D A U N T L E S S

Walking around waiting for the impending storm to hit was probably not her best idea but Lola couldn’t shake the energy she was feeling. The electricity running through her body and keying her up until she couldn’t even managed to stand in one place let alone sit or relax. So she was out in the dark practically running down the streets despite the fact that she was trying to just walk. Then out of nowhere the scent of blood hit her and she felt another roar of emotions rolling through her. Hunt. Kill. The urge was so out of wack for her she almost stopped moving entirely.

Then she saw the figure just as the woman went down. Letting out an enraged sort of cry as she realized the blood was scented much like her own she automatically went into protection mode. The attacker turned to her and she saw a shift in it’s face. It went from being one person to a face much more familiar to her. Her charge to help faltered and she nearly tripped over her own feet. Righting her body she sped up trying to catch another glimpse but the person was already pounding off into the distance. Lola considered giving case but instead stopped at the woman’s side.

“Are you alright,” Lola growled visibly shaken and still thinking back to who she thought she had just seen. Surely it had been a trick of the light but that didn’t make the feelings it had brought back go away.

Laurel knew that whatever that thing was wasn’t the man she had killed all those years ago, but that was only what made her angrier. Too much alcohol, already pissed off at the world and then that on top of the weird effects that the Thunder Moon had on wolves? She was doomed from the moment she laid eyes on him again, although she wasn’t so sure if the creature had anticipated her to attack. She wondered how it might have gone had she been sober, and more in control of herself. Discipline was key, and she had lost it entirely tonight and she had suffered for it.

Once the Laurel was back on her feet, the blonde shoved her hands deep into her pockets, as she took note of Laurel’s state. She could hear her breathing heavily, but she assumed it was an effect from getting shitfaced and then getting into a fight. “Oh trust me I do, the owner of the gym is a badass. Never expected to see something like this tho.” She told the other as she cocked a brow tilting her head to the side.

As the other leaned forward, Aliza expected something was wrong, the other was still in pain which was unusual, but possible. “Are you sure?” She asked, the blonde was no doctor but she could try to help the other, it was just she really didn’t know how to help in this situation. “Look, I can take you to my place and wrap you up. Or we can go to the hospital, wait for those idiots of doctors and nurses to see you. Lose our cool and start biting heads off. Your choice.” Running her tongue over her lips she really hoped the other choose the last option, it would have given her a cause to beat someone up. “Had to go you know. My kid wanted go to an amusement park. Definitely in my lips to top badass comebacks for sure.”

Vada nodded, her face a grimace a she helped the woman to her feet. Her arm wrapping around her to keep her steady. “Let’s get you to the hospital or something.” Vada looked up at where they were at and groaned. “Shit.. it’s gonna be a hell of a walk. I got the things that could help at my place, but we still need to get you to a hospital or something.” She grimaced again looking around and taking another breath. “Your choice, but either way to get their quicker I gotta go home and get you in my car, okay?” She nodded trying to make a decision fast but also leaving it up to the blonde she had found. If the woman didn’t want to go to the hospital Vada sure as hell couldn’t make her. There had been times where she herself had refused that comfort and relied on home remedies and she still tried to handle anything herself before resorting to doctors, but considering the beating this woman had just taken she was sure as hell going to make it an option.

Laurel grimaced at the pain, it felt like her ribcage was on fire and that was how she knew for sure she’d gotten herself hurt pretty badly. It frustrated her, normally Laurel was good on her feet and with her fists, great even, but alcohol and rage proved to be her downfall. She winced, “Your place is fine, I promise I won’t bleed over your upholstery,” She managed a wheezy chuckle, despite it all managing to find her sense of humour. Laurel wiped her nose on the back of her hand, blood smearing up her skin and sleeve, “All I really need is just a place to lay down for a little while, nothing you can really do for broken ribs.” She sighed sadly.

           Another thing she should do is file a police report on what happened. Sometimes it’s not the smartest thing to do in a town like this, but capturing those who impose harm would be good to prevent additional attacks. Making sure her hold was light, Anastasia’s brows raised, watching her every move. “You’re going to.. call the police, hopefully. You do realize the hospital might question the circumstances of this, right?”

                   “Dutch courage sure seems to get you mortal’s in trouble.” The Original followed suit as she made her way into the club, flicking on lights as he went passed until he was eventually at the bar, pulling down a chair for her to be able to sit on. Despite it truly being rare for Cassius to care about people so quickly, once you were someone he considered a friend, it was easy to see that he could be a good one— after all, there was a reason he did have them. “It should make you happy to know that you’re dripping with blood and I have zero interest in finishing you off.” he pointed out with raised eyebrows, a smirk easily making it’s appearance as he began to pour the both of them a double shot of vodka.

                    “That wasn’t the smartest decision you’ve ever made.” he muttered in response to what he had witnessed, taking the woman’s hand to help her up from the ground. “—Come with me.” She was then lifted from the ground whether she liked it or not, Cassius carrying her already proving to be much faster than her trying to walk by herself. Vervain just up the road, keys were pulled from his pocket as the both of them appeared at the front door where he allowed for her feet to touch the ground once more. “Well, we have more than enough drinks to keep you nice and pain free for the night— there’s also bed’s on the second floor.” Door was then unlocked, Cassius opening it and awaiting for her to walk through. “—I won’t bite, Laurel.” 

                    After just finishing up at Vervain, Cassius was prone to doing his usual late night thing— walking, trying to scare someone or just annoy anybody that he could. Usually he wouldn’t get involved in such things like what he saw in front of him, although noticing it was Laurel having the living shit beaten out of her, he promptly let out a loud growl and within an instant he was beside her beaten body, just as quick as the skinwalker had fled. It took him a moment to look over her injuries, before he was speeding off to try and find the culprit. It was to no avail, the Original easily making his way back to her undoubtedly tired body as he bent down to take another look at her. “…—Do you want my help?” He could easily take all the pain and wounds away, although he respected her enough to ask rather than to just do without her consent. “Or I can take you back to mine and have someone look over you.”

          Throughout her time in Salem’s Point, Anastasia witnessed highly bizarre situations, but this one ( in quite some time ) managed to top the list ; a loud gasp escaping throughout the air as the pace of her feet quickened to the blonde. “Should I call the hospital? Or I can, uh —-” Bending downwards to lend a hand, she frowned. “Hold onto me, I’ll help you up.”

               “My my; what do we have here” the original purred while light steps carried her toward the other blonde. “I’d say overall you gave a solid four out of ten, love”

The person ran before he could do anything about it, he was on the night shift that night, doing a favor for a friend that needed the night off, so they switched shifts that day. He didn’t mind doing a favor for his friend, though it was not something that he would do every day, being on the night shift, that is, because he always did favors for friends, as long as they didn’t take advantage of it, because he wasn’t a pushover, he was nice, there was a different. “Are you alright?” he helped her to get up, he looked at what the guy did to her, the wounds that he did. “What can I do to help you?”

Laurel cringed, but was relieved that it was a friendly voice that came to her side. She groaned when he helped her stand, but she needed to lean against him for support, “I’ve been better,” She huffed, an arm clutching at her ribs, “Broken nose, broken ribs.. Fuck, ow,” She hissed through grit teeth, “I think a hospital sounds good right about now.” Laurel finally looked towards who had come to help, “Huh, jacket rescuer and now Laurel rescuer.” She managed to crack a grin, even if her teeth were stained with blood, but she was definitely relieved to see him.

Upon returning to Salem’s Point Aliza felt this urge, anger building up inside her. All the way it frustrated her because she didn’t know how to act, every little thing bothered her and she found herself grinding her teeth more than usual. With her four year old daughter also with her, the blonde sought out to see that she was home, with a babysitter one that she could trust, but knowing her she didn’t trust a lot of people and not often. This was for Arabella’s safety, Aliza needed to be away, the last thing she wanted was to snap at home and have her child witness the destruction she could bring, not ideal for a four year to see.

On a stroll heading towards a bar, the blonde was in dire need of a drink and fast. If anything she needed something strong to numb her insides. As she proceeded towards the bar she heard shouting of the sort coming from a women. Aliza stood a few steps behind, she watched the interaction, not wanting to get involved. At first it was entertaining until she got a glimpse of who the other women was. She was the owner of the gym that she frequented often, Laurel if she remembered correctly.

At had been what, a few minutes, and this fight, whatever the hell one would call it had Aliza on edge. She couldn’t watch anymore as this women was getting her ass beat in front of her. Taking it upon herself, the blonde stepped in, more then happy to throw a few. Grabbing the male by the neck, her nails digging into the flesh, Aliza threw him against him the wall, only until he punched her back causing the other to jolt backward. Anger now consuming the other, ready to rip the man’s head off if she could, but it was too soon to end fight. Finding a piece of metal stacked up against a pile of wooden boards, Aliza took one hard swing, lashing the man in the face before watching him run off.

Feeling every single hair on her body standing up, she let out a small growl before turning to the women on the floor. Sticking her hand out towards her. “think you should stay outta trouble while your intoxicated from here to the moon, L.”

Vada was walking home when she saw the scene laid out in front of her. Her eyes narrowing as she ran up screaming to alert the guy to stop. She had tried to freeze him but it didn’t work… or it didn’t hold up, either way he got away. She crouched down beside the woman never meeting her eyes in case there was more of them around. “Hey, let’s get you somewhere and clean you up alright? Maybe even get you to the hospital. He looks like he got after you pretty bad.” Her face fell as she examined the woman, finally looking over her. “Either way we need to get you out of the streets incase he decides to come back for round two.”

Taking a beating like that was a sobering experience, to say the least, but Laurel couldn’t say that she was grateful for it. More alcohol would numb the pain in her ribs right now, “Yep… Yep he did.” She muttered to the woman who came to her aid. She cringed as she struggled to get up, her hand reaching for the woman, “Please--” She requested, grabbing for her arm so that she could try get to her feet, her other arm clutched around her ribs.

There was still so much to this city that Cecelia had to discover. She was prone to digging ( figuratively and not ) and really getting a grasp on the culture around her. However, there was something about the quaint little town that was just off. Nothing she could lay a finger on or really looked into, but she had her questions about what was around her. It took a lot to really drive her away though. Given the things she had seen all around the world, so it wasn’t that she stood fearfully, but she definitely felt uneasy about a few things.

Granted, a part of that feeling she assumed came from why she was here, to begin with. An unknown grandparent who just so happened to give everything to her and her sisters after passing? That was strange and she didn’t quite follow. Still, she tried to settle into it, even though only a week had gone by. However,  upon making her way through the unfamiliar street—at a time she shouldn’t have been out, the young blonde stumbled upon something that put fear into her big blue hues. 

The adrenaline caused her to jolt forward, and though it wasn’t wise, she couldn’t just let the girl get attacked. To her, it had to have been a mugging of sorts, and so she had to do something. “Hey!” She called out, running toward the scene as if she was capable of doing anything. “Get away from her!” The words were nothing but loud screams, hardly anything to scare someone. Thus, she was shocked when they looked up at her and then took off only seconds after. 

Of course, she was more concerned with the one getting hurt, than why the person went running. Thus, Cecelia flung toward the other and crashed to the ground beside them to help. “My god, here let me help. Where are you hurt!?” Dumb question, because by the looks of it, the answer was everywhere. “Don’t move, I’ll call for the police, okay? Just don’t try and move. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

Laurel didn’t find the voice familiar, but she was absolutely grateful that someone had come to her aid. She cringed in pain as she managed to roll onto her front and push herself up onto her hands and knees. Her ribs were on fire, at least one of them was fractured, if not broken. She cursed under her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, the woman’s voice bleary in her ears before she could make out one word nice and clearly, police.