MYSTERIES.

          “—’Cause important things halfway through the night doesn’t sound like you’re trying to hide a fuckin’ body at all, huh.” Amusement was perched within the crook of a smirk that crept onto his lips, letting out a snort of near protest to her claims. It wasn’t often he was met with such brazen flippancy that matched his own. 

          Already substantially late into the evening, Clark was making his way home, streetlights pointing a path home. It seemed to be busier out on the streets than typical, especially given the fact that the murders a few weeks back had sent everyone running for the fucking hills. Still, the sidewalks were surely more crowded than he could remember, weaving in and out between the few throngs of people he could run into. Only one person had the misfortune to knock into him; someone with a great amount of force given their size. He scoffed in surprise at the bite in her tone, rolling his eyes at any speck of a challenge that bubbled in her voice, “No,” he deadpanned, “Been fuckin’ blind and deaf since I was born — clearly.” Clark offered a sarcastic smile, arms extended to shrug his shoulders in a childish bout. 

                “I —-,” the vampire stuttered before pressing her lips together and looking at her newly found friend, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I think our ideas of fun are extremely different, Bea. I’m still —- I can’t be surrounded by people, you know this.”

Wyatt wasn’t one to get involved in other people’s lives, he mainly kept to himself living his eternal life day by day, being kind to most but never getting too close to anyone for any extended period of time. He’d once pictured himself something of a hero - running to the rescue, saving the day, doing what needed to be done to keep others safe, but since he’d become one of the creatures he’d once hunted, he found he could no longer in good conscious race to the aid of others when half the time it was he that was hurting them. He liked to think these days he had pretty good control over his natural vampire urges, it had been a long time since the blood lust had caused him to kill someone - but he remembered the signs of one about to lose control like ti was just yesterday. The dark haired girl was clearly a fledgling, new and inexperienced, suffering under the curse of an insatiable hunger. She leapt and he lunged, catching her arm and spinning her away from her would be victim and back into the shadows. ( “Whoa there - wouldn’t want to do something like that out in the open.” )

In an instant she was swept away from her prey, and quite literally the only thing she’d looked forward to in a long while. Being a vampire made her terrifying, to think she could take a life away so easily was jarring to her. “Who the hell are you?” She struggled to rip her arm from his grasp. The sheer strength and speed he possessed was more than enough to set her off. Bea was afraid of herself, and what she could do... now imagine a much older and experienced vampire, she’d be in hysterics in no time. “You don’t know what I want.” Or what she didn’t want, he couldn’t know how she was feeling or what she was fighting. That’s what she told herself anyway, about each and every person she came across lately. She didn’t want to kill anyone —- anything either, but the thirst was immense and overpowering. Even as she stood before the older vampire, her eyes remained dark. Control was far from her grasp.

“Are you— did you just call yourself a bee? Okay, firstly, I’m not dirty on the outside.” As for his interior? After two centuries of life it sort of became near impossible to come out on the other side without having seen some shit. “Secondly, why don’t you just go into the city and find yourself some homeless bums like the rest of our species. It’ll be very stereotypical vamp of you, waiting in the shadows and all that jazz.”

WEDDING:

Who proposed? — ok why would Bea do it; Jamie duh

Who is the best man/men? — Benji?? 

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? — Camilla & Diana

Who did the most planning? — Bea, but she forced Jamie into some of it

Who stressed the most? — Bea

How fancy was the ceremony? — Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 her parents have money idk | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? — Edward, whatever bitch killed Bea, anyone Jamie has beef with

                 “Glad someone else understand the situation at hand,” the newborn stated with a small smile forming on her lips before looking over at her friend that was laying comfortably on the couch. “Whenever you’d like, love. Although we’d probably have to prepare for it by staying up a few nights in a row.”

“No deal. I’m only trying to get a jump start on clean up,” she responded with a light shrug before pivoting to face the woman sitting nearby. “I do like having you here, same way I like every paying customer who comes in. Not trying to get rid of you at all, just a little reminder of when closing time is.”

                Losing his father was one thing —- upon hearing of Blaike’s death in the same accident was enough to make Jamie to go into the biggest spiral that anyone could witness with their two eyes, especially when he learned that it was the fucking carnival that he refused to go to because of his state in the time of the invite. A carnival that he always went to with his sister, spinning in the stupid strawberries and eating her cotton candy when she wasn’t looking, it was his pretty much his happiness and it was torn away from him so quickly, blame taking it’s place in his mind before anyone could even say how sorry they were for his loss. Then came Bea — someone that he was dedicated to knowing that he fucking killed and then it was his mother, everything just coming one after another and his mind still refusing to believe that he didn’t kill the possible love of his life because he wasn’t —- human. Snapping out of his sleeping state, groaning at the loud rapping on his door, hoping that it was just Savannah or Maddox that would give up within a few moments but the voice that came through the wood was enough to make the male jump from the couch and rip the door almost off it’s hinges, looking down at the eyes he thought he’d never see again. “———- Bea?” He asked quietly, his air knocked out of him. “You ——– you’re — you were dead.”

“Not on somethin’ that can’t die anyways, girly. Quick Q: is that one of those attracting bees with honey things? You think the blood bags are just gonna waltz right up for the feed?”