Xander's Cross, Oregon: a small town ringed with forbidding mountains and misty forest. The sky may be gray, but the townspeople are welcoming to people of all kinds...and things that are not quite human as well. Here the native shifters, aliens, werewolves, and witches live in peace. They have yet to find out the new business owners encroaching on the land are also vampires.
The peace has been broken by murder, however, and things in Xander's Cross are about to become quite a bit darker.
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is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
August 20, 2020
The mayor, Rowan Starkwood, was found dead less than a mile from his home. Rumors say his body was mutilated, but the state of the body has not yet been released to the public.
Slow down? Why would they slow down with that mad man on their heels? The moment he thought about it, he was suddenly understanding even as his wife was beginning to explain. It was a dream. It was just a dream, and it was Isolde's dream. None of this was real, she was letting her fear of David turn this into a fiery nightmare.
No, David couldn't hurt them here, and Sol needed to realize that. Her father wasn't actually there because she was already physically out of that bloody manor. Andie was drawing her sister and Eddie near, giving him a nod. He was vaguely aware of how these things worked, but this was certainly the first time he'd ever dived deep into someone else's dreamscape.
Whatever David deserved? He deserved a lot more than they would have time for, so he should probably try and make this quick.
Conor drifted from his family's side to stride forward down that hall as this imagined version of Thornton laughed. Within his fist, he manifested a Smith & Wesson pistol that was immediately aimed towards David's chest. A couple of shots rang off loudly before he was chucking the weapon aside, and suddenly, both hands were gripping an assault rifle and more bullets slammed through the air.
His quick pace never slowed, he didn't stop his advances no matter what this vision of David might do. It was easy to have the courage when it wasn't real, to ignore the smells or physical pain he only thought he might feel. And when the rifle was gone, a metal bat took its place within a blink of an eye; spun around in his hand before his grip tightened. "Batter up, you fuckin' prick," he spat under his breath.
Winding up for a swing, if it wasn't already clear to Isolde, this was out of character for even Conor- so this wasn't real. The fox wasn't foolish enough to go head to head with her father with a measly weapon if it was otherwise. He'd only ever do so if he had no other choice.