- LOVE, you TAKE my BREATH away! - {juno;;}

[Danny]

When was the last time he was sober? Sober or not high as a kite? He really couldn’t remember. Probably in the past three years he hadn’t. That was the last time he had seen Juno and Erik. Erik had just turned two. It didn’t matter now. They were gone. Like everyone else. Although right now he had an awful hangover and was still coming down from his high from earlier. He would probably go get something to drink in the next ten fifteen minutes. He could drink the damn hangover away now couldn’t he? Wasn’t like if he was drunk constantly he wouldn’t get a hangover, right? So far it had worked brilliantly although he was downing bottles real fast over the past few months. Over the past year he had gotten hooked on a few different things. Heroine being the newest; about seven months ago. He normally just stuck to cocaine but that hadn’t been so potent recently. Ecstasy was a now and again too. He wasn’t to hooked on that but maybe three or four times a year he would head to that. Shrooms also tended to thrown into the mix from time to time.

Well the cigarettes were hardly anything compared to the rest of it but they gave him enough of something when he wasn’t majorly high. Or they helped keep it there. Whether it was in his head or it was true he didn’t care it was something to keep him busy. He knew Juno wouldn’t have been pleased with him if she had seen him. Not to mention he had cut his hair short and dyed it black. Pitch black. He looked down noticing the bottle in his hand. Oh, he forgot that was there, oops. He took a swig from the bottle hissing at someone who was staring at him. The gifted moved a little faster making him roll his eyes. He had just hit up some other poor gifted bitch. The blood and sex had been a bonus. Plus he had sort of taken the money she had with her while she was passed out in the alley a few blocks back. He grumbled a little when it continued to drizzle and sighed heavily taking another drag off his cigarette before tapping the ashes on the ground.

For now he was just in street clothes. A pair of cut up jeans, a black muscle shirt, and a black hoodie; which he had the hood up so only his bright red eyes showed out of the darkness. Everyone seemed to be rushing around today. Maybe it was a rain but he was slower today. A lot slower. Although there was probably a few other reasons for that. Oh well what did it matter now? What did he have? The damn horse? And the horse was barely alive. He seemed to be just as miserable as his master. The stallion had dropped close to three hundred pounds and looked more like a rescue horse now. His coat was awful and he seemed to want to pace rather then eat. Even if Danny did throw food out for him the grass was three feet tall. The horse had a dirt track going around the outside of his pasture. Not to mention he was sure dangerous now. Danny could barely get near the fence alone touch him. He hadn’t even touched the animal in a year.

But who cared. No one saw him right? Maybe he could sell him off and get some money. He had pictures of him when he was in great shape. He could easily pawn money off some stupid suckers. He had done it about two years ago. Although he almost got caught that time. That would certainly have been less then fun on his end. He currently was living at his old home. Or when he was human. Really it was his uncles house but the whole property was in his name. He would have stayed in his family’s home had he not burned it down when his mother died. The stallion was in a small paddock with a run in although the horse never used it. He could be stupid really.

At least it wasn’t pouring rain for now. He could sit there and drink some more before he finally found his way home. Then he planned to just pass out for the rest of the day. At least it was gloomy enough for early evening that he could be out somewhat safely. It was really only four or was it five? Oh well it was earlier in the evening but here he was any way dammit. Danny leaned his head back against the brick wall he was leaning against and took another drag off his cigarette blowing out smoke rings. He felt someone run into him and hissed. " Regardez où vous allez, vous êtes putain de vache stupide" he hissed at the woman in French. Of course in English it was really; Watch where you are fucking going you dumb cow! Finally he corrected himself to speak English. " Watch where you are fucking going you dumb cow!" he snarled getting ready to soundly beat some directional sense into the bloody woman who ran into him. His red eyes glowed with anger as he felt his blood near about boiling; completely and utterly pissed off.

"Talk like this!"
"Think like this!"

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[Juno Ling]

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how long had it been since she came back to the city? the woman looked about her at the buildings and people passing by her on the streets. the crowds weren't as large as she remembered them being the last time she'd been there. but then again, that was more than three years ago. time flew so quickly; one moment you could be perfectly content with life and how things were going, and the next your entire world gets torn apart by a force beyond your control. with a gloomy sigh, she continued on her way, though where she was heading she didn't even know. the only goal she'd had in mind for the past few years was to find Danny, and now that her search was nearing a close and proving futile, she had no clue where to go next. 'you could always return to the Shifter lands...' and have to spend the rest of her days faced with the others' scorn because her son was a half-breed? right, not likely. plus there's the small fact that their alpha was the reason for her family's break-up in the first place, and while she wouldn't exactly seek revenge for what he'd done, she wasn't about to turn the other cheek either.

shifting the sleeping bundle in her arms, Juno turned to leave downtown. it was getting late and no way was she getting caught out alone at night; all sorts of shady characters were everywhere and the last thing she wanted to deal with was fending off some crazy serial killer or whatever. plus there were Crawlers in these parts and while her time spent with Danny had made her less paranoid of his kind, she was still uncomfortable around most of the blood-suckers. who knew when one of them might mistake her for their next meal...
turning a corner, she hadn't taken but a few steps before bumping into someone who'd been leaning against the wall in front of her. and judging by the angry hiss coming from the other, whoever it was wasn't too happy with her tripping over him. the woman backed away, hugging Erik closer to her. this is what she got for not paying attention to where she was going. "i-i'm sorry i-" she started to apologize, only to stop when she looked up and saw the eyes that glared down at her from beneath the dark hood. it wasn't fear that made her freeze though. there was something shockingly familiar about those bright red orbs.

the woman peered closer at the man, trying to see the rest of his face, wanting to figure out just who he was. forgetting to be cautious, she finally reached out and yanked the hood of his jacket down to reveal his head. the hair was definitely different, buzzed short and darker than hers was, and the feral expression was one she hadn't seen since a long while ago in the past. but... "...Danny?"

[Danny]

What hell was this woman carrying around a child in these parts for? Honestly?! Was she really that stupid? He couldn’t only make out from her stench she was a shifter so that could explain it. He wouldn’t put it above them to be so stupid, or, desperate for sex they would roam around crawler turf. He could see a few other crawlers eyeing her up. She didn’t smell bad but not his type for sure. Or not his new type. He tended to go for the gifted now. Shifter’s were like drinking mud water. Or at least from his no so straight view it seemed that way. But hey; it could have just been thanks to the fact he held some new grudge against the species. Okay and then there was the fact that well his new feeding main stay were the gifted looking for hits from vampires.

It was irony. The high vampire giving someone else a high. It almost made him chuckle it he hadn’t been taking a drag from his cigarette. The child in her arms seemed to be covered although Danny could hear his heart beat. It seemed fast. Fast for any species really. But oh well wasn’t his fault if the kid had something wrong with his heart or something. Boy did his blood sure smell awful. It made the vampire wrinkle his nose and press his back further against the wall hissing again. "For christ sake did you shoot his blood up with fucking sewage!" he snarled shaking his head. He did miss his hair but it would grow back. He was used to having to shake it out of his face; the main reason for the action. He hissed again taking a long drag from his cigarette flicking the ashes down and then blowing the smoke out in her face. It wasn’t really on purpose but well if she didn’t move out of the fucking way it wasn’t his fault! So what if she died of lung cancer. What did it effect him?

He heard her stuttering and snorted loudly rolling his eyes. "Do your eyes fucking work? Cause if they don’t lemme jet take them out for you here and now and you can walk on your blind way you dumb bitch!" he snarled anger rising quickly. He flicked his cigarette at her stealing a glance at a woman who seemed to be looking for a vampire to hit her up. Mind reading had seemed to just die off. Or for him it did. He assumed it was all the drugs that were clogged up in his system now; sort of the same thing that happened when he stood next to a microwave when it was on. Alright very different but same effect; but when he did his brain went fuzzy and finally just shut off for a little while. Everyone else in the group had gotten a kick out of it doing it whenever he walked into the kitchen. Another reason he avoided it. Not to mention the last thing he needed to do was be around sharp knives with a temper and a will to use them very freely on whoever pissed him off enough.

When he felt her hand tugging at the fabric he instinctively swatted her hand away. He wasn’t sure whether he had broken something, maybe popped a finger or two out of place, or had done nothing. He was simply pissed that this dumb fucking bitch had enough nerve to do that. "Who the fuck is asking? And why do you fucking care? I doubt I’m the person you’re looking for bitch…" he spat yanking his hood back up and looking off to the gifted girl. She was hot so it wasn’t like he couldn’t convince her a little more like the past one. Although the past one had been blonde and just about as dumb as one for that matter. The red head looked far more interesting. She seemed to have neon green streaks running through out her hair with bright purple eyes. Well he was just about ignoring the stupid asian woman with the child in front of him while he was eyeing her up.

"Talk like this!"
"Think like this!"

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