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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Iain was rarely a pleasant person. Kind words usually came out of his mouth thirty percent of the time (which might have sounded better but that percentage was including talking to the love of his life). Out of that thirty percent, Teresa probably took up about ten percent of it. Fifteen percent came out of the business aspect of it. Even when he was professional, he wasn’t exactly being kind. He was being very short, but brisk and uplifting. Or downgrading, depending on the quality of the book. The hard part about being a book critic was no one wanted the results to be bad. So they usually reacted negatively to the comments he had about the book. Some looked like they were about to burst into tears. Iain did feel a bit of guilt about that, but at the same time, what did they expect? If they wanted good results, they wouldn’t have come to a man whose entire job was to point out all the negatives (sometimes the positives but again- that wasn’t his job to point them out).

Not to say it was impossible. There were a few that managed to come in the store and he found more positive things to say about it than negative. That usually brought a smile one someone’s face- especially if they had Iain in the past. He was currently waiting for a client whose books were actually thriving. Shamefully, he found that he had judged her too quickly when she first walked into his office. She was young with bright red hair and the highest sense of optimism. A cute little child’s smile on her face, Iain was expecting some unforgiving sappy romance from personal experience as her being the main character. However, it hadn’t been like that. There had been a mixture of stories all about the secret supernatural world. Very vivid and reading it, he remembered it almost feeling like he was about to reach out and touch the realness feel of the words. That was before he knew there actually was supernatural lurking about. Very recently, he discovered the true world of the supernatural. All his life, he thought humanity was cruel. He stayed with this statement. It must have been that these supernatural creatures were the good guys and the humans were the corrupting. Although Iain didn’t know better at this point.

It was the reason he called her in again. He also wanted to know how she was doing. He didn’t like keeping personal relations with his clients, but she was rather sweet and innocent. A type of innocence that Iain never had as a child. His childhood had never existed for him. It was all dark. Nothing happy and there was a constant shadowing reminding him and following him. He was convinced the shadow would follow him all the way to the end of his days. It was less noticeable now that he established a few relationships. The type that would make him feel lighter and happier as a person. The dark Iain actually managed to smile every once in a while. It was a hard road to travel for any strangers wanting to talk to him. Once they succeeding in overcoming whatever haunts Iain had, they were pretty golden. Although he wasn’t sure if this particular woman crossed the line yet, she was almost there. Besides, he was curious to know how the book did. If she had published it yet. He didn’t charge her as much. Seemed somehow wrong.

Iain, with his nice work clothes, was preparing to close soon so that he was able to walk home. Perhaps make a few calls. His glasses hadn’t left his face since the beginning hours. That day, he had been working on this… rather disturbing novel. Not the kind that intrigued the reader to read on. No, it was the kind that readers had to put down because they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the author’s mind. None of it made sense and the theme of the book ran in circles. He was sure that not even soap operas could make something of this. Not to mention there was about eighteen characters, all but one of which were guys, and the main character- the only female- was the target of all of them. This is the piece had expected from Lenore when she first walked in. He was delighted to see it wasn’t like that. Speaking of, he heard his door open, and his head lifted up from his notes, a very faint ghost of a smile across his lips.

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

the moment that you want is coming

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when you wake up, you'll find me

It had been a pleasant surprise for Lenore when she received the call. The redhead remembered her first time meeting the grumpy Iain Wilkins, a renowned, but moody book critic. The man wasn't a ray of sunshine, and based on the reviews the young girl got, he was terrible. 'Another Simon Cowell' some had dared said, but they had also grudgingly admitted that he was excellent. Direct and blunt with his comments, pointing out every damn flaw in their work, and occasionally, occasionally, something good would pop out of his mouth. Though most went to Iain to have their books looked at before they were published, a few had actually told Lenore how good looking the man was, but had failed miserably to capture his attention from their work. The redhead had been unable to help but feel amused, but soon realized that the women had not been exaggerating. Still, she had teetered in with her own work, unpublished at that time, and had received a delightful surprise. Iain had completely underestimated her.

To have him calling her back in was startling, but the girl had wasted no time in gathering her things and leaving the apartment, knowing full well that Edgar would take care of anything. The white raven was unusually intelligent for a bird, yes, even for an avian, yet Lenore had paid it no mind because the bird was no trouble, And he was useful, for he would come looking for her whenever shit went down back home. Although she was a writer of the supernatural, it did not dawn on her that perhaps Edgar was one of them, not even once. She trusted him too much to start popping out any nasty surprises, and she did truly love the bird despite the occasional strange tendencies he portrayed. Such things did include taking a shit in the toilet and her walking in on him. Naive as Lenore was about her bird, Edgar had been with her for about three years, and so far, had not done anything to harm her.

Clutching her book to her chest, she stood outside the book critic's office, her heart beating wildly in nervous anticipation, but she was curious at the same time. What did Iain want with her, actually? Maybe he wanted progress, but perhaps he had not heard that it had been published. Shrugging to herself, knowing full well that she would figure it out sooner or later, she poked her head into his office and grinned upon meeting his eyes. "Hi Iain!" Easing her way in, Lenore sauntered over to the chair opposite his desk and plopped herself down with a cheerful thump. "I didn't expect to be here again, to be honest." She slid her own copy of the book towards him. "I couldn't have done it without you," Lenore grinned, leaning back in the chair, remembering him pointing out the flaws in her writing styles and the loopholes in her stories. He had been brutally blunt with his words, but she had appreciated every single one of his comments. It wasn't everyday that you met someone who could dish out honesty like how you would spread butter over bread like her, it was a neat change from the wussies in school. Those idiots there barely had a backbone supporting their spines, even she wondered herself how she managed to put up with them on a daily basis.

"How have you been?" she asked, gazing at him through wide brown eyes innocently, disguising the fact that she was reading him up and down. Iain seemed a little bit cheerful than usual today, was that a small smile she saw on his face? "How's Tessa?" She hadn't seen the kind fallen angel for a while, but she knew that the blonde was involved with the broody young man in front of her, and made him very happy. Happier than he had been in years, Lenore noted. The perks of being a seer, you knew things. The redhead did not know every story, nor did she know the full background of most of them, but she knew enough to get her by from her visions. And yes, Iain and Tessa had been in a few of them, and it was enough details for the human girl already. She had not written anything down about the both of them though, and what Iain didn't know about her knowing things about him wouldn't hurt him.

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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]It was true- he did not follow up with his clients often. It was something a little too personal, but now that he understood a little more, he was all too curious. Iain was trying to figure out the question that had been itching at him for weeks- were humans the bad and supernatural the good? It never occurred to him until he found out Teresa was one. Him finding out meant they had a seriously bad rough patch that involved him saying… awful things. Awful things he blocked out of his mind. That night, he had seen the ghost of his father beside him as his anger and fear came out. He vowed never to do that again- no matter who it was to. He couldn’t become his father. He just couldn’t. After apologizing to Teresa and confessing his love to her, they had been steady once again. Never happier. It left him thinking. His father was the worst man he had ever known. He was human. Teresa was the best person he had ever known. She was an angel. Did that just happen to be a strange twist of events? Normally, Iain kept questions to himself, but this one did strike him as odd enough to investigate a little bit. Just a little bit.

Plus, finding out how her book was doing interested him. It wasn’t very often he actually liked a book. He was picky that way. Even before his knowledge, he had liked it and enjoyed it. Truly much talent in someone so young (interestingly enough he wasn’t very far ahead of her in terms of age, but he always thought of himself a little older beyond his years because of how hard life had taken on him). He had been busy scribbling down notes about another novel when she walked in. His head shot up, always alert to things around him. Glancing at his clock, he saw that she was right on time. Perfect. He placed his notes and pen aside for a couple of moments so that he was able to fully focus on her. Iain didn’t believe in the art of multi-tasking. It just meant half-doing two things. Whatever he was going to do, he was going to do it to his best. She greeted him in her normal voice, Iain echoing with, ”Hello Ms. Bailey.” The name ‘Lenore’ was more personal for her, and as always, Iain wanted to keep it as professional as possible. Even if this meeting might overstep that boundary. Might make him uncomfortable.

The book was in her hands. The book. The very one. As she spoke, he completely understood what she meant. No, not many people would think to come back to this place. Still, it was good business. Just many times, they had to come back themselves- often fixing the things he suggested and seeing if it was any better. Nine times out of ten, it was. Always made Iain feel like he was doing something better. That was all the point of it, wasn’t it? Perching one eyebrow, he eyed the book in her hand, ”So it was indeed published? Congratulations.” Especially at her age. They couldn’t publish every single writing that came in or they would have books all over the place. For her to find one was actually truly amazing. Iain’s words weren’t said unpleasantly, but he still kept the same expression on his face. Those that knew him knew it was just… his face. But those who didn’t know him well tended to take it personally.

However, the mention at Tessa’s name brought a slow smile on his face. There wasn’t many things that could do that, but she was certainly one of them. How in the world Lenore knew Teresa, he didn’t know, but he also knew that his little social Tessa knew many people that he had never met. Just as he might have known people that she had never met (although that was less likely). ”I’ve been good. Much better.” A couple of weeks ago, he wasn’t looking so good. Pale and thin from lack of food and sleep from the rough patch him and Tessa had gone through. Now he was more lively than ever. ”How do you know Teresa?” He asked, not using her nickname to anyone except for her. This was an important question of what he wanted to find out. If it was close and personal, perhaps she already knew about the supernatural world. If she did not, Iain refused to be the man to bring the reality to her.

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

the moment that you want is coming

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when you wake up, you'll find me

Why Iain had called her back in she was dying to find out. Lenore held her tongue though, even if she was struggling to start bursting out into questions. Why her of all people? She was sure that Iain had dealt with plenty of successful clients, and she was also pretty damn sure that he didn't make it a habit to call in back those that had their books published. The redhead drummed her fingers on her book, glancing down at it with a small, proud smile. It was all her work, her words, her life. She had those visions to thank too, but Lenore was careful to edit the stories to her own liking, and not base all of them off on the visions. Some of the visions were too violent and bloody to write down about anyway, and she had suffered nightmares for a week because of them. A small shudder ran through her body at the nasty thought of them. She hoped that she would not have to experience those again, but her visions were so unpredictable. It was almost maddening, but at least she was holding herself in check.

"Jesus and all that is holy, call me Lenore." Lenore chastised immediately, frowning at the formality. There was absolutely no way in holy hell she was going to start with that shit. The mere thought of her addressing him as 'Mr.Wilkins' almost sent her into peals of laughter. "Miss Bailey...pfft." Lenore sniggered at the term. Jesus, only old geezers addressed her as such. She wasn't going to allow Iain to feel old, even though he was probably about ten years older than her. Ten wasn't such a big number in her own humble opinion.

"Damn right it was." She spared another proud smile, not in the least intimidated by Iain and his professional demeanor in the slightest. The redhead was a child at heart, innocent and determined to stay happy, but she did have a darker side to her that was blunt and maccabre. What Iain didn't know about her wouldn't hurt him though. The human girl wasn't about to grow up anytime soon. Her life at this time was crazy, and at the age of seventeen, she still had a long way to go. She had made many supernatural friends, and was living life at its best. No one needed to be a witch to make friends, but having to know that they were not human made them better. It proved that humans and supernaturals could get along. Lenore did know about the brewing war, but she found it stupid. Give everyone a jug of beer and sit them down at a table, she was pretty sure that there would be world peace then. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy, she glumly noted. It never hurt anyone to be optimistic though.

Lenore grinned. "I can tell. You smile more." Leaving it at that, she rested her arms on the desk opposite her, making herself more comfortable. Since she was here, might as well. "Ehhh, I met her the other day." was her simple reply. In truth, the visions that she had seen about Teresa and Iain had introduced Lenore to the fallen indirectly. A coincidental encounter with the former angel the other day had gotten the redhead talking to her immediately, and the two of them had hit it off. "She told me 'bout you and I was like 'well shit he's my book critic.'" It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. She was treading lightly, keeping her visions a secret.

"Why'd you call me back here?" asked the redhead, smoothly changing the subject before it got too close for comfort. "I'm sure that you didn't want to just talk to me about Tessa. Is there something that you wanted to ask me?"

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