Fantasy Mrs. Evans' School for the Gifted

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-Pandora Lockhart-


Pandora watched as he walked over to her. When he extended his hand out, she smiled small and looked at him. Taking his hand gently, she nodded. "Sounds like fun. C'mon lets head out. Wouldn't want to be out too late."she told him, smiling a bit. She didn't really care if they took a while, she was just mocking the rules of the school, really. Pandora always was a bit of a trouble maker. Quickly making her way out of the building, her pace slowed a bit once they got out of the school. "So Alistair. Tell me about yourself. Thats if you don't mind sharing with me."she told him, while looking around the area. She hadn't realized how pretty it actually was. She must have been too busy, wanting to go inside.


@Arael

 

[Arael]

Alistair West
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Alistair smiled as he followed beside her, linking his arm with hers as they moved along and outside where the cool morning air greeted to the two as they walked. He paused briefly as he thought about her request. "Well I'm eighteen, If you couldn't tell by now I'm a demon, I play basketball, and I'm on student council which is actually rather boring, I'm the youngest of three siblings and I have a rather rocky relationship with my family at the moment." He chuckled silently as he thought back to his older brothers and how they used to threaten him for his 'betrayal' which he didn't mind since it was of course his choice. 
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"it's a long story and I'd rather not bore you with my family drama." He smiled slightly before shaking his head and looking down at her. "What about you? Or do you prefer to remain a mystery?" He asked as looked out, seeing a few students who were late and obviously rushing to class. 
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[minajesty]

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-Pandora Lockhart-


Pandora nodded a little bit and smiled. "There is no way your life story can be boring. Considering your a demon, I'm sure you got lots of interesting things to tell."she said smiling. When he said that he wanted to know about her's, she smiled and looked down a bit. What part is there to tell? Besides all the history connecting with Azalea in a way, she thought to herself. She didn't really want to add everything that involved Azalea's family, but it was kind of hard to avoid it. She realized that she was talking a while to respond. She didn't want him thinking that he had hit a nerve in her. "Long story short, my real mom is dead and my father is already married to my stepmonster."she said. When she realized that she said stepmonster instead of stepmother, she chuckled a bit. "I mean stepmother. But there is not much of a difference considering she looks and acts like one."she added.


@Arael

 

[Arael]

Alistair West 
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Alistair nodded briefly. "I had my time when I was...more like my brothers, but I guess I left it all in the past." He said before shaking off the memories as they quickly flashed through his head. He'd realized they both went silent for a while before Pandora began to speak again, and gave quick run down of her life which was rather short and simple but he did chuckle slightly at her mention of a 'Stepmonster' before quickly correcting herself. "It's fine, regardless I'm sure you have your reasons for..a slight disdain of her." 
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[minajesty]

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-Pandora Lockhart-


"Hmm..."she replied, thinking for a few minutes. She didn't really know many of the places here. Looking around the scenery, she shrugged a bit, and looked back at him. "I don't know exactly. I guess i'll leave it up to you."she told him and smiled a bit. "Or maybe we can just choose a path and see where it takes us?"she suggested in a questionable tone. It didn't really matter where they went at this point. As long as it was far away from this hellhole they called a school. She wasn't fond of this school in any way. And she didn't understand why her father made her go. She could take care of herself. She wasn't worried about the rebels finding her. 


((Such a short post, but its all I can manage))


@Arael

 

[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Despite being distracted, Sorren was an advanced supernatural entity and so detected Azalea invading his mind. His face instantly dropped and wore a slight frown, he preferred his thoughts to remain his but since he kind of forcibly sifted through Azalea's memories he resolved he would let it slide this once. Her eyes narrowed at him and he just stared blankly back into them, not giving any hints as to what his thoughts entailed.


As he observed Azalea's reaction to his offer, he became somewhat amused to see her searching his expression with suspicion of deceit or malice. Sorren didn't blame her. His eyes glanced over her form as she thought and then declined his offer. "You're too stubborn", he said with a sigh as he rolled his sleeve back down. Sorren's gaze returned to hers, he definitely wasn't going to offer again, his kindness reaching its limit for the day.


Sorren tapped his fingers rhythmically on the cold stone he sat upon, unable to stop himself from fidgeting. Azalea began to warn him of how dangerous Keeper was and Sorren promptly rolled his eyes, he despised being told what he could and couldn't do; he certainly wouldn't heed Azalea's warning, Keeper would have to prove he was a force to be reckoned with, actions speak louder than words. Sorren was about to respond in a blunt fashion to Azalea until she was suddenly pushed straight into the icy water by a person he realised to be Cat after a moments contemplation.


The hybrid had to hold his chest as he guffawed, he was simply unable to hold in his laughter as Azalea was submerged in the water below. Sorren began to calm down and took a deep breath before Cat was in the water with Azalea with a single quick and fluid pull on the arm. Sorren turned his head somewhat and raised a hand to cover his mouth, snickering at the exchange between the two. He looked back at them with a grin, his eyes first resting on Azalea before seeing her clothing clinging to her curvaceous figure in all the right places and instantly switching to glance at Cat whom he could bare to look at. "I must say Cat, I'm beginning to like you more and more every time we meet", Sorren said with a light chuckle while still wearing a grin. He stood up and took a step back from the water as he placed his hands in his trouser pockets - he was determined to not get soaked if he could help it.


@Ms. Sparrow

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Sorren's ignorance continued to anger Azalea. He simply seemed to brush Keeper off his shoulder as if he were nothing, but that was not the case. Similar to Sorren, Azalea did not fear things. She always had a plan, even if it took a year or more. Unless it came to Keeper, whom she was rightly terrified of. But she guessed the same rule applied. As Keeper had said, seeing was believing. Especially for Sorren. 


Azalea noticed the quick aversion of Sorren's eyes from her to Cat, and felt oddly triumphant. At least she hadn't had her leather jacket on at the time, which sat on the shore along with her phone. Although she was freezing, considering she was in a black tank top. 


Sorren, you great idiot, are you asking for death? Azalea thought to herself as she stood dripping wet next to Cat, who snickered as Sorren welcomed her, but then proceeded to take a step back. Both girls noticed, and Cat grinned like a fox next to Azalea, whose dark eyes glinted mischievously with a hint of amusement. 


"Well, well-well wellllll," Cat began in a sly voice, green eyes narrowed like a fox. "Don't you look nice. It'd be a shame if someone were to-


Ruin it."


With a quick movement of Cat's hands, a large amount of water shot out of the the river, hovering in the air for less then a second before shooting towards Sorren at a blinding, rapid speed. 


Azalea took the distraction to  get out of the cool river, and fled toward the shore where she had sat before being pushed. Azalea began to quickly move out of the water, wanting to get warm as soon as possible. 


@Bowa


((Sorry it's so quick and rushed, I'm exhausted and I keep falling asleep Btw, would it be okay if Azalea and Cat were to put their plan into action? Were Cat would put Sorren in sort of a stupor like paralysis and Azalea dig into his mind to find out his past?))

 

[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Sorren had found the whole situation rather amusing until he saw the looks on the faces of Azalea and Cat that is. This cannot be good. He was about to retreat further away from the water but within a blink of an eye, a large body of water drenched him before he could react. 'You piece of-' Sorren mumbled under his breath as he shivered from the sudden contrast of dried clothes to soaked ones.


The hybrid ran a hand through his now wet hair to move some loose strands from his face. "Consider it your lucky day that I don't want to enter that freezing cold water", Sorren began as he pointed at Cat with a grin, "Otherwise you might just have found yourself drowned". He said with a serious tone but still wore a grin. Sorren resolved he couldn't just let Cat get away with such an act however. Therefore, Sorren quickly pulled his shirt over his head - deciding it's purpose had been compromised anyway since the water had made it cold and see through - and threw it straight towards Cat's face. The shirt was weighted from the absorption of so much water so was sure to collide harshly with Cat's skin.


The adrenaline that had suddenly shot through Sorren's system from the unexpected barrage of water had made him forget that he now was basically half naked; his chiselled and toned upper body now on display. After feeling rather happy with himself for his payback to Cat, Sorren saw Azalea attempting to escape the river's icy water. How naive, Sorren thought with a sly smirk as his arms were wrapped around Azalea in a mere moment, picking her up into the bridal position. "I think you've been a bad influence on Cat", he said, amused, with a smirk curving his lips. With that, he threw Azalea back into the river and instantly retreated to the line of trees some distance away from the water.


Sorren leaned his right side against a tree and folded his arms across his chest, he looked over to Cat and Azalea whom were both still in the river. His eyes gleamed with mischief and he looked like a Cheshire Cat, smug and entertained. Sorren knew that the pair wouldn't be happy about what he just did but Sorren wasn't the type of person to let someone get away with something. That's how you become a pushover. "I would advise thinking twice before you try anything again and expect me to just let it slide", he shouted over to the two from the safety of the trees.


@Ms. Sparrow


((It's cool, I know that feeling all too well And sure! I'm actually kinda excited to post it haha))

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Cat howled with laughter as Sorren was soaked through and through, clutching her stomach from pain at Sorren spoke with a grin, running his hands through his hair. 


Azalea couldn't stop herself from staring as Sorren took off his shirt, revealing his seemingly perfectly toned body. Azalea reluctantly dragged her eyes away, and looked at Cat, who was greeted with Sorren's wet shirt slapping her in the face, Azalea smirked, amused. 


Just as Azalea was about to step foot on the shore, Azalea felt a pair of toned arms she recognized as Sorren's wrap around her, and Azalea let out a surprised gasp, along with a surprised laugh as he scooped her up in a bridal style position. She shook her head, smirking at Sorren's comment of her being a bad influence. 


"No no no no- ahhh!" Azalea cried as Sorren threw her into the air, and Azalea was plunged back into the icy depths of the river, Cat burst out laughing again. 


Azalea emerged from the water, coughing up water and pushing her dark hair behind her ear and out of her face. 


"Why you rotten little-" Azalea began to growl, but cut herself off. She wouldn't give Cat nor Sorren the satisfaction. Azalea smirked at Sorren's position, safely away from the water, her eyes glinted dangerously at Sorren in a mischievous manner. 


Azalea recovered herself, coolly sliding out of the water until she was directly in front of Sorren, at a dangerously close level.  "I agree. I hope, you wouldn't think the same of me Sorren. You didn't honestly think I'd give up so easily, did you?  I promise this won't hurt." Azalea said with a blank face, in an emotionless tone with a hint of bitterness. At that moment, with Cat's assistance


Sorren would begin to feel weak and tired, feeling like his own legs couldn't carry him, the only movements he could make was to really open his eyes. 


Azalea gently layed Sorren down on the soft grass. "I always win." Azalea whispered in his ear in a venomous tone. Although she found herself only feeling guilty for what she was doing, but she had to push him away. 


He would be in a rather peaceful state, fully conscious but unable to move, as if his arms were too heavy to move. Cat sat down next to Azalea as Azalea put Sorren's head in her lap, placing her hands on each side of his forehead. Cat's green eyes glowed brilliantly as she kept the spell on Sorren, her face wore a grimace, she had obviously not wanted to do this, but she kept her mouth kept shut.  She could invade his head from a distance, but it was much easier to touch him, for both of them. 


Azalea's eyes turned their familiar jet black as she stared down at Sorren, her heart ached but she kept it buried. It needed to be done. That's what she kept telling herself at least, and she impulsively smoothed his hair back before she quickly snatched her hand away back at his forehead, reminding herself not to get too close. 


Azalea slipped into his mind like a snake, he'd be able to almost feel her digging around into his memories, watching them as if they were movies to be watched and enjoyed with popcorn. "There now. Let's see what you've buried, hm? I told you. I always get what I want." Azalea said in a low voice, her tone matter of fact.  Azales then looked into his memories to see his past. 


@Bowa


((Sorry if I overstepped a couple boundaries! I can change it to be less godmody if you want))

 

[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Sorren smirked to himself, taking in Azalea's cute laugh and then annoyed expression straight after one another. If he was honest, he hadn't been this consistently entertained by a persons presence in a while. Sorren couldn't help but admire Azalea as she moved towards him, his eyes taking all of her features in with adoration. He shook his head slightly as soon as he realised what he was doing, Azalea was beginning to get to him and he just couldn't let that happen.


The hybrid was about to response to Azalea with a witty remark until her last comment, he furrowed his brow. What won't hurt?, he questioned to himself until Azalea provided him with the answer. Sorren suddenly felt like all of his energy had just disappeared, not ripped out of him, it simply just vanished. His knees became weak and he slumped against the tree in which he was previously leaning on.


Azalea grabbed him and lay him upon the grass, Sorren had an incredibly difficult time remembering the last time he had felt so destitute. He blamed himself for being in this position. This is exactly why he had kept his barriers firmly up and protected himself, checking around his back and every corner to prevent others getting close. The slightest of slips and a colossal mistake is made; right now though, there is absolutely nothing he can do about it, Sorren has fallen victim to his own feelings, resulting in Azalea getting the upper hand. 


The memories. Sorren thought wanting to sigh but unable to, of course he didn't expect her to just let what he did slide but he just wasn't prepared for something so out of the blue. Sorren had almost forgotten that this was a girl whom he had pinned against multiple surfaces, stabbed with his claws, and forced to live through multiple traumatic memories. It had now all come back to bite him.


Sorren was furious. His eyes were the only part of his body he was able to move but that didn't stop his claws from elongating and his eyes turning to the piercing amber of his hybrid form. The veins around his eyes began to darken to an inky black and started to protrude. He couldn't move but that didn't stop him from feeling. If he were able to move, both Cat and Azalea would have been dead in an instant - he wouldn't have wanted to but feeling so weak made him enraged.


Sorren didn't even notice Azalea smooth his hair back, too consumed by the anger he was experiencing. He wanted to get up and kill something but he couldn't, Sorren would have rather been put to sleep than forced to witness his helplessness. Sorren let out a huff of air through his nose at Azalea's words, he had never thought he was capable of wanting to rip a person's throat out and wanting to leave a trail of kisses down their neck at the same time before. Confused was too inadequate a word to describe the sensations he felt.


Sorren saw his whole life flash before his eyes like a movie reel, he was suddenly able to remember every detail from his past. The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. Sorren couldn't believe Azalea. of all people, was about to see what he had hidden from everybody for so long.


A myriad of memories breezed through Sorren's mind, almost giving an overview of his early life until his first noteworthy memory came forth.


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Memory 1


Sorren Latrent was the first born son of the werewolves Quinn Latrent and Evangeline Latrent, his mother was the Alpha of the Luna Gleam pack. The first born of any werewolf Alpha is the heir to the pack so Sorren always had a lot to live up to.


His father and mother owned a string of very successful businesses that had risen to such heights mostly due to the family’s supernatural heritage, they would always say ‘What is the point of having a gift if you don’t use it?”. Before he was born his father and mother had amassed a tremendous amount of wealth; wealth that would set them up for multiple lifetimes.


The family estate was one to behold, it was huge but with a vintage look. The entrance had a long, gravel driveway that was surrounded by a canopy of towering trees. Sorren’s love of beautiful gardens came from the majestic and colourful garden that his home held.


The wealth of his parents allowed Sorren to live a comfortable life as a child, the family estate was quite far from any largely populated areas so the family were secluded enough to do as they pleased. Although it wasn’t too far a distance from anywhere that it was an inconvenience to go shopping or school for example.


However, despite their seclusion the Latrent’s were never not wary, his father and mother had plenty of enemies they had made over the years, along with werewolves’ natural rivalry with vampires. Sorren was the epitome of a golden child when he was younger and even after his sister, Kaname, was born when he was five – which is normally when a first born gets jealous from the lack of attention. He was friendly, diligent, caring, he had it all. The role of Alpha couldn’t be more fitting. Nobody is perfect though, as with most werewolves, Sorren struggled to control his temper at times.


One of his most prominent memories is when he activated his werewolf gene. The werewolf gene must be "triggered" by taking the life of a human, either intentionally or by accident, in order to gain access to werewolves’ enhanced physical abilities, though this comes at the cost of transforming into a wolf during every full moon. It does not matter if the kill was accidental or intentional, premeditated or out of self-defence - if a werewolf causes the death of a human in any way, their werewolf gene will be activated.


It was already a melancholic night in a dreary October, Sorren was 12 years old and his little sister was 7 years old. Everybody in the Latrent family had gathered at the home of Sorren’s grandparents. His mother was comforting his sister and other family members outside of the room where Sorren and his father sat while another lay.


“Papa…what’s going to happen to him”, the young Sorren said with a trembling voice while clutching his father’s shirt. As if the fabric could shield him from the hardships of reality. His father pulled him closer as he looked over to Sorren’s grandfather, “He’s going to a better place, where he doesn’t have to put up with you stealing from the biscuit tin”. Sorren’s father spoke with a soothing voice and a weak laugh, attempting to comfort his upset son.


Lachlan Latrent, his grandfather, had been hexed by a witch. He had tried to snake himself out of a deal he had made with her and consequently was given a fate worse than death; he would slowly lose his mind, becoming unrecognisable to those who knew him and attempting to kill without reason. The family had tried everything to cure him and remove the hex but never managed to gain the desired results. As time went on, Lachlan became increasingly insane as a result of being hexed, Sorren’s parents and grandmother had to lock him in a room and chain Lachlan up to keep him from hurting anybody who he came in contact with.


The last witch they asked for help to reverse the hex failed like all the others previous, however, he was able to put an eternal sleeping spell on him so Lachlan wouldn’t be a threat while they examined him to gain further insight. The witch came up empty handed though, the sleeping spell only made Lachlan suffer in silence so the family decided to end his pain.


Sorren continued to hug his father as he looked mournfully at the still body next to him, suddenly his father stood up and cleared his throat.


“Sorren. It’s time” he said looking down at his son as he pulled Sorren’s hands off him.


“I-I can’t!”, Sorren murmured, avoiding eye contact with his father.


“Sorren Elijah Latrent. You are to be Alpha of this pack, you have got to do this”.


“I don’t want to be Alpha…” he uttered under his breath, still avoiding his father’s eyes and shuffling slightly on his feet.


“It is an honour to be bestowed the title of Alpha, don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You’re not leaving until you do it”, Sorren’s father replied angrily as he pushed Sorren to the unmoving body of his grandfather.


Tears began to trail down his cheek as he brought up his shaking hands and placed one on the back of his grandfather’s head and the other on his chin. Sorren looked back at his father, his eyes begging him to not make him do this, but all he got in return was a stern nod. Sorren kept his quivering hands in the same position for 10 minutes before his father walked over and bent down next to him.


“Do it. This is your responsibility. You don’t want to be known as the werewolf who was too scared to activate his gene. Do you?” his father whispered maliciously.


Sorren didn’t say anything in response but tears began to cascade out of his eyes, he was about to move his hands away until his father shouted into his ear.


“Do it!”


Sorren began to violently shake his head from side to side, his weeping had become uncontrollable but his father just kept shouting “Do it!” until he broke.


Crack.


In one swift motion Sorren had broken his grandfather’s neck and put him out of his misery. But Sorren’s misery had only just begun.


A werewolf will only transform into a wolf under a full moon unless they are an evolved werewolf, the very next day was the night of the full moon and Sorren’s first transformation. The first transformation is quite slow, and so Sorren was subjected to six hours of intense, bone-breaking pain before his actual transformation.


During the transformation, Sorren’s body twisted in an unnatural manner as his bones reshaped and shifted to form a wolf’s skeleton, causing him immense physical and psychological pain. Then he grew excessive body hair and became feral. His irises turned golden-yellow, his sclera turned black, and his teeth elongated into canines before he finally transformed into his wolf shape.


A werewolf returns to their human form after a few hours, sometimes sooner, sometimes later. After the first transformation, a werewolf will experience muscle aches but the transformation experience does not last nearly as long, but it is still painful and something many werewolves come to dread.


Sorren had to endure a painful transformation every month, like every werewolf. Combined with the trauma from how he triggered his werewolf gene and his intrinsically aggressive nature, Sorren could become extremely difficult to oversee. He blamed his father for what happened to him but couldn’t stay angry with him, at least not all the time. Werewolves’ are known for their fierce loyalty to their family and friends. Plus, this was the beginning of when his father started to exhibit irrational behaviour and shifting between different states of mind. He was unpredictable. Sometimes caring, sometimes cruel, sometimes something in between.


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Sorren needed to lash out, run away, just do something to get rid of the pit of emotion that he now felt from the memory of having his werewolf gene triggered. The memory was now so fresh that he swore he could feel the agonising pain of his transformations, a feeling which he dreaded every month, a feeling he was made to feel because of his birthright.


Instead, Sorren lay, motionless. His eyes still beaming an iridescent amber. It had only just really hit him that he was going to witness all of his most prominent memories unwillingly if he didn't attempt to free himself. Sorren couldn't prepare himself for what was to come, he didn't know if struggling would be futile but he tried anyway. He made an effort to move any part of his body, mustering up any ounce of power he could but in such a vulnerable state he was only able to twitch his fingers with the smallest of movements. Sorren closed his eyes, knowing what memory would come next.


@Ms. Sparrow


((It's completely fine, you don't need to change anything))

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea didn't feel victorious. In fact, she felt the opposite. She could only feel guilty. Like she'd betrayed Sorren somehow, and she fought the urge to comfort him. Azalea tried to erase the image of Sorren watching and smirking her before she'd attached him and focused on his first prominent memory. He'd be able to feel Azalea brushing aside the less important memories, and looking into his most prominent ones. Cat slumped in a glum silence, her eyes glowing green. 


Azalea blinked as the memory ended, and she gazed down at Sorren's amber eyes, staggered at seeing the tiny naive Sorren from the memory, and at the rather cruel, firm father that Azalea assumed was only the beginning. Azalea couldn't imagine the trauma of having to kill a family member herself, and her curiosity and tinge of sympathy even grew in her, which Azalea tried to brush aside. She urged on in the memorys of Sorren. 


@Bowa


((Sorry it's so short! I'm bad at commenting xD))

 

[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Memory 2


When Sorren was 14 years old he had managed to adjust to his transformations, although he would never be comfortable with them, Sorren now could just about keep any angry outbursts leading up to the full moon under control.


Sorren would never hurt someone. He wouldn’t allow himself to and so when it got particularly bad, Sorren would chain himself up in the basement and get his best friend, Brayden, to lock it and monitor him. Spending hours down there alone as to not hurt anybody he cared about.


Sorren and Brayden had been best friends since they first could remember, they had met when the Latrent’s first moved onto the estate and were the closest things to neighbours they had. Brayden’s family lived just outside the town that was closest to the estate, Brayden often came there to explore when it had no inhabitants. The pair hit it off straight away, despite Brayden being 2 years older than him and being a human.


Their friendship forced the families to get to know each other and so consequently, they became friends also. Often going around each other’s homes for lunch, dinner, or just a casual visit. This is how Sorren met Brayden’s twin sister, Merida.


Merida was Sorren’s first real crush, even in his whole lifetime, Sorren felt like he didn’t have enough time to adore every part of her beauty that needed attention. She made his head spin. Sorren was caught a few times staring at her, failing to be subtle in his obvious admiration, much to her pleasure; she enjoyed teasing the younger teenager.


“You’re dribbling…”, Merida teased with a giggle, her blonde locks falling on her shoulders and her ocean blue eyes looking deeply into Sorren’s seemingly putting him in a trance.


“Oh-Er-I”, Sorren stumbled on his words as he scratched the back of his neck and looked at her sheepishly, he had been caught once again.


She moved past him with eloquence to where the kindling was being stored. Sorren had been asked to collect some for the bonfire that was currently happening at Brayden and Merida’s house when Merida promptly volunteered to help.


Sorren was infatuated with Merida and took any chance he could to interact with her, as his friendship with Brayden continued, his budding friendship with Merida grew. Which didn’t go unnoticed by his parents.


As the heir to the pack, Sorren was expected to marry for the benefit of the pack above all else and most preferably to another werewolf. So both of his parents weren’t pleased with his crush on Merida. As the pair returned from the shed to just outside the porch and placed down the kindling, his parents could see the look in Sorren’s eyes when he glanced over at the blonde. Although not over the moon at Sorren’s preference, his mother was prepared to put her son’s happiness before the pack. However, his father pulled him aside and spoke in a hushed voice


“I forbid you from seeing her any longer”, his father said, getting straight to the point.


“But why, what have I done?”, Sorren replied in a confused tone, unsure of what his father was getting at.


“Merida cannot possibly be a part of your future; you are to be Alpha”.


“Papa, I am 14 and she wouldn’t go for me anyway…”, Sorren said looking down at his feet, somewhat embarrassed.


“Don’t worry Sorren, you will have forgotten all about her soon”, his father said with a sudden change of tone.


With that, his father patted Sorren on the back and strolled into the nearby house where there was to be some entertainment before the bonfire began. Sorren balled his hands into fists, his father’s personality shifts were always frustrating. He needed to calm down though. He was the entertainment.


Sorren took a deep breath before he followed the group of people into Brayden’s home. They were all gathered around the pianoforte, waiting for Sorren to sit on the stool and play. His mother took any chance she could to show off her son, she was proud of him and wanted everyone else to see how accomplished he was like she did. She particularly liked to get him to play the pianoforte, something he had started and practised from a very young age and discovered he had a natural talent for.


Sorren didn’t mind playing, he enjoyed it and it soothed him whenever he was angered. His acute hearing allowed him to appreciate each note and was helpful when he was attempting to perfect a piece. Sorren’s ability to play the pianoforte was astounding, especially for his age, but it was something he loved and so his ardour to play at the highest level was unrivalled.


Sorren’s eyes flicked from person to person as he walked into the centre of the room and sat on the stool in front of the pianoforte. He scanned over the sable instrument, the light bouncing off its glossy surface. Sorren lightly grazed his fingers over the ivory natural keys and the jet black sharp and flat keys. He did this as he decided what to play. Sorren could play a variety of different pieces, over an array of difficulties but his personal favourites were: Piano Sonata No. 14, , La Campanella, Ballade No. 4, Clair de Lune, The Girl with the Flaxen Hair, and Arabesque No. 1.


After a moments contemplation, Sorren resolved he would play The Girl with the Flaxen Hair. Short but sweet. As he began, Sorren lost himself in the music, it was melodic. Silk, smooth harmonies resonated off the walls as Sorren played without error. The sounds would ring out on the piano strings and straight to the strings of your heart, pulling them along to the notes of the piece. Making you feel the emotion.


As he finished, Sorren’s eyes flashed straight to his mother. He thrived on her reaction to his playing, awestruck. Every time.


A roaring applause began from the audience and Sorren beamed, seeing the effect the music had on people was like a drug and never failed to make Sorren happy. He bowed still smiling wide and then lead everyone outside to commence with the bonfire. Brayden’s father started the fire and it instantly lit up the otherwise ebony dark night.


The flames were roaring and the heat could be felt from some distance, the smoke that rose from the bonfire looked like a demon that had risen from pitch black smoke. The fire reflected off everyone’s amazed eyes as they watched in awe, a witch was manipulating the flames to create patterns, symbols, amidst other things to entertain those present.


Sorren and Brayden did their secret handshake as they greeted each other, “That’s one hell of a bonfire”, Brayden said while using his thumb to point towards it. Sorren nodded as he let out a laugh, “It is literally like a fire from hell, I’ve never seen such a fierce one before”.


As if on cue, the fire caught onto one of the nearby trees and before long, began to rapidly spread everywhere. What started as a bonfire turned into what looked like an army of fire soldiers taking over a massive foreign forest. The fire spread as fast as a click of his fingers, right in front of his eyes.


Sorren stood there frozen for a moment as he saw glowing orange begin to engulf Brayden’s house. He shook his head and snapped back into reality. He pulled on Brayden’s arm to get him away from the growing flames but he stood firmly in place as his eyes turned glassy. “Merida!”, he shouted as a single tear dripped down his cheek. Brayden ran towards his house, almost tripping over his own feet as he legs moved instinctively before his mind thought about the decision.


“Wai-” Sorren began to call out but realised it would be fatuous. He ran into the blaze after Brayden. A veil of darkness covered him as the smoke engulfed the house. He coughed and waved a hand in front of him in as the smoke travelled down his throat and burned his eyes.


Sorren’s adrenaline carried him through the flames at a frantic pace, trying to search the rather large home for his two friends. The walls began to crumble next to him and the odd beam began to fall from the high ceilings. “Bray, Merid-”, he was cut off as tendrils of smoke swirled into his lungs as he breathed in, causing him to choke.


His eyes began to water as the intense barrage of smoke and fire continued around him. Sorren blinked rapidly as his vision began to blur. Just down the hallway he saw two figures and instantly moved quickly towards them.


“Merida, Merida, Merida”, Brayden cried as he tried to pull the large beam off the top of his sister. “Come on!”, he exclaimed between sobs as he tirelessly pulled on the beam but it didn’t budge. The house was falling to pieces around them and soon they would be nothing but ash. That didn’t seem to bother Brayden though as he sister lied unconscious next to him.


Sorren joined in the effort to save Merida, he didn’t know if he could bare to see her die. He nodded to Brayden as he placed his hands around the beam and prepared to lift it. Brayden nodded a thankful look back at Sorren with red and puffy eyes. The pair began to lift the beam, with Sorren’s help they were able to move it with relative ease. The flames had, however, began to lick at their skin. Signalling that their time was about to run out.


As Sorren and Brayden were about to pull Merida from underneath the beam, Sorren’s father had ran into the burning building and grabbed the two. Brayden hit his head on a nearby wall and passed out while Sorren stretched a hand out towards Merida as the outline of her figure faded into the distance.


Some time later, Sorren opened his heavy eyelids, not realising he had become unconscious and now lied on a patch of grass away from the blaze that now appeared to be contained. He inhaled deeply as he propped himself up on his elbows, the fresh air that surrounded him and now filled his lungs relieved him for a second. Until he remembered Merida.


“Merida?” he blurted, the name flew out of his mouth almost instinctively. He looked with desperate eyes towards his mother whom he had just noticed was knelt next to him and was stroking his forehead with her thumb.


She pressed her lips together as she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head.


Sorren leant back down on the cold grass and stared up at the dark, starry sky. How was he meant to react?


Sorren had not only just lost someone who had meant a great deal to him but someone he swore he could have saved. Instead she met a horrible fate that could have been avoided.


Sorren quickly sat up in a sitting position and gazed around. His eyes rested on his father as he got up and stormed over to him.


“She is dead because-”, Sorren began to yell as he pointed an accusatory finger but was interrupted by the back of his father’s hand.


Sorren slowly raised a hand to his cheek as his eyes shifted due to his anger. Claws began to extend from his fingers as he glared at his father.


Just then his mother pulled him into a tight embrace and soothingly whispered to him, “It’s okay, it’s okay…”. She kept repeating the words in his ear as she comfortingly stroked the back of his head. Sorren’s arms dropped to his side as he fell into his mother’s embrace, focusing on his breathing as she calmed him down.


Sorren’s mother was his world. She managed to get him through his first proper experience of grief. An extremely dark time in his life. This event permanently dented his relationship with his father, he never had proof but he had that feeling, he just knew his father was involved somehow. Although Brayden’s memory was a blur due to being knocked out, the image of Merida’s body being consumed by flames would be forever burned into his mind. It left an imprint on Sorren, he didn’t like to become close to people to the point where he cared.


He feared that they would be snatched away from him, before he had the time to cherish them.


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Sorren had pushed away that memory ever since it happened, he refused to play the piano any longer, he refused to go to any kind of bonfire or fireworks display. It hadn't paid off though, instead of avoiding any chance of remembering that night, he had been forced to live through it as if it were happening again. The hybrid had lost his anger and now just stared up at the sky, sombre and wanting to fall through the ground. The next memory was one Sorren could never forget.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea felt like she was there, like she'd been in the memories, like watching a movie before her. Cat watched Azalea and Sorren's faces curiously. Azalea lost herself in the memory. Azalea knew all about werewolves and their costumes. She'd met a few, they were a stubborn bunch, but loyal enough. 


Azalea watched with complete awe as the 14 year old Sorren played his music. It was perfect. It was almost magic, even better then the invisible orchestra from the pavilion, and Azalea wondered what it'd be like to dance to the music he played, and if he still played. 


As the memory shifted into something tragic, Azalea found herself loathing Sorren's father more and more, even though she hadn't met him, she felt like she already had. She wondered if he still walked the earth, and for a brief moment, hoped Sorren had killed him. Azalea had thought her father was bad, cold, firm and distant, until he sacrificed his life for her. But Sorren's father was worse, and Azalea clenched her jaw in anger as the 14 year old Sorren from the memories, was met with his fathers hand. 


Azalea watched Sorren's mother comfort him, and her heart ached for her own mother, Azalea jumped slightly, startled. Did Keeper still have her mothers soul? No. No he'd mention it. Azalea reassured herself. 


She gazed down at Sorren, her eyes blazing pure black. He looked...lost. He'd lost his first love, unable to save her due to a cruel father. Azalea glanced at Cat to see how she was faring. Her eyes flicked back and forth between there glowing green and normal green. 


"I can't hold him much longer. I don't do this magic. It's not natural." Cat said weakly. 


"Do you want to get your head ripped off?" Azalea snapped, the emotions from the memory's of Sorren gave a lot of conflicting emotions through her. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "Just a little longer." Azalea persisted, before turning back to gaze down at Sorren with slightly solemn eyes, and she resumed her digging through his memories. 


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[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Memory 3


The night of his transition is one Sorren will never be able to forget even if he wanted to. The Latrent family was large and always got together for any kind of special occasions, they loved to be around each other and everybody meshed, like most werewolf packs do. On this particular night, it was Kaname’s 10th birthday, she was adored by all who came across her so there were going to be myriad of people at her party; it was a day that everyone who knew the family marked on their calendar annually.


“Sorren darling”, his mother called from the top of their long bifurcated staircase. She was dressed in a midnight blue gown and her hair, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn, flowed almost effortlessly down her shoulders and back. She was just about ready for the party.


The 15 year old Sorren dragged his feet across the floor as he trudged from the grand ballroom to the foyer. Just an hour ago she had told him to practise his Tango and Waltz because Lelianna was coming to the party tonight; a girl whom his parents wanted to set him up with but he hated with a passion. Sorren was certainly not the best at dancing but he was far from the worst, his mother said learning to dance would be beneficial. Sorren hadn’t found such benefits but he did derive pleasure from dancing, particularly to any of his favourite piano pieces. Truthfully, it pleased his mother immensely whenever he danced as it reminded her of where she grew up and her childhood but she didn’t want Sorren to know she missed it.


“What?” he said sternly, tired of being pulled from one place to another just to do menial tasks. It was also coming up to the time of the month where Sorren would go through another excruciating transition, a time where his temper would become more difficult to control.


“Could you please do the patrol tonight, I have so much left to prepare and your father is keeping Kay occupied”, she said with a smile that could melt the snow of the coldest winter.


Sorren found it incredibly difficult to ever refuse his mother, it was like she was sculpted from clay, she was perfect in every aspect he could think of. No wonder she was the beloved Alpha of the pack.


“Of course…”, Sorren uttered while a weak smile formed on his face. His mother had descended the stairs and gave him a kiss on the cheek and mouthed a thank you to him as she walked off in what seemed like an always elegant fashion into one of the living rooms.


The Latrent estate covered a giant patch of land, Sorren’s parents didn’t trust any external sources to protect their home and children so took it in turns to patrol the outer perimeter of the gates. They were both extremely skilled and powerful werewolves and had the utmost trust in each other to do what was needed to defend their family.


Sorren’s mother never approved of the way his father would act when he had a sudden personality shift but when he was fine he was really fine. A great father, something thing acknowledged by many, but Sorren would constantly get the brunt of his changes of persona - often unseen by anybody else. Another reason, however, is because it would cause outrage and chaos for the Alpha of a pack to split with their chosen partner and so Sorren’s mother is forced to bear with it.


On this night, 15 year old Sorren was given the important task of covering the outer perimeter while his mother continued preparation for the party and his father made sure his sister didn’t discover her surprise. Nothing had ever happened before so they trusted Sorren to be done with the task quickly, over the whole of his 15 years of living nobody had ever dared to come near the estate uninvited.


Sorren was walking out of the front entrance and into the courtyard when he heard the scrunching of gravel and was nearly taken out by his little sister running into him, latching her arms around him to pulling him into a tight hug. “Rennnnnnnn, what did you get me for my birthday?”, she asked in a giddy tone as she released Sorren and took a step back but still looked up at him doe-eyed.


He wore the most serious face he could and in a clear, nonchalant tone said, “Nothing”, he glanced down at her to see her reaction.


She punched him in the stomach.


Sorren let out a burst of air and brought his arms to his stomach at the sudden punch and then started to laugh as she picked up her foot to step on his toes, “I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding!”, he stood up straight and tapped her gently on the nose before continuing. “You will have to wait and see what it is…”, Sorren said smiling at her as she frowned and puffed, “Not fair”. Their father rushed around the corner almost bumping into them. “There you are, come along you have to be ready to greet the guests” he said as he took her hand, nodded at Sorren and then walked away as quickly as he arrived.


Sorren had brought his sister a custom-made, short, silk red dress that she had designed for one of her dolls. He had brought a dress of her imagination to life and was going to surprise her with it later in the evening so she could wear it as her second dress of the night. Sorren loved to see happiness light up Kaname’s face and so couldn’t wait to give her the gift.


Sorren smiled to himself as he strolled out of the courtyard and down the driveway. When he exited, the front gate was the mark of when his check of the perimeter began.


Coincidence had it that this night was chosen as the night some uninvited guests would visit the estate. The attackers were a group of vampires along with the original hybrid. The group had been planning to attack the estate for a while to steal the impressive collection of witches’ grimoires that his parents had collated over their lifetime. It must have been their lucky day that young Sorren happened to be on patrol on that specific date.


After some time had passed going around the huge perimeter of the estate, he spotted the uninvited guests while on the final stretch of the check on the backside of the house, he wanted to do his parents proud and so foolishly challenged them. For a few minutes Sorren thought he was holding his own quite well, he was a werewolf of only 15 and no match for a group of older and stronger supernatural entities though. In fact, they were playing with him, toying with him like he was the starter to their main course.


When the original hybrid grew impatient, he slammed Sorren to the ground, but in a last ditch effort to guard his family, Sorren bit the strangers arm. However, instead of slowing him down it just angered him further and so he snapped young Sorren’s neck. Killing him.


When he bit the original hybrid some of his blood flowed down Sorren’s throat which caused him to wake up in transition shortly after his ‘death’.


Sorren didn’t know what he felt, the sensations coursing through him were indescribable except for one that was prominent against the mess of everything else.


Bloodlust.


He had no control over himself whatsoever, this was new to him and so he just couldn’t help himself.


Sorren sprang up and moved with inhuman speed towards his family’s estate where he could smell fresh blood. As Sorren arrived at the front gate, his best friend and human doppelgänger, Brayden, came waltzing towards him.


“Where have you been, I was just about to co-“, Brayden never finished his sentence though. As the inexperienced Sorren drained his body of blood until he flopped to the ground lifeless. Sorren’s mind was a blur, all he could think about was blood, his actions weren’t his own but that of a monster.


With the intake of human doppelgänger blood, Sorren’s transition was complete. He was now a hybrid, stronger, faster, and better than his previous form. But he still had an uncontrollable yearning for liquid life force.


The rest of the night was a massacre.


Sorren slaughtered all the group of invaders in a colossal rage except for the original hybrid who had escaped. He didn’t stop there; he couldn’t stop there.


Sorren also decimated and drained every single guest who had turned up to the party. Including his parents. The Luna Gleam pack were wiped out just like that. As a blood-hungry hybrid, they were no match for Sorren. At that moment, no humanity was present in his eyes.


It must have been a miracle that his little sister and grandmother had just been to the nearby town to collect Kaname’s cake at the time. The abundance of blood that painted the walls, floors, and Sorren was unimaginable. The plethora of bodies scattered everywhere was unimaginable. You didn’t want to imagine it.


Once he had finished and came out of his trance Sorren realised what he had done and collapsed to the ground, he didn’t cry, he didn’t shout, he just stared at his bloodied hands with a stony, emotionless face.


His eyes flicked from body to body until they landed on the motionless and empty eyes of his mother. He crawled to her until his eyes could clearly see the specks of blood that dotted her face and the tears in her gown.


“No, no, no, no…” he mumbled to himself, overwhelmed, as he knelt beside her, rocking back and forth. Sorren gently shut her eyes as he placed his forehead to hers. A lone tear fell from his glassy, emerald eyes and landed on her cold and pale skin as he twirled her soft hair between his fingers.


The young hybrid couldn’t comprehend the damage and pain he had caused because he lacked the power to control himself. Sorren couldn’t remember how long he stayed like that but was brought back to reality by the hysterical screaming of his little sister.


For a long time, Kaname despised Sorren like most others who knew about the incident, he was a ruthless, murderous beast with no soul to them. His grandmother who had taken the siblings in seemed to be the only one who showed love and understanding to Sorren, she understood it wasn’t his fault even if he blamed himself as well; when Sorren first turned into a hybrid his humanity was turned off, what was left was an insatiable brute.


Eventually, Sorren trained himself, mastered his abilities and the art of feeding, it wasn’t necessary to kill to feed and so his sister began to see her older brother again. Kaname began to fathom that he wasn’t a monster, it wasn’t his fault. And so, step by step, slowly brought herself to forgive him. It was one of the happiest moments of Sorren’s life.


Between the time of the incident and Sorren starting at Mrs Evans’ School for the Gifted, Sorren managed to live a semi-normal life. He accepted his hybrid side of himself and began to see the benefits of such a form. Sorren discerned that being a hybrid didn’t mean he had to be a monster, he promised himself and his sister that he would never let it take over him again.


And so began the watch of Sorren’s eternal barriers, never letting anyone too close and being constantly suspicious of those that surrounded him. Out of fear that they would release what was locked deep within.


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That was it. The memory in which changed Sorren both mentally and physically forever, he had just relived. Everything had come rushing forward, the emotion, the thoughts, the faces. It all was now at the forefront of Sorren's mind, he couldn't stop himself back then and he couldn't stop himself from reliving it now. He felt vulnerable and he hated every second of it.


Anger was almost threatening to burst out of him, he glanced between Cat and Azalea, the spell beginning to weaken. His eyes burned with rage, he couldn't help feeling this way, the pair had practically forced him to feel this way. His strength had slowly began to return and he noticeably moved his legs and his claws started to dig into the ground. Sorren's veins pulsed, he was definitely not in a good mood. In an attempt to instantly suppress his feelings, his emotions all now channelled into one thing. Anger.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea flew back from Sorren, dropping his head from her lap, her eyes faded back to their normal brown, and Cat struggles to keep the spell going. Azalea looked stricken, her face a mix of shock, grief and anger. Azalea didn't understand the bloodlust of vampires, and therefore never could. Azalea could see the memory clearly in her mind. The bodies, the blood, Sorren crying over his mother. Azalea stared down at Sorren, who looked enraged. She understood now. Why Sorren was who he was. Both of them similar in so many ways. Changed over the most horrific events. 


The pain hit Azalea like a cannon ball as she looked at Sorren, she felt like she knew them. Sorren's family. Dead. Cat shook Azalea's shoulders, snapping her to attention. Cat's eyes no longer glowed, and Azalea glanced at Sorren to see his legs move. 


Both girls quickly stood, Sorren was enraged, and Azalea knew not even she could calm him down. But she did know one thing. All emotions come down to one thing with vampires. Hunger. 


"Go go go!" Azalea said quickly, turning and pulling Cat into the trees and both girls took off toward the school at a mad sprint through the forest back towards the school, they both knew it wouldn't be long till Sorren would be up, and Azalea didn't want to be in the woods with an enraged Sorren. 


Azalea grabbed Cat's arm and pulled her back to a stop, Cat looked at her, alarmed and angry at being stopped. 


"Go the short way, I'll go the long way." Azalea stated. There were two main pathways into the woods. The short way was easier and faster to navigate. While the long way was hidden, shaded, and covered in wilds. 


"What?! Why would you do that?" Cat cried, alarmed. 


"It'll be harder for him to follow if we split up." Azalea said matter of factly. "He likes you more then me anyway. I mean, I practically made him relive his past. He'll think we both went on the short path and- oh bloody hell, just go!" Azalea yelled. Cat nodded and ran off left, unto the short path.


Azalea split off right, dunking under some branches before sprinting off in the direction of the school. 


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[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Sorren's head fell to the ground as Azalea jerked backwards, he managed to lean up, the spell's strength deteriorating by the second while his built. Sorren eyes watched Cat and Azalea intently, feeling and control seeping back into his limbs while his anger still potently lingered. The hybrid couldn't be calmed now, he needed blood. To satisfy his hunger he needed blood, a blood-starved hybrid is not good for anyone.


Sorren slowly rose to his feet as he saw the pair run off into the woods, he stumbled a bit, readjusting to being able to move again. His blindingly bright eyes darted in the direction that they ran. At this very moment, Sorren didn't see or hear Azalea or Cat, he saw and heard the entities that were just storing a supply of fresh blood. Sorren was after them in an instant, their pace was simply no match for his enhanced speed - if they hadn't split up, both would have been dead already.


At the crossroads of the two pathways to the school, Sorren paused, closed his eyes, and inhaled a deep breath through his nose. He took in the scents and managed to distinguish Cat's and Azalea's. Sorren was able to tell with ease that Cat went left and Azalea went right. Azalea was the one he wanted, he didn't need a moment of contemplation, he breezed down the right pathway with his acute sense of smell leading him exactly to his target.


The foliage hindered Sorren's ability to see anything at a distance but that wasn't much of an obstacle for a physically and mentally enhanced hybrid. He was in front of Azalea in no time at all, blocking her from moving any further, she had no chance of out running him. His eyes bore into her vehemently, he gripped her shoulders tightly; not aware of how much force he was exerting. Sorren pressed his claws into her skin, wanting to end her existence then and there...but he couldn't. He hesitated.


All he had to do was sink his fangs into her throat or move his hands to her neck and snap it but something in Sorren made him resist that urge. If he killed Azalea, wouldn't that be turning into the monster he had tried so hard to lock away, wouldn't that be breaking the promise he made to Kaname?


Sorren withdrew his hands from Azalea, relieving the pressure he had applied to her, he stared into her eyes for five seconds. His willpower almost breaking but he pushed her in the direction of the school and turned away. "Leave", he snarled through gritted teeth before simply standing still on the spot. If he tried to feed on anybody in this state he would lose control and feed upon multiple unsuspecting people to the point of draining them completely. Therefore, he currently had no better options than to stand and contemplate over the situation. He would have considered asking Azalea to allow him to feed on her but it was too risky. Plus, he was too stubborn to ask her for help, Sorren thought asking Azalea for anything was a loss now.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea jumped and dunked under branches and thorns poking and snagging at her clothing, she weaved herself between trees, by now, Cat would have gotten back. Azalea turned around another tree, still sprinting at full speed, a flurry of earthly greens rushing past her in a blur.  Azalea glanced behind her to see if she was being followed, she stumbled over a rock and turned back around-


And nearly slammed right into Sorren. 


Azalea let a surprised gasp, stopping just in front of Sorren, close enough to where she felt his warmth, and was met with his anger bright amber eyes that seemed to see right through her. Azalea stumbled backwards, taking a step, but a step was all she got as he gripped her shoulder in a vice like grip so tightly that Azalea drew in a sharp breath to keep from crying out, she attempted to pull away until she felt his claws dig into her skin, just enough to draw only the slightest bit of blood, Azalea choked. 


So much for a power struggle. Azalea thought to herself. She thought for sure she was a goner, he'd snap her head and everything she'd done to try and survive would be useless. 


But just like that, he let her go, and gave her a slight shove in the direction of the school. He told her to leave, and she would have happily obliged if her logical side didn't play in her head. 


Keeper seemed to know everything, had eyes all over the school. If Azalea returned without Sorren, he'd investigate. In other words, he'd try to seek any weakness from Sorren. Something Azalea couldn't allow. 


"Feed from me." Azalea blurted without thought. But it seemed to be the only option. She couldn't let him wander on the campus bloodthirsty, an opportunity Keeper would surely play at. Azalea stared at his back, impatiently awaiting his response. She was determined to make him feed from her, although he didn't seem too far away from doing so. Not that she wanted to be fed from. She didn't want Sorren anywhere near her blood, but she couldn't let Keeper see a weakness in Sorren. He'd already seen her weakness, and played at it everyday. Her only weakness even Azalea couldn't bury. 


Love. 


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[Bowa]

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~Sorren Latrent~
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Sorren stood for a second, contemplating over how he was going to handle the situation. The thought of his sister was willing him to pull through, to find a way, any way to get his hunger under control. Then seemingly out of nowhere, Sorren swore he heard Azalea tell him to feed from her. At first, he thought it was his imagination until he looked over his shoulder and saw that Azalea was still standing in the forest.


The hybrid turned to face her, rolling his still glowing eyes, “I told you to leave”, Sorren began before narrowing his eyes and gazing directly into Azalea's. He was attempting to read if her offering such a thing was a cruel joke to revel in her 'victory' or if Azalea was asking for a death wish. Azalea had seemingly just offered Sorren a genuine lifeline. He took a step forward, continuing to inspect her face and body language. "...Are you sure?", Sorren uttered in a serious tone - he hated feeling in such a way in which he felt at that moment.


Sorren was containing himself for now, with all the willpower he could muster, but that wouldn’t last very long in his current frame of mind. A thought ran through his head. What if I can't stop? Despite everything that had happened and how much he so desired to despise the whisper he just couldn’t, thus he couldn't be the reason she died. He would find a different way somehow. Sorren was the type of person to set his mind to something and was incredibly difficult to deter.


Sorren’s keen sense of smell then picked up the scent of fresh blood, his eyes scanned the area and rested upon Azalea’s shoulder where the tiniest droplets of blood seeped from her skin. One of his feet instinctively moved forward, to advance towards the blood but he promptly stopped himself; the pull of his bloodlust was so intense that the slightest bit of blood from an open wound attracted his attention.


All he wanted to do at that moment was run away, vanish forever so he didn't have to rely on Azalea, so he didn't have to risk hurting or evening murdering someone whom he had a deep affection for. Azalea practically held Sorren's future in her hands. Each choice had the possibility of ending horrendously. He kept eye contact with her, his amber gaze conveying the magnitude of how such a decision could end.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea searched his face with intensity, wanting to wilt under his piercing stare and amber eyes. She watched his emotions play out on his face, the doubt, uncertainty, emotion. Azalea grimaced and looked away as his eyes narrowed on her, twisting one of her dark locks, still damp from the river, not wanting to meet Sorren's gaze. It was hard to believe someone like him had nearly killed all his family members, but then again, yesterday was a reminder. As was now. 


"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be putting my life on the line." Azalea snapped, an edge to her tone. She was confident he wouldn't kill her. Although the logical part of her screamed danger, a part of her deep down, knew he felt something for her too. 


Azalea could feel his eyes on her, and she didn't dare meet it. This was a poke at her pride to do this. She wouldn't dare tell him why she was doing this, that she felt something for him? Pah. She'd never say such things. It wasn't true. She didn't love him. 


Liar. 


 Maybe he wasn't smart enough to figure out why she was doing this, that she felt something for him. Although she doubted it, he seemed to know everything, it deeply frustrated her. 


Azalea flinched as he took a step closer, but held her ground. Azalea fought to keep control over the one person she couldn't. She'd never met someone to play games and challenge her in a way none dared oppose. Whispers were powerful, deadly, and beautiful beings, but we're known to be cold, the reasoning for her fathers behavior. It was custom for Whisper to be raised with cold parents and harsh rules to ensure they'd be just as threatening and scary when they grow older, to maintain the Whisper reputation. Azalea's mother had other ideas however, and her father was too in love to object, although when she died he certainly acquired such customs. 


But now, Sorren challenged her in ways Azalea had never been challenged before, and Azalea fought to regain some upper footing over him, after all, she'd never delt with someone as strong as him, except for Keeper. 


Azalea continued twisting a dark strand of her hair to distract herself from his gaze. "Yes, Sorren. I am serious. But..." Azalea drawled with a lengthy pause, her mouth curving up into a smirk. "I guess you could just rip apart the school if you don't want to take me up on the offer. " Azalea said bemusedly and nonchalantly as if she didn't take it seriously, which she really quite did, but she wouldn't let him see that. She could feel her rapid heartbeat nearly burst out of her chest as she said it and she was positive he could hear it too. She didn't exactly want to but it had to be done. Azalea turned on the heels of her foot slowly, turning her back to him in a rather teasing manner, as if to leave, challenging him, even if he was a blood-lusting hybrid at the moment. This was normal for Azalea's behavior. Azalea wrapped every guy under her spell, wether to use him, toy with him, or sacrifice him for her own gain or survival, except Sorren was one she actually liked and wanted to keep. 


For once since her families death, Azalea was doing something selfless. She hated it. Here she was trying to be emotionless, and was completely succeeding until Sorren decided to show up and ruin things. Now Azalea didn't know how to act. One part told her to flee, to run away so she could never stare into his eyes again and another part wanted to get lost in his emerald eyes. 


Damnit. 


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~Sorren Latrent~
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The thoughts, the doubts, the hopes, that whizzed through Sorren’s head perplexed him. He rarely felt such extremes of emotion and so he wasn’t familiar with how to act in such a situation. Normally, Sorren was prepared and ready for anything that was thrown at him but for once he wasn’t so sure, his nightmarish memories threw Sorren off-guard.


The hybrid’s gaze didn’t drift from Azalea, he wasn’t going to take such a scenario lightly. She snapped at him and Sorren scowled but didn’t say anything in response, his eyes just seeming to gleam brighter. Of course, Sorren considered coming out with a retort, but what was he supposed to say that didn’t make him seem like he was being sentimental? Sorren hated being sentimental.


Sorren tilted his head slightly sideward as he continued to stare at Azalea, observing her every movement, she wouldn’t hold eye contact with him; deep down that only made him more worried as to if he were going to fatally harm her but it also made him more curious as to why she would do such a thing when so obviously against it.


Sorren could tell Azalea felt something for him but he would never guess it was love. He was extremely perceptive but she had saw his past, and so even if Sorren thought that Azalea loved him even the tiniest bit he would mentally deny it – he didn’t want her getting close to him, getting close to Sorren had proved to be a terrible idea and Sorren couldn’t risk Azalea. Even if he desperately desired her touch like it was the last thing he would ever feel.


After watching her flinch, Sorren took another small step closer to Azalea, observing her twirling a strand of her hair as she began to speak and a smirk forming on her face. Sorren raised an eyebrow, intrigued, almost hanging on the end of her words. Sorren’s mind drifted to the thought of ruining countless lives, cutting them short because he lacked the power to control himself, because he was too stubborn to accept help.


Sorren bit his lip and took a brief moment to glance over Azalea and take her in. He couldn’t wait any longer. He rushed forward, pressing his body against hers from behind, wrapping his right arm around her waist to pull Azalea closer; feeling the warmth of her body against his bare chest. Sorren used his left hand to sweep her dark locks around to her left shoulder, revealing her neck. Sorren then leaned in close to Azalea’s ear, for a second, he just let out a warm breath before whispering in a deep, alluring tone: “I think I’ll just have you instead”.


With that, Sorren teasingly moved his left hand up Azalea’s left arm until reaching the top of her neck, he turned it gently to open up space for him to feed from. Sorren moved his head down from her ear to Azalea’s neck, he looked at the skin on her throat for a second before sinking his fangs into her neck. Sorren bit down a bit to positon his fangs properly before he sucked Azalea’s blood, he kept his left hand on her neck to stop her head from moving while his right hand was still gripped around her waist.


His eyes rolled in ecstasy from the taste of Azalea’s blood, the refreshment in which it provided. Sorren stood and took in Azalea’s blood for ten seconds, to satiate his hunger and to savour being so close to her. After the ten seconds had passed, Sorren withdrew his fangs from Azalea’s throat and retracted them though he lingered in the same position for a moment, almost falling to his lust for the whisper and planting kisses down her neck or leaving her with a love bite. Sorren’s eyes returned to their emerald green and he managed to sheathe his claws, he remained close to Azalea, unable to pull himself away from her just yet.


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 ~Azalea Silver~
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Azalea had expected Sorren to break of course. What she didn't expect was how. Azalea had expected some meek, guilty reaction from him, giving Azalea some sort of power over him, instead she was greeted with the opposite. 


Quick. Strong. Tight. Azalea didn't have enough time to react until she felt the heat of Sorren's defined chest against her back, his arm wrapped around her tiny waist, pressing her directly against his bare, toned chest. Azalea let out a hiss of breath. "Sorren." Azalea hissed in warning. He certainly knew how to push her. Azalea could feel her own heartbeat, thumping against her chest ready to burst. 


Azalea felt the light weight of her dark hair slide over to left shoulder and mentally swore. She'd forgotten her jacket and phone on the beach, and was only left in a a stupid, black tank top, exposing her neck to Sorren. Azalea cringed as Sorren let out a warm breath in her ear and whispered to her in such a way, Azalea could have melted, although the way they were worded made Azalea want to punch him in his seemingly perfect face. The way he skillfully twisted out of her own attempts for power over him and twisted it on her, challenged Azalea. It frustrated her. 


Azalea flinched as he teasingly moved a finger up her arm. He drove her nuts, which for some reason only made Azalea want him more, her hate of being touched seemed to completely fade away at that moment, and Azalea found herself enjoying how close they were at that moment.  


Her entire body tensed, and her heartbeat sped as he gently turned her head and opened space for him to bite, she felt his hungry eyes on her neck before her neck exploded with pain as Sorren sank his teeth into her neck.  Azalea let out a sharp, soft cry. If not from him keeping her from moving, Azalea would have most likely jerked away, and she attempted to arch her back away from him in an attempt to writhe away from him from just pure instinct. 


To her shock, the pain quickly diminished, replaced by a rather pleasurable feeling. She relaxed against him as she felt herself weakening, taken aback by the lack of pain, and the fact it actually felt good. Azalea could feel her strength diminishing, weakening as Sorren drained her of her life force. All too quickly for Azalea, Sorren slid his fangs from her neck, she could feel him linger for a moment and she wondered why. As his claws retracted, Azalea sighed in relief and knew he was back to his normal self. But he did not move after that. Azalea was still tightly pressed against him, and she found herself leaning on him, half for support and the other half to be as close to him as possible. 


"Sorren Latrent," Azalea breathed out, breathless. She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath.  "Just when am I going to stop having to help you?" Azalea mused, joking with a sly grin curving her mouth. 


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~Sorren Latrent~
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The moment had passed all too quickly for Sorren, he licked his lips remembering the sensations he experienced as Azalea’s liquid life force flowed down his throat. Above all, however, he didn’t outwardly show it but the action brought Sorren joy. Every time he would interact with Azalea, her merciless teasing, her picturesque body, her sultry voice, even her cute laugh, all built up desire in Sorren; the situation was rather perfect, he managed to get an intimate moment with Azalea without actually revealing he so desperately wanted one in the first place.


A wave of euphoria came over Sorren when she leaned against him, liking the feeling of her warmth, their bodies as close as possible. His lust for the Whisper getting a slight bit of release at their contact, Sorren absently let out a groan, too absorbed in the moment to realise he had. He moved his hands so both rested around her waist.


Nevertheless, Sorren would not allow himself to succumb to his yearning for Azalea. Despite perhaps showing her his craving for her through his subconscious groan, he almost viewed the interaction between them as another game. Not that he took his feelings for Azalea as a joke but Sorren didn’t want to be the first one to fall to the craving of the other. He wanted Azalea to have pent up so much desire for him that she cannot hold back making a move, while he remained on the edge but never quite giving in – just another way for him to exhibit how in control he was.


Sorren couldn’t help but smirk as Azalea spoke, breathless, while maintaining his close proximity to her. He knew she was trying to play it out as if she had the control, that it was her making the moves but Sorren would make her see otherwise. Sorren hoped she wouldn’t catch onto his little ‘challenge’ and decided he would amp up the ruthless teasing, before she made him snap herself which wouldn’t be too difficult. Sorren was practically aching to connect their lips.


Once again, Sorren lifted his head to Azalea’s ear, he resisted the temptation to nibble on it and instead leaned in so close that she could feel his every breath. “Well Miss Silvers…”, Sorren began in a husky voice. “I’ll give you a schedule of whenever I want you at my beck and call”, every few words his lips would brush lightly against her ear. Sorren knew she would hate the way he once again spun the situation onto her but he loved that it elicited such a reaction. As he spoke, Sorren ever so subtly edged his fingers under the hem of her tank top onto her stomach, not moving his fingers but just having them in contact with her silky skin.


Teasing Azalea wasn’t doing his ability to resist her any good but he couldn’t not do it. He wanted to frustrate her by conveying he pulled the strings despite her efforts to make it not so. “I hope you’re ready for our dance later...and losing our bet”. Sorren pressed into Azalea a bit more, if that was even possible, “You'll have to do anything I want you to”. The hybrid grinned mischievously, his voice slow and deep. Azalea agreed to do an undeniable favour if she lost, he wanted to rub in just what he could do with such an acquisition, playing into her stubbornness and inability to accept losing.




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 ~Azalea Silver~
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Azalea was conflicted to say the least, but one thing was for sure. He was driving her crazy. Azalea had never lusted for someone so much in her life. Maybe it was his piercing green eyes, his perfect face, or the way he pushed her in all the wrong but perfectly right ways, or his teasing, and the lack of fear others had of her, but she was crazy for him. Nonetheless, Azalea would not let herself give into her lust. Even though she was on the brink of doing so. The closeness drove her insane, his defined, firm chest pressed right against her. 


Azalea hadn't even realized she was leaning against him, still recovering from the amazing sensation of being drained, and deep down Azalea wished he would do it again. Azalea didn't fail to miss his audible groan, and a smirk crept unto her lips, her eyes lit with triumph. She was pulling the strings. However, Azalea let out a tiny, barely audible small gasp as his hands moved to her waist, and slightly scowled before retaining her smirk, she swore he was almost doing this to her intentionally. 


She had to pull the strings. Azalea always pulled the strings and she felt like it was a tug-a-war for control. She always won her games. She simply refused to lose to him. She was going to make him break before he did, which he was very close to doing. 


Azalea bit her lip in a seductive manner and to keep herself from sighing or pressing her lips to his as he whispered directly into her ear, each breath hitting her skin, and Azalea nearly shuddered each time his lips brushed her ear, and Azalea slightly arched her back each time. He simply drove her further and further, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. Azalea let out something of a sigh/gasp as his hands slid under her shirt, and resting on her soft flat stomach, arching her back away from him for a moment before pressing back into him, back to feeling the warmth of his chest against her. It wasn't just the way he subtly moved on her, it was his voice, his tone. Azalea could've melted, his choice of words as he turned and began pulling the strings. Azalea couldn't allow it. 


"And what," Azalea began in a sultry voice, leaning her head back against his shoulder so her eyes gazed into his own. "Makes you think I'll follow you're 'schedule'?" Azalea said with her familiar smirk, trailing one finger slowly down his chest, starting from  his collarbone in a teasing manner. 


Azalea let out a low, seductive laugh. "Mr. Latrent," Azalea began in her sultry purr, seductively low. Her face so close to his own, her lips nearly touching his as she continued to trail her finger lower and lower. "You'd be a fool to think you could win." she purred as her face inched loser, standing on her tiptoes to be nearly eye level with him. "You of all people, should know that I always get what I want." Azalea said seductively low, and just when her lips ever so slightly brushed his, she pressed a finger to his lips, as though to shush him. Azalea laughed her laugh and with, Azalea attempted to slip out of his grasp, his closeness to her nearly driving her to actually kissing him, it took everything she had to stop herself from doing so, as she attempted to regain control over him again. 


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~Sorren Latrent~
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Sorren felt like this moment with Azalea could last forever and he would be satisfied, for once in quite a while he experienced contentment, just by the presence of a single person. The most prominent emotion coursing through Sorren, however, was lust. His eyes seemingly glowed with lust, he wanted her, he wanted to adore each and every part of her; if she wanted to she could easily have Sorren wrapped around her little finger, that was if he showed her just how much power she had over him. His feelings and desire for Azalea meant she would always have some power over Sorren even if he tried to mask it or deny it.


The hybrid heard and felt each of Azalea's reactions to his advancements, from her minute gasp to each time she arched her back. Every reaction built up Sorren's desire for Azalea another notch, he didn't know how much more he could take. Sorren grunted upon hearing her luscious tone and her leaning her head on his shoulder, looking into his eyes. Sorren held eye contact with her, not wanting to show any sign of weakness by avoiding her gaze but also because he simply loved her eyes. Azalea started to teasingly trail a finger down his chest and he bit his lip, she certainly knew how to play him like a fiddle.


To give in now though wasn't Sorren's style, so he mustered up all the willpower he could manage and slowly raised his hands up her smooth, flat stomach, resting in the middle of it. He lightly traced a finger over her skin, edging his fingers upwards ever so slightly every once in a while but never actually moving them all the way up, teasing. "I've been known to be very good at...persuasion", Sorren replied in a suggestive, deep voice.


Azalea continued to trail her finger down his chest and it was driving Sorren crazy, he tried not to focus on it but couldn't draw his attention away. Added onto that, was the fact that Azalea was inching closer and closer to his lips, making sure to take her sweet time, it was tantalising. As she reached almost eye level with Sorren and spoke, her lips just lightly brushed his own, Sorren couldn't take it anymore and was about to finally taste her tender lips until she pressed a finger to his lips. Sorren let out the tiniest groan of frustration at being denied the ability to fulfil his desire. And then she laughed. In that moment he was hers, she could of had him at her feet.


Then she attempted to slip away from his grasp and he had to let her, he couldn't bare to be close to her for another second unless he wanted to succumb to his lust. Sorren casually stepped back, he already missed the feeling of having Azalea in his arms and the warmth she provided when pressed to his skin. He desperately wanted to embrace her again but was too stubborn to, he despised losing. Sorren placed his hands in his pockets, trying to regain his composure and appear calm. "And you should know that I take what I want", he said in a velvety voice, continuing to gaze into her eyes with his own gleaming emerald ones.


Sorren then took a couple of steps in the direction of the school before glancing over his shoulder at Azalea, waiting for her to follow. He quickly checked his phone that luckily hadn't been damaged by the water, it was now lunchtime, Sorren hadn't realised how much time had passed while he had been out here with Azalea. He suddenly remembered that Azalea had left her jacket and phone by the river and so without another word, Sorren had disappeared from sight in a second. The hybrid returned a couple seconds later holding the jacket and phone in his hands, dangling them in front of Azalea with a grin.


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She couldn't take it. She'd never felt better. In fact, she wanted to stay there forever. Just her and Sorren. Surrounded by the lush trees and bushes that sunlight streamed through, and the looming school building ahead of Azalea. But she could only feel lust. All dogs could think about was his fingers at the hem of her tanktop, or his small reactions like a groan or grunt to her teasing. The way he challenged her, and would always have some power over her, wether she liked it or not. She wanted him. All of him. She wanted to see those green eyes that seemed to stare right into her, to feel his arms on her, to lock her lips with his. Everything. 


Azalea shuddered as his hand moved up her tanktop, resting on the middle of her stomach, his fingers so slightly going up, but never going up all the way. He was teasing her again.  Azalea couldn't stop herself from slightly arching her back in reaction. She bit her lip but the audible sigh released her anyway, halfway from relief at being closer, and the other half from frustration of him not moving upwards. His suggestive voice melted her, and at that moment, she was his. Her mind clouded with lust, she could've done just about anything. 


So Azalea was relieved when payback hit, and she was trailing a finger down his chest, she watched his face for a reaction while doing so, her eyes lit in triumph. Watching him unable to keep focus as she pushed him further and further with her merciless teasing. As she pulled away from nearly kissing him, his reaction gave her certain victory in Azalea's eyes. But she desperately wished she hadn't as well, her desire to lock her lips with his was intoxicating, and Azalea was relieved he'd allowed her to slip his grasp, or she would've most certainly given in. 


Azalea took a couple steps so she was more then an arms length, when she turned back to him, using all the strength she could muster to not stare at his chest. She already felt cold without his hands on her, or the warmth of his body. In Azalea's mind, she had won this round. 


Azalea watched him, amused as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and appeared to try to regain himself, she looked him up and down in a teasing fashion until he spoke again, in a velvety voice. His choice of wording made Azalea want to challenge him more, to show him she took and was not taken. But as his piercing gaze met hers, Azalea wilted, and was the first to break the stare. 


Azalea followed as he took a few steps to head for the school, but suddenly, in a blink of an eye, he was gone, Azalea was startled, as she looked around, he was nowhere to be seen. A couple seconds passed, and just as he had dissapeared, he was right there, in front of her. Dangling her phone and jacket in front of her. Azalea jumped back slightly, startled and awed. 


"How heroic of you." Azalea said sarcastically with a smirk, her eyes still gleamed with triumph over her successes that day, and she wondered if he'd let it slide. Azalea snapped both her hands out, outstreching her arms slightly to grab her phone and jacket. 


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