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Shoot! (SnowFeather, Lioness075)

Snowfeather

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Feather stood on her balcony, leaning with her arms on the railing. She heard her phone buzz and picked it up. "Yes.... Another target?.... Hmm.... Mhm.... It would be my pleasure.." She hung up. She put it back in her pocket and smirked as she walked back inside.


She walked into her room and changed into her normal outfit, then walked down stairs. She lives in quite a grand mansion in the middle of the woods with her brother, but he was never home. Didn't bother her, he was just a stick in the mud. She walked out of the house and didn't bother locking the door, appearing in town square a second later.





 
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Tucker casually was leaning against a wall, just outside of the town's local bar. He blew out some smoke from the cigarette he was smoking and then watched the smoke as he manipulated it into the figure of a wolf that let out a quiet howl before letting it dissipate with a slight grin. His deep green eyes then flitted over the square as he looked over the various townspeople. He'd lived here for nearly twenty years and so he knew everyone who lived here, except for her. His eyes locked on a female, a teen by the looks of it even though she was very tall, and he wondered what she was doing in town. Most teens who showed up were on a road trip of sorts and were just passing through, so Tucker safely assumed that the female was doing the same thing. Tucker was dressed in his usual attire, his white hair showing in the front where his beanie didn't cover his head.

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Feather walked around, smiling at every other person who passed her by. Not much was known about her, but people knew to respect her. She glanced over her shoulder to see some guy staring at her, and smirked. She recognized her target by his scent, but decided to leave it for now. She continued walking and entered a grill, the bell ringing as she entered. She walked over and sat down at the bar, ordering a shot.
 
Tucker grinned slightly when the stranger saw him staring at her. Watching her enter the grill, Tucker wasted no time in grounding out his cigarette and then ambling over and entering the grill as well. He walked straight towards the girl, taking a seat beside her and saying to the bartender, "Joe, make it two shots and put it all on my tab." Joe nodded at Tucker and then brought two shot glasses over before filling both of them and then leaving the bottle for the two. Tucker downed his shot and then said to the stranger with a flirty smile, "What's someone as young as you doing out here all on your own?"
 
Feather smirked, staring down at her shot. She downed it and then glanced over at him. "And I would tell you that because?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned an arm on the counter. She let her gaze travel around the grill, taking in the sounds. She then returned her gaze to the man and she smiled, her brown eyes shining.
 
Tucker matched the stranger's eyebrow raise as he asked her, "Why so defensive, miss? It's merely called a conversation." He took in the sight of this stranger, noting that she was certainly an attractive lass, but she had this overlapping mysterious aura about her and he could tell instantly that she had many secrets about her.
 
Feather smirked. She spun over so she was facing him directly. "Firstly, don't call me miss. Secondly, I'm not the best at 'conversations'." She said, rolling her eyes. She downed another shot and sighed. "But, try me." She said as she glanced over at him, smiling. "The reason I come here is the reason why I go anywhere, to have fun.." She shrugged and looked into his eyes, looking down at her empty glass a second later.
 
Tucker chuckled, finding the stranger's bluntness and obviously defensive manner to be amusing. He could tell by her height alone though that she wasn't just any ordinary human. While she certainly didn't have the pointed ears to be elven, she was something else for sure. Grabbing the bottle and filling the stranger's glass before refilling his own, Tucker then said, "All right, well, what shall I call you then?" If she wasn't great at conversations, then the very least she could do was answer a few of Tucker's basic questions.
 
Feather smirked and glanced down at her glass before downing it. She shook her head and looked over at the man. "Well, normally I wouldn't tell you, seeming I just met you. But you're cute, so why not?" She said, laughing inwardly. It was all going according to plan. "I'm Feather." She said, batting her eyelashes as she glanced over at a guy sitting in a booth, staring at her.
 
Tucker grinned at Feather and said, "Nice to meet you, Feather. My name's Tucker." He gently took Feather's hand, really hoping she didn't try to attack him or something considering how defensive she was, and then lightly kissed her on the back of her hand. He glanced up at her and smiled again, and then quickly released her hand before downing his glass as well.
 
Feather laughed. "Tucker. Nice." She said, smirking. She turned her head as the bell rung and saw her friend entering. "Hey Tyler!" She called. He smiled as he saw her and walked over to the two, slightly glaring at Tucker. He sat down on the opposite side of Feather and smiled. "Sup?" He asked her as he ran a hand through his hair. "Oh nothing really. I met Tucker though, great start to the day." She said as she motioned for Tucker. "Tucker Tyler, Tyler Tucker." She introduced them, glancing over at Tucker and causing her to miss Tyler glaring at Tucker.
 
Tucker chuckled, already feeling the hostility and, was that jealousy? Holding out his hand towards Tyler, Tucker said with a smile, "The pleasure is all mine, Tyler." Tucker was instantly curious as to if the two were together, but he'd seen his fair share of people claiming to just be friends to know better than to ask and potentially make things awkward between the group.
 
Feather smiled as Tyler shook Tucker's hand. She heard someone call her name. "Be right back." She said before getting up and walking over to her friend. Tyler glared at Tucker. "Tucker huh? Well as you know, I'm Tyler. And Feather, is my future girlfriend, so leave off her, understand?" He snapped at Tucker, grabbing his collar and then letting go. His smile returned when Feather glanced back at them, but then walked over to one of the pool tables.
 
Tucker continued smiling warmly at Tyler, even when he grabbed his collar and got in his face. Holding his hands up in a defensive manner, Tucker said softly, " Don't worry, man. I'm not about to take your girl or anything. Simply getting to know the newcomer is all." He glanced over at Feather, his curiosity still strongly spiked about her. Who was she and how did she already know people here? Tucker knew everyone around here, well most everyone, and he'd never even met any of Feather's friends. Where'd all these new guys come from?
 
Tyler huffed and walked off, just in time for Feather to approach him. He said something to her and she slapped his cheek, making her way over to Tucker. "Excuse him." She said as she sat down next to him, smirking. "He's overprotective since he's my brother's best friend." She explained, rolling her eyes.
 
Tucker chuckled, finding Feather's response to Tyler highly amusing. He flashed Feather another one of his grins before saying, "Not a problem, it happens." He watched Tyler leave and then added, "So, Feather, what's a lovely lass like you doing in this town? It's not exactly a one way kind of destination. Most people come here for a short time and then leave."
 
Feather laughed for a bit before smirking. "Oh I've lived here for over 18 years." She said as she downed her drink. She then smirked. "Let me explain. I'm Feather Salvatore." She said, raising her eyebrows. "My family took part in the founding of this town, so I guess I've made myself at home here." She continued. Truth be told, they don't grow vervain here anymore.. She thought to herself, she'd seen to that herself 145 years ago. "But I've been gone for some time, so I understand your confusion."
 
Tucker raised an eyebrow at this, knowing the family. He'd never recalled any of them mentioning a daughter though. Feather instantly was on Tucker's suspicious radar. Continuing to smile though, Tucker said, "Ah, well, it's nice to see you've returned, Feather. I'm sure your family has sorely missed your company." Tucker then refilled his glass again and downed the shot before refilling Feather's glass as well.
 
Feather smirked at the mention of her family and downed her shot after he'd filled it. "Yeah." She muttered. She rose from her seat. "Well I ought to leave, care to join me?" She asked as she started walking towards the door. It'd be the perfect moment to strike.. She thought to herself and she smirked.
 
Tucker frowned at Feather's abrupt end to their drinking and casually refilled his drink before holding it up and saying, "Sorry lass, but I never leave without finishing my bottle. You seem like you're in a rush to be somewhere though, so don't let me hold you back from being on your way." He then downed his glass before putting it down and refilling it again. He waited a moment for Feather's response, not wanting to be in the middle of drinking when she spoke to him and then expected a response.
 
Feather sighed inwardly but smiled. "Well then, I'll see you around." She said. A guy passed in front of her and once he was out of her way, she was gone, vanished.
 
Tucker blinked at Feather's sudden vanishing and frowned, knowing something was off about her. Turning inwards to the bar, Tucker continued to drink in silence, knowing that he might've met someone who meant harm to someone in the town. It wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened. He'd had to protect citizens before from a werewolf at one point. Now the werewolf was the town drunk. Interesting how some things played out.
 
Feather appeared outside the Salvatore mansion and casually strolled up to the door. She knocked and the door opened, revealing her 'brother' Luke. He growled and slammed the door in her face. Feather smirked. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" She called and he opened again. "No.." He hissed at her. Feather's smirk dropped and her eyes glowed red. He gazed into her eyes and stepped aside. "Please, won't you come in?" He asked. Feather nodded. "My pleasure.." She said as she walked inside, the door slamming shut behind her. (If you've seen TVD then Feather and Luke's relationship is like Stefan and Zack's)
 
Tucker finished off his bottle before exiting the bar, not feeling buzzed in the slightest. The bonus to his elven nature was that he was entirely immune to getting drunk. Then again, that was also a downside since getting drunk typically was the point of drinking in the first place. Oh well. Walking through the town square, Tucker soon left the town itself as he began walking down a trail into the woods beyond. A few minutes later, Tucker arrived at his cabin in the woods. He preferred his solitude for the most part and was proud of his home. It was simplistic and he had a nice herb garden in the back. He was also known as the town's go-to doctor since he was so knowledgeable with herbs and medicine.

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Feather walked into the living room, aware of Luke glaring at her. "Why have you come aunt Feather.." He asked her. She smirked. "I thought about returning to this place for some time, but now that my target is here, I decided to visit." She said plainly, flopping down on the couch. Luke came up to her with a wooden spoon. "Great, then you can leave." He snapped and aimed the wood at her. Feather hissed and jumped up, grabbing the wood from his hand. "Don't underestimate me kid.. It'll be your death.." She hissed as she grabbed his throat, then throwing him down on the ground.
 

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