can you hear me*[NOELLE]

[remy]

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FUCK YOU AND YOUR NEW LOVE FOR YOURSELF

There wasn’t a day when he didn’t hunt. He took a vacation, and that had been nice and relaxing, but he wasn’t sure if he could do it again. Really, he took two in a row. For him, it had been great, but he had looked at all the deaths since he left. Seeing the humans and wondering how many deaths he could have prevented if he hadn’t been selfish and ran away. The Ellis clan were on high end after the death of Riley. Roman apparently died as well. He didn’t know who did that, but he was grateful for the help. Taking on an entire family with only a few other hunters with him was incredibly stressful and nerve racking. Remy had always been terrified of the supernaturals. Its what made him hunt the way he did. Fear would give him what he needed. The fear never went away. He hunted so many. Yet, the fear never left. It was the same.

Even if at the moment, he appeared like a man who was walking around and enjoying himself at the amusement park. Working- actually, at the amusement park. Remy always posed as someone. It made it harder to find him whatever allies supernaturals had. They didn’t have friends- they had allies. They were too heartless to go into something as human as a friendship. They didn’t’ engage in something that didn’t benefit them and only them in the end. It was a scratch your back kind of deal. There wasn’t anything normal about it. He hated it. He hated them. Every single one of them that crossed and brought on ways that corrupted the naïve humans. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t known. It meant Jude wouldn’t have gone through what she did. Then again, if he didn’t do it, who would? Small few of others. More in Manuka than others.

The amusement park had some very interesting individuals. He couldn’t count how many teenagers were coming with dates. He hardly dated when he was younger. He was an outcast. Someone that they didn’t talk to. Now he was the outgoing guy that was trying to sell them something. A hat on his head and his hair stick out in all directions out of the smirk on his face while he dropped his natural Cajun accent. Which was hard. So many times, he wanted to slip right back into that accent that he enjoyed and loved and made him feel at home. Instead, he had to cover it up. To hunt. So that when witnesses said something about it, they would say they saw a man who looked like Remy, but was clearly nothing like him by the way he acted. In a million years, Remy would have never been to this place. Loud. Tons of immature children running around without a care of what they were doing. A date excuse so the guy was able to get the girl at the end. Perfect place for supernaturals to hang out.

No one really stuck out. He was sure he was faced with plenty of them, but he wasn’t as far in advance to think there was someone out there that was going to hunt him down in the end. Some hunters were able to just look at a supernatural and tell. Somene that had been doing it for years and years. Remy hadn’t been doing it that long, so he couldn’t rely all on instinct. Though he learned to trust it. If there was an uncomfortable knot in his stomach, this was a supernatural. Most of what he had to do was based on instinct. Instinct this thing in front of you was a monster and that you had to destroy is somehow. Killing wasn’t an easy task. There always had to be some evidence. That little part of him was growing smaller and smaller, knowing it was better to kill one on a feeling than let it loose on the public. Remy was slowly becoming crazy. It was okay for him. He knew it was what he had to do. This is what he had to do to protect all those he loved. Kinsley? Yes, hunting made it rather difficult now. He had to kill the supernatural before sex instead of after because it would be cheating on the fellow hunter. Still. It was worth it. She was such a delight.

He continued to watch people. His eyes diving while his face continued to be cheerful. This was going to be a long night if he didn’t find someone soon.

TEMPLATE CODING BY GOLDEN ALBATROSS OF CAUTION

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[NOELLE LISETTE GRAY]

Things had not been pleasant in Noelle's world Katherine had been breathing down her neck like a dragon, she found out that her Chidle is being pursued by her friend. Noelle was happy for them yes, but it was still a sting knowing what she thought she could have had was just a pipe dream. Noelle didn't truly believe in love, it was a fairy tail that people told themselves to feel better. Love was weak her sire made sure that she knew that, but with Reminy Noelle felt love an emotion that she thought was long forgotten, it was beautiful and pure. Then it ended like a quick slice of a blade it was gone, nothing but the memories remained. While she understood what was happening between her and Lillith that didn't mean she liked to hear it. So she would take everything with a baited breathe and just grin and bare it. She was young still, she knew that her life still had a long way to go, it was hearing the things she didn't like that was the problem. It was ugly blunt and well just a bitch. But, if she had to be honest with herself Lillith was thew only person she would want to hear it from. Because anyone else would probably have earned a slap to the face or a broken neck. Not many were in her inner circle, in fact she didn't like many at all. Reminy and Lillith were some of the few that she had so hearing the truth from them lessened the sting.

None of that was important at the moment though, Noelle was hungry to top everything else. Her eyes would glance around the club that she had found herself at while getting lost in this thoughts. The music was slightly annoying but she could push past it thinking of the goal. Her eyes glancing at all the young woman dancing around, hearing their heart beats in the chest. Rising she would find a blond dancing alone with a whisper in ear, a promise of more they would head to the door back corner. Pressing the woman against the wall, her hands trailing across her body as the fangs pierced her neck. The music drowning out her cry and Noelle got her fill, pulling away with a moan she would gently lean the woman against the wall before licking off the blood and cleaning her own lips. Glancing around she would make sure no eyes saw her before drifting back into the shadows of the club. After a few more moments of dancing Noelle would find herself tired with what was happening. Clubs only became so amusing after awhile any longer then they would become dull and boring. Grabbing her jacket she would step away and make her way out the door. The air would chill against her skin as she walked down the road. Heels clicking against the cold hard ground, having now be fed her mood was slightly less irate. Which would probably keep her less rage fueled and troubled.

Her wanderings would lead her to an amusement park, why she found herself there would stay a mystery but it was full of people and life. More beating heartbeats and people ripe for the picking, for food and for her brothel, it had been awhile since she had gotten any girls. She was running low on new stock ,she needed to get more woman to make everyone happy all around. Her clients of course the girls and Katherine, that bitch really needed to die and just be done with that story of her life. She would miss the male that was sitting watching everything. Her eyes never seeked men out, she didn't find them appealing or worth any bit of her time. Her eyes would be that of a predator though, seeking searching out her next meal and money bag. She would find a group of girls chatting and giggle, a darker look would appear on her face before she would wear and welcoming smile. The fun was about to start and Noelle wanted to play, let the games begin.