{ witch turned vampire }

[julietxhawthorne]

xavier-bennett​:

“Of course, I’m just happy that you decided that you wanted to spend more time with me.” Xavier said, watching as Juliet observed his home, checking once more that there weren’t any embarrassing messes that he forgot to clean up. There weren’t. But he had to check. “Thanks. It’s gotten a bit more chaotic since the hellions arrived. Not much to be done about it.” Xavier said, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ kind of way.

Xavier felt his own grin growing watching Juliet’s reaction towards the slippers. “Well, it’s rude to tell them to take off their shoes and parade around in slippers but not offer them anything for their own cold feet.” Xavier said, gesturing down towards his own slipper clad feet and then pointing back at the basket. “They’re clean, don’t worry.”

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“Oh are you, now?” Juliet teased, glancing towards him with a smile. “Well I couldn’t say no when we decided to make each other food and drinks for one another.” Juliet explained. “I’m usually the only one doing that for people.” She shrugged, not minding it at all. Although, she was excited to see what he’d make for the both of them. Not only that, but she couldn’t wait for him to try what she was making. 

“I guess that’s true.” Juliet said as she used her toes to pull her shoes off. She then stooped down and picked out some slippers, pushing her feet into them and then smiling. “I forgot how comfy these things can be.” She smirked as she moved back towards the kitchen. She set her bag on the counter. “So, Mr. Bartender and Cook, what’s on the menu for tonight?” 

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logancree​:

The vampire simply nodded his response. “I would deal with it yes. That person shouldn’t ever walk on earth or any planet for that matter. But that would be my burden to carry-no one else. And that’s not what we are here to speak about.” Cree reminded, going back to the situation that brought Juliet into his office.

Logan considered his options and Juliet’s words as he tilted his head and stared ahead at his bookshelf. Books that contained so many stories one has told over the years; ones that carried the same plot but told in new ways-some better then others. Just like the options Cree could offer the older vampire. But which to choose, he wondered.

Sighing, his dark eyes met hers. “They’re human-it’s simple then luv. Compel them. Ask to be invited in when you see them in town and then search their place. Though…personally I think they are not the children you had decades ago. If your bloodline did continue, their genetics which have been passed down did most of the work. I’m sure in another three or four hundred years, those who continue their human blood line, will also have people who look exactly like them.”

Juliet frowned and glanced towards the ground as he spoke. She couldn’t do what he was referring to to Preston or Spencer. She refused to. But him talking about it made her curious to know who he was referring to. Did he have kids at some point? Or was he talking about someone else entirely? 

The elder vampire shook her head back and forth. “It’s not that simple, Logan.” She insisted. “They aren’t... just human.” She clenched her jaw as her eyes met his. “And neither of the kids live in their families home anymore so them inviting me in that house wouldn’t work.” She explained as she let out a sigh. It was all too complicated, and honestly, part of her knew she should just drop the whole thing entirely. 

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xavier-bennett​:

Xavier hummed along to the music playing over the bluetooth speaker, dancing as he moved around tidying. He was having company over and he wanted to present his best front, seeing as it was the first time they would be visiting. He wasn’t trying to make his house spotless, he did live there with two cats, after all. But he wanted it to be tidy. There was no need for Juliet to see the basket of unfolded laundry sitting next to the couch, waiting for the newest episode of trashy reality tv to be folded. They would be spending the bulk of their time in the kitchen and dining room, since the whole purpose of this visit was to cook together, but he knew that he would be showing her around. So it had to be clean.

He had just thrown a stray sock, courtesy of Boots, into his bedroom and was doing his final inspection of the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “Be right there!” He called, making his way towards the front door, giving himself a quick once over in the hallway mirror, adjusting his shirt. “Hey, come in.” He said, opening the door and stepping aside to let Juliet in. “If you wouldn’t mind taking your shoes off?” He asked, pointing towards a shoe mat to the side of the door. “I’ve got slippers if you like.” He pointed to a basket set next to the mat.

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Juliet shifted the backpack as she knocked on the door. She, of course, was acting like the bag was heavier than what she could manage. She had to appear and act like a human, after all. “Hey! Thanks for inviting me over.” Juliet offered Xavier a smile as she walked into the house. Her eyes moved along the interior of his place and she whistled. “Nice place you have here.” 

She quickly halted before she took a step further into the house. “Oh right, sorry.” Juliet toed her shoes off and pushed them towards the door. “Slippers?” She asked, the smile creeping back on her lips. “You offer your guests slippers?” A giggle escaped her lips as she looked at the basket. “I have never heard of someone doing that before.” 

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@bridgette-kingsley​

Juliet had just gotten off of work. It was still dark outside and she honestly revelled in it. She always enjoyed working the late night shifts, especially when she never got the chance to do anything during the day. There was just too much sunlight most of the time. 

“Hey!” She walked up towards the girl that she had seen a few times before. Juliet couldn’t place her name, but that didn’t matter. She was in the business of making new friends. “You want to drink with me? I will buy the drinks.” She said with a smile. “Anywhere but at my job.” She pointed a thumb behind her towards Two Old Crows.

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logancree​:

Tension covered Logan’s body at just the thought of such a person shoving their way back into his life. Breath mate. Control yourself. Jaw tightening, Logan held her vial and instead of answering, drowned his glass of wine and poured himself another.

“I’d deal with it.” The vampire made sure to not say if the “it” was a female or male or even if they were human. Lucinda was not someone who should be brought back from the dead. Not ever. The pain he’d suffer with her around had at times been greater then their bond breaking at her time of death. “I know we’re all old, no matter how handsome or beautiful we appear. But some of us, such as yourself, have more history in your years then the rest of us. More knowledge and connections.” The vampire clarified. Though he knew from experience, that it didn’t take many years to gather connections-even if they were bad ones like Cree had.

Lifting his gaze to watch her drown her vial, he asked, “You mean to say you’re not certain after all these years? You have no proof?” Even Cree knew how his parents died. Even in the ugly conditions he was trapped in, and the inability to go out and give them a proper goodbye in person or at their funeral, Logan still knew and had tried to keep tabs on his family; it was the one request Lucinda didn’t argue about; the one thing she humored him about and acquired information on in exchange for Logan’s cooperation on a few things.

Leaning on the edge of his desk, Logan’s hand twirled the red liquid in his glass. Her situation could have been worse and in ways it still could get there. But for now, it appeared that her family were simple humans by the way she made it sound. Unless they weren’t. “Nuts would have been if they recognized you and demanded answers about your whereabouts all these years Juliet. Are they human? Do they know your connection to them?”

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“You’d deal with it.” Her voice was stern and blunt as she turned towards him. “What the hell does that even mean, Logan?” Deal with it as in kill them? Avoid them? Pretend to not let it affect you? Juliet had so many questions but it wasn’t like the two of them were all that close. And she wasn’t trying to sound rude, or be rude, she was just overwhelmed with so many emotions in that moment.

“I was taken from them when they were young. It’s been decades, Logan. There’s no reason for them to still be alive. I’ve been searching for their death certificates but back then...” She shook her head back and forth. “The only thing I can think of is that it would be in my old house and you and I both know I can’t get in there.” She no longer had any ownership of her family’s house. 

She clenched her jaw, unsure if she should tell him anything else. “They are human.” Human enough. “They don’t seem to recognize me.” She shook her head back and forth, as if that was somewhat reassuring for her. It wasn’t. “What do I do?” She asked him. “What would you do?”

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spthorne​:

Spencer might have been oblivious to Juliet’s reactions before, but he couldn’t help but notice now with his question. When it came to dealing with emotions he was just as bad when it came to other people’s feelings as with his own. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said the first and only thing that came to mind. He stared down at the plants around them, pulling at the material of the glove with his free hand. When Juliet took a step back, he breathed out, deeply. Spencer nodded as she spoke again. “Of course, I did enjoy it,” he said sincerely. “I’m fairly certain we’re around the same age,” he added with a chuckle. 

Juliet just shrugged at his apology. She knew that there wasn’t much anyone could say when finding out about someone else losing loved ones. She appreciated the small gesture, but nothing he could say would make it any better. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It was along time ago.” She said as she took another step back. Just seeing his familiar face was making her emotions worse. Take a breath. He’s not your son. She reminded herself. “Ah... right.” She smirked. “Sometimes I feel older than what I actually am.” She shrugged again. “Well, it was very nice to meet you. I’ll see you soon?” 

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logancree​:

The vampire kept looking in his drawer until he reached the hidden compartment and clicked it open. A few medium sized vials clinked together as he pulled the box out more. Taking out two of them, Logan’s eyes lifted towards Juliet. “There’s a lot of strange things happening in this town luv. One grows used to them after a while. It’s only when attacks begin to happen towards one species that we all should begin to worry.” Closing and locking the compartment back up, Cree straightened and poured the contents of the vial into his glass.

His hand, which contained the other vial for Juliet, froze midair at the words “son.” Now shock appeared on Logan’s face, his thoughts only focused on her words and suddenly where she came from. “Son luv? How old are you exactly?” It was a blunt question, yes, but the vampire wasn’t sure how a spitting image of her son would be alive during this time. Logan sensed the tears and the tightness of Juliet throat as she spoke of who she had seen and felt the confusion in the air as well.

Juliet watched as he took out some vials of blood. She wasn’t sure if drinking that in the moment was a good idea. Leon always had her on a strict schedule when it came to consuming blood. “I know this town is filled with strange happenings but you don’t think this is even stranger?” She asked, wanting to get his real, genuine, opinion. “What if someone here looked exactly like someone you once knew? Someone you are to believe is dead?” 

Now, she had him. She could see the shock written all over his face. Juliet jerked back at the question and frowned. “We are all old, Logan.” Her voice broke as she tried her best to prevent the tears from streaming down her face. “I’m-- over two hundred. And yes, as much as it seems to shock you, I had a family before this life.” She turned away from him; away from the blood. “He’s dead. They both are. Or, I thought-- think they are. I haven’t found their death certificates yet.” If there are any. She thought to herself. “Their names are different, they are older than I last saw my son’s, but-- fuck.” She hissed, her anger and sadness mixing together. 

Juliet turned quickly, grabbed the vial that was in Logan’s hand and guzzled it. There wasn’t much and honestly, it left her unsatisfied. “You probably think I’m nuts.” It wouldn’t be the first time another vampire thought that.

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phoenix-castillo​:

At the open invitation, Phoenix suddenly wasn’t so sure what she wanted to know about Juliet. Well, she could get the basics at least. “Can we start with how old you are? Like around what time are you from? And maybe where.” She usually had few qualms with digging into people’s stuff, but she knew how much it irked some most, so she was cautious with those whose opinion she cared about. 

Phoenix chuckled. “Have you met him? I can tell you about all of his weird habits, but his past? That’s a complete mystery.” She leaned forward with a mischievous smirk, all thoughts of her homework gone from her head. “Do you have any insights into the origins of my great and mysterious uncle?”

“I was born in 1805.” She said to Phoenix. “Here, actually. In this town.” Juliet didn’t share much about her to anyone but Phoenix knew what she was and therefore, she wasn’t hesitant on telling the young girl anything. Well, mostly anything. She still wasn’t sure if she should reveal her real last name, or the fact that she had connections in this town. Maybe Phoenix knew them? 

“I suppose you’re right. He likes keeping things secret, doesn’t he?” She smirked as she glanced over her shoulder, as if Leon was going to show up any minute. “I don’t, unfortunately. He’s a closed book. I only know what it was like after he turned me, when I was with him.”

[julietxhawthorne]

logancree​:

Cree raised an eyebrow expecting an answer silently. Once he saw Juliet wasn’t going to give one, the vampire returned to placing the bottle on his desk and holding out a fine glass of wine out towards her. Logan’s thoughts ran back and forth considering her question. Thankfully, he hadn’t run into that situation yet; he’d run into almost everything else though. Not all great memories are they Logan?

“It doesn’t necessarily surprise me Juliet. We do live in a town that…does include magic and other supernaturals.” He paused lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip swallowing hard. You know what it’s missing. Stepping behind his desk and looking in a drawer, the man then asked, “Is the person you encountered a friend or a foe?”

“You’re... not surprised?” Juliet asked, weighing her options in her head. She could tell him the whole truth or bits and pieces. Or nothing at all. She wasn’t really sure what the best option was, considering she didn’t know Logan as well as she’d like. “I mean, I believe in doppelgangers but this...” She shook her head back and forth. “It’s so close of a resemblance that the only difference is the ages.” 

Juliet lifted her hands to her face, rubbing her forehead, her temples, and then letting out a sigh as her fingers trailed through her hair. “Neither.... both?” Juliet let out a groan. “I don’t know!” It was too complicated of a story to share. She’d hope it was more of a friend than foe, but the last time she was around her family was years ago when they ran her out of town. So she supposed it depended on the circumstances? “He looks like my son, Logan.” She finally said. “One of them, anyway. And his brother looks like my other son. But they... God, Logan, that was centuries ago.” Juliet blinked back tears as she spoke. 

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spthorne​:

“Of course,” he said with a soft smile, after all plants grew back and in some weeks it will most likely grow enough for another harvest. Spencer paused to turn and listen to Juliet, sometimes it was hard to focus on two tasks at once. “I’ve read about that, yeah. Do you have kids?”

Living in an apartment he kind of understood her, even if he had access to the family garden, they didn’t have a real garden at home. “Yeah, I get that. I’m glad I have this place. It’s hard to really grow a garden in an apartment,” he said and turned his attention on the pot in front of him again. “So, a garden is planned in the future?”

It was her fault for mentioning children, really. Not his. But at the question, her chest seized with distress as she paused her actions. She let out a sigh as she hung her head. Tears threaten to stream down her face as she stared down at the plants. “I did.” She nodded. “Two boys... they were--” She cleared her throat. “The light of my life.” A sad smile formed on her lips as she slowly stood up from the garden. Juliet tucked the chamomile in her pocket as gently as she could as she took a step back. It was time for her to go. Talking about her children was one thing, but talking about it in front of a boy -- no, a man -- that looked exactly like one of them was another. 

“Yeah um...” Juliet curled her hair behind her ear and then added. “Yeah, definitely. Once I get my own place.” She nodded as she took another step back. “Well, Spencer, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me today with my favorite plants.” She said with a smile, trying to cover up the fact that she was near tears just moments before. “And it was very nice to meet such a nice young man.” She said, her smile turning into a sad one once again. She wondered if this was how her son turned out to be. 

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spthorne​:

Noticing how quickly the stranger was drawn to the plant, gave Spencer an idea. “It grew well this year and will probably have to be harvested in the next couple of days. We can trim a few stems now if you want them?” he offered as he started working, gently checking each pot and pulling out any weeds, throwing them in the compost bin. “We use it here and there, mostly we dry it for teas.” Spencer wasn’t about to say they also kept them for magical potion ingredients, like most plants in the garden were kept. 

“Do you have a garden at your place?” he asked looking up from where he was currently crouching next to a pot of rosemary.

“You’re letting me take some?” Juliet asked, a little surprised as she glanced towards the younger male. Well, not exactly young in the physical sense of the word. They, physically, were about the same age. Which felt slightly odd to Juliet. “That’s what I’ve used them for.” She said with a smile. “Did you know that they help babies calm down when they are crying or having a fit?” 

Juliet smirked and shook her head back and forth. “Oh no. I live in a hotel right now. I don’t really have a place to put a garden just yet.” She explained as she gently began to harvest some of the chamomile. 

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phoenix-castillo​:

Phoenix relaxed at Juliet’s reply. There were plenty of people even only Juliet’s apparent age who were stuck in the nuclear family mindset. She didn’t feel yet like opening up about her sexuality, though. “Maybe sometime you could tell me about the past? Even cultural stuff would be cool to hear about, if you didn’t want to talk about personal stuff.” But Phoenix really wanted to hear about her personal past.

Phoenix waved her hand in dismissal. “Sometimes it really helps to just explain something out loud.” She smiled. “And the moral support is helpful as well.” She leaned down and scribbled the equation big across the top of the page and labeled the terms with arrows. “There we go. Now I can come back to this later.”

“I mean, any time you have questions, I’m here to talk and answer them.” Juliet said with a smile. She wasn’t necessarily an open book but talking about her values and how she was raised wasn’t exactly something she hid from certain people. Phoenix being one of those that she was comfortable telling, considering that she knew who she was. “Have you ever talked to Leon about his former life?”

“Well I’m glad I could help in any way I could.” Juliet chuckled as she watched the young girl write something else down on the paper. 

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spthorne​:

“German Chamomile… “ humming he glanced around the plants. Few people knew he memorised where each plant was grown, he could count them on the fingers of one hand. Spencer remembered thinking it was strange that they had that species when it wasn’t the one usually grown there. “Interesting. I believe there is a corner where some are kept actually,” he offered, turning back to her. At her question, Spencer took a moment to think. “There are too many to really choose, but if I were to go, let’s say, by scent then thyme is one of my favourites.” Taking a few steps brought him in front of said herb and he reached out to rub a leaf between his fingers before bringing them up to his face. 

Spencer then went to grab a glove and a hand hoe. “I wanted to do a bit of cleaning around the plants in here,” he said, motioning around them as he pulled on the glove. “I won’t keep you but if you’d like you can grab a glove and see if any weed needs to be plucked out.”

“Wait, really?”Juliet asked, her eyes widening as he mentioned it. She used to tend to her plants all the time, even using magic sometimes to help them grow. Juliet not only took pride in having such responsibility, but she felt the same when it came to raising her children and being a wife.  

She followed him eagerly and when she saw the plant she smiled and lowered herself to her knees. Tears threatened to release themselves from her eyes as she moved a hand forward and gently touched the German Chamomile. “Do you guys use this for anything at all?” She asked and then she straightened slightly when he mentioned cleaning up the plants. “Oh no, please, I’d love to help.” Juliet insisted as she stood and grabbed some gloves.

[julietxhawthorne]

montymcallister​:

A house with a bit of character; Monty could see the appeal in something like that. “That’s a good neighborhood. Older places, but not the ‘drafty and hard to maintain’ kind. Good lot sizes, too.” Or, at least, that had been his experience. “Ah, not one I own. I’m renting a place downtown with a friend. But I’ve got family living in Hawk’s Hollow.” All in all (family aside) were he looking to put down permanent roots of his own in Edgewood, Hawk’s Hollow would be near the top of his list.

“So how’s the search been going? Still early stages, or are you eyeing a few you might make an offer on?”

“Yes, I love older places with character.”Juliet said, her smile widening at the excitement of it all. While she wished she could move back to her original home in Edgewood, she knew that wasn’t possible. But, having her own home in her hometown could help her feel a little more comfortable. Hopefully. “Oh okay. Well that’s still nice. I’m actually living in a hotel right now so renting isn’t all that bad.” 

“Early stages. Someone I know actually managed to get in contact with a local relator from the Hawthorne family to help me out. Said there were a few on the market.” Juliet shrugged her shoulders. “I’m hoping for the best, really.”

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phoenix-castillo​:

Phoenix smiled cheekily. You aren’t supposed to ask a woman about her age, but for an immortal it had to be different, right? Juliet would always be this pretty, regardless of calendar years.

The young woman frowned. That was so distant from her experience that she couldn’t relate. She wanted a family and kids someday, but she was very appreciative that women weren’t stuck to that anymore. Moreover, her sexuality didn’t lend to the traditional model. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be a…traditional wife.” Juliet didn’t seem regretful about that position, though.

“Yeah, but where do they go?” The student glared at the paper, and then flipped through a few pages of notes. “Okay, so here is the friction coefficient which has to go with this term,” she pointed at the numbers as it clicked in her head. Beaming, she looked up and said, “Thank you, Juliet!”

“There’s no reason you have to be, Phoenix.” Juliet said as she offered the young girl a smile. “I grew up in a whole other environment and culture than you. I wouldn’t expect you to be anything like how I am.... was.” She pressed her lips together into a thin line, finding herself thinking back to the more simpler times of her life. 

Juliet watched the young girl figure out the math equation with a smile. “I hardly did anything.” She smirked. “But I’m glad I could be here for, at the very least, some moral support.”

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charlottexkingsley​:

“Really, really!” Charlotte grinned back at the woman; her excitement was contagious. She eyed the flip phone with some amusement (wondering for a moment if the woman might be a drug dealer), but quickly focused her attention to the information on the phone’s screen. She keyed the number into the text block and doubled checked it before nodding. 

“I will pass on the message,” Charlotte said as she typed out the woman’s words verbatim. “He might even have something to you tonight or tomorrow morning. But hey! Maybe I’ll see you at that open house Sunday. I’m not going to swipe it from you, I’m just curious to see who’s moving out.”

Her eyes widened at the information. “Tonight would be perfect, honestly.” It meant she could be outside instead of if the man were to show her something tomorrow, when it was daylight out. She’d have to postpone the showing. Honestly, she was so ready to have her own place. “Oh, maybe.” Juliet said with a wide smile. “Thank you so much, Charlotte. I appreciate everything you’ve helped me with.” 

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spthorne​:

At her statement, Spencer blinked in surprise and smiled more openly. “Yes, I agree. Even what most people consider weeds have their own beauty and most have some medicinal property as well.” Once they arrived in the corner with the herbs greenhouse he stepped over the threshold. “Well, we’ve got a lot of the usual ones used in cooking, like basil, parsley, thyme. There’s mint,” he reached out to touch the leaves, ”you only need to slightly touch the leaves and can already smell it in the air.” Spencer closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling the fresh scent. “Do you have a favourite?” he asked turning to look at Juliet.

She nodded and smiled as she followed him into the greenhouse. She had already smelled the herbs due to her enhanced senses and being in the greenhouse only amplified the scents. She let out a pleasurable hum as she ran her fingers gently across the different herbs around her. “They are beautiful.” She whispered. At the question, she turned to him and nodded. “German Chamomile.” Not only did it help one’s digestive tract, it also aided anxiety and helped infants calm down when they were crying. It was something she would use with her own children all those years ago. 

Juliet then turned back towards the herbs, avoiding looking at Spencer while she was thinking so deeply of her own children. She could feel the sadness building in her chest. “What about you? Do you have a favorite?”