#thehuntressreturns

Huge winds gusted across New Orleans as Xander wondered the streets hunting in a sense to keep the streets safer for Humans. Call Xander unlucky but of coarse with Xander’s luck he runs into a Demon— he knew that it was because all the supernatural were being drawn to the city for reasons that were still undiscovered. It didn’t take long for Xander to find one when he had gotten thrown up against the side of a building by a Fyarl Demon. Xander quickly got up and tried to stab it with a silver knife, but it had flung him backwards again. As Xander looked up he noticed a girl with a bow and Arrow. Xander was certain that the arrow head was made of silver, “Get it in the heart!” Xander said as she looked at the girl and he hope that she could hear him.

Another hour of her life was bound to be spent in Starbucks as Brooke walked through the oh so familiar doors. What she liked the most about the franchise apart from the oh so delicious drinks they served was how almost every single local seemed to be different in its own way. Decorated in a different way, making every single one their own universe. She was waiting for her to be her turn to say what she’d order, but it seemed as if the girl in front of him was taking her time with deciding. The blonde was growing impatient. She needed to get her coffee and soon. She didn’t feel like waiting her time so instead of starting a fight she decided to give her a tip. “If you don’t know what to get, I’d go for the vanilla frappuccino, mainly because they taste like heaven. Caramel macchiato is also a great pick by the way.” Crossing her arms a small sigh passed the blonde’s lips. “I assume you’ve never been to a Starbucks before?”

Scott decided to go for a walk and get some fresh air. The drama in his life the past couple of weeks had began to get on his nerves. He’d become easily irritated by almost every little thing, something which annoyed the hell out of him. He just felt like he needed silence, it was the one thing he knew he seemed to need the most apart from Taylor’s support. The pack was falling apart, it’s how he saw it, but he didn’t blame himself, no. It hurt, it was something he hadn’t admitted out loud yet. His friendships were crumbling down, him and Lydia’s had after his outburst at her. He’d lost it, the stress seemed to have gotten the worst of him in that moment only to snap, but she was the one to trigger it with her words, attack the one he loved the most in such a way, call her an idiot, call him an idiot as well right to his face. It was something he couldn’t allow to go any further and he didn’t. He still hadn’t heard anything about Allison since their last encounter and it felt as if he’d managed to push her away completely, something he hadn’t intended to do. Maybe in the moment, he had, he wasn’t sure, but he never would’ve meant the words with all his heart. He kept walking, his gaze focused on the ground as he walked as he seemed to have another battle with his thoughts inside his head. He didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore, either way he’d had enough and it was time to clear everything in his mind. Maybe even move onto a different page if things didn’t sort themselves out.

Scott kept walking, gaze stuck on the ground yet soon enough he came to a stop once he found himself inhaling an all to familiar scent. The alpha instantly looked around himself, brown orbs finding an all to familiar brunette in the distance and he froze. Maybe it was his only chance to talk things out with her, without anyone telling him to do so. Perhaps it’s the only way for him to breathe again, the only way for him to untie one of the knots that have seemed to form over the past couple of weeks. He’s walking towards her, steps slow, yet quick enough to actually approach her, and he reached out to let his fingers wrap around her wrist gently, stopping her from walking any further. “I uh..” He hadn’t thought of how to begin the conversation, something which he noticed to be an issue. He didn’t know what to tell her, what to say to her and he didn’t even know if he should apologize for what he’d told her at Mardi Grass. “Mind if we talk?” His words are spoken quietly, his hand moving up to run through his brown curls as his teeth sank into his bottom lip. “About us, what I said and what you did. About everything pretty much.” It was a simple explanation, one which he hoped would make things easier for not only her, but also himself when it came to understanding. “Please?”

Scott had left Taylor with one of her friends after having spend most of their day together. He knew she’d want to spend some time with Rebekah, so he decided to go and look for Stiles. The whole quarter was crowded, and honestly calling his best friend would be useless, considering how loud it was. It was rather confusing in a way, seeing as it seemed as the whole town had decided to join for the party, which made him wonder if celebrations usually were that way in New Orleans. Thinking he saw Taylor, he found himself making his way towards the brunette, only to realize that it wasn’t her, so he kept walking trying to spot anyone he knew and it didn’t take him long to spot someone in particular, brows furrowing as he thinks he’s suddenly dreaming. He knew her, but he hadn’t seen her face since the day she’d died in his arms. He remember just how that was.. And it wasn’t that long ago. “Allison..” Her name falls from his lips, before he slowly makes his way over towards her. Scott wasn’t sure if he should be talking to her or not, he feels weird after all. Last time they’d talked she’d declared her love for him, while all life left her body.. Nevertheless he doesn’t stop walking, until he’s in front of her. “Allison?” He asked, brows furrowed as he gazes at her, and it’s clear that he looks as if he’s seen a ghost. "You're back."