Victoria Durant's Story

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░░-O P H E L I A
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Dialog Hex: #5a1823
October 28 || Nighttime

xxxxxx Ophelia arrived back at Lake Grove at early evening. Her bright red Ferrari came to a halting stop in front of the town’s local hotel. “Basically Four Seasons” she stated with an eye roll. The last time she’d been here she’d compelled a women to take her into her house, but present day that just wouldn’t have worked. So here she was, the girl whom was used to all the glitz and glamour in life, checking into a dump. This better be worth it, Ophelia thought to herself but knowing full and well that she just had to know what was going to happen to this town with the other vampire’s back.

Ophelia herself was a striking difference to the rest of the town, while it all seemed old and rustic, she was young and modern. How ironic, Ophelia thought as she took in the fact that she was 413 years old. Although she looked none of it with her thin legs and bouncy hair, her soul was ancient. Her body was adorned in tight black leather pants, a black tank top and a leather jacket, all completed with curly hair and black pumps. Defiantly up with the times, and the bad girl image.

After checking into the hotel, putting her bags away and applying a bit more red lipstick Ophelia was out the door again, time not to be wasted with such important things going on. It was better to get things done quickly so she could leave as soon as possible.

She found herself in a local bar, ordering tequila on the rocks, slowly sipping it while she looked around. The town had the same appeal as it did back in the day and somehow somethings never changed. Grinning to herself she remembered the good old days, having the wonderful woman that welcomed her into her house for dinner every night, rivalries with the other vampires, tricking the witches into giving her what she wanted, life was perfect here.

Ophelia took this chance to listen in on other conversations, see if she could pick up on something useful to her. She focused her hearing and she tried to distinguish voices. Between the bickering couples and drunk men she heard two girls talking about a party. Perfect, she thought.

After she heard Halloween party Ophelia couldn’t help but smile, her love for costumes running deep. Oh the irony. Swiftly she slipped off the stool and went back home to whip up the perfect costume.

An hour later Ophelia was ready, adorned in a slutty nurses costume with fake blood splotches splattered across her body and 7 inch red high heels. With her dark makeup Ophelia looked equally terrifying and sexy, the main two things she is always trying to achieve.

Getting into her red Ferrari Ophelia skidded off towards the party, arriving fashionably late. Slipping out of her car she looked around at everyone, a smirk growing on her face as she scanned the area searching for familiar faces. It was good to be back.

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Willow slid down the banister of the staircase that lead to a tiny door squeezed between the general store and pet store. Her apartment was far from glamorous, nestled a top the old general store. But the rent was cheap and she was able to stay under the radar. She needed a costume for the stupid halloween party. She liked halloween but going around a bunch of retarded towns people that call her a freak isn't always her cup of tea. She skipped down the sidewalk, blasting music in her earbuds as she made her way towards the only costume store in this tiny little town.

Will was just minding her own business as she bounced down the road, her thoughts on the coming events with the return of the vampires when a figure jumped out right in front of her causing her to come to a stop like slamming into a brick wall. Glancing up while she pulled out her earbuds, she prepared to unleash a bunch of wrath upon the person that interrupted her favorite song. "What the-" She was cut off mid sentence by some of those preachy church people that had a stand out on the sidewalk in front of the town church.

Before she even had the chance to say no thank you or just ignore them and walk around, one woman had already began preaching to her. "something something Going to hell! Repent!... blah blah Reject this Satanic holiday that draws the Demons of hell to Lake Grove. Vampires! Witches! ABOMINATIONS!" Will was about to just walk around the stupid woman but couldn't help but smirk at the mention of the, most definitely real, abominations. "...Witches you say?" "Oh yes," the woman added in an amused tone that showed she was more than thrilled that Willow was taking and interest in her bogus testimony.

"Lake Grove is home to some of the most powerful witches in the world. Rumor even says that The Phoenix witch resides in this exact town!" She was truly amused at this very oblivious woman, "Phoenix?" A witch that is said to be immortal. They can die but then come back to life shortly after. I strongly advise you keep a wary eye out for those in this town, for they may not be what they seem and take you on the path to hell!" "Witches..." She half snorted as she held out her right hand to catch a green apple that appeared out of nowhere and fell into her hand. Her left hand raising to scratch at the scar that wrapped around her neck, before grinning "Lemme know if you ever find this... Phoenix!" With that she took a bite of the apple while scooting around the woman who's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Will raised her free hand to wiggle her fingers in a wave, "Ta!"

Finally making her way to the costume store, she slipped through the door and waved at the store owner before rummaging through racks and racks of clothing. She was about to give up when she saw bright red fabric sticking out from a rack towards the back of the store. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the irony when she pulled out the sexy dress that was very reminiscent of a Phoenix. Without hesitation, she bought the outfit and quickly returned to her apartment to prepare for the evening. The dress was made of red silk with an open back and a slit up the right side that reached all the way up to her hip. The matching red gloves connected to orange mesh, sequin wings that attached to her black choker. Wearing a black venetian masquerade mask and black stilettos, she finished the look off with gold make up and different assortments of feathers throughout her blonde hair. Over all she looked like a sexy fiery goddess... And she loved it!

Will probably would have been on time to the party if she didn't spend so much time staring in the mirror in aw, not even recognizing her own reflection. She arrived just in time to see a woman slip out of a Ferrari dressed as a slutty nurse costume... typical. "You know... Ferrari's are a rare thing in Lake Grove." She eyed over the car before giving the woman a once over, not very impressed by the typical costume choice. "It'll be easy to find you if you ruffle any feathers." With that Willow twirled past the woman and made her way inside.

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Roman could not be happier now that he's free. It didn't take him long at all to begin to reek some havoc and add a good couple dozen names to the ever growing list. "What the hell am I going to do when I run out of skin?" He thought out loud to himself as he looked over his naked body in the mirror after exiting the shower. He didn't bother putting on a towel or covering his form as he walked throughout his house. He noticed the windows were open, but again he did not care. Considering he thought of himself as basic perfection he didn't see why he needed to hide that from the world, plus he simply had no shame.

Rome sighed as he opened the doors to his closet, eyeing over contents of the quite large walk in that held more clothes than most people could wear in a life time. He chuckled at the irony of his own thought. Making his way to his costume section... Yes, he had a section specifically for his costumes, he tried to decide what to wear. He had it narrowed down to 2, almost going with the Count Dracula. He had always had a love for theatrics and what better than dressing up as a vampire, pure perfection. But instead he decided to go with the classier option, one of his favorites... The Phantom of the Opera.It took him longer than most women to get dressed in the simple black suit, red cape and white mask that covered half of his face. He also made sure to slick back his hair and put black makeup under the eye sockets of the mask for the full effect before he left out of his over priced house. Waiting outside in the driveway was a limo that would escort him to the party.

The limo pulled up to the large party just before a Ferrari pulled in behind him, followed by a woman in all red that must have walked... Pity. He stepped out of the limo, closing the door before adjusting the suit coat and cloak upon his shoulders. He couldn't help but smirk towards the woman in red and the woman dressed in a scandalous Nurse costume... He had no arguments with getting on a first name basis with either. Adding them to a mental list of women to keep his eye on, he nodded his head in a polite greeting towards the girls before heading to the party. Being the gentleman that he is, he felt obliged to hold open the door for the ladies, "Ladies first." Once the blondes had entered, he followed in after them and weaved his way through the crowd towards the bar.

Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a scotch on the rocks before sitting back and taking in the view of the large party. Making sure to glance at every being in the room, he began to make a tally of the people of interest and those that he had no desire of even crossing paths with. One thing he knew for sure... That tonight he would not be leaving alone, or hungry.

VICTORIA DURANT

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TIME: late evening || MOOD: complacent || ATTIRE: X

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Victoria's fingers grazed the dresses lined in her wardrobe, the varying fabrics smooth against her fingertips. They varied a great deal, as though plucked from different eras of history. Which... they were, technically. Victoria had a habit of collecting little 'souvenirs' as she went through the decades. A string of pearls that she purchased in France during what history called the 'revolution period'. An intricately painted fan collected during her short spiel in Japan. A hand-made maja from Spain. Such things would have made any antique dealer tremble with anticipation. But money wasn't something Victoria was in short supply of, and she had no intention of selling her precious trinkets to some pawnbroker.

Even through her banishment, some of her souvenirs had lasted. The witches had wiped almost any indication of her existence from the town, but they'd missed a couple of spots here and there. The hidden basement where she had kept some of her rarer possessions, for one. Tragically, many of the things had fallen victim to age without someone to care for them. Some of the dresses had rotted with damp, or been laid waste to by moths. Of what had been at least fifty varying gowns, only twelve remained. Such is the way, isn't it?

She didn't want to make to much of a fuss this time around. Escapes from oblivion didn't come often, and she wasn't so sure she'd succeed a second time around. So best not to piss off any covens.


That had been her initial thought, anyhow. But then she'd discovered that the all-powerful coven that had once sought to punish her was now dust to the wind. The witches, or at least most of them, were gone for reasons she did not know. Whatever it was that caused them to disappear, it must have been nasty.

Albeit really convenient.

So now? Now she had bigger plans. Basically? Enjoy her days back in the land of the living. And if that meant attending a costume party, then why not?

And besides, how was her doppelganger fairing? Was this girl as irritating as the last one had been? Victoria's curiosity was insatiable, and it drove her onwards as she pondered costume choices. For a moment, she considered an angel outfit, for the sake of the irony. Then she considered an Anne Boleyn look, complete with a line of blood across her neck. Then she thought about going as Cleopatra, but her near-obsession with historical accuracy caused that idea to flee as quickly as it had come.

Her wandering finger settled on a flapper dress of silver. She'd gotten it in the 1920's, and it was her favourite of the dresses that she had worn as she paraded around New York City, attending parties and drinking the blood of her fellow guests and party-goers. She took the hanger off the rack, and looked at the dress. Its rhinestone dappled surface glittered enticingly, and a smile fluttered to her lips. "Perfect."

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About an hour later, Victoria was walking up the wooden steps of the vast estate. The dress had slipped on as easily as it had ninety years ago, and glittered with the same enthusiasm as the earrings worn to match. As an Eric, a pheonix, and a nurse disappeared inside, a woman dressed as Marie Antoinette approached her with a wide smile. "Leonora, dear, you look wonderful! What a beautiful dress!" A powdered hand rose to adjust her ivory wig, and with her other, she gestured to the door. "Come on in, the party is just getting started!"

With a smile towards the woman, Victoria entered the house, passing over the doorway with ease. Cheers, Marie.

A waiter wearing nothing but a bowtie and trousers offered her a glass of champagne. As she brought the glass to her lips, she frowned slightly, tasting the name that undoubtedly belonged to her doppelganger on her tongue. "'Leonora', huh?" For a second, she wondered about what might happen if her dear lookalike decided to show up, but she quickly brushed any caution from her mind. After, she was at a party, for goodness sake.

Caution was not part of the agenda.

Aaron cursed out loud as his character died the video game was playing. He had been playing video games for the last couple hours, since he had woken up to find Erik gone and was filling time until he got back. Though as with most things Aaron did, he wasn’t just sitting on the couch playing video games. He was up on his knees, and he ducked and bobbed up and swayed side to side, moving with his character. He also had his tongue out in concentration. His family always used to make fun of his habit of sticking his tongue out when he was concentrating on something.

Right when Aaron died in his game again, Erik came strolling through the door. “Hey man, where you been?” Aaron asked excitedly as he abandoned his game and bounced over to Erik. Much like a dog acts when their owner returns home. “I've just been playing games.”

“Does it matter?” Erik replied uncaringly as he walked past Aaron, “I don’t have to tell you everything I do, and you really don't have to tell me everything you do.” Aaron tsked his tongue and crossed his arms but he wasn’t hurt by Erik’s nature, Aarons pretty much expected that response. He also knew when Erik had been anyway. The two of them had been staying in a hotel room for the last month or so, but apparently when Erik had lived in Lake Grove previously he had bought a house, he just couldn’t remember where it was. So Erik pretty much spent a good few hours every day since they got here just wandering the streets of Lake Grove looking for this house. From what Aaron could tell from his time living with Erik, this was a pretty common occurrence for the guy.

“I got you blood,” Erik said to Aaron pulling out a blood bag and putting it in the fridge. Aaron didn’t know where Erik got the blood that he needed, but he was also not keen to ask. As they say, ignorance is bliss. Though he did know the Erik had no problems with feeding off and killing humans. Aaron on the other hand couldn’t dream of actually killing a human, not yet at least.

Aaron beamed, “Thanks man.” He said following Erik into the kitchen.

“You could thank me by cleaning up your shit,” Erik replied motioning to the mess all around the kitchen before pouring himself a drink of an alcoholic nature and walking out of the kitchen. Aaron just laughed at the mess he had made throughout the kitchen. Yesterday he had forgotten about the whole vampire thing and had made himself a cheese toastie, which was still sitting on the bench cold and uneaten. The mess from making it much wider spread that it should be. “-And putting a shirt one,” Erik added, noting the fact that Aaron was shirtless, which was a frequent occurrence. Erik had more than once stated they he didn’t believe Aaron even owned a shirt.

Aaron followed Erik out of the kitchen. “So what are we doing tonight?” He asked searchingly.

“I’m going to this big Halloween party the town in having. I don’t know, and don’t care what you do.”

Aaron’s much drop and his eyes went wide in hurt. He knew that Erik liked to act like he didn’t care, but this really hurt. He knew how much Aaron loved parties. “-And, you didn’t tell me about this?”

Erik sighed and took a large mouthful of his drink. “Fine, come if you want, I don’t care.” The Erik turned and went into the hotel room’s one bedroom. A bedroom he had claimed for himself and left Aaron the couch. Aaron still doesn’t understand why they couldn’t have just gotten a two bedroom hotel room, he’d checked and they were available here. A second later Aaron heard the shower start. Grinning Aaron went to start searching through his bags to find something he could wear.

An hour and a half later the two of them were finally ready to go. Aaron had of course gotten ready in fifteen minutes, and spent the rest of the time waiting for Erik, like usual. It was that Erik took a long time getting ready or putting effort into how he looked. It was more that he was just very slow, never in a real rush. Add in some lay around time, and Erik always took ages to do anything.

“I can’t believe you’re not even dressed up a little,” Aaron moaned as the two of them arrived at the party, having walked the couple of blocks it was from their hotel room. After Aaron had got his costume on and waited around for Erik, he was more than a little disheartened to find Erik wasn’t planning on wearing a costume. Instead just wearing his usual attire.

“I can’t believe you are.” Erik replied sarcastically, as he walked into the party, leaving Aaron behind. Aaron had chosen to dress up like a soccer player, which was about the only thing he could put together with the clothes he already had, considering how much notice Erik had given him. He had the shirt and shorts, and was accurate down to the runners and shin guards. Aaron followed Erik into the party, but found Erik had already disappeared. Aaron didn’t care though, he was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of all the people around. He really did love parties and people.

Then he spotted who he thought was Leonora across the room and practically ran across to her. Aaron hadn’t been in town long, but she had been one of the people the he had instantly bonded with. Though Aaron had a long list of people he believed he had instantly bonded with, due to his nature to find a friend in everyone, no matter how well he knew them. “Hey!” He beamed as he wrapped her in a hug, noting the silver flapper dress she was wearing. Then after releasing her stayed awfully close leaning on her a bit, he was never one for giving people their personal space. “So is that family of yours here? You have talked about them so much I was looking forward to meeting them.” He looked out across the party looking for her family, even though he had no clue what they even looked like.

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Erik frowned as he entered the party and saw everyone dressed up. He was never going to dress up, but now he felt like he should at least try to stay a bit more anonymous. So he picked up a black masquerade mask that someone had left on a table and put it on. Erik got himself a drink from the bar and immediately headed for outside, where he could light up a smoke in peace. He’d been to plenty of parties very similar to this one, in very similar small towns. So he didn’t care much for getting involved. Though he wasn’t against finding a girl to have a little fun with tonight.

Taking a mouthful of his drink, on his way outside he noticed a girl in a very fiery outfit. Smiling to himself he wandered over to her. He looked her over very obviously. “So, I have to ask, what exactly you are, I know its fire…” He trailed off and gave her a lazy half-hearted smile. ”Something…”

Dimitri Hendrix

Dialogue Color: #cc0066
Location: Halloween Party

Dimitri let out a sigh as he stepped into the building, wearing nothing more than his usual attire. A pair of ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of steel toed boots. His hair was let loose, allowing it to take on a life of its own as the chilly breeze went through the air.

The farther he stepped through the crowd, the more women he realized were dressed as if they were standing on one of the corners just before they arrived. At that thought he shook his head with a smirk. Of course he enjoyed looking at women and all their bare skin, but sometimes there were times all that skin shouldn't be showing. But tonight, he was going to take advantage of that. Whether he goes home alone tonight or not. Now he wasn't one to just sleep around like many of the other guys in town, but he did enjoy a little one night stand every now and again.

Upon approaching the bar he ordered himself a Budweiser and took a swig of it as he leaned against the bar, sliding his left hand into his jeans pocket. He scanned over the crowd a bit with his brown eyes hoping to find someone of interest. He figured it was time to get out and mingle for a change. Here lately he's been overly stressed dealing with his mother being in the hospital and worrying about his father who is overseas fighting at war, something he grew used to when he was a kid.

Dimitri eventually laid his eyes upon a blonde woman with a glass of champagne in her hand. The more he looked her over, the more she began to look familiar. Probably seen her around town a couple times. He shrugged his shoulders at that thought and took another swig from his beer. He made his way over to her with a friendly smile. "Love the costume," he stated with a smirk upon his face after giving her a once over before returning his gaze to her face.

VICTORIA DURANT

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TIME: late evening || ATTIRE: X
MOOD: shocked > coy ; amused

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The crowd really was vibrant. Despite the dim lighting of the room, the pairing of Victoria's vampire-infused vision and the vivid costumes of those around her ensured that to her, the room was bright with color.
As her eyes glazed over the room and its occupants, she took another sip from her glass, and felt herself -dare she say it?- enjoying herself a little. Even with no one to talk to, the general feeling of jubilation that echoed through the building felt near infectious, and the wide array of costumes did two things: one, provided a source of entertainment, and two, helped Victoria to understand the people hiding beneath them.
It's odd. Costumes are typically considered a way to hide one's true self, but really, one often gave oneself away through their choice of guise. People had the tendency to hide themselves the most successfully when they were bare-faced and plain. When they were among friends and family. When they were surrounded by the people they didn't want to look bad in front of. Masks gave an excuse to be cruel, wicked, without facing consequences. Just ask any bullying internet 'troll', hidden behind a username.
So rather than approaching people, Victoria languidly looked over the witches, mermaids, and Catwoman's, taking in the costumes and then examining the people underneath. A smirk flickered to lips as she caught a glimpse of a blonde nurse reaching out to touch the back of a Zorro, and was about to deduce their relationship when someone's arms wrapped around her.

The arms tightened, and the scent of lavender trembled on their silken sleeves. The voice was a soft, humored whisper, dusted by affection. "Hello, beautiful. You look lonely. How about a dance?"
"Hey!"

The image was shattered by another voice, this one loud and cheerful. Instinctively, Victoria whipped around, whirling out of his embrace as though his touch had burned her.
"So is that family of yours here? You have talked about them so much I was looking forward to meeting them."
It took Victoria a second to take in his words, and for that brief moment, she looked at him incredulously, wondering who on earth he was, and what the hell he was talking about. Then it occurred to her that this was yet another one of her doppelgangers friends. Damn it. This is going to get old, really fast.
Her expression of surprise melted into a smile, and she spoke in an equally happy, honey-ish tone. "Oh, hey. Geez, you scared me!" In response to his query about her family, she shrugged. "No, sorry. They didn't want to come." She made a face, as though this was of huge annoyance, and not a lie spun in the moment. "Uh, can you excuse me a sec?" She bit her lip in supposed embarrassment, forming a 'T' with her hands before quickly disappearing into the crowd, increasing her pace once out of sight.
She made it to a free space, and quickly downed the rest of her drink. She needed more. Stat. She thought back to the image, the one that had appeared in her psyche, unannounced and unwelcome, when that moron had hugged her. Oh! Hi, inner demons. Long time, no see.
Even in her head, her thoughts were dripping with sarcasm.
Victoria switched her empty glass with a full one, and sighed as she drank some of the liquid inside. A woman passed by, wearing a pearl-adorned mask, and Victoria pondered the decision.
Just as she decided that she'd 'borrow' one from one of the other guests, a voice broke her inner thoughts.
"Love the costume."
He was handsome, Victoria had to give him that. And she had promised herself that she'd wind down a little for a change. She offered him a small smile, pointedly looking him over as he had her, noticing that he was himself, rather costume-less.
"I'm afraid I can't say the same."

Dimitri Hendrix

Dialogue Color: #cc0066
Location: Halloween Party

Dimitri shrugged slightly with a small smirk plastered to his face. "Love Halloween, just never was too fond of wearing costumes." he responded honestly. The longer he stood there with her, the more and more he felt as if he knew her from somewhere, but for some reason no idea of where seemed to pop into his head. Eventually he just chose to throw the thoughts aside, nothing important.

Costumes always seemed to hide who he truly was, and honestly, he could care less if nobody liked who he was so what was the point in hiding behind some sort of mask? His mother always forced him to dress up every year when he was a child and he did it because he wanted his mother to be happy, that's all he ever wanted. Still to this day he never told her that he never wanted to dress up in the first place. Just seeing that smile on his mother's face was worth it every year. At that point he made a mental note in his head to visit his mother in the hospital some time after he left the party. He needed to see how she was doing, give her some company.

ROY GRADY




TIME: late evening || MOOD: content || ATTIRE: X

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Roy looked at himself in the mirror, a torn, unsure expression on his face. He'd never been the extravagant sort, and there was no doubt that once he got to the party, he'd find that a great majority of the guests would have put a considerable amount more effort into their outfits than he. But by the time he'd caught wind of the news, most of the costume-hire shops had been swept clean by eager customers, and in the end, it had been this or a rabbit costume.
For the sake of his dignity, he'd gone with the former.
It was that knowledge that caused Roy to finally shrug, raising his hand as to tip his hat at a jaunty angle, commenting with a satisfied, "It'll do."

After about seven minutes of searching for a place to park his car, Roy had finally managed to slot between a red ferrari and a dusty BMW, and climbed out of the car with a smile as he surveyed the scene.
He'd never really been one for parties, either, but there was certainly an essence of fun in seeing everyone dressed up without fear of ridicule. Some were dressed to impress, in undoubtedly expensive Victorian garments and authentic-looking replicas of various streaks of pop culture -the likes of Iron Man suits and Storm Trouper uniforms- whilst others were flaunting the more daring of choices, the cliched 'sexy' line, with shirtless guys and girls in pint-sized dresses. Then there were the people like Roy, dressed up for the sake of fitting in, but none to concerned about whether they attracted admiration or sourced conversation.

"Roy, darling!" Roy looked up to see a Marie Antoinette lookalike beaming at him, and he offered a warm smile back, "Hey, Myrt." He duly noted that Myrtle fitted quite nicely into the 'dressed-to-impress' category, with her Marie Antoinette costume most certainly being worth a small fortune. "You look wonderful. It'll be a shame to see you decapitated." Myrtle tutted, shaking her head as though Marie Antoinette's true fate was terribly inconvenient, "Won't it just? My head is far too pretty to lose." Roy chuckled, and she looked over him, tutting disapprovingly, "Honestly, Roy. You'd better get some alcohol in your system. Even in costume, you stick out like a sore thumb." Roy offered her a wave, and a wry smile, as he walked towards the house. "If her majesty insists."

Five minutes later, Roy had a glass of brandy in his hand, and was looking over the dancing guests with content smile as he leaned against the bar. He didn't plan on joining the thrall, himself, but the sidelines were comfortable, and the brandy was good.
All in all, it was certainly a better way to spend the evening than his initial lack of plans would have assured.

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VICTORIA DURANT

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TIME: late evening || ATTIRE: X
MOOD: coy ; amused

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As Victoria looked over the handsome youth before her, she quickly decided that his hair was probably her favourite of his physical features. It reminded her of the sea at night, inky and black, falling in softly tussled waves. She was half tempted to reach out and stroke them, to test and see if they were as silken as their appearance insisted. Her second favourite feature of his was a tie, torn between his chocolate eyes, with the thick, ebony lashes of a china doll; and his small, subtle smirk.
In most cases, the sense of self-satisfaction that radiated from the boy would have irritated her. However, ever since her becoming a vampire all those years ago, her patience had eased considerably. Perhaps it was to do with the knowledge she bore: No matter how smooth, how charismatic, he thought he was, he was human. Eventually, those lovely locks of his would grey and thin, his eyes would become hooked by crows feet, and his smirk would be far less used expression. Not to mention, if he pissed her off too soon before that, she could rip out his throat and be done with it.
A ripple rolled over his shoulders as he shrugged, replying to her comment with words tinged by nonchalance. "Love Halloween, just never was too fond of wearing costumes."
Victoria smiled, revealing a row of ivory teeth as she commented, "Really? The slutty nurses are my favourite part."

“Oh, hey. Geez, you scared me!” The girl Aaron thought was Leonora said before shrugging. “No, sorry. They didn’t want to come,” She looked annoyed that they had not come.

“Oh, that sucks,” Aaron replied feeling bumbed, even pouting a little like a child who had been told he could have a second bowl of ice-cream. Leonora had told him all about her sisters and he had been looking forward to meeting them. “Oh well, I suppose I’ll just have to see them another time.” Aaron grinned optimistically.

“Uh, can you excuse me a sec?” She said, in a moment of embarrassment before she took off quickly. Leaving Aaron alone and not sure what just happened.

“Oh, um, yeah sure,” He said to her retreating figure. “I suppose I’ll catch up with you later then,” he mumbled to the empty space where she had been standing, whilst he was frowning slightly. He could be just over thinking things, but it kind of felt like she didn’t want to hang out with him. He just shrugged his shoulders and shook off his frown. His natural grin reappearing. Aaron wasn’t one to get overly phased by things for very long.

He then walked off, wandering around the party, with a little happy bounce in his step, and a wide toothy smile. He was just soaking up the jovial vibe of the place, parties with lots of people around were he place. He bumped into a few different people he had met around town in the week prior. Giving them enthusiastic greetings. Then he saw Eve hanging out alone by the bar. It probably wasn’t possible with his smile got wider and he all but ran over to her.

“Evie!” He said giving her a probably too enthusiastic and rough hug. Resulting in him kind of roughly bumping a brunette man with glasses who was standing against the bar next to Eve. Aaron put his arms up the air in a sign of apology, “Sorry man, my bad.” Aaron was just fortunate he hadn’t cause the man to spill his glass of brandy.

Then Aaron turned back to Eve. Erik had already known Eve. Apparently from what Aaron could tell it was a vampire thing, you kind of just run into each other all over, just being acquaintances. When Aaron met Eve though they just kind of hit it off, you know, those instant friend connections. Of course Aaron seemed to feel he had a lot of instant fried connections. Eve was like the older sister he never had. Plus she always had such interesting historical stories. Erik never talked about the past the way she did. Aaron completely looked up to her. “How have you been!”

“Oh, you mobster outfit is wicked,” He said grinning excitably. Of course Eve had a cool outfit choice, Aaron thought pretty much everything she did was totally cool. Of course in his eyes, when you were a couple hundred year old vampire, it was hard not to be cool. Especially considering, only two years ago, all this stuff to Aaron was only things he would read about in fantasy novels. Well, he doesn’t read, so more like fantasy movies, but you get the point. “You even have the cigar and everything!”

Dimitri Hendrix

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Location: Halloween Party
Mood: Entertained; Amused

Dimitiri couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at her words. "As much as I do enjoy seeing what others decide to dress up as, be it slutty or just flat out stupid, I wouldn't be myself in their shoes. To each their own," he stated.

Just when he thought he was finished speaking for the moment another few words slipped from his lips, "If you enjoy the slutty nurses so much, why didn't you dress as one yourself?" he added with sarcasm in his tone. He couldn't help it, he had to ask.

Though as he stood there, speaking to her he noticed that she was looking him over, just as he had done to her just seconds before. Dimitri honestly had no idea why she stood around speaking to him when there were far more interesting guys and even girls at this party. He was just a normal guy who didn't want to come to this Halloween party to begin with. He just came because he had nothing better to do. As much as he hates his job, he would much rather be sitting behind the desk in front of the computer screen all night.

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"As much as I do enjoy seeing what others decide to dress up as, be it slutty or just flat out stupid, I wouldn't be myself in their shoes. To each their own." Victoria almost chuckled, amused by the mildly pretentious, albeit sensible attitude of the man before her. 'Each to their own', hm? Well, I suppose it beats Hitler-esque dictatorship. And I know that from experience.
Instead of laughing, however, Victoria didn't even crack a smile, instead shrugging as to accept his point. With a smirk, she pointedly looked him over, commenting with a tone of disappointment and wry humour, "Still, tis a shame. A bit of hair wax and powder... you'd make a wonderful Dracula."

"If you enjoy the slutty nurses so much, why didn't you dress as one yourself?" His tone was laced with a smoothness that undoubtedly came from practice and experience, and Victoria resisted chuckling once more. Instead, she frowned, as though considering the question, before looking back to him, "I am very precious when it comes to originality." Her lips curved into a slight, mischievous smile, "And besides, there's too much competition. I can't risk anyone looking better than me."

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October 28 || Nighttime

xxxxxx Erik ending his conversation with Ophelia to try to get in Willow’s pants prompted to tell Ophelia to find him when she was willing to spill. Uninterested in what would happen with him and Willow, Ophelia danced her way back into the party. She was on a doppelganger hunt – er doppelganger not to actually hunt them of course.

Scanning the room she spotted the girl that had come up to Willow during their conversation earlier. Dancing her way over to the red head she grabbed some random boy’s glass of beer along the way. Taking a sip of said drink she stood next to the red head and scanned the crowd before turning and looking at the girl. "So tell me, how did you and Willow meet?" Ophelia purred.

She had a strong feeling from the vibes this redhead was giving off that even without talking to her that she wasn’t fond of Ophelia, no that Ophelia really cared. She was just curious to see if this redhead knew more about Willow’s immortality.

Looking around she spotted two people she very prominently recognized. Victoria and Mikel – or at least there doppelgangers twins, she wasn’t sure. They were the first of the doppelgangers she had seen since she arrived back in Lake Grove and it actually took quite a stunning effect on her.

Quickly hiding it she turned back to the red head and cruelly grinned awaiting her answer.

Not proofread sorry!

Dimitri Hendrix

Dialogue Color: #cc0066
Location: Halloween Party
Mood: Entertained; Amused

Dimitri was honestly quite shocked at the amount of confidence she had in herself. Not many women these days had much confidence, he was actually quite happy she did. It made her more colorful of a person and with her high confidence, it made it more difficult for perverted guys to have their way with her. As much as everyone in town would like to say Dimitri was one of those guys, he actually wasn't. Yes, he enjoyed flirting a bit but he would never just sleep around with a woman unless she was the one initiating it and she was actually sure about it. Dimitri never went out looking for sex.

"I am very precious when it comes to originality." Her lips curved into a slight, mischievous smile, "And besides, there's too much competition. I can't risk anyone looking better than me."

Dimitri shook his head with a chuckle before speaking up, "I don't think you'd ever have that problem. You're a damn good looking woman, no one could possibly look better than you," he stated. It was the truth, he had never seen a woman more beautiful than she was. It wasn't just her good looking body that made him feel that way, she had a great personality to go along with it.

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"I don't think you'd ever have that problem. You're a damn good looking woman, no one could possibly look better than you."
My, he really is laying it on thick, isn't he? Despite her cynical thoughts, Victoria couldn't help the way her lips curved at his words. Apparently, the vanity that had maimed her personality prior to her imprisonment was still somewhat intact.
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
As she smiled, her teeth were revealed in a flash of white, fangs fortunately slid neatly down to the typical, human size, albeit slightly sharper. She wasn't feeling thirsty.
Yet.
She tilted her head, her silver earrings glittering teasingly in the light spilling from the chandelier above, and her grin settled back into its teasing smile, a brows raised in mock-cautiousness.
"Best not say those things too loud, though. Judging from the attention your getting, a compliment like that could get me staked."
It was true. Victoria, be it a sixth scent or simply her vampire instinct, could often pick up the weight of gazes on her back, no matter the subtlety of the individuals casting them, and since her conversation with the handsome boy had begun, she'd felt a fair few more flutters. It was pesky more than unnerving, and she could blame them. He certainly was handsome enough, and probably quite popular around town. Victoria wouldn't know, what

with her being the opposite of up-to-date, but such a thing tended to lean on the obvious side.
Especially when it came to pretty faces.