Preternatural Curses UC/Adult

[StormWolfstone]

~Mista~

I'd just barely resettled myself with my wolf by my side when I felt a call from the dead, as though someone was actually using power to speak to the dead and I could sense some of them near. "We might have trouble." I muttered to myself knowing that both Daniel and Moira would hear me just fine. I didn't want to scare anyone, but I knew that it was not going to be easy or relaxing for any of the others if what I felt ended up becoming a problem.

Standing up, I moved to stand beside a tree and gently cut my palm with a knife, walking around the entire campsite as I allowed my blood to create a circle around everyone. I had no cares about whether people learned about me being a necromancer, since I was already part of the preternatural investigation team as an advisor on the 'monsters'.

Now, having anyone but the 'monsters' find out that I was lukoi, well that would be really bad. It was definitely not something I was looking forward to having happen. Though, I was hating the fact that I was hiding things from Alex. He'd been one of my best-friends since I'd first met him.




Tess could see Mista making her rounds, her hand is bleeding but she seems unfazed... Maria or Kyle could also notice this if you want.

[isabelle]

*MAX*

"Don't worry, Liz," I assure her, although I have no real idea what's happening to her. She talks about the fact that she would be dead now if I hadn't interfered. As scary as this must be for her, I guess it's better than being dead. But we have no idea what-else might happen. "I'll figure this out and I'll help you, I promise. Maybe I can find a way to stop it."

I hold her a little tighter. Her head on my shoulder feels so natural and right. I use just a little power to warm the air around us. I don't want her to be cold, again.

"Maybe you should get some rest," I suggest, although I don't ever want to let go of her. But the sky is dark and some of the campers are already getting ready for sleep although the Sheriff, Kyle and a few others are still having a roudy game of cards near the fire. Isabel is sitting with Alex, but soon we have to start our own evening activities.

[KatnotKath]

OOC: sorry I haven't posted sooner Storm, I'm still full of cold but luckily my writing seems to be back on track so I hope this will do for Alex for you . Be looking forward to seeing what you have in mind for some more characters though of course.

~Alex~


I see Isabel tense as I mention about her powers and look around. “It’s ok…they’re not listening…” I assure her. I know that I made that mistake at the museum, but since then I have definitely learnt to have a little more care and I’m not intending to announce to that fact that she’s an alien to anyone again anytime soon. I know how lucky we were before, and I can’t say how sorry I am about that. I just wish she’d realise I’ve learnt…

As she realises I’m right, she smiled and nods though, and I can’t help smiling back in response.

“You‘re right, I would be…”

I grin. “I knew it…”

As I ask about her about what their plans are and to my surprise she shakes her head. “Other than attempting to find an opening, we haven’t really devised a plan. The sheriff being here isn’t really helping matters at the moment…”

I nod understanding exactly what she’s meaning. I can’t exactly say him being here is making me very comfortable, I can only imagine how Isabel is feeling… Over the last few weeks I’ve been learning more about her, in little bits yes, but still, I think I’m getting to know the girl beneath the facade and one thing I know is that she’s incredibly scared of being discovered…of being caught locked up… Valenti represents everything that she fears and him being here must be awful… I want to say something to make it better, but I don’t honestly know what I can say… I slip my hand overs and squeeze it. “It’ll be ok…we’ll work it out…” I tell her. I don’t know how, but I mean it…if there’s any way I can help her, I’ll be right there…

Isabel says she only wants to be friends, well so be it, but even if that’s all it can be, I want to help her if I can…

She looks round and I follow her gaze, trying to see what she’s looking for but there’s nothing I can see anyway. She turns back to me and shrugs. “I think we’ll basically be playing it by ear and waiting until everyone is asleep…”

I nod. “Ok, well if you need anything from me to help, all you have to do is ask…” I tell her softly. "I’m not trying to make this something that it’s not Isabel…you say you only want to be friends, and if that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll be, but even as just a friend, I want you to know I’m here for you…I want to help…”

[KatnotKath]

~Liz~

“Don’t worry Liz…I’ll figure this out and help you, I promise. Maybe I can find a way to stop it…”

His words are meant to calm me, to assure me that things will be ok, but somehow, as long as he’s there, I don’t need it… I know that things are going to be ok, and I know that we’’’ figure out what is happening, but even if we can’t stop it, as long as Max is going to be there, I know I can deal.

Max pulls me closer, further into his arms and there’s no thought of me resisting. I rest my head on his shoulder, drawing strength from the fact that he’s here… The air seems warmer now too…

"Maybe you should get some rest,"

Max makes this suggestion but he doesn’t pull away and I make no move to do so either. Being there in his arms feels right in a way nothing else ever has. I look up at him slowly, swallowing before speaking. “Thank you Max…for everything…things you’ve done, and said, but maybe you’re not meant to stop this …maybe this is meant to happen…” I swallow. “This energy is inside me, but it doesn’t feel wrong…” I shake my head, struggling for the words to explain. “When it was out of control, yes it hurt, but before, I didn’t even know it was there…and now, it just feels like it’s part of me…it feels…” I just don’t know how to put this. “I don’t know Max, it feels right…just like being with you…” I look at him, waiting to see how he will respond to this.

[isabelle]

*MAX*

It feels right, she says. I shake my head in confusion. "But it's not normal," I tell her softly, although she obviously already knows. I look around again, grateful that she was already a distance from the rest of the camp when this all started. "It's like my energy stayed in you some how, but it grew..."

I shake my head again. That's not quite right. It was like my alien energy, but somehow it was all Liz-flavored. Did I somehow change Liz so she has her own? No. That doesn't make sense. How could something like that happen?


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[KatnotKath]

~Liz~

Max shakes his head and I can see that he is confused by what I’ve said. “But it’s not normal…” He responds softly.

I nod slowly. “I know that Max, but maybe normal isn’t right for me anymore…” I trail off, sure that I’m not explaining this as well as I might.

He looks round and I realise just how lucky we were that I had moved away from the others before this happened. This could have exposed Isabel, Max, and strange as it might sound me I guess… The thoughts continue to float around in my head, questions I can’t answer.

“It’s like my energy stayed in you somehow…but it grew…”

I nod as Max tries to explain but then he shakes his head and I need to know what he’s thinking. “Max…what is it…?” I ask in a low voice. What does all this mean, am I like Max, Isabel and Michael now…? The possibility doesn’t worry me half as much as the not knowing…I just wish we had some answers…

[isabelle]

*KYLE*

Mr. Evans laughs as he wins another hand of poker. He certainly does seem to be having a lucky night. My dad usually does better, I think, but he still seems distracted. He's looking over at Max and Liz as often as I am. Damned if I know what the hell she sees in him. I can't believe she just dumped me like that, for something I didn't even do. It wasn't my fault the guys beat the jerk up. I wasn't there.

"Hey, Kyle!" Mr. Parker asks, demanding my attention. "You still in?"

"Oh yeah, sure," I say. He starts to deal me into the next hand as my eyes drift back to Max and Liz. I can't really see what they're doing. I can't hear what they're saying, but I can tell they're together and that really burns me. That, plus Dad's obsession. I should get Liz alone and tell her that Dad's investigating Max and she should stay away from him, but I don't want to ruin whatever Dad's up to. I hate that he's ignoring me, but if he can nail Max for something, that'll be all for the good. Maybe then I can get Liz to see what a mistake she's made.

"Kyle, Jim. We've started the hand," Mr. Parker says. Shrugging, I turn back and pick up my cards. Nothing good. Figures. "Gimme three," I say, throwing back the worst of them. As I collect the new set, I notice soneone moving in the woods to the right. It looks almost familiar, and I try to place it. Something about the way the person moves. Someone small, a girl.

Mista. It's Mista. Did she bring a big dog with her? I don't remember that...

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*MAX*

I pause, looking at Liz, unsure of how to explain. "I don't know, Liz. It was like, well, like us, I explain. A lot like when Michael was sick. But it also felt almost normal. Like you. I don't understand it, but maybe you're right. Once it was under control again, it didn't really feel ... wrong."

I shake my head again. There aren't any words or phrases to really explain it all. I wish I could. Maybe if Isabel and Michael and I hadn't been so completely alone. If we'd had anyone to tell us what we really are, who we really are, things would be so much simpler. If Nacedo had stayed... But then again, all evidence suggests that he killed Atherton and that's why he ran, leaving us nothing but a few strange markings that none of us can read on a cave wall.

"Liz, if you're sure you're feeling better, then maybe you should go back to the others. Isabel and I have something to check out tonight, but I'll be back as soon as I can."

[KatnotKath]

~Liz~

He looks down at me, shaking his head and I can see that he’s struggling to find the words he wants. “Max…?” My voice is shaking a little now…he’s beginning to worry me…

Max takes my hand, shaking his head again, almost as though trying to reassure me, and he chews his lower lip for a moment thoughtfully. “I don’t know Liz…” He admits eventually. “…it was like, well, like 'us'…”

He doesn’t have to elaborate for me to undersand what he’s meaning. Like Michael…like Max and Isabel…

I sit contemplating the possible reprecusions of this for a moment but then Max continues. “…A lot like when Michael was sick. But it also felt almost normal. Like you. I don’t understand it, but maybe you’re right. Once it was under control again, it didn’t really feel…'wrong'…”

When Michael was sick…when I failed to help until the very last moment…when I let my fear for Max stop me from being able to help Michael. I was scared, that it would happen to him… That’s the reason Max and I have been like this for the past month or so…tiptoeing round each other, supposedly being friends, but in truth barely being able to bare being in the same room… Bio has been a nightmare…having to work with him, and yet knowing that nothing else is going to happen… Why? Because I let him down… Funny, my fears were for Max…as it turns out, maybe I should have been more worried about myself…

In essence, I know that I should be worried about this. As Max has already pointed out, this isn’t normal… But then again, as I said, and as he has now confirmed…it didn’t feel wrong either…

I look up at Max but I know he doesn’t have any more answers for me than I have myself… He can’t explain what is happening, because as he just said, he doesn’t know…

“Liz, if you’re sure you’re feeling better, then maybe you should go back to the others. Isabel and I have something to check out tonight, but I’ll be back as soon as I can…”

I look up at him, for the first time realising that there has to be some reason why he and Isabel are here. Mr Evans isn’t like my father…he won’t force them…use a guilt trip… They’ve never been on anything like this before from school, so why start now…? My mind starts churning and I quickly come up with the answer. Frasier Woods…Milton ran into the Crashdown the other night… “You think there could be something in that sighting don’t you…?” I ask softly after making sure no one else is around.

[isabelle]

*Max*

“I don’t know,” I tell Liz quietly. I don’t want to get my hopes up that this sighting is something real. Part of me is actually hoping it isn’t. From what we’ve learned of Nacedo, I’m not sure I want to have anything to do with him. Unfortunately, he may be the only source we have to find out who and what we are. Where we’re from and why. We’ve all been desperate to know that for as long as we’ve known that we were ‘different.’ I have to check it out. We have to know.

“Most of these sighting are nothing, but Riverdog thinks that it’s real and you can see Valenti’s taking it seriously.” I nod my head in the direction of the card game where the Sheriff is still keeping a close eye on Isabel and me. Seeing him so close is unsettling, but I know we can do it. We have to. I give Liz’s hand a gentle squeeze, mostly to re-assure myself. “If there’s anything out there, we have to be sure we find it before he does.”

That’s the most important thing. Getting there before somebody-else does. If they find out about us before we do, we’ll be even worse off than we are now. Assuming, of course, that the military doesn’t already know anything important, we have to keep our secret. It’s the only thing that’s keeping us even partly safe. If that’s blown, then we’re simply dead.

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[KatnotKath]

~Liz~

“I don’t know…”

Max’s voice is low and quiet and I can tell that he’s torn. Part of him wants this to be real, to give him some information about themselves, but then there’s part of him that obviously would rather not meet Nasedo…

Not that I’d blame him… I saw those pictures Valenti showed me… The handprint on them may have looked like the one that could be seen on my stomach for a few days, but it had been put there in a completely different way, and I can’t say that I really want to meet the person that put them there…

I’d never say I was scared of Max, Isabel or Michael… I know that they would never try and purposely hurt me, however worried Michael and Isabel were.

The three of them are simply teenagers, just like me. They have a secret maybe, and they’re not exactly normal, but I can’t exactly hold that against them, I don’t think I’d want to though anyway… Just because someone is different, doesn’t mean there’s something wrong… People judge too quickly on first impressions rather than getting to know an individual…

But I’m getting away from the subject… I’m saying I’m not scared of Max for a reason, because the idea of meeting Nasedo, does scare me. I think about what he did to those people and I feel my chest tightening…

I know that it’s important to Max to find out where he came from…and after what happened tonight with me, well maybe it’s not just important for them, but I do wish there were another way…

“Most of these sightings are nothing, but Riverdog thnks that it’s ral, and you can see Valenti’s taking it seriously…”

Max nods his head in the direction of the card game my father is still involved in and it doesn’t take much to see that the Sheriff doesn’t seem too interested in the game…his attention is focused on something else entirely…

Max gives my hand a squeeze and I can tell that he’s nervous. Without thinking about it, I feel the connection between us open up again and I try to send him an impression of how much I love him. Maybe it’s not much, and maybe it won’t even work. It might not be what he needs either, but it’s something that I can do…or at least try...

“If there’s anything out there, we have to be sure we find it before he does…”

I nod, understanding exactly what he’s saying. “I’m sure that you will…just be careful won’t you…?” I request softly as I look up at him before adding, “…and come back to me…?” I know that he said after the incident with Michael that he needed to take a step back, but I can’t help it…after everything that has happened tonight, I think maybe…or perhaps that should be hope instead…I hope, that has gone by the book, because if I know one thing, I know that I love him, and I need him…