" A hobby?"

"Yes. In the situation that you were brought in, a hobby would be a good way of coping, " Dahlia said as she leans against her expensive-looking chair, a smile coming to her lips. [M/N] stared at her, tilting his head a bit. She kept on smiling despite the curiosity and struggle in [M/n]'s eyes, she had seen the same in many other patients in her work.

"I thought..hunting supernatural...was a hobby?" [M/N] said as Dahlia chuckled as she sits her notebook on her lap, smiling at him. "Was...it wrong?"

"It's more of work unless you enjoy killing supernatural?" She questioned as [M/N] shrugs in response. It was work, though, it was fun sometimes to destroy the big monsters, but the last one, Dracula, was just too vivid to him. He killed monsters who murdered thousands of humans before. All of them were just as bad as Dracula, maybe worst, but since a few weeks ago, he closed his eyes and saw Dracula. He could smell his scent; roses and white wine, every time he went to sleep, that smell came. It would linger in the morning, if he wakes up in the morning. He would twist and turn in his sleep and end up waking up. " [M/N]?"

" Oh, uh, sometimes? I enjoy it because I'm killing something bad, but it's...stressful on me." [M/N] said as she wrote down what he said. " What kind of hobbies do you suggest?"

" Well, my hobbies are mostly out of work base, I do like learning other languages but I also enjoy reading a good book once in a while. Sometimes I go party in the club but I also like taking pictures." Dahlia said, as [M/N] nods his head as he listened to her. All of those seemed fun but they didn't fit him, he was god with his hands so many picking up a sport. As long as it wasn't football, knowing he would cheat by accident.  Maybe drawing? He could draw maybe.

" Okay, I'll try to do that." [M/N] said as she smiles, pulling out her pad, writing something on it before handing the paper from it to him. He takes it and looked it over, " What's this?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

" It's a prescription for medication that I want you to take, for your sleeping problems," Dahlia said, looking at the time. "Take it to the pharmacy by the plastic surgery place, they will have it within an hour. It's good, powerful so be careful of how much you take." She warns as she stood up and opened the door of her office. 

"Alright, thanks for seeing me." [M/n] said, looking at the paper in his hands, Minirpress was written on the paper in her fancy handwriting.

"Please call me whenever you're in need," Dahlia said, giving another sweet smile as she waved at him, he kept walking ahead towards the office area to leave. His ride would be there to take him home, then it was being in his room until he's called. Now that Dracula was gone and dead, new spread quickly and now everywhere was free game, free from followers of Dracula. More werewolves, the feral ones that lost humanity a long time ago started popping out, some sirens tried to take over Starks pond, and lately, there had been strange activity. It could be a demon or witch, their scents were exactly the same. They were near but lost within the other scents in the air.

"How was it?" Trent asked, looking at [M/N] as he walked out of the building. He's been the one driving [M/N] around South Park, if it wasn't him then it was Token and Clyde, who sits in the back, pestering [M/N] about going out to eat Taco Bell or playing soccer. [M/N] wanted to, he did, but Opal already had him doing something literally after Therapy. He was only lucky that she gave him work after school, which he was falling behind on, even though he graduated years ago, losing and getting low grades gave him anxiety. 

"Good, talked, thinking about getting a hobby, and now I need drugs to sleep." [M/N] said, showing the paper and Trent huffed a bit.

"Yous need more sleep anyway, I just hate the thought of pills.." Trent muttered as he began the truck, driving towards the direction of the pharmacy. "Did you see the posters this morning on Instacoon?" [M/N] shakes his head, his phone was unfortunately snatched away early that week. He hadn't seen nor looked at the website.

"Couldn't. Apparently, I was too slow on killing a siren and Opal took my phone." [M/N] explained as Trent's hands clenched against the wheel of his truck, annoyance swimming in his hazel-green eyes. 

"Of course, that fuckin' whore." Trent huffed as he pulled up to the curb, putting the truck in park. [M/N] playfully slapped the blonde's thigh making Trent flinch a bit out of surprise. 

"Stop, you might go to hell." [M/N] said, giving a small laugh before picking up the paper and opened the door. "Want anything inside?"

"...pringles." [M/N] grins, getting off, shutting the door behind him as he walked into the pharmacy. His eyes moved around for the pharmacy area before slowly walking towards it. He turns the corner and bumps into someone, he stood still as the girl falls down on her knees, yelping as her things fell around her. "Oh, I'm sorry!" [M/N] said as he bends down, picking up her chocolates, pads, and pain relievers. He offers them with a small yet forceful smile.

"O-Oh! It's fine, I'm sorry for not looking." She said, fixing the hat on her head, slowly taking the stuff from the guy. " I didn't see you coming either, thanks." She stands up with her things as [M/N] stood up as well. "I've seen you around school..well not for a while...but I swore..."

"Yeah, I was sick for a while," [M/N] said, looking over her. She smelled like sugar cookies and hot cocoa. "Aren't you on the cheer team?"

"Y-Yeah! I'm co-captain this year." She said, smiling as a faint blush came to her pale cheeks, she used her free hand to twist her hair around her finger. " I'm also in your English class this semester."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been busy and kept my head in books, I rarely notice people in my class." [M/N] said, rubbing his neck nervously, a bit guilty that he didn't notice her but he never really noticed tons of things.

"It's fine! I don't usually speak up in class a lot, it kinda bores me." She said, giggling a bit as she looked at the time on her smartwatch, frowning a bit. "Shoot, my friend needs these things, but like..don't be a stranger in school. Hopefully, we get our second-semester classes together." She said, giving another smile, a bit flirty as she bit her lower lip before walking to the counter. [M/N] smiled though, he hurried towards the pharmacy, not noticing her look back at him. 

[M/N] hands the slip to the man behind the counter, and within minutes, [M/N] had his medication and red pringles. Though his mind wandered to the girl, he wanted to know her name, she seemed nice. He never had a girl-friend before, most usually threw themselves at his feet and he ignored them for it. This once actually landed at his feet but a pure accident. Maybe he would talk to her, or ask about her. Then again, [M/N] didn't know her name.

Well, might as well give up now.

"Do you want to go to eat or somethin'?" Trent asked, slowly pulling up at [M/N]'s house, the male raised an eyebrow as he looked at Trent. "Not now, but one of 'ese's days, we should go to eat somewhere. Not some Casa Blanca bullshit, but maybe one day at my home? Mama would honestly be happy to meet you."

"I-" [M/N] began just as there's a tap on the window, he turns to see Maria standing there with a forceful smile. He sighs, knowing he would have to leave, he looked to Trent and smiles. "When I have an open hour or day, lord knows, I'll give you a call or something." Trent nods his head a bit, knowing that was the only answer he would get from the other. 

"Thats fine." Trent said, giving the other a small smile. " Be safe."

"I will." [M/N] said, shutting the door behind him, the truck backfires and Trent began leaving his home, down the road. [M/N] held the bag against him as Maria pushed some of her hair back, looking to him, eyeing the bag.

"How wa-"

"What does she want now?" [M/N] asked, almost impatiently. The tone stung but she shakes it off, looking at her phone.

"There have been sightings of groupings in the forest by the Church, Opal wants you to knock it off. Maybe it's a ghost-"

"A demon, witch meeting, or a regular old cult." [M/N] finished for her, as he eyed her phone. "Is that all?"

"Yes." Maria replied in a bit of a tiny voice, "[M/N] I understand how you feel, opp-"

"No you don't," [M/N] snapped a bit, pushing past her towards the house. " You're not the one they count on because of the supernatural, you're not treated like a child because of a woman who didn't want you in the first place, didn't want to do her job." [M/N] felt bad at snapping at her but he almost regrets killing Dracula. He felt like he was back at the Church again, under Opal's thumb. He could apologize later, maybe it was just him being moody from lack of sleep too.

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[M/N] looked over the marks on the mud, they were fresh and it seemed the group had dragged something. There were obvious drag marks meaning, they had something or someone. He couldn't smell a human, but he did smell various flowers and blood. Usually, demons and witches smelled like that, but the sightings were always negative, they never left a trace at all until now. Though it was their scent at the moment, gulping air he began moving, looking over the tracks, ignoring the booming a few miles away. It was going to storm tonight and make it through until school time.

His eyes glanced around to make sure he wasn't followed, knowing demons were silent hunters but then something bright pink came over his line of vision. He caught it in his hand, holding it carefully. It was a bright pink flower petal, reminded him of a Sakura blossom but this wasn't it. Since there weren't any Sakura trees in South Park, especially near the church. He saw a small trail coming from a certain direction, some flying past him or landed on his clothes. [M/N] felt his claws slowly grow and he began walking towards the direction of the pink flowers slowly. His eyes narrowed as he heard murmuring, chanting certain words.

Vocatus

nos

servus domesticus

[M/N] heard some of it, he couldn't understand what they were saying in full sentences but they wanted to summon something or someone to serve them. He slowly got closer, hiding behind the tree when he caught the scent of their burning fire, he peeks out a bit to see four of them, around his height but hiding underneath white cloaks. He couldn't see anything but the bottom of their chin. Their scents hidden more with their fire, it had to have some sort of planet mixed into it, Hazel-breath, it would hide their scents from people like him.

Soon, they stopped chanting, turning their attention at the person behind them, a taller one, their face covered too like them but had a pentagram on the head of the cloak. It must be a cult or something, for all I know, they could be good witches..

"Sisters, we're here to prepare the love potion for our entertainment." She began, her voice deep but it sounded forced, hiding her voice from them. "You've all been scorn by men before, men that were yours until they let their eyes wondered onto someone else. Please, pray to tell, what did you feel?" She asked, lifting her hand up on her right.

"Jealous."

"Hurt."

"Angry."

"Heartbroken." The girls began before they came back to the taller female. They began chanting again, [M/N] leans in closer to hear what they were saying just as a pounding headache began, he closed his eyes, rubbing his temple as the pain began to hit him harder and harder. He howls which caused the chanting to stop, he dug his claws into his cheek as he howled in pain, he wasn't even in full transformation but howling seemed to make the pain dull. He kept howling, letting out loud ones, making even the thunder behind him go quiet for a moment.

"Quickly girls!" He heard the leader orders, ushering the girls away, [M/N] heard their heavy steps away but didn't try to follow them. He kept howling like he was in pain, a real wolf in pain. Once the pain was gone, the flowers stopped glowing pink, minus the one in [M/N]'s hand. 

He pants, looking around, eyes blinking back the painful tears he gathered and looked to where the witches were. They were heading in the same direction but the mud stopped into a park path around the Church. Their fire out as well.

"You stupid wolf!" [M/N] snapped his head and yelped as Opal brought her to stick down on his cheek. It didn't hurt like it usually did but it just surprised him.

"You woke me up and lost the targets! You smelly mutt!"