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Pacing. That's all she could think to do anymore when she got home and into the comfort of her room. The door was closed, the windows were shut and only the glow from the tiny lamp on her bedside table gave her light. What was wrong with her? She had gotten herself involved in something big, something dangerous. But Jack...She cared about him, worried about his family, despite the way Nikolas had treated her, Tia felt obligated to help him. But Caroline...What could she have possibly done? Where was she? Surely, Jack had not harmed her...But he had named her a traitor. "This is crazy," she muttered, pushing her chestnut curls out of her fac

The cell was dark. Cold, the stones seeping some sort of sticky liquid from an unknown source. There was light, but only from the one barred window in the top corner and even then the tiny square of light was about the size of deck of cards. Basically, a pointless attempt of giving her sunlight. Not that she was really worthy of such a privilege. Her hair was matted, unwashed for weeks, or was it months now? She had been marking the days by tallies on the wall with her own blood, but had stopped days ago. She could no longer remember what the day, month, or time was. She only knew hatred and anger. Her dual colored eyes knew every inch of th

When Nikolas was gone from view, Tia turned to Jack and stared at him, appalled. Her hands went to her mass of curls and pushed the tangled mess out of her face. They were always in her face... "What in the hell was that about, Jack?" she demanded. Her voice shook and she waited for his response. His eyes refused to look at hers, those crystal blue orbs jumping around the empty parking lot from dead trees to the lonely car. The marquee on top of the theatre was flickering in and out and a breeze picked up once more. "Jack." Her voice. Tia's lovely feminine and melodic voice came through his hammering thoughts. "Tia --" "I'm serious.I want

Tialaine "Tia" Welsh Species: Shifter/Human Gender: Female Hair: Long and curly, it's a nice chestnut color and always seems to be in her face. Eyes: A lovely hazel Height: 5'5" tall Weight: 130 lbs. She has curves but is about average in shape, not incredibly skinny Style of Clothing: Feminine. Flowy, but has an edgy flare to it. Wears the trends, pretty blouses and cute pants. Studded shoes and accessories Personality: Tends to care about everyone around her. She definitely cares for Jack, but is worried about him. With Nick, she can tell he is upset and wonders how she can help him. Her heart is incredibly large. Abilities: Shape shi

Caroline Pepper Species: Mental Genius/Human Gender: Female Hair: short, blonde, sleek, she keeps it in a bob cut Eyes: One blue one green Height: 5'3" tall; she's rather short Weight: 120 lbs. She's slender and petite. She doesn't give off the ability to do any damage. Style of Clothing: Wears really edgy clothing, keeps it plain and comfortable. Wears a lot of dark clothing because it's easier to hide in the shadows. Personality: Quiet. She's quite demure and calm, but her mind is a whirlwind. She thinks about everything. Towards Nick, she's a hit and miss. At some points she loves him dearly the other points she needs to get away from

Nikolas "Nick" Jomanov Species: Pyrocant/Human Gender: Male Hair: Long, about shoulder length, black with a natural wave. It's rather thick. Eyes: Golden yellow Height: 6'6" tall Weight: 200 Lbs. Muscular - very strong and works out daily - toned and powerful. Style of Clothing: Keeps to jeans and wears a dark trench coat. He likes band tee shirts and color, though he seems to wear black shoes, or something black, all of the time. Personality: Towards Caroline, very loving and protective. He cares deeply for her, though they have not been mated yet. He tries to hide a lot from her, but knows he has to be honest. Towards Jack, he has a lo

Jackobas "Jack" Kroshnik Species: Mental Genius/Human Gender: Male Hair: Short, semi-spiky. It's dark brown Eyes: Bright teal blue Height: 6'5" tall Weight: 185 lbs. He has muscle tone and is quite powerful Style of Clothing: He wears what he wants, but at the same time, cares about how he looks. Normally, it's dark blue jeans, black shoes(Van's or Chuck's) and a nice shirt. Wears a leather riding jacket. Personality: Towards Tia, he's very calm, collected, almost loving. He shows that he cares about her. Protective of the petite woman. Towards Nikolas, very harsh, as if a switch just flipped and his inner demons come out and just attack

When Nikolas was gone from view, Tia turned to Jack and stared at him, appalled. Her hands went to her hair, pushing the mass of blond curls from her face as her mind tried to process what had just happened. So many thoughts swirled around in her head and she tried to make sense of it all. Who was Caroline and that Nikolas person? Was Jack someone completely different than who she originally thought? "What in the hell is going on, Jack?" she demanded. Her voice shook and she waited for his response, arms crossed tightly over her chest, blocking her from the chill of the autumn night's air. His eyes refused to look at hers, those crystal blue

The air was crisp as they left the movie theater. As Tia's arms linked with Jack's the wind picked up her thick hair. Warm hands pushed the stray locks out of her face and behind her ears. Her bright green eyes looked over and up into his crystal blue ones and a faint blush trickled over her cheeks. "Thanks," she murmured, her eyes moving away from his. But he captured her chin in his hand and made her look up at him once more. "You know, that movie was really dumb," he continued to brush her hair back, the notion quite soothing, warming her to the bone. A set of footsteps sounded behind them, stopping with a noticeable thud. "I have to sa

   Her days were long now. Waking up to do the same monotonous, paper-pushing job she'd always told herself she'd never have. Jenna Fisher was an assistant. The worst king in the history of assistants too - she filed papers for an accountant. The company had yet to go paperless and God help them if they ever did.   She wore the same boring outfit every day because of one mistake her first day. A pencil skirt with a cute silk blouse. Her black pumps made her five inches taller, her hair curled to beauty salon quality. Then her boss had made a comment. Then touched her, threatened to fire her if she ever breathed a word - the job she needed.