"Shooting Star"

Thea Fariel. Vampire. Agent of The Institute. ❝ sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind. ❞ 

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1st Episode: Frank’s Return

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blair-fisher:

Frank’s was to be avoided like the plague in Blair’s book, thank you very much. But, when the choice was between cheap and not awful lasagna (and the possibility of a beer if the bartender on duty was super distracted) and her sister’s cooking once again for dinner, Blair was going for Frank’s. Thank god for having a free period at the end of the day. It made it so much easier to get to Frank’s before the rush (if Frank’s could even have a rush) arrived.

A guy that Blair vaguely recognized from science class pressed up next to her, and she sighed. “No. Not now, Timothy.” That couldn’t be his name, but she was so not in the mood.

There was a downside to Frank’s, besides the fact that it was Frank’s, was the fact that it took forever for food to be ready. Ignoring the guy (god he wasn’t even cute; did this town just hate Blair or something?), she pulled a notebook out of her backpack, determined to get a little bit of work done if she was going to be stuck here. Math or history? Math, thanks.

Head bent over the equations, she felt herself fall into a rare sense of satisfaction. It didn’t last long, thanks to the clamor surrounding her. With a sigh, she put the numbers aside, looking up with a frown.

Wait. She knew the woman standing on the bar. She was one of Del’s co-workers. Blair was almost positive of that. But why would an FBI agent be caught dead in Frank’s? And… “Did you say free beer? Because I’m not going to say no to that. Are you carding?”

Without a quick smile, Frankie raced in front of Blair, putting her arms on the table. “I said drinks on me, and we’re gonna have to go a little bit more hardcore than that, don’t you think?” Her hand reached over to put hers over the girl’s. “You’re D’s sister, right?” She spoke as if they were long time friends, but in reality any agent was a target at this point. Everything in her felt betrayal and a time to riot. They’ve all controlled her for far too long. “I’ll make sure to take special care of you.”

This girl was a bit oblivious. Frankie liked that. 

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1st Episode: Frank’s Return

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lulu-matthews:

Going to the bar after work wasn’t really Lulu’s style. She was much more of a stay at home, drink wine and watch whatever nature documentary Netflix would suggest sort of girl. But she’d had a long day at the office. The breakthrough she’d been waiting for for what felt like months had been a nothing. Back to square one it was. And each time a breakthrough went nowhere, Lulu just knew it’d be that much harder to leave the Institute.

A girl needed a break after all.

And there was the whole promo event. Lulu was not the type to say no to a big bowl of mac and cheese. Especially if it was half off.

She was deep into the bowl, enjoying the warmth, the, well, comfort of it, when she heard the noise. Glancing up, it was all a blur. Damn it. Where were her glasses? She’d put them down so they wouldn’t get fogged up by the steam from the hot pasta. Oh, there they…

No. Oh no. She recognized the person standing on the bar. How could she not? Lulu had spent too much time on that…project. Swallowing hard, she reached for her bag, knowing that her phone was in it, knowing that she had to do something.

Frankie was already deep into someone’s neck, dropping them to the floor half-alive. She compelled a couple others to act as caterers at one of the fancy balls that this town oddly had and had them draining others into glasses. Someone quickly came and got the body she dropped, as if they were taking her plate when she was finished. 

At this point, not everyone was compelled, just watching confused. The ones she immediately compelled were the screamers. She didn’t care for the screams. She cared for the look in their eyes as the realization that they’re completely helpless to their current situation. It must’ve been the same look she was giving the ones who tortured her for years. 

Now that she was literally out for blood and felt freed from a cage, everything in her was on. Her eyes were even sharper, ears more refined, nose could pick up a familiar scent... that’s when she looked in her direction. Before she could do much with the phone in her hand, Frankie threw it against the wall. “Did you really thing that was going to do any good? Why ruin all the fun and games, when we’re just getting started.”

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1st Episode: Frank’s Return

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sincerelymurdock:

Matt wasn’t even entirely sure what he was doing at the bar, truly. Naturally he had used their whole lunchtime event as an excuse, but as he stared at the little X on the back of his hand, he mulled it over. Was this really just because of what his father said? Was he hiding?

He picked at the food, careful to get as little grease on his fingers as possible. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be a hunter, he just… he had qualms about it. He wasn’t a killer, he hated the idea of anybody being hurt. But his dad was pushing and pushing for him to make his first kill– to run a solo mission. Matt didn’t care for it, but he couldn’t tell his parents that. Not yet at least. He sighed, actually taking a bite, swallowing as he looked up from his plate for the first time in minutes.

“Drinks are on Frankie tonight!” The bartender shouted, drawing Matt’s attention just in time for some woman– vampire– to climb up on to the bar. He might not be as good as his parents at tracking the creatures down, but he had been a hunter his entire life and there was no masking this; not when she was being so obvious. And. You know. Threatening the entire bar.

He sighed, pulling himself from his seat, moving towards her carefully. Fingers inched towards his pockets, wondering if he remembered to take that vial of holy water with him today. “How about instead we get down from there? Nobody needs to get hurt, tonight.”

Frankie put her hands on her hips and stood in a very Wonder Woman type way as she smiled wildly at her future dinner.. or her new waiter... new toy. She wasn’t entirely sure yet. She jumped down without a flinch, her hair bouncing and flowing around her in a mermaid way that accentuated her supernatural aura. 

Then immediately their faces were inches apart. “You’re right, but honey this is a coming back party. I’m very much myself again and we need to celebrate. How will your role be played?” She cocked her head a little and smirked briefly before disappearing. She instantly came back with a girl. “Let’s play, what should Frankie drink? You have many options, but choice wisely.” 

Something in her was pulsing, as if her heart was recharged and started to beat again, rushing her bloodstream with adrenaline. Her eyes were skittish and she felt stronger. The monster of a girl wanted to set fire to the place with no real motive other than it would make her happy. 

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1st Episode: Frank’s Return

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scott-smith-ltd:

According to popular belief Scott Smith did not leave his house unless absolutely necessary and today, by his own opinion, was no exception. Today a drink was absolutely necessary. In fact, he thought, he might have several. Why? He had asked his ‘hostile’ target Vivian Vandeviere to prom and by some ungodly means she had said yes. This lean, mean (apparent) killing-machine; his date. To prom. A school function. In public. He wouldn’t have believed it had it not been written there in his journal black on white in his own hand-writing. Capital letters and all.

Unfortunately Frankie’s was packed. This was a shortfall of Scott’s sudden spontaneous outing- usually he would make sure to go in the opposite direction of everyone else, but alas, where there is pizza there will be people. Sadly, Greg Porter only works in one bar at a time, and a fake ID was useless in a town where everyone knows everyone, so his one chance of getting his ‘existential crisis’ drink on was if Greg supplied him and if it had to be with half the residents of Havensdale there and the smell of cheese heavy in the air then so be it. He had a good enough reputation to be left alone at the bar by most people anyway.

Scott, deeply dissatisfied that his somber self-deprecating drinking had to be surrounded by such cheer barely noticed the commotion around him until a high heeled leg nearly stomped his drink out of his hands at the bar. Looking up, disdain a clear feature on his face, he nearly shouted abuse before he recognized the leg’s owner as Thea- one of Carmen’s and a vampire. An overwhelming feeling of ‘oh fuck’ crashed over him and he was nearly ready to leave his drink, his tab and his self-worth at the bar but man, this bitch was not about to ruin his day out.

“I’m trying to watch Blue Planet for fuck’s sake, and you’re blocking the screen. Do you mind maybe taking your dramatics somewhere else like I dunno, the bins, so that I can see the subtitles, or are you just mentally incapable of understanding that no one cares about your games?”

Frankie rolled her eyes at her ‘boo-er’ in the crowd tonight. A bat sat behind the bar, she guessed since there wasn’t much security that it was some kind of pre-caution. She shrugged mentally at the idiocy of not having a gun instead and grabbed it before anyone could blink and realize she moved to get it. Without so much of a blink, she smashed the TV, bending the bat a bit. Then she nonchalantly looked back at the man, “I guess I’m just mentally incapable of giving a damn.” 

A smirk barely crossed her lips before she was in front of him rather than on the bar in the spotlight. “Now, looks like you have no choice but to join my dramatics.” Her fingers barely touched his ear as she traced them and spoke, “maybe you’d like to have to have on subtitles for the rest of your life?” Her head cocked and her eyes got very puppy dog-like. “Maybe I’ll play a ‘would you rather’ game with you, since you seem to be such a hard guy to get attention from.” 

Within seconds a man and a woman were both next to her, she compells them in front of him, telling them to act normal. “Would you rather, make this guy jump the roof and if still alive to walk himself off again until he can’t anymore, or would you rather me just rip of the head of this woman?”

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1st Episode: Frank’s Return

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ian-magic-son:

In the Ian Morrison Handbook (patent pending), it states quite clearly that when you have a dream about a hot vampire quite literally murdering you (and, subsequently, waking you up early to find yourself tied up in a closet), there’s only one thing to do. You take her out for a drink. Now that should shed a little light on just why Ian Morrison was- how do you say?- the way he was. Either way, he was waiting at the bar at Franks’ for her to come back from the bathroom so they could officially toast their last days of humanity and hopefully her not killing him IRL. Or, he thought as he started to feel the welcome spark of his magic returning, simply the latter.

Toasting the latter was good enough for him. Of course that’s when she came running back into the room in a blur he was sure that at least one of the families in for the half-price pizza noticed. Brazen. But she had just become a vampire again so… Maybe it was just a glitch? Ian raised his eyebrows considerably as she compelled the bartender and even more so when she got onto the bar. Okay, he had definitely had a dream like this before… In fact, he’d actually done this before only he didn’t get as much praise as Piper Perabo did on Coyote Ugly.

“Uh, yoo-hoo. Thea? Or-,” what had she said? Frankie? “Frankie, you international woman of mystery, what ah, are you doing up there? I mean, I could guess but there’s no appropriate music playing. Do you want me to-,” he waggled his fingers to indicated ‘magic’ as he had so eerily done in his own “dream”, “The juke box?” But, even though Ian was smiling and keeping his tone light, he couldn’t quite mask the worry. The apprehension. Something waswrong. “Maybe a bit of Britney?”

“Mm, I like your style, Magician.” She smirked at him as she squatted down to him. While looking him in the eye she motioned for the compelled bartender to come hither. “Get the nice man a drink, on me.” She winked and stood back up, her heeled boots almost floating back to the floor where she vamp sped to the door to lock it and compel some handsome hulky men to stand guard. She vamp sped back to the top of the bar, but this time with a young woman on her arm. “I don’t think you’re really old enough for me, but hey, we only live once right?” 

Before she could dive into her newfound snack or lover, she hadn’t decided yet, she looked back towards Ian. “Toxic would be perfect right now. I’m not much of a music fanatic of this era sooo feel free to DJ away.” She spun the lady around on top of the bar as she continued to talk to her very own witchy witch. “We’re the best gig in town, what do ya think?” 

[ladythea-agentfariel]

I knoooow you’re all waiting for these juicy replies and I promise I will try tomorrow <3 

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What’ you gonna do when there’s BLOOD IN THE WATER?

— All hail the Red Queen // The 100’s Shifting Sands

[ladythea-agentfariel]

1st Episode: Frank’s Return

Francesca changed her name to Thea for many reasons. The main reason was to fit in. But then she became an agent. 

Funny thing is, Thea didn’t remember much about the beginning of her journey as an agent. She figured it was because she’s super old at this point. Now her memories are flooding back of a time stolen from her mind, where the people she surrounds herself with, works for, and is loyal to have taken a part of her. 

They experimented on her. And now she remembers everything.

Thea was in the bathroom of Havensdale’s lovely bar when her head started to ring. She started hearing everyone’s conversations in detail from the bar, and the pain of the traumatic events she experienced came back fast as she returned to her life as a vampire. Her hands gripped the rim of the sink, as the anger she felt while being held against her will came back. She broke the sink and lifted her head slowly as she looked in the mirror. 

Now everyone would have to pay for the Institute’s mistake.

She ran out to the bar, inhumanly, to compel the bartender. “Let everyone know drinks are on Frankie tonight, but don’t worry about keeping a tab. We’re just gonna have some fun today.” Frankie got onto the bar, Coyote Ugly style, and stopped everyone in their tracks. “Who’d like to play a game of truth or die?” 

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corey-andrews-ltd:

Nooo, I can’t because- Ruby. It’s just- I think if I should pretend to be engaged to get free things and cakes it should be with her, you know? And this town gossips so… Or well, I would have to talk to her first anyway. I don’t want to deprive you of cake, and you’re right, we should just enjoy it.

Okay, at this point, I’m going to be fake engaged to Ruby to get the cake. Actually, I bet Dave would do it in a heartbeat, but I see his intentions going south fairly quickly. 

Now that you’ve finally said her name, who is this Ruby and is she good enough for you? 

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alison-halliday:

Someday, we will have more apple choices, and that will be a fantastic day. Well, that certainly made things a little bit grim. We don’t need to be thinking about the ending just yet. As a grown up, I’m doing pretty well. Could be better, could be worse.

You really think so? I mean, I’m sure they have the science to do it. I think I think about the ending more than the average person. Helps me cope with necessary tasks. Like “get this done, because tomorrow you could die,” type thing. 

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little-leila:

“Nothing’s wrong. Just the idea of a model…That’s a lot?”

“Well, it shouldn’t be hard. You’re too beautiful for you to show up alone and models aren’t hard to come by these days. You have, like, a cell phone, right?” 

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blakewith-astake:

You did say that, didn’t you? Yeah, I remember. I’m not- Usually, I’m not like that. I’ve never thought that vampires were all automatically killers even if obviously some of them are. We both know that. I just thought that maybe if I did think like that then I could have done something, could have… Anyway, the point is that I am sorry. Ah, ominous but fair. Knew there was something in the water today. [ smiles a lil ] Both still alive, I hope.

It was a difficult time. I understand. I had to leave everything behind, at least you don’t have to. There are still things you can be shown about your family. You didn’t exactly die too and get turned into a vampire and have to disappear, multiple times. I’m sorry, I’m a little bitter. 

Depends... is your last name Hayes, Blake? Was that Analese’s?

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blakewith-astake:

I said that outloud, didn’t I?

Hey… So I’m kinda on an apology tour right now and I don’t know if you remember, but I am sorry for threatening to kill you that one time. I was drunk, you were a vampire. It was a dark time.

Well, yes, I do. Nice of you to say, but if you had remembered, I did say I have a pretty good memory. I knew what you were going through, I told you vampires killed my parents.  I do forgive you... for now, that is. I am human for the time being, after all. But where does this leave us if I turn back?

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little-leila:

“That is…wow. Okay. Wow.”

“What’s... what’s wrong?”

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corey-andrews-ltd:

Yeah… Just the one girl, but I don’t think I should propose to pretend to propose to her just yet, even if the cake is delicious. I mainly meant the cake tasting but the two go hand in hand, apparently. Anyway… What do you make of all this? Today, I mean. I have a funny feeling but that might just be the pizza.

No, silly, you’re supposed to let her in on it. Gosh, you boys haven’t gained any more brain cells, have you? Just go with me! I’d die if I didn’t get cake today. I... make it out to be a miracle, one that will probably have repressions, so we should enjoy it while it lasts. 

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alex-andrews-ltd:

But… you’re ancient.

One, that’s super rude. Two, not today. Today I am nineteen years old. Which means I’m totally going to need a fake too. 

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alison-halliday:

It’s good to be prepared. Red’s a great choice. And, not to lie, I sort of wanted the green for myself. So, besides, the hunger, how is life going? And that sounded awkward. Sorry. I need to work on talking to actual adults.

It’s the most original choice I could go with. Life, is immaculate, incredible, and there’s an ending eventually. So not that bad. But, yes, as an adult, how are you?