Ella had been sitting in her taxi all morning. She wasn’t technically working until late tonight but she was following somebody. She’d been parked opposite a bar all day but now she’d finally emerged, heading inside. She might as well have a drink or two while she scoped him out. Heading up to the bar, she tapped her long red nails on the bar top. “Red wine, please.” She glanced at the person beside her. “Is this seat free?”
“Honestly, I have not missed Arizona summers,” Jacky admitted, using the papers she had once been writing on to fan herself. “It’s muggy in New York, but never this bad.”
did i really just see [ AMBER HEARD]? nah, that’s just [ ELLA HAWTHORNE ], also known as [ THE ENIGMA ] of saguaro hills. apparently, they’re a [ TWENTY-NINE ] year old [ TAXI DRIVER ], which is probably why they’ve lived in [ CANYON COURT ] for [ THREE YEARS ]. i heard that [ SHE ] is known to be very [ ADAPTABLE & CREATIVE ], but watch out — on their bad days, they can also become very [ FRUSTRATED & TEMPERAMENTAL ]. maybe that’s why they came here to [ WEED OUT AND KILL GUILTY MEN WHO GET INTO HER TAXI ].
Ella’s life wasn’t to be anything like the fairytales she read in her books as a child.
She was set on a tragic path at a young age, though she couldn’t tell you where it all began. Ella has many holes up in her head, repressed memories of things best not to be remembered. Abuses. Injustices. Just because things are forgotten, however, doesn’t mean there are no lingering effects.
She always felt different from the other kids her age. She didn’t fit in and she didn’t act the same. They kept their distance and so did she.
As Ella got older, she started to feel more and more disconnected and... just different. She was a loner and despite her looks that got her attention, she just didn’t like it.
Ella was a perfect victim and over the course of her life, especially her teenage years, she was victimised again and again. At a party. In her own home, supposedly a safe place.
A darkness grew inside her and eventually, it snapped and broke. Twisted. Ella stabbed her father to death in their kitchen and fled. On her way out of town she mowed down another guy who had hurt her, with her car.
That was when it started.
She took to people watching and she got very good at weeding out the bad men. The guilty men. The murderers. The rapists. The abusers. She took it upon herself to become some kind of martyr. An angel of vengeance.
She picks them up in her cab but they never reach their destination.
she’s been watching them for awhile , waiting to see if they make an attempt to speak to one of her kids or even her ; whether to inquire about baby trinity or flirt . people are often SHOCKED when she confesses that yes , she has four kids in her care ( but that’s not all she’s had total ) . you’re so young , you look so good , what’s your secret ? honestly , she doesn’t have a way to burn the baby weight or keep herself beautiful ; except sex . it comes easily enough , and they say don’t fix what’s not broken . around here , you never know what secrets people are hiding or who THEY REALLY ARE , so she always pays attention ; however , if they haven’t heard about how fiercely protective she is yet , then they’re either oblivious or idiotic . ‘ do you actually have a child or are you here to scope out someone to devour ? ’
Ella often came here, just to sit. Watch. Listen. It really didn’t help her to feel any better. If anything, the sights and sounds of children screaming, laughing, playing... made her feel nothing but an empty pit in her stomach. She had lost her child and Ella wished she had something to fill the space back in. Even murdering those men didn’t fill this particular hole. At the voice, she looked up, caught off guard. “Oh. I...” She shook her head. “No. I just needed somewhere to sit.” It was a lame lie but whatever. Ella didn’t care.
Your muses likes?
Rain storms. The colour blue. Cinnamon.
Your muses dislikes?
Vampires. Crowds.
Your muses dreams for the future?
To survive and come out of this happy.
Your muses fears?
Losing her sister.
Driving everybody away and ending up alone.
Whose life is the most important to your muses?
Her sisters.
Most important people to your muse and why?
Her sister. She’s the only one she has left.
Does your muse value their own life?
Yes.
Whose life does your muse value above all off?
Her sister but also her own.
Would you muse die for someone else? Who?
Her sister.
Worst thing your muse has ever done?
Killed somebody.
Worst thing to ever happen to your muse?
Her parents being killed by a vampire.
What was your muses first date like?
Horrible and she decided to never date again.
What was your muses first kiss like?
Gross.
Is your muse a virgin?
Yes.
Could your muse be turned to a side they aren’t on?
No, she’s always going to look out for herself and her sister.
Does your muse have any siblings? Do they love them? If not; why?
She loves her sister a lot and is always trying to protect her from triggering this werewolf curse.
Does your muse wish for a family of their own someday?
Nope.
Is there anyone your muse hates?
Too many to count.
Has your muse killed before? If so, what was their first kill?
Yes. A guy at a party who was getting too grabby. It triggered her werewolf gene.
Has your muse ever saved someones life before?
No.
Has your muse ever regretted saving someone?
No.
Whats your muses biggest regret?
Killing the guy at the party.
Not saving her parents.
Could your muse picture settling down and marrying?
No. She has no real interest in it.
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