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Mar 5, 2016 18:32:14 GMT -7
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The days hadn't changed since becoming a demon, he just got to spend more time doing what he wanted instead of what he should be doing for a change. For the first time in his life he felt completely free, no guilt about helping the helpless. No more sleepless nights wondering if something was out to get him. Life as a demon was beautiful, now he got why they were so freakin happy all the time, even committing bad deeds. There was no guilt, nothing weighing on his shoulders. A guy could really get used to this! He had spent over 30 years being Dean Winchester who only saw the world in black and white and only cared about Sammy. No wonder no one liked him. Now was his chance to be a different version of himself, one who didn't have his head up his.. you know, someone who was actually worth hanging around and if they didn't like him then to hell with them. He wondered if he could actually make that happen as he sipped on his whiskey.
Looking around the bar he saw nothing appealing, oh well the night was still young and he had plenty of opportunity to take someone to the good ole hotel room and never call them again. This was the life, and it would be over soon as Sam came for him. Which he was hoping wouldn't be for a while yet, baby brother always did have a way of finding him even when he didn't want to be found. Then again, his recent stint in Purgatory proved otherwise. If he would have tried harder instead of playing house with a brunette he might have found him and saved him from all of this bullcrap. He wouldn't have had to get the mark, he wouldn't have had to take all of these steps to become what he was now.
Oh well, maybe he found another brunette to keep him company. That gave him an idea, he sent a message out to anyone listening on the demon waves. Distract Sam Winchester, Ill reward you by not ganking you. There we go that oughta keep him occupied for a day or two. Feeling quite satisfied he decided to challenge people to a game of darts. "Come on, who wants to lose their money?" He called out loud. There had to be some sucker out there. He did a spin, looking to see if anyone would dare go head to head with a Winchester. He then saw something very unexpected heading out the door.Nah, its nothing you have had a lot to drink tonight Dean.. he thought to himself as he went over what it could be in his head. Shaking the idea out of his head would have been the soloution but something told him he had to go check it out. Chalk it up to the old hunter curiosity. Turning on his heel he headed out the door, quiet as a mouse hoping to prove himself wrong. Must be some damn good whiskey in there. |
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Jan 19, 2016 20:24:17 GMT -7
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May 9, 2021 13:12:28 GMT -7
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Alex hadn't really been in Storybrooke for all that long. He knew something was going on there and he wanted to go check things out. Not that there was any specific reason but considering the fact that the rumors spread about some kind of dark one, it only seemed like the perfect place to go cause some trouble. He always loved causing trouble mainly because it felt good releasing all the anger he had inside of him. Sure, there may be other ways he could deal with the anger but he preferred to do it this way. To him, it was just too much fun. Before doing the Immortal Spell, he was kind and put everyone before him and where did that end him up? Alone, with the woman he loved murdered by the woman he absolutely hated more than anything in the world. After his parent's forced him to marry Scarlett, Rayna was the only one he felt he could trust so after she died, he closed himself off from anyone, making sure no one even tried to get close to him.
So far, Alex didn't mind Storybrooke. It was a nice little town, a town that was put under a spell no less and it seemed the place was filled with story book characters, something he was able to tell just with a simple little spell. Sure, he could probably open a portal to send them where they belong but where would the fun be in that? No, he was going to have his fun there.
Deciding that he needed a little something to drink, as usual since drinking was his number one hobby besides Violence. He walked down the street, towards the bar, and took a seat at one of the bar stools. He had been drinking his Scotch for awhile when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice, one he could identify as his own which could only mean one thing. He looked over to see a guy that looked just like him which only confirmed that he was, in fact, one of his doppelgangers.
As soon as he spotted the man, he decided it was time to go, figuring he had enough to drink anyway. So far, in 1500 years, he was able to avoid all of his doppelgangers and he figured it'd be nice to keep it going though if he followed him, he wouldn't exactly run away.
Hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked down the streets, towards his hotel room, he could suddenly feel him behind him and, just to be sure, he took a quick glance, seeing him then advanced forward with a smirk on his face. If he wanted a confrontation, then that's exactly what he would get. Just a half a block down, where there was an empty alley, he turned down it and stopped in the middle as he waited for the man to get there, arms crossed as he looked down, waiting for him.
DON'T TRY TO SAVE ME TONIGHT i'm just a victim with this, sickness within i'm just a memory faded slowly and only the lonely know me |
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