logan sullivan

“— Okay that thing looks like it’s going to rot right through your teeth. Where can I get one?” 

“I already told you. Just because I put the maze together, does not mean I’m going to help you get through it.” Savannah noted with a bright laugh, the corn maze they were currently standing it - at a dead end, masking some of the noise from the fair. “Come on, MacGyver, get us outta’ here.”

“I don’t know; I’m pretty addicted to these things.” Adelaide teased back in good nature. Though to be honest she was more of an herbal tea girl, but when she had to work long nights, tea wasn’t going to cut it. “You work at The Daily Point, correct?” The blonde, asked before she took a sip of her drink. “You guys always write such lovely articles about my showings at the gallery.”

“You and me both. I feel I should be attending meetings, but then I’d have to give it up.” She joked easily, knowing that there would never be a time where she gave up drinking coffee. Or any form of caffeine, really. She worked many long days and nights, and caffeine was a cure all for staying up. “That I do,” she beamed at the question, her position at the local newspaper very important to her. “And while I wish I could take credit for those pieces, I unfortunately don’t write them.”

Aston was on his usual prowl of the bars, he’d missed the night life of Salems Point. He took a seat near a brunette who he didn’t recognize and caught the tail end of her conversation. “Yeah, you know I heard about those.” The witch agreed, sipping his beer. “It’s wild man, who do you think’s doing it? This town lives for gossip.”

Axel knew well what was going on, he knew that it was the men in question, however, why would he allow her to venture into a world she had no business in? It was clear by her curiosity and in the way she spoke about the happenings that she had no idea what was going on behind closed doors, and it was safer for humans that way. They didn’t go looking for trouble they didn’t know existed. Then again, the hunter in him knew how it helped to be prepared. “No, I don’t. And anyone who thinks otherwise is kidding themselves. What’s that saying? — Calm before the storm, right?” He assured her, knowing that this was usually how it all started, only getting worse until the bastards were tracked down. What made it worse is they usually had no idea what was going on at the time. “So, what you think the ‘soot men’ are out to get us? How do you know they’re not just caught in the crossfire? Pun intended.”

Salem’s Point was a beacon for journalists like her, always eager to get to the bottom of the stories circulating towns. From the random animal attacks to the sporadic fires, Logan was all too interested in what this particular town had to offer. “Fair point. It seems a little too --- gentle right now.” She mused with a shrug of her shoulders, eyeing the bottle in her grasp before turning her attention to the man beside her. The soot men; cute, she’d have to remember that for when she wrote up the next bit of her story. For now, a soft chuckle passed her lips before she released a sigh. “I’ve never been one to believe in coincidences. And while one or two men being found at the scenes may not be anything, the amount that have been seems like a cause for alarm. At this point, they’re the only ties to the fires. And that means, I think they play a major role in why these fires are being started.”

Axel was not about the drop the ‘S’ bomb on the brunette, there was no way of knowing how much she was aware of in town, hell, or if she even was one of the creatures in question. For now, he was going to play coy. For now. “Like you said, the police released every one of them. And I know they’re not always the brightest bunch, or Salems Point PD — but still. I’m not Sherlock Holmes, but I’d say that we’ll find out more when the next round of arson attacks hit.” He wasn’t about to let her in on anything he knew as a hunter, or what he had seen in the past when it came to these kinds of attacks. “Tell me Nancy Drew, who do you think did it?”

“Welcome to Salems Point.” Axel muttered matter-of-factly, knowing this was hardly uncommon in the last few months that he had been in town. In fact, if there wasn’t a fire in a few days, he’d be genuinely concerned that it was too quiet. “It’s just a case of snagging the motherfucker who’s doing it before anyone else ends up dead around here.” The male hunter added seconds later, knowing full well there was going to be more blood on these bastards hands soon enough, but he was going to make damn sure it wasn’t the humans in the crossfire.

“Another one? Really? This has been happening so much lately” he let out a sigh, he wondered if it was happening for the same reason why he was having a harder time to control himself. If it also had to do with that, he wouldn’t be surprised at all, he probably by now, wouldn’t get surprised by anything anymore.

“Fantastic, just fantastic.” Of course this would happen to her. Middle of the night, dead phone and her keys to her motel room dropped somewhere on the ground. With only the light from a street lamp a block away Riley was having rotten luck trying to find them in the dark. She was crouched down, knees in the dirt, hands shuffling around where she thinks they might have landed. “Keys, keys, keys.” She kept mumbling to herself as though that would somehow summon them into her hands. 

Charlie hated the dark. And it was only natural that her car broke down on the edge of town right as she was getting ready to leave, disheartened and sad. Her cell phone didn’t have any service and she felt like a sitting duck in her car, buried under blankets and sweaters to combat the damp, Autumn chilliness that was trying to freeze her to death. She had to make a decision; either stay there and probably get murdered by a serial killer that prowls the woods or try to walk back to town and probably get murdered by a serial killer that prowls the woods. She trembled a little, doing her best not to cry, and finally reached out to unlock the door so she could get out and make the trek back to Salem’s Point.

Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as she quickly twirled around back to the individual who she just had a fifteen-minute conversation with and who happened to be still holding her soy hazelnut latte. It was one thing to forget to grab a drink due to the crowd of the café in the early morning, but the café wasn’t busy, and it was almost in six in the evening. “Oh,” Adelaide took her drink with a small smile. “This is embarrassing… Thank  you.” After taking a small sip of her drink, the blonde Delore witch stated, “ I swear, I’m normally not this forgetful.”

“Arson, maybe? Probably just some kids with matches trying to cause trouble,” Erin supposed, shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to act as nonchalant as possible before continuing to wipe down the counter. Of course, she was aware that the real reason behind the mysterious blazes had something to do with the supernatural presence in the town. Which species exactly was what she couldn’t pinpoint. Probably a pyromaniac witch going a little crazy with the amount of power at his or her fingertips. Despite knowing this information, Erin didn’t feel at liberty to divulge the presence of the supernatural to the girl sat in front of her. After all, she wasn’t technically part of the community herself; it wasn’t her place to reveal the secret. “Need another drink, hun?”

“Ten?” Anya’s brows lifted in surprise– a look she rarely wore. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Bitches be crazy.” She smirked, lifting a glass of whiskey to her lips.

“Well, it is fall and kids do stupid shit,” The original vampire plainly said as he took a sip of his beer. He knew the truth behind the fires, though hearing the female’s pulse, told him to play stupid. “Wanna another one?” His blue eyes flickered to her beer, then to his own knowing that he would at least drink three more before finding something else to occupy his time.

what gets my muse excited

The one thing that truly gets Logan excited is a good story. Whether that be some story about an old ghost tale, or a juicy bit about an uprising in a third world country, she’s always eager to get to the bottom of it. That, and cheesy low budget, old school films. Especially the horror ones.

which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be