Logan Cree

Let me introduce myself We got some time to kill...... But here there ain't no misery 'Cause on the other side we live like kings......

“You’d deal with it.” Her voice was stern and blunt as she turned towards him. “What the hell does that even mean, Logan?” Deal with it as in kill them? Avoid them? Pretend to not let it affect you? Juliet had so many questions but it wasn’t like the two of them were all that close. And she wasn’t trying to sound rude, or be rude, she was just overwhelmed with so many emotions in that moment.

“I was taken from them when they were young. It’s been decades, Logan. There’s no reason for them to still be alive. I’ve been searching for their death certificates but back then…” She shook her head back and forth. “The only thing I can think of is that it would be in my old house and you and I both know I can’t get in there.” She no longer had any ownership of her family’s house. 

She clenched her jaw, unsure if she should tell him anything else. “They are human.” Human enough. “They don’t seem to recognize me.” She shook her head back and forth, as if that was somewhat reassuring for her. It wasn’t. “What do I do?” She asked him. “What would you do?”

The vampire simply nodded his response. “I would deal with it yes. That person shouldn’t ever walk on earth or any planet for that matter. But that would be my burden to carry-no one else. And that’s not what we are here to speak about.” Cree reminded, going back to the situation that brought Juliet into his office.

Logan considered his options and Juliet’s words as he tilted his head and stared ahead at his bookshelf. Books that contained so many stories one has told over the years; ones that carried the same plot but told in new ways-some better then others. Just like the options Cree could offer the older vampire. But which to choose, he wondered.

Sighing, his dark eyes met hers. “They’re human-it’s simple then luv. Compel them. Ask to be invited in when you see them in town and then search their place. Though…personally I think they are not the children you had decades ago. If your bloodline did continue, their genetics which have been passed down did most of the work. I’m sure in another three or four hundred years, those who continue their human blood line, will also have people who look exactly like them.”

“Well, sort of. The drive was more therapeutic than anything I’ve seen here,” Charlotte answered with a grimace, but as she spotted the shop owner lurking in the corner, she quickly added: “–so far, I’m sure there’s still plenty more I haven’t seen yet.” As if to prove her point, she eased in closer to peer at the watch in the case Logan was looking at, but the glare from the light kept her from a clearer view. “But unfortunately no, just because it’s late doesn’t mean my mind will let me go to sleep, you know?”

Charlotte snorted a laugh at his response. “God no, talk about a nightmare scenario. There’d never be a moment of peace.” Under his stare, Charlotte felt like she was being tested, but for what? His comment about the deer carried the weight of a warning, or a reminder, of the true danger that lingered just beneath the surface. “Not much of a hunter?” Charlotte inquired carefully. She waited until the owner turned to retrieve whatever ‘Box 32′ was and lowered her voice. “Or were you maybe after a different kind of… prey?”

“The nightlife is hard to compete with. Whether it’s in a quiet town such as this one or a place like New York. But then, I’m sure I sound bias....” Listening to Charlie’s comments of her mind, Cree nodded; he was very familiar with the feelings Charlie was experiencing. Though for him it wasn’t always at “night” that it happened but during the day when he couldn’t go out and distract himself. “It appears though you did have something specific in mind to purchase? Or are you one who collects old watches as a hobby?” Unless she uses them as props in her photography, he wondered but would rather hear her response first.

A smile reached his lips, thankful that his supernatural abilities didn’t include mind reading. What a nightmare that would have been. “But it can’t be all that bad? No? There must have been times it was worth having a small glance inside ones mind?” Letting his eyes roam the rest of the cases, some opened and others closed, Logan didn’t bother to glance up knowing full well the owner was in the back still shuffling to retrieve his box. But the vampire still kept his own voice quiet as he replied, “Perhaps I was luv....” His eyes then met hers with the tilt of his head and his smirk returning back to its rightful place. “Though, those are stories for another night that one’s mind isn’t already sleepless.”

It was late enough in the evening that even in Downtown Edgewood, nearby the clubs the streets were silent. It was the wee hours of the morning, but the sun still had hours left before it made it’s appearance. Jenny was walking from the Underworld, where she had stayed late that night because one of her charges had as well. She needed to find the nearest alley so she could orb straight to her bed. 

Unaccustomed to staying up this late, Jenny took a moment to be mindful and take in the silence of the hour, the breeze on her skin. She was immortal, but it made her feel more human.

A yelp from the alley she was already heading to interrupted, it was muffled, but the area was so quiet that it stood out like a pin drop. Without second thought, she moved. 

“Hey!” She made no effort to sneak up on whoever was in the alley. Jenny stomped over to the alley, armed with her strong will and furrowed brows. When she swung around the corner she spotted two figures. “What are you doing?”

@logancree​

Some habits were hard to break. Even 167 years later, Cree still had his moments of control slip. It wasn’t a slip mate, you wanted to have her the moment you saw what she did. Seeing a human slip drugs into another’s glass was easy to catch if that’s what one was looking for-especially for a vampire like himself; a creature who knew all too well how drugs were handled and slipped. But the woman-the one who gave a soft yelp of struggle before Logan compelled her to be silent-was not going to walk away so easily.

With Logan’s fangs pinching the woman skin on her neck and AB positive slipping down his neck, his throat groaned with pleasure. Was it right that Logan decided to make this woman-who hadn’t seemed to care if another person in the club had a miserable morning the next day from the drugs they consumed the previous night-pay a little for taking such actions? Some would say no. But did Cree care? Of course not.

Another voice made the vampire’s eyes snap open and roll them. Not now, he complained. With his back covering the woman and blocking Jenny’s view, Cree slipped his fangs out of the woman’s skin and back into his gums. Whispering words only the human in front of him could hear, Logan compelled her to forget this incident. Licking his lips, Logan moved the girls hair to cover her neck and turned around to face a determined human. “Having some fun is all. Is there a problem?” Might have to compel her also Logan. But was she human?

Charlotte’s careful gaze scanned the display cases, comparing each piece against a mental image in her head, and then an image on her phone. The odds of that watch still being here after all this time were slim to none, but she had to check. Maybe the owner might even remember it! The creak of the door opening only vaguely registered in her mind, but the familiar voice suddenly beside her gave her a start. “Logan, hey!” She exclaimed, turning to face the vampire. So much for a simple in and out look-see.

“I couldn’t sleep, I thought a little retail therapy might help.” Well, more like a retail goose chase at this point, but there were still a few cases she hadn’t checked yet. “What about you? Don’t tell me you’re looking for new decor for the lounge?” She asked, jokingly nodding toward a mounted buck’s head on the wall above them. 

“Retail therapy? Here?” Logan teased with a chuckle and looked at the few cases that had been open and held watches. Interesting. “The large numbers on your phone to tell you the time isn’t doing it for you?” A smirk remained on his lips, his hand reaching out and taking one of the cases to examine an old watch-one familiar to the one he owned himself. Though what Logan really wanted to ask about were the woman’s thoughts that seemed to be keeping her up at this hour. You planning on sharing your own Logan? Of course not.

He rose an eyebrow and chuckled at her guess. “As a matter of fact I am….though I didn’t know you and your family could read such thoughts so quickly.” Logan baited searching her face and set the case down before looking at the owner and giving him a nod. “Box 32 please.” Cree’s gaze then returned to the witch in front of him before he clarified, “I was never a fan of hunting bucks. Or any animal to be clear.”

Monica had declared tonight date night, and Monty respectfully bowed out of the house for a few hours to give her privacy for her video call. In a bid for something to do that didn’t feel like just waiting, because he didn’t want to just wait around, he’d gone to Cheat Codes. Though his experiences with arcade games had predominantly come from earlier gaming consoles, rather than arcades, he still knew his way around one, and it had seemed like a good idea.

And, since he’d walked to the bar, was going to walk back, he’d decided to be fairly liberal with his drinking. Granted, it had also meant that by the time the hour had started to get late, his coordination had taken enough of a dip that he’d opted to sit at the bar with a beer and his phone and a plate of fries for a bit.

He hadn’t been expecting anyone to address him—not from this side of the bar, at least—but when he looked up and over in surprise, there wasn’t anyone else close enough for the man to have been talking to instead. “I guess,” Monty mused after a beat, dipping a fry into the little container of honey mustard his fries had come with.

“It doesn’t really feel like history, though. I mean, sure, this stuff’s older, but it’s still a staple of a lot of childhoods from the generations that have come after the first arcades, right?”

Logan also lifted his head up and turned to face the speaker with a casual smile. The vampire could smell the honey mustard from where he sat and to this day, it was not to his liking. Though a majority of food doesn’t mix with your vampire palette does it mate? To ignore the smell of the dipping, Logan lifted his drink to his lips and sipped.

“In a way yes, I suppose you’re correct. But the history can be in the actual games themselves. The creation of the games. The story behind it all.” His eyes searched the crowd then seeing the children and young adults choosing a machine of their choice. “I’m an old soul mate. The feeling a place such as this one gives off is different then choosing a game on a computer or TV flat with controllers.” Chuckling, Logan looked at Monty and quickly added, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. Give it a few more hundred years and perhaps one won’t even have to use their hands but have a chip on their temple that follows the same actions X, Y, A, and B do. Then our gaming system will be history.”

Maggie unsuccessfully stifled her snort at his suggestion of finding others like her. “That’s easier said than done, my dude. I know I’m not the only one who’s got abilities in this town, but it’s not really something people like to go around advertising. I’ve got people who are in my corner. No one like me, but people who want to help. I’m not sure that someone like me would be able to help me, anyhow. I’m pretty sure that seeing ghosts messes you up, even if you don’t hate it.”

I can’t even begin to imagine, Cree thought and could only give the other a small nod. “Well, at least you have people to help you…I’d offer my help but,” he paused and glanced around them. Even though his ears hadn’t heard anyone close enough to pay attention to his next words, much less their conversation, the habit of looking around was a hard one to break, “my skills lie elsewhere.” Having an ability like the one Maggie had was one Logan was thankful he didn’t have. No need to see or be haunted by people from your past-any of them. “I do hope your situation stays, well, healthy and doesn’t mess with your mind too much. If there is some way I can help...just let me know.” Come asking for help from a vampire? Very funny mate.

12. Treasures (mystery, neglect, puzzled, demanding) Pawn & Resale 💎(Town of Ashland)

Cree’s intentions were to walk into Crossroads Club. You still can mate. For a distraction and perhaps a little midnight snack. Chuckling silently at his own thoughts, Logan shook his head and instead walked next door to Pawn & Resale. Having been in the area for more than a few years, the man knew that other creatures like himself stored precious items they carried from place to place; Logan was no exception. The vampire even left other important items from his past in other pawn shops such as this one during his travels. And tonight, he was going to retrieve one of them. Would it do him any good to bring back those memories the item carried? Of course not.

Logan’s eyes found another body in the shop, apart from the owner, and a gentle smirk raised to his mouth. Well, well, well. Staying quiet would have been his first choice if he hadn’t recognized the person. But he knew the witch enough to walk up and stand next to her, saying his favorite word as a greeting, “Luv, what brings you here at such hour?” ( @charlottexkingsley​ )

Maxine sneered at his remark. “Maybe not fully on you, but you have no idea what I’ve seen. And for the last time, stop calling me ‘love’,” she bit back, volume approaching a yell. Her eyes narrowed at him. He was a danger, truly, but at this moment liquid courage was keeping the fear to a minimum. “You’re damn right you would. If your existence isn’t enough of a hell, it sure would turn into one. I guarantee it.” 

The man appearing before her caused the woman to stumble a bit. Now her heart was starting to race a little more. The fog of alcohol was dulling as instincts kicked in. This was not the usual banter she was used to with Logan. The woman reached into her pocket and pressed the speed dial for Spencer, ready to call at any instant. “If you so much as touch me, I’ll ensure you regret it. Now, step aside,” she demanded, though there was a slight quiver to her tone.

She already has enough-two-men calling her luv Logan. Logan smirked at the thought of such a relationship and rolled his eyes instead at the rest of her words. “Very well….luv.” The vampire hid a flinch from hearing her words and the memories that did cause him to feel in hell. Thoughts that seemed to easily pop up now with his hunger clawing his throat. Logan knew he couldn’t stall any longer; if he wouldn’t be sinking his teeth into this witch, he’s sink them into the next human who was walking around. How unfortunate for them.

Logan’s eyes glanced at Maxine’s hand in her pocket, having a clear idea of her intentions. “Shame….as we all knew a witches blood is far silkier then a humans.” Narrowing his eyes and holding his smirk, Cree took a few steps back and to the side. “Have a pleasant night Maxine….try not to stumble too far into the water-seems like you’ve already had enough to drink.”

5. Decades (hyper, energetic, powerless, youthful) Location: Cheat Code 🎰(Downtown)

The 166 year old vampire was feeling nostalgic. His birthday being this month also was not helping him forget his age. As if you could ever forget such a thing, his unwelcome thoughts interfered. The vampire didn’t mind the years he continued to live on-he really didn’t. Lair. The trick was making sure he was keeping himself busy in the meantime. North Star Lounge and creating new drinks was always his go-to distraction on any given hour; though even Cree still required muse every now and then.

That is what brought Logan to Cheat Codes at 11pm that night. With a natural smile on his face and a beer on tap, the immortal admired the progress that humans had accomplished. He almost felt young again-even if it were just for a split second. If someone had told little Logan at the age of eleven that such games would exist and all be in a single place to represent each decade, the boy would have been starstruck. “Fascinating isn’t it? A piece of history, entertainment history, from several decades all in a single place.” Cree said out loud, to no one in particular. Though he did notice a man next to him who could have easily heard his words. ( @montymcallister​ )

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Salty and delicious but not his favorite. The blood continued to drop into his throat and all Logan could think of was wanting more. Stop Logan, this is someone who’s known in town. His thoughts reminded him. The vampire didn’t know that for certain but having seen him at a party with other familiar faces gave Logan that impression.

Swallowing hard, Cree closed his eyes for one more second before slipping his fangs out. As he pulled back, his eyes snapped open and searched the poor humans face. Old memories of strangers walking on sidewalks or beaches rushed to mind-as as well all the bloodshed he’d caused. Don’t go there mate. Sighing with a small shake of his head, Cree stared into the mans eyes as he said, “Forget that I bit you and forget that you saw me. If someone asks about your neck, simply say your make out session with a stranger here got too rough and kinky for your liking.” The mark the vampire had given him was as clean as they could come. With years of practice you better have mastered the ability to not rip open the neck each time you drink.

Logan glanced at Trevor’s neck wound one last time before patting the mans shoulder and backing up. “Have a nice night mate. I’d suggest looking for that friend of yours you were supposed to meet.”

Vampire. Was the only thought Trevor’s racing mind could form as he stood paralyzed, the other man’s teeth in his throat. With the existence of psychics and werewolves, he shouldn’t have been surprised to know vampires existed as well, and yet he was. If he survived this, he would be more careful about walking at night– If?? Fuck he had to survive this, he couldn’t die. His siblings were counting on him, he couldn’t–he wouldn’t– be another figure in their lives who left them. But as much as he struggled, he still couldn’t move. 

And then just as soon as it had begun it was over. Trevor felt woozy and a little bit like he might throw up. The vampire backed up, til they were standing eye to eye once more. “You fucking–” Before he could hurl more than a curse at the monster standing in front of him, a weird fog came over him. Who was he about to shout at? What was he even shouting about? His neck ached slightly, and as he reached up to touch it, it was sore to the touch. But who would he have kissed on this beach in the middle of the night?

Before he had too long to ponder that, his phone rang, and automatically Trevor answered it. After all this is what he’d come out here to do. 

“Jake you son of a bitch, where are you?”