This was not exactly how he thought their reunion would go, honestly…he thought she was going to be older than him amd with kids and what not, not to still look younger than him. He took ber by her arm with delicacy and guided her to his dressing room. Once there he narked at everyone to leave and when they did he shut the door closed and locked it “What the fuck, Isobel?” He all but asked in frustration.
“I didn’t leave you to rot, I left you with good people!” He exclaimed, he rrally thought he was doing the best for her because beside him she wouldn’t have had any future. When she mentioned the postcards he jiat ran his hand through his hair “I tried…but they got returned every fucking time”
The fact that he had pulled her aside to do this privately infuriated her even more. God forbid he let his old life and his new life collide. God forbid he let his adoring fans see sister he abandoned. “You left me to ROT!” she repeated, voice booming throughout the dressing room. “Good people or not you left me to get old and wither and die, and they weren’t you.” Isobel couldn’t believe what she was hearing, or the audacity he had to try to make excuses right now. “Forget a post card you could have came back for me. You should have come back I was right where you left me!”
After the whole fiasco of the Gala, the near threat of hunters and everything in between, his emotions were on overdrive so he was happy to be working as soom as the new year started. It had been so long since they last played at a place like this but it brought a kind of nostalgic feeling to the performance, giving them more energy and just a moment to enjoy themselves without worrying about the outside world.
He was on the stage singing the acustic version of one of his songs when he felt someone staring at him, he tried to concentrate and rason with himself that he was indeed performing amd that a lot of people would stare so he didn’t pay any mind to it.
However when he went down the stage and heard that name being shouted be got rigid, it has been decades since anyone called him that, so of course that made him turn around to find the person and when he saw the face thag was staring back at him with barely restrained anger he stopped in his track “Is?” He asked, his voice wavering.
For just a moment all of the anger she had felt for so long abated, giving way to something she wasn’t quite familiar with. Relief? Happiness? She had half expected him not to recognize her, although maybe that was ridiculous. She had still recognized him, after all. She had also half expected him to laugh in her face and tell her she was crazy, expected that everyone was right and this man wasn’t her brother after all, but his reaction was all the confirmation she had been looking for.
Whatever the feeling was it was short lived, her rage returning almost as quickly as it left. This was not a happy family reunion between two siblings, he had abandoned her and she’d be damned if he was going to get away with it now. “Look at you,” she said, gesturing his arms at him and then at the stage. “Living the dream while you left me to rot.” He had everything most humans ever dream of and meanwhile he had all but forgotten her. Angry didn’t even begin to cover it. “Not even a fucking postcard.”
You always find something when you least expect it. Isobel had heard the saying, of course, but she hadn’t thought much of it until just now while sitting at the bar sipping on a cocktail. Isobel had spent years looking for her brother, and call it a gut instinct or a hunch but she could feel that she was getting close. Something in her told her that this seemingly endless search did as a matter of fact have an end, and she was close to it, but she had no idea just how close before walking into this show tonight.
The closer Isobel got to the brother who had abandoned her the more restless and angry she felt, and tonight was supposed to be a small break from that. Tonight was supposed to be a night to let down her hair and allow a momentary distraction, supposed to be being the operative sentence here.
She was hardly paying attention to who was playing tonight when she heard a familiar voice begin singing -- his voice. She spun around abruptly as if she couldn’t believe her ears, glass and drink smashing against the floor and shattering in her utter disbelief. She had so been looking forward to this small reprieve in the long hunt for her brother and here he was ruining it. This had become her life’s purpose and she wasn’t entirely sure who she would be or what she would do when it was all over, anyway, but if the universe was just going to hand him to her she was going to take it.
She made her way to the side of the stage, patiently waiting in the shadows for the show to be over. She had waited this long, what were a few more minutes? Arms crossed over her chest, the anticipation killing her until he began to exit the stage. “You’re a real bitch to find, you know that?” She was practically shouting over the crowd to be heard, anticipation giving way to anger and annoyance. “I’ve looked everywhere for you, Anthony -- or is it Asher now?”
“The most perfect of peaches, delicious and firm” the woman said simply. At her words the Vampire scoffed “Please, I can smell that half breed blood of yours, you couldn’t stand up to me even if you wanted to. I’d snap you all too easily.” She chuckled. “So you don’t phase me, because it would require very little effort on my part to put you in your place” she assured, giving a snap of her fangs “Pro tip. Choose your damn battles, especially around royalty” she mused, she was a Vallas afterall.
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Isobel shifted in her seat. Fear had been unknown to her, but the woman wasn’t entirely wrong about picking her battles. In another time it may have been worth it to defend herself, or to even slightly inconvenience the other woman, but as of now it just wasn’t important. “You’re right, your highness.” She said, throwing up her arms in what could be taken as defeat. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I have a brother to find and I’m sure you have to do -- something.”
Theo only stared at the other with an expression of boredom “Wow, I cared so little I almost passed out…” she then sighed, blinking a few times for emphasis. “In what world would you ever think I’d care about something like that? I’m not some sort of lost family charity line or whatever. Know your audience for sad orphan backstory” she almost hissed “Keeping away from the trivialities of others and their tiny lives is what keeps me successful and childless and I love to keep it that way” she added, making the motion for the other to stop by pressing a finger to the girls lips.
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Perfectly manicured brow arched, Isobel couldn’t help but laugh now. It was a humorless laugh, one that belonged to someone on the brink of madness, but a laugh none the less. She batted the others hand away, knowing things could potentially get ugly if the red head made another move like that. “God, you’re a real peach, aren’t you?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “Pro tip for next time, if you don’t want an answer don’t ask the question -- and don’t do that again.” she said, gesturing to the others hand, smile fading from her lips abruptly, “Unless you’re willing to get that outfit dirty.” As it stood Isobel didn’t have much to lose in life, and she wasn’t above fighting here and now in the middle of a gathering no matter her odds.
The red head waggled her finger at the girl to stop her in her tracks, never being one that cared for small talk. The vampire arched an eyebrow “Then tell me just what you’re here for” she said simply “Because I am not a patient creature and I’m not above taking things into my own hands” She said simply, her eyes changing slightly in warning.
Isobel looked the other up and down, slightly taken aback by her change in demeanor. Small talk was what she was best at, and to be quite honest she wasn’t quite sure if it was any of the red head’s business what she was up to. After a moment of hesitation she decided to bite. “I’m looking for my brother.” She said, eyes scanning the room once more as if he was going to suddenly show up. “It’s a long story but he’s proving almost impossible to find.” Which was funny considering what a big name he was these days. It was impossible to hide the annoyance in her voice when she talked about him.
The end of the year had had so much promise, as well as many things in the near future to look forward to. Yet, Dal was beside herself. After the chaotic and abrupt end of the Winter Gala, she couldnt bring herself to feel any glee.
Her mother, her poor mother. Shed been a mess of emotion, the worst of which being her fury and paranoia. Shed been on the phone for hours checking in on the ones whom she was close, as well as going to console them in person. Dal- had been placed on house arrest, unable to even go home to her apartment.. It was a bitter reminder of the sheltered childhood shed had.
Shed tried to keep busy, calling her friends to check in on them and wish them a happy new years.. but she only had so many friends..and once that was done she couldnt bring herself to sit still.
Against Dyghori’s wishes, the young dragon slipped from the confines of the large home, leaving a note in case her mother returned before she did..and set off into the night. She made her way to the local park, spotting a newyears eve party consisting of all humans, they laughed and drank with eachother, likely reminiscing about the past year or maybe the one to come.. either way, she found herself envious of them.
Having a seat on a near park bench, she silently watched them. The smells of food and drink made her stomach tight, but she ignored the craving and remained seated. The hunger at the very least kept her mind occupied, Dal didnt enjoy feeling sorry for herself, but it was hard as this would be her first time spending new years on her own.
Since she was little Isobel had always been able to fit in wherever she went. Any crowd, any scene, any party, Isobel had this incredible way of adapting to be the life of it but lately that was becoming harder and harder to do with so much on her mind. Instead she took a seat outside of the party, watching the mass of partygoers from afar and instead joining the one solitary girl on the bench. One person seemed a lot easier to take on at the moment than a group.
“What, no fun New Years plans?” The dark haired girl asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and sparking one up. Not that partying was exactly a priority for her, but at least she’d tried to ring in the New Year on a positive note. The other girl seemed content to be on the outside looking in, and as much as she tried to fight it Isobel’s curiosity was peaked. “I’m sure there’s something going on at one of the clubs in town if the outdoors isn’t really your thing.”
“All this drama as of late. Ooh, it’s enough to make one homesick…” Theodora purred as she stretched herself out on a deck chair, having set herself up in a prime spot for the New Years fireworks. It was hard to tell if Theo was being sincere, but deep down inside the vampire she truly did miss home. Missed her mother and missed the bright lights of New York. The threat of hunters made her extremely nostalgic “Are you going to add some entertainment to my evening? I’m a woman that deserves to be pleased, aren’t I?”
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Isobel did not find the drama going on the be either entertaining or nostalgic -- as a matter of fact she was sure that there was nothing in the world that could make her miss home. The door to her past life was closed to everything but her brother, as far as she was concerned, and it could stay that way. “Oh, I’m sure you do.” Isobel said, smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Unfortunately, however, that’s not what I’m here for.”
ISOBEL LUTHER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER, BISEXUAL, 43 is a HUMAN TURNED VAMPIRE in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble INDIA EISLEY. This one is known to be CHARMING but can be STUBBORN. They work as a MODEL. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.
Isobel was always pretty. The type of pretty that made heads turn, made people stare, and attracted attention - especially negative attention. Her parents being hippies who cared more about what they could do for the community than about what they could do for their children, Isobel suffered sexual abuse and harassment at the hands of countless people. She never had a stable environment as they were constantly moving around in their van, and her parents gave anything and everything that was asked of them, including the innocence of their children, so long as it furthered their reputation. The only thing she really had in the world was her older brother who was always trying to protect her and teach her things, until they met Ava and her parents.
Ava was a girl about her age who lived in a neighborhood her parents camped out in. She was the opposite of Isobel in every way - blonde hair where Isobel had black, an only child where Isobel had Anthony, loving parents where Isobel had negligence, and most importantly a home when Isobel had nothing. Isobel and Anthony flocked to them, both for different reasons of course, and unlike the other kids with whom Isobel had had brief interactions Ava never judged her or made her feel unwelcome. They became sisters. Despite this there was nothing they could do or say to console her when her flesh and blood sibling left her there one day and never returned. Sure, she loved Ava, and she loved the parents who adopted her almost immediately, but they weren’t Anthony. he abandoned her.
Fast forward a few years. Isobel is pretty and she’s popular and she’s got a loving family and nobody really remembers her tragic origin story anymore, except for her. Everything is almost good again. She can almost ignore the gaping hole her brother left when he ripped out her heart when suddenly her friends are all into this new artist. At first she thinks nothing of it. Sure, the music is good, and she can see the appeal, but the more she had heard of him the more achingly familiar he felt - after all, What kind of sister would she be if she didn’t recognize her own brother? All too quickly Isobel went from mildly interested to total fangirl, and from total fangirl to creepily obsessed. Her family did everything they could to convince her that the man on tv was not her brother, that was impossible. They banned her from listening to him further, taking her to therapy three times a week instead of one, even bringing her to her dead brothers grave, but something in her always knew Anthony wasn’t buried there. Eventually it became too much. Isobel knew she was never going to get any closer to the truth as long as she stuck around so she left her family behind much the same way she had been left.
It wasn’t hard to set out on her own. She still attracted attention anywhere she went, only now she knew how to use it to her advantage, manipulating men and women alike into a place to stay or food to eat. She started to make her way into the right crowds, getting noticed by modeling agencies and making a new name for herself, ditching her last name for something with more flair but keeping her first name. When her brother hears that name she wants him to know it’s her and that she made it without him.
She didn’t think that things would happen so fast when she received the card. The card didn’t even give any useful information. Sure, something weird was going on considering she was positive her brother who had been dead and buried was touring around the world, but vampires and eternal fame? That was movie stuff. When she was offered the contract she didn’t even think twice. Fame was nice, great even, and she would’ve taken the offer regardless, but more importantly this was the best way to get to her brother and she would do anything for that, including taking the blood of Estelle and Cressida and pledging her allegiance to them.
