* burn the witch !

an indie oc inspired by my own novel. written by Shane.

[burninq-a]

"BURN THE WITCH!!!" they screamed, dragging you to the stake. you had no choice but to accept your fate, eyes glimmering in the darkness, as your father watches from afar. he betrayed you, cast you aside with your mother and brother. how could he? he saved his skin and left you to suffer. "BURN THE WITCH!!!" they screamed in joy when the match was lit. you screamed in agony as the fire touched your skin, your once friend now your enemy. you wouldn't forget this. when you come back, they will all pay for the sins they had made. A FANDOMLESS OC . written & loved by Shane. he/she/they. 29. mountain standard time. navigation: about. rules. blogroll: chosesun, deceivesthem, heartspower, hisromance, investighost, ravenshour, telepaethy, wolfpawed

[burninq-a]

this blog is now an archive. you can find Calcifer over at @burninq :]

[choserage]

             instantly she feels regret and not that she’d finally given in. no, what she regretted was the question she’d asked. his reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed and the familiar anger returns in her that she’d seen it. that was the price of being seen, wasn’t it? reciprocation went both ways and once again she’s reminded of how much she hates it. every time she forgot that one fact, it would come back to bite her in the ass like this.            in the act of getting to know each other she had inadvertently hurt him, as she knew deep down she would if they went down this route. this is why she refused to know anyone or be known; it got so tiring hurting someone when she didn’t mean to. it hadn’t been intentional or even vindictive, simply an effort to put them on equal footing again. he’d shared a story and she’d offered a secret so it seemed like the most logical direction to go from there. 

              for a second she had a half a mind to call the whole thing off and go back to their usual interactions. it felt too intimate, too personal. like she’d just seen something she shouldn’t. she knew it’d be cowardly to retreat yet that doesn’t stop her from wanting to. “i’m sorry. i hope asking didn’t rub salt in the wound.” that’s what her kind was best at. there was no satisfaction in seeing the hurt you caused, whether by a question or thoughtless comment. then again, she mused as she looked away, very rarely can anything she said be considered thoughtless. quite the opposite really, given how much she chose not to say. it almost made her want to lash out, convinced they wouldn’t be in this situation if he would just leave well enough alone. “it’s your turn to tell a story now,” she mutters with half-hearted humor, “it doesn’t have to be about that though.”

[burninq-a]

Calcifer senses that something has changed. the moment he spoke about his brother, he knew he'd opened up a door that shouldn't have opened. her reaction was enough evidence of that as he lifts his head to look at her, his expression unchanged.

there's a lot about Calcifer that no one knows. he doesn't talk about his past for a reason- sometimes he talks about becoming a vampire and the betrayal of his father . . . sometimes he talks about the trials, but it's all so impersonal. he never attaches feeling to it. he removes himself from it in order to explain himself properly, without emotion. it was easier to explain things away when you refuse to acknowledge your feelings about it. at least that's what he told himself every time he placed himself outside of his footsteps. in the present moment, Cal had allowed himself to feel for a fraction of a second before shutting it down, slamming the book closed as quickly as he'd opened it, but it had still been too late. she had seen him. she read the pages he had tried to hide behind and it left him feeling vulnerable and uncertain. he doesn't like those feelings. they're too human for him- he hasn't been human for a very long time.

there's consideration in his gaze as he looks at her now, listening to her as she speaks. he feels his lips twitch at the makings of a smile as he exhales a calming breath. yes, he can do this without putting too much emotion in it. he can manage just fine.

"i had a brother named Edward. he was named after my father- what being the first born and all. but Edward wasn't like my father in the slightest. he was brave and caring and he had a real knack for green magic. you know, like plants and stuff. he had a green thumb, too. while my mother killed everything she touched, he was able to bring it back to life. everything grew around him. it's ironic, really, because my brother could create life . . . and there i was, burning it all to the ground." his brother had been his best friend, though. someone he thought would be with him forever and he supposes he is in a way. "Edward was the only one who knew the fires were because of me. well, he was the only one who confronted me about it, anyways. i'm sure my mother knew." he chuckles, folding his hands together as he speaks. "he was always such a goody-good kid. he didn't want anyone to get hurt- but when bigger kids messed with me, they had to answer to my big brother. one time when a kid was being especially nasty, he covered him in poison ivy. he may not have understood me, my brother, but he would never let anyone hurt me."

[archived-mikaels0n-writing]

Didn't he usually leave a trail of dead bodies? Usually noone found them because he took care of the disposal in time. So this was a different situation, especially sinceElijah was trying to keep a close eye on his enemies. Hedidn't want to fall into an ambush.

The original vampire smiled coolly at Calcifer's ambitions. His efforts to hear from Elijah were obvious and thevampire wanted to play along a little, wanted to knowmore, but in the end it didn't matter. He stood up for hisstandards, even if he broke them if he had to. In hisdeepest mind, the ‘red door’ didn't exist for nothing.

„Wouldn't a warning have been enough? Broken bones?“ Amused, he looked at the dead body. How many times hadhe killed? Just like that? His lips curled as he looked back at the other man.

„Good, the body should disappear inconspicuously. Otherwise too many people will ask,“ he ended hismonologue without further ado. He shoved his hands intothe jacket pocket of his woollen coat.

„Did he have any useful information?“

If the dead man had at least known something that was useful and he wasn't allowed to share this knowledge, hisdeath wouldn't have been quite so pointless. At least that'swhat Elijah told himself. The way Calcifer looked, though, the answer was no. But you never knew.

„And you should wash up too,“ the original vampiremuttered, handing the other a cloth handkerchief.

[burninq-a]

Calcifer was known for more than just casual killing, but he wanted to show that he could do it if he really wanted to- that he didn't have to play with his food. as complex as it may seem, Calcifer had a sort of ideology he liked to follow and at that exact moment, his ideology surrounded Elijah. while his ideology could change depending on his mood, he's fit his personality to suit the original to his liking. he placed him right smack in the middle of all of his ideologies and considered him to be a prime example of what to strive for. because of that, his thought process changed in order to appease him. he can adjust in order to fit the mold.

"if i would have left him with just broken bones, he'd know who i am," he explains calmly, watching Elijah with keen interest, his head cocked to the side. "then again, i could have compelled him to forget, but that defeats the whole purpose of breaking his bones, doesn't it?" he's curious to know how Elijah feels about what Calcifer has done and judging by his reaction, he's likely done him more of a favor than anything else. it's unfortunate that the man had no useful information to give- just a pesky human looking to start trouble for no reason other than to stroke his own ego. good riddance, honestly.

"i'll burn him, don't worry. there'll be nothing left when i'm done with him." he takes the handkerchief from Elijah and cleans himself up to the best of his ability- his hands dirtied by his victim's insides. at least he didn't get any blood on his shirt this time. he managed a fairly clean kill this time around. "shall i burn this as well?" he asks, holding up the now soiled handkerchief. it would be disrespectful to offer it back to Elijah after all and Calcifer is all about respect.

"and to answer your question, no. he didn't know anything useful. just some idiot trying to make himself big. really, it's his own fault for getting himself killed. he knew what he was up against and yet he still ran his mouth."

[probuccalfat]

i am going to freak out! and not in a way anyone finds endearing or relatable

[malefici0-deactivated20250417]

Vee draws the jacket around herself, a soft sigh of relief leaving her at its gentle warmth. "We're opposites - I run cold most of the time." Her necromantic abilities have settled into her body, a permanent chill in her bones. "So - What are you doing with yourself these days? Aside from being a gentleman, apparently."

[burninq-a]

Calcifer nods. he assumed as such. she looked cold- and not because of her attitude either, mind you. he finds her quite lovely if he were to be honest with himself, in which he always is. he watches her for a moment, considering, before he speaks, that smile still on his face. "i'm a historian. i like history. no surprise there, i suppose." he sits down next to her then, folding his hands together. "doing a lot of research on the Salem witch trials. guess you could say i'm obsessed." as if he needs anymore information- they both know he lived it. "what about you ?? what have you been doing all this time?"

[thcmcnstcr-archived]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Setting her coffee down on the table in front of her carefully before seating herself across from him, she let a smile pull up on her features. While she kept a relatively cool exterior, she was almost sort of wishing Raz was there for her to yell at. Now what? She did what he had told her, and now she didn't know what or who it had led her to, or why it would have. She highly doubted whatever weirdness the angels had bestowed upon her existence was drawing her towards men with pretty blue eyes, even though his were the prettiest she could recall seeing.

"Thanks, I just, um... I guess I was getting lonely over there. Been a long day," she said with a chuckle, making herself look away from him and towards the large windows at the front of the shop. It was a poor way to hide the way her cheeks had grown rosy in her embarrassment, but she was doing her best to seem confident, and blatantly hiding one's face didn't exactly scream I know what I'm doing.

A sip of her coffee, and she tried to steady her thoughts. Whatever was drawing her towards him... She doubted she was going to be able to get that kind of information out of him without him noticing something was off about her, and she couldn't afford a slip-up. Being careful about this was going to be important. Why did angels have to speak in riddles? What did Raz have against answering simple questions?

"I like your eyes, by the way."

[burninq-a]

Calcifer watched quietly as the girl set her coffee down on the table before sitting down across from him. he doesn't say anything at first -not really sure what he could possibly say to her at this moment- and instead focuses on watching her. she's small, has a petite figure, and his senses are going on overdrive trying to put a name to the feeling in his chest. there's something peculiar about her that has him curious; he's certain he hasn't met someone like her before and that's saying something considering he's been around for over three hundred years. still, he recognizes that she's unusual. maybe he's met others like her, but the weird feeling that's amounted in his chest would tell him otherwise. she's something new- something he simply hasn't encountered before.

and because he hasn't encountered someone like her before, his curiosity simply isn't satiated enough by allowing her to sit at his table. no, his curiosity begs for something more. he wants to know her, to understand her. he's not sure why that is yet. there's been few in his life that makes him feel this way and he's not sure why a complete stranger has turned all the knobs on inside his head, but here he is, completely attuned to her.

"i understand," he says, fixing her with a smile he's been told is charming. he places his arms folded across his laptop, leaning across the table as he looks her over, that curiosity still present at the forefront of his mind. "and thank you. i can't tell you how many times i hear that- i've been told they're magnetic. i tend to pull people in without realizing that's what i'm doing. case in point-" he gestures towards her with a lopsided grin. "-you were just sitting across the room from me and now here you are. isn't that funny?" he chuckles and holds out his hand. "my name is Calcifer."

[burninq-a]

🤛🏽 - To offer my muse your wrist to drink from. 👀

he looks at her, uncertain. there's few things that they haven't done, but drinking from each other . . . that's something Calcifer seems hesitant on. it's been a while since he's drank from someone he considers a partner and he doesn't know how he feels about the offer, looking between her wrist and her face, face pulled downwards into a frown. "what . . .?" the last time he drank from someone in a romantic sense was a long time ago- Brendon was the last one he drank from and now that he was being offered, he didn't know what to think. Calcifer trusted Annie, but this . . . this seemed too soon. he isn't sure if he's ready for that.

however, as he looks at Annie and sees the love in her eyes, something in him breaks. he feels himself soften at the edges, his shoulders sagging as he carefully takes her wrist into his hands. "are you sure?" he asks, his voice as gentle as his touch. for someone who is usually rough in nature, it's unusual to see him so soft. but with Annie, he could be just about anything.

then, seeing the certainty in her eyes, he nods his head briefly, making his decision and extracts his canines, biting into her wrist a moment later. unlike usual, he takes a sip of her blood, letting it flow through him as he sighs, pulling her arm closer to him as he took another sip, just a little drink, just enough to feel her blood flowing. then, he pulls away, retracting his fangs and letting her arm go. he takes her into his arms next, wrapping them around her waist as he lets his head fall against her shoulder, breathing in her scent. "you amaze me, did you know?" he whispers, drawing patterns in her skin with a featherlight touch. he doesn't say it, but he thinks she knows.

@flappervcmp

[downs1de-has-moved]

HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@burninq: "Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were having a state-the-obvious contest."

Maybe it was the scenery that kept him on high alert: the dimly lit alley, a narrow passageway where a damp chill hung in the air, with shadows cast from the street as the last pedestrians made their way home.

But Dean has most of his cards on Calcifer’s fangs, now out for display. He’d noticed something strange emanating from the man before, but he doesn’t trust most people, so he assumed it had been for entirely human reasons.

When he states the obvious—that the other’s a vampire—it’s more as a comment made in passing than anything else, cursing himself for not carrying the weaponry necessary to keep himself safe in case things go south, but Calcifer takes the opportunity to sprinkle some sass in, to which Dean responds with a huff.

"Well, duh…"

His hand slips to where it meets the gun tucked into the back of his jeans, but he doesn’t move to pull it out.

"And now for the big question: you out for my blood?"

[burninq-a]

Calcifer has a tendency to be sassy when given the right opportunity and when that opportunity presented itself, he was hardly going to pass it up. this moment with Dean is one of these moments where he dabbles in a little fun and with a mirthless smile on his face. sass is something he's good at- something he finds enjoyment in when he's not committing atrocities.

luckily for Dean, Calcifer has already eaten. he has no interest in indulging on the hunter. he simply wanted to see what would happen if he came toe to toe with him. consider him a bit of a masochist- he's eager to see this one play out.

he notes the hand disappearing back to where a gun must be, but his eyes don't remain there for long. instead, he's back to looking at Dean with that same smile on his face, placing a hand over his undead beating heart. "me ?? out for your blood ?? darling, i don't drink from people like you. not unless you attack me first. that and i've already eaten. i'm simply stating a fact: i am a vampire. would it have been better had i lied and you found out on your own?"

[burninq-a]

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

he leans in, breathing her in, as he offers a faint smile, his eyes drifted closed. "starved, huh?" he repeats, licking his lips as he leans in, pressing his head into the crook of her neck. he presses a light kiss here and there; he's pleased to hear her speak something so romantic, his smile widening ever so slightly. "as am i, my dear." he presses another kiss. "as am i." then, he's shifting his body, his eyes open as he's angling himself towards her to lean in and kiss her gently on the lips. "you drive me crazy every moment of every day." another kiss, pressed harder this time as he pushes himself closer to her, wrapping his arms around her as he pulls her into his lap. "i can't stop thinking about you." he kisses her again and again and again. "you have absolutely bewitched me. i am yours and you . . . you are all mine."

he moves his mouth to her neck, pressing kisses here and there as well, wanting to show her as much love as he possibly can. wanting to overwhelm her with it; he wants to drown her in it. "no one else can have you." he purrs against her skin, leaving a love bite here. "you belong to me and only me. just the idea of anyone else having you . . . i couldn't bare it." another light kiss followed by another bite. "you belong to me. i want to hear you say it. say you belong to me." nails dig into her flesh where he's holding her by her hips, eager to hear her say the words. she belongs to him and he won't have it any other way.

@flappervcmp

[downs1de-has-moved]

HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@burninq: "I said I was an addict. I didn't say I had a problem."

Sam is sitting across the table from Calcifer in a brightly lit diner. On the wall, a clock reads two-thirty in the morning.

The coffee in the mug between his hands is lukewarm, not that it really matters to him since he’s not drinking it anyway, more focused on the other man whose eyes are fixed on the floor as if there are answers hidden in the worn-out tiles.

To what question? He isn’t sure.

When Calcifer speaks, Sam’s expression contorts, eyes narrowing slightly as he absorbs the comment. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at the black liquid in his cup.

"Do you really believe that?"

[burninq-a]

Calcifer is quiet following his statement. it's difficult to digest, the fact that he'd just admitted he had a problem to begin with. he wasn't good at this- this "getting-to-know-people" thing. he doesn't have friends. he keeps to himself for the most part and if it wasn't for Sam, he'd probably be completely alone with his denial hanging heavy in the air. yet here he feels comfortable enough to spit out the truth, feeling it seep through his bones. he trusts Sam. he doesn't know why- knows that he shouldn't, all things considered. Sam isn't safe for him to know, but he's an adrenaline junkie, it isn't something that can be helped. he likes the idea of poking the bear, playing with fire. it ignites something inside of him that he can't seem to contain.

he feels himself exhale as he moves his eyes upwards to look at Sam. Sam isn't looking back and Calcifer finds relief in that for the moment. he doesn't know what he'd do if Sam were to look back at him- what he'd find in those haunting eyes of his. he's not sure he'd like to find out.

"no," he says after a moment, shifting his weight as his hands circle around his coffee mug. he hates how bright it is in this building. it hurts his eyes. "but if i continue to tell myself that, maybe i'll eventually believe it."

[erinnya-deactivated20260501]

Harriet feels a shiver travel down her spine as his hand brushes away the strands of her hair. It’s a ghost of a touch, but it’s enough to make her breath hitch, to send her heart hammering in her chest. Fear wells up inside her, clawing at her insides, screaming at her to run. But the darkness, the rotten darkness demands something else entirely. It swells and surges, wrapping itself around her thoughts, tightening its hold on her body. It’s not afraid. It’s hungry. And it’s tired of Harriet trying to keep it chained. It needs to teach her a lesson.

She can feel it now, pulling her strings, guiding her lips as they curve into a smile that isn’t entirely her own. Her voice slips out, low and almost teasing, despite the panic hammering in the back of her mind. “Do you like it better when I give myself to you?” she murmurs, her tone laced with a dangerous softness, as though she’s testing what's between them. “Or do you prefer a challenge?” Her hazel eyes glint up at him, wide and glistening with a mix of fear and something else. An invitation that she doesn’t fully comprehend but can’t seem to take back.

She feels his breath on her skin, a warm reminder of just how close he is. His fingers rest at the nape of her neck, a gentle but unmistakable claim. The darkness in her purrs with delight, amused by how easily he’s closing in, how deeply he’s sinking his claws into this moment. Harriet’s human side, though, is trembling beneath the surface, straining against the pull, desperate to flee.

But she can’t run. The darkness is showing her that she doesn’t have a choice, it won’t let her. It makes her lean in, just a fraction, enough to feel the heat of his body, to close the distance until the air between them is scarce. Her lips part ever so slightly, and a breath escapes, her eyes locking onto his with a reckless glint. “So tell me, what do you enjoy more?” she asks, her voice a quiet challenge that trembles with something darker than fear. “When your prey surrenders, or when it tries to escape?”

The words feel foreign on her tongue, like a line spoken by someone else entirely, but there’s no mistaking the thrill that courses through her, mixing with her terror. It’s a dangerous game they’re playing, but the darkness within her is all too eager to see how far it can go. How far it can push her before she breaks.

[burninq-a]

Calcifer is more than delighted when he succeeds in pulling out her darkness. he had sensed it from the moment he'd approached her and now that he's gotten her right where he wants her, he could feel it dancing in front of him- taunting him in ways he enjoys. he enjoys the thrill of the chase, the game that they're playing . . . it gets his blood pumping, the adrenaline speeding away, enticing him. her darkness is enticing him and he enjoys every single moment of it.

he brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face. touches her just enough to show her that he likes this change- likes the way she makes him feel; the purr leaves his throat as he leans in close, breathing in the same air as she. "what do you think?" he questions, letting his second hand cup her face as he leans in close, close enough to kiss her, their lips only just brushing as he speaks. then, he leans back- taking away what he's given her.

the game they're playing is dangerous, but not because he's dangerous . . . oh no. he could very easily take whatever he wanted. he knew that. she knew that. he was playing because he wanted to see what she would do. what would she try to do in order to survive ?? does she think she can survive in this situation ?? and if so- what was she willing to do to make that happen ?? it's dangerous because he knows what he'd do if he were in her situation, but unfortunately for her, she has no idea what evil she's playing with. she doesn't know the kind of danger she's really in.

well, if he had any intention of killing her, that is. fortunately for her, Calcifer's plans have nothing to do with killing her. no, he has other plans for her. he has something far more interesting for her. now it's time to see if she'll take the bait. if she'll fall for the trap he's laid out. and so far, she's grabbing at him, proving exactly what he's expected of her.

"you, my dear, are more than just prey," he purrs, tightening his hold on her. he's showing her what power he has, what power she lacks . . . what power she could have if she accepts him. "but don't worry, i have plans for you. i want you in ways you couldn't even imagine." he knows how it sounds and he does nothing to steer the thought away, his head cocked to the side as he breathes her in. "what do you think i have planned for you?" he breathes, trailing fingers up and down her neck. "are you to be my dinner or are you going to be so much more ?? will you run or will you give in to your desires?"

[burninq-a]

“   I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams.   ”

Calcifer's heard a lot of stupid shit, but this has to be in the top five he finds absolutely ridiculous. he looks at her, his eyebrows raised towards his hairline as he tries to piece together everything she had just said. "you only get your news . . . from cryptic symbolism in your dreams." it isn't a question. he's staring blankly at her, his arms carefully folding over her chest. "tell me, how on earth are you still alive if that's the case ?? how have you not been killed?" it's a genuine question as he looks at her, confusion flitting across his face. there are some people he just won't ever understand and maybe she's one of them.

@foxrensics

[handlcd]

Men used their mouths to talk. It's the first thing they weaponize from when they're young but the men Lila seemed to meet seemed to lack the ability to eat in a tidy manner. She moved forward, not thinking and, if he allowed it, she'd reach up to swipe her thumb along the corner of his mouth. She'd give a few swipes before meeting his eyes. 

❝ There we are. A proper TAX PAYER. ❞

She'd turn to reach into the pocket of her dress. Her camera was untraditionally small but the technology was there and she'd motion behind him. 

❝ Mind if I get my picture? I don't want to be buried in PAPERWORK. ❞

[burninq-a]

he lets her do as she pleases, his head cocked to the side as he watches her lift her digit to swipe away any excess blood from his mouth. the fact that she wasn't afraid after what she witnessed entices him, his breath held as he continues to do nothing but watch. he meets her eyes and feels a grin pulling at the corners of his lips as he exhales. "thank you," he says, blinking at her not unlike a feral cat trusting a human for the first time. he might as well just nudge his head for her to pet with how he's suddenly acting.

he takes a step away from the man, getting out of camera lens. "go right ahead. i won't stop you." he finds it fascinating- he's not so sure what her job is, but clearly she had an interesting one. while he hadn't intended to help anyone complete their task, he's sort of pleased he was able to help her succeed, even if he'd mostly come here for a snack. "i will be burning him after you're done. can't have my fingerprints all over him. i'm sure you understand." he doesn't even have fingerprints anymore; they were burned by his own flame.

[unholydeeds]

@burninq wants to play with the devil.

The academy was eerily quiet tonight.    Witches and warlocks alike were in the back,    deep within the woods,     participating in the black mass.    A night where they celebrated the dark lord,    participating in the most depraved acts,   orgies,  not only that but by night's end,    a young virgin would be sacrificed to him.    What they didn’t know was that Satan was amongst them tonight,    the academy wasn’t empty.    Tonight,   there will be a guest.    An invitation had been sent out,    made out to a certain witch turned vampire Calcifer.    Oh,     how Satan had been watching,    and listening for quite a while.     There wasn’t anything he didn’t know about the male.     It was a guarantee that he would show up,    and Satan was waiting for it.     He had a deal that not even the witch could deny.     This one piqued Satan’s interest,   and he wanted the male to join,     all he needed to do was get him to write his name in the book of the beast.    Candles lit up the otherwise darkened office.    Satan sat at the desk,    patiently waiting for the arrival of his guest.     Digits ran through the matted fur of an ungodly creature,    stinking saliva trickled down its massive jaws,   a deep guttural growl vibrating in its throat,   a beast,    a loyal servant to Satan.   There were more of these massive creatures in the woods,   even around the academy itself,    nightmarish monsters awaited.       The dark lord’s gaze rose toward the door.     The male was here,    he could feel his presence before he ever stepped foot into the building.     A wicked grin pulled at the corners of his lips.      Before a knock could even occur, he called out. “Enter,    Calcifer,   please take a seat.    We have much to discuss.”     The door opened on it’s own accord by an unseen force,    waiting for the witch to enter.    Once he did,    the door shut behind him.

[burninq-a]

Calcifer didn't know what he was getting himself into. he'd received an invitation from an academy for a visitation and unbeknownst to him, it was actually from Satan himself. he didn't realize just what he was walking into until he walked over the threshold of the academy, lights flickering by his mere presence. it fascinated him as he stared in awe before ascending through the school until he reached the door he was destined to walk through. it was late in the night and he'd seen the mass occur. he'd heard of the academy before, but he'd never been to- never really grasped his interest until now. now, he wanted to know what it wanted to do with him. what was his purpose of being here ?? what could they possibly want from a vampire like himself ?? and of course it was obvious they knew he was a vampire- someone doesn't just send an invitation like that without the knowledge, so that did in fact pique his interest. how could this knowledge have been spread ?? who knew he was a vampire other than Iris and Felicity ?? he had to know.

as he rose to the door and held his hand above it to knock, the doors flung open themselves, coming face to face with the legend himself- Satan. he stared for a moment as blue eyes remained transfixed on the scene in front of him before he shook his head and walked over the threshold and into the room. "you've heard of me." he says, tongue dipping out of his mouth to caress his bottom lip. he does as he's told and takes a seat in an armchair, sitting down and crossing his ankles as his hands fall into his lap. he continues to stare unblinkingly as he cocks his head to the side. "and how is that you know me?"

[littlegirlgcne-moved]

Someone did hurt her, but she doesn't remember that. The details of what happened to her where just out of her reach. She stared wide eyed at the crimson that covered her trembling hands. She was in shock, and confused. She looked up in Calcifer's direction. He was asking her a question. Do you know where you are? She shook her head, trying to focus on the question. Her gaze cutting around her surroundings, dense woods and an isolated road with little to no light. She had no clue where she was. "I don't know..." She felt cold, her arms wrapped around her waist. Rosemary took a step back as he moved toward her. She had no idea what his intentions were. She could sense something about him, he wasn't human. He had power, it crawled along her flesh awakening her own that was left forgotten in her. There was something else though, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Your a vampire, aren't you?" She was starting to come out of that state of fog that riddle her mind. She was a witch, that much she could remember. She was one of six that survived after her eighteenth birthday. She was literally the final girl, meant to be wed locked with the devil. She kept that to herself, she didn't know if she could trust the male infront of her.

[burninq-a]

you're a vampire, aren't you ?? the question garners him pause as he looks at her, head cocked to the side. a smile slowly peels itself across his face, a ghost of innocence flashing upon his features; a feature he no longer carries as he saunters towards her. he notices she backs away, but it doesn't stop him from getting closer, his hands in front of him to show he means her no harm. he keeps them where she can see them, so she knows he has no ill intent. he doesn't particularly hurt people for no reason- she's got to give him a reason to attack, much like a well trained police dog. he bows his head.

"i am a vampire. and you- you're a witch. i can sense the magic in you. you were just like me once upon a time." he pauses then, raising the palm of his hand to conjure up flames from the middle of it. "i'm not just a vampire, Rosemary. i was a witch. a long time ago. when i say i mean you no harm, i mean that. it seems like fate has brought us together." the flames disappear as he closes his fist around them. his eyes sparkle gold in the moonlight, glistening a dangerous light. "what do you think fate has in store for us on this fateful night?" another pause as he looks at her, curious. "what's happened to you ?? do you remember?"

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@burninq saw someone looking unwell

New Orleans. What a horrible city. Full of death and decay and sin. Angel despised it for what it was, but he had business here. Otherwise he'd never allow himself to become tainted with what it represented. It was nearly as bad as Las Vegas as far as debauchery went, and Angel could feel his anxiety growing as he makes his way through streets he doesn't know and wishes he didn't have to try and learn.

His face is pale, his mouth drawn down in a very slight frown. Very unusual for him, he who tends to smile through anything and everything. He's aware of the fuzziness in his head but determined to get where he needs to be before he addresses it.

He's only taking a small break. Holding onto a small bench, shaking and trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves before going onwards.

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Calcifer loves new orleans. it's not necessarily his favorite place on earth- he has many of them, and while new orleans is on the list, he wouldn't rank it at the top five of places he's been. still, he loves living there. there's a lot of history involved in new orleans and he loves to bathe in it, taking history by its lapels and listening in. he could sit and stare at the city all day and he'd still be fascinated with it. he's been here for a long time now and he's loved every moment of it.

he does know, however, that new orleans is tainted. as every big city in the united states is, it's no surprise that new orleans falls victim to it. it's a tourist trap- of course it's tainted.

he walks through the city, his hands in his pockets as he whistles. it's been an eventful day so far and he's excited to see what else the day holds for him. he wasn't hungry just yet, but he could feel the start of it coming on. he should feed soon to avoid any . . . issues, he may have as a resulting factor. he was just thinking about going hunting when his eye catches sight of someone leaned up against a bench not that far away, looking like he was struggling to breathe. it's not every day Calcifer shows concern, but he wears a mask and figures he may as well see what's going on. his curiosity pushes him forward and suddenly he's beside him, head cocked to the side.

"are you alright?"