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Willow Octavia Sanders

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a character in “Making of Myths”, as played by Scar.-

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N A M E
W I L L O W - O C T A V I A - S A N D E R S

N I C K N A M E S
W I L L
T A V I A
T H E - P H O E N I X


P H Y S I C A L - A G E
T W E N T Y - F O U R

S O U L - A G E
T W O - H U N D R E D - A N D - E I G H T

G E N D E R
F E M A L E

S P E C I E S
W I T C H

S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L

S O N G S
O B L I V I O N || M 8 3
D E L I R I O U S || S U S A N N E
U N D E R - Y O U R - S P E L L || D E S I R E

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H E I G H T
5 ' 6 "

W E I G H T
1 3 O l b s

S K I N
P A L E - I V O R Y

E Y E S
I C E - B L U E

H A I R
L O N G - B L O N D E
L E F T - S I D E - S H A V E D


M A R K I N G S
T A T T O O S
  • Phoenix that covers entire back
  • Moon phases inner left bicep
  • Earth, wind, water & fire elemental symbols right forearm

S C A R S
  • "X" like mark upper left part of chest
  • Scratches along right ribcage
  • 5in long line across lower abdomen
  • Bullet like scar under right collar bone, and back of right shoulder
  • Line that wraps completely around neck
  • Over 5 slashes 1in long in center of back and chest

N O R M A L - A T T I R E
L E A T H E R - J A C K E T
R I P P E D - J E A N S
C O M B A T - B O O T S
A V I A T O R S
B A N D - T




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Will is definitely not your average girl next door by any standards but she is the center of a lot of talk in Lake Grove. Definitely not afraid to move to the beat of her own drum, Will has a habit of sticking out like a sore thumb in the quaint little town but she can't deny that she enjoys being the center of attention. With out trying, she has the type of personality that attracts others. Maybe it's because her own uniqueness makes her sexy in comparison to some of the more average girls in Lake Grove, or maybe it's because her escapades are known throughout the town... She isn't afraid to have a good time. You only have one life is her philosophy. Although she contradicts this daily, she still lives each day like it could be her last. After all it could be, at least for a short while.

Another factor that might make her so alluring is her unworldly like behaviors. Will has been known to "accidentally" do a little magic just to get the town's peoples' feathers all ruffled, and the rumors about her just fuels her fun. She is strange, quirky and weird but wouldn't have it any other way. She also has a tendency to come off cold or bitchy because she is blunt and sometimes more honest than others would care for, often having more enemies than friends. Will never really cares about being on people's good or bad sides, she's more of a take it or leave it kind of woman who doesn't aim to please others. Although it does seem hard at times to get close to her due to her being more of a distant person, she does hold her friends and loved ones very dearly. If she were ever to admit her secret to anyone it'd be either due to the fact they are a very trust confident or her life is endanger... in a manner of speaking.

Will is also known to be very crude. Referring to herself as an acquired taste, her sense of humor and mannerisms can also be either deterring to the feint of heart or magnetizing to those similar to her. Nothing pleases her more than a well timed joke, or punch line. She always has to have the last laugh. But she doesn't make jokes to laugh at others but to make others laugh. Even though she may come off as a cold hearted bitch, she does like seeing others and laughter is her best way to do that. Will also doesn't usually try to get involved in romantic entanglements. She has a nasty habit of out living the people she cares about, and has suffered more loss than she can handle at times. But if romance does present itself, she does tend to be a helpless romantic, very much believing that chivalry is not dead. Will also tends to be a little mischievous, a good prank can go a long way in her book, she especially enjoys giving someone a good scare when she can. Basically, she's the town weirdo.

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Willow was born in 1807 in the small town of Lake Grove, Virginia. I know, I know, this makes no sense? She can’t be that old. Don’t worry, it will. Her mother Octavia Sanders was one of the most powerful witches in the town and one of the members of a prestigious coven. Since witches easily swayed from good to bad, they usually had to keep to the shadows, meeting in secret and keeping their existence no more than the whisper of rumors of legend. Will can’t remember if the coexistence between witches and vampires was amiable or not back then. She was so young, and that was a very long time ago.

When she was 8, she remembers over hearing her mother and other coven members talking about some imminent threat, Doppelgangers. She can’t remember much of the ritual… only that it took a lot of magic and great sacrifice. All the near by covens gathered to help put an end to these creatures, but their calculations were off. The witches and warlocks thought a goat would suffice for the sacrifice of life necessary to complete the task but they were wrong. The spell nearly rebounded if it wasn’t for Octavia, Will’s mother, quickly reacting and sacrificing herself.

Willow grew up listening to stories and tales of her mother, saying that she sacrificed herself to save the town… and to save her from any harm. It wasn’t until she was 20 that Will finally stumbled upon her mother’s spell book. Inside wasn’t just the typical spells ever witch or warlock in the coven had, but black magic… Dark magic. Inside the book was a note from her mom. She must have known that to lock away the doppelgangers, it needed a sacrifice of a life more valuable than any human life, a supernatural being’s sacrifice. Because the note talked about a spell, a dark spell that could temporarily make Will immortal.

It was called the Soul Bounding spell. If done properly, a witch could bond their life force with that of another being, and as long as that being was alive, the witch would remain ageless… immortal. The witch or warlock could die, but would be revived. And next to said spell is where she saw one final note from her mother… to stay alive until the Doppelgangers return and defeat them for good. And with that, Will preformed the spell using a strand of hair from one of the doppelgangers that was stowed away in her mother’s things. So from then on her life would be bound to one of theirs until the day she helped truly defeat them all. Her life also in the balance, for she did not know what would happen to her when she killed the doppelganger she was bound to. As time moved on and the years passed, Will practiced her magic become a master of both light and dark magic due to have an unnaturally longer amount of time to practice it in comparison to other witches and warlocks.

As decades rolled by, Willow became cocky with her new immortality. She refused to leave the town even though the citizens began to realize that she was not aging. Scared of what she was capable of, the towns’ people attacked her in her sleep, stabbing her numerous times in the chest and back. It was then, the first time Will died, that she realized this new immortality came at a steep price. With every death she came back, her body forever marked from the wounds of the deaths and with a small portion of her soul breaking off each time. And with this discovery she began to wonder would she die as they did? Or would she return to being mortal? It was all unknown, the side effects, the aftermath… even which one she was bonded with.

From that day on Willow decided to try and be more careful with her life, or lack there of. She was scared of what would happened if she died one time too many… that last piece of soul chipped away. What would happen to her then? With knowing that, she reluctantly left the town before the people tried lynching her once again. Although she tried to avoid death, as time passed it seemed that it always found her. Each passing leaving its mark on her. Each death taking it’s piece.

It’s wasn’t until early in 2015 that she felt it… deep in the pit of her stomach. A stirring. She didn’t know how she knew, she just did. She knew the doppelgangers were back. So after 2 centuries it was finally time, time for her to return to Lake Grove and finish this once and for all.




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So begins...

Willow Octavia Sanders's Story

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Character Portrait: Ophelia Fynche Character Portrait: Evelyn Potter Character Portrait: Seraphina Stanford Character Portrait: Vivian Smith Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Leonora Avery Character Portrait: Erik Livingston Character Portrait: Victoria Durant Character Portrait: Dimitri Hendrix Character Portrait: Mikel Cornett Character Portrait: Aaron Riviera Character Portrait: Roman De Luca

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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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Character Portrait: Ophelia Fynche Character Portrait: Evelyn Potter Character Portrait: Seraphina Stanford Character Portrait: Vivian Smith Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Leonora Avery Character Portrait: Erik Livingston Character Portrait: Victoria Durant Character Portrait: Dimitri Hendrix Character Portrait: Mikel Cornett Character Portrait: Aaron Riviera Character Portrait: Roman De Luca

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H E X C O D E

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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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H E X C O D E

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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.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia Fynche Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Leonora Avery Character Portrait: Victoria Durant Character Portrait: Roman De Luca

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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."




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.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Leonora Avery Character Portrait: Erik Livingston Character Portrait: Victoria Durant Character Portrait: Aaron Riviera

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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…”

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October 28 || Nighttime

xxxxxx Ophelia rolled her eyes at the red girl’s comment, if she ruffles any feathers she could just kill everyone that’s a threat to her, and have fun while doing it. Although Ophelia refrained from saying that, naturally it does tend to be easier when people don’t know about her vampirism. So instead she walked through the door, that was opened for her, into the party.

The room was dark, perfect, thought Ophelia. It had seemed like forever since she last fed, although it was just earlier today. Squeezing through the crowd she grabbed some random man from the crowd, pulling him to the corner. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he made assumptions about what was going to happen in said corner, but Ophelia had other plans. In her heels she was at perfect alignment with his neck and she sunk her teeth into it.

Quick and easy Ophelia finished fast, wiping her mouth with her hand and giving the man a crappy compelled story about how she got too kinky, she sent him off.

Wandering her way through the crowd scanning faces looking for the familiar faces of the doppelgangers, her eyes landed on something much different.

Making her way over trying to be stealth and sneak up behind, she whispered in Erik’s ear, “Why hasn’t one ripped out your heart yet?” as she placed her hand on his back where is heart is before stepping into his line of vision.

Ophelia smirked, she’d recognize him anywhere, even with a mask.

It was around then that she turned to look at the girl he was talking to. Her face was so similar and Ophelia couldn’t quite place it but when she did her face fell from its composed look for less than a second before she willed herself to be serious again.

Stepping closer to the girl, a wicked look in Ophelia’s eyes, she scanned her up and down. “Willow,” she whispered barely loud enough for even vampire’s to hear.

Ophelia worked it out in her head, there was no way this girl was a doppelganger, as she was a witch. Unless she was a vampire, but all the vampires left town last time the doppelgangers arose so no one was there to turn her. ”What the hell?” Ophelia said.

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Willow pulsed with excitement as she entered the party. She was surprised at how packed this place was, but she loved it. Considering the Doppels are back she figured that she had maybe a year left in her life so she might as well make the best of it... With booze, boys and dancing. She slipped her way through people, trying to decide what she wanted to do first. She definitely had her sights set on the dance floor that she'd be tearing up, but first she figured she needed some alcohol in the blood to really get the energy flowing.

She was almost to the bar when a very attractive man stepped before her, more than apparent when giving the look over. But she didn't mind it, she thought it was a rare occasion for her to look this nice. But damn did he look nice, she smirked. Even though it was very obvious that he wasn't in a costume, and probably just jacked the mask from someone else, it actually kind of suited him.
“So, I have to ask, what exactly you are, I know its fire… something" Willow couldn't help but make a seductive smirk with a small chuckle at his inquiry, "Oh, you have no imagination!" She teased, Will always enjoyed being a little bit of a tease and playing just a tiny bit hard to get. With that she reached out her right hand, taking his glass, she didn't know what was in it or care. She just brought the cool glass rim to her lips, taking a long drink while she held his gaze before setting the glass back into his palm. "How about you give it your best guess Zorro."

Just after calling the attractive man Zorro, she saw the wench with the Ferrari move up behind him. She watched with slight disgust as the woman leaned over his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Seriously? It's like once in a blue moon that Willow actually has a super hot guy come up and start flirting with her, then miss whore nurse over there had to step it. Will sighed and was about to turn away and go straight for the bar but then the woman said her name, "Willow" Will looked towards the woman with a slightly confused expression, how in the hell did this chick know her name? The first thing that popped into her head was vampire... maybe one she encountered back when the Doppelgangers were first here. "What the hell?"

Thankfully Willow was more than capable of being sly on the spot, she obviously wasn't going to tell Dr. Nurse over here her real secret... she's not dumb. "Well obviously you'd know it's me... I'm the only person in this half of Virginia with my head half shaved... Masks don't cloak that Honey." Willow was going to try to keep up the charade as long as she could, she just came here for fun. "Look, if I'm on your turf..." She motioned towards Erik, "Then I'm sorry, he came over and talked to me. But I'm here just to party and have a good time like everyone else. Not have it ruined by Dr. Nurse-Whore, ok?"






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Roman sat there sipping on his Scotch while eyeing the prospects the town had to offer. It wasn't long before his thoughts were interrupted by a woman that was at the bar beside him. “Phantom of the opera, I love it, Definitely cooler than my stereotypical witch idea, I've seen at least ten witches since I got here." Roman glanced up from his glass with a slight brow raise and a smirk of intrigue. He actually found it quite charming, her little speech about her Witch costume. He couldn't help but to think that she looked familiar, it only took him a minute to realize that she looked like Victoria... Most definitely was her Doppel. "Thank you my dear, I do have a thing for the classics... But Count Dracula was my back up choice, Rome leaned in slightly as to whisper in the woman's ear, "And I've seen double the Dracula's as there are Witches in here."

When the woman's drink arrived, Rome quickly slipped money to the bartender before she could, then took another sip of his drink. She was quite beautiful. He didn't know if it was because he saw Victoria in her or just because this woman as a person was beautiful but either way, she had him hooked now. He extended out his right hand slightly, softly pinching the purple velvet fabric between his thumb and index finger, rubbing slightly as he spoke, "But, if you do not mind me saying, you are by far the best looking Witch at this party." He slowly retracted his hand, letting his cool skin brush the warmth of her own hand on it's way back.

Roman brought his Scotch up to his lips and continued to drink from it slowly for the next few moments, but kept his gaze locked on the woman. A seductive little smirk always present on his face. Once finishing his drink, he set the glass on the bar before moving to his feet to stand before the woman, he then extended his hand out to her as he spoke.
"Would the beautiful Witch care for a dance?

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Vivian sat in her room staring at her closet for an hour trying to figure out which of the three costumes she bought she should wear. There was a witch, which she thought would be ironic, there was a bunny, and Red Riding Hood. She was tempted to call up her friend but figured she was having the same crisis. She'd tried each one on twice and she looked good it all of them, too bad she couldn't change three times at the party that would be helpful but it's ridiculous. With a sigh she stood up and took the Red Riding Hood costume off it's hanger and began putting it on. It wasn't a sexy costume, Vivian wasn't into that kind of costume, she believed in actual costumes for Halloween not an excuse to have barley any clothes on as most girls do.

After putting on the costume she curled her hair a little and some make-up before she put on the finishing touch, the bright red cape. Finally ready she headed out, being sure she had everything. Halloween had it's ups and downs, the ups were the parties the downs were the churches went crazy. It seemed crazy to her that people actually thought dressing up in costumes and partying was the holiday of the devil. If they just did research they'd know their facts and see how stupid they were being but they didn't and now they seemed to be on every corner yelling at people about going to hell and whatever. She was quick enough to maneuver around them before they caught her forcing her to listen to their crap.

After a few blocks she reached the party, She walked in and immediately began looking for her friend. After standing in the way of people trying to get in she finally caught sight of her. She noticed there was a sexy-nurse standing near her along with some guy who didn't seem to like Halloween to much. "Will! She yelled waving her hand in the air as she moved closer. "Willow!"

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"Oh, you have no imagination!" The girl in the fiery costume replied teasingly.

Erik raised his eye brows a little and replying bluntly, "And my costume choice didn't gave that way?" She was right though, Erik really didn't have much imagination, or at least he hadn't had to use his imagination in quite some time. He'd already seen and done most things, so what did he need an imagination for? Then the blonde reached out and took the drink from his hand taking a long drink, whilst he eyed her down curiously. It wasn’t until she placed the glass back in his hand that he smiled. He always had an appreciation for a girl who took what she wanted. He eyed his drink now almost all gone, “my bad, I really should have gotten enough for the two of us,” he said sarcastically.

"How about you give it your best guess Zorro." She said, in what Erik took as a challenge.

He rubbed his chin playfully, but before he could answer he felt a hand on his back right over his heart. He knew it was right where his heart was because he had ripped out his fair share of heart back in the day. “Why hasn’t one ripped out your heart yet?” A woman whispered into his ear. Erik immediately went serious mode, and spun around ripping of his mask, as if ready for a fight. When he saw who it was though he immediately relaxed. He had known Ophelia for a great many years, and had known her dead vampire lover, Eric for many years before she was even turned.

“I believe they call it keeping a low profile Ophelia, from the stories I’ve heard about you, you should try it.” Erik replied sarcastically, and quietly. Keeping it a little conversation between the two of them. Stories travelled fast around their type, and he had a few stories about what Ophelia has been up to.

The Ophelia walked up to the blonde Erik had been chatting to and whispered a barely audible “Willow.” Erik was standing right there, and yet only he was able to hear it because of his vampire hearing. “What the hell?” Erik didn’t really know or care how to the girls knew each other, but he didn’t mentally note that the girl’s name was Willow. He’d have to remember that.

Willow went on about having a shaved head before she motioned to Erik and he realised he was part of this conversation again.”L ook, if I'm on your turf then I'm sorry, he came over and talked to me. But I'm here just to party and have a good time like everyone else. Not have it ruined by Dr. Nurse-Whore, ok?"

Erik couldn’t help laughter bubbling up at the Nurse-Whore comment. Though he tried unsuccessfully to cover it with a well-placed cough. He hadn’t not heard of a great many people ever standing up to Ophelia. He just hoped it would go well for this girl and she wouldn’t end up at the bottom of a river drained of blood. “Nurse-Whore? I don’t think she likes you very much Ophelia,” He said half-joking to Ophelia, curious to see how Ophelia would react. “Oh, and just for the record,” Erik said leaning in towards Willow, “I’m not anyone’s turf.” He winked at her and gave a half-hearted smirk before he leaned back.

“Willow!” Called another gorgeous girl, this time a red-head, as she approached Willow.

Deciding this group was far too many people for Erik’s antisocial ways, he decided no was a good time to make his way outdoors. After all he had actually planned on spending most of this night alone. “I think, I’m going to get some fresh air, plus me and Ophelia have some catching up to” He said lightly nudging Ophelia to follow him, before looking at Willow with a light smirk, “I hope to see you later.” Then when Erik passed Willow he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “A Phoenix,” as his answer to her previous question. Finally making his way outdoors he immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out a smoke, lighting it up and taking a long drag.

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xxxxxx Ophelia had never been one to cross.

After four hundred some years of this she had grown quite the reputation as being – well a hot head. Ophelia didn’t quite look at her temper in a bad way but as fond memories. The villages she’d killed off, the people she’d ripped apart, it was really more of a game, although it had lead people to assume the worst of her. She was a vampire, it’s in her nature.

As she heard the girl, Willow, babble some shit excuse, Ophelia couldn’t help but role her eyes. She needed a drink. As a boy and a girl walked by she grabbed the drinks out of both their hands, downing the boys vodka shot in an instant and taking a sip out of the girls drink. Shitty teenage fruity stuff Ophelia thought to herself.

It was around that time that Ophelia focused her attention back on the babbling girl. Something about Ophelia’s turf, a half shaven head, and a nurse whore, not to mention Erik’s annoying comments behind her. Clenching her jaw then releasing it, Ophelia smiled sickly sweet at the girl. “It’s funny how with 200 years behind your belt you’re still childish,” Ophelia said in a low slow voice her eyes trained dead on the girl.

Gaging her reaction for a second, Ophelia quickly said “I’ll be in touch,” before spinning on her heels to follow where Erik had left. Leaving just as she heard the red head calling out to Willow.

On her way out Ophelia grabbed the hand of a random boy, leading him out with her and taking his alcohol.

As she got outside and saw Erik come into her view. Quickly Ophelia downed the random boys shot and then took the cigarette right out of Erik’s hand, taking a drag herself. She never was one for manners not even back during her human maid days.

Turning to face the unknown boy she’d drug out, Ophelia smiled. “So since I didn’t want to kill the old witch,” said Ophelia referring to Willow, “I’ll just kill him instead.” With that she snapped the boy’s neck and preceded to throw the dead body at Erik. “Drink up or throw him in a lake or something” she said nonchalantly.

“Now shoot,” she said referring to wanting him to tell her why he felt the need to bring her out here.

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Willow's gaze drifted slightly, bringing her hand up to scratch her head. But she quickly looked up when she heard the male say, “Oh, and just for the record, I'm not anyone's turf." With that she glanced up beneath her blonde locks to peer at the male with a sly grin, biting on her lip slightly, "Good to know." Of course it wasn't long before the nurse piped up again saying something about Will being childish finishing off with, “I’ll be in touch.” She wanted to reply in some smart ass remark as the nurse walked away, but Will decided to keep her mouth shut. She wasn't scared of the woman, on the contrary she kind of enjoyed frustrating her. She didn't have one doubt in her mind that the woman would most definitely find her again, and she honestly didn't care. She just rather not have half of the damn population of Lake Grove know that she's immortal... for the time being.

Willow peaked over her right shoulder to see Viv in a red hood coming her way, shooting her name,
"Will!... Willow! She didn't need the male to say it, she knew that now 4 was most definitely a crowd. The smile on her face fading ever so slightly when he said, “I think, I’m going to get some fresh air, plus me and Ophelia have some catching up to... I hope to see you later." Will nodded in his direction at his comment, her gaze locked on his as he passed her. She was taken by surprise when he leaned in to whisper to her, "A phoenix." Ding Ding Ding We have a winner. She couldn't help but grin at his comment, biting her lip at him. Before he walked off her hand that rested at her side gently reached out to grab his hand, "Don't keep me waiting for too long." Her thumb softly stroked his wrist before she released her hold of him, letting him walk off.

It took her a minute after he had left that his skin was cold... Vampire, obviously. But for some reason this didn't bother her. He wasn't a Doppelganger, she knew what they all looked like, set it to memory. He was just... a vampire. Her grin grew slightly as she made her way over to Vivian, closing the distance quickly. Upon reaching her friend, she grabbed Viv's hands in her own, whispering under a hushed breath,
"You have the worst timing, you know that!? She smiled, glancing over her friends costume, "You know that Halloween is like the one day where you could try to dress even the tiniest bit sexy?" She laughed softly before nodded her head in the direction of the bar, "Let's go get a drink."






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Roman couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the girl's ramblings as they sat at the bar. It was adorable, he thought to himself. She was so innocent... So pure, that maybe a small part of him would hate to corrupt such a young being. As of right now, he only wanted to enjoy the company of the beautiful woman. His grin grew as he could tell the wheels were turning in her head as she contemplated the idea of dancing with him. But finally she took his offered hand and said, "Yeah, sure." He let her lead him towards the dance floor, his gaze permanently locked on the beautiful "witch".

Rome was taken by surprise when the girl slipped from his grasp and ran towards yet another gorgeous creature dressed like a princess. The girls were obviously happy to see each other, laughing and what not, and being the gentleman he was her stood there patiently, not minding the conversation. That was until he heard the one dressed like the witch say,
“Anyway you should find a guy and come dance with us!” The other girl glanced towards him, Rome nodding his head in a polite greeting as he slowly stepped towards the woman while the Princess said, "A guy huh? I don't think I see anyone willing."

With that, Rome stepped between both girls outstretching a hand in either of their directions, "Well luckily, God seemed so fit to grant me with 2 hands." He smiled in both of their directions, whispering softly while he added, "And I just happened to be an awesome dancer." He chuckled softly, raising a brow towards the women. It was true, he was quite good at dancing and although he had never danced with 2 partners, he didn't think it could be quite hard. Plus, even being the monster he is, couldn't see leaving one beautiful woman alone while he danced with another. Seemed quite logical in his mind to just... Dance with both.

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She realized there were more people at this party than she actually saw when she arrived. It was taking more time to maneuver around people to get to her friend. She saw that the woman had left, as did the guy not like she cared but she could tell Willow did even slightly. She smiled when she saw Willow making her way to her, before she could ask who the guy was Willow beat her to it. "You have the worst timing, you know that!?", which indicated that she was interested in the man "He's not even in a costume, come on." Vivian said. For someone who loved Halloween she hated people who showed up to a costume party in regular clothes, disrespectful.

"You know that Halloween is like the one day where you could try to dress even the tiniest bit sexy?" Vivian couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friends comment "You know I love real costumes. I hate 'sexy' costumes, it's an insult to the holiday." She said "Besides, I can dress sexy every other day of the year She added as she began leading the way to the bar still holding onto Willow's hand. She ordered a beer didn't matter what kind as long as it was alcoholic and turned to her friend "So who was he...and HER?" She said stressing the word 'her' making it obvious she didn't like the girl even without knowing her. [color=#8C051C]"Oh, by the way, Nice costume! Very imaginative."

Vivian thanked the bartender for her drink and took a swig as she scanned the room. A lot of people, all seemed to be human but Vivian and Willow knew otherwise. Some were other witches and others were vampires. This was the perfect setting for most vampires to, 'do their thing', as Vivian calls it. It was loud and crowded, everyone having too much fun to realize someone was missing until it was too late.

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"He's not even in a costume, come on." Vivian said to her as they made their way to the bar. Willow shook her head, laughing as she placed her order for a Long Island Iced Tea to the bartender before turning back to her friend, "If I had a choice he wouldn't be wearing anything." She grinned while raising a slender brow, winking at her friend. Then when she made a comment about Viv's costume, the girl replied, "You know I love real costumes. I hate 'sexy' costumes, it's an insult to the holiday. Besides, I can dress sexy every other day of the year." Will rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the bar. Then out of no where, she kicked her right leg out, the slit in the red silk dress parting up to her thigh to reveal her entire leg. "BAM! Sexy alert! Avert your eyes!! Run for cover!" She broke out in a roar of a laughter shortly after. She loved giving Vivian a hard time. "Can you handle it!?" She wiggled her brows while moving her free leg in a seductive manner.

Will was cracking up by the time the bartender returned with her drink. She smiled towards him, slipping him a bill that was almost double the cost of the drink before turning her attention back to Vivian. "So who was he...and HER?" She raised her glass to her lips, mumbling just before taking a drink, "I think he's a vampire." She then quickly averted her eyes from her friend while she took a long drink. Cue the lecture she thought to herself. "As for Dr. Slut... I have no idea. Probably didn't like me flirting with Zorro." She shrugged her shoulders. First of all he wasn't dressed like Zorro, that was just her new nickname for the man that would probably stick even after she knew his name... She had a thing for nicknames. Will shifted in her seat slightly. She didn't like lying to Vivian. The woman seemed very familiar, and knew who she was. And she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew the guy too. But she couldn't tell her friend that, Viv didn't even know about Willow's secret.

"Oh, by the way, Nice costume! Very imaginative." Will winked at her friend as she took another drink. "You sure it's not too sexy?" She teased once more before finishing of the alcohol, then stepping in front of Viv. "Now... we dance!" Willow posed like she was in Saturday Night Live when she said the word "dance", then before her friend could object, she grabbed her hand and lead her out to the dance floor. Weaving her way through the crowd, with her friend in tow behind her, Willow accidentally bumped right into the back of a man dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. She quickly apologized as she maneuvered around him, but when she glanced back over her shoulder to look at him, her heart nearly skipped a beat when she recognized it was one of the Doppelgangers. It took everything in her to fake calm, and not let her friend see her change in expression. Of course I'd run into a Doppel here. I mean I knew I would but... Eh, I'll worry about it tomorrow. With that she brushed the feeling behind her before grinning menacingly to Vivian. "Got your dancing shoes on Red?"

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"If I had a choice he wouldn't be wearing anything." Vivian rolled her eyes, it was just like her to say something like that but Willow was just that type of girl. She said what was on her mind and didn't care what people thought about it, that's how they became friends. Then out of no where "BAM![/colco] Will yelled and caused Vivian to jump slightly and turned her head to stare at her friend like she was crazy before she finished "Sexy alert! Avert your eyes!! Run for cover!" Vivian relaxed and chuckled at her "You know what I mean!" she said nudging her in the shoulder "Mean costumes like slutty nurse back there" She said motioning after the woman that was just there.

She took another drink of her beer and sat it down just before Will told her about him. She turned to her "are you crazy?! You know what he is and you still want to fantasize about him? She hissed under her breath. She took a deep breath "I can't believe you were flirting with a vampire." Vivian whispered shivering to show her disgust with the situation. She wasn't going to lecture her now about it but she didn't like it and she knew Willow would be waiting for a lecture. However tonight was supposed to be fun and she wasn't going to let a vampire ruin it by flirting with her friend.

"You sure it's not too sexy?" Vivian sighed but smiled, she knew Will liked to tease her about this "No, it's the perfect amount of sexy. She said with a smile "However, that She pointed towards a girl dressed as a 'sexy' bunny is over doing it and should not be considered a real costume." She shook her head as soon as Willow mentioned dancing No, let me finish.." She restrained from getting pulled long enough to put her beer on the counter. With a sigh she let herself be pulled as they made their way to the dance floor. When Will ran into someone she could feel something about her change but it was brief so she didn't think anything of it."Got your dancing shoes on Red?" Vivian sighed "I really hope you don't call me that the whole night, but yes I do. This is a party and I know you'd want to dance so I'm prepared. Besides You didn't think I'd come to a party and not want dance did you?" She said with a smile.

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Willow shrugged off the lecture Vivian gave her about the guy being a vampire. Honestly Will didn't care. First of all she had no idea how much longer she would be alive and considering that her time is quickly running out, why not have fun? Plus, just because was a vampire doesn't make him a horrible person. Although, she does enjoy a bad boy. Either way he was a 10 for sure, and if he returns she'll be all over it. Maybe Viv would understand if she knew the truth... She wouldn't tell her but in her mind she figured she'd at least be understanding to an extent if she did know. But either way, they both knew that no one could tame Will so trying to stop her from doing what she wanted was pointless.

When they reached the center of the dance floor, Viv looked at her, "I really hope you don't call me that the whole night, but yes I do. This is a party and I know you'd want to dance so I'm prepared. Besides You didn't think I'd come to a party and not want dance did you?" Will grinned evilly, "Of course I am. And you'd be pretty stupid if you did otherwise, because I'm a dancing machine!" When she said "dancing machine", she spun around probably smacking the surrounding people with her mesh, shaw like wings but she didn't care. They could move.

It was perfect timing, the previous song had just ended, cuing up another song. Considering it was a masquerade ball, unfortunately the music played was generally old orchestral music that made everyone want to waltz like they were on Dancing with the Stars. Not caring what others thought, Will grabbed her friend Viv taking on the male role in the dance by placing her hand on her waist, and using her other hand to hold Vivian's. She began to lead her friend around the dance floor in sync with the other people dancing around, laughing at some of the faces other people were giving them. Again she didn't care, it took a lot to ruffle Will's feathers. As they danced, she realized how close they were to the Doppel she had bumped into moments ago and needing a sneaky way to get a good look at him, she lead Viv into a twirl. While Red Riding Hood spun before her, she glanced over her shoulder at the Phantom of the Opera dressed vampire, when his gaze met hers it sent a chill down her spine.




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Roman's brows rose in slight smirk when Nora said, “Well, that is awfully lucky." He couldn't help but chuckle softly, while shrugging his shoulders slightly. That was when someone bumped into him, trailing before him in a silk outfit of flames or something of that nature, he wasn't quite sure. But what he wasn't expecting was the female to glance back at him, and the second their eyes met, if he had a heart beat it would have stopped. He knew her... She was there when he was trapped 200 years. And by her facial expression she knew him instantly as well. He wanted anything to run over to her and tear her throat out right here, right now. But he had 2 young beauties on his hands, one that was the Doppelganger to Victoria and then her friend. And with all the monsters running around, he worried for this Nora. Not so much for her life, but the life attached to hers... Victoria.

Rome quickly snapped back to reality as the witch introduced her friend and herself, “This is Seraphina, and this is... I don’t know your name. I’m Leonora by the way." He once again chuckled when the girl said she did not know his name. He smiled, grabbing a hand of each of the women before speaking, "I am Roman." Then he leaned over, placing a kiss upon each one of their hands, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Releasing their hands, Nora then said, “Now let’s go dance. Meet you there!" Then in a flash the girl disappeared out onto the dance floor.

Roman shook his head slightly before looking over to the one called Seraphina, "Well she has a personality." He teased with a light hearted smile before the girl said, "So Roman huh? Pleased to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine." He replied before leading the woman in blue out onto the dance floor after Nora. Once they reached Nora, the song had changed to that of a waltz manner. Adjusting his suit, Roman took Seraphina's hand and Nora's, twirling each of them in towards him with a chuckle and a grin. Speaking softly, "Bare with me, I've never danced with 2 partners." Then the moment he concluded his sentence, he shifted a hand to each of their backs guiding them around the dance floor.

Every now and then he'd take turns twirling one of the girls, and dunking the other. He glided them around the floor with ease. When he wasn't spinning them, he had one at each of his sides moving to the flow of the orchestra. When Rome had spun the girls out and away from him, that moment almost felt like it was in slow motion. The 2 brunettes before him mid twirl as his eyes set upon the fiery blonde from before, and when her gaze met his he could sense how uncomfortable he made her. And with that, he grinned menacingly.

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"Of course I am. And you'd be pretty stupid if you did otherwise, because I'm a dancing machine!" She should have known that would be her answer. Viv expected her friend to lead the dancing between the two with no problem. She was just that type of person. Vivian couldn't help but chuckle at the faces people were making at them. She had to admit it was strange for two girls to dance together but they didn't exactly have dates to this thing so it was better than waiting around for some guy to ask them. Plus, Vivian preferred to dance with Willow.

As Will lead her into a spin she smiled and giggled. Once the spin was done she took a look at her friends face and frowned slightly. She wasn't sure if it was the slight dizziness from the spin or if her friend saw something that upset her."What's up with you? You're acting like you saw a ghost or something." She lead her friend back into the dance and smiled at her. There was something going on and she had an idea that Will wouldn't tell her. maybe she was wrong, maybe Will was just having a bad day or something.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia Fynche Character Portrait: Vivian Smith Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Erik Livingston

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She was enjoying dancing, but Willow couldn't hide the fact that she was distracted. It must have shown all over her face because Vivian piped up, "What's up with you? You're acting like you saw a ghost or something." She stopped dancing, trying to manage a weak smile while running her hand back through her hair, "I'm sorry Viv. I'm just going to go get some air... Clear my head." She patted her friends shoulder, parting with her but glanced over her shoulder towards the girl as she added, "I'll be back in a bit."

With that Will weaved her way through the crowd, not noticing while she danced that the number of people at the part increased exponentially. As she passed by a waiter with a tray of Champagne, she grabbed one glass with her right hand, "Thanks Jeeves." Then with her other hand she grabbed another glass before brushing past the man and heading towards the patio doors that lead towards the garden. Before reaching the door she had already downed one drink, disposing of the glass somewhere... a table or something. She didn't really care where.

Stepping out side, she stopped outside the doorway inhaling a deep breath of fresh air while closing her eyes. When she reopened her eyes she noticed that she was in the presence of the sexy Zorro man and the nurse skank from earlier, "Oh, uh... Sorry." She flashed the man a slight smile, not able to fully smile while her mind was plagued with thoughts before disappearing deeper into the garden. Reaching the center of the garden, she let a sigh in relief seeing that no one was there. She allowed herself to plop down on the edge of a fountain before chugging the contents of the other glass. Will set down the crystal ware beside her before bringing her right hand up to rub her temples. She didn't think see a Doppel would bother her so much. After all her whole purpose was to help destroy them, but that wasn't the problem. She hadn't really thought of her now very realistic death or mortality. As much as it had been hard for her over the past 200 years being alone, she'd miss being able to do what she wants when she wants. She enjoyed being young, not worrying about dying, but all that is gone now. When one of those Doppels dies, that will be her end. And she wasn't ready for that.

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Character Portrait: Seraphina Stanford Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Leonora Avery Character Portrait: Roman De Luca

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Nora smiled widely when she was approached by Seraphina and Roman. Then the music changed to more of a waltz vibe. Nora looked up and around to see where the music was being controlled from, but was distracted from her search when Roman took her hand. All night she had been noticing how cold his hands were, it kind of a made shiver go up her spin. Though she smiled again, rolling her eyes playfully as he twirled her and Seraphina towards him.

"Bare with me, I've never danced with 2 partners." He said as he placed a hand on Nora's back and moved her and Seraphina around the floor. Nora had never really danced with anyone who could dance at all, drunken dancing at high school parties included. So she was quite impressed. She even gave Seraphina a look to silently say she was impressed.

"Bare with me too, I've never had to share a partner," Nora replied laughing lightly, as he twirled her away. Nora almost stumbled over her own feet. She'd always been a sloppy dancer. She preferred the feel of dancing that how it looked to other people. She got too caught up in the moment, hands flying, feet going where they like. In the middle of spinning around though she caught a glance of some blonde girl staring at Roman she looked really uncomfortable. Then Nora lost sight of her when she spun around again, but she saw Roman looking positively menacing.

The shock caused Nora to lose her balance slightly, and stumble a little. When she regained her balance though she looked back to Roman to see him looking pretty normal again. She frowned slightly before shaking her head, she must have been seeing things. SHe she drifted back towards him. When she came back to him he grabbed her hand momentarily and she felt how cold his hand was again. She smiled slightly as she moved in close to him, rising on to her toes to whisper in his ear, "You have cold hands." She took in his scent and the feel of being close to Roman before she moved back away from him. Pushing lightly off his chest as she moved backwards "You know what they say, cold hands, warm heart," Smiled lightly at Seraphina. "I wonder if that is true for you?" She asked as the music changed. She suddenly grinned and spun away, though when she finished her spin and came back she gave a friendly smirk and raised her eyebrow her eyebrow. "Well?"

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Character Portrait: Vivian Smith Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman De Luca

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She didn't get much of an answer about what was bothering her but Vivian wasn't going to push Willow to tell her. She wasn't the type of friend to force you to talk about something you just didn't want to talk about. With a heavy sigh she watched her friends find an exit and disappear out of it. She scanned the dance floor and noticed that the guy they'd ran into earlier was dressed up a Phantom of the Opera and he also had two dates apparently. "Well, time to get drunk I guess. She muttered to herself leaving the dance floor and back to her abandoned beer on the bar. She gave the bartender a smile and finished off the bee. She waved the empty bottle in the air letting the bartender she wanted another one.

Her mind drifted, hauntingly, to her sisters. She hasn't talked to them since she left home, didn't even know if her father was still alive. She just couldn't work up enough nerve to call or visit after what her sister's did to her. They left her out while they practiced magic like their mother had. They made her feel like she was silly for believing in those spells and stories while they actually believed them and knew how to do the spells. But she did have one thing they didn't, their mother's spell book and journal. According to her mother's journal she hopped that if the girls ever found the spell book that they would begin practicing together and strengthen their bond. Unfortunately it didn't and a small part of Vivian wished it didn't unravel the way it did but there was nothing she could do about it.

She waved the second empty bottle in the air and smiled when the bartender handed her another "Thanks" She said before taking a drink from it. She watched the dancers on the dance floor move to the music, some not so much. She grew bored very quickly and eyed a girl dressed as a slutty bunny flirting with some guy. She had a glass of champagne and he had a beer. With a smile and a wave of her hand the glass shattered in the girls hand causing the liquid to end up all over her. Vivian chuckled as the girl squealed and ran off the the restroom leaving the guy dumbfounded and confused.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia Fynche Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Erik Livingston

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"You can't even remember witchy let alone the color of an old house," Ophelia said. Causing Erik to shrug, he was always honest about his bad memory. He'd tell anyone who asked. "Brown." She replied in a dull tone. Causing Erik to raise his eye brows in surprise. He knew Ophelia had a good memory but he hadn't expected brown.

"Brown? Really?" He drifted off in thought, looking out away from the party. "I suppose that changes things." He though he would remember it when he saw it, but he had never imagined it being a brown house. He'd have to change his search tactics.

Of course just as they had been doing this whole time, Ophelia changed the subject again. "So, wanna talk about your new boy toy you dragged to the party today?" She asked, referring of course to Aaron. Ah , Aaron, he'd wondered when she'd ask about him.

Erik shrugged, tossing his cigarette but to the ground and stomping it out under his heel. "His name's, Aaron. He's just some kid I picked up a little while back. He's annoying, but he's all right." Erik paused looking past Ophelia in thought. "That kid's got more life in him than any actual living person I've ever met." It was true. Aaron annoyed him, and he was supposed to have left to go off and have his own vampire adventures ages ago. It was nice having some like that around though.

"Still have to turn other vampires just to have friends?" She inquired. He laughed lightly and smiled at her grimly. Of course she knew all about him turning humans.

"Aren't we friends Oph?" He asked sarcastically, holding his hands to his chest mocking a hurt heart. Though he then straightened up and turn back to serious. "I prefer to think of it as bring a bit of company to my life. Though I suppose you're right." He said in thought. Erik didn't really consider people friends, but he supposed by regular standard he did turn humans and make them his friends. It wasn't what it was really like, but he didn't care people seeing it that way. "You're lucky I do though, or you'd still be a poor, dead, maid."

Erik cut off the rest of his words when he heard the door open behind him. It wasn't like him and Ophelia were talking about something particularly incriminating to the outside listener. However, a lifetime of not shutting up taught him that a conversation between two vampires in public shouldn't be overheard no matter how harmless the subject. He turned around to see, Willow, the phoenix from before, had stepped outside. She was seemingly in her own world, plagued with her thoughts. When she opened her eyes and saw him and Ophelia, she faltered though.

"Oh, uh... Sorry." Willow said awkwardly, as she went off in the other direction and headed deeper into the garden. Erik watched her go and waited until she was far out of sight before turning back to Ophelia.

"So, I think, what I got from this conversation is that, my old house was brown, and that blonde is a witch that me and you have met before?" Erik said arrogantly, jerking a thumb over his shoulder to indicate where Willow had disappeared from. He wasn't an idiot, he was picking up all of Ophelia's hints, they just didn't matter to him until now. The whole Willow being a witch thing didn't bother him, because witches tended to like him. In fact Erik had been close with the previous coven leader in Lakes Grove last time he was here. "Now, witch or not, that girl's hot and I think I have a chance. So I'm going to go play sympathetic guy," Erik said giving Ophelia I half-wave as he wander off down in the direction Willow had disappeared.

Though he stopped and turned around. "Come find me when you decide you want to let me know why you're in town," He yelled out to Ophelia before disappearing. It didn't take him long to find Willow sitting by herself on the edge of a fountain. He didn't say anything, he just walked past her, standing facing the fountain. Erik reached out his hand into the falling water, letting the water running over the palm of his hand. He had always been mesmerised by water, they way it reflected and refracted light. "You realise people are supposed to be happy at parties right?" He asked sarcastically still watching the water flowing over his hand.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Erik Livingston

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Willow didn't hear anyone approaching, so she was startled when she heard someone say, "You realize people are supposed to be happy at parties right?" She was about to get up abruptly and rush off not really wanting to deal with anyone, but she looked up at saw it was the guy from earlier, she couldn't help but smile. Pushing her hands off her knees and standing up. "Well..." She took a step towards him, speaking slightly quieter, "When you run into a ghost from your past that makes your up and coming mortality very... evident. It shakes you up." She smirked towards him. To anyone who didn't know what she was talking about it probably sounded like some stupid Halloween gibberish which is what she intended. But the truth was that she was actually being honest.

Will knew what he was and it didn't frighten her. And she could only assume that what him and Dr.Slut talked about had something to do with the fact that she should be dead and she's not... So he probably had some sort of an idea what or who she was. But again she didn't care. Instead a sly smirk crossed her lips as she spoke, "Let's be honest here... You don't need to play sympathetic with me doll. You already hooked me," She flicked her index finger on his collar as she said hooked,"So you don't have to pretend to care. I don't swoon at the compassion that most girls desire."

Willow took another step closer towards the male so that she was only an inch or 2 away from him, "You will soon find out that I am not most women." She glanced over to see his hand in the fountain, slowly extending her hand out beside his to feel the water, "And you know my name... But I still don't know what to call you Zorro." She then flicked some water at him with a playful chuckle.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia Fynche Character Portrait: Vivian Smith Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders

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While chuckling at the poor girl and her date she glanced over to see nurse slut dancing through the crowd. She rolled her eyes and ordered another beer before looking for another victim. Before she could find one, however, nurse slut invited herself over "So tell me, how did you and Willow meet?" Vivian raised her eyebrow, why did she care? She seemed to know Willow but Willow never mentioned anyone like slutty nurse to her. She took her beer from the bartender and gave him a thanking smile before turning back to the woman.

"I met Willow at a party, like this one...sort of. I had just moved here. We've been friends ever since." She said simply not wanting to get into much detail about it. The whole story involved Viv using magic and Willow seeing her, which is how they became friends. "How do you know her? She doesn't seem to know who you are but you know who she is. Plus she's never mentioned you to me before."

This woman was slightly ruining her night. She'd just seen some girls date flirting with some other girl. It was the perfect time to pop some bottles...literally. With a sigh she took a drink from her own bottle "I'm Vivian by the way.