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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 13, 2017 18:29:03 GMT
| I n amongst the crowd, Mason caught whiff of another dog…so the little wolf wasn’t alone. It wasn’t like Mason was set on causing any sort of trouble, sure he liked to have some fun from time to time, but with the Volturi lurking he knew better. Frowning as he followed Ivy, he sniffed. “I like stalking, people fascinate me,” he said sarcastically. Realistically people annoyed the hell out of him, he was so used to being alone…but these days it seemed better to surround himself with allies. At least that way he felt safer than being completely alone, he had no power the Volturi would want, and he had no leverage to speak of yet. He wandered behind her, heading deeper into the crowds but keeping a safe enough distance that people…mainly the wolf lurking behind the scenes…would see he wasn’t a threat. “So where are you from, originally?” He was hoping the normality of their conversation would prove to the wolf that he meant no harm - his business wasn’t with her, more with the other vampires running around town. “Ah great, I get recommended to head over to the single most boring town in the whole of the United States. Perfect.” Naturally he wasn’t impressed, he liked a bit of action…a bit of fun. Boring was just that…boring. A sly smirk spread across his face, “going by your reaction I’m guessing you are most definitely in that statistic…you just happen to be in denial.” His tone was very ‘matter of fact’ the girl could pretend to be a goody-two-shoes all she wanted but deep down Mason knew supernatural beings all had the tendency to seek out trouble, whether they admitted to it or not. Her question surprised him, he came to a stop. “I was told to come here by someone extremely close to me before she met the eternal death, so excuse me for following her advice,” he was huffing now, not many people could get his back up so easily. “And yes, I do…it gives me something to do whilst I’m resting from fighting crime,” it wasn’t technically a lie, he did fight criminals. With his teeth. He caught up with her and matched her pace, “what about you, Little Miss Wolfy, any guys catching your eye or are you that much of a goody-goody?” So quickly, so easily, Mason was back to his teasing, it wasn’t hard with Ivy - she did seem quite easy to rile up. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 12, 2017 20:52:38 GMT
| I t wasn’t that Forks was a small town, it was just too small for Mason to feel at home in, at least Port Angeles had a little more to offer. Everyone in Forks was too nice, not to mention the whiff of werewolf coming up from the local res meant part of the area was off limits. Mason wasn’t keen on fighting a pre-teen pup just yet. He had no issue with them, so staying off their land was a lot easier than causing trouble for no reason. He’d been listening in to people in the area, trying to find out as much about the Cullens as possible before deciding whether or not to bother introducing himself. Sure, the way Jane had reacted had him intrigued. It would be good for him to make an alliance with these ‘Veggie Vamps’, even if it was purely to get under the skin of the Volturi. Vamp Royalty, pfft. He hated them and everything they stood for. It was more like vampires on a power trip rather than actually laying down the law. It was a cloudy spring day, he looked around as he wandered through the park. There weren’t many people out, and very few came too close to him - it was almost as if they knew without knowing what he was. Not that he would harm anyone, he was more in it for the fun and games with criminals, they were always so easy to scare. Karma came with a big, fanged bite. Mason didn’t consider himself a ‘good guy’, but if it meant that he was less of a monster from time to time then it worked for him. It had taken him a long time to come to terms with this new life, and even now he didn’t fully agree with it. Mason came to a bench, it was still damp from the rain they’d had the previous night…but it didn’t bother him. He took a seat and watched as joggers with dogs in tow passed by, glancing at him and his extraordinary eyes before quickening their pace a little. He smirked, little did they know how close to ’death’ they actually were. After all, that is what Mason was. The Grim Reaper, just with more style and grace, and no dingy cloak to hide his vampiric features. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 11, 2017 15:39:39 GMT
| I t wasn’t that Mason disliked the Volturi…in fact, he felt the whole royal act was more a royal pain in the ass. Who put them in complete charge? Surely there were those a bit more powerful, and overall more able to run vampires accordingly. All it seemed the Volturi wanted to do was to become powerful and control through fear rather than respect. “Uh huh, respect…” the word felt bitter on his tongue. He was a hermit in the grand scheme of things, but if there had to be a choice between joining clans, the Volturi wouldn’t even make it into the top ten for him. “I like to know who is and isn’t worth knowing about,” he smirked a little, raising an eyebrow. “Master,” Mason scoffed a little, if he could vomit - he definitely would be. Was he all that scary that he was considered to be a ‘master’. Ugh, how medieval. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. This wasn’t the first he’d heard of the Cullens, in fact he was seeking them out for advice and to see the extraordinary way they lived - but Mason wasn’t stupid enough to let onto Jane that those were his plans. “Why would you want to take out another vampire so much? Did she get one up on you?” He laughed, now he had to meet these people. If they’d pissed off the Volturi, or at least Jane enough to cause this sort of reaction - they were worth making alliances with. He shrugged, “oh I just felt like a change in scenery, an old friend sent me over this way with personal recommendation…plus the hospital supplies of blood are nicely stocked so it makes life a lot easier,” he chose not to feed on innocent humans, the criminals in the area didn’t fair so well. Raising an eyebrow at her, Mason watched her carefully. There was something not to be trusted about her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Her blood red eyes held secrets far beyond anything Mason could easily guess. But a plan began formulating, perhaps he could gain some leverage here into understanding how to unravel the Volturi. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 7, 2017 20:37:39 GMT
| M ason hadn’t really been paying attention to his surroundings, lost in the peaceful quiet he’d let his thoughts run away with him. He felt alone, truly alone, for the first time in a long time. He kept thinking about his life, why he was here. Now that she’d gone, what else was left for him to do? She hadn’t given him much choice - forced into this complete isolation and having to make his own way around. He let out a breath that he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding. Some day, things would be better - it was just difficult to see that coming when the lonely nights consumed him. This place, and the town of Forks, was kind of exciting for him. Mason had already come across a wolf, something he’d never expected to do. There were more hidden secrets and monsters under the bed than any of these humans cared to notice. It was amazing to him how completely oblivious mankind was to the other creatures around them. Her voice was like a dagger to the heart, Mason felt himself tense up completely. He had felt someone approach him, but he knew from the sound of her sing-songy voice that she was like him. As he turned he noticed the necklace around her neck and the symbol of the Volturi - he froze. Letting his eyes wander up to her face, he figured she couldn’t be older than fourteen. That only meant one thing to him. Jane. Her reputation proceeded her, whispers of the Volturi were common amongst vampires, and Jane was the most spoken about. Her power and the pain it inflicted on human and vampire alike was one to be afraid of. Jumping off the wall from where he sat, Mason hissed under his breath. He didn’t like being caught unawares. “I didn’t know I’d be sharing the view with a Volturi member,” he tensed his body, not ready for attack but more in a defensive way. The last people in the world Mason was going to mess with were the Volturi, they were vampire royalty and he was definitely more up for preserving his life rather than cutting it short. “What brings you this far from Aro and the city of Volterra Jane?” Showing that he knew who she was, Mason frowned. He wasn’t happy that he’d travelled the length of America, only to end up sharing a town with one of the Volturi. That was bad timing. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 7, 2017 20:24:05 GMT
| M ason shrugged, old movies were a good cover - that would be the best to stick to… “timeless classics I like to call them,” he smiled at her. She was a bit too modern, impatient for what Mason usually chose to spend time on, but at least she was someone to talk to. It made him appear more human. Although his eyes weren’t exactly subtle - very few people dared to comment on the red hue…mainly out of fear. There weren’t many humans that could totally handle the truth behind vampires, let alone want to know. It was so obviously there but humans chose not to see it. Something that made Mason wonder what it was that had kept such fragile mortals alive for so long. They were basically sitting ducks. The young girl - Livy - didn’t look too uncomfortable in his presence. This gave Mason the green light to relax a little. Years of practise had made him slightly easy around humans, but only if he knew they weren’t going to jump up and attack him or run away screaming. She didn’t seem bothered to do either. “I’m getting the impression that bothers you…not that I blame you,” he hated being completely alone himself, and feeling abandoned was never good. “Ah! So really, you’re in this situation because your own actions…that’s even more frustrating,” Mason smirked, convinced this little princess act was exactly that. She was much more that a bombshell with a credit card. Her reaction startled him a bit…he figured it was a small town, but perhaps not that small. “Oh, an old friend recommended I check it out, on my list of towns to see before I die…” letting out a small chuckle Mason mentally rolled his eyes. If only she knew that it would be a LONG time before that ever happened. “Is there not really much to see there?” Livy’s response got him questioning his own path. Shaking his head, he sighed, “it was only a little joke…only a couple have been that crazy…and I got them the help they needed…” not entirely true of course, there had been more than a couple but Mason chose it best to not completely freak Livy out. The help…well that would be seen probably more as torture in this modern day. “They also didn’t quite have your taste when it came to fashion, so I reckon you’re safe there…” he winked. “Oh, of course…have you never heard of me?” Mason waited a couple of minutes, letting the awkward moment sink in before bursting into laughter. “I’m not famous - sorry to disappoint - I wasn’t entirely sure why everyone was staring. Had hoped you could shed light on that one.” Of course, he knew they’d picked up on his features - everything drew people in, attracted to his face, his appearance, his voice. It all added up. Still, it was fun to watch other humans squirm when they didn’t understand what it was drawing people in. Although, looking the girl over quickly once more, it could be her they were interested in after all. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 2, 2017 11:35:59 GMT
| M ason wasn’t about to cause a scene in the middle of a human event. It was too much hassle and plenty of these little human-beans were oblivious to the actual world they lived in. Lots of monsters under the bed that they had yet to see. So this little wolf actually did have a name, that was a start. He smirked, she was still very off-ish…totally normal for her to be. It was in their nature to be enemies - but enemies were so boring. Mason preferred to have people that could be of use to him at some point. He was too old for feuds with shifters and the like. “That’s because I’m betting you’ve never had the chance to?” He grinned, “that’s only because you assume we are all the same. And when you assume…you make an ass out of u and me,” he laughed. He made a funny. He settled down a bit where he was sat, Mason could get on here…especially as there seemed to be more supernatural activity here than meets the eye. He could pick up the scent of at least three other vampires in the mix, as well as another mutt. How little humans actually saw what was around them. “Well now, I didn’t say I was here to cause trouble…” He pouted a little, trying to pull off the whole innocent act. It very rarely worked. “You shifters, you all need to chill out.” He smiled at her, Mason wasn’t used to hanging out with them either but needs must. He needed to understand this town from the perspective of a local. As she stood from her seat, Mason smirked to himself. Little wolf wasn’t playing ball. He got up and followed her over to the bin, his grin never leaving his face. “So, from you’re little secret I’m guessing you live over on the Res?” He’d caught the scent of wolves on his way over from Seattle and had chosen to steer clear. Messing with unknown wolfies would be a terrible idea, especially as he’d made the decision to stick around for a bit. “What exactly is there to do around here…apart from the apparent desire from young girls to get themselves into trouble,” he glanced around - girls were staring, Ivy clearly wasn’t one of the popular girls over here. They looked at her with daggers for having his attention…little did they know this little wolf was probably doing them all a huge favour. WORDS; 439 TAG; @ivyadderson |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Apr 2, 2017 11:10:43 GMT
| M ason noticed how Livy reacted to the use of her full name, it was funny. Most people these days tried to always shorten their names, or make it something it wasn’t. it was somewhat amusing. He tried to hide his smirk, she was feisty that was for sure. Little princess could give as good as she got it would seem. “Okay, Livy it is…” he nodded, wanting to play completely fair. It wasn’t like him to piss off a human, only vampires really brought his fun side out to play. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and curiosity - he found it interesting. She was more observant than he had given her credit for. He chuckled, “sorry, that was extremely formal I admit,” Mason wasn’t completely comfortable with so many eyes on the two of them. Usually interaction with humans was on a slightly more low-key scale. Watching her sip her drink, Mason shifted slightly. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to be human, now-a-days stuff tasted almost bland, or ashy to him. Food wasn’t easily consumed but could be done if necessary. “Ah, of course…” he really wasn’t interested in shopping, the last thing he’d brought was the newest version of iPhone, keeping up with the latest tech was more interesting to him. “So you’re stuck here until someone picks you up? That doesn’t seem fair…” Mason frowned a little, he’d never have left any one of his brothers behind anywhere…but then they’d been as close as anything and it was over a hundred years ago. Things were a little different then, sibling respect and all that. “I was just stopping by, I’m heading to the small town of Forks…maybe you know of it?” It was more than just stopping by, Seattle was a big city he could get lost in for a little while. He liked the bigger cities. Oooo Mason noticed he’d touched a nerve slightly. This was going to be more than fun. He noticed her mood change slightly…someone obviously had her back up. He chuckled, “you’re safe as far as I’m concerned, crazy ex-girlfriends are one of the reasons I’ve been moving around,” Well, it was sort of true - his reputation was not a good one when it came to female vampires. He’d never settled, and broken plenty of promises and hearts along the way. Human and Vampire…though he wasn’t sure a vampire heart could be broken. “Though we seem to be causing quite a stir just by sitting here…” Mason had noticed that the two of them had received numerous jealous stares from people walking past or sitting close by. Humans were so fickle. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 28, 2017 17:40:19 GMT
[ | M ason looked the young girl up and down, she did look well dressed. After many years of walking this planet Mason had kept up with ‘fashion’ through the ages. It was funny to see what girls once thought of as attractive become frowned upon and ‘frumpy’. Ankles fully exposed these days - his brother would have a heart attack at the very thought. Back in the day girls were covered up and what lie beneath was kept secret until the wedding night. Now they wandered around in teeny tiny shorts and vest tops. Around him, even in this town that had a constant cloud cover people dressed for summer. It was strange, he never understood it. Surely girls froze half to death and all for the sake of some losers attention…well, usually. Mason himself chose to stick to a pair of black jeans, a plain t-shirt and his leather jacket. Simple, yet effective. He smiled, a girl who liked to shop - how original. “Who can?” his voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was a part of him that hoped she didn’t notice. It wasn’t that he set out to offend people - he just didn’t have the greatest ‘social’ skills. In fact, he was pretty much an introvert when it came to communicating with food. Sure, he chose not to feed on the innocent - but they were still kind of walking blood bags in his mind. Years of not being a human, it was hard to keep his humanity in check. It made life alone easier, not to have…you know… feelings. He noted her surprise at his question, Mason figured it wasn’t exactly the ‘done’ thing. Humans were wary of everyone they didn’t already know. And with good reason. There were bad, bad people roaming the earth these days. “Livy? That’s short for Olivia I’m assuming?” Mason rose from the chair he currently occupied and slid into the one opposite Livy… “I’m Mason, it’s nice to make your acquaintance,” ugh - too polite, humans didn’t talk like that. Cringing slightly, he glanced around them. People had noticed the move - cute girls were eyeing Livy with envy. Ha! They’d had a lucky escape when it came to Mason, he liked to play games. “So, what has you shopping like a mad woman? And alone too? Should I be worried that some jock-type boyfriend of yours is going to turn up and threaten me?” He smirked, the idea of some teen dweeb squaring up to him would be more than fun. In fact, he kind of hoped it happened. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 28, 2017 17:18:06 GMT
AQUAINTANCE Mason is a bit of an obnoxious douche but he can be a gentleman, I feel these two could have crossed paths - Mason doesn’t tend to linger but his maker has gone and I think he’s starting to feel a bit lonely. Maybe start as acquaintances and then move on as friends?
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 19, 2017 17:11:05 GMT
AQUAINTANCE Mason needs friends, potential relationship/forever mate (though doesn’t have to go that way) he's a bit of an idiot at first but if he meets someone he cares about he can be a real gentleman. I think she could make him feel protective.
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 19, 2017 14:47:11 GMT
| H umans, they were a weird species. Not that Mason could talk as…you know, he was one once. But it had been so long that these days they simply just fascinated him. He liked to mingle amongst humans, they were so easy to manipulate - it was his face, his persona that drew people in. Of course, once they actually got to know him they soon hated who he was. It wasn’t that he intentionally made people angry - but it just came part and parcel with the rest of him. He wandered around the city of Seattle, taking in all the sites and sounds. It was fresh here - there was hardly ever any sun which made his life easier, and people tended to par-take in petty crimes. His favourite kind of human, the stupid criminal. They tasted delicious. Mason was a strange vampire in the sense that he didn’t like what he was. He didn’t enjoy feeding on humans per-say - only the idiots that were on the wrong side of the law. Mainly he fed on blood bags swiped from local hospitals - if there was one thing he could do to make the creature he was better…that was it. Sure there was always the chance he might slip up - but after a hundred plus years of control, Mason was pretty good with his thirst. The mall was an interesting place. Kind of modern in a sense - they hadn’t been around when he was a teenager so he’d never been able to enjoy them the way teens seemed to now. Heading into the mall, Mason smirked to himself. This is where the vain, shallow people spent their weekends…well, that’s what he thought anyway. It was also the best place to find a nice criminal, shoplifting or mugging or something. Not that he was thirsty, his fresh crimson eyes accounted for that, but he was bored and hunting was always a bit of a time waster. Taking a seat at a small, independent looking coffee shop, Mason watched carefully. A waitress approached him to take his order, ugh…human stuff. “Just a black coffee, thanks.” He really didn’t understand the caramel, chocolate, minted, no dairy, no fat, skinny soy latte stuff people these days drank. As the waitress bought his coffee out, he sniffed…this stuff just wasn’t appetising. But it added to his ‘human’ charade. All of a sudden, Mason jolted forward, having been knocked by a girl from behind. He glanced over his shoulder at first, before turning his full attention to her. She was a pretty, young thing…with what he guessed was her full weights worth of bags. Mason smiled up at her, “it’s fine, you look like you’re struggling…” letting his gaze fall down to her bags, he raised his eyebrows. “Mind if I join you?” The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying…what the heck? This was bound to be a classic ‘Mason’ mistake. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 19, 2017 13:22:01 GMT
MASON'S LITTLE BROTHER Age: eternally 24 Play By: open Species: vampire Siblings: Mason view appJohn (deceased) Parents: Anne and Joseph Abraham (deceased) General history: Middle child of Joseph and Anne, started a business with his older brother Mason back in the 1857 - however Mason disappeared 5th March 1859 when Henry was only 22. Henry never stopped thinking Mason would come back, but two years later...the same fate fell onto Henry who was attacked by a vampire and turned June 15th 1861. Mason never knew of his brother's turning, they didn't cross paths and though Henry sought after him - listening to rumours and following his path. It wasn't until Mason's little 'friend' provoked the Volturi and ended her life, that Henry got an indication as to where Mason might be headed. Talk turned to him seeking out the Cullens in Forks...so Henry takes it upon himself to find his brother. Other than this brief history - feel free to make him your own, if you have any questions please ask |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 17, 2017 14:33:30 GMT
| M ason’s mouth twisted up in a smug sort of smile, so the wolf could be funny…it wasn’t exactly an insult considering he was pretty dead, and had been for over a hundred years – though to the natural human eye he still looked a dashing twenty five, fresh faced and yet slightly intimidating. It all worked in his favour – the girls in the bars, drunk and vulnerable, always fell for his nice guy act. He wasn’t all that much of a nice guy though – always finding ways to benefit himself over everyone else in his life. “Well now, that’s not very nice…I’d like to think of myself as extremely well preserved,” he jested, leaning back a little and relaxing. She wasn’t going to do anything with all these humans about. Glancing around the area, watching a couple of lovestruck teenage girls fawn over him from a distance, Mason lowered his voice, “you’re very quick to judge, I’m guessing your encounters with my kind haven’t been all that good…” he frowned at her. She was quite tightly wound, and it only made him want to push her further – but this was not the time nor the place, “I like to think of myself as better than that, I’ll have you know I only feed on blood bags from the hospitals – and the odd criminal I find,” he placed his hand on his chest as if he was saintly or something. Not that he was, Mason was pretty sure he sold his soul to the devil the day he turned, but what could do about that now, it hadn’t been his choice to become this creature. Still, he made an effort to not be the total monster everyone would think of him as if they knew – criminals were bad people and deserved to be ‘made redundant’ to this life. “Hey, miss defensive, I was merely showing an interest…” he smiled at her, she was feisty and seemed to put up a fight, like many others he’d come across. Shifters were a strange breed – so temperamental, rub them up the wrong way and they could backfire like a canon gone wrong. Always entertaining to watch, but not always the best move. Mason had many scars from shifter fights – at least she wasn’t a proper child of the moon. Now they really were trouble. But female shifters were the most hot-headed beings, he put it down to the fact they were girls, and girls were known for being completely irrational at times and flying off the handle at the smallest things. Holding his hands up slightly, he laughed “you are extremely easy to wind up, and that was not my intention. I know what you are, yes, but I am no threat – I knew you’d pick up my scent so I’m saving us both making a scene,” Mason was the king of wind ups, but in all fairness he hadn’t wanted her to go shifter in the middle of a crowd. He watched her sip her coke, he had no clue what that stuff tasted like but it looked grim, brown sugary weirdness – and people thought drinking blood was bad! “Anyway, I’m Mason…it would say it’s nice to meet you but it would definitely be nicer if you’d relax, I’ve had over a hundred years practise with this I’m not going to turn into some mass-murder, I’ve only just got into town!” She definitely had her back up and Mason was going to do everything he could to get her to chill out. Shifters, what headaches. |
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 16, 2017 20:34:54 GMT
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so i feel mason and liam could have crossed paths before - mason has headed to forks to see how the cullens live after rumours of vampires settling amongst humans, he's a bit of a trouble maker but needs some friends in his life. he can be selfish and deceptive but i feel liam could know this about him already? just an idea
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Post by Mason Isaac Abraham on Mar 12, 2017 11:02:17 GMT
| T he carnival was busy, buzzing with chatter, people laughing, screaming - it was all just a bit much. How were humans so easily pleased? It was like one little thrill ride and that was it, they couldn’t contain themselves. Jheez. It seemed so ridiculous now. Mason signed and rolled his eyes, after living on this planet for a hundred odd years he struggled to see the thrill in something as lame as a carnival anymore. It was more fun wrestling bears, or jumping off buildings, getting into a bar fight…those things interested him more. The smell of wet dog was filling his head - gross. It was kind of giving him a headache, not that it was really possible for him to get a headache. Still. Mason sat and watched a couple, laughing and playing - looking totally in love. Gross, love. Who needed that in their lives? Didn’t it just get in the way? They would never belong to themselves, only to each other - stuck together in their pathetic human lives, growing old and eventually dying. See, that is what every love story looked like through the eyes of an incredibly old, bitter vampire. They were all the same. Bored, he carried on drinking in the faces and actions of the humans around him. They all acted the same, it was like watching a really bad old movie from the fifties. The world had changed drastically, yet it surprised him that in every small town he visited, humans were all the same. It’s like they didn’t evolve with the rest of the world… Then he saw her, the little mutt causing him all this agro. She was small, easy to take on - not in such a public place though. Young too, she couldn’t have been older than eighteen…years ahead of her to torture and chase vampires with her wolfy ways. She must have already transformed for that scent to be radiating from her - that meant she would know he was here.. Oooh time for a game. Mason liked games, they were his favourite. His eyes narrowed as he watched her pick up a drink from a food truck - she then sat herself on a bench not too far ahead from him. He smiled to himself, she was surveying the area - obviously his stink had reached her. Let the fun begin.. Mason pushed up from his seat and made his way over to the young shifter. As he wandered over to where she sat, he noticed a couple of humans stare. He felt his ego inflate slightly, not that it needed it. His face drew everyone in, and the crimson colour of his eyes made him impossible to forget. He rounded the bench and glanced down at her - taking a seat next to her. “So this place isn’t so dead after all little wolf,” he whispered, knowing full well she’d be able to hear him in amongst the noise of their surroundings. “What’s a young pup like you doing in a place like this?” He looked her over - she was pretty, innocent. Way too easy to infiltrate - maybe she would spill the secrets of this town, he had yet to come across anything that was as supernatural as he was. |
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