With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by ALANA VALENTINO on May 12, 2020 13:58:51 GMT
There was a hunger that no human could fathom that burned each and every fibre of Alana's being. No one had felt hunger like hers in their lifetime, of that Alana was sure. Would she divulge this information - this first hand recount to the Master of defending against dark arts? Perhaps. One day, in that moment when she slake her thirst with the old Irishman's blood. He'd see the hunger burning in her eyes in his final moments as she sucked the life from his ancient arteries. Alana idly wondered if he would taste different? If his blood would be tainted similarly spicy as any dish garnished with ginger had been in her human experience? The vampire drew in a breath - not because she had to, but because there was a sense of calming familiarity and grounding that came with such an action and pulled her lifeless, shark-like eyes away from the Professors' table to gaze with contempt at the blood bag made available to her.
The deep red liquid within the bag held all the appeal of drinking from ... well. A muggle.
Alana could pass on this meal this evening without causing too much distress amongst the bleeding hearts that made up the Hogwarts faculty. 'I survived on much less during the summer' she would lie perfectly if asked, with her big brown puppy eyes and sweet, angelic flicker of her lashes, 'honestly a bag a night is just indulgence'. It was easy for her to slip away from the table as she was small enough to be mistaken for a first year that none of the older students wanted to draw the attention of... and let's face it, what friends she had before becoming a deadly creature had practically vanished like the snowflakes they were.
Instead she sought out her own meal for the night; her Bloodbag. There was a level of affection in her cold, dead heart for the boy, she would suppose. It's the same kind of affection one has for anything they enjoy devouring; humans love their coffee, for example. She even found his droll attempts to be a rebel in classes less infuriating after each time her fangs had sunk into his clammy, pasty, white flesh. In her search for Bloodbag, her purple dragonhide boots were charmed to make no sound with her footfalls away from the Great Hall, not that she really needed such a charm as she would naturally glide anyway. The hallway was practically empty as the last few straggling students made their way towards the food, so it made it easy to spot her third favourite meal on legs as he rounded the corner.
With the nimble, fluid movements of a classically trained dancer, Alana took hold of Greyson and tugged him quickly into the nearest room. "I'm hungry," she whispered hoarsely, her black pupils fully dialated as the very scent of her bloodbag tickled at her nostrils. Was she excited? Very much so. The moment the door latched behind them and Alana felt a bench in the small of her back, she wasted no time hoisting herself up and possessively wrapping her legs around the boy's waist. "Give it to me," she demanded, licking her lips as her strong little fingers grasped desparately at the folds of fabric at Greyson's neck.
Let it be known to everyone that Greyson loved his brother but as he meandered his way towards the great hall, he didn't particularly feel like he was going to like him tonight. Why? Because they were having dinner together and Gabriel was going to go all posh pants on him, bitching about how Greyson needed to expand his palate beyond just salt and pepper, suggesting he try some... fancy arse shit like basil on his lamb. Even though Gabe insisted that apparently the herb was in arms-reach every time they had dinner, Greyson didn't believe him one bit. He was of the firm belief that Gabriel kept the shit in his dorm and brought it with him to meals in order prove just how much he knew about food to the 'less refined' 'puffs that sat at the table with him.
Grimacing as he turned the corner, Greyson found himself accosted all of a sudden, shoved into an empty room by no other than his favourite fanged harpy, Alana Valentino. Fuck yeah. It had been ages since the girl had sank her sharp teeth into his flesh, slurping up his blood, and he was going to look forward to this. He always did. It was a heady rush, playing this type of dangerous game with her, because if she took one misstep... if she sucked on his neck for a second too long... then he lost. But really, in these circumstances, was losing that bad? He didn't think so. Sometimes he thought winning was worse.
"Your girlfriend's going to bitch when I tell her you begged for me to give it to you," he said, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. He liked Kaylie - actually, she was one of the only people in Hogwarts he could stand - but pissing the Slytherin girl off was fun, especially when he could do so by baiting her about Alana. Tilting his head to the side, exposing the junction of his neck that she was desperately seeking, his smirk didn't die down one little bit as he gave her a demand of his own, "Go ahead and take what you need, Valentino. Suck me."
Post by ALANA VALENTINO on May 21, 2020 13:33:23 GMT
The scent of her victim friend engulfed Alana and with his body wrapped firmly inside her strong thighs, she could feel the heat radiating from him. It was intoxicating. ”Are you really threatening to dob on me, Avery?” Alana asked, her voice thick with longing as his neck finally freed itself and she let out a soft groan. Was it her imagination could she see the pulse beneath those horrid neck tattoos? Her fangs dragged against the soft, pink skin of her lips as her feet locked around Greyson’s arse – it was no good to let her dinner escape, after all.
”Glad to see your death wish is as strong as ever,” Alana mused as she smoothed her thumb over the tender skin at Greyson’s neck. Take what you need indeed. Without a moment’s further hesitation, Alana sunk her teeth deep into the meat of him. She was rather forceful, not the tender and careful piercing she often used when feeding from Aiden or Kaylie. No, with Greyson one small hand kept his head where she wanted it and the other dug nails into his shoulders whilst she sunk her teeth in as far as they could possibly go. It wasn’t long before the delicious liquid began flowing out of him and into her. He tasted so good as she gulped and sucked, her tongue working on his skin as if it would help draw his blood into her mouth faster. The hand that had previously cupped his jawline had crawled into his hairline, curling her fingers tightly in his short, dark locks.
”Mmmmph,” came the wet, happy sound of a vampire reaching Cloud 9. She could feel the thick, warm liquid gush down her throat and she had no intention on stopping. Sorry ‘bout it Greyson – it’s your own fault that you taste so good.
Post by GREYSON AVERY on May 22, 2020 13:46:33 GMT
"What are you going to do about, Valentino? Threaten to bite me?" Greyson shot back, tattooed fingers moving to lightly caress the skin of his own neck, as if to tease 'come and get it' to Alana. Apparently she responded well because the next moments her feet were drawing him forward and her teeth were grazing the skin of his neck. The touch made him shudder because she needed to stop being such a fangtease and just do it already. He wanted - no, he needed her to. He'd been chasing after the intoxicating feeling of exhilaration only being drank from gave him, ever since their last little 'session.'
Finally, finally, she didn't make him wait any longer and strong teeth punctured his neck, eliciting a groan from his normally filthy mouth. The sensation of her sucking on his neck, combined with the sharp sting of her fingernails digging into his shoulders, sent a bone-wrecking thrill through him. He was so caught up in how fucking good it felt that it wasn't until he opened his eyes onto to see spots dancing in front of them that he realised she'd drank too much. Weakly, half-heartedly, he tried to jerk his head back but she was too strong and...
"Gabe," was the only word that he managed to slur out before everything went pitch black, and Greyson's entire body went as limp as a ragdoll.
Post by ALANA VALENTINO on May 30, 2020 0:44:42 GMT
The warmth that Alana's body usually lacked - being forevermore room temperature - coursed through the little vampire's body. It was that very same feeling that Kaylie brought about inside the eternal teenager so many times before, a heady rush of pleasure that would have elicited a primal groan from the creature had her mouth not been full. There was never enough, though. Despite her prey being significantly larger than herself, Alana's cursed hunger was ravenous and the blood began to flow slower and slower all too suddenly. This should have made her stop. Yet both the devil and angel on Alana's strong little shoulders screamed at her for MORE.
That is, until Greyson went all flaccid on her. Her blood bag became heavy within her grasp and before she could uncurl from around his body... they were on the ground in a position that would impress the ancient Indians that wrote that famous book. You know the one. "What the fuck, Avery?" came the growl as Alana unfurled herself. She banged her head on the basin as she did so, which brought another growl from the little blonde creature. "Get up, stop fucking around," she slapped the kid fair across the face because he deserved it.
There was no reddening in his cheeks from the impact and Alana stood dumbstruck for a good few seconds as her brain tried to comprehend what that meant. "Avery?" there was a hint of horror in her voice as her purple dragon hide boot was used to kick at the lifeless body slumped before her. "No, no... No," panic had gripped her otherwise still heart as she looked up into the mirror. There was very little mess - she was a lady after all - but a quick spell cleaned herself up well enough.
Thinking quickly and disgusted that Avery was too big to just use a disappearing charm on... Alana pulled off her boot and quickly cast a transformation spell on it instead. Nestling the newly made, empty alcohol bottle in his hand Alana attempted to cover her tracks. People died of alcohol overdose right? Alana needed to get out of there before she was caught. Had she have thought her plan through better before casually walking out of the boys toilets towards Merlin knew where with only one shoe... she might have thought to at least bang his head on the sink. Make it look like a clumsy accident.
Fuck.
How does a vampire get away with murder in a school of (semi) educated witches and wizards?
Tag: GREYSON AVERY Notes: permission for this has been granted by Bree. Please be aware this is written from the perspective of a frightened, panicked teenager and may not be an accurate portrayal of what Greyson's medical state actually is.
”Merlin’s moist marbles, where is that arsehole?” Gabe was grumpy that he was staring at his dinner for long enough that it was now a tepid, uninviting mess. He’d been looking forward to the gnocchi with burnt butter, lemon and basil as a delicious garnish. Now the two dishes that sat side by side at the Hufflepuff table gave off no steam… it’d taste horrible when that bastard finally got himself to the table and Gabe vowed that he would enjoy every single gooshy bite that stupid prick would take. ”He’d better not have forgotten?” the increasingly peeved Hufflepuff, who felt the gaze of a particularly nosey dorm-mate that kept glancing in his direction… and Josh got at least one bird flipped in his direction as Gabe stood up to look for his twin. ”Stood up, Gabe? Even Greyson doesn’t like your company, eh?” came the jibe that made Gabe leave the table with the glutinous gnocchi plate with him.
”You’re going to get it fair in the face Grey, even if you’re sucking face with some stupid girl,” Gabe was growling as he strode out of the Great Hall on his way to finding the troublesome twin. His academic robes billowed out behind him – but he hadn’t gone far when a strange sound in the male toilet made the youth stop in his tracks. It was a heavy sound – Merlin, was Greyson really standing him up for a bit of nooky in the Merlin damned bathroom of all places? He was only a few steps away from turning the knob when he saw Alana exit in a hurry.
What the fuck was the blood sucking lesbian doing in a boy’s toilet?
Gabe’s heart raced, for even if he hadn’t consciously connected the dots, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Greyson, Gabe thought as he ditched the plate of gnocchi on the closest surface – which turned out to be too small for the plate and it fell with a smoosh onto the stone floor behind Gabe. Apparently the noise was heard by the vampire though, because as Gabe took a last look in her direction she jumped as she turned the corner. He didn’t have time to wonder why Alana was so jumpy though as he opened the bathroom door to see Greyson laying prone on the floor.
”Grey…!” did he yell? Or whisper? Had time stopped or had he moved at a super-human speed to kneel beside his brother. ”Greyson Avery you wake up this instant,” Gabe had tugged on the collar of his brother’s shirt, tears streaming down his eyes with the way that his brother’s head just lolled about with the movement. ”No, no no come on Grey, I can’t lose you again, brother,” his voice was begging pathetically, Gabe was aware. It was when Grey’s head was cradled to his chest that Gabriel felt the cursed vampire bite beneath his fingertips. Very little blood oozed from the holes. ”What… have you done?”
Gabe had to try and think fast. Check for a pulse. Well that advise sounded ridiculous given there was hardly any blood coming from the puncture wounds in Grey’s neck. Breathing?”Right, I won’t even be mad if you wake to give me a wet willy, you hear? This is your one and only chance, brother,” Gabe stuck his ear up to Grey’s mouth and wished his own heart would stop beating so loudly. Was that the faint sound of breath – or just Gabe’s hope? ”Fucking hell, stay here,” Gabe commanded as he shoved his brother off him and scrambled to his feet.
”Don’t you move a muscle you lazy fuck,” Gabe only had one chance … one idea. He had to get more blood into his brother and fast. A quick locking charm on the bathroom would ensure no one happened upon his brother.e Luckily the hospital wing was on this floor and so Gabriel took off as if… well his life did depend on it because his brother was his life. He was out of breath when he got to the hospital wing and he was thankful that the matron seemed to be… out. For the moment. Instead, one of the nurses was sat by the cozy fire with her charmed knitting needles working away at something.
”Good evening, madam, please can I get a vial of blood-replenishing potion? I didn’t do my homework and I … you know what Professor Tyrell is like and…. Oh please?” Gabe was in tears, though not because he was worried about his stupid fucking homework. It did give a damn good dramatic piece of work though. Very convincing, so much so that the nurse nodded and threw him the keys to the potion cabinet. Gabriel worked quickly to find the vial and took off as fast as possible back to his brother. Please don’t be dead.
”Alohamora,” Gabe used his shoulder to barge through the door and skidded to the floor beside Greyson. ”Alright open up, Grey. I want to see your best impersonation of Lydia in the library,” Gabe tilted his brother’s head back a little and dropped a whole bunch of the potion into his brother’s throat. ”Come on, swallow,” Gabe closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Greyson’s. ”Come on, Grey, I love you.”
Slumped on the ground, body as heavy as a sack of potatoes, Greyson completely missed the ruckus going on around him. He didn't see Alana's hasty cover up of the crime - though if he had been conscious, he would have snorted at her short-sighedness of leaving the bathroom with one fucking shoes - nor did he get to witness the complete breakdown of his brother, the one person he loved most in the world. If he had... he would have been impressed. The 'puff finally had his balls drop and leaped into action, instead of standing there like a goldfish with his mouth wide open.
But what he did see after he unknowingly acquiesced with Gabe's request to do his best impression of Lydia Llewellyn and gasped back to life, chest caving in as he sought lungfuls of air, was his brother lingering over him. Just like when they were little... before everything that happened with their dad... their foreheads were touching, like they used to when they hid under the covers at bedtime and tried to communicate with just their brains. They used to be convinced that being a twin... had to be good for something. They missed out on looking alike, maybe they'd been blessed with special brain powers instead - they'd been wrong.
"Should've been a Gryffindor," he mumbled when finally, he caught his breath. Closing his eyes, he coughed before trying to joke lightly, "Fuck, almost died, hey? Bet people'll be disappointed I didn't." A long list of them, too. Maybe Gabriel'd focus on that instead of how he wound up here by offering a vampire his neck, hoping she'd maybe one day grant his death wish. Well... turned out today had been that day, and he wasn't so sure... whether he was happy or sad he'd lived.
