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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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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Mon Nov 28, 2016 12:22 am

Who says you have to say no? A quick brow raise before I moved on, partly because I didn’t want to seem too, I don’t know, try hard? And part because well, he did have a friend coming over. Although sometimes getting caught in the act sounded exciting, I had a feeling now wasn’t the time. Besides, as much as we joked about it, I was starting to feel the friends part more than the benefits, as crazy as that fucking sounded right now. Well, I mean, not to be completely cheese but I’m sure you have a complicated relationship with cats anyway. I’d been watching too much Family Guy, because I had a brief mental image of Vincent watching a cat video and barking his head off at them. And sorry, I don’t know what kind of incentive you’re looking for but I don’t think Facebook allows nudes. I shook my head, my body language saying, tisk, tisk.


Oh, my god, I laughed, Talk about getting nerfed. Although, I wondered with his strength if it would be possible for him to hurt someone with a beanie babie or a nerf weapon. Was he stronger in dog form? Fuck, I really shouldn’t think about these things. Kinda fucked up my mental perception. Asking myself ridiculous questions like did he get dog hair in his junk after turning. Too much and honestly killed whatever the female version of a hard on was. You’re not offering cocaine are you? Please don’t tell me you’re into that shit. Half serious, half joking. How fucked was it that it wasn’t so much as a danger thing, like I wasn’t afraid of the stuff. It was one thing I felt fucking snooty about. People that did coke and heroin and shit were just kind of gross. As a reminder of my own bad habits and how shitty it was of me to judge, I tipped the tequila up swallowing at least twice before I tipped the bottle back down wiping my lips with the back of my hand.


I am like, the best space whore. If I were in a movie, I’d want to be like, the chick who is super hot but you feel weird about it because I’m purple. What the fuck did that even mean? I didn’t care, that would be fucking awesome. No, why? Have you done LSD? I asked, somewhat pointing the tip of my bottle to Vincent. HAVE you!? I grinned. I wasn’t drunk, I wasn’t near drunk but maybe I had a light buzz going and I was definitely going to be gabby now.


So for fucks’ sake, was anyone associated with Vincent tall dark and handsome? Fuck my life, eye candy for all of the days. Hell yeah, I’m down for a sexy party but a girl’s gotta eat first. I liked the dude, he was fun, and I could definitely see him being the life of the party kind of dude. I watched reluctantly as Vincent took the bag, sitting my cactus juice on the floor before pushing myself back up and quickly diving my hand down the bag while Vincent still held it. It didn’t matter what I grabbed, I didn’t care. I was starving. It was just a normal taco, but I didn’t care. Debo? Cooool, dude. I was tempted to ask if he was a wolf, too, but fuck even if he was, that would probably get annoying after a while, wouldn’t it? And if he wasn’t, and didn’t know, then that would just not be cool now would it? Way ahead of you, I said, unwrapping my taco, some of the lettuce falling off before I took a bite. MMM! I said, before swallowing, I just remembered! That’s where I’ve heard that name. We got this guitar, some dude sold to us, so it’s used, but he customized it and it kinda looks like um… I sat down beside my tequila. The guitarist, he has a Gibson Explorer, and this guy customized his guitar to be just like his. It’s pretty cool. God, Michelle, tryhard much?

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Fri Dec 09, 2016 10:00 pm

People with morals and respect and I don't know... I imagine people that wear a lot of flowery shit and refer to classic rock as devil music would probably tell me I should say no. I'd hardly had enough to drink to start rambling about shit already. And honestly I could have kept going describing these certain people but I forced myself to stop, practically shoving the opening of the bottle into my mouth and sucking on it like a baby does a bottle just to keep my mouth occupied with anything other than speech. It's true. I hate cats, man. To be fair I hated them long before becoming a wolf, and I didn't know if it was a wolf thing or not. Just another reason I see no point in Facebook. I broke my mouth away from my liquid silencer long enough to voice my opinion, and put it right back for another gulp.

Yeah dude, on weekends I shoot up, sell my body for crack rocks, and shift into wolf form so I can roll around in needles and meth too. I said sarcastically, laughing towards the end because to some extent, I did care if people thought I was a junkie. I was a lot of bullshit, but nothing pissed me off more than being perceived as something I wasn't. I had enough fucked traits to choose from, I didn't need accusations tacking falsities onto the list. If you want the honest truth, I don't really... I don't need drugs. Not that anyone does really. Being what I am makes me perma-high, more in my other form, but it still applies to human form too. Like uh... Even through the music I can hear the oven timer going off two houses over, it's faint, but I can still hear it. I can smell the perfume of the chick walking her dog on the other side of the street which honestly smells to me like those raunchy over-scented, dried, flower petals old people display in dishes. And her dog is a pug by the way, maybe a Pomeranian, I'm not sure, but I can hear its steps and it's stride isn't that long so it's definitely a small dog. All of my senses are through the roof. I've gotten used to it for the most part but I can still recognize that it's intense, even more when I shift.

I brought up the bottle for another drink but pulled it away before I pulled a Michelle and inhaled the juice through my nose. You mean like uh... Gamora, from Guardians of the Galaxy? Well I mean she's green but I get it. Hot as fuck but... Green... If you want some dirt on me then you should know that when The Fifth Element came out I had the biggest hard on for Diva Plavalaguna. I wasn't aiming for nerd cred at all, actually. Of course I have, I was sixteen once. I mean I mostly went for sneaking booze because it was easier to come by but yeah, friends and I hopped on the ferry from Seattle to Bremerton, dropped acid, and spent the entire time trying to keep my best bud at the time from jumping in the water to see if it was really a portal that lead to another dimension. I wouldn't recommend it honestly. I shrugged my shoulders and took another sip.

I don't know if I'd use the word ''sexy'' to describe a party with Debo in a santa hat but whatever... My voice trailed off as I watched Michelle mow through her first bite, there wasn't anything unique about the way she ate, other than the fact I'd seen Logan take his first bite into a taco the same exact way. I smiled at the thought, pushing it away before it could lead anywhere grim and reached into the bag. HOLD UP! I dropped the taco back into the bag, You mean the one with the diamond plating pick guard? It wasn't exactly at the top of my Christmas list, but I also didn't think I'd be able to ever get my hands on one. What's the price on that bad boy? I'll buy that shit from you right now.

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Fri Dec 16, 2016 12:37 am

Who listens to those fucks anyway? I mean maybe I sound heartless but when are those fuckers going to die off anyway? Honestly, there were times when people with sticks up their ass came into the store. They bitched about how easily offended millennials were but then were offended by my clothes or the music playing in the store. God, I loved when they found out I owned the place. So what if I lost the business of a closed minded fuck? Good riddance. Now that didn’t mean I turned down everyone who wanted to preach the gospel or whatever. Some were, well, they had good intentions even if they were annoying. Sure, leave a card with a bible verse and a cross, that’s fine, but don’t be a douche. Facebook is overrated anyway, I mused before taking another drink of the cactus juice which was growing on me with each drink.

You know, though, I mean, not that I’m advocating drug use, and not that I actually think you’re a druggie, but I wonder if wolves and or vampires could get by with drug use. I mean, wouldn’t healing abilities kinda, negate all the bad effects of shit? Would an addiction be something that could be healed? Maybe I was getting too deep for my own self and I pushed away the thought kind of wanting more fun and light hearted conversation. Because fuck, addictions were kind of depressing weren’t they? That’s pretty awesome, but uh… now I’m going to think twice about every fucking thing I do, yanno, living next door to you. I raised an eyebrow but held back a smile, letting the look sit a minute before taking another drink. I wasn’t kidding, necessarily, though. Would that thought fuck me up if I wanted to have someone over and have fun? Would I care if he enjoyed hearing things? After the fact, probably not, but if I thought about it during the act then it might fuck with my head a little. Then again, it would probably give me the opportunity to fuck with him a little, if I was clever enough to figure out how.

Yes! Exactly. Or shit, you need to watch Farscape. Chiana, man. Look her up, I mean I’d hit it. She’s fucking blue but a fucking kitten you know what I mean? I wasn’t going to admit I hadn’t yet seen Fifth Element. Of course it was on my to watch list, but fuck I always forgot about it. I had a huge list of like epic sci-fi shit to watch, including like Johnny Mnemonic. Of course, I couldn’t exactly explain why I had loads of catching up to do with my “to watch” list.
I was never sixteen, I blurted out, but it was a mumble. Something I didn’t exactly mean to let out and I hoped he wouldn’t hear or ignore. Sounds fucking nuts, though. Like, I think I’d wanna try that shit once, but I’m not in a hurry. I have to be a fucking adult now.

Speak for yourself, I mumbled into the bottle, took a swig to hide my grin and set the bottle back down on the floor then finished the first taco. Dude, could I have this for lunch every day? Tacos and tequila? Yeah, that’s the one. My wholesaler showed me another one, I was thinking about, I think it had a dragon or something. The diamond plate one is like, a grand? But of course, I held up the tequila as if in a toast, for my friend, I’d give it to you for seven hundred? I shrugged. Of course I have no idea on the price on the dragon one. I can’t remember the price on that. But I’d sell it to you for what I pay, bro. You play, Debo? Or I should ask if you buy, I grinned at him, attempting to entice him in another sale. Fuck, I could mix business and pleasure, especially with these dudes.

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Wed Mar 01, 2017 9:58 pm

And good riddance. I added, envisioning a world of tattooed and pierced grandma's and grandpas in polyamorous relationships. It would have been a far more beautiful world to picture if I didn't feel like we were losing a lot of wisdom that just hadn't quite transferred to newer generations. Is it? Maybe I'm old... I can't keep up. I don't even know what the fuck snapchat is. Something tells me it's not my style. In truth, not much about the internet interested me. If anything I was a reddit person, reddit, wikipedia, and youtube, I knew how that shit functioned. I had games and shit too, but social media was fucking uninteresting to me. Maybe I just didn't give enough fucks about peoples opinions to care about that corner of the web.

I glared off to the side in confusion, realizing her question was really fucking valid. Weed gets me high... And prescription shit seems to work... Even if it's not working the way it's supposed to. So maybe that doesn't count? I mean... This shit is magical, not much about it makes sense, even to me. But... I know there's some shit... I smoke, but that addiction is mental. I still feel the satisfaction of smoking, but my lungs feel strong as fuck. So obviously some healing is going on... If that makes sense. Fuck I know a lot of wolves that are as healthy as horses but batshit crazy, so maybe mental shit isn't affected, but physical damage is healed. Or something... Yeah that made sense, I wasn't sure, I was starting to feel buzzed and distracted by the two jiggly things on her chest so my mouth was running on autopilot anyway.

I can block shit out sometimes, don't worry. I'm an honorable son of a bitch. I smirked, trying to not look too smug over the thought of hearing her do certain shit next door. Are you giving me alien fap material free of charge? Alien fap wasn't the saddest fap, but there was some level of nerd shame about it. I mean fuck, when all you need is a set of breasts to get the engine revving it doesn't matter if those breasts are blue, or green, or purple, they were still fucking breasts. It was also a really fucked way to stumble upon fucked hentai on the internet... Or worse, those fucking CGI porn videos that weren't really a turn on but more interesting as fuck because you couldn't fathom how a twenty inch dick could fit into the tiny mouth of a petite CGI chick. Like she had a fucking black hole in her throat and that dick was entering a different dimension.

What? I blurted out, dribbling some of the drink I'd just taken down my chin. I wiped it away with the back of my hand and jumped onto the conversation even though it'd moved beyond her weird statement. Shitty, init? Bills, responsibilities, work and more work just so you can afford the fundamentals to live, but you're not really living because you're spending all of your damn time at work. Endless cycle. You only get freedom to live if you can actually retire, and at that point you're too old to... well... live. The whole fucking idea was depressing. But then there's this... A place, all to myself. No rules, hot neighbors, it's not all bad I guess.

With a mouth full of taco I elevated my ass off of my seat just far enough to pull out my wallet. Best thing about this shit was I didn't use a bank, I couldn't really anyway. Working under the table and all... I fingered through the bills, chewing and chewing until finally swallowing. I'm short, probably better to do it in store and all anyway. My word is my bond, I'm comin' in for that sucker. I tossed my wallet onto the coffee table and tipped my head back to look at Debo copying my music files. "I play and buy baby. Tell me when, where, and your price and I can even teach you how to play the flesh flute." I took another bite, rolling my eyes, and opened my mouth to speak with a wad of taco in my cheek. You realize you gotta learn to play the flesh flute before you can teach it, right? I yelled back, jamming another bite into my mouth shortly after.

We gotta rewind for a minute. I looked to Michelle, propping my elbows on my knees as the taco hung loosely in my grip. I'm still confused as fuck over this "never sixteen" shit. Did I miss something?

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Thu Mar 02, 2017 9:50 pm

I tried to use it once. For store advertisement. Couldn't keep up and I'm not sure it even made a difference. At least in a small town like this, it was mostly teens on snapchat. I had a few following crushing on shit but never no solid deals. It just wasn't worth the effort.

I listened to him, and I don't know why I was so fucking fascinated by it. Almost like watching a real time documentary right in front of me. I could imagine the visual of the lungs filling with the black smoke, the little air sacs turning black for a split second before regenerating and turning healthy red again. Cool as shit. But I still wasn't sure if I would ever want to be a wolf myself. As much as I seemed to seek pain - I had grown suspicious that it wasn't about the pain itself but the danger. Some fucked part of me wanted to keep my level of mortality just where it was. That's pretty fucking awesome. The booze was starting to hit, but I was kind of calm, making me wonder if it really was Tequila I was drinking.

Free alien fap material, I grinned stupidly. I mean, sure, if that's what you want. But for fucks' sake really if you're just gonna sit there and listen, you might as well come on over.. I wasn't oblivious to Debo's wide eyes. "Wait is this an open invitation ooorr.." Pressure, just a little. I didn't know this guy from Adam, but of course that hadn't always stopped me. He was hot, and flirting was fucking fun, but something in me hated the idea of moving from person to person in a circle of friends. Sorry, kiddo, I grinned at Vin, I have um.. special needs when it comes to that area. And for all I knew he was a wolf too. I really wanted at least something to tell me when someone was something. It was something that made me feel like a fucking groupie sometimes, but fuck it, groupies got more action than fangirls, right?

The best you can hope for is to get a job that doesn't completely drain your soul. I like the store okay, but so much of it is fucking numbers. They say do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life. But it's more like, do what you love, and you'll start hating that shit too. I took a drink, put the bottle down, and took the final bite of the taco I'd left by my side once I'd gotten kind of enamored with the conversation. But yeah, hot neighbors help. Hot roommates too, I said, with a grin and pulled out my phone, waving it around.

I'll put it back for you, it's aalllll yours. I wriggled my brows, probably looking more ridiculous than cute, but the expression completely switched once Debo spoke. I shook my head. Gonna have to try harder than that, friend. I was all about cheesy pick up lines but that was just not the kind of words to get my pants anywhere near off. Flesh flute the best you could do? I nodded, completely agreeing with Vincent. I mean, I'm certainly not one to judge or anything. You do you.

More tequila, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, now sitting "indian style" or whatever. And then the words I thought were happily glossed over came back. Oh, just you know, some emo shit about a bad- I paused. No, wait, fuck this. I knew shit about him. I knew what he was, and while I liked to keep shit simple with him, he could stand to know that I was fucked up too.

Fuck it. That's not... yeah that's not true. It's really fucking screwy, and you can call me a crazy bitch if you want, but you're a goddamn wolf, I said that last part not as a whisper but I knew there was no way Debo could hear if he didn't have abilities. I didn't know if he knew, and it wasn't up to me to say anything. So... I've got to figure out the easiest way to tell this crazy shit. I took not just a drink, but a guzzle of the tequila, shaking my head after, then stared straight ahead while I gathered my words.

So, for the longest time I had no fucking clue how I came to be. I just started existing. And then it got explained to me. If it's true, it goes like this. Another drink. Girl meets boy, boy knocks up girl. Girl miscarries. I uh.. I guess I was... miscarried, and I accidentally possessed girl. Crazy fairy dude kicked out girl when he tried to kick me out, and here I am. How the fuck else did you put it? Any of that make any sense at all?

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