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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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[Private] High Stakes and Headaches

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Tue Oct 11, 2016 12:01 am

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Edge of Forest | Chilly & Clear | 10 P.M.


The forest wasn't just an abyss of trees and bushes like one would imagine. It had personality, it had patches of land that were seemingly similar to the next, but if you had the senses to pick up on little details you could see just how different one group of trees could be from another. This particular location had a small opening where the wildlife refused to grow higher than my ankles, if at all. I could smell the smokey remnants of a fire and cheep beer. It was a camping spot... But there was more to it than that. There were tire tracks, boot imprints that differed from one another. People walked through here, people drove through here, this spot had a lot of activity, and it was frequent too.

Truth was it didn't take a genius to see the signs. I hadn't even traveled a mile into the forest when I found myself in this very spot. The edges of a forest usually did see a lot of activity. Dumb teens wanting to experience mother nature while they filled themselves with coors light and humped like rabbits in shitty, cheap walmart tents. Completely careless and oblivious to the brutality of nature.

Staring at the black circle in the center where a fire warmed the bodies of at least two humans only a night before, I could still smell shitty cologne and spearmint gum. Scents could linger for a long fucking time when you were actually trying to sniff them out. And I was. Doing my nightly rounds wasn't exactly fun. But after discovering that fanger bitch Noelle lurking outside my window like a desperate ex wife, inspecting the forest that filled the space around the back of my home became yet another task on my endless list of shit I needed to do on a nightly basis.

It'd be a lie if I said I hadn't been secretly hoping to catch the scent of wolf. Finding Luxx in the woods was like hitting a jackpot on a high stakes slot machine, the initial win exciting and all until you lose it all ten minutes later and wish you could turn back time and not go to the fucking casino in the first place. But a jackpot had a tendency to fill you with hope, hope that another one would be right around the corner, a bigger and better one.

I pulled a smoke from my pocket and placed it between my teeth, lighting the end as I took a seat around the fireless pit and propped my elbows on top of my knees. I pulled my eyes from the pit and looked out, the trees so sparse and my distance so shallow I could still see the lights from the houses that lined my street. Including my own...

Funny, I thought I'd shut that off...

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Re: [Private] High Stakes and Headaches

Daron Wynyard | Vampire; Young

Posted on Tue Oct 11, 2016 3:03 am



Tonight had originally been reserved for something important. Rescheduling Henry’s turning set my plans for Gayle’s party back even further. Given Noelle, my Princess, had shackled a three day hourglass on arrangements I was going to have to work some serious magick. Not going to ground for a few days was going to set my nerves on end and possibly lead to some unsightly bleeds. The things I did for beautiful women. Eventually I was going to kill myself, for a second time. I was trading one pressing date with another one.

How Ursula had found me was outside my spectrum of problem solving. I myself hadn’t spoken to her, and as far as I could gather from Alyssa she had refused to speak to my progeny at all. She had left a very large heavy metal box and some instructions. Ursula was not my favorite Candy bar. As an Ancient she had an intoxicating hold on my genitals that I was powerless to control. She was also a Vampire of many years, presented in a body of a jail-bait. Her mind might be delectable but the visual was not and it confused the hell out of my instincts. Making a long story short, she made me very uncomfortable. Having had to not face her in person just barely took the edge of the anger I bore for being forced to follow orders.

As part as my redemption in the eyes of the Supremacy I had to report directly to her. I’d been given the task of Pooch Babysitting. It wasn’t the actual job that had me bristling, just the fact I was not given the choice as to when I wanted to conduct this Day-Care. Even the location had been chosen by Ursula herself. Finding Vincent Byrne’s residence was effortless. The King Mutt lived in a shitty part of town, in a shitty low rent hole.

Lady Luck was still motor-boating me because not only was it easy to get into the place, he also wasn’t home. Pack Master. The two words sat on my lips and brought images of Noelle’s glacial blue eyes to mind. I had not forgotten her suggestion of the perfect gift for Gayle. Unfortunately my commands weren’t to extract any organs from the German Shepard. Setting up the trip wired shotgun on one side of the door took longer than I had expected. I wasn’t going to assassinate him mind due, the shells were filled with a tranquilizer chemically balanced to drop an Alpha. If the dosage was off, then I had a second shotgun held in my arms that I could shoot from the couch. Both had silencers, though I was tempted to use a pillow for gangster effect. He had to step over the threshold to trigger the first gunshot. If he continued to move much after that, I was going to ice him again.

Everything about this was completely insane but I suspected the ability to follow blindly no matter how deranged the leader was part of the point. After flicking the lights off and then on, off and then on, I tested to make sure the wire along the floor wasn’t instantly noticeable before I plunged myself back into darkness and languished on Top Dogs second-hand store couch.

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Wed Oct 12, 2016 1:35 am

I eyed the light for a little bit longer. It was easy to shrug it off, considering my life was one big fucking abyss of blackouts from booze, and blackouts from vampire gods. For all I fucking knew I could have a second life, one completely hidden from myself. A wife, maybe kids, maybe a second job. Fuck me... That would explain why I couldn't afford to pay my fucking bills, I was supporting some white trash family somewhere and I didn't even know it.

I stood up and flicked my cigarette into the fire pit and began kicking dirt over it. I guess it was a habit from my days in California and that stupid fucking commercial that aired a million times. ''If it's too hot to touch it's too hot to leave. Only you can prevent forest fires.'' or some bullshit. Though with my fucking luck, I wouldn't have been surprised if I was the one man in the history of wet ass western Washington that started a forest fire during rainy season.

I gave a few more kicks of dirt just be certain after the thought crossed my mind. And after the last one, I caught something shiny reflecting just below my boot. I stared at for a minute, and my eyes lit up just to get a better look as I knelt down and picked it up. What the fuck... I muttered to myself, frowning at the pressed coin in my hand. It was mine. I didn't even know I'd lost it, and I sure as fuck didn't know how it had gotten here. I couldn't say I would have missed it, it was just a sick reminder that my connection to vampires ran deeper than Ursula and her false God.

I shoved the coin into my pocket and as I walked back to my house, I managed to shrug the weirdness of that off too. Blaming it on booze and vampire gods, and fucking Obama and Donald Trump. You name it, and it took the blame, because I had no more fucking patience for weird shit anymore.




The woods were clear, but that didn't mean they'd stay that way. And as I neared the front door I began digging in my pockets for my phone to check the time, and make sure my alarm was set for midnight so I could do another bullshit walk around the perimeter to check for scents. I stared at my screen, my eyes seeing the time, but my nose tingling with the scent of death. I turned and took a step towards my truck, the smell faded, and when I turned back, the smell grew stronger. Not much, but enough. My hand hesitantly reached for the doorknob as my other shoved my phone in my back pocket, and I turned the handle, my body snug up against the door as I took my first step inside.

I couldn't register anything, just noise. Loud ass fucking noise. It took me a split second longer to realize what it was without the familiar smell of gunpowder following that particular sound ringing throughout my ears. And then came the feeling in my neck, like I'd pulled a muscle. I instinctively reached up to rub where the majority of the pain was emanating from and felt little needles sticking out of my skin. I immediately ripped them out and flipped on the light. The scent alone told me who was sitting on my fucking couch, and I took a step forward, throwing the shit I'd just pulled from my neck to the ground with fury.

You're fucking dead fanger. I spat, eyes glowing, and claws emerging.

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Re: [Private] High Stakes and Headaches

Daron Wynyard | Vampire; Young

Posted on Wed Oct 12, 2016 10:57 pm

Aside from falling asleep I doubted there was a greater false step in hunting than getting into a text message war. Drew was being a royal pain in my arse as per usual. Making it difficult to try and maintain a tight schedule for the upcoming festivities. None of the band members wanted to come back to Index, memories of what happened in Seattle still a freshly dug grave. However the only one with enough juice in his nether regions to defy me was, Drew. It was funny how sire bonds began and developed. It was one of the only things about Vampire Culture I had a first hand, in depth knowledge of, through multiple experiences.

Tapping up another furious reply had almost caused me to miss the sound of footsteps. I’d barely hit send after a flurry of fingertips and tossed my phone to the side to grip the shotgun before the doorknob began to turn. If I'd had a working heart it would be performing a drum solo about now. While I would never consider myself a coward, this was almost suicidal. If this mongrel got anywhere near me, I was dead. It was plain and simple. 

Having little faith in The Supremacy’s desire to keep me intact, I hadn’t expected this tranquilizer crap to work on the first shot. I hadn’t however expected him to be able to turn the bloody light on. That was far more movement and cognitive function that I was expecting. Eyebrows straining up my forehead in surprise I felt an ominous cloud of fear drift over my face for a moment before I bared my fangs in response to his glowing eyes. “Trust the Supremacy Nazi's to give me one dud shell.” Snarling at the Pack Master with as much courage as I could find in the back pocket of my jeans I lifted the shotgun with a snap of supernatural speed.


Aiming one shot at the upper right hand side of his chest I quickly pumped the weapon with a blur that made the metal sound as if it was going to splinter. Firing off another round at his genital region was actually a miscalculation, It wasn’t like I’d shot guns on a regular basis. The third and final was off to the side to try and strike him if he were to try and dodge either of the others. Even with the silencer there was a loud popping noise and kick back that jolted my frame a little.

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Re: [Private] High Stakes and Headaches

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Wed Oct 12, 2016 11:21 pm

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Were the only words that rang loud within my skull. At this point in my hell of a fucking life, little things most people took for granted were solid gold. A night, one night with nothing but The Walking Dead, a cold beer, and a good steak was the holy fucking grail. And a good nights sleep, a full ten hours sounded fucking awesome, well that was water from the river of life. Neither of which fucking existed, and neither of which were going to find their way into this fucking house.

You'd think finding a blood sucker in your house would be the worst of all. You'd think being potential food for the leech was as bad as it could get. But no, fuck no, not only was the fucker on my couch spouting off shit about the Supremacy, which should have surprised me more than it did. But this mother fucker was shooting me. It was like going up against Zeus, expecting to be shot with lightning bolts, but no, for added effect he was going to light your ass on fire first, just to be sure. Maybe this was fucking punishment for all those times I'd drowned spiders with shampoo before squishing them in the tub. A taste of my own medicine.

I growled, I fucking gave him the most menacing battle cry I could manage before taking another step inside. This was his fucking warning, and it wasn't for his sake, it was for my own. Deep down I just wanted him to leave so I wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up the pile of guts and clothes he'd turn into after I ripped his fucking head off. But of course, what I wanted was just a sticky note sitting up with the holy grail by the river of life, achievable.

The shot to my chest didn't drop me, but my reflexes were already off. My thoughts were turning to sludge. But it wasn't until the shot to my nuts when I hit the floor. Fuck me I wanted to shift but it wasn't until now, when what was left of my coherent mind was entirely focused on the pain between my legs when I realized how much focus it really took to shift. Fuck you... I managed to blurt out, spit flying across the floor and drool oozing out of my mouth as it took every bit of strength I had left to get the words out. It was fucking worth it, that mother fucking idiot shot me again, and it was lights out for me.

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