01. ▹ BLUE EYES

      DANE DONAHUE AND CARTER CHAMBERLAIN chugged down a cold glass of beer each, working at a local pub had it's perks. Carter handed Dane another cold glass of beer, chuckling as the drunken men and women in the pub sang along to a girl singing karaoke on a small stage at the front and center of the pub.

     "I told you, Chamberlain, one drink!" Dane said and put up a finger, motioning for one drink, "last one, I gotta drive tonight." Dane said adamantly. Carter scoffed and rolled his eyes as he pushed the glass in Dane's hand higher as he drank it, clapping his hands when it was empty.

     "You live close by anyways, Dane. Your sister can drive!" Carter shouted to him over the loud music. Dane shook his head as he passed the empty glass to his bartender friend.

     "No way! Remember how pissed she was last time? Never asking her to drive me home again." Dane recalled with a laugh. Carter filled glass after glass with liquor and others with ice cold water, shoving every few tips into his pocket.

     "Too bad my shift ends late today, I would drive you home." Carter said to Dane and clicked his tongue in disappointment.

     "Yeah, but then how would you get home? You don't even have a car, Carter." Dane reminded him with crossed arms, cocking his brows as he laughed at Carter.

     "I do have a car, for your information. It's just wrecked, that's all." Carter said nonchalantly. Dane shook his head with a chuckle, shrugging on a black leather jacket before taking his phone out of his pocket.

     "I don't know how you manage all this, Carter. Say hi to Elle for me." Dane replied. Carter sighed, nodding slowly as the young Donahue boy walked out of the pub and off to his vehicle. Carter hoped the night would end soon, hoping he would get to have at least eight hours of sleep before school the day after, yet no matter how much he hoped, the night just seemed to get longer and longer.

     At exactly two in the morning, Carter finished wiping off the sticky tables and mopping the dirty floor, stretching as he threw his black and white hoodie on and shut off the lights to the pub.

     "Rae? Get up, I'm closing!" Carter shouted into the dark and seemingly void bar. The sound of cardboard boxes shuffling around and clumsy footsteps broke the silence.

     "Shit, what time is it, Shae?" A blonde girl with fading pink dye at the ends of her hair stumbled towards the metal back door, pushing past Carter with a red hoodie on.

     "It's two o-five a.m, Rae." Carter informed. Raven Drake glared at her best friend, fixing her messy ponytail as she stretched the sleep out of her system.

     "Shit, I'm sorry. Didn't know tonight was busy. Where did all the other asshats go? Where's Donahue?" Raven asked and pressed her fingers to her eyes, rubbing them slowly before yawning quietly as she realized it was only them two there, closing up.

     "No worries." Carter said. "They went home." Carter shrugged. "They left us all alone. Well, me. You weren't really doing anything." Carter teased. Raven punched Carter's arm playfully as they walked along the sidewalk.

     "I helped!" Raven defended. Carter glared down at Raven with a small smirk. "well, maybe just like, once." She said. Carter chuckled, letting out a happy sigh after, "want a ride?" She asked.

     Carter shook his head, "No I'm alright, thanks." He fixed his hands inside his hoodie pocket. "You're coming back to the house tomorrow, right?" the young female witch nodded, sliding into her sleeping boyfriend's car that sat parked on the side of the road. Carter waved towards Raven and rushed off, he didn't wait around to see Raven and Aaron Davis make out aggressively before driving off.

     Instead, he took a dark alleyway; a shortcut to the coven house he's lived in for years. Carter whistled comfortably to himself, the sound of far away footsteps made its way into his ears as he stood still and turned, looking around. Upon seeing nothing, he simply cocked a brow, turning back around and continuing his previous actions.

     "Carter..." a voice whispered. The witch froze in his footsteps, turning as he searched yet again for whom the voice might belong to.

     "Who's out there? Come on you wanker, show yourself!" Carter shouted. The chanting of his name continued and Carter only grew annoyed, "come on you twats, it's not funny." Carter spat. "Rae? Aaron?"

     "Wrong." The voice whispered aggressively. A sudden hit to his chest sent Carter flying backwards, his body smashing against a nearby brick wall.
Carter lay limp on the ground, grunting in pain as he watched what seemed to be a woman in the near distance and then suddenly a young boy with glowing blue eyes stood in the alley, letting out a loud growl and long claws emerged from his fingers.

     The mysterious female attacker chuckled, before a long scaly tail grew from the tailbone of the blue-eyed individual and smacked the attacker into the air. Carter cocked an eyebrow— instead of feeling flattered that a stranger would risk themselves to help him, he was growing bored with the scene in front of him. Carter rolled his eyes, standing up and standing next to the boy he knew was a werewolf and Kanima hybrid.

     "I've got this dog-boy, step aside." Carter said cockily and twisted his hand, sending the attacker into the air, paralyzed, as he curled his fingers and suddenly the attacker was nowhere to be seen as she vanished in a cloud of white smoke. "Thanks for the help, pal." And with that, Carter turned on his heels, walking away and leaving behind a confused werewolf.