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Jenica supposed the woman’s reaction to the summarized version of her life story was to be expected considering most people couldn’t quite wrap their heads around the existence of the supernatural world. But at least it hadn’t been accompanied with a shouted claim of her being mentally unstable before a rapid departure was made. So she guessed that was a start. “How much did he tell you…about the supernatural?”

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Naturally the hunter wondered whether the information passed along to the young woman was more of a?‘need to know’basis about certain artifacts and self-defense or more of an?‘all in’?scenario. It was something that definitely needed to be taken into consideration when sharing little tidbits about things that went bump in the night. “Getting smaller all the time, I suppose.” Something about quite literally having someone who knew Corbin bumping into her did seem strange though not entirely beyond the realm of coincidence.

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“It’s not all that surprising to learn that he kept a file on me. August seemed rather interested in my history. And for the record, just in case you’re thinking it based on my last name…I’m not a vampire. Just a woman brought back from the dead a few months ago who makes it her business to hunt monsters.” She had a feeling that thought might have crossed her mind and felt clearing the air a bit was called for.

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“He mentioned something about the two of you having stumbled across a man with yellow eyes out in the woods near some kind of white tree if memory serves.” Though the fact that as girls she and her sister had encountered Azazel for any reason was cause for concern given his habits. But as neither one was six month old baby she doubted his blood was involved.

Abby was so focused on the pages of his journal that the alert tone almost went unnoticed, however, somewhat belatedly she became aware of the text received. Slowly tearing herself away from the words written by her former mentor and friend. Her attention returning to her phone as she picked it up with her left hand checking the message before responding with‘Currently at the foundry going through Corbin’s things. If you want to swing by’.

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Her eyes widened a bit in surprise as she flipped through the pages coming upon the entry from the day before their first conversation about the contents of his secret files. No wonder he’d insisted on teaching her about all of this. He’d known what was to come or at least it sounded as if he had. Someone had mentioned to him a weapon forged centuries ago, which in itself was no shocker, but the fact it was created by the combined efforts of archangel, demon, and shaman was. Could it be what the email had been about?

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Deciding to read further as she waited for some kind of response from her sister, she learned that according to legend the sword was last seen some two hundred years ago and was believed to be endowed with the power to kill almost any supernatural being in existence. It sounded oddly like ‘The Colt’ a special gun which Corbin had spoken of once but she got the feeling this was more powerful.

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(ooc: can’t remember for sure but I think that’s what they called the place where all of Corbin’s things got moved to following his death on the show.)

Abby looked around the office with a heavy sigh after having spent the past several hours poring over the various files her?‘mentor and friend’?had kept hidden away from prying eyes. These were things that up until about a year ago were among the many things that Sheriff Corbin kept secret. But it was around that time that he had begun telling her things about a whole other world that most knew nothing about, each afternoon he brought her here to discuss all that he had learned of it.

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Naturally this had all been met with a heavy dose of skepticism as monsters weren’t real. It was one of those truths that every frightened child desperately clung to when every shadow and noise led them to believe the?‘产辞辞驳别测尘补苍’?was lurking just out of sight waiting to get them. What was she supposed to do with all of this? Becoming an FBI agent and getting out of this town were two main goals though his death changed all that. Now she felt compelled to do something with knowledge passed along by the man who had helped change the course of her life.

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She leaned back a bit somewhat belatedly noticing the email notification on the glowing screen of her cellphone. Slowly extending her right hand to pick the small device up off the desk then swiping right to unlock it. Combing through her emails she deleted ones that were nothing more than?‘junk mail’?before her gaze settled on the one from her sister. Lightly tapping the subject to open the message, eyes widening a bit when she discovered it was about an artifact supernatural in nature.

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Pausing slightly she then began to rummage through the secret compartment in his desk where a list of old contacts was kept. Quickly skimming the pages of the little black book until she found a name with a couple stars beside it…’搁耻产测’?with a note written in the margin about that being an alias used by someone called?‘Jenica Dracul’. Her brow furrowed somewhat but her attention returned to the small glowing screen as she quickly typed out a message about looking into it and how that might involve tracking someone named?‘Jenica Dracul’?down. Hitting send she carefully tucked the device back inside her pocket before setting about putting all the files away for another time.

“There was Mircea II, Vlad C?lug?rul, Radu III the Fair?(though him I posthumously disowned given his actions), Vlad III, and myself.” Jenica corrected as the history books so often omitted a few of the facts whenever it suited them to do so. She supposed the only accurate account of those times lived within the memories of those who lived during them. “That would be Radu, may he rot in hell.” Her voice held a certain coldness as she spoke of him.

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“More like killed about five hundred years ago by hellhounds then spent several centuries as a demon before being killed by a hunter and resurrected by some mysterious benefactor?(for lack of a better term).” She knew the woman didn’t exactly believe she was even remotely serious about any of this, but for reasons unknown to her she felt the urge to provide her actual history rather than that of?‘Katarina Lazar’?the identity she had assumed a few short months ago following her miraculous return to the living.

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“Most likely boredom.” Which quite possibly was her initial reason for being honest with a total stranger about her true identity and certain other things. “As that usually serves as a fairly strong motivator under most circumstances. Or maybe you just struck me as the type who could be useful dealing with those things that go bump in the night.”

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Inclining her head about when asked the identity of the person she had known giving a little thought as to whether an answer should be given. When she couldn’t see what it would hurt she responded “August Corbin.” Giving a small nod as the woman excused herself to check a message on her phone, loosely folding her arms once again as she waited patiently for their conversation to continue.

“Humanity does seem to have a natural flare for doing so.” Jenica sometimes felt every minute of her actual age over that of how old she appeared to be. Most often this happened whenever too much thought was given to the foolish acts of today’s world. “Mostly because in those days texting was such a huge pain in the ass.” There were times when she still avoided sending texts when a simple phone call could suffice.

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“Actually no, I’m not from around here. I just got into town a few days ago.” She supposed that someday some town might be chosen as home. Or at the very least hoped it could be possible after so long with the closest thing to it being her epically long stay in hell. Not a place which would fall under the category of anyone’s top ten?‘vacation spots’.?

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She took a moment to consider her options when the introduction was made then reached out to shake the woman’s hand. “Jenica Dracul.” Given the odds of anyone being familiar enough with history these days to recognize her real name she’d chosen to use it instead of the alias she normally went with. Plus for unknown reasons the former princess was curious to see whether the woman who stood before her was any different than the others.

Jenica stumbled forward a bit quickly regaining her balance following the?‘肠辞濒濒颈蝉颈辞苍’, quickly turning to face the woman upon hearing an apology being offered. “It’s okay. It’s a difficult thing to master.” Her words accompanied by a small smile. Perhaps if this had been one of those?‘bad days’?she might have reacted differently but as it were even a distraction of this sort was a welcome one. “I think the ability to?‘walk and read’?is one we’re all still working on.”

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Some seemed more successful than others at doing so, but then she supposed that had more to do with how engrossed the individual was in regards to the subject matter than anything else. For the moment she would leave out an introduction until it seemed more warranted, a decision that also afforded her the opportunity to decide on whether to use an alias or her real name. Most people these days didn’t know all that much about history so the latter went unrecognized (for the most part).

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However, there was that rare occasion when someone uttered the words?‘like Dracula?’. If only she had been topside during the lifetime of that damned drunken Irishman. Thanks to him, the only thing anyone seemed to think of whenever they heard her family’s name or more precisely that of the brother she’d sold her soul for centuries ago was that damned book. It was almost as though none of that ever existed. It was really quite frustrating.

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But no more so than the fact there was apparently some vampire running around using that name, a thing that pissed her off.?IF?she ever caught up with them…

(Location: Streets of Sleepy Hollow)

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Jenica reached into her pocket withdrawing the small device then swiping right with her thumb to unlock its screen. She began scrolling through her contacts while moving down the sidewalk deciding to touch base with her friends. Pausing slightly with her thumb hovering over Sam’s number then going back up to that of his current hunting partner. Lifting the iPhone up next to her ear as she waited for the blonde to answer.

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It was not like she was avoiding Sam, but if one wanted honest answers to questions regarding personal wellbeing…it was simply best to ask those of Jo who was more inclined to provide her with an honest answer. Not that he was a habitual liar or anything, the man just had a tendency to insist that everything was fine?(even if he wasn’t okay). Upon getting her voicemail left a message, “Hey, it’s me. Just checking in.”

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Hanging up, she tucked her phone back inside her pocket continuing down the street. Maybe she would luck up on a?‘箩辞产’while in town, a thing should take her mind off the letter sent to a certain wealthy businessman. Thinking about it now she could almost hear at least one of her friends asking?‘Why the hell would you do that?’. Sadly that was one question she couldn’t answer because she just didn’t know.

(Location: Streets of Sleepy Hollow)

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Jenica walked away from the small diner letting the door fall closed behind her without a second glance as her thoughts were on the letter sent to a man based on his striking resemblance to her long dead brother. Why had she felt such a strong need to send the damned thing? Odds were it was nothing more than a freak coincidence. If that were the case then all she could do was hope the contents of her letter would be at the very least forgotten about?(if not destroyed).

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She started moving down the sidewalk wishing she could take back what she’d done. It was foolish to indulge such a whim when it was so farfetched. How could she have allowed herself to even entertain the notion it could be him? Maybe it had a little something to do with the desperation which led to so many other reckless choices throughout the centuries. But it had all been in the name of getting her brother back so that he could finally find the happiness he deserved after all he’d given up for their people.

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With a heavy sigh, she looked around at the storefronts while keeping an eye out for potential threats. It had been a few days since she last checked in at the roadhouse or spoke with Sam though she assumed the lack of ‘911’ texts or messages in her voicemail meant that he and Jo were faring well.