02/24/2021  Secret writings Sura stood on the ladder of the library in her family estate. A warm fire sent shadows dancing across the room as the balcony door open to let in the cool winter breeze. She had been searching for answers about Damian. About Anchors and souls. She wanted to learn more about his people. His type of wolf. How they differed and maybe how to help him understand it all. She knew if there were answers anywhere, they had to be in the family archives. After all, there were thousands of books here ranging from mystical to science and historical. So surely there had to be something! She withdrew one book and examined the index briefly before she slid it back into place and stretched for another. She was starting to pull it out when a small pouch fell from the shelf and hit the floor. Sura frowned deeply as she slid the book back and climbed down the ladder. "Whats this?" She inquired as she picked up the pouch. It was leather bound and surprisingly heavy. A fine coat of dust on it as if it had been hidden for a long time. She took it over to the fire place and sat down on the carpet as she gingerly opened the leather. She frowned as she saw a glowing white stone, no bigger than her palm staring back at her. A leather bound notebook sat behind it. "A feather?" she asked as she picked up the stone and examined the carved feather design. It held immense power, she nearly trembled with it. She blinked curiously as she held the stone and opened the leather cover of the small book curiously. ~Its hard to say when exactly I fell for an Angel. Honestly there are some days when I can't even fathom the idea of him being real. I mean, its not every day you get to speak with an Angel or know they are real. Let alone that one wanted to be around you.  It still does not make sense to me. He is an Angel. He protects souls and guides them to the Light. Me? I'm a Hunter...A Killer.~ Sura's eyes widened as she read on, recognizing the elegant hand writing. "This...is grandmothers?" Sura was shocked as she settled in and continued reading intently. Curious to see just what this book was and what truths it held. Maybe it held answers for Damian. Maybe it didn't. ~"I never stop looking for you. God can curse you into any body, any form, and I would know you. Blond, brunette, human or Witch. Through Hell, Earth or even Heaven.....I will always come for you. And we will always find a way"~ Sura smiled as she read.  01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

01/20/2021  Paladin Scum Sura looked to the ring box with narrowed eyes. "A gift....to honor a future Queen," the man said as he held out the ring. Sura knew better than to trust a Paladin. Especially one bearing gifts. "And what is the price for this...gift?" She asked speculatively as she reluctantly reached for the box. "Not a thing. Can a man not present a lovely young woman with a trinket to honor her? I apologize for not being able to present it at your Ascension." He asked with a casual shrug. Suras jaw clenched lightly as she took the blue velvet box into her hand. The Paladins had long been rivals of her family line....Both on the same mission, to destroy monsters and protect the world. Paladins didn't care about collateral damage or innocents while Helsings fought to minimize the damage and protect as many innocents as possible. Paladins saw all immortal or magical beings as heretics and demons. Hellsings knew that just because you were born different, didn't make you a monster. Sura held the box as she looked up at him. "Thank you." She said as she took a step back towards the house. She had been walking home from the shop when the Paladin had made himself known. "I trust you will guide your Organization into the future. To greatness. These streets darken with each new day. I would hate to see your people fall to ruin out of ignorance." He said, a hint of something darker to his words as he spoke. Suras eyes narrowed slightly as she opened her mouth to speak. But he held his hands up with a charming smile. "I meant no offense. It was merely an observation, my Lady. Your predecessors were rather....short sighted of the end game...seeking short term solutions to long term problems. But I have heard great things about you...and as a Daughter of War, I'm sure you will see the errors of those ways and bring your line to the right path." He continued as she suppressed a growl. This was no heart felt gesture. No attempt at peace. This...was a warning. Sura could smell the threat. She forced herself to smile as she tilted her head. "Yes, well....let's hope we all have a better future for everyone. I really should get inside now. Its been a long day and I have studying to do. It was nice meeting you." She said politely as she moved around him. "Of course, I didn't mean to keep you. Do have a pleasant evening, my dear. Perhaps we will meet again another day." The Paladin said with a grin before he bowed at the waist and walked away. Sura watched him go before she went into the house. Sura shut the door before she looked to the box. She was reluctant to open it. She swallowed hard before she hesitantly opened it. She felt a moment of relief when she saw the simple silver ring inside the velvet box. She reached for it. But the moment she removed it, a large puff of dust came up with it and slammed into her face. She coughed as felt it enter her nostrils and dropped the box. The ring clattered as she felt the room blur around her and her hands went to her face as she staggered. "Shit!" Sura cursed as she stumbled, coughing as the felt the fine dust coat her throat and nostrils and rubbed her eyes to try and clear her vision. But nothing worked. "Mom! Dad!" She stumbled towards the sound of the fountain to try and find something, anything to clear her vision as it darkened to nothing.  03: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/18/2020  Yule Ball Sura stood on the dais, looking up at the fireworks. The portrait of elegance and beauty in her red gown, the layered chiffon. and lace looking like glittering flames. Her fine dark hair curled and held back with jeweled clips. She looked like a princess or a fiery elemental made flesh. Her first Yule ball for the family organization. A yearly gathering of the Coven and all its allies to pay tribute to one another and vow loyalty to the young Heiress. Now she understood why her mother loathed these events. But it was tradition for the Belmont Helsing clan, and as the only living members of the bloodline, Sura could not avoid attending. With her mother serving as a Goddess, it left these trivial witch traditions to Sura. She loved her family. Loved her coven and all that they stood for. But as she watched the fireworks alone and listened to the orchestra playing for the guests, she only felt......alone. Isolated. She was born into a world of privilege and beauty. Elegant parties and high class guests. A royal in a modern world that held little understanding of what it meant. What duties had to be upheld. The precautions and trivial nuances that could make or break a clan like theirs. But Sura was also still just a young girl. Barely out of high school and already mocked for who she was. God forbid her schoolmates ever knee what she truly was, then she'd never hear the end of it. And while she was proud, she knew all too well how one must behave among mortals. Discretion and secrecy were key. Mortals would go into a frenzy if they knew what walked among them. At least here among the Belmont-Helsing guests, she did not have to hide herself. Not completely. This was a place she should feel at peace....but she only felt shy and insecure under all the attention from those who wished to carry her favor and all the privileges that came with it. Her mother had warned her that there were many who would want to align themselves with her, to further their own power or status. A political game....hell some elders had even tried throwing their own children or grandchildren at her in offer of an arranged marriage. But Sura wanted love. Not a political deal or an arranged marriage. At the moment, all Sura really wanted was to go home to her bayou. At least at home, she didn't feel so out of place and awkward. She sighed as she sat down on her throne, her emotions hidden from her expression save for the loneliness in her eyes as she watched everyone dance 02: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

11/12/2020  Damon Attack Sura sat on the roof of the family mausoleum, her sketch book in hand. She tucked her hair back behind her ear as her fingers moved the pencil along the paper. The skyline colors looked so beautiful today, she just had to sketch it. And the view from here was always perfect. No buildings to block the view and a straight line of sight to capture the pier and ocean. She smiled a bit as she worked to try and capture the beauty of the skyline before the sun lowered any further. She bit her bottom lip as she worked diligently. She was so engrossed in her work, she paid little mind to the coming night. The coming chill in the air. The whispers that began to creep into her mind. Her mother always warned her to be home before dark. Never venture alone once the sunset. "Well hello, snack." A voice drawled behind her. Sura's head snapped up as she looked down at the voice. She paled immediately as she stood up. Those black eyes. White blond hair. She dropped her sketch pad and made a run along the long roof of the mausoleum. "Ooohh come on, little mouse! I'll make it quick!" He cooed as the blond male jumped up to the roof to chase after her. Sura cursed as she jumped from the roof to the next one. Running quickly as she moved along the rooftops, jumping from one to another. Daimon. Soul sucking vampires. Her mother had warned her about them. She just had to get to Sanctuary! They couldn't touch her if she made it to Sanctuary! She bent at the knees when she reached the edge of the cemetery, the iron fence the last thing in her way. She jumped..... A loud cry left her as she felt sharp nails bite into her ankle and yank. She hit hard, seeing stars as her head hit the stone path hard. She blinked to clear the stars from her vision in time to see several more blond men approach her, two seizing her arms. Sura cursed as they drew her back into the cemetery. She kicked at them, yanking hard to try and throw them off. "Fuck you!" She said as she glared at them. She was her mother's daughter. She would not show fear to these soul sucking scumbags. "Blood first, little mouse," the taller of the males drawled as his grabbed her jaw. His hand was large enough to span her mouth as he yanked her head to the side, sharp jagged fangs bared. Her scream was muffled as those fangs lowered towards her jugular. The grips on her arms tightened to bruising strength as they held her. Her eyes squeezed tightly as she felt the medallion on her throat heat up, the stone glowing a moment before she felt those jagged fangs pierce her jugular and find her blood. It burned like acid as she felt the venom find her cells. Daimons had venom in their fangs to weaken the mind of their victims....sedate them so they could devour the souls into themselves. Sura felt her mind swim, her knees weaken. "Thats a good mouse.....let me in." He cooed into her mind. But then something happened as Sura's consciousness slipped away. A ripple of power flared outwards and her body fell to the stone ground, as the blood trickled from the bite at her pale throat. The Daimons all bellowed as a strange violet light flared outwards like bomb blast, the life fading from their eyes as shards of black spears embedded in their bodies, pinning them onto the crypts and tombs. 03: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/26/2020  Party Time Sura moved through the crowd, watching those around her. Both living and dead. It was nearly Samhain. A sacred festival in the city of endless parties and life. And tonight was no exception to the festivities as she walked through the club. The confetti fell around her like rain as she moved around the dancing bodies. She was usually not much of a party girl but tonight.....something stirred inside of her. Feral. Leashed. Something begging for freedom. Was this her awakening as a Wolf? Or a Goddess? She didn't know for sure. All she knew was she was eighteen and she needed to get out of her house and breathe. 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/23/2020  Training Sura grunted as her feet were knocked from under her and she hit the dirt hard. There was a loud crunch and she knew it was her ankle. It sent fire up her ankle as she saw stars. She knew she would heal but damn this stung. "Get up." Remi commanded as he set the end of his staff in the ground. She blew hair from her face as she looked up at him. "I can't....my ankle." She said softly. The massive bear snorted at her little plea. "Life is built on pain. It builds you, shapes you. Defines you as either weak or as a warrior. Are you a rabbit or a wolf, Princess?" The man grumbled as he looked down at her. In that moment, Sura understood why her mother had advised against Remi being her defense instructor. He was merciless. But then again, thats what Sura wanted. She loved her family, but she knew to an extent......they held back on her during training. And she didn't want them to. If she was to learn how to fight, she would learn the hard way. She clenched her jaw then as he waited sternly. "Well? What are you?" He insisted. She growled low before she picked up her staff and braced it in the dirt. She flinched as she began to pull herself up with the staff. Hand over hand as she leaned against it. Sweat broke out on her brow as she pulled herself up to her feet. She rested her forehead against the caved wood as she stood straight. Only then did Remi give the smallest hint of approval. "A wolf then." He said. "That is enough for today." He said before he walked away to head back to the bar. She let out a breath as she leaned against the staff to keep the weight off her broken ankle as she felt it beginning to heal. 08: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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