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The Monster That Lived Under My Bed || Charlotte & Dean (closed)
Booty dancing on the street was probably not recommended. Especially not when wearing a skirt that was about two sizes to big and barely hanging onto her hips.But sheād been jamming to the ipod sheād stolen from some girl sitting on a bench who was studying from some text book like a smarty-butt. She hadnāt been listening to it, and it had fallen on the ground, so that meant it was fair game, yes? Didnāt matter that it had that girlās name engraved on it. Charlotte probably would have spit in her face anyway. It was fun to watch people get all grossed out.
But the booty dancing in the street had ended with the skirt on the asphalt and her bright green panties shining in the moonlight. That had been her cue to gather her skirt up, hold it around her waist and skip across the street, humming along to the Katy Perry song sheād just lost her skirt too.
Sheād been headed to the park - specifically the playground. Sheād seen Dean a few times since heād been in town, but sheād found (in her knapsack of shit sheād stolen from her childhood home) a polaroid sheād snapped of herself laying next to Dean during the day while he was asleep. Sheād been five or six at the time, and heād been her very, very best friend. You could tell in the way her smile lit up the whole polaroid. The other one she had was them together when he was actually awake. Sheād somehow or other gotten him to smile (sheād been very disappointed when she found he couldnāt be tickled). But Charlotte had spent all the years heād been gone smiling at that picture of her in his arms, both of them smiling.
She hadnāt cared that he was a vampire, or that he was older than her (like way older than her). Heād been her best friend, and theyād laughed and had wonderful adventures. And she was so glad that he was back in town so that fun could start again.
"Dean!" she called out once she got to the playground, "Deaaaaaan!" She dropped her little bag of stuff and climbed up the ladder onto the playground and crawled over to where the tunnel was, laying down so her head was just next to his, "Hey vampy. Eaten yet? Guess not. Itās just now sundown. You know you could live in my tent if you want. We could probably dig you a lil place to go to ground. Oh! I brought you something! Youāll love it."
When Dean made the not so wise decision of settling in Oxford he wasn't exactly sure what he had been looking for. Maybe it was meant to be another pit stop and/or crime scene. Maybe he was finally tired of going from place to place and causing havoc or maybe it was just finally time to settle down. These were probably the most serious series of questions Dean Wesley had asked himself in years. Given that, it was pretty obvious that the vampire still had no idea what the fuck he was doing in a place like this.
And then he heard a familiar voice call his name and ohĀ ā well that was definitely a pro to his half assed decision to call Oxford home for the time being.
"In here!" the vampire called out from where he was laying inside the large tunnel. Dean wasn't exactly sure what it was that he liked so much about parks ā Ā maybe it had to do with his fucked up childhood? Or the kick he got out of scaring children? No, it probably had to do with the fact that he'd met his two favorite people while sleeping at the local park. Not that he'd ever admit it though, Dean wasn't the sentimental type.
"No," he replied almost saddened, turning his head slightly so that he was looking at Charlotte. She was so pretty. And she smelled great. Dean was actually impressed with himself for not having fed from the brunette yet ā even though she had offered herself up in the past. It was strange, really. There was a part of the vampire that wanted to act on instinct and feed from the human but he also wanted to shield her from other vampires.
These feelings were a weird thing.
"Not if you want to keep that dog alive," he grumbled, wrinkling his nose as he caught the slight scent of wolf on her. Dean hated werewolves. The fact that he accidentally befriended one was still an embarrassing thought. "Wait, you brought me something?" he asked, staring at Lottie with wide eyes now.
test my patience | dean & dee (ft. hugo)
Dee had found Deanās scent relatively quickly upon making it into Oxford ā and the plus side was that she had found a meal as well! The tall, lanky idiot had been in an alley outside of a set of apartments, sitting on a trash can, munching on a sub sandwich. He kept looking around like a guppy, as though he was looking or waiting for someone, so Dee knew she needed to be quick. Maybe she would even leave a little left for her brother ā after all, it was the season of giving, even if Dee didnāt usually celebrate Christmas. Gift exchanges usually came in the form of severed body parts. Dee waited until he finished his sandwich and pulled out his phone, making himself busy to all other distractions before she zipped up behind him, wrapped an arm around his throat, and promptly licked his face. Usually her assailants would give a little shriek and attempt to run away from her at this point, but all the boy did was ā laugh?? āHello to you, too,ā she heard him hum. Did he think she was someone else??? Dee growled lowly, moving to wrap her fingers around his throat instead. The sooner she snapped this idiotās throat, the better. It was that exact moment that her dearest twin had rounded the corner, causing her to pause. Perfect! They could kill him together! Laugh about it over a nice dinner. "Dean!" she gasped gleefully, almost the exact same time the boy she had in her hands let out a confused "Dean-o?" which only served to confuse the shit out of Dee even more. Dee narrowed her eyes from her kill objective to her brother, back to the boy in her hands. āDeanie weenie, you know this thing?ā she rose a brow, giving the boyās hair a sharp tug before asking a simple: āā¦Why?ā
After their fifteen minute long goodbye embrace, Claire had finally been forced to let Dean go. The werewolf was having dinner with her parents, much to her dismay, and normally would have been Deans had he not been reunited with his other best friend. The vampire had yet to mention to Claire that he would no longer be spending his every moment with her because there was someone else ā and they had a lot of time to make up.
Dean had reached Hugos apartment in record time; he couldn't help it, he was excited to be spending the evening with Hugo. That excitement was replaced by sheer panic when the vampire saw a confused Hugo sitting with his half eaten sandwich and Deanna practically on his back, her hand on his throat. "Dee? What are you- be careful with him!" his voice getting higher when he saw his twin tug on the brunettes hair.
This was terrible. Dee was going to eat Hugo!
Within seconds Dean was by his twins side and carefully put his hands on hers. "Dee, this is my friend! Remember my little buddy, the one I went to the diner with? I told you all about him!" he pointed out, growing rather annoyed when his sister continued to stare blankly at him. Dean growled. "Let him go, Deanna. You can't eat him. He's off limits."
Dean was going to have to public address that this human was off limits to all other supernaturals. Again.
He waited until Dee slowly loosened her grip on the boy before moving between the two. He pulled Hugo to his feet causing the boy to drop his food. "Are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" he asked, his bright blue eyes filled with concern for once.
No Rest fo the Wicked || Claire & Dean
Deans stay in Oxford was almost peaceful (heād managed to stay under the radar despite the random murders and mutilations around town) considering the fact that he wasā¦well, Dean. Aside from creating yet another progeny, the vampires stay in the small town was turning out to be rather delightful. The high light of this little vacation was, hand down, running into Hugo Stirling again. Deans little buddy was all grown up now. Heād turned into a handsome and driven young man, earning all the more adoration from the vampire. And then of course, there were the Belfronts.
After a brief encounter at the local jail, Dean wouldnāt shake Claire Belfront. And while he may have had a habit of killing any wolf within five feet of him, Dean had grown fond of Claire. Sort of. A little. He may have been spending everyday with her, following her around and even letting her boss him around but that didnāt mean he liked her. So what if she had bought him that hat? That stupid hat which he was currently wearing as he sat on the front steps of Claireās parents house. He let out another growl. Heād been waiting out there for nearly an hour as Claire continued to get ready for whatever the hell it was they were going to do.
Completely out of character tonight, Dean was in a foul mood. Saying heād had a rough day was an understatement. And he blamed Claire for it. Yesterday had been their first official day apart since meeting and it all went to hell. What shouldāve been a great reunion with his twin sister turned out to be disastrous when he caught his other half trying to eat his other other half. Needless to say it caused a little tension between the three.
"By the time you come out here itās going to be sunrise!" he yelled, causing the elderly couple walking their dog to jump in surprise as they passed the house. The sun had literally set an hour ago.Ā
Dean blamed Claire Belfront for the current lack of structure in his life.
Claire knew he was outside. She could smell that little shit from a mile away ā not that he smelled or anything bad, she had just gotten so used to everything Dean Wesley that it was just second nature at that point. She liked Dean Wesley. She even liked him when he was annoying, which he was currently being, because for someone who would live for-fucking-ever he didnāt really have a whole lot of patience.Ā "Claaaaire," she heard her motherās irritated voice from down the hall. "YourĀ friend is scaring the neighbors.ā Her parents hated Dean. In their defense, there wasnāt a lot of people who didnāt hate Dean, but Claire had once brought home a kitten with only half of an ear and he attacked everyone who walked by and he was missing patches of fur and he had once tried to commit suicide by jumping out of her bedroom window on the second story ā so people just expected her to bring home terrible things at this point. Case in point⦠Claire sighed, shoving a black beanie atop her own head before sliding on a coat and some mittens and crawling out of her window, over the small ledge of the roof, over the awning before jumping down on the steps behind him ā ā and promptly leaning over, opening her mouth wide as she bit down on the top of his yellow-beanied head. āYouād wait for me til sunrise, Deany,ā Claire spoke matter-of-factly, pulling away and wiping some drool off of her mouth with the back of her mitten before punching him in the back of the head and standing beside him. Then, she smiled sweetly. āI missed you,ā Claire cooed, even though it had only been like 48 hours since the last time she had seen his stupid sunshine face/beanie. āWant to go race across the pond to see who falls through the ice first? Hide up on top of the bar and throw snowballs down at people?ā You know, normal best friend stuff.Ā
If Claire had arrived three seconds later the vampire probably would have wandered off and eaten that squirrel he'd been eyeing for the past twenty minutes....followed by leaving the remains on her neighbors porch.Ā Dean made a face as lady in waiting finally made her grand appearance, the yellow beanie falling forward slightly over his eyes before she hit him in the head. This had actually been a pretty tame reunion considering they hadn't been apart for more than 48 hours since they'd met.
One second he was sitting and the next he was standing at the bottom of the steps looking up at Claire. "I told you I'm not staying out that late again," he muttered while fixing his dumb yellow beanie. It was then that the vampire finally got a chance to properly examine his friend who was decked out in Winter appropriate gear while he stood in old jeans and a gray pullover sweater he had taken from Hugo (it even still smelled like him). "Don't you people run hot?" he asked, curiously poking Claire's mitten.
Werewolves were weird. Belfronts were even weirder.Ā
Dean was silent for a moment, a pensive look on his face. "A lot happened while you were gone," he finally spoke, almost sounding saddened and as if they had been separated for weeks rather than a few hours. "And on top of that I haven't eaten...because I came straight here once the sun set." He sounded annoyed. If was Dean wasn't Dean he would probably say he had been miserable during the time away from her. But because he was a piece of shit, Dean was blaming Claire for his rough day.
In a sense it was his way of saying he missed her too.
Letting out a breath of frustration, the vampire turned around knowing by now that Claire was going to demand a piggy back ride. Dean had put up a fight the first few times it happened until Claire pointed out that piggy back rides were part of every day best friend stuff. "I don't care as long as I get to eat." Weirdly enough, he didn't entirely mind following Claire's lead. "If not I'm going to snack on you," he added, glancing back at her with a serious expression on his face. He meant it too. Dean had come pretty close to actually eating Claire once or twice before ā she was depriving him of his meal time so what choice did he have?

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Ā #arguments could be made that this is slightly flirtatious but a) obviously b/c they are twinsĀ Ā Ā #and b) allow them to point you in the direction of the belfront tripletsĀ Ā Ā #**the belfronts in general
Reunited (and it feels so good) || Hugo & Dean
Dean sat comfortable on one of the countless benches in the middle of town square, his blue eyes roaming the crowds of passing people. He took another bite of his pink cotton candy as he eyed a woman yelling loudly on her cellphone as she walked by. The looked delicious. TruBlood was unfulfilling and while Dean couldnāt actually digest cotton candy he really did like the way the stuff melted in his mouth. Heād been addicted to the thing ever since Poppy had dragged him along to the town fair a couple months ago.
Cotton candy was seriously the high light of this dump of a town.
A saddened expression made itās way onto the vampires face as he realized he was down to the last few bites of his precious dinner. Claire was supposed to have shown up an hour ago so they could do whatever it was they did, which thankfully included actually dinner for Dean and maybe a squirrel for Claire if she was in wolf form. Letting out an annoyed breath as he finished the last of his cotton candy, scratching his head through the dumb beanie he was wearing courtesy of his date. Itās not that Dean was afraid of her, he really wasnāt, but she had worked so hard to get those three dollars to purchase this hat at the local good will store.
Growing bored, and even hungrier, Dean stood suddenly and flicked the empty cotton candy holder in the crowd. He smiled to himself when he heard a man nearby curse after having been hit in the back of the head with it. It wasnāt until the man-boy turned around that the smile was quickly wiped off the vampires face. āLittle buddy,ā the vampire spoke, his eyes widening in awe. Dean knew that face, he would know it anywhere. That face was his friend!Ā
In a split second he was standing in front of the boy-Hugo! Of course Dean remembered the name of his only friend. Hugo had the same dopy smile and brown doe eyes, overall making him look like a baby deer still. The only difference now was that the boy had grown, towering over the vampire slightly. āLittle buddy, what are you doing here?ā he asked, unable to stop an excited smile from forming on his face now.
Hugo had been well on his way to doing nothing with the rest of his Monday night, a soda in one hand and a bag with recent purchases of the video game variety in the other when something had hit him in the back of the head. That was wicked rude. Hugo was usually the thrower ā not the throw-ee! What kind of sick game was that?? He was about to turn around and pick up the stick and chuck it back toward the direction of whatever teenagers had thrown it and maybe give a few choice words and some grumbles at their shenanigans (fuck, it was way too early to turn into Toby) before heading back on his merry way. But then he saw him, and his frown turned into a smile.Ā Hugo hadnāt seen that face inĀ years ā but it hadnāt changed a bit. Immortality had itās perks.Ā In the blink of an eye, the face heād memorized so clearly was right in front of his own, and Hugo would have stumbled back if he wasnāt rooted to the spot. āDean?ā he asked, even though he didnāt need to, his soda and his bag oā games falling to the ground just before his arms wrapped around the vampireās shoulders. āWhā what are you doing here? Where have you been??ā The last time heād seen Dean, Hugo had been considerably smaller ā but that didnāt stop Hugo from feeling twelve again, even if he had sprouted at least a good six inches taller than his ābig buddy.ā Hugoās hand came to rest on Deanās head which housed a very Belfront looking beanie that looked a little bit like one he had seen Claire wearing once or twice before Hugo pulled back entirely and looked him over almost instinctively. āWhyād you hit me with a stick? Why do you smell like sugar?āĀ
Dean tensed slightly as a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him but - wait, this felt...nice. Hugs were supposed to feel nice, weren't they? Normally when the vampire was locked in an embrace (usually by Dee or Claire) he was violently swinging his arms and attempting to bite. Not this time. He let out a pleasant sigh. This was a nice hug. Dean knew he could count still count on his little buddy.
A look of pure excitement suddenly took over the vampires face. "I live here!" he replied rather proudly before a more pensive look took over. "Sort of. I was with Dee a while ago and kinda decided to go off and do my own thing for a bit. She was supposed to meet me here but," the vampire shrugged, looking around, "haven't seen her. I know she's still alive though. Twin telepathy and all."
Dean was very much convinced he and Dee were capable of twin telepathy. He'd seen it too many times in movies over the years to not believe in such a thing.
It was then that the blonde also got a chance to fully inspect his little buddy. "I guess I can't call you little buddy anymore," he continued, looking at Hugo in awe now. He was tall. Dean truly enjoyed the company of tall people, especially when said people happened to be his best friend. God, he had missed Hugo. Even when he was just a kid Hugo Stirling showed more promise in being a faithful sidekick than half the vampires Dean had met in the past century.
Dean frowned. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he apologized, as if the plastic little stick had caused serious harm to his friend. In less than a second he reached down and picked up the bag of games and the now half empty soda Hugo had dropped seconds ago. "Cotton candy," he replied, a bright smile suddenly reappearing on his face. "Claire dragged me to a carnival a while ago and now I can't stop eating it. Well, I can't really eat it but I like the way it feels in my mouth." Cotton candy had become one of Dean Wesley's passions...along with murder, chaos and of course, Hugo Stirling.
"And then she gave me this hat-" he paused suddenly, his blue eyes widening. "Do you want the hat? Is your head cold? Did you know that you lose most of your body heat through your head?"Ā The last thing Dean wanted was for his little buddy to get sick. Who would he spend time with if Hugo was sick?

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No Rest fo the Wicked || Claire & Dean
Deans stay in Oxford was almost peaceful (he'd managed to stay under the radar despite the random murders and mutilations around town) considering the fact that he was...well, Dean. Aside from creating yet another progeny, the vampires stay in the small town was turning out to be rather delightful. The high light of this little vacation was, hand down, running into Hugo Stirling again. Deans little buddy was all grown up now. He'd turned into a handsome and driven young man, earning all the more adoration from the vampire. And then of course, there were the Belfronts.
After a brief encounter at the local jail, Dean wouldn't shake Claire Belfront. And while he may have had a habit of killing any wolf within five feet of him, Dean had grown fond of Claire. Sort of. A little. He may have been spending everyday with her, following her around and even letting her boss him around but that didn't mean he liked her. So what if she had bought him that hat? That stupid hat which he was currently wearing as he sat on the front steps of Claire's parents house. He let out another growl. He'd been waiting out there for nearly an hour as Claire continued to get ready for whatever the hell it was they were going to do.
Completely out of character tonight, Dean was in a foul mood. Saying he'd had a rough day was an understatement. And he blamed Claire for it. Yesterday had been their first official day apart since meeting and it all went to hell. What should've been a great reunion with his twin sister turned out to be disastrous when he caught his other half trying to eat his other other half. Needless to say it caused a little tension between the three.
"By the time you come out here it's going to be sunrise!" he yelled, causing the elderly couple walking their dog to jump in surprise as they passed the house. The sun had literally set an hour ago.Ā
Dean blamed Claire Belfront for the current lack of structure in his life.
Dean Wesley || Appears 26, but is 110 || Vampire || FC: Dane DeHaan
Traits
(+) Confident, Self-Motivated, Brave (-) Destructive, Merciless, Malevolent
Personality
Despite the fact that heās technically still a young vampire, some might find it hard to imagine Dean Wesley as a human. Whatās even more difficult to believe is the fact that he hasnāt actually changed much. Being immortal has only managed to make Dean a bigger nightmare than he originally was. He has the appearance of someone half his Ā (physical) age, and occasionally the mentality of someone a third of it. When it comes down to it, Dean is a bit of a sociopath. He does what he wants without so much as a second thought and isnāt kind to those who get in his way.
Even as a human Dean was ruthless, stubborn, and stupidly brave. He lived for the thrill and would do just about anything and everything to feel that rush of adrenaline. Ultimately, it was these simple factors that led oldest Wesley towards the wrong side of the law.
Dean is, literally, a mad genius. As a child he always excelled in school (when he actually showed up) and was said to be full of potential despite his mothers āillnessā. Instead of using his brains to get him out of the dump that was Brooklyn, Dean opted to use his talents for committing crimes. Along the way he became a master of manipulation, allowing him to always be one step ahead of his enemies.
There is no āother sideā to Dean Wesley. On the rare occasion that he actually wants someone around, the vampire still shows no regard for others or their well being. Unless it benefits him somehow, Dean doesnāt care for others company. The only person heās ever shown any genuine affection, loyalty or concern for his is sister. Now currently residing in Oxford, all Dean claims to be looking for is a good time. And in his opinion, Oxford could use someone like him to shake things up.
Biography
Dean was the first of two children born Margret and Thomas Wesley, a young and dysfunctional pair of newlyweds. The pair lived in a run down littleĀ apartment in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, becoming parents after having been married for a little less than a year. The teenage couple ran off together afterĀ Margretās parents forbid the relationship with good cause; Margret came from a middle class family of Irish immigrants while Thomas never knew his family, having been raised in an orphanage.
Life in the Wesley household was complicated, to say the least. Thomas was in and out of prison for the first few years of Deans life, leaving Margret (who had recently been diagnosed with Bipolar illness) to raise the Dean and his twin sister, Deanna. Because his mother was unable to hold a job down for more than a couple weeks, Dean began stealing at the age of eight to provide for his sister and mother, deeming it a priority to pay for her medication somehow. Heād get caught from time to time but charges were never pressed due to the simple fact that he was a child. It did nothing but encourage Deans actions, only seeing it as proof that he could continue to get away with petty theftā¦he just had to be smarter. By the age of fourteen Dean was pretty familiar with the Brooklyn police squad. At fifteen heād been arrested a number of times for petty theft and gambling. His efforts paid off, because he was still able to provide for his family. When Thomas was finally released from prison he decided to enlist in the army, claiming himself a changed man. He encouraged his son to do the same, hoping that joining the army would help straighten the boy up and keep him from continuing down a dangerous road. Dean made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing and that he could continue to provide for himself and Deanna in a way that neither of his parents ever could. Thomas died just two months later overseas, causing Margretās condition to worsen.
It wasnāt until the infamous Stock Market crash of 1929 that Dean decided to take his talents to the next level. Bank robbing was a complicated business butĀ nothing Dean and his friends couldnāt handle. After successfully robbing three banks, Dean and his sister were living the life theyād always dreamed of. Constantly risking his life and freedom had finally paid offā¦and it was ultimately what managed to get him killed.
Hours later Dean was reborn as a vampire. His talents had managed to catch the attention of a fellow criminal, who also happened to be a vampire. Deeming it a waste of potential, the man decided to turn Dean instead of letting him die. Forever indebted to his maker, Dean vowed to stay at the mans side only after he turned Deanna as well, which he did. Unfortunately, their maker was far more cautious than Dean cared for. Now immortal, Dean believed himself above others, particularly humans; apparently his maker didnāt share these values. Claiming that their maker was holding them back, Dean and Ruby (a fellow progeny of his maker) teamed up and killed the man who saved them. Since then Dean hasnāt bothered looking back. Heās embraced life in the 21st century, especially after the revelation of vampires. Now all he wants is for all humans to be turned and all other supernaturals killed. Honestly, he doesnāt think thatās asking for much.
Dean Wesley is TAKEN

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Reunited (and it feels so good) || Hugo & Dean
Dean sat comfortable on one of the countless benches in the middle of town square, his blue eyes roaming the crowds of passing people. He took another bite of his pink cotton candy as he eyed a woman yelling loudly on her cellphone as she walked by. The looked delicious. TruBlood was unfulfilling and while Dean couldn't actually digest cotton candy he really did like the way the stuff melted in his mouth. He'd been addicted to the thing ever since Poppy had dragged him along to the town fair a couple months ago.
Cotton candy was seriously the high light of this dump of a town.
A saddened expression made it's way onto the vampires face as he realized he was down to the last few bites of his precious dinner. Claire was supposed to have shown up an hour ago so they could do whatever it was they did, which thankfully included actually dinner for Dean and maybe a squirrel for Claire if she was in wolf form. Letting out an annoyed breath as he finished the last of his cotton candy, scratching his head through the dumb beanie he was wearing courtesy of his date. It's not that Dean was afraid of her, he really wasn't, but she had worked so hard to get those three dollars to purchase this hat at the local good will store.
Growing bored, and even hungrier, Dean stood suddenly and flicked the empty cotton candy holder in the crowd. He smiled to himself when he heard a man nearby curse after having been hit in the back of the head with it. It wasn't until the man-boy turned around that the smile was quickly wiped off the vampires face. "Little buddy," the vampire spoke, his eyes widening in awe. Dean knew that face, he would know it anywhere. That face was his friend!Ā
In a split second he was standing in front of the boy-Hugo! Of course Dean remembered the name of his only friend. Hugo had the same dopy smile and brown doe eyes, overall making him look like a baby deer still. The only difference now was that the boy had grown, towering over the vampire slightly. "Little buddy, what are you doing here?" he asked, unable to stop an excited smile from forming on his face now.