ıllıllı ? ﾝﾓﾾ? ﾝﾓﾲ? ? ﾝﾓﾷ ? ﾝﾓﾱ? ﾝﾓﾹ? ﾝﾓﾮ?ￂﾠıllıllı
The Paper Kites - Bloom
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Luna Pov
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MY HEART BROKE INTO PIECES WHEN THE WORDS CAME OUT OF MY MOTHER'S MOUTH.
Presuming and guessing was one thing, but it proving to be real and not some crazy ass dream hurt.
"Your sister was abducted at the airport."
Jilly was the first to ask how, why, and when, I was petrified, teary-eyed and so worried that I was sick to my stomach.
Poor Hayley...
Was her absence connected to the missing alphas? The timing of it seemed too coincidental...
"Right now, there are dozens of locator spells being done to find your sister. Gibbs is also helping out."
I tensed at the mention of my godfather's name, "Can we trust those people?"
My mother nodded, "They are old friends of mine and the Aunts are helping as well."
Unlike my mother's anxious energy my father held seeing rage.
I balled my fists feeling anger of my own. I leaned back from the intensity of it. Feelings were contagious for an empath.
"We don't know why she was taken," my father stood rigid at the door. "But I promise you three, I'll find who did this."
"Babe, wait - -" The slamming of the door cut my mother off. I flinched, feeling her anguish and distress and my own despair.
Pushing my feelings on the back burner I went to comfort my mother and took a seat on the sofa. Even though I wanted to do nothing but wither into the corner of the couch, in Hayley's favorite spot.
Jilly joined me just as my mother broke down.
It was an alarming sight that made me begin to cry.
My mother is a strong woman, it takes a lot to break her down like this.
"I'm sorry you two have to see me like this but your sister going missing is a lot to take in. She was here days ago and now - -"
Jilly and I wrapped our arms around her trembling frame.
"We'll find her, mom," Jilly whispered, I noticed her voice was calm.
"Yeah, we will do whatever it takes," I agreed with my sister, although my voice was less steady.
After my mother shed a few more tears she stood, a determined expression taking over her features. "I have to go find your father."
"We know," Jilly handed my mother her purse and I helped her put on her coat with the fur around the hood.
My mother sniffled and we hugged her one last time before she headed for the door.
Jilian and I stared at each other in silence. Shadow barked capturing my attention. I scratched behind his ears, my fingers numb from how tense I was.
"Do you want me to whip up some fish tacos?" She cracked a smile, only she could smile at a time like this.
She hardly seemed affected by Hayley's abduction but I knew deep down she was hurt just the same as me, Mom, Dad...and soon-to-be Jackson.
God, I'd have to be the one to break the news to him...
I shut my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair, it was growing out, and now it went a little ways past my shoulders.
"Jilly, thanks but I'm not exactly hungry."
I began heading up the stairs, and a crease appeared on her brow.
"Well, I'm not either."
I sensed a long feeling emitting from her. But she did not follow me to my room.
After flicking on my fairy lights I sat at my desk and took out the postcard, tracing the single stunning rose.
It was strangely calming... it helped unwind my nerves and take my mind off Hayley...
Out of my drawer, I pulled out a blank postcard with vanilla blossoms sketched onto it. I took out my favorite calligraphy pen and began writing.
Absence. That phrase can be traced back to a Roman poet. The rose that you drew on the postcard is awfully similar to the tattoo on my hip... do you get where I'm going? Don't be afraid, I won't bite... unless that is you ask me too
L.
I got on my phone and searched for Lucien's contact, before he left Davina's birthday blowout he had given me his number.
Me: Hey, sweetie, would you mind delivering another postcard for me? I don't mean to be a bother...
Lucien: ?Well since you called me sweetie...
Me: ?
Lucien: I'll meet you at Woldenberg park around 10 am, princess ?
Me: Sounds good!
After carefully setting the postcard in my drawer I sat down on my bed.
I could hear Jilly walking up the stairs, humming a catchy toon. Once she reached my door she knocked.
Laying against the pillows I said, "Come in."
She entered my room wearing a wine-red dress with a high slit, a tan fur coat, and knee-high boots.
"Wow...you look great."
"Thanks, I have a date tonight."
I frowned, "At what time?"
"Midnight."
"Mother and father will hardly be happy about you leaving the cabin."
Jilly snickered, "Well, I'm an adult so they can suck it up."
"Hayley just got kidnapped," I snapped. "Are you trying to end up in the exact same situation?"
"Hey," she yelled, "Don't lose your temper with me! I really, really like this guy. I mean it's not like it's my fault she was ripped away from us."
I sighed, clutching my head in my hands...feeling a headache coming on...
"I'm sorry, Jilly, I'm just so stressed..."
"Hey, babymoon don't worry about it."
I glare at her, "How am I not supposed to stress about my sister."
Jilly scoffed, laying down next to me. Her marshmallow perfume filled the air.
"Well for starters, it's not what she would want."
I turned to look at Jilly, her long dark hair was fanned out across the pillow. She was wearing a serious expression on her face. I realized she was right.
Hayley wouldn't want us to worry.
"Tell that to Mom and Dad."
"Oh, I will," Jilly grinned, "after I get back home from my date I'll try to do a locator spell."
There were probably dozens of locator spells happening at the moment but I didn't say that because Jilly needed to feel like she was helpful.
"That sounds like a good idea. I might help with it after my nap," I yawned.
"I know right, I come up with the best ideas."
I laughed, clutching my sides and Jilly smiled softly.
"You know I love her."
My brows shot up, "Hayley?"
Jilly nodded, her doe brown eyes glassy, "I know we argue, yell, and fight...a lot...but I love her. And I didn't get a chance – –"
She paused, her voice breaking.
"A chance to tell her that," she said, turning I hugged her tightly, speaking in a reassuring voice.
"Jelly bean, Hayley knows that you love her."
"She does?"
I nodded, "Yes, she does... how are we going to tell Jackson?"
She sniffled, getting up off the bed. "I'm gonna head over to the meet place, I leave all the hard stuff with you."
I smiled, of course, she would. I didn't mind, it was just a Jilly thing of her to do.
After Jilly left I got my phone out of my pocket and dialed Jackson's number.
"This is cutie here," he answered the phone in a rather gruff voice. Usually, I would have laughed but I frowned instead.
"Hey, Jack, "I've got some bad news."
It was so silent on both sides of the phone that a straw of hay could fall to the floor and we'd both hear it.
"Is this about Hayley?"
I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears before they began to fall again.
"She's been kidnapped."
Over the other end of the phone I heard something break, a glass perhaps.
"Have you tried doing a locator spell?"
"Mom said she has a group of witches doing exactly that, so far nothing's come up. Jilly and I plan on doing one of our own after she gets back from her date."
Jackson scoffed, "Only Jilly would go on a date during a time like this."
I sniffled, "It's just a lot to take in...you know? She was here a couple of days ok and now she's not."
"Don't cry, Luna, we'll find Hayley, alright? I need you to agree with me."
His calm commanding tone excused me, "We'll find her..."
Soon the call ended, and Jackson mentioned that he would find my father and try to get some search groups together. I remarked that I would be doing my own breakdown of what encouraged the day she was taken.
I called Shadow, and my hellhound rottweiler hopped up on my bed and curled up at the end. I felt a bit of peace, knowing that I wasn't totally alone in the house.
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Jilian Pov
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I was a little apprehensive driving to the empty French cafe's vacant parking lot. Well, mostly vacant...a sleek Jaguar was parked in a spot. I parked next to it and huffed.
Glancing over at the time on my phone, I saw that it was 12:01...so I had arrived a little late but that talk with my sister had been needed. My sister's abrupt kidnapping left me winded. I was almost tempted to call this evening a raincheck, but Luna talked me out of it, saying that Hayley would want me to go.
I trusted her words as my little sister was rarely wrong.
Elijah stepped out of his vehicle, I noticed he had dressed down a bit. He was still wearing a white button-down shirt with slacks but without a blazer and silk tie.
I think I liked him better with less clothing.
As he walked towards my vehicle I noticed that his biceps jutted out against the shirt fabric.
What I'd do to rip the shirt off him right about now...
I smirked, got out of Daisy, my jeep, and slammed the door.
"Elijah, you are a sight for sore eyes."
He greeted me with a hug, and I buried my face in his chest, consumed by his intoxicating scent.
Was that Dior? My goodness, the floral notes and amber together were fantastic!
After he pulled away he seemed to sense something was wrong.
"Is everything alright, Jilian?"
I lied through my teeth, not wanting to spoil our night. 'Everything is fine, babe. Now, what exactly did you want to show me?"
He opened the passenger door to his car, "Your carriage awaits, my lady."
I looked over my shoulder for a moment, feeling that something or someone was watching me. I looked the feeling off, and turned to Elijah smiling, "I like the sound of that."
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The car ride wasn't filled with silence. It was filled with laughter.
"You really did that when you were eight years old?"
"Oh, yes, my siblings never messed with me again though."
I laughed so hard that tears began leaking out of my eyes.
"Elijah, you are incredible!"
The elegant man subtly smiled as he parked the car in a clearing. We had stopped in front of a wide, field full of rampant leafy vegetation. Squinting my eyes I saw a few wild pink roses blooming. I mean they were pretty but not what I had expected him to show me.
"You drove fifty miles outside of New Orleans to show me a field filled with weeds and wildflowers?"
His rich brown eyes bore into mine. "No, I drove you fifty miles outside of New Orleans to show you the stars."
Elijah broke eye contact with me and stepped out of the car, and like the gentleman he was...he opened my door and helped me out.
Looking up I understood why he wanted to show me the stars.
There was no overcast or smog to hide the twinkling little things from view. They sparkled against the swarthy night sky...they were so bright yet so tiny... It was beautiful...
"This is how I feel every time I look at you."
My mouth popped open at his words. No boy, man, girl, or woman had ever complimented me so sweetly.
Elijah walked a little ways into the meadow and I followed. Of course, I had to trip.
He was there in an instant, supporting me effortlessly, I winced looking down at my thigh and his hand grazed it.
"It appears you were cut by a thorn."
"Yes," I said, looking into his eyes, less concerned with the cut and more concerned about the fact that his hand laid upon my thigh.
He began to lift it but I stopped him, "Wait, it feels better when you apply pressure."
"Really?" Elijah asked, and I nodded, exhaling a puff of air as he began to apply more pressure.
"I have a first aid kit in my glove box," Elijah said, in a slightly shaky voice.
I smirked, "Don't worry, Lijah, I heal fast - -"
"No, no, no. I insist you let me take care of this."
I giggled, filled with merriment as he picked me up bridal style, carried me back to the car, and placed me on the cool hood of his car.
Despite being cut by a thorn at midnight under a starry night sky, I felt perfect in his arms. Elijah Mikaelson was a man who enchanted me.
While he busied himself with finding the first aid kit, I rearranged my bra and ruffled my hair.
Once he returned, I smirked up at him. An idea began to form in my head...
His brow was furrowed, and he looked focused. "I'm going to place an ointment on the cut before I proceed with the bandaid."
"Sounds good, doc."
He chuckled, and I jumped back, recoiling away from the cold substance that he was massaging onto my cut.
"Mmm...that feels nice, Lijah."
"I know, I could tell by the look on your face."
I smiled, as he placed the bandaid on my thigh.
Just before he could back away, I placed my hand on top of his warm one, which was still laying on my thigh.
"Elijah, what you said earlier about the feelings I stirred up in you was sweet. Please allow me to thank you."
I twisted my fingers around his shirt collar and tugged forward. He laughed once before our lips met.
The warmth in my belly expanded outwards, I could swear he would be able to discern that even though our clothing was a barrier... one I wanted to break.
I began winding my arms around his neck as I slowly deepened the kiss and pulled him closer to me. I became dumbfounded when Elijah suddenly pinned my wrists above my head.
...Suddenly the air shifted...
Never have I ever been in such a compromising position...I kind of found myself liking it.
He became more assertive...his tongue fought mine for dominance. But I never yielded.
I sat up on the hood of his car, and he relinquished the hold of my wrists. I smirked as I coiled my legs around his middle
We both groaned as our bodies became pressed against each other. His fingers found themselves wound in my silky hair, as our tongues danced to an all too familiar song.
The air was chilly but I felt oddly warm as my hands found themselves on Elijah's chest. His heart thumped hard against the palm of my hand. My fingers went to undo the first button, but Elijah's words stopped me.
"Rip it."
Buttons went flying and I moaned at the feel of his naked chest. It was smooth, hard, and hot under my fingertips.
Our lips collided once more, and the breath was robbed from my body in a passionate kiss.
His hands hesitantly traced the curves of my waist. I pulled away from the kiss, panting against his jaw.
"Don't be afraid, Lijah, take what you want."
I watched as his brown eyes darkened as I placed his hands on my hips, encouraging him.
"You are quite bold, Jilian," he stated, chuckling as he lowered his head. I gasped when he began planting kisses along my collarbone.
I called out his name once when his warm lips dwindled to my chest.
The warm feeling I felt in my lower belly was now simmering. I felt as if I was being cooked from the inside out.
No one had made me feel quite like this.
Lifting my hips, I ground against the bulge in his pants. He groaned, and his fingers skillfully unclasped my bra.
I shimmied out of it... it felt good to be unrestrained.
His hands massaged the globes of flesh out of my dress. I moaned, rubbing myself against him again.
He muttered an expletive, did he have to sound so sexy when he cursed?
"My dear, why must you torment me?"
"I'm sure it's a sweet agony and besides I like seeing and feeling you being so worked up," I smiled and threw my head back as his lips wrapped around my nipple.
"Oh, c'mon that's not fair," I whined, at the too-good feeling of Elijah giving my chest his full attention.
"On the contrary it is," he replied, thrusting himself against me.
I moaned, and my breasts jiggled on impact.
"Agree to disagree then?"
His lips curled into a smirk before the chime of my phone interrupted his next words and actions.
I groaned and reached into my coat pocket, it was Luna.
She had messaged me.
Babymoon: Hey, can you come home? Mom and Dad aren't home yet...I know you are on your date and everything but after what I just saw I'm afraid.
Me: What did you see?
Babymoon: A man just dropped off a few tapes of surveillance videos from the airport at the house. I saw Hayley get abducted.
Me: I'll be there in twenty minutes, don't move
Babymoon: Ok, thank you for doing this...
Me: It's no problem, honey
I looked up at Elijah, a concerned expression had formed on his face, "Is something wrong?"
"My sister Luna needs me to come home. Something's happened in my family, Lijah, Hayley was kidnapped."
"I apologize, is there anything I can do to help?"
I sighed and stood up off the hood of his car. "Just drive me back to the cafe parking lot, babe."
Turning to get in the passenger seat Elijah stopped me, with a few quick motions he clasped my bra back in place and rearranged my dress so that I was now covered.
Touched by his kindness, I softly pecked his lips. "Thank you."
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I arrived at the cabin with goosebumps. My heart was still racing from my and Elijah's trip to the meadow. God, I'd have to tell Luna about that! And Hayley after we found her...
Taking out my key ring, I hastened to find the old, bronze key. Once I did, I stuck it in the lock... the door came open and I frowned.
That's weird, I hadn't turned the key yet. Panic struck my heart as I dashed into the house. "Luna!"
I breathed a sigh of relief when she replied back to me from the living room. "I'm in here!"
Shadow came to greet me at the door, I patted his head but my eyes remained narrowed.
"Why in the hell was this door unlocked?"
Luna frowned, "I must have forgotten to lock it back up after the courier guy dropped by."
I shook my head, usually, she wasn't the type to omit such things but I'd cut her some slack since she was going through a lot at the moment.
"Show me what exactly went down."
As I sat on the couch, Luna grabbed the remote from the glass coffee table and hit play.
On the plasma screen, I could see Hayley in her fuzzy cardigan, making her way to board the plane when suddenly a shadowy figure popped up and grabbed her. I watched in horror as my sister was rendered unconscious from a blow to the head. two figures carried her off-camera.
I looked at all the people that surrounded my sister, they had done nothing.
"Why didn't they help her?" I asked my hand on my chest.
Luna's green and gray eyes were narrowed in on the screen.
"Maybe they didn't see the attack. It could have happened on another plane..."
"Cameras can catch that?"
My sister nodded, folding her legs underneath her bottom. "Yes, it's why there are so many videos and so-called esoteric sightings. The people who filmed accidentally came across another plane of existence."
Hmm...that made sense...
"Have you tried to get a hold of Mom and Dad?"
She shook her head, causing her curls to bounce.
"How did your date go?"
I grinned, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. "Oh, Luna he said the most romantic things. And we got to second base!"
My sister's nose delicately crinkled, "What's second base?"
"You don't know about bases..."
She shook her head again and I sighed. "Well, Luna's first base is when – –"
But the front door opened cutting me off.
It was Gibbs. I relaxed, remembering that he had a key to the cabin.
"Is everything alright?" Luna asked, and our godfather sighed. "Yeah, your father asked me to stop by and make sure you two were alright. I was in the city working a case when I heard the news about your sister.. . I'm sorry."
As he spoke the words, he got out his phone, most likely texting Dad. He was so overprotective, sometimes I swore he was possessive of Luna. My theory would explain his aversion to her being with anyone in an intimate setting.
"Did you find anything from the surveillance tapes," he wondered aloud, spotting the tapes from the airport that lay on the coffee table.
"Yeah, one shadowy figure bonking Hayley on the head and carrying her off-camera," I replied.
My godfather sighed, "I know you are worried about your sister, but we'll find her as soon as possible."
He stepped forward and enveloped us in a hug. I sighed into it and Luna did as well... It was nice being hugged by someone you loved.
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Third Pov
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Tempest clouds filled the night sky, covering the stars with their swarthy darkness. The sky rumbled as if it was filled with its own rage.
A woman in a long fur coat stood under a lamppost, searching for her someone.
She sighed, sadness filling her heart.
When Jason Labonair didn't want to be found, he was a difficult man to come across but still, Madeline took the challenge of finding her husband head-on.
She walked from under the lamppost, her eyes glued to the bricks as she trudged forward. A husky voice stopped her in her tracks. But it was not one she had hoped to hear again...
"I thought I'd find you here."
"James."
Her heart stopped, and her mind was flooded with memories of her husband's brother when she had been younger and they had gone out...oh they danced in the rain without care, held hands during the tough times, and when he got tired of hearing her mouth he hit her.
Madeline vividly remembered the first time he put his hands on her...
The spot above her brow had split open from his fist. She went to go see Jason that day, he had been furious, demanding to know what had happened but she lied through her teeth and said she slipped. she had slipped often.
The man with curly blonde hair stepped forward, his blue eyes glinting as he looked her up and down.
"You haven't aged a day, Maddy."
Madeline grew, not interested in his attempt to rekindle flames between them.
"Go to hell, James."
He laughed, spreading his arms, "Oh, but I live there now! You should come and visit me...it gets lonely down there."
Madeline folded her arms over her chest, having no interest in James' mind games.
"What the hell do you want?"
"I just wanted to see you," his tone sounded genuine she almost believed him.
"Just kidding, I'm here about, Hayley."
She swallowed thickly, telling herself not to show weakness. "Are you... did you kidnap her?"
"Well, that's for you to figure out."
James stepped forward emitting dark energy. Madeline found herself unable to step back. It was as if her feet had frozen to the pavement.
His hand stroked her cheek tenderly, collecting a tear of hers from his finger.
"All I can tell you is that I can arrange for Hayley to be quite comfortable. All you have to do is give me something of value," Jame's eyes trailed down her body suggestively.
His face was so close to hers that she could see the green flecks in his blue eyes.
Finally gaining her barrings, she headbutted, causing him to stumble back, clutching his head in pain.
"You never change."
"And neither do you. You're still the manipulation prick I met all those years ago."
James' smile was instantly wiped off his face at her words.
Madeline's phone buzzed, it was a text from her husband telling her to come home.
"Is that my brother?"
She avoided answering the question, staring intently at the man who had caused her so much agony even after he had disappeared from her life... she still had nightmares.
"How exactly can you arrange for my daughter to be comfortable?"
James' smile was sinister and sent chills up Madeline's spine, "because I'm the one who snatched her from the airport. It was easy enough. She didn't fight back as you would have."
She stopped breathing, for fear of her daughter's current state.
"Is she alright?"
James began walking back, "I'll answer that question if you promise not to tell your beloved beau I was here."
Madeline stood, her stomach twisting itself in knots.
For Hayley, she thought to do it for her.
Glassy-eyed and with a heavy heart, Madeline stood straighter, narrowing her eyes.
"I'm listening..."
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28 Days Later
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Nearly a month had passed and Madeline hadn't said anything about James to her husband, Jason.
She tore the warm cotton sheets off of her body, feeling a great deal of shame.
"Hey, you're up early," Jason said, as brushed her velvety curls out of her face. Madeline sighed, blinking back tears. She hated lying to him, it always hurt her so deeply.
She turned around and pressed her lips against his. His hands slipped down the smooth arc of her waist as he drew her in.
Madeline rolled on top of him as she deepened the kiss.
Jason ran his fingers through his wife's curly tresses. He looked at her with nothing but love.
She refused to meet his eyes, mortified about her previous transgressions with his brother.
"You wanna have a quickie?"
Madeline smirked, as she raised her hands above her head and stretched.
"It's too early in the morning for sex."
Jason tickled her sides, and Madeline hunched over laughing. "There is a reason morning sex is a thing."
"We don't have to be quiet, I enchanted the room to be soundproof," Madeline grew excited, throwing her Nirvana t-shirt across the room leaving her upper half completely bare as she grinned down at her husband.
"You are amazing."
Madeline leaned forward, whispering in Jason's ear, "I'm all yours..."
She needed him to hear that.
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Davina Pov
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"Remember, slow, quick, quick," I instructed Adah as I observed her footwork.
She was making slow progress but progress was progress...and practice made perfect!
"Timing is 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3," I said, smoothly executing the simple waltz.
Adah stopped dancing, a frown making its way onto her lips. "Oh, I'll never learn."
I took her hand, over the last twenty-eight days we had grown quite close. We went on daily lunches and sometimes ate Thai takeout for dinner. Hope was over quite often as was Lucien. on their yoga exercise balls.
"Yes, you will, Mommy! You got this," Hope piped up.
Adah sighed, and her blue eyes met mine. I had never seen her look so beaten.
"I'll do it with you ok."
Adah nodded, and I closed the distance between us. The air was heavy with tension and I tried my best to ignore it and focused on the steps of the simple waltz.
"Slow, quick, quick."
She repeated the phrase, as her feet moved to the rhythm of the music.
"1,2,3, and 123!"
I covered my hands with my mouth and jumped, exploding with joy. Adah laughed at my antics.
"I did it! I really did it!"
"You really did," I felt so proud. Adah twirled around the room like any elegant ballerina would have.
She grabbed my hand and brought my knuckles to her lips. I blushed deeply and she smirked.
"Thank you, for teaching me how to dance, dear. I never would have been able to learn without you."
"You're welcome, there is always plenty to learn," I said and she straightened placing her hands on her hips.
"Would you go to dinner with me tonight, just the two of us?"
A multitude of butterflies filled my stomach, their wings fluttering a hundred beats per minute, at the thought of attending dinner with this beautiful woman.
"I'd love that, Adah."
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Luna Pov
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Leaves fell from the trees, and those still affixed to the slim branches rustled in the breeze. I sat on a bench in Woldenberg park, patiently waiting to see Lucien and his usual company Hope.
As I fastened the buttons of my jacket, I sighed. Recalling the last few postcards I had received from Klaus.
You are a clever little thing. Yes, I believe it was me...though perhaps it could have been another. And you should be worried about me biting you, not the other way around. I've been told that my bite can be quite nasty.
K.
I'm having a rough time at the moment, my sister's been kidnapped, and your postcards are all I look forward to. I've been told that my blood is refined, in other words, it heals nasty wounds.
L.
I'm sorry you are having a rough time, and I hope that your sister is returned soon. It's hard to imagine anything happening to you... But besides that, I truly enjoy speaking with you as well. Every postcard I receive from you is kept under lock and key. I fear someone might discover you and take you away from me.
K.
Now, that you've found me what will you do with me?
L.
Seeing Lucien enter the clearing with little Hope perked me up. Rather than sit and wait for them as I usually did, I decided to meet them head-on.
"Luna!" Hope shouted, running to me. I laughed and twirled her around.
"How is the princess today?"
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful."
My eyes widened, "That's a big word, Hope, good job."
I held out an open palm for her to high five and she did a bright smile on her face.
"Here is your postcard, princess," Lucien said, as he handed me the thick slip of paper. "It's a lovely day."
"Yes it is...and thank you," I whispered as I read Klaus' latest reply...
I'm afraid I can not let you go. So, I have no choice but to invite you to a grand ball on October 31st
Athens, GA
Walden Ave.
Triple Shore Hotel: between the hours of 8 & 12
Don't be late, I know fine ladies like yourself are notorious for that
K.
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Dictionary: Empath is the term used for a witch who has the power of empathy, meaning they are able to feel the emotions of others. Plan or Plane of Existence - is a realm or dimension that exists parallel to, within, or outside other planes. There are eleven planes in existence. Travel between planes is typically possible through or. However, not all planes are accessible by all beings and some planes are only known to a few beings.
A/N: Happy Holidays and safe travels!