platform, all cameras were on him. Before their eyes, his appearance shifted, from the handsome buzz headed man, to a taller, fuller man, with think brunette hair, peppered with gray, and sporting a full beard. The reporters all gasped, there was a general intake of breath all around them. Smiling, Pru reached down, and unbuttoned his coat, before returning to stand before the wall of microphones. "Now I pity those watching from their homes, they will all think that what they have witnessed was nothing more than CGI. Those of you present, you have witnessed something truly magical... shall we continue the fun? Among us, there are more of my kind. I urge you now, brothers, and sisters... join me, show yourselves!" For a long moment, there was nothing but silence, the humans all waiting on baited breath for something more to happen.

There was a great rush of wind, the sound of fluttering, of wings, and a figure rose into the air. Cameras spun away from Pruflas, aiming up towards the figure, as it soared over the distance, before landing on the platform near the demon. A man, wings scaled, and shimmering in the flash lights, he moved forward, and shook Pru's hand. A demon as well, made obvious as his wings lowered, and turned to smoke. The place lit up, as more figures began moving towards the stage, though, it wasn't as obvious what they might have been, no one present was questioning them. Vampires, demons, and faes alike. All standing together on display, like movie stars meeting their fans. An undoubtedly surreal moment for all of them. This was just the start, the begging. What would follow, he couldn't predict, but Pru was very much looking forward to the take over, regaining the upper hand, and doing so with the humans thinking it was their idea. It would so easy now that they were out in the open once more.

Reporter-
".... like so many of you, we here in New York are left speechless..."

Who: Callum and Juniper, with a touch of Joslyn
What: They once said 'I love you'
Where: A human club
When: Night


A nightclub, on a Friday evening, a group of friends, and a cold drink taking up residence in your hand. This is the perfect night, right? There isn't anything you would change. Not the setting, not the company, not the top shelf liquor, and most certainly not the new shoes you'd bought earlier in the week. The shoes were hurting her feet, but not because they were new, or because they were heeled, or even because she had been paraded all around the club in them. They hurt, simply because her feet were aching, no matter how she laid them. Spending excess hours in toe shoes would do that to a person, but it was a requirement of her new role in the companies ballet. The lead. The first starring part she had had, in the whole span of her time there. It couldn't have come at a worse time, but, it was the only thing that seemed to be going right in her life, so she wasn't going to complain, not when she knew her instructor was viscous enough to recast, just out of spite. Jun had worked far too hard for that to happen, especially when it was growing closer, and closer to the show. Still, her feet hurt, her drink hadn't been mixed as perfectly as she would have liked, and the company was still foreign, even if she had known them for years. That same bond wasn't there, not like it had been with Eden, or Callum, or even Shannon. But where were they now? Far out of the picture, that's where.

So, it wasn't completely true, she would catch glimpses of Eden in the house every once in a while, but it didn't seem as though they had much to say to one another. Jun hadn't been able to simply run away, as she normally did when things got rough, she was ashamed of what she had done, of herself, and that kept her away from those she cared most for. That, and the belief that they likely didn't wish to speak to her, and for that she wouldn't blame them. Them being not only Eden, but Cal. After the night Shannon had been taken, they had stopped speaking, and so the relationship they officially started such a short time before ended. Crashed, and burned, before it even got up off the ground. Who was this girl, the one who normally bounced back from relationships, as though it was nothing, sitting here still in mourning. It hadn't mattered that she kept repeating in her own head that it wouldn't last, that it would end like all the others had. It was still a huge disappointment that it had. For once, just once, it would have been nice to be wrong. Especially with Cal, everything had seemed so perfectly suited for the two of them, and they'd been happy, he had been happy, it had been a huge contrast to how he had been when they first met. Now, she couldn't imagine he wore a face any where near that. Still, it was a face she would have liked to see again, if she didn't think he'd tell her to fuck right off.... she missed him.

"Sorry, what?" It was impossible to tell who was speaking to how in their booth. So many dancers crammed into the circular couch, all talking at the same time, all shifting their drinks around in their hands, the ice clinking against the glass. "I said are you ready for next month? You've been working really hard lately, I've never seen you so dedicated." "Well, she is single now, she has spare energy." There were a few laughs among the group, and Jun was able to muster a weak smile. "I'll be ready in a month, won't claim to be before then, because fuck knows I could use some improvement. We all could, right?" There wasn't a person there that couldn't benefit from some fine tuning, but her comment hadn't been well received, as many of her friends looked down, and focused on their drinks. "I need a topper," Okay, so no she didn't, but she did need a reason to get up, and walk away from that table for a minute. Moving to the bar, she flagged down the tender, the one who pretended to speak very little English, but she knew better. "Okay, so, I'd like this refreshed, and this time, more gin, and less ice. It waters it down, and makes it taste like shit. No no, don't argue, just do as I say like a good boy, and don't pretend you can't understand me." Before he moved away, she reached out, and caught his arm, "Also, if you spit in it, or do anything else to taint the drink, I'll be wearing your nuts for earrings, got me?" To make sure he understood her threat, she gave his arm a sharp squeeze, one holding strength that shouldn't have belonged to her a pretty little human. It seemed to click then, the man nodded, and moved off to prepare her drink. "Where do they find these shitty ass bartenders?"

Who: Shannon/Eden, Callum/Juniper....Viv/Jaida, Vallis?
What: What seems to be just another night out...
Where: The mansion, then perhaps a nightclub
When: Late...of course

“Fuck, I’m so glad we’re just going to the pub and not another one of Vivian’s fucked up clubs,” Cal sighed, pushing open the door from their shared bathroom into Shannon’s room, leaning against the frame with a sigh. “Not that those places are fucking great, they are, but they’re weird as shit.” Sometimes a man just wanted to go sit and have a pint with his brother and a beautiful girl – tonight Callum would get to do just that. Ever since Eden had taken them to a little hole in the wall downtown, the group had taken to spending a low key night there every now and then. It was a nice change from their usual drinking nights: they all tended to wear jeans, everyone seemed more at ease, it was just….simpler. Given how fucked up his life had become in the past year, could anyone really blame him for wanting a few hours of what felt like a good, old fashioned, normal night? “I told the girls we’d meet them out front at 10….so I figure they’ll be there by 10:30,” Cal chuckled, “not that they won’t make the wait fucking worth it.” He took a few steps into Shannon’s room, hopping up to park himself on the top of the low dresser against the wall, “You almost ready, you bloody poof? If you’re need to make yourself pretty makes us later than Jun and Eden, we’ll never hear the fucking end of it.” He couldn’t help but give his brother a hard time – it was what they did, it was how they worked. It was this strange back and forth rhythm that Callum actually really liked; it made him feel settled and normal and bonded. He liked it.

Once Shannon assured him that he was set, that he’d gathered up everything he needed for the night, Cal hopped off of his dresser and lead the way out into the hall. Once they’d both locked their rooms up tight, the duo made their way to the lift, making the short ride to the houses’ foyer. There was no sign of either of the homeowners’ assistants yet, not that he’d expected there to be. “Let’s go outside and have a smoke, yeah?” Cal was already pulling his pack from his shirt pocket, depositing a slim Benson between his lips as he pushed out the front door to wait just outside the house, head bent downward to meet the flame of his lighter. “So how’s the garage?” he asked Shannon in an exhale, turning to face him, “Still liking it?” They’d both been working more, spending more time with the girl of their choice, but their bond was strong enough to handle a little time apart. Of course, that didn’t mean that Cal didn’t want to catch up a bit while they were alone, to figure out what he might have missed in his brother’s life while they were both off gallivanting, doing their own thing.

“Hey you sexy bitch,” Eden grinned, kicking open Juniper’s door with a flourish, “you like my new boots?” Chuckling, she stepped in, doing a little twirl, “I still wish you could have gone shoe shopping with me. It just wasn’t the same without my partner in crime.” Then again, she certainly didn’t blame the were for wanting to go and spend the evening with Callum instead – the two of them had gotten noticeably closer over the past few months, to the point where there were periods of time when they were inseparable. Clearly there was something truly serious going on between the two of them – neither of them had said anything for sure, but Eden had a feeling that maybe the ‘l’ word had been busted out somewhere along the way. She was going to get the story out of Juniper sooner or later, it was her new mission. “Fuck, you look hot,” she gave Juniper a lengthy once-over, clearly impressed with her choice for the night, “now I feel like a bloody schlub. I hate you a bit right now, I want you to know that.” Alright, so she was just joking, but the girl seriously did know how to put an outfit together. “The boys said they’d meet us outside with a car at 10:00. It’s nearly that now, but they’re so used to us being late it really doesn’t matter.” Besides, they were only trekking downtown to the little pub they’d all come to like well enough, they weren’t heading off to anywhere special. “So,” Eden waited while Juniper finished pulling herself together, leaning back against the wall of the girl’s room, “are you finally going to just bleeding tell me if you and Cal have gone on and busted out the infamous ‘l’ word yet? You do realize that I’m just fucking dying to know, right?” And they were friends – and girls! – they were supposed to share this type of thing.

Who: The Alexander party
What: The start of a holiday
Where: Croatian coast
When: Late, duh.


Why had he gotten it in his head, the Croatia was a cold place? Something like how he had always pictured Russia to be. Covered in snow, at all times of the year. So, you can imagine how less than thrilled he had been, when Vivian announced that it was going to not only be their holiday location, but that the boys were going with them as well. Great, now they were going to be living, breathing happy meals on the go. That had all changed however, when he, and Eden had spoken about it later that night. Not only were the girls going as well, but Croatia couldn't have been farther from how he had pictured it to be. The place was as tropical as Europe could get. So, needless to say when it came time to pack their bags, and do a bit of shopping for the trip, he had been more than game for it. As always, Vivian had spoiled them, given them the chance to purchase whatever they had wanted. Swimsuits for every day of the trip, new shoes, sandals, club attire, general lounging clothes. Though he hated to admit it, if given the chance to leave this place, leave their home, and be a free man, he wasn't sure he would take it. Life was superb right now, better than it had ever been. Shannon didn't feel like a slave, he felt like a spoiled fucking rotten pet, and he was starting to like it. Maybe a bit too much, but where was the harm in that?

Flying had been out of the question, or so Vivian said. Train? No. Drive? Fuck no. Of course, this was going to be a leisurely holiday, no stress at all, and that was accomplished with the help of a very grand, very large yacht. He ought to have known she had one, but, it never struck him that vampires would have much love for sailing. Waters were just not the same at night. Without the sparkling blues, and sun beating down on you, it just didn't hold the same appeal. That hadn't meant they all needed to stick to the vampires sleep schedule. He, Cal, and the girls, they had all been enjoying days out on the deck, swimming in the chilly ocean waters, and coming back aboard to warm up in the hot tub. This was fucking paradise. If he had money like this, he would never leave the boat. This would be his life every day. It was absolutely heaven. "All this fresh air, and here I am, polluting me lungs with this shite." He puffed idly on a cigarette, leaning against the boats railing, once he had tracked Eden down. "Ought to stop this trip, and let my lungs have a taste of what air is meant to be like." Like that would happen, ever. He had been smoking since he was twelve, they were his crutch, and it would be impossible to let them go.

The sun was not her best friend. They could have been enemies, had she not always been completely infatuated with it. Still, Juniper wasn't the sort to practice any sort of masochism, and her laying out in the sun, soaking up the rays with no protection at all, that would be self torture. Her lily white complexion was intact, and even though the sun had set sometime ago, she didn't think it would hurt to apply another coat of sunscreen. Once her legs had been covered, she moved back into the cabin of her room, clad in yet another swimsuit. She couldn't be expected to wear the one she had that morning. No, living in a wet article all day long, and night, that just disgusted her. Reaching up, she pushed her hands through her curled hair, brushing it away from her shoulders, as she moved to her bed, straddling a sprawled out Cal. "So yeah, you look good, and all right now, but I really want a drink... I think you should get that fine ass up, and out of my bed." Good idea, but a bit hard to follow when she was holding his down. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on either side of his head, before leaning down, her hair framing her face like a wild fire. "What am I going to do without you making my drinks tonight? I just know the other bartender is going to blow in comparison. You've spoiled me... and I can't even say that I seduced the drink slinger in this place either."

Who: Wes and Cat
What: Living the rockstar lifestyle
Where: Backstage after Wes' show - Amsterdam
When: Late....or is it early?

No matter how many times she’d seen him play over the years, no matter who else was up there on stage with him, Wes never ceased to amaze her. There were few things in life better than watching someone you cared about do what they love – and there was no doubt in her mind that there were few things he craved more than time under those lights. Sometimes it was strange for her to think that after all this time, she was still the girl waiting for him to finish his set, she was still the one there to cheer him on. They’d certainly had their moments together, been through the worst times and those moments that had been better than she’d ever dreamed, but it was nights like this that made all of that feel like it was light years away. Tonight was meant for letting lose and having fun, for enjoying one anothers' company.

Beyond the stage, the club was packed to the rafters with sweaty, writhing bodies just itching to rock out to what the band was throwing at them. From the moment Wes and his crew had taken the stage, they’d had the audience in the palm of their hands. The lights had dimmed above that sea of people, the air thick with smoke and a whole bevy of illegal substances, and everyone was looking to have a good time. Cat had been running a little bit late, having missed the first song of two of the night, but that tended to be the case when you had to make sure to out-dress every fine young thing that would be eying what was yours for the rest of the night. Besides, it was hard to stay on time when you had a young son to feed and find a babysitter for – something that being on tour all the time didn’t necessarily make easy. Thankfully things managed to come together, as they usually did, and by the time she got to the club, Cat hadn’t missed all that much. The crew knew her well enough by now that she was able to slip right in the back entrance of the club and not have to mess with the security guards watching the front of the place. Shrugging out of her jacket, she tossed it into Wes’ dressing room, running a hand through her hair to settle it into place as she headed out to somewhere she could actually get a glimpse of the stage.

“Hey Cat,” one of the roadies greeted her with a smile and a nod towards the private bar, “you want a drink?” The offer couldn’t have made her more grateful – it had been a long day, alcohol and rock music sounded like the perfect way to end it. “Tequila sounds amazing,” she moved to set her little bag aside, watching as he poured her a shot and slid it over. “How long have they been on?” “’Bout half an hour, didn’t miss too much. They should be breaking in a little bit, cool off before they finish up.” Cat nodded for a moment before raising the little glass to her lips, tossing back the liquor. “One more?” she flashed a smile, “Then I’ll go over and watch.” There was just enough space between the edge of the stage of the crowd could actually see and the curtain that hid everything else that she could get the perfect view of Wes as he played. Tossing back that second shot, she tossed a thankful wink to the roadie and headed over to take in the rest of their set; one of the other guys in the band had a steady girl, one that Cat had gotten to know along the tour route, and she was already in attendance, dancing her heart out a few feet away. “I think I might be crazy, but they sound better than last night,” she admitted with a laugh, yelling to be heard over the driving rhythm as Cat came to join her. “I think you’re right. They look amazing, too.” Even after all these years, her physical attraction to Wes had never faded. If anything, it had only grown. “How’s Felix? Get him settled?” “You know him,” Cat rolled her eyes with a smile, “wants to come watch his dad rock out, not hang with the lame babysitter.” The youngest of she and Wes’ little brood had certainly become a well-known fixture on the tour – he tended to make people notice him. He still had a few years before she was going to let him venture into most of the places the band played.

It wasn’t until the set broke for a few minutes, to give the band time to cool down, that the two women stopped their little back and forth. Leaning over, Cat grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler, offering it up to Wes as he made his way off stage. “Here, hot stuff,” she winked playfully.