Julie would've lost her job as a security guard months ago if she hadn't woke up to seeing a gang of thieves trying to break in on the monitors, more like they'd gotten in and were running from the scene of the crime. Instead of telling the truth that she was sleeping on the job and and had woken up barely to see them get off with the 'goods' so to speak. She had lied and said she had caught them on the camera coming back from a patrol around the building. Her boss had been unmoved by the speech she'd given, but more than disturbed at the beat down she'd given the trio of would be robbers. But thank the gods her shift was over hearing the knock on the glass pane, waking Julie from her slumber that was almost coma induced.

"Hey wake up." Her coworker had spoke up.

Shaking off the drowsiness, Julie waved off her coworker getting out of the both and to the locker room to change. The security uniform was tacky, so she had a change of clothes. Nothing great just a pair of bell bottom jeans and a loose fitting tie dye shirt, lost in the seventy or sixties craze. Whatever it was she liked that era since it had been the one of her freedom so to speak. Carrying the bag in hand, exhaling a sigh still tired but it could wait until later on. For now her stomach rumbled and her well 'supper' so to speak was calling.

"How's the job?" Julie had texted Enya. Knowing full well that the job scene had been harsh on her, Julie wasn't the one for tips either but tried to give helpful advice from time to time if it worked at all. Next message to Ziandar, "Your on your own for supper tonight." Not thinking that he was most of the time anyways.

Walking back to the apartment, part of the reason she choose the job is that it was so close to the apartment. She never bothered locking the door, after all who ever would break into their apartment would find it well uninviting to say the least. Exhaling a sigh as she walks in, coming to the fridge looking inside. "Damn..." Julie had mumbled. Closing the door before grabbing a bottle of Ouzo. Coming back outside to the patio. Pouring a glass, returning to the outside porch to take in the suns rays.

Enya Andrews

It was a text message alert that filled Enya with some hope from this dreary day. Hours upon hours spent saving up trying to make ends meet since losing her last job not long ago. The stress of normalcy weighed heavily and shown as Enya yawned nearly dropping her head forward from sleep deprivation. Juliette had sent a kind inquiry checking up on the hopeless violet eyed goddess, and that was the highlight of the day so far.

Juliette:
"How's the job?"

“I think they are displeased with me." Long fingernails began typing. "From all their scolding you’d think I was the bane of existence here. I still have 4 more hours…picking up some more overtime. Late dinner tonight? I can pay this time.” A finger tip pressed send at the bottom before placing the gadget into her locker in the back of the break room. Her little lull away from the front of Sosa, a fancy and highly praised coffee shop, had ended and it was her time to barista once again.

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“I asked for a double shot of expresso this is a weak single shot at best. Let me ask you a question young lady sense we are all born with brains in our heads why is it so difficult for you to take an order and make a simple drink correctly?” This woman’s rage was so prevalent that foam began to emerge through the corners of crimson lips like a rabid animal. Enya was waiting in terror the moment she would have to duck from the shot of saliva this woman would evidently spew in a moment’s notice.

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? No, I don’t want to talk with YOU any longer. GET ME YOUR MANAGER THIS INSTANT.” Two wrinkled hands slammed upon the marbled counter top causing everyone in the dark cherry establishment to gasp and stare with wide eyes. This act was the only thing to cause the infernal female to come back to reality after drifting away once again. Focusing with so much churning in ones mind proved a challenging task for Enya who infrequently picked up on a persons crime. She would be called out from straying from conversation occasionally but it was a side effect of being what she was.

“I apologize, can I rema—" Enya clenched both hands at her sides trying to restrain herself from screaming back at this woman because she would have made her listen. All of them would have but she was unable to even try civility since the business woman interrupted her with hands still on the counter.

“NO! WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DAMN IDIOT? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN I SPEAK TO SOMEONE WITH COMMEN SEN—“ Threatening words flew from the woman but Enya’s violet eyes drifted close for a moment sensing something quite unnatural. In a daze they fluttered open focusing on a man in his forties gathering his laptop with a smirk on his face, most likely from the scene this woman was causing. His hands pushed open the door with no wedding ring on his finger, and visions instantly flooded Enya nearly drowning her.

Perjury…unfilial conduct…possibly even murder? Almost everything the goddess despised this man was guilty of. The young girl he tormented—had to be his daughter, there were others in bright rooms as well. What were they doing there? Scared, frenzied…people took them away. One fought back, throwing a man clear across the room, veins bulging from underneath his skin—such strength. He was quickly restrained and injected with something. Is he a Supernatural to?

Without thought Enya left from behind the register with her apron still on and begun to follow this mysterious man. Her manager shouted her name a few times but she was on auto pilot unsure where her feet would take her. She walked down the street as he did until he waved for a cab. Clutching a leather briefcase a small white square fell from his expensive suit pocket into a puddle. Enya rushed over as soon as the clean shaven man left and picked up the item.



How coincidental.

A loud horn blared causing the auburn woman to step out of the road and back onto the street. This would be imperative to look into but not today. The card was put into the black apron’s front pocket as she trekked home in deep thought. Not even noticing she had made it home until an iron wrought gate halted further progression. Feet stopped midway after entering the premises before throwing a void glance toward her roommate before heading inside without word.

A single glass from the kitchen was snatched before heading back to Juliette’s location to sit down, pouring some of the Greek liquid into her glass as well and topping off Juliette’s. Enya sighed pressing two fingers toward her temple in ire, inhaling steadily in a meditative state. She brought the cup to pouty lips before taking a long drink from it before placing the glass down on her lap. A thought caused Enya to delve deeper into agitation, her cellphone and purse were left back at Sosa in the locker.

“Maybe a late dinner isn’t such a good idea. We should save our money until we get some more roommates. Do we have anything in the house?—probably not…” Enya leaned back in the chair crossing her legs. Slender fingers rotated the glass counterclockwise as russet locks slumped forward from her head looking down. Enya was not pleased in the least and this was visibly displayed upon her usually soft features. Try as she might she felt like a failure once again. Paying rent was nearly impossible for her to achieve as this would be the second job this month lost.

Alexandre, a centuries old barely human beast who had lived through violent era after violent era, sat nervously waiting, fearful of the job interview that would surely begin soon. His folded up wings twitched anxiously under the heavy jacket that concealed them as he glanced at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time.

He wasn't sure what had attracted him to the art gallery in the first place, or even why he chose to try and get a job as a security guard of all things. Perhaps it was part of his nature, if things like him even had a certain nature to begin with. The lobby of the gallery was quiet, but not empty. Some people meandered by Alex and the bench he was sitting on, often giving him a second curious glance or purposefully avoiding eye contact altogether. It was his face. He could conceal his wings and his feet but he couldn't hide his face. It didn't bother him all that much, though. After ninety-four years of living amongst humans, Alexandre had gotten used to it. He shifted in his seat again, lifting his backpack up to his lap.

A nearby door labeled 'Employees Only' flew open with a bang as a gruff older man stepped out of it. The man looked around the lobby impatiently, quickly spotting Alexandre and approaching him. As Alex stood up to greet him, the man sized him up, eyes traveling from feet to head quizzically. After a moment, the man stuck his hand out to shake and asked, “Alex, right? You're here for the security guard position?”

“That's right.” Alex said, shaking the man's hand with pent up energy.

“Got it, I'm Jim. Well, we could certainly use an extra pair of...” The older man's brow furrowed at Alex's handshake. He looked down at the appendage and muttered an end to his sentence. “...hands.”

“Birth defect.” Alexandre half-explained and half-lied, releasing his grip. “Got it in the feet, too.” They both looked down at his shoes, which were too long and too wide. In truth, they hid his monstrous feet which would never look normal no matter how often he filed down the claw-like nails. The extra claw coming out of the back of his heel was great for balancing, but not so great for normalcy. “I always have to get shoes special ordered.”

“Oh, okay, gotcha.” Jim laughed, sounding relieved. “I thought you worked part time as a clown, or something.” He motioned for Alex to follow him as he started walking towards the employee door, no doubt leading him to an office where they could speak in private.

“And wore the shoes to a job interview?” Alex questioned, following the man obediently.

“Hey, you'd be surprised. Sometimes I feel like they've got me running a circus, or at least the freak show. I swear I've got a few narcoleptics on the roster.” Jim complained, opening the door for Alex before stepping through himself.

“Well, I don't think I would've made a good clown anyway.” Alexandre said, trying to fill the empty air with useless words.

Jim snorted in agreement before they reached another door. Inside was a brightly lit but unsightly office, with a desk covered in loose papers, one of which Alex recognized as his application. “Take a seat then, Alex.” Jim said, gesturing to a thin office chair across from the desk. Self conscious, the man started half-heartedly moving some of the papers around in an attempt to clear up the desk. “Sorry 'bout the mess.”

“It's no problem.” Alexandre assured, sitting down carefully in the small chair, not wanting to strain it with his bulk.

“Okay then, now, here's the thing.” Jim sat down at last, moving the job application to the center of the desk. “Your paperwork here is a bit...funky.”

“Funky.” Alex stated rather than asked. He knew perfectly well there were problems with it.

“Yeah, I mean,” He tapped the paper with his pen, pointing to each issue. “I mean, no social security number, no references to speak of, not even an address, and I can barely read your surname here...” Jim squinted at the scribble.

“It's Babineaux.” Alexandre swallowed uncomfortably, his mouth dry at the sound of Lucrèce's name. Perhaps he shouldn't have used it and made one up instead.

Jim shook his head disbelievingly. “Look, I gotta say, if we had more applications than this, then I woulda threw this one out the second I saw it. But yours is the only one to come by to be honest, so I'm grasping at straws here. I just need an explanation, is all. I mean, why no social security number? And what's with the backpack? “ Jim gestured at the bag next to Alex, which sat on the floor like an elephant in the room. “You're too old to be a student.”

“I'm not a student, it's just that...” Alex wracked his brain for an explanation.

“Looks pretty heavy.” Jim said frankly, leaning over his desk to get a better look at it.

“Well, to be honest, I keep everything I am in that bag.”

“What, you mean...homeless?” Jim asked, arching an eyebrow.

“For now. Until I can get some money.” Alexandre said confidently, even though he was making this up as he went along.

“...And the social security number?” Jim asked slowly. Before Alex could muster up an excuse, Jim provided one for him. “Oh...I get it. You don't like the system, do ya? Avoiding Big Brother?”

Alexandre laughed, but tried not to show too many of his teeth. “Yep. You got it. We have rights, you know?”

Jim nodded, satisfied and proud of his deductive abilities. “That we do. Well, it's a bit fishy but we're really short handed right now. I wouldn't normally do this...” he scratched his head as Alex listened in anticipation. “...plus it's gonna take some doin' to pay you when you don't have a number and all. Might take some explaining to the boss...or lack of explaining, more like...”

“So...” Alex started, clenching his hands anxiously.

“I guess what I'm saying is...” Jim began, thinking carefully. Then he looked up at Alexandre and asked, “...when can ya start?”

Alex stood up quickly in excitement and shook Jim's hand again enthusiastically. “Whenever you like.”

“Day after tomorrow. Hell, come on in sometime tomorrow anyway and I'll show you around the place, let you meet some of the folks.” Jim grinned, though he was visibly disturbed by the gargoyle's touch again. Alexandre nodded in understanding as his new boss showed him out.

Once he left the building and was greeted by the cooling air, Alexandre took a deep breath and slipped his bag onto his shoulders. People walked by him like they always did, and nothing looked different, but to him it felt like a new world. It was time to feel normal again.

The sound of his phone vibrating broke Ziander from his focus of the job he had. Currently he worked in a small bookshop, the only place he could focus on working without being bombarded with to many scents at once. He could tune out the noises if he chose to but it was the smells that drove him mad from his previous jobs. He had learned there were many perks from becoming what he was over the years but his now overly sensitive acute nose was not one in the city. So there he was an employee in a book shop, not where he thought his life was going before the attack but after the attack he had to change plans with his life. Slowly he was trying to work himself back to the path that he had planned while getting accustomed of the beast that just resided underneath his skin and slept in the back of his mind.

He reached into his pocket grabbing the phone seeing that there were no customers that needed help. He read the text from Julie quickly and gave a chuckle."Don't I always fend for myself when it comes to dinner?" he said to himself putting his phone away. Finding roommates similar to him was the turning point and means of hoping things could still be good. So far he couldn't complain about it and they were nice people at least. It was odd to think that they might be older then they looked but even he had the potential of living a rather long life, if the wolf didn't get any dumb ideas while he was out and about during the full moon. He could change outside the full moon but it wasn't a habit he wanted to get use to and once again in the middle of the city it probably would be a bad idea to shift at will.

A few minutes later his shift was done and he was on his way back to the apartment. It wasn't a short distance from the shop to the apartment but Ziander felt always better walking rather then taking the cab. The cab felt like a cage which made that wolf that slept in his head bristle in agitation as if it was trapped. So to appease the wolf at least, he walked always, unless with one of his roommates, the wolf seemed to at least calm slightly with one of the people it considered a pack member was with them.

"Just another day of a somewhat normal life," Ziander said to himself crossing a street, the sounds and scents bombarding him as he attempted to tune them out. He reached home relatively quickly and without even thinking joined Julie and Enya on the porch, not entering the apartment."Funny your text made me think I was going to be alone for dinner, I could then shift and chew on the couch if that was the case then," he joked.

"Welcome to Maverick's Toys! How can I help you today?" Leonard assumed the typical fake smile and overly confident posture of a retail Floor Manager, despite his current designation as Sales Associate; a glorified way of saying Clerk. And he eyed the shapely young blonde who just walked in as much as he could. Sure, he risked offending her and losing his job, but he didn't care. And the customer didn't seem to care that he was looking either.

"Actually, I'm looking for a boardgame to bring to a family gathering. Just something that will keep the kids occupied."

Leonard perked up at the chance to have some fun. Sure this girl had a nice body, but something in her voice bored him nearly to tears. And he couldn't tell what it was. 

"You know," he started "the problem with most boardgames is that they get stale after a little while. But I do believe we have an old classic that will do just the trick!" And at once he began walking to the section where they kept Ouija Boards.

Alas when he got there he came face to face with all 98 lbs (not including boots, purse or makeup) of friendly neighborhood goth chick who was the bane of his employment. Janey. She was five foot three, slender as a corpse and jus as pale with long blue black hair and soft green eyes, and clad in lace and leather and silver chains. The fifteen year old girl had an interest in witchcraft and a rebellious streak the size of The Grand Canyon.

A century ago, he would have made her his plaything without so much as a blink. And everytime he saw her now, he felt that temptation anew. She was so naive, so ripe for the picking. She would have eaten up his old shtick like it was a buffet dinner. And he would have feasted upon her innocence with even more hunger, degrading her body and mind until all that remained was a husk of her former self.  The torture of being in her presence was akin to taking a former addict, who'd been clean for decades, to a debaucherous Hollywood party. It tested every ounce of his willpower.

"Janey, what are you doing here? You know your parents have expressly forbidden us from selling you Ouija, or anything else from our sleight of hand section."

"Oh come on, Len. A girl can dream, can't she?" She was looking at him and then at his customer. She gave the older woman a cocked eyebrow as if she were the goth.

Leonard quickly fumbled with the Ouija Boards, handing one to his customer and assuring her that there would be someone at the check out counter to assist her. He then turned back to the teen. "Don't you have a cemetery to hang out in, or a coven to form, or something?"

"I thought those weren't real?" She mocked, citing something he'd said to her several  times before.

"Hasn't stopped you from wanting one of these stupid boards." He was getting too frustrated and angry. The girl was pushing his buttons and he hadn't even realized it. He hadn't realized how close he had come to her or how violent his voice was becoming, even though it was not loud. "If you want to talk to a demon so badly...!"

He caught himself. That one was a little too close. But she was no fool. Now she was certain he knew more than he let on, whereas before that little outburst it was just a hunch.

"Oh, don't go all quiet on me now, Len." She said in a near whisper. Her voice was getting a little too devious as she went on. "Tell me. What should I do if I want to talk to a demon so badly? Hmmm?"

"Quit watching horror movies and playing videogames, and get a life." He started walking away as he spoke.

Looks like today is going to be a real fun time, he thought sarcastically.

Julie had taken half a sip from the glass before Enya's message popped up on her phone or rather notified her since it had been sitting her pocket as the vibrations went off as an alert. Exhaling a prolonged yawn before pulling the phone from her pocket, but with the sun so bright out she basked in it for a moment before taking another drink and to look at the phone.

Enya
“I think they are displeased with me." Long fingernails began typing. "From all their scolding you’d think I was the bane of existence here. I still have 4 more hours…picking up some more overtime. Late dinner tonight? I can pay this time.”

She owed Enya much... well her life pretty much and had found a sister in the reborn woman. More of a family than she had ever had. But she had to admit she was bit dense sometimes, reminding her that she didn't technically 'eat' food. She could for aesthetic reasons but would get no real nutrition from things. Stuck to eating microwaved pig and cow hearts, which was better than leaving a trail of corpses along. A vegetarian of sorts. But Julie was proud of the fact she hadn't broke down in over two years now, but the temptation was always there. Always pondering in the back of the head why was it the heart or children her kind had to eat, hell being vampire would've been better. Drain them a bit, compel them and poof be done.

Time had seem to fly by as a quarter of the liquor was gone already...already? Shaking her head a bit, but as Julie did she noticed Enya giving her a void look. Julie knew what that meant and well it could be worse really. The question now was to ask what had happened, interesting as it was perhaps she didn't want to rub a bad day further in Enya's face. But instead raised a toast for the two of them.

"To you not nutting up and freaking out completely and to me for well not eating the kid down the road." Julie mussed a laugh, but the temptation there was almost insatiable. Just wanting unhinge her jaws for once and eat the brat. "Remember I don't eat like you do, I'm the freak eating animal hearts fresh from the microwave. But I got a some money if you wanna order take out or something." Pulling a small wad of cash from her rear pocket for Enya.

"That take out place is hiring. If a customer gets mad just start sputtering in 'our' tongue and they leave it at damn foreigner. Its what I did when I worked there." Mussing a slight laugh remembering her days working there.

Waving to Ziander as he approached. The comic relief or so Julie thought, she had to give him some gruff for being a wolf and the other half he just walked into it. But it was a laugh and all in good fun. Raising her glass to him, welcoming the man back from another day behind tideious volumes of books and flipping pages. Something she couldn't see herself doing but perhaps for Enya it would be a better slower paced job, that could be held for more than a week or two. The idea was entertaining.

"Yea but last time you did that you marked the whole apartment and got into our undergarments remember. I swear that wolf inside you is as dirty as they come. A perverted version of the one in red ridding hood." Having to laugh, just thinking about that moment. Julie would never let Ziander live that moment down. Sure she had to buy a whole new wardrobe but honestly it was way too funny, even despite the fact

"You guys get any hits on your phones about people needing a place to crash?" Curious, seeing as she put all three of their numbers in the article after the initial posting. Perhaps they'd gotten a hit from anyone and seeing how blistering hot it was at least it was to the others probably that no one would come strolling down to take a look. Propping her feet up on the edge of the porch, sipping once more sitting with Ziander and Enya.

Alexandre was starting to regret not choosing to settle down somewhere colder.

The sun beat down on him and his heavy leather jacket as he walked down the street. He hated his jacket, but it was the only one that hid his wings. The smell of leather, the texture, and the thought of wearing skin disgusted him. Coupled with the heat of day, it was doing him no favors. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't take it off, not in front of people. He had been walking for some time since he had left the art gallery. It wasn't aimless wandering; he had been looking for a safe place to lay low and return to stone for the night. He was only a few hours away from not having a choice in the matter.

As Alexandre drifted to the right slightly, his right foot made a dull impact against a bright red newspaper dispenser. He blinked, remembering that he hadn't bought one today. The newspaper was old-fashioned, but Alex always made sure to buy one everyday. It was simply what he was used to.

Paying for the paper and retrieving it from the stand, Alexandre decided that he simply couldn't read through it in this heat. He craned his neck around, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that had air conditioning. The closest store's sign stood out. It read: Maverick's Toys. Good enough. Hopefully there weren't any kids to accidentally terrify inside.

As he stepped through the doors, cool air washed over Alex like a tidal wave of comfort, punctuated by the ringing of a bell above the door. He took a deep breath and surveyed the place. Not too crowded; some employees and customers hanging around, but not as much as he would like. More people made it easier to blend in, and he was loitering after all. Alex, grinding his teeth, picked an aisle and started to flip through the paper, making sure to pretend to look through the products if someone came by. He skipped everything else to find the classifieds, he could read the news later. What mattered now was finding somewhere to stay, maybe even for a few weeks if he was lucky.

He had no luck at first. Everything seemed far out of his price range, and nothing seedy enough to let him stay the first night free. He was about to give up when he saw a strange little ad tucked in the bottom corner of the page. Reading through it, it seemed like a joke. A joke that was too good to be true. It was very close to his new place of employment, and the price was right but the wording was strange...'Supernatural'? There was no way that it was actually catering to the unnatural. Alexandre had never met another non-human before. Clearly it was just some people with a strange sense of humor.

It was a long shot, but he had to take the chance. He quickly grabbed a small box of markers from the arts and crafts section and took them to the checkout. After he payed for them with what little money he had left, he both circled the advertisement and wrote the address quickly in his notepad. Unbeknownst to Alex, the classifieds section of the paper had fallen out of his hands and onto the floor. After thanking the cashier, he shoved both the markers and the rest of the paper into his backpack, walking quickly out of the store and heading back to the address he wrote down. If this worked out, it could make his life considerably easier.

The sun bared down on him again. God, he missed his old caped greatcoat.
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It wasn't long before Alexandre reached the place, though for him every minute counted. He still had some time before he had to rest, but he could feel it approaching. Relief rushed through him as he double checked his notebook, making sure that it was the right place. Out in front he saw a group of three people enjoying the very weather that was still wearing him down. Two women and a man were deep in conversation and apparently enjoying a drink together.

Alexandre cleared his throat and stepped towards them slowly. “Excuse me? I'm here about the rooms? I saw it in the paper...” He held up the newspaper he had bought earlier, but noticed with some embarrassment that he had lost the classifieds section. “...but I misplaced the ad, apparently.”

Enya Andrews

Enya toasted by tilting the glass toward Juliette but blinked long lashes a few times before finally smirking lightly, coming to the conclusion that Juliette was cracking a joke. It was the Lamia’s gruesome past that almost caused her downfall by the exact Supernatural she shared celebration with, however. Furies, like Valkyries were one of the justified races that chose who lived and who died in a sense. These infernal goddesses strictly followed a set of rules for avenging the wronged; otherwise, these hostile females were sure to kill for no legitimate reason and upset the balance. This code was the only line separating them from a regular mass murderer or serial killer but in hindsight they could be viewed as the exact same in human perspective.

A trail of blood followed Enya for a time; only a few months after leaving the Andrew’s home did she exercise her right to execute the deserving. It was Juliette who altered her perspective but that was not to say they did not share a few heated discussions. One does not simply change a furie’s mind on means of punishment. They only live to extract revenge and were created for this very reason. Enya noticed over time Juliette’s willpower to change her own ways by not continuing to indulge in her--rather horrifying appetite. Speaking of which, Enya always tried in vain to get the Lamia to eat regular food.

“Forgive me.” Enya conveyed shame in a sigh but shook her head when flashed a wad of cash from her friend’s pocket. “No no. I am sure there are some noodles with imitation chicken broth in the cupboard. That will have to suffice." When first manifested Enya refused to give into her human needs by instead rebelling against them. Illness befell her of course and from then on she had to remind herself the simple human burdens like eating and sleeping were a necessity. She finds these things a nuisance to this day and can be heard occasionally bickering about it to herself.

“Uh.” She said digested by Juliette’s suggestion. “I couldn’t possibly work around sustenance. You don’t have to eat while I am obligated to.” After ending the sentence the third roommate gradually meandered to the porch. Ziander, a werewolf that always livened the sometimes dim atmosphere with his quirks.

Enya found the rugged man amusing at times and his debauchery around the full moon hardly phased the furie. In the past Enya had often wondered around their Supernatural chalet barely dressed until Juliette gave her a motherly scolding. Such acts were natural she thought but not exactly appropriate around just anyone. Even though Ziander wouldn’t harm a hair on her head modesty should be practiced in general, notably.

“No one but...I would not know recently.” She replied in displeasure about leaving her cell and purse at her ex-employment building. A hand poured another glass of the crystal clear liquid. Enya took to this Greek drink like a pro--for obvious reasons but other alcoholic drinks did not quite settle within her. She was a light weight and had gotten plastered accidentally one too many times—and each time a memorable disaster with either roommate holding her hair back while she rid the contents gracelessly.

It was a strange form approaching the home that made Enya’s head tilt to the side curiously. A towering man with pointed features one could not easily avoid scanning. He seemed nervous which was endearing but also distracted. According to this man he desired a residence. “Your attire is quite odd. Are you not sweltering in this weather?” Enya said in a casual yet matter-of-factly way unintentionally ignoring his question. Never was her motive to hurt but her social skills were still in need of some work along with her ability to handle empathy. Poor Juliette and the Andrew’s family would be smothered with an annoyingly innocent question and statement: Why or I do not understand for a good chunk of their living together.

"Will you ever let that go, the wolf said he was sorry," Ziander replied with a slight chuckle. In the wolf's means of apologizing about the event Julie spoke about he had brought a heart from a kill. Of course smuggling an animal heart into the city wasn't easy but he had managed it without any mayhem coming out of it. He could imagine trying to explain why he was carrying an animal heart to a cop.

"Plus I did you a favor anyways, you needed new clothes," he joked, "Or you could of walked around naked. Like you said I'm just a perverted wolf with two beautiful women." It was all in good fun and he would never harm either of them. For a brief few seconds it was quiet feeling as if things couldn't be better. Then Julie asked the question that shattered that dream.

"Nah nothing yet," Ziander sighed ",My phone's been dead all day." Right when he said that though low and behold someone appeared. Enya began the talking when the man mentioned he had seen the ad in the paper. Now the wolf was on alert, wondering if the person before them was friend or foe, someone who would need to be driven away. Of course Ziander was willing to accept anyone and he shoved the wolf's feelings aside the best he could to not scare the person away by doing something stupid.