Zachary Hawtorn

Upon second glance, looking at Zachary, she remembered his demeanor, or rather hers as well. It was a strange Halloween party, she wasn’t like herself, if anything more daring. They were vague pieces, she shouldn’t have acted that way towards him, so it was her fault as well. “Me too.” she stated looking back at him. She glanced down at his arm “I don’t know what happened there, one second we were having a seat on the ground and….” she paused, he did make advances at her, but in a way she did too.

He shrugged. “I have no idea either. Trust me, that’s not who I usually am.” He wasn’t shy when he tried to hit on something, but he remembered being downright rude and pushy. That wasn’t his style. I might have been, before he found himself back, but not anymore. “And after that we were... well... I don’t even know how to describe it.” He shook his head. “You’re a beautiful woman, but I wouldn’t order you to do anything, just so you know.” He smirked. “That would make things rather awkward, so I hope we’re okay?”

Juliet nodded a little bit. She knew she felt a little different, but she didn’t really put much thought into it. “Well, I guess we can’t do anything about it now. I’m sure whatever you did people will forgive you.” She shrugged. She didn’t get why people felt guilt over things. “Wait. You don’t like not being in control?” She smirked a bit, teasing.

He shrugged. “Maybe. I hope so. Things would get very complicated if they wouldn’t.” He hadn’t spoken to Isa after Halloween, just because they kept missing each other, but he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to find out what exactly happened between them. Besides... he vaguely remembered threatening a few others as well that night. He raised his eyebrows. “Why, do I look like someone who likes others to control them? Trust me, I’ve had enough of that in the past.”

Juliet shrugged. She really didn’t remember it, so she supposed he was right. “I guess. I just want to figure out what happened.” She looked at him. “Any clue?”

“You and me both. I believe I did some really stupid things, but I can’t get things clearer than that.” He had acted like a jerk, seemed more like the truth. With people he actually had to work together with, which made it kind of worse. “No idea. I just hate the idea that someone seemed to have taken over. That’s simply not good. I hate it when someone’s messing with my mind.”

Marcus let out a dry laugh, nodding along. “You, me and everyone else in this town.” Marcus knew he was one of the lucky ones, as he had seen and fully experienced what was going on. He could only imagine what his family would have to say. “Hopefully in a week this will all have passed, and something new and… not nearly as bad as this.”

“Well, at least it’s good to know I’m not the only one.” He had heard a few of his colleague complain as well, even when he hadn’t seen them at that night. Or at least, didn’t remember seeing them. “It’s better to share the whole experience, isn’t it?” He chuckled. “And here I thought I moved to a quiet town where nothing ever happens. What do you think can make everyone forget about that night?”

Gummy was unsure of how things normally were in this town but she doubted Halloween was normal around here. Deciding to explore the area she decided to stop by different places. As the piano played she found herself going towards the sound only to smile back at the stranger. Taking a seat closer she listened closely to the music.

He usually tried not to look at whoever was around him when he played. He played for himself, it was a way for him to deal with his own emotions. It was still kind of awkward when he knew others were listening, so even now he was playing in the middle of a bar, he was pretending to be alone. He looked up in between a bit, but kept playing. It was only when he finished his song, he really looked up, seeing someone he didn’t know. “Have we met before?”

She wasn’t sure how to even make what happened, there were just things she couldn’t quite remember. It was a bit alarming on her end, but she found herself walking, lost in her thoughts. The sound of music playing, it was….nice. As she followed the melody, she took a seat down a nearby bench. Allowing herself to just listen to the sound of the piano. Glancing up at who the musician was, she saw that it was Zachary. Their eyes connected , he gave a small smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes.

He smiled back at Isa. She was one of the people who he had vague memories of, but he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to remember what happened. It all seemed kind of weird, what had happened between them. Still, he thought he at least needed to address it a bit, so he finished his song, nodded at the scattered applause that he got and left the piano before joining Isa. “Hey. I have no idea how much of it was real, but I think I owe you some kind of apology?”

That was the million dollar question for him, to wonder what kind of man she was interested in. “The mystery in wanting to know.” she continued to smirk, he could keep on guessing if he wanted, men want what they can’t have. She quite enjoyed the danger, he believed he was powerful, rather there was truth in that or not, she liked to see him try. Glancing at the contact of his hand grabbing hold of her wrist, she leaned forward so that her lips were by his ear “Call yourself whatever…” she paused, as she slowly reached for her whip. Letting her body press against his, a distraction. “you can’t capture what is not in your grasp” she whispered before flicking her wrist with her free hand, so that the whip wrapped around his arm. She pulled separating them. “Poder? es lo que tu creas.” she chuckled. She was not an easy woman to capture. She had moves that could very well have him on his knees.

“Of course I want to know. Do you realize how rare it is for a women to deny me the way you do?” Even when they weren’t trying to become his wife, being a mistress was a goal for a lot of them too. That too granted power beyond that what most women would ever be able to get. “I call myself by my rightful title.”, he smirked, releasing her wrist and wrapping his arm around her when she pressed herself against him. “And you don’t seem unwilling...” He wanted to make his move when he suddenly felt the sting of the whip around his wrist. The woman he had held in his arms only a moment before, was at arm’s length again. “You dare to assault your king? I could have your head for this, woman...” Then he shrugged. “I have no idea what you just said. Maybe you should take that on with my disgraced first wife. I never bothered to learn her language.”

“The King of England, are you listening to this guy?” Elijah just kept laughing mockingly at Zach.

“Guards?” He started to get really annoyed when no one showed up to assist him. What did he have an entourage for if they weren’t there to punish insolent commoners? “You do realize you are playing with your life, don’t you? I have had my wife beheaded. I would not hesitate to do the same to some commoner who likes to throw around insults.”

He was somewhat interesting, she’d give him that at least. For someone to claim he was a King, and she didn’t really believe it but it was a game she’d continue. Men that were a little more challenging were more her style, and this one seemed like a womanizer. “Hmmm.” she stated looking at him “Maybe such things just don’t capture my interest.” she smiled,  running her nails along his jawline “Handsome, such a shame.” she stated with a smirk.

“And what is it that would capture your interest?” Now he was interested and somehow challenged. A woman, saying no to him? That seemed almost impossible. He should be able to get what he wanted and woman dressing this indecent and not being available when her king made advances... that puzzled him. He grabbed her wrist. No one touched him without his permission. “You realize you just laid a hand on the king, didn’t you?” He smirked. “And you do realize I can have you hanged for that? I am more than just handsome, love... I have actual power...”

The once almost over-talkative Bennett quickly fell quiet, taking a quick intake of his surroundings. Sure, he had no definite idea of where he was, or what year it was, but he could gather from his surroundings that that he wasn’t in the 15th century, like this man’s wardrobe seemed to offer. “I should be asking you the same thing. It’s not every day we see people parading around in… that.”

“And what might be wrong with the way I am dressed?” He looked down and didn’t see anything special. Yes, he had more clothes on than most of the people around him, but they were just dressed very strangely. Like this entire place was bizarre, he had to admit when he took a closer look. “I am merely wearing what is habit at court at the moment, while I do not even know the words for some of the garments I see around me... what is happening here?”

Tilting his head for a moment, Gabriel finds himself thinking back. He hadn’t always been annoyed by children, it had been something that had happened over time. Maybe it was the loss he felt of his own child, the regret of leaving her behind. Still, that was the past, and nothing that could be changed, now. Snapping back into it, he shrugs in response. “Somewhere that thinks it’s a little strange to go and marry six different women.”

“Six?” Zach frowned, not completely understanding what the man meant. “I did not have six wives?” Yet, at least... he felt like leaving his current one, so he didn’t rule out there would be more, but six? That was a whole lot. “Where the hell are we anyway?” He missed his guards and when he looked around, he did see a lot of things he did not recognize... the lights were far too steady to be candles and there were some very strange looking carriages to be found along the roads. “I do not think I recognize this strange place.”

Whatever he was saying, it didn’t phase her, whether he was a king or believed himself to be one. She bowed down to no one.  “A bore huh?” she raised a brow, she can only imagine what annoyance or rather, what anger would do. Moving away from him, she shrugged her shoulders. Men will do what they want to do, but women were smarter. “You must think you’re quite the charmer.” she shook her head in disapproval.

He smirked. “I know I am...” He had seen women throw themselves at him. Do things they weren’t supposed to do, just to get in his bed. Partly because of his position, he was very much aware of that, but another part... he knew they enjoyed it too. Until he got rid of them, that was. “Not convinced about that yet? What would be wrong with that? I have the position and the opportunity, why wouldn’t I use it?”

She almost questioned why he would respond in that way, but something stopped her from doing so. Matter of fact, she felt a cold chill run up her spine and the next second, she was looking at him with curiosity. “King?” she looked up above his head, where a shiny crown should have been. “I don’t see the crown.” she smirked, “If you are a married man, you should be along side the woman you vowed to love now and forever.” she sing songed, moving closer to whisper in his ear “I don’t allow just any man, what would your wife think with such thoughts?” 

“The crown doesn’t make a king. Sometimes I prefer walking around without it. Which doesn’t make me any less of a king. Or any less capable to punish those who are insolent to their king...” He felt like the added threat was necessary against this incredibly impertinent woman.  Then he shook his head. “She is starting to bore me. I changed an entire church to get rid of the forever part... I don’t see why I should limit myself in that case.” He smirked. “How do you think my wife landed in my bed in the first place?”

Elijah frowned a bit but it soon vanished and he just chuckled at Zach. “The King of England? Don’t make me laugh.” He laughed mockingly. “It’s cool though, whatever dude.”

“I am in no way trying to humor you. I am the King of England and I would mind your words if you don’t want your head ending up on a chopping block.” The audacity of the guy was infuriating. If he would have seen his guards somewhere, he would have let him arrest already.