I've lived so long, yet I still care too much

My name is Grace. I'm a half breed. Half human, half vampire. Physically I am 18 but really? I'm 334. I've been around a long time. I'm not completely good, but I'm also not completely bad. I just do what I need to do to keep myself alive.

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The Protector

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Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Callie silently sized up the woman. She honestly wasn’t expecting to run into anyone on her midnight stroll, yet here she was with a stranger to go home. Wasn’t it supposed to be creepy, middle aged men bumping into college girls in the middle of the night? At least that’s the way the news played it off as.

“I could say the same for you, baby cakes. But I won’t because it’s a little rude to tell people you just met what to do, don’t ya think?”

She punctuated her question with a snarky, little head quirk. It was just her natural reaction to be like this. Sassy and crass. It was how she kept people from messing with her too much.

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Grace raised a brow at her with a small smile. She was exactly like she knew she would be. This girl that she’d been watching after was snarky as can be. And she liked it. Meant she was tougher than people gave her credit for. Which Grace knew already of course. Though Callie should be heading back to where she lived, it wasn’t safe out here. 

“Yeah, well, I’m not a student, so nice try.” She told her with a shrug, “You should head on home. It’s not safe out here at night.”

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My grandma passed away this morning. I’ll still be here, getting to replies and drafts when I can. Probably to distract myself.

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IF YOU END UP SHIPPING WITH ME, I WILL-

✔ Ruin you :’)

✔ Spam you with random ic asks (that you never have to actually answer so dw)

✔ Always send you memes (again you don’t have to answer every one of them!)

✔ Spaz at you incoherently

✔ Throw headcanons and scenarios at you at random times

✔ Probably ask for a bunch of AUs

✔ Always be open for more threads

✔ Cry with you whenever anything happens with our muses.

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“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” // from Nathan

She couldn’t help the smile that came after he said that and she reach her hands up to rest on his shoulders, “Well, I always thought the best thing that ever happened to you was you becoming what you are. But I guess they kind of go hand in hand.” She said lightly. If he hadn’t, they never would have met. And she had to admit that, even though they hadn’t gotten along that well in the beginning, she was glad she had met him. She had saved him once and then he had turned around and helped her more times than she could count.

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                   “I WAS serious in that one.” Nathan said, with                   a feigned sad expression before recovering his                   smirk. “I mean, I light up everybody’s life, you                   shouldn’t be an exception.” He said, his tone playful                   before he let go a low chuckle.

“That is essentially my job. I’ve been summoned more times that I dare to count, but I take advantage and once I’m in town, I look for… new clients.” He said, eyebrows shooting up in amusement.

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“Yeah, well, can you keep your business out of my town? I would appreciate.” Grace said, reaching up and  fixing the collar of his shirt before smoothing it out  slightly, “Well, you haven’t been the worst person to have around. So, I guess I can keep you around for a  little while longer.”

  She hadn’t needed to fix his shirt, but it was something to do while she spoke. And his collar had been a little messed up. From what, she didn’t want to know.

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“YEAH, AND pardon my next words, but TV and Internet had poisoned society to a point they cannot imagine. They give too much information about creatures like us— although I’m glad they’re less superstitious now. It’s easier for me. Who likes being chased by a crowd with torches, right?” He kidded, although that was only half-true. He had never experienced any persecution personally, not by humans for that matter. But witches, vampires? Those had a hard time some years ago. “On the bright side, we have Netflix. Which is a win.” 

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“Well, i wasn’t chased by people with torches, but being sentenced to drowning is just as bad.” She spoke with a small grin gracing her lips, “You’re forgetting my friend just where it was I grew up. And when.” The Salem Trials had been no walk in the park. And she had never expected to be accused of being a witch. Having people you  knew turn their backs on you was no walk in the park. Sh let out a laugh at his last comment, “Netflix? That’s what  you’re going with?”

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Not That Different

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Charles remained silent during much of the journey home, content with watching Grace’s quiet appreciation of the outside air. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect once they arrived; would Grace settle in easily, or would she find the transposition difficult? Would she run? There was little he could do to stop her, and locking her away was completely out of the question. Of course, hospital officials would believe her to be under secure lock and key – a few carefully pulled strings would have them turning a blind eye in no time.

His home in Westchester County was considered too far from the hospital for the safety; his much smaller home in downtown Manhattan would have to do. Pulling up outside, Charles switched off the car’s engine and climbed out, relishing the stretch in his lower back and calves.

“Home sweet home.” Opening the trunk, Charles lifted Grace’s suitcase and lead the way up a short flight of stairs to the doors of the brownstone. “Really, Grace, a thank you isn’t necessary – though I wouldn’t say no to a home-cooked meal. I’m not much of a chef, myself.”

Inside, the hall was cool and dark, rich with the scent of furniture polish. “I may have gone a little overboard with the cleaning preparations,” Charles explained with a soft grimace, “but the place was a bombsite, believe me.”

Books and papers towered high on every available surface, a trend that continued through to the living room. Thick volumes on human psychology, newer editions on genetics and biology, diaries and medical journals and classic literature; there wasn’t much that Charles Xavier would not read if given half the chance.

“Make yourself at home.” Setting her bag down, Charles forced himself not to fidget and waved toward the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink? I can show you to your room if you’d like?”

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Grace followed him into his home and looked around. She could smell the cleaners in the air. Though they weren’t as strong as what they used at that.. Place. She hated that smell. This was a lot more pleasant, “You did go a little overboard with it, but it’s okay. I don’t mind.” She told him as she walked around the room, picking up a random book. She loved to read. Not as much as she loved to garden however.

“The Great Gatsby. Very good book. One of my favorites.” She told him softly as she leafed through it, “I had a copy when i went into that place. They took it, never saw it again. And it was a first edition. I had gotten it when it came out.” She set the book back down and looked through the titles of the other books for a moment before turning back to him.

“I’ll take some tea if that’s alright. And I don’t mind cooking. I’ve missed doing it. Besides, you need a good home cooked meal. And you got me out of that place and you’re letting me stay here. It’s the least i can do.” She honestly didn’t mind doing it. He seemed like he was in need of a meal that wasn’t from a container or a frozen meal. 

“After tea, I think I’d like to settle into my room before dinner. Assuming you have food in your fridge.” She said with a small smile.

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The Protector

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Callie has never been one to have too many friends, but after her brother’s death she all together gave up trying. There just wasn’t much point in getting close to anyone if they could be ripped away from her at the drop of a hat, so she drowned herself in her studies. All hours of the day and night she was either practicing or studying and not doing much of anything else, but tonight was a little different.

For a few weeks now, mysterious packages have been showing up at her dorm room. They were often filled with food, but never a return address or a signed note. Her curiosity had kidnapped her attention, and Callie simply could not concentrate on her mountain of homework. That’s how she ended up out for a midnight stroll along the edge of campus.

The tree line was eerie and foreboding, but the beautiful sounds of the crickets’ cadences was so strong there that she didn’t even care. She just kept ambling along with her hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets. Then she heard a voice not to far behind her.

Slowly turning on her heel, Callie took in the sight of a girl that could be much older than herself step out of the woods.

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear new clothes on midnight adventures then, baby cakes." 

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Grace turned when she heard her speak then smoothed out her shirt as she walked over to her. She hadn’t been expecting Callie to stay here. She thought she would have kept on walking. But, seeing as that had not been the case, she decided to wing it. Not something she was used to doing, if she was honest. 

“Well, you’re right. It as my mistake. But, it’s not like i can’t get a new one.” She told her with a small smile. She could though. Buy a new one. Not that this shirt cost a whole lost. She wasn’t a very big spender. Not when it came to clothes that is. 

She wondered, exactly, what she would say to this girl. She would try to avoid the question if she asked what she was doing in the woods. 

“It’s late. You should get back home. I’m sure you have studying to do.”

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Death, Charles thought, wasn’t quite as bad as he’d expected.

Like falling asleep, his limbs pliant and warm despite the cold cobblestones beneath his back. An odd sense of calm wrapped him in its cotton-soft embrace even as the stars above began to wink out one by one, time grinding to a sluggish halt. The woman’s lips remained locked to his neck, sharp canines piercing the thin skin there; each fierce suck tugged at weakening heartstrings, needles picking at the fragile seams stitching him together.

He knew he was going to die, accepted it. It almost made him smile, a silent laugh shaping bloodless lips; he’d survived bullets and bombs, personal attacks on his life as well as accidental close-shaves from his own students and their volatile mutations — all that, and it was a vampire that would claim his last breath.

He didn’t expect the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, an explosion of moisture over taste buds drier than sandpaper. He wanted to gag, to shove the woman off of him and spit the blood on the ground – instead he found himself leaning up almost immediately, closing his lips over the gash in her proffered wrist and drawing great mouthfuls of blood into his stomach.

The change was not instantaneous. Charles lay on the cold ground for over an hour, trashcans and darkness shielding him from the view of any pedestrians passing the alley, before it began. When it hit, it stabbed and choked and throttled the life from him, searing pain burning him from the inside out. He felt himself die yet continued to live, heart still and silent in his chest.

It was only then that the fear truly sank in. Scrambling to his feet – barely registering the fact that he could feel them once again, use them as he had until that fateful day in Cuba four years ago – Charles pressed a trembling hand to the tiny pinprick wounds at his throat. No pulse, no breath, only a thirst that nagged at every pore and caused him to lick fruitlessly over dry lips.

Of his sire, there was no sign. Panic shook Charles’ steps as he staggered to the mouth of the alley, hands grasping at crumbling brick.

What the Hell was he supposed to do now?

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Night was a time that Grace enjoyed the most.  It’s when people went out to eat, or have fun or do whatever they wanted.  It’s when she liked to walk around. She liked to watch the people. She hardly made friends. But then, when she didn’t age they would ask questions, so what would have been the point? 

This time, however, she was on the lookout. Not for people. A vampire had been in the area lately. No one had been killed or had gone missing at any point. Which made her curious as to why it was here then. 

Life, she’d learned, was a lot like gambling. People died all the time. Old age, disease, and suicide. But people also died by getting into accidents, falling, being hit by a car, a plane crash, shootings.. She’d seen it all.

Vampire attacks were becoming more common lately. Though they seemed to have gotten smarter about things. 

She had smelt the vampire in town a few weeks back.And she had been watching the news and reading the papers to make sure n one had disappeared. And it intrigued her that no one had. She wondered what this vampire had in mind then. If they weren’t attacking anyone.

As she was walking, she caugh a new scent. Vampire, she knew. But not the one she’d caught the scent for. this one was new. She figured that either a new vampire showed up or the one that has been hanging around finally did something.  

She followed the scent, coming upon it at an alley. As soon as she stopped walking she saw someone appear. New. He looked confused so she took  a step closer.

“Hey, it’s okay. Calm down.” She spoke gently as she walked towards him slowly.

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Not going to be on here much today. Got a wake up call after an hours sleep. My grandmothers blood sugar dropped really low and she wonuldn’t wake up. Her hospice nurse showed up and she’s awake now, but she’s been bad for a while and we don’t think it’s going to be much longer now.

She’s staring off into space. Nothing she says makes since, it’s all mumbled. So, until I know something for sure, or unless I need a distraction from all of this, I wouldn’t expect replies today.

But… Happy Easter to everyone. And I hope you all have a really good day with your family and/or friends. 

Don’t take it for granted.

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Too tired to do drafts, but I can’t sleep. So I will be here if you want to come join me.