A Nightmare to Forget

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2r73v2q.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me The night was cool and comforting, but it made no difference to the woman sitting on a bench, sketchbook in her lap with a pencil in her hand, drawing away. The features of the woman were uncanny to any beauty some people would have loved to take from her. Her blond hair draped down past her shoulders as it fell onto her back, with it curling at the ends. The sketching was quick and skilled, but it was black and white like the old television sets before color came into the picture. Rowan was taking time to come out and sit in the cemetery to avoid any noise that would disturb her elsewhere. It was empty here but the moans of the ghosts that lurked six feet under and no way of escaping such a grave. It helped her keep her concentration of the drawing, the grave markers were everywhere in the sketch, marking the mausoleum dead head in front of her. Her calm state helped her out a bit. With the past few days being a nightmare of sorts, she felt comfortable enough to be out by herself knowing something wasn't going to come after her without reason for it. She had no reason to believe that Alan Blythe would come after her especially if he had the scare of Xavier on him. Rowan knew better, Alan wouldn't have cared who was in his way, he would still go after what he wanted. And it was her, if she liked it or not. Rowan was taking a risk coming out here, but she didn't want to coupe up inside waiting until he left to come back out to enjoy her life that she had after leaving him. 287 words. Alan Blythe and open are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday He came to New Orleans for a new beginning not tying up loose ends. How could that bastard of a friend fail to tell him that his third wife got away? How? He should have asked more questions about it and asked to see where he had put her body after killing her. No wonder when he set up the deal, his friend couldn't tell him where he placed the body or why he wouldn't tell the authorities, because she wasn't dead. Though she was out of his hair, so it worked for a while. Until he saw her a few nights ago, alive and well. She looked very much like she was still in her teens, hadn't aged a day from the last time he saw her. Oh how he missed her sweet scent and loveable laugh. It brought back wonderful memories of the two. Though it surprised him that she didn't have any children with her. His other wives produced children, did she have one from him? And who was the man she was getting out of the limo with that night? He was curious as to what was going on here and why she was here in the first place. Having walked along the sidewalk until he got to the cemetery, his mood seemed to go sour until he saw what he hadn't quite expected to see just yet. Not so soon either. Had the silver been taken out of her system? Alan would have figured that it would have kept her inside for a bit longer than just a few days. How did she get it out so soon? He was hoping to see her in a bit more pain than what he gave her. "Now what would my lovely bride be doing out here and such a late hour? Shouldn't you get inside to avoid any serial killers that are out roaming around?" he was sly, but he was being an ass at the moment. Oh how he would love to have her back in his life, long enough that he could carry out the deed of killing her himself. He missed her terribly and would love to have her in his arms once more. 368 words. Rowan Amber and open are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[braylar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #488240; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] but what is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me ♠ WORDS: 432 ♠ TAGS Alan, Rowan ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Jen Titus Anger knotted inside her chest like a snake that weaved in and out of itself too many times. Her hands were clenched into fists and her head down, teeth perpetually clenched together as she thought back to that horrendous afternoon at the cemetery. What she was doing lurking there again was beyond her, but she needed to get out of the swamp for a while. . . just a while! Maybe she’d find a grave robber to drown in the pond nearby. . . . Maybe. . . . The sound of a single voice nearby caught her attention and she stopped walking, slowly lifting her head to look in the direction. It was no child, but maybe it would fill her a little more. . . men were just as good as any child. . . especially seeing the expression on their faces when they realized the “fair maiden” they thought they were going to get lucky with was a giant water horse that was going to drown and eat them. . . . The thought brought a smirk to her lips—the only thought that truly ever made her happy. Turning on her heels, Braylar Fawn strode confidently toward the source of the voice. As she got closer, she could make out a man with his back to her, talking to someone on a bench. Even better! I can steal him from some hussy! That always makes life so much more worth living, she thought triumphantly to herself, lifting her head and slowing her pace slightly. To get a better at what her competition was, she stepped slightly to the side and leaned. She caught a glimpse of blonde hair, soft features, slim build. . . . Braylar stopped short and her eyes widened. It was her. The one she had stolen her appearance from, but had been unable to kill or even get to. . . . Her eyes narrowed. Chance, she thought to herself, pausing in her advance to form a plan in the demented little head of hers. Her skin was crawling slightly. . . . Were they not human? She would have to get closer. . . . Get their attention. . . . Her chest puffed out with a hardy breath and she strode forward, steps angry and precise. “Don’t bother talking to that imposter,” she spat, coming to a stop just feet away, hands on her hips and legs spread shoulder-width apart. She didn’t know anything about the woman on the bench who’s face she was wearing, but she was going to try. Confidence oozed from every inch of her being. ♠ NOTES: I be invading yer threads.

[Rowan Amber]

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday He had been ready for this encounter for a while. To get rid of the last wife who made it out scotch free. Tear her away from New Orleans and the friends she made there, and she'd be history. Give her the true death that she deserved. Just by looking at her he could tell she was a vampire. None of his other wives made it past the human stage. He didn't bother biting them into werewolves, but becoming a vampire, now that had been quite interesting. Who was her maker then? Why wasn't he here to save his precious little bundle of joy? "Don't bother talking to thatimposter." Alan turned to someone over on his left. Wait a minute? Rowan had a twin? Which was one which? Well if this one saying that the one drawing was the imposter than he would go for it. Why not? So he would go for the one speaking with the green streak in her hair and toss the other one. "How exactly do I know which one is which? Which one is the real Amethyst. Honestly, I'd like to know. If you know what I did to you a few nights ago at a club on Bourbon Street do tell. I'm dying to know who is the real imposter." Alan smirked as he looked at each of these lovely ladies in turn. Why go for just one? Why not take both of them out? Alan liked the idea of never having to see Amethyst again. It would bring him such thrill and joy to know that he wasn't chasing a ghost anymore that looked perfectly real and healthy. Now he would have to step up his game and make sure he got the real one to step up to him so he could take them away and murder them, dumping their body off somewhere for the police of New Orleans to find and claim it on as a homicide and then bring in more bodies by the same work, bringing in an expert to call it a serial killer's work of art. Oh how he was going to love this night. It would bring such joy and excitement to his life then he ever had. 371 words. Rowan and Braylar are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[braylar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #488240; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] but what is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me ♠ WORDS: 347 ♠ TAGS Alan, Rowan ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Jen Titus Braylar snorted and turned her head to the side. There was only word for the kind of person the other her came off to be—a patsy. Some wimpy little chickadee who wanted to scurry under a rock. She said nothing and just stared. . . . Doe-eyed and confused. Step up to the bat, dearie, you’re not a human, don’t act like it, the Kelpie thought to herself, looking over the woman with an expression of contempt. Her attention snapped back to the werewolf and her inner horse nickered at his attitude. The way he held himself, the way he talked down on her. . . . Her inner horse pawed at the ground, ready to charge and trample him. Even now, as she realized neither one of them was human, she stood tall and unafraid. She was a kelpie, after all. . . she might have been part of the fae family but she certainly would not be a pushover and he would understand that soon enough. I’ve never eaten wolf before, she muttered, staring him down with just as much contempt. A hand came to her shoulder and she flipped her blonde hair back over her back so it wouldn’t get in her face. The ends slapped wetly against her shirt. “And why on Earth would I need to tell you that? What on Earth makes you think I would wan’t to tell you? Give you an opportunity to bask in your own self-righteous smugness? I think not you flea-bitten mutt!” she snarled at him. “I’m no longer going to be your plaything!” Braylar didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but it seemed easy enough to play along. She was being herself in this situation instead of playing her usual façade of innocence and submissiveness. Braylar didn’t know how well it was going to work, but at this point she didn’t really have a plan, anyway. Just get the werewolf away from the vampire and onto her own personal menu. . . . The one thing she had going for her—hardly anyone knew what a Kelpie was. ♠ NOTES: Lol how can he want to be with her and want to kill her at the same time? >3>

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2r73v2q.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me "How exactly do I know which one is which? Which one is the real Amethyst. Honestly, I'd like to know. If you know what I did to you a few nights ago at a club on Bourbon Street do tell. I'm dying to know who is the real imposter." Rowan would have opened her mouth to say that it was Amethyst carved into her back with silver to keep it from healing over, but the other woman beat her to the bat with something of her own. "And why on Earth would I need to tell you that? What on Earth makes you think I would want to tell you? Give you an opportunity to bask in your own self-righteous smugness? I think not you flea-bitten mutt! I'm no longer going to be your plaything!" Rowan watched as the woman snarled at him. That was quite surprising. Usually no one snarled at him unless it was one of his drunken friends who helped him out here and there. "You don't have your friends with you to carry out the dirty work for you? Because obviously you would never get your own hands dirty. Especially when it comes to killing people who find out about your drug dealing," Rowan's voice was cold and clear, but it wouldn't stop her from trying to get him to go after the other woman. Who obviously was not human. Nor anything she knew of. Would Alan figure that out? Most likely not. The man was an idiot. "Does it really concern you that's she mocking you? Were we ever really your play things?" Rowan asked sounding a bit more confident that she could get away scotch free once more. It was only a matter of time before things got heated between the three. 295 words. Alan and Braylar are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday Alan watched each of the women in turn, starting with the one who appeared shortly after he came into the cemetery to talk to the one on the bench drawing. They both looked the same, nothing amiss of them minus their hair and the things added to it. It amused him that one was answering his questions, but the other wasn't. Which only meant that the one not answering was the real Amethyst. The one he wanted for himself and no one else. "Let's see, Amethyst do you like that scar that's permanently scarred onto you for life. Even through the years when you will never change appearance that scar will still be there? How did your sire handle that? The old man, that is your sire right? What is he, some perverted man looking for someone to keep him happy at night while the two of you roam around the city causing havoc? I'm impressed, you of all people would do that. I mean after all, you did kill a man when I first met you." he was speaking to the one standing near the bench. Turning to face the other one, he could only look at her before he spoke, "Now, who are you to her? Her twin sister? From my record gathering, she had no twin sister. So what are you, you devil!" Alan seemed to be annoyed with this one, telling him to back off because she wouldn't give in to him and tell him what was scarred permanently on the back of the real Amethyst. "You don't have your friends with you to carry out the dirty work for you? Because obviously you would never get your own hands dirty. Especially when it comes to killing people who find out about your drug dealing." "Oh, my darling dear, haven't you heard? They're in jail now, sent there after they were charged with killing for twenty people. And what drug dealing, my love?" He was getting tired of all this talking. He wanted to get to the point of just killing them both. Let it go off on a good note and kill the both of them before things got out of hand and he was the one trying to cover his ass while the police showed up to find out what happened. He burst into a run toward the Amethyst near the bench, tackled her to the ground to make sure she was stuck while he injected liquid silver into her system to slow her down. He would move onto the other one after he made sure, this one wasn't going anywhere any time soon. 436 words. Rowan and Braylar are starring. St. Louis is the location.

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[braylar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #488240; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] but what is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me ♠ WORDS: 482 ♠ TAGS Alan, Rowan ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Jen Titus The other her finally seemed to speak up and Braylar smirked slightly. I take back my former thoughts, dearie, she thought, shifting her weight to the other foot. Things seemed not to go in her favor much longer, though. Meh. . . I guess I lasted as long as I could, Braylar thought indifferently as her ploy seem to sink like a brick. She hadn’t expected it to work as long as it had gone on already, so either the werewolf was just a mindless beast with little no brains or she was just that good of an actress! She liked to think that it was the latter rather than the former. Braylar set her hands on her waist and let out an annoyed huff before waving her hand in the direction of the other girl. “Honestly I don’t even know her I just saw her on the street and thought she looked pretty and thought ‘hey, I can pull that look off better than she could’ and so I stole her appearance,” she muttered truthfully, seeing no reason to hide herself in front of these other beings. In front of a human she would have pulled out some nonsense about doppelgangers. Far too much effort at the moment, though. Not when both of them probably were already aware that she wasn’t human. Her lips turned upward into a smirk as she imagined the things they thought she was. “Devil?” she repeated incredulously before snapping back with a come-back. “Who calls people that? Geez what time era were you born in?” Her eyes rolled inside her sockets and she nonchalantly flipped her hair over her shoulder as if she hadn’t a care in the world. The Kelpie hardly batted an eyelash as the man launched himself at the other her—apparently her name was Amethyst or something. A decent name, she had to give the girl that. The hand by her shoulder fell to hang limply at her side and she cocked an eyebrow. “You’re quite the violent one, aren’t you? Though people cracked out on drugs tend to be. . . ,” she muttered, lifting her hand again to examine her nails. Why should she care what happened to the girl? There naturally should only be one person running around with the same face anyway, after all. Grunting noncommittally, she gave the man a contemptuous glare and leaned forward, clasping her hands together and cocking her head to the side. “Oh me, oh my. . . . Are you going to come after me, now? How terribly frightened I am! Oh please spare me, yaddya yaddya yaddya,” she muttered, straightening her back and looking sideways at the man. She had confidence in her own abilities, and she had a pretty little ace up her sleeves in any case. . . . And if he attacked, that would just put him at a disadvantage. . . . Huhuhu, she chuckled inwardly. ♠ NOTES: I think this is going to be fun. :U

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2r73v2q.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me Rowan hadn't been expecting much of a comeback from Alan. She figured he would just blow her off and go onto the other woman. It was usually what he did during the years they were together. He would go off somewhere else to cool off. It was surprising to see that he had turned his friends in to the authorities while he was out running around like nothing happened. "Now, who are you to her? Her twin sister? From my record gathering, she had no twin sister. So what are you devil!" Rowan was taken for surprise that he would go to that level of a tone to speak to someone he didn't know. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was freaking out and needed time to process everything over. It didn't surprise her that he would call someone the devil. He had his way of calling people weird names because he was angry. "Drug dealing you did on the side. Sold drugs to idiots who crossed the borders back and forth. From Canada to Mexico to all over the world just so you could get some money. You think I'm some dumb broad? Yeah, whatever think again." Rowan couldn't obviously see what was going to happen next. She knew Alan had a temper and a bad one at that, but the fact that he tacked her to the ground surprised her even more. Struggling to get him off, she dug her nails into his neck, clawing at the skin until it started to bleed. She felt something get jabbed into her arm, and pulled out quickly after a liquid was injected into her blood stream. Rowan couldn't say much at first, the pain and tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at him. The monster injected silver into her system to poison her. Of all things, she just had silver removed from the last time he put some into her blood stream. Now he was trying to kill her? Turning on her side, she tried to find her footing to stand up, but it completely hopeless as she dropped back to the ground. "Whoever you are. Even if you have my appearance. I hope you bloody hell kill him, before the Master of the City gets his hands on him," Rowan snarled at the woman hoping she would do just that before Rowan found a way to get back at the man she never wanted to see in her life again. 414 words. Alan and Bryalar are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday Oh Alan, was going to have fun tonight. He couldn't wait until his third wife was dead and the other one was on her way to the depths of hell. Basically the same thing, but he didn't seem to care as he looked down at the vampire who tried to get up to fight him. Looking at her weak form, Alan could only laugh. "Amethyst. Why do you even try? You know you'll never get anywhere and there's no one here that's going to rescue you," turning to look at the other woman, "You wouldn't save her from death, would you?" "What time era I'm from? This era. I'm not old like the Master of the City." Alan was quick to state he was not older than dirt, nor did he care to be older than dirt. It seemed stupid that she would think of him from a different time era just by the way he spoke. Was there something wrong with the words he used? He didn't think much as he turned his attention back to the Amethyst on the ground. He would haul her somewhere to be stored until he could find her later to give her the proper death after she was weaken a bit more due to the silver running through her veins. "You're quite the violent one, aren't you? Though people cracked out on drugs tend to be..." "Oh no. I don't use the drugs. Its just a simpler way of making money come in," Alan wasn't scared to tell his secrets, none of these women would ever be alive to tell the police once he was done. Especially with the vampire one. "Oh me, oh my... Are you going to come after me, now? How terribly frightened I am! Oh please spare me, yaddya yaddya yaddya." Alan liked the sarcastic response he got from the other one. Made his life seem a bit better than just trying to kill people that got in the way. "And why would I come after you? What are you anyways? You look so thrilled to be here. Obviously there was a reason to go and take my Amethyst's appearance. She's a beauty isn't she?" Alan asked looking at Rowan cringe in pain on the grass. Ignoring the woman for a few minutes would be the greatest thing he ever had as he went over to Rowan. Picking her up, he would take her to one of those very beautiful tombs that housed a few dead bodies or at least one that the family who buried it thought it was nice to remember their loved one. He had came here earlier to see which one would open and be able to get locked up easier than the others. He didn't actually think Amethyst would have came here to draw them. He could see her wriggling to get out of his grasp, but his grasp was tight and secured. Pushing open the door of the building he threw her in, hoping she hit the coffin that sat in the middle of the room. Turned around and walked back out closing the door, while putting a lock on it to make sure she didn't get out. Returning to the other woman, who he had no idea who or what she was, seemed curious enough to meet her. "Now, where were we? I'm sure I just fixed your problem of having a duplicate running around. Now tell me, what's your name and what exactly are you?" 578 words. Rowan and Braylar are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[braylar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #488240; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] but what is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me ♠ WORDS: 474 ♠ TAGS Alan, Rowan ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Jen Titus Braylar rolled her eyes and gave the man an incredulous look, one hand on her hip. “Oh please that’s what they all say. . . . I didn’t know wolves could get roid rage like humans could,” she muttered, looking away and toward the lake. Her skin felt terribly dry out of the water and she wanted nothing more than to take a dive. . . but she couldn’t do that. Not until she had a passenger. Her attention turned toward the other her, on the ground and squirming with pain. Braylar hadn’t the slightest clue what the man had done to her but it seemed that it was quite painful. Her bored expression hardened into a cheeky grin and she half-turned her body toward the girl, lifting a hand to twirl her blonde hair around a finger. “Why, dearier, that was the plan right from the get-go.” Looking away from her, she set her sights on the wolf. “I’ve never eaten wolf before.” She hardly regarded his assurance that he wasn’t going to come after her as anything but a lie, an attempt to placate such a sarcastic comment. “Oh don’t belittle me with your lies. Your charming demeanor and comforting words are nothing but the hiss of a snake,” she retorted with another roll of her eyes. She waved a hand in the direction of the other her on the ground. “Especially after what you’ve done to. . . this lady. Whom, by the way, I have no ties to so why would I wish to save her from death? Now doing you in will of course have that as a result. . . but I’m not doing it for her.” Holding her arm around her just under her ribs, she examined her blackened nails while he dumped the poor vampire lady in some crypt, probably to deal with later. I suppose it’s true that vampires and werewolves don’t really get along. . . can’t imagine why, though. . . , she thought idly to herself. Her gaze moved up from her nails to rest on the man’s face as he returned to her side. She glanced him over appraisingly and let both of her hands fall to her sides limply, head cocked ever so slightly. “Me? Well I won’t tell you my name. . . but I will tell you what I am,” she responded mysteriously, taking a swaggered step toward him. “I’m a horse. . . just a pretty pony, that’s all. Perhaps you would like to take a ride? I’m the fastest horse you’ll find.” Smiling, Braylar turned away from him and took a few tantalizing steps away from him before looking over her shoulder at him, tossing a charming smile his way. “What do you say? Not often a man gets to a ride a unicorn as fine as me.” Unicorn indeed! Braylar snorted inwardly. ♠ NOTES: She's having too much fun messing with him.

[Rowan Amber]

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[Alan Blythe]

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[braylar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #488240; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] but what is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me ♠ WORDS: 296 ♠ TAGS Alan, Rowan ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Jen Titus Ho damn the boy doesn’t seem to care that I want to kill him! Or perhaps he doesn’t realize it, Braylar thought curiously, head cocked to the side. He’d just asked to see her pretty little unicorn form, and that just seemed. . . odd to the kelpie. Well no matter. Makes it easier for me! She danced slightly away from him, spinning on her heels, arms spinning out around her. “I’ll show you. . . but first you have to understand some things about unicorns,” she chided, lifting a finger to insist that he wait a moment, always backing up slightly, leading him gently toward the place she wanted him to be. “They’re not all like they are in lore, you know. . . romanticized and pure of heart. . . only coming for to virgin maidens and the like. . . .” Braylar stopped moving for a second and glanced at the little building the man had left the vampire in. If she killed –or even just chased the werewolf off—she would have to decide if she wanted to let the vampire out or not. Of course, if she was any sort of vampire she would have been able to bust out on her own. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed when you don’t see a pretty white pony,” she elaborated, cocking her head to the side. Of course a white pony with a horn would have been easy enough to glamour into life, but it would be slightly less believable if she just let her black show through and conjured up a fake horn out of moonlight and dew. “And are you sure you can handle seeing a unicorn?” Unicorns shouldn’t so easily give up their true form. . . . I’ll stall a little longer. ♠ NOTES: Sorry for the length and the wait. A new term started at school and I've been having internet troubles. I'm sorry for the length.