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                       A sigh slid past her lips knowing how dangerous this battle would be and it was all over her. The thought of never seeing him again pained her but she had all the faith in the world. “I swear to you no harm will be done to Thomas. I would sooner die than allow any harm to be done to him.” Her voice was calm but stern. “But you must promise me something.” For a moment her eyes closed before they opened to meet his. “You have saved me but you will not die for me. This kingdom needs you, Thomas needs you, I need you. Mikael may be a monster but you are strong. Father believed you would be a true kind, be true to his words.”

                      ❛ I  will  return. ���   He  swears  it  to  her.   Even  if  it’s  not  a  promise  he’s  certain  he  can  keep.  There’s  no  reason  to  trouble  Lillian  with  those  worries.   It’s  out  of  both  of  their  hands  now.   ❛ Until  I  do,  I  trust  that  you’ll  keep  things  in  order  here.   I  will  be  away  for  a  while. ❜

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                      He’s  sitting  on  his  throne  with  his  QUEEN  beside  him.   A  messenger  has  just  brought  news  that  the  Viking  threat  draws  closer  to  the  Kingdom,  but  he  doesn’t  regret  his  decision.   HE’S  SAVED  HIS  BABY  SISTER and  perhaps  this  is  their  last  evening  together, ever,  before  he  rides  off  with  his  army  to  face  Mikael  head  on.  But  it’s  all  worth  it.   Even  if  his  advisers  have  turned  on  him.   ❛ Promise  me  something, ❜   he  begins,  closing  his  hand  over  hers.   ❛ That  you’ll  look  out  for  Thomas  while  I’m  away. ❜  //  @lillianbeck from (x)

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                    She waited for him to leave before she pulled her sopping clothes off and glanced over at the clothes. She thought for a moment to ask about the teenaged clothes in his home but decided it could come later. She slid a t-shirt over her body before sliding into a pair of sweat pants. She was pleased to see that they fit quite well, though a bit snug on top. She pulled her phone from her wet pants pocket being glad it was water resistant so it was safe to text Rebekah. 

       [ SMS: Angel]: Ran into an old friend. Details in the morning! I love you! 

                      She tossed her clothes in the trash in the girl’s room not even bothering. She’d return the clothes at a later date. “Before I tell you about this wedding you much earn your details.” She teased finding a spot right next to him. “Tell me the truth, what happened? And why do you have a child’s room?”

                      By  the  time  Lillian  meets  him  in  the  lounge,  he’s  already  changed  into  dry  clothes  and  poured  them  both  a  glass  of  O+.    ❛ That’s  Daisy’s  room.  She’s  your  granddaughter. ❜    Or  great  great  granddaughter.   But  they  can  get  into  those  details  soon  enough.   ❛ Where  do  you  want  me  to  start,  with  Theodore?  Peter  did  right  by  you.  That  boy  had  every  thing  he  could  ever  want.   He  had  a  good,  LONG  LIFE.  We  should  take  a  trip  up  to  your  old  place.  There  are  pictures  there  that  you  can  have. ❜   He  can’t  help  but  get  distracted  when  Lillian’s  phone  buzzes.   ❛ That’s  your  girl? ❜ 

                      [ SMS: Wife ]:  Details  now!  Call  me?

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                        Lillian laughed but she felt giddy and yet she was sopping wet. “Charlie, perhaps we shouldn’t sit on your couch so,” she gestured to their clothing and the puddles they left behind. “But she is here. We’re getting married next week. I wanted to get married at home.” There was so much excitement in her voice. She couldn’t wait to tell Rebekah that Charlie would be there.

                      ❛ RIGHT.  Leather  couch,  wet  clothes. ❜   He’s  ushering  her  into  one  of  the  many  bedrooms  shortly  thereafter.  A  girl’s  bedroom.  To  get  her  a  clean  set  of  clothes.  And  there’s  an  entire  walk  in  closet  of  things  to  choose  from  ---  though  it’s  all  outfits  belonging  to  a  teenager.   ❛ Figured  this  would  be  more  your  size  than  anything  I’ve  got.  I’ll  give  you  a  few  minutes,  just  meet  me  back  in  the  lounge  when  you’re  done.  And  you  can  tell  me  all  about  this  wedding  of  yours. ❜

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                        Lillian easily followed him. She’d text Rebekah to let her know she was safe and ok. “I’ve met the love of my life, you know.” Her voice was soft but she smiled. “I went to America after, New Orleans. She taught me how to live again.” Though she wished she’d stuck around to see them more. She wished she’d come back sooner so she could have found her family but she hadn’t wanted this for them. Rebekah was the light of this life. She’d felt so alone, she’d hid, and then she found love. It was nice when they reached his flat and they were out of the rain. “Perhaps you can meet her soon.” As if she wasn’t just home sleeping. It was nice to tell him about Rebekah. She dreaded finding out about how everyone had passed.

                      Once  they’re  inside,  Charlie  tosses  his  coat  on  the  rack.   The  whole  place  has  a  converted  warehouse  feel  to  it,  with  high  ceilings  and  exposed  brick,  but  it  smells  like  a  bakery.   Because  baking  has  been  the  only  thing  left  of  his  human  life.   Until  now.   ❛ Are  you  shitting  me?  I’d  bloody  LOVE  to  meet her.   Did  she  come  to  London  with  you?  Are  you  planning  on  staying  long? ❜   He’s  got  his  arm  around  her  the  whole  time,  leading  her  into  the  living  room  so  they  can  sit.  

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                       She pulled back enough to look up at him but she didn’t dare let go of him. “I was so broken, Charlie. I couldn’t watch all of you die.” It was something she rarely spoke up. It hurt too much to look back. “What became of Theodore?” She wanted to know everything but her son. To grow up without a mother. He was her biggest regret. “Peter? Mother, father, James?” She couldn’t help but want to know everything. “YOU?” What had happened to her darling older brother?

                      ❛ I  know. ❜   His  words  are  HEAVY.   Because  he  does  know.   He  can  smell  the  lingering  hints  of  iron  on  her  breath  when  she  speaks.   They  are  living  with  the  same  curse.   ❛ I’ll  tell  you  everything  you  want  to  know,  but  we  should  get  inside  first.  People  are  gonna  start  to  ask  questions  if  we  stand  out  here  in  the  rain. ❜   He  put  his  arm  around  her  shoulders  and  started  towards  a  nearby  alleyway.  His  flat  was  the  top  four  floors  of  a  financial  building  on  the  main  street.  Of  course  he  had  other  homes,  all  across  Europe.  This  just  happened  to  be  the  closest.

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                       Her body froze the moment she heard his voice. Charlie. It couldn’t be. It had been more than a hundred years. Her head turned to look at him. “Charlie?” Her voice cracked, she hadn’t said his name since the day she’d left London and she couldn’t believe he was here. He was older than she remembered but hardly old enough to be human. She jumped into his arms at a speed that would have knocked him down if he was human. Her tears mixed with the rain on her cheeks. She thought she’d never see him again. She thought she was alone.

                     HIS  ARMS  ARE  WRAPPED  TIGHTLY  around  her  before  he  even  wills  them  to.   It’s  reflex.   His  baby  sister  is  here.   ❛ I  knew  it  was  you. ❜   He  breathes  it.   And  breathes  her  in.   The  umbrella  blows  away  and  he  doesn’t  give  a  fuck  now  that  he  has  Lillian  in  a  tight  embrace.   Lightning  could  very  well  strike  them  down  and  he’s  still  not  going  to  let  her  go.   There  are  so  many  days  that  he  questions  whether  there  is  any  humanity  left  in  him.   But  in  this  moment  he’s  human  again.   She  brings  him  back  to  a  different  time.   ❛ Took  you  long  enough  to  visit,  kid. ❜

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                     After a late night, Lillian had gone out alone to explore her old home town. London was still one of her favorite city’s but she hadn’t gone home in a long time. She found what used to be a little bakery with a small flat above it. Of course, now it was a Starbucks. She sighed remembering her days in the bakery sneaking cookies and fresh bread while mother insisted on her getting back to her schooling rather than bother her brothers and father. She felt someone come up next to her but she didn’t care. She was too focused on the memories that had passed.

                      LONDON  IS  GLOOMY  TONIGHT.   Rain  patters  incessantly  on  his  umbrella.  Once.   Twice.   Several  hundred  times  as  he  watches  the  blonde  in  front  of  the  old  bakery.   He  hasn’t  seen  her  face,  or  heard  her  speak  a  word.   But  something  about  her  calls  to  him.  The  way  she  stands.   Her  subtle  movements.   The  last  ninety  years  must  have  driven  him  mad,  because  he’s  sure  his  dead  baby  sister  is  back  home.   ❛ It’s  a bloody  Starbucks  now.  They’re  on  every  corner. ❜   He  comes  up  to  stand  beside  her,  and  shield  them  both  from  the  downpour  with  his  umbrella.   

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BASICS

Name: Charlie Beck Age: 27 Parents: Athena & Clayton Beck Claiming Gift: a  magnifying  glass  that  translates  ancient  text  and  a  bronze  sword  that  gives  a  defensive  advantage  to  whoever  is  wielding  it.

POWERS

Telumkinesis: Since  he  is  a  son  of  Athena,  Charlie  has  great  control  over  any  weapon.

Strategy  and  Battle  Skill:  Because  his  mother  is  the  goddess  of  wisdom  and  battle  strategy,  Charlie  is  a  very  skilled  warrior  in  battle  and  an  adept  strategist.

Audiokinesis:  Being  a  son  of  Athena,  Charlie  has  an  affinity  for  arts  and  music,  he  has  disciplined  the  following  abilities:  Memorization  and  Persuasion.

HISTORY

The  eldest  son  of  Clayton  Beck,  owner  of  a  multi-million  dollar,  international  production  company  Beck  Enterprise.

He  spent  several  years  studying  ancient  hieroglyphics  in  Egypt.

Teaches  two  courses  during  alternating  semesters:  battle  strategy  &  intro  to  heiroglyphics.

CONNECTIONS

LILLIAN BECK ( @lillianbeck )  –  Paternal  Half-Sister  -  They  were  raised  together  and  he  is fiercely  protective  over  his  baby  sister.

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                     Her sobs quieted much like they’d done when she was a child. This wasn’t the first person she’d watched die and it wouldn’t be the last but she never had to watch them die outside of the hospital. There was a different Lillian reserved for her patients. This, THIS wasn’t normal. “She was just a baby.” It slid past her lips at hardly a whisper. She wished she was dreaming, she wished she wasn’t covered in a child’s blood. She wished Charlie could make it all go away like he’d done to the monsters that lived in her room.

                      QUIETED  OR  NOT,  Charlie  felt  her  sobs,  and  held  her  that  much  tighter.  As  he  would  until  she  calmed  down.  However  long  it  took.   ❛ You’re  a  doctor,  not  a  god.  There’s  only  so  much  you  can  do. ❜    He  settled  his  chin  against  the  top  of  her  head  as  he  spoke.   Knowing  that  she’d  still  beat  herself  up  no  matter  what  he  said.  But  at  least  he  could  try  to  ease  some  of  that  burden.   ❛ The  ambulance  has  her  now.  We  don’t  know  what happened.  She  might  pull  through.  It’s  out  of  your  hands. ❜

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                 She couldn’t breathe and she wanted to fight as hard as she could against him but Lillian had always had one weakness and that was her family. She was a woman, she was strong; until one of her brothers or her father were around to protect her. Charlie was the last in the car after her, the blood on her hands all over his close but she didn’t care. “Why are we leaving, they need to know.” She hadn’t done anything wrong. She should have been there. She should have stopped it. “She’s gonna die,” she didn’t want to believe she was already gone.

                      CHARLIE  SLAMMED  THE  CAR  DOOR  and  they  were  speeding  off  just  seconds  later.   Somehow,  they  weren’t  being  chased  down  by  the  hoard  of  cop  cars  that  were  surely  just  down  the  block.   So  he  was  able  to  focus  his  attention  on  his  baby  sister.  Wrap  his  arms  around  her  and  hold  her  against  him.   ❛ HUSH.  Don’t  think  about  it.  No  use  in  that.  There’s  nothing  you  could  have  done.  You  damn  well  know  it. ❜

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                      THE  CHILD’S  MOTHER  IS  SCREAMING  in  the  background.  Rebekah  is  shrieking  alongside  her.   And  there  are  sirens  blasting  as  a  swarm  of  cop  cars  and  ambulances  are  just  seconds  from  rolling  up  on  them.   ❛ We’re  getting  out  of  here  NOW. ❜    He’ll  carry  her  the  fuck  out  of  here  if  he  has  to.   He’s  just  as  forceful  as  he  needs  to  be  to  pull  his  crazy  ass  sister  away  from  the  little  girl.  And  thank  god  he’s  got  security  detail  to  help  him  drag  Rebekah  away  to  the  black  escalade  waiting  for  them.  Lillian  is  enough  to  handle  on  her  own.   ❛ There’s nothing else you can do.  Get in the fucking car! ❜  //  @originalmaneater  from  (x)