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"No, dear, he meant that when Evangeline was a baby as well," Laelee told Alex, her voice sad as well as she squeezed her husband's hand. "Evangeline's parents weren't forced out until." She froze and glanced at the girl who still had her back to the three. "They weren't forced out at all. They chose to leave after promising Evangeline to Nick." The hair on Evangeline's arms stood on end as she knew she hadn't told Alex that bit of information yet. He probably just thought she had chosen Nick. Her grip tightened on the mugs, carrying them over to the table with the coffee before glancing at Alex and sitting down in the last chair. She averted any eyes and just stared at the table, swallowing hard before Peljo spoke again. "Did you not know of your blood?" he asked, genuinely surprised as well as oblivious to Evangeline's uncomfortable posture. "I suppose it would make sense for your parents to want to shelter you, but it would have been safer to train you properly. If you had, you would have as much control as Evangeline does."
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Laelee's eyebrows rose in visible amusement at Alex's saying he 'didn't know why' and said, "Your feelings for Evangeline aren't the point right now. No offense, dear," she said, turning from Alex to Evangeline for a second before returning her attention to the young male. "You honestly can't even do anything about it, unless you were to challenge Nick." She exchanged a look with her husband, and this time Peljo spoke. "Which is why we're here. We don't believe it was a coincidence that you stopped in this town, or went to that party last night. We think you're meant to be here to take back what is yours." The couple didn't really care if the younger half in the room thought they were crazy, and Evangeline didn't. In fact, a flicker of hope sprung up in her as she went from looking out the window beside the table, to the couple, to Alex, wondering what he thought about it. If he could save their town, though, would Nick leave and take her with him? Would she be able to stay with Loyka and Alex?
((What if when things go down between Alex and Nick, Nick actually ends up separating the town into two? Just so we can keep things going longer.))
((What if when things go down between Alex and Nick, Nick actually ends up separating the town into two? Just so we can keep things going longer.))

Alex's face turned red a bit in embarrassment at the mention of his feelings for Evangeline and he said "None taken Laelee." then he listened to what Pelijo had to say without any interruption from him and when he was done Alex just sat there in silence staring down at the wooden table as he thought over what Pelijo had said, scratching an small line in the wood with one of his fingernails that had turned into an claw by accident but he didn't really pay attention to it but was more focused on his thoughts. After a bit Alex looked up from the table then he nodded slightly and said "Alright. If it means keeping the humans safe as well as taking back what was my parents and what is mine." He glanced at Evangeline and though he didn't say anything physically out loud he thought to her "And as long as it means you'll be safe from nick and get to do whatever you want without fear of him."
Evangeline heard Alex's thoughts clearly, as if he had actually spoken them aloud. She knew he hadn't, though, as the block Nick had put on strangers made Peljo and Laelee obviously oblivious to Alex's words. She turned away from him, though, looking from his claw on the table to back outside without a smile or even allowing any recognition of understanding him before her face grimaced slightly at the window. She couldn't afford to imprint on him, though she already knew Nick was not meant to be her mate. She stood up suddenly, setting Peljo's coat on the back of her seat, then taking a few steps away from the table before shaking her head at the wall and heading down the hallway, disappearing upstairs. She couldn't stay around Alex to find out if they would imprint, as she knew it would be a swapping of memories from their pasts and futures. Evangeline did not want Alex knowing what Nick had done to her; what she had willingly obliged to on occasions. She pulled a ladder down from the ceiling and headed into the attic in hopes of finding some of her mother's old clothes so she could safely head out into the cold and back to the bar.
"Leave her be." Downstairs, Peljo was about to ask Alex about whatever had gone on between them, but Laelee set her hand on his shoulder to hush him. "Alex, you need to know that Nick is extremely dangerous. He... He gains some sort of power by infecting humans into werewolves." The mates exchanged a look. "But even the alpha in a pack has to answer somewhat to the chief. Talking your grandfather might give you some insight into how to defeat Nicolai."
"Leave her be." Downstairs, Peljo was about to ask Alex about whatever had gone on between them, but Laelee set her hand on his shoulder to hush him. "Alex, you need to know that Nick is extremely dangerous. He... He gains some sort of power by infecting humans into werewolves." The mates exchanged a look. "But even the alpha in a pack has to answer somewhat to the chief. Talking your grandfather might give you some insight into how to defeat Nicolai."

Even Peljo's eyes were softened with sympathy in knowledge with what Alex felt confused about, and Laelee watched the young man with tired eyes as she spoke. "I think Evangeline knows that if the two of you spend too much time together, you might imprint. Even if you don't, she knows she would become too attached." Laelee personally knew, as her situation when her and Peljo weren't much older than the younger couple hadn't been as severe, yet similar. "Maybe she thinks it's safer to distance herself, in the case that something happens to one of you, or she finds she has to stay with Nick." The old woman let out a long, raspy sigh. "Honestly, you put the two of you in deep waters when you interfered with Nick and his fiancé last night, Alex. He could be unforgivingly angry with her right now." Which was probably the case. Upstairs, Evangeline pushed away the muffled talking she heard in her ears and she opened box after box after box until she found a pair of dark, worn-out jeans to slip on, tying the bottom of her flannel so it wasn't so chilly and loose before making her way back downstairs. In the kitchen, she avoided looking at Alex and spoke into the room, "I have to get back to the bar." She rifled through a drawer until he found a pointy steak knife and tucked it into the waist of her jeans, though she didn't explain what it was for. She stole one glance at Alex as she reached the front door, to let him know she was speaking to him. "I think it would be best if you stayed here for now. I'll divert my scent so Nick doesn't come here." She didn't wait for a reply before opening the door with the cold slamming it shut after her.

Peljo knew where Alex's grandfather could be found, but as he was rising to tell the younger man, Laelee grabbed his arm and held him back, slowly rising from her chair and lifting her husband's coat from Evangeline's chair. "We should not stay any longer," she reminded her husband as she helped him into his coat. The man cast another long glance at the stairwell before opening the door for his wife to head out.
Outside, already having ran far enough away from the cabin so that it couldn't be seen from where she stood, Evangeline skidded in her tracks before pulling the knife out of her waistband and pressing it to her upper forearm and rocking it back and forth until blood dribbled down her arm, splashing deep red in the snow. She started walking slowly towards the living district of her town to get back to her own house to shower and change before she took over the bar with Loyka, letting the blood drip to create a trail where she started from so it would be more enticing than just her pheromones in the case Nick started tracking her. It was meager, but it was all she could do for the moment to protect Alex, plus the pain sort of took her mind off of the pulling she felt to go back to him. She knew that if she didn't fight it, she would feel the imprint for sure. And the undeniable knowledge of their connection scared her more than Nick did at that time.
Outside, already having ran far enough away from the cabin so that it couldn't be seen from where she stood, Evangeline skidded in her tracks before pulling the knife out of her waistband and pressing it to her upper forearm and rocking it back and forth until blood dribbled down her arm, splashing deep red in the snow. She started walking slowly towards the living district of her town to get back to her own house to shower and change before she took over the bar with Loyka, letting the blood drip to create a trail where she started from so it would be more enticing than just her pheromones in the case Nick started tracking her. It was meager, but it was all she could do for the moment to protect Alex, plus the pain sort of took her mind off of the pulling she felt to go back to him. She knew that if she didn't fight it, she would feel the imprint for sure. And the undeniable knowledge of their connection scared her more than Nick did at that time.

The young woman's head turned so fast that it would have painfully pulled muscles in a human neck when she thought she heard her name being called, spinning around in a full circle more than once. When she realized it had been a thought and not a voice, she settled, but who was calling her? She brushed it off and decided not to act on the feeling unless she noticed it again, and a few minutes later she reached the backyard of her and Loyka's house that opened into the woods. She tried the back sliding door- unlocked, thankfully- and slipped inside, checking the house for intruders before locking the back door and heading upstairs to shower fast and change into her own clothing.

((Do you want me to continue from Evangeline's perspective, Alex's grandfather's, or both?))
((Okay. For now I'll write from hers and when he finds his grandfather, I'll wing it.
Earlier when you wrote that he held his arm in pain, did you want his arm to have been cut as well? Or it just hurt because of the imprinting?
Also, I figured for now that they could have had a sort of half-imprinting? And their memories are exchanged later, if that's alright by you.))
When Evangeline stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a big towel, her head throbbed terribly, and for a second she could of swore she smelled... Alex. But he was not there, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the scent was gone, but the faint metallic smell of iron was there. Blood, she thought, looking down at her arm. Surprisingly enough, her arm had scabbed, and for the minute she watched it, the scab faded into a scar. She frowned; she hadn't been able to heal that fast in a long time. Deciding to bring it up to someone she trusted later, she quickly dressed in a black button-up and dark blue jeans of her own, tugging on combat boots and grabbing her mother's old black leather jacket. If she breathed deeply enough, what reminded her of her mother still clung to the leather, but also a twinge of betraying. Evangeline scowled and grabbed her keys before ditching the house, leaving the back door unlocked but not the front. Thankfully, the bar was a short walk from her house, but the dropping temperature iced her hair as she could smell a storm coming; worse than the one from the night before, of which its' snow had already melted on the pavement.
Earlier when you wrote that he held his arm in pain, did you want his arm to have been cut as well? Or it just hurt because of the imprinting?
Also, I figured for now that they could have had a sort of half-imprinting? And their memories are exchanged later, if that's alright by you.))
When Evangeline stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a big towel, her head throbbed terribly, and for a second she could of swore she smelled... Alex. But he was not there, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the scent was gone, but the faint metallic smell of iron was there. Blood, she thought, looking down at her arm. Surprisingly enough, her arm had scabbed, and for the minute she watched it, the scab faded into a scar. She frowned; she hadn't been able to heal that fast in a long time. Deciding to bring it up to someone she trusted later, she quickly dressed in a black button-up and dark blue jeans of her own, tugging on combat boots and grabbing her mother's old black leather jacket. If she breathed deeply enough, what reminded her of her mother still clung to the leather, but also a twinge of betraying. Evangeline scowled and grabbed her keys before ditching the house, leaving the back door unlocked but not the front. Thankfully, the bar was a short walk from her house, but the dropping temperature iced her hair as she could smell a storm coming; worse than the one from the night before, of which its' snow had already melted on the pavement.

Alex continued following the scent and he somewhat enjoyed the feeling of being out surrounded by the forest and nature when he felt something go down his arm and he looked down to see that some of the sleeve of his shirt was soaked in blood, turning it dark red. He pulled up the sleeve and was surprised to see that there was an cut in his arm as well as blood coming down from it and his arm to the snow. Alex just stood there in confusion looking at the cut when he remembered that his arm had suddenly been hurting when he figured out that Evangeline had cut herself and thought "Was that because of the imprinting?" though he didn't know why but what really confused him as well as surprise him was that he hadn't healed as quickly as he usually could which caused him to frown but he just looked away and continued walking, following the scent.
((So they'll exchange memories later, then. With the arm thing, would one of them get hurt and the other take the wound? Or what? If it's just that they mimic wounds, I would go back and edit my last post, but I can't because I'm on mobile.))
The entire walk to the bar, Evangeline felt eyes on her. Particles of thoughts slipped in and out of her head, though not full communication, as she was used to. Whore; Traitor; Already killed us all; Yelping bitch; Never forgive; The thoughts from her once-kind pack hurt her so much she felt a pain within her chest. She kept her head down and eyes averted, though thankfully no one physically hurt her for the time being. They knew well enough to not touch what belonged to the alpha. For now, Evangeline thought, having a hard time ignoring what little thoughts that weren't hers filling her mind. Tears welled in the girl's eyes as she ducked into the alleyway next to the bar, sneaking into the place from behind in hopes of not having to face more ridicule when she entered her establishment. She hoped Alex had listened to her and stayed at the cabin, but with Laelee and Peljo's talk of him taking what belonged to him, she knew it to be unlikely.
The entire walk to the bar, Evangeline felt eyes on her. Particles of thoughts slipped in and out of her head, though not full communication, as she was used to. Whore; Traitor; Already killed us all; Yelping bitch; Never forgive; The thoughts from her once-kind pack hurt her so much she felt a pain within her chest. She kept her head down and eyes averted, though thankfully no one physically hurt her for the time being. They knew well enough to not touch what belonged to the alpha. For now, Evangeline thought, having a hard time ignoring what little thoughts that weren't hers filling her mind. Tears welled in the girl's eyes as she ducked into the alleyway next to the bar, sneaking into the place from behind in hopes of not having to face more ridicule when she entered her establishment. She hoped Alex had listened to her and stayed at the cabin, but with Laelee and Peljo's talk of him taking what belonged to him, she knew it to be unlikely.

Alex continued following the scent until he came out from behind a couple of trees and found that the trail came to an stop at an cabin isolated from other cabins. He looked at it curiously and thought to himself "This must be the place." before he cautiously walked to it, pausing to look around to see if anyone was around and when he saw that no one was he continued walking. He stopped at some stairs and looked at them before walking up them, stepping onto the front porch and stopping in front of the front door hesitating slightly then raising an hand and knocked on the door three times then he put his hand back down and waited silently a few inches away from the door.
((Alright.))
Try as she might, Evangeline wasn't able to comfortably get into the throng of things at the bar, and after about twenty minutes of getting dirty looks and having to ignore angry thoughts directed to her, Loyka took her younger sister aside and suggested she work in the upstairs office that day. Evangeline shrugged without a word, already knowing her sister had been forced to deal damage control even before the eighteen-year-old had arrived at the bar that afternoon.
Deep into the city's woods, an old man stood ready in the front foyer of his home, a monstrous cabin in the woods as he heard, smelled and saw a man approaching the building. Not surprisingly enough, the young man looked to be a near replica of the chief's younger body. So, either he was hallucinating again, or his grandson had finally found his way back home. Almost as soon at the new arrival knocked, he swung the door open, gritting his teeth at the cold, the smell of blood, and the sight of his long-missing kin. Without a proper greeting, saving it for later, the man gruffly asked, "Were you followed?"
((What would you like his name to be?))
Try as she might, Evangeline wasn't able to comfortably get into the throng of things at the bar, and after about twenty minutes of getting dirty looks and having to ignore angry thoughts directed to her, Loyka took her younger sister aside and suggested she work in the upstairs office that day. Evangeline shrugged without a word, already knowing her sister had been forced to deal damage control even before the eighteen-year-old had arrived at the bar that afternoon.
Deep into the city's woods, an old man stood ready in the front foyer of his home, a monstrous cabin in the woods as he heard, smelled and saw a man approaching the building. Not surprisingly enough, the young man looked to be a near replica of the chief's younger body. So, either he was hallucinating again, or his grandson had finally found his way back home. Almost as soon at the new arrival knocked, he swung the door open, gritting his teeth at the cold, the smell of blood, and the sight of his long-missing kin. Without a proper greeting, saving it for later, the man gruffly asked, "Were you followed?"
((What would you like his name to be?))

Alex looked up from the ground when he heard the cabin's front door open and found himself looking at another older man though he still had the same scent as Alex himself so he assumed that this was his grandfather and he shook his head slightly before saying "No or at least I hope not." then he glanced down at the cut that still wasn't healed and he wrapped his hand around it to stop it from bleeding more then he looked back up and said "May I come in?" Even if he wasn't healing and still bleeding he still remembered about his manners and that he should respect his elders even if he had just met them.
((Like Gerard Way, Gerard? Sure.))
A huff escaped the old man's lips and it took all of his tired muscles' strength to not tackle the kid in a hug. A toothy grin broke out on his face as he nodded and moved to the side, waiting for Alex to enter before closing the door behind him. He kept his distance, though he did still want to show some form of fatherly affection for the person whom he had not been allowed to see raised, last a child and now a man. His eyes shot to Alex's bloody arm and his smile faltered. "C'mere, kid," he said, his voice gruff and, well, wolfish. He pressed a hand to Alex's back and guided him to an open-floor, large kitchen that held a big breakfast table in the middle of it, pulling out a chair for his grandson to sit down into. "I'm Gerard. You're Alex, my once-removed spawn," he joked, making his way to the dark-wooded cabinets to find a first aide kit.
A huff escaped the old man's lips and it took all of his tired muscles' strength to not tackle the kid in a hug. A toothy grin broke out on his face as he nodded and moved to the side, waiting for Alex to enter before closing the door behind him. He kept his distance, though he did still want to show some form of fatherly affection for the person whom he had not been allowed to see raised, last a child and now a man. His eyes shot to Alex's bloody arm and his smile faltered. "C'mere, kid," he said, his voice gruff and, well, wolfish. He pressed a hand to Alex's back and guided him to an open-floor, large kitchen that held a big breakfast table in the middle of it, pulling out a chair for his grandson to sit down into. "I'm Gerard. You're Alex, my once-removed spawn," he joked, making his way to the dark-wooded cabinets to find a first aide kit.

The elder huffed, finally finding the kit and bringing it to the table and setting it down in front of Alex before pulling a chair next to him. He brought the box towards himself and began to rifle through it. "Eeeyup. I'm your grandfather. Get the spawn kick now? Because children are spawn?" He tried to crack a smile to lighten the mood but realized it wasn't really worth it just then and decided to work on the kid's sense of humor later. "You can call me whatever endearing name you like; I don't much care." He found some antiseptic and gestured to Alex's arm. "May I?" Without waiting for an answer, he pried Alex's hand off of the cut. "So, what happened? Were you poisoned? Why hasn't this healed?" He realized he wasn't waiting for replied and hushed, wiping up the blood with a damp cloth.

A snort/cough-like laugh bubbled from Gerard's lips at the mention of imprinting. "What, imprint? You? Like, with a person?" His face reddened worse than before when he looked up into his grandson's eyes. "Oh... Well, theoretically speaking, if you were older, and you met another werewolf, even if you half-imprint, then your blood is sort of shared." The man didn't like that Alex was asking, as he had barely known him in his... What, nineteen years? "However, if a werewolf were to imprint on a vampire or siren or human, just generally someone who couldn't heal, then your blood would heal your counterpart's body would be able to heal better, while yours wouldn't. Because you sort of... More than spiritually share bodies." Gerard reached into the bag again to get a bandage. "My turn to ask a question. Why are you here?" He leaned back in his chair after applying the wrap, watching Alex with interest.

"You know, Alex... Peljo and Laelee have a lot more faith in me than they should. Than you should. I'm just an old chief." Gerard sighed, though, staring at Alex's arm for a good moment or so. "That girl... She probably doesn't know this, but Arnbjorn and his wife, Saeta, they left by their own choice. Evangeline Shavja was practically sold for their freedom to leave the pack." A twinkle suddenly sparked in the man's eye and he looked into his grandson's pupils again with a small smirk. "You had to go and imprint on that particular, need I say, spoken-for girl, huh?" Alex needn't have told his grandfather that Evangeline had been the one he had imprinted with. It was an unspoken obvious. The man then stood and grabbed the first aide kit to put away. "You hungry?" He, again, didn't really seem to wait for an answer before looking around his kitchen again, deciding that he would rather answer questions than come off as a dick. "Do you have more questions? About imprinting? And, well, though I don't believe I can help... With Nicolai?" The elders continued to use the alpha's full first name, which was forbidden around the actual man.

"Oh, things were quite different. The pack maybe consisted of a hundred or so adults, give a few handfuls to add in the kids... Humans weren't infected against their will; in fact, they didn't know about the werewolves if your parents could help it." Gerard stopped in front of a cupboard and set his hand on the dark wood. "You and Evangeline were practically joined at the hip. The plan was to keep you two close even if you didn't end up imprinting later in life, just to keep her safe, because you were the future alpha and she was this independent kid that couldn't keep her hands out of the snake pit, if you understand what I mean." The grandfather sighed through his teeth. "Are you allergic to anything? What sounds good to eat?"

Gerard sighed again, though this time there was remorse along the tiredness of it. "I wasn't- Alex, back when Nick and his parents came into join our pack, I welcomed them. Your mother and father thought it would be a bad idea; with good reason, they had a bad feeling about the three. But I didn't listen. I still had more respect within the pack than the alphas at the time, because I had only recently given up my title for chief." Just then, Gerard realized he wasn't answering Alex's question, but rather confessing something in order to answer it. "When you and your parents were forced out... I felt ashamed, but I couldn't leave the pack alone in the hands of Nicolai and his parents. I couldn't go with you. A few years later, I realized I had become less of the chief and more of a servant to Nicolai. So I detached and came here." He didn't want to answer the question about his wife, but... "Nick killed your grandmother a few years ago. Subtly; I don't have proof. But it had to have been him." His hands clenched to fists and finally, he turned from the kitchen window to his grandson.

Gerard stood there, watching but not seeing his grandson. It was hard, thinking of his mate being gone. Forever. His breathing became ragged and he was self-absorbed for a few moments, barely sensing Alex's uncontrolled pheromones and shifting. The kid had little self-control, it seemed, and would probably need training on that, of which Gerard could not provide. When Alex spoke again he lifted his eyes from the nails on the table to his grandson's face. "Oh..." The question made him sad, and weary. For Alex, for Evangeline. For his own loneliness. With the realization, he replied, "Alex, I do not know that girl. For all I know, she could be psychotic, riding your imprinting for something else- hell, she could be lesbian." The man shrugged, his eyes distant. "But if you two connect the way everybody thought you would; the way you had already done when you were toddlers, I think she'll pick you. But don't take my word for it."

Gerard's body stiffened when Alex wrapped his arms around him, but loosened up and hugged him back when he heard his words. Honestly, it made him tear up a little, but he knew he would never admit to it as Alex turned and left the large cabin.
Inside the bar, upstairs in the attic, Evangeline sat at the desk chair, blankly staring out the window at the growing dark with its' bleak clouds promising a heavier snow. She made herself promise to keep up a good story about what had happened the day before if Nick were to come in, but he never did. She knew she would have to be the one to return to him if it meant keeping the peace -for now in general and for in the case that Alex chickened out on helping them. She sighed softly as she tried to ignore the loud downstairs, her eyes drooping from the window to look at the scar across her arm. She huffed again after tracing it a few times before pulling her sleeve down and buttoning it at her wrist, wondering it Alex would even disobey her and come out of the cabin that day.
Inside the bar, upstairs in the attic, Evangeline sat at the desk chair, blankly staring out the window at the growing dark with its' bleak clouds promising a heavier snow. She made herself promise to keep up a good story about what had happened the day before if Nick were to come in, but he never did. She knew she would have to be the one to return to him if it meant keeping the peace -for now in general and for in the case that Alex chickened out on helping them. She sighed softly as she tried to ignore the loud downstairs, her eyes drooping from the window to look at the scar across her arm. She huffed again after tracing it a few times before pulling her sleeve down and buttoning it at her wrist, wondering it Alex would even disobey her and come out of the cabin that day.

Though Evangeline had her eyes closed and head bent, she felt like someone was watching her, which made her jump out of her skin all the more when she heard her name, her head whipping to look at the door to the office. She breathed in deeply, trying to scent who it was, but she couldn't smell Nick, only... Alex's blood. She looked around again, then out the window and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Alex outside on the roof. She opened the window and bent over to step out after taking a cautious glance behind her. "He- what are you doing here? Are you okay?" Her eyes flickered to his arm in confusion- he was wounded in the same place she had been only hours before. "What happened to your arm, Alex?" She realized she wasn't really giving him a moment to answer and hushed, bringing her eyes to look up at his face.

"Actually, I believe it would have worked..." Evangeline trailed off, not returning the smile before her attention was grabbed by his arm again, still not understanding. She shook her head, trying to clear from the metallic scent of blood. The girl looked around the two before down at the ground, making sure no one was watching before she gently brushed Alex's other arm. "Come in, but we have to be quiet." She took his hand and pulled him in through the window behind her, waiting until he was through before shutting the pane and takin another look at the town that was visible from there. She turned to Alex and glanced at him before rolling up her dark sleeve, looking from her scar to Alex's arm. "This is from when I... Cut myself to get blood to distract Nick." She then pointed to the young man's arm. "They're in the same spot." She sounded dubious.
((It's alright.))
((It's alright.))

Evangeline let her arm droop for a moment before her body stiffened when Alex mentioned the imprinting, and she crossed her arms and looked away. "I just..." She didn't want to hurt him, but she knew she had been. And knowing that he was hurting made her feel sick. She didn't want to think about it; even spending time with him made the moment that would happen -exchanging memories- draw closer, and Evangeline was afraid. She knew he could probably sense that, so why wouldn't he give her a break? She sighed and thought over what Alex said next, not sure if she wanted the truth. It had only happened little more than a year ago, and the wound still felt fresh. She didn't want to reset Alex for being the one who told her, but at the same time... She needed to know. "What did your grandfather tell you?" she asked finally, her voice resigned. She still wouldn't look at Alex, opting to do whatever it would take to delay the inevitable.

A sharp breath was sucked into Evangeline's lungs as she practically felt the cruelness in Alex's words. She turned her body away and closed her eyes, feeling as if the man had reached out to hit her. The pain -and honest truth- of what Alex had said made her feel as if he actually would hit her, but no; that was Nick, anyway. "Yes, well. They deserve a happiness no matter the cost, right?" her words were so quiet even she could barely hear them. Her hands began shaking so badly that she just hugged herself tightly, wishing she hadn't allowed Alex to elaborate. You deserve it. You deserve to be hurt after trying to hurt him, she told herself, feeling sick in her stomach. Evangeline didn't want to cry in front of Alex. She didn't want him to know that he had wounded her. Her breathing was ragged and shaky- so much so that she barely heard Alex's next words, but the aftermath of his first news combined with what she had tried to achieve made her head fuzzy and hurt. "Yes, Alex, you can go ahead and leave. Leave like my parents did. I would have to be with Nick anyway; we both know you wouldn't stand a chance against him." She tried to sound angry and bitter, and she wanted him to think she meant it. But what she really wanted was for him to forgive her ignoring of the imprint. Evangeline just didn't want to acknowledge what was true to end up with Alex dead and Nick hurting her even more than before this mess.

The young woman was grateful when she felt Alex turning away, finally feeling like he understood that it would be easier for the two if he just left while there was still room for more attachment. But as Alex stepped in front of her and touched her chin, she clenched her jaw to brace and was surprised when Alex pressed his lips to hers, wishing she hadn't blocked out whatever he had said so that she could understand why he suddenly had a sad look in his eyes, obviously not that of anger. She kissed him back for a moment, letting go of her self-hug and beginning to wrap her arms around him when she stopped. It was nice, but a moment ago they had been fighting and now they were exchanging spit? She pulled back after too long, opening her eyes to look up at Alex as she tried to decide if that had been an okay thing to accept. Evangeline ran a hand through her loose wavy hair. "Alex... I'm sorry." Her voice was squeaky and she hated that. "I... If-" she stopped, realizing she needed to figure out what she was saying before she spoke it. "I have to get Loyka out of town." It was random, but just the stupid kiss made her realize that.

A ferocious look came over Evangeline's face, though she tried to conceal it. "No, I will not leave you here. I'm staying," she thought back to him, knowing that if she spoke aloud she would probably yell and didn't want to attract attention from the bar downstairs. "She'll go and find our mom and dad. They would have taken her a year ago anyway, but I was seventeen and needed someone to stay with me. Alex, I want to be here. With you." She only hoped he understood her. Evangeline knew that if things got worse with Nick... He would kill Loyka. He had previously alluded to doing so, anyway.

Evangeline heard Alex out, though she was irritated with his annoyance. He couldn't force her to leave anyway; he wasn't in charge of her. About to voice her opinion, she stopped. "I just need to get her out of town, and no, I'm not going to take her out. I need you to take her." Before Alex could protest, she eyed the door again and spoke in a low, hushed tone. "Loyka and I have smuggled other people out of town before, so you have to trust me. I'll need to stay here to distract Nick." She knew Alex would absolutely hate that idea, but it had to be done. Otherwise her fiancé would follow them. "You'll take her to... Wherever, it doesn't matter. Just not here, and not the next town." She knew it was stupid to be alone with Nick, but all that mattered to her was Loyka's safety, and for that matter, Alex's. Evangeline did not care if she was hurt if it meant their lives. Her head throbbed again and she took on of her hands from Alex's and cupped his face. "Please."
((Want to have them imprint now? Or later? Maybe while they're separated, so it's more confusing?))
((Want to have them imprint now? Or later? Maybe while they're separated, so it's more confusing?))

Alex hesitated then he sighed and said "Okay. Even though I absolutely hate the idea of you being alone again with nick.... I'll do it. For you." then he leaned his head gently into Evangeline's hand and he wrapped his arms around her waist before softly pulling her against his chest, gently hugging her against him. He stayed like that holding her for a few more minutes then he pulled back a bit and gently pecked her lips one more time before letting go of her and walked back out, jumping down from the ledge onto the ground without an noise standing on his feet before he turned around and walked back into the bar through the front door, deciding it would be best if he walked through the front doors then down the stairs that led back down into the bar.