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“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it.”
― Rafiki, Lion King

【More Than Just A Pretty Face...】

“You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you… That’s where I’ll be waiting.”
― Tinkerbell, Peter Pan

☞Full Name☜
I have changed it a of couple times, of course. Like most others. But I started as a very innocent Fiona Elenor Wentworth. But, since when have you heard that last name lately? Exactly you haven't so, about hundred years back I decided to change it to what it is now. Genevieve E. Sinclair... I always did love the name Genevieve.

☞Nicknames☜
When I was human, I loved nicknames but once I was changed... Against my will if I may add. I started to really despise being given nicknames, I chose this name for people to say it. Not to make it shorter than it already is, but sadly people have given me the nickname Ginny and Eva before. But, do not call me by them... I will end up harming you.

☞Race☜
What do you think? I'm pale with blue eyes, I am chiller than most human beings and I physically am perfect, no bumps, and nothing out of place. Of course, I'm one of those dogs. No, I'm a vampire you idiot.

☞Powers☜
Trust me, I am far from the most powerful. If anything, I a what you would call the runt of the litter. But, I'm not completely useless! I am very... manipulating when I want to be, guess it comes with the change. I never have really used it though... I never needed to. I am decently strong... Ok I'm really strong. I have strength I doubt you have ever seen in your normal, mortal little life.

☞Age☜
I was frozen at the age of Twenty but, now I am 120 years old... Yet, I look amazing for me age right?

☞Birthday☜
I can't remember exactly, but I chose to celebrate it on December 12th. I've always loved the winter time, so why not have my birthday in the winter as well?

☞Sexual Orientation☜
Sapiosexual

【Behind The Mechanics】

“The water’s always changing, always flowing But people, I guess, can’t live like that.”
― Pocahontas, Pocahontas

☞Likes☜
Her Sister | Quoting Disney Movies | Romantic Gestures | Red Roses W/o Thorns | The 1920's | Playing Piano | Most of My Coven | Ballroom Dancing | Masquerades Parties |Humming | Sarcasm | Being In Charge | Poetry | The Show Masterchef | Indie, Folk, and International Music | Caribou Coffee | Exotic Cats | The Unknown | Adventure | Pleasing People | Falling in Love | Red Wine | Dresses | Jewelry | Smiling | Children | Romantic Movies | Gentlemen | Keeping People Safe | Asking Questions | Being Human; I miss it terribly | Being Alone In My Room | Driving: No matter what the others say, I'm amazing at it. | Dancing in General | The Humans | Jogging | Passionate Sex:... Hey, I'm sweet. That doesn't mean completely innocent... | Traveling The World | The Dr. Phil Show | Moonlight Walks | The Winter |

☞Dislikes☜
Fast Food | Over Weight People | Being A Vampire | Unhealthy Foods | Bonfires | Uptight People | Complainers | Unromantic People | Tearjerkers | Dogs | Directions| Being A Follower | Attitude from Others | Being In Large Groups | The Wolves | Distractions | Being In Love: Love hate relationship... | Bitter Foods| Over Emotional People | Arguing With People I Care For | Jealousy | Reality Television | Bad Drivers | People Who Try To Anger Me | Having To Kill People For Food | The Cacciatori |

☞Fears and Phobias☜
Fire | Storms | Drowning | Sexual Intimacy | Dying | The Unknown: I love it yet, I fear it at the same time. | Her Sister Whenever She Gets Angry | Accidentally Killing Someone |

☞Aspirations/Dreams☜
Like most girls, I do want to find love. I want to find that man or woman who will hold me and to tell I'm beautiful and everything in between. It's just hard to find someone when you have to live forever.

To become the leader of her own coven one day. She hasn't told her sister about her thinking of leaving, knowing that it may cause some problems in their relationship but, she truly thinks that she has what it takes to take charge for once.

☞Secrets☜
I am not a prude because of this... Ok? But, I can name all the men I have slept with on three, if not four hands. Which may seem like a lot to you but keep in mind that I am one thousand and one years old. So, that's not a lot compare to other vampires, some can't even remember how many they have had sex with. My coven knows this and they like making fun of me because of it but, I can't help that I don't like having sex as much as they do.

When I was human I was madly in love with a man of the Cacciatori, he was very... tough to say the least but we were in love. That is until I was changed into one of these beast. When I told him, or more like he found out he tried to kill me. So... I did what I had to do.

I have a journal all the way back from when I was human that i would document every day I was around him. It has drawings, poems, stories of us, everything... And in these 634 years of my being a vampire. He has never even seen what was inside. Of course, my sister knows this and sometimes she thinks it's silly but... I like it and that's what matters to me.

I have been thinking of leaving my coven and leaving the city in order to start my own coven far, far away from here. Only my best friend knows this, I haven't even told my sister.

☞Personality☜
|Sweet, Naive, Simple, Trusting, Loving, A Dreamer, Innocent, Idealist, Out There
"People have said I can be best described by a few little, tiny words. One of them being Sweet. I am a girl who does want to care for other, to be friendly enough for people to trust her, which is something she quite good at it.. It's a mixture of me being able to act sweet to most people I meet and actually having a heart unlike a couple of people here, not that she's going to name any names.... Any who, I do consider myself as friendly enough for people to trust me to let me be their friend, whether it's a close friend or not and people know they can tell me anything about their personal, love, or career life, but on the other hand it takes people a long time and a lot of effort to find out about my very own life back home or things about my love and/or personal life. Kind of hypocritical? Yes, Absolutely but, that's just the way I am. I can't help it. And, in the words of the great Genevieve Le'Rouge "I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle it." People have told me that I just give off this Innocent Demeanor to people that just makes them feel welcome. Which makes me smile. Because, I love making people feel welcomed enough to trust me. *smiles* Which people say makes little naïve or gullible. I don't see it that way. I see myself as... open and adventurous. I'm not afraid of the unknown like a lot of other people. I welcome it, I think without it then we would still be living in caves. So yea, I guess I am a dreamer. I love to dream! I love to believe that if I wants to do something then maybe, just maybe.... I can actually do it. Some people believe that I am a little.... Out There and maybe he is but, hey that's me for you. Along with this, I am an Idealist who loves and always pursue high hopes, and dreams, and goals. Never shooting down another person's dreams no matter what they are. It's just never been in my blood.

I am optimistic, sue me; I think it's better to feel everything and think everything is possible than to feel nothing at all and think nothing can be better. I am not ignorant, Do not be mistaken! Ok? Another piece to my personality, I got from my mother, Margret, sadly. Which is the part that cannot stand to see someone hurt, and I swear it will be the death of me if I don't at least try and help. Even if I'm not moved easily. I also don't cry often, but I do feel things. Which is what people forget sometimes about me and my poker face. I guess that makes me a fool, or a sucker, but I really don't care what others think of me; not anymore. Another word that describes me and isn't as nice is.... well, Simple-Minded. Which is a trait I got from my very own mother yet again. Meaning that I am not as.... sophisticated as other people around me or other people in general. I mean yes, I am very proper and I should be more sophisticated. But, who was around to show me how I should be acting? I learned everything on my own and from my father. But, I'm a very Simple type of girl, not needing all the things that most people couldn't live without, do I still have them? Yes, I do but, I'm very modest of myself. Not seeing myself as a overly gorgeous girl who could get any guy I wanted with nothing than my 5'3 body and the 'charming' smile of mine. That's not how I see myself and I'm sorry if you don't like it. No matter how many guys or girls tell me differently. That is just the way I am."

【A Glimpse Into The Past...】

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.”
― The Emperor of China, Mulan

☞Place of Origin☜
I was born in the city of Lyon, France but my father moved my siblings and I to the city of Paris when I was sixteen.

☞History☜
Editing

【Just A Little Extra...】

“You’re mad, bonkers, off your head! But I’ll tell you a secret: all the best people are.”
― Alice Kingsley, Alice in Wonder Land

☞Justin Timberlake ♦ Mirrors☜
Aren't you somethin' to admire?
'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
And I can't help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always
Parallel on the other side

'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'll be tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space and now you're home
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

Aren't you somethin', an original
'Cause it doesn't seem merely a sample
And I can't help but stare, 'cause
I see truth somewhere in your eyes
I can't ever change without you
You reflect me, I love that about you
And if I could, I would look at us all the time

'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'll be tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space and now you're home
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

Yesterday is history
Tomorrow's a mystery
I can see you lookin' back at me
Keep your eyes on me
Baby, keep your eyes on me

'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space and now you're home
Show me how to fight for now (please show me, baby)
I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

You are, you are the love of my life [x10]

Now you're the inspiration for this precious song
And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on
So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone
And I can't wait wait wait wait wait to get you home
Just to let you know, you are

You are, you are the love of my life [x8]

Girl you're my reflection, all I see is you
My reflection, in everything I do
You're my reflection and all I see is you
My reflection, in everything I do☞The Scientist ♦ Coldplay☜
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I'll set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

Ooooohhhhhhh [4x]

So begins...

Genevieve Le'Rouge's Story

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#2013-12-08 19:00:38, as written by .euphoria.

Time: 3:00 P.M
Date: Friday, 5 December 2013
Location: Rose City and Moon Forest
What's Going On?: This is the day where the vampires are moving moving from their house in Rose City to the wolves' house in the Moon Forest. The Cacciatori is getting closer and closer to the vampires' house only to find that they are too late to capture and kill the immortals.

In collaboration with Miss Nomer

For the past week, Genevieve along with the other vampires have been packing up most, if not all of their possessions. While most might be upset over the move, Ginny was a little more... open to the idea of moving in with the dogs. The young vampire packed up the last box of her belongings, all being her journals of what she has seen and experienced for the past 120 years of her life. She made sure that she had gotten every single one of them, knowing that if she left one of them especially one of her older ones it would only lead the hunters one step closer to find the coven and then that much closer to finding the pack only a few miles away from the city in some sort of "house" in the middle of the woods. To be completely honest, Ginny believed that it was going to be a shack in comparison to the coven's large gray mansion which was right at the end of the small Roman city.

The blonde put the box on the floor along with the other several boxes before picking three of them up and walking into the hallway, her small heels hitting the wooden flooring before she cleared her throat and speaking to the others. Her voice wasn't loud but it was pretty high pitched, meaning that it could be heard from almost any room in their large house if she spoke a bit louder than she was used to. "Um, guys. We have about five minutes before we should get going." Genevieve then walked down the spiral staircase to the front door. She was going to leave the boxes there and wait for everyone else but, she felt a bit obligated to go ahead of time to make sure that the wolves weren't planning anything.

She was one step out of the door with the sun shinning on her long blonde hair. Before stopping, the last time she left for the woods without telling anyone she was yelled at for about an hour about how stupid and dangerous that was. Which ended up with her having tears in her eyes, her hiding in her room watching old Disney movies, and making her sister come in to comfort her. Something, she actually really enjoyed. It was a long time since the last time her sister actually stopped acting like her leader and acted like the young girl's older sister. The young girl walked back inside and sat on one of the cardboard boxes, letting out a childish moan.

Mariette has opted to leave behind or destroy most of her things, save for what she deems to be the necessities. She didn't have an excessive amount of things to begin with, anyway, never the sort to be horribly sentimental about holding on to things, and unlikely to see the 'keeping it in case there comes a time to use it' point of view on the matter. Thus, she had a minimal amount of packing to do, which freed up her time to ensure that everything else is running smoothly. This day is, to be frank, the absolute latest that they can afford to leave their house, which they know is not quite as secret a location as it once was. On one hand, she'd like not to dwell too much on the fact. On the other, it is somewhat hard not to; the Cacciatori have been occupying more than their fair share of her thoughts ever since she found Winona dead with that statuette. She's never really been the type to feel completely at ease, or to believe that everything will work itself out. Thus, her mind had been running possibilities for the past few days. There's a reason that she was willing to negotiate an alliance with the werewolves of the area, and it has everything to do with her concern for the coven. Not that most of them can't handle themselves perfectly well- most have more experience than she in such things. Except for Genevieve, of course, but that is another problem unto itself.

One that, in fact, brings itself to mind when she looks hears a familiar moan from out in the hallway. Mariette followed the direction of the sound, finding her younger sister sitting on a sealed box, seemingly idle. "If you're bored, why not do another scope of the house for anything that might be. . .compromising?" Mariette suggested, her expression a bit cool, though at the moment, she can't help but remember when both she and Genevieve were children. It gives her a momentary lapse of normality, a shred of nostalgia that floats by before being blown away. She glanced at the large, mahogany grandfather clock in the hallway, and sees that they don't have time for such things. They should be leaving soon. In this instance, soon, of course, means now.

"Leaving in two!" She called up the stairs. Unlike Genevieve, Mariette had a slightly deeper voice- at times, it goes so far as to border on husky. If she believed that they had any significant effect on her, the woman might blame it on cigarettes. As it stands, she knew that she's always had this voice, which contrasts her sister's more feminine and soft one.

Gin watched as her sister came down the stairs. "I would but the last time I did that I got yelled at. And I really don't feel like locking myself in my room today." She said to her sister as the older sister called upstairs to the others who were probably still in their rooms if not our on the town doing only God knows what.

"Come on, then. There'll be enough to moan about when we get there," She made it sound almost like a promise, eyebrows raised down at her younger sister, the only real link to the past she has, as she's thrown out anything connecting her to the first few decades of her life.

Once Mari spoke to Ginny again, she let out one of her contagious smiles before hugging her sister from behind before resting her head on her shoulder and tilting it like a child did with their mother or father when they were curious about something. "It might not be that bad, you know. I met one of them and she isn't that bad. She just told me to watch out for this little girl... Which shouldn't be a problem seeing that I have to best bodyguard ever right here." She said with her smile still on her lips before softly kissing her sister's cheek. "Besides, who knows, maybe it'll actually be enjoyable."

When Gin first hugged Mariette, the elder girl stiffened for a moment, because in all honesty, she still wasn't completely accustomed to such things- she had spent many decades without her sister after her change. Besides, she's made a point of not making her love for her sister obvious, because god knows that the last thing she needs is her enemies singling out Gin as a way to get to her. Still, after a moment she is able to loosen slightly, and looked down at her sister, eyebrows raised with a bit of amusement allowed to slip out. "The little Carter girl? I've heard a few things myself, I'm afraid. From them, I'd suppose she'd make a better vampire than a werewolf. Hopefully she won't be trailing about while I'm trying to cement the peace negotiations with her father," the last bit is more of a thought aloud, really, for it is a genuine concern. Those with the ability to bend the minds of others have always put her a bit on edge. It was a bit unsettling when she had found that her younger sister had such an ability, but at least Gin, if no one else, she can trust. A spoiled little girl is a bit more concerning.

"Bodyguard? I can't imagine who you're speaking of," Mariette says, eyebrows still quirked up. After Gin gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the elder sister gently pushed her away a little bit, deciding that this has been enough sentimentality for one day. Besides, they certainly must be getting a move on now. Genevieve sighed, losing her smile for a moment before returning it to her face. She knew that her sister meant well but, it still hurt whenever the eldest sister would push or pull away from Genevieve's affection.

She's not one to go purely on instinct, but Mariette was getting an increasingly bad feeling, the sort one feels when there is danger. "Come on, then! Time to go!" She called back up the stairs once more, before sideglancing at her sister.

"Oh, I doubt that. But we shall see."

Ginny smiled once more before picking up her boxes and walking out to her white car to put two of the boxes in the trunk and one in the passenger seat next to her. She started the car, letting her music start blasting as she waited to see who was going to drive with her and who was going to get there on their own.

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#2013-12-14 06:16:47, as written by JokerofSpades

Time: 3:00 P.M ish - who really knows anymore?
Date: Friday, 5 December 2013
Location: Rose City and Moon Forest

“What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.” - Ulysses.

The cool air seeped through the small cracks in the dusty attic, yet they were not felt by the man hanging from a support beam, casually flipping through the pages of a novel in the dark. True, one would wonder why such an odd fellow would find comfort in a novel while darkness shrouded the area, but the again that person hadn't met a vampire before: and, if they were close enough to witness him, were probably drained at the moment.

Nevertheless, Zakhar hung from the wooden beam, his eyes scanning the pages of the newest novel he had found: The Girl with the Dragon tattoo. In sincere honesty, he was shocked at how detailed and intricate the piece of literature was. More often than not, he was starting to become bored with the modern idea of literature, in which each age group had a specific set of themes and plots. How were the young adults supposed to 'upgrade' into the adult section, if all there was to read were fantasy drama and post-apocalyptic novels? The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo surprised him with its intricacy and theme, so he was having a bit of difficulty conversing with others.

Piled beneath him were all that he owned: two duffel bags stuffed with relics and literature. Anything else that Zak owned was either stored in a safe box in the middle of the Atlantic ocean - as a sailor, he found random islands all the time - or had been burned. Sure, he would miss a few of his old belongings, but anything that had significant sentiment or knowledge was stored within his journals, which were what nearly took up an entire duffel bag themselves. Granted, the others were on said island; after all, he was somewhere around 400 years old, and he hadn't stopped writing since he could.

Back on track, and in the present: Zakhar was roughly halfway through the book before the first call was sent out by Genevieve - something about five minutes to go. Plenty of time for Zakhar to get through more of his book. Sure, it wasn't the greatest idea to leave things to the last minute, but where was the fun in being so overly prepared? Part of what made his life so exciting was that edge that was imposed upon him, the fact that no matter how prepared you may think yourself, it was nowhere nearly enough for the trials ahead. Nowadays, people wanted everything to be predictable: how could one have fun like that?

Refocused, Mariette now yelled out that they were leaving in two. Where did those three minutes go? Zakhar stopped reading to stare at the pages in confusion. How had he simply let three minutes slip through him so easily? It wasn't because he was reading, as he only got a page done. Zak mused over this problem for a little bit before coming to the realization that this musing was his problem; once that was established, he went back to reading. He could not help but allow his mind to wander slightly, pondering why he was, again, under the thumb of another. For centuries, Zakhar had been refused to be ruled: what made now any different? Zakhar tilted his head slightly, wondering what had changed, if anything. Perhaps it was simply this city: he had heard lots of mysterious and ominous tones coming from this city when he circulated the globe. Obviously, this piqued his interests enough - but was that the reason he was only the right hand man?

His thoughts, once again, were rudely interrupted by Mariette yelling about how it was time to go. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips before he could stop it, and his right hand closed the book before he dropped down. Preparing himself, Zakhar put on a pair of sunglasses and opened the half-broken window to the sunlight. As if he was an odd version of spiderman, Zakhar scuttled from the attic all the way down to the roof - while hard to describe, it was quite interesting to watch. In a few moments, Zakhar was on the roof, but he didn't stop there: nope, Zakhar moved and read like paper in the wind, drifting around objects with random precision, until he was on top of the car (Zakhar quite enjoys sitting himself in places one would find odd). While there was music playing underneath, he laid on the roof and began reading again, before speaking in the direction of Mariette, knowing her sister could hear him as well.

"Destroying the mansion would be safest. Burning would be better, but is too obvious - perhaps a storm or sledgehammer would do the trick? Hmmm." Zakhar was pensive before speaking again. "Cacciatori will find what they want regardless. Destroyed mansion will confirm we were hear and are not coming back: abandoned may confuse them." Zakhar's random speech pattern was odd, sure; but while his words were choppy, his tone and voice were always as smooth as silk. "I may stay behind, act as spy and scout. Find out what they know about us. Kill a few for fun."

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#2013-12-22 10:36:53, as written by Vix

“Oh, dear. This simply won't do. I will ask you once more. Do you or do you not owe Cheveyo fifty thousand dollars?”

The voice came from a scantily clad woman with a young appearance who was holding a red-haired male up by his ankle, watching his head dangle inches from the ground. Her lucullan lips curled lightly into an almost feline smirk, her free hand on her hip with a brow cocked every so mildly in slight amusement. The man was crying and thrashing around, begging for the Viking Vampire Vixen to release him. “No! No, I don't!”, he screeched, the scent of fresh urine beginning to float into the air, the aroma wafting ever so gently under her nose. She gave a shiver and dropped him to the ground, moving so fast that she was merely a blur. He tried to get away but he was soon looking up mile long ivory legs, pinned to the ground by stilettos pressed against his chest. “Dear. There's no use lying to me. I already know that you do owe him money. I just really would prefer it that you admit to your wrong before we go any further. Ah – But don't think that you can stall me until someone comes by and hears your pathetic and irritating whines by continuing to lie. You have exactly three seconds to concede before I simply say fuck it and eat you. It will be drawn out and dreadfully painful for you – I'm going to literally eat you. Flesh and all.” Her grin had shifted to that of a cruel nature, her tongue gliding over her freshly glossed lips.

“I do! I do! Alright – I'm sorry! I tried to get the money on time but I couldn't! I didn't even mean to borrow any money, but it's Italy...and. Y'know! Live it up! When in Rome.” He sobbed uncontrollably, his squeaky and too-thick Jersey accent assaulting her ears as much as the scent of his urine was assaulting her olfactory senses. She wrinkled her nose delicately and sighed. “Well – If you can't pay it off...You'll have to work it off.” She gave a coy smile and pulled him up by the back of his shirt, yanking him close to her, though making sure he didn't press his lower body against her. “I have a friend. Her name is Isis. She's a Spaniard, a bit young. Perhaps two or three hundred years old. A child, really. But she has this feminist Coven. It's quite lovely – I'm sure she'd pay quite a bit for another bitch to slap around. It's sad that you have such great size but no spine to back it up. No worries – You won't be needing it there.” She snickered and drove her knee into his groin, watching him roll in the grass and wallow in pain, begging her not to do it. “I have children and a wife! You can't take me from th-umph!”

Astrid delivered a kick to his stomach, watching him sail ten feet away and slam into the trunk of a tree, cutting him off before he finished his sentence. “Maybe you should have thought about your precious family before you borrowed fifty thousand dollars to pay for Cupid's itch and herpes. Tell me – Were the hookers worth it, 'Mikey J'?”

She taunted him with a melodious purr, a light giggle escaping past her lips. She walked over to him slowly, pushing a few platinum blonde locks from her face. “Don't answer that. Either you're going to lie and it's going to piss me off or you're going to be honest and that's going to piss me off...I don't like you.” She sighed and heaved the human over her shoulder before leaping up and over the fence, taking off at high speeds through the forestry that soon lead to a back road. She wasn't running for too long before she came upon a beautiful plantation style mansion, approaching it from the side before moving towards the front and knocking on the door. The person who answered the door was a little girl who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old. She gave a sweet smile, rocking back and forth on her heels as she played with the ruffles of her frilly violet southern belle dress. “Oooh! Hiya, Astrid! What'cha got there?” The little girl shuffled some, peeking to see the man heaved over the Viking's shoulder, shivering from fear and the chill he had caught from her speed. “It's a gift, really. Or – Not much of a gift. More of an offer.” She returned the smile as the “child” lit up, clapping her tiny hands. “He reeks of fear and piss! Ha! He's a wetter.” The little one squealed more as she jumped up and down. “I simply adore the ones that wet themselves! It's so hilarious! I'll give you seventy-five large for 'im.” The little one's fangs finally slid out as she practically shivered with excitement.

“Oh, Isis. That's just so sweet. Instead of paying me all at once, why don't you just pay me over the course of a few months? Mikey's been a really naughty boy.” Astrid smirked, throwing him onto the porch, watching as he tried to scramble away, only to be caught by Isis. “Ohh! Lita's just going to love him! He's O positively pathetic!” Her giggle was hauntingly adorable as she grabbed him by the hair to look him in the eyes. “Do we have an accord?” Astrid tilted her head, her icy blue eyes watching as Isis played with her future meal. The little one was gone in a flash and soon returned with a stack of cash. “Here's five large up front! Thanks Astrid!” Astrid gave a light curtsy, tucking the money between her breasts after folding it in half. Isis was soon dragging Mikey into the house by the ankle, doing it painstakingly slow just to freak him out more. It was working because he was screaming like a little girl. It made Astrid smile as she whipped out her phone and sent out a text to Cheveyo before taking off, feeling a shiver go down her spine. She had damp urine on her shoulder...Disgusting.

Just as quick as she had arrived, she was gone. It was a long drive from Milan back to Rose City. Ah, Citta Rosa was a small city compared to the other, more well-known parts of Italy. But it was beautiful and peaceful. At least for the most part. What amazed her was that her Fae companion, Cheveyo, was able to make so much money in the small place. But Milan wasn't too far away and he made a small fortune preying on the tourists like poor Mikey. Cheveyo had extended the man a fifty thousand dollar loan and the man hadn't thought to pay it back. Cheveyo wasn't really intimidating. Physically, he was quite attractive and well-built. But anyone who spent three seconds with him knew he wasn't a fighter. He didn't need to be. Astrid was not self-conscious about using Cheveyo as a source of income, acting as his muscle when people tried to skip town on him. She liked to have nice things and they would not stand between she and a new Gucci purse. It was the perfect partnership and the close bond they had tied in with it being only two of them made it even easier. She knew Chev wasn't going to fuck her over on her cut and Chev wasn't worried that she was going to demand more than she deserved. They had just over two centuries worth of loyalty between them.

A light smile curved on her lips as she came to a halt on the side of the road to see an attractive young man in a business suit pull over just ahead of her. “You look like you could use a lift!” The Faerie called out with a light smirk playing on his lips, watching as Astrid mosied over to the green ferrari and slid into the passenger's seat. “What happened to the Bugatti?” Astrid and Cheveyo had arrived only hours earlier to spend the morning collecting money from clients when she insisted that he wait for her while she took a rather reluctant Mikey out into the forest for a quick chat. “The salesmen in Italy are very convincing when the pitch.”, he laughed before peeling out. They would have met in the city, but Astrid had told him to meet her near Isis' within an hour. She was too lazy to run back to Milan. They now headed out to their new Coven in Rose City, Astrid whipping out her phone and sending a text to Genevieve.

Had business to conduct; Cheveyo and I will meet you and the others at Casa de Lupi Luna soon. ETA is three hours.

She didn't mention what kind of business it was because it was none of Ginny's business. Astrid went through great lengths to keep her age, her powers, and Cheveyo's species a secret for the past twenty years. She grew irate with people looking to her in a Coven to be the muscle when things weren't going their way and she didn't like the idea of other Vampires tasting her Cheveyo. They weren't a couple, no. But he was hers. Plain and simple. He was all she had left. She had Basil... Her first and only progeny. He was like a son to her. But Örlög had taken him away as punishment for not sticking by her Maker and original Coven when the true death was courting them. That's why she stayed with this little Coven. To hunt down her son's killer and make up for that which she had done wrong, clearing her conscience and putting her at ease. For once she had helped this Coven in their time of need, she would enter Valhalla when and if the day of her true death came.

Too bad there were only two people in the Coven she could stand to hold conversation with.

Alywin and Zakhar were the only ones she truly could say she actually liked within the Coven. She would probably like Ginny if she didn't brush the girl off so often. But she didn't want to form an attachment and Ginny was the kind of girl that people attached themselves to. She didn't want to spend too much time with Mariette either. It wasn't anything personal; She had some form of admiration and respect for the younger Vampire. But she was ~~afraid~~ worried that the younger Vampire might try and pry into Astrid's past. It was a touchy subject and she did very well at playing the part of being collected, quiet, elegant, and mysterious. She wasn't going to lose her temper over a persistent girl and end up killing her. Mink... That irritating little slimeball could go to hell.

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