A BALANCE HAS SHIFTED

Avery — 26 — Vampire Distant, quiet and alone. Building to become what she once was. Ever battling the hunger that rumbles deep inside of her.

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Every post below this line was for Avery Weaver. 

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bad parenting;

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magdalenakaminski:

Lena made her way towards the backyard, noting with despair how the viscous trail of blood had sludged onto the grass and the steps. Her garden was her sanctuary, now, it would be marred with the heaviness of death; and pockmarked with the ugliness of a scorched patch. “It’s alright,” she soothed, assuming her matronly role when she approached the fledgling. Her intentions had been honourable, that was what mattered.

“We’ll have to get rid of them,” the vampiress said, studying the states of the bodies. The chef was crumpled and bent at an interesting angle, Avery’s strength had broken limbs in rigamortis. She frowned, despite herself. “I don’t think anyone will notice a fire, not on a day like today. There’s hickory chips in the shed, it’ll smell like a smoker.” Her calm was strange, psychotic to anyone unused to a long history of ‘accidents’. “Were they dead when you returned?” Concern ebbed back onto her features, “Are you alright?”

It was a broken smile that was met with Lena’s reassurance. The fact that her first instinct was to pile up the bodies and perhaps dig a grave had become normal was troubling and sat with a heavy heart. “It’s sad. I don’t understand why so many people died. What happened?” She didn’t expect an answer from the vampire who had taken her in so kindly, but the thought was still uttered out loud. 

The blonde was quick to find the hickory chips mentioned and answered all questions upon returning. “Yes, they were. All of them. I walked in and they were all just lying there. I didn’t know if someone had gotten inside but..it seemed like chaos down the block as well? I’m alright though, I was visiting the Pandemonium. Henryk was putting on an event for Halloween. I think I was lucky, I was about to come home but I heard howling and went back inside.” 

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a-painintheneck:

Blonde and beautiful. Those words were not very descriptive. Avery could be talking about anyone in town. But then she mentioned her name and it caused him to chuckle. Of course she would refer to herself as his sister. ❝Yes, my beloved sister. We are close.❞ They shared blood and were haunted by the same demons. ❝I made her.❞ Although, some might argue that it worked the other way around. That Anne had made him. Malachi did not remember much of his time as a vampire before turning Anne. It was all a blur of death and blood without focus. Then she came along and she helped him connect with his own beast. The conversation turned into something a lot more personal, which made Malachi slightly uncomfortable for a second. Only for a second. And only because he didn’t like thinking about the family he once had. He didn’t like to think of the time when he wasn’t a vampire. ❝I did. Four brothers.❞ He sighed and then gave Avery a soft smile. ❝What about you? Any family ties?❞

“Made her? As in...a vampire?” Avery questioned carefully. The topic seemed taboo if only because she did not understand the concept of sires and her own transition. The night still haunted her even if she was becoming more antiquated with the aftermath of her change. “Can I ask how that works or is that some..sort of secret?” Why would it be a secret? The question seemed silly as soon as it left her lips but many cultures tied their rituals into secrecy. Caught up in her own insecurity she missed the sigh that escaped Malachi’s lips prior to his answer. “What were they like? Can I ask that as well?” She felt cautious all of a sudden, despite her pull towards him. Perhaps it was her second run in with Carmilla or the introduction with Anne. A fear of crossing boundaries. “Ah yes, I have, or had I guess, my mother back home and a big sister but she left when she was eighteen and I haven’t heard from her since.” 

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30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

“I owe everything I have to Lena, so whatever she needed me to grab, I would.”

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

“I’ll never take another sunrise for granted again.”

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3. The person you would never want to meet?

“You know, it’s still up in the air because I have a lot of questions but sometimes I wonder if it’d be better if I never met my sire. I’m not entirely sure if I’d be a good thing or a bad thing? It’s something I think about a lot.” 

13. Your worst enemy?

“Do I get bonus points for comedy if I say my fangs?” 

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

“I’m kind of terrified of myself, sometimes...”

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10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

“Sleeping! It’s amazing actually being able to explore during the day again. My schedule is back to normal.”

12. Who told you they loved you last?

“I, uh..don’t remember to be honest.”

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

“Do historical figures count? Hitler comes to mind?” Maybe my sire.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

“I don’t really like this question, or the context it propagates.” 

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

“Um, I’ve never thought too much about it. My mom always said I had pretty eyes but I had one friend who always said she like my lips. Is that weird to say?”

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

“I imagine I’d still looked the same, just with shorter hair? I’d probably see how hard it was to pick up a girl in a bar. Men are always complaining about that.”

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31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

"I’m afraid I’ll have to answer this unoriginally and say I still wish to erase the night I was changed.”

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bad parenting;

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While she had confirmed the safety of Henryk and Damien, it wasn’t until Lena was leaving latter’s home that she realized something grave. She had forgotten all about Avery. Such things weren’t amended easily, the vampiress chided herself, racing back to her home. When she pushed back into the parlour, she nearly stumbled over the plethora of packages and bags that she had brought home with her, raising her voice as she called for the fledgling.

In her kitchen, Magdalena paused, stilling herself and listening intently through the home. An old house such as hers whispered things, there were no secrets to be kept in it’s creaking steps and in the way it groaned. She heard it then, the drag of something against grass. Lena spun, peering out the window to catch the blonde, soaked through in blood that she was certain was not her own, making a neat pile of what had once been her house staff. 

“Avery?”

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Avery had been wondering down the alley way home to Magdalena’s when her encounter with someone who’d sweet smell lured her in had been interrupted by a howl. Despite the absence of a moon, that howl could only mean one thing and she scurried her way back into Henryk’s establishment to wait out the night. It was one of the few things she’d come to learn all on her own, and probably the most important. Though, she didn’t know the difference between a werewolf and a berserker. 

When she finally arrived to the vampire’s home the next morning she was surprised to find the staff’s bodies already in stages on decomposition with insects buzzing about. The young woman wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but the first thought that past through her mind was that Magdalena might be unhappy finding this mess inside her home. She began dragging the weight outside, into the yard as to dispose of the mess. Old habits seem to die hard. 

It wasn’t until she heard her name being called that she looked up from her mess. “Lena?” She wiped away the liquid that found its way onto her forehead. “Oh, I’m sorry. This must be a strange sight. I didn’t really know what to do...”

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maevebrownes:

( avery weaver. )

A crafty smile fond it’s way to Maeve’s features. The lightness of Avery’s question shown in her eyes. Was the question coming from curiosity or innocence? Perhaps both. “I told him what he wanted to hear,” She gives an easy shrug, “Which was that he looked good and that I’d meet him outside in twenty if he paid for mine and my friends tab.” Maeve had always thrown the title of friends around loosely, most of the time it was against her better judgment.  And truthfully, it wasn’t that she trusted other easily, she just liked the reaction she received from people. Like Avery’s smile, for example. Someone who was having a tough night, who looked like she was alone at a club and deserved to smile. “I’m not going to meet him.“ Her nose wrinkles, shaking her head. "It’s not the greatest move, I know, but if he thinks I’m going to fuck him in an alley because he paid for drinks, I can rest peacefully thinking he deserved it.”

The revelation was enough to pull a giggle from the vampire’s lips after her brows unfurrowed. “Did you really? Did he really?” Another bit of laughter escaped before she continued. “Did he really think all it’d take was buying you a drink?” Stranger things had happened, but the nativity surrounding the man almost seemed innocent. The thought of his trusting nature stifled her giggles after a time. Perhaps he deserved it, but he seemed lucky a more devilish manipulation hadn’t grabbed hold of him. “I don’t think I would have ever thought of that, if I’m being honest but thank you for the drinks.” She sipped from her glass, the burn still barely present on a numbed tongue. “I don’t usually drink at bars, but they are always severely overpriced.”

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a-painintheneck:

Halloween came and went and not without stirring some trouble, just like he had predicted. And it was not like he was some kind of wizard or had a sixth sense about these things, it was just the most obvious outcome. He could not remember an event in Ashbourne that did not end in blood and tears and Halloween was not going to be the exception. Knowing the tree was back in business was a little unsettling, specially since it seemed to cause more trouble than it was worth. All it did was kill half the Ashbourne population and turn some werewolves into ravenous beasts. Bravo witches. As he was walking, contemplating life and other shenanigans, he stumbled upon a familiar face. Blond, cute, red lips that always looked too plump for her face. Avery greeted him and welcomed it with a smile of his own. She went along to mention his sister, which made him arch a brow in confusion.  ❝Sister? And what did this kind of sister looked like?❞

“Blonde, beautiful.” Sinister. The physical description of the woman slipped out easily; and though her sinister aura seemed a telling trait of her personality Avery kept that to herself. A mix between avoiding potentially offending the man before her and hiding away the fact that the fledgling did not enjoy the push to embrace vampirism in that form. “Anne. I met her at the Pandemonium party. I assume she intended that you two were close.” Although, the woman had no clue if the ties of family were rewritten in vampire culture. She imagined so, at the very least. A sort of kin tied together with a different bond of blood; nuclear families didn’t seem to exist. “Do you have any siblings? Er, uh, did you have any siblings.” The question slipped through with a curious smile, she knew very little, if anything at all about the history of the man who stood before her. 

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A newspaper was tucked beneath her arm as she settled into the coffee shop. She’d scrounged up a few coins to afford a nice morning in the crisp air. Though the shop seemed busy and crowded, on a full-stomach the dozens of hearts beating in her ears didn’t seem as drawing. Instead, she focused on the smell of milky coffee radiating from her cup and the information about the town’s recent happenings. “Excuse me, “ The blonde smiled at the woman she passed, the familiarity between her and herself becoming easier to recognize every day. “Do you mind if I take this seat, everyone seems to be enjoying the morning out today.”

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November 4th, 2017. 4pm. The Stalk Market flower shop. Ashbourne, Nova Scotia

Nobody liked an even playing field. Not vampire or werewolf, not fae or merfolk or any other creature. To be leveled so effortlessly, for the massive deaths to cross species without favoritism or mercy, was unsettling. Ashley didn’t get goosebumps often, but staring at withered husks of her own kind at the morgue had elicited that exact response. The danger had made itself clear here, pointed out that no one was immune to it, and though she sometimes fell into depressive daydreams of her own end, Ash knew that she wanted to be the one to make that call. She most definitely did not want some volatile magical darkness taking her out.

The shop called to her attentions, being the only flower distributor in town meant that they had a heaping helping of mourning arrangements to put together for those who would be having funerals. Condolence arrangements for loved ones trying to breathe past the heart ache as well, and of course the Mayor wanted lots of appropriately sympathetic arrangements for the vigil on the 5th. Without thought she’d dived into work, because this whole mess was just another tally on the list of things she couldn’t figure out how to fix, but flowers she could handle. With her shears in hand and ribbons ready to tie stems she could demonstrate the tiniest bit of control on her small corner of the town.

At the front of the shop the bell tinkled. Ash wouldn’t admit that she was tired, that she was still wearing the same clothes she’d flown back to town in, that she’d slept on the daybed in the backroom because she’d been too tired to trek upstairs to her apartment. Her eyes started to dart upwards, and she blew a wisp of blonde out of her face as she straightened. 

“If you’re here to request an arrangement it’s going to be a while. As you can see we’re slightly overwhelmed.”

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Avery was still a bit betwixted by the events of the town the past few days. It seemed unbelievable, a tale spun to scare the children away on the night of Halloween. So many deaths caused within one area. If she did not believe in the whispers of magic, she might have fallen into the thought up rumors of gas leaks and natural disasters. Still, the howls of wolves could now be heard nightly, even in the safety of the home Magdalena had extended to her. Strange how those howls use to haunt her only once a month. 

She had spent the day in the city center, attempting to occupy her mind as the sun shone through chilled air. It was miraculous that she could walk in daylight once again and she soaked up every minute of it. Avery strolled through the store, so many had been left unexplored despite her long-term presence near town. She couldn’t just continue relying on Magdalena’s kindness, she needed to regain her footing; receive an income. 

Avery had passed by the flower shop a few times and memories of her past always reappeared fondly but she hadn’t had the courage to enter the threshold until today. It was an assumption that the shop would be busy, perhaps in need of helping hands but what better business than dozens of funerals? Sometimes, those were her favorite arrangements. Messages of love and sympathy bundled into beautiful flowers. 

“Oh, no. I have no requests,” The blonde smiled at the woman who greeted her. “maybe you could use a helping hand? If I’m not being too forward.” She took a moment to gauge the woman’s potential reaction before continuing. 

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maevebrownes:

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“Two vodka shots,” Maeve repeats with the grin on her lips widening, showing teeth. Hands full, the bartender passes off their drinks and Maeve slides two shots over to the blonde. She gives a sad frown to the other as the words trail off. “Sorry to hear that,” The redhead says, then takes her two shots and tosses them to the back of her throat to try and miss the god awful taste from hitting her tongue, but no matter how many times she hopes to not taste the vodka, it always fails. Scrunching up her face, Mave puffs out her cheeks then goes for the third drink that’s in a glass. “Oh, it definitely will, but not only do you have booze now, you also have me.” Maeve states, downing the gin and tonic before gesturing to a different male stranger nearby. Pulling him close, she says a few things in his ear and after a few nods and the brushing of hands, the male takes out money and tosses it on the bar counter before turning to leave. “He paid for our drinks,” She explains shortly to the blonde, then gives a playful grin, “I’m Maeve.”

Avery quickly followed suit, it was easy to fall in line with someone so confident. The alcohol burned her tongue and she resisted choking after the second glass hit the bar top. She had never really enjoyed the sport of drinking, socially or otherwise. A taste she couldn’t get past unless she had reason too; a reason like tonight. The woman’s words brought a wide smile to her face, You also have me. She remembered a time when this was normal, meeting people at parties who were friendly and immediately inviting. “Thanks!” Her voice gently carried over the music before she watched as the woman waved down another man. Avery pushed the thought of Anne’s similar tactic just moments before. Cruelty didn’t seem to exist in her companion’s eyes the same way. “I’m Avery...uh, how exactly did you just do that?”

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“Oh yeah, just… send up the bat signal,” Danielle giggled in return, referencing her costume. she admittedly had more ‘super powers’ than batman did, that would be something she’d have to laugh with maeve or aurora about later. “A chicken on molly? Damn, where do you come up with that description?” She asked with amused surprise. 

Avery couldn’t help but follow the girls giggle. A classic costume all in its own; she looked down to her own clothing a simple 1940′s style borrowed from Magdalena’s closet. The woman’s comment kept the smile on her lips. “I’m not sure,” she tapped a finger to her temple, “it’s..uh, a wild place up there but surprisingly accurate description.” Avery was well aware how bad her rhythm was despite her love for watching people dance. “What about you?”

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