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Erik Livingston

"Once photographed, the subject becomes part of the past."

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a character in “Making of Myths”, as played by unicorns.are.real

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N A M E: Erik Livingstone || A G E: Unknown (You learn to stop counting the years) || G E N D E R: Male || S P E C I E S: Vampire




" They say
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Personality

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Erik is apathetic and withdrawn from the world around him. When you have lived as long of Erik has you realise that nothing really matters at all. It doesn’t matter what he does, where he lives, who he is or who he feeds on. He lives out his life with no purpose or drive. After all, to him the human life span seems to go by in the blink of an eye, whatever he doesn’t do this lifetime he can just do it the next one. When you live forever you never really find yourself in a rush to do anything. His life is a never changing cycle. Get up, lay around, feed on someone, drink, smoke, sex with a nobody, sleep. Repeat. Repeat every day for a few hundred years.

Erik has lived far too many lifetimes, seen far too many people die, and too many events occur to ever really connect with anything or anyone. He knows a great many people but cares about hardly any of them. A few lifetimes of experience have taught him social graces. He knows what jokes to make, what stories to tell to make time spent with him enjoyable. He is a sarcastic and charmer to all that meet him. Though despite his outer appearance, for Erik he is just going through the motions, repeating a very similar social interaction he had with someone else, at some other place, in some other lifetime. To him no person or thing is ever new, only the reinvention of something older. Before he was turned, Eric used to be a very curious young man, but what do you become when all you curiosity has been filled?

Erik considers himself a watcher of life rather than a participator. Being turned into a vampire robbed him of the ability to partake in life, to grow old, connect with people, and enjoy the little things. Though his immortal life grants him the ability to watch, to live through the many civilisations that have come and gone. To watch humans make the same mistakes over and over again. Erik’s kind are the only ones who get to see how everything plays out for the human race over vast periods of time.

This is why Erik is obsessed with photography. He has lived so long and seen so many thing it is impossible for him to remember very much of it, so he documents it all through photography. He photographs everything, places, people, and actions. He has hundreds of boxes filled to the brim with photographs, his physical memory banks. All different kind of photographs too, coloured photos, black and white photos, even Polaroids. Of course photography is only a relative new invention in terms of how long Erik has been alive, before that he collected paintings and sketches of different people and places, all gathering mothballs in storage.






History

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Erik doesn’t remember much about his early years since they were so long ago, only the very basics he has held onto for all these years. After a while, Erik didn’t care much for the sentiments of his former life, it was never something he felt like he had to remember. He knows he was born in Ancient Greece under another name, and after breaking the law he was forced into slavery as a mine worker. Though he can’t remember exactly what he did. He doesn’t remember being a mine worker for very long, because the mine he was working in collapsed, killing practically all the workers and nearly killing Erik. Though the bulk of the rubble crushed the entire lower part of Erik’s body.

He doesn’t remember any of the details but he must have been screaming for help because an older man came to his rescue and saved his life by turning him into a vampire. Though he can’t remember the man who turned him’s name, Erik spent a good few years travelling with him, learning all things vampire. That man had already been a vampire for many, many years and it was he who passed on his beliefs about Vampires being watchers of life and no longer participants. When Erik asked why the man had turned him, the man explained that every now and then he liked to turn people, it took away the boredom and loneliness for a little way as the people he turned would stay by his side for a little while at least. Eventually Erik left the man to travel on his own and follow his own path.

Over time, after a great many years of travelling and seeing sights, changing his name to blend in every few generations like he had been taught, he came to understand the man’s explanation of what it meant to be immortal. That was when stopped living and began watching. Erik even began turning people in the same manner as he had been turned for the same reason the man had given.

Eventually Erik found himself in Lake Grove, where others of his kind seemed to be congregated. Then the evil vampires showed up, which got Erik’s interest. This was something different after all, something he hadn’t seen before. Though before he could see much his kind were forced to flee from Lake Grove, which he did. He never really thought about Lake Grove again, until he received word that they were back, which his curiosity couldn't let him ignore.







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So begins...

Erik Livingston'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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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.

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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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Erik watched Ophelia walk out and over to him. He laughed a little to himself, she had a way about her that was very indelicate. Yet she possessed all grace of a powerful Vampire. Erik should know he’s met more than a few powerful Vampires. Though there power and ego was always their undoing. He quirked an eyebrow and she reached over and took his cigarette, taking a drag.

Then when she turned to the boy she had with her, and snapped his neck before throwing him Erik’s way. He gave a sarcastic laugh. “I forgot how much fun it was when you came to town.” He held up the limp boy for a moment admiring her handiwork. “Unfortunately, I’m not all that hungry, neither am I a maid.” He said, as pulled the boy head back to a more natural angle. Then he threw the body on a plastic seat gently nudging it until it looked like the boy was just sleeping it. He’d be found eventually but it was no big deal at the moment, plus Erik wasn’t going to the effort of throwing a body in the lake for someone else’s kill. ”That was your job I believe.” He added on nonchalantly referring to Ophelia’s more human life. About which he knew more than he cared to. Erik and been the one to warned her Eric not to fall in love with a human and turn her, in all of history it has never ended well.

”Now Shoot” She said in her usual demanding manner.

”What, do I have to have a reason to bring you out here?” He said, obviously bullshitting. ”Can’t I just want to catch up with an old friend, it’s been a long time Ophelia, last I heard you were running with that pack in Russia.” Erik had, had first-hand experience with a lot of the guys from that clan. They were great guy to share a drink and bite to eat with, but there was no way he could run with them. For one, Erik was a solo vampire, he didn’t do clans. Secondly they were way too, intense.

”I want to know why you’re here.” He said shrugging, looking at her in a way that said he saw through her bullshit, and he really didn’t care what she was up to. He knew why a lot of people had returned, to stop the doppelgangers once and for all. Erik himself had returned, not to really help in that way, but more to watch how it all played out. But Ophelia? She wasn’t a Good Samaritan who would be here to stop the doppelgangers and save the world. He knew there had to be some alternate reason, and honestly he didn’t really care what it was, but he wanted to watch how it all played out for her.

Erik took out another cigarette and lit it up, letting Ophelia keep the one she had taken off him and gotten her lipstick on. He took a long drag, feeling the cool night air nip at his bare skin. He didn’t understand how Ophelia could stand wearing so little. Not that he was complaining, it was a nice view. Though Erik would never go there, she wasn’t his type, and it didn’t matter how long her Eric was dead, actually dead not just vampire dead, Erik would always think of Ophelia as Eric’s girl. Though that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate and leggy blonde in a very slutty nurses outfit.

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xxxxxx When Erik declined the human Ophelia simply grabbed the dead boy by the arms and threw him in a nearby trashcan. He can be someone else’s problem now she thought to herself. Listening to Erik she laughed at his comment about her human life, “And yet now look at me” she said as she gestured her hands down her body, she had screwed too many kings to think of herself as a low life anymore.

As Erik rambled on about some excuse for bring her outside Ophelia couldn’t help but roll her eyes, although when a comment was made about her time in Russia a sly smile picked up on her face. “They’re more badass than you could ever imagine,” Ophelia stated. She’s spend the majority of the last 200 years slaughtering towns across Russia, it was honestly the vampire dream life and she was sure no one could argue with that. Sadly she had to cut her dream life short for some doppelgangers, the struggle.

Sick of reminiscing about her Russian times, Ophelia clucked her tongue to the top of her mouth and shake her head. Like the demanding person Ophelia was she simply said, “Cut the shit, I have doppelgangers to find.”

After he answered Ophelia found herself once again rolling her eyes, a common thing for her. “What? It’s so irrational to just think I want to kill the doppelgangers?” she said innocently, her eyes growing wide as she bat her lashes and stuck out her bottom lip. Just as fast as she put on the show she lost it, a smug grin forming on her face, it was going to take more than that for Ophelia to talk about her true intentions. Instead she changed the subject.

“So Willow,” she started referring to the girl he was hitting on at the party, “has worn her age quite well has she not?” Ophelia stated trying to see if Erik could conjure up the memory of when they were first the first doppelgangers arose. “Or do you not remember?” she asked, taking another drag of her cigarette.

Willow was a witch during the first doppelgangers and Ophelia had this feeling her presence here had something to do with them being back, she just didn’t know what, but she surely would find out.

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“What? It’s so irrational to just think I want to kill the doppelgangers?” Ophelia said doing her best version of innocent. That to Erik's eyes didn't look even a little bit convincing.

"Because, that might accidentally coincide with you doing something good for other people," Erik replied, shrugging casually. In the whole time he had known Ophelia she was never an advocate for doing the right thing, or working for a greater good. Then he grinned in an unfriendly manner in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Which isn't really something people like you and me tend to do." Of course it didn't take Ophelia long to drop her charade and return to her much more natural state of smugness. Erik always felt she had an air of smugness around her, that she just gave off. That's not a criticism though, Erik always found it quite impressive.

Of course then she tactfully changed the subject. It was very obvious, but if she didn't want to talk real, that was fine. “So Willow has worn her age quite well has she not?”She said peering up at Erik from under her long lashes. She was playing coy, and Erik felt like he was being given an implied challenge. Unfortunately for Ophelia though, he wasn't big on playing along. “Or do you not remember?” She asked.

Erik just sighed taking a drag of his cigarette. The he shrugged half heartedly. "I have no talent for names and faces. You know I forget them as soon as they are out of my sight," Erik replied, already bored of this game. His eyes watching the faint lights coming from somewhere near the horizon. It was true, when you had seen so many people and learned so many names, you eventually just give up. Everything has two eyes, a nose and a mouth, past that, Erik finds it a bit hard to distinguish between people. "Should I have any idea what you are talking about?" He asked airily, feeling a little impatient. If Ophelia had something to say, she should just say it.

"Do you remember the place I had last time we were all here?" Erik asked suddenly, interrupting whatever Ophelia had wanted to tell him. His eye were looking over the rows of houses stretching out, and he was wondering if any of them were the one he used to live in. There were a lot of pictures he had left there when they had been forced to leave town. A lot of pieces of his physical memory he wanted back. "I'm trying to find it. I think it had red brick work?"

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xxxxxx Eric wasn't having her little chat about Willow. Shame, Ophelia thought to herself, as she was now convinced Willow would somehow help with her doppel-whatever issue. But since he had obviously had the memory equivalent to an old women trying to remember the day she was born she just simply rolled her eyes whilst letting him and his annoying accent blabber.

After he finished he asked the same question, he's quite repetitive if you ask Ophelia. Smugly smiling, knowing she had the knowledge Ophelia just shrugged. She could sense his anger toward her flippant attitude and said "A little impatient I see."

At some point Ophelia knew she should probably tell Erik about her plan before he lost interest but she couldn't help the cat and mouse game that she had so dearly come to enjoy. She sincerely loves to watch people beg for information, it one of her few joys in life, after killing of course.

His comment on the house made her once again roll her eyes. Taking a slow drag from her cigarette she looked around. "You can't even remember witchy let alone the color of an old house," Ophelia reminded him. Then simply because she had remembered the color of his house she said "Brown." She remembered everything about this little town.

Since Erik was being annoying and Ophelia's naturally competitive nature compelled her to annoy him right back she decided to once again change the subject.

"So wanna talk about your new boy toy you drug to the party today?" She said referring to the guy Erik had brought with him. "Still have to turn other vampires just to have friends?" She inquired. That was the reason he's turned Eric, she knew this because he'd told her. Erik and Eric were always very close friends.

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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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"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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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.