Name: Madison Paige Bradford Occupation: Media Influencer, Streamer, Owner of High Hopes Age: 27 Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Vampire Clan: Lomidze Hometown: Lake Charles, Louisiana Relationship Status: Open Personality Traits: Loyal, caring, nurturing. Stubborn, selfish, seclusive.
Biography —
Their birth isn’t exactly known, no name, an estimated age. No hospital knowledge, they don’t even know if the small bundle is from the same town. All that’s clear is the drunken man with a fresh bottle of whiskey in his other arm is not her father. The nun on night watch takes her in without hesitation. She’s taken to the hospital the next day, hoping to find some information or record of the baby. They turn up empty-handed but are at least happy to get her checked out and find that she is healthy. And possibly a few weeks old. They decide to name her after a recently passed sister, Madison, and give her an estimated birthday.
She seems easy to raise, but just a few difficulties come with development, she doesn’t speak until she’s four and chooses to play alone. But when speech begins its full sentences it’s like she is an entirely new child. Suddenly the little redhead is thriving, enjoying the attention of anyone who will give it. But there are still little things like her ability to read, things they assure the family to adopt her should be fine with time and school. They take her regardless, and life seems like it will be perfect.
Things are NOT perfect. As time passes the truth begins to show. Eager to collect the monthly check that comes with the child. And school never comes. She’s home schooled, something that never actually happens either. It’s fine though, they wanted her right? And on paydays, she gets treats and attention. The more time that passes the more paydays they seem to get out of her. A beautiful child, an obedient child. It starts with pageants and then commercials. And finally a spot on a children’s show where she finally learns to read. On-set tutoring is required, and they suck up the knowledge as best they can.
At home things are declining quickly, money being used for drug addiction. No matter how much the child makes it’s never enough. The first incident of something more wicked occurs when she turns ten. She knows better than to tell anyone. After all her father is always there, always on set. He is always watching. So she puts on her mask. Listens, performs, and is always the good obedient child.
It goes on like this until they are seventeen, he’s over her just like every time, his breath stank of cheap vodka and stale beer. He praises her in a way that makes her stomach knot uncomfortably. She snaps. Shoving him away he falls off the bed and she scrambles up. He grabs her ankle and calls her a bitch. Picking up the nearest thing she smacks him in the head with a lamp, cutting herself in the process of knocking him out.
It’s not enough though, he’s still a threat and still has power over them. Again and again, the lamp comes crashing down. She’s straddling him as she screams, leaving a gory mess on the carpet left panting and tired. Numbly standing from the now lifeless body she smears blood against her cheek as she brushes back hair and walks blindly into the hall. Mother standing there screaming as she demands to know what happened. Surprisingly strong hands wrap around the woman’s throat a harsh gasp of ’Shut up’ leaving lips that are painted in a grim line as Madison shoves her into the wall. Tighter, tighter until the fight disappears, until eyes go dim. She leaves her mother to slump to the floor. Takes what she can and leaves. It’s easy to figure out how to transfer what money of hers is left and she falls into scarcity.
She gets as far as the town over before realizing there is a definite need for medical attention. Paying the Uber to go just a bit further and to drop her at the hospital there. She doesn’t speak, just shakes her head, and says that it was only an accident. Hopes they don’t look familiar to anyone. Hopes they are invisible. They discharge themself after the wound is stitched closed and wrapped up in a bandage. And then they disappear. The news of the murders is small and insignificant. No one cares about druggies in the end.
They are free. It’s hard to do it at first, being alone and free, but after a while, it becomes second nature.
It’s not until she finds Port Leiry that Madison starts to grow into her own person, she uses her money to get her own place, makes friends and builds an actual life. Gets a GED and studies coding until she’s figured out to build her own platform doing things that make her happy while getting the attention she’s always craved by streaming and filming videos online. Playing the stock market. Building wealth she should have always had. Playing the line between the human and supernatural world, until by a night’s chance, she herself is swept fully into it. And that’s how Madison dies. And once again is reborn.
Connections :
The Sire: He is nameless, trash. Vile and sick and twisted. Making them prey after so many years to become anything but. She doesn't remember the details, doesn't want to. His game is sick, but he's made a grave mistake. Even in his old age he hadn't expected an unbridled rage and hunger to match the strength he has regretfully given. Teeth meet throat, rip and tear. Not enough, never enough. A bottomless pit, and suddenly meat and sinew turns to ash. He is dead and forever her life is changed, left with only one memory that plagues her mind. Lomidze. A Home: Vanessa Koblizka - First it was attraction and then it became more. They feel as if Vanessa is a long lost kindred spirit, both of them a little fucked up. But able to rely on one another.
