{{Name}}
Claudia Laire
{{Age}}
359
{{Gender}}
Transgender Woman
{{Hair Colour}}
Dark Brunette
{{Eye Colour}}
Dark Brown with flecks of Red
{{Height}}
5'11"
{{Likes}}
Iced Coffee | Romance Novels | Crafting
{{Dislikes}}
Horror Movies | Homophobes | Idiots
{{General Personality}}
As far as vampires go, I feel like I'm more tame than most. But do I enjoy ripping the heart out of a homophobic prick that doesn't know when to shut his mouth? Abso-fucking-lutely. Sit me down on a plush couch or chair with a good, smutty book and a bloody iced coffee and we will be best friends. It really doesn't take much to please me these days. The longer you live, the less thrill there is. At least to me.
Some vampires never get tired of the hunt. I'm too damned lazy nowadays to really bother unless it's necessary or a situation like I mentioned before. Horror movies got old fast, too. Most of them are just full of stereotypes and misinformation and are honestly just boring. Crafting became my favourite pastime because it's fairly mindless and creating something with my hands gives me satisfaction, especially after so many years of killing. So naturally it just made sense for me to pick up night shifts at the local craft store.
{{Brief History}}
I grew up in a shitty Podunk town that I won't even bother to name, and my parents were lackluster at best. They weren't the worst, but they weren't the best either. I took care of my younger two siblings for most of our lives growing up, but I think they turned out pretty okay. Too bad everyone from that part of my life is long dead and gone. But that's the reality of being immortal.
It wasn't even my choice either. Stupid prick bit me before I even knew what was happening, and he just smirked and walked away, leaving me to deal with the aftermath. The very, very bloody aftermath. Being only 23 at the time, I couldn't control my thirst very well for the first couple of decades, but I eventually got my shit under control. Now I specifically targeted assholes of just about any kind.
As an vid romance novel reader, I constantly daydreamed of what it would be like if I could just live a normal existence, to settle down with someone and making a life for god's sake. It just wasn't in the cards for me though, and I came to terms with that years ago. But that didn't stop me from fantasizing about the possibility.
Now I was holed up in this creepy little town that always felt like fucking Halloween. I didn't mind it, even though it was definitely a little bit psychotic. Most of the stores were open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, including Revamped In Pieces, the craft store I'd started taking shifts at. The other employees were nice enough, except fucking "Van Hellsing." That's not his real name of course but he acts enough like it.
And that's where the story begins....
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