A sweet smell invades them. It would’ve been pleasing to his host. Had he been awake But it is naught but absolutely r e p υ ɢ ɴ α ɴ т to the fox.
Perhaps he had seen the leech, once before. A thousand years ago. Such a face is not easily forgotten.
❝ There is no place in this town for your kind, Ⴆʅσσԃʂυƈƙҽɾ. ❞
—-It was meant to sting. She knew as much. Meant tear upon her heart strings with a malice that would seem almost bitter sweet, had she anything for it to claw at. There was naught but a hollow shell of the girl she was once. The one who dreamed of starlight and kissed in the cool breeze. But, she ought not to tarry. For demons awaited no one.
’ And perhaps you are the one to chase me out of it then? ’
He feels like he owes her— not to mention he wants to understand why those amber eyes bother him as much as they do. It’s unnatural. They’re completely, utterly unnatural but he can’t help but comment on how alluring they are.
He almost wants to stare at them until the end of time— that’s his first clue to something amiss. Dean needs to know why this is happening, even if the reasons are muddied by a buzz.
—-She must have turned into an adrenaline junkie overnight. For a silent nod was all that was given, with the company of a smile of course. Who was she to decline his offer, it would look bad had she kept walking, had she done what her mind was telling her to. Of course, Rosalie never really listened to her mind did she. She hadn’t when she was human, it seemed a couple lifetimes hardly changed that fact. ’ If you’re sure you can keep up. who am I to decline a free d r i n k. ’ And perhaps she was just fool hardy. She’d come into a bar she barely knew, run down and beaten. Old blues playing on the jukebox. In over her head she was. But, perhaps she’d hoped to drown. At least she’d feel human.
There’s very little to actually do, now that the curse had been broken. Before, she’d at least had the luxury of paperwork to keep her time occupied, and a son to keep her on her toes. Now, she had no paperwork, and she had no son. She had an empty house, but there was only so much one could do on their own, stuck behind walls because those outside them wanted her dead — or worse. At least they were still afraid of her. Intimidation had always worked in her favour, a means to keep the mindless idiots away and her sanity in tact. On the rare occasion she’ll go out, there’s very few places to actually go. The only reason she chooses the Diner, is because there’s a slim chance she might see her son.
Apparently, that chance would not present itself today.
Still, her appearance in the Diner had amused her, the stiffening of backs and the newfound tension in the air — she may be trying to change but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the fear her ‘loyal’ subjects adopted. How — cute. Her reverie broken by the words of a girl, Regina’s head turns to meet the strangers gaze with her own, and her brow raises as a soft smirk curves her lips.
“Pity it didn’t. I’ll have to try harder next time.”
—-And she laughs. Rose liked this woman already. All the attitude she prided in herself seemed to be mutual in this new addition to the diner. It seemed everyone knew it, considering she couldn’t cut the tension with a knife. Not to mention that all eyes moved to stare at the woman with what looked like nervous exhaustion. Her curiosity had been piqued.
’ I would stay to see that happen. ’
—-She mused with a sip of her coffee and a gentle flip of blonde locks. Two women who commanded attention just with their presence. Of course to her she seemed to be way above her in all but bravado. Though, the smell of her blood made her a little uneasy. It was almost unnatural.
——- Warmongering wraith, she is a predator; a stoic marionette of humanistic origin who witnesses life through various shades of red. Tongue to gluttonous teeth as she slips among the wet, decrepit foliage of this place. Forks. A realm so green and bare that she could have sworn she had been thrust back to days of old. When Kingdoms had been separated justly by insurmountable leagues and the greed-laced sins of hedonistic kings. When royalty and courtly culture had been her game of choice, this supernatural wraith that slips further still. Slinking forth only until the sudden scent of other catches her focus. At which point she stops & reassess. Stoic demeanor run through with a scarlet smile and kindness.
” Is someone there? “
—-She was her own queen, you see. A spitfire goddess in human flesh and heels. Attitude cautious, yet not without a hint of annoyance. This woman was in their territory, and the last time one had come so close to them they threatened her family. So, caution was a given, with hands upon her hips and venom dripping from her tongue. When she spoke she spoke with all the ferocity she could muster.
’ I should be asking you that—- Why are you here? ’
Dean replies, a huff of air escaping his nose in an undignified snort. She makes one of her own and suddenly he doesn’t feel quite as bad for it anymore.
Until he gets a good look at her eyes; unnaturally amber in color. The woman brushes pass him and the hunter knows he needs to follow.
”— Hey.”
He turns, hands up with palms flat. He isn’t as drunk as he smells like but there’s a decent buzz in his veins.
“I completely recommend the bellini here. Thought it was going to be crap but— Bellinis have changed my outlook on life.”
—-And she turns to him then, despite the fact she knew she should have just kept walking, but his tone of voice spoke to her on an odd level and it was hard for her to stop herself. He’s staring, almost as if he was analyzing her, a fact she wasn’t all that comfortable with. Ever since she’d been changed she’d been careful. Calm and collected. Rose would not act suspicious of course. It would set off his alarm.
’ I’ll take your recommendation into consideration. But, I’m more of a martini girl. ’
His phone buzzes and Dean’s almost too tipsy to care. He should, he knows he should but tonight he just wants to forget about the mess that has become his life. He’s here, after all, hitting on the hot chick behind the bar while checking his crappy throw-away phone to cease the annoying buzzing noise that echoes through his entire head. When it refuses to settle the hunter puts enough cash on the bar to pay for his rounds. Sammy’s persistent; he’ll give his brother that.
Standing up and moving out, especially when he was so close to getting her number. What a world. That would prove to be his two biggest challenges of the night.
Of course; it would be the one night he bumped into someone that ticked all his boxes when he was too busy trying to get back to Sammy and this stupid case.
”— Sorry ‘bout that.”
—-Honey golden eyes wouldst stare upon the hardly sober man. Clad in a leather jacket that had seemed to have seen a lot of wear and tear over the years. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol, a given, considering she did just enter a bar of sorts.
’ Mm—- Seems as though you’ve had enough for the both of us. ’
—-A snort before she brushes past him. He smelled of ash and salt. Things she know didn’t mix well together. So, avoiding him all together seemed like the better choice right now. Though, by the looks of it he was just leaving anyways.
Standing at the kitchen counter twiddling his thumbs—for lack of a better word—seemed to take up more of his time than expected since he’d chosen to stay behind while the others had gone out to…wherever it was they’d headed off to. Jasper almost hadn’t realized Rosalie had stayed behind as well until he’d heard his name being called and immediately he recognized the familiar voice and looking up, he answers “Hm?”
’ You didn’t leave with the others either? ’ —-She was mildly surprised, though she knew Jasper, just like her enjoyed the silence most days. Of course with a husband like Emmett and a wife like Alice there was hardly ever a time for calm. Though, she was sort of glad she wasn’t alone in the big house.
—-Perhaps she was insane, coming out in the middle of the day time. Though he life was pretty much about risks anymore. It wasn’t anything knew it was just she was always so cautious, always so observant. However, tonight was a night that she just needed a breather and the best place to do was the sports bar downtown.
—-Rose knew a woman of power when she saw one. And the onyx haired one that had entered the diner with an attitude in her step surely had to be one. Of course it took a lot for the vampire to feel threatened by someone, let alone someone who had human blood– and something a little off– flowing through their veins. However, Rosalie Hale admired women who were strong, more so than vampires.
’ Walk in with a little more oomph and this place might have fallen to the ground. ’
’ Jasper—- ’ —-She spoke softly, the only two in the Cullen house it seemed. She half wondered where the others had gone. But, realizing that she didn’t really care all that much she instead took bugging her fake twin brother. Of course, she’d affectionately call him brother, because he was close to one and being that the two were actually closer than one would think she wouldn’t argue with the title. He always seemed more at peace when in the comfort of their homestead. Perhaps it was the lack of human bodies and a tempting pulse that put him more at ease. She understood.
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