unbittenhq:
location: graveyard.
open starter
the abandoned church is rumored where vampires used to hide out from those who were hunting them - however, valencia found solace in the fact that there used to be vampires other than her at all that would even be around queens lace. since she had turned, there had been next to zero interactions with other supernatural creatures. it would have worried her if she didn’t feel somewhat safe, even with the mystery that is the missing teens from the high school. all she knows is it wasn’t her, and she was going to stay in the shadows until the police find out who it actually is. lenci didn’t stay at the church long, looking at the place in ruins for a few moments before speeding off to the graveyard instead. it was dark, the only time she could be out and about without it burning her.
lenci liked when people would go visit their loved ones. she liked watching as people would bring gifts to those who had passed, and she loved seeing the future generations getting together with their family for what could be the last time. she did that even before she died, but now - it seems morbid that she won’t have a tomb stone until she decides to fake her death a few years down the line.
wrapping an arm around a tree branch, she props herself up to rest her back against the trunk, waiting for someone to come along.
Though not much time had passed truly since Merritt’s last visit home, guilt still followed her like a cloud. She made a promise, silently to whoever or whatever was listening, to that woman herself, that she’d visit her grandmother’s grave this time. It would make her mother happy as well. She didn’t know how long she’d be staying, a little stuck about the future made retreating to the past feel comfortable. It was dark now, but she knew the plot well. The only thing unsettling was the darkness, the dampness from the dirt mixed with Virginia heat, and that she knew she was disobeying some rule set in place. Merritt had promised herself that she wouldn’t be one of those girls who lived in New York a few years and acted like everything changed her. She was not hard and never had been, and she felt no more than a prolonged visitor when she was in the city. Yet, a little confidence came in her stride. She did take a few notes, one being to always walk confidently. And from her acquaintances, she knew to at least keep some protection sigil on her. It was hidden, God forbid worst came to worst - she’d rather find some supernatural thing rather than start a live production of The Crucible with her family and friends.
Then she was there, disregarding her new sneakers and kneeling at the side of the grave. She wanted a silent moment, but now silence felt eerie, and unfamiliar. “Hello,” her voice soft, whispered. “I didn’t bring anything today, I can get you lilacs next week I think.” Flowers were frivolous and expensive, that’s what her grandmother would have said. “Or a sweet tea.” That would please the woman.
Merritt’s ability to sense a presence started when she was younger and would be the last one to leave the old library. She could always tell when it was down to just a librarian or janitor. She could always tell when they weren’t there, but never let herself consider it could be something else. That had changed in the last few years, but hey...it got her through a horror course for her MFA. But she wasn’t necessarily thinking about the degree her mom framed on the wall of their living room. Merritt stood up, unlocked her phone and hesitated. Don’t turn on the phone light, she thought - just get on the phone with mom or dad, or someone. And soon.
