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[casperfallon]

Casper scrunched up the little bit of paper and put it in his pocket. So the man was going away again, why did he care? He cared because the man was the only person who cared about him. The only person who had looked after the thin lycanthrope when no one else had done. What if he got hurt and didn't come back? Then what? Casper sighed and ordered a black coffee to cal his nerves. He had to look out for everyone now, be responsible and sensible. Fuck that. They should be older to look after themselves by now. Besides, what if he was busy? You couldn't just lumber something like that one a poor teenage boy!

Casper ran a hand through his unruly hair and just people watched. That was all he ever seemed to do anymore. People watch. The fat people, the ugly people...normal people. Something he wasn't. Something he wished he was. Well, part of him did anyway. He would always want to be normal until the full moon when he finally felt his release and his freedom. Not that it mattered anymore anyway. Casper leant back against the warm wooden chair and smirked to himself. If he had to take care of the others then they would never know what had hit them. He bit his lip to hide his half manic grin as the waitress walked over and handed him his coffee.

Taking a sip of his drink, Casper stared out of the window again. It was the middle of the day - so he was certainly safe from vampires. But it was the humans he worried about. Stupid, ignorant humans. If they found about werewolves and vampires...well then there would be a war on their hands. Everyone wanting to be immortal and the selfish vampires giving it away like candy...stupid stupid stupid. It was then - while stupid people watching that he saw someone. A very interesting someone to say the least. Casper smiled to himself as the stranger crossed the busy road outside and walked, very gracefully into the cafe. Casper kept his head down, but his smirk was certainly visible under his hair - which had conveniently tried to cover his face from view.

The lycanthrope tried to catch a glimpse of the person again as they walked in, but no such luck. Maybe they would side down near to the thin boy so he could get a better look...there was always that spare seat opposite...

[mattiga]

Mattiga walked down the street in an unusual happy mood. he could smell the lovely scent of coffee from what seemed miles away and was fallowing his nose. He drifted in between people on the streets and finally got to the cafe. The source of the coffee scent. He took a deep inhale before entering the small building and slipping up to the counter.

He was dressed simply in slightly loose blue jeans that had the knees torn out, white converse with blue laces, a black studded belt, a white tank top and a blue jacket with a pastel rainbow splattered in blood on the back. He flicked his hood down revealing black, straight, sleek hair slightly falling past his ears and the bangs falling in his blue eyes. He rubbed his eyes slightly shifting the right contact back into its proper place before addressing the waitress.

"Hello Ma'am. I'd like a double express extra whipped cream less cream. Coffee from the oldest setting pot. The blacker the better." he said in a soft voice with a grin on his face. He then sat back and looked about the room. There were actually quite a few people here, this surprised him. He gazed from one side of the room to another turning completely around on the stool he was seated apon. His gaze came to rest on a guy sitting a few seats over.

He smiled softly and then looked back to the waitress who had just brought his coffee. "Ahh..thank you Ma'am." he said breathlessly as he paid for the drink and then brought it close to his lips. He grasped the mug with both hands and took a deep inhale of the strong aroma before sipping the connexion slowly. He shuddered slightly as the coffee filled his throat and the warmth radiated throughout his entire body.

He set the mug down a few moments later and propped his head on one hand as he gazed at the guy he had spotted earlier. He shook his hair down a bit to hide his eyes, he didn't want to be accused of staring but how could he not? This guy sparked his interest, in more ways than one.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was pacing through London again. He had recovered from his last trip where he had received news that his Mother was dying. It had been a week and he wanted to try to find his Dark Angel again. But he had been coming up empty. An interesting specimen of humanity was crossing the street just in front of him, heading into a coffee shop. He smirked; well he'd welcome a distraction.

He followed the boy into the shop and was greeted by the almost overpowering scent of coffee. He slipped behind the boy as he placed his order and stood there just out of sight. He chanced to peruse the room as he waited for his turn. There was a good crowd and he wondered if he might be "forced" to sit with the boy he was trailing. But he spotted another definate prospect, he was darkly handsome, and Morgan was torn as to which to chase.

He stuffed his hands into his tight black jeans and scrunched his shoulders wrinkling his blood red t-shirt across his thin body. The first boy paid for his order and took a seat, not with the other but near him. Hmmm, nice, Morgan thought. He ordered a Cappuccino, Rum flavored without whipped cream. and paid swiftly to check his options again. He didn't want to wait to be brought his drink, he needed an excuse to sit and it would be more authentic if he had drink in hand.

Neither boy had moved, he grinned and approached the empty seat opposite the second boy. It was in a position where he could be near the other if he should be turned down. He looked at the seat, and ask in his lilting Irish tinged voice, "Is this seat taken? The place seems to be full and I would like to rest and drink my cuppa."

[casperfallon]

Casper smiled at the two new arrivals. There's no harm in letting the poor boy sit down, he thought to himself. He simply smiled his approval and took the warm coffee in his spindly fingers and drew the beverage up to his thin lips. He hadn't noticed what either of the boys looked like until they had walked in. To tell the truth, they were both very good looking. Casper blew lightly over his coffee and smiled to himself again. It was a shame that he was so different, otherwise there would have been no risk with taking them out for a drink...or even back to his flat.

But a lycanthrope would never involve himself in humans, not a chance. Humans were for laughing at and for killing. Nothing more, nothing less. Casper looked over to the first boy and saw he too was drinking a black coffee - well, at least the boy had taste. Said boy had beautifully kept hair and he looked very available. If it was possible to look available. Casper looked back down at his drink, his eyelashes covering his bright green eyes as he took another sip of his drink. It was a shame he would never think of himself as good-looking...because he was. Very. He had well kept hair, perfect skin - minus the scars, and a beautiful complexion. But that was the problem, men weren't supposed to be beautiful. Casper looked dejectedly into the dark swirls of coffee as he then leant back in his seat to look at the boy who had just sad opposite him.

This boy was a looker too and very confident. That wasn't always a good thing though, Casper liked the shy boys too - especially ones who liked the same things as he did. But it didn't matter, not really, because he wasn't going to date any of them anyway. He would stick with his own kind and that would be it. No problems, no questions and no hurt. Casper looked up at the boy in front of him and smiled, "So, what brings a boy like you here on a day like this?" he asked, his voice silky and smooth. He wanted to be alluring, to be charming. To be different. He played his part exceptionally well.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan appraised the boy in front of him, He took in the dark hair and clear skin. He was pleased, this was definately someone he would typically get to know. A dark look passed over his face as he thought about recent events, but his typical optimistic demeanor broke through and a smile lit his face and his turquoise eyes shone with inner light. He was in a good position, where he could talk to both boys. He took the seat and turned so he could see both boys. He set his cup down on the table, flavored coffee wasn't really his thing, but this tasted of Rum and he could use a drink; but it was too early in the day.

He looked at the boy when he asked what he was doing here on a day like this. Morgan detected a note of the Emerald Isle in the other boy's voice, and almost asked from where he hailed. He refrained and thought about how typically overcast London was sunny and beautiful, so why was he here in a coffee shop? "Well," he began, "I was looking for a friend I met about a week ago, but I can't seem to find them today, so rather than crash my other friend's house, he probably wouldn't appreciate it anyhow, I decided to wander, Fate chanced that I should wind up here."

He looked at the other boy again; he was easy on the eyes and Morgan needed a distraction from the morose events that had passed this week. His face faltered again as he thought about going home to the empty Castle. Well fate would dictate if he might be granted a reprieve and not have to go home just yet. He glanced around as he took a sip of the coffee, he grimaced, it was not all that great. The other boy was still there, and seemed to be glancing their way. Hmmm, he was eye candy too. What luck.

[mattiga]

Mattiga watched as another guy walked over to the first guy he was watching. He raised an eyebrow as he sipped at his coffee. This guy was interesting but, the first guy just had that alluring roughness to him that really captivated Matt's interest. He gazed apon this guy and studied him from head to toe.

The nice ample shades of various browns in his wild hair, his deep brown..or were they green eyes, hard to tell from such a distance, his pale skin littered with scars, his simplistic attire, quite similar to what he himself wore under the jackets at least, and this guy's build wasn't bad either. Matt finished of his coffee and turned towards the two guys a bit more.

He turned his attention to the other guys. Nice dark hair, eyes that were confident and yet still seemed to pool in depression, pale skin, simple attire. Yet something just didn't scream "LOOK AT ME!" when mattiga looked at this guy. He just didn't feel the roughness that he felt when looking at the other guy.

He sighed and turned back to his empty cup. He frowned and dug in his pockets for some more money to buy another cup but found them to be empty. "Well, there goes my happy day." he mumbled under his breath. He looked again at the two boys and blinked in slight surprise to find the lesser of two looking guys looking back at him. He smiled softly at the he guy and shoved himself off of the stool and walked over to the tow guys.

"Hey there." he said looking at the depressed eyed boy,"Mind if I sit over here? It's getting crowded back over there." he nodded his head back to his former seat which now had already been taken. His former position was indeed getting to be quite crowded. He stood awaiting a response and trying to keep his eyes off of the scarred guy. He found this impossible and looked over at him.

[casperfallon]

Casper looked at the second boy and smiled, moving his chair over slightly so that the boy would fit in. Well, this was turning out to be an interesting day, there he was, the thin -almost invisible - lycanthrope, sitting in between two rather dashing young men. Casper finished off his coffee and ordered another and one for the boy who had been rummaging in his pockets just moments before. That was another good thing about living with Edward - he was extremely rich. Casper had always had anything he wanted. Edward's money was usually spent on Casper's new clothes or his coffee addiction, which seemed to have triggered many more addictions. Not that they boy cared about his health. He was what he was, and nothing would change that.

The waitress brought over the newly ordered coffees and set them down clumsily on the table. Luckily, she didn't spill any. Casper smiled his thanks as he walked away, trying her best to keep her head high. Chuckling lightly to himself, Casper opened a packet of sugar and let the contents roll slowly into the steaming black coffee. He took ahold of the mug with both his hands and then looked towards his new found company. They looked rather awkward, rather out of place. I should probably say something, Casper thought, But what?. Casper licked his bottom lip - it would have been a rather seductive gesture had the lycanthrope been paying any attention to what he was doing. Slowly he rolled his bottom lip under his top teeth, catching the skin and holding it as he looked between the two boys. "I'm Casper," he said eventually, as if it was the most normal way to introduce ones' self in the world. "Like the friendly ghost...though, I'm not a ghost. But I can't deny I'm friendly, just like a puppy." he smirked at his own little joke and proceeded to take a sip of his drink, savoring the flavour as it snaked down his throat.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan moved his chair a little to better accomodate the other boy, and so he could face them both again. He watched as the other boy sat down and waited while the boy whose table had been crashed ordered for himself and the other boy. When they were settled he looked from one to the other. Was it his imagination or did this new rival seem more interested in the other boy? Ah well, he could hold his own or bow out gracefully if it came to it. Hell, in the mindset he was currently in maybe they could all three go somewhere a little less crowded.

He smiled warmly and allowed the gesture to light his eyes again. Then the boy with the shorter hair, the origional one offered his name. Casper chuckled at the joke, but he watched Casper's eyes as he made it. There was a secret glint there. Morgan was from Ireland and the old tales were more than legends; so he tried to cypher the hidden meaning in his words. He realized he didn't care what was hidden, he looked at the third addition to the table, and wondered if he too shared some history from Ireland. Morgan had not detected anything of a lilt to his speech, but these days you never knew.

Thinking this he caught the waitress' eye and ordered a strong cup of black coffee and had her take the cup with the remains of the cappucino. He paid again, and slipped one of the sugar packets and stirred it into the cup before taking a long pull. It was much better. He looked at the other boys after setting down his cup and offered his name as well, "I'm Morgan," he said simply, "Morgan Dubhbraon, nice to meet you."

[mattiga]

Mattiga studied the guys up close and found his liking still strayed to the rough looking guy. His eyes rested on him for a few seconds before going back to the other and looking him over properly. He smiled inwardly as he noted the piercings on his lip. He absent mindedly bit his lip piercing and then waited as the two moved over opening up a seat for him to sit.

Mattiga smiled as he took the offered seat and had to refrain from smiling even more at the coffee. he watched both guys add sugar to their coffees and almost reached for the sugar but then shrugged and sipped the coffee pure. "Hmm, Casper...Morgan....Pleasure to meet you both. I'm Mattiga Bontecou. Matt for short." He smiled happily as he sipped the coffee again.

"Hmm you both seem to have slight, or more than slight accents, where are you from?" He asked. He then thought perhaps it rude but too late for that now. He wondered if they would spot anything Canadian in him. he didn't even have an accent, or so he was told. He smiled once again and sat back in his chair with his cup of coffee.

A few moments later though and his smile turned down for a split second. He felt the all too familiar burning sensation along his spine. His eyes flicked from the one guy to the other quickly and then back o his cup. he would pretend nothing had occurred.

He waited their answers with keen interest. He was after all always interested in people's roots. He loved any trivia he might pick up, after all, having random trivia was another favorite thing of his. He never knew when it might come in handy. He looked back to Casper expecting him to answer first. If not, ah well. Morgan seemed interesting enough.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan grinned at the boy "Bontecou, that's got a ring of French to it...somethign like 'in the mind' right?" he asked conversationally. He tipped his cup to take another swig, the caffiene washing away the meloncholy until it was nothing more then a mamory. He was still saddened by his Mother's untimely accident and resultant death, but the company of these boys seemed to override that sadness adn remind him of how much he enjoyed life.

He thought for a moment and then chanced to answer the boys question, "If I'm guessing correctly, Casper and myself have some roots in common on the Emerald Isle. Though I hail from County Donegal, and he's got a more polished hint to his brogue." Morgan's turquoise eyes flashed deeper blue momentarily in his newfound happiness. Yes this distraction was certainly cathartic.

He wished they were in Ireland now, he would welcome them to his familial Castle. He spoke these thoughts aloud, "Would that were were in Ireland; I'd welcome you both to visit me home, Castle Kelly. There'd be plenty of room, and summat to do." He thought of the horses they could ride, and his vintage cars to take trips in. Or just lazing in the library or in the pond swimming. He looked them over again, ah yes, he would love to take a swim with these boys, a midnight swim would do him just fine! Just to forget the present and enjoy time with someone else.

He slugged the last of his coffee as he tried to figure them out. Both seemed interested in the others, so he felt confident they were at least open minded if not openly accepting as he was. He looked at Casper, very nice in that rough 'been there done that don't care what you think' sort of way. Mattiga was slightly more refined but he too seemed to have an air about him. Morgan had not missed the shiver he had affected a moment ago either, something of the goose walking across his grave. He grinned. Ahh Fate, my dearest friend, he thought. But perhaps he was only the catalyst to join these two together? Well he'd play whatever part Fate had for him today, it was sure to be an enjoyable encounter if just to meet two more souls in this world.

[casperfallon]

Casper smiled gently, his eyes flickering between the two very similar boys. He had never been one to spend time in a coffee shop, idle chit-chat wasting the day away. Casper was always one to go and and have fun, to not care of the consequences that would occur. To live life to the full. That was how he spent his days - when he wasn't working. Nothing in this world is free and Casper had learnt that lesson very quickly. Of course, Edward did have money - but he encouraged his sons and daughters to make the most out of what they could achieve. Casper, though not especially smart had recently been accepted to university where he was studying to be a doctor. Something about being in a hospital, surrounded by cooling blood and dying humans calmed his nerves. He remembered the time when he was just three years old and he had walked into a hospital to see him real mother, after she had given birth. A man had recently died in the ward next to them and his cold limp body was carted through the sterile hallways for people to gawp and stare at. Casper hadn't done either of those things, instead he had walked a little way behind the corpse until it had been shut behind solid, steel doors. He sat for hours, waiting for someone to come back out of the room. Eventually a young nurse did, she asked Casper if he knew the man - the child immediately lied and said 'yes' and was taken down to see the dead body. His small fingers had held the cold, lifeless hand of the man and slipped his wedding ring off his finger. Casper still had it, on a chain around his neck. He was never sure why he kept it, but he knew it's cool metal calmed him down, kept him safe. As if the man had followed his ring and was looking after the werewolf, every step he took...

Casper was abruptly forced out of his day dream when he was asked where he had come from. He didn't really know how to explain. His family was vast and complicated and they never stayed in the same place for more than a year. But then there was Edward - and his half family. They were more important to Casper than his real family.
"I'm from London...originally," he began, his fingers playing with the teaspoon that had been resting on the table. The cool metal made his fingers tingle slightly as he finally put the object down with a tinkle. "Though, I suppose I don't spend any time here to have a London accent. I live in Bishop's Stortford. I doubt you've heard of it. It's a town just on the outskirts. We - my brothers and sisters - we like it because there's almost one hundred acres of open land. We're all a bunch of hippies really," he joked, moving the thoughts of the open space away from his mind. That was where they all transformed. Where they played and spent their freest hours. He loved to just run around in the fresh air - even when he wasn't a wolf. Most of his kind preferred to keep their place of changing separate from their lives, but Edward had always taught them to embrace the change. It was part of who they were, nothing to be ashamed of.

It was then Morgan started talking about his own home, Ireland. What a magical place that country was. Casper knew it well, seeing as his brother, Maverick, had been born there. Mav was the only person who talked about his life before being bitten. The others kept their silence, as if trying to forget it. He had come from 'Derry, a county on the border of Donegal. Casper turned to the boy and smirked when he almost offered to take them 'back to his place'.
"You hardly know us, we could be murders for all you know," Casper said, a cheeky smile on his face and a glint in his eye. He didn't care if they found out he had killed. What good would it do? Who would they run to? The police? Ha! Half the police force were werewolves anyway. People just didn't bother noticing. Werewolves were everywhere....just waiting...

[mattiga]

Matt smirked at Morgan's question,"Yeah my name translates to dark pain in the mind. Hmm a depressing headache." He blinked as he made the last realization and then grinned. He then turned to Casper as he began to speak of where he was from.

'London...sweet.' He thought silently to himself. he sat back in his chair and thought over his home. Candania, as he often referred to Canada as. He smirked again and listened more carefully.

"Hmm both of you are from this side of the ocean, eh? Hmm I'm odd man out. I'm from Candania..a.k.a. Canada. Huge lonely open vast plains of arctic tundra that goes on for miles. Though you can only see the whiteness half the year. The other half we are blanketed comfily in darkness." He chuckled at a sudden thought of just how much time darkness covered his small neighborhood.

"Anyhow. So London, Ireland, and Candania. Hmmmm." He sat back and closed his eyes as the usual annoying burning sensation started up again. He clenched his jaw tightly and then sat forward. AT the mention of murderers.

His eyes brightened and he tilted his head slightly to the right,"We be murderers?" he looked down at himself then back at Casper,"You two look murderous. You with your rugged look, you with your depressing eyes. Am I the demon with an angel's mask?"

He sat back again and thought this over carefully then grinned at the thought. His right hand disappeared into his jacket pocket tightly balled into a tight fist. Casper was a perfect candidate. However, not being in Canada meant he had to behave himself. 'Darn me an cross ocean traveling.' he thought to himself then looked back to the two guys before him awaiting their answers.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan chuckled at Casper's comment that they might be murderers, obviously directed to his invitation. They would not be the first to walk the halls of that ancient Castle if they were. His attention was distracted by the other boy, Mattiga. He responded to the question about his name, and made a feeble joke concerning it. He turned the corners of his lips again in reply.

He listened politely to the drabble about Canada, Morgan had never been and had no intention of going to the North American country. However, the next assessment, trying to define their characters was interesting. If they were a band of murderers Casper could fit the part, seductively attractive. Mattiga had said, what...Demon with an Angel's face? Morgan appraised him more fully, he did have an almost innocent face, but there was a dark aura about him. He had secrets to hide, yes, he could be a plausable murderer. But Morgan was full of life, and didn't know if he fit the bill. Oh he had people he'd just as soon kill as look at, but he'd never acted on that.

He thought of Duskarie again, was she a murderess? She had an enchantment as a Dark Angel, what was her secret she had not wanted to reveal? She had restrained herself in their lovemaking, he had sensed it. Hmmm, for her he would murder. Yes he too could be a murderer. His eyes had darkened to their black ice as he pondered the question. He looked up at the pair.

He raised his cup of coffee in a gesture as if he were proposing a toast, "To the band of murderers then," he said with a dark grin. His black eyes were glinting.

He looked at Casper and Mattiga. Casper was a family man, but he had something dark over him too. Morgan was intrigued by the chance companions he had discovered. Two dark figures, and he whose heart was black coal for the moment.