BROOKE TAELERIS

Why do have FEAR in your eyes when you look at me? Why would you ever question my SANITY? | ᴮᴿᴼᴼᴷᴱ ᵀᴬᴸᴱᴿᴵs | 17/19 | vampire |  Part of New Orleans Fireflies RPG

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selfservingnarcissist:

It was obvious, the blonde vampire knew the game and played it well. Damon eyes narrowed as he raised a brow  at Brooke. She was going to let him win the game— it was obvious, but Damon didn’t want to win the game. Damon wanted a challenge. Damon was interested as he looked at Brooke as she spoke some cheesy line of what he assumed he wanted from her, “In my experience, anyone who says that is either hiding how they actually feel, ” Damon said as he leaned in closer to the younger vampire, “Or enjoys being a tease, but don’t let that fool you— I enjoy a c h a l l e n g e,” he said biting his lips slightly. Damon was a straightforward and cocky male. Trying to keep Elena off his mind was easier than he first then his first notion. Brooke was fascinating and fun— more than other such ladies he crossed paths with in the past. It may have also been the fact that she also reminded him of Katherine. She had the fiery flaming persona that Damon had originally fell in love with, before he realized how much of a lying, manipulating bitch she was. “Lucky as in, I haven’t Exactly rip her throat out,” Damon said, finishing his sentence smirking slightly as his hand fell gently marble counter that his drink resided on. Brooke was making him feel more comfortable in his own skin, as a  predator, comfortable with all the bad parts that came with being a vampire. Damon watched as she tapped against the bar as she gazed up at him. “Good to know,” Damon said simply as he already had her figured out the moment he began talking to her. Damon felt a sliver of happiness in finding another fellow vampire who seemed to enjoy being an unstoppable killer as he did. 

He knew that at a time he wanted to be human, and Elena Gilbert magnified those feeling, but now with her not remembering, and it was unknown on whether she wanted to remember. Damon realized that it was probably best to stay in this form as a vampire.  Damon did enjoy many of the perks that came with being a bloodsucker such as Compulsion, Drinking as much as he wanted without getting drunk, as well as being an eternal stud. The one thing he hated the most being the enhanced emotions. Feeling such a thing as love for someone who couldn’t remember loving you hurt worse than death itself. Damon watched as Brooke’s eyes glimmered to the spoken word of blood. Damon wanted it too now after thinking about it. He made a lot of promises to many of the originals  that he wouldn’t kill the town folk, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t s n a t c h, eat, erase— Did it? Damon watched as Brooke nodded slowly before  she brought her drink to her lips before putting it down once again. He watched as she let the word roll of her tongue— a devilish smile placed on her lips simply. “Doesn’t it?  I can’t remember the last time I was able to rip open into someone’s carotid artery without judgement from my brother or his chastising blonde original friend,” Damon said putting emphasis on the word friend.“A superb suggestion Brooke,” Damon said before he picked up his glass, bringing it up to his lips to finish up the rusty colored fluid— slamming his glass on the bar. Slowly Damon had risen from his seat on the bar stool and stood with both feet on the ground. “ And both our thirst will be quenched— I can’t think of any better way than this one so,” Damon said holding his hand out for her to led the way, “I assume you have an idea of what you’re looking for.”

“Good, it would be been boring if you didn’t.” Something Brooke liked being around someone who could entertain her without actually annoying her or becoming a burden and Damon seemed just like that type of guy. Plus, the dark vibe she got from him and the fact that he liked a challenge only gave him more plus point. It seemed as if she’d finally found someone who screamed quality. Even if she didn’t exactly care the blonde found herself wondering what view the male had of her. Either way Brooke had a feeling that she was getting on his good side, unless he turned out to be as fake as she could eventually be. “Though I’ll leave for you to figure out what the answer to that is.” It wouldn’t be too hard to figure out that the vampire enjoyed playing games and teasing whomever she had to tease to get the answers she wanted, yet that wasn’t the hard part. The only difficult thing was to try and find out everything the blonde was hiding. From her unhealthy obsession with werewolves to her sadistic actions when it came to killing someone. It’s as he explained himself in what exactly he meant by the owner being lucky in which Brooke couldn’t help the laugh which parted her lips. “Okay you’re right.” She spoke and bit her lip. “Though I’d be honored to watch you do just that. I mean.. Live entertainment, who doesn’t love that?”

Humanity was something that Brooke had grown to despise. She would kill and kill if it meant that vampirism wouldn’t be taken away from her. One thing she knew for sure is that she’d finally found the right her, that she’d finally grown to be the person she wanted to be, no matter how sick anyone who found out the truth about her thought she was. There were worse creatures than her in the world. There was nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun, yet that would depend on what anyone’s view of fun would be. Something the blonde had never experienced was the one thing she didn’t seem to have any interest in. Love. She’d never had anyone who showed any feelings of affection towards her, not even her mom or dad. No one had, and maybe it was one of the reasons why she’d turned into such a cold stoned girl. She didn’t know, but she didn’t really care to find out either. “Well.. You should just do what you want.” She spoke. “It’s non of your brother’s or his friends’s business anyway.” She spoke her head tilting to the side slightly and she licked her lips. “If you want to rip into someone’s throat, then do it.” Brooke was clear with her words. She wouldn’t want for anyone to get in the way of her actions, so she wouldn’t want that for him either. Finishing up her cocktail, the blonde let the cup rest on the bar, only to get up, a small smirk spread across her features. Nodding at him, the blonde bit her lip as she began to walk, her eyes leaving him only to move from one body to the next, trying to spot a victim, and the first one catching her attention would be the first one to end up dead. A couple dancing in the middle of the dance floor, made her brows furrow. Their dance moves were terrible, and she knew that getting them away from the pub would be more helpful than anything else, and besides.. It wasn’t as if she were going to use compulsion on them either. She wasn’t alone this time, and she’d rather be quick in getting her little snack than taking ages. Nodding towards the dark haired male Brooke hoped for him to follow her as she made her way towards the couple. Her actions were rather quick, as she compelled the both of them and soon enough she was walking out of the bronze, the two soon to be victims of their actions following them. “Right.” She breathed, as soon as she walked out, only to turn around and face the vampire. “Are you the type, to let them live, or let them die?” The answer she’d end up getting from him wasn’t one to change what was going to happen. Brooke was only curious to hear what he had to say, before they got to what they’d said they’d do.

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lycanthropicimmunity:

Lydia tilts her head slightly and suggestively raises her brows. “Awesome,” It’s the first time that she’s really felt like a normal girl since learning of the supernatural world. Call her selfish, but she kinda liked it and wanted nothing more than to keep it that way between the two of them. Maybe she was also a little naive in thinking she actually could or that this girl didn’t already know of the spooks that went bump in the night. Hell— the redhead was so caught up that she forgot to dwell on whether or not this girl could be one of those damned creatures. “It’s settled then, lets go.” Gesturing towards the exit she’s wearing a dimpled smile on her face, but at that last comment she’s cooling down to think a little more rationally. “You don’t live with your parents or anything?” The banshee still had until she finished high school to remain under her parents roof, but after that she was thinking about getting a place with Allison. “You hungry? We could always stop somewhere for lunch. My treat”

Brooke wasn’t entirely sure why, but the red head seemed harmless. She just didn’t seem like the type of girl who would be involved with the supernatural. Either way she wasn’t sure, but her assumptions on the people she’d met so far seemed to be on point, maybe she was right this time as well. Nodding at the girls words Brooke began to walk towards the exit with her and at her next question she shook her head. “No, I’m living down in the french quarter. Switched colleges as well, so there’s that.” She told the red head. “My parent’s are back at home. They’ll come to visit me in the holidays possibly.” A girl her age would never be alone in a town like New Orleans, but brooke needed to come up with something quick. She’d planned most of her story before enrolling into the university anyway, yet she had to remember every single lie she were to tell. Like in that moment. Her parents would never come visit her, they were dead after all, but it wasn’t as if they would do that if they were alive anyway. “That would be a good idea.” She told the red head. “I haven’t eaten anything good in days, though you don’t have to invite me or anything really.”

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originalbrat:

“Thanks,” Rebekah said with a weakly expanding smile. Maybe this girl wasn’t as shady as she’d presumed her to be… Maybe that was her naivety creeping in, but regardless the original took a licorice strip. “Clean slates then.” Rebekah offered raising her licorice up in a toast before she brought it to her lips and bit off a good portion of the cherry treat “Understandable. Most times I don’t have much of a choice… My brother Kol usually ends up murdering the compelled help, so I’m left to clean up after their messes.” Shrugging it wasn’t something that bothered her much, but she wondered why it was a lazy vampire hadn’t thought to compel herself some help. “I could help you unpack… If you like? We could get someone to do it for us and spend time getting better acquainted.” Yeah— Rebekah was probably too gullible for her own good just as Niklaus had accused in the decades past, but if she could stay on her toes maybe she could figure out what it was this one seemed to be hiding. “Usually one tends not to settle down when someone,” She paused. “Or something is following them. Who is it? What are you running from?” Okay. That wasn’t very subtle, but she had to make sure dear old mom and dad weren’t coming back to wreck havoc on the lot of the Mikaelson siblings for the billionth time. “Something tell me you’re not exactly the kind to be truthful so I’ll just have to hang about and find out for myself, won’t I?” Paranoia made it hard for her to fully succumb to the words meant to persuade her and put her mind at ease. “So much for blood is your favorite…” Rebekah said with an eye roll. Both of them had been equally as contradictory, but her own pure intentions made it difficult to see how dark this ones could really be.

Brooke nodded at the blonde and gave her one of her best smiles. She knew she had to keep herself on the down low. No one could find out the blonde’s ancestors or the reason why she was in town. If someone found out what she was doing in town, she knew for a fact she’d be into some deep shit. The blonde would be forced to disappear from the town for a long while, and probably run away if anyone dared to chase her. “Well that’s quite.. Stupid on his part. I don’t get why he can’t clean up the mess he’s caused.” She continued, yet she knew perfectly how it was like to do just that. It wasn’t as if the blonde ever cleaned up the dead bodies she’d left behind, but it wasn’t as if she cared enough to do that. It’s at the blonde’s offer for help in which it was clear to see that Brooke was rather surprised at the girl’s offer. She didn’t have anything to hide so sure she’d accept her offer. “That would actually be very helpful.” She told the girl. The blonde carried her grandfather’s journal inside her purse. It was something the girl always hid inside her purse. It was like some sort of talisman, something which seemed to give her good luck. “Though you don’t have to.” She told the girl. She needed to seem something she wasn’t. Brooke couldn’t let her mask fall down, and of course.. She wouldn’t. “I’d love to spend some time hanging out though. We could go together to get a coffee if you’d like?” She suggested. Brooke knew what she was getting into. She had to be careful. Whoever this girl was she could eventually become a problem to her and honestly she’d rather be on the oirginal’s good side. It’s as she was asked what she was running from in which her brows furrowed. “I’m not really running from anything or anyone.” She stated. “I’m just using the fact that I can go anywhere I want for free whenever I am. If I’m what I want, I might as well make the most out of it.” She explained and it was more of a logical answer than she would’ve thought for it to come out as. Either way she’d been traveling to try and find places where werewolves had once been living at, apart from New York of course. That was more of a stop for her to relax at. “Well believe me or not believe me. I don’t really care, just- Don’t start being an annoying creep who watches every single move I make. All you’re going to find out about me is my obsession with candy or starbucks.”

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elusivepetrovafire:

“Me too, but after the cure was forced down my throat and I died only to be resurrected as a demon… I thought it kinda pointless to keep up on old unnecessary habits. That and well— a girls gotta watch her figure you know.” That was probably too much information, but she looked young enough for Katherine to snap her neck if need be. Besides the demon had a lot on her shoulders right now that she was itching to get off and it wasn’t exactly like she had friends to call and talk to. “I like you though… So I’m sure we’ll be able to have plenty of fun together,” If she wasn’t such an expert at hiding feelings this might have come off a little bit pathetic. “Do you know of any good places to feed? Drinking from those who shoot up to feel something are not only easy and delicious, but their deaths can be covered without question. I’m sure New Orleans has a Sunset club, but don’t think that just because they’re into being a vampire means you shouldn’t compel them. I made that mistake once and ended up with a weird stalker chick. Killed her off quick enough, but why bother to waste the energy… Right? Anyways most of them are into hallucinogens.” Not paying mind to the lifeless body as it dropped to the pavement Katherine’s rolling her eyes and reminiscing on her own days as a vampire. Tricks and trades. The works, but she wasn’t planning on letting anyone else know she was in town just yet so to leave bodies that wouldn’t be missed was something the demon was leaning towards more effortlessly. “Don’t wear it out.” It’s the only thing she’s had that belonged only to her and perhaps it’s part of the whole reason she’s unable to let it die regardless of how scared what she’s become will do to change who she was. Despite what and whom it’s caused her to lose over the centuries. “Nice to meet you, too, Brooke. I can tell we’re going to be fast friends.”

“The cure?” She asked, brows furrowing as she gazed at the brunette. The blonde didn’t exactly understand what the demon meant by the cure. She’d never heard of such an antidote that could simply take vampirism away. This wasn’t a stupid video game, this was reality and from what she’d learnt, the curse was meant to last on one forever. Tilting her head to the side, light brown orbs locked with hers as she listened to her words. “Why would anyone even do that?” She asked, a laugh parting her lips. It was unbelievable in a way. She couldn’t imagine the scenario the petrova had been in. It was.. Strange. She couldn’t find a proper reason for anyone to take such a gift away from her. If someone were to do that to her, Brooke knew that getting revenge would be her main objective. It would only be another more death she would leave behind, no big deal. It’s at the next words which left the girl in which Brooke couldn’t help but to let a small smile adorn her features. She wouldn’t lie to herself, the brunette had this vibe about herself, one which she found herself liking, or even relating to. “Yeah I agree.” She spoke, teeth sinking into her bottom lip for a moment as her eyes drifted from hers to the side, brows furrowing as she tried to see if there was anyone watching them, but there wasn’t. “Ever heard of the bronze?” She asked, as she looked at her again. “I always go there if I’m looking for anyone to eat. It’s where I got the last one from.” She continued, referring to the guy’s dead body behind herself. “I just.. Like the challenge more. The rush of them possibly running away, but it’s not as if they’re ever going to.” She said. “Either way.. They’re always going to end up dead anyways so..” Brooke knew that for a fact. She barely let anyone live, unless she had a reason to. She knew she’d been a human at one point,  but honestly the blonde knew it’d been the worst time of her life. She’d never ben herself until the moment she was turned and freed from the vampire she’d used. “I hope so.”

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@wrightmeastory 

The blonde was standing in front of the door, her arms crossed as she stood there. She was trying to stay calm, the nerves growing beneath her skin as her heart began to pick up in speed. She didn’t know who was going to be there, hell she might end up knowing no one but the brunette at all, yet it wasn’t that what worried her, not at all. Perhaps she’d bump into someone who knew her, who she’d snapped at. Someone who might’ve seen her true colors for a brief moment, and if it was the case, the blonde would end up chewing all the licorice strips she’d brought with her to stop herself from talking or saying anything. The last thing the blonde needed was for a group of people to grow suspicious of her. Stepping inside with the bags she carried, Brooke’s lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes landing on Taylor. “Hey!” She spoke, making her way towards were all the presents were supposed to be. “This all looks.. Amazing.”

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evolvingalpha:

“Never said I was a hero.” Derek responded straight to the point. “Besides, you don’t look like you’re in need of any hero.” He informed her of his honest opinion. Though really, her compliments did little to nothing for him. He had another blonde on his mind but – why say no to an opportunity. “Why change something when it’s the best it’s going to get?” He scoffed at her. He’d done enough changing for a lifetime if he was honest. First evolving to a full wolf, and now moving to a different place. A place over-run with different breeds of supernatural. There was to much change already and he wasn’t evolving fast enough to it. “Exploring the woods, alone, in the dark? Pretty sure that’s how most horror stories start.” He chuckled. “Alright then. How about a hunter? That more up your alley?” He smirked at the blonde before pursing his lips. “Like I said, I’m not a hero.” He reminded her for the last time before looking around. “Well I’m like you, just exploring.” 

“Well that’s possibly because I’m not.” She said, voice soft as she spoke. She was trying to figure out what he was, if he even was anything at all. It was weird considering that she hadn’t really met a werewolf in the town of new orleans, yet the full moon hadn’t really arrived just yet. She needed to find one, to kill one and she hadn’t yet. It was frustrating. “Well why not? It’s not as if you’ve got something to lose.” She said, her tongue tracing her bottom lip briefly as she averted her gaze from his. Brooke wondered if he was a hunter, or werewolf. She didn’t see a reason for vampires to hang out near the bayou. It was a death wish, and even if she hung out around there, she didn’t really have one herself. “I doubt it’s your best though. I mean.. The creepy strategy has never been a good one in my eyes.” She knows what she’s talking about. Anyone who managed to cross the line usually got their heart ripped out, yet she wasn’t going to do that just yet. She needed to figure out, who or what he was. “Well I’ve always been more of a gore fan, though if we’re talking about horror.. The conjuring has to be one of my favorites. Either way we both know that monsters don’t exist.” The way she says it sounds natural, yet anyone normal knew better than to trust the way it sounded. Beneath the surface, she was clearly suggesting that she knew better than to believe that they didn’t exist. In fact, she was one herself. “Hunter?” She asked, arching a brow. “What am I suppose to hunt around here. Squirrels?” Brooke assumed that he meant something out of this world, werewolves or vampires perhaps, yet she was sure that he knew the same things she did now. “Right, well I hope you’re not a serial killer then. I wouldn’t want to get my throat sliced open.”

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wrightmeastory:

“Well, I don’t particularity have a choice. Apparently moms who eat a lot of sugar and garbage food while pregnant, have a higher risk of their child being obese and developing diabetes. So, I’d like to give this little guy one best shot at life that I can.” Taylor explained with a simple shrug of her shoulders. She wouldn’t expect the blonde to understand, and hopefully she wouldn’t assume she was a major health freak. But, she made better choices for her baby. “Yeah they are. My boyfriend can eat two twenty piece packs by himself, plus a big mac, fries, and a coke and shake.” Taylor said, realizing that sounded like a lot of food so she quickly followed with. “He’s an athlete.” She hoped that would be a good enough explanation for why he ate so much food. “We have actually, took us a while to come up with it. But we finally picked a name and now it’s just a waiting game until they decide to come out.” She explained with a quick nod and a small smile. Her eyes wandered to the blondes face, but she ignored how she ordered stuff. She’d already placed her order for take-out and just had to wait for it to be done. “So, you’re new to town right? Where did you live before?” 

“Oh?” Brooke arched a brow, her words actually surprising her, something which she found strange. That junk food could potentially heighten the chances of a kid eventually becoming fat.. It was something new, which oddly did interest her in a way. She found it strange. “Well that.. Sucks. Though I’m sure that making an exception won’t really be harmful. I mean.. It’s not as if you’re going to be getting McDonald’s everyday.” Brooke spoke, head tilting to the side as she gazed at her. She did understand the fact that she would make a sacrifice for the little one. She guessed it was mother’s instinct or whatever, something she knew she couldn’t relate to. Biting her lip her brows furrowed as the girl spoke. Whoever her boyfriend was had to have a beast’s appetite, yet what she didn’t really think of was that he might literally be a beast. “Well he can afford eating that much then. I suppose he spends most of his day training, no?” She asked and licked her lips. “I mean.. I’ve never met an athlete, but.. By what they show on tele, it just seems as if they spend most of their time training.” The blonde had an habit of asking many questions, she’d always been curious in a way, though knowing or not knowing, she didn’t really mind. Brooke nodded slowly, fingertips tapping against the wooden table as she gazed at the brunette. “Well hopefully you don’t end up naming the little one hashtag like that twitter obsessed couple did.” She said teasingly, her gaze returning to hers and a small laugh parted her lips. “That actually did happen, I’m not kidding her.” Sometimes the young vampire wondered what the hell was wrong with the world, but she couldn’t really find a proper answer. It’s as the brunette asked her in which she slowly nodded. “Yeah. I’m from Green Wood originally, California, but I come from New York.” She told her. “Manhattan is great, but I wanted to try something different for college so.. Here I am.” 

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selfservingnarcissist:

Watching as Brooke’s red lips curve into a small smirk, and  hearing a small chuckle escaping her— Damon watched her carefully and noticed as she looked at him. Watching as her head tilted as she looked at him for a brief moment. Damon wanted to know what she was thinking, and it didn’t take long for him to find out.  Damon was interested in finding out more about this platinum blonde who he seemed so infatuation with for the moment. It was obvious to him what she was, but the fun part was getting her to admit to him— a   Stranger. “I may have an idea— I just kind of want to see if our ideas are selfsame.” Damon said smirking at her as he looked at her with his big cobalt-blue eyes. Damon watched as her tongue slowly traced her bottom lip. Damon could tell that she was interested in whatever it was that he was going to say. “I agree, one hundred percent, I’m actually quite picky when it comes to who I make business with— the owner is actually kind of lucky I came here. I usually hang out on Bourbon Street at The Heat ,” Damon said in a normal tone— he didn’t much care about anyone else who was listening in on them, Damon was never the type to care. “To be honest— I’m not trustworthy,” Damon said blinking at her slightly. He was a predator who enjoys the hunt, the feed, and the kill. In truth, if Damon couldn’t already slightly tell that she was something of the supernatural, and was just an ordinary human— she would be in trouble. Damon couldn’t help but noticed that as he moved closer to her— her eyes moved to meet his.

After she admitted that it was magic that she used on the bartender, what he had already suspected of her he realized to be true. Damon smirked as his eyes blinked slightly. Damon watched as the girl as she brought the cocktail to her lips. After Brooke had taken hold of his hand to shake it— Damon could semi-coldness of her skin. In that moment Damon realized what she was a magic born vampire like him. Damon could already tell her type— she seemed as if she was one, such a himself who loved being the monster that they were. Something more than what Elena was when she was a vampire. Damon assumed that Brooke was like him. Damon normally fell on the fence when it came to vampirism. When he fell in love with Elena— he wanted nothing more, but to be human with her. Then there were times like now where he couldn’t wait to hear someone heart stop beating as he drain the blood from their veins. “You know what is best to pair any alcoholic beverage with?” Damon questioned, “Blood,” he whispered in a tone that only she could hear— answering his own question. Damon wanted to see how she would respond to his choice in pairing. Before Damon knew it, she had something to say. He waited patiently as she must have had something on her mind, and then she finally asked it, “Boredom mostly,” Damon sighed as he winked slightly, “Not to mention— I really hate being bored,” Damon smiled at her as he turned the question back around on her, “And what about you?” Damon questioned as he raised his right eyebrow slightly.

The blonde’s gaze was on him, waiting for the male to admit whatever he had in mind. Her perfectly done brows arched as he spoke, causing a small laugh to part her lips. He knew how to play her game, it was obvious and for once she would let him win. From the first impression he’d made she could assume that if neither of them spoke, neither of them were going to find out their assumptions. “Well like any other stranger I’ve met so far at a place like this.. It’s either death that they want or a good fuck. But just to let you know..” She began leaning in closer to whisper the last words. “No one really gets to the latter.” Perhaps that gave him an idea of what she thought his intentions were, yet she wasn’t bothered by it. He wasn’t going to kill him, obviously, and besides.. He was being more entertaining than anyone she’s met in this bloody town so far. Of course that didn’t include the mysterious brunette she’d met the other day in that alley. Biting her lip, her gaze moved to the bartender only to watch how he finished of her drink. “Lucky?” She asked as she let her light brown orbs return to meet his blue ones. “Are you sure they’re really lucky?” Brooke’s words were meant to be teasing, yet she knew better than to take his words literally. She knew for a fact that they both were pretty much damaging the place’s economy, like any other vampire was, not paying for anything, but it wasn’t as if she cared. She’d just consider whoever was affected by their actions rather unlucky. “Good.” She breathed, fingertips tapping against the bar as she gazed up at him. “Because I’m not either.” It’s something that she hasn’t really shared with anyone in town but him and the brunette she’d met. Maybe letting her façade down with him wasn’t a good idea, but it felt natural. Whoever he was, or what is true intentions were, it didn’t bother the blonde. He was freeing her in a sense, helping her to be herself while she sat there on that stool next to him.

Something the blonde never understood was some of her kind, wishing they would be someone else, wishing they wouldn’t be a monster, instead of embracing what they are. After all they were blood suckers, so she didn’t understand the big deal. It wasn’t as if they were terrible. She enjoyed doing what she did. The taste of fresh blood on her tongue was a rush which she couldn’t describe. It made her feel alive, not dead. It made her feel good. Vampirism was a gift, and anyone who didn’t agree was stupid. He’s asking her a question and he’s got her full attention. Blood. The word made her mouth water. She was craving something fresh now and it was clear in the way her eyes seemed to glimmer now. Biting her lip she nodded slowly before she brought the cup to her lips, sipping slowly on her drink before she placed it down once again. “Blood.” She lets the word roll of her tongue delicately, a devilish smile playing on her lips. “God.. It sounds d e l i c i o  u s.” She doesn’t even bother hiding her true feelings. It seems like they both think the same way, but she doubted that he’d share the same passion as her. Werewolf hunting. Nothing was better than slicing one’s throat with a pair of scissors. She’d do it again. “Maybe we should get some..” It’s a suggestion she knows she’d be completely up to. Brooke knew it wouldn’t take her a long time to find the perfect victim. She would’ve imagine that the answer to his question would’ve been obvious, yet she decides to tell him nevertheless. “Boredom, thirst.” Two simple words which could explain everything, yet she figured that there was something more simple to sum it all up. “I don’t really have anything better to do so..”

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originalbrat:

“Well yeah, kinda.” Rebekah said earnestly with a roll of her shoulders. “Oh. Should have figured you weren’t much of the sweetly sour type. Just pure sour.” Subtle eye roll ensued “How generous.” It most often paid off to be an original. Lesser vampires always offering something to get in good, but it was always for an alternate reasoning. Something that she mostly didn’t understand until it was too late. “I’ll take another.” Why not? Rebekah should indulge a little bit, right? She just had to be sure not to let down her guard around the girl. “I’ve been here for years and haven’t unpacked everything.” Letting a laugh fall she gave a shake of her head. “Of course, unpacking centuries worth of collected pieces would take a lot more than a just a day’s work so… It’s a little different. How long do you plan on staying?” If she planned on settling in the fresh bodies had to stop or Elijah would surely have her head without so much as a moments hesitation. “My brothers don’t tolerate fresh corpses and you don’t exactly scream stability.”

Taking out the small licorice packet she carried, the blonde held it up for the original. She needed her family’s trust, even if it wouldn’t get them anywhere. She just needed to be trusted, so that she’d have no one watching her back every single moment. She needed the freedom and if she didn’t get it, she’d have to find out a way to get it. “Take whichever one you want.” She said, nodding towards the candy and a small sigh parted her lips. “Well I’m not stupid, so you can already start erasing that image of me you’ve got.” Whoever decided to give an original poisoned licorice was a retard, something which the blonde wasn’t. “Well I’m just.. Lazy. I always find something better to do than to finish everything off back at home.” The word sounded weird leaving her lips. Home, she didn’t think of her apartment as that. It was just.. The place she slept at. “Well.. For as long as I can I suppose. I don’t have a set date for when I’m going to leave, but.. I’ll assume it’ll happen eventually. I’m just used to jumping from one spot to the other. I want to try this settling down thing.” It was an explanation which sounded logical, yet of course there was a different reason as of why she’d chosen New Orleans in the first place. “It’s my temper, I get pissed off rather quickly, but I’m not always like this.” Lies after lies left her lips, yet the way the words rolled of her tongue made them feel real. Either way she wasn’t just going to tell her. “Besides, I wouldn’t risk breaking a nail, so if you’re accusing me for something I’m not the kind of girl who’d get her hands dirty. I want to be normal, not a monster.”

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lycanthropicimmunity:

“I know right, same.” Lydia responded with a subtle laugh as she gave a good shake of her head “Chanel’s nice, but Prada’s always been my favorite. Jeffery’s lip gloss line is to die for though.” This girl seemed sweet, but also reminded her all too much of the girls she use to hangout with in Beacon Hill’s before learning she was a massive freak show. It was kind of a sad nostalgia. “Oh… This one? God, I’ve had this forever. It’s actually high time I go get some more colors honestly. We could go to Macy’s together. That’s my one stop shop for all things fashion.” Dimpled smile as she gestures down the way towards the one of the largest brand name store in the mall. “Brooke, that’s pretty. I can tell we’re going to be fast friends. I haven’t been here for too long either, but I can show you all the decently stocked places in this city. If you’re not busy?”

Nodding at her suggestion Brooke’s lips curved into a smile once again. It seemed as if her day wouldn’t turn out to be terrible after all. “You know what? That’s a great idea.” For once there’s a compliment leaving her lips which doesn’t sound forced or fake. “I’d love that and besides.. I’m dying to leave this place. It s u c k s.” The blonde wouldn’t bother hiding her harsh feelings for the place they were at, but it wasn’t as if she could do anything about it. She barely ever cared for anything anyone had to say about her or her attitude. “And no I’m not too busy. I can always finish unpacking later so.. Got all the time in the world.” She wasn’t sure if it’d be good for the red head to have her as a friend, either way she needed to act normal, look trustworthy, even if she wasn’t. “Yeah I’m sure we’ll become fast friends too.”

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evolvingalpha:

After scoping out the area pretty much undetcted, Derek was making his way back towards his apartment. The other wolves apparently had an ‘Alpha’, and what Derek coule gather, whatever happened to their ‘Alpha’ happened to his betas. It was strange how there were different species of wolves now, along with several other supernatural species he’d never even heard of. Like what the hell was a hybrid? Was it the same thing like a chimera or was it completely different? Derek didn’t like being left with more questions than answers, and he was honestly considering asking the blonde Original out on a ‘date’ just to get some answers. She seemed willing enough, or so he thought. There was a crude smirk on his face as he thought of her quick witted tongue. But that soon vanished as he saw some blonde hair. Briefly he thought ‘speak of the devil’. So he quickly moved to cut her off – but disappointment quickly ran through his veins as he realized it wasn’t Rebekah. So..this was going to be interesting. “Isn’t that the role though? Pretty girl stumbling through the woods, and tall, dark, and handsome stalks her?” Derek chuckled darkly, green orbs scanning over the females face. “What’re you doing here?” 

Brooke’s gaze locked with the male her head tilting to the side and as soon as the words escaped him the girl couldn’t help but to laugh softly. “If you’re trying to call yourself the HERO, I can assure you it’s not working.” The Vampire knew she had to be careful with her choice in words. She couldn’t let her façade down, she couldn’t let him know what she was or what her intentions were, considering that she didn’t know who or what he was. “You sound more like a hot creep than a hot hero, so I’d change whatever strategy you’re working with to make it seem like you are the latter.” She told him a smirk on her face and it was clear to see that she’d visibly relaxed. He looked harmless and besides she wouldn’t deny the fact that he looked good in the leather jacket he wore.  At his question the blonde licked her lips, arms crossed as she gazed at him. “Well it’s called exploring, considering that I am new around here.” She stated, it wasn’t a total lie, in fact it was the partial truth but there was a dark side to it, one which she obviously wouldn’t tell him about. “But God don’t assume or even compare me to the scout girls. I will consider that an offense.” Her word were serious, chosen to make it seem like the only thing she cared about was herself, which was true but it wasn’t just about that. “I could ask the same about you though. What are you doing here? As far as I know Hero’s don’t tend to hang out at places like these.”

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thehuntressreturns:

Standing in line at the queue was probably one of the most nerve wracking things of her life. Why was coffee so complicated in the eastern coast? She was gnawing on her bottom lip as her eyes skimmed over all the possibilities and she wasn’t aware she was holding up the line. Exhaling sharply she was completely ready to just bolt because she had no idea what to do. Listening to someones words behind her, annoyed her at first. But then she realized they were offering advice and she mumbled to the barista the second option. After placing her order and paying, she stepped off to the side, and her eyes landed on the blonde that had been behind her. “No I have been. I’m just from California originally. East coast is..different.” she explained. 

Frowning Brooke didn’t really get where she was getting at. She knew for a fact that all Starbucks where the same, and more considering that she came from California herself. “Yeah all Starbucks all the same, I actually am from California.” The blonde wouldn’t bother hiding the truth from the brunette. Something she’d decided to hide was her past but she saw no harm in giving that slight information. As long as no one found out about her family the young vampire would be safe. “I just wanted to be nice. You looked l o s t.” She said, something which sounded weird coming from her. “Besides, the ones I mentioned are to die for.”

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originalbrat:

Rebekah couldn’t say that she seen this coming exactly, but she was reaching hesitantly for the licorice strip. “Yes well as I’ve said I don’t particularly favor yours.” Too similar could either be really good or really bad and for the female original it was the latter. “If you’ve poisoned this in anyway I won’t hesitate to behead you right here.” It’s a warning before she’s all but snatching the candy from the others hands. “Would probably go nice as a straw for the blood bags back home.” The female original mused with a sigh as she bit into it and savored the sweet cherry flavor. “Rebekah Mikaelson, pleasure I’m sure.” Having forgotten whether or it she’d already done the whole formal introduction she took the opportunity to do it as a fresh start of sorts. “I haven’t seen you around before… I take it you’re not one of Marcel’s? When did you roll into town?” Everyone was a potential enemy of her nieces former disappearance and even bratty young vampires like this were bound to have suspicious glances aimed in their direction for quite a time.

“Do I look like the kind of person that would just give out poisoned licorice?” She asked, clearly sounding offended, yet brooke already knew a good answer to that. Yes. The blonde was the kind of person to do something like that, but not on licorice. She wouldn’t waste something so delicious only to ruin it. “If I were to poison something I’d chose nuggets not licorice, God that’d be such a w a s t e.” She stated, and honestly she hoped to get her point across. The blonde’s gaze was on the original, watching how she bit into the strip. “Trust me, it is nice.” She told her. Honestly Brooke had tried that before the idea having come to her mind the first time she’d been given a blood bag from the guy who turned her, the man she later on killed. “If you want I can give you a few more strips, don’t really mind. I’ve got quite a wide supply of these so.. Wouldn’t really be a problem.” The young vampire was trying to get her façade back up, but the blonde had already managed to see a side of her true colors, which was well.. Her attitude. “Brooke Benton.” She said, her lips curved into a smile. Obviously she wouldn’t give her her real identity. She couldn’t take the risk of someone knowing who her family had been and she was sure that the original could be aware of the Taeleris family. “Yeah I just moved in here not too long ago.” She told her. “It was like.. I don’t know.. A week ago? I still haven’t finished unpacking everything so yeah.”

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selfservingnarcissist:

Damon watched as the unknown female tapped her fingers against the bar as he noticed her gaze rake up and down his body as she tilted her head. Damon was hoping that this girl might be able to keep his mind off of Elena. He didn’t want to think about the love of his life, and the fact that she didn’t want to see him anymore. Damon is all really didn’t like being bored. It fact was amazing that he was able to stay as long as he did in Mystic Falls, but of course there was Elena there who always kept him from being bored— along with all the supernaturals that roamed in and out of that town, but it all led back to Elena— and protecting her. Damon smiled at the Girl as she laughed slightly and parting her lips. Damon sense there was something different about her, “ Don’t you wish there was something we could do about that?” Damon question sinister as he winked at the female suggestively. “This is my first time setting foot in here— rumor has it they’re picky on who they let in here,” he said as he tilted his head to the side looking down at the bar. Before Damon realized it the girl was compelling the bartender in front of the entire club. Damon knew then that she must of had assertive to the fact that no one would noticed, but he had. Hmm vampire, Damon thought. He knew that he was going to have all sorts of fun with her. There was something about her that reminded him of himself. Before he knew it the bartender refilled his glass, and hurried up with her order. “Interesting— mind controlling— wanna explain that?” Damon whisper moving in closer to her as he smirked slightly. He knew all about the game of mind controlling, having done it many times before himself. “Brooke,” Damon repeated as he watched Brooke’s lips curved into a smile. Damon’s tilted smirk reappeared at her slightly as he held out his hand to her, “I’m Damon—bourbon’s my poison.” He said as he took a drink of the freshly refilled drink.    

The suggestiveness his question held was something which Brooke hadn’t exactly expected, yet she didn’t seem taken back or anything.. In fact it made her red lips curve into a small smirk, and she couldn’t help the small chuckle escaping her. Looking at him the girl tilted her head, looking at him for a brief moment. “Yeah.” She spoke, the simple word being more than honest. The blonde wasn’t entirely sure what he was nor what intentions the male had. “I’m sure that.. It won’t take us long to come up with something. Besides.. It looks like you’ve already got something in mind, no?” She said softly, her tongue slowly tracing her bottom lip. The blonde desired to hear whatever the male had thought of leave his lips. It was something she always had wanted. She’d always enjoyed people being straight forward with what they wanted and she wouldn’t make an exception with the stranger next to him. “Well not everyone in here could be considered q u a l i t y, in my opinion..” She said, not bothering to hide her thoughts. She was sure that whoever wanted to listen to their conversation would’ve heard that, but it wasn’t as if she cared. “Though.. I’d be careful in here if I were you. Not everyone here is... T r u s t w o r t h y.” Maybe the blonde meant herself with those words, but she also was talking about pretty much every single vampire crowding the bronze in that moment. She noticed how he moved closer to her, her eyes moving to meet his. She wondered what he was, considering that he clearly knew what she’d just done to the bartender. “Magic.” She told him, the smirk on her lips not fading as the simple word rolled of her tongue. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw her drink being placed down and instantly the blonde found herself reaching for it only to bring it to her lips. The blonde kept her gaze on him as she sipped on her cocktail only but soon enough she placed it down as she noticed how he’d held his hand out for her. Taking his hand she shook it, and the coolness of his skin gave away what he was instantly. He was just like her, an undead monster, a blood sucker, yet she didn’t know in what category he would fall in. Maybe he was the type who hated what he was unlike her. She loved being a vampire. “I usually go for something with Gin or Vodka.” Though her personal favorite was the Red one. There was nothing in that world that was better than that drink, but blood and licorice of course. “So..” She began, deciding to break the brief silence as she looked at him. Considering that it was his first time in the bronze she might as well ask him on what he was up to. “What brings you here?”

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wrightmeastory:

Sitting at the local diner, it was ‘date night’. Or well it was supposed it be. It seemed like everything was against her anymore. Scott had to stay overtime at the animal clinic. Some type of dog fight or something and the animals needed attending and Deaton needed extra help. Which Taylor understood so she agreed to just bring something home for Scott. She was annoyed. Not at Scott or his boss, but at everything. After what Stiles had done to her, what he had said.. Well she never told Scott. Not yet at least..she was still debating on whether or not it was worth it. But every time she tried to picture Scott’s reaction..she shied away from it. She couldn’t hurt Scott like that, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Plus, she’d also been wracking her brain with how the hell she was going to apologize to Lydia. How was she going to be able to look her in the fact after what Stiles had said to her? Or what Lydia had said to Scott? That she’d gotten pregnant on purpose?! She was shaking her head, a full blown headache beginning to form and she exhaled slowly. Her fingers moved to her temples as her eyes drifted shut. It was the sound of an unfamiliar voice that broke through her despair and she glanced up at a blonde female. “Um..” Taylor began but it clearly didn’t seem worth it considering she’d sat herself down anyways. “I guess.” She sighed softly, really not in the mood for any bad company, so she tried to be polite even though she felt horrible. The offer of the candy threw Taylor for a loop, and the confusion was clear as crystal on her face. Eyebrows tugging together as she looked over the blonde, Taylor frowned. Something she learned from reading all the pregnancy and parenting magazines were to teach your children not to take candy from strangers. But Taylor reached for it, and held it up as a way of saying thank you. But she didn’t eat it. Her words made it clear that what she was feeling on the inside, but be pretty damn clear on the outside. “Oh..” She chuckled, but it was forced. “Well thank you. I appreciate it.” She added and her voice was pretty sincere. “I’m trying to lay off the junk though.” She explained with a slight gesture to her bump. “Taylor.” She replied with a small smile. “As for the food..my boyfriend likes the burritos as if they were a religion. So does his best friend. But, I personally go in favor of the spaghetti or one of their salads. The one with raspberries and almonds is to die for.” 

Brooke felt weird as she sat there, yet she didn’t entire let it show through. She wasn’t the kind of girl to just help a stranger, more like.. The kind of girl who’d kill someone she didn’t know. “It’s no problem, really.” She said and folded her arms, gaze drifting from hers briefly only to look around herself. Briefly she wondered what was wrong with the girl yet the blonde didn’t dare to ask, not yet at least. She wasn’t entirely sure as of why she seemed to even care on what the girl’s issue was. “I could never stop eating junk food. It’s what I live for really.” The blonde used to be the kind of girl to live off of salad and a good protein diet, yet that soon stopped the day she turned. Finding out that she was able to eat as much as she wanted, no matter what it was had to be one of the best things about being a vampire. “McDonald’s chicken nuggets are to die for.” It was the honest truth. She knew she didn’t give of the image of one who didn’t eat healthy, but it wasn’t as if she cared much. Once the girl introduced herself Brooke gave her a small smile, her head tilting to the side and suddenly her curiosity grew. “Have you already thought a name for the little one?” The vampire remembered how as a little girl she always used to play with dolls. She remembered telling her mother how she wanted to have children, but now.. Things had changed, a lot. Her feelings on having children or building a family were drastically different and besides it wasn’t as if she could get pregnant anyway. She didn’t exactly care though in her eyes she doesn’t fit into that profile. She’d consider it a waste of time. Having a family and being in love, it was something stupid. Of course she wasn’t against the occasional good fuck. “Well I’ll just take that then. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good plate of pasta anyway.” Tapping her fingers against the table once again the blonde crossed her legs. Dropping the menu, she looked at her once again, but soon enough her attention drifted to the waitress arriving. Brooke let her eyes lock with the young girl’s. She knew she’d have to use compulsion if she wanted to get away with getting a beer. She hadn’t exactly bothered with getting a fake ID. She wasn’t one to waste time and besides. Playing with puppets always was much more fun. Light brown eyes locked with the brunette’s blue ones and with a small tilt of her head the word’s began to leave the blonde’s lips. “I’d like one of those raspberry salad’s, a plate of spaghetti bolognese and a beer please.” She spoke, her pupils widening only to shrink back into their normal size and as soon as the girl nodded her smile widened. “Thank you.” She said, eyes moving back to the pregnant girl sitting across the table. Hopefully the other girl wouldn’t think too much of what she’d just done. After all Brooke wasn’t 21, nor did she look like it. Whatever she’d just done, it was something meant for no one else to know but herself.

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selfservingnarcissist:

@clawedprincess·

Damon needed a drink so that was why he snuck into the Bronze, because the fact that Elena still didn’t remember him was like someone putting a stake through his heart. He was done being the good vampire— because after realizing that Katherine had used him, and finding love in Elena he realized that he should have stuck with his first notion on love. He should have never changed himself for her either. He sat at a table close to the bar drinking his bourbon when he noticed a Blonde girl who looked strangely familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, so he kept staring to see if he would remember. Damon watched as she turned to gaze in his direction. Damon finished off his glass of bourbon, and move toward the bar. Damon had a plan like always, and this plan he was going to find out who this girl was. Considering the fact that she looked way to young to be drinking at the bar. “Bartender— refill,” Damon said as he shot the girl a slide glance, as he slide into the bar stool. Damon waited patiently for his drink to arrive he turned to the girl, “Blondie, can you believe this service?” he questioned as he looked at blonde.

It had been a rather boring night for the blonde. She’d already fed and killed a poor human, leaving the dead body in an alley only to return to the bronze. Of course she’d gotten rid of the blood smeared across her face, she wouldn’t just walk into a pub looking like a total monster, even if that’s what she was. Now that she was back there she’d been sitting on one of the bar’s stools for god knows how long. Her fingers tapped against the bar as the wait for her cocktail seemed eternal. She’s always been a sucker for any type of vodka and gin, thus both Cosmopolitan and Martini being her favorite drinks. Either way the blonde seemed to have noticed the collection of Absolut bottles the bronze had on its drink’s shelf, so of course she had to order a red ruby. Something she’d also been aware of was how someone seemed to be staring at her, so she looked over her shoulders her gaze falling upon a dark haired male only to see him get up and make his way towards her direction. She didn’t know who he was. Tapping her finger’s against the bar, she let her gaze rake up and down his body briefly before tilting her head a small sigh parting her lips. Maybe he’d be able to make her night entertaining. After all she couldn’t stand being bored. It was something that irritated her. She didn’t turn to live a long uninteresting eternity. She turned to do what she was meant to do, kill werewolves and have as much fun. “Honestly? No I can’t.” She said, a small laugh parting her lips. She’d managed to compel the human bartender to get her all the drinks she’d ask for. “Though I’ve been here before, and let me tell you, the wait is worth it.” She remembered how good the Martini she’d gotten herself last time was, so of course she wouldn’t mind waiting, but then she realized she could easily get him to get their drinks done faster. Turning to look at the bartender, their gazes locked. She didn’t get how he didn’t wear any vervain considering where he worked out. “Mind hurrying up a bit?” She spoke, light brown eyes working their vampire magic and once she saw that he did what she’d ask him for Brooke turned to look at the blue eyed male again. “I’m Brooke by the way.” She told him, lips curving into a smile. “And if you haven’t the cocktails here, you should.”

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originalbrat:

“Maybe it’s because you’re liable to get on everyone’s nerves with that attitude.” Rebekah seen no resemblance in her own to this young vampires but more or less she often did the same thing with hers. “Oh shut that gob of yours already. I’m sick of that God awful noise coming from it. Did someone crush your windpipes? You sound worse than Elena.” There was roll of her eyes. “No dumb arse, I’m the first vampire ever made. The Original. It’s kind of simple to understand really but I’m presuming you didn’t go to school for very long so it’s not like I should assume you have common knowledge or anything.” Shaking her head the Mikaelson let out a sigh and it was clear on her face that she was annoyed deeply “Sure… It’s— you know what, go and find it yourself you stuck up princess bitch. I’ve got better things to do.” Rebekah’s letting out a roll of laughter as she turns to her heels to walk away. If there’s anyone who should be treated as a princess, it was her. Not this girl. So there was no way in hell she was going to act like it.

Every single world which left the blonde’s lips seemed to amuse Brooke in a strange way. Maybe it was the way she worded everything, the precise way in which her sentences were built. She didn’t even think twice before speaking to her that way and any normal person would’ve probably gotten pissed off instantly, yet Brooke wasn’t exactly normal. “Right.” She spoke, a small laugh parting her lips. She found the whole situation rather hilarious. Honestly the vampire wasn’t even slightly bothered by the other calling her a stuck up princess bitch. It didn’t hurt, mainly because she knew it was true. Brooke was a stuck up bitch and being called a princess was more of a compliment in her eyes than anything else. “Oh thank you.” She said, lips curving into a smirk and it was obvious that her words weren’t having any effect, yet she appreciated the entertainment she was getting. However what did piss her off was that the blonde didn’t exactly tell her where the nearest Starbucks was. Brooke’s gaze was stuck on the original as she walked away and quickly the blonde reached into her purse. A red licorice strip. If there was anything close to the taste of heaven Brooke wouldn’t even hesitate mentioning both Blood and the candy she was holding now. In a quick move she was in front of the blonde. She didn’t entirely get why she seemed to be offering candy to everyone she seemed to have met as of late. It’s not that she was generous, but it made her look good and somewhat normal. Good enough to offer candy to anyone who seemed worthy of it. Someone she could potentially get on her side. Tilting her head, her gaze locked with the blonde’s and before the other could say anything she spoke. “I’ll be honest with you I like your attitude.” She was being completely honest with her right there. It was something that wasn’t a lie. Maybe it was the way her comebacks had rolled of her tongue, she wasn’t sure yet she was insanely captivated by how easily she seemed to throw things back at a stranger. It definitely amused her. “Take it.” She said referring to the candy. “It’s not as good as blood, but it tastes heaven-like.” There was no way in the world for there being something as good as those two things. “I’m Brooke by the way.”