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What Is Your Battle Cry?

Zang! Who is that, prowling amidst the steppes! It is Amoment_stunsus, hands clutching a sharpened screwdriver! He screams apocalyptically: "By Odin's mighty spear, I pilliage and burn like a klepto-pyro!!!"

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Do I set the things I steal on fire?

Your True Blood Guy is Sam

You tend to fall for the lone wolf, especially if he's the sensitive sort. You like to be pampered. If a guy treats you well, then you're hooked. You're not likely to judge a guy too harshly on his past or secrets. You are the type of woman who is likely to fall for a friend. You are usually attracted to the sweetest guy in your life. You don't like much drama in your love life. Being happy is as simple as finding someone you're content to sit still with.

I was bored. A little bit curious. ...Not like that.

- Livejournal
- Reading
- Writing
- T.V.
- Listening to music
- Talking on the phone
- Texting
- Talking about anything and everything

[Libby, loves_thedark used with permission and every bit of love. dude_imbatman referenced with permission.]

Every night before Lucas went to sleep he made sure to check the windows and doors. Tree Hill hadn't the best reputation in general but he had never felt protective over the person living in his house after his mother shipped off to Europe. He felt alert at all times now despite the night being when Libby was the strongest.

"Luke?" Libby asked from the living room. She was settling into her usual glass of wine and Luke was feeling uncharacteristically tired for this time of night.

"Yeah?" he asked, trudging into the living room.

"How are you?"

"Safe as houses," he replied with a small smile. She tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "I'm good. You're good. We're good."

"Right," she replied.

"Are you okay?" Luke looked down at her and thought through that question. He thought through the answer, anyway. He just didn't voice it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"I know I'm a guest in your house and it's not really my right to pry but...I'm going to pry," she said, setting her glass down and scooting down a bit. "Or, I'll at least be a shoulder. You don't even have to cry." Luke eyed her wearily. "OK, you can cry but I'll keep the fact that you cried a secret."

Luke sat down next to her, turning to face her. "Christo," he said quietly.

"What?" she asked.

"Christo," he repeated. She didn't flinch. Dean had told him she would...do something. What was it he said?

"What are you doing, Luke?" he asked, pulling her feet up onto the couch.

"Nothing," he replied. Libby eyed him with concern. "I talked to Dean."

"The brother who came back from the dead?" she asked. Luke nodded and continued. Libby gave him the floor.

"He -- he was worried you might be a demon. I...didn't know. He told me to say that. Christo. But you're not flinching. So, you're not." He felt terrible. He had probably broken her trust, now. "A demon."

"No, I'm not," she replied. A laugh broke out confusing Luke who moved back a bit. "I'm a person with an ability. But not...a demon." Her laughter grew. "Christo? What does that even mean? Christ, I bet."

"I guess," Luke replied.

"Look, as long as your Lazarus Boy doesn't turn me into the people who are trying to find me we are safe as houses. And ... wow, demon. That's a good one," she said, grabbing her wine glass again. Mid-sip, she looked at Luke. "And you look like you need this more than I do."

- Milk
- Cereal [Applejacks l Captain Crunch l Cheerios]
- Pop Tarts
- Eggs
- A couple already made dinners
- Whatever's good in the meat section, probably steaks
- Peanut Butter
- Jelly
- Junk Food [Goldfish l Oreos l Digiorno]
- Pickles
- Various spices
- Tuna
- Ready-made salads
- Easymac
- People

- Brooke Davis
- Peyton Sawyer
- Brooke Davis
- Peyton Sawyer
- Lindsey Strauss

Luke had spent most of the day worrying about Dan and Peyton. Peyton coming to town a few days ago had been quite the surprise. He still hadn't spoken to her. She had woken up Libby and that was enough. She even dodged Brooke's calls. He spent three days in a cocoon emerging only for breakfast. It was no way to live and Lucas couldn't help but feel cooped up.

Tric had been an idea born from a few ideas. If asked he would deny it, but he knew Peyton might be there. Her office was located in the back. Ignoring that fact, he invited his new house guest. He wasn't a dancer and he didn't know if she played pool. But, he knew she liked to drink and there would be a crowd and possibly a band.

Nothing wrong with any of the above.

His blue and white striped button down sat over jeans loosely as he set his right foot on the edge of the bed, lacing up his shoes.

Coming into the living room, he buttoned his right sleeve and looked up, catching sight of Libby striding out of her bedroom. It might as well have been hers. He couldn't help but check her out as he leaned down and ties the laces of his other shoe.

- I wrote not one but two novels.
- It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
- That I played basketball
- That I coach(ed?) basketball
- My HCM, it's a part of me
- Karen Roe
- I have a support system of friends [I need to remember this about me as well]
- I'm not and have never been crazy
- I did not like Twilight

[Libby, loves_thedark, Nathan, love_thatihave, and Peyton, allican_handle are all used with permission. Brooke, giveandforgive referenced with permission as well as love.]

[Crying cigarette]

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air

Libby's fingers strummed her guitar as Luke sat beside her, his head on her shoulder. No doubt about it; he was falling asleep. Her eyes drifted off of her guitar into some far away place. Probably Julian. Of course, Luke was also thinking about a Julian. Another Julian. Not her Julian. His was not a frog.

See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said

Peyton stood in line, her cell phone cradled in her hand thinking back to what had happened. Julian had been the real thing. He hadn't slept with anybody else. Sundance had been a misunderstanding. Why was this so difficult, then. Julian loved her.

She loved Lucas. Just because he hadn't stepped up...it didn't mean she had to make a choice. This time it was her who had run away. She wondered if the words she had written back on the Rivercourt were still there as she stepped up to the counter.

"And where would you like to be going, Miss?" the woman at the computer asked, looking up at her. Peyton held her phone to her chin and took a deep breath before answering her.

"Tree Hill," she rasped out.

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Nathan found it pointless. Propping pillows onto the bed only to take them off again at night made no sense. Shaking his head, he tossed one behind him. It was a new thing. Pillows Deb had gotten them had to be used or else her feelings would be hurt. He knew Haley was joking but he wasn't one to argue.

"Did you just toss a pillow?" Haley asked, leaning against the doorway.

"I might have tossed a pillow," he shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face as he picked another one up. Turning to face his wife he sent one flying at her. She ducked away before popping back up, her eyes wide.

"Oh, you're dead," she laughed as she moved forward and grabbed a pillow, slamming it into her husband.

"What, like a vampire?" he asked, sharing in the laughter. Haley rolled her eyes and hit him with the pillow again. "Hey, it's Luke's idea, not mine." Another hit. "You think he's OK?" Haley paused, looking up into Nathan's eyes before nodding. "Vampires..." he mused as the pillow hit his head again.

It was his turn to take one up as he fought back, a growl escaping.

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

"Tree Hill, North Carolina?" the woman asked. Peyton nodded. A few minutes later and she stood away from the line in front of security and dialed Lucas' number. His voice mail kicked in and she couldn't bring herself to leave an actual message. Her showing up would be enough. It had to be. "Hey Luke, it's Peyton."

It had been before.

Grabbing one of the containers, she set her phone inside before taking her place in line.

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

Libby laid a blanket down on Luke before checking the window. Her truck sat untouched. The night was quiet. Turning back, she gave Luke one more glance before going in the back to take a shower. It had been a long night.

And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes

Peyton sat in the airport terminal, her phone in her hands again. She attempted another call but hung up before she could say anything. Finally, she dialed his number completely.

Back at the house, Libby glanced over to the coffee table where Luke's phone was lit up. Walking over, she glanced down at the caller ID. Her brow furrowed, she turned to Luke.

"Luke, your phone..." she tried, tilting her head. Luke didn't stir. She fidgeted with her hands before shaking Luke lightly to wake him up. The ringtone continued. She could just answer it. Take a message. Grabbing it, she looked at the caller ID again.

The ringtone ended as she pressed enter and all she heard was empty dial tone.

"Hey, it's Luke..." played as Peyton brought the phone away from her ear again.

Libby sighed and set the phone back down. Another glance at Luke and she made her way into the spare bedroom Luke had showed her before.

Peyton sat at the airport. The plane wouldn't be boarding for a few hours. She had time to kill. Taking her phone out again, she scrolled down to Brooke's number and decided to text her a message.

"Coming back," she sent before looking up, closing her eyes and taking another cleansing breath.

It could've been her on that plane to Las Vegas. A lost scene from their life played in her head as they clung to each other on the airplane seats, never wanting to let go again.

Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

Your Outfit Says You're Charming

You are a very adorable person. You have a sweet personality... and a sweet style. You are quite easygoing and flexible. You could never be accused of being high maintenance. You tend to wear whatever is comfortable but still chic. You definitely don't buy into the idea that fashion is pain. Your high end fashion designer match: Versace Your must have accessory: A simple chain bracelet

OK, three. One, I'm adorable, comfortable, but still chic. Two, I have a girl on the couch. Her name is Libby. She plays a sparkly pink guitar.

...There should be a three.

Wait for it.

[What we've got here is a failure to communicate.]

"Uncle Luke, are monsters real?"

Jamie's eyes are wide as Luke's nephew hangs on his every word. Luke never thought Where the Wild Things Are would ever put him in a morally gray area. He hasn't old Nate and he hasn't really discussed his "discovery" with Sam or Dean since their initial conversation. Now wouldn't exactly be prime spill time.

"That depends," Luke answers, attempting not to lie. He's lied before for worse things but for whatever reason he finds it difficult here. If only Dan were holding his HCM secret in the palm of his hand. Luke would be smooth as glass. "There are bad people out there. People who hurt other people. And they are sometimes called monsters."

"Like Grandpa Dan?"

It hurts. It shouldn't hurt. Nothing about this should hurt. Nothing about Grandpa Dan should cause any kind of pang of anything whatsoever and yet Luke feels actual pain. His heart thumps and catches in his throat and he can't do anything but breathe. Dan told Jamie himself what he did. It's no wonder Jamie feels this way.

Luke's eyes narrow as he adjusts himself and sits farther on the bed.

"Sort of," he manages.

"What about real monsters?"

"What, like under the bed?" Luke asks, grinning.

"No, those monsters aren't real. But, like, vampires. They're awesome." Luke's eyebrows rise in amusement as he shakes his head. The lying takes less effort - probably because Jamie is five.

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah. Except Twilight vampires. Mom says they sparkle in the sunlight. Vampires shouldn't sparkle, should they Luke?"

Luke takes a moment to really contemplate this. As far as he's concerned Dan is a vampire. He sucked the life out of everything he touched for years. He's missing and it should bother Luke more than it does.

"No, they shouldn't, Jamie." Luke answers.

He finishes his story and turns out Jamie's bedroom light. Haley and Nathan arrive back later than usual but Luke doesn't notice. He's seated at the counter hunched over his laptop.

"Luke," he hears from behind him making him jump. Turning around, he sees Haley. Tilting his head, he tries to see signs of Nathan. Maybe a vampire had gotten him. He really needs to keep his brain in check. "Nate's upstairs checking on Jamie."

Luke nods, sliding off the stool and walking into the kitchen. There's a mug with his name on it as he begins to prepare a pot of coffee.

"Vampires, Luke?" Haley asks.

Luke turns around. He left his laptop screen up. He feels caught but knows that all Haley found was a search on vampires.

"I'm -- writing again." He slips into the lie like comfortable clothing. He wishes he were writing again. Things might just be that much easier.

"About vampires?" she asks. Shrugging, she moves around the counter and takes down a second and third mug. "Trying to one-up Stephanie Meyer?" she asks, laughing.

"That won't be too hard," Luke answers, the pot of coffee bubbling behind him. They share a laugh and Luke leans against the counter behind him. "Jamie asked me if monsters were real," he adds, handing a full cup of coffee to Haley. Standing in silence had gotten old.

"What did you say?" Haley asked, sipping.

"Yes."

PROS of telling Nate about Sam and Dean
- I'll be breaking the Tree Hill tradition of kept secrets
- I won't have to lie to him
- I won't have to think I'm crazy
- The look on his face when I do tell him
- How dumb he'll feel thinking back to the show-cat assassin

CONS of telling Nate about Sam and Dean
- Brooke, Sam, and Dean would not be happy
- A secret would then be kept from Haley
- I might be crazy
- I don't know how Nathan will react
- Jamie in all of this

At what point were you going to tell me about angels, demons and possibly vampires?