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Alexandria walked into her house and Jaime was right behind her. "There you are!" her mother said, rushing over to her. She was a middle-aged brunette. She had a blue sweater and grey pants on. Jaime just kind of stood there, waiting for someone to ask what he was doing. It wouldn't be long now.

"Who is your friend?" her dad asked, skeptically. He was also middle age but pretty buff. He had an army shirt on. 

"I'm Jaime MacKenzie-O'Maille. I'm here about Kelsi." he explained. 

"How much do you know?" her mother asked him, immediately. 

"How much do you want me to tell you what I think happened, because you probably won't like it." he stated, looking at the books in Alexandria's hands. 

"All you know and you think you know." her dad said immediately. 

"Okay, first off, let's get to a first name basis. I'm Jaime, that's Alexandria. You two are the parents. Names please?" he asked. 

"I'm Heather." the woman told him, he nodded, then looking to the father. 

"I'm Robert." Jaime nodded again. 

"I wish our first meeting could be on better circumstances, but alas, it usually doesna go that way with me. Show me where the symbol was please." he said. Heather motioned to him and he followed. Robert and Alexandria were in tow with him. She led him through the living room, down a hallway on the left. There were three ways. One in front was a bath. The left was Alexandria's room and the right was Kelsi's. At least he assumed. Heather opened the door and Jaime's jaw dropped. The entire room was full of wards, evocation circles and triskelions and everything. Holy shit...He rubbed his face and exhaled. "This...This is not good." he told them.

"How bad is it?" Robert asked. "We thought it was just a phase..." 

"And rightly so, yet all phases must need some caution. She didn't know what she was doing. Never, ever, evoke inside of your circle of protection." He said, kneeling down to the most recent circle. The one he saw in the picture. He exhaled, seeing his breath. It was cold, and there was a fair amount of shadow. Was the veil still weak? Maybe. She had a lot of stuff in here. Like every occultist's dream. Not Jaime's. He saw dots of red around the circle. Then he turned, seeing a red paper towel. "No." he said, almost running over to it. He unfurled the paper towel to reveal an athame. "No, no, no." he repeated, holding it up. She used blood magic?! 

"Is that blood?" Alexandria asked. 

"She is going to get herself and other people killed. Using blood magic to evoke something from the veil and the circles are within each other and just..." he paused, running his hand down his face and exhaling. Easy Jaime. If you panic, they're going to 

"Is everything okay?" Robert asked him. Jaime looked over to them and shrugged. 

"At first glance no, she obviously didn't know what she was doing. Get me a clean knife." he said. Looking up to them, they looked at him confused. "Please." he said. Alexandria sat the books on the bed beside him, then walked to hopefully get him one. 

"So are you an expert in this kind of stuff?" Robert asked him. 

"Yes. Well, kind of." he answered. "I know more than she did, but there are definitely people better than me." he told them. 

"Jaime, that's not what they want to hear." Alexandria told him, handing him a knife by the hilt. He grabbed the blade carefully and then put the hilt in his hand. "He doesn't take praise very well. He's modest. He's really good, don't let him tell you otherwise." she said to her parents. 

"Okay, first off. If you're queasy, you might want to leave. Secondly, if you're frightened easily you might want to leave." he told them. 

"We aren't leaving the room." Heather told him. He nodded. 

"Well get comfortable then, when I draw the circle, you have to stay in it." he said, pulling out his brimstone and drawing a circle at their feet. "Okay step out for one brief second." they did and he drew the star and a couple runes in there just to be safe. "Alright, everyone in." they stepped across it one last time. He placed the brimstone back in his pocket and grabbed the knife. "Open sesame..." he mumbled, cutting across his palm where there was already a visible scar. He placed the knife on the paper towel. He looked down and there was a bit of blood. "Good. Now, here's the easy part..." he mumbled, waving his hand forward, the blood smeared on something. It was like there was an invisible door there all along. "And we're in. Okay. I should be back with Kelsi in a couple of hours." he explained. 

"HOURS?!" Robert shouted. 

"Yes. Hours." Jaime told him. "The time waves are blurred in the veil and hell. I'll only be there for what seems like minutes." he explained

"Is she in hell?" Alexandria asked. 

"I have no clue." Jaime answered. "I'm checking the veil first though. It's easier to escape." he told her, pulling the "door" open by drawing the hand with the cut back. The blood then enveloped the entire way and it turned from red to black and there was a burst of wind and cold. Jaime stepped back. He exhaled and jumped through it. He ended up in the veil. "Yeah, figured so." he said looking around. 

The Veil was tricky. It was unstable due to events that happened almost a millennium ago. It was cold, dark and ever shifting and changing. At the heart of the veil lies The Black City. Or at least that's what the books started calling it after the seventh century. No one had ever come out alive, which was funny because there were plenty of books about it. He expected her to be on the way to The Black City because it was pretty much the only landmark in this godforsaken place. Rarely you'd see a hill or a mountain. Even rarer, a tree. No matter which way you approached the city, you'd end up in front of its gates, so that gave him some hope that she wasn't gone. He started for it, listening for other things that lurked here as well. While it shifted, so did other things. The shadows moved and deceived you. And oh how they loved to. Jaime was scared, but he couldn't let it show. They'd feed off of it. Wraiths loved it here, so did ghosts. "It's like Casper's playground..." Jaime mumbled to himself as he moved through. The city was closer now. He heard a scream, and started running. This could be deception or it could be real...damned if you, damned if you don't... This was one of those all or nothing moments for Jaime. 

He approached the gate and saw the girl, Kelsi. She was curled into a ball beside the entrance. He walked over to her and knelt down. Tapping her knee. "Oi!" he said. She looked up at him, her face completely terrified. "Hey..." he said to her. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"You're not real, just another illusion..." she mumbled. He sighed. She's already had the veil's influence get to her. Terrified, yet not lost. 

"No, I'm very much real." he assured her. I've come to get you out of here." he told her. 

"There's no way out..." she said, lowly. 

"There is." he put a hand on her shoulder. She swatted it off. "There's a way out. I know how to get out. Your parents and sister are waiting on you." he told her. She shook her head. "They are. I just talked to them." he told her. 

"What are there names then. Prove to me your real." she said to him. 

"Your mother's name is Heather, your dad's name is Robert, your sister's name is Alexandria Marie Eldridge." he said. She looked up to him again, he had out to her. "Let's get out of here." he smiled. She nodded quickly and took it and he pulled her up. 

"How do we get out?" she asked him. 

"Keep The Black City to your back no matter what." he told her. She nodded as they started walking away from the city. 

"Are they mad at me?" she asked him. He shrugged. 

"They're worried sick. They dinna understand enough to really be angry." he told her. 

"And you?" she asked him. 

"I have no say on this matter. I'm the rescuer." he told her as they walked across the barren plain. She looked to the right and saw the city again and Jaime promptly stepped to the right so his back was to it, he grabbed her and pulled her over beside him. 

"How did it do that?" she asked him. 

"The veil changes and shifts, the things in it as well. The Black City always lies at the heart of the veil." he explained to her. 

"Why is that?" she asked him. 

"Cataclysm." was his only answer. "Why did you scream earlier?" he asked. 

"There were things. Ghosts and monsters, they were chasing me but they retreated right when you showed up." she told him, he nodded. 

"That's not good. They're regrouping." he said, catching something darting from one shadow to another. "They're upon us." he said. She started looking around. He put a hand on her arm. "Don't look around. You'll never see them. Just keep walking. Don't do anything else unless I say it." he told her. She nodded.

A couple more shadows moved. Something hissed, she jumped, Jaime kept her moving forward. Finally the portal was in sight. "The way out!" she shouted. 

"Go, run. I'll hold them back." he told her, turning his back to the portal but moving backwards. The fiends were in sight. It was a couple ghosts, a wraith, and an animal of some sort. Didn't matter, he wouldn't be here long enough to learn any of their names. He looked at his hand, the blood had mostly dried up, time to fix that. He pulled the wound open again and waved it on the ground, raised it up and a bloody pillar followed. He placed his hand in the center and a very bright light emerged. From there he turned and broke into a run. Jaime smirked. You can find light in the darkest places, sometimes it has to be made, other times, found. She was through the portal, waiting for him. He dove through and immediately shut it with his bloody hand, this time waving it left and closing it. He sat down and exhaled. Everyone was looking at him, he smirked and pointed to Kelsi. "Tadaa..." a couple of them laughed. 

"So. That's two girls saved in two days. I'm on a streak." he smiled, standing up. 

"You saved her." Heather rushed over and hugged him, he scoffed. 

"It's nothing." he told her, shrugging. 

"Quit being modest." she told him. 

Kelsi looked at him and smiled. "Thank you." she hugged him. He shrugged. 

Holding her out at arms length, he looked her in eyes, dead serious. "Okay. I wasna going to say anything. But now, I'm kind of bound to." She exhaled. "No more magic." he said. "You dinna know what you're doing." he told her. 

"Yes I do." she argued. 

"No you don't." he told her. 

"Prove it to me." she snapped.

"Okay, done." he said, letting her go. He grabbed the athame, and placed it in her evocation circle. "That proves everything. An athame, an evocation circle and a circle of protection." he told her. 

"That doesn't mean anything!" she shouted. 

"Your evocation circle is within your circle of protection. Why?" he asked. "You're supposed to draw two separate circles. One for you, and then the other for whatever you're evoking. You should never evoke anything in your own house either. Plus, blood magic? What the hell are you thinking?!" he asked through gritted teeth. 

"I'm pretty sure you used it too." she retorted. 

"Aye, I did. I managed to hold the portal open the entire time I was in there, and I managed to conjure a spell up with it. You used it to evoke something and you already had a circle that was going to do it. Plus, all of your circles are shaky and basic for what you're trying to do. Dinna argue with me. This stuff isn't for fun. It's life or death, and you're going to kill yourself and a lot of people at this rate. If you don't end it, and you keep it up. I will seal you. That means no magic, ever again. I know how to do it, and I will do it to protect people." he walked out of the room, he had said enough and left it there. 
The Veil
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Jaime woke the next morning. He popped his neck and stretched, and quickly brought his arms back down to his right side, there was medical tape there. Lynn wrapped him up last night. "I forgot about you." he said, referring to his cracked ribs. Lynn could fix just about any ailment if given the right supplies. She was a medical assistant in a hospital for a while. She had done everything from broken bones to delivering children. Even a couple gunshots here and there. She saw the ER more than anywhere else in the hospital. Lynn had always joked that she pretty much was the doctor. "Doctor MacKenzie did a good job aye?" he said to himself as he stood and the pain hit him again. He groaned. "Yeah, she did." he smiled as he got dressed. He came down the stairs and turned to his left going to the living room. She was sitting down reading a magazine. Looking up at him and smiling, he felt a smile creep across his face. 

"How's the ribs?" she asked him. He shrugged. 

"Good shape. Thank you." he said. She chuckled. 

"It's my job." she told him. "As yers is to go out and get broken ribs for me to fix." he swatted his arm. 

"They're cracked, not broken." he corrected. 

"Does it hurt?" she asked him, her voice borderline satirical. 

"Yeah." he answered. 

"Point in case." she pointed. "I fix boo-boos. Have done it since yeh were a lad." He laughed. 

"Good to know I'm in good hands." he told her. 

"The very best." she told him. 

"So last night, you remarked on how you couldn't believe you let me go out and do what I do. Why do you let me?" he asked her. "If it worries you that much, I mean why not just say no?" he inquired. She couldn't help but smile. 

"Jaime. Yer very resourceful. Ye would do it even if I said no. Yeh want to help people, yeh get that and yer brains both sides. I'd rather just let yeh do it and patch yeh up later than yeh stumble in all bloody and me not know what happened, also, Theresa would want this fer yeh. She wrote those books fer yeh. Ye discovered that two years ago. Now look at ye. Yeh've a better understanding of this than anyone I've met that's still alive. Just be careful please." he nodded. 

"I know I know." he told her. 

"No yeh dinna." she finished it. He wasn't going to push it. "So, that lass." he rolled his eyes. He knew where this was going. "Is she a possible pick?" she asked asked him.

"Possibly." he answered. She smiled. He scoffed, smiling and shaking his head. 

"Yer just like yer dad when it comes to girls." he laughed. "Dougal was so afraid that Theresa was going to say 'no'. I was there when he proposed. Hell the entire family was. O'Maille and MacKenzie. It was tense." Jaime smiled, sitting down and listening. "Dougal had the ring out, and Calum was beside him, looking at him and joking around. The door made a noise, and he quickly put it away. Theresa walked in, arms full of groceries. She kissed him, exchanged words with Calum, and nervously remarked about both families being in one house. She walked into the kitchen." she paused, smiling. "She sat the groceries on the table, pulled out the bag of meat to go in the freezer and when she turned around, he was there, on one knee. She dropped the bag and kind of stumbled backwards. Tears were in her eyes. It was the most shaky speech ever." she laughed. 

"What did he say?" Jaime asked, grinning. 

"His exact words were-'Well shite, I had this entire speech planned out, but my mind just got fecked, so bear with me. Theresa MacKenzie, yer the most beautiful lass I've ever seen, and uh, well uh, I wouldn't mind spendin' the rest of me life with yeh. That is if yer up for it." Jaime laughed. 

"That is great." Jaime said. "Propose to the one woman you want to spend the rest of your life with and you start it with 'well shite' brilliant." him and Lynn both started laughed. 

"Yeah, I know." Lynne jested. "Theresa went to say it but her voice had disappeared. So she just nodded and kissed him. The following cheer was heard three blocks down." he laughed. "They were married March 22nd, and then a couple weeks later she announced she was pregnant with you. Then six months after that Dougal died." Jaime nodded solemnly "It was Dougal, Aidan, and Alaina. Died in what was known as an animal attack. It was a pack of ghouls. The only way I know that is because Theresa, Ewan, Calum, and I went searching for whatever it was. Found them, and killed them." Jaime nodded. 

"Has our family always been into the occult and stuff?" he asked her. She nodded. 

"Aye. It has." she answered. "So I guess it's only normal that you pick up after us." she shrugged. Jaime realized, she said 'you' correctly.

"Then you should be more lenient." he joked. She didn't laugh. He shrugged. There was a knock at the door. He turned and walked over to it. Opening it. It was Alexandria. She had a forearm splint on her left arm. "Damn..." he cursed quietly. She waved with her hurt arm. He opened it. 

"Who is it Jaime?" she asked. 

"It's me." she said nervously, peaking her head into the house and waving. Lynn waved back, smiling. 

"What are you doing here?" Jaime asked her. 

"Jaime!" his aunt shouted. 

"How else do you want me to word it?" he asked, turning his attention to the already laughing Alexandria.

"I need to talk to you about something." she told him. He looked at her skeptically. 

"Okay. My room is always good." he looked nervously over to Lynn who nodded approvingly. 

"Lead the way please." she said, he nodded, walking to where the stairs were, she followed. When they got there, he motioned for her to go first, and she did. He followed her. "Which room?" she asked, pointing at the three doors. 

"The one on the right is my personal library, the middle is a bathroom, and the one on the left is my humble abode." she chuckled and walked into his room, he closed the door behind him, and walked across the room to a chair that he sat in front of the bed. He motioned to her that she could have the bed. She sat down on it, and he sat down on the chair. "So what's up?" he asked her. She immediately kissed him again and sat back down. "You know, the more and more you do that, the fonder I become of you." he said, satirically, wiping his mouth. 

"You saved my life." she shrugged. He scoffed. 

"It's really nothing, honestly." he told her. 

"Why do you just play it off? You saved twenty lives last night, especially a dumb girl who couldn't get out of the fucking way." he shrugged. 

"I specialize in saving dumb girls that don't know how to get out of the fucking way." he told her. "What's up with your arm?" he asked her. "Did I do that?" he huffed. 

"I blame the wolf." he nodded. "Are you hurt?" she asked him. 

"It's nothing." he told her, stretching and then quickly coming back down, let out a grunt. 

She scoffed. "Nothing, right." she said. He rolled his eyes and removed his shirt, showing her that his entire torso was pretty much wrapped. She covered her mouth in disbelief. "Oh my god..." she touched a bandage with the tip of her finger and he inhaled loudly, and grimaced and she jumped back. He started laughing. She scoffed. "Oh fuck you." she said. 

"You're jumpy." he told her. 

"Yeah, well considering what I've been through here recently." she looked at him with a faked scorned look. He laughed. 

"Sorry." he told her. "I try to minimize casualties and I try to do it out of sight. Sometimes, I don't have a choice with my audience like last night." he told her. 

"How long have you done this?" she asked him. 

"This March will be a year and a half." he told her. "I found my mom's grimoires, or well books in sixth grade. I've went through more than half of that library. I'm well-versed in it, although I haven't had a chance to put more than half of my knowledge to the test. That's the third werewolf I've ever killed. I mostly deal with ghosts, exorcisms, and demonology." he told her. "The whole exorcist film? That shit happens. I've seen it." she raised her eyebrows. 

"What all can you do?" she asked him. 

"I can't manipulate solid matter. That's about it. I can manipulate fire. I can travel between the four planes of existence, I can-" she held up her hand.

"Four planes of existence?" she asked him. He nodded. 

"The veil. Heaven, Hell, and here." he told her.

"What's the veil?" she asked. 

"Alright, the veil. That's where all of the ghosts, poltergeists, wraiths and other shit that is invisible to our eyes, stay. It has many names, Limbo, shadow world, all that stuff. Now while it sounds like a real shithole, there are benevolent spirits there as well. Just good luck finding one. It's cold, it's dark, and everything knows where you are but you don't know where anything is." he explained. 

"What is in the veil then that's so worth going there?" she asked him. 

"The only thing that I've seen of measure in the veil is the Black City." he told her. 

"What's so special about that?" she laid down on the bed, looking to the ceiling. 

"From what I've managed to gather, it was the last stand of The Seven. They were an order of wizards in the middle ages that were trying to find the ability to subjugate a spirit and bend its will to their own so they could have its power. So they went to the veil, built that, and then died due to being overrun. Reaching it is harder every time." he explained. 

"How so?" she propped herself up on her elbow. 

"Don't worry about it. Subject for later. Anyway, how are you holding up?" he asked her, she shrugged. He rolled his eyes at that. "Verbal answer please." he said. 

"I'm fine. I'm just worried about everyone else." she told him. 

"Welcome to me every day of my life." he said, rolling his eyes and standing up. 

"Are you okay?" she asked him. 

"I feel like I got smacked in the chest with a sledgehammer at full force. Other than that, I'm great. No casualties, no injuries." she tilted her head. 

"You're ribs are cracked." she reminded him. 

"The other party." he told her, stretching again, and again recoiling in pain. 

"The wolf is dead." unconvinced, then scoffing. 

"The other other party." He stretched again, and no luck, more pain. 

"I have a forearm splint." she joked. 

"The big group of people!" he said loudly standing up, making her laugh. He smiled, shaking his head. Sitting back down, he noticed she watched his every movement. 

"You're very sweet you know that?" she asked him, he shrugged. 

"I don't see how, I don't do much." he told her, shrugging. 

"Jaime. You killed a fucking werewolf!" she told him, and he nodded. 

"I did. There are bigger things out there." he told her, his voice almost cautionary. 

"There are?" she asked. He nodded. 

"Yeah. Vampires, witches, warlocks, blood mages, necromancers. If you can find it in 'fiction' it probably exists." he told her. Dinna forget the angels and demons he scoffed as the thought crossed his mind.

"Angels and demons?" she asked him. 

"All too real." her eyes widened. 

"Can you teach me how to fight them?" she asked. He shook his head almost immediately. 

"No. Can't do it." he told her. 

"Why not?" she asked. He continued shaking his head as he stood up and walked to the doorway. 

"Because, I'm not going to be the reason you get into this. You need a better reason than me. Once you get in, you dinna get out." he warned. "I'm being serious. Ever since I read the first book my mother left me in sixth grade, life has changed almost completely. You start looking at things differently and have a new air of paranoia about you." She turned to face him, shrugging. 

"So? Look at you, you're fast on your feet, you think quicker, you have a solution for almost anything. I don't see why-" he stopped her. 

"Yeah. I'm fast because I have to be faster and I have to think quicker than whatever I'm facing. If I'm not, and if I dinna manage to come up with a solution for anything, people die my lady. I canna let that happen." he explained, almost angered. He wouldn't be angry at her, she had a right to question him. Patience Jaime. She doesna understand you completely. You saved her life, her affection ends there He reminded himself.

"I'm...sorry if I angered you." she told him. He shook his head. 

"You didna. I just don't want you leaping into something you dinna fully understand." Do I fully understand what's out there actually now that this is up?

"Jaime, do you even fully understand what's out there?" she asked him. Well shite

"I have a better understanding than most people." she scoffed at his reply. He heard something vibrate. Her phone. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked to see what it was. Her eyebrows raised a bit. "Everything okay?" he asked. 

"I think so. Mom asked where I was. I told her I was visiting the MacKenzie's house..." she unlocked her phone and texted back. Jaime studied her body language and waited for her next reaction to the text that followed her reply. They waited together in a not-too-uncomfortable silence. He rather enjoyed it. Finally, it vibrated again. "Jaime..." he tilted his head, worried now. "...What does this mean?" she showed him an evocation circle. Shaky as hell. He snatched the phone from her and looked at it. 

"Do you have any younger siblings?" he asked. 

"Kelsi. She's two years younger than me. Into the occult stuff. I always thought it was just bs. But after-" he stopped her. 

"Where is Kelsi?" he asked her. Worried. 

"Not in the house." Alexandria told him. "Why?" 

"Does her mother know where she is?" Jaime asked, very worried. 

"No, that's what this is about." Jaime handed her the phone almost immediately. 

"Yeah, we need to go now." he said, walking over to his dresser and searching for some jeans. He found some and quickly changed into them, she wasn't paying attention, only staring at the circle. 

"What does the circle mean?" she asked. 

"Evocation. She tried to call a spirit from the great beyond, or the veil, or somewhere. It's basic and it's shaky. Which explains why she's missing." he said, pulling off his shirt and putting on a longsleeve one. Finally he turned to her. "Jacket please." she handed it to him, he put it on. Then he was out the door and into his library. She followed. He looked for two books. "Exorcism and evocation...Aha!" he pulled the two books from the shelf. "Carry these." he said as he checked his jacket pocket for his brimstone. It was there. "Downstairs, go now." he said. She went and he followed her. They got downstairs and Lynn saw she had Theresa's books and immediately said something to them.

"Where yeh going with those?" she asked. 

"Her sister is into the occult, thinking it is cool. She got snatched I'm fairly certain." Jaime told his aunt. 

"Yer noot evan fully recovered Jaime!" she shouted. 

"I don't see you going to get her then." Jaime pressed. "If I don't do it, she's stuck in the veil. If she's stuck in the veil, we know where she's going, and if she gets there, we will never get her back. So it's either me or she's dead." he finally finished. 

"Jaime..." He snapped his head to her as he finished putting a boot on. "...Yeh canna help everyone. Yer a hero in my book but-" Jaime stopped her right there.

"That's what I do though. I help people. And if I'm a hero, what's that say if I let someone die if there's a chance I can stop it. I canna let her die just because you dinna want me to get hurt." he said. 

"Yer such an O'Maille." she smiled. Jaime shook his head as he put his other boot on. 

"Let's hope that the MacKenzie starts showing out soon, you've said that three days in a row now." he told her. 

"Yer MacKenzie always shows, yeh look just like Theresa." He shrugged. 

"Momma knows best." he said. Lynn scoffed.

"Look, just...Please be careful." she told him, walking over to him. 

"Always am." he told her, smiling. 

"Yet I always find meself patching you up." she hugged him. He returned it. "Find her, bring her home, scold her good." Lynn pointed to Alexandria on the last part. She smiled. 

"Yes ma'am." he answered, opening the door and letting Alexandria out first. "I love you auntie." he said on his way out. 

"I love you too boy." she answered, watching him leave. She smiled at him. He looked so much like his mother, yet it seemed like Dougal had forced his personality on the boy. 
No rest
This is the chapter following the New Years one. I'll put them all in order when I get more up eventually.
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Jaime popped his neck, looking at his bouquet and box of, what kind of candy was it? Damn He cursed his nervous and forgetful memory. He stood at the door, well he had been standing at the door for a couple minutes. "Will she even like this?" he asked himself. "Of course she'll like it, they're dahlia's. Or was it dandelions? Fuck..." He dropped his head. "Well, just like everything else, this is going to go one of two ways, let's find out which way we have to pull..." he mumbled, holding tightly onto the box with his arm while he reached for his phone. It read 1:30. "Yep. Showtime, smile O'Maille." he said, putting the phone back and then knocking on the door with his head because both of his hands were occupied. A bedraggled Alexandria opened the door and he couldn't help but laugh at her surprised expression. She was not properly dressed for a date, but she still looked amazing to him. Her brown hair was all messy, not sticking up but it hadn't been brushed or picked or anything. She had a Reservoir Dogs shirt on, it had the people walking down the street in black and white. Hisshirt but he let her get away with it, she also had black yoga pants on. 

"Jaime!" she said, surprised. 

"Alexandria." he said, looking her up and down approvingly. She shook her head, blushing. 

"I'm not even ready! Look at me! I'm horrendous! I don't have any makeup on, my hair's not done, hell I don't even have a bra on!" she said to him. 

He held out the flowers, she took them and looked at them inquisitively. He pulled the price tag off of it. Then he handed her the box of candy whose name he forgot, then he leaned in and kissed her. "Should make it easier for me then." he said, smiling, walking in and kicking his shoes off. 

"Make it easier-You clever bastard..." she mumbled, looking at the two gifts she was presented with, not able to stop the smile that slowly crept across her face. She turned and he was beside her with a heart-shaped vase. The vase was in the middle but two handles came out from both sides and curving back down to the base, forming a heart shape. "Where'd you get that?" she asked him. 

"A couple days ago, asked your mom to hide it." he said as she pulled the plastic off of the flowers and placed them in the vase. "Couldn't find a heart shaped box, figured a vase would have to suffice." he told her, leaving her side once more and placing it on the table in the living room. She shook her head and smiled. He turned and looked at her, holding his arms out like he was about to shrug. "Now I hope you have something because I am shit out of ideas." he told with a worried expression. She laughed and walked over, pushing him back on the couch. "I like where this is going." he said, she sat down beside him. "Well shit." he said, she laughed again as he put his arm around her and she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. She placed the remote on Jaime's lap and then she reached for the controller and turned the Playstation three on, it made the intro hum as she picked her profile. "Faerlina?" Jaime asked, scoffing. She laughed. 

"It wasn't taken." she said, scrolling to the far right and it showed her profile and her quote popped up. "Slay them in the Master's name" she said, he laughed again, as she scrolled back to the left and picked Netflix. "What are you in the mood for?" she asked him, she felt him shrug. 

"Whatever you're feeling." he told her, she laughed. Don't say romance. He prayed.

"Romance?" she asked. Fuck

"No." he said. 

"I'm feeling it, we're watching 'Dear John' because it's supposed to be good." She saw Jaime drop his head. This should be just great! He thought to himself. She pulled up the search and typed it in, they didn't have it.Thank you Jesus! He exhaled a sigh of relief, she elbowed him playfully. "Well damn." she told him. "I know, Human centipede!" she shouted. Christ! Okay I HAVE to say something about that.

"Yeah no. I've seen that once with...with Clay and I vowed never again." he told her. 

"Disturbing?" she asked him jokingly.

"The thought of someone forcibly pooping in another's mouth just..." he made a fake gagging noise. She laughed. "Have you seen it?" he asked her, she nodded. "Why would you ever want to watch it again?" he asked her. "It's like one of those movies that's good every like, two decades, maybe not even then." he said, causing her to laugh even more. 

"Okay fine. No human centipede. How about..." she stopped to think. 

"Arrow." Jaime said, she shook her head. He dropped his, then raised it again. "American Horror Story!" she laughed. 

"Jaime that was our first date." she told him. 

"Technically, our first date was where I saved you from the werewolf." he told her. 

"No. That was when we first met." she told him. 

"Still got a kiss, two actually." he told her. She shook her head, blushing. "Justice League?" he asked her. 

"Unlimited or original?" she asked him. "I like both." 

"Same." he said. "Have you watched Young Justice?" she nodded, disappointed. 

"Yeah, they only have one season up though and I'm done with it." she told him. 

"Same." he agreed. "Silence of the lambs?" he asked. She nodded. 

"Silence of the lambs it is." she agreed. 

"It rubs the lotion on its skin, or it gets the hose again..." Jaime whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek afterward. 

"Yep, not doing that." she told him. He laughed. She turned off the playstation and TV. 

"Gotta plan my lady?" he asked her, looking over to her. She shrugged and stood up and grabbed onto his hand and pulled him. He then followed to where she was leading him. They went through the house and right before they reached the kitchen she made a hard right into another doorway. To their right was the laundry room, and to their left was a wooden door. "The basement?" he asked, she nodded and opened it, leading him down the stairs into the large concrete room. Bringing him out into the open area, she let go and put her hands on his shoulders and pushed down a bit, telling him to stay there. "What exactly are we doing?" he asked her. She walked over and put her phone in the ihome and turned on a song. Jaime recognized it. "Hallelujah?" he asked. "Bon Jovi's cover." she nodded, walking back over in front of him. "What happened to 'Jaime I don't dance'?" he asked her. She shrugged and held her hand out. He took it and placed his other hand on her waist. Oh god, do I even remember how to do this? He asked himself.

"Isn't that hand supposed to be on my shoulder?" she asked him, finally breaking her silence. He scoffed. Actually, it should be a bit lower. 

"You question my ability?" he asked her, jokingly. Then to prove he could do it, he stepped to the side, she followed and he pulled at her waist and pushed at her hand, turning them to his right. "Good enough?" he asked. She nodded, laughing, still following his lead. 

They stood there and danced until the song ended. She stopped and looked into his eyes. He smiled, causing her to scoff. He shook his head, maintaining his smile. She broke their contact and went over to her phone, picking another song. "Requests?" she asked him. 

"My Immortal." he said. 

"Evanescence." she said approvingly, putting it on and walking back over to him, offering her hand once more, and they started. So I get her flowers and a box of some type of candy, and she makes me dance. This is a very one-sided valentines day He thought to himself as they stepped to the left and he turned her.

They continued the dance for the song's entire duration. He thought he heard a door open, but he guessed it was just the dog going through its door. He went to turn her again. "So pushy." she remarked, but followed his lead nonetheless. 

"Would you have me any other way?" he asked her. She giggled as they turned once more. 

Right at the last chorus, he raised her hand up and she spun, smiling. When she came back to him, he dipped her and followed, looking down at her, she smiled and moved her arm from his shoulder to the back of his head and pulled herself up into a kiss. There was a camera click and then a flash and they both went back up, turning immediately to where it originated from. Alexandria's parents were in the basement, by the stairwell. Heather had a camera and Robert had a video camera. He turned it off, then laughed and went back upstairs, her mother stood there for a second, smiling at them. Jaime rubbed his face, trying to conceal his smile. "I look horrible, why would you guys do this?" she asked her mom, jokingly. 

"I thought it was adorable. Whose idea was it?" she asked. 

"The dancing? Hers entirely." Jaime said, pointing to her. Her jaw dropped as she turned to him. "What?" he asked. 

"Don't act like you didn't have fun." she pointed to him. 

"My lady, I just said it was your idea, never said I didna have fun." walking past her and her mother, going up the stairs.

Her mother looked at her with a giant smirk. "He's-"

"Do not even say it." smiling as Alexandria walked to the stairs. 

"He's a keeper." She called out to her daughter. 

"Yeah yeah." the door closing made her mother laugh as she started up the stairs. 

As everyone came upstairs, Jaime was putting his shoes on. "Going somewhere Jaime?" Heather asked him. 

"I have to do a couple things for my aunt because Valentines day, I'll be back." he told her. 

"Why don't you invite your aunt over for dinner today? It's valentines day." she said. Jaime shrugged, smiling. He did like the idea. She probably won't agree to it but okay. 

"I'll see what she says. Your husband is beckoning you." he pointed to Robert who was waving his arm to her. She nodded.

"Okay, well goodbye Jaime." she said, taking her leave of him and going to their bedroom and closing the door. Alexandria rounded the corner next. 

"Leaving me?" she asked. 

"Auntie Lynn needs some spoiling. Then I'll be back here for dinner. Your mother suggested I invite her over." Alexandria scoffed. 

"She thinks it will work?" Jaime shrugged. 

"You never know with my aunt." he grabbed the doorknob. "Oh, since I gave you candy, flowers, and danced with you, can I have my shirt back?" he asked. She looked at the shirt and smiled. 

"But I like this one." she said.

"I do too, that's why I bought it." he told her. 

"Fine, you can have it." she told him. 

"Please give it to me." he said to her, she looked down, confused and then smiled, and made eye contact with him. 

"You're a clever son-of-a-bitch." she told him, removing it, revealing her naked upper body. He kept eye contact with her as she handed it over.


"Thank you..." he stole a couple looks at her chest.

She rolled her eyes and pushed her chest out and put her hands to her sides. "Proud of yourself?" she asked him, He scoffed, looking at her naked torso. 

"Tell me, is your skin always porcelain colored or do you work for it?" he asked her, taking her hand and putting it where her cleavage was. There wasn't a color difference. The only thing that was different in color were her navy blue eyes and pink nipples. She crossed her arms and blushed at his remark. 

"You are pushing your luck. And to answer your question, I couldn't tan if I tried." she crossed her arms, blocking her chest. 

"And one more thing before I leave, I'm an O'Maille as well." he told her, opening the door and then closing it behind him. 

She turned and went to her room for another shirt, not before bending down and picking up the box of candy he left her. She opened it and there was a note on the other side. "Mo nig-hane don?" she read out loud, probably butchering the translation, she put the lid back on it and took it into her room, sitting it on the bed, she grabbed her tablet and went to google. She checked the spelling and typed it in. "Oh, that's how it's pronounced..." she said to herself, slightly embarrassed. "Mo knee-in down." not perfect. She thought to herself. She repeated it for a while. "What does it mean?" she asked herself out loud, looking up the translation. "My brown haired lass? Oh, he's definitely a keeper." she mumbled to herself. Playing the words over in her head several times.
Valentines day
Something I had to do today since I spent valentines day with my significant other. The story hasn't quite caught up to here yet, but dinna worry, the rest will follow
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Okay so this is a story about two teenagers that are into the occult and mythological. You'll learn their names soon enough. This is how they met. Anything that happened before this will be explained in due time. You'll know about anything that happened after.

December 31st 2013, 22:30, 

Jaime had been sitting on the couch. This was the first time he had been to a party. There were about sixteen to twenty people in the house. It was a nice place, three floors. He was upstairs in a mini-living room. He got dragged into this by his friend Clay. He didn't know anyone except Clay and there were about three to four guys at the party total. So that's around sixteen females. Yep, the polls are in, they've confirmed what we've already known, this fucking sucks He thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. A girl peaked in, around seventeen, light skinned. Long black hair. "Clay in here?" she asked him. 

Take a fucking look! "No, he isn't." Jaime told her, indifferently. 

"Is he here at all?" she asked him. 

"I really fucking hope so. I'm his plus one." he chuckled. She laughed along with it. 

"He's around here somewhere. Don't worry." she nodded, pounding her hand on the threshold of the room and leaving. 

"Again, I fucking hope so." he mumbled. He took a drink of his bottle of water. There was an abundance of girls and alcohol. Jaime had two cans earlier. He was good for the moment, switching over to water in case Clay was completely obliterated. He wasn't trying to crash here. Then another girl peaked in and Jaime about put his water all over her, she was beautiful. Holy fucking hell. Who is she? 

"Oh I'm so sorry." she said, talking about his coughing. "I didn't mean to startle you." her voice was soft and sweet, and Jaime was a fan of it.

"You're good." he responded. "It's quite alright." he told her, chuckling. 

"Switching over to water? Had a little bit too much?" she jested. He shook his head, 

"No. I lost my friend who was the whole reason that I came here. So in the event of him being completely obliterated at least I'll be good." he shrugged. 

"You able to drive?" she asked him. 

"Legally? No, but I'm not crashing here. Too many people here I dinna know." he told her, letting a bit of his Scottish escape him.

"Dinna?" she asked. 

"I'm a fair amount Scottish, you can only tell when I get worked up though. Words like that I use everyday." he told her, shrugging. 

"What does it mean?" she asked him. 

"D-I'll tell you if you tell me your name." he said. She crossed her arms, smirking. 

"Alexandria Eldridge." she told him. "You are?" inquiring. Jaime felt his stomach twist a little bit. 

"Jaime. Jaime MacKenzie-O'Maille." he told her. 

"My middle name is Nicole." she told him. 

"Mine is Calum." he said. 

"Then what's MacKenzie?" she asked him.

"My mom's maiden name. O'Maille is my dad's last name. He wasn't there to see it so mom just said to have both of them down. Doesn't bother me." he shrugged. She nodded. "Dinna means don't by the way. Oi means hey, I'll translate anything else I say along the way." she nodded.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, pointing to the couch. It was an L shape so multiple people could fit on it.

"Yeah, all my imaginary friends are on here with me. It's pretty tight, I'm sorry." he said, sarcastically. She laughed. It was light and high pitched, it made Jaime chuckle.

"I'm sure there's room for another." she said, sitting down beside him. Jaime coughed, not ready for her movement.

"I guess so." he nodded in agreement. The butterflies were in his stomach. She giggled.

In an attempt to direct some attention off of him, and get his attention off of her for a moment, he reached for the remote and turned the wall-mounted flat screen on. They were greeted with Spongebob. Jaime changed it to CNN so they could watch the ball drop and watch the reporters talk about stuff that he found shallow as hell. "So what do you like to do?" she asked him.

Dinna tell her the truth. She'll think your crazy once you even say "demonology" He told himself. "I don't do much actually. School, sports, a little bit of guitar. I'm a boring person." he told her. "I read all day after I finished my homework." she laughed.

"I have a hard time believing this." she told him. "No video games?" she asked him.

"A couple, but I don't really have time to play due to reading." he shrugged.

"What do you play?" she asked him.

"Just about everything." he told her.

"You're trying to be shallow and avoid my questions. Why?" she asked him.

Jaime MacKenzie, dinna tell her the truth. "I'm not." he answered. "I'm not an exciting person. Sorry to disappoint." he shrugged. A group of people poked their heads in and looked at the two. 

"Oh, uh, what time is it?" one of them asked them. 

"Eleven o'clock." he answered. They nodded and left, closing the door behind them. "Well. That was interesting." he said, a little louder than he meant to. 

"What do you mean?" she asked him. 

"Their reaction when they walked in."  he told her. 

"Jaime, you do realize there are a lot of girls and alcohol here right?" she asked him.

"Oh I understand their reaction, but I'm surprised that they would think that someone they just met would try to fuck a girl that he just met on the couch. Intoxication and all left out of the picture." he shrugged. She smiled at that. He was brilliant.

"You're a very proper person aren't you?" she asked him. He tilted her head. 

"Oi?" he said. 

"Like you don't seem like a bad kid." she told him. Define bad 

"
Well, it all depends on how you define bad." he told her. "I'm not much of a party person, I hate people." he ventured on. 

"Yet here you are." she motioned to him. 

He smiled and nodded. "Yet here I am." he rephrased. "I dinna really want to be here." he told her, shrugging. 

"With me?" she asked. 

"N-Not what I was getting at." he quickly corrected. She smiled. "Not here. Like at a party. I wouldn't mind being with you. You dinna seem shallow." he said.

"Unlike you?" she looked at him matter-of-factly. He scoffed. 

"One of us has to be interesting." he shrugged. 

"So there's an 'us' now?" she jested. He turned a little bit red, definitely got flustered. 

"N-Not what-what I was uh, implying." He tried to correct himself as quickly as possible through all the stuttering. She giggled again. He checked his phone, just to try and divert his attention. Eleven oh five. Yer makin' an arse of yerself O'Maille. He told himself. There was a knock on the door. Jaime got up to open it. It was Clay.

"Is uh-Oh Jaime, what up bro?" he asked. Jaime shrugged. "Ah fuck you and your anti-social-woah." he saw Alexandria sitting patiently on the couch. "Where you'd pull the hottie from?" he asked, this time a little bit more quieter. 

"I didn't pull her from anywhere." he answered. 

"Well you do your thing. Me and Marie are going to go downstairs and chill out with the other more social people for a bit. I'll leave you to your female compatriot." he said, smiling. 

"Clay, I just met her!" he said, hectically. "She is not my com-" Clay covered his mouth with his hand. 

"Jaime. Shut the fuck up, go sit down, let nature do its course." he closed the door in Jaime's face. The boy grimaced. Fuck me, the plane I flew in on, and my entire family line! He was not happy but he didn't show it. He exhaled, yawned, and then turned back around and returned to his seat beside her. He had calmed down a little. She was just another girl. What was the big deal? Her fucking amazing pale skin? Or her long brown hair? Or was it the fact that she was thick and he thought it was hot as hell? Maybe it was just the way her smile looked when she turned her head and her hair obscured a little bit of her face. His phone started ringing. 

He leaned forward and looked at it. It was auntie Lynn. He slid his finger across the galaxy S4. "Oi?" he answered. She chuckled a little. 

"Jaime. Thank god. You've a situation near the party." he paled as his aunt's scottish accent came through to his ear, and Alexandria noticed it. 

"What is it?" he asked. 

"Reports of a big fuzzy monster with teeth and claws and it's seven foot tall." she told him. 

"So it's either fucking bigfoot or a lycanthrope. Wonderful. I'm on it." he told her. 

"Baby, please be careful." she told him. He nodded. 

"I know auntie." he told her. "I love you." he said. 

"I love yeh too. Do ye have wolfsbane?" she asked him. 

"I have a stem of wolfsbane that I keep on me at all times. I got this. Ain't my first rodeo. Bye Auntie." he hung up, put the phone in his pocket and immediately stood up. 

"What's going on?" Alexandria asked him. 

"Make sure no one leaves this house." He said, smiling and nodding. Leaving the room. She stood there confused as he was going down the stairs. 

As he rounded the corner he almost crashed into a girl, he apologized and moved on. Right as he got to the door. He felt a hand on his back. "Dude, where are you going?" he asked, confused. 

"Make sure no one leaves this house Clay. Trust me." he said, going out the door. Clay exhaled, annoyed, and nodded. He stood out in the street and looked around. Everything seemed quiet. Then he heard it. A loud howl. A really really loud howl. Oh, that wasn't my stomach He thought to himself as he continued to looked around. Then it happened again and a bunch of people screamed. "Fuck!" he shouted. It was behind him, not in front. Back porch, people were there, and people were going to die. He turned and ran back inside, hauling every single inch of ass he had. He ran flat into Clay and he was pale, wide-eyed, and scared shitless.

"Jaime, there's a thing, I mean a big thing-" Jaime ran past him. "Where the fuck are you going! We need to go!" Jaime didn't heed him.

He came out to the patio and people were froze, staring at the giant bi-pedal wolf on the front porch. "Oi, you! Fuzzy fuck!" he shouted to capture it's attention. It growled. "If you're on the patio slash back porch. Get the fuck out of here. I got-" Just then he lunged on him and everyone took off screaming. Instead of clawing Jaime, it's head snapped up as it looked at all of the potential victims. Jaime punched the thing in the face and it whimpered, hopping off of him. He was hyperventilating. Okay Jaime, quit fucking around! That could-no that should've been your ass. Pay attention, kill it, go home. He exhaled. It looked at him and went back to all fours, growling and drooling. He glanced to his left to make sure everyone was safe. They were watching intently from the windows, except for one person. He assumed that she had went from upstairs to tell the people on the patio. Either way, she was standing directly in front of the damn thing.

It roared and lunged at her, Jaime pushed her out of the way and it was on top of him, he grabbed a nearby beer bottle and smashed it in the head. It busted off of its head. It whimpered again and this time shook its head. He pushed it off of him and he backed up as far as he could. She was by the rocking chair directly beside the door, well out of the way. He returned his attention to the wolf. "Come on." he hissed through gritted teeth. He slowly took his bag off of his back and laid it in front of him. He reached into it and pulled out a blade in a sheathe and then the stem of a flower. He put the flower in his jacket pocket and swallowed hard. If you can't stick it with the wolfsbane, the blade works just as well. He slung the sheathe off of it. It was black, Ebon. The wolf growled. "Nice doggy." he said. It started running at him.

He sidestepped it and stuck the blade in its side. It cut through the wolf's entire side due to it not stopping. Jaime just held onto the blade very tightly. He turned and instead of landing smoothly on all fours it rolled and landed slumped on its side. Jaime lifted his head and inhaled and exhaled. He walked over to the carcass. Just as Jaime reached for the wolfsbane, it rose up and clawed him. It cut through his jacket and his shirt. It skidded across his skin. He grimaced, but he didn't scream. It blew him backwards, rolling on the ground, he tried to gather his bearings but just as soon as he was up again, the wolf threw him back across the patio. He connected with the wooden railing and bounced off of it. The blade wasn't in his hand anymore, god knows where it was. It walked over to where he was. It was bleeding profusely from it's right side, he was out of breath. It growled and he huffed, trying to get his wind back. The only word that could be mustered in his mind right now was:  Fuck.

Right before the wolf dealt the blow, it stiffened and howled. Jaime looked confused, and then it turned around and he saw who was there. Alexandria. Get up. She's gonna die and it's gonna be on you. Get up. Come on Jaime. Your ribs are cracked, you've got a couple lacerations on your chest, but you've also got wolfsbane, and the ebon blade is sticking out of that thing's back. He coughed as he tried to motivate himself with his thoughts. "Oh shit." he heard her. "Oh shit, oh shit..." she was in shock. He looked at the candle and thanked god that it wasn't put out by his impact. He managed to stand and held his hand over it. He concentrated and pulled the fire from the candle into his hand.


"Lycan!" he shouted. Its ears twitched and turned, he threw his hands out in front of him and the flame hit the werewolf. It howled, batting it's face and chest, trying to put the flame out. He ran for Alexandria, the lycan dropped and started rolling around. He jumped over it and grabbed her wrist. "Oi." he said. She didn't really respond. He shook her again. "Oi!" he said, louder this time. She shook out of it. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my god." she gasped, going to her knees, he followed her. We need to go Alexandria. I get that this is the first time you've seen something like this but the fire will only last so long... "Is that-Did I just-" he stopped her. 

"You need to get out of-" she pointed behind him. 

"Watch out it's coming!" she shouted, and for the second time, he threw her to his left just as it pounced on top of him. She was safe, and he was pressed up to a window. A giant werewolf holding him in place. The people behind the glass were horrified. The thing's tongue was on his collar bone. He reached into his pocket and with one quick jab, shoved it into it's bleeding wound. It howled and stumbled backwards. Both of its claws were on the wound. It started shrinking in size and the fur was receding.

Jaime peeled himself off of the window and stumbled a little bit. He turned and saw that it was just a man there now. He looked over to Alexandria, he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned quickly and he let her. She let out a shaky breath. "Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded. Jaime left her and walked over to him. The man recognized him, and coughed a little bit. The sword was through his body now, from back to front. People started coming outside. 

"Th-Thank you..." he rasped, reaching for his hand. Jaime knelt down and took it. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for-" Jaime nodded. 

"It's okay." he said. The man weakly shook his head. 

"No, it isn't. It-It isn't even...remotely close. I would've slaughtered all-all of those kids in there. Thank god you stopped me. I've killed too many..." he said weakly. Jaime nodded. "What's your name son? I'm-I'm Arthur Johnson..." 

"Jaime MacKenzie-O'Maille." he told him. 

"I can't hold on much longer...Thank you for saving me...and stopping me." Jaime nodded. 

"May you find solace in the next life." he told Arthur as he gave out. Jaime coughed, and covered it with the back of his hand. He let go of the man's hand and pulled the blade from his chest, making sure not to grab the blade. When he did, he used his jacket to wipe the blood off of it, and unzipped his jacket, laying it on the man's pelvic area. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, and stumbled backward a little bit. He put his hand to his chest and it came away with a little bit of blood. He nodded, rolling his eyes. "Never a perfect run right? Well hey, no one died right?" he said to his hand, turning and walking away. He pulled his phone out and checked the time. Eleven fifty five. Five minutes until New Years. He stopped when he realized everyone was staring at him. "Oi." he said, holding his arms out, smirking. He quickly put his phone away. 

"Dude..." Clay said to him. "What the fuck man?" he asked. "What the fuck was that?" he asked. Jaime huffed and then looked for the short-sword's sheathe. He saw it by the door and bent down to pick it up. He sheathed it and then walked back over to his bag. "Hey quit fucking ignoring me!" he shouted.

"What do you think it was Clay?" Jaime asked him, picking up his bag. "We got five minutes til midnight. Let's all go watch the ball drop, chill the fuck out, and I'll fix all of this." He told them. He patted Alexandria on the side and she looked at him. "Lead the way." he said, motioning her forward, and she led. He followed.

By the time they had sat down, everyone was at least inside. She had turned the TV on and he was sitting beside her. A girl sat beside her on the arm of the chair. "Please tell me you're okay." Jaime said to her. 

"I should probably be asking you that honestly." she told him, motioning to his chest. He laughed. "Seriously, I should be dead due to dumbassery. Why didn't you let it get me?" she asked him. 

"Because." he told her. "I save people. I would've failed that if I let the lycan kill you. Not only would I have failed my job, I would've failed you, and myself, but most importantly, I would've failed my mom." he told her. Clay raised his eyebrows. He never talked about his mom. Probably because he never met her. 

"I thought you hadn't ever met her." Clay said to him. He turned. 

"I did, but I was still pink and squishy. The day they brought me home was the day she died. Her name was Theresa." he told him. Clay nodded. That was all Clay ever knew about the woman that was Theresa O'Maille. 

"What about your dad?" she asked him. He didn't acknowledge her. 

"Here we go! sixty seconds!" Someone shouted, leaping on the couch, landing beside Jaime. He laughed, and Alexandria giggled as well. Everyone soon flooded into the room. One guy had a bottle of champagne.

"Bro, five bucks says you can't pop the cork without spilling it everywhere." Clay elbowed the guy, he laughed and nodded.

The ball dropped and everyone cheered. Jaime smirked, and exhaled, relieved. Another year survived. Chances were looking good so far. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Oi, Jaime." It was Alexandria. He turned his head to her.

"O-" before he could even get it out her lips were on his. He almost withdrew but held fast. Didn't want to insult her, and this wasn't too bad. Everyone cheered.

"There you go cuh!" Clay yelled.

She broke it off. "Happy new year." she told him, wiping her lips. Very impressed.

"You too my lady." he nodded, keeping his cool. His phone rang. He grabbed it up. "Oi?" he said.

"Thank the lord. Is it gone?" she asked him.

"It's gone, everyone is safe, no one is dead. I'm a little cut up." he told her.

"Coming to get yeh right now." her voice was fraught with panic.

"Auntie, it's good, you don't need to-" she hung up. He dropped his head.

"Everything okay?" she asked him.

"I need to go dispose of this body, then my aunt's coming. You want a ride? You live directly beside me." he asked her.

"Sure." she shrugged. He nodded.

He got up and walked back to the patio. Opening his bag that was still out there. He grabbed the can of zippo lighter fluid, and grabbed his jacket. Then he squirted the lighter fluid on the corpse. He grabbed the matches and dropped it on the corpse, the flame rose up immediately. It started consuming the corpse. "Lighter fluid?" she asked him. He shook his head. "What was it?" she asked him. 

"A special little oil." he told her putting both of them back in his bag and pulling the strings til it closed, then slung it on his back. His phone rang one more time. "Auntie Lynn is outside. Let's go before she rips the door off of its fucking hinges." she smiled. They walked through the house. "Yo, my aunt's here." he told him. 

"Lynn?!" Clay said, unbelievably. Jaime nodded. "Oh shit, we're dead." he told him. Jaime shook his head.

"No, I'm leaving." he told him. See you at school tomorrow. Clay nodded and walked over to him and hugged him.

"You leaving with him Lex?" a girl asked her. She nodded.

"Yeah. I live directly beside him." she explained. "See you tomorrow." Everyone smirked and then waved to them.

Jaime opened the door and she walked through and he followed. He coughed again, and then he closed the door.

Lynn drove a black 2010 Subaru Tribeca. He could tell by the look on her face that she was hysterical. When she saw them through the window, she looked to the ceiling and clasped her hands. Mouthing a silent thank god. He opened the back seat door for her, she nodded smiling, and she nodded. He closed the door and walked over to the passenger side and sat in the backseat. Right as soon as he closed the door, she went off. 

"Oh me god!" she shouted. "Does it hurt?" she asked him. He shrugged. 

"Not really, the cracked ribs are more of a-" 

"CRACKED RIBS? Meh god Jaime! I thought yeh said yeh had this?!" she shouted. "Yer fooking fourteen, why am I letting yeh do this shite?" she asked him. 

"Because, mom would have-" she stopped him.

"No! Do. not bring her into this!" she pointed at him, he raised his hands defensively. "And whose this girl? Oh wait, yer the neighbor's kid....Damn." she said. Alexandria nodded. "Okay, look, yeh have to promise not to mention any of this." she told her. 

Lex nodded. "Oh I completely understand, the werewolf won't-" she was stopped.

"Na not that. If anything, bring that up. People need t' know that. Dinna bring up what I'm about t' do t' this fooking child." Alexandria giggled a bit. 

"So raise werewolf awareness?" she asked Lynn. 

"Seriously though. Unless yeh want to be inserted into a mental asylum. Keep it to yerself. People dinna realize that this shite is real." 

"Can we start going?" Jaime asked her. 

"I have not even started Jaime! But the car can, aye." she started it up and hit the gas. It lurched forward and then steady down the road. 

"So what exactly did I just witness?" Alexandria asked him. 

"You said it yourself. Werewolf." he told her. "Werewolves, vampires, all that shit is real." he told her. "Chupacabra has remained to be seen though, as well as bigfoot. But I just killed a werewolf, so anything is possible." he shrugged. 

"Looks like the werewolf kicked yer arse." Lynn told him. 

"Auntie, it wasn't-" 

"Ah-Ah." she stopped him. "Yeh cannae say it wasn't that bad if yeh have cracked ribs and big cut on yer torso!" He shook his head and exhaled. 

After a couple more minutes of Lynn shouting at Jaime, they finally pulled up to the house. They all got out and he walked Alexandria to her house."Should I walk to the door with you? I don't want to give the wrong idea." he told her. She nodded. 

"Go, I'll explain them why I'm home." he nodded. "Minus the werewolf." He laughed. "See you in the morning I guess?" she asked him. 

He shrugged. "Sure." was his answer. She grabbed him by the shoulder as he left. He turned, looking at her. "Oi?" he asked her. 

"Thank you for tonight." she told him. He laughed. 

"Thank you as well." she giggled, turning red. 

"Well that too, but seriously, you saved my life." He shrugged. 

"It's what I do. You dinna need to act like I'm god." he told her. 

"Why can't you take the praise?" she asked him. 

"Because I work a thankless job." he told her. She tilted her head. "And thank you for staying with on New Year's eve. I didn't know anyone there." he told her. She smiled. 

"Well now you do." She said, giving him a peck on the lips. "That was for New Years. The other one was for saving me. You aren't too bad honestly. How many before me?" she asked him with a smirk.

"Oh so are we together now?" he jested. She blushed a bit. "None, just you." he shrugged, turning and leaving her there to ponder whether he was telling the truth or not.
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So this is an idea I've had for a while. Been working the chemistry out between these two. The series doesn't have title yet, ideas are welcome. 
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:w00t: thank you very much for the :+fav: on The Echo of the Past :iconbouncyplz:
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Your work is great. You're very  much welcome :hug: a kiss?! :squee: 
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Thank you for your serious interest (and fav) of my Are You Serious?  =)
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You're welcome. It reminds me of my nightmares everytime I try and solve a rubik's cube XD. Good job man, keep it up please
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