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Kayla laid on the floor, bruised and beat up. She had stake marks too.
Jay didn't find any of them there and frowned. Did she leave him? There was only one way to find out, to follow her scent trail. He walked outside and began following the remains of her scent trail.
Cat: What do I get out of it? Vincent: One kickbutt boyfriend/bodyguard. And you know, a destined love. Cat: Oh that. I'll take it.
Her ideal date is dinner on a rooftop or hanging out on a fire escape.
Cat, don't you get it? You are my gem.
The thing is that you can't control your heart/ The thing just does what it wants.
Jay blinked in confusion. I know her smell. Kyra. He kept that in mind as he searched the mix, recognizing hers after a few moments and setting on the trail as swiftly as he could, mind racing.
Cat: What do I get out of it? Vincent: One kickbutt boyfriend/bodyguard. And you know, a destined love. Cat: Oh that. I'll take it.
Her ideal date is dinner on a rooftop or hanging out on a fire escape.
Cat, don't you get it? You are my gem.
The thing is that you can't control your heart/ The thing just does what it wants.
Jay looked at them. "I've come for-to see- Kyra." He said quietly, knowing she had gone back to the pack. She had left him, hadn't she? He wasn't good enough, was he?
Cat: What do I get out of it? Vincent: One kickbutt boyfriend/bodyguard. And you know, a destined love. Cat: Oh that. I'll take it.
Her ideal date is dinner on a rooftop or hanging out on a fire escape.
Cat, don't you get it? You are my gem.
The thing is that you can't control your heart/ The thing just does what it wants.
Damon whined softly as he knelt down, he used pieces of clothing, unable to find a first aid kit, he patched her up, best as he could.
"That traitor? Why do you want to talk to her?" the one asked, "Wait, are you the freaks father?" the other asked with a laugh, "Maybe if you hurry you can gather up their remains."