Bet Yeager
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Background
Growing up for Bet was not so tough at least as far as society is concerned. All little girls love to sing and dance and do things like that don't they? She was born a rather humid night in the late spring of nineteen eighty-one. Her mother and father were James and Jean Yeager, a rather prominent couple in a small town in the northeastern part of California. Ever heard of Susanville? Didn't think so. They were rather wealthy, even for Californians. Both parents were very successful in the real estate business that they had founded together. Getting in early and buying up places where building was likely to happen helped them get their start. Saying it was a small town does not mean that much, not in California. They didn't live too far from Reno Nevada either. James liked to take his wife to Reno on most weekends. Then on special occasions, they would both take the time to fly to Las Vegas, leaving their young daughter behind in the care of a babysitter for the night or weekend.
As she grew she only became more daring. She had climbed the lattice on the side of the house and decided to scale one of the nearby trees when she was only four. Then she explored places, like a small cave she had found, going much deeper than any of the other children would dare. She would also search the houses that her parents worked on, just to see what she could find, fantasies of buried treasure among other things filling her head. It was during one such of her more daring excursions that she discovered there was a way to get inside an area of the house that was only accessible through the closet in one of the houses that her parents had been renovating and getting ready to re-sell. The place was like a treasure trove of imaginational objects, a secret hideaway she could do what she liked. It wasn't until a couple hours of looking through the old antique things in there that she decided to leave. When she went through the small cubbyhole back into the closet and shut the secret door behind her tightly she turned to leave the closet, finding it locked. She started to bang on the door and scream as hyperventilation was setting in. She screamed herself hoarse and was pummeling the door for the longest time before she finally curled up on the floor against the secret door and was crying. Her parents had gone outside to look for their little adventurer because they hadn't been able to find her inside the house. The door hadn't actually been locked but with a roll of carpet leaned against it, it might as well have been. It was three hours later when her parents finally found her. The workers had come in and moved the carpet and the door came open. Bet was still curled on the floor with her eyes wide and staring at where the crack under the door had been. She was kept home form school for a couple days until she started to return to normal, or at least as normal as she ever was. She told her parents about the secret room, but refused to go back in there and even her own closet at her home became door-less as she was frightened of being locked inside of it.
Bet enrolled at the local high school, Lassen High, when she turned fourteen. She was but an average student, netting grades that were only ever as good as a low B. However, that didn't stop her from engaging in activities such as cheerleading, dancing, and gymnastics. Though she had to take gymnastics and dancing from private tutors she was more than happy to take cheerleading through the high school. She can waltz just as well as she could keep up with the trendy break dancing. It helped to have relief from the cheerleading practice after all. She was very accomplished with all her chosen extracurricular activities, even if she never really took them past her home tutoring. Her idea of fun was to do extreme things; it had been ever since she had discovered that she actually healed like she did. She enjoyed riding her bicycle over the mountains nearby, not following the paths. She used money her parents gave her to go and do things most teenagers probably wouldn't even consider. Thrill seeker, adrenaline junkie, those were just two of the names she had been given. Whenever she could fit it in, sometimes even skipping a session with one of her activities, she would go for her extreme fun times. Many times things happened that should have left her with injuries but as luck would have it, she never needed anything serious. People may have thought that she was invincible, but she would always say it was her luck and she had the best of it. And she was always trying to surpass her previous stunt with another insane and stupid stunt, preferably one bigger and better than anyone else, not to mention her last one she had performed.
She didn't even try to reach honor role, though many of her teachers claimed she would have been if she had only applied herself more. She was always outside when she could be. Her graduation didn't change that. It came as a big surprise to everyone that knew her when she signed up for active duty in the Army right out of high school. What better way to get her high adrenaline kicks than to be paid to do stuff like drive tanks and blow things up? She was in the military and her peers considered her an overachiever, completely the opposite of what the teachers and students from her high school had said. She worked hard and when she wasn't running the track or obstacle course to improve her times, she was weightlifting and boxing in the sparring ring at the on base gym. Sure, she missed living off her parent's income but this life was rewarding to her as much as it was fun. She picked up smoking quickly after joining, peer pressure probably, though she would never have admitted to it. She said she picked it up because it looked fun and she didn't have anything else to spend money on at the time anyhow. Of course, she claimed that same thing for when she picked up drinking later. Her good luck seemed to have saved her more than once before, and it came true to save her again in training. When they were in a training exercise during the initial training she was receiving after joining. She and four of the others were running the obstacle course in the rain when one of the flash mines had been set too close to the climbing wall. Just because it was a flash mine didn't mean it was lacking in punch. It broke one of the supports and the whole wall came thundering down. Bet and one other woman had gotten trapped underneath the rubble. Only being trapped for about an hour, it still felt like an eternity to the panicked Bet. The weight of everything had caused her to be laying in three inches of water on her back beneath the stones. Every bit of her fear surfaced and the thought of being trapped under there and drowning or suffocating had the rescue crews finding a badly hurt woman and a perfectly unharmed Bet that had to be sedated because she was so highly stung and scared. Her fingernails were worn down, almost to the quick and they realized she had tried to claw her way out from under the rock. Taking her for a psyche evaluation she was diagnosed with a rather severe case of claustrophobia. It had settled on her, the psyche found, when she was little and had been locked in a closet for many hours. She was referred to someone off base to get some medication, but she refused.
Her first three years through the military were exemplary. She had some of the highest scores around and her commanding officers were pressuring her to try for spec ops. Her physical abilities made her more than qualified, even if her reckless habit made her a bit of a liability. They seemed to be secretly pleased to have the loose cannon on a team where if things got bad, she would be first to charge in guns blazing and the last to leave, more than willing to stay behind if it was necessary, as she had proved on a few occasions. She seemed to have uncanny good luck. There was once where a grenade landed almost on top of her and instead of diving away from it she grabbed it up threw it back and waited less than a second to charge after it, letting the flash and thump do it's work while she cleaned up the mess. She wasn't at all blood thirsty, but the action was its own drug to her. When she wasn't in a firefight or sparring ring she was either working out or having a relaxing smoke and drink at a local bar, pub or cantina. She was at her best in high risk situations where her reckless nature made her do the unexpected, for the home team it drove them to their wits end most times, but for the enemy it meant the death of them.
She finally gave in to the pressure. Applying and failing the first time for the special ops squad she applied again, it was, in short order, returned with another denial. She was determined, and persistent. She wanted accepted very badly. Her hand-to-hand skills were top of the class, and her ability to fight with her knife was something of a graceful, if deadly art. She wasn't at all hesitant to mix it up when it came to a fight of any kind. She would bend in ways that most people couldn't believe, and do things that others couldn't conceive. Finally, she found a way to impress the major. She saw him come in to inspect the arena, the common name for the sparring ring. She stopped mid workout punching the bag and stepped up to him. Making a bet that was as much of a surprise as finding a snake in your shorts she said she would stop applying and bothering him with her want to join his special ops team if he would consent she could join, provided she beat two of his current special ops people. "It's only fair, I mean, one can be considered a fluke, but two? Then there is no doubt that I am a resource to take on... even if you think I can be unreliable." She grinned and stepped into the ring. Adopting a basic boxer's stance she waved at him and laughing the major nodded. He sent in the team leader and the biggest black man in the platoon. She hadn't said anything about fighting them one on one, which he was quick to point out. She nodded and grinned. "Even better, this way there is no doubt. Boys... you had better be ready for this." She gave them her sweetest smile and as they grinned and split apart, she stepped forward, willing to let them circle her. A quick step toward the black man and the corporal went to grab her from behind. She dropped to the ground and so did they. She got up and they were blinking and getting back to their feet. The Major was staring, his cigar forgotten in his hand. She had dropped and spun so that her feet caught the back of the corporal's legs and then turned herself to kick upward at the black man's chin. They both had gone down from surprise and shock at her ability. Looking at each other it was obvious they were not about to underestimate her again. The corporal stepped back and the black man lunged at her. When she started backward, the corporal stood there, wanting to see her reaction to this move. It was simple. A step back then a twist and spin back forward as her elbow connected with his nose, bloodying it. Not her fault they weren't wearing the gear needed to be in the ring. As he grabbed his nose and wiped his blood away so he could see, she turned to the corporal and stepped back before charging at him. It was calculated and instead of trying to stop her, he avoided it. Her speed and strength were more than was expected. When he swept at her feet and followed with a jab at her face her gloved hands caught with his arm and her arms seemed to ripple with the pent up muscle power as she threw him over her shoulder to land face down on the mat. She then stepped forward and pressed her palm to his neck before turning to the newly revived black man and using a series of jabs and kicks to hammer at his chest before ending with catching his head and bouncing his face from her thigh. Once he had fallen to the floor, she palmed his throat and then stood to smile at the Major. "You sent two of your best into the ring and three walk out, what a good deal for you." She laughed cockily as she went over to towel off her sweat.
Easily accepted into the group, not only because of the bet but her exceptional skill she quickly became friends with Hugh, the corporal and Tyrell, the brawny black man from the ring. Not to mention the other three members of the group, Linda and Kelly, woman and man, sniper and spotter team. Last but certainly not least, the tactician of the team, Marty. He was the only one that carried a Smith and Wesson forty-four, Magnum as opposed to the light sidearm, the M9 or the heavier handgun the Desert eagle. He even carried it western style that had caused her to snicker about it until target practice when he quick drew as if he was in the old west and five of his six shots were all headshots in different targets through a one hundred twenty degree angle. Hugh laughed at her reaction and said that they all did the exact same thing. Ridiculous looking or not Marty was a crack shot and they all knew it. The specialized training for the team helped increase her cognitive retention, her ability to remember small details and specific things. It also helped her improve her sight, searching for tripwires and other nearly invisible things. Along with that she was taught how to listen better, to tune out distractions and focus on things that could barely be heard until she heard them clearly. It was all for infiltration missions, as well as the basic survival of the black ops team. It was something that they all did, enabling them to keep each other alive by picking up on even the slightest unordinary sound or sight and pointing it out to the others if it had been missed.
She had been with the team for nearly a year, making her stay with the army is nearly to four years before the incident. Black ops can always go wrong, no matter how much luck and planning one has. Something they hadn't planned for had happened. Marty went down without a chance to clear his holster with his beloved forty-four. The sniper round bit through his helmet and left the gray matter splattered on the tree to his left. As he fell the whole team came under fire. Hugh called a retreat and regroup. Linda and Kelly hadn't warned them, so something had to have happened to them, and with Marty down that meant there was only three people left. Taking a bullet in his left leg, Hugh had to be carried by Tyrell. They were starting to run to their fallback point when Bet looked back. "Move, move, move! Don't @#$%^&* stop!" This egged Tyrell on with more speed than he had previously, though the added growling of a tank coming through the trees was what probably had the best effect. Three seconds after the shouting the sound of the tank was fading but there were gunshots everywhere.
Tyrell kept running as Hugh looked back and shouted "The &*(^ is Yeager!?"... The shouts of move and don't stop were the last things she said as she dived behind a felled log and pulled back. The first two to pass her never knew what happened; the muffled cough of her MP5 was all that was heard as blossoming bursts appeared in their backs. She didn't bother to reload, the next one, who had just started to slow down in surprise met the side of her rifle butt, followed by her sidearm cracking a round into him as he fell. Pistol in her right hand K-bar in her left she was charging back into the fray. Three knife kills and two more pistol notches in her belt and her left arm hung limply as blood leaked out of the bullet hole in her shoulder. She knew it wouldn't be useful to her for quite a while, if at all. An injury like that could mean no use of her arm period. Her knife was back in its holster and she was firing into the cavity that held the driver of the Sherman tank. "Damn American government... selling off their extra crap." Five rounds into the view port and her luck, once again, saved her; she scored her mark. Diving out of the way of the tank as it veered and slammed into some trees next to her and leapt up on the top. The first thing she had done was eliminate the gunner, but that was before the tank had tried running her down. She climbed on top of the tank and had to take some steadying breaths. Tight places, even like the inside of this tank still caused her problems. She shuddered a little before climbing in. Once inside she pulled the body from the driver's position, closed the hatch above her and crushed the trees blocking her as she turned and started to retreat. She pulled back to the fall back spot, tying a torn length of her shirt around her shoulder to try to stop the bleeding. Tyrell and Hugh glanced at each other as the tank stopped just yards away. The hatch popped open and a hand and rebel sleeve poked out, waving limply back and forth. "Come on out where we can see you!" Hugh called and Tyrell sighted on the hatch with his fifty cal. The man came up through the hatch then, limply and his head lolled about as Bet came out after him, tossing him over the side. "I called for a cab and look what they brought me."
Linda and Kelly were dead; they found them the next day. Kelly was still smoking over a fire pit and Linda's throat was gaping open as she was bound to a pole facing Kelly. Disgusted Hugh, Tyrell, and Bet, got them down and dug shallow graves to keep them in. They used the tank to complete their mission, three men were all that was needed to operate the Sherman tank and with Hugh driving, and Tyrell dressed in rebel clothing they managed to extract themselves from the area. They abandoned the tank to trek the last few miles to their pickup point through the dark. They didn't want to risk the thin armor of the Sherman drawing fire form the rocket pods on their friendly chopper escorts. They had made it back a day and a half early and dug in a defensible position just in case. Taking turns at watch they agreed to sleep separately. Bet dug a hole a foot and a half deep, making a cover for it so she could lie below the ground level. Hugh slept in a nook between a fallen tree and a still standing one while Tyrell watched from his dug in ring, where he had a full view of everything around himself. The howling and calling through the night wasn't enough to wake them as they all took their shifts, one hour each so that nobody got too tired. It was almost sunup when the loudest howl of all came from the trees. Turning toward it, Tyrell let out a terrified yell as he started his fifty screaming through its box of chained rounds. Bet and Hugh both saw the half man, half wolf figure take some bullets as they brought their own firearms to bear and tried to help. Tyrell was dead after just seconds of starting to fire and the creature charged at Bet. She gritted her teeth and lunged at the furry creature with her knife out. It was like the idea of the fifty cal doing nothing hadn't even registered in her mind, because she was sprinting at it with one able arm and a combat knife. It was the silver plating on her knife that saved her. Something that was only there for show; to make it shine and look good. A loud whimper and a brief snarl where the last sounds the wolf man made. It died rather quickly as the knife wound directly into its heart gushed out the life giving blood. She shrugged it off and groaned as she looked at her injured arm, over the top of her bullet wound there was now a large bite mark. She pulled her sidearm from the dirt only feet away and fired a few times into its head to be sure it was dead. Hugh was the only other person left.
"&^%$ Yeager, I can't decide if you have the best luck in the world or the worst." She laughed a little and nodded as they both went over to see about Tyrell. His throat was missing, leaving a hole left where it should have been. They both shuddered and after pulling his tags from him they put him over onto the outside of the hole and they both stayed the rest of the night there. Bet was having some horrible nightmares, the nightmares induced by the venom-like virus working its way through her system. She woke drenched in sweat, believing herself to still be in the dream. She looked around and nudged Hugh awake. She was looking out around the clearing as he stirred and, seeing her expression, looked around as well. "There's nothing out there Yeager, get some more sleep you lost a lot of blood yesterday." Her arm shot out, the same one that had been limp just a few hours ago during her fateful fight with the wolf man. She first covered his mouth then did the oddest thing, to them both; she even looked startled at it. "There’s lots of them... humans and..." She couldn't explain it but it was like a bell of clarity went off inside her head and she started jerking her head back and forth looking in different directions. "There are three humans over there.... two wolf men there... and over there... something unnatural, like I don't know how to explain it... but the two over there, I think they can do... magic?" Her astonishment was in her voice. Not only at her suppositions but the clarity with which she made them. She looked at Hugh and he looked scared. "The three men are that way, make sure to kill them, I will take care of the others." She went to get out of the hole only holding her knife. He grabbed her arm. "Just with that?" Hugh looked worried that she might have gone insane; could the wolf man have had rabies? She only grinned and shook her head. "It's up to me you know. And I decided I have the best luck in the world..."
With that she jerked her arm free and sprinted into the darkness. Once the two wizards realized one of their prey had left the hole, they couldn't let anyone live with the knowledge of werewolves existing, the fog lifted. About the time it all started to fade there was some horrendous snarling and howling. When Hugh could see he gasped, No way Bet had survived that. There were three of the wolf men mauling something... He squinted a little then suddenly remembered and turned in time to see the three men Bet had spoken of, one was taking aim on him while the two others were sighting on the three, he realized now they were fighting each other, werewolves. His MP5 coughed a staccato of bullets and the men screamed as he cut them down. He turned back to see fireballs flying out of the trees. There was just one of the werewolves left. The other two were a mess of limbs and blood on the ground as the third charged headfirst into the ball of flame and out the other side with her, it was definitely a her now that he could see it clearly, fur ablaze. The light from her own body being on fire showed him how easily she ravaged the bodies of the two who had attacked with fire. The first tried to ward her off with more fire and his arms. He lost when her maw opened and then closed on his through, making gurgle the scream he had let loose. Ripping backward Hugh saw the werewolf expose the spine of the man who no longer had anything but the bone holding his head to his torso. The second one was smarter and the glint of silver light flashed. The werewolf hit the ground howling in pain and terror she crawled herself into a standing position and Hugh blinked as he saw that she had just the upper half of her right arm. He yelled and started firing at the man with the blade. Screaming in surprise and pain as the bullets tore into him, the blade hit the ground and the werewolf lunged to finish him as well.
A battered and bruised, as well as severely injured werewolf laid there bleeding on the ground as she succumbed to the loss of blood, thinking she would never wake up. When she did, she assumed it was a dream. She was back in the hole and she was bandaged up and Hugh was there. Though he was shaking heavily and smoking his cigarettes chain fashion, one then the next. He tried to smile at her. "Was... stupid and brave Bet...." She looked at him rather confusedly. "What?" She didn't remember any of it right then, though after a few seconds it came rushing back into her mind. She looked at him wide eyed and he nodded. "What the hell was that Bet? Could you always do that? You grew back your arm... the bullet wounds are gone... the only scar I can find is where that wolf thing bit you... are you a werewolf?" He was asking his questions so quickly Bet could only look at herself and the blood on her tattered and burned uniform. She shivered and stuttered, "I… I dunno Hugh... it was like… I just got stronger and quicker... I… killed them with my hands and teeth? My claws and fangs?" She looked like she was trying to swallow a whole fish. They sat back and she slept for a time before they discussed it again. Their evac option arrived to take them home and they didn't speak anything of it there or later in their debriefing. It seemed they silently agreed to take the turn of events as a secret nobody else would know from them...
For another six years bet Yeager served her country, going further as a solo operator and partnered with Hugh than any full team did in her division. Her base control, which of which to tell friend from foe was demonstrated on that first night of her change. Though the change was limited around the full moon, she was better for it even without her long muzzle and sharp teeth. She and Hugh retired from their profession with enough money to do what they liked, not that they were insanely rich or anything. She took up a minor job, a regular person's job at a cash register in Boston. She kept that job for nearly two years. Hugh, who lived just a few blocks away, took a job as a bouncer at a club. They hung out and drank a lot, reliving the good times, and wishing their lost comrades well. Working late one night a local gang decided to try and tax the store Bet worked at. Their plans ruined they sulked off to nurse their wounds. She hadn't killed any of them; they were just misguided youth after all. They didn't take it the same way. The black cobras lashed out at what they could, Hugh. He was walking over to the store when the bullets started to fly. He never stood a chance. Hearing gunfire Bet tore from the store, leaving a customer at the counter as she ran to where Hugh lay dying. Taking small comfort that he was at least able to say goodbye to one of his best friends he smiled as he passed out of the world. The cobras were taunting and jeering at her now, laughing and mocking her as she gently closed his eyes and laid his head on the ground. The gun that clicked as the hammer was cocked. It caused her look up to the leader of the five who had ambushed her friend. His smile dropped from his face as he watched her eyes change right there. "Don't you know it can be dangerous during a full moon?" She said it, ending with a snarl. The one who had held the gun to her head was backpedaling and cursing as the chocolate brown fur covered her body. Bet didn't hesitate; it was on the news for a week, a brutal killing between gangs, nothing abnormal. She killed four of the five, leaving the one that had no weapon to cower where she had curled up on the ground in terror. Bet didn't realize that the gang had intended to tape the killing and did. Posting it on you tube got them a call from someone who offered to help them get revenge on the thing that had killed their friends. Agreeing to pay the fee the cobras followed her home one night, not of the full moon, being led by the stranger. An explosion at the front of her house as shards of silver flew through the place, shredding many of the walls, caused her to get low and stay on the ground. She pulled her military issued M9 from under the bed and crept slowly to the doorway. Her heightened senses told her someone was on the other side of the wall and she fired her penetrating round through the wall, killing another cobra. The stranger stood outside waiting. He had let them go in first using whatever they liked to try to subdue the woman he meant to kill that night. He flipped the silver stake in his hand as his right hand held the crossbow, loaded with a silver bolt. More shots rang out, this time though it was answered by more shooting. Bet walked through as she finally finished the few that had come inside a small war. She gathered up an AK-47, grabbed the clips from the rest and slowly made her way to the door. She stayed in the darkness as she looked at him and called out through the open doorway. "You aren't human!... At least not a regular one like the lowlifes that came in here... you're… stronger... gifted... and much better learned. Why are you after me?" She waited in the darkness that she could see out of, but his eyes could not penetrate, being empowered didn't grant night vision. "So you can see what I am just by looking at me? You are extraordinary... you will be the best trophy in my clan. I saw you regenerate from cuts and scrapes in the alley fight, and you just survived a bomb and a gang coming in to kill you. Then you know me without asking... You must be the most gifted werewolf I have ever hunted, but you'll notice, of course, that I came when there was almost no moon, no help for you..." He smirked, though it was gone in an instant. The first thing the hunter saw was the gun barrel, the second was the flash from its muzzle. He threw himself to the left and fired his crossbow into the darkness. The shooting stopped instantly and the gun dropped to the ground as Bet was inside looking at the embedded bolt, just above her head, she was lucky that she had chosen to crouch and hold the gun higher just in case. The hunter knew she could regenerate quickly so he rushed in for the kill, which was his mistake. This is because when he was just feet from the door a surprised look crossed his face, he was surprised to see Bet step out with the pistol in her hand aimed at his heart. She killed him after grinning and saying, "Most fun I've had in a long while." Knowing there would be more coming from wherever he had, not to mention the gang that was still after her, she packed up and moved leaving everything behind except her pistol and a picture she had from when she first joined the team. She moved just a ways after making a small paper trail that said she flew for the islands of Hawaii. Taking the money she had saved up from her career in the military she moved and bought a small house in Devilshire, she hoped to start again, without worrying over the hunter’s friends or the gang, even though she was not that far from their territory. She might have been reckless but she wasn't stupid, she needed to go somewhere she could make them fight on her terms, and the Devilshire woods seemed to be the perfect place, if they came for her.
Powers and Abilities
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Current People
Alex
He managed to track Bet down in the forest, and knew what she was before she knew what he was. And all because of the wind direction. His attitude is one of nonchalance and it serves him well.
Decision: Alex was at first, thought of to be a hunter. That's why Bet pulled a gun on him. But after finding out he was a wolf like her she did the only thing she could do, challenge him to a fight. She lost because he was a wolf and she wasn't, so what's new? She likes him pretty well, but then, what's new there too?
Reading: Supernatural Senses got nothing off him.
Amy
Meeting her in the park, the same time as she found Beatrice. She wasn't too nice. But at least she apologized for her attitude. She seems to just be another college girl.
Decision: Amy is just another girl, nothing special. Of course only knowing her for a total of three minutes or so is probably the reason for that decision.
Reading: Supernatural Senses got nothing off her.
Bertram
Bertram has a great name for his vehicle. Moomoo. He threatened, accused, and planned to execute the vehicle for breaking down on him again. He chose not to when he decided that Bet was a better interest for his time. He got nothing from his tail chasing... unless you count getting drunk and being pinned to the floor.
Decision: Bertram can really hold his liquor. He likes the white lightning, a little, but he favors the girly drinks Bet turns down. At least they have drinking in common. She thinks he would be great for a night out at a party.
Reading: Supernatural Senses read him as just another human.
Judith
Bet met this woman later in the night. It was Gia who brought her around. It made for an even number of women who got drunk off all Lina's taste testing alcohol.
Decision: A good drinker, and the first one brave enough to try the white lightning. Bet was happily surprised to hear that the Devlin woman knew what it was.
Reading: Supernatural Senses ...
Tom
Dark and afraid of germs. Exactly how is a vampire supposed to catch disease? Bet found him, or he found her rather, late night in the park. She knew him for what he was after just a glance, but still gave him a chance.
Decision: Germaphobe Vampire. Not very good at arm-wrestling. At least he said that she would like the feeling of being bitten. She intends to find out.
Reading: Supernatural Senses read Vampire.
Ursula
Athletic to an extent, and not having many friends from the sound of it. She seems to be a bit of a lost person more than a lone person. All that despite her being Demon too.
Decision: A slightly athletic woman that works out later in the night. Someone that Bet can actually like because there is no real friction between them, and at least to Bet, there is a bit of a sense of kinship from a lack of friends.
Reading: Supernatural Senses read Demon.
Missing from the Scene
Beatrice The Girl she saw in a tree while jogging. Bet was kind, and polite, and still she couldn't get a name from her. It has been taken on as a personal mission to get it from her.
Decision: Bet can't really make much of a descision on Beatrice, seeing as she hasn't even gotten her name. But she does like the challenge that Beatrice is giving her.
Reading: Supernatural Senses said she was human.
Gia
Rich and a business partner with Lina from what Bet overheard. She ended up giving a massage to the woman, with Lina's help, since one of the messieurs had to go home ill. She has a questionable sense of humor, and that just makes Bet like her more.
Decision: Her humor is different but good, and she has a sharp mind with quick wit. Bet considers her a great friend, and has fun hanging out with her when she does.
Reading: Supernatural Senses couldn't find anything wrong with her... they couldn't find her.
Lina
Owner and manager of the new salon and massage parlour. Bet met her there, and after a short interview she just had a few things to do before she could be hired. Then later she finds that Lina carries a handgun and knows how to use it.
Decision: A good shot with a gun, and becoming a good friend. She has a great sense of humour and Bet really likes working for her.
Reading: Supernatural Senses read Seer.
Sebastian
Younger than Bet by far. He decided to give her the third degree while she was jogging. His pushing made her push back. Somehow the small disagreement turned into a fight for being Alpha. Human vs Werewolf, or at least Bet in human form.
Decision: From losing the fight for Alpha, to bandaging his wounds and other things... This woman has a crush on the much younger man.
Reading: Supernatural Senses couldn't find him either, but she knows what he is from first hand experience, now.
Bet's Features
Bet Episode 01: Don't really bother with things like Resumes = April 1st 2009 - Bet goes to the new salon to see a birdie about a job.
Bet Episode 02: Monster of the Week v. 46 = April 1st 2009 - Hanging out at the green, Bet finds a statue dedicated to fallen soldiers and while there zombies arise.
Bet Episode 03: Adrenaline Junkies and Vampires = April 2nd 2009 - Working out, alone, in the dark, at the park. Bet makes a friend, possibly.
Bet Episode 04: Do I Look Like I Need a Low Calorie Energy Bar? = April 2nd 2009 - Her fist day on the job Bet is promoted, to something she hadn't expected.
Bet Episode 05: Battle of the Sexes = April 2nd 2009 - Long day at work? Check. Relaxing jog after work? Check. Meet some new friends? And then I bled.
Bet Episode 06: How to Outwierd the Robot and the Catgirl = April 3rd 2009 - Jogging alone at the pond Bet runs into some people.
Bet Episode 07: Ladies' Night Out = April 4th 2009 - Staying late to help Lina, Bet gets free alcohol and a chance to drink with Judith and Gia.
Bet Episode 08: Like Cats and Dogs = April 5th, 2009 - Beatrice is sunning herself in the forest. Bet tries to catch her when she runs away.
Bet Episode 09: Same Room. Separate Beds. = April 6th, 2009 - Bertam has a breakdown outside Bet's house. After some drinks he sleeps on her floor.
Bet Episode 10: The Meat of the Conversation = April 10th, 2009 - Bet meets a new person while grabbing some food for a tasty breakfast.
Bet Episode 11: Small Talk = April 11th, 2009 - Bet makes a foray into the Moore gallery for some art. She runs into Gia while there.
Bet Episode 12: Weed is Perfect for Healing = April 15th, 2009 - Bet is run into by Sebastian and Scout after some kind of fight. She ends up performing first aid on them.
Bet Episode 13: Puppy Love = April 15th, 2009 - Sebastian comes to Bet's house to retrieve his shirt and gets more than he bargained for.
Bet Episode 14: I Slept in it Just for You... = April 16th, 2009 - Bet and Lina have a heart to heart... that gets interrupted by Sebastian, who still needs his shirt back.
Bet Episode 15: April 16th, 2009 - Bet heads to the werewolf cave later in the day, after getting off from work. She re-bandages Sebastian's wounds, they talk some, and then there is kissing.
Bet Episode 16: Monster of the Week v. 49 = April 17th, 2009 - Going for a jog with Gia and Lina, Bet and friends meet some very unfriendly vampires.
Bet Episode 17: Saturdays are for Sleeping in = April 18th, 2009 - Coming home from the vampire attack, the three women stay at Gia's place. This is their wake-up call.
Bet Episode 18: Self Defense Techniques Are Never Deadly = April 23rd, 2009 - Bet takes on Lina as her new padawon, not. She just accepted the offer of showing Lina things about fighting with weapons.
Bet Episode 19: I'm Not Going To Practice Staking On -You- = April 30th, 2009 - Bet takes Lina to the woods for some weapon practice, and she ends up carrying the exhausted woman home after.
Bet Episode 20: Try Not To Beat Yourselves Up = May 1st, 2009 - Bet meets Shawn, they have a battle royale, and decide to call it a tie... even though Bet was very near to her limits. And Lina ordered Pizza.
Bet Episode 21: To Good Fortune and Friendship = May 4th, 2009 - Lina comes over to Bet's place for drinks.
Bet Episode 22: Why Are You Turning Dat Color Red, Et'an? = May 6th, 2009 - Bet enters the coffee shop mid tarot read by Scout. She sticks around for a little bit discovering a bit about the new guy.
Bet Episode 23: I Prefer Waxing, All The Pain At Once = May 6th, 2009 - Bet gets held after work for a surprise makeover by Lina.
Bet Episode 24: Monster of the Week v. 53 = May 21st, 2009 - Another case of mistaken identity. It really sucks when you turn your back on a vampire... again.
There were recorded Episodes that were never aired. Unfortunately that means that they are not included in this set of Bet's Features. There are plans for an Editor's cut edition of this collection that will include the missing episodes, so fans of Bet may have the chance to see the bits that never made airtime. (Some things never got posted sadly, and so I'm missing some of Bet's adventures... If anyone is helpful and happy to try, I would greatly appreciate the finding of them. One I can recall in particular was an episode that had the ice cream parlor held up and robbed. Gia and Bet were there, not sure on who else. But it would be nice to find all the missing logs. Thanks in advance for those that check. ;) )
Lost Episode 1 - Bet being called on for a bit of legwork for Gia.
She's Back!
After taking a bit of a holiday from working the Devilshire werewolf angle, Kristanna Loken is back and more feral than ever!
Bet Episode 25: Little Get-Together = May 16th, 2010 - Bet meets a couple of potential friends in Devilshire Fitness.
Bet Episode 26: Another Werewolf! = May 19th, 2010 - Bet encounters the newest Werewolf in Devilshire. His Name is Alex, and again there is a bit of a brawl.
Bet Episode 27: A Shrug-Fest = May 26th, 2010 - Bet returns to the gym a few days before the full moon and gets another chance to talk with Ursula.
