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Ash didn't have time to say anytihng back to Florence. He simply kissed her back as her lips pressed to his once more. He was indulging in a sin to his time period, but in this one it made him feel mroe alive that the only true sin was adultry. Kissing was affection it was sex before marriage that was wrong. He had sex with his wife long before and they had ason together. It was his son's blood that made him as young as he was now. "Florie..." He spoke as they kissed..."I want to do so much more than kiss you, but I will not until we or if we ever married." He admitted. He pulled back. "You mean the world to me and I will save your life from bullet wounds a thousand times over. However, with the responsibilities handed to me I do not feel a mortal child of witches will be able to bare the weight of what my responsibilities ask of me." Andrew admitted rather plainly and very intently as if it hurt to say it.

Salem nodded, "I understand that, but you need to forgive him. I know you have only been a Familiar for a year, and I don't know everything there is to know on the subject because I don't have a Familiar yet, much less even sure if I want one. However, you need to know that you can't live without him. Sure you may live ina different house as far away as possible, but you will always find your way back to him unless you will it to be otherwise. If you truly strive to be away from him and truly find it hard to forgive him you will find more pain than freedom. Your bond will be severed. I don't want you to go through that pain. He is so sadistic he wouldn't feel the true hurt that comes with it, but you will. It may even kill your baby with so much emotional trauma. I don't want that to happen." He stopped rather suddenly as if he were about to continue, but he felt something. In the air it wasn't right. Outside the white glow of moonlight twisted a crimson red. It lasted for a while. He stood up..."What is it?" He asked more to hismelf than anyone else. He walked toward the door and opened it slowly looking into the sky. For a human or cursed one or even a Familiar it would seem like a red moon, but for a Witch power was visible in the air. Such a strong power was so visible it seemed nearly impossible to comprehend. However, powers for a Witch in such a moment would be under control and fully unlocked. Salem looked around the room everything seemed more vibrant like he was high without the feeling of being high. "Kali? Kali!? Do you feel it?" He asked feeling all of his powers awaken. It was hard to understand at first, but ancestral memories were coming into play once again. He passed out falling to the floor. He felt every great Witches power rusht rough him as if he were them. But his body was unconscious. He was walking through a timeline of centuries. Thousands of voices filled his head all muttering in different languages, but all holding the same words, "The Supreme High Witch has risen. The Supreme High Witch walks the Earth once more. The leader of all Witches shall be recognized in power and in strength. All must answer his call. All must join his army. Do not turn from him for Death only awaits. Mortal and Witch are one in his presence. All will be reborn into themselves."

((I didn't expect anything big. Your main goal is to be comparative in size I only ask for at least five lines per post lol...Sometimes I just get into it a bit too much. Sorry on my part that I wasn't taking into consideration your posting goals.))


Before stefan could even open his mouth to say anything Damien moved upon him quickly muttering a spell, "Mors me Vires maledicto hoc tactus. Hanc virtutem mors incensum insumatis." As he finished he grabbed Stefan by the throat who was about to protest and fall backwards. "You see...Without eternity I am able to touch death. I am able to live for as long as I desire for Death has no hold on me. I can take this pain away. You will not have to chase after another person who wants nothing to truly do with you. You will be able yo get back to your family and you will be able to take revenge upon the one who slayed your parents in cold blood." Damien released Stefan examining the hand that had him by the throat noticing it fading back to normal colour as when touching him it had started to turn black. Damien smirked, "There was a powerful circle to make you a cursed one. You must have truly pissed some people off, I'm jealous." He said before turning to Ciara, "You pathetic girl. You may be immortal, but you will always be cursed. You pathetic pet is fine." He raised his hand and a limp pup drifted through the air before being laid at her feet. "I simply knocked it out. You think I am here for threats, but I am not. The only threat I offer is agood time."

Stefan was in shock Damien was able to touch him, but more importantly...His parents were apparently murdered and if he had the guts to interact with his family as Ciara had suggested he probably would have been able to save them. "What are you talking about?! My parents are alive because I have not touched them. They think I am dead!"
Damien laughed, "You honestly believe that you were the greatest threat to humanity and your family? I'm sorry to say the least that you disappoint me. I come here offering an alliance and all you can think about is the condition of your family. There is a war coming. Witches will face Witches. Mortals will face mortals and when Witches mainstream our existence to the world an even greater war will be caused. Stefan, my dear boy you are young and afraid and honestly I don't blame you, but you must accept life for what it gives you. I am forming an army for a coming war and where in such a war do you think you will be placed when the mortals face against the Witches and those who align with them? You are neither mortal nor Witch. You are a Cursed and therefore a disgrace to both sides. I see you for your gifts. Every curse has limits, but also you can be modified to control it. I am gathering the most powerful of forces that can be recognized and feared for their power. When Witches mainstream it will be anarchy. The Witches who wish to cooperate with mortals will gather their allies, Witches, Familiars, and Mortals. Then the Hunters will gather the other mortals who side against Witches. I propose a third army. The outcast of both the Witch and Mortal worlds: Sleepwalkers, Cursed Ones, and Wraiths, not to mention the Witches who want nothing to do with being equal to mortals."

Stefan looked half frightened, half enraged, "You are lying abotu my parents. Ciara said so herself that you are trying to manipulate me. You offer to make me normal then you offer to let me join some made up army for a made up war that is coming. I'm not falling for it. If being cursed is what is meant to be then so be it. I am not going to be pushed around by someone who thinks they are better than me. You are nothing but a frightened child because whatever a Wraith is I'm betting normal Witches don't like them and I'm betting that you are one too." Stefan felt himself getting sick at sucha thought of his parents beign dead and a thought that he could be normal.
Damien simply laughed looking at Ciara and Stefan both, "You sicken me to think that this is all you are picking up from me. I said I disposed of your dog I didn't kill it. I said your parents are dead, why do I have reason to lie? I offer an alliance so your curses may be developed and utilized. With some pwoerful blood magic you can find control with your curses and you can be pwoerful immortals and still be able to avoid what your curses bring upon those you truly care about." Damien turned, "However, if I can't convince you otherwise then I can't convince you at all. I'll take my leave." Damien said turning from them and walking slowly along the shoreline.

((I hate that bullshit when it happens it's fucking bullocks! If I were you I would report it. The admins have been good about fixing things lately.))

Ash was unable to keep any true control in and he understood it had to be in the heat of the moment or otherwise such a thing would have never occurred. He felt guilty now. Upon hearing that it was her first kiss it made him feel even more guilty. "Please do not tell me this. If it is true I have made myself as shameful as a whoremunger and I have turned you into a wearer of the scarlet letter. IT should have never happened outside of wedlock. I am so sorry." Ash felt shameful to his upbringing and shameful to his ancestors. I cannot ask forgiveness as you see no wrong in it. However, I must only escort you to your bike and take leave. I am terribly sorry for what I have done to you, Florie." He straightened himself and wasted no time in scooping ehr into his arms and leaping formthe ledge. He landed rather solidly as if the earth was catching him. Ash raced toward the entrace of the cave and placed her back on her feet. "I feel ashamed of myself."

((brilliant!!))

Ash could only smirk his usual charming smirk that made everyone in rooms want to be drawn to him. It was no love magic or seductive aura, but it was natural infatuation people had toward him. He was hot who could deny that. He may not be some people's type, but not even they could deny that he was pleasing to look at. Ash felt something come over him at her touch and as she held his chin he couldn't help but to instntly close the gap betwene their lips and lean in to kiss her. He held her chin as well and kissed rather deeply before pulling back and looking off to the side still only a hair form her face, "I am sorry for such a rash action. So much power has overwhelmed my senses and emotions." He pulled back fully and turned from her. "Perhaps it best that I escort you home." He said feeling uneasy toward her response that would lead to something that he was unsure if either of them truly needed or wanted.

((sounds like an ugh moment.))

Salem nodded as his mind became wiped of any violent encounter with Reyna. The humming stopped in his mind and all that was left were blurs and Reyna talking to him. He looked at Kali more intently. "Yes, I want to be taught. I need to be taught. Otherwise I will never be able to control my powers or myself the way I need to and I could hurt you. I'm sorry...I wasn't blocking you from reading my current thoughts you were pushing into something you didn't need to be pushing into." Salem admitted. "I may be new to this ability, but I know I can't block my thoughts only my memories from being seen or heard and with help from Reyna I could keep them form being unlocked ever again." He said feeling far less threatened by reyna now as he ahd forgot the pains he made him feel. Salem then looked at Variel, "Vari? I'm sorry to you too. And I know you are happy your brother is back and all, but I don't want you to be mad at Damien. You both act rashly sometimes and you both always regret it whether you outwardly show it or not. I don't want you to hate him and I know I don't want him to think that you do. Please just forgive him. Not now, but eventually when you are ready. He may be something viscous, but he loves you more than he could think to care abotu me and Erin, but he does love you." Salem spoke calmly. Trying his best to make her see, but he was unsure if it would even work.

Damien raised an eyebrow at hearing his name come from a mortal who held no connection to him in anyway. He looked her over for a moment. Then at her lover as she spoke he clinched his fist at hearing she knew that Variel was his Familiar and Hunters were raiding the town. He watched her help Stefan up and was rather amused. "Well, you obviously know your stuff. But I must know who is your informant because there are things about me you wish you wouldn't know." He said with his charming grin.
Stefan wasted no time as Ciara helped him up he put a hand in front of ehr to stand between Damien and Ciara. "What do you want? I won't ask you again. You can either leave us alone and live or you can face my touch." Stefan was not one in sharing anything or anyone especially someone he would and could only wish to be with.
Damien laughed under his breath rather coldly. "Cute, but as for your little dog, I must say he is putting up more of a fight." Damien smirked..."I hope you weren't too attached to her. Queen, it is a cute name. However, I didn't take kindly to be growled at so the pup had to go." Damien grinned taking a step closer, "Move boy before I put your cursed ass under another curse one that won't be so easily avoidable by Immortals." Damien stepped to the side of Stefan. "Let me guess." He looked him over then reached his ahnd toward Stefan and Stefan immediately flinched. Damien laughed once more in his cruel tone. "Really, the Touch of Thanatos? That one hasn't been dished out in quite a while. Consider yourself honored. Most of those with your curse were hunted down into extinction by Hunters and Witches alike. Interesting, based upon Miss things feel I would guess she has been immortal far longer than you could imagine. Her curse is..." He reached a hand toward her and Stefan quickly stepped between them once more. "Stay away form her and keep your hands off of her before I choose to not give you the courtesy of living."

Damien gave Stefan a kind nod in respect, "Very well...I got enough energy off of her. She is very ancient and cursed by yet another immortal curse. Love's Pain....Funny how Eros enjoys your company and Aphrodite has smited your existence. You two should be very please small prices to pay for eternal life. I'm jealous." He spoke with such ease and comfort aorund them and something dark clearly twisted within him. It could be easily seen in his eyes.
Stefan was beginning to get pissed and his jaw clinched tightly. Damien noticed and could only smile at him. "Cute how you think you are something dangerous to me. Your curse holds no effect on me. I am jsut as powerful as the ones who can take it from you."

Stefan looked no longer enraged but now intrigued, "There is a way for it to be gone? I mean really gone?" Damien simply nodded to him, "You clearly wasn't given details on being cursed." "What did you mean by hunted into extinction? I can't die." Damien grinned as he moved evenly to the side to face both of them. "On the contrary. You both can die not easily, but you can die. Every Cursed has a weakness to their curse if blessed with immortality. There are many who would argue that it is impossible to be accomplished, but I promise you now it is not for over a hundred years it has been impossible, but now we have a Supreme High Witch again and with a simple spell cast over your kind anyone given immortality can be killed. It happened once when the Supreme Witch was a woman named Hekate. She was seeing those punished become absorbed by not what their curse forced upon them, but by the immortality. She struck up a deal with Hunters and created a spell that ended in her own life. Her own immortality faded and those cursed and blessed with such lost it entirely. Hunters and Witches aligned and killed everyone of your kind. Now a Supreme has risen or will rise rather. We can easily kill your kind. Of course that isn't the only way. The Witch or Witches who cursed you can remove it or a High Priestess or Supreme can remove it. Then there is the testy bit that few dare to do and that is the transferal of the curse. Naturally, no mortal has ever done it consciously and no one has ever been recorded to do it. And as simple as it sounds it is very dangerous magic that mortals can actually have a hand in. Then there is the bullshit true love scenario where the curse can be removed by true marriage to the one who you were destined to be with. Every time that has occurred a High Priestess and her counsel has had to supervise and so forth and well it enver ends well for either. Mainly because Witches don't like mortals discovering their secrets or discovering the inner magic they naturally hold." Damien began circling them, "Now my question to be answered you lovely piece of work." He said as he flipped a wave of Ciara's hair over her shoulder, "Who is your informant. Tell me and I won't have to kill your boyfriend."

((Np I know how it is my own recent life changes have resulted in me getting a job so I'm only on during late night hours and early morning hours before dawn. I sleep during the daylight hours and am wide awake during darker hours.))

((woot woot...Hope you are enjoying yourself.))

Ash smirked a bit..."Yeah, I guess I should." He said tkaing the shorts a bit reluctantly. He had thoughts on his mind. Sure he was more into guys, but being so clsoe to death multiple times in a matter of a few days to a few hours with Florence especially he felt almsot primal. "Forgive me...Feeling so much of the world open up to me it feels like my body no longer exist on the same plane and therefore no longer requires things as clothes. PErhaps it best I do keep these on." He spoke plainly as he pulled them on slowly still thinking more primally. "It is all so new to me and I feel more in my own skin as though I have been living someone else's life in someone else's body for the past three hundred years. It is as though I have drank fromt he fountain of eternal youth and ate from the tree of knowledge and now I feel more alive, more open...and more free." He said clearly enjoying the luxury of openness a bit too much. It was fading from his mind most mortal morals and code of conduct. He wanted to be free and naked and open to all of the world for what it had to offer he offered himself.

Stefan leaned back on his hands as she straddled him. He could only smirk, "Is bad that I don't want balance? Not if I have something like this to look forward to every year." He said with a bit of seductive allure in his voice. "The only thing keeping me from you is time. And right now, time is on my side because currently the only think keeping me from you fully...is our clothes." He played his words carefully. It worked in his mind bringing out his own vanity as she said that he was a big mix up for her with sex. It made him think all those times he has had mind blowing sex with others in his past were nothing compared to what he was able to have with her. He ated thinking that her curse would keep her away for so long. So he tried harder thinking about how amazing it was going to be every single time that he did see her.
Stefan leaned in slightly to peck her lips a bit teasingly but before he could pull away on her lips he was abruptly discouraged by the sound of clapping. He turned his head from her seeing a tall and very attractive guy shirtless and wearing khaki shorts. He had tattoos on his body and it was making him even mroe appealing, but that assy part of him could not be so easily ignored. "Well, I swear if I were as gifted as you are now with my words back when I was a tween I would have gotten laid a few more times than I did." Damien smirked at the couple. "So what are two cuties like yourselves doing out on a night filled with murderers and terrorist?" Damien moved closer. His eyes were cold as if he had just killed. "If I was in any way of truly knowing what you were I'd say two immortal sleepwalkers bickering about who as it worse. However, there is nothing animalistic about either of you. Primal, perhaps, but nothing animal. My guess is that one of you are older than they appear and the other is still getting into the whole being cursed thing. It's cute how even when mortals are so different from one another and have mortality as a common trait they can find ways to coexist with one another but they can never accept it when someone even more different like someone cursed or blessed comes along to ruin it for them. Funny how you both think you have a life ahead of you when everything comes with a price. When even you think you have paid the price it seems to only rack up interest."

Stefan felt the power coming off of the Wraith and he seemed to have felt that power once before. The man standing before him was indeed a Witch and certainly not the good sort, then again for Stefan no Witch was a good one. "What do you want? We haven't done anything to you and you can't kill us. So don't bother trying."

Stefan looked down at her without breaking his eyes from her. He didn't even blink. He allowed a small laugh to escape his lips, "Haphephobia. It is the fear of being touched or touching others. Normal people who have it normally get after sexual abuse like in boys. Some have even claimed that touching another person is like a fire burning on the spot. For me the fear is not for myself, but those who are touching. I'm afraid wat might happen. I'm still on edge even with you." He admitted not wanting to sound weak or patetic, but in truth he was afraid that suddenly she wouldn't be immortal or his own curse would seep through hers and cause ehr to go into a coma or something of the like. He was afraid of being with her not out of love, but out of fear for her life. "I used to only worry about myself. I used to be thinking only of the next time I was getting laid or what can benefit me out of doing something for someone else. Now all I can think about is what can I do to benefit those around me. The only solution I can ever come up with is loneliness for myself so that others may continue to have happy lives." He stated rather matter-of-factly and rather depressingly.

((oi?))

Salem nodded as he listened rather slowly. "I see, and I expect you feel that no matter what happens no matter who you love your curse will forever curse you to watch those you love die and those who love you die. I guess you are in the same boat as me. You fear falling in love and I fear being too close to people. Funny how things intertwine so simply like being laced on a delicate thread." He said looking at their hands linking together fingers crossing with one another. He felt warmth from her. It was a good warmth and it made him question how someone so innocent of heart could suffer such a cruel fate. Sure she had committed many crimes and sins, but the innocence was still there. Of some kind or sort it did exist and she didn't deserve the fate that was dealt to her. "Well, if it means anything to you at all...I don't love you. I won't ever be able to love you for the fact that I'm scared that it may hurt you more than me if I do." He knew it would come out wrong, but hoefully she would understand what he was saying was heartfelt rather than heartless.

((okay have a great time. I wear a medium or a small whichever works haha. I collect shot glasses btw just saying...lol))

Andrew felt the fire burning in hsi eyes still. He was knelt by Florence and her words didn't make him feel any better. Even though he would listen to her if she told him to jump off of a bridge. Ash softed at her touch, "Very well, but not asingle one of their souls deserves to live. As far as I'm concerned they could have left him behidn to deal with me. They knew I wouldn't be expecting it. They willnever come to terms with what war will bring and they will not accept that the coming war will not be fuelled by them but Witches against Witches. No Witch or mortal will be safe. As for the cursed I can only hope one day that equality can be found for them among the Covens." He stood not fully realizing he was still naked and that Florie was now eye level with his dick. He looked around wearily for a moment before offering his hand to her. "Come on, we need to go. Now." He said more like a friendly order than a helpful offer.

Salem wrapped a soothing arm around her waist as she leaned itno him sitting on the soft sand. "You shouldn't blame yourself for a horrible situation. They didn't die because of you. They died because of the Witch who cursed you. I'm sure if it was because of you then you would have been discovered to be immortal and locked away for eternity, buried alive. You are innocent to any crimes of murder and therefore you had nothing to do with someone loving you. It was the Witch who killed them. She cursed you to make everyone love you more and more and when you start loving them back they would die. That has never been your fault. Heck if you want to be technical I have already died because of the Witch. You showed interest in me and Fate knew it to be so. I was killed and turned out to be immortal. Your curse has already affected me." Salem said trying to cheer her up abit form such a morbid fact that Death will always be watching over her shoulder. He smiled with a push of air as a slight laugh to a joke he just made inside his head. Death was always watching over her and he was death. The irony of the situation was that she could quiet possibly be falling for Death and Death could be falling for her.

Salem didnt say a word. After a few harsh outburst of memories in himself and others he managed to block out any memories from surfacing to what Reyna actually did. He was rewiring his own memories and it seemed far easier than he thought. "what are you talking about? Reyna jsut went outside and talked to me. I saw her point of view and I wanted to apologize to the both of you for the way I have been acting." He said it rather confident enough. The memory and thoughts of what happened were slowly fading as he willed them to. He had not rue thoughts on the matter and what was going on in his head was a rather persistent humming as he used his abilities it would block off others form seeing what was being modified. He was naturally, unaware of such a fact occurring. He looked to both Variel and Kali more intently, "Honestly, she just talked to me. Nothing more. I'm not sure what you are even talking about." He spoke truthfully because now even with the humming on those trying to read is thoughts the memory was fading of pain entirely. He would be able to remove his PTSD this way by simply deleting or fading pain that was ever caused.

Salem watched the Witch walk toward ehr bike flattening his hair back down on his head. One of the reasons why he always wore a hat was because he wanted to keep people from beign tempted to rub or pat his head in any way or form. He tried for a smirk, but he looked uneasy still, "I can't take a girl's number wrong...Don't flatter yourself." He said rather rudely, but it was jsut his attitude which he had a bad habit to not be able to control so well. He opened the door without giving Reyna a second look. He looked at Variel and Kali both, "I'm sorry for the way I have acted." He wouldn't look them in the eyes but he did look at them. "Any teachers or guides you wish to give me I will be grateful to accept." He said sitting in a chair farthest form the two. He looke dlike he was pouting and at the same time thinking deeply. He began to question how his brother and sister were.

Ash turned quickly after hearing Florence scream out in pain. He saw the young hunter and held no remorse back. He glared and his eyes turned to flames real flames. Slowly his body morphed his gym shorts falling to the ground as he took to the air in a ear piercing screech that echoed through the caverns. One moment a beautiful bird the next a fiery ball of light shot toward the hunter. He shot panicked into the flames but it was too late for him. Ash circled the hunter in a vortex of fire and in a single scream of fear and pain which was hushed like meat sizzling on a grill not even ashes were left as the bird flew back to Florie it landed no longer fire, but the glow in it's eyes and tears fell upon Florence yet again and the would began to heal. The bird shifted growing larger and turning back into Ash. Naked and covered in a small layer of sweat. "Are you okay? "He asked behind gritted teeth. "That pathetic boy knew what eh was doing was wrong. What amd ehim so brave was foolish nonsense in his mind." He said feeling a pure hatred for hunters now. He had the mind to seek out each and everyone of them at that mometn and slaughter them all without a second glance. Except for Florence nad her brother, of course.

Stefan frowned feeling she wasn't stating all the reasons for leaving so quickly, "Right, well...I loved my family and growing up it was great, but I always felt as though my younger siblings got more attention...Back then I strived for attention and discovered natural talents. I came to love my little sis and brother, but I always wanted more. My parents kept me in church and still seemed to give my siblings extra attention. Especially my brother Christian, the real apple of my parents eyes. I moved to Germany where we had family, but they were far too secretive to ever want anything to do with me. I actually did come back for my family, but something has kept me back from doing that at all. I'm afraid of how they might react. They go to church Witchcraft is a sin and so is your soul being sold to Satan. I feel that it would go as well as telling my parents that I'm bisexual. It won't go at all because they would try to kill me or worse...disown me entirely." He explained more clearly. However, what Stefan didn't know was that his parents were already dead. "I mean they accepted me when I came out but this is far worse."

((it's fine, goodnight.))

Salem kissed her back not daring to overreact toward her words. He lvoed the taste of her lips on his and it wasn't somethign he wanted to let go of so easily. He looked intently into her eyes studying her fully. He was trying to see what bits of her was really her. She may not have been able to discover herself ever again, but something inside him wanted to piece such a puzzle together. "Okay..." He said simply with hsi charming grin. "So you leave tomorrow? Was it planned all along to leave tomorrow or was it a spare the moment choice once yous tarted feeling something for me the first time I died?" He asked a bit like an arse with his deep dark eyes and his bright white smile which seemed more of a devious smirk than anything and stuck on there rather permanently.