#rescntful

SUSANNAH: that is, if we'll still be alive.

KLAUS: it would be in both of our best interests for you to live if you plan to fight with those who would rather kill you.

Sighing, she traced the skin on his shoulder lightly. “Were you always this warm? I can’t remember. It’s been a long time since we used to sneak into your garage.” The memory itself made his cheeks red, and he cleared his throat before setting her down again. “Yeah. A long time.” He agreed as he brushed some of the sand off his shoes. “Jar.... Come on, can’t we talk about this?” She asked, eyes pleading. He wanted to groan as he turned away from her before he turned back and got inches from her. “Tell me you don’t miss me. I know you don’t miss home, but me? How did you just leave like that?” She didn’t say anything, a little too shell shocked to really respond he guessed. A once in a lifetime moment, really. “I have been here. Waiting. For you to make up your mind.” Shaking his head, he bit his lip. “I thought you wanted me. And now... now I have to be this close to you and know....” His lips almost graze hers as he leans in. “That I can’t have you.... And you.... you’re fine. But what do I do?”

            SHE’S  AT  A  LOSS.  the  moment  she’d  opened  the  door,  violet  had  been  thrown  back  by  the  smell  of  death.  blood,  decay...  someone  had  died  in  her  home,  that  much  she’d  known.  with  her  mother  gone  but  her  scent  the  only  one  she  can  catch...  did  that  mean...  no,  she  didn’t  want  to  think  about  it.  deep  down,  deep  down  she  knew  but  until  she  could  know  for  sure,  until  there  was  a  body,  she  wouldn’t  believe  it.  not  even  if  the  rotted  heart  in  a  box  had  no  other  scents.  she  can’t  shake  the  sight  of  dried  blood  smeared  across  her  walls,  a  nickname  for  herself  that  was  carefully  drawn  for  her  eyes.  a  personal  attack...  was  this  her  fault  ??  the  smell  had  gotten  to  be  too  much  to  handle  and  so  she’d  collapsed  outside  on  her  porch.  her  phone  shakes  in  her  hands  as  she  texts  a  few  people,  unable  to  tell  through  tear  filled  eyes  what  they  actually  say.  it’s  when  her  phone  vibrates  and  she  sees  lucinda’s  name  that  her  heart  does  somersaults.  she  answers  and  isn’t  able  to  speak,  scared  that  if  she  admits  what  happened,  it’ll  have  to  be  real.    ❝    something’s...    ❞    violet’s  voice  cracks  and  she  shakes  her  head,  letting  out  a  deep  sigh.    ❝    wrong.    ❞

                       THE  WORDS  ARE  ENOUGH  TO  TURN  her  cheeks  a  deep  shade  of  red,  causing  violet  to  lift  her  hands  up  and  hide  her  response.  she  won’t  ever  see  what  lucinda  sees,  if  that’s  how  she  perceives  violet  davenport.  there  are  many  flaws  and  imperfections  that  violet  thinks  about  constantly,  usually  her  insecurities  and  inability  to  keep  people  in  her  life  for  a  long  enough  period  of  time.  the  fear  of  never  being  good  enough  and  with  the  supernatural  world,  turning  into  the  monster  she  knows  she  becomes  on  full  moons…  only,  becoming  that  every  single  day.  she  rarely  voices  these  concerns  aloud,  only  the  mistake  of  breaking  a  few  dishes  on  her  shift  causes  violet  to  be  cruel  to  herself  under  her  breath.  of  course  lucinda  would  hear.    ❝    nothing  is  perfect,  lucinda.  if  anything  was,  you’d  make  the  list  before  i  did.    ❞

That’s where things got a little touchy for the new shifter. He smelled him, all over her. His eyes scanned her for changes, any little thing and- he saw it. The gleaming ring on her finger. Moving forward, she bit her lip. “Jar....” His eyes narrowed slightly. “So... this is the big reveal. The reason you up and bailed on everyone. Jacob. Your dad.” Me? “Couldn’t bother to tell us all what it was about though, huh?” His eyes met the strangers and he felt his arms shake. Enormous effort kept him planted still, chest puffing just a bit. Sam was nearby, but not close enough at the present moment. If this dude said or did something stupid- “Oh, let me guess.... you’re the high school honey, right? Man, babe. I’d almost be worried.” Ah, there it is. A snarl ripped out of Jared, enough to make the man jump back. “Jared.” Her voice literally commanded him like some sick puppy before she shoved him back. Right into Sam’s hold. “Let’s go.” He warned his beta. Instinctively, Jared flexed but looked down to Rebecca. “Guess he gave you what you always wanted. A ticket out.” The bitter sentiment was all he said before he was pulled back and away by his alpha. He’d head to the woods to lick his wounds later.