Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 2:03:57 GMT
It had been, of course, another day in Beacon Hills for Vincent. The night before he had gone out, transformed, and been a happy, lonely hyena. He enjoyed it and really had fun trouncing about, but at the same time he wished that there were more in the clan, he digressed. He knew that that would involve either more hyenas in the family or him turning people into hyenas. He, of course, didn’t want to do this. Given how his parents had been cursed with being werehyenas, he knew that anyone else would consider it a curse as well. While Vincent didn’t mind being a werehyena, others would not agree. He knew that both of his parents didn’t agree, despite the fact that his mother appreciated the power to do what she wanted, whenever she wanted without needing any sort of approval form his father, although she did try and make sure they both worked together on a decision.
It had been one of the days when Vincent’s parents were both at work and the teenager was taking care of his little brother, the young boy who had yet to exhibit any kind of supernatural ability. So, Vincent decided to take him out to a nearby park to play. During this play time, there was no one around, sadly, for his little brother to play with, but Vincent tried his best to make up for it. He tried to make it seem fun by playing with him, swinging with him, or just being goofy. At the moment, he decided to do silly dance moves and stuff like that to the kid-friendly music playlist he had on his phone, which was sitting on a bench near the two of them so he could keep an eye on it, not that he couldn’t get a new one if someone stole it…or found whomever did it via their scent. Still, during this fun, goofy dance party, Vincent hadn’t noticed that someone had arrived at the park.
Tag; Lydia Martin
Words; 333
Notes; Hope this is alright!