hell hath no fury

Evelyn Brooks. 118. Vampire. Flapper. Black widow. "I have sharp teeth inside my mouth, inside my dark red lips, And lacquer slickly hides the claws In my red fingertips."

[evelynxbrooks]

norrell‌:

The way she was speaking to him was getting under his skin, the words pricking like needles, stinging and sharp. What bothered him the most was how blasé she sounded about this all, how calm even. She had some right to be chiding to him, he knew that entirely. He had expected too much of her (  and maybe, just maybe, he always did ) and perhaps that was his own mistake. Like her, though, he was too proud to admit fault. The taste of ego burned bitter on his tongue and he turned his face away. It seemed there was a near constant struggle for power between the two of them. Any slip, any owning of fault, it was a chance for the other to claw their way higher at the expense of the other. It was an unwinnable battle. 

Dante knew all too well that they couldn’t undo this, their coming to Blackvale - there was in fact ration and reason to the man who so often tended to only react and respond, never taking moment to think before doing - but he could wish. It was an uncommon thing for him to want something so desperately, to consider something so naive as a wish, and yet the burning desire to leave clawed at his chest. They hadn’t been there long, but already it was stifling, but only because of the knowledge they now had of the town being a cage. His head was reeling at the idea of being trapped. It was unsettling, disconcerting. An animal could only be caged for so long before losing control.

“I’m not foolish enough to expect such a thing from you.” He scoffed, shaking his head. The idea of her saying sorry was almost comical. He wondered briefly if she could even feel remorse. In all his years, he hadn’t. Of course he had made mistakes, had caused issue, but there was no regretting it. There was no dwelling on problem. He just moved forward. It had served him well this far to live that way. “But maybe I should leave anyways. I don’t think I’ll gain anything from being here.” He took a slow step towards the door, his gaze fixed forward.

Dante would say he was only humoring her by looking back, but really he couldn’t help be curious of what she would say next. “Do you now?” He folded his arms across his chest before shaking his head. “Of all those stuck here, what do you think you can do that they couldn’t? What makes you better than the rest?” He asked, exhaling sharply through his nose. He would doubt her until she proved him wrong. 

"Walk out then. We’ll be seeing each other again soon enough. After all it’s a small, small town. You can’t avoid me forever.” Though even as she spoke the words, something akin to regret twisted within the deepest trenches of her stomach. For all her efforts to claim that humanity had long since been switched in the OFF position, only one had given her enough reason to turn it on once more and it was in there that her annoyance resided. That she could allow someone-- a man, no less, to warp her insides beyond repair with the singular notion of him venturing out the door never to return... It was preposterous; it was a fucking joke.

Words forced him to pause, however, gait falling short of the bathroom’s threshold just long enough to draw his attention away from whatever irritation he’d planned to drown himself in the second that he left. What makes you better than the rest? She nearly laughed aloud, as if the reasons weren’t obvious enough, narcissism rooted so thoroughly within her bones. The key difference lay in her natural inability to accept the status quo and resign herself to a path drawn up by another, a trait carried over from her human life into this brighter one. She blatantly refused to become another number on the Blackvale docket of creatures who’d stopped fighting against their fate.

“I’m not complacent like the rest of them. Tell me, when have you ever known me to be satisfied with anything?” Save certain... activities, which her quirked brow hinted towards if only momentarily. Drawing nimble fingers along the edge of the porcelain tub, she traced its lip almost absentmindedly as the cogs of her mind began to spin. “We just need the right witches and the right amount of leverage.” If magic had placed the barrier in effect, then magic could certainly lift it... Even if that window of opportunity occurred for only a moment, it was all they needed. “Which reminds me, there’s some bonfire tonight. A perfect opportunity for scouting out some new friends, wouldn’t you say?”

[evelynxbrooks]

norrell‌:

“You would.” Dante looked towards her, his expression blank before he pulled his gaze away with a scoff. It wouldn’t be a far stretch to say he was annoyed at the very least, but the two of them knew him far better than that. He was raging, seething silently where he stood, looking at her from behind a facade too cool to be genuine. Anger seared through him, through his veins, in his soul, and it would take time for him to forgive her for this ( though, maybe, he would never forgive her. instead, he’d just forget ). “I followed you here. I don’t care if you didn’t know - you should have. I trusted you to know better.” 

That meant something, it did. Dante was hardly affectionate in the traditional sense of the word, not the sort to hold hands or say gentle affectations in someone’s ear, and for him to utter trust in regard to Evelyn? Surely it was the nearest he’d ever get. “As tempting as that offer is,” he couldn’t help it as his eyes roamed over her figure, “I’d rather not.” He didn’t elaborate or expand on that. What good would it do? She knew why he was upset. Whether or not the blame really fell on her or if it were just a mistake, his frustrations were not unjust - and she was likely as irritated as he was.

But for him to deny something so physical between them? Uncommon.

“I suppose I’ll just have to go back in time and remind myself to check out the magical properties of every single place we plan to visit.” A cage. It was what Blackvale had become in the hours since her discovery that the rumors milling about the town were true--- no escape, trapped eternally, total loss of freedom; the confirmations each heralded a different sort of bitter complacency in the residents who dared voice them. The sort of restriction that Evelyn feared more than she let on with the masses, preferring to shroud herself in the promise of violence. It became easier to pigeonhole her own behavior than allow someone else to do so for her. “That was your decision, not mine.” She’d never granted him anything except the free will to do as he pleased, they were kindred spirits in that regard amongst others. Though now she had led him down a path of which neither party could return, even if they so desired... And God, did she want to get out of here. They both did. “Are you searching for an apology? Because you won’t find one in this bathroom.”

I trusted you to know better. It shouldn’t have struck her quite as forcefully as it did to hear those words fall from his mouth, the concept of anyone relaying trust in Evelyn Brooks a near hilarious concept, but him? Intimately familiar with the sins of a damned woman, yet willing to place faith in her all the same... In this moment she wished to be softer, not jagged around the edges and far less selfish in nature. “Dante,” she finally breathed his name whilst shifting in the sudsy water to clasp at the edge of the bathtub, chilled porcelain pressed against her chest as she crossed both arms over its edge. “Look at me.” Picturesque in innocence as wicked motives dripped from her honeyed tongue. “Don’t you know by now that I always have a plan?”

[evelynxbrooks]

nathanielxtalbot‌:

Nathaniel had never considered himself to be a man of luck, and the moment his gaze landed on those familiar features was but evidence of such a fact. How long it had been he wasn’t sure, most probably not long enough given she was but one of the few people that had a natural talent for bringing out the worst in him. A side of himself of which he had avoided for many years and counting. “Why are you here, Evelyn?” He settled for, opting not to bite the bait. “We both know you’ll grow tired of this quaint town and it’s occupants all too soon.”

"Here outside this bar? I walked. Or here in Blackvale? I drove. Or perhaps you meant here, roaming the earth, seeking only to torment you? I crawled my way out of hell for that one. Cute, no?” Her own brand of humor could be enough to force a wry smirk upon a cutting mouth, the promise of destruction voiced without every actually being spoken. “You’re right, I will. And then we all know what happens when I grow tired of things.” Untethered violence, usually. “I recently found out a little tidbit about this town, would you like to hear it?”

[evelynxbrooks]

valkyrieasunder‌:

The reaction caused Nikola to chuckle. She could only assume that the woman’s heart must have been as dead as her own. She seemed to mull over the possibility, but ended up nodding to the other woman. “It might increase to negative ninety. Negative eighty if it has a little..” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth trying to think of the term. “Cherry to it. Why do you want friends so much?” 

"What cherries do you prefer? I can make accommodations given the right circumstances.” Or how beneficial any sort of good favor with this particular creature would grant her. “If you think this is truly about friendship, you haven’t been paying attention.” Friendships were as useful to Evelyn as the end of her cigarette, flickering briefly and enjoyable to watch until the boredom sunk in... Which was precisely when she extinguished them without a lick of hesitation.

[evelynxbrooks]

suscitat-mortuos‌:

“And I suppose you want to be that friend?” Friendships, as a whole, were incredibly worthless. Constantine had very little use for people and he believed them to be easily discarded. Right now he was trying to avoid drawing too much attention to himself and advertize his true intentions. Pretending to be Carter Williams was becoming more and more aggravating as the days rolled by. “Death is an inevitable thing, so - might as well enjoy the time you have.” Constantine pulled his lighter away, reaching for his own pack and placing a cigarette in between his lips. When his own stick came alive at the tip, he inhaled heavily, letting all this smoke contaminate this poor guy’s lungs. The way she brushed the subject away made him chuckle. Constantine found it so ridiculous that after all this time, the supernatural community was still living in shadow. “Well, I’ve lived in Blackvale my whole life. It’s hard for things to go unnoticed. Like you -” He gave her a smile before blowing smoke to fill the space between them. “You look good, Evelyn. For a corpse”

"It isn’t about what I want.” Of course it was, any situation in which she accumulated another mildly useful body for her disposal would always be the pinnacle of Evelyn’s desire. “Death is only as inevitable as you make it.” Ominous were he a regular townsperson, but with every passing moment it became strikingly apparent that he conducted himself otherwise--- a diamond in the rough. Not an immortal, nor a dog, but something else entirely and that might have been just enough leeway to force her attention. “I always look good, otherwise what’s the point?” That had always been her game after all, a viper in red lipstick. “Do we know one another? I’ve met a number of people in my day, but your face,” features inclined to the side, perceptive hues raking him over as if to make a point, “is not one I can recall. And believe me, I wouldn’t forget it.”

[evelynxbrooks]

"I fail to see how any of this is my fault.” Though she rarely accepted guilt as it were, forever poised to volley back the remnants of blame as if they burned to the touch. “How was I supposed to know that Blackvale had a barrier? How could either of us have known?” Smoke filtered between painted lips as she released it towards the ceiling above, bare legs shifting amidst her watery fortress as she spoke to the only creature capable of eliciting any semblance of generosity. Or at the very least, her version of it. “The water’s still warm. You could get in, you know... Promise to wipe that eternal scowl from your face and I just might make room for you.” @norrell

[amberheardgifs]

Amber Heard as Nicola Six in London Fields

[sexlife-e]

Amber Heard as Nicola Six in London Fields.

[evelynxbrooks]

viennaoclair‌:

Vienna’s pastel hues fell over the woman, considering her a moment before they rolled upward. The two of them were not close but had shared words on more than one occasion. It was almost difficult not to— Evelyn Brooks was not the type to hold her tongue or spare her mind for a stranger. “No.” Vee dug around the back pocket of her jeans for a second before she’d produce a tiny blue lighter. “A practical stranger has never been so rude as to tell me that I look like one miserable piece of work.” The woman passed the lighter. “But I bet this isn’t your first time.”

"Take it as a compliment, I also mentioned that you look like you need a friend. Miserable people often do.” Plucking the lighter from her acquaintance’s grasp, she offered up some semblance of an olive branch--- or at least, her own version. “If you didn’t agree, then I doubt you’d actually be giving me what I asked for.” With that, she tossed the little blue device back to Vienna as features spread into a rather sly smile. “Few things are my first time, beautiful.”

[evelynxbrooks]

xslipofagirlx‌:

She’d been minding her own fucking business, a frown etched upon her face as she judges the way some human lives their life. So, not quite minding her own business - but it was close enough. Mackenzie is content, at the moment. She knows that her life is in capable hands, and she feels comfortable communicating with her King openly and concisely. But that still leaves the matter of the rules, and watching this festering turd of a mortal try to figure out how best to tie their shoes is driving her up a wall.

Honestly, she could put them out of their misery. It would be a mercy.

It is just as she is making up her mind that she is interrupted, and insulted. Blinking, she turns her head to cast a stare upon the offender. Her mouth opens to speak, but nothing quite makes it out. Instead, she pulls from her pocket a lighter, moodily passing it off. “Friends are rarely more than a disappointment.”

There is a pause had before she casts a judgmental gaze, “Has anyone ever told you that it is abundantly obvious that you over-plucked your eyebrows, once upon a time?”

"Friends are a waste of time unless they’re going to provide you with something.” She admitted openly, honestly as if confirming that the entire reasoning for approaching in the first place had been a ruse. It had. “See? You’re hardly a waste.” With that, she used the lighter to her advantage before tossing it back to the fellow vampire with a chuckle at the other’s insult. “Has anyone ever told you that it’s abundantly obvious that you still do? We all made mistakes in the nineties, sweetie. You hardly have an excuse anymore.” Inhaling until smoke filled formerly useful lungs, Evelyn took the briefest moment to appreciate a momentary reprieve from her throat burning in an entirely different way. “Let me know when you want to catch up on modern times, I’m not above charity work.”

[evelynxbrooks]

suscitat-mortuos‌:

“All the time.” This was the answer he gave followed by an uninterested shrug. Whoever this girl was, she was now attempting to engage him in conversation. It was happening a lot lately and Constantine attributed this to his new face. A pretty and approachable face. A nice change from the cold and ghoulish one he had been born with. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket. Flicked it. One, two, three times the charm. “You know smoking will kill you.” Among other things. “Unless of course - you’re already dead.” 

"Like I said, you appear in need of a friend.” Bright hues followed the alluring flame of his lighter, the cigarette caught between her fingers near beckoning for the heat. Leaning forward, she lit up only to exhale the remnants in an opposing direction, humor gracing her features as she attempted to swallow laughter at the very concept of dying a final time. “Color me terrified of the idea and add it to my growing list.” His addendum forced a momentary pause, shrewd gaze evaluating him for less than a heartbeat. “Only on the inside.” Better safe than sorry, albeit she couldn’t quite resist the appeal of confirmation. “What would you know about it?”

[evelynxbrooks]

valkyrieasunder‌:

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t aim to please people. Friends are overrated.” The woman replied with an indifferent shrug. An unamused glance up to the other female with a flare of his nostrils. “Oh..” Nikola murmured and tapped her chin feigning contemplation. “I would say if it matters on your sparkling personality the rate is negative ninety-nine point nine percent.” She finally answered .

“Would you look at that, a woman after my own heart.” Black as it might be, Evelyn always possessed a particular affection towards those who were unapologetically self serving; kindred spirits and all that. People who drew their validation from the assistance of others never quite meshed well with someone of her caliber, although they made for encouraging little treats. “Does the rate increase if I get you a drink first?” Emphasis on get, since she acquired yet never bought. 

[evelynxbrooks]

nathanielxtalbot‌:

“On a number of occasions.“ Nathaniel answered, exhaling a heavy sigh as his expression shifted from that of the pavement to the familiar hues of the woman before him. Why was it that whenever he desired a few moments alone he could never get it, wishful thinking perhaps. “Certainly not half-arsed insults or else I suppose you would have paid in full.”

It must have been twenty years at least since she last laid her venomous gaze upon one Nathaniel Talbot. Oil and water was never quite the apt term to describe them, though perhaps fire and gasoline would do. After all, she’d become an expert at warping their encounters, twisting until it hurt, and prying the monster from the man. “Getting soft in your old age? How disappointing.” Still, that hardly deterred her willingness to toy with the wolf. “Imagine my surprise to find you here, of all places. I suppose Blackvale suits you though; it’s quaint.”

[evelynxbrooks]

brookemxrshall‌:

“Not lately no — then again I’d take miserable over being a bitter any day.” Brooke remarked, stifling a laugh at the other’s words. Though she wasn’t surprised, her resting face wasn’t exactly the most approachable. “Your guess is as good as mine, but I’d guarantee that cornerstone over there could give you a better answer, given you’re willing to pay for one rather than mooch of a stranger.”

"You mistake genuine curiosity for bitterness. It’s alright though, you wouldn’t be the first.” She once recalled a time in which sensitivity towards her own brand of humor wasn’t quite so pronounced, however this particular individual appeared to take Evelyn in stride. “Only a joke, darling. If we’re being perfectly honest, I can’t recall the last time I paid for... Well, anything. Let me be more explicit: do you have a lighter I can borrow before this addiction gets the better of me?”

[evelynxbrooks]

iristhxrne‌:

“If I look miserable, my dear Evie,” the vampire started, painting on a grin even though her eyes held a dangerous glint, “it’s only because you decided to open your rotten little mouth. Has anybody ever told you — Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Makes me want to rip the vocal cords right from your throat.” Nevertheless, Iris produced a lighter, thumb rolling atop the metal to strike a flame, her arm spanning the distance to the other. 

"Oh, Iris. You never could dance this dance very well. Always so quick to jump straight into violence--- didn’t anyone teach you to play with your food before you devour it?” Not a singular ounce of fear etched itself into pallid features, the vampire more than a little aware of her elder’s reputation yet completely unfazed by the so-called terrorist of New Orleans. Inhaling sharply against the nicotine stick between her lips, she only removed it to press further and exhale into a cloud of smoke. “Thank you, now was that really so hard?” Another inhale. “I’ve heard a nasty rumor since coming into town. I thought you might just be the woman to confirm or deny it.”

[uranodioning]

“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat

[blackvalehq]

♔ WELCOME TO BLACKVALE —EVELYN BROOKS

SPECIES: Vampire AGE: 118 OCCUPATION: Unemployed FACECLAIM: Liz Gillies

♔ A PEEK INSIDE — HEADCANONS

Grew up as the relatively wealthy youngest child of the Brooks family in a small town on the border of North and South Carolina in the early 1900s, the young blonde had all a girl her age could desire except the freedom to live as she pleased. Her parents were determined to pressure her into marriage quite young, something she ardently refused. Eventually, tensions between her desires and those of her parents reached a boiling point, causing twenty year old Evelyn to pack a bag and leave for the bright lit promise offered by New York City.

Once in NYC, Evelyn used her feminine wiles to lure men into a wealth siphoning trap that she had nearly perfected. Eventually, when the world shifted into the jazz era of the twenties, Evelyn Brooks was not only affluent at others’ expense, but finally enjoying life on her own terms. She was popular amongst the partying crowd, had ins with the bootleggers, and enough money to live the lavish existence that she believed a woman of her caliber deserved.

Met the man who would eventually become her maker at a New Years party in 1928, the first person she was unable to con into offering up his attention and wealth. She was intrigued by him and gained his favor, in time being allowed in on the secret to his extraordinary poise: he was an immortal creature, a vampire. He shared with her his talents and, unfortunately for his misplaced trust, he also revealed his weaknesses. With crocodile tears, she begged of him to turn her so that she might join him for all eternity and once he fell for her feigned love, the fledgling turned around and staked her maker. A thank you parting gift before disappearing into the night.

Over the decades, Evelyn has been married a minimum of five times. If you ask her personally, the number fluctuates anywhere from five to nine, she can never quite keep track as she doesn’t assign any value or worth to her marriages. They occur as simply a means to a rather lucrative end, each one has ended in “tragedy” or a mysterious disappearance. She isn’t keen on the term Black Widow as spiders tend to get caught in their own web and she never has.

♔ NATURE OF THE BEAST — TRAITS

POSITIVE: Passionate, Magnetic, Confident NEGATIVE: Narcissistic, Sly, Possessive

♔ WRITTEN BY MARTY. SHE/HER. PST.