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    It had started out as a perfectly normal day. That's how it always starts, though, right? Ivana woke in her room, stretching her short legs before rolling from her bed. However, as she looked around, she noticed something wasn't quite right. Her three plastic dinosaurs, usually displayed neatly on a low shelf when not being played with, were knocked to the floor. Her curtains were open, letting the sunlight in, and the window was opened. As she made a 360, she noticed more and more problems, until she stopped in front of an older and larger fem.


    [b]"Why, hello, Miss Ivana. Or should I call you Katherine, since it's still early enough for the Walk of Shame?" came the low-toned, British-accented voice of the mysterious female.


    Katherine? She'd heard the name before. Only a few times, but she'd definitely heard it. Why was everyone so obsessed with talking about her? What was so special about her? Why did so many seem afraid of her despite the same people rejoicing the fact that she was dead? [color=#ccbbaa]"I don't know who you are, but... but I'm not Katherine," the child said sheepishly, taking a step back.


    Beginning to circle around her, the unfamiliar cream tabby would continue speaking. [color=#eedddd]"Oh, please. You should know better than to lie to an Original." With those cold words, Ivana quickly found herself picked up by the neck and slammed against the door of her room, all of the air leaving her little body. Immediately, she would begin to cry, but that only seemed to fuel whatever rage this woman felt towards Katherine.


    [color=#eedddd]"So, tell me, my dear daughter Katherine, why have you chosen such an innocent girl to pray upon? Such a poor" - the older fem dug her claws into the child's head - [color=#eedddd]"child. Lonely thing. Unseen in the eyes of her real mother. Taken in by another couple. Believing in things and people she shouldn't. Praying she'll get her little... problem under control. Of course, that's just a guess, right?"


    At this point, what scared Ivana wasn't the fact that she was being targeted by a crazy person. What scared her was how spot-on she was. The more she listened and processed what she was hearing, the more she cried, the more she tried to escape the claws digging into her fur as she began to feel blood running down to the back of her neck. Without thinking, she screaming at the top of her lungs, [color=#ccbbaa]"Mom! Dad! M-" before feeling a paw cover her mouth.


    [color=#eedddd]"Now, now, my darling, let's not do that. You wouldn't want anyone interrupting a private conversation, would you?" she cooed, dragging the sobbing child across the room and sitting her on the bed. [color=#eedddd]"You're not going to yell, but you are going to tell me everything about yourself. Got it?" Ivana watched as the fem's pale blue eyes dilated and, in an instant, felt unable to stop herself from spilling every last bit of information in her brain.


    And, once she was done, the female wore a weary smile. [color=#eedddd]"Well, thank you for that. See how easy it is when you cooperate?" Moving and picking something up, she would add, [color=#eedddd]"When you wake up, tell your father that Emilia has a message: Game on." Before Ivana could begin to register the events, a pawful of vervain was forced down her throat and her head was slammed against her bedroom wall, knocking her out cold. And, just like that, the vampire left the scene.
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    [font=timesnewroman] When you were a demon yourself, you didn't need to be haunted. You could just find yourself a perfectly clear mirror and look at yourself if you were Pressurepoint. You would see the horrible hideous appearance, the real you, the one that could make people hide or look away. But should you be frightened? He supposed not. He would blink and he wouldn't see anything after the nightmares or the haunting figures that constantly whispered in his ears, he controlled it and kept it contained. Was it wrong to not be scared of your demons but rather be curious why they were chasing after you? That they wanted to heave themselves upon you and watch you carry them without a remark? It was odd luggage to always drag around but to be honest, Pressurepoint rather enjoyed the push, the challenge and taunts. It was rather cruel interesting entertainment to see how bad they wanted his secrets, his pressure points that would make him freeze and then squirm for help. He never gave them out, no not yet and hopefully never. That's why he searched and prowled for the rest of the world's secrets, something to fill up the abyss of emptiness inside of him although he wondered if he would ever be filled or satisfied.


    But unlike the vampire, he craved for information, not the blood of anyone. He had heard the cries of Ivana after a while, going to a slow halt with his large radar serval ears twitching and turning towards the direction where the little body was giving its cries out into the air. What was happening? What was the source of her pain? But he waited for a while, unsure if he was just crazy or he had actually heard her since after the mother and father wailing, her voice seemed to have been snapped off and the connection was gone. The tall lean ivory alabaster male blinked his dead malicious sinister frozen gaze and slowly began to walk away, deciding it really wasn't his level of interest. Meh, she was probably having childish nightmares or trying to get attention since little children were always snobs for the limelight that would shower them since they were all so 'cute'. So with that sudden pause of torturous silence, the long legged wildcat began to stalk a couple of steps forward, slipping through the crowds and keeping an ear out for any useful information he could use to stab people in the back.


    But the little wails had been something interesting to him. Maybe it was the attraction that the source of pain that Ivana was receiving was something he could connect to her and her loved ones files. So as he accidentally tripped a npc clanmate who cursed him, the Danish predatory male glanced over his broad shoulder to glance back to the little girl's room. Hmph, Pressurepoint decided to go back and retrace his steps to see if he could find anything good. With his nimble agile figure swimming through the crowds and groups, he hung to the curtains of the shadows until he managed to reach the door of the child.


    "Knock knock. Mind letting me in?" The crisp cold rumbling voice of Pressurepoint called out as the sinister gentleman hung out at the front door before deciding to peek in when no response came. But then he realized why no answer had been received to his question. His permafrost icicles for eyes dropped to the floor to notice the little short legged girl on the floor, unconscious and looking rather banged up as if someone had been slapping her around. No pity expressed itself on his facial features but a small frown laced his snow white jaws while his gaze narrowed and he stalked cautiously in, his pale ghostly white fur bristling and his claws beginning to unfoil if the person who had injured her was still here. But as he investigated about, he found nothing from no one until he decided to go check on the figure of Ivana.


    Relaxing his fur and sheathing his claws, the lean wildcat leaned down to poke her shoulder with his nose while he called out rather softly "Ivana? Hey, can you hear me?" He didn't really care but what could he say, he wanted to hear the story of what had happened to the little anklebiter.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Much unlike Pressurepoint, he found the wails alarming. Of course he did— he was the girl's "father" after all. He had no idea who her actual mother was, but if it was someone who got rid of their child he most certainly did not want to meet them, as he would probably beat the absolute hell out of them for doing such a thing to a child.


    He had been sound asleep when he heard a scream, but it was short lived as it sounded like the voice was cut off. Disgruntled, Jax rose from his slumber and jumped off of his bed, nearly tripping over his paws from the sleepiness. He cursed under his breath and picked himself up before finally exiting the room. He then began to follow the general direction where he heard the muffled scream had sounded from, padding through the halls until he finally came upon Pressurepoint standing at someone's door... Ivana's door. The vampire hunter snapped out of his sleepy state at the thought of his daughter being hurt again. God, his family could never catch a break, now could they?


    Jax padded in after the businessman, then jogging over to the beaten body of his adopted daughter. "Ivana," he breathed, staring down at her body. She was still breathing, so that was good. But as he observed further he realized that she had multiple wounds and there was goddamn vervain shoved down her throat. He ate the herb on a daily basis to protect him from vampires, but it was torture if a vampire ate it. Reasons Why it Sucks Having a Vampire for a Daughter When You're a Vampire Hunter, a book written by Jax Lucian. He glanced over at Pressurepoint, who seemed to be trying to wake her up. Oh no, he'd most definitely be interested in this.


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    Those were the first words to leave the child's mouth when she saw her friends unconscious body. Charmaine couldn't have imagined what Ivana must have gone through to end up like this. Why would someone do this to a child? And would there be a next? And if so, who? Would it be her? The thought made Charmaine shudder. She was terrified that this person was out to rob each and every child if their innocence. And Charmaine was as innocent as they got.




    The child took a deep breath as an attempt to calm her nerves. Would Ivana be okay? Of course she would, right? After all Windclan had one of the best medical programs thanks to Cloudhouse and his untraditional herbs. Yeah, Ivana would be okay, but the more chilling idea was that whoever did this could still be out there, waiting to strike again on an unsuspecting little girl.[/fancypost]


    [sub] #MELTEMPLATE Δ

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    The child could, indeed, hear Pressurepoint. Barely. She was just slightly conscious when she heard more voices, sounding groggy and far away, and felt the burning sensation of the vervain. Immediately, Ivana's eyes shot open as she curled in on herself, coughing up the herb until the pain in her mouth was gone and she was only coughing up blood. She was quiet for a moment, trying to keep herself from crying in front of the trio, eventually giving up as a waterfall of tears came and she went rushing towards Jax.


    [b]"Sh- She broke in here and she was talking about someone named Katherine and she made me tell her everything and she knew who you were," she rambled through sobs, fear running through her as she recalled the whole event again.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]Peachmoon, like the others, had heard the cries and was immediately onto the scene as well. The girl teleported rapidly from area to area until she found herself dead in front of Pressurepoint. Why him? Well, if he was there — in Ivana's room — then that couldn't be a good sign. The screams, her daughter's broken stature...that only meant that Pressurepoint would be there to store away some valuable information, and perhaps something that shouldn't be known. Peachmoon wasn't sure where their relationship stood, whether they were friend or foe, but she would protect Ivana nevertheless. That was what good mothers did, right? God, she hoped so.


    "Hey there, hon," the alabaster vulpine greeted him with a sickeningly sweet grin, similar to what he often gave her. She glanced around for a few moments; at Ivana, at Jax, at everyone there. Ah, so he hadn't done anything himself just yet. Hm. Well, then. She tipped her head to the side and winked at the blackmailer before teleporting to Ivana and Jax's side. She only wanted to fuck with the guy for a moment or two.


    Immediately, Peachmoon dropped her wicked smile and instead loomed over her adoptive daughter with her mouth slightly agape. Vervain. That was a vampire's weakness, wasn't it? Then she had to make her get it all out. Not listening to what Ivana had to say just yet, Peachmoon conjured up some yarrow and let it drop to the floor. "Ivana...can you swallow this for me?" the girl spoke in a soothing tone. It wouldn't exactly taste the greatest, but wanted to ensure that her daughter was safe. Then she'd move onto the story of this whole catastrophe.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; margin-top: -10px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][hr]⋆ Feeling relief wash over her as her mother appeared, Ivana furrowed her brows as the conjured herb was offered to her. Knowing better than to question the Intern, especially in this state, the child nodded and ate the yarrow. She struggled to her paws as she quickly as she could and, within moments, vomited in a decorative box any vervain that was left in her system. [b]"I'm sorry,"     she murmured, feeling tears again. [color=#ccbbaa]"I... I couldn't defend myself. I didn't know how or what to do."
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    "Tish nut chur fault, Margo," hummed the concerned voice of Fadedmemories as she padded near, eyes holding slight worry in them.

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    Vervain.


    It harmed her too, as she was also a vampire. She hadn't known that Ivana was a vampire, and honestly she felt so sorry for her, having vervain shoved in her mouth. Non-vampires didn't understand how awful and excruciating the pain from touching or consuming vervain was.


    With a concerned frown, the lilac point approached, making sure to keep a steady distance from the vervain. "Are you okay?" She knew she wasn't - she herself had experienced vervain once and knew that after consuming it you were most certainly NOT okay, but she couldn't allow her own secret to go uncovered.


    Aux wondered what had happened, how the awful herb had even gotten in her mouth, but instead of asking questions, she merely remained silently, watching with a tinge of fear in her pale blue eyes.

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    [sub] #MELTEMPLATE Δ

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    The name made Jax want to cringe. She was the vampire who tried to assassinate him a while back, and he did not fancy her. Who would even fancy that insane bastard? Jax frowned as his lover gave their daughter yarrow and made her vomit up the poison. Jax ate vervain on a daily basis as he was a vampire hunter. Perhaps he should start making Peachmoon eat vervain? It protected them from being bitten or manipulated, after all.


    "It's not your fault, Ivana. Do you know the name of the woman who told you about Katherine? Daddy needs to know so that he can go fix the problem," the vampire hunter asked her, cocking his head in question. Someone who knew him and Katherine... could it be someone who knew him from his old vampire organization? It might be a Targaryen or a Mikaelson. He hated dealing with those vampires— they hated him, and vice versa.


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    [justify][sup]Tansy arrived at the scene, alarmed by the wails of her Clanmate. She didn't know Ivana very well, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be concerned. She made her way to Auxy's side. "Will she be okay?" she murmured.[/fancypost]


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    "She'll be okay. Vervain is a bitch." She murmured, in response to Tansy. Having firsthand experienced the effects of vervain on vampires, she knew it definitely was NOT a pleasant experience, but you got through it and survived.

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    [justify][sup]"That's a relief," Tansy sighed.[/fancypost]


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