Her Life Is Her Art

Marie Blackwood 27 years old New Vampire Art Historian at the Met Recently made aware of the supernatural Unaffiliated “Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” • Thomas Merton

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                    “Marie—” Noah near exasperated, pulling her away from the exchange of guests that were filtered throughout the room. While the news of her becoming a vampire was surely disheartening to most, he had found newfound anticipation for such corruption. Noah was unfortunately more let down at the sever perturbation she seemed to suffer on a daily basis, akin to a constant existential crisis that drained all the fun out of it. “I thought you said you could handle this.” Much to his chagrin he had found himself trying to quell her inquietude for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that evening. 

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“I-I... I was wrong.” The new vampire replied as she looked to the ground. Marie feeling like an utter failure every time she tried to rejoin society. Sure, Alexandre had offered for her to eat from him... He just wasn’t there in the moment. “I don’t think I am ready... I want to go back home. Me coming here was a big mistake... There are too many people... I can here their hearts and the blood. I... I just don’t... I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

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the-emrys-bordeaux‌:

“No need to look at me like that,” Emrys commented as he emerged from the brambles holding a cat out in front of him. Emrys often rescued cats he found on the streets. He did his best to recuse all animals, but he had always been particularly fond of cats. Unfortunately, not all cats wanted to be rescued or realised that Emrys was only trying to help. “If this cat had bitten and scratched you as many times as it has me you’d be holding them like this too.” The cat had been badly tangled in the brambles, and Emrys had received numerous injuries whilst trying to free the stray. 

He was a Bordeaux, so he was safe to talk to. She knew that at least with Mallory and Noah. “It... It’s not you... It’s the blood. I am grossed out that it is making me hungry.” The vampire stated simply looking between the man and the cat.

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magngyen‌:

“And to think I missed this place,” she scoffed with a shake of her head turning around to look at the other in dismay. Nothing like being catcalled 48 hours after touching down in the city. “Come on. Let’s go eat.”

“I... I don’t know if that would be the best idea.” Marie stated. She was hungry and wasn’t even sure what to do anymore. Sure, she wanted to welcome back her friend... But... Her status in what she ate certainly had changed.

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mallorybordeaux‌:

She had an idea as to why. The mere thought of it made her want to grind her teeth in hatred. “I know. I know. That’s not important right now.”

“My life is never going to be normal again... Is it?” Marie asked clearly both scared and saddened at the thought.

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@shcmvs​:

“The maintenance man doesn’t want to be bothered? It’s his job. And we’ll be a hell of a lot nicer about it than most people. Which room is his, we’ll just slip a note under the door.” Sheamus noticed something off about Marie, almost immediately, he knew the girl too well to be completely fooled, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it either. “Another one of my secret hole in the wall places. Not so secret anymore, since Buzzfeed had to go and do an article on them, now the place is crawling with hipsters and teenagers, but still worth it. They’ve got these loaded nachos that are to die for.” Leading the way, he held out his arm for his friend to take. “You’re okay, right?”

“I mean... I am sure he’s a busy man...” Marie stated as she smiled at Sheamus though the smile was a little bit more forced and nervous than her normal one, but she tried to make it seem natural. “No. Sheamus. Really. It’s fine. We should go to dinner. Seriously. I like taking the stairs anyways.” The brunette wrapped her arm in his. Her skin icier than normal, or at least from what she could tell with how warm Sheamus felt now. The vampire recoiled at the temperature difference and hoped he wouldn’t notice too much. “Actually... I am a little cold... M-Maybe I should get an extra jacket before we go all the way down stairs... My blood has been a little thin recently.” Marie stated as she rubbed her hands against her arms like she remembered doing when she actually felt cold. “It sounds really good... Um... Yeah, I am fine... Why?” The vampire stated though she was constantly reminding herself not to stare at Sheamus’ neck.

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@pcltergcist​:

“Yeah, of course.” He did not like the thought – like most sane people he preferred his blood inside his body. But right now, the most important thing for him was to make sure that she would be okay, and young vampires couldn’t control themselves. This was the safest way for her to satisfy her thirst right now. He was confident in his ability to get out of her grip of she became… dangerous. “Shh… I promise that it’s okay, Ri… I know that this is crazy, and I know that this isn’t your fault.” He raised his hand, reaching for her cheek. “You’re not the first vampire I meet.”

“Alexandre. Don’t be ridiculous. I could kill you.” She replied as she bit down on her lower lip to prevent from crying more than she was. Marie was afraid because even know her attention was split between the man and how good his blood had tasted. She felt her fangs that seemed too large for her mouth and tried to fight it. “I... I’ve... I’ve killed someone...I don’t want to hurt you... I don’t even know how this happened... I have friends that are vampires... They said they’ll help me.” It took her a moment before she heard him say she wasn’t the first vampire he met. “Wait... Hold up... D-Did... Did you keep this stuff from me?... Were you?... Could you always walk through walls?... Even when we were engaged?” The brunette crossed her arms. 

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@mallorybordeaux​:

Mallory pulled back a bit to make eye contact with the young vampire. Letting her eyes dilated, she let the command roll of her tongue. “Breathe, you’re going to be okay.”

“Mal... I seriously don’t know how this happened.” Marie replied a little more composed. While she was still scared, she was also very confused.

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@pcltergcist​:

He took her in his arms, holding her tightly as the sobs caused her small frame to tremble. The rage in him roared fiercely, his fists balled up so tightly that his knuckles whitened, but there was nothing he could do for her. Resigned, he sighed, moving one hand up to her soft hair and brushing it from her face. He recognised the fear in her eyes, remembering the first two months of his new life as a shade. “Hey,” he said softly, gripping her arms and leaning back so that he could look her in the eyes. “I know that this feels terrible, Marie.” Lifting his hand, he reached up for the wound on his neck. “But it’s safe for you to drink from me,” he continued without hesitation. “I can take it. Just enough for you to be able to relax, okay? You won’t be able to hurt me.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. A puzzle expression mixing in with the fear in her bright, sky blue eyes. Marie didn’t understand. Now, he was inviting her to drink from him. “A-Are you sure?” She asked. Alexandre’s offer was more than she could ever ask of anyone. “How... How would it be safe?” The brunette was more worried about his own safety than remembering the fact he had magically appeared in her apparently as well as blinked through her hands once before. “I’ve... I’ve... Um...” The young vampire having a hard time admitting she’s killed others.

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@thelevivale:

“Regret?” Levi questioned her. “What is going on, Marie? Are you not sick? If there something more going on?” Of course he was concerned after hearing her speak and almost beg him to leave so nothing bad happened. “I don’t think I am going to catch whatever you have, Marie.”

“Levi... Please leave.” She felt tears coming to her eyes as her nails began to dig into her palms. She didn’t want to bite him. Marie just felt so hungry. His pulse and the blood rushing through his veins was not helping her restraint. “I-I don’t know how to explain it... I just... You can’t stay here.” Her voice slightly altered from the fangs that still felt too big for her mouth. Her blue eyes bright in contrast from the veins prominent underneath them.

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@mallorybordeaux​:

The Original shushed her softly, moving them back into the younger woman’s apartment and closing the door. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. I promise I’ve got you,” Mallory told her fiercely.

“How does this happen?” Marie asked through her tears. She was so confused. She did everything right like Mallory told her. She had the vervain. She wore the necklace. 

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@josefinexgatti​:

Josefine’s lips drew into a line as Marie spoke; she was intimately familiar with that feeling. While the gnawing, sanity-fraying sense of hunger had faded, the contagion brought out that same sort of feral hunger in almost every vampire in the citiy, herself included. It was time and experience that allowed their kind control, and the other woman had neither of those things yet. As they walked, she gave the woman another firm side hug.

“I… don’t know,” she said in response, her eyes on the sidewalk that passed under their feet as they walked. “I’m not close to either, but I don’t really see either of them at the Red Cross often. Not that I’m there much myself, though.” Another couple of blocks and they’d be to the place in question. “Though honestly, Mallory would be good with helping–Noah not so much. You should absolutely stay away from him,” she added, her eyebrows arching as she looked at the other. “Anyway. The Red Cross is… not everyone’s cup of tea. It’s a little on the head as far as the vampire stereotype goes. But you can buy blood bags there–that should keep you sated and less likely to kill more people. You’re not a monster, okay?”

Her blue eyes flickered to the woman. At least there was someone that could stop her from killing someone else at the moment. Marie didn’t want to hurt anyone. She felt the pit in her stomach when it came to the fact that she was officially both a murderer and a monster now. She just didn’t know how to stop. When the warm blood had began to flow past her lips, the world seemed to melt away.

The brunette nodded as Josefine talked about the Red Cross. Her eyebrows furrowed a little when she heard Josefine to tell her to stay away from Noah. “Why should I stay away from him? He was the first person to find me like this and he sort of helped when I was freaking out...” She didn’t know much about Noah’s vampire side. He had tried to distance himself from her almost as soon as she had actually found out about it unlike with Mallory who had tried to keep her informed. “Blood bags... Okay.”

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@pcltergcist​:

“Shot…” he echoed, his gaze following the movement of her hand on her chest. Someone had killed her, and he had not been there to save her. His anger shifted into despair, seeing the hardest choice he’d ever made crash down as a failure in front of him. Everything he had done to keep her out of harm’s way, the sacrifices and the sleepless nights. All for nothing. Marie Blackwood was a vampire, echoed his mind. Marie was dead, just like him. He sighed, releasing the wound on his neck. The blood loss was very light still, not even enough for him to feel light-headed. “I’m so sorry, just- just you breathe, okay? We’ll get through this…” There wasn’t much more to say. Bracing himself, he approached her again, his arms open to show that he wasn’t a threat. “How long has it been since you fed properly?” 

Marie nodded as she sobbed. It hurt. The fact that she was killed and now was dead hurt. There was no closure. When he asked who had done it, it made her feel even more alone in a sense. She didn’t know. Sure, she had all the vampires willing to take care of her. But who turned her? Who made her like this? She didn’t know. His blood still smelled fresh. It was still tempting. It took all her strength to just lie her head against his chest instead of taking back his neck for her own. She was still shaking against him as tears continued to fall. “Days... I-I... I drank from a waiter... So.. I-I locked myself in here...”

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@pcltergcist​:

She bit him. The shock stopped Alexandre from reacting for several seconds, his body freezing in her grip. She was drinking his blood. Marie Blackwood was a vampire. He vanished as soon as the realisation hit him, disappearing into thin air and leaving her standing alone. He did not wait long to become tangible again, standing on the other side if the room, palm pressed against his bleeding neck. “Oh my god,” he breathed, wide eyes studying her. “Who did this to you?” The question was more a hiss than anything, the rage filling him up. “Marie, you have to tell me who turned you. I swear to god I’ll fucking kill them for this…” 

Her eyes wide as Alexandre disappeared in her grasp. Was this even real? The blood felt real. It tasted real... It tasted wonderful. It was not long before she saw him reappear on the other side of the room with a bloody neck and the brunette was absolutely horrified. She did that. More tears rolling down her cheeks as she realized what had just happened. When he asked who did this, she shook her head. “I-I... I don’t know.” She replied shakily as more tears fell from her crystal eyes. “It was the day after Oktoberfest... I-I...” The shot rang in her head again as she clutched the part of the chest that the bullet when through. Marie began sobbing and shaking. “I... I... was shot... And...” Her breathing becoming heavy though she probably didn’t need to break. “I-I woke up... Like this.”

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@pcltergcist​:

He didn’t answer, still moving closer and closer. He’d have to come up with a reason for him being able to get inside the apartment later, right now his focus was on her. Alexandre felt a stone in his stomach when she broke out in tears, and it took a lot of willpower not to rush forward.  Once close enough to touch her, he reached out for her face, gently touching her cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly, “you don’t have to worry about that. Just breathe, alright?” His mind raced, trying to figure out what had happened to her. He wanted to know who was responsible for this fear in her bright eyes. With his free hand he reached for her waist, wanting to pull her into his arms. “Come here.”

She shook her head as she looked into his eyes when he told her that it was going to be okay. Marie knew that it wasn’t. A few stray tears actually rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at him. “Please don’t.” The vampire said softly as he began to pull her closer, but soon natural instinct kicked in. As he pulled her in, her fangs sunk into his neck breaking the skin. There was no gentleness or any form of delicate nature that one would assume the woman would have with someone she was so familiar with. Instead, the young vampire was focused too hard on getting a taste of the crimson liquid coursing through his body. It was something she had held her self back from for days after the dinner fiasco. Her more wild nature overriding the overwhelming guilt that she would feel the moment she let him go. 

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@pcltergcist​:

Alexandre stopped dead in his tracks, taken aback by her speed. He was too emotional to gather his thoughts and raised his hands in front of him. “Marie,” he repeated, taking a step closer. She looked pale, and the feral fear on her face made him horrified. “It’s just me.” The steps he took were slow, his hands still visible in front of him. “I’m here to help you, okay? Whatever’s happened I’m here for you.” The words came so naturally, echoes from promises he had made to her years ago. Although he had broken many of them, some would stand forever. “Marie, please…” 

“No.. You can’t be here right now..” Her Netflix was still playing in the background though her sole attention was turned towards the man in front of her. “I don’t even know how you got in...” She said softly. Her eyebrows furrowed a little together as confusion seeped into the fearful expression on her face. “I don’t think you can help me... I don’t want you to... I-I...” Tears began to flood the rim of her waterline. She couldn’t even go out to dinner with Sheamus without messing up... She was definitely not the perfection loving, control freak that he would be used to. “I’m not myself right now... I don’t want to hurt you.” Her sky blue eyes pleading with Alexandre to leave.

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@pcltergcist​:

Alexandre stood outside Marie’s place at Upper East Side, knocking firmly at her door. He was not the kind to worry without a reason, mostly because he was incredibly passionate of never thinking about consequences. Marie Blackwood was an exception, one of the few people who turned him into the embodiment of empathy and protection. Minutes passed and there was no reply. He hadn’t heard from her for weeks, and with everything going on in the city, he feared the worst. When no reply came after more knocks, he glanced around to make sure that no one was watching, and then walked straight through the door. Becoming tangible on the other side, he had the intention to look for clues of where she could have gone, but instead he found her. She was sitting alone on the sofa, not even looking up at him. The worry did not let him go just yet, and exasperated, he moved closer to her.

“Marie,” he said softly, the worry clear in his voice. “I’ve been worried out of my fucking mind. What the hell is going on?”

After dining on a waiter during dinner with Sheamus, Marie went back into hiding. Josefine had been nice to show her Red Cross, but the new vampire felt it was a little far and she could put more people in danger trying to get to it then what it was worth. So here she was, curled up on her couch in fear. The fear that Noah told her to let him take care of and that he would take away. But still, she felt very new to all of this. Not to mention the longer she stayed in her apartment, the hungrier she seemed to get. She was watching The Haunting of Hill House in hopes that maybe the horror show would make her life feel a little less scary when she heard a voice, though familiar out of no where. Marie knew her door didn’t open because she would have heard it with her weirdly enhanced senses. The brunette screamed and with vampiric speed backed off of her couch and was against the wall furtherest away from Alexandre. Was this a hallucination for her not eating enough? She did look a little paler, weaker than normal. 

“Please don’t come any closer.” The new vampire begged. Her bright blue eyes terrified as she realized even as a potential hulucination, he smelled pretty good.