RHYS MCEVOY
Psychic
Posts: 45
Age:
22
Occupation:
Owner of Kitschy Kitschy Coo
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mandy Reid
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 21, 2024 18:25:33 GMT
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Post by RHYS MCEVOY on Aug 22, 2021 17:52:54 GMT
 The music blasted from the speakers, probably audible from every car that crept past him on campus. He’d never updated the Bug enough for it to have anything even as modern as a CD player but Rhys had never found that it bothered him. Tapes came in to the store all the time, bands that hadn’t made it out of the 80s, home made mix tapes sold off at yard sales, something always interesting in what others chose to patch together. Lives were revealed in those random selections, told song by song as he slipped them into the tape player on trips like this. This one had been in a box, the names ‘Reba’ scrawled across the label, but the liner had been long gone. The A side had been all those big 80s power ballads, ending on the Bangles wailing about an eternal flame. The B side…
He laughed as Robert Palmer burst out with ‘Addicted to Love’. He guessed whoever had loved Reba enough to make her the tape hadn’t been as addicted as he needed to be in the end, or perhaps Reba had held onto it in the name of nostalgia in the end, her kids tossing it in the end. Another remnant of a life gone by.
Rhys started to sing along, head bobbing in time with Robert Palmer’s familiar tune, fingers tapping lightly at the wheel. He’d mark up a liner for this one when he got back, put it others on the rack that’d proven weirdly popular since he’d started. Whatever had happened to Reba in the end, someone else would appreciate that taste of 80s nostalgia, the same way he did.
The trees started to whizz by on either side of the road, the trip back to Mystic Falls one he’d made daily since he’d started at college. Most other kids stayed on campus and he had for a few weeks but when he’d seen the pounds start dropping off of his dad’s lean frame again, he’d given up his dorm room, made that move back home. School was close enough to drive to for classes each day and this way he could keep his eye on his dad, make sure that he wasn’t just wasting away in the attic, withering down to nothing but skin and bones as he furiously worked to escape his own demons. It was like the two of them had kept each other going, in the way Rhys imagined his mom would’ve wanted them to do. Was it giving him the full college experience? Probably not, but he’d always known exactly where he was going anyway.
Like his mom before him, Kitschy Kitschy Coo was gonna be his baby.
Robert Palmer gave way to Bon Jovi, Jon imploring them all to raise their hands before Cher cracked in. There was no skipping with tapes, even if he hadn’t always had a sweet spot for the Diva – supposedly one of his mom’s favourites, always putting the gleam of a tear in his dad’s eye whenever The Shoop Shoop song came on the radio. Their song. Rhys felt that faint ache in his chest now, the poignancy of ‘If I Can Turn Back Time’ striking as it always did.
When the guy on the side of the road came into view around a corner, Rhys’ throat was already thick. He reached up to punch stop on the tape, dark eyes narrowing as he studied him. The Sheriff had made it clear how dangerous the woods were after dark but at this time of year it was still light now. Light enough that he probably would’ve dragged his dad out in the garden to eat dinner, soak up a little sunlight that he wouldn’t have gotten hidden away at work. Rhys coasted in towards the figure, coming to a stop in front of him and winding the window down. No fancy little button to do it in the Bug. ”Hey, you doing OK?” His throat worked as he glanced around. There was no sign of another vehicle out here but there were always hikers and campers out here, ignoring the Sheriff’s warnings … getting hurt. Remembering the flash he’d gotten when he’d found where the professor had been hurt on campus Rhys stiffened slightly in his seat. Things went on here even when you didn’t see them with your own two eyes or read about them in the papers.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Sept 8, 2021 16:24:00 GMT
Furious was an understatement. His phone buzzed before the sun had even started to rise that morning. He needed to head down to Ruby Slipper urgently to sort out some kind of mess. Again, mess was an understatement. The previous evening some out of town vampires, most of them ancient, decided to swing by the bar with some human companions. They drank, partied and left a pile of bodies in the bar to be cleaned up by Hector and the others. Lincoln and Hannya weren’t picking up their phones, despite a dozen calls all with an angry voicemail attached to them. Yelling down the phone about the state of the bar and why didn’t they call him down the previous night. Baby vampires in a bar full of older ones were never going to end well but he thought Hannya would have done something now he’d promoted her. The only one who turned up was Lawrence, who felt the full wrath of Hector’s rage. The pair started to clear the bodies out of the body one by one, trying to figure out where to dump them. Their only option was to scatter them around the town and surrounding areas in the hope it would be a number of weeks until they were found. The next step was to wipe the CCTV of them entering the club. He loved the club and the bar, but it was moments like this that made him reconsider his decision to take over. Though it wasn’t so much taking over, rather stealing it from another vampire and falsifying documents. Hector’s specialty. But he’d come to Mystic Falls to live a quiet life for a few years. Pretending to be one of those humans with a white picket fence and neatly mowed lawn. One who grows their own vegetables. It was never going to happen, but Hector liked to tell himself that was his intention when he arrived in town. He was always going to fall back into dodgy dealings and illegal activities. It kept that fire burning inside him and made eternity worthwhile. The thrill and adrenaline that came with it were enticing. The same thrill he’d been chasing for centuries now. He’d clung onto it so hard back in New York, but it slipped through his fingers once the police rumbled their operation. He was forced to leave the city and chase the high elsewhere. The problem was Mystic Falls was too small to cause too much chaos. Missing people didn’t go noticed and bodies almost always got found which is why Hector had Lawrence throw a few humans in the water running under Wickery Bridge. Hopefully, they would be taken downstream elsewhere. Dealing with the dead bodies was a thing of the past for Hector. Nowadays he preferred keeping the humans alive. There was nothing worse than having to deal with a dead weight after crashing down from the blood high. It could be a buzzkill. Hector had instructed Lawrence to head back to the bar to collect the final load as he lingered on the skirts of the woods. If the police pulled Lawrence over then it would be his problem, not Hectors. It was only another two hours before the bar was due to be open and there were still smears of blood to be cleaned off the wall. He slid his phone out of his phone once more. Still nothing from Hannya or Lincoln, which led to another voicemail to the pair, though he had now calmed down from the rage he was feeling that morning. He couldn’t be too pissed at Lincoln. The kid had barely been a vampire for all of five minutes, but he still had ten working fingers that could have texted Hector sooner. He stood, with his arms folded across his chest, as he spotted another vehicle heading towards him. Hector frowned slightly. It wasn’t Lawrence. He sighed quietly as the vehicle slowed down and came to a halt alongside him. He hadn’t even stuck his thumb out to flag down this stranger. He stooped as the window came down, the voice inside asking if he was okay. Hector pressed his lips together for a moment, “Hello...” Dark eyes surveyed the car for a moment. Big enough to hold a few dead bodies, “So glad you stopped… there's a girl in the woods who appears to be hurt. I tried calling 911 but my signal is awful… can you help?”RHYS MCEVOY |
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RHYS MCEVOY
Psychic
Posts: 45
Age:
22
Occupation:
Owner of Kitschy Kitschy Coo
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mandy Reid
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 21, 2024 18:25:33 GMT
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Post by RHYS MCEVOY on Nov 7, 2021 17:57:38 GMT
As a kid he’d heard about the weird things that had happened in town on and off for as long as people could remember. Tucked under one of the tables at the shop, playing with the action figures that come in, GI Joe trying to wage war on Luke Skywalker, while his dad joked about the town’s former ‘vampire’ problem with a tourist or spoke in more hushed tones about someone being found dead out in the woods. Later he’d reassure him, Rhys staring up at his dad like every word out of his mouth was going to be the gospel truth when he tucked him in and promised him it was all just stories, they were safe at home.
From the monsters at least.
You couldn’t predict when your own body would turn against you or the universe itself. Rhys had learned the difference as he’d grown old enough to read the newspapers himself. If you had a weak vessel in your brain that gave no warning you couldn’t protect yourself against its catastrophic blowout, if you were inexperienced and you stumbled off a trail in thick woods, you had a chance of not making it back to any path alive. It was horrific but a truth you couldn’t avoid.
Over the last couple of years those horrific truths seemed to have found the front pages more and more often. He’d find his dad frowning over them in the mornings, the newspaper that thudded down on the porch at 6am every day spread on the table in front of him. Grim stories for a town that should’ve been too idyllic for any of them but nature was a beast with teeth and claws even outside of the fictional worlds they built with dice and little lead figures. Nature bit and clawed and left bodies like fallen leaves out here. Nature wasn’t about to be stopped by whatever Sheriff Forbes was trying to do.
If it had been darker out maybe he wouldn’t have stopped. What he’d seen out in the woods surrounding campus had rolled through his head those nights he’d driven back later from the campus. No snow on the ground anymore but the shadows that oozed thick amongst the trees had been enough to kick Rhys’ heart into high gear. Now it was just that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach at the thought of someone fumbling around out here alone.
Up close the guy didn’t look like he was particularly freaked out, no dirt or blood smearing him, no desperate rush towards the truck. Remarkably calm actually as he wound the window down, but then …
Rhys felt another lurch in his guts but he was already half fumbling at the door release. You helped people in trouble, it was what his dad had drummed into him his entire life. If you’ve got a good heart you use it …
…and you let it drive you out of your car in the middle of the woods. Rhys slipped out, reaching back inside to grab his phone. He thumbed the screen, frowning. ”The signal out here’s always pretty bad. The trees and cliffs block it til you get closer to town.” He stared down the road, wondering if it was better to drive til he could get a signal and then call, or help this guy get the girl back to his car. If it wasn’t that bad an injury they could move her. ”Where did you find her? I think I’ve got a first aid kit in the trunk, if we can patch her up and get her out it might be faster than trying to get 911 here.” He turned, headed for the trunk at the front of the car. Rhys popped the latch, dug around behind the spare wheel until he came up with a battered and dented old army med kit someone had donated to the shop. ”You want to show me where she is?” Swallowing hard, his eyes skittered over the trees that crowded the road. There was maybe an hour or two before the sun started to dip, surely enough time to get in and get out again with someone who was hurt.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Dec 1, 2021 13:18:35 GMT
It was times like this he set himself into autopilot. He had spent years protecting number one at all costs, which sometimes included being ruthless and impassive. Tossing human bodies over the bridge like they were trash. Caring for meaningless people hadn’t got him to where he was today and it wasn’t going to help him survive another seven centuries. He saved that side of him for a select few, but even then he was worried it would portray him as being weak. He came from a time where men didn’t show any kind of emotion and would be ridiculed for shedding a tear. Evelyn managed to see that side of him. The loving and compassionate person he could be, but in the end, it nearly broke him. When she died he was teetering on the edge of losing control. That invisible switch inside his head balancing between on and off because he’d never experienced grief that consuming and he had no idea how to deal with it. He’d lost friends along the way, but Evelyn’s death cut even deeper. He was prepared to spend eternity with her and it was ripped from him in an instant. He cast a brief thought to the family of the deceased, but at the end of the day, he wasn’t the one who killed them. It happened in his bar though, so the blame would no doubt find its way back to him and cling to him. It wasn’t just himself he was protecting, it was the supernatural world as well. Hector was growing impatient waiting for Lawrence’s return. How long did it take to pick up a few bodies and load them into a car? He was even more frustrated when he realized the low hum of the engine wasn’t the other vampire returning, but someone who could help. As a vampire, it was easy to view the world as a place full of chaos and bloodshed but sometimes humans could be the light in all the darkness. Pulling over at the side of the road ready to help someone in need. It was the sort of kindness he once had as a human. An open door for anyone who needed somewhere to crash or food in their belly. Hector stepped back from the vehicle as the other male got out, rambling on about the signal in the woods. Though it could explain why he hadn’t received any messages from Hannya or Lincoln. “She was lying down near one of the trees back there” He gestured back towards the woods, “It looks like some wild animal has bitten her” Might as well stir those rumours that often made their way around the town. He watched as the man dug around in his trunk before pulling out a first aid kit. “I like a man who’s prepared for anything” He listened carefully to their surroundings. There were no approaching vehicles or people lurking in the woods. In a flash, he grabbed the male by the shoulders and slammed him in the side of the vehicle. He quickly raised his right arm, pinning his forearm against the stranger's neck to keep him still. “Don’t move and listen to me. I have someone on their way back here with two bodies in the trunk. We’re going to load these bodies into your car. Then you’re gonna drive out of Mystic Falls, forget you ever met us and dump the bodies somewhere” He could have gone into great detail with the stranger but he didn’t care so long as the bodies were someone else’s problem. “Ok?”RHYS MCEVOY |
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RHYS MCEVOY
Psychic
Posts: 45
Age:
22
Occupation:
Owner of Kitschy Kitschy Coo
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mandy Reid
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 21, 2024 18:25:33 GMT
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Post by RHYS MCEVOY on Dec 30, 2021 20:29:58 GMT
This was gonna end up on the front page of the newspapers by tomorrow. Things like this always did in Mystic Falls. ‘ANIMAL ATTACK!!!’ screamed out in black and white. The Courier and the Daily might each put a different spin on it, sensationalism coming and going with the change of staff it seemed, but it would all boil down to the same thing. The woods were meant to be unsafe now. It was a good thing his dad barely read them these days, the last thing Rhys needed was his dad reading it and going into a panic that he’d rushed in to try and help. Was it the decent thing to do? Oh absolutely. Was it the safe thing? Probably not.
There were two of them here, that made it a little less dicey but he imagined nerves were twitching just as much in the older guy’s stomach as in in his own. Rhys darted a look at the man again, hoping some of his confidence was gonna rub off on him. He didn’t want to be jumping at every shadow if he had to go into those woods. The mental image of leaving a trail of breadcrumbs – or the 1970s baseball cards he still had in the back seat from a swap meet last weekend, Nolan Ryan and Willie Stargell his trail back to safety – almost making him laugh.
The wise thing would’ve been getting back into his car and offering to drive to where he could get enough signal to call for the paramedics but that would leave this guy out here with the girl. If she was hurt badly it was going to be dicey either way. Rhys didn’t dither though. He could mark up the pros and cons of all of this like scores on the chalk boards at the shop but all it would do was delay the help he could give.
He swallowed hard, his eyes cutting from the guy back to the woods. Nerves twitching again, leaving his hands shaking slightly on the latch of the trunk. ”How many blood thirsty things are running around out here?” he asked, huffing out that laugh. It was tinged with anxiety but he was gulping, nodding at him. ”Was she on her own?” This guy hadn’t said he’d been with her. It had been that there was a girl in the woods. How long had she been there alone?
Scary. Too scary to worry about for now.
Rhys managed a weak grin, holding onto the kit tight as he slammed the trunk shut. After what had happened with his mom the praise, even from a random stranger left pride bleeding into the pit of his stomach. Lately there’d been too little of it, everything that had been happening around him shaking his confidence. ”I do try. I’m a bit of a junk magnet, didn’t know when this…” Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to it, that little voice in his head, the powers he was still fumbling his way around. If he had, could he have seen this coming?
The car lurched on its wheels as he was slammed back into it. The first aid kit spiling all over the blacktop as the case dropped from his hand and cracked open as it hit the ground. Rhys fumbled for the guy’s arm, stared wide eyed and terrified at him above the bite of his forearm across his throat. His boots scraped at the ground, trying for purchase but as the orders slipped out of the man’s mouth he froze. Almost dangling there, his hand still tight around the guy’s bicep. ’Don’t move … listen … bodies. What the hell?
A whimper broke out of Rhys’ throat. He didn’t move but it didn’t mean he was silent. His voice tumbled out, broken now with the fear that bubbled up like a volcano in the pit of his stomach. ”Bodies? What did you do? Did you kill that girl? Jesus. J-just let me g-g-go. I won’t tell anybody. I swear. I’ll d-d-drive home, straight home. S-sir, p-please.” This was Mystic Falls. The stories had always just been stories, no matter how wild the woods around town might’ve been there was no real crime here. People weren’t murdered.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jan 5, 2022 16:11:51 GMT
Blood-thirsty things— the comment caught him off guard. Was he speaking of vampires or animals? The stranger was nervous, it didn’t take an expert to figure that out. A shake in his hands as he unlatched the trunk, accompanied with a forced chuckle at his own comment. For someone so nervous he wondered why the guy even pulled out in the first place. Hector shrugged, “I didn’t see anything, but I haven’t been here all that long” The man was asking too many questions for Hector’s liking, hoping he would hurry up and collect whatever he needed out of his trunk. Whatever he was about to get was hopeless anyway. “She was when I found her” Was this guy a cop or something? Sent out to watch him on the detectives say so. His ears listened out for a sign of Lawrence, but nothing. A comment he could relate to. A junk magnet, except the things Hector collected had value. Anything shiny, gold and heavy he was quick to claim as his own. He wasn’t necessarily one of the hoarders though. Happy to part with some of his treasures, usually the bits that had no value but he was able to sell for a high price. He had spent hours in dimly lit taverns, folk music strumming calmly in the background as he was presenting his goods on the table for locals to purchase at a fair price. Some would describe him as a salesman. The ability to sell ice to an Eskimo and that was without compulsion. The locals were easy enough to convince, most of them barely had a single thought bouncing around their head. In the early days, he told them what he had to offer would bring them good luck and fortune. One mention of that the men were reaching deep into their pockets for their coins, quick to claim their good fortune and Hector would disappear into the waves, leaving the men to realize they had brought nothing but junk from the pirate. Eventually, most became savvy of pirates, branding them as thieves and crooks. By then he’d made a name for himself. Whispers of his name would travel from town to town and some taverns would fall silent as he entered. Oh how he missed that. He was done listening to the stranger’s drivel. Hector needed to get straight to the point. He needed all the bodies far out of Mystic Falls and far away from his club, with no traces back to him or the others. A deep frown on his face when it became apparent the compulsion failed, just how it had done on the witch in the centuries ago. Back then, he first thought that he was doing it wrong. Missed the trick somehow, but the witch just couldn’t be compelled no matter how hard he tried. But now, he was an expert in compulsion. The problem lay with his little friend here who was still pinned against the car. “The girl? Oh, the girl. I just lied to get you out of the car” He kept his forearm pressed against the stranger still, “Why can’t I compel you?” There were only two answers, at least he was aware of. Vervain or this guy was also supernatural. “What are you?” He demanded, eyes fixed on the man. “Tell me now and I might not kill you” Hector’s mind was already thinking of a new plan to get him out of the mess he had now created. There were already too many bodies scattered around town connected to him. He couldn’t afford another on his hands. RHYS MCEVOY |
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RHYS MCEVOY
Psychic
Posts: 45
Age:
22
Occupation:
Owner of Kitschy Kitschy Coo
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mandy Reid
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 21, 2024 18:25:33 GMT
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Post by RHYS MCEVOY on Mar 5, 2022 18:26:41 GMT
As a kid Mystic Falls had seemed like the most peaceful place in the world. You could ride out into the woods on your bike and stay out there for hours without your parents getting frantic. A couple of times he’d even camped out there with friends, splashing around in the ponds, scrambling up the rocks for the view from the top of the falls. It was nothing like those stories that would flicker across the TV screen when he was skipping the commercials. Little snippets of places falling apart on the other side of the world, kids in horrific situations that would make his throat go dry and skip past just a little faster. Wimpy? Yeah, sure, but Rhys had always preferred his horror and gore as a fictional thing. It didn’t knot your gut up the same way when your character would just come back again the next week, maybe down a few health points but still ticking.
That girl out in the woods wouldn’t do the same and it knotted Rhys’ guts up. The bloodthirsty things in town had seemed to start growing real, like someone had taken one of the rulebooks, waved an actual magic wand over it and dragged all of the nightmare things into the real world. It was enough to have a guy on the brink of peeing his pants. There was no coming back from those things, if all your health points ended up expended you went into a grave, just a stone marker left for the people who mourned you to come visit. Cold, almost sterile, even if you loaded it up with the brightest flowers you could every time you visited.
The cold was in him now, giving a little shudder as the guy wrung a chuckle out and said he hadn’t seen anything. Not anyone. God, that wasn’t reassuring. Every minute they flapped about on the road this was seeming worse and worse. Maybe some weight should’ve been taken off for the fact that he had company here but it wasn’t much of a reassurance right now. ”Let’s hope it stays that way. I … I don’t think we should look and see if there’s anybody else out here. Let’s … let’s get her back to the car and get her to safety. The sheriff can do the rest, huh?” Rhys didn’t want to walk off into the woods, that sure as hell felt like tempting fate. In those cheesy horror movies from the 70s he played at the movie nights at the store it was always the people who charged off on their own who ended up dead next.
Maybe not the heroes rushing into the brink this time, please. The word rang through Rhys’ head like a bell as he clutched the battered kit to his chest and went to follow the guy into the woods. This wasn’t a role he’d ever seen for himself, that was small town shop keeper, nice and peaceful, the sort of pleasant guy who knew the names of all the regulars. He did. Even the college kids who only stopped in a handful of times before they graduated. That was what made the town a great place to live, that familiarity and this wasn’t it.
Rhys would’ve run right into what might have been the jaws of death with this guy but before they were even across the road he’d been thrown back against the car with – Christ he was strong for a guy who didn’t look like Bane. He cringed away from him, trying o use that grip he had on him to push away, to get the room to get back in the car and run. It was like trying to move Bane though, or a mountain. Rhys squirmed again, the stuff in the kit rattling as he held it white knuckled in his other hand. ”Why?” Such a simple question but well beyond his comprehension as he stared at the guy. ”Why would you do that?” What was the guy doing out here? Bodies? Were all those stories about animal attacks really the fucked up work of a serial killer … who now had him?
He kicked harder then, the box falling to the ground and splitting open, spilling med supplies that had probably expired a decade ago across the blacktop. The guy’s arm stopped him from breaking free though, leaving Rhys grunting against that grip, tears beginning to burn in his eyes. ”C-compel? What are you talking about? I don’t know what you m-mean.” His head whipped side to side, a gut wrenching certainty flooding in now that he wouldn’t get out of here and his dad was gonna be left all on his own. Rhys’ fingers bit into the guy’s arm, his expression growing more desperate with every notch his heartbeat kicked up. ”If you let me go, I swear I wouldn’t tell anybody. I didn’t even stop here, I didn’t see you do anything … t-that’s the truth. I didn’t see anything. Please.” The world had just grown too strange lately, it had grown too horrific. All these nightmares slipping in and gripping him tight enough that he could barely breathe now.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Mar 15, 2022 17:15:23 GMT
Of course the good kind samaritan wasn’t going to turn his back on a potential girl in danger. There were so many red flags about this situation, at least to Hector, yet this man was ignoring them to play the hero. Not too much of a hero though as he suggested the pair collect the girl and leave there in a hurry. The sheriff. Ah, he was one of those. The type of person who is a law-abiding citizen through and through. “Sounds good” Hector nodded in agreement. The sheriff who was failing this town so badly that there were dead bodies everywhere. He’d probably opened a bigger can of worms by slamming this person into the side of his car as he realised maybe he shouldn’t have pulled over to help the mysterious-looking man at the side of the road. You would never see Hector touching the brake to help a stranger in need. Ironic considering how many lifelines he’d been cast in his time, which all started with the blood of his sire. Nicholas could have left Hector to wander off to his room and die in his sleep, but he presented his friend with a plan B. Death, but with the ability to come back as something else. It was a laughable plan, but Hector was too sick to say no. The reaper was basically knocking at the door by that point. He thought he was gone as well until he woke up a few hours later feeling strange. Everything around him was so sharp and loud. As though he was nursing some weird hangover, convincing himself it must be fever setting in, despite the fact he felt well within himself. The stranger was scared with his increasing heart rate drowning out surrounding sounds. Hector’s words weren’t resonating the way in which they should, yet the man claimed he had no idea what Hector was talking about. Vervain. Nature's way of keeping everything in balance. The thought ran through his head for a moment to bite the man to find out, but he didn’t want to create more trouble. Another body to clean up. First he was talking about the sheriff and now he was claiming he wouldn’t tell anyone he’d seen Hector. Unlikely but it was clear this man had been truly shaken up by the situation. Hector kept his arm pressed against the stranger for a few more seconds before sighing. In a flash he dug his hands into the male’s jean pocket, pulling out his wallet. He flicked it open, the driving licence presenting itself. “Rhys McEvoy” He glanced back at Rhys, “Says here you live in Mystic Falls… interesting” Finally he removed his arm from Rhys as he heard another vehicle approach. Hector turned to see it was Lawrence cruising along the road, taking his sweet ass time. “Just remember I know where you live” Hector handed the wallet back to him, before wandering off towards Lawrence, indicating for him to slow down. Once he reached the vehicle his hand darted out as he ripped the licence plate off the front before repeating the same on the back. “Take care Rhys” He gave the male a quick wave as he slipped into the vehicle, mentally drowning out Lawrence’s complaints about the licence plates. Something about it not being his car? Who cares. RHYS MCEVOY - the end |
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