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isabel was one who’d never forgive or forget a person who abandoned her, who left her life without saying a word about it. but she could never do that when it came to her family. she owed them her life. when her brother disappeared, she knew better than to search for him. whether he would ever come back or not, that was his decision to make, not hers. it was a cold winter night and isabel was out in london, watching mundanes as they celebrated the winter holidays. she was reminded of the time she was nothing but a teenager who was lucky enough to witness the rise of the holy roman empire, a girl who had no idea about what’s yet to come. she was so full of life, always smiling, a hopeless romantic who wanted to age gracefully with her soulmate. little did she know that she will live long enough to watch all the people she loved grow old and die. she felt nostalgic while watching couples doing winter things together, ice-skating, buying christmas trees, playing in the snow. however, she had a strange feeling all of a sudden, as if somebody was right behind her. she turned around to check but there was nobody near her. she though it would be better to go back to her mansion, the fledglings couldn’t be left alone for too long and she didn’t want charlie or rose to feel like babysitters. just as she turned around once again, her eyes met another pair that she hasn’t seen in so long. her lips formed a smile as she greeted him. “welcome back to london, brother.” — ( @oftransformatiion )

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princeincubus:

karl. no more could he remember the face of the woman who’d bestowed upon him that name, but he had carried it with him throughout his long life. for many centuries he hadn’t thought much of it, but by the second world war a man with the name karl very well should have been fighting with the nazis. or, at least, that was what some of the less educated allied soldiers thought. so he’d shed his name just like he’d shed his mortality. these days, most of the ones that knew him by that name had died. isabel was one of the few who still remained, and it would be silly to scold her for old habits. instead, he followed her her office. a smooth, polished desk stood to one side of the room, surrounded by old books and fine art, and he smiled at the scent of it. this was home. this had been home for ages now. despite the comforting scent, there was something amiss. he could hear more ruckus than he remembered when he left, and the expression that isabel wore was disheartening. “has she come home?” he lips turned upward slightly. “i had begun to wonder what corner of the world she had hidden away in.” as he listened to her concerns, charlie tilted his head slightly to the side, considering this news. “is that so?” blue eyes narrowed to slits, trying to untangle this newest riddle. “i apologize, but that doesn’t make sense. why would there be so many now?” vampires were not created at such a rapid rate, not since the accords anyway, so either something had gone terribly wrong or vampires were flooding into london. frankly, neither solution made much sense. “isabel, what is going on?” there had to be something, and already he knew that it was something terribly bad. 

the dimly lit office had been the place where she spent the past few days, leaving it only to check the fledglings’ state. she asked not to be disturbed unless there is a crisis in the mansion and luckily, this didn’t happen. she was grateful that her best immortal soldiers could handle the situation and give her a few moments to finally breathe. “she will probably leave town again soon,” she shrugged. there was nothing that could surprise her anymore, not even philomena’s sudden decision to keep on exploring the world. she needed her family here but she knew she had to find a solution to this problem on her own. she was in charge of the vampires, she was capable enough to put an end to this living hell. isabel nodded her head in reply to his question then sat on a chair, by the window, gesturing towards her brother and politely asking him to do the same. this was going to be quite a story. “that’s a question i’ve tried my best to answer these days but i have no idea. all i know is that i have to find a way to stop this until the clave finds out and comes here for my head,” she said, letting out a long sigh. “rogue vampires roam wild and free around the streets of london, violating the accords by feeding on mundanes, then murdering or turning them into vampires. they are nowhere to be found, nobody has any lead. i tried to question the fledglings but most of them were to scared to understand what’s going on, let alone remember the faces of their attackers. there was a girl, however, who told me that two bikers bit her. it might be useful but she had been a mundane before, they could’ve easily glamoured themselves and encanto her. another strange thing is that i found her in the club while she was searching for those men but none of my vampires heard about such an event. and there were no bikers in there,” isabel presented him the case. this was complicated and it had to be solved. now. “if this truly happened outsidee my club, it is a declaration of war. i can’t just sit in my office and do nothing. i tried to talk to dimitri but he is nowhere to be seen lately and none of his wolves had been around the institute these days.” isabel was worried about this situation. confused fresh vampires could mean nothing but trouble for mundanes, which might result even more brand new children of the night. “you know i wouldn’t usually ask for this but i need your help. i’m stuck and you might have better ideas than i do.”

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maiiis:

          the cup of coffee STEAMED , and her small hands clutch onto it as if it’s the last thing keeping her SANE. the silver infinity scarf she donned covered the bottom half of her face as she started off for the INSTITUTE. nothing like a coffee before training couldn’t fix. eyes were trained on the ground , only for her foot to catch on one of the cracks in the pavement , causing her to stumble into someone. eyes look up towards the other through long lashes only for recognition to flash through hazel eyes.

        her name TUMBLED from her mouth , sounding foreign on her tongue. “ i-isabel. ” she could feel her eyes water ; OH WHAT A CRYBABY she is , she thought. “ s-sorry , i … i gotta go. ” 

hiding in the shadows was something the delacroix family was particularly good at. isabel couldn’t remember the last time she saw the sunlight and there were days when she missed it. however, she was no daylighter and she had to be careful when it came to being outside. she was now roaming around the hallways of the institute, after a conversation with sir arthur rosedale, waiting for the sun to set so she could return to the family mansion.

she had always been a calm person, she didn’t get angry when somebody bumped into her. she turned around to apologize, despite not being her fault, but perfect manners were something that ran in the delacroix clan. her eyebrows rose as she watched her old friend standing right in front of her. oh, how time changes things. “mai,” she replied with a polite smile. “i apologize, it was probably my fault. i should’ve been more careful.”

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briarfaye:

Brilliant blue hues snapped towards the redhead, scanning over her quickly as if assessing her as a threat. But the words didn’t match the threatening feeling she could feel off of everyone, the urge to attack and protect herself. Her nails cut into the table almost from clutching so hard, but slowly she relaxed, tension leaving her limbs one by one. “It was those two bikers…. I came here to find them…. Kill them” she hissed under her breath.

isabel knew exactly how this girl felt, she had been once just like her. nothing made sense, she was so angry and all she wanted to do was murder the ones who did this to her. luckily for her, she was found by the delacroix family and they saved her. this is exactly what she intended to do with this girl. “killing them might be what you want right now but it’s not what should be done. it wasn’t their right to do this to you either, but you can’t fight fire with fire. i promise you, i will find whoever did this to you and i will make them pay,” she said. “excuse me, i forgot my manners. my name is isabel delacroix, i’m in charge of the london vampire clan. what’s your name?”

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royalphilomena:

phil was close with few people. after being hurt too many times she’d stopped letting people in. family was different. she was bred princess through and through. no matter how much time passed that wouldn’t change. and she knew that family equaled loyalty. and she had that for every delacroix. but, she’d admit that isabel held a special place. as the youngest phil wanted to look after her. phil sat on her bed as she listened to her sister. t made her sick, thinking of vamps turning innocent people.

“ if you’re going to find out anything it’s going to come down to connections, ” she shrugged. “ as everything in the downworld does. your best bet? the wolves. there’s little that happens in this city that they don’t know. the seelies would know more, but i’d stay far away from them if i was you. maybe talk to dimirtri, he’s alpha now isn’t he? ” she offered. “ if he can’t help than i’m not sure, but, i’m here, so if you need help tracking them down i’m at your disposal. ”

“i can’t blame the werewolves every damn time something happens to us. i will try to talk to dimitri in particular but i’m not sure it’s going to help. the rogue vampires are working during the night and my informers are always on the streets,” she confessed. “there must be something going on, philomena. something we don’t know about. they would’ve heard about illegal bleeder dens but we have nothing. nothing. most of the fledglings tend to avoid pike’s poison, they were taught to do so, but they can’t remember why. everytime i try to question them it seems like they can’t remember anything from the night they were turned.” isabel was truly bothered by these things, she wanted to put an end to it but she couldn’t find a lead.

“my gut feeling tells me that this is somehow linked to whatever happened in the london institute not-so-long ago. what’s worse is that with every second that goes by, another mundane is in danger. i can’t let this happen.”

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princeincubus:

ever cunning and skillful with words, charlie’s ability to enthrall mundanes and downworlders alike had only increased over the centuries. there was something genuine, something natural, about his drawling pronunciations and impeccable manners. he laughed at exactly the right times, made eye contact, and could navigate how to best ease a tense moment with a self-effacing joke. he was not born royalty, instead he’d been invited into the delacroix line, but he’d seemingly embraced his place. knowing his skillset, charlie had been something of a diplomat for the family for as long as he could remember. he had created many peace treaties and formed hundreds of alliances, and his skills had been put to use yet again in the scandinavian peninsula. despite the lavish living arrangements afforded to him in copenhagen, he was glad to be home. he missed his own quarters, his well worn chair, his favorite books, and especially his dear sister. he grinned up at her, pleased that she’d taken time from her busy schedule to meet him at the door. “sister,” he purred in response. “i hadn’t expected you to meet me at the door or i might have bothered to clean up a bit.” a lopsided grin appeared across his lips. “you look lovely as ever, i certainly hope that means the fledgelings have been well behaved.”

there were no suitable words in any language that could describe how grateful isabel was for her brother. ever since she turned into a vampire, which was such a long time ago, he never hesitated to help her. her brother was always there for her, despite her claiming that she can handle everything by herself. right now, isabel didn’t have the situation under control. she needed him by her side but she couldn’t ask him to come home, she knew that he was probably busy with diplomatic issues. somehow, he showed up just in time. “you look great, karl. don’t worry about it,” she replied, stopping right in front of him. she nodded her head in response. “the fledgelings aren’t the main problem anymore. there’s something else bothering me, but we can’t talk about it here. join me in my office, i’ll gladly share the information with you.” she let out a sigh, trying not to look as worried as she really was. “philomena is here as well, she’s probably checking out the newcomers. our mansion, as large as it might be, doesn’t have many vacant rooms right now. they keep coming and there are many others on the streets.”

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the delacroix mansion was as calm as usual. isabel took care of the fledglings. she fed them, told them everything they need to know about the shadow world, particularly about being a vampire, asked them questions about the people who turned them into immortals, then assigned every single one of them to the rooms of the fourth floor. she was now in her office, in the highest place of this house, trying to investigate on the recent problems. as the leader of the london vampire clan, she couldn’t allow rogue vampires to roam free, to kill mundanes for fun, or to turn them into confused and aggressive downworlders. it was her duty to investigate who was behind all this, to catch the one in charge and to make sure that this won’t happen again. not under her reign. she had been distracted by a sudden feeling. she could recognize the smell of his blood anywhere, there was no doubt about who the visitor was. with an incredible speed, isabel reached the main floor of the mansion, a warm smile growing on the corners of her lips as she slowly went down the stairs. “welcome home, brother.” ( @princeincubus )

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Starter Dos

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thetrickymessenger:

“I was thinking cremation just in case but that works too.” Kain looked through each assassins’ pockets to find that certain card till he found it. Luckily it was in the guy who committed suicide by cyniyde pill so it stayed nice. The card was cheesy, glitery, smelled weird and everything that would scream out Mina. It showed a picture of where she was at and what it said was something only to make him mad. He stuffed the card unto his pocket then said. “Alright, let’s make sure no one knows we’re where here. almost like our own dirty secret. I can add it to my pile.” He sighed while picking up several bodies hanging them on his shoulder.

“a fire would draw too much attention, we can drop them as far from the institute as possible and nobody will ever find out,” the head vampire replied. without the fear of getting her hands, or clothes, dirty of blood, isabel lifted up the only corpse left. “you’d probably want to lock your room twice until we get back to clean the blood,” she warned him, stepping closer to the window. of course she wanted to know what happened, only a fool would let this go without asking questions but she had to make sure everything was covered before she would get the answers she desired. for some reason, she was sure that he wasn’t as guilty as it looks like, there was something going on with him. judging by the way these people have been murdered, it looked like some sort of self-defense but she had to double-check his story before jumping to conclusions.

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royalphilomena:

“ well, that’s why i’m here, ” she linked arms with her sister, steering isabel towards her room.  “ to help get it under control, ” she promised. “ i mean, not like i’m doing anything else, ” a laugh bubbles to the service, her normal gorgeous laugh, though the pathetic underlying fact of the sentence was true. phil didn’t have much to occupy her time.

“ i missed you too, ” she admitted, opening the door to her room when they arrived. “ i’m glad i came back. it’s always better to have family around, ” which phil believed whole-heartedly. it was lonely being immortal, having a family was something speical, she should appreciate it more.

“i’m happy to have you around.” they might not be blood-related, but they grew up together. philomena helped her understand how being a vampire works, she supported her through the good and the bad. she was a delacroix, and so was philomena. related by blood or not, they were sisters. once they reached her room, isabel stepped inside and closed the door. “i should probably start with the current situation. a few weeks ago, i’ve been informed about a rogue vampire that caused trouble in london. young man, brand new vampire who decided to mess up with the accords because he doesn’t understand how this world works. he would seduce both men and women, feed on them, then kill them or turn them into vampires, so he won’t have to suffer alone. i’ve met a lot of fledglings lately and you know how much i hate knowing that mundanes have been killed so they could become downworlders. we got the guy, everything seemed to be fine until we figured out that he wasn’t working alone,” she mused, walking across the room. she sat on an armchair and glanced towards philomena.

“we have about a dozen of rogue vampires roaming aound the streets, killing mundanes or creating allies out of confused fledglings. and we have no lead.”

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royalphilomena:

although phil was from london originally, way back before it had that name, she had spent the last few months in scotland and ireland. but, she’d come back to keep an eye on her youngest sister. her and isabel got along really well, and she knew the other might be struggling now that she was in charge. she wanted to make sure it wasn’t too much for her, and possibly even help if it was.

“ first time for everything, ” she teased as she pulled back, “ well, it’s been a while since i’ve been home, and with everything happening around here, ” she gestured to the institute around them, “ i thought it might be time i came back. plus, i get to see you, reason enough if you ask me. ” she giggled.

“careful or you might get used to it, i don’t want to see you disappointed in the future,” she winked at her sister. “i suppose you’re right, a lot of things happened recently and it’s only getting worse. i wish i could tell you i’ve got everything under control, but it’s not true,” isabel admitted, worry starting to crawl its way back in her mind.

“i missed you, thank you for coming. it’s delightful to have you around, honestly.” her sister always found a way to cheer her up, even in her darkest times. maybe that’s why she loved her so much. she was also smart enough, she could help her everytime she was in need of a good advice.

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thetrickymessenger:

One tradition that Kain did not agree to in the slightest was Mina’s way of sending “greeting cards”. His sister dreads going to places unannounced so must make a grand appearance. She doesn’t want to look at Kain so to make sure he knows she’s there she sends an assassin to kill him. She finds the most expensive assassin in the market, hired him or her, then send them to their doom. Nine times out of ten the assassin ends up dying, going mad, humiliated, or vows their entire life on carefully killing Kain. This was one of the many reasons why Kain hated his sister. Mina somehow Manages to place a card in the same area every time, the assassin’s pocket. The card, of course, frustratingly had some stereotypical sappy shit. Kain felt loved but he preferred not to be loved by his evil twin sister.

  The assassin Mina sent this time was actually multiple assassins. She felt like spicing things up. All the assassins lay dead on the ground as they always do. Kain unwillingly didn’t have any other options. These assassins were smart and stubborn. It was either Kain or the assassins and Kain choosed himself. His hands were bloody and it looked pretty bad from an outsider’s perspective. Kain tensed when he saw someone walk into his murder bath only for him to explain himself.

“It isn’t what it looks like?”

it was nothing but a coincidence that she walked by his room right as he tried to clean up a mass murder. she opened the door out of pure curiosity, maybe to check if he is okay and do some small talk, but she wasn’t ready for what she was about to see. as she peeked through the open crack, she could clearly see blood. a lot of blood. she quickly stepped into the room and closed the door after him, raising both of her eyebrows at his words.

the woman kept a straight face and stepped closer to him, careful not to step in blood. a long sigh left her crimson red lips as she faced kain. “i’ll take care of it, save your explanations for somebody else,” she replied, bending over to take a closer look at the dead bodies. she gestured towards him, telling him to open the window. they should probably throw the bodies in the river thames, letting the mundanes take care of them. under no circumstances will she take the corpses to pike’s poison or her mansion, they had to keep it lowkey, otherwise this will look really bad for him.

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royalphilomena:

phil was just getting back from pike’s poison as she knew soon dawn would fall and she needed to be inside. as she entered the institute she was surprised to find it still quite active. though, she shouldn’t have been surprised. demons don’t sleep, and a handful of the new residents were also vampires. phil started to make her way to her room, get changed out of her club clothes when she spotted a familiar redhead at the end of the hall.

“ isabel! ” she called excitedly, running to hug her sister.

she’d meant to find her the minute she’d moved in (yesterday) but it had gotten away from her. she was glad to see her, though. after all, isabel was the whole reason she’d moved in.she hugged her happily, a smile on her features. “ i was wondering when i’d find you. ”

after checking on the fledglings once again, isabel could finally leave the delacroix mansion. it was the time to pay a visit at the london institute, she had to tell arthur that rogue vampires kept on feeding on mundanes, killing them shortly after or turning them into downworlders. at first, it didn’t seem like a serious problem. she thought her soldiers will catch the guilty one but it seemed like the start of an uprising in the vampire reign.

she was dressed in a black elegant dress, matching the color of her stiletto high heels who tapped the pavement on the empty hallways as she made her way to the main office. a familiar voice called her name and she quickly turned around, surprised by her sister. “philomena,” she said as she wrapped her arms around the other woman, a smile forming on the corners of her red lips. “you managed to surprise me this time, congratulations. what are you doing in london?”

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death would be kinder than her touch // k.s.

[theliteraryjournals]

I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wordsnquotes)

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pandxward:

pandora looked up at the new company, her attention pulled from the chapter explaining the wild hunt. she hadn’t even noticed the other enter, but her welcoming grin slipped into a look of confusion from the auburn-haired woman’s comment. “what do you mean, iz? this place is a gold mine,” she bargained, mentally bookmarking where she left off in the paragraph. there were stacks of books scattered across the table, piles of pages that pandora had already ran through. “you have a point though – so far there isn’t much in this codex that isn’t common knowledge for us.” she shrugged, a light chuckle leaving her lips.

“it is indeed a gold mine, my darling, but we’re immortal,” she pointed out, a smirk growing in the corners of her perfect-lined red lips. “we have plenty of time to read about the laws of the shadowhunters. besides, i’m quite convinced we know more than what’s written in there, considering that we have been alive for a long, long time.” throughout her life, isabel had the chance to meet various types of nephilim, downworlders and mundanes, she was a living shadow world encylopedia. “we should go for a drink, it’s been a while.”