When fate intervene again [CW]

DATE | 30th of May
TIME | Around 9.45 pm
SURRONDINGS | There isn't that many people, but still a very nice vibe of drunk and happy people
WEATHER | Humid and hot, might be raining later
ATTIRE | Black tanktop, with denim highwaisted jeans and old worn doctor martines shoes


A slow tone was playing through the speakers, a cover version of the Seven Nation Army song by a beautiful raspy voice, almost giving in the vibe of an old speakeasy. It was a slow night, which made sense at it was a Sunday night. People either had work the next day, or just fell in line with the; it’s not respectable to drink before a weekday. But some people also used this day to hit the town where people wasn’t getting as rowdy as they usually did on Fridays and Saturdays. And what a weekend it had been. Last night Danica and her colleagues had been harshly understaffed, which had made it hard to follow along with all the orders and keeping people in check. In this bar there was a curse that someone always would try to start a barfight. Well, it kind of came with the name; Wolfs Den. So many werewolves came here, and if there were some people that just didn’t knew how to keep their temper in check it was them.

“Danica, would you be so kind to take out the trash?” Sarah shouted from the other side of the bar as she poured whiskey into three glasses to some gentlemen at the bar. Danica nodded and pushed the beers to her own costumers over the counter “that’s 7 pounds love” she said with a raspy voice and gave him a sweet smile as she handed him the card machine. The guy clearly liking what he saw blinked at her and left a tip on the table for her, before taking the cold glasses of beer and walked over to his friends. She grabbed the money slip and put it down into the jar of today’s tips, though it was always so tempting just putting it in your own pocket.  Then she turned around grabbed the two bags of trash and walked to the back exit to the ally way to throw it out.
Nothing out of the ordinary this evening really. Or so she thought.

As Danica stepped into the bar again, it was someone hit her in the chest with a fist. She had a hard time to breathe, what the hell? It took only a minute for her to regain herself, before she finally figured it out. Someone was drawing her, and the burning feeling in her entire body was that of her mate being close by. For the first time, she couldn’t believe how she could have mistaken her ex-fiancé to be her mate. Nothing had felt like this, how the sheer thought of seeing the person made her hair raise, and her heart beating so fast that she was sure that any on the bar with better hearing than a normal human would hear it. Afraid of how it would go down, she peaked through the small door that separated the bar from the backroom. Trying to see if she could find the person without them seeing her.

Danica scrunched her nose as Sarah came into the backroom smelling like a god damn brewery. “Yeah, sure thing hon, maybe next time don’t throw the beer over yourself, yea?” Sarah started laughing and shook her head, it was lucky that at least she could get her snarky humor, especially when she was under presser like she was right now. This god damn mate bond, had her all over the place. As soon as she stepped out and saw him sitting by the bar lounged in the bar stool. Not only was he gorgeous as hell, but the aura around him was also hitting her so fast that she forgot to breathe all together. He was a beta? Oh, for fuck shake this was not something she had even considered. Herself being a mixed breed of witch and werewolf, she never thought that her mating bond would be so strong, which made senses know that she had fought the man that she was going to spend her life with, had been the guy leaving her at the alter. No, this was something totally different, not only could she feel the pull towards him, that every fiber in her body wanted to touch him. It was like her own wolf was screaming to get closer to him. After a minute of just starring, she shook her head “Sorry about that love, thought I’d seen you before” a big smile formed on her lips as she walked over to the beer tap found a glass to pour in the Guinness. Best damn dark beer she knew off. As she did that her eyes glided over the glass spilled all over her feet, a small whisper left her mouth and the shards started to lift them up themselves and found their way into the bin.

As she was done, she turned around and placed it in front of him “There you go, on the house” she lingered with her fingers a little longer on the glass only to see if she could get him to touch her, just a little before she pulled away. How the hell was she supposed to go around this? Hello, my name is Danica and you’re my unclaimed mate? Yeah, didn’t sound right in her ears. So how the hell?

Electricity shot through her body as his fingers slightly touched her fingertips, such a small contact could do so much to her. All she wanted was just to reach out again and touch him once more, but she restrained herself and gave him a small nod “Names Danica, just call me over if you need anything, alright?” she matched his soft smile with her own, as she walked over to another costumer wanting her attention. But it was clear that every time she had a change, her eyes found her way back to the man that she had just given a beer on the house. This was a big mess, how the hell was she supposed to do this? She hadn’t even been out with anyone since the whole thing with Diego leaving her, and now some cosmos joke was making this man, this beta werewolf her mate? How much easier would it have been if it had been a witch, then at least they would have felt it too. What if he would just plain out reject her? She could see the skepticism in his eyes, something about her clearly didn’t sit right with her.

She started cleaning down the bar, as new costumers walked into the bar, she lifted her head and gave the best smile, humans. “Hello welcome to The Wolfs Den, what can I do for you?” the man clearly liked what he saw as his eyes glided down her body and gave her a wolfish grin, if it wasn’t for the fact that someone else had her attention, she would have liked what she saw too. “I’ll take a tall glass of you, sweety” she rolled her eyes and shook her head “Nice try, not going to happen, so fellas what can I give you?” he leaned over, and she could feel his hot breath against her face. “Three pale ales sweetheart” she gave him her best fake smile and nodded turned around, only to lock eyes with the male werewolf before turning to the tap and started to fill up three glasses. Something was off about these guys, how the shifted their eyes around the bar. She didn’t like it, far from it really.

Danica had to hold back a growl as she heard how they talked to him, but even as her shoulders squared, and her jaw tightened but she managed to fill the three glasses before she turned around only to see the man pulling a gun towards the man sitting. She quickly put the glasses down “Leave now” she growled, her eyes shifting to a beautiful golden color, but before she could get them to understand just how bad an idea it was for hunters to think they had anything to say in a town like as Aston and then the wolfs of all places? They had another thing coming. With a shift movement she pulled out a shotgun placed under the counter; the drawback could be heard just as soon as the other guns tricker was pulled. The smell of blood penetrated her nose, and she couldn’t even control it, she flew in to such a dark rage that she shot the person in the leg making him crumble to the floor. Then the other clearly didn’t know which one he should be point his gun at now.

With a howl she jumped over the bar and went straight for him, her hand had transformed, and the claws ripped open his throat. Gurgling after air the last one fell to the ground only leaving the one screaming in pain. Still in a rush of rage she turned around placed her foot on the neck and with a twist it snapped leaving the man dead on the ground with the rest of his friends.
“Bars closed!” she yelled, making everybody drink the rest of the beer and then shuffle out, like this was a normal thing that happened. Granted, this was a bar with a lot of werewolves, and with that came a lot of barfights. Just never, this bloody.
She looked towards the werewolf “Let me see” she said and walked over to him, motion that he should pull up his shirt for her to look at it. Not really caring that she had blood all over her, to be fair she was quite used to it, not always being able to control her temper.

It was like a verbal slap in the face as he growled at her, even as it was only one word she almost crumbled back in pain. She took in a sharp breath and tried not to show him just how much it had hurt her, because that would only raise too many questions. Questions she wasn’t ready to answer, so she hoped that for now he wouldn’t notice it, or think it was because of the fact that he was a born beta.

“Right” she said trying not to snap at him, as she walked over to the door and closed it, after she pulled the closed sine around so everybody would know that the bar was no longer open for business. Then she walked back towards the bar and found the pliers he asked for, Sarah came back up and looked with big eyes towards the three bodies lying on the ground “Oh Danica, really?” she said flabbergasted before turning her bright green eyes towards her again “I’ll take care of it, just clock out and go home” Sarah sighed and shook her head, before she then agreed walking back and not long after she could hear how the backdoor slammed shut after being opened. Now it was only them, all alone, in a bar. And him clearly having some kind of problem with her. She took a vodka down that had the highest percentage of alcohol in it. Then she walked back to him and placed it beside him. “There” she said, and took a step back folding her eyes looking at him with a raised brow. Did he really intend on doing all of that himself? Was it the fact that she wasn’t purebred? She had met a lot of werewolves that didn’t like her purely because of the fact that she was a mixed race.

It really shouldn’t feel so good as it did when the word woman left his lips, but something about it made a chill run down her spine and she was more than ready just to take a go at him. But then again, she somehow remained more or less collected in the whole situation. If you didn’t look at how sweat started to glide down her temple and how it still hurt after his dismissal of her being to close before.

Her eyes looked at him while he tried to pull out the bullet out it was clear that he couldn’t do it. Not alone anyway. A small snort left her nose as he pointed towards her with the pilers “What, no, please help me?” she said and walked over to him as he turned so his hand could grab the counter to hold on to. She took the vodka and poured it over the pliers and then her hands. She looked at him to make sure that he was ready. She pulled up his shirt more making sure that it would be in the way, then she looked at the wound. “Is it the hybrid thing?” she asked, as she leaned down and placed her hand on his thigh making sure that he would sit still. Then she inserted the pilers and had to dig around a little before she finally felt the bullets edge “I’m sorry” she mumbled as she finally found the bullet and pulled it out.

If the pit in her stomach wasn’t deep enough already, he confessed that he didn’t trust witches. The way he had been looking at her from time to time, she would go that far it might be; He hated them. How was she to tell him, oh sorry dude, maybe you like witches but you’re linked to one? She scratched her forehead after she had gotten the bullet out and left it on the countertop as he started to move around, she would have told him to sit still, if it wasn’t for that inkling feeling that she knew he wouldn’t listen to her. “What are you doing?” she said stunned with how he suddenly felt the need to crawl around on his knees. What was with this guy?
But when she saw how the hunter slowly turned into mummy, she understood why he hadn’t just kept sitting. No need to take him to the hospital at least, not that he seemed like he was going to let her do that. “Alrighty, that, is a very neat trick” she said under her breath.

While he was doing, whatever he was doing. She stripped down the other hunters, took away their gear and put them in a pile. Good thing she had parked her car in the back this time. Easy access and they needed to get these bodies out of the pub and out into the woods. Or she had to, she wasn’t even sure he was going to help with any of this.
“Urgh what a fucking mess” she mumbled, if she could just control her god damn temper, she could have used her powers to make them go away. But no, rather shoot all of them and make sure they bleed. She grabbed the vodka bottle, only to place it towards her lips and started drinking. Really shouldn’t, needed to drive later, but as of right now she just didn’t really care.

She made a disgusted noise as she removed the bottle from her lips and looked at him with a raised brow; “at least no one got hurt?” she said back to him almost like she was about to curse him out, but instead a laugh left her throat and shook her head. “Well, no, only some bastards that deserved it I say” she mumbled and looked at him as he had sat resting against one of the of the stools trying to collect himself, and then he asked if she was alright “Nah, I know how not to get hurt, with a disease like mine, you really don’t want anyone getting close enough to rip open your skin” she said rather honest and nodded towards the man that she had ripped his throat out. Looked a lot like the first kill she had done back when she had been fourteen years old. She sighed and leaned back on the counter closing her eyes. It had been over twenty-four-hours since she had last slept. Her body was buzzing from the excitement, hopefully that meant she could sleep tonight.

She looked down as he kept on panting “I would ask if you wanted me to take away your pain, but since you don’t really trust or like witches, is there something else I can do for you?” she took the beer that he barely had touched after he had gotten it “Your beer maybe?” she said with a smirk and looked at him with a slight sparkle in her eyes. She really needed to get this mess fixed up but spending a little more time with him sounded much better. “And could you perhaps tell me your name?” she already had an inkling, no need for freaking the poor man out.

Going from a slow chuckle about her small stab at him being a bastard that kind of deserved getting shot to making a one-eighty on her. It was clear that his questions sat right with her, she couldn’t even tell if he was joking or not, and as he had been so on edge about her being a part witch, she could take a guess that he didn’t meant it as a joke. He actually thought, a small, annoyed huff left her nose, now this, this she was way too tired to not take offence about. One thing that people would notice about Danica was also that she had such a sweet smile, and was so good at being the perfect waiter, bartender or show girl in front of costumers. But if you dug a little the cracks would start to show in the surface.

She clicked her tongue and made a small growl before she went over to the first body and picked him up like he weighed nothing. But he did, she could feel it how it put a strain on her just to lift her up like that. but she didn’t let it show on her face “Suit your fucking self then” she managed to growl at him, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach how much his words had hurt, just like when he had told her not to touch him.
Danica walked out of the room, out the back where she threw the body in the ally way, after that she opened the trunk and put the first body in there. Only two more to go. She walked back in and was about to lift the next person and walk out. Thinking about how the hell she should not get rejected by someone that hated her, or her species at least.

What she came back to wasn’t really what she had expected, a soft sigh let her nose before a small smile formed on her lips “Fair enough witch hater, don’t mind me calling you that, now that you don’t want to give me your name huh?” she said, the smile of her face told everything that she was just teasing. “This way” she said and showed him the way to the ally out back were her old, rusted car was sitting and she opened the trunk where the other one was already tucked away nicely. When they had put both of them in the car, she closed it and looked over at the werewolf. “Why do you hate, people like us?” she asked and sat down on the car while looking at the big figure standing in front of her still with blood on him. To be fair, she still had blood on her, and she had blood all over the Den that she needed to take care of too.
She couldn’t say it enough times, what a bloody mess.

She crocked a brow as he replied to her with; I have made my enemies. He seemed like the type, but that didn’t really give her the answer she was looking for. Which came shortly after as he pulled in his pants and showed her some of the scars, these couldn’t be normal scars “Magical fire” she whispered, she had seen it before, but never in such a grime state. But then again, she was fairly new to all of this given how old people suddenly turned out to be in this town. He had killed her friend, and she had retaliated with torturing him, and then her brother had cursed him? She pushed her brows together and took in a deep breath, that was a lot to take in, but she appreciated how he was this honest with her. It made sense now, why he had looked her like that, and then again not really. If you used your whole life hating an entire notion of people because of what two had done, you wouldn’t live a very nice life. Look at her, she didn’t hate every person with the name Diego, even as she had a very bloody good reason to.
“It does, it explains a lot really.” she said and slightly put her head to the lift glancing at him. “Does it help to tell you that I lived a god portion of my life believing I was human? Don’t really have strong ties to the whole witch stuff, trust me, there are things about being a witch that sucks more than it worth, so fair – I’ll join the witch hater club” she made a small jump and got on her feet looking at him “want another beer, keeping me company while I clean up the blood from our mess?” she said with a slight smirk, hoping the gleam in her eyes didn’t give away how much she wanted him to stay.

“An hour is more than nothing” she said with a warmer voice than she had had before. Mostly because this felt like a better atmosphere between them than they had had before. As they started walking back into the pub his deep voice made her stop and look over her shoulder. Diego, yeah, she had thought as much as she could see the outline of that name on her color bone. “Funny that, my ex had the same name” she said before she could stop herself, “Left me at the alter or just on the day, was in the dress and everything as he called me and told me he couldn’t do it, so now I hate all that has the name Diego” she looked over her shoulder and winked at him, to let him know that she didn’t mean it before she went behind the bar and poured him another Guinness and placed it on the counter, then she went out and got all of the necessary cleaning remedies to get the blood spilled on the floor up.

A small sigh left her lips as she looked at the mess “At least its hardwood floor and not a carpet, then it would be easier to just rip the whole thing off and throw it out” she said and then got on all fours and started wiping it down. “Maybe next time I use your method, just snapping the neck, much easier” she breathed out as she sat up and knacked her neck after to much pressure of being bend over. “I’m just not very good at controlling my temper” why was she even talking so much? In hopes of getting to know him better, damn it! She could really use a book that was called something like 101; how to break it to your nonwitch mate that you’re its mate for life. She didn’t even think about it as she pulled of her tank top as she was getting too hot, sitting only in her bra, how it would make it visible that small, faded tattoo over the name Diego over her collarbone. Not to mention that he might find it a little to much, that she sat there in so little clothing. "Oh sorry, hope it's alright - with the close I mean" she said and turned half around looking at him.

It was clear that Danica didn’t really understand why Diego was looking at her like he did, and den reacting the way that he was doing. Hadn’t he seen almost naked women before? She never really understood the whole, I can’t see you in a bra because that is wrong! But a bunch of women going around in bikini’s or even bare breasted, nothing wrong with that.
The words that left his mouth, was more than enough heads up for what he had been so freaked out about. The name on her collarbone, faded but still visible for the observant eye. The small panic flashed over her eyes before she nodded, yeah sure she had gotten it tattooed. He knew she was a witch, or part witch and plenty didn’t even have their mate mark showing as a half breed before they mated. She grabbed the tank top and pulled it over her small frame again and gave a small chuckle “Yeah, of course, dumb thing, right?” she said with a slight tremble to her voice, she had done so well with not acting to obvious on her emotions about her mate sitting literally just in front of her, other witches would have been bonkers by now!

She returned to cleaning the floor making the water in the bucket more and more reddish brown. Danica could almost feel how sweat was gliding down her neck to her shoulder blades, and she removed the headband around her wrist to pull her hair up in a messy bun. What a fucking day it at been, of course now she could feel the panic and the heart racing more than before and she knew that sleeping this night wouldn’t be very probable. She got up from the floor as she felt she had gotten the worst stains and then walked behind the bar to the big sink to throw out the dirty water.