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meas-sinclair:

Sinclair paused for a moment, wondering how best to tackle the situation. This girl clearly saw her as someone called ‘Cloe’, a consequence of the eclipse no doubt. The moon had mysterious effects on the inhabitants of this island, and it didn’t discriminate between species, it seemed.

A blink was all it took. The girl was different now, a few inches taller, cheekbones more prominent and hair arranged in rows upon rows of intricate braids. Sinclair’s eyes widened in shock. The face was one she’d seen many years ago, last lit by the flames the woman had ignited in her palms. The scar of the burn on her arm lingered in Sinclair’s memory, the memory of the pain causing it to ache.

“You…” Sinclair said, eyes wary of the woman she’d last seen dead, turned to ash by her own flames. “You can’t be here. You- You’re dead!” A knife was quickly in Sinclair’s hand, poised ready for a fight.

Cloe taunted her still, daring to pull out a blade as she mocked her. “You are supposed to be dead, so why don’t we get on with it?” It was a moment of clarity as Cleo realized her sister truly had no idea what she was getting herself into. The sheer stupidity of her sister’s ignorance was enough to elicit a sharp laugh from the younger’s lips.

“You want to kill me, with that?” She eyed the metal blade as if it were a toy. By the time Cloe managed to move an inch, she’d have her by her throat against the ground.

“Leave me alone." Her voice was stone cold, eyes narrowing into Cloe’s movements.

#p.#sinclair 001

meas-sinclair:

cleosprague:

@meas-sinclair timeline follows { found you, sis } self-para

It hadn’t taken long for things on Moon Island to become insane once again. Sinclair had contemplated moving to Boston after her short stay in the city, but it was too dense, and harder to hunt supernaturals than it was on the island. The decision to come back had been easy, for she had much unfinished business, and potentially witches chasing her down after her true intentions had been revealed to Helena, but it seemed she was safe enough, for now.

Sinclair had decided to take a jog around the island, taking unfamiliar paths to get to know where they led and who might be on them. This one, it seemed, led to the cemetery, a location she didn’t particularly admire, but found to be popular with certain supernaturals. It seemed empty, but that didn’t mean it was. Acting as naturally as possible, Sinclair continued her jog around the cemetery’s perimeter, letting a branch snap beneath her foot to potentially lure out anyone who might be around. It seemed her tactic had worked this time.

She slowed to a walk, and then to a stop as the woman snapped at her, her hands lifting up in a gesture of goodwill. “I was just out on a run,” Sinclair said, looking behind her, feigning confusion. “I must’ve taken a wrong turn from my usual route. I don’t usually pass the cemetery.” She tried a smile, but wondered if perhaps the eclipse was working its wicked ways on the woman who stood before her.

She held her hands up, but the smirk never faltered from Cloe’s lips as her eyes mocked her little sister. “Must've taken a wrong turn.”

“A wrong turn? Quit is Cloe how the fuck did you find me! How did you even know I was here--- alive. I’m dead, as far as anyone is concerned I’m six feet under so why the fuck you here?”

“You don’t seem so happy to see me, lil’ sis.”

Cleo felt her gums ache in anger, the beginnings of a snarl in her throat. The questions buzzed around her. This was no hallucination, it couldn’t be. There was no way she was imagining the scent, the heart rate--everything screamed that Cloe was real and was standing right in front of her as if to torment her once again.

#sinclair 001 #p.

@meas-sinclair timeline follows { found you, sis } self-para

Shaken by the possibility of her sister having found her on Moon Island, Cleo had quickly fled the boardwalk for the town center. It had to be a trick of the mind, some freaky shit going on with this darkness that hadn't passed yet despite it being well over the duration expected. She would see Cloe again, standing amongst the crowd that seemed to be enthralled by her before her whispers would turn inaudible even for Cleo's ears. And just like that, all eyes would turn to look at the vampire, ridiculing her with their gazes as if picking her apart like everyone in their circle used to do. She learned her lesson from the first incident at the beach, shutting her eyes tight before opening them to find her sister gone. “What the fuck.” the vampire mumbled, pushing her way past the crowd still whispering her name like venom.

It was silent passed the cemetery, and only then did she take a deep breath. The hunger now settled in the pit of her stomach, but she would abate it-- she didn’t trust herself to feed now, not without killing whoever it was she fed on, and So-Young’s only rule hung above her head as her mind raced at the possibility of Cloe ever actually finding her again.

There was a crack of a twig behind suddenly which brought Cleo’s head snapping to the intruder who now invaded her space with their presence. But unlike her earlier sightings up her sister, she could smell and hear her heartbeat. Eyes fell on the girl and Cleo could feel her chest tighten with anger, confusion. This wasn’t possible.

She got to her feet, hands balled into fists at the one girl who she could never beat, no matter how hard she tried. “How the fuck did you find me??”

#closed starter #sorevent5 #p.#sinclair 001

{ found you, sis. }

She told So-Young she would be fine alone. Truth was, she needed to feed. The kind of feeding that left vampires dizzy with euphoria. It was the only way to ease the irritation, the only way to feel the same high she once reached with alcohol and other drugs. The eclipse had come at her advantage, the darkness around Boston making it easy to prey on those with their guard down too busy looking up to look around.

Now she swelled with childish glee as she made her way back to Moon Island, skipping the need for a cab for an exhilirating "run" through the forest and mountain ridge. It was close to the shores of the beach did, among the several people gazing at the peculiar glow of the water did Cleo see the breathtaking beauty of the moon and the town. There really was something special about this place, and despite her silent reluctance on staying here for long-- she had begun to think it wouldn't be so bad.

Her gaze followed to the people dispersed on the boardwalk, thankful she was no longer hungry. Ears perked at their conversations, some in awe while others just silent watching the waves intently. She heard everything, down to the multitude of heartbeats just several feet away as she found herself a spot along the railing.

A laughter caught her ear- a unique one she had heard all her life. Laughter that indicated condescension and jealousy. It was a soprano tone- C6 -shrill in Cleo's opinion. But everyone always fell in love with that laugh, and the person it belonged to. Hearing the sound froze the undead blood in her veins as she whipped her head to the source. Eyes widened when they settled on the image of herself, but prettier, taller, older-- better.

"Cloe."

Her voice was nothing more than whisper, a snarl of complete hatred under her breath- but as if the girl had some sort of keen super-hearing senses, she looked up. A sly smirk slowly appeared on her lips, smiling as if to say “I found you, sis”.

Cleo lunged at her, all senses and caution from being exposed gone from her mind. The onlookers scurried like ants as yelps of surprises back away from where she now stood-- alone.

#sp.#self para #sorevent5

soyoungparkx:

So-Young beamed when Cleo seemed to be happy with the promise of her picking the next place. She hoped that it would more than make up for their detour through Moon Island. And So-Young thought it would be a great start to showing Cleo the world around her. She thought about the question, considering some of her favorites. “Paris was pretty cool, and there is always something new to do there. It just never gets old you know? But I honestly think you would love Rio de Janeiro. That is a great atmosphere.”

So-Young shrugged slightly, honestly not knowing the answer. “I am not sure, my guess is no. I did kind of mention you in passing but honestly our talks haven’t been too in depth. Plus I think he is just more shocked of seeing me right now to really process anything else I have said. I do want you to meet him though.” She turned towards Cleo and gave her a small smile, the relationship between So-Young and Jae-Sung was complicated. So-Young tried to explain it to Cleo in the past but there is so much emotion behind talking with Jae-Sung again that she couldn’t even begin to process it. She just hoped that Cleo wouldn’t be too upset over not being brought up directly right away. “I think he would like you. Well, old Jae-Sung would. I still don’t know too much about him now. But I want him to know you are important to me.”

Rio seemed like, so did Paris. “Maybe both? We have time, right?” She glanced over at her maker, suddenly overwhelmed with the notion of eternity. Too young- Cleo had been too young to make some reckless decision that would keep her looking like she did now forever. What was it that witch had said to her? Stupidity. She had been stupid. The doubt flitted across her forehead as she tore her gaze away from So-Young and continued to walk, the hotel coming into view.

It seemed almost as if So-Young was the older sibling, the way she watched over and took caution with her brother in a way Cleo had never experienced with her sister. Sometimes she forgot that he was the older of the two. She hid her hurt, wondering why she was even salty about it when she had expected the answer. As far as Cleo was concerned she was just a nuisance- there was no guarantee he would like her, if anything he’d probably want to get rid of her.

“You shouldn’t make assumptions like that, So-Young--” she mumbled as they entered the lobby. “It would suck if he ended up hating my guts.” What would she do if he did?

#c.#c. soyoung

jasper--king:

He shrugged “I didn’t, I didn’t even know what had happened to me after I did something horrible” Jasper wondered how it worked if he was the anomaly if vampires came to you and asked you, like joining the army or something like that where you had to pass a test. “So you did, why? If you don’t mind that I ask.”

“And what do you do, go around the world and traveled?” It was a nice way of living, but he was still planning to be a lawyer but was that even possible, to have a normal job in his new condition. He snorted “That’s what you can say about a hit and run, they commit the crime and run away like nothing had happened, leaving the mess behind.”

She wondered what that was like, not knowing her maker... being thrown into a life of immortality and blood thirst with no one to help. Cleo shrugged off his politeness. "I was tired of living in someone else's shadow." That was the truth, and it stung even now to say it out loud. But part of it had also been her infatuation with So-Young, the only person who had ever seen her true fucked up self and still stayed. It made things easier to make the decision but if she was being honest, Cleo had days when she wondered if she had made the right choise. Cold feet.

She smiled at his next question, "I guess that's what we'll do. There is so much out there to discover, to learn." He still sounded bitter, clearly his transition hadn't been the best or the easiest, and for a moment Cleo felt bad for him.

"Well, do you have help now? Someone who can help you-- control it?"

#c.#c. jasper

emmanuelxalpha:

Emmanuel smiled kindly and nodded. “That’s very nice. Are you two enjoying yourselves here?” He was a bit curious, noting that her tone didn’t seem like it was her idea to come to Moon Island. He shrugged trying to be nonchalant. “I pretty much grew up here, but even when I wasn’t an official resident we visited all the time.”

She nodded, though enjoying was not the word she would have described her stay. “It’s interesting,” but boring. “There isn’t much to do here except play a constant game of ‘guess who is what’... and it’s gotten easy. The witches are a little bit of a challenge...” she mumbled. They smelled and looked the same as humans, humans with magic. “So what are you then? A pack?”

#c.#c. emmanuel

leonvg:

The second she shook him off, Leon raised his hands and took one step back, both defensively and apologetically, showing her he meant no harm to her. He could almost feel hunger coming from her and the way her movements had just happened, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, especially with her dark hues on his neck. “I will–” He said, keeping his hands up for an extra moment before lowering them. “Are you thirsty? I know someone who could help you with that… someone like yourself.”

Her brows furrowed together in confusion at his question. “How--” how did he know? Was it that obvious? Most would cower from her, she had seen this before. But this man, his face was far from fearful, far from ignorant of what she was.

#c.#c. leon

petravery:

A sigh escaped her lips before she moved her attention at the vampire. “If someone’s worth my time, I’ll find the patience to go through it. If not… well, you may know the answer for that.” With a light shrug, Petra looked at the store once again. “I guess it isn’t worth my time. Even if it’s free food. Maybe it’d be easier to get something at the gym or to get it from you.”

While Petra wasn’t the best at making jokes, she shared her last few words with a playful tone. “Apparently you were patient enough to go through that experience.”

It was supposed to be a joke, right? Cleo gave her a small eyebrow raise, still much too grumpy to offer anything-- but her guard eased just a touch before responding to the observation. “Regrettingly, yeah. I got it for someone else though, so I guess I’m extra stupid for that,” she scoffed at herself. “Heard they have the best baked stuff here- but I’ve had a lot of baked stuff so we’ll see, I guess.”

#c.#c. petra

soyoungparkx:

So-Young looked down when Cleo started holding her hand. She was never really used to much physical affection, but she liked the way it felt with Cleo. There were many things that go unsaid between the two of them, many things that So-Young wanted to ask about but she didn’t know where to begin. And the off chance that Cleo didn’t share similar thoughts or feelings towards So-Young kept her from asking about it. So she took the little things that made her heart seem like it was racing, like the hand holding.

She relaxed when Cleo seemed accepting of her apology. She still felt a little guilty leaving Cleo, a newborn, alone when she needed her most. “I just feel like since he actually knows I’m here I don’t want to leave just yet. I know that sounds stupid.” A sudden thought popped in her head and she grinned at Cleo. “How about after we are done here you get to pick the next spot we go to! Wherever you want and however long you want to stay there!”

So-Young shrugged slightly. Her last couple interactions with Jae-Sung were less than what she had dreamed of but she would take what she could get. “I think he is okay, a little shook up since the full moon and storm but I think he will be okay.” She trailed off, thoughts swarming in her mind. After a small moment she tried to piece together what she was thinking. “He’s different from what I remember him. Hell, maybe I am too. But it is just a weird feeling between us now.”

She couldn’t relate, didn’t really want to think about the matters of siblings and blood relatives. Cleo had left all of that when she chose this new life, willingly too. And though learning So-Young wasn’t entirely alone in the world had left her uneasy about the future, she chose to let her own thoughts stay as they were, her own. But the idea of leaving the town and going elsewhere brought a slow smile to Cleo’s face as she pondered on their next destination.

“That would be nice.. Maybe somewhere not in America. What’s the most city place you’ve been to?” Preferably populated, where bodies wouldn’t be missed if they disappeared.

“Does he know,” she added- wondering if she had been worth mentioning to So-Young’s brother.

#c.#c. soyoung

jasper--king:

Now that was something he was not used to it, was he an abandoned child, he had no idea how turned him, he didn’t have a maker, and probably if he had he would be sure how to react to it. “So you asked for this?” As much as he knew there were good reasons to become a vampire how bad your life as a human was to give up her freedom. “It’s hard to be back in a small town when you were used to a city, what makes you and your maker come here?” He took a sip of his coffee and shrugged “It doesn’t matter does it, I’m one and there’s no really a way to go back to my life.”

She nodded at his question, “I’m guessing you didn’t.” She expected some sort of shock at why any human would ever want to trade their life to be a monster, but Cleo never really saw it that way, maybe because her maker was hardly the image of a killer despite knowing now just what their species was capable of. The first time she had killed had been a rude awakening, but the guilt didn’t consume her the way it would most- she had So-Young to thank for that, her soft comforting and whispers that everything would be okay to soothe her panic and fear.

“Uh-- she knows someone here,” Cleo answered as vaguely as possible, unsure of whether or not she was supposed to reveal the real reason why and who they had come to Moon Island for. “We probably won’t be sticking around for long, but who knows.”

At the other’s reply, her eyes flickered to glance up at him. He seemed to dislike it, as if he were still adapting to a new life. “Wow-- they really fucked you up then, your maker.” Why else would he answer in the way he did?

#c.#c. jasper

emmanuelxalpha:

Emmanuel followed her gaze and glanced back at the store as well. He shrugged slightly, he was never one for crowds in the first place. Not for any reason he guesses a vampire like herself would hate crowds, but he just thought there were too many variables with that many people. Too many chances for things to go wrong. “I’ll probably hang back until the crowd thins out. No sense in fighting others for something as small as a cookie.”

Emmanuel moved out of the doorway to allow others to pass through freely, but he still wanted to make conversation with the newcomer. “So what brings you to the Island? I’ve been here a pretty long time so it’s easy to spot a new face.” He explained while still trying to be friendly towards her.

He talked too much. But at least he wasn’t rude and patronizing. Sidestepping a few eager free-food vultures, Cleo glanced at him wondering how much she should tell him about her stay on the Island. “I’m here because a close friend is here, we go everywhere together.” She wondered if he knew she was a vampire, because it wasn’t hard to smell what he was. “How long is pretty long?”

#c.#c. emmanuel

mayadhaas:

Maya could only snort when she heard the female speak up. Only someone who didn’t know who the female was could even dare speak to her the way this child did. Her eyes rolled as she turned to peer at the young female, arms folded above her chest.

“Ah, the stench of teenage angst.” She glanced down at the girl. “Do you have to be a walking stereotype? Class could do you wonders, though I’m certain you’re perhaps a little too young or immature to know the concept.” If she’d elbowed anyone, she would be certain to convey it as a mistake even though it could have been more than intentional. “Now, have I given you enough attention to get through the day?”

“And you would think someone with as many damn wrinkles as you do would know a thing or two about watching where you’re fucking going, but I guess that’s a concept you haven’t grasped with your head so far up your ass.” It felt too familiar, the verbal attacks and clear animosity that for a moment, Cleo thought she was talking to her sister or her mother. Her gums began to ache, fists clenched as the memories and anger began to take more capacity in her mind.

She was still too new at this, and controlling her emotions had been almost as challenging as controlling her thirst. She couldn’t help it as she bared her teeth, growling lowly at the woman. “I’d watch it if I were you.”

#c.#c. maya

soyoungparkx:

So-Young smiled as they walked alongside each other. She noticed Cleo become more at ease which in return made So-Young more relieved as well. She shrugged at the mention of the flowers, worried slightly that Cleo might not like them. “I thought it was small enough to be helpful but at least you get to enjoy them now. I think I’d much rather this outcome if I’m to be honest.”

She felt a bit guilty that she hadn’t checked in with Cleo lately since they’ve been to Moon Island. They weren’t supposed to be there as long as they have been. So-Young hadn’t even planned on reconnecting with Jae-Sung but now it was all out of her hands and she didn’t want to leave until she was asked. She just hoped that soon she could introduce Cleo to Jae-Sung.

But So-Young wanted to have some one on one time with Cleo. “How are you doing? I’m sorry if I’ve been a little bit absent lately and that we have stayed a little longer here than planned. I just want to check in on you and spend some time with you.” So-Young felt stupid saying it out loud but she was still learning how to keep someone else’s priorities into consideration as well. She wanted to do right by Cleo and she was afraid that it might mean feeling a little bit of uncharted territory.

All she knew was that she would stay until they were ready to leave. Cleo didn't question her maker, didn't think about ever really needing to. It was clear that they would be together no matter what, that's what So-Young had promised, and she believed in that. Still though, it didn't change the quiet moments of doubt she had in herself, when the thoughts began to grow from whispers to snarls that So-Young might be better without her, that she was nothing more than a burden, an obstacle keeping her away from being free to do whatever she wanted. This was another reason why Cleo refused to let on how difficult the transition had been for her.

But she softened at the words she heard, fingertips subconsciously finding So-Young's as they continued to walk out of the Town Square and toward the beach where their temporary home was- a hotel. She wondered how much longer it would be, that living in a hotel room was beginning to grow boring... dull. Growing up with the rich and famous had made this downsized life another change she had to accustom to.

"Don't apologize. I get it- you gotta do what you gotta do." So-Young had told her to purpose of this trip, and though Cleo had nodded in understanding at the time, she had spent hours away that night, feeding.. numbing the poisonous jealousy that twisted in her gut. What was it like to have a sibling who didn't want to compete with your every move?

"How is he?" she asked abruptly, ignoring the questions asked about her.

#c.#c. soyoung

jasper--king:

“Well, actually I used to live here before I went away to college” He wasn’t really sure if it was okay to say that he was a rookie, after all, if they were at war he should appear to be better at the whole vampire thing. “I’m guessing you came here because of your new lifestyle?.” Since she had stopped he took the advantage of the conversation.

She nodded slowly, not really taking the answer to memory before shrugging at his question. “Sort of, I followed my maker. I go wherever she goes, basically.” It was better for the new lifestyle, though. Less bodies, less temptation. But it did little for her nerves. “I miss the city though,” she mumbled, glancing in whatever direction California was. Some days Cleo felt homesick, but a reminder of her old life was enough for the newborn to shove all emotions into a pit of anger. She felt everything. Always. “You like being one?”

#c.#c. jasper

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