A/N- I hate Bridgette lol. While Danny's act was very convincing, I hate how Bridgette just ate it. Also, character in the opening? You'll find out later :)

Her boots stabbed into the ground, the heels holding back no sound as they echoed into the night, the impact making them seem intimidating despite her childish looks and body figure.

She looked like she could be taken upon no problem, but, even the perverted gazes from those around Boston's street nights didn't have the slightest will to approach her.

As if she hit a bazooka in her back pocket that she would fire without a second thought upon someone approaching her.

All save for one.

"Hey baby," A rather sketchy man, early 20's, Caucasian, draped in wanna-be gangster clothing, called as he paced towards her stride, walking beside her, then in front of her, keeping her from walking.

A sigh escaped her, her dark auburn eyes looking from the sidewalk she was headed towards, then to him, brows raising, not giving a damn about what he wanted, but giving him a chance.

"Woah woah honey," The man chuckled lightly, licking his lips as he eyed her from head to toe. "You know, I normally don't look for the one's who look like they be in high school, and, you're not a 10, but babe you close." He groaned lightly, approaching more, with lustful eyes.

She sighed again, shaking her head lightly. "Good to know, now," She took a step to the side, trying to get past him, but the man wouldn't allow it. Her eyes looked to him, slightly surprised, and irritated. "Look idiot, I don't have time for this-"

"Ey," He huffed out, surprised himself. "You think I give a damn?" He chuckled. "Bitch, you have no idea who you messin-"

Suddenly, she lifted her chin, looking to the taller man, eyes darker then the night sky, fangs longer then usual probing from her gum line, hissing at him, a low animal like growl roaring against her throat.

The man quickly jumped back on instinct, face stricken in horror. "The fuck-" His voice shook, as he turned and ran down the sidewalk, glancing over his shoulder, just to make sure she wasn't chasing after him.

"Shit," She muttered to herself, closing her eyes and covering her mouth as her fangs retracted. "Bit myself." She sighed, eyes opening, the onyx glaze gone, canines aligned amongst a normal set of teeth, maybe with some crooked ones, not perfect, but not bad at all.

With another sigh, and a slight tilt of her head, brown hair cascading down her shoulder, light waves and curls at the end, she watched as the man ran, faster then he probably had in his life.

Sally circled the couch, and took a seat next to Josh, who stared at the TV- even though it wasn't on.

"Josh?" Sally asked, lightly, but still, made the young orderly jump. "Sorry." She apologized with a small smile and risen brows.

Silence ensued, and, the at first calm werewolf now lightly shook, eyes darting against the ground, knowing what Sally wanted.

"Josh, are you not going to work today?" Sally asked, looking from the TV to the male.

Of course that would be a stupid question to ask, but, Josh had no hint of scars. In fact, all the scrapes, stabs, cuts, had nearly vanished, save for the one along his throat.

So in the end the question was pretty dumb, but it was a start, and a jump Josh was pretty familiar of.

By using false curiosity about something that's supposed to take place that day, you could get straight to the point, and get answers you wanted- sometimes.

He glanced towards Sally, hands on his lap, fingers lacing into each other as he balled both into a fist. His eyes looked to the wall, as his leg bounced lightly.

There was no answer.

"Josh?" She pushed, pulling on leg up from the ground and placing it against her chest, her head resting on the knee. "Hey, you can talk to me you know?"

He glanced to her again, mannerisms as quirky as ever, but again, his eyes fell before him, not wanting to talk, but not wanting to be rude and walk away.

Sally couldn't be contained anymore like before, so he also knew that avoiding her was impossible, because she'd follow him if need be. And, he wasn't allowed out of the house, Aidan made that very clear.

She also had control over anything in the house now, being her main strong point then anywhere else. She could keep the door locked tight, could make glass near unbreakable, could past the knives to the wall if need be, and throw cushions at every step of those stairs, even make the water stop running. So basically, the house had turned into a giant safe house, where Josh was incapable of leaving, or trying anything stupid.

And he knew very well, he couldn't convince Sally for a 5 second break of fresh air.

"Come on," Sally pressed, raising her head from her knee slightly, her eye falling to his hands. "Look, there's no way I can judge you. I'm dead." She looked away. "I mean, sure, maybe I didn't kill myself," Which would have been a different case if her death was the result of her accidentally falling down the stairs. "But still, I can't really judge you."

"Really?" Josh finally spoke, something he hadn't done in days. "Because you're far from something that I could speak about my problems with." He said in a shaky breathe, throat still in pain, dry, evident as his voice cracked lightly, and hoarsely.

A sigh broke from her, tore her throat, as nearly jumped from her seat to a stand, her body turning to face Josh, hunching over lightly so that their eyes would meet, hers fierce and strong while his was weak.

"Josh…" Her tone was heavy, thick, enough to make Josh's eye immediately look away. "You had died… Died, you were dead!" Her arms flew out, hanging loosely into the air, as she struggled to make this more apparent. "There is something wrong. Now, you have to talk about. Because," She paused, leaning in again, index finger out, other hand managing to grab his jaw for only a few seconds to force his eyes to her, the touch sending shivers down the mans spine. "Because like it or not, we care. We're friends," A light scoff escaped behind Josh's lips.

"And," But Sally ignored it. "And you have two immortal exis-" She paused, her eyes looking to the ceiling as she thought about where she fell. Was she even an existence? Could she even be considered that? Her head shook lightly. "Me and Aidan aren't leaving any time soon." She finished, standing up to cross her arms against her chest. "So we have all the time in the world, at home, at work, so, basically you're-"

"Trapped." He interrupted, finishing, a small smile on his lips as his eyes looked to the ground, finding the situation humorous, if not comical, in a dark way. "Look," He breathed in, pausing lightly, as he looked to her, brows arched, still seemingly finding this funny. "I know, you guys, care and whatever. But Aidan?" He shook his head lightly as one eye squinted, looking towards the ceiling, calculating to himself. "I've only known him for a year and a few days if anything. The guy saved me from a bar fight when I was trying to get away to 'change'… He was there on lucky terms, nothing more or less. And you," He shot a hand out, palm facing the ceiling as he leaned back into the seat of the couch. "You I've only known for.. Not more then 2 months. And you guys honestly accept me to open up?"

For a moment, Josh's expression remained the same, and then, tumbled, fell into a limp, careless state, a shrug emitting from his shoulders as his eyes darted across the ground, trying so hard to ignore the crimson detailed etched into the old wooden carvings and cracks that at some point made the ground look artistic, fresh and polished. But his smile didn't fade, only dampened, into one that would seem to part lips only to unleash a cruel laughter of an unfortunate factor of which he was basically caged in.

He knew that no matter where he hid in the house, or Boston, Sally would be there, as long as she recognized the area, or followed. And Aidan, well, what can you say- the mans a vampire. He can pick up a scent, Josh's which he was so strongly familiar of, and find him.

If not the smell, then just know how Josh thinks, his hiding places, not a hard thing.

Sally was right, he was trapped.

A sigh broke the silence as she nudged the toe of her shoe into the ground, eyes to it, waiting for Josh to say something else, but he didn't- too bad for hoping to get more out of him.

At first it seemed like he would, for a second. Because as Josh stared towards the ground, brows now furrowed, expression pained, he had his lips parted, and he breathed in sharply, as if he was to begin a sentence, something to say- but then it fell out as an exhale- and just like that, any indication of conversation on his behalf fell, and Sally could have sworn her expression did as well.

"I'm gonna go take a nap…" He said, lightly above a whisper, knowing the ghost would follow him either way.

His steps were slow and steady, quiet, but managed to echo into the houses living room, his back turned away from the new couch and blood stained floorboards.

He took the mug from the microwave, eyes to the steaming crimson liquid as his body turned to Sally who sat on a seat next to the table, eyes down, one elbow propped against the top as her chin lay prompted against her palm, fingers curled against her cheek, as her other arm lay over the table, forearm resting nearly across her chest as she leaned into the furniture, exhausted.

"So no luck…" Aidan looked away and too his drink, noting the answer alone within Sally's body language.

She looked up to him, the end of her lips curling down lightly as she shook her head from side to side, lightly. "It's impossible…" She mumbled, sighing loudly as her eyes closed, her arms sprawling over the table top. "He's locked himself up. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to run away any time soon." Her head tilted lightly, eyes to the table.

Both stood still, Aidan not even drinking his supply of blood, as they both began to realize how Sally had put that, like a kid trying to run from his parents home to escape all his troubles.

And they were, obviously, the parents.

"Aidan," Sally whined, concerned. "What are we gonna do? I don't know Josh, and you know him well enough, but I get the feeling that he's not gonna talk. I mean," She looked to him, his eyes to her. "Think about it? He's been hiding his whole, werewolf thing from everyone but me, you and Ray. What makes you think he'll open up to this?"

"Correction," Aidan tipped his mug as he neared the table, taking a seat. "You can Ray found out, he told me after I witnessed it." He sipped his blood, brows raised, as his eyes looked to nowhere in particular. Then, with lightly pursed lips, proving his drink to be cold and disgusting, he put the cup onto the table, and, head towards the wooden surface, he nodded lightly. "Yup, we're essentially screwed…"

She sighed, disliking that answer more then he could imagine. "That's not what we're headed for!" She leaned into the table further, her forehead resting against the table, arms outstretched across. "He's suicidal. And we don't even know why." Her head tilted lightly against the surface, the curve of her temporal making it rock lightly. "Other then him being a monster…"

"Look," He quickly responded, tilting the mug slightly, as if to read the side of it, but in truth there were no letters, and Sally's eyes fell to it, realizing it was her mug. "I'll get him to talk." He looked up, eyes narrowed lightly as he began to think. "I don't know how. But I will…" He looked down again, and in a light whisper, "I have to…" He added, Sally closing in to try and get what he said to reach her ears, but failed to.

Of course, Aidan didn't tell anyone about the quarrel he had with Bishop a few days ago. Not only did he not want to cause some string of chaos within the house, but he didn't want to force Josh out of his sight.

Sally, well, she wasn't in any true threat. Only, if she decided to do anything stupid- no, stupider then what she was doing, she might end up in Hell, if there is one, rather then move on to where the bubbly kind hearted spirit belonged.

Again the room fell into a near paralyzing silence, Sally staring at the table, and occasionally darting her eyes about, searching for reason to politely sit with the vampire rather then go check on Josh- maybe to strike up some conversation, but she was pretty sure Aidan didn't want to talk about his day at work.

"Don't worry,"

Sally's head turned to him quickly, eyes wide with question, being caught off guard.

A small smile played on the vampires lips. "Don't worry," He repeated with light emphasis. "I can't smell his blood if he decided to do anything crazy. And I could hear these creaky windows if one decides to open to allow him out."

The spirit lightly nodded, not realizing that she had been staring in the direction of the stairs.

"So how about when he needs to turn?" She asked, wondering, somewhat concerned about how that would go.

Aidan shrugged lightly, turning the cup around in circles while managing to keep it in place with his index finger against the bottom rim. "He just did about a week ago. I guess I'll have to worry about that later. But so far," He sighed. "I guess I'll just follow, keep an eye until he turns back, then make sure he gets home." He said rather off handedly, but clearly, he wasn't looking forward to playing baby sitter.

Especially with a full shifted werewolf; he could only imagine how that would go. He'd be the toy that the dog was trying to chew into- a never ending chase of catch they'd have to play until Josh turned back.

Not that Ray's methods didn't help, but still, the scent of a vampire was that of a rotting corpse with a hint of appease. So Aidan was basically going to out-smell the scent of the ham and meat radius that Josh had so carefully taught himself to make.

"He's not gonna like that." Sally grumbled, imagining that, to Josh, turning was the equivalence of walking into a women in the shower. Something that you don't want someone else to see, much less sit there and watch.

Aidan lightly winced. "True…" He could only imagine. Vampires, he had decided, had it good.

Quickly, Sally's head wiped over to the stairs, eyes wide, then turned to look at Aidan who shifted in his seat, preparing at the sound of descending foot steps, no doubt heading to the kitchen for a snack.

Humans, when in a state of depression, do either of two things, engorge themselves in food, or starve, until they feel better. One was called comfort eating, the other was called tasteless indulgence, eating only a scarce amount because you realize it's essential, rather then wanting to.

The younger male walked towards them, jeans lightly folded and hair mildly messy from just waking, hands stuffed into his grey zip up hoodie sweater, socks on his feet nearly scraping against the wooden floor as he basically dragged himself towards the kitchen.

Back to the human eating deal.

With werewolves it's basically different, and Josh couldn't help it.

A few days after he had tried to- after the incident, he had stopped eating. Aidan and Sally had assumed it was his other attempt, starving to death. But Aidan made a hesitant but unavoidable (thanks to Sally) call to Ray, asking about it, and the other said that starving was difficult, since it basically took three times longer. And, that werewolves had a strong appetite that could be dealt with for a few days, but after the 3rd day, their fight against ignoring food breaks, and they can't avoid it.

It is their predatory instincts, to survive. And that, they had no control over.

The younger walked to the fridge, opening the lower half, glancing towards the large packs of ham and looked towards the normal pre sliced essentials to making a sandwich, the only thing he had the strength to make at the moment.

He pulled out the ham, the cheese, the whatever, then placed them onto the counter, dragging himself to the other side of the kitchen to get the white bread slices, all the while, managing to ignore the two strong presences in the room that did nothing but stare at him.

The preparing went well at first, keeping to himself as he sliced the meat, the rest prepared to just place, then came the mayonnaise to spread over the variety, but, soon, it became too much, and, slamming his clenched fists into the counter, one bearing the butter knife, he rose his head, and sighed, eyes towards the ceiling.

"What…?" He spat, not looking to them.

The two at the table looked to each other, a shameful glance of shock as if the other wouldn't notice settling in their eyes.

Aidan picked his mug off the table and took a sip, eyes towards the living room as he saw the flicker in the others body movement, turning to look at them directly, leaning against the counters, hands gripping at the edge, knuckles white.

"Come on guys, don't fuck around,"

Both visibly flinched from the unnatural use of that particular word from Josh himself, who would always keep himself from using foul language, even in the privacy of his own home.

Inhaling deeply, brows raised, his eyes searched the ceiling as his hand sliced the air while he spoke. "You guys have been staring me down, since the incident." His eyes widened lightly, his nerves getting the best of him as he further grew anxious, uncomfortable.

Those last words made the two turn to look at him, in a rather annoyed expression, as if to say - 'are you kidding me' - in that, frank, and honest silent way, which made Josh purse his lips for a second before he wafted a hand in the air, brows furrowed as he fought against his inner self, angry at the slip he just made, turning to face the sandwich he was tending to, the urge to eat leaving him quickly as he began to remember the incident, the doing, the during, the nothing, then the wakening.

If there was a God out there, Josh silently prayed, every waking second since he woke up after supposedly 'dying', that he could forget. But he couldn't.

Those eyes, that looked to his, broken, petrified, dewed… Lonely. And that higher pitch, filled with tears as she watched Aidan lift his hands from the mans chest.

Josh couldn't remember what had happened after his insane… attempt. He could only remember his world going dark, his body falling to it's knees, then toppling over, useless and limp, onto the hard ground. Could feel the small pebbles and large sharp rocks smack into the side of his head as it impacted carelessly.

And he was right, that, while his eyes had begun to shut ever so slowly and softly, while his vision blurred, that he saw the feet of a male. Knowing it wasn't Sally was a partial relief, but it only added to his concern, hoping to any God's that it wasn't his friend who followed him, and found him like… that.

Then nothing.

He felt his body lift momentarily, though at the time he didn't register it as someone lifting him from the ground. It just felt like waking from a surgery, all that morphine hooked into you, making you feel as if you were soaring under water, only with air in your lungs, and, without the laws of physics wanting to pull your body to the surface. No one could know how it feels to fly, on ones own, so Josh wanted to avoid the - it feels like your floating in the clouds- expression.

Then, slowly, the dark-

"Josh?"

The man lightly jumped, noting how he dazed down towards the condiments of his meal, untouched, his hands flat against the surface of the counter, supporting his weight as he leaned in.

Looking up, he noticed Aidan, close, as he settled his bloody mug into the sink to wash later, because right now, he seemed preoccupied with gripping Josh's upper arm, brows knotted, the wrinkles in between visible, lips slightly parted, the usual concerned expression painting over his usual mask.

It wasn't that he was observing the vampire in a dreamy manner. Ever since he had learned that Aidan was… Well, basically, a fictional being of the otherworldly's- not human, but rather, a monster, Josh couldn't help but want to learn, feed off this man.

Learn how to manage an everyday life, while knowing that you could do anything but just that.

Romance? Out. Relationships? Yeah, sure. Friends? Right, what are those again? Well the normal one's at least. Kinda the one's that will nod and agree with your confessions, then turn their backs and spit from their sharp silver tongues and tell the whole frikin world that you're insane.

Slowly, day by day, Josh would watch Aidan's every move. From sitting, to 'eating', to conversing at the job, but there were limitations that he wouldn't cross.

If anything, at some point, Aidan was his idol, his role model. But nothing more.

Now, the vampire was more like that thorn in your spine, that you want to pull at because it's annoying and sometimes a pain in the ass, but you couldn't because then it would lose all support, your spine would crumble and snap, and you'll be there, silent and alone, without the ability to move or speak, and reach out for someone, something, anything, to just have that painful support that seemed so blissful but was that damned clog that had to remain, for your own sake and sanity.

Josh pulled his arm upwards, the former grip around his arm hovering lightly.

For awhile, Aidan's arm remained there, but then, slowly fell into the sink, tending to his cup, which he was beginning to wash, as he noticed how Josh went back to staring into nothing, without blinking or moving, brows raised, fixated on what he was thinking, not wanting to let go, until it played out.

His pale fingers worked the soap into the drying blood stains as he turned his head to look at Josh, then back to his mug, wanting to allow the man to finish processing whatever it was, but knowing it would probably help make things worse. "Josh,-"

"What…?" The immediate response surprised both the Vampire and Spirit, as Josh finally blinked, his eyes looking towards Aidan, head remaining in place, along with the rest of his posture.

There was a light pause, as the exchange in conversation shifted Aidan's confident approach.

But then, as the Vampire looked to Sally with a nod, he gestured her out, politely asking if she could allow the two some time alone, all the while knowing she would eavesdrop.

With a nod she dispersed, Aidan getting back to his washed mug, reaching over to turn the water off, then, turning his body to face Josh, leaned his hip against the counter's edge, arms crossing over his chest, head bowed lightly, as his dark eyes observed Josh's unfaltering expression, eyes still looking towards the Vampire, waiting, patiently.

"We need to talk-"

"There's nothing to talk ab-"

"No," Aidan's voice rose over his, head turning lightly as he looked away. "There is and we have to-"

"There," Two fists suddenly rose and slammed hard into the counter, enough to make the prepared food collapse lightly. "Is nothing," He turned to look towards Aidan. "To talk about!" He yelled, a low growl hidden behind his tone, his face contorted in anger, frustration, anguish, and more unreadable expressions that Aidan was unable to find.

But just because Josh was losing his temper, and making his inhuman sounds apparent as it laced with his words, didn't mean that Aidan was going to back down, because, either way, Aidan's stronger, he's older, and he's dealt with werewolves in his time.

Only, this would be the first he doesn't kill.

His pale hands untwisted from their hold as his arms uncrossed and shot out towards Josh, gripping his upper arm, strength pushing the younger nearly off his feet was the older forced him into the wall, the fridge beside them shaking lightly.

Instantly, Josh began to fight back, and, although inhuman, his strength could not over power Aidan, especially at the state the Vampire was in now, with protruding fangs and onyx eyes- the monster who had grown impatient with Josh's constant layers of self defense, caging his emotions and troubles.

It wasn't just concern now.

This was being settled as monsters would, with strength, force, and intimidation.

The younger's brows furrowed, deeply offended, raising his free forearms and trying to shove Aidan's arms from pinning him to the wall, his teeth bare as his breathing grew heavy, grunting and cursing as he tried to pry the other off him, to free himself, and quite possible try to go against his instincts and swing at the vampire.

"Josh," Aidan's voice rose lightly, as he threatened in a hush tone, pulling the younger from the wall lightly only to shove him into it again. "Don't make me hurt you." He hissed past fangs, eyes menacing, the dark gloss mirroring Josh's face.

But, instead of what Aidan had hoped for, the man struggled more, arms tensing, muscles flexing as they pushed against the older's chest, or at his stone arms, a small sequence of huffed laughs escaping him, as if he were taunting the vampire to hurt him.

"Josh!" Aidan growled, but the man struggled further, now kicking at the man, which, Aidan had to admit, actually hurt. He hesitated, but, for a quick second, the older let go of Josh's upper arms and grabbed at his forearms instead, gripping at unsuspecting wrists and crossing them over, only to push them into the younger mans chest. "Stop it!" He demanded as the other kept thrashing, eyes wild, with quick, strong, jerky movements as he shifted his body against the wall, as if demanding that Aidan beat him, like that one day almost a year ago, where the vampire, in a bad mood, almost pummeled Josh to death.

But Aidan has caught on long before already, and wasn't going to give the masochistic man what he wanted.

Not knowing what else to do, fangs retracting and eyes shifting back, Aidan near his lips to the others ears, and with a soothing whisper, as the other yelled and thrashed, attempted to reel the man to sanity. "Josh.." He whispered, softly, but the other kept at it. "Josh, stop it. You're hurting me…" He tried again, but the kicks kept coming. "Josh… I'm not gonna hurt you…" He stated. "I know that's what you want me to do. And you can kick, scream, whatever… But I'm not gonna hurt you… I'm not going to give you what you think, you, -but don't-, need." He continued, the younger man's body starting to relax, as screams were replaced with gasps.

And gasps later became silent sobs, as his body went completely limp, that, had it not been for Aidan's inhuman strength and strong hold, Josh would have fallen to the ground with a careless and heavy impact, probably in hopes to crack his skull while falling.

Aidan pulled his head away from the others shoulder, eyes to the other's broken expression as it contorted, muscles forcing the unappealing presentation of a fallen person in tears, as he began to choke sobs, strong enough to rock his head lightly with each silent exhale, lids closed tightly, brows furrowed upwards, as he shamefully allowed his head to hang.

"Hey," Aidan whispered, in a hushed gentle tone, growing frantic by the second, having experienced this in so many people in his long life, especially in himself, knowing the feeling so well, and yet, knowing there was truly nothing that could pull you from it.

The strong will, and wish to die. To cough until there was nothing but blood or your very beating heart in the palm of your hand, only so that you, yourself, may stop it's beating with the forceful squeeze of your fingers. Or like scratching at the skin around your neck until nothing but the burning pain was keeping you aware. Or when your very hands wanted to grip and choke you till no air remained in your lungs.

The hopelessness, the pain, the insanity, the feeling as if you can't escape, all tangled in the mind, chemical imbalances that could not be stopped until the moment died down slowly, but, even so, painstakingly slow seemed like ages, unbearable, where the act of removing yourself from the living world seemed like the only thing to rid of the inner pain and turmoil.

Aidan's brows furrowed upwards as he loosened his grip around Josh's wrists, the only thing that was keeping Josh on his feet.

Quickly, Aidan grabbed at the mans upper arms, eyes to the torn expression the whole time. "Hey hey hey," He whispered, almost in a slur as he wrapped his arms around the man, doing anything to keep him from falling, from feeling alone, from allowing him to be swallowed by the grief and pains of living, not only as a living being, but as a monster as well.

Slowly, he felt his knee's weaken, and, decided to carefully bend them, bringing Josh down with him, in order to embrace the younger one, who frantically sobbed, with hitched breathes and heart wrenching groans and whimpers that screamed surrender.

"It's alright," Aidan whispered, chin resting at the crook of the others neck, Josh doing the same as tears began to fall. "It's alright Josh, I'm here," Aidan exhaled, his voice shaking lightly, as his hand rubbed small soothing circles against his back. "You're not alone Josh, I'm here. I'm right here…"

The whispered reassurances were enough to further crack at Josh's pride, allowing the tears to flow faster, as his hands gripped at Aidan's shirt, or back, or anything that would ensure that there was someone there, that this wasn't false reality, that he wouldn't wake.

And, even as he cried like he probably never had before, he knew it would stop at some point, when his facial muscles began to ache and his tears would just stop, and he knew, that at that point, he'd have to answer questions he wish he could avoid, that were clawing at his skull, picking at his sanity.

But for now, he allowed himself to cry into the shoulder of another monster, his only true friend, hopefully until he grew tired, even if that meant till morning.

Just for now.

A.N- It's weird, while I was uploading this chapter, the song I basically named this chapter over began to play.

It's "Tonight I will be your Guide" by Royal Wood.

Under appreciated artist. He has about 3 songs featured on the show though.

Anyways, for days I had been thinking a name for this new vampire, that would represent their age. and it's difficult cause you have to estimate their age, research the date in which they were created, see what names existed, and which didn't. I think so far, I've gone through 500 names on an immigrant paper. Then I thought Abigail, but I absolutely hate that bitch in The Crucible. And I don't want to give them an A name cause then there's Aidan, and his starts with an A.

Also, you know by the way that creep approaches the new character that it's a female. At first it was gonna be a man. But, as I sketched it out, it didn't seem to work well at all, especially in the later chapters.

It took awhile, but I managed to find something that would fit her, age and self, along with have the rare possibility of existing amongst anyones first name in this day and age or for the past centuries.