Legs crossed, hair tight in a bun, and a scowled face settled on Casey. She stared unpleasantly at her most recent artwork. It was of an abandoned work building somewhere in the city. She sat on her cushioned office chair, her gaze fixed solely on that painting.<br/><br/>"I don't like it..." she swivels her head around. Looking at her assistant, as if she were searching for something.Â<br/><br/>Her assistant rubbed his chin thoughtfully, measuring for the correct answer. "Personally, I think it looks great."<br/><br/>Casey scoffed, " You think everything looks great on a personal level. Look at it John, and tell me what you feel by it."<br/><br/>His chocolate eyes rested on the piece. Hesitating, "Well, I feel...." but for some odd reason he was a loss for words.<br/><br/>"See. Nothing. I get the same thing. In the beginning I felt that a universal message could come across, but now that I see the final product... I'm at a loss of words." She scowled again, her features crunching up in distaste, and sighed. Letting her head fall onto her hands, "I think I'm losing my touch."<br/><br/>John clasped her encouragingly on the shoulder, "Now, champ, don't give up just yet! I'm sure you'll find your muse sooner or later."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Champ</span>, he always called people that. His own personal quirk that he got from god knows where. More than likely from all the late night sitcoms he talks about. It was one of the perks Casey had to get used to, but other than that John was a good man. An even better assistant. He didn't draw much, but he had an eye for art; however, every time he looked at Casey's art he only mentioned the good things about it. Unless it mattered most, then he could really law down the law.<br/><br/>Casey, being 26, was younger than John by 3 years. He had a nicely structured jaw and eyes the color of chocolate that you could just eat out of them. Brown hair what neatly cut short, jard out like he just woke up. It was cute, and Casey would be damned she didn't have a crush on him. But, she knew, he was a wussy playboy. Liking nothing better than to have sex with every woman he can get his hands on while he feared all the small stuff, like cats and spiders. Casey only liked his looks and could easily resist the charm he annoyingly admitted all the time.<br/><br/>This job he acquired worked out for him too. She resisted him and it worked because he chased after her, staying because she was a challenge he was determined to overcome, but was a damn good worker she needed. He got people to buy her works, got her into the artistic limelight, and made her a known artist to those who appreciated art. They were the perfect business couple.<br/><br/>"Damn, Casey, look at the time," he grabbed his jacket and fasted it on, "I've got an important date to attend to. You don't mind that I leave now, do you?"<br/><br/>She bit her lower lip tentatively and didn't even turn to look at him, "I don't care, just don't break the girls heart."<br/><br/>"As long as you don't rip apart your picture, it's a deal," he smirked and swiftly left.<br/><br/>"I won't promise anything," she mumbled to herself. With a sigh she lift her hand. Glancing around at the empty building she let some of her true nature shine. In the darkness her eyes illuminated and her nails extended to an unnatural length. In a swift, elegant motion her hand went down. Four long tears stretch down the canvas to the wooden base in the back.<br/><br/>"Oops," a snarling smile curved her lips and she retracted her animal features. Casey was a werewolf. A curse she was born with along with the temper issues that were passed down. With the way she is, and the rules to kill any supernaturals, she was in deep trouble no matter where she turned.Â<br/><br/>The clock ticked loudly in the silence of the room. The silence beside the cars honking at each other and police sirens blaring. Gathing her items and cleaning up the mess she had made she took her chance to leave.Â<br/><br/>Cars honked at her. Crossing the road at the time was her only chance before a whole hoard of vehicles squashed her. She quickly made her way past a crazy old man, but when she thought she made her escape the old man grabbed her arm.<br/><br/>Anger temporarily flared and she turned abruptly towards the old man. Screaming into her face, "The world is ending! Evil beings, roaming the Earth are here to kill us! Run and ask the empress for sanctuary!"<br/><br/>Casey yanked her arm out of his reach and turned on her heals. Walking with annoyed steps away from the crazy fool as far as she can. Yes, he was surely crazy, because not all supernatural creatures were bad. Not all were murderers. Why humans couldn't fathom the thought of living along side a wolf was beyond her comprehension. Now, a vampire she could see their concern. She didn't like vampires as much as the next wolf.<br/><br/>However she felt about the empress, she dealt with it. Hopefully in the near future everything would change. Everyone could live along side each other and work happily without so muchÂ prejudice going on. but somewhere, deep down, she knew that wasn't going to happen without some sort of action took place.<br/><br/>She wanted to help. Casey remembered a group, a resistance, posing against the empress and her forces. She wanted a part of it,and after doing some digging around she learned that a meeting was being held. All she had to do was point her nose in the right direction and sniff it out. Not literally because she had directions to one of the many entrances. It was nearly time and she did not want to miss this opportunity to be apart of something as big as this.