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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Tue Jun 02, 2015 6:44 pm

Maybe I should have cared a little bit more about what she was upset about, but the week I had, had in that place made her current issue with me feel so insignificant in comparison. It wasn't that I didn't give a shit about what she had to say, I just cared more about what was on that flash drive. Fuck if she couldn't get past my disappearing act then would she even be able to cope with whatever the drive contained? I didn't know what we were going to see, I didn't know how deep this shit went, but what I did know was I needed her to fucking focus on the now and save her lecture for later.

I shifted, trying to find comfort in an uncomfortable situation. I said I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can do to fix it. Giving her time to get over it was the only option. I knew what it was like, I'd more or less been in her situation before, maybe not exactly, but enough to know apologies didn't mean shit. Time was the only way to fix shit like this. I just needed to figure out how I could get her to fucking drop it. Hell she didn't even need to drop it for long, just long enough to see what the fuck was on this flash drive. That was it, then she could go for the fucking jugular if she wanted to. I just needed to know, I needed to know what Odin had to do with all of this, with what happened to me when I was there, I just needed to know.

The contents of the video, the little bit we had watched anyway definitely fucking threw me. But... There was a part of me that always knew. The journal, the strange markings, the things Odin used to say to me when we were alone or the way he would act. The trials he would put me through, everything just felt off with him. He was a likable fucking guy, he really was, he was a people person, so he did a good job of diverting any suspicion, but I always knew something wasn't entirely right when it came to him. I just knew it, and now I felt like the fog was fucking clearing and all of those things that happened made so much fucking sense.

I don't know, I don't know. I spoke fast and rubbed my face with my hands before finally sitting back down on the couch. I didn't even hesitate to place the laptop back on my lap and click play. Fuck, hours, days, I don't know. There's so much fucking here I don't even know if I... I stopped as their conversation continued. I couldn't get it out of my head that this was the same woman that... How could he work with them? He didn't even look like he was fucking suffering, he almost looked like he enjoyed it, like they were fucking pals or something. It was beyond fucking twisted, it was fucked up. Seriously fucked up.



''Let's get back to business now shall we?'' She spoke as she switched the recording device back on. ''Have you spoken with her since we last met?'' Odin smirked and looked down at the table before leaning forward to cross his arms over the surface. ''I have, and..'' He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the journal, the same one that I had been carrying with me since he passed. The same one that went missing that night at the casino. He used his finger to nudge it towards her before getting back into his earlier position, and she began scanning through the pages. ''Towards the middle.'' She flipped through the book and stopped on a page filled with strange markings and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. ''Oh this is just phenomenal. Simply amazing Odin, amazing work.'' - ''What does it say?'' - Her eyes continued scanning the markings, ''It tells of a... a plan for reincarnation. There are a few symbols here I don't quite understand, I'll have to speak to my superiors, but... She plans to be reborn. Do you have any idea what this means? We are living through a new era Odin, we are going to experience changes in our world that most of our-'' she cleared her throat, ''my kind couldn't even dream of.'' - ''Well don't exclude me out of that family just yet Ms. Darwin. Don't forget I was the one she first contacted, I am the one she's coming here for. But none of that matters. She's spoken of this before, so I can't say I'm surprised.'' He laughed as he leaned back in his chair. ''Do you know what your next move is? I'm not... I'm not seeing anything about the details of the project...'' She flipped through the pages, her eyes constantly darting from the journal back to Odin. ''Yeah, I know what needs to be done. But touching on our earlier conversation here... It's risky. I need to turn someone, and I assume you know that isn't always easy for my kind to accept. Especially if they don't trust I can keep them safe. He'll climb the ranks, and ultimately take my place. That's as much as I know. But I trust you don't really need to hear much more than that anyway do you Ms. Darwin?'' They exchanged friendly smiles and she nodded her head before offering him a drink.



That was when I closed the laptop and unplugged the drive, I couldn't watch anymore, and I definitely couldn't fucking say anything. I was fucking angry, hell yeah I was fucking angry, and for the first time since I left I was beginning to feel that need for a drink again. I tried to push it away and just focus on what I had just seen, but even that felt fucking unbearable. I stuffed the drive back into my pocket and moved her laptop off to the side before running my fingers through my hair and letting my head fall to the back of her couch with a sigh. Report. - While I was away I mean. Now I actually wanted to hear how it was, I needed the fucking distraction.

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Peyton Marx | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Tue Jun 02, 2015 8:09 pm

I didn't think he really got what my issue was with all this. Him apologizing again only made me more sure of that. I didn't want apologies and it wasn't about fixing shit. It was that he'd made it clear we were nothing more than business partners and then he'd gone and done a shitty job at even being just that. 'Business partners' kept each other informed and didn't hide shit and as far as i was concerned that was exactly what he'd done. It was just that he'd left but that he'd obviously been planning on doing it and hadn't said fuck all about it until after he'd already gone. He should've given me some warning and the fact that he hadn't... well it just spoke a shit tonne about his opinion of me. Just forget it. I muttered, unwilling to discuss the matter any further, not when it wouldn't change anything that had already happened. Now it was probably just a case of waiting to see if he'd pull a stunt like that again.

And honestly, as I'd watched the video and heard the shit that had been said, well what he'd done kinda faded into being pretty much insignificant. What the hell did a week-long disappearance matter in comparison to all of this. This was... shit it was fucking huge. What the hell were we even supposed to do with this information? What did Odin working with fangers mean for the pack now? I raked my hand through my hair again, pulling at the strands in frustration as I looked at him. The fact that he was just as thrown by this fucking revelation reassured me that he wasn't doing anything like Odin had. I hadn't really thought he would but one alphas betrayal made me wonder about the strength of the ties that were supposed to hold a pack together.

Days? I practically croaked in disbelief. This seems fucking impossible. Suddenly I felt completely fucking drained, just clutching the glass in my hand raising it to my lips as I watched Vin take a seat again. For a moment I didn't move, even when he pulled my laptop toward him again. I didn't want to see the video, didn't want to watch the sickening sight of Odin chatting to that vamp like it was just some casual fucking business meeting. But I forced myself to moved closer, perching on the arm of the couch and looking down at the screen with extreme reluctance.

I hadn't thought it could get much worse, but even with the initial shock and horror of it all sinking in it felt worse, definitely worse. I managed to kept still and not react to the things I was hearing, my face blank aside from my brow creasing when she started talking about reincarnation. What the hell was that about? Who the fuck were they talking about. This shit was causing my more question than it was answering that was for fucking sure. I almost opened my mouth to ask about it but then the leech mentioned her kind as a whole and Odin... he said that shit about being part of that family. I choked on the air I was inhaling, my eyes wide and a sick feeling in my stomach. I cursed under my breath but continued watching, wondering if the video would reveal anything else, answer any of the things I'd been wondering about. But it didn't. Instead Odin went on to talk about turning someone, about them taking his place. It felt like my heart stopped for a second and I just didn't know how to react.

When he put the laptop away and asked for an account of what happened while he'd been gone I was actually grateful for it. I had so many question and there was so much information to try come to terms with that I needed some time to get my head straight. I stared down and the glass in my hand before taking a swig, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth before I answered him. Well, the pack were every bit as happy about the temporary change in leadership as you'd expect. There was a report of a missing wolf but looking into it turned up nothing. I didn't think I needed to say what had probably happened there. It wasn't like we never ran afoul of an enemy. I used pack funds to get a couple of broken windows fixed after they got broken but I replaced the money. I wanted to clear that up in case he went through the books and started accusing me of stealing money or some shit. I didn't necessarily think he would but I was being cautious. 

That's all the important shit I can think of anyway. Anything specific you want to know? Sitting on the arm of the couch was starting to get uncomfortable so I got up, moving around and taking a seat on the other side of the couch again. I swirled the contents of the glass I was holding, still wondering how best to broach the topic of what we'd just seen. It didn't seem like the kinda thing where there was every a truly good time to discuss it. Should I even bring it up? I cast through my mind for something else, remembering I'd wanted to ask him something earlier. So, are you really not going to say where you've been for the last week. Or where you got that. I said, looking over at him and gesturing to the pocket I'd seen him put the drive in. Had he said he wouldn't tell me? Or that he couldn't?

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Tue Jun 02, 2015 8:30 pm

Have you ever just, felt lost? Not in the emo sense of the word, but in the sense of... You've just had your entire belief system turned upside down and you don't even know where to start your thought process? That was exactly where I was at in that moment. I didn't know what to think, which was part of why I wanted her to report on the state of the pack at such a weird time considering what we had just seen. It seemed like the only thing I could understand, the only thing I could talk about without being verbally paralyzed in confusion.

She didn't tell me anything I didn't already suspect. Nothing in particular. Seems it went as well... Or as badly as I thought it would to be honest. I felt guilty, I didn't know if I was feeling guilty because my expectation was just confirmed as a reality regarding her week, or... I didn't know why I felt guilty exactly, just that I did. Fuck, as much as I wanted to say I took my little vacation from hell strictly for answers and answers only, that'd be a lie. I was tortured for a week straight, I got the answers I was looking for, but nothing about that week was pleasant, yet it was still a relief to be away from the standard pack bullshit here in Index. Maybe it was fucked up to think that way, but it was how I felt.

My eyes scanned the room, as if I was looking for something. Then I realized I was looking for my drink, the one I never poured myself and I leaned back and relaxed. Fuck old habits die hard. I looked at her, I even took a minute to position myself, as if I was about to give her the explanation she was looking for. Maybe I was setting her up for disappointment but it wasn't intentional. I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't, and at the same time I kind of didn't want to either. It was fucking complicated. No.

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Peyton Marx | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Tue Jun 02, 2015 9:08 pm

There wasn't really much I expected from him in way of a response to me 'report'. Hell, I was surprised he even acknowledged it really. It was pretty obvious he didn't actually care about what it was I had to say. Maybe he'd just remembered that as alpha he was supposed to ask about shit like that? I rolled my eyes when he spoke and just took a swig from drink. Yeah well I'm sure you knew all about what it was bound to be like. Good for you. I said, starting to feel irritated about what had happened all over again. Yeah, he'd known what it was going to be like, would've been fucking great if he'd actually managed to not be a selfish dick for two seconds and have told me what it would be like.

But maybe if he actually had a good reason for all of it, if he even just told me that the drive he'd come back with was what he'd gone off for in the the first place, maybe I wouldn't feel so fucking... whatever it was I felt. Because honestly I knew it was more than anger but I didn't know what that 'more' was. Or maybe I did but there was something holding me back from acknowledging it? Again he just succeeded in making me feel confused and like I didn't know my own fucking head and what was going on inside it. And I hated that, far more than I could ever put into words.

My gaze made it's way back to him and I waited, just watched as he looked around and the settled back. Was he even going acknowledge that I'd asked him something? Or was he using that whole 'feigning deafness'. I was about to give up and just tell him to leave or something but then looked at me, shifted and for a second I thought that maybe I was actually going to get that explanation? I should've known thinking shit like that would come easy was stupid, but when he spoke it wasn't anything close to an explanation. It was barely even an answer. He might as well have just said 'fuck you'.

Well if he wouldn't then I would. You know what? Fuck you man. Seriously. I stood up, draining the rest of my drink and placing it on and end table as I passed it. Anger was licking at my insides, my temper flaring again and I was reminded of how it had felt when I'd read that stupid fucking letter and how furious I'd been with him then. How much I still was and I was tired of making myself keep that in check. I spun around, glaring down at him. What the fuck is your problem? You disappear without saying anything and then you come back and you still explain nothing. You show me that fucked up video and when I ask about it you won't answer.. I stopped, just shaking my head and letting out a humorless laugh. You're such a fucking asshole. It was hard to believe I'd ever thought otherwise.

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Tue Jun 02, 2015 9:25 pm

I wasn't fucking stupid. It'd take someone really fucking dumb or flat out challenged to not sense the tone in her voice, the rising fury in her words. Goddamn it felt like it'd been years since I argued with her at the Den, really the last time I saw her before I disappeared, so it was slightly hard for me to understand why she was pissed. Not entirely hard, but a little bit, yeah. It felt like a lifetime ago, but I had to keep reminding myself it wasn't a lifetime ago, it wasn't years, it was practically the other day. I didn't know if I felt exhausted now, but I knew I really didn't want this to lead into an argument. At the same time, I knew it was going to. Shit I knew I fucked up, but what did she want from me? Did she want me to invent a time machine to go back in time and make everything all better? Fuck I didn't know what else I could do and it was like being fucking constantly bitched at for something you have no control over. Shit, I got the message, what else? Just... What else could I say or do? I wasn't going to fucking apologize again, I'd already done that, so... Fuck this.

When she finally lost it, I threw my head back and covered my face with my hands and groaned. My groan grew louder as she kept talking. Yeah, I was trying to drown out her bullshit. Fuck, aside from the Lilith bullshit, had I ever given her a reason not to trust me? Why the fuck couldn't she just trust me now? This was fucking stupid. Real fucking mature Peyton, anymore insults you wanna throw my way? Even if I wanted to tell you I can't okay? Just fucking get over it already. Oh boohoo, you had a hard fucking week, try doing it twenty-four-fucking-seven then cry to me about it. Don't forget, you fucking asked to be Warlord, it's in your fucking job description to step up to the plate when you're needed, it's in your fucking job description to trust your fucking alpha. Clearly you have a lot to fucking learn.

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