1x1 with Scotty and xXForeverMore

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He kept his face friendly and his smile easy, resisting the urge to lunge at her, as the blonde-haired girl snarled at him. He wasn't going to let a measly werewolf get to him. Instead, he focused on the brunette and ignored the blonde entirely. "I must thank you for the instructions," He said. They wouldn't necessarily get lost in this city, but with the directions, the trio could get to their location faster. "Oh, and I am Cameron Helms, at you're service." He informed, giving her a small bow. Some of his vocabulary and actions were certainly out of date, but old habits die hard. He was born in the 17th century after all, a time where even astronomy was new. At least he doesn't refer to himself as Charles anymore. That name quick disperse from Cameron's mind at a time right after he was changed into the vampire he is now.

[Scotty]

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Amelia smiled at his bow. "Hmmm, a sevententh century man I see," She said, holding back a laugh. She's done a project in high school on the habits of the 17th century man, and now as she studied him, he screamed old fashioned. No wonder the he'd get lost in the city.
A wimper sounded beside her, and Amelia glanced over at Tessa, who had a first in her mouth, and frowned. She could see her friend shivering slightly, and sighed when her friend gave her a pleading look.
"Go," Amelia wispered faintly, before Tessa stood up and bolted between the other two werewolves and out of the park. Not the best time to Change.
"Please excuse her absence," She said formally, although she knew the two hadn't taken a liking to each other anyway. The only thing that worried her now, was how she was sitting down on the grassy floor, while three vampires stood poised around her. It made her uneasy.

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"Of course." He said politely as he watched the other wolf run away from him. The action didn't surprise him very much, but then again, nothing really surprises this vampire anymore. He lived through many centuries after all. Part of him was really thankful that she left. Some of the tension was lifted from the air already. It would have prevented a fight which would ultimately get all of them in big trouble. Cameron could feel two sets of eyes burning into his back. He didn't have to turn around to know that Rosalyn and Zayne were now both peering at me curiously. We had spent more time than needed in this park. He already had to directions, so why continue to talk to the enemy? That was probably what they were trying to figure out.

Holding up his hand, he took a quick glance at the watch on his wrist. The golden coloring of the watch reflected the light from above. He would have still been using a pocket watch if it weren't for Rosalyn. It was already getting late. The sun had already dipped into the horizon, but some of it's light still shined over the trees. The street lamps in the park were all lit now and most of the people had already left. "I think it's time to take our leave now." He told her, his lips curled into a small smile.

{I am soooo sorry I haven't posted for days! I had exams this week and it was really chaotic!}

[Scotty]

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"Pleasure meeting you," Amelia said, reaching down and throwing Tessa's stuff in her bag. She glanced at her watch, it was about time she left too. She knew Tessa was likely to turn up half drowned at the apartment anytime soon.
It happened everytime one of them Changed. They run around, usually pointlessly, killing a few animals, ruining a few forests, and return panting and dirty, and sometimes bloody, at the front step of their apartment.

She stood up, and brushed the grass and dirt off her backside, not taking her eyes off the two vampires behind Cameron. His friends didn't seem very hospitable. She gathered he was the head of their little group, and laughed inwardly. She didn't understand the ways of vampires.

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"The pleasure's all mine." He replied smiling as he quickly turned around. Zayne and Rosalyn were both already gone. They probably slipped away when he was distracted, talking to the werewolf and were on their way to the condo. With quick strides, he walked out of the park without a second glance. Once he stepped outside of the park, Cameron started using his abnormal speed to catch up to his companions. As he ran, all of his surroundings seem to slow down and stretch. He could remember his first few times running at full speed; he would always keep slamming into trees and it made his head spin once he stopped. Luckily, he had years of practice and practically mastered it by now. None of the humans could see him when he's going that fast either. These little benefits that come with being a vampire amused Cameron and he would always use them to his advantage no matter what the situation.

He knew where they were even before he saw them. Cameron could easily pick up the terrible stench of tobacco leaves from the air. He knew that it came from Zayne since the younger vampire would always smoke a cigarette. The scent would always annoy Cameron's nose, but he didn't complain about it. It was just a little thing and it kept Zayne calm so he let it go. Gradually lowering the speed of his legs, Cameron came to a complete stop right in front of a large building. Peering at the brown-hair boy standing by the entrance, he raised an eyebrow. "She's inside checking in." Zayne informed after taking a drag from the cigarette. Nodding his head, Cameron headed for the front doors and slipped inside.

[Scotty]

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"[u]Amelia waited in the park a for a few moments after Cameron left, before checking their spot and made her way slowly home. She had the ability to run faster and longer than any human, but she felt like a silent stroll, to think about things.
These days, she hadn't been sleeping. She was plagued by nightmares of her parents kicking her out. She'd never talked about it with anyone, so the secret was a plagued to her and noone else knew.
No one else knew the way her parents tried to torture the wolf from inside. Amelia could remeber all of it perfectly, with sharp clarity. And at the end, how they had thrown her into the lonely abyss, not caring what happened.
She shrugged the memories away as she unlocked her front door and stepped inside.

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S l e e p was a natural thing; all organism needed it. Even though they don't have to, sometimes even vampires needed to do it, mostly the inexperienced fledglings. They might need sleep, but Cameron surely didn't. He never liked it after he was turned. It was mostly because it was like slipping into a dark, bottomless abyss for him. He lost the ability to dream once he was turned which saddened him greatly. He's completely forgotten the fell of waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare.

Leaving Zayne and Rosalyn in their suite for a rest, Cameron exited through the window, jumping many floors onto the solid concrete below. He landed on his feet and was unharmed, but the impact left a spiderweb of cracks on the ground. There was no one walking in the streets. They were all probably in their homes, peacefully asleep. Stuffing his hands into his jeans pocket, Cameron proceeded to walk, glancing around at the buildings occasionally. This time, he was at regular human speed.

[Scotty]

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Amelia had barely been home a few minutes when Tessa tunred up, ragged and out of breath, but reletively unharmed. Her roomate didn't say a word, just wandered past and into her room, shutting the door. Amelia guessed Tessa wanted to sleep.
Amelia, though, couldn't be more awake. She scribbled a note onto a piece of paper and left it on the counter, before slipping from her dress and Changing.

The wind through her pelt felt phenomonal. She pounded down the empty streets, making her way towards the forest on the other side of town. She had keen senses, and could tell when humans were around, and was able to slip from sight before they spotted her.
She didn't even make the connection when she turned down Red Street

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H e walked silently down the street with his head down, directing his eyes to the ground. The cobalt blue hoodie he wore clung onto his body with the hood over his head. Like always, there was a thoughtful expression that fastened itself upon his features. On his free time, he usually thinks about his past and family. After Cameron magically "disappeared" off the face of the Earth, they were devastated. They tried everything to look for him, but it was a hopeless cause. Eventually they moved on and he was forgotten. Cameron would always watch over his great grandchildren over the generations, meeting each and every one of them at different times. It made him happy that they were alive and happy, but what saddened him was that they could move on in time while he was stick, frozen in place.

Cameron paused momentarily when his nose caught the familiar whiff of a werewolf that was going towards him. Even though he was daydreaming, it was impossible to miss the scent. It wasn't in a human form this time, but a wolf form. Sighing, Cameron closed his eyes and shook his head. He never liked werewolves, even if he always acted civil with them, and running into three of them in a day really annoyed him. When he opened his eyes, the vampire could see the wolf stalking up to him.

[Scotty]

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Amelia stopped still when the burning scent of vampire hit her. She froze, and saw Cameron staring at her. She sighed, knowing he probably wouldn't make the connection to easily. She barked softly, not a angry bark, but a soft, inviting bark. She cocked her head, the wolf way of greeting a friend. She took Cameron as the kind of guy who knew a lot about everything, and hoped silently he knew a little bit of wolf behaviour.
Times were rough between the species, and she hoped he wouldn't think she was looking for a fight. She was tired, and surely wouldn't win in a fight to the death against a 17th century vampire. She bowed her head, dropping her gaze from his eyes, to avoid agression.

That was when she saw it, a little patch of dirt that had spilled from a potplant on the sidewalk. The potplant was advertising a floral shop, and must've been knocked over earlier, for it was standing the right way up now. She strode over, and grazed her paw through it gingerly.

A M E L I A

She shook her paw, willing the dirt that clung to her russet for off, before padding back a few paces. All she could do now was wait