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Quill almost yelled when she pulled him into the bush, but common sense had him refrain. Looking through the intertwined branches he could see her, the bodies and carcasses. The slightly limp way she held her wrist, that made him feel a little better. But over all it just made his stomach turn. He felt Aimee's hand grasp his harder as she looked on, he gave hers a quick reassuring squeeze and a brief smile before looking back to the clearing. She was gone.
Panic shot through Quill, looking quickly back. She wasn't there either. Glancing from side to side he released Aimee's hand so that he could have easy asses to his arms. He was just starting to think she might have just ran away unaware of their presence when a hard pressure pressed down in his shoulders. She'd been in the branches. Caught off guard he fell to the ground.

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Aimee's heart pounded when the vampiress disappeared, and she nearly freaked out when Quill's hand slipped out of her's. Her eyes darted over to Quill, only to see a hand that rested on his shoulder. The hand clearly didn't belong to her, nor did it belong to Quill. Her eyes trailed up the arm to reach the vampire's face. Crap.
Without thinking, Aimee's foot connected with the woman's stomach. Aimee had panicked and she wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. The vampire released her grasp and Quill as she flew back a bit. "It's like kicking a wall..." Aimee said, her leg tingling from the pressure it sent though.
The woman hissed as she quickly got up, and Aimee prepared to fight, her whole being shaking as if she were facing death itself. The woman grabbed Aimee with one hand - the hand that handn't been broken - and swung Aimee against the tree, aiming to break some bones before she had her midnight snack.
Aimee would have screamed as she hit the tree, but her breath was knocked out of her. The rough bark dug into her back and she winced, on the ground and getting to her feet. She had never fought anything so strong that they could pick her up and throw her into a tree with one hand. She was afraid, yes, and she could feel a singular gash in her back letting out a little blood at a time. She ignored the pain and stood, shaky.
The Vampiress, seeing as Aimee was injured, she went for Quill. "I remember you." she hissed. "You did this to my hand!" she showed him her broken hand and with super speed, ran around him and aimed a kick at his back. She could smell the healing wounds, and she wanted to torture them as much as she could. She smelled Aimee's blood and her eyes became black, her fangs poking out from her gums with thirst.

Quill was surprised it could talk. Obviously he should have known, but still such a monster didn't seem human enough to be able to talk their language... He grinned at her wrist, "miss me?" he asked. The second she was behind his back it was like a sixth sense that told him she was going to aim for his wounds. Pretending to be aware of what she was doing Quill waited for the perfect moment for twisting around and catching his ankle in the nick of time. Swinging her around he released swinging her into a tree. Oddly as hard as she was to hit she wasn't all that heavy. A hundred maybe thirty pounds.
She slammed into the tree was a deafening crack that Quill knew resulted in how solid she was not the force of his throw. How were they going to beat this thing? How were that not going to die?

Aimee held her breath as the demon aimed for his back. She watched the vampire crash into the tree. As the vampire got up, Aimee quickly crouched and jabbed her elbow into the vampire's stomach. The vampire stumbled back. Aimee aimed for her pressure points but the vampire bounced back fast. She knocked Aimee's hand aside and pushed her into the tree again, this time she held aimee above the ground by her neck. She obviously hated the girl, and her eyes were on Aimee's neck.
"You smell sweet." She said and growled. "I bet you have sweet blood." Aimee struggled but she couldn't breathe. She tried to gasp in air.

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so. Uhm.
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K. Poof. Shower.

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Fern was lounging in the Merrill living room, sprawled out on the couch as usual. Her hair was a wild mess, but it still made her look like a cute little pixie. The usual grin that was normally on her face was gone, replaced by a blank look that was already considered ominous. It's over. she told herself sternly. Get your act back together. You can't wallow around like this forever.

Fern rolled her eyes inwardly. It. Wasn't. Working. She felt stupid, telling herself all this. Dismissing her thoughts, she settled on planning when she was going to leave for Seoul. Vivian was coming along, and leaving now just didn't feel right. Fern picked at her nails absentmindedly, trying to pick the right time to leave and tell everyone.

Maybe I should leave without a trace. Hmmm, nah. They'll kill me for it. By 'they', she meant the whole coven.

Matthew trudged along home. After leaving Grace, he had taken a leisurely walk. He soon began to approach the Merrill home. Matthew stood outside staring at the pretty doll house. He sighed, feeling much like a doll at the moment. He was being controlled by the governement, and by the fate people.
Matthew walked up the steps and let himself inside. It was quiet. Matthew walked all the way in and closed the door behind him. He still didn't know what to say to Fern when he saw her. He was scared out of his mind, and he hoped she could be okay with his decision. He didn't ever ask for this. He never asked to make a decision, and he wished he still didn't have to.
Slowly, Matthew made his way into the livingroom. As he looked around, his eyes fell on Fern. He smiled. She looked adoreable, even if her hair was messy and even if she seemed distant instead of fun loving. Matthew walked over and sat down on the floor beside the couch. He brushed a strand of her messy hair out of her eyes and smiled.
"hi..." he said quietly. He looked at her for a while before he widthdrew his hand. He sighed and started to talk. "I have chosen..." he said. There was a pause before he continued. "I asked Grace to be my girlfriend." he said. He looked at Fern. "I love you though." he said softly. "you're my best friend and I can't imagine life without you anymore." he said. "I need you as much as Grace, so don't leave me." he said softly, his hand going up and resting on her's.

(( sorry if this post is awful. == my phone froze right when I finished my post. >>; and I lost my post. Bleh. Meanie electronic freezing stuffis. ))

Fern sighed and stretched, rolling over and over on the sofa without falling out. She soon stopped and flopped down, her arms stretched wide as though she was building a snow angel. I'll leave with Viv after everything's been cleared up. she decided, smiling inwardly. She badly wanted, no, needed a break from all this. Suddenly, all she wanted to do was hop off the couch and run out the door, heading straight for the airport. Oh hell yes, Seoul.

She frowned she heard someone coming in. 'Damn, I thought I was alone.' she thought sourly. She didn't move however and didn't make a sound, vainly hoping that whoever it was would get out and leave her alone. Fern frowned even deeper when she saw that it was Matthew. The last person that she wanted to see at the moment. She immediately felt distant and unhappy when she saw him and she kept a perfectly blank porcelain face as he brushed her hair out of her eyes.

The blank face was still there as Matthew told her that he had chosen Grace over her. Why are you surprised? You already knew this would happen. That's it. It was over. Decision made, storybook closed. Truth out. The end. The truth sank into her slowly and Fern still felt blank. Who was she kidding? Why wasn't she sobbing right now?

Because you're not allowed to cry in front of others.

She stared at Matthew for a moment before nodding woodenly. "I knew it. I always knew." Her tone was neutral. It was as though she was talking about the weather. Knowing full well that she had to break the news to him sometime, she added.

"I'm leaving. I'm going home to Seoul for a while."

Matthew watched her. Slowly, his heart built up pain as he watched her face. Why was it so blank? He knew this should've made him feel better to get this over with, but he didn't feel well at all. Then she mentioned her home. Matthew felt like a sword had been stabbed through his heart and twisted around several times.
He looked away from her. How could she? How could she leave him... His best friend, and the second girl he loved. How come he had to love them equally!? Why couldn't he just haw died that night? He wish he had. Grace would have moved on and Fern wouldve found someone. They were both amazing girls, they would find someone.
"I can't do this!" the outburst was sudden as Matthew lept to his feet, looking down at Fern. "I never wanted to choose! I'm happy with being single, but suddenly everyone expects me to choose a girl!" his eyes were filled with pain, and they were extra shiny, a sign that he might cry at any moment. "I chose grace because Ive known her longer and everything but I still love you Fern!" he wasn't yelling at her, he was yelling at the world and at himself.
"No one asked me if I ever wanted to choose one over the other. No one ever asked me how I felt!"
Matthew was shaking with pain. "I chose grace, and now that I do and I tell you, I feel like I shouldve chosen you!" he put his hands against his head and shook it rapidly. "five hundred years never taught me how to deal with two girls you love so much and equally..." he was quiet, trying to calm down. "don't leave..." he looked at Fern.
He never thought he could regret choosing Grace. He knew if he chose fern instead now, that the moment he saw Grace he would regret that too. Matthew sniffled a bit like a little kid. "I never wanted me or anyone else to be so misrable..."

(( fiiiooonnaaa
where are youuu XD

Panda wants to RP~

I'm crazy.
I had the worst idea.
For Callum and Matthew.
It's mostly to hurt Callum o .o;
but I'm not saying what it is.
Imma make a post for it after Matthew is done talking to Fern u .u ))

Fern felt as though her unbeating heart was currently being torn apart in two as she watched him. It killed her to see him in pain like this. She sat up when he began his tirade and her eyes widened in shock. Each word that he said felt like a slap in her face and she felt as though she would regret leaving. Her hands balled up into fists and she clenched them, digging her nails into the palms of her hands. When he was done, the first thing she did was to stare at him. His outburst at himself shocked her and she felt like a wooden doll at the moment- unable to move.

"No." she said, her voice soft and sad. She shook her head slowly. "No, Matt. You have already chosen. I'm not the one for you- Grace is." Did she believe it herself? She didn't know. How could he change his mind now? If he did, then there would be more pain for the three of them and Fern didn't want to live through this anymore. She felt on the verge of tears and she held them back; barely.

"I need to leave, Matt." she continued on quietly. "So does Viv. The both of us need a break from all of this. No more than a week. And this'll give time for things to settle down." She really believed that; it was clear in her voice. And then she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'll miss you." she finished, her voice barely audible. A single tear fell from her eyes.

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Idea?

Matthew was quiet, his eyes threatening to spill it's water works. He shook his head. Once, twice, three times. "no! You don't get it! I don't want to love I wish I had no such feeling inside of me! I wish I had never chosen, and I wish I could remain a heartless guy." he sniffled some, and seeing her look at him as she did now shreaded him to pieces. He looked away from her.
When she told him she'd miss him his heart wrenched. Matthew looked at her, his eyes furious and yet tears overflowed. He wiped his eyes quickly to dispose of any tears, then he walked over to Fern and yanked her into his arms. He hugged her tightly. He pressed his face into her hair as he clung to her small body. Don't go. Don't go. Don't go... How many times had he said that in his life? Never. Not until now.
Matthew couldn't speak anymore. "love is stupid." he said suddenly. It was the best he could think of. "all it does is bring pain. I haven't felt one singular jab of pure happiness since this started." he said. He held her tightly, hugging her. "you're my best friend. And even if I chose grace I'll still love you too, forever." he said quietly. He wiped his eyes gain with the back of his hand. "I'm so selfish..." he whispered. "so selfish..."

(( :c poor Matthew...

Yes... Well, put it this way, Matthew is going to yell at Callum and going to hit some nerves in his furry.

You'll see. Eventually o .o ))

Fern stared at him, her posture not changing. "You don't mean that." she said, wiping her eyes to prevent anymore tears from flowing out. Surprisingly, it worked and her eyes stopped watering up immediately. Talk about practice. He didn't mean it. She couldn't see nor picture him being heartless and unlovable. It pained her by simply thinking so. Her eyes widened when when he stared at her furiously after she said the last three words. She thought as he walked over that he was going to slap her or whatever. It was absurd, thinking that but right now, everything seemed possible at the moment.

When he pulled her into his arms, Fern's first impulse was let out a choked sound. She tucked her head under his chin and simply stood there, sadness overwhelming her. "It's finally over." she simply said, hugging him back.

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((I have an idea how about this isn't the new born in the sub-plot? That one is a few towns over yet to reach here. This one is one of the newborns that one made... That way we can kill it and still have our subplot. They'll figure out it's not the same one when they give th government the fingerprints.))

"Your not gonna find out," Quill said kicking her right over the head. The contact still hurt his foot but no surprisingly as much as kicking her in the stomach. It was more like what would probably be kicking a normal skull... Quill didn't have much comparison to go by right now.
The vampire's head snapped in the direction of Quill's kick and she let out a defining scream turning to him. But he was ready the second she turn her hand collided with Quill's fist. The moment of shock that took her back was enough time for him to back up and aim another taekwondo kick at her face harder this time slamming her into the tree.
The result had her lying on the ground unconscious. The second after he leaned over and hit a few pressure points hard with his figurers. The ones he'd learned not to kick or punch people when sparring because they would knock them unconscious. He didn't trust her so he was making she she stayed limp before they had time to kill her. He thought of breaking her neck in a few places so that she was immobilized but they had a few minutes. "Are you okay?" he asked Aimee concern hitting his eyes as they looked at her. He would have gone over to make sure she was okay but he didn't trust the vampire. And that resulted in his stance remaining by her side and his eyes sliding back down to her.

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Sorry Panda I ended up taking a nap on the couch last night then I was so tried when I woke up from it an 10 that I just crawled into bed and slept. On the plus side I got up at eight this morning cause of it. But I suppose that doesn't help you... haha.

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Noo Mathew!!!
Hmm but this should be interesting...

Aimee gasped as Quill kicked the vampire over the head. She let go and Aimee fell to the ground. She gasped in air and could feel the blood running down her back and the few scratches over the back of her arms. The next few things Quill did were unbelievable. She watched, stunned. He was amazing.
The vampire now on the ground, Aimee was still in the same place as before. She looked at Quill, and when he asked if she was okay, she smiled, but it was thin. "you're amazing, quill." she said quietly. and I'm useless, just as I thought. Aimee thought. "I'll start the fire." she said quietly, not looking at Quill anymore.
Aimee got up and quickly gathered enough wood to start a fire. It was a fire big enough to burn the vampire. She looked at it and at the ground. This fire wouldn't be able to spread or anythig, thankfully. She stepped back. "it's ready..." she said, a bit distantly. Her back hurt, and the open wound felt strange and awful. There was a blood stain on the back of her tanktop now, and it was only growing bigger.
Surprisingly, Aimee was still standing strong. She walked over to Quill and the vampire and pulled out a little metal device. She took the clear cap off the flat tablet and pressed it against the woman's thumb. She then set the cap back on, and put it in her pocket. She didn't have a camera to take a picture, though.
She walked off twoards the cave and looked around, she gathered the human bodies, shuddering a little. She then used her strange device. She sat there and pressed a button on it to sent the finger print to her computer. She then cleaned the screen, and one by one took the victim's fingerprints.
This was for their families. When she was done she slowly walked back to where Quill was, now feeling tired and a little dizzy.

(( aww Aimee o3o she's depressed because she couldn't help Quill. He basically took the vampire out on his own x3 she's impressed, but a bit sad that she couldn't have been more use.

And! When I do matthew yelling at Callum later, I want Loretta to hear it allllllll. Because it may hurt her feelings too |D; ))

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Haha, I thought you might want that I was already planning on her overhearing it.

Quill hadn't expected 'your amazing' as her response, it mad his cheeks a light shade pink. But he didn't say anything and kept his head down so that she couldn't see. When she took the prints he'd decided it best to snap the vampires neck now. He didn't know how long it would be until the fire burned her completely and the last thing he needed was her trying to crawl out of it.
Neck snapped he threw her in odd at how desensitized he felt at it. A sick feeling in his stomach told him it was only the moment though. Last night he'd had a horrible nightmare that he thought probably linked to the attack. And he wouldn't be surprised if he had it again tonight... Pushing the thought away he gathered what he could of the dead animal bodies and through them in. They should probably do the same with the humans he thought. He was about to run the idea by Aimee when he noticed the growing blood spot on the back of her shirt. He'd taken her word for it when she said she was fine not as he looked at her he could very well see she was not. "I thought you said you were fine," he said voice tenser that usual. His concern for her well being heightening him a little.
He was more or less unharmed. He hadn't fell during the fight was was rather good without scratches. The shoulder she'd landed on ached horribly for it was the same one she hit the first time as well. He had a feeling she'd done that on purpose. His scraps from the day before had been all riped open or at least he felt like they were. But they were all mostly self inflicted from the high kicks.