#bitten.start

time : two hours after party started .

alice was all dressed up . dolled up in a dress that glowed against the black light of the party . the nature of the invitation was odd but nothing to ring her alarm just yet . still she was excited for the rave . its been a long time since she went to one . the music was blasting the moment she stepped . the beat dropping when she made it to the bar . Ordering herself a drink or two . ❝ How's the party so far ? are you enjoying it ? ❞ alice asked the one besides her .

𝐴𝐿𝐸𝐶 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑂𝑁 𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸, 𝐴𝑁𝐷 he wasn’t exactly doing the best job at hiding it. The drink in his hand — a beer that seemed to be the most popular amongst the young locals — remained largely untouched. The bottle swirled idly between his fingers as he held it by the neck, forcing himself to take a swig every once in a while. It had been years since he had needed to truly blend in. 

Blue contacts covered his red irises for the night, lighting his eyes with an odd purple hue beneath the colorful strobes of the warehouse. For what felt like the hundredth time already that night, Alec ducked his hand into his face and poked at his right eye, adjusting the dreadfully uncomfortable film there. 

Looking back up, Alec found a pair of inquisitive eyes on him. He supposed he should try a bit harder to act as though he weren’t here entirely against his will— but his demeanor remained a bit too stiff and impassive, and he hardly glanced at the person before sweeping a hard gaze back over the crowd.

“Contact lens,” was all he offered by way of explanation. “Fuckin' things have been bugging me all night.” Luckily, a conversation point any species could empathize with under the circumstance.

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It's the media's job to keep the people informed, so when their boss asked for Kennedy's next piece to be about the storm they agreed, although begrudgingly. It felt like a fluff piece and the weather wasn't exactly something that fell in their usual interest. Even if people were saying it was a once in a lifetime phenomenon. It was still something that could easily be explained as simple science and they were content with leaving that up to the professionals in that area. What was really intriguing them  was the sudden onslaught of new faces around town. Forks wasn’t exactly a hot spot for tourist, so why are all these figures suddenly popping up? There were far too many to write them off as family and far too disinterested in the small town’s charm and it's people to be some sort of getaway. Maybe Kennedy was overthinking their sudden arrival, but in the off chance that there is a story there, the journalist was dead set on finding it, starting off the best way theory knew how — by gathering intel.  Both from locals and visitors.

“Hi there.” they greet with a quick smile, before immediately going through their interviewing routine. “Kennedy Stuart with Forks Daily. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions? It’s for the newspaper.”

        Come the moonlit hours every light in the city of SEATTLE was another story that is central to somebody’s world . it had its own way of drawing collective breath beneath the black heavens , of celebrating life after dark . elena's only sole reason of being in the city was because the power of her home back in forks was still out because of the storm . most people from forks left for the city so traffic was bad . 

       Occupied with her own thoughts , the gifted moved to cross the street . a driver trying to beat the red light but failing almost ran her over and kept driving . Luckily for elena, she was pulled back into the side walk before any damage was done to her . Horn blasting through as she looked at the car and back at them . ❛❛ fuck...❜❜ the human would have survived due to her own powers , nevertheless , as a driver one should be more careful . 

the witches gathered together all in one town . all in one place . Feyrah had no part in it . She saw no reason to even care for what is to come . BLOODSHED . DEATH . EXPOSURE . surely the world would come to know of the dark that lurks beneath the surface if they went to war with the vampires . she wanted no part in it . not because she cared but because it would disturb her peace . if many who knew who she truly was , they would either want her DEAD or to join in the eradication of the vampires . She is after all MOTHER OF THE OLD RELIGION . the magic of of the Earth itself . yet she chooses to utilize the darkest parts of it . murderous by trade with true skills with magic ancient and new . the woman now was believed to be DEAD .

She walked out from the woods where the witches and children of the moon gathered . Magic strong enough to shield them and be undetectable from any unwanted visitors . ❝ it's dangerous to be out so late . ❞ feyrah mused over a tad bit playful in her tone , after all , what did that say about her ? .