Carry on my wayward son [CASON]

[ALEXANDRA JAYE MORGEN]

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But dreams come slow
and they go so fast

[style=height: 135px;-moz-border-radius: 15 15 15 15; overflow-y: scroll; text-align:justify; background-color:ffffff; padding:4px; color:#272727; line-height:1.1em; font-size:9px; font-family:arial; margin: 7px 0px 0px 0px; opacity: .7;]Alex was seriously down on her luck. First, her cat got sick, which was bad. She still had the sickly smell of cat vomit stuck in her nostrils. It's a horrible smell, she would tell you. But when she went to the vet with her poor little Vixie to see what was wrong... well, she needed a little bit more money, to say the least. Her landlord and the power company weren't very happy with her, either. However, she had thought she could pay them this month. She believed she had the perfect little meeting set up with the Sabrer family. She would give them little tidbits of information with promises of more in the future, and they would pay her. Just enough to pay off her debts. Maybe they would even become regular customers. The kind that actually liked the information she had to bring, and would give her their own little stories and plans. Then she could sell that off to whoever wanted. It would've worked well.

Well, that was the plan, anyway. Until the Sabrer family went 'boom'. Literally. Good thing Alex was notorious for being late to meetings, or else she might have had a bit too close a brush with the same fate. Now, however, bills still needed to be payed. And that required money. And what is the easiest way to get money, you ask? Well, you get it from someone else, of course! Which is exactly what Alex finds herself doing this rather chilly Thursday night.

Little Alex had her trusty messenger bag with her, and she was dressed in regular ol' blue jeans with a t-shirt that had a certain bat-themed super hero symbol printed in it, but you wouldn't be able to see this over the black leather jacket she wore for these occasions. Well, the stealing kind of occasions. Leather helps stop bullets, you know... which is what humans generally liked to try and kill her with. However, it was especially chilly out, and that leather jacket really wasn't keeping the cold out as her parka would have. 'Oh well. Rather be cold than dead.'

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She had been scoping this particular neighborhood for a while now. Of course, she avoided the ones with the obvious intruder alarms, and the ones with dogs. She was looking for a bland old house that looked unassuming but might be rich enough to have some pretty little pocket change to... well, pocket. She didn't like dealing with big things like T.V.s or computers. That just took too much time. And they usually had serial codes. Really pointless. So she chose a house that didn't have all that fancy stuff, because they never thought they would be the ones to get robbed.

Alex smiled slightly... well, more like smirked, when her eyes looked at her chosen house of the evening. It was bland, but pleasant. It might be a little short-changed, but they would almost never have any security whatsoever, especially with the grand houses right across the street. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.

She got to work quickly. No need to check if anyone was watching; she would have heard them by now. A quick jog and she was in front of the windows that seemed to lead to a living room. No entrance there. She jumped a fence and went to the back. Nope. Locked. Well, a door would have to do. A few seconds of messing with a bobby pin in the back door and she was in.

It was boring on the inside too. Alex shrugged as she closed the door behind her. No alarms, no dogs. But the place smelled of gunpowder, which was never good. A hunter? Nahh. Hunters were too paranoid to live without alarms of some sort, especially alarms catered to people like her. Unless he already knew she was there... But that wouldn't happen, right? She was too quiet, right? A small noise told her otherwise...
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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

into the night the sound of a fight

Cason's house wasn't exactly anything spectacular to look at from the outside. Especially compared to some of the ones on the street where he lived. The shutters weren't covered in cobwebs or anything but they were a bit faded from the sun. The siding wasn't too crappy but could have used a coat of fresh paint. The only really new thing it could boast was a roof and he'd only done that out of necessity. Getting dripped on when even a small rainstorm could be highly annoying it turned out. All in all though it was a very modest little building among the taller, grander places across the street but the hunter didn't really give a crap. It wasn't as if he'd bought it with the idea of winning some neighborhood beauty contest to see whose house looked the prettiest.

There was a bit of landscaping out front and a nice little patio out back that he'd fixed up a bit in ihs spare time, which wasn't often. One of the reasons there wasn't more work done on the place. He just didn't have the time. It was a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in at night and that was really all he needed. Plus the rent was cheap enough. He'd considered doing the whole rent to own deal but when it came right down to it he wasn't expecting to stay in Manuka that long. Or at least that had been the plan when he'd first moved here and looked at the little house. Funny how things could change so drastically in just a few years.

Still he wasn't banking on living here forever and depending on where he and Cierra's relationship ended up going or how quickly it might not even work for them long term. It was almost surreal, adding someone else in with the plans you had for the future. Instead of 'I'm doing this or that' it was "We're doing this or that' or 'Our plans' instead of 'My plans'. Took some getting used to but he liked it. He was happy too. Genuinely happy. For the first time in a long while. And while he didn't want to not think about their future or what could happen he didn't want to get too far ahead of himself either. Simply enjoying what they had at this very moment and trying not to over think it was his goal.

The inside of the house wasn't much different than the outside in terms of decoration. Simple things like clocks and calenders were hung on the walls. Enough furniture for a few people to sit on in the living room all centered around a well worn coffee table. Small tv and dvd player sat against the far wall and didn't look like they got much use. A table and two chairs was in the kitchen/dining room area, a vase of flowers in the middle of it showing what was likely though only feminine touch in the whole place. Or the only visible one at least. Darkness shrouded most anything else, the faint glow from the display on an actually rather nice coffee maker the only light to be seen.

It wasn't extremely late but Cas had gone to bed a good hour or two ago. He'd been out on a hunt the past few days and after just coming home that morning he was ready to actually sleep in a bed again. He'd spent the afternoon at Cierra's apartment and had been half tempted to just spend the night with her. She'd been more than willing to have him stay of course but in the end he'd gone back home but with the promise he'd be back the next night to stay over. Despite how worn out he was he wasn't the sort who fell asleep and zonked out cold. He tended to toss and turn and generally be a rather annoying bed mate were he to share it with someone. Cierra was a snuggler too so both of them would be more comfortable if he was better rested and wasn't constantly moving around and waking her up.

It hadn't taken him more than five minutes to fall asleep when he had stretched out on the bed but true to form he was already tossing and turning, on his stomach, side, back then starting all over. Being a naturally light sleeper didn't help much either seeing as he was easily woken even on a normal night. He'd been like that since he was a kid and the whole hunter bit hadn't helped that fact, if anything it had made it ten times worse. Even something as little as a light switch clicking on could wake him up anymore. Annoying as it could be sometimes he didn't honestly mind in the long run seeing as he didn't really have to worry about being caught off guard in his sleep. One of the reasons he'd never really bothered to invest in a home security system along with the fact that he couldn't really afford shit like that. Who needed that anyways when you had yourself to rely on?

The sound that had woken him up this time wasn't one of the normal creaking or rattling noises the house made during the night though. The hunter part of his brain still hadn't quite turned off yet (never really did either it just was on higher alert sometimes than others) and went straight into battle mode without Cason really even contemplating why or what the sound could have been. He sat upright, gun already in his hand from where it had been hidden beneath the pillow beside him. Clicking the safety off he slide his legs silently over the edge of the bed and stood up in one smooth movement, gun pointed upward. Padding softly out of the bedroom, he glanced down the hall and seeing nothing out of place kept going. It was probably strange to react this way over an unfamiliar noise but something wasn't right.

Coming to the end of the hallway he paused again, eyes adjusted well enough to the darkness to pinpoint the even darker form of someone standing just inside the back door, not even six feet away. The hair prickled on the back of his neck and his jaw tensed. With no way to see whether the intruder had any sort of weapon Cas took a chance at getting the upper hand. Closing the gap between them in two swooping like steps he pressed the barrel of his gun against the stranger's temple. "You have exactly three seconds to tell me who the hell you are before I put a bullet through your skull," The threat was given in a deathly calm tone and it was very clear that unlike other home owners that might have a gun on them he knew exactly how to use his.

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[ALEXANDRA JAYE MORGEN]

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But dreams come slow
and they go so fast

[style=height: 135px;-moz-border-radius: 15 15 15 15; overflow-y: scroll; text-align:justify; background-color:ffffff; padding:4px; color:#272727; line-height:1.1em; font-size:9px; font-family:arial; margin: 7px 0px 0px 0px; opacity: .7;]She should've known that this wasn't going to go as planned. She always got into a rut, a downward spiral that eventually turned into something that wounded her. The spiral started long before the Sabrer family; ever since she moved to Manuka, really. Nothing has gone her way since she got here, since she moved away from Rainer. Was this the final straw? Or just another bump on the way down?

Either way, right now she had a gun against her head, and it really wasn't the moment for internal debate. "You have exactly three seconds to tell me who the hell you are before I put a bullet through your skull,"

[/i] he had said, and he was undoubtedly expecting an answer. Soon, preferably, if the gun had anything to say. The thing is, she couldn't just outright say what she had planned, 'cuz that really wouldn't get on his good side. But she really couldn't think of another reason that she would be in there. Usually, when she was caught, she didn't have a gun pressed against her head, so she could just shift and run away. For some reason, she didn't think that would work too well this time. So, it was time to stall.

"Would you believe that I got lost and was just looking for a safe roof over my head...? No? Alright..." The last part was more mumbled to herself than anything, a bitter smirk showing up for the occasion. "Okay, how about this... I was being attacked by a vampire. I was running down the street with one biting on my heels, and I came here because I just knew you would help me." She spoke in a sarcastic tone, knowing that no matter what she said, this guy had heard it all. He was a hunter, obviously. Nobody else could sneak up on her like he did. She turned as she spoke, slowly as to not agitate the man further, with her hands up in a placating manner. A surrender, of sorts. Not really, but he didn't need to know that.

Now was the time when she studied the guy. He was athletic and towered over her; however, most people did. She was kinda small. His green eyes were very pretty, though. They were angry, as to be expected, but really expressive, which she knew she could use later on. Not really any fear in them, which was troubling. They were the eyes of someone expecting something like this to happen. Yup, he was a hunter. He wasn't malnourished like many serious hunters were, nor did he have that haunted look in his eyes. This man was generally happy, when his house wasn't being broken into. Which it was. 'I probably shouldn't have chosen this house, me thinks... Oh well. Too late for regrets.'[/b]
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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

into the night the sound of a fight

Out of all the houses on this street Cason really wouldn't have pegged his as the one that would be first choice to be broken into by anyone. Heck he didn't really even try to make it seem like he had more money than he did with any kind of landscaping or a fancy vehicle or what not. His truck was nice for the year it was thanks to his mechanic background and love of fixing up older model vehicles but to your normal thief it wouldn't have screamed that the owner had a ton of money or lots of expensive things. Honestly if anyone ever did try and break in his first thought was that they were coming after him and not the things inside. He'd made enough enemies after all for that to be the most logical thing after all. One of the reasons he was so careful to keep his address and phone number unlisted to ward off both supernatural creatures from finding him as well as fellow hunters who he may or may not have gotten along with very well.

He couldn't say he recognized this woman as anyone he'd ever met before but that didn't mean their paths hadn't crossed. Or he hadn't killed someone that meant something to her. Why he had her already pegged as a supernatural creature he couldn't quite say but his gut was telling him she wasn't human even if she did appear to look like one outwardly. His demand was met with a second of hesitation from the intruder before she ventured an explanation and he responded by releasing the safety with a sharp click that clearly said he wasn't believing a word of it. The action had her changing her story, this time blaming her little visit on a vampire which told him that she did know about the supernatural world and that she was still lying. "The sarcasm isn't doing you any favors," He returned flatly, finger hovering over the trigger. "And it's too bad you weren't being chased by a vampire because then you'd be dead and I'd still be in my bed sleeping," Vamps didn't chase you they killed you. If you got away it was only because of dumb luck.

Annoyed and pissed as he was at this unwanted intrusion he couldn't help but be very slightly impressed at the balls she had to so blatantly lie to someone pointing a gun at her head. Which is maybe why he didn't pull the trigger as soon as she started moving, hands up in a 'I surrender' sort of position. Ha, like that was actually true. As far as he could tell she was unarmed though he was using the term loosely seeing as if she was a supernatural creature she could natural ready made arsenal to use on him at any second. She was staring him down now, not in a defiant way but more a curious one, trying to figure out any weaknesses perhaps? It was what Cas was doing after all as well, taking in the petite figure and almost delicate looking features. Not exactly the type of person you'd peg to be breaking into your house.

He knew better than to judge a book by its cover though and until he knew more about her he wasn't planning on lowering his gun. "How about you cut the crap and answer the question and maybe I won't pull this trigger," Either she was here to steal his things or to kill him. That was basically the only two options he could figure unless of course she decided to open up and say otherwise which wasn't appearing too promising.

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[ALEXANDRA JAYE MORGEN]

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But dreams come slow
and they go so fast

[style=height: 135px;-moz-border-radius: 15 15 15 15; overflow-y: scroll; text-align:justify; background-color:ffffff; padding:4px; color:#272727; line-height:1.1em; font-size:9px; font-family:arial; margin: 7px 0px 0px 0px; opacity: .7;]Well, this guy wasn't in a very talkative mood. Though now that she got a good look at him, she thought she recognized his face from somewhere... eh, maybe she was just being paranoid. As always. "Wow, you're grumpy. Who pissed in your cornflakes?" Before he got the chance to pull the trigger, she went on, "Though I do understand how annoying it is to be woken up. I'm sorry about that." Really, she was. Being woken up before you had the mind to was a right bitch. And seeing it was still the wee hours of the morning, she guessed this guy didn't really want to be up either. Or maybe it was the gun. That could be it.

"Relax. I'm not here to kill you. Really don't have the stomach for it. Or the fangs. Or a gun. You do realize that if you shoot, you'd basically be killing an unarmed woman?" And it was true. Sure, she had fangs and claws in her other "version", but they were hardly dangerous to a dude with a gun. And she sure as hell wasn't going to switch forms. What good would it do to get shot while being a fuzzy little creature? "I'm sure the police won't frown on killing me at all..." Alex clicked her tongue in thought, tapping her lips while doing so, "I mean, that's manslaughter at the very least, maybe 2nd degree if you have a shitty lawyer. And let's face it; based on your lack of anything worth anything around here, I doubt you afford a good lawyer. State appointed ones suck, let me tell you." And that was completely through experience. This wasn't the first time she had gotten herself caught by some disgruntled landowner, though she would really rather stay out of prison this time. Last time she was in one of those places, it took her an entire week to climb her way out. Her landlady was pissed for missing rent, and she really didn't need to be living on the streets again. Honestly, between the two, her landlady was a lot scarier than prison.

Alex studied the man before her again. He looked like he had a rough life. Hair-thin scars were at odd points all around his face and hands, and his eyes... He didn't look like he got much sleep. All the more reason why he was cranky for being woken up, she supposed. And he looked... familiar. Like she'd seen him in a club or on the news or something. Heck, maybe she just saw him around town or something. Or maybe he was hunter and she saw his face briefly before running the hell away. No matter; he just had one of those faces, she guessed. "I don't know you from anywhere, right? I mean, it would be really awkward if you were my long-lost brother or something."

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