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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]Spencer wished he had a dog. It would be such a good companion for him to have at home instead of being alone. He could afford one or two, but the problem was his landlord. The only pets you could have were ones smaller than a microwave, and Spence had a strong distaste for small rat-like dogs. He would much rather have something big and strong like a Great Dane or a Mastiff. Those small little things that could barely be classified as dogs were ridiculous. The only thing they were good for was being an accessory for a celebrity. Of course he could never do anything to hurt it nor would he ever say anything to their owners, but they were just not as cute as big dogs.

He walked along the man-made path in the meadow that was a long shortcut to the farm where he worked. He didn’t have to be there for another hour, but he couldn’t sit in his apartment for much longer before he went stir crazy. The meadow was a peaceful and quiet with hardly anyone around to ruin the silence. Every so often there would be someone walking along the old trail that he would smile at and ask how they were out of politeness. Then he would carry on with his slow pace. He liked to come here to try and find some kind of inspiration for songs, but lately he had found nothing. He needed something that would help him to create music again. He missed it. There was nothing in life that meant more to him than his music. It was something that he did every day. If he couldn't find muse for writing lyrics, then he would try to write sheet music. If that didn't happen, he worked on making the songs he had recorded into real songs that he could put onto one of the many CDs he had already made. he was still in school, and one of the classes he had to take was music history. It wasn't his favorite class, but it was interesting to see the development of music and what kinds of music were popular in what eras and decades. He liked all music whether it was country, rock, rap, or hip hop or anything in between. It was all meant for our entertainment.

Spencer was definitely a people person. He loved going out and doing things with friends. He wasn’t necessarily a party goer, but he did know how to have a fun time. When he was at a party or had been dragged to the club, he would have a drink or two, but that was just about it. He was nowhere near the partier that his sister was. Spencer hated that she smoked weed. It was the one thing that he would change about her if he could. Drugs were nothing but a pain in the ass and something that took all of your money away from you. He was sure she spent most of her paycheck on pot. Spencer was straight edge and would never do something like that. They called it a gateway drug for a reason, and he didn't want to throw away his life to drugs like his sister/

He didn’t agree with many things that Kenna did, but he wasn’t the type of guy to express his opinion on someone else’s life. He knew when to put in his two cents, and with Kenna, that was almost never. He never felt like getting into it with his sister and he felt like if he ever did, she would just argue enough until he gave in and told her she was right. He loved his sister, but she could really get on someone’s nerves. Especially when she was drunk, which happened so often now that it was surprising to find her sober. He wished he could get his sister back on track with her life, but then he would have to help someone who didn’t think they needed it, and he did not want to go through all of that crap with her.

Breaking his focus was a figure running towards him. She was beautiful…more than beautiful. He smiled to himself. Then he looked down because he was bad with girls, and he heard footsteps getting closer. They sounded more like an animal’s steps, so he looked up and saw a dog running straight for him. The dog finally reached him and jumped up on his legs begging for attention. He was a cute thing, so he bent down and pet it when it rolled over on its back. He laughed at how happy the dog suddenly was. He looked up and saw the girl walking towards him, but continued scratching its belly anyways.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! Days off from work were the best. Now don’t get Marley wrong; she liked what she did and she was lucky to have the job she had. Still, the hours could be long and days like that left little time for Marley to do anything other than sleep, eat, and shower really. Luckily, she only had to work a couple of days a week and the rest she could devote to other things, such as studying – something she often did – or writing. And when the weather was really nice, she loved to take her dog to the meadow to run and play. The park was much too crowded of a place to let her dog run free. Marley had rescued Dexter, her dog, from the pound soon after she had moved into her current apartment. He was some sort of German Shepard mix, Marley thought, but the pound had just classified him as a mutt. Regardless of what he was, he was a rather large dog and despite him already being at least 5 years old (an estimate given by the pound), he had the energy of a puppy. She loved to let him run in the meadow to try to get that energy out and every so often, she ran with him but Marley was always much too slow for Dexter’s taste. So today Marley had just been letting Dexter run. There weren’t really any people around that they could disturb and Dexter rarely went out of Marley’s view. Mostly, he ran around like a loon, snapping at tree branches that were low to the ground. Every so often he’d chase after the tennis ball that the girl threw, but more often than not his attention span was just way too short to retrieve the ball for more than two or three throws before he was back to running in circles. As long as he was having fun though, what did it matter? She had laid out a blanket to lie on and read while Dexter burnt some energy, every so often glancing up from the pages to make sure he hadn’t gone too far. The last she had looked, Dexter had found a stick and was chewing on it. The next time she glanced up, he was tearing off in some direction, his attention clearly caught by something. “Dexter!” Marley called, pushing herself up to chase after him. He paid absolutely no attention and if anything, ran even faster. She was no match for the dog so her best hope was that something else distracted him enough to stop. The girl kept shouting his name though, in case that would be the thing that distracted him. You could never really know with that dog. She stopped running when she saw that Dexter had decided to go get a belly rub from some random guy. That dog absolutely loved to meet new people which often made situations weird for Marley because she completely hated meeting new people. Not to mention that Marley hadn’t been prepared to meet anyone here. She had yet to see anyone else in the meadow at the same time as her and Dexter and now she didn’t have her typical bitch girl shield. It sounded dumb, but it was something Marley had to be ready for. She guessed she was just a strange girl. The witch came to a stop in front of the guy and the traitor Dexter. “I’m so sorry about that!” she apologized, crouching down so she could rub Dexter’s belly also. “He just really likes people.” Marley continued with some baby talk in Dexter’s direction before glancing back at the guy. As much as she hated to admit it, he was actually quite attractive, only making her wish she had had the mental preparation needed when meeting people. She was afraid of doing or saying something stupid to this guy and making herself look like a complete idiot. Coming off as a bitch was a much better impression than some dumb girl. So Marley stood up, clapping her hands in an effort to get Dexter’s attention. “I really hope he didn’t bother you too much. Dex can be a bit of a goof.” And well, Marley figured that was it. She had finally gotten Dexter’s attention and had decided it was time to gather her things and head back to the apartment. She didn’t really want any more surprises today and Dexter was good at hunting out surprises. Marley waved over her shoulder at the guy and then went in the direction she had come from, holding onto Dexter’s collar in case he decided to run off again. She couldn’t get over how weird of a behavior that was for him, since Dexter rarely left Marley’s sight for anything. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES| GAH <333 WORDS| ENOUGH CLOTHES| HERE MUSE| SPILL CANVAS

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[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]Spencer was actually glad the dog stopped to greet him or he would have gotten to work a little too early and he would get done too quickly with his work until the owner came to ride like he usually did. Then he would have nothing to do until he got back from his ride, and he would end up doing things twice over. It wasn’t that he minded doing a lot of work or doing things over twice, but it was a waste of energy and he’d much rather play with a dog than slave over bales of hay for an extra hour. That stuff got a little rough on his back after such a long time.

He looked at the girl as she ran towards him. Even without a smile on her face, she was still really beautiful. He could only imagine how pretty she would be with a grin. He smiled up at her when she reached him and knelt down to scratch her dog’s stomach and talk in that high pitched voice that people often took a liking to when speaking to babies or animals. “What for?” he asked and smiled sweetly. There was nothing to be sorry about. The dog was really cute and he couldn’t help liking him. Dexter, his named seemed to be. It seemed to be the perfect name actually. He looked like he could probably be a police dog and really mean if he wanted to be, but the dog was as sweet as apple pie. Kind of like Spencer, actually. And this girl, too. he pat Dexter’s tummy when the girl stood and stood as well when the dog quickly rolled over onto his stomach. “It’s really alright,” he laughed because he honestly didn’t mind. He loved dogs a lot and didn’t mind at all when they came and said hi. He even liked it when they jumped up onto him begging for attention. It was simply too adorable.

Except she took the dog by the collar and began walking away with him. He waved back at her when she half turned around. Spencer was a pretty outgoing guy, and could make friends really easily. He liked meeting new people and getting new friends. It was actually pretty easy for him, too. He hardly ever got nervous around people. It had been that way since he was younger, too. in school he was the guy that was friends with everyone instead of being in a certain clique, though he did tend to hang out more with his football buddies. He was the kind of kid that stood up for those nerds. He really hated kids that bullied the kids just because they were smart or smaller than a jock. It was uncanny and uncalled for, and when he was there, that crap just didn’t happen. He wouldn’t allow it.

Spencer followed the girl, even though he didn’t mean to seem like a stalker. But she was heading directly in the path that he took to get to the farm. Spencer watched her as she walked and finally decided that he might as well just walk with her instead of follow behind her like a creeper. “Hey! Wait up!” he called after her. When he caught up with her, he grinned. “I didn’t mean to, uh, follow you. I’m actually headed in that direction.” He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Dexter who was panting heavily by now. It was pretty hot today, so he was probably thirsty or something. “I’m Spencer, by the way,” he said after a moment of silence. He stuck out his hand for a shake and smiled.

Suddenly something hit him. it was a sound in the back of his mind. Spencer stopped and closed his eyes and listened to the sounds coming to him. the low chords of the piano came at him suddenly to go along the soft strums of guitar. Then the violin came into the mix and the three played in harmony. He heard himself humming the violin’s solo that came to him. He wished desperately for some blank sheet music and a pen so he could write this down. It was so beautiful in his mind. And it was the first piece of music that he’d heard in his head since last week. When the song was finally over, he looked at the girl. She looked confused but he didn’t say anything. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed about his music, but he didn’t like to share any of it until it was completely finished. He continued walking slowly and tried to change the subject.

He cleared his throat a little and said, “Um.. yeah. So what’s your name?”

[/b] He shoved his hands back into his pockets. There was a pond off to the left and the forest was off towards the far right. The farm was a little ways past the pond, so he nonchalantly walked towards it instead of straight ahead where she had originally come from.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! Now Marley remembered why she liked to keep her guard up and act like a bitch around people. Without her shield, she was much too open, much more likely to make a mistake. Just now she had caught herself about to make one; she was starting to think that maybe this guy wasn’t all that bad. He hadn’t minded the fact that Dexter had come up and jumped on him and while Marley might not verbally admit it, she always thought less of people who had a negative reaction to her dog. Dex was the love of her life, after all. Add that onto the fact he already seemed like a really sweet person and he had a wonderful smile and Marley couldn’t help but like him. That was bad though. Awful, in fact. There were very specific reasons that Marley kept people at an arm’s length and she couldn’t just let someone slip past everything because she had been dumb enough to think that she and Dex would be the only two living souls in the park. Even as Marley thought that, she knew she didn’t have the heart to be mean now. So instead of giving the guy a snippy comment when he asked why she was apologizing like she should have, she said, “because I’ve learned that not all people appreciate big, lovable dogs.” Oh boy. Marley was in trouble. Which was one of the reasons she had hoped to jet it out of there quickly. Yet it’d seem that fortune had other plans for her, seeing as how the guy needed to take the same path as her. She had heard him following her originally and purposely hadn’t tried to say anything to him, only wondering why he was following. As soon as he called for her attention though, Marley knew she couldn’t continue pretending that she didn’t know he existed and she slowed down enough for the guy to catch up. The witch found herself smiling back at the guy before she even knew what she was doing. The moment she did though, she glanced away, running a hand through her hair. His smile was so inviting and she could only imagine that it made everyone want to smile back at him. Marley shook the guy’s offered hand as he introduced himself as Spencer. “Nice to meet you,” she said back. Then her gaze shifted to Dexter as Marley tried to not get sucked into another smile. She didn’t want to make some smiley idiot of herself in front of this guy. She should really be trying to figure out a way to make them split up, but her mind was refusing to work. Instead, Marley would just pretend that she was highly interested in her dog’s well-being, especially because he was beginning to pant up a storm. He must have been tired from all the running he had done and that combined with the heat was definitely taking its toll on the poor guy. She was about to part with the guy for a second time and say she needed to go get Dexter some water when she heard him begin to hum something. Marley stayed silent, staring curiously at Spencer. She wanted to know what he was humming because it didn’t sound familiar in the least bit, but she also didn’t want to interrupt him. And when he was done, it was clear that he had no intentions of telling her, since he changed the subject. “Marley,” she introduced herself to the guy. The witch was still clearly distracted, trying to come to a decision. While Marley shouldn’t be trying to get to know him better, she still wanted to. And that meant prying, even though she hated when people did that to her and tried to avoid doing it to anyone else. “What had you just been humming?” Marley asked, almost nonchalantly. She didn’t want him to feel pressured to answer. The witch had all intentions of continuing to walk with Spencer and listen to him talk, but they were starting to come close to the pond. Marley had let go of Dexter’s collar a while ago and she had been too distracted to remember just how much Dex loved the pond. As she caught sight of said pond, she remembered instantly but it was too late. Dexter had already spotted the pond and went tearing towards it, jumping in with little to no hesitation. Crazy dog liked to think he was part duck or fish or something with the way he ran to and swam in bodies of water. “Dexter!” Marley called, trying to get him to come back to her. It was more of a halfhearted call though, since she knew she wouldn’t be able to get him out of the pond until he was ready to get out. Marley gave Spencer an apologetic look, slightly embarrassed at how awful of a dog owner she must look like. She obviously had little control over her dog, what with him running like a loon through the meadow and now swimming as if he had been born to live in water. She must have been giving Spencer quite the impression. Not that she should worry about it; she shouldn’t give a damn about what Spencer thought. In fact, it’d probably work better for her if he thought negatively of her. Then Marley wouldn’t have to have this internal debate about pushing him away or not. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES| GAH <333 WORDS| ENOUGH CLOTHES| HERE MUSE| AWOLNATION

[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]The boy was outgoing, to say the least. He could make friends easily just with his smile and good humor. As long as people were nice back to him, he usually talked to them until one or the other had to go. He loved people. They were what made the world go around, and without them there would be nothing. Of course nature would probably like it a lot better without humans dumping waste everywhere and hurting the atmosphere, but other than that he couldn’t see the upside to no humans. Supernaturals often thought that humans should only be used for food or as slaves or something, but Spencer was sort of one of them. At least a fourth of him was human. The other part of him was vampire and mermaid, which he really didn’t mind. In fact, Spencer liked being half fish, as some liked to call it. Even if he turned into his mermaid self when water hit him, it was usually an easy life. Both he and Kenna had figured out how to shower and be clean without turning into half fish. Other than that little bump in the road, it was easy being a mermaid. His life was normal and easy, and he had liked it that way.

But then of course it had all changed, and now he was always looking over his shoulder and always managing his hunger to make sure he didn’t full on attack someone when he had the urge. He had heard of vegetarian vampires and met one named Eleyna, but he had yet to go and talk to her about how to keep his hunger under control. He was a little scared to go and see her actually. Even if he didn’t necessarily want to throw that fact out there to the world, he was scared at being the kind of vampire that fed on innocent humans uncontrollably. He just wanted to be his normal self again without having to worry about whether or not he was going to kill someone that day. It was kind of a lot of stress on him, and if he didn’t figure out some way to control himself he was probably going to be taken over by the beast within.

Spencer looked at Marley and her adorable dog and couldn’t help but laugh. “But you have the most adorable dog, ever. How could someone not love him?” he pet the dog’s ear again before she stood. He always loved dog owners, even if his senses were heightened and he could smell the dog better (which was not a very good one, either). Still, he didn’t mind a dog’s scent so he was actually really okay with werewolves, too. he had a good friend named Harper who he knew was part of the giant Way family who was also cousins with his other werewolf friend Chandler. That giant of a man was one of the nicest people he had ever met, so they automatically got along. They were pretty alike, even the whole beastly thing, but Chandler could actually control when he wanted to become a werewolf. He was lucky, unlike Spencer, who was just like a sitting duck waiting to be taken over.

When he had caught up with the girl, he couldn’t help but notice that she seemed a bit nervous. He didn’t like making people nervous really, but sometimes with his outgoing demeanor it often happened. He could be really out there sometimes, so he stuck his hands in his pockets and tried not to freak her out too much. Then he saw her smile again, which only made his grin widen. Maybe he was just over thinking things and needed to just be himself and not get all worked up over nothing at all. “Yeah you, too.” Spencer wondered if she thought that it really was nice to meet him, or if she was just saying that, but then he realized he was overthinking things again and looked back out at the pond.

“Pretty name,” he complimented sweetly and a little awkwardly. He didn’t really want her to ask about what he had been humming, but she instantly did so. Sometimes Spencer was just a really unlucky guy. “Um, well it was just something that came to mind…” he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and balled his hands into fists. “It’s actually the first thing for a while. Funny how I heard it when I met you,” He raised his eyebrow in curiosity and wondered if it were some kind of sign. He hadn’t heard a single note in his mind until just now, and it seemed like she was some kind of key to it. It was definitely interesting, that was for sure.

Marley broke his train of thought when she called out for Dexter, and he looked up instantly to see the dog run straight into the pond. It was filthy water and he could already smell the dog covered in mud and water. He couldn’t hold back the snicker that escaped, and he instantly covered his mouth to try and hide it. “Sorry. Your dog is a goof,” he laughed again and started walking towards the pond with Marley who seemed kind of embarrassed though she shouldn’t have. Dogs had minds of their own when they got really excited about things, so it was understandable that Dexter run into the pond full speed. Sometimes he wished he could do things like that; just not think twice about something, go out and do it. But he always thought about what he was getting himself into before he did anything. It was something of a curse that held him back a lot of the time, but he couldn’t help where his mind went.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! Why in the world was Marley trying to fight back a goofy smile at this exact moment? It wasn’t like Spencer had said she was adorable or anything, but it was like her brain was trying to translate the comment that way. Maybe it was just because Marley had a soft spot for anyone who could find her big, crazy mutt loveable. It wasn’t always the easiest thing. Luckily though, the witch had been able to hold back most of the smile – other than maybe a very faint upwards curl of her lips – and shrugged. “It’s quite possible,”

[/color] Marley answered. “I mean, no one adopted him before I did.”[/color] She thought that was probably because Dexter was already pretty huge yet acted like a little puppy. He was too much energy if you didn’t want to put up with it. Dex really was a sweetheart once you got past all of that, but it was a lot of work.

Though clearly Spence didn’t have that issue. Maybe because he had just met Dexter and really had no other attachment to the dog other than the couple of minutes he had spent around the mutt. But even if it was that, she couldn’t help but to start thinking that she wouldn’t mind being friends with Spencer. Now that was very dangerous territory for the witch. She didn’t make friends. Hell, she avoided the activity like the plague. You just couldn’t trust people. Marley had learned that over the years and she had stuck rather well to that mantra. Unfortunately, it seemed like Manuka was the wrong place to settle if you didn’t want to make friends. Everyone was always so very nice and Marley felt awful for being an absolute bitch to them. Like the guy from the emergency room that she had treated the other night, or the guy she had met at the zoo and ended up going on a date with. No matter how mean she was, it seemed to roll right off them.

Then take Spencer, when Marley didn’t have any of her defenses up. It was a complete and utter lost cause. Marley had no clue of how to not be friends with him by this point. The only thing she could come up with was to hope that she would never see him again outside of this time so she’d never have to be mean to him and she wouldn’t have to worry about trusting him. Except even thinking that caused a slightly hollow feeling in her stomach. What the hell was wrong with Marley? Acting like this was entirely un-Marley like and she couldn’t get herself to stop. It had to be because she was being entirely too nice. But then again, how could she not want to see someone who thought her name was pretty and was full of nothing but smiles and compliments?

At least she could take her mind off of it a bit with conversation. Those could all be future worries. She didn’t have to suddenly decide to not ever see him while she was standing here with him. Instead Marley should enjoy the time – even if that might be a mistake – and think about everything else later. Pushing all of those thoughts to the back of her mind, she focused entirely on the conversation she had started over Spencer humming. The one he didn’t want to have. She was so very good at making people feel uncomfortable even when she didn’t want to. It was an ingrained talent that could trace all the way back to her time at the orphanage.

Marley nodded as Spence explained what he had been humming, noting how his body language was completely screaming how uncomfortable he was. Whoops. But she was going to continue the conversation anyway, because she truly was curious. The witch was about to ask if he wrote music when he continued talking, saying how he hadn’t really thought of anything until he saw her. In that moment, Marley was very grateful she rarely blushed. In fact, she could have almost done a little jig of joy from just how happy she was about that. The blushing, not the music, simply because she would have been so very embarrassed by that. Though knowing she was somehow different because he had finally heard music for the first time in a while? Well that was another reason to be happy. She hadn’t ever been special enough for something like that honor.

Really at a loss for words, Marley had wandered towards the pond and Dexter, hoping she could get her mind to stop racing. It shouldn’t be. It was just a silly little comment but she couldn’t stop herself all the same. Knowing that Dexter would be a while in the pond, Marley sat down on the ground a couple feet away. She figured that Spence would sit with her, unless he had somewhere he really needed to be so she quickly pulled herself back together so she could carry on a normal conversation like she hadn’t had a huge internal explosion.

“So do you write music, then?”[/color] the witch asked, continuing to pry. As bad as she felt for sticking to a topic that clearly made Spencer uncomfortable, she couldn’t stop herself. If he felt uncomfortable, then he’d most likely concentrate on himself and his own feelings rather than paying attention to Marley and analyzing her. Marley hated attention on herself and would do anything to avoid it, even if it was at the expense of someone else. Just another survival technique that Marley had picked up and couldn’t break.


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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]Spencer could tell that she was trying not to smile though he couldn’t understand why. He loved to smile, and never held one back unless it just wasn’t the right time for grinning. He knew the difference between serious times and ones where he could just be his regular self. He was often seen as an outgoing and nice guy, which was mostly true. Really the only times he was ever mean was when he was a vampire or if he got angry at something. Of course he didn’t have rage issues or anything, but he, just like everyone else on earth, did have momentary times when he would get mad at things and yell. It happened more than he would have liked it too—especially since he had been turned. It was just one of the many reasons he disliked being a vampire.

He needed to find the guy that had turned him. Easton was his name. Spencer sincerely wished that he could track Easton down, but it was difficult when he didn’t know how to. He had no clue what his last name was, if he even lived in Manuka; nothing. He was a blind duck and it killed him not knowing where the guy was. Spencer really only wanted to connect with him to get a few answers that had been irritating his brain for months. He could also ask him about alternative ways to feeding instead of killing humans because Spencer cringed just at the thought. His vampire side thought that human blood was the best thing since sliced bread though, and he didn’t yet know how to control the urge that fired in his belly whenever he smelled that sweet red liquid.

Spencer didn’t notice until know how good Marley smelled. It wasn’t just her blood though. Everything about her was nice. She had a pretty smile and hair that was meant to have fingers run through it. Her eyes were a rich chocolate brown to match her beautiful skin. He didn’t want to sound like a complete creeper, but damn if this girl wasn’t one of the most gorgeous creatures he had ever set eyes on. The fact that he could tell that she didn’t think the highest of her looks made him even more intrigued that he already was. She didn’t seem like your typical twenty something year old girl. He looked down at the dog and smiled. “Was he a puppy when you got him?” he asked. “Because it wouldn’t count if no one adopted him before you due to him being so young.”

Because he was so friendly with people, he did have quite the handful of friends. He didn’t necessarily have a best friend, though he did think himself closer to Talia and Jude than his other friends. Those two girls would be the absolute death of him he swore it. Talia was always coming to him with boy problems or stories about her and Kale. He didn’t really mind it, but sometimes he just didn’t want to hear about how amazing her boyfriend was. He’d rather just chill out and watch a movie or go riding (which he was still supposed to teach her how to do). And then there was Jude. She was probably one of the only people in Manuka that he could be completely himself around. He sometimes acted like a little middle school girl in front of her but she didn’t even seem to notice. She was just so easy to feel comfortable around and she never judged him. But she was afraid of vampires, so he could never tell her his secret. He was too afraid that she’d not be his friend anymore and that’d be painful.

He could practically feel his cheeks turning bright red when she asked him about his music. He wasn’t too good at being up front about what he wrote, and was actually very self-conscious of a song until it was completely done. Even after though he still worried as to whether or not people would like his work. It was nerve wracking knowing that he could have done a shitty job, but as long as he liked it that was all that really mattered, right? Well….no not really…at least not in his mind.

Spencer was so unlike his sister in this matter. He actually did care about what people thought about him. Kenna could care less about anyone but herself and her own opinions and she was too hard headed to ever get a point across to. It drove Spencer and their dad bat shit crazy, but there was no changing her. Not that he necessarily wanted to or anything, but there came a time where Spencer wanted to bang his head against the wall and get her to just shut up and take someone else’s opinion into consideration.

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground. “Yeah, I guess,” he replied with a nervous little laugh. To try and get the subject off of him he asked, “Do you write at all?” he’d be interested even more in her if it were possible if she did write. He liked hearing about other people’s work instead of talking about his own.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! If Marley started to smile more frequently, people would think she had either been abducted by aliens and this was a replacement or that the world was going to end. No, really. The witch rarely smiled. She hadn’t always been like that, of course, but it was something she had developed the more time she spent bouncing around from foster home to orphanage to foster home. She hated showing emotion, preferring to remain stoic around nicer people who stayed out of her business. If they didn’t, that was typically when Marley turned bitchy (though to be honest, that happened really quickly with her, seeing as how she had little patience most of the time). In her mind, do something as simple as smiling would be like giving away a little part of her and the more you did that, the more you let people in. Marley had no intentions of letting anyone in because that was how you ended up getting hurt. Hell, she rarely even smiled around Cameron, which was saying something since the two were technically dating now. He was someone that she should have been able to trust, by this point, and she was still finding it so very difficult to do that. And then you threw in Spencer with his easy charm and brilliant smile and it quite frankly scared the fuck out of Marley. She had warmed up quicker to him than to well, pretty much anyone in her life. That on its own was frightening enough to the girl but the even more terrifying part was that she actually had to fight it back. Never before had Marley ever met someone that made her be herself. It sounded 100% cheesy but it was true. The witch had never had the overwhelming urge to just forget the rules she had been living by for basically the past 20 years or to tear her walls down. It was almost funny, though, how Marley could be having an internal meltdown but still be able to control her outward appearance enough to have a simple conversation about her dog. Such sharp contrast. But it was most likely the self-control that she so wanted to abandon right now that was helping her act normally. Maybe it wasn’t such an awful trait to have, at least in some circumstances. “I don’t think so. He was a little older. But the pound doesn’t really know how old he was, you know? Just estimates.” They had told her that Dexter was probably about four or five years, but Marley could almost swear he kept growing and getting bigger. She was probably wrong of course. All of his extra energy always made him seem bigger and less unmanageable to her, especially when she came home from a long day of work. She still loved Dexter and wouldn’t change a thing about him. If they continued on this rather neutral topic though, Marley was thinking she could make it through the rest of this conversation. As long as attention wasn’t direct at her, she was okay. As it would seem, Spence was having a rather similar thought, though about himself. If anyone could understand that, it’d be Marley. She spent more time ducking questions than answering them and knew what it felt like to be on that end. Regardless though, she didn’t want to turn the situation around. Spencer, however, must have because he was only giving her couple word answers and wasn’t providing any details beyond the bare minimum. She was going to ask what he meant by “yeah, he guessed” because in her opinion, how could you guess you did – you either wrote or you didn’t – but he had been too clever and asked her a question instead. Well fuck. That was probably one of the most personal questions he could have asked her. Marley wrote, yes. Not music but stories. Or to be more honest, she wrote snippets of stories. Things that would never amount to anything. Whenever she was struck with words or inspiration or a situation or something, she scribbled it down and that was it. No one read it, ever. Not since Ava had died. She had been the one who had gotten Marley into writing and she was the only one Marley ever showed her journal to. Since then, she just had journal after journal of random writing that sat in her apartment. She almost always had one with her, in case inspiration struck while she was out, but if someone asked what she was writing, she’d put it back into her bag and stalk off. So what was she going to say to Spence’s question? She couldn’t outright lie to him; just thinking about it made her feel guilty. But on the same token, she didn’t want to say yes and have him ask what she wrote. Or worse, ask if he could read it. That was a definite no. She might’ve been feeling more comfortable around him than most people, but that still didn’t mean he had the privilege of that. No one did. Marley had to give him an answer though, so she finally did. “Yeah, I do,” she replied, hoping such a curt answer would give Spencer the hint to not ask more. In case it didn’t though, Marley figured she should completely get rid of the chance for him to. Yet, the words kept spilling out of her mouth. “One of my foster mothers had gotten me into the habit. It was something she always enjoyed.” Whoops. Marley wanted to take those words back. She had never, ever revealed so much about her past to anyone, much less to a practical stranger. Marley had to get out of here before she made any more mistakes or he asked more questions. “You know, I should really be going,” Marley said, standing up and dusting off her butt, hoping grass or leaves didn’t decide to stick. That’d just be embarrassing. “Dex is going to need a bath after his swim and I have stuff to get done.” Not a complete lie. Dexter was definitely going to need a bath, though she didn’t necessarily have other things that needed to be done immediately. The girl just need out because she started saying even more to Spencer. “See you around!” she said quickly, scooping up her bag in a haste and calling Dexter in a hurried manner. That much was true; she did want to see him again, but definitely knew she shouldn’t. With one last small, rare smile in Spencer’s direction, she headed back through the meadow to her car, Dex trailing happily behind her. She was in such a rush that she didn’t even notice her notebook falling out of her bag. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES| GAH <333 WORDS| ENOUGH CLOTHES| HERE MUSE| AWOLNATION

[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]Trusting people was always easy for Spencer. He usually always thought the best of people, even when he knew he shouldn’t. he honestly couldn’t help it because he would always think about how much he wanted people to see the better side of him—especially when they were faced with the evil vampire side that he tried so hard to hide and keep at a minimum. But Spencer was well aware of the evil side of himself and that alone was something that a lot of people couldn’t say…well if they did have a side like that, or even close to it. He knew a few people who didn’t have a bad bone in their body and it made him just a little jealous. It made him long for the days before Easton had bitten him and made him into what he is now. Spencer really missed the days when he didn’t have to worry about whether he was going to suck someone dry that day, or if he had drank enough blood to keep that side of himself under control, at least for a little while longer. It was a constant fear and a constant battle within to know that at any second he could attack the person across from him.

The little fear crossed over him for a second, but he reassured himself over and over that he had drank blood last night and this morning, so he didn’t have to worry about it. Spencer thought that if he did suddenly feel something come on that he would do something about it. He couldn’t drain this girl, not even if he wanted to. There was something so peculiar about her that he couldn’t quite figure out. But Spencer wanted to get to know her better, even if only for a while. If he didn’t suppress that curiosity, he would always think ”What if…?” and he knew he couldn’t live with that. There were too many what-ifs in his life already that he didn’t want to add any more to his list.

If Marley were having some internal battle—which apparently she was, Spencer would have never noticed. She looked completely content to Spencer, which made him all the happier because he didn’t like it when people were dissatisfied, especially with him. It was in his nature to please the people around him, especially the people he cared about (his sister being the most important). And even if he had never met her before today, he still felt like he would have had to do something just to make her smile. There was far too much sadness in the world in his opinion, so making other people happy was a way of giving the world a little more happiness, at least around him. It was also something that made him feel a tiny bit better about the destruction he brought upon people when his vampire side came out.

But he didn’t want to think any more of that part of himself, so he focused his attention on Marley and her amusing dog. Spencer nodded and smiled over at the hyper dog. “He’s just got the most adorable personality, so you must just be a very lucky girl to have snagged him.” Spencer grinned over at Marley. He couldn’t see how anyone could dislike a dog that was so excited about life in general. He was the kind of dog that Spencer wished he had should there not be a rule forcing him to not have any animals at all.

After a brief embarrassing moment, they had gotten onto the topic of writing. It was something that he had enjoyed doing since he was younger whether it be music or poem, which he could then turn into lyrics for the band he was in. Spencer was always curious about other writers, and when Marley said that she did, he was instantly more interested in her—if that was somehow even possible. Spencer looked at her with a curious look and shoved his hands in his pockets to keep his hand motions from being too extravagant, showing his excitement. “What do you most like to write?” he asked, hoping it wasn’t too forward of a question. Spencer wondered about her family, but didn’t ask because he could see that she didn’t really like talking about herself. He wanted to know everything about her and he hardly knew the girl. This was so new to him, but he welcomed the feeling easily, knowing that it would take more time than he liked. Still, knowing her at all was better than her being a stranger. He felt like he would miss her even if they hadn’t met.

So when she stood, he felt a slight panic come over him. Spencer stood and watched as she grabbed her things. She left in such a rush that he could barely choke out a word. He stuttered out a goodbye and looked after her in utter confusion. One second they had been having a lovely conversation, and now she was gone…just like that. He stood there a moment and tried to put together what just happened. It was all such a blur. Spencer looked down at the grass, shook his head, then looked back at Marley getting smaller and smaller as she hurried away. Spencer saw something fall, but he couldn’t be sure what it was. “Marley!” he called out to her, cupping his hands over his lips to make it louder. She didn’t hear him and was already in her car and driving away. "Shoot." Spencer started jogging towards where the object had fallen.

When he reached the place around where it had fallen, he had to look around before finding what exactly it was. It was a notebook. He opened the cover and saw that it was her writing and immediately closed it again. He knew how private a person’s work was. Spencer clutched onto the notebook and started off for work now that there was literally no way of getting to Marley, for she had driven away in haste. Spencer sighed with a slight regret. He wished he could have somehow stopped her from leaving him so quickly so that he could have gotten some kind of contact information. It would have made finding her in this big city all the easier.

two weeks later

Spencer’s backpack weighed lightly on his shoulders. He was in a local grocery store located around the corner from his apartment looking for something to bring home for dinner. He had plenty of food at his apartment, but nothing there looked appetizing and his stomach was growling loudly. He knew it couldn’t have been a hunger for blood because he had had three bags of donated blood this morning. It was his human side that longed for something nutritious. Spencer looked through soups, greens, meats, practically everything until he came upon the little Ramen Noodle section. There was a different kind of noodle dish that caught his eye though. It was an Asian cuisine, Kung Pao Chicken, and it only cost $0.89. he was sold.

He picked up a few in case he wanted some later on in the week. Spencer walked up to the counter and looked outside just out of curiosity. That was when he saw her. Marley walked by with what could only be described as a scowl on her face. Spencer quickly put his items onto a closed lane’s moving belt and told the cashier that he’d be right back to pay for them. He rushed out of the store and hurried after her. “Marley!” he shouted exactly like the last time he had run after her. He pushed through the small crowd and finally reached her unlike last time. “Marley!” he said and touched her arm, spinning her around to face him. “Hey,” he said slightly out of breath. Spencer gave her a smile and felt his heart race, not because of the sprint to her, but because of her in general. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered and could instantly feel his musical muse come back to him, though it had been good after seeing her once, it felt twice as good in the mere seconds he saw her. he just couldn’t figure out what it was with her, but he wanted to keep his high spirits up and see her more if he was going to constantly feel like this.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! Conversation about the dog? That Marley could do. She could easily talk about her big baby boy for hours on end. Dexter was one of the greatest joys in her life and she never seemed to run out of things to say about him or stories to tell. And it was a safe topic for her. Rambling about Dexter meant she never had to say anything personal about herself and it also meant she didn’t have to try to redirect the conversation to focus on the other person either. It was a win win in all situations. “I really am lucky,” Marley agreed, watching the mutt splash around in the pond like it was the greatest thing in the world to him. Writing though, writing was a bad conversation topic. She should’ve lied. The witch should’ve told Spencer that she didn’t do anything of the sort. Of course he’d be curious about it. That was the natural thing, right? And Marley had no interest in talking about her writing with anyone, much less someone she had only known for such a short time. At the same time though, he had such an open and honest face that she couldn’t even stomach the thought of lying to him. That wasn’t the kind of face that was used to people lying to him and Marley wasn’t about to do that to him. So instead she had answered truthfully and not long after, his more curious question was asked and Marley decided she had made a mistake. While she didn’t want to lie and she didn’t want to be unnecessarily mean to him, she also didn’t want to answer his question. The witch physically couldn’t talk about it. She hadn’t since her foster mother had died and she couldn’t just start now. It was the main reason she had to rush out of there after a quick “pretty much everything,” response to Spencer’s question. She didn’t want to seem rude, hence all the excuses to leave, but she also didn’t want to seem like an asshole by continuously shutting down Spencer’s questions. Sure, they were probably purely curiosity, but she wasn’t about to play 20 questions today. -------------------------------- The past two weeks hadn’t been too kind to the witch. If she was going to be completely honest, they had been down right awful. It was one of those times where everything that could go wrong did go wrong and then some and honestly, Marley was tired of it at this point. She had lost her notebook – the beginning of her troubles – and had no clue of where to find it. She tore her apartment apart, dug through her things at work, and searched the car multiple times, all to no avail. At this point all she could think was that she had left it on a bench or a table or somewhere, even though she was usually very careful about things like that. And that meant anyone could read it. Marley never let people read her writing and now it was out there for just any wandering eye. As if she wasn’t stressed out about that enough, everything else had gone downhill, too. She kept getting the absolute worst patients at the ER and whether it was coincidence or on purpose, it didn’t matter. The witch just hated dealing with people like that and it did nothing to help her mood. Dexter also chose this week to run away. He had slipped out of the apartment and took off running. It took her over three hours to find the dog laying in the park grinning in that way that dumb dogs do. And just to top off the awful, Marley’s paycheck was late and she needed it for groceries. Since she was just about out of food back at the apartment and couldn’t very well wait until her paycheck decided to show up, the witch decided she had to try to stretch the last of the money she had to buy as many groceries as she could. Which in and of itself was quite a hassle, seeing as how she had to wander around the store multiple times to make sure she was getting the best price she possibly could. Plus now seemed to be the prime shopping time so there were far more people there than she felt comfortable dealing with. Finally though, Marley had all her shopping done and once she paid, she threw everything into her backpack and made a beeline for the door. The sooner she got out of here, the better. She wasn’t paying attention to anything around her, solely focused on getting back to her apartment and chilling with Dexter for the night. That would be a good way to de-stress just a little bit, even if she was still worried over her notebook. Marley was so focused on getting back to her apartment that she didn’t even realize there was someone calling her name. She wasn’t even vaguely aware of someone trying to get her attention until someone touched her arm and Marley swung around quickly, her mind going over a thousand possibilities of who it could be. “Hey!” Marley snapped, ready to give whoever was touching her a piece of her mind. The witch stopped short though, honestly not expect the person she saw. “Spencer?” Marley asked, though clearly that was who was standing in front of her. The smile on his face caused a similar one to spread across her face, until she told herself she needed to compose herself more. It was ridiculous how hard her heart was beating at seeing him again, especially because she had only seen him once before. “You can’t just startle people like that,” she said, the statement coming out nowhere near as sharp as she intended it to. There was something about this guy that made Marley feel like she needed to be a better person and she wasn’t quite sure if she liked that or not. It was certainly a new feeling for her. 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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]There were tons of things Spencer could talk about easily. He liked knowing that he was good at conversation because he liked making new friends. People were the only thing that made the world go round, so why isolate yourself from the essentials of life. He had never really gotten the concept of being a hermit or going through life alone. He thought it would just get really lonely and dull and there would be nothing to really live for. But he could, however, understand being wary of getting to know a lot of people at once and he could understand why it would be hard to trust people that you knew absolutely nothing about. He had been there before. But that had been when he was younger, before his sister had taught him that you couldn’t just live your life without friends of any kind. He might have taken it to the next level when he started making new friends all the time, but it was something that made him happy. Before, he indulged most of his time in working at the farm and making music. They were the two passions he had in life and they were what he lived for. Without music he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. It was his sort of creative outlet and that was where he put all of his emotions and feelings towards life and its events. So he knew what Marley meant about writing about pretty much everything. “Yeah, same,” he said before she hurried off.

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Spencer hadn’t meant to scare the girl. He just wanted to get her attention was all. He waved a little when she said his name. “Hey,” he said feeling a little awkward. He cleared his throat and was about to tell her about finding her journal but she spoke before he could. “I called your name a couple of times, but you didn’t hear me, sorry,” he said feeling a little bad that he had frightened her. Spencer was pretty much incapable of scaring people intentionally unless his other half came out and did it for him. But regular ole Spencer was sweet as apple pie with whipped cream on top. He hated the fact that he was now part vampire and fed on poor animals. Animals did nothing to deserve to be drunk to death. But there was nothing he could do about it now. There was no such thing as a cure for being a vampire and now he was to live forever with this cursed life. He had tried looking on the bright side until he realized that there was so much wrong with living forever when your entire family was mortal. Everyone he loved would die at some point or another and he would eventually have to tell them that he was now a vampire because they’d figure out that he wasn’t aging like he was supposed to. But he didn’t want to tell them now. His family had enough to worry about so Spencer didn’t want to add to the burden.

As he remembered that he still needed to tell her that he had her notebook back at his apartment. She should probably get it now while he thought about it or he’d eventually forget once again. So Spencer said, “You, um, dropped your notebook back at the meadows a couple of weeks ago by the way. I picked it up and called after you, but you had already driven away. I have it back at my place safe and sound, so…” he trailed off wondering if she’d rather him just bring it to her some time or if she’d rather just go get it now while they were together. She could be going to work or something, but then she’d have her scrubs on, which she didn’t, so he ruled that out. “Are you busy?” he asked so suddenly he almost surprised himself. Spencer scratched his chest and frowned a little. Marley probably had a million and one things to do and the last thing she’d want to do was waste time with him. He could always just drop off her notebook later since he wasn’t doing anything at all. He had just been planning on getting some food and watching a movie or something at home since he didn’t work that day for very long.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! Even though the statement hadn’t come out as snippy as she had meant it, Spencer still looked like a puppy that had been scolded. Marley often felt bad for giving a snarky remark if they didn’t deserve it, but now she felt downright guilty and also like she wanted to rewind time a bit to stop herself from saying that to him. She actually was an awful person when it came right down to it, Marley was realizing right now. Sure, maybe there were a lot of people who deserved a snippy response in a situation like this, but Spence sure as hell wasn’t one. Probably the last person who deserved it, in all honesty. But could the witch be blamed entirely? She had always been jumpy when it came to situations like this. Marley had spent her first year in Manuka living on the streets before she found other witches who helped her out. You didn’t meet the greatest people out on the streets and you definitely couldn’t trust them without spending excessive amounts of time around them. And it didn’t help that when all the Radical attacks had been happening around the city, Marley was involved. She had gotten pulled into a closing restaurant by one of the hunters, which had made her even jumpier than she had been before. It made her realize just how awful the world could be even when she had thought she was past that period in her life. Spence touching her arm like that reminded her of being grabbed and dragged into the restaurant, which of course didn’t help her response to him. Him apologizing made her feel even worse, if that was possible since Marley was already feeling so awful about it. “Don’t be,” the witch told him, though it wasn’t in a bossy or demanding matter. She honestly didn’t want him to feel like he had to be sorry that she overreacted to him trying to get her attention. It wasn’t like Spencer knew she hadn’t heard him, nor did he know how she was going to react. “I should be apologizing.” His next sentence though caused Marley’s anxiety to spike. Spencer had her notebook? This entire time she had been looking for it and someone else had it. That wasn’t good. “You haven’t read it, have you?” Marley shot back quickly, the snippiness back in her voice. She hadn’t meant for it to, but Spence having her notebook was serious business. Sure, Marley didn’t want anyone to read it. She didn’t want anyone to see what she wrote and then judge her on it. Her writing was her innermost thoughts and it was scary that someone could just pick it up and read it like that. It was even worse than that, though. Marley used that notebook for everything, not just her stories. She wrote notes about supernaturals as she found out more about other species. And she wrote her spells and certain reminders to herself in them too. Which herbs were good for what and where she could get them. Mistakes she had made with previous potions and how to not make them again. Everything. As much as Marley hated the idea of a stranger being able to pick up the notebook and read everything in it, at least a stranger couldn’t link it back to her. They could think it was just the ramblings of a crazy person and not put much faith in it. Things were different with Spencer being the one who had it. What if he read it and he saw all of that? He’d judge her. Anyone would. Especially if he knew nothing about the supernatural world (and Marley had had no indication that he did). Oh god. And Marley didn’t think she could deal with Spencer thinking she was absolutely off her rocker. The witch couldn’t explain it, but she cared what Spencer thought of her. It was a new feeling for Marley and she didn’t quite know how to go about it, but she knew she didn’t want him to think the worst of her. Marley was so nervous about the notebook situation that she could barely focus on the conversation anymore. She would’ve missed Spencer’s question if he hadn’t looked so unsure after it. But she saw his expression and she was able to backtrack a bit in his head and realized what Spence had asked. “Oh, no. I’m not. I just…” Marley trailed off, running a hand through her hair. She was trying to prioritize her life in her mind. The witch had some cold groceries in her backpack, so those needed to be in her fridge as soon as possible. And she needed to let Dexter out again. Even though her notebook was very important, her dog was more so. “I need to go check on Dexter first. I don’t live that far away.” CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES| GAH <333 WORDS| ENOUGH CLOTHES| HERE MUSE| SUPERBOWL

[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]Spencer noticed how her features softened when she realized that he hadn’t meant to scare her. he smiled just a little more. He understood why she’d been freaked though since this town had a lot of bad people. Unfortunately spencer was one of those bad people, except he never could remember what happened during those nights when his other half came out. He had tried so hard to contain that other side to himself, but spencer wasn’t perfect and couldn’t always remember to feed enough and even then his other half still sometimes managed to come out. It scared spencer to think about what he did when he was so hungry that he couldn’t contain himself. He wondered what kinds of shenanigans he did or if he killed people. Spencer hated thinking about killing people. He could have killed someone he really loved.

He made himself stop thinking about that because of the girl standing in front of him. He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Don’t apologize,” he said. It was understandable after all why she would be like that. She was just freaked out and probably didn’t like the feeling just like any other person. Spencer actually hated being scared, so he purposefully didn’t watch scary movies or suspense movies. He got freaked out too easily and stuck to action movies most of the time. Though he did sometimes secretly enjoy a romantic comedy. Usually he only saw them when he was with a lady friend or something, but he always enjoyed them.

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. “No, I didn’t open it at all,” he said. He understood how personal someone’s writing could be and why she wouldn’t want anyone to read it. Usually spencer didn’t let anyone read his unless it was completely finished or someone else was helping him work on the piece. He didn’t even like having people help him on most of his stuff though because his taste and tactics were different. He couldn’t work in some order. The music and lyrics usually just came to him out of the blue. For instance, when spencer had first met Marley, he had been having a total lack in inspiration for anything. But he brought it out in him somehow. She brought the music to him. She had been his saving grace that day because he had been muse less for weeks. Since then though music had been coming to him from right and left. He could feel it now, too, though he didn’t hum anything out loud like he had the other day.

Suddenly he felt something come over him. His vision became blurred and his senses heightened. He could smell Marley’s perfume and shampoo like he was right on her skin. He could hear people’s conversations all around him, car horns, sirens, a gun shot a few blocks away that would have been muffled by all the commotion around them otherwise, a bird chirping. The world somehow moved slower for a second as he looked around connecting the dots. Spencer panicked for a split second before he changed completely.

He looked at the girl standing in front of him. She was gorgeous, but what was he doing here? He had never met this girl before. Apparently she was inviting him back to her place. Who was this Dexter person though? Her brother? Possibly her kid? He couldn’t be sure. But he wasn’t going to deny some fresh meat. She looked tasty enough to eat. Spencer straightened his posture and smiled wickedly, a glimmer of malice in his eyes. “I’ll walk you there,” he said. He wondered how that pathetic excuse for a man, his other half, could get someone like this sexy as hell girl. He was weak and had no game. He was surprised that he could even talk to someone this good looking without stumbling over his words or making a fool out of himself.

Once again, something came over him. Spencer could tell that his time was up, but how? He had just gotten here? His senses were beginning to dull, but he held onto his control as much as he could. “No,” he whispered. But it was too late. Spencer took a deep breath and finally regained his composure. Somehow he had come back. His puppy dog eyes looked at Marley in confusion before he realized what happened. “Sorry,” he said and began to explain before he realized that if he did, she’d think he was crazy. So he kept his mouth shut. “Um… which way?” he asked and looked down the sidewalk, trying his best not to look back into her eyes, which he knew would be curious to find out what the hell just happened.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! The witch couldn’t help but think this was a huge testament to Spencer’s character. She had pretty much just whipped around and bit his head off and here he was telling her to not apologize. He had every right to be pissed but just wasn’t. There weren’t many people like that. At least to Marley’s best knowledge. Spencer was a rarity. Though she couldn’t say he was quite so lucky to meet her. Bitchy people were a dime a dozen and never a good mix for people like Spence. In much of Marley’s experience, it never ended well for the nicer of two people. Which, of course, was exactly why Marley shouldn’t talk to Spencer. She didn’t want to be responsible for that. But, well, the witch was finding it difficult to walk away. It had taken a lot of effort to leave that day in the meadow and that had been when she was convinced she’d never see him again. But now that she knew she could just randomly bump into him? Well that seriously weakened her resolve. Maybe it was selfish of Marley to be wanting to hang around Spence because he was such a sweetheart, though she couldn’t say there was much she’d do about it at this point. And clearly he had to be at least a somewhat trusty person. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he have opened the notebook? Any other curious person would’ve. Hell, Marley would have if the situations were reversed. She understood the privacy of a notebook, but her nosiness would’ve gotten the best of her. Not Spencer though. The witch was already starting to get the sense that Spence was one of those people who were essentially perfect, yet kept surprising you with just how good they were. Honest to god, Marley was ready to believe he didn’t have a single bad bone in his body. It was such an optimistic view to have of a person and it was completely foreign to the witch. Yet, she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. It didn’t matter right now though. First things first, right? She had to get her notebook back from Spencer. And before that, she had to deal with groceries and Dexter. Marley was about to turn to start heading towards her apartment when she noticed a strange look on Spence’s face and it caused her to pause. “Spencer?” Marley asked, wondering what could have caused the sudden shift. Was he not feeling well? That was about all Marley could come up with, as dumb as it sounded. Though she couldn’t say that he necessarily looked unwell. It was stranger than that. He didn’t even look like Spencer, at least the one she had met. Physically, sure, he was still the same person. It wasn’t like that had changed. He just seemed off. But it must have just been Marley’s imagination because in a moment Spencer was saying he’d walk with her to her apartment. She was just overreacting. With that all squared away, the witch was about to continue on to her apartment when Spencer changed again. This time he was saying sorry and Marley turned just in time to catch the puppy dog eyes. Well now Marley was confused beyond belief. What in the hell had just happened? There really was no explanation for the mini Jekyll and Hyde vibe she had just gotten from Spence. Or at least, she couldn’t come up with a logical one. Of course Marley found a nice guy and then he turned out to be insane. That was just her luck. “Spencer. What just happened to you?” Marley asked, trying to figure out if this was something she should be wary of. The guy wasn’t meeting her eyes and that in itself was probably the most worrisome sign to Marley. In all the time the witch had known Spencer – which, granted, wasn’t long – eye contact had rarely been a problem. So what was making it one now? God, she was so curious about all of it. Curious and a little frightened. Marley had been about to lead Spencer back to her apartment, after all. If there was truly something awfully wrong with him, she didn’t want him to have any clue of where she lived. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES| GAH <333 WORDS| ENOUGH CLOTHES| HERE MUSE| MUMFORD&SONS

[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[style=padding: 5px; height: 200; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto;]Spencer was a gentle-hearted kind soul and had always been. He couldn’t help that whenever he saw someone in need, he felt that he should help them in some way. It had always been that way. His sister, Kenna, was the complete opposite though. She never really thought of anyone but herself unless she could get something out of them or if she was very close to them. Spencer was about the only person that she thought of outside of herself, which he thought of more as lucky than anything else. The two were siblings though and that, thankfully, counted for something to his sister. She was a good person though when she wanted to be and when she willed herself to not be selfish on the occasion that that happened. Kenna just had this hard exterior to her that was difficult to get past. But once a person was past that, they were past it for god unless they did something to break her trust. And Spencer had never done that before. He loved her too much to hurt her; Spencer loved everyone too much to purposefully hurt them.

That was why this vampire side to him freaked him out so much. His other half was completely opposite of the regulat, normal Spencer. It scared him to know that when his inner monster came out, he basically killed humans for not only food, but for fun. Spencer had had plenty of nightmares since he changed; nightmares that consisted of him feeding on people and watching their eyes as the life drained out of them agonizingly slow. He didn’t know if these were memories or dreams, but whenever he thought about them, he always felt nausious and clammy. Now though all he could think about was Marley.

But that changed when his vampire side had slipped out. As soon as he realized it though, he was normal again. He looked down at Marley as she looked at him in utter confusion. Spencer took a few deep breaths catching up on what had just happened. He caught his breath and shook his head at Marley. He didn’t want her to get freaked out by him, but it seemed that that had already happened and now there was no going back. All he could do now was hope that his vampire-side stayed hidden where he belonged, at least long enough to get him through the rest of the day until he could go home and feed on the blood bag in his fridge. He didn’t need to scare someone he was starting to really like.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” Spencer gave her the sweetest smile he could possibly muster up and sighed. Spencer contemplated telling her what was going on with him, but if he did tell her she would probably run away scared out of her mind. He had always been a truthful guy, but this was one secret he couldn’t let escape. If it did, his entire world would be turned upside down. Half the people he knew would most likely leave him and never want to see him again. The only people who actually knew about his condition were Kenna, who had just recently found out, and his fellow band mates due to the fact that he had randomly burst out of practice one day when the smell of a car crash which had killed both drivers happened around the corner. He had gone and fed on them and they had found him there covered in their blood. It had been really embarrassing, but they had all accepted him. Spencer had yet to tell them of his vampire’s sadistic, evil ways just because he didn’t want them to think he was different. He was just going through a rough patch that was all.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] RIGHT ON CUE! There was something about Spencer that made Marley want to inexplicably trust him and that was a problem for the witch. It was strange for the witch, seeing as how her motto was to pretty much trust no one. Letting someone in was giving them the power to hurt you and everyone would hurt you eventually, whether or not it was intentional. That was a lesson Marley had learned from bouncing from foster home to foster home, one right after another. She had no intentions on going back on that lesson. So far, yeah, the witch had been lonely, but she hadn’t been hurt by anyone and Marley thought that was far better than having friends. Marley wasn’t even sure she trusted Cam entirely and the two were dating. It wasn’t that she thought Cameron was awful or anything. In fact, it was the opposite. He had been nothing but a fun loving sweetheart who could put up with Marley’s sass since the witch had known him. And she did genuinely like to spend time with him. So no, it wasn’t that. She just knew that dating could be risky and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to commit herself to it fully just yet. But to be honest, he was the first person in a long time that she had considered trusting. And then Spencer came along and made Marley rethink her whole philosophy. He seemed too sweet and innocent to hurt anyone ever. That probably should’ve made the witch more suspicious, but it didn’t. In fact, she found herself wanting to believe that he was telling her the truth. Spence couldn’t lie, not in the witch’s mind. He just seemed so harmless as an individual. Even though Marley knew what she saw and knew it was somehow strange, she couldn’t help but believe him saying he was fine. The little ‘I promise’ at the end only reaffirmed Marley’s belief that he wouldn’t lie so she just brushed the entire incident off. It was very un-Marley like of the witch, but she wasn’t even sure she cared at this point. “Well then, we have to walk this way,” the girl said, starting off towards her apartment. The walk was a rather quiet one, though Marley thought it was a comfortable silence, at least on her part. Normally, the witch would feel like she had to say something in order to not make the walk unbearable. It just wasn’t the case with Spence though and Marley was beginning to think he was going to be an exception to a lot of her views on life. She didn’t know what made him so special and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to question it yet. Mind as well just let things go where they were already heading. It didn’t take long for the pair to get to Marley’s apartment building and it took even less to climb the two flights of steps up to her apartment. The moment she put her key into the lock, she heard Dexter run excitedly towards the door. She knew she’d find him sitting on the other side with his tail wagging like crazy. He did that every time Marley came back, like it had been days since he had seen her. It was okay though; Marley loved her dumb mutt something fierce. Besides, it was nice to know that someone was excited to see her home, even if it was just a dog. Marley did have to admit that Dex did help her feel a little less lonely. Once the door was unlocked, Marley pushed it open the entire way and crouched, causing Dexter to run up and cover her in dog kisses. “There’s my big boy,” she said, scratching behind his ear before standing up to let Spencer come in. “I just need to put these groceries away and let him out before we go,” Marley informed Spencer, although he already knew that. She headed over to her kitchen to do just that. Luckily, Marley hadn’t bought too much, so it shouldn’t take her too long. The more difficult part would be getting Dexter to cooperate. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES| GAH <333 WORDS| ENOUGH CLOTHES| HERE MUSE| MUMFORD&SONS