<span style="font-family:dekko"><span style="font-family:dekko"><span style="font-family:Laila"><span style="font-family: Dekko"> Mila had disappeared years ago from her home. Three years? Leaving behind her twin sister to brace the harshness of the world alone. Mila Dane had not meant for it to happen the way it did. Leaving one night to go out with friends, Esme having tagged along as always. The two were not polar opposites, though different the girls shared common interests, their unique accents making them very popular with others. Both Dane twins loved parties and such things and after Mila disappeared that night, Esme left the city, she ran from the whole state. The loss of Mila hit Esme hard, though she held onto the hope that Mila was alive she couldn't confirm the feeling. Three years was a long time and now Esme worked for a large company. Answering phones and spending her nights out with friends. </span></span></span><br/>
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Mila, however, now knew her way around. She was aware of what was going on with packs, how territories were and she had even had the unfortunate luck of running into vampire nests. No one seemed to understand that werewolves and vampires were not just enemies they lived on different morals. Mila was aware of where her sister lived, in fact Mila was there when Esme was out. The silent shadow to her twin she loved so dearly. None of this was suppose to happen, she was suppose to be there with her, happy. Not some creature who crept in the night to remain unseen. She hated that humans were not allowed to know, that they would either be killed or changed. The pack that Mila had found herself in ran with old rules and she wasn't allowed to break them. Mila hated it. Hated what she was and the things she had to deal with.<br/>
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Esme had just finished up her last day. Vacation time was just around the corner. Two weeks off, though she wasn't leaving the state, she was excited to relax and go out with friends. The alcohol, the company and more than anything the men. Esme was not shy, a party girl, as had been Mila. Esme reached up and touched a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn-img-2.wanelo.com%2Fp%2Fe78%2Fa17%2F6af%2F750af9221e2d3797aaf32b4%2Fx354-q80.jpg&amp;hash=ec3465ed0ea9eeaa2d861e8c9b8939cd" href="https://cdn-img-2.wanelo.com/p/e78/a17/6af/750af9221e2d3797aaf32b4/x354-q80.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">necklace</a> sitting upon her neck. A soft sigh escaping her as she recalled her sister in that moment. Looking to one of her friends seconds later. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Tyler!"</span> She called out to the other blond whom raised her head. Her brown eyes gazing at Esme as a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99"> "Yes?" </span>She purred out as she hugged now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99"> "Your place first?" </span>She questioned as she looked over Esme's outfit knowing that she'd want to change. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Of course." </span>She laughed a bit and got into her friend's car.<br/>
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Once she was changed she walked over to Tyler. Spinning around she smiled at her friend.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> "And?"</span> She questioned. Tyler stared at the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.polyvore.com%2Fcgi%2Fimg-thing%3F.out%3Djpg%26size%3Dl%26tid%3D111467203&amp;hash=0a58546fe5a25c2387732887828ae813" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=111467203" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a> that Esme wore. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"White?" </span>She questioned and shook her head softly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Whatever."</span> She muttered with a chuckle and the two headed out to the first bar. Carosel would be their bar of choice, unknown to Esme, Mila wasn't far behind, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F0a%2F47%2F29%2F0a4729188871d28a29e6c22dc25ef019.jpg&amp;hash=69a3c56bd3aa0d9a424d648a09c3febb" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0a/47/29/0a4729188871d28a29e6c22dc25ef019.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dressed</a> for the occation. Her own <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.polyvore.com%2Fcgi%2Fimg-thing%3F.out%3Djpg%26size%3Dl%26tid%3D102418855&amp;hash=3874704dc4bc28edae1389a3c417e899" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=102418855" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">necklace</a> dangling in sight. </span></span></span></span>