Nathaniel Lawrence

"Nathaniel Lawrence is the name though most simply refer to me as Mr. Lawrence. Twenty nine years old and two hundred and twenty years young. This sweet, stupid little town will serve my purposes quite nicely..."

[nathaniel-larwrence]

elenore-mendoza​:

“She knew.” Elenore pulled her legs up against her chest as she looked at Nathaniel. “I made sure she knew exactly what she was getting into. No offence, but you didn’t prepare me for this.” She hoped that he didn’t get upset. He didn’t prepare her for the pain and the thirst.

“Preparing you for this was never the bargain,” he said plainly, “being your babysitter wasn’t in the deal either and yet I’ve done more of it than I intended.” He smirked at her, “Oh dear...is this you trying to prove you’re a better vampire parent than I am?”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

necrcmancr​:

“Yes, it did, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” she replied, starting to grow annoyed with him but knowing that she wasn’t stupid enough to show her annoyance. He had to be much older than her, he could easily kill her if need be. “I can buy my own cake, I don’t need someone who I don’t even know try to prove a point they won’t prove”

“Listen darling,I’ve taken enough trips around the sun in this form to know how things work,” he said, “I don’t need to prove anything but if you’re insistent on facing this disappointment alone, far be it from me to stop you, you aren’t my responsibility.” 

[nathaniel-larwrence]

necrcmancr​:

“It’s my birthday as a human,” she said, “I’d be turning 19, I want to celebrate it because I can and it makes me feel like nothing in the past few weeks have happened,” she explained with a sigh. “I’ve accepted what I am but it doesn’t mean I have to give up what being human meant to me”

“And your humanity meant cake?” he said, unwilling to let it go. “Tell me, what do you think is going to happen if you get yourself invested in the idea of celebrating your birthday with cake and it isn’t what you remember? Resentment most likely. That acceptance of yours won’t last.” And you’ll end up becoming a problem for me and for your sire. 

“I’ll buy you one. A cake. Right now, whichever you want,” he said to her, “we’ll rip that bandaid off and then I’ll take you to chase it with something,” he paused, “rather, someone much better.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

elenore-mendoza​:

“I’ll see what I can find out.” Elenore bit her lip. She didn’t want to ruin Franklin’s chances at being mayor, but she also wasn’t sure that he really deserved it. “I found her with her chest ripped to shreds.” A deep breath helped calm her from the memory before she continued. “She begged for help.”

-

He nodded in appreciation. In truth, he would be glad to have his business with Nora Mendoza wrapped up sooner rather than later, he found her to be a liability usually. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he might like her better without their arrangement.

“It was un-life or death...and she knew what that meant, your help?” he said, “she was at least as aware as you were?”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

necrcmancr​:

“Or I could just eat cake and pretend and be happy in my mind,” she argued back in a calm voice, smile on her face. She wasn’t going to be rude of vicious but she was going to make her point known and not waver. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re just the epitome of sunshine? Because you are definitely brightening up my day” she sarcastically replied. “Please, it’s my birthday tomorrow and I just want to enjoy it”

-

“You can try and do whatever you like,” he said, “but it will be disappointing if you try to make something happen that just won’t, besides, cake was good, I remember that well enough. Blood, however? Cake can’t compare.”

He turned to her, “why celebrate your first birthday as a vampire the way you would as a human?”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

elenore-mendoza​:

“I don’t plan on it.” Elenore sat in the chair across from him whenever he gestured to the seat. She didn’t want to argue, and he wasn’t screaming at her. “Blackmail?” She thought for a moment about things she had heard whenever she was at the Marsh house during the flood. “I heard him mention his ex-husband.” She tapped on the chair. “I’m sure most people want to know why that ended. He alluded to it being his fault.”

“That’s a promising start,” he said, “flesh that out a bit and...well, we’ll call it done.” He fell silent a moment, collecting his thoughts. 

“I heard you went and turned someone. Tell me about that.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

necrcmancr​:

“I know,” she sighed, not needing a complete stranger to rain on her parade but hey, what could you expect. Turning to look at him, she felt a sense to be respectful, even though she normally was, but this was like she was bound to be. But she’d look calm and stoic, not showing her confusion and even slight worry. “I can taste slight things,” she admitted, “so maybe if I get a strong tasting cake?”

-

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he smirked, “no, I’m afraid that won’t work,” he said, “what might work better, is drinking the blood of someone who’d eaten a lot of cake that day...” he trailed off, “of course, there is also fae blood, though I imagine your sire has warned you about that.”

He looked back at the window, “as time passes you’ll crave human comforts less and less, the more human blood you drink, the faster I find that transition sticks.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

necrcmancr​:

She was excited to celebrate her first birthday not only as a vampire but in this new town. Humming, she looked at the different desserts that were displayed outside a bakery, unable to help but let her human side get hungry over it. “God they look good,” she groaned, “I need about 10 of those right now,” she laughed softly, wondering when the last time she was genuinely this happy was.

-

He had no intention of speaking to the progeny of his progeny but Cresthjill was a small town and a run in was inevitable. The girl seemed...happy, which was unexpected to say the least, Nora seemed so tortured by her existence. Peculiar. There seemed to be a pattern, his own sire despised being a vampire, Nathaniel was fine with it, Nora didn’t seem to like it and this Calla...seemed alright. 

“They won’t taste right,” he told her, approaching her. “You’d have better luck with the people who make them.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

elenore-mendoza​:

Nora had asked Nathaniel to talk. As much as she hated him, he was still her sire. She needed to talk to him, needed advice. Would he let her be free? She doubted it. It wasn’t like she was the downfall of the Windham house. No one really had been, and she quite liked Brooke, especially as her matriarch. 

“We do. Promise you’re not planning on killing me?”

-

“I didn’t plan on it. Don’t give me a reason to kill you and I won’t do it,” he said plainly. He gestured for her to take a seat across from him. 

He fell quiet again, collecting his thoughts. 

“Since our original bargain didn’t pan out, we’ll make an amendment to it. You will be unambiguously free of me if you can provide me with some sort of blackmail against my current political rival.” Nathaniel let his words hang in the air a moment, “it need not be something big, just something I can use. You’re living there now, so that will be easy.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

It was raining, again, there was the faint, distant crackling sound of thunder, beyond the window the world was grey and shimmery, almost like static on a TV screen. There was a dampness in the air he could smell, even within his home and a presence, familiar and missed. Nathaniel had been kept busy for the most part, the flood had provided a wealth of opportunities to show leadership in the town, which was good for the campaign. What the flood didn’t provide were many opportunities to spend time with or think about a certain redhead and yet he’d managed to find a way to pine.

It still pissed him off, that he was so obsessed with her. Nathaniel had plenty of theories about why he was so fixated but they all circled back to the simplest answer, one he refused to put to words. 

There was a knock at the door, he got up from his seat by the front window and opened it. “Well this is a surprise,” he said, “what brings you out in this dreary weather?”

@vampiirc​

[nathaniel-larwrence]

It had been quite some time since he’d last spoken to his progeny, bad parenting on his part but he never really looked at their arrangement that way. As with all things, the arrangement was an exchange, which had grown complicated of late. There was no longer the intense hostility between the Marshes and the Windhams to foster and exploit, at least, not safely. The little deal that he’d struck with Nora for her freedom was practically impossible now, especially with Brooke in power. 

As the sun set, he sat on his porch and waited for the short brunette to arrive, rocking back and forth slowly in the chair. While he waited, he had a lot to think about, how to amend her deal and the fact she had a baby vampire of her own. The thought elicited an eyeroll, he doubted it was a very good idea for her to be in charge of a new vampire

He watched her come up the drive, once she’d reached him on the porch, he gestured for her to sit in the swinging seat across from him. “We have a lot to talk about,” he said, his voice still, calm like the surface of a frozen pond. 

@elenore-mendoza​

[nathaniel-larwrence]

Small update.

Nathaniel spent the majority his time during the flood spending money to help fix the problem and uncovering infrastructure issues that allowed the flooding to get as bad as it did. He hired water talented sorcerers to help push back some of the flooding in secret, as well as witches to place spells on buildings to help protect against future water damage. He had no moving, axis shifting moments in all of this. 

[nathaniel-larwrence]

vyrnalackerman​:

Her interest had been well and truly piqued. “Control myself?” Vyrnal asked, having not heard many downsides as to Fae blood from the vampires she’d spoken to about it in the past - but that was only one side of the tale. “Do you? Control yourself, I mean?”

“I do,” he said, “it comes with practice. I’ve heard that a strong will and love can do the trick but I’ve never been one to bank on fanciful notions.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

vampiirc​:

“Nobody’s made me wait before like you have,” she replied, her lips curving into a slick smile. Sometimes she didn’t mind, it was all a game to her, but there were times when she wished he would just live in the moment – even as a vampire. “Oh, right.. you’re running for mayor.” Brooke had heard about the candidates, especially who he’d been running against. “Do you think you have a shot?”

“It isn’t about winning or loosing,” he said, “it’s about making an impression, planting the seeds in the people’s mind.” Namely, the idea that Cresthill could be better for the supernaturals among them than it had been. “It’s about,” he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her in close, “inspiring the people.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

vyrnalackerman​:

Vyrnal was taken aback slightly, but she appreciated his candor. There was something about the thought of hunting for fae blood that didn’t sit very well with her - but then neither did her regular act of hunting. She avoided it as much as she possibly could. “Do you know many? Fae, willing to part with their blood, I mean?”

“I could give you some numbers,” he said, “most part with it for a price..which is fair given the risks. Either way, I wouldn’t recomend trying unless you’re fairly confident you can control yourself.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

searching-phillip​:

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As the other approached, Phillip looked up and offered a polite smile to the other. He had recognized his face from a few campaign posters littered around town. A mayoral candidate knew his name and was interested in talking to him? Curious. The young man gestured to the seat across from him. “A pleasure, Mr. Lawrence. If you wish to discuss business, please, take a seat.” The topic genuinely piqued the heir apparent’s interest, though he had a hunch it may not be what he thought it was. Perhaps he just needed another sponsor or donor.

“You’re involved in real estate, yes?” he said, “I would like to know if you’ve had any undo challenges doing business in Cresthill and if there is something the mayor’s office can do to fix that. Alternatively, if your experience has been a good one, I’d like your insight on what exactly should remain the same,”he paused and smiled, “should I take office of course. Regardless of the outcome I intend to continue advocating for progress in this town.”

[nathaniel-larwrence]

searching-phillip​:

With a laptop sitting in front of him, Phillip’s fingers flew over the keyboard as he typed into a sizable document. He kept the specific file under lock and key, just in case someone managed to sneak his computer away from him. The chances of that happening were slim to none, but he wanted to be extra cautious. This was his own detailed record of everything he had uncovered on the town. While he couldn’t think of many incidents he personally experienced, the library had been full of newspaper articles detailing strange occurrences. His findings kept this small town interesting.

As someone sat down next to him, he quickly saved and shut the laptop, replacing it back in his bag. It looked suspicious, of course; why wouldn’t it? In truth, it felt suspicious, though there was nothing inherently wrong about trying to solve a mystery. At least he had a believable cover story.

Nathaniel had no use for coffee but he was the sort of man people would expect to see drinking it and so, to maintain appearances, he did. He was at the caffe with a purpose, to speak to Phillip Seung. In his bid to become mayor, he wanted to touch base with all business owners but real estate in particular was of interest to him. 

“You’re name is Phillip Seung, correct?” he said, “My name is Nathaniel Lawrence, I was hoping you might have some time to discuss the future of Cresthill.”