jonas  left  lonely  mill  school  a  few  hours  before  arriving  at  the  bar.  it  was  only  tuesday.  five  year  olds  were  something.  just  one  drink,  right?  it  wouldn’t  hurt.  jon  could’ve  just  stayed  at  his  apartment...  but  he  was  desperate  for  some  fresh  air  — —  away  from  kids,  including  his  own.  as  awful  as  that  might  sound.  he  needed  to  socialize  with  adults.  “  another  beer,  please.  ”  jonas  held  up  a  palm,  catching  the  bartender’s  attention.

   alexei didn’t know why he was being more adventurous in the realm of leaving his territory. maybe it was that he wished that he could run into rosie again. no  ——  he was pushing that idea right from his head as fast as he could. he couldn’t be interested in a human. maybe it was the fact that the territory had become so stagnant, that it was driving him mad with cabin fever. so he found himself outside of the wild things night club, wondering why it smelled so dead from the outside. it made him curious, but he kept himself from entering quite then.

“weird  how  there  was  just  a  random  burst  of  snow  like  that.  i  wonder  if  winter  is  actually  hitting  us.”

this was the first time he had ever turned. he was bitten just a few days before, putting him into this hellhole of a life. the hunter was too stubborn to just give up, however  ——  he had to find some kind of witch to find some kind of fix to it. he sat slumped in a latte fun, trying his best to ignore the raging new fever and body aches. this was a mess.

Emeline resisted the urge to scold the hospital goer, motherly instincts kicking in to let them know that fevers aren’t worth going to the hospital in the middle of the night. But it was fine, humans were scared of the inevitable death. Google diagnoses meant a fever meant they had the plague, a brain tumor, something much more intense than it actually was.