It was determined yesterday that Anne Hathaway is a vampire and that she is the same Anne Hathaway that was married to Shakespeare. She just enjoyed the irony of being an actress and taking her name back.
It’s also been determined that Marley and Anne had been friends prior to Marley introducing her to Will. They split up when Anne “died” and Marley left for what would be Salem.
Now Marley is considering reconnecting with Anne after 400 years.
Maddie watched Void’s mother’s car head out of the parking lot and was turning to go back inside when the blonde man passed her. He wasn’t much taller than she was, and his face was young. She hadn’t seen him pull into the parking lot; but sure enough, a small black Cadillac was parked haphazardly in the nearest lot. She scrunched her face; she was sure that hadn’t been there before.
A thought tickled in the back of her mind.
The man had rushed into the school and was headed up the stairs when Maddie felt her phone buzz in her dress pocket. She paused and pulled it out. She didn’t recognize the number, but she opened the text anyway.
“Wait,” it said.
She considered texting it back, but her phone buzzed with another text. This one was from Hollie. “Maddy, you might want to come back, I think we’re going to time travel.”
What?
Maddie heaved a heavy sigh. When the adventure had started, she had loved it; but she had found herself shaken by the pixie incident. It had been too easy to discard consequences up to that point. Therapy had helped, but finding herself suddenly facing an uncertain future did not. She headed up towards the classroom anyway; there was no sense in being left out.
She couldn’t stop glancing at him; the blonde man. His name, apparently, was Doyle though that didn’t ring any bells. But something about the sound of his voice, his crooked nose…something felt incredibly familiar. She caught him glancing a few times as well, little looks of drunken curiosity.
He took advantage of Hollie getting into a distracted conversation with one of the heavily armored women to sidle up to her.
“Madeline,” he said, “Knew a lass by that name once. Saved my life.”
She couldn’t place his face, but she knew he had to be talking about her.
“Oh?” was all she could manage.
He nodded. “Aye. Got shot in World War Two. Field Nurse ran right out like a bat outta hell.” He chuckled. “Kept talking to me, tried to make sure I stayed with her.”
Madeline smiled. She remembered that. Shot had been something of an understatement, but she had smelled the life lingering on him. His uniform had said “Mcready”
Doyle gave her a knowing smile. “Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it. Just nice to know ya share a name with a hero like that, eh?”
She chuckled. “Yeah…I guess that is nice.”
“Are you finished?” Maddie asked, her face scrunched in general displeasure. Chris kept laughing. Maddie fidgeted in her seat; she was sure it wasn’t safe to laugh this much behind the wheel of a car. He stopped at the stop sign and his laughter quieted.
“Okay, yeah, sure,” Chris managed to say. He wiped tears from his eyes.
Maddie huffed. “You won’t be laughing if those trashy goth kids summon one of your father’s toadies.”
Chris shook his head. “There’s no way.”
“Christopher, a gym teacher turned the football team into werewolves. A science teacher nearly killed me and a swimming pool full of students to create a Frankenstein monster. Do not assume a weird group of Hot Topic delinquents cannot summon a demon.” Maddie crossed her arms and turned to stare out the window.
“So what?” Chris said, but his voice betrayed his choice of words. He was worried, just as Maddie was.
“Chris, I’m sorry, but you can’t hide from your dad forever. I’m trying to protect you, I really am.”
“You don’t need to do that…”
“I promised you I would. That’s the deal.”
Dr. Mordecai and his family stood at the door. To an ordinary onlooker, they were an unmatched bunch who still gave the vibe of togetherness somehow. Felonious had an unsure look on his face when Hollie opened the door, almost as if he didn’t quite know what to expect of the gathering. His husband, Aaron, had a more friendly, reassuring look and, their daughter, Matra, was barely containing her excitement under the tiger ears of her winter hat.
“Good evening, Hollie. I hope we are not too late,” Fell said.
“Not at all, Dr. Mordecai, please come in out of the cold,” answered Hollie.
Fell nodded and ushered his family inside.
“Tell me what you’re doing, again?” Chris from the kitchen.
Maddie finished putting the backs on her earrings. “I’m going to the Mall with a friend.”
Chris sighed. There was a soft clink as he put away the plate he’d been drying. “No, I mean, why are you going through High School again? Why is this a thing at all?”
“Because,” Maddie answered, “education is important and being an adult in this economy and political climate is ridiculous. I’d rather deal with High School drama than taxes and politics.”
“You do know you are still paying taxes on this house. You are still lying about your parents in this whole situation.” Chris emphasized parents in air quotes, finally turning to face her. “You still pay for…well everything.”
Maddie scrunched up her face. She hated that he was right. Her parents had stopped supporting her when she left the coven; she’d been on her own ever since without too much hassle. Fortunately, when she told them about going back to school they had still been willing to keep her cover story by showing up every now and again; so that was nice.
“Okay fine,” she admitted, “at least as a High School Student I get weekends and summers off.” Chris opened his mouth but she cut him off, “and it doesn’t cost nearly as much as college.”
Chris nodded. She had a point there. Maddie believed modern day college was a scam anyway; it wasn’t affordable enough to be practical.
“So, the mall?” Chris asked.
Maddie nodded. “Hollie, do you remember Hollie?” Chris shook his head. “Umm…the preppy straight A girl who is involved with pretty much everything? Very adorable.”
“Ah,” Chris said, “yes, you’ve mentioned her.” He motioned for her to proceed.
“Well we were investigating this Frankenstein thing and-“
“Scientist or Monster?”
“Both.”
“Alright.”
Maddie paused to re-gather her train of thought, then started over. “We were investigating this Frankenstein thing, or well, we weren’t sure at the time but I had a hunch. Anyway, there was an assembly and Shane, being Shane, decided to go sit at the top of the bleachers.”
Chris smirked, holding back a chuckle. “And you were in heels.”
“Sensible heels!” Maddie protested. “My Black Victorias with the violet trimming. They lace up all the way up the calf which protects the ankle if you tie them right and their heels are very chunky.”
Chris shook his head. “Heels are only sensible if you’re a butcher.” Maddie gave her brother a wicked grin. Chris responded with a flat stare.
“Anyway, Hollie said she was going to take me to the Mall and buy me sensible shoes,” Maddie continued, putting air quotes around the words sensible and shoes, “but I told her that she would never find a pair that matched my style.”
Chris turned up the intensity of his flat gaze. When Maddie looked confused and offended, he gestured to her current outfit. Rather than her usual many layered, Victorian Style, Bustled dress; Maddie had opted to wear an off the shoulder quarter sleeve sweatshirt over a tank top with leggings as pants, arm warmers, and ballet flats over socks. Everything was black, save the light grey of the sweatshirt. More impressively, at least to Chris, all of the Black matched.
Maddie gestured to her shoes. “Look at me and tell me you could find a pair of tennis shoes that would look nice with this.”
“Marley, you won’t find anything that looks nice with any of what you’re wearing.” The laundry buzzed from somewhere else in the house. Chris put the dishrag away and headed out of the Kitchen. “And they’re called sneakers.”
“Chris!” Maddie shouted. Chris kept walking to and down the hall towards the laundry.
“And leggings aren’t pants!” he called back. Maddie let out a frustrated noise.
The doorbell rang.
“Just a minute!” Maddie called. She grabbed her tinted glasses and a deep red scrunchie off the living room computer desk. She slid the glassed onto her face, then pulled her long silky hair into the scrunchie before answering the door.
“Oh, Hollie! I’m so glad you found the place!”
Maddie had to admit that Hollie was quite pretty. Her hair had a natural fluff and fullness to it, and her fashionable sense of style was quite charming. She looked like such a delicate thing; Maddie felt a tad guilty that she had ended up caught up in all of this supernatural shinaniganry.
“Uhh, yeah,” Hollie said, sounding a bit unsure. Maddie watched her survey the house from the doorway; or at least what she could see from the front door.
Maddie headed back towards the kitchen, leaving the door open. “I just need to grab my lunch and we can be on our way.”
“Lunch?” Hollie took a step into the house and shut the door behind her, figuring it was better to allow oneself in and keep the bugs out than it was to wait for an invitation. She didn’t realize Maddie noticed. She didn’t realize Maddie was making mental notes. “We’re going to the mall, we can just stop at the food court. Right? I mean you do still eat? I mean you do! You still eat. You’re grabbing lunch and-”
“I have dietary restrictions,” Maddie said, cutting her off. Hollie was equal parts curious, confused, and perhaps egregiously polite; all of which, Maddie thought, was impossibly adorable. Before Hollie could parrot her to ask another question, Maddie added, “I’m a vegetarian, and I don’t really trust major food chains to adhere to my needs.”
It wasn’t a lie, but of course it wasn’t the full truth either.
“I’m sorry,” Hollie replied with a sigh. “I guess this is all still kind of…weird for me.”
“No, I get it!” Maddie loaded up a little lunch box with food then brought it into the living room. She stuck the chilled box into a large black leather purse. “Believe me, I get it. Try having to figure all of this out back in the 1400s.”
There was an uncomfortable silence from Hollie. Maddie looked over at her and frowned. Poor thing.
“Alright, I’ll tell you what, if you’re really curious you can treat today like a Q&A day. The only question I won’t answer is what I am; that part you will have to guess on your own.” Maddie’s voice was cheerful. She continued, “or, you can pretend I’m just your rich, teenage, High School friend with poor fashion taste who is in need of a modernized wardrobe.”
“Yeah, about that,” Hollie said, “what are you wearing?”
“I know, she looks like an Eighties teeny-bopper mixed with a goth,” Chris replied, returning to the living room with a basket of laundry.
Maddie glared at him. “Yeah, like you know what any of those words mean.”
“Uhh,” Hollie managed. The pair looked back at her. Chris set the laundry basket down on an overstuffed armchair and pushed his hair out of his face.
“Hollie, this is Chris. We’re….well the simplest way to put it is that we’re half siblings,” Maddie said, introducing them.
“Ah..Hi…Is…Is he immortal too? Sorry! Sorry, that was rude I just-“ Hollie stammered. Her cheeks were beet red. Maddie covered a smile with her hand.
Chris didn’t bother to hide his. “Yeah, I am; but not in the same way. It’s complicated.” He didn’t look much older than the girls, dark stubble trying and failing to hide a young face. He held out a hand, worn and calloused. Hollie took it and nodded politely; his skin felt warmer than it should have. They locked eyes, if only for a moment, and Chris’ smile faded slightly; as though he saw something within her. Just as quickly, however, it was back and he had let go of her hand.
Maddie picked up her purse and headed towards the door, placing a gentle hand on Hollie’s shoulder to turn her with. “We’ll be back…I dunno, whenever. Don’t fold all of the laundry, Charlie needs to help when he gets back from Scott’s.”
“Yeah, yeah. Have fun!” Chris called after them.
Chris watched the door open and shut; finally alone in the house. He caught his gaze lingering on the door; there was something about that girl. He turned back, after a long moment, to the laundry basket and moved it to the floor. He then took a seat on the chair, turned on the TV, and got to work.
IDK how Prism got a holy weapon but the storyline where she does and then proceeds to hunt down every vampire and demon in Cityverse is just full of demons and vampires being absolutely terrified of a girl who looks like a hippie and is inexplicably amazing with guns.
What’s sad is that most of my characters this affects aren’t even terrible people. They just want to live their lives in peace and the city offers them that.
Oh man… this fucks with Shane so much…
Shane the vampire/demon hunter who is madly in love with a vampire.
It’s a real problem because they are still trying to protect people but their judgement is really skewed so like I’m sure they end up with the same target sometimes but Prism has a fucking vendetta and Shane doesn’t want to mess with that shit…
Just don’t harm her girlfriend because he’ll fuck you up.
Prism is very no mercy when it comes to demons and vampires; so Marley becomes an unfortunate target (mostly because of Charlie).
She’s also ridiculously prepared and exceptionally reckless. She’ll case a potential victim for quite a while before she goes on the attack. If Shane was seen with Marley during the casing period, Shane might actually be confronted about the issue of them dating a vampire.
Fortunately, due to Prism’s circumstances, she might be able to be convinced into sparing Marley.
It’s complex
They had the advantage, two versus one. One of them could escape. Marley closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The girl was somewhere in the house. Something broke in the kitchen. They didn’t have much time.
“Charlie, listen to me,” she said. He turned and looked at him. He was shaking. She’d never seen him like this. It had never mattered what it was; demons, angels, trees, crushes; he had never looked so unbelievably terrified. With a pang of guilt, Marley pulled down her glasses and locked eyes with her brother. “Please, listen.” She kept her voice calm, praying somewhere in the back of her mind that her powers of persuasion would hold up.
Charlie’s posture calmed. He blinked once, took a deep breath, and nodded at Marley. She smiled, though her eyes were sad. Something else crashed in the kitchen. Marley could smell smoke.
“When I say ‘now,’ you’re going to climb out the window and run as fast and as far as you can. Okay?” She had pushed her glasses back up. He nodded anyway.
“What about you?” he asked.
Marley couldn’t sense the girl anymore. She unlocked the window and pushed it open. She checked around outside; just darkness.
“You need to find Chris and he needs to get you somewhere safe,” she said. She headed for the bedroom door and squared her shoulders.
“Marley, please,” Charlie sounded like he was going to cry. Marley felt a tear drip down her cheek.
“She knows what she’s doing. She’ll catch us both if we try to run.”
Marley could make out the soft sound of bells down the hall. She waited a few seconds. The bells kept ringing.
“I love you Charlie, but you have to go. Now.”
Marley grabbed her scrap-booking scissors from the desk by the door before kicking it open. Charlie scrambled out the window and hid against the siding of the house. Marley hissed as she entered the hall, the scissors raised and ready to strike.
The girl, the hunter, stood against a backdrop of flames. The jingling of bells came from her skirt, a fringe of coins knocking together along the bottom edging. She had a host of weapons; a few wooden stakes, an athame, a couple of glass bottles, and a white pistol strapped to her thigh. She was leveling a rifle at Marley’s chest, platinum blonde hair tucked behind her ears, tinted glasses sliding down her nose while she looked over them.
Marley ducked just as the hunter pulled the trigger. She dashed forward, chest nearly touching the ground, and shot upward with the scissors. The coins jingled, and Marley smelled blood. The rifle crashed to the floor as Marley’s face met the hunter’s. The girl turned and shoved her shoulder into Marley’s chest. She fell on her ass onto the hallway floor. Her scissors clattered next to the discarded gun, and Marley wished she had taken the time to learn how to use a firearm.
Marley moved to stand, but the huntress was quicker on the draw. One of the glass bottles, previously dangling from the belts over the hunter’s skirt, smashed open against Marley’s chest. Marley coughed, finding it hard to breathe. The hall smelled like blood and smoke and garlic. The offending liquid burned at her clothes, just what was in that bottle?
A movement in the corner of her eye.
Marley scrambled back across the floor. The hunter sunk a stake into Marley’s abdomen; close but damn did that hurt. She watched the hunter push her glasses up her nose and tear the stake out. Marley looked over at the bedroom door. The hunter looked too. She took a step forward and Marley cursed her worried heart. She pulled back a leg, against the pain in her abdomen, and kicked at the hunter’s legs as hard as she could manage. Between that and the prior injury, the hunter fell on top of her.
There was a mad scramble on the ground while the air filled with smoke and the fire spread.
Charlie ran once he heard the gunshot. He bolted, straight on through the back yard, through the field behind it. He was out in the open, but he had little choice. Tears streamed down his face.
“Please,” he whispered between breaths. “Please, someone…anyone…”
He ran until his lungs burned, and he kept running.
Prism crawled along the hallway floor to the furthest room she could find. She’d cut off her own escape with the fire, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. She wondered if anyone had noticed enough to call the fire department. She was in a bedroom. She pulled the sheets off the bed and pressed them against her wounds.
She pulled a cellphone from a pouch on her belt and put in a number.
“Yeah. Hey. No. I’m fine. I just….need a ride.”
She hung up the phone and let out a long breath.
That kid couldn’t have made it far.
Maybe she still had time to catch him too.
Which OC’s favorite holiday is Halloween
Bonus: How do they prepare
Fang you very much
@summoner-starlight which of your vampire OCs would tell awful jokes? Is it Marley? Is IT?!?!
Oh you can bet it is.
It’s also Niel; but I don’t talk about him.
- Name: Zane
- Gender: M
- General appearance: 5ft6 ish, black hair, green eyes, slender
- Personality: bookish, hangs out with lots of nerds, and is DMing like 5 different RPGs right now (one is Monster Hearts), very very gay, also poly and is dating like half of the people he’s running games with, skipped 2 years in school, runs on the highschool track team, not sure how he finds time for life
- Special talents: male witch but only knows like 2 spells and both are basically used to get homework done faster
- Who they like better: Shane because they take no ones shit
- Who they take after more: Maxine because he’s really hot and the last time he punched someone he ended up in the hospital (and may have hit on a few nurses… they might be dating some of them now… he’s only 16 it might be illegal)
- Personal headcanon: Zane gives the impression of being a huge nerd but is actually really smooth with the dudes. He also has never dressed up as a vampire for Halloween and rolls his eyes at his mom every siNGLE YEAR. He does bring home different guys all the time and his moms can’t keep it straight. Maxine and Shane takes bets on how long each will last. Shane always wins. Maxine is better at guessing how many times Zane will change clothes before going a date. Shane swears she cheats somehow. Maxine is better at consoling him when a boy breaks his heart; Shane pulls out a weapon and disappears for a while… to get a beer… obviously…
A Quiet Respite 