Cecilia Monroe

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there is a monster in me, too. i feel it; a meanness, growing like a tree in my belly. is it hidden-in my long fingered hands in my hair the color of blood? in my wildfire love only a god could bear? is that why i was spared? i’ll have you know: i am as bloodthirsty as my father and that was not thread you unwound i’ll have you know- that bull was a brother to me.

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        even monsters have something they want to protect.                      and they’d kill to keep them safe.

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I loved the taste of blood since I tasted yours.

Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959)

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Bloodsport | Cecilia & Jackson

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This had been the longest Jackson had ever gone without seeing his maker. For the past two years Celia had been a daily presence in his life. The pair didn’t seek out each others company simply because they shared a bond of maker and progeny, but because they wanted each others company. While the difference in personalities and even mentality seemed obvious, Jackson enjoyed and actively seeked out his makers company because…well, he’d never been able to really pin point why. Yes, Celia was interesting, wise, and full of vast knowledge, but it was more than that. It had always been more than that. It was about the connection Jackson had felt with the redhead, even while he was still human.

Or at least he’d thought he felt it.

Ever since his run in with Allyson Bellefry, Jackson wasn’t too sure of anything anymore. He’d always seen his maker in a certain light and since then that vision was altered. His turning and ultimate death also fell in that same category now. Although he had never gotten the full explanation of what happened that night, Jackson never once blamed anyone but himself for his death. That was no longer the case. Not entirely, anyway.

"Fangtopia," he answered, rather impressed by his own lie. Jackson had always been a shitty liar, but lately the lies were becoming easier and easier to tell. Sure they were harmless lies, but in the end a lie was a lie. For the past week now Jackson only stopped by his makers mansion to sleep. By the time the sun had fully set Jackson was long gone. "I left pretty early. There was something I had to do," he vaguely explained, his eyes anywhere but on Celia as he made his way down the foyer. He couldn’t confront Celia, not yet. Hearing the truth from her would change everything, and Jackson knew he was being selfish but…he didn’t want to hear the truth. Mainly because he didn’t like it.

Dying for someone else never really mattered, being reborn as something great did. Before being a vampire he was…well, nothing. And now that was no longer the case.

"I actually need to talk to you about something," he added, his blue eyes lingering on one of the art pieces on the wall before finally looking over at Celia. He could easily note the genuine concern on her face, a look that the elder vampire hardly used on anyone but him and Elaine. It only made things worse. "What’s your relationship with the Bellefry family?" he asked, even though he knew good and well what the answer was. "Allyson stopped by…she wanted to pay my family respects for what happened. Imagine her surprise when she found me answering the door," he added, a faint smile on his face although it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

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She didn’t like the way he didn’t look at her, but she liked the way he looked at her much less. His blue eyes, so often brimming with compassion now felt distant. Cecilia wondered if she could really touch him, just then. Jackson felt so miserably far away and she felt as if the person before her could see every bleak spot on her clouded soul. she listened patiently and hoped. Perhaps it was some small concern, something that might easily be sorted out and mended. Or perhaps some misconception had infected his brain, something that she could lay to rest. Fangtopia was an odd choice for him and her concerns were magnified when he said he had had to do something. Still, she did not suspect the lie. That was. It was not Jackson’s way to lie and she had placed her trust in that. Cecilia felt a glimmer of hope when he said he had to speak to her. At last, a confidence. Taking a step forward, she was about to tell him how she’d welcome a chat - when he uttered a single word that left the sentence dead in her throat. Bellefry. Her eyes were hooded. The vampiress felt oddly chilled as if someone had reached into her heart and replaced it with a frozen hole. Cecilia turned suddenly, hand moving thoughtlessly towards her throat. “Surprise,” she muttered, arching one slender brow. “Yes, indeed.” All at once her hand dropped to her side and Cecilia closed the distance between them. “Why, we go way back,” she began. “Back to the beginning.” At last her blue eyes found his. “Back to a time when I was only a young girl - a young girl, and a mortal.” Cecilia wondered if she’d ever told him the story in full. Oh, she’d made allusions to it but…her throat tightened as she wondered what he’d heard. The chill clamped her dead heart tighter, still, as if the skeletal fingers of Allyson’s ancestors had at least seized hold to rip it from her chest. Cecilia shook her head. Reaching out, she touched his cheek. “Jackson, don’t ask me this unless you truly wish to know all.” She searched his eyes but there was something hard in them, something she couldn’t see past. But she knew, too, there was nothing she could truly deny him. “Tell it true, Jackson. Is this what you desire?”

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The vampire queen, true blood

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Bloodsport | Cecilia & Jackson

"Where were you?" Cecilia turned slowly to face her Progeny, blue eyes inquisitive. Something felt off. Jackson’s face and demeanor were always so open to her, but she felt as if a growing shadow had been cast over his face, since coming here, and it had so far deepened that on the darkest nights, Cecilia struggled for the blue of his eyes.

When she had first been turned, almost 700 years ago, the girl known as Cécile had pined for home, for family. For nearly 700 years she had held a grudge against her Maker for preventing her from ever seeing her family again, before they died. Cecilia was beginning to see things differently now. She had thought, in bringing Jackson home, that she was doing him a favor but now Cecilia began to suspect that it was Ariella who had done the favor in keeping Cécile away from the people she’d once known. It seemed this had become a ghastly torment for him, and something about tonight seemed especially black.

"I looked in on you, deep into the evening, and you were already gone." She didn’t mind his return to his old apartment - she wasn’t fool enough to think the frivolities of her overly grand home suited him: he was kind enough to humor her whims. She felt safe behind her castle walls, but he sought the sanctuary of familiarity.

No, she didn’t mind, but there was cause for concern, notwithstanding. Tensions in Oxford were high and Jackson ran with the wolves - or wished to do so, in any case. That was enough. “Is all well?”

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she took my heart, i think she took my soul