The Darker Side of The Street

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Ariel-Witch
It felt like a gush of wind now, and nothing else just wind and darkness. She felt nothing, just this sudden tingling through her body and in no time she was in a new place.
"Great" She said as she fell to the ground. "Now where are we?" Ariel asked.

It seem as if they were in the middle of the city now, but they didn't know if it was France or some othr hidden place on earth.It wouldn't have been good if they were still in France.

Elliot-Demon
In one minute he was attacked by this insane female vampire with a ravaging thirst, and the other he was flying to another place and landed right on hi back. Every part of his body ached especially his throat and his chest. He felt as if his lungs were being being pressed to hurt making breathing a bit too hard.
"Elliot?!" he heard a voice call his name. "Elliot!" Storm, it was her and he felt her hand run softly through his cheek.

"God!" he whispered. "That dude was going to freaking kill me." he said gasping, trying to get up while Storm hugged him tight and kissed him. "How the hell did they found us."
He was still dizzy to be honest, his head was swirling all around and all he heard were distorted voice. Freaking vampires, he thought.
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Storm, Wolf

Storm held Elliot tightly, blocking out the sting from where the vampire's nails had cut into her. That didn't matter. What did matter was that Elliot was ok. "Are you ok, Elliot?" She asked worriedly.

He smiled slightly. "I'm fine."

She shook her head and cupped his cheek in her hand. "God, I was so afriad we'd loose you." She hugged him again. But she couldn't forget the sound and feeling of that vampire's arm snapping because of HER bite. She'd never been that strong before, and it almost scared her.

Whatever, again it didn't matter.

Garred, Ghost

Garred was in the middle of everyone, staring into the distance. He'd heard Ariel's inquision as to their location but he didn't look away. "We're in Northern Ireland."

He heard Ariel stand up. "Why Ireland?"

Garred shrugged. "Its far away I suppose."

There was something strange about the way he spoke, almost as if he was in a dream and he was that creepy person who talks in riddles and disppears leaving you with a "what just happened?" look on your face. Ariel looked past him to what he was gazing at, and saw an old house, her eyebrows rose.

This house meant something.
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Vecian,

Northern Ireland. Well, we're certainly getting the tour of Europe. Of course, I have no idea what we can do in Northern Ireland to save Drako's sister and Desi's dad, but you never know...
I go stand by Ariel, who is standing by Garred. Seeing this, I don't put my arms around her as I want to, but just stand there.

"The house..." Garred whispers under his breath.

"What?" I ask.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin.
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Elliot
He got up slowly, still dizzy and a bit confused.
"Northern Ireland?" He asked with a surpriseed look on his face. "What next, China?dude you gotta watch were we're going" He said with a smile. But there was this strange silence that surreounded the place, as if something mysterious was there.He looked at his watch, it was 10 am. Well time does go by fast, at least he got about three hours in France.

But still when he tried to clear his mind, there was this something that kept making him feel intrigued. And he hugged Storm, and basically held on to her.


Ariel
It was like a small cottage, really old but it still had this strange beauty. It even got a time when she felt as if there was certain magnet making her stare at it. But there also came the feeling of needing Vecian so she went to him and wrapped her arms around his back and laid her head on his shoulder.
And there was Garred, looking so intrigued and...for some reason so handsome and beautiful.
What's wrong?, she asked him and even from where she was sh saw him tense.

Could you please not...do that.I mean, you're with him and talking to me.

I'm sorry, I just, can't ok, I have to worry about you. Ariel let go of Vecian just to make Garred feel a little less uncomfortable, but still grabbed Vecian's hand. Just tell me what wrong, please?
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Garred, Ghost

Garred stared at the cottage, so many thoughts swirling around his head that he was almost dizzy. Everyone was asking what this house meant, but he found he didn't have words.

Storm, Wolf

Storm walked up to him and held his hand. "Garred," she said quietly, "this is the house isn't it?"

Garred nodded, and she bit her lip. She hugged him tightly. "Its ok Garred, you have me now. And Mom, and Dad." Garred nodded.

Storm sighed and looked around. "Guys lets give Gare some space."

Everyone moved with her, and once they were a considerable amount of distance away from Garred, they all asked the same question. What was the deal with that house?

Storm sniffed and wrapped her arms aroumd Elliot. "Thats the house Garred grew up in...its also the house he died in."
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Elliot
He moved back with Storm and stared silently at Garred. He hadn't had a pain like that in years nor had it that bad. Yes, everyone left him but it's not compared to dying. Garred was his friend and he could feel this pain and sadness.
"He'll be ok" Elliot said to storm wrapping his arms arond her as well. "how did he, how did he..."
But She interrupted him beofre finishing.

"Die" She asked him.

"Yes"

Ariel
Did it hurt?Yes
Did it feel as if it was her pain? Yes
And all she had was Vecian so she wrapped her arms around him once again and buried her face in his chest. Very softly, he patted her back and kissed her hair. But for once in while, the cause of his pain was not her.
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Vecian,

I am stunned by the revelation. I can only stand there, feeling even more confused. Even when Ariel runs and hugs me, I stare absentmindedly and kiss her hair.
Sure, I knew that ghosts were all dead, but I've never thought of Garred like that before. To me, he was always alive, solid, dependable. And all this time, he's been, well, dead. It's unbearable to think of. I hold Ariel tightly to my chest, feeling that, if I let go, I will lose her forever. Like Garred lost his life. Unable to stop myself, tears slide down my cheeks.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin.
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Storm, Wolf

Storm frowned, and squeezed Elliot tighter. "We aren't really sure, Garred never talked about it, and neither did the adoption agency. But, when Garred was younger, we shared a room and he had nightmares alot and he would scream out for his parents."

Storm looked down. "I think in the middle of the night someone stormed his house, and ripped apart his parents, and then they went after him, he ran out and fell down the cliff behind the house, thats how he became a ghost, I think."

They all frowned. "Oh," Ariel said.

Storm shook her head, sliver hair cascading down her shoulder. "Thats not all of it," she looked at them, eyes almost pleading. "I think wolfves killed him..."
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Ariel
Ariel flinched at the sound of those words,wolves. And she kept repeating it to herself over and over.
"Wolves?like in w-o-l-v-e-s?" She asked with her grey eyes wide open.

"Yes"Storm answered. "We don't really know. I mean, he only has this vague memories of his life." She said in such a grave tone that Ariel felt as if she was going to cry. Actually the word dead was hitting pretty hard on her. Dead. She always so Garred as this full of life, handsome dude that laughed at every joke and now...he was dead.

"it's hard to believe" she whispered to Vecian.

Elliot
He hugged Storm tightly, knowing that she needed it more than ever. He couldn't leave her nor wanted to. He had to help her, and Garred.But...wolves.
"Will that affect him? I mean, like..." He didn't know what to say or how to express it.

"He hasn't shown any changes or something" Storm said.

But then he thought how it would be like if he were dead but still felt every pain, every ache, every heartbreak and even after death have tears rolling down his cheeks. Because afterall, that was Garred
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Storm, Wolf

Storm buried her head into Elliot's chest. All her memories of Garred screaming in his sleep flowing back to her, and how he'd avoided her for so many weeks after she began to get her wolf form.

She wanted to just run, run away and hide from shame. But she didn't, she just clung to Elliot tighter. "I feel like such a monster..." she mumbled.

Garred, Ghost

Garred walked shakily toward the little cottage, his vision flashing back and forth from what he saw now, and what he saw then.

Dark, light, fear, numbness. He couldn't believe he'd found this place again.
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Elliot
It was pretty uncomfortable but he didn't want to leave Storm alone.
"Are you going to let him go alone?" He asked her, softly kissing her hair.

"Maybe" She answered.

"He'll be ok. Maybe this is good for him and he finally can get this over." Well that was just an assumption. It wasn't easy to say how someone who was finding out of his death was going to be, but he believed, he believed Garred was going to be ok.

Ariel
Now it was her hurting, having an unbearable pain insiide of her. Seing Garred so disturbed made her feel as if she had a hole in her heart. It was almost as if she could not breathe, tha growing pain made her breathing a lot more difficult.
And she had nothing left to do but to hang on to Vecian.
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Vecian,

I hold Ariel to me tightly, knowing what she is going through. Because I am dealing with it, too. As Garred walks towards the little house, I feel that I can see the conflicted emotions flickering around him. Sadness, fear, anger. Death. I bury my face in Ariel's hair.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin.
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Garred, Ghost

Garred reached shakily for the door, turning the old knob slowly. His vision flashing back and forth faster and faster. It made his head hurt but he somehow couldn't stop.

He stepped inside the door, and swallowed, shutting it behind him. Suddenly, a bright light flashed and he ducked covering his head, his dead heart giving a jump. When he opened his eyes, the little house was dark, and everything was back in place like he remembered.

Oh no... he thought. Suddenly, in the distance he heard howls and his suspisions were prooved correct.

He was re-living his death.

Storm, Wolf

Storm saw the bright flash in the house and felt her heart nearly stop. "Garred!" She screamed, tearing away from Elliot and running toward the house.

A strong hand gripped her shoulder and pulled her back. "Storm," Venican said, his face serious, "I don't think you should do that. I feel serious magical stuff going on here."

She looked at him, horrified. "Hes my brother!"

Venican nodded. "I know, but I think going into that house could be dangerous."

Storm turned and stared at the house, sinking to her knees, numbly. She could do nothing.
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Ariel-witch
The sudden urge to go for Garred grew inside of her. She was trying to ignore it but it was so strong. It was so unbearable for her to see him like that. and re-living his death.
with a strong push, she tried to make Vecian let her go but he grabbed her hand stronger and pushed her back.
"Ariel, stop." He whispered to her, but she kept fighting him, trying to let go of him.

"Ariel, stop, please" Oh, he sounded so soft. Those words penetrated her brain and her thoughts and he will. He sounded so soft almost pleading. She loved him but deep inside there was this ache of guilt that kept coming. it wasn;t right, she thought that every time, it wasn't right to be so in love with Vecian when there was still Garred.

Elliot-demon
Elliot ran to her and embraced her tightly. Her pain was his pain, and the worst he could ever see, were tears running down storm's face. The strong girl he loved and knew...was gone. There was this soft, broken girl in front of him, agirl he loved, a girl he needed to protect.

From where he was he could see Garred, he wanted so much to help him. But he couldn't.
"He's my brother" She said, her voice sounding really weak and trembling.And for the first time he didn't know what to do or what to say. But he knew well that crying was not going to help her.
"I have to help him" Storm said laying her head on his chest and talking to Vecian. Apparently, he was having the same problem with Ariel.

Elliot might have been afraid, unsure of what to do or say but he was sure of one thing, he loved her and was going to be there for her always. So he softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and and made her look at him.
"I love you" He said softly, "And I'll be here for you, always. I'm here for you"
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Vecian,

I try to get Ariel to stay with me, I really do, but I've lost her. She's to torn between Garred and me. I can't let her go through that pain, I love her too much. And so I will have leave her. I watch Storm and Eliott have the same problem I just went through. I shake my head. THEY shouldn't break up, just because Garred is...Well, I'm not sure what he's going through, but it's something big.

"All is lost," I whisper, not knowing why. We should be trying to find Desi's father, not dillydallying here.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin.
~Snape, AVPM

"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars."
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