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“Since moving to this town I have found a whole new sort of vampire that doesn't sleep in coffins and if they're on good terms with a witch can obtain a daylight ring that allows them to move around as freely as you or I during the day.” Katrina often heard stories of different kinds but mostly wrote them off as the same two things could kill either easily enough. Stranger still was the discovery of vampires who found a way of surviving without a body count. She couldn't keep herself from the occasional glancing look over in her friend’s direction as there was something mildly concerning about the raven haired woman even though she couldn't put a finger on what it was. “I know of others who hunt what they call vengeful spirits (among other things) and have occasionally been known to lend a hand but there are certain expectations when one’s last name is Van Helsing.” Her gaze turned back to the man might potentially be a useful ally though that had yet to be determined. “I don't know. Something just feels off about her. Like maybe she isn't exactly…oh I don't know. It may be nothing at all.” (ooc: I don't know how but somehow I managed to forget all about this thread for a bit then found where i’d saved it to Reply to on my iPad.)

Bonnie found it odd how she could be both relieved and concerned all at once. As she carefully read each text her imagination threatened to get the better of her, a thing that if allowed to happen might make matters worse what with her already feeling semi helpless. She gave a frustrated sigh, sorely tempted to bring others into the loop but held off for now since Elena had seemed to want to limit the involvement of others. She sent one last text promising to get word to Damon and making a brief inquiry about what was expected of her before quickly pocketing the phone so that she could focus on the man at the door. “Sorry.” At first she'd been reluctant to explain until she noticed his odd clothing and the small device he'd held out then something clicked in her brain. “Right. You're the one who needed help finding his wife. Or was it saving?” She wanted to make sure she hadn't gotten that part mixed up with her mind being all over the place at the moment. Cautiously reaching out to take the phone she placed it on a table in the foyer. “It shouldn't take us long to get there.” She recalled mentioning the books kept at the Armory as a means of hopefully finding some answers for him. “Do you remember anything out of the ordinary? With how she was acting or anything else?” It couldn't hurt to start gathering information on the way there.

Jenica headed to the diner on foot deciding it shouldn't take all that long to get there and also because she needed the time to think. If this was just a case of someone parading around pretending to be her brother… she drew a deep breath at the thought. Not one for getting her hopes up after having experienced more than a few disappointments where a reunion with family was concerned. Naturally those masquerading as her brother were dealt with in ways that made even Alastair envious. She had become capable of things that all those centuries ago were just beyond the edges of what made her who she was. In many ways she had stepped up and it all went back to a crossroads deal. She reached the diner a few minutes later noticing a blonde standing a few feet from its door carrying on a conversation with someone over a cellphone. There was a moment when she considered walking away as feelings of doubt began to grow. Did she really wish to put herself through yet another poser? Initially she wasn't paying as close attention to the parked cars as she was on keeping an eye out for signs of movement. She figured if he arrived ahead of her then odds were he’d either gone inside to get the ‘lay of the land’ so to speak or opted for lurking in the shadows where he could not be observed as both were ways she normally handled things.

Rudolph Yerbler had the best intentions but was not greatly surprised when unexpected despair made him swerve away from the familiar path. Instead of going to report to Crowley directly. he let his need guide him towards the lower regions of Hell. Where his lovely distraction, and her mentor/guard/keeper, he was not sure which, dwelled. He could reasonably assume the magic of Judas he had detected dripping from a younger demon got to him somehow, despite all the protection spells. He had not truly expected Salome or Messalina to help, only to listen and draw strength from their acceptance. But he received more than he bargained for. Messalina knew things. Remembered things forgotten and showed him precisely what he asked for. To see what the power of Belial hinged on, in case it helped him deal with the similar sounding Judas influence. He may not need to accost that source of self betrayal, but he did need to overcome it on the inside at least. And here they came. The visions of the very distant past. Where a rock covered with intriguing looking sigils stood at the Crossroads, and dark shadows hovered over it. Their eyes looking somewhat innocent on the bestial faces. "Those were the demons of old, facing a choice," Messalina's knowing voice patiently explained the vision. Then the tall cowering shape suddenly darted in the dark, its long ears swaying with every hop. "What are these, they look like what's their name, I thought they went extinct..." Rudolph commented with a sense of wonder at being revealed something precious. An old bit of lore, the kind that excited him every time. "They were not extinct. That was a lie to cement a choice. Belial offered the demons of this world to forsake the old ways of the hunt for the soft Woolies. Those uncertain demons you have seen, they chose the easy path..." Messalina's voice grew contemptuous as Rudolph beheld a few shadows descending onto the mysterious rock, where a human suddenly appeared. Only to be devoured by the ravenous demons. "But what does it mean? Why is it bad for demons, and how did Belial benefit from it all?" Rudolph wondered and Messalina gaze settled on him with distinct displeasure. "The lesser demons chose to change what made them who they were, hunters, for the sake of an easy prey and fattening life. Many of them got lazier and weaker as a result. They betrayed their own long term interests with the wrong choice. And it was that type of magic precisely that made Belial and his followers all the stronger. Do you see?" Rudolph Yerbler saw this. But he also saw more, so many more images, possibly connected to the others, of the Master, possibly connected only in his mind. Of the Master rising, and the weaker fanged demons retreating from his path. That was a a different time. A different place. But he could see how it related to counteract the overwhelming darkness of Judas and Belial before him. Now it all made some kind of sense to Rudolph. Even his mentor's song. "You seem different now. Do you feel alright...?" the younger demon Salome wondered and Rudolph found himself thoughtfully nodding. "I was able to shake off that wretched power and feel like myself again. I will be back," he reassured Salome who oddly drew pleasure from such a simple promise. "Where are you going then?" Messalina wondered, her face betraying a mixture of mild annoyance and unlikely amusement. "Going back home, to report my findings to my liege lord," Rudolph quoted a part of the song, smiling for the first time in a very long while. Previous messages In the thread: Crowley frowned in thought for a moment before answering. "Yes," he said, only a modicum of reluctance in his voice as his mind played chess with all the possibilities and their various variations. So very many outcomes adding other players to the mix and they'd likely just added more than he could even see. Crowley understood what most did not. Involving one person meant involving anyone else they came into contact with in potential. For demons, not A problem most of the time as rarely was anyone as strong as a demo

Azi didn't blink when Castiel and Halbrek suddenly appeared in the booth again, but Sam did give a frown of concern. People would likely not notice, their minds not wanting to notice, but if someone did, because sometimes they did, there would be clean up to do that he wasn't equipped to handle unless the truth would suffice. That was all he and Dean ever had...well their version which was at times watered down for the safety of others. Sam's gaze ran over Cas relieved that the angel seemed fine. "Where? What happened," he demanded, the hunter's words tumbling out over one another in his haste. "What's wrong with her,"Azi asked, the fox demon half rising out of his seat, black eyes fixed with concern on Halbrek's unresponsive face. "Demons don't sleep or pass out," he shared helpfully for the benefit of all humans present. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air around Castiel and Halbrek. "Aohila," he mouthed. He didn't exactly dread the earth queen because he was air and didn't have to answer to her but...Halbrek didn't look good...And the earth queen or water king being busy was just never good. I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head.

Samantha reached up with one hand letting her fingers lightly curl around the engagement ring worn on a silver necklace. It was one of the few personal belongings that she always kept close even with the memory of her fiancé dying still so firmly attached as there were so many others that always managed to bring a smile to her lips. It only took a split second for all her thoughts to lead her back to the conversation which centered around two things…helping a worried mother protect her little girl and becoming a hybrid. The latter something that would supposedly ensure both the former and her own survival. She couldn't believe she'd agreed to it. Her family…their pack…they all must be rolling over in their graves. She looked over her shoulder toward the kitchen as raised voices faded. It was no surprise that shift in status from captive to houseguest hadn't gone over too well with the witch who assumed she'd make a run for it if given half a chance. And she was reasonably certain were it not for the little bombshell about it being a move supported by Klaus….she probably would have been chained up again. Brown eyes briefly followed Elijah's movements as he emerged from the kitchen making his way to the front door without a word (not that she expected him to say anything). The sound of a car engine outside caused her to walk over to the window bringing one hand up to pull the curtain back just in time to his luxury sports car headed down the driveway. She lingered a moment then let go of the curtain moving back into the cozy looking living room debating whether to stick her in the kitchen to see whether there had been any bloodshed. From what she could hear it sounded as if Hayley and Freya were having a civilized conversation.

Eve left the river behind guiding the Abraham to where the ‘sin-eater’ could be found as she imagined he would be quite pleased to know that a second horseman had risen. Though she suspected his reasons had more to do with anger over his own past. Either way all that remained was finding two more candidates…one for the mantle of Famine and the other Pestilence. The duo climbed down from the horse’s back upon reaching their destination. She couldn't resist making the lights inside flicker to announce her reason as she approached the door at leisurely pace with Death close behind, no doubt wondering why he was brought here. Lifting a hand to politely knock as such niceties weren't entirely beyond her. Half turning she placed a gentle hand on his arm to soothe any lingering impulses after he was so rudely attacked upon awakening. “Soon. Abraham.” She looked back as the door opened waiting for the host to speak. (ooc: up to you how the door was opened be it via magic or normally. And feel free to move Abraham if inspiration strikes as he's NPC at the moment though when I post an ad and planning to attempt finding him an actual player.)

"What the hell," Spike exclaimed angrily. "Oh new friends," Sarah cried, clapping her hands and dancing insanely around the 3 new comers. "You have magic too," she exclaimed, pointing at Regina and smiling before her silvery blue eyes latched gleefully onto Spike. "And a pretty vampire! OOOOOH! What fun!" Serafina would want a vampire...though...this tugged at the back of her mind. Solomon considered those to be evil. Did that mean Fina was starting to become...how was it that they said it these days? Cool? Was Serafina getting cool? The very idea engendered a gleeful squeal and she clapped dancing around the 3 once again. "How fun, how fun, how fun," she sang. She knew she should wonder about the blonde girl and she would but right now things were just too...fun! "I suppose none of you brought children," she asked, tone mildly crest fallen, as it was obvious that they hadn't. That was about the only thing that would make things even better, though. I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head.

Nyssa flashed a friendly smile as the sheriff joined her on the bench as she saw no reason to be openly hostile or anything. “I would imagine that such a lovely town sees its fair share of ‘new faces’.” She bit her tongue to avoid adding ‘or old ones’ as she was just a bit curious whether Katherine or any of the others had returned considering each had their version of unfinished business with this town be it a loved one or desire for revenge. “That is very true. I have seen a few of those programs on television that often start with how no one ever thought such a horrible thing could happen in such a quiet little town. Though to be fair it's generally the husband when some poor unsuspecting young bother is murdered.” It was how just about all of those investigation discovery channel shows ended. “The peace and quiet. Big cities are far too noisy and unsafe.” Not that the ferryman’s daughter was all that concerned with death being that much like her father it was highly unlikely anyone had the means of killing her. “Ah, yes…I think I remember someone telling me how the founders day celebrations were not to be missed.” She carefully scooted to the bench’s edge preparing to stand whenever the little tour was to commence though giving no indication of being on edge or being up to anything. “I enjoy a good celebration every now and then but I am not what one would call a…party animal so I am quite alright with that.”

The demon queen didn't even tell Halbrek what she wanted. Not that it would've mattered because the war demoness wouldn't have been in a giving or helpful mood. She'd run from the earth queen for a reason. Twisting, writhing, screaming, she was engulfed by pain, and by Ahela's vengeful wrath. She had gotten away and she was paying. She had been free while the earth demon queen and hers were bound behind the mirror. Halbrek screamed. She was nothing but a scream, was nothing but pain or that's how it felt. So lost was she to the pain that she didn't feel the thread tugging. The thread that was Castiel's energy mingled with hers due to their ever growing bond. Passion tended to cause them to nearly meld into one another and this had left an energy imprint the earth demon could use. And she did, using the thread to yank the angel just as she had used her own to eventually draw Halbrek her self back home. I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head.

Davina was desperate to avoid ruining the moment something that pushed her to keep up appearances if only because they deserved this…deserved a chance to live ‘happily ever after’ with all the couple had been through to get here. But it was all so vivid…the dreams and memories of her time on the ancestral plain and if the Ancestors had been concerned enough to let something slip. She closed her eyes when pulled in closer, such a simple act in itself and yet…it held such power in moments like these. Wordlessly nodding in agreement, she somehow made it to his car without saying anything about her concerns. Though the brunette was soon drawing a shaky breath as she decided that it wasn't right to keep things from him. “When I was there…with them…they mentioned the name Inadu over and over but they never told me anything.” Part of her hoped it meant nothing or that he'd be more than a little confident in the ability of his siblings to handle whatever this was without them. “They seemed…rattled.” It was odd seeing them frightened about anything. Briefly looking out the passenger window as she continued. “I have been having these dreams…” Correcting herself after a slight pause. “nightmares that were more than just instant replays of the tortures they put me through…at times it almost feels like someone is reaching out through them. But I don't know that it means anything.” (ooc: figured I would move them along to being in his car.)

Jessica was in the middle of breakfast with her family when she felt her cellphone beginning to vibrate. Briefly flashing an apologetic smile to her parents as one hand reached around to pull the device from her back pocket and automatically swiping right to unlock the screen. She lowered her eyes promptly opening the message growing thoughtful then quickly texting back. 'Had a little exorcism last night. Demon bragged that SHE was here in Sleepy Hollow. Two guesses as to who he meant by that.' Setting it down beside her plate after hitting send a little concerned at the nature of the text received. Maybe it had something to do with a potential job. If that turned out to be the case she hoped it was nothing too major. Sighing when she picked up her bacon biscuit and took a bite. Times like these her mind often wandered to the decision made so soon after her resurrection about it being better for everyone involved if she didn't head back to Stanford...to Sam. Some of her loved ones had gone so far as threatening to laminate a list of all the valid points made during that little intervention. Looking back she knew at the time that walking back into his life after dying in what authorities labeled a house fire would have only messed him up. He had needed to be able to mourn and move on. But then while working a job with her father a demon had let it slip that everything she endured leading up to her death had all been in the name of getting her boyfriend back on the road hunting with his brother. It came as a complete shock to learn he wasn't the 'civilian' she had thought him to be and that in the end she been little more than a pawn in some demon's endgame. She hadn't forgotten the yelling matches that followed either. Her parents were especially wary of the Winchesters after learning the truth...almost as though they suspected Sam of knowingly setting her up to die. Shaking off those thoughts when her phone pinged once more she reached over grabbing her phone again to read the text. Quickly replying... 'On my way.' She finished her breakfast then informed her family she was off to meet up with another hunter about a potential job. A few words of caution were exchanged before the blonde left the kitchen grabbing her jacket and keys off the couch after pocketing her phone. Slipping out the door she headed for her old Camaro and moments later was steering it down the street heading into town. About twenty minutes later she was pulling into the parking lot of the diner.

Jessica stared across the small parking lot towards the diner with her mind spinning at the possibilities of what her ex-boyfriend having walked through those doors. Only it couldn't be him because Sam died in a helicopter explosion along with his brother. She'd read every article she could find out of a need to understand how something like that could have happened. She looked down with a heavy sigh at the recollection of how the reporters stated that both brothers had been in the process of being transferred by the FBI to some maximum security prison to await trial for their crimes. None of it matched with what she remembered of Sam. He wasn't violent at all. He was that ‘sweet, sensitive’ type that any girl would have to be nuts not to fall for. Her life at Stanford, with Sam, gave her hope for a life outside of hunting. But it all ended with a late night visit from a demon wearing the face of a friend and a fiery death while pinned to the ceiling. Now this! Years later he shows up here of all places. She let out a frustrated sigh while leaning back on the trunk of her car. If this was something masquerading as someone a part of her still loved she'd make them hurt in ways they couldn't imagine. The ping of her cellphone offered a welcome distraction, hopefully it was one of her connections with some information that could be helpful. She pulled the device from her pocket and looked at the screen reading a text she'd gotten from a woman known only through her association with Serafina with questions about Cordelia. She took a moment to type out a quick response. //I don't know. I’ll ask her if she knows this…Spike.// Hitting send she realized she wasn't quite up to another face to face with her ex so instead of heading back into the diner she sent her friend a text including the brief description provided by Gabrielle and waited for a response. It was surprising how quickly she'd gotten back to her with the conversation no doubt being had around that table. One eyebrow lifted at such a shirt message which she could only interpret as him being someone her friend was familiar with though whether they were on friendly terms or not remained to be seen. All the message said was… //Where is he?// Instead of responding right away to the inquiry she went back to her texts from Gabrielle. She took a quick breath then sent the following text.. //I guess she's open to seeing or at least talking to the guy.// Her gaze briefly traveled to where there was a seemingly tense interaction going on between a man and two women. She wondered whether she should get involved or let them sort it out. Ultimately going with the latter as there didn't appear to be an immediate threat. Most likely arguing about whether to eat here or go elsewhere. (ooc: will work the texts/responses into other two threads. Just got inspired to write this post for Jessica first.)

“So…do you remember anything else?” Pandora would ordinarily be fine with driving in silence but her gut told her that a little conversation was necessary. If only to solve the mystery of whether there was any truth to the tale woven by Bram Stoker in the late eighteen hundreds. “About the past?” She cast a sidelong glance to the redhead then looked back at the road ahead. When no answer was immediately forthcoming she gently prompted. “Lucy?” She wondered if her silence implied the return of another memory, possibly a traumatic one, and so she tried again. “Lucy?” Once more looking to the passenger seat while hoping to get a response she was already eyeing a place to pullover when the redhead seemed to slowly come out of a ‘fog’. “Lucy?” She repeated once more. “I-I…” Lucy stammered while collecting her thoughts. It would be no easy feat learning to cope with memories of the past if the bits and pieces she'd already managed to recall were any indication. Did she want to remember that life? The thought of starting over with a clean slate was an appealing one. “I am sorry. I was just…” Part of her would be perfectly content if she never recovered those memories while at the same time knowing there would be no peace for her until she did. “I think that I am just trying to sort out whether these images are things that I recall from my own life or…” She let out a small sigh quietly looking out the passenger window a moment. “simply my imagination getting the better of me because of all those movies that I have been watching or the book itself.” It was hard to say whether she would ever get that particular matter sorted out. “I can't imagine finding yourself stuck between knowing what's real and what's fiction.” Pandora continued steering the sleek black car down the road towards town as she thought about checking her grimoire when they returned to the house. It was highly probable she wouldn't find anything of use but on the off-chance she might find some long forgotten spell that would be of help she'd take the time to do so. The rest of the way into town the two women discussed all those movies the redhead had spent countless hours binge watching and this seemed to ease her mind for the time being. Sometime later the witch was parking her car in any space and they got out without any set idea of what they might do.

Bonnie lingered in the kitchen for a while as she began sorting things out. It was not entirely surprising when Hayley reached out for help but for Klaus to do so without any threats being thrown into the mix for good measure was a bit of a shock. Shaking that off she started to wonder what this mysterious threat to his daughter may be. Having not heard anyone come back inside she went outside to see if she could locate her friend as she suspected the other doppelg?nger to be off somewhere having a long overdue conversation with Klaus. “Elena!?” She called out when she wasn't immediately visible. Pulling out her phone she sent a quick text updating her on the status of things. //Nobody died.// She stepped out further onto the porch as her eyes moved over the bits of the yard that could be seen thanks to the light. It seemed odd that Elena would go for a walk at night even with things having been quiet. The thought causing her to look back at the glowing screen. Nothing. She sent another text. //Where are you?// This time she didn't lower the small device instead she kept staring at its screen as if by sheer will alone she could cause her friend to respond when minutes passed and still nothing the witch dialed her number. “Come on, Elena…pick up the phone.” When after several rings it went straight to voicemail she let out a frustrated sigh. “Elena, call me back.” Upon hanging up she almost instantly pulled up the number of someone who she hoped her missing friend might be with. It wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility he'd had a change of heart. “Come on, Damon…” She didn't know if he would even answer but she had to know whether Elena was with him.

Pandora was uncomfortable with the way things unfolded but there was little to be done and seemingly no immediate need of a locator spell. In the time since the abrupt departure of ‘sleeping beauty’ her friend had taken leave to visit the cemetery leaving her alone with the amnesiac who when she entered the house looked white as sheet as she stared out the window. At first she couldn't make out what the redhead was saying as with a furrowed brow the witch drew closer…keeping her movements slow to avoid alarming her as she looked frightened enough. “Lucy?” Her tone a comforting one as she spoke. Had she remembered something? Maybe it would help to get her out of the house and away from all the Dracula stuff for a while. Lucy started at the sound of the woman's voice, instantly whirling around to face her hostess as she repeated the words. “Eyes like flames. Scared to sleep. He was coming for me.” Her eyes darted around as she seemed to be looking everywhere at once while keeping her arms tightly about her waist to conceal the shaking in her hands. If asked she didn't think she could tell Pandora who she'd thought was coming for her or why it terrified her so. Was it a memory? It certainly felt as if it were. But how could one be sure? “There was this…angry bat and the overwhelming smell of garlic.” Her voice came off as distracted when she spoke as if trying to recall something just out of reach. Pandora came to stand beside her at the window as she spoke reassuringly. “You are safe. No one is coming for you.” If they were then they would be dealt with accordingly. Her eyes looked about the living room a moment then returned to the redhead’s face before going on. “How about we go into town for a bit? Maybe take a walk around the square or...” She reached out placing a gentle hand on her arm. “It might do you some good.” The poor thing was pushing herself so hard in her quest to remember something more than her name and perhaps it was starting to take its toll. When she got a small nod she made sure they each had all they needed before leaving the house locked up tight. The brunette escorted her through the yard to a sleek black luxury sedan parked just to the right of the front porch and moments later it was being steered out onto the road headed into town. It concerned her having seen that kind of fear on the young woman's face and even made her question whether recovering her memories was what was best for Lucy. She supposed the redhead would stubbornly keep trying no matter what she or anyone else had to say. (next post should have them at their destination)

Rebecca walked the streets of Mystic Falls thinking of Mihnea. She hoped she did the right thing. Though the one thing on top of her mind was the kiss. How dare he kiss her like that and turn into mist . He left her standing ther looking stupid. She have to remember to give him a good beating for that, Him and those sexy eyes of his. She decided to head back to see how her new friends were settling in. Plus she thought she remember offering to show franceskas brother Felix to a decent hotel. She turned a corner heading to her safe house. When she eventually arrived. She knocked....

"So you approve then, dearest mentor of mine. Well, he may be gone, but the heart...it can be..." Dew was going to elaborate on how the trees have spoken to her, virtually summoned her. If she fully got into her powers, if Mr Gold could help her with that. If she were able to do just that, well then, she could, maybe, force the Horseman back. Still torn between doubts about the veracity of her thoughts, and how to convey them secretly to Mr Gold, Dew suddenly smiled, preparing another question. It was just, despite all the severity of the situation, her mentor's titter was so engaging, so friendly, she really liked it. Then something strange happened, and the smile vanished from the Cupid's lips. Her next question forgotten, the girl widely looked around to see which party was attacking them, half afraid, half wishing that the Horseman would return. Stripe's warning finally forced her out of her stupor, and she decided to follow suit and run, until Mr Gold caught up with them. Breathing slower, Dew began relaxing again, trying to see which town was ahead. "Who is Belle again? I don't remember you mentioning her, is it a woman, isn't it?" Dew spoke, trying to sound calm despite her sudden bout of jealousy. It wasn't that she thought of her mentor this way. She just didn't wish for his time and attention being taken away from her. It was unnecessary. Whoever that Belle has been, she was doubtlessly a waste of Gold's time. Dew was willing to reconsider if the woman proved useful to her, but usually other females only got in her way, the Cupid decided with a somewhat angry smile, that did not bode well for whoever found themselves in her way next.

Regina blinked slowly as she woke lying on the ground with the feel of wet grass against the palms of her hands. At first all she noticed was darkness then little by little she became more aware of the moonlight that bathed her surroundings. “Wh…” All it took was one look around to confirm what she already suspected this was neither the underworld nor Storybrooke. The last thing she remembered was walking through a cemetery with the others then being swept into a tornado. Slowly climbing to her feet while dusting herself off she looked around until her gaze came to rest on the water rushing around the rocks nearby. “Definitely not the River Styx.” Someone was behind opening that portal, but who? Emma wouldn't have dared without having found Hook first because the trip there was probably a one shot deal. Slowly turning in a small circle searching her surroundings once more she noticed there were others lying about though their little search party seemed to have gotten smaller. (tag: characters from Lost Souls RPG)

Pandora enjoyed a rather peaceful life these days as very few disturbed the old farmhouse she had called home for the past three years. Blending in easily enough with the locals while keeping them blissfully unaware of her true identity. There were, after all, so few people who were…open minded enough to handle discovering the existence of the supernatural. So, she imagined it was better all around if they weren't clued into the fact she was a nearly four thousand year old witch and that yes…she was THAT Pandora only as was so often the case with history the facts weren't entirely accurate. Oh, there is a box alright it just isn't what everyone thought it to be and she wasn't responsible for unleashing the evils of the world. Quite the opposite actually. She walked along the wraparound porch of her farmhouse with a distant look in her brown eyes as thoughts turned to the strange happenings of the last year. Two of which were presently residing under her roof. The first of which was lying in some sort of coma, of course, she hadn't arrived that way no she simply collapsed near the old barn and that was six months ago. Ordinarily she would have called an ambulance but upon touching the mysterious woman with the raven hair she had gotten these flashes that suggested her to be around six thousand years old. The words ‘Queen Of The Damned’ could be heard though she got the distinct feeling they weren't spoken by this woman. Whatever her deal was there seemed to be powerful magic at work…altering her somehow. Perhaps that explained why she hadn't yet come out of it. Though there was something else she'd sensed…memories locked away…hers but not hers. It was almost as if…this woman were possessed at one time or another for an extended period. Shuddering lightly at the thought of demons. They often caused nothing but chaos and ruin. And as if that weren't enough her friend Miranda brought a young redhead suffering from severe memory loss and nightmares. What little she'd managed to figure out there so far was just a name…Lucy Westenra. It had to be some sort of alias or perhaps the woman had a strange fixation with the Bram Stoker novel. Normally she avoided dealings with most vampires as so many only brought trouble to her doorstep…a favor she gladly returned. But there were rare instances when one proved her wrong, such was the case when she'd met a woman named Miranda Gilbert almost a decade ago. She'd been recently widowed and struggling to come to grips with life as a vampire. Texting was their preferred method of keeping in touch though on occasion one would call the other and of course there were visits. But her friend had understandably avoided Mystic Falls as there were those who would stake her on sight simply for being what she was.