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A strange noise entered Damien’s mind that got louder and louder regardless of how loud he turned up the music that he was forcing through his ears. Passer bys gave him an odd look since just about anyone could hear his music on the sidewalk. Still, he kept himself smiling and facing forward. Sadly, at some point, the noise loudly was in his mind, thankfully though, it did not get any louder, but it was the loudest he had ever heard it. This was anything but good, at least in his mind. What on earth could be making that sounded. It sounded loud, very loud, like heels on pavement, but it wasn’t heels on pavement. It was something else, but Damien couldn’t quite put his finger one it. Of course, his face remained neutral, happy even as he walked along before something caught his eye.

The Banshee stopped walking and looked down, eyebrows furrowing together as he spotted the bright red scarf that had wrapped itself around the ankles of his jeans. I bet this is it, he thought to himself as he looked down at the scarf. He then looked up and around. He spotted a young woman who was looking at him, making him feel a bit nervous but he suppressed it as she smiled. He smiled back at her before he looked back down at the scarf, sighing heavily when he figured he would have to actually allow it to touch his skin, which wasn’t overly fond of. The man turned down his music and pulled out his headphones before he draped them around his neck and grabbed the scarf that had wrapped around him. The noise was even louder and as Damien turned and spotted the young woman’s feet, he understood what the noise was.

Damien hadn’t left his spot on the sidewalk so the young woman had to come to him. He felt himself writing on his pant leg and forced himself to pay attention to what he was involuntarily writing. Once he finally got it, he made his hand stop before the girl arrived in front of him. Damien smiled and handed out her scarf to her. “This must be yours,” he told her, his thick, Irish accent making itself quite obvious. He could only hope that this werewolf, this Alpha wouldn’t physically touch him. He was unsure of the consequences that would take place if she did. After all, the tapping in his head had been bad enough, but thankfully, if she took the scarf soon, it would stop.

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Damien gazed over at the woman as she approached before she smiled at him, her nose scrunching a little as she gazed at her scarf. The action made him uncomfortable, the wiggling of her nose. Was she trying to discretely sniff him? He wasn’t sure, but it made him nervous all the same. Still, the young woman said that it was hers before thanking him for grabbing it. She grabbed on to the scarf, and thankfully their hands did not meet. He wasn’t ready for the consequences of that. So, Damien was quick to drop the object so she could have it completely.

It wasn’t long before she stuffed the scarf into her purse and asked him if he was new around Beacon Hills. He nodded his head, finding it quite obvious, but he kept his mouth shut. “Just moved here, actually. New English Teacher at the high school,” he said with a grin, quite proud of his job even though he had yet to start. He enjoyed the idea of helping to mold and sculpt young minds into whatever it was they wanted to do with the rest of their lives, even if getting a degree in English wasn’t what they wanted, he didn’t mind. “How long have you lived here?” He asked her curiously, not wanting to talk about himself much further.

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This young woman was quite peculiar. She told him that it was…good that he was new in Beacon Hills. He nodded his head a bit before she looked down at her phone, typing away as she complimented him, saying that if she would have forgotten a “handsome face” like his, she would have been in worse shape than she thought. He raised an eyebrow, looking her over briefly. He, of course, understood what she was doing, she was attempting to flirt, but he didn’t understand since, well, there was nothing wrong with her.

The young woman apologized for texting while chatting with him before she said that she was moving back to Beacon Hills and stated something about a family emergency that required her to leave for a bit. She said that she wasn’t sure if she was coming back before saying that now she was there. She stated that she forgot how stressful moving could be. He nodded his head in response. ”Yes. Moving can be stressful if you’re unsure as to where you’re going,” he reasoned, unsure of what else to say.

Damien watched as the young woman apologized before she stated that she should introduce herself. She stated that her name was Carina and then did the one thing that Damien didn’t want her to do. She held out her hand, expecting a handshake. ”Damien,” he told her, wringing his hands together a bit. ”Please excuse my…lack of touch. I’m not overly fond of…germs,” he told her, smiling a bit as to make things a little less awkward. It was the excuse he used for years, well, on people who were supernatural.

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Damien was sure that she either didn’t believe his excuse about germs or she thought that it was weird. Either way, the man nodded his head when she repeated what he had told her with the germs. She then made it sound like she thought he was crazy before she put her hand back towards her body and rested it on her purse. She then stated “alright” which was almost “right” again, but instead of not doing anything but sounding confused and befuddled, she smiled at him. She then asked him about grabbing a drink with her, alcoholic or otherwise. He paused a little, wondering if she was hitting on him or not before he figured he should…

Before he could open his mouth, of course, the woman told him that she knew a man who appreciated a good shot of tequila when she saw one. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, smiling a little. ”I’m afraid I don’t do shots anymore, but I do drink the occasional glass of wine,” he told her with a small smile. Sure, she had stated that the drinks would be her treat, but he digressed. He needed to be friendlier, but he didn’t want to…be too friendly. For the moment, he needed to get himself situated in Beacon Hills and he needed to keep himself somewhat distant from the supernatural…for his sanity’s sake.

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Damien looked over at the young woman as she said that wine was good on certain occasions. The banshee liked to think they were god regardless of occasion, but he kept his mouth shut and instead, focused on the sound of her phone buzzing. She looked down at her phone once more before she looked back up at him, apologizing and saying that she would let him get back to her walk before saying that it was nice meeting him and that she was hopeful they would run in to each other again soon. He figured as much, it was Beacon Hills, but instead he smiled and nodded his head in response. She thanked him for catching his scarf and he nodded his head before she moved away.

He put his headphones in, they were not blasting their music for once. There was a moment before he heard Carina’s upset voice speaking in Spanish. Then, she looked at him, with unnerved him. He paused a little, wondering what on earth she was doing. He grew nervous, especially when she hung up her phone and approached him. This wasn’t good, this was not good at all. Her head was tilted to the side. Ooohh this was so not good. This Alpha knew. She knew what he was and she wanted to use him, he could just tell. He heard a wolf’s whimper in his head, and he closed his eyes, trying to will the sound away. He didn’t want any part of this. He already had enough horrors in his life, he didn’t want anymore. But he knew…he knew this Alpha would ask him, would look at him and make him feel as though he had to and he would do it.

Tag; @lilbluesky
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Notes; He's like, "This is not what I signed up for!" But he'll deal with it XD

The way she moved up to him, invading his personal space without a care in the world unnerved the Banshee more than he wanted to say. It was horrible, her people skills. Sure, his were pretty bad but she was purposefully invading his personal space because she wanted to make him uncomfortable enough to say yes to her. He knew she wanted him to help find whoever in the world was lost or hurt or whatnot. It upset him that they barely knew one another and yet she was willing to ask him to do something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He wasn’t sure if she was naïve, stupid, or just rude to actually think of asking him to do such a thing, especially since the two held no emotional connection to one another. It was terrifying and should Damien agree, because he had a feeling he would, he would need her to do a few things for him that she would need to be okay with.

After standing there for a moment, she spoke, saying that he was her family and her pack. Like he should have cared? He cursed his empathy as he thought of his own family. She begged, pleaded for his help and he sighed heavily, upset with himself. ”On one condition,” he told her as he looked over at her. If he was going to have to suffer through more nightmares because of her, she would need to do this for him. ”You will never ask me to do this again, if we ever run in to each other and you will never purposefully seek me out again,” he told her, putting his foot down. Whether or not this would actually happen would remain to be seen. For now, though, he hoped and prayed this was the truth. Was he a friendly man? Sure, to those who knew what he was and despite his…nervousness to touch and get to know people who he knew were supernatural, still tried to be his friend. For this…this was something he wasn’t sure he could be okay with.

Tag; @lilbluesky
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Notes; He is crabby, I apologize.