twisted sister

Damsel┊33┊Huntress Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait. You Catholic girls start much too late. But sooner or later it comes down to fate.

[dahliastarling-blog]

“Taking care of family business,” she replied evenly. If she allowed his mood to affect her, they’d both be at each other’s throats within minutes. Besides, she had expected this. “Remember when I asked you if vampires kept humans as pets? Well, I got my answer.” And that answer was a big fat no. Unless one counted subsiders as pets–which most did not. 

“I had to…I had to finish all that before I–” Moved forward with you. She couldn’t finish her sentence though. Maybe it was pride, or perhaps embarrassment. Or maybe she was afraid. Of him, of their possible future together, of his species. You should marry him, Dahlia. Maybe he’ll set you straight. Ah, that lovely advice from her father. Some parting words after she rambled on for hours about Augustus. Instead of telling her that no man was good enough, Jeremiah Thompson had practically begged her to ‘lock that down’. Sure, he might be a dead, murderous sociopath but how many times would anyone ever take interest in a thirty-three year old ex-nun?

“Dad would have loved you.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. Didn’t think it would bother you so much.”

[augustus-leventis]

If this was a different time, Augustus might have been interested in this story. He might have even asked about her father, found a small piece of him that cared enough to know about the remaining shreds of her family. In truth, he was relieved that she wasn’t dead. More than that, she came back. She was apologizing.

If it was a different time, it might have been enough. But there was too much anger rippling underneath his skin for her kind words and strong eyes to soothe away. Damsel didn’t just leave, she betrayed his trust— the first real trust he had extended to someone in years and years.

“Not bother me? A month of…” He trailed off, the hurt clear on his face. “I don’t know what you creatures are used to, but I was under the impression that it was common courtesy to not disappear. Do you realize how much I looked for you, how much I tried to… I wasted my time on you. And then you come waltzing back on your own time, as if you didn’t just abandon—” He cut himself off and looked away, jaw quivering with unspoken words.

[dahliastarling-blog]

She was silenced by the look on his face. For the first time, Damsel seemed to realize that this pretentious, beautiful, dangerous vampire really did love her. Cornelius’ words had rung in her head the past month--how much of a conquest she was, her enticing blood, her virginity. Once that was gone, how could she possibly be at all interesting to a thousand year old being? 

But she was.

Enough to upset him like this. She longed to run into his arms, curl up against him, inhale his scent, allow his presence to comfort her, but his tone kept her away. She’d never been afraid of him before, not really. There was an odd sense of faith she put in him, that he wouldn’t hurt her. But now, like this...after seeing her Aunt and Uncle as a sort of twisted image of her beloved Augustus...

“These past few months have made me realize that I’ve gotta grow up a little. I told Lilith and Atticus that I’d take care of them, but then you came along and I got majorly sidetracked. I had to keep my family safe, Augustus. Those two are all I have left in this world. Surely you can understand that.” Damsel glanced down at her lap, her mind weary and heart aching. 

“But I did come back. I fought to come back, and if you knew anything about me you’d know I’m not the sort to return to a place once I’ve blown through. Not even my family could keep me in California, but you...you brought me back here.”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“It wasn’t planned…it all just sort of snowballed and–well, I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back.” Being an only child who spent most of her life drifting from place to place had made Damsel fiercely independent, to a fault. Calling people and checking in had never been a strong suit anyway.

“If I’d told you what I was going to do, would you have let me go?”

[augustus-leventis]

Every word she said only fed his anger; it took everything he had to refrain from screaming over her or making an attempt on her life. Augustus knew, from years of experience, the fleetingness of human relationships. But this one had stung. This one actually hurt. He wasn’t about to let her forget that. “And what, exactly” he spat venomously, “were you doing?”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“Taking care of family business,” she replied evenly. If she allowed his mood to affect her, they’d both be at each other’s throats within minutes. Besides, she had expected this. “Remember when I asked you if vampires kept humans as pets? Well, I got my answer.” And that answer was a big fat no. Unless one counted subsiders as pets--which most did not. 

“I had to...I had to finish all that before I--” Moved forward with you. She couldn’t finish her sentence though. Maybe it was pride, or perhaps embarrassment. Or maybe she was afraid. Of him, of their possible future together, of his species. You should marry him, Dahlia. Maybe he’ll set you straight. Ah, that lovely advice from her father. Some parting words after she rambled on for hours about Augustus. Instead of telling her that no man was good enough, Jeremiah Thompson had practically begged her to ‘lock that down’. Sure, he might be a dead, murderous sociopath but how many times would anyone ever take interest in a thirty-three year old ex-nun?

“Dad would have loved you.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. Didn’t think it would bother you so much.”

[dahliastarling-blog]

"It wasn't planned...it all just sort of snowballed and--well, I wasn't sure I'd ever come back." Being an only child who spent most of her life drifting from place to place had made Damsel fiercely independent, to a fault. Calling people and checking in had never been a strong suit anyway.

"If I'd told you what I was going to do, would you have let me go?"

[dahliastarling-blog]

Technically, Lilith was right. They had died that first night--Damsel had not faced her Aunt and Uncle weeks ago. They'd been hollow shells. Walking corpses. That's how she'd gotten through it. If she'd seen a glimmer of recognition in their faces, she would have hesitated, and probably wouldn't be here to tell the tale. The blonde reached forward, her hand gentle on Lilith's forearm. 

"They weren't there anymore, Lil. They...passed on the night you saved those kids. There was just a little clean up left to do." It was the nicest way she could put it, really. Subsiders were frightening; stuck between life and death, mindless like zombies. If Damsel hadn't dealt with them during her time stranded on Cyric, it would have been even more terrifying.

“I’m so...tired. How are you always the strong one?”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“At first I just wanted to find them. To know for sure.” She couldn’t move forward with Augustus until she closed that chapter of her life. “But I was detoured--ended up in Santa Monica. Dad was...very sick. So I stayed there for a few weeks until he passed, then I knew I had to...” Her chin trembled as she took in Lilith’s expression. Powering through this wasn’t easy, but she had to get it out.

“I found them,” she didn’t dare say ‘Auntie and Uncle’ or ‘Your Parents’. Them was enough. “They weren’t...you were right. They didn’t make it.” That was a lovely way of putting it. It had been gruesome, and certainly not something Lilith or Atticus should have witnessed. In the end, it was only right that it was Damsel who finished the job.

“I’m sorry.”

[lilith-thompson-blog]

Lilith froze for a second, after all no one called her that. Well not since she was smaller. Turning around she saw a flash of blonde and for a second she almost wanted to punch damsel.

To be honest she probably would have if she hadn’t missed her so much. Rushing the woman she pulled her into a hug. “You asshat where were you? You fucking left me here.” 

She stood back noticing little things. “Dahlia what happened. You don’t look right what happened?” 

[dahliastarling-blog]

A hug--she hadn’t been expecting that. Damsel felt some of her pent up stress and sadness untangle itself from her heart, squeezing Lilith protectively until her cousin pulled back. 

“I couldn’t...I couldn’t keep moving forward. I promised you and Atticus I’d take care of everything, but I, ah...I wasn’t sure if I’d come back.” Don’t cry. Jesus Christ, do not cry. “But I had to.” And she couldn’t afford Lilith, Atticus, or Augustus attempting to stop her. If she didn’t make it back alive, then there’d be no further harm done. Of course, Damsel had not been sure about what she’d set out to do until she visited home and found her father dying.

At least they were all orphans together now.

“It’s over now, Lil. All of it.”

[lapalomafolladora-blog]

[modenue]

This is why y'all going to hell.

[dahliastarling-blog]

“Hey there, Lil Girl.”

“Fancy seeing you here.”

[dahliastarling-blog]

OOC: A little drabble concerning Damsel’s whereabouts the past month.

“You look lost, child.”

“Do I? I guess I am...I’ve done more in one month than I’ve done in thirty three years. Don’t think I can process it all--”

“The front door is around the corner, up the steps. This door leads to the cellar.” The Priest gently interrupted. Best he stop the blonde’s rambling now; she looked like quite the chatterbox. Damsel’s face fell for a moment before she offered a sheepish smile and lit up a cigarette.

“I’ll join the sermon in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

“Merry Christmas, my child.”

“Yeah. Merry Christmas.” She watched the man leave, presumably to enter the warm church and deliver the Christmas sermon that all and sundry had shown up for on this cold winter’s night. Should she even bother? What if she burst into flames as soon as she set foot on the threshold to the holy building? After the last two weeks, Damsel wouldn’t be surprised. She stood there, listening to the faint but cheerful singing as she finished up her cigarette. Despite her heart’s yearning to join in, she grudgingly made her way back down the street, away from the warmth and the cheer and down the lonely sidewalk, towards her motel. Further away from God and his almighty gaze.

Merry Christmas.

Maybe this was what Augustus felt like; if she had sassed the Priest and then blown up the church, it would definitely have been a day in his life. Damsel took a long bath, chain smoking the entire time until the water was near freezing. Now she studied her reflection in the mirror, assessing the physical damage of her escapades. Her long, golden hair was shorter now--she’d cut it two days ago, to her shoulders, in some desperate attempt to cleanse herself in some way. There were three long scratches on her right shin that were finally healing--She was thinner...no longer athletic looking, but almost gaunt. Not a good look. The disappearance of her tan didn’t help matters; she looked like a walking corpse, but not ethereally beautiful like a vampire.

Augustus, Lilith, Atticus...hell, she even missed Marcel. He’d probably make some snarky comment about her hair then insist she get back to work. Damsel smiled a little at that thought, turning out the bathroom light and sliding into bed. Tartarus was her home now; she’d have to return. There was literally nothing left for her here on the mainland. 

The moon shone through the motel’s flimsy curtains, and the huntress turned onto her side, studying the amethyst ring that adorned her middle finger; a gift from dad. He’d bought it for mom, as soon as she discovered she was pregnant with Dahlia. The ring had been left on the dresser the day she left her family. It was only fitting that the ring find itself on Damsel’s finger now--two things that had been abandoned by Nina Starling.

Dad didn’t have a lot to say. He lay on his death bed looking more irritated than anything, asking for another drink. If he was dying, why not go out his way? Even dying of liver failure due to excessive drinking, Jeremiah was an alcoholic through and through. He didn’t have much to say to his daughter, letting her do most of the talking (as usual). And then he was gone, and she knew what she had to do next.

Where did a vampires’ soul go after it’s second death?

This was a question she’d asked both Augustus and Marcel in passing, and neither of them had provided a satisfactory answer. With her crossbow resting against her leg, hands bloody and trembling, Damsel lit up a cigarette. The Five-O would be here soon enough, along with a parade of ambulances and fire trucks. Wouldn’t do them much good--the only survivor would be hightailing it out of here as fast as her injured leg would allow.

But not before she finished this cigarette.

“Helluva way to go,” she murmured, watching as the flames rose higher. Auntie and Uncle deserved better. They’d been good people. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Damsel tossed the butt of her cigarette into the inferno, picked up her crossbow and duffle-bag, and made her way carefully up the icy embankment.

“When’s the boat leave?”

“Twenty more minutes, Miss.”

Damsel huffed and turned away, standing on tip-toe as she watched her luggage being boarded onto the ferry. You had to practically sell and arm and a leg for them to let you travel with weapons. And those weapons had to be sealed in crates...I’m a hunting enthusiast, she had said, laying on the charm. Didn’t work well, as she still had to pay full price.

At least she’d have plenty of time to go over the repercussions of her unplanned, unannounced ‘vacation’. Marcel might fire her. Augustus would probably dump her. Lilith would punch her and Atticus would refrain from speaking to his crazy cousin. But she’d done what she had to do. Everything that had been holding her back--it was over. The cost had been too high, the fight too rough, and the consequences undetermined (though even her cheerful disposition refused to believe her loved ones would be waiting at the docks with a banner and lots of hugs). She wasn’t that naive. 

At least, not anymore.

[marcelluseickenhorst]

“I would be more interested to talk where were you for an entire month?”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“Had to tie up some loose ends.” She wasn’t sure how much she should tell him...firstly, she might end up crying, which would be mortifying, and secondly, he might think her even weaker for being upset about such things. 

“It’s a long story,” she finally replied. Might as well give him a few bits and pieces, so he knew she wasn’t just coming off of a month long high after smoking a shit ton of peyote and going on some sort of vision quest in her apartment. 

“Had to go back to Santa Monica, last minute. My dad passed away.”

“But now I’m back, and at your disposal, Boss. Got a month of catching up to do--assuming you’ll let me keep my job.”

[marcelluseickenhorst]

“Hug?” He frowned slightly. “You know I’m not a hug person, so maybe not. How about that? No hugs ever.”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“Worth a shot.”

“What insane adventures have the locals endured while I was back on the mainland? Did ya’ll go down like Texas and have an outbreak of Syphilis? Man, I can’t believe you didn’t miss me! Not even a little?”

[marcelluseickenhorst]

“Oh that’s why the office has been quieter. And I’ve been wondering..”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“I can’t believe I missed your sarcastic ass.” It was so good to see him again--of course, she wasn’t about to tell him that. The man didn’t need a bigger ego. “I see you haven’t replaced me...not that you could. I’m one of a kind, baby. Should we hug or...”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“I’ve been gone for a month, and you just walked in like I’ve been sitting here the whole time. No ‘hello’ or ‘glad to see you’re still alive’?”

[dahliastarling-blog]

OOC: Goodbye

So, I’m afraid I must say goodbye to the RP. If you RP with any of the following characters; Damsel, Josephine, Roxie, Corine, Maggie, Cordelia, Camille, or Elisaveta, please read the following so that you may incorporate these into your plots/stories/etc. 

Monica Fiore and Ricole Oiscling are NOT my OC’s, therefor what happens to them is up to the group. However, I ask that if they are replaced, please be creative and do not use my ideas (AKA Corine and Roxie stuff). Everyone else is my character and can be done with as I see fit. (So no remaking them or turning them into NPCs or whatever, please and thanks.)

Damsel and Camille are missing. Alive, probably, but missing. Maybe Damsel’s on a vision quest in the woods and maybe Camille fell into a well, IDK.

Elisaveta is going on her yearly ‘restitution’, which basically means getting into a coffin for a year.

Josephine has either gone to Prison for killing her husband (and lover) or died of a heart attack. Either way, she’s not coming back.

Maggie is probably loose in the forest somewhere.

Cordelia’s been shot by hunters, but she was only 2 weeks old anyway so who cares. 

I don’t think I’ve ever left an RP before, so I’m not sure what to say...thank you to those of you who made my time here enjoyable, and a special thanks to Rob, Meg, and Miriam for making such a bitching place to play and constantly calming my ass down. And kisses to Addie who has been through 3 RPs with me now.

I’m keeping all my blogs up because that’s just what I do, so no worries about missing interactions or anything.

xxKitty

[hell-of-a-killer-deactivated201]

Okay, so it was going well at the moment.  She said they were close, and she vaguely accepted the offer for a shower.  He did need to wash up.  Too bad his body had gotten old.  He wasn’t as taut as he used to be.  If he still looked like he did fighting for Agamemnon, then she’d hop into bed with him faster than he could say ‘Hera is a bitch.’  Then, she blew up.

“I’m not teasing y-,” he started before she just talked over him.  His lip twitched twice.  Couldn’t she just take the goddamn compliment.  His anger had often gotten the best of him, and this was one of those cases.

“I AM TELLING THE FUCKING TRUTH,” he shouted.  It would have been effective.  If it wasn’t all in Ancient Greek.  He frowned and looked away for a minute.  Then, he looked back at her.  “I am telling you the truth.”

[dahliastarling-blog]

He shouted something in another language, which sounded threatening--then again, he could have been expressing his love for grilled cheese sandwiches and it still would have been intimidating. Her eyes widened, but she stood her ground.

“Alright...it’s kinda scary when you do that, not gonna lie.” He might have been a baby vamp with a penchant for saying really bogus stuff, but he was still a threat. A very angry threat. But it wasn’t as if she didn’t spend half her time hanging around grumpy, angry vampires anyway. How she found them, God only knew.

“You really blow hot and cold, Mister Lund.”

[hell-of-a-killer-deactivated201]

“Darling, I’ve been killing nuisances since I was 10.  I think I can handle a little vampire, despite my short time as a vampire myself.  Honestly, experience trumps power.”  Finishing his speech, he thought on what she asked.  “No.  I don’t believe it will.  I traveled the world chasing a woman for about 1300 years.  Even if you were to lose it to this temporary young man, I would still chase you.  It’s fun, and you’re stunning.  I can’t lose.  I think you’re the hottest ‘commodity’ around.  Your beauty rivals Aphrodite, and when I met you, I didn’t want to tear your head off.  That’s honestly a big step for me.  When I find someone I don’t want to kill, I hang on to them to see if I’ll keep them.”

[dahliastarling-blog]

Damsel was cool about a lot of things; it was her nature. But being called beautiful? Stunning? A rival to Aphrodite? Firstly, she’d never been called any of those things. Secondly, she hadn’t gotten the nickname ‘Damsel’ for being any sorts of pretty. She’d come to terms with that a long time ago, and now the words stung. Was he mocking her?

“You can stop that sweet talk right there, mister! I know what I’m good at and what my weaknesses are. It isn’t nice for you to tease me like that.” 

“Just tell the damn truth. It’s my blood. I ain’t no great beauty, and I’m okay with that.”

[hell-of-a-killer-deactivated201]

“Thanks.  I’ve been perfecting it for 3000 or so years.  Give or take a few years.”  He pushed her hair out of her face just a bit before grinning devilishly.  “Well, as long as you’re hanging around this insufficient child, I will wait.  And get laid along the way.  Just to tide myself over.”  He tilted his head with a hum.  “We’re close you say?  Close enough to take friend showers?”

[dahliastarling-blog]

“He’d snap your neck if you stepped on his toes, bub. You seem to think I’m not going to be with him for very long. And what happens when I’m no longer a virgin? Won’t all the appeal just...vanish?”

“Sorry, not exactly used to this kind of situation--though I appreciate the honesty. Gives me a nice ego boost. I’ll let you in on a little secret, between friends, before we take a shower; I’m not exactly a hot commodity ‘round here. Except for the blood.”