Werewolves, and Hunters, and Sex; Oh my! (W/The Pariah King)

[Siren]

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Sabine Lalonde is of average height, about five foot seven inches, with a slender waist, long dark hair she usually keeps up and out of her face in a tight pony tail and soft green eyes. She doesn't usually dress fancy, A pair of old jeans and a tee shirt is pretty normal, not that there is a huge fashion show on the streets of the rural town she was born in. Belgrade is home to a couple of big families, some farmers, and the majority of the population is in the nursing home down the street from Shop and Save.

Most of the population is ignorant to all that happens around them, vampires, lycanthrope, and the hunters who hope to keep things the way they are. Sabine was born into a family of hunters. Her father married her mother soon after having saved her from a werewolf. Her parents had three children all together. Kris is the eldest, he his turning thirty and already had two children of his own. Greg was the second born and after getting out of collage is living with their parents at the age of twenty-six. Sabine is the youngest at twenty three and lives by herself working as a nurse.

Sabine was in the car driving to visit her cousin Jenny at the shop as the smell of hot chili filled her nose. She might have sneaked a bit if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that's what her mother was serving for dinner that night. Every Monday night the family would get together at her parents house for dinner. Typically she would the delivery lady, dropping off the days earlier batches to other relatives.

She parked the car, grabbing the tupper-wear and headed inside to be greeted by the familiar chiming of bells. "Jenny?" She said, heading to the counter, a freckled face popping up with a smile.

"Bean!" She smiled, coming around to the other side of the counter to give her cousin a hug. "Darling how can two days feel like ages?" She said with a chuckle before raising an eyebrow and smirking "Did you bring the goods?"

Sabine played a mischievous smile "Haven't you learned I always pull through, that is, if you hold your end of the bargain?"

Jenny picked up a brown paper bag from beside the counter "I have all of your cornbread right here. Just pop it in the oven for a minute to warm it up first." she said, to have Sabine kiss her cheek in thanks exchanging the tupper-wear for the bag.

"Oh, Bean, I took your advice and hired some help for around here, he had just moved to town not long ago." She said in her usually enthusiastic voice and yelled out back "Hey, come out here for a sec!"

 

[The Pariah King]

'Logan Raelthorne' hadn't been in Belgrade for more than a week when he had found a job helping out at a local grocer's market. Then small town was a far sight different from the concrete jungle of Manhattan, where he had came from, but the general atmosphere was a welcome change. Logan had sent the past several years always running - always fighting. Here, maybe he could go about his life in peace; hunting when he needed to and chalking up the rare disappearance or mangled livestock to wild dogs.

It was the damnedest thing about cities - plenty of human prey for those monsters that chose to hunt them, but that fact meant that there were more monster hunters hiding in the dark alleys too. That is why Logan had been fighting. His parents had tugged him along from town to town his whole life running from the hunters and when Logan came of age, he swore that he was done running. While Logan had never really been one to hunt human prey, he wasn't afraid to turn the wolf hunters into the hunted. At that point, it was merely an act of survival - not one of food which was readily available through much less gruesome means. Hell, raw steaks could be bought in any store! Sure, they didn't quite quench the natural craving for truly fresh meat, but they were great to hold someone over until a real hunt could be prepared.

As time will do, however, it took its toll on Logan and he fled the city of Manhattan, which had become a hunter hotspot following all of the hunter 'murders'. Just as he had been fed up with running as a young pup, he was now tired of fighting. Here, in this quiet town, he hoped to make a life but even quiet towns had their problems. Quiet little towns were easy prey for monsters and, as such, monsters readily targeted them. Quiet towns were usually quiet for a reason and that reason was usually resident hunters. Logan knew all that he had done was walked from one lion's den into another, but at least this one didn't know what he was.

The twenty-four year old werewolf had been out back unloading a delivery of fresh corn from a local farm when his acute ears heard the sounds of the two women chatting inside. He tried to listen in, but the hum of the delivery truck drowned out the specifics of what was being said.

Dressed in black slacks with matching black leather boots and belt with a white button-up top, Logan's attire wasn't exactly 'commonplace' for this little country town and he could almost feel people glancing at him as they drove by the store in their cars. Sometimes, he could overhear passers by gossiping - the men usually laughing idly at the 'city boy' when the women seemed to almost swoon over the sophisticated and attractive new 'city boy'.

Of course, Logan wasn't unaccustomed to the swooning of the fairer sex. He was relatively tall, about six foot two, with an athletic and toned physique. His dark hair was short and wild and his blue eyes were soft and deep. He was no stranger to the glances of women, but these jars from the local farm boys would take some getting used to.