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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Benjamin Reese | Vampire; Infant

Posted on Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:14 pm

Does he? I asked, and as much as I wanted to be that guy who didn't really care, I was curious. Which department? What's his name? The hospital was one of the largest employers in the town, which wasn't saying much, and there would be a whole crew of people I would never see due to my little sun problem, but there was a chance I'd know him. There was also a chance if this girl was going into medicine, that her dad would be into medicine as well.

I'd also talked myself out of convincing her that she was wrong. Maybe it would be the same in any profession, but most people I knew had in some way regretted their career choice or at least been shown various sides of humanity that they weren't prepared for. Whether the side of the tragic way in which some people lived longer but miserably, or way people were turned into soulless zombies by addictions... Actually I think what gets to you is the volume, that these stories aren't the exception but the rule. I didn't care how many people said it, I would always disagree with those who said that having a big heart was an advantage in this field. That's why I was a good doctor.

Yeah, I work in the Emergency room. Night shift, though, not sure your dad would know me. But you can ask him about Doctor Reese. I wasn't a stranger to my reputation, and damn I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. I shrugged, simply, and I wasn't going to say my thoughts out loud, but this young thing was almost too easy. I could tell her just how naive she was, and really piss her off, I could nod and go along with it, or I could teach her a lesson, but that lesson would be really expensive to me. Even teasing her by showing her a glimpse of my teeth wasn't the smartest of ideas. I usually felt even more hungry just having them out.

Where have you been, Farah? I'm an old fart and I even know that that's like.. cool now, isn't it? To be a nerd? Sure as hell wasn't when I was young, I mean, not really. But either way I think it would forever boil down to the haves and the have nots. Farah didn't look like a have not to me. Yeah, but since when was normal a good thing? I'd given her a cheeky smile after that, raising my brows and relaxing a little into my seat.

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Posted on Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:22 am

Oh, he's a surgeon. Not a specialist either- the general kind? Okay so surgery and surgeons weren't my strong point but seeing as I hadn't even started studying medicine yet I figured I was okay. Plus I already knew what I wanted to do within medicine so any highly geeky and preemptive studying was obviously going to be directed at that. My Dad's name is George Adams. Or Dr. Adams, I guess. I could remember the first time I'd heard my Dad called 'doctor'. I'd been fairly young, like seven or eight, and fallen off the swing set I'd tried to climb on top of. I'd been brought in for stitches and it'd been my Dad who did them, apparently not willing to let anyone else touch his daughter. Seriously, the protectiveness had been pretty ridiculous back then. He wasn't as bad these days but I was nearly sure he still saw me as his little girl.

My smile widened a bit at his words, knowing he'd have no way of knowing that my Dad was the biggest workaholic I'd ever seen and that him working the night shift wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference as to whether they'd know each other or not. Dad's mentioned the emergency room a lot, y'know, when he's actually been home long enough to talk to us about work. Seriously he's obsessed and I think he'd live at the hospital if he could. I laughed a little bit, trying not to think about how it'd be nice to see him a little more often. I knew he was passionate about what he did and maybe it was unfair of me seeing as I didn't wish my mother was around more often. I'll do that though. Ask him about you, I mean.

Another giggle slipped past my lips when he spoke, making me realize that eighteen or not I was still immature enough to be amused by the words 'old fart'. Okay first, you don't even look that old so... whatever. I said, throwing him a cheeky grin. Second, being a nerd will never be as cool as the kids who go throw parties while their parents are away and score booze with their fake ID's. Seriously, I think high school will just always be a bad teen movie. I shrugged, not really concerned about the whole thing given that I'd be heading to college soon and then hopefully I'd like come into my own. I didn't really care about popularity or anything like that but I'd be lying if I said it had always been like that. I'd cared at one point, just like any other kid... I'd just outgrown it. You're right, normal is boring and if I'd have to give up my Dr. Who obsession to be a regular teen then...I'll pass. I said with another laugh, about to open my mouth to say more when I heard the sound of a throat clearing.

If you'd asked me how I knew I couldn't have explained it, but I totally knew I'd been found out. When I look up I wasn't surprised to see Karmen and the others looking daggers at me... but I was surprised by the fact that they already smelled like a liquor store. My heart sank a little but I squared my shoulders and resisted to urge to grab my things and run. Oh... hey guys. "There you are Farah, why are you sitting over- who's this?" I watched as Karmen turned to look at Ben and wondered if she was drunk enough to start trying to hit on an obviously older guy in a coffee shop. To her it was probably all part of an effort to get more alcohol and Ben was obviously over 21. The way she grinned down at him, trying to be alluring, both made me cringe and confirmed that yes, she was already drunk enough for that. I ignored her question and decided to try the blunt approach. Look guys, I already said I'm not going out tonight. I've a test coming up in AP Bio and I really need to study- "Yeah, yeah, we all know you'd practically make out with those books if you could. Why don't you try being fun for once?" I felt my face warm at her words, and knowing that she was really drunk didn't stop them being hurtful. I'm so sorry about this. I muttered to Ben, knowing that it was totally unfair for him to have to hear any of this stuff and starting to gather up my things. The least I could do was leave so that no one else had to put up with it.

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Benjamin Reese | Vampire; Infant

Posted on Fri May 01, 2015 10:53 pm

I knew Dr. Adams, and he knew me, and I'd gotten a feeling from him that.. well I'll just say anything between the two of us had been strictly professional. I'd only remotely cared about his opinion when I was making plans to get into surgery. Now me being in the Emergency Room wasn't smart, let alone surgery. But what a way to break myself in, right?

Oh, yes, I definitely see Dr. Adams, quite a bit, and I pretended to take another drink of whatever I'd ordered. It should have smelled delicious, but there was something about the smell now... I wouldn't call it bad, but it did give a sort of warning. Finally, I looked at the laptop, which I'd almost forgotten about. Little Farah had actually been a sizable distraction. It looked like oh, shit, what was that old site full of trolls called? Oh, 4chan. Or maybe um, reddit, basically a forum, and from what I could tell, people were talking about St. Paul's here in Index, and who they saw for injuries after combat. Combat? Where the fuck had there been any combat in this town? Some redneck bar brawls, sure, but never any combat. Either way, they were recommending my dad as the person to patch them up.

How old do you consider old? And with that question I thought, not for the first time, that I'd be thirty two years old for a long time. What would that take, ten years from now? Would the thirty-somethings of the next generation be different than me? Would I age mentally? They were all questions I wanted to ask, but I didn't want answers. I'd rather find out for myself.

Those kids scoring booze will be living that same way for the rest of their lives and have nothing else to show for it. I didn't party all through school, I worked very hard, and my mom was single so I had to help her out. I didn't have a lot of fun back then. And what did I want to ad? That I was having it now? Maybe I was. Enough fun that I had no idea who Dr. Who was, and I wasn't going to fall into the trap of asking that question.

And it didn't take long at all for the situation to get dangerous, incredibly dangerous. Farah would have no idea, but she would be safe, as long as she ran. It didn't happen immediately. I watched as the girl eyed me up and down, and the bad thoughts in my head weren't sexual. They were of just how easy I could lure her away, and how easily I could explain the violent death of someone as young as her, especially with alcohol already present in her bloodstream. Drop her off in the wrong part of town and there really wouldn't be any questions, but a load of hushed rumors. My fangs clicked and I jerked my head away, pretending to be disinterested in the conversation unfolding.

I tried to pull my attention to the conversation, now going into detail about what sort of injuries "Ol Sig" had patched up for them, and fuck, it just made hungrier. My fingers began randomly stroking across the keys on the laptop.

No worries, I mumbled, not looking away from the screen. Where do you guys go? Do your parents know where you'll be? I tried my best to sound like the concerned adult. My plan, however vaguely formed it was, was going into motion whether I liked it or not.

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Posted on Sat May 02, 2015 9:16 am

Wow, seriously? So you know my Dad. Huh, small world. Like I know Index isn't exactly metropolitan but still it's like everyone knows everyone else and their business here. That was definitely one of the factors for my pro dorm-living category. Living on campus would mean that no one knew me or my family and I wouldn't walk into a store and be asked question about my parents or how school was going because people who knew my family seemed to be everywhere. Yeah getting away from all that sounded really appealing, even if knowing no one was a little scary. It wasn't like I'd never be able to come back and visit, especially given how short the travel distance was.

But now probably wasn't the best time to be thinking through that stuff. That was a decision I needed to make after a lot of thought and it'd be horrible of me to make it without talking to the people closest to me first. So I'd just put it out of my mind for now and do my best not to keep coming back to it. But the year was moving to an end faster than I'd expected and -oh wow, I'd actually already started thinking about it again. Right, no more. I was grateful for Ben's question then, something to occupy myself. I don't think I consider a specific age old. I guess... forty if I had to pick? And you don't look anywhere close to that. I pointed out, still not willing to guess an age in case I was dead wrong. But his little speech on 'those kids' made him seem more mature than before. Oh... well you're a doctor now so I guess that must've payed off. Your mom must be proud. Oh God, I hope his mom was actually still alive and that I hadn't made a total idiot of myself again. Why did I talk without thinking? Why was a cursed with the ability to consistently put my foot in my mouth.

Or was that just me being cursed in general? I was starting to think it given how this whole situation was mortifying and I had no idea how to just shut it down. Look, I'm leaving now and I'm still not dropping you off at some awful bar. "Oh, sorry Farah, did we interrupt your date?" What? No, that's just- "Well y'know you've obviously got a thing for... older guys, right? Don't worry it's like the only interesting thing about you." I glared at Karmen, mouth opening and closing as I struggled to think of something to say, a word to call her that described just how horrible she was being. I got that she was referring to Monday, but all she knew about that was that he was older than I'd thought he'd been and that it hadn't changed how I'd felt about him. I'd confided in my friends and now she was throwing it back in my face. Just shut the hell up Karmen. Go steal some more money from your Dad's wallet and get yourself a taxi. You're so horrible when you're drunk, it really doesn't suit you. I finished gathering my books and looked at the other two girls I considering friends. I'll drop you guys home if you want? They were looking at Karmen now, shocked at what she'd said and like they really weren't feeling the party vibe. "Sorry for being such bitches about it Farah." One apologized while the other looked at her feet. Karmen made a noise of disgust, her lip curling at us before she turned back to Ben and answered his question, going back to trying to seem alluring. "Well I'M still going to the bar I know, it's between here and Gold Bar and they've great prices on their booze. My parents don't need to know what I do all the time but you could always come along... be my chaperon." Oh my God, Karmen. I shook my head and turned to Ben, feeling the need to apologize once more. Again, I'm so sorry about all this Ben. I hesitated, not sure if I should just leave or if I should try convince Karmen to stop making a fool of herself.

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Benjamin Reese | Vampire; Infant

Posted on Sat May 16, 2015 5:29 pm

It's a good thing you learn fast, because that's something you've got to know in a small place like this. When you live in a town like this your reputation will always precede you. Not that this little one seemed like that was something she would need to worry about. If you did nothing wrong, then your reputation was the last of your worries. Sure, kids would worry about it. Adults worried about it, whether or not they had a reason. If your biggest fret was whether or not you were perceived as a brainiac, then I envied your life. Then again, I knew nothing about this girl's life other than her father. He seemed like a stand-up guy, which was likely why he never had too much to say to me that wasn't of a professional nature. 

No, I'm not 40, but there's something my mother always told me - 'once you hit thirty your life flies by.' I can tell you she's not wrong. Well, I probably had a few years left of feeling that way. But I could already imagine myself looking in the mirror ten years from now thinking, am I not any closer to being finished with this life? Sounds morbid, but I knew I wouldn't see it the same way when I didn't have a family to live for, when my body was stagnant, and my hours of the day were limited. I worked with a lot of elderly people, and I at least could bear witness to a few hundred people who were just ready for it to be over. It wasn't that obscene. 

She is, I said, leaning back and smiling, and up until this moment I'd intentionally pushed away thoughts of my mother. I was the prodigal son who could go months without even calling his mother. How much time did I have left to see her? Any at all? She was a perceptive little bird, she would know. I didn't know what she would know, but she would know. I should call her, I mused, more to myself, a worried look betraying my usual nature. 






I found myself strangely defensive of the girl, and it wasn't a maybe for the reason. I knew exactly why. That was me, right up until I graduated. I couldn't remember the guys being so mean about it, more pushy than anything. Who would believe now that someone had to beg me to "get laid"? So for the most part, again, I brought my attention back to the laptop screen, or at least pretended to, while the girls hashed out whatever it was they had to hash out. I figured for the most part, my participation would only embarrass Farah more. At least, until I couldn't ignore them any longer. The ringleader had obviously seen opportunity, which usually had to do with my monetary assets once my car came into the picture, but this time it had to be about my age and ability to procure booze for her. Trust me, even if jail bait was legal, it was never worth the baggage that came along with it. I cleared my throat, and lazily pulled my attention away from the laptop screen.

And excuse me you are? Oh, the one who was not a minute ago giving Farah hell for being into older men? I shrugged. Forgive me, I'm not into people who are so... transparent. She looked mostly frustrated, and I couldn't tell if she didn't have anything to say back, or if she just didn't want to waste any more time on someone who wasn't going to get her what she wanted.

You should be careful hanging out with older men. Some of them are real monsters.

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