MYSTERIES.

bea nelson. 25. fledgling vampire.

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clarkroschell‌:

          “—’Cause important things halfway through the night doesn’t sound like you’re trying to hide a fuckin’ body at all, huh.” Amusement was perched within the crook of a smirk that crept onto his lips, letting out a snort of near protest to her claims. It wasn’t often he was met with such brazen flippancy that matched his own. 

        Bea scoffed, “am I carrying a body bag? No? Case closed.” She wouldn’t carry it in the first place. Maybe drag, but it’d be thrown into a river before it could ever be put into a respective covering of any sort. “You sound like you’re directing this conversation away from you, should I be worried? Serial killer, thug, arsonist?”

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@jcmiex

        “What? Don’t look at me like that. A bleeding burger is as close as I can get to the real thing without killing someone.” Saying it out loud made it that much worse—- but that much easier to cope with. Bea prodded at the patty with the toothpick which came stabbed into it, bun, lettuce, tomato and all. Lively eyes crawled upwards to his profile, taking in every inch of his appearance. “Why do you look so gloomy? It’s a beautiful day outside; don’t ruin what’s left of my good mood.” Her hyperactive tendencies were worsened in this state. Dead but still so very alive, the raven haired woman sat forward in her side of the booth.

[nclsbea]

@remi--x

        “It’s lipstick.” She spoke curtly, turning away from the blonde who would not stop staring at her. A hand came up to shield her crimson lips from view, old and fresh blood alike, dripping and drying at the corners of her mouth with every passing second.

[nclsbea]

clark-r‌:

          Already substantially late into the evening, Clark was making his way home, streetlights pointing a path home. It seemed to be busier out on the streets than typical, especially given the fact that the murders a few weeks back had sent everyone running for the fucking hills. Still, the sidewalks were surely more crowded than he could remember, weaving in and out between the few throngs of people he could run into. Only one person had the misfortune to knock into him; someone with a great amount of force given their size. He scoffed in surprise at the bite in her tone, rolling his eyes at any speck of a challenge that bubbled in her voice, “No,” he deadpanned, “Been fuckin’ blind and deaf since I was born — clearly.” Clark offered a sarcastic smile, arms extended to shrug his shoulders in a childish bout. 

She couldn’t help but to come off as rude. It kept people away from her. Unsuspecting humans needed to keep their distance from the deranged fledgling vampire. This one, this—- man smelled like one of the most unappealing types. Still, it was enough to have her take a step back in fear of lunging at him and sinking her creepy, gangly looking fangs into him. “Clearly. Get a pair of glasses and a hearing aid, stop bumping into women on their way to do important things halfway through the night.” She swallowed thickly, sweeping back strands of hair in a haphazard manor.

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[nclsbea]

cxmillax:

                “I —-,” the vampire stuttered before pressing her lips together and looking at her newly found friend, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I think our ideas of fun are extremely different, Bea. I’m still —- I can’t be surrounded by people, you know this.”

“— yeah, no, you’re right.” Her perspective on the outing changed in less than a second, as if she suddenly remembered she was maybe even more unstable than the fellow vampire. “Think we could get someone to deliver blood bags in a pizza box?”

[nclsbea]

thecurseofwyatt:

Wyatt wasn’t one to get involved in other people’s lives, he mainly kept to himself living his eternal life day by day, being kind to most but never getting too close to anyone for any extended period of time. He’d once pictured himself something of a hero - running to the rescue, saving the day, doing what needed to be done to keep others safe, but since he’d become one of the creatures he’d once hunted, he found he could no longer in good conscious race to the aid of others when half the time it was he that was hurting them. He liked to think these days he had pretty good control over his natural vampire urges, it had been a long time since the blood lust had caused him to kill someone - but he remembered the signs of one about to lose control like ti was just yesterday. The dark haired girl was clearly a fledgling, new and inexperienced, suffering under the curse of an insatiable hunger. She leapt and he lunged, catching her arm and spinning her away from her would be victim and back into the shadows. ( “Whoa there - wouldn’t want to do something like that out in the open.” )

In an instant she was swept away from her prey, and quite literally the only thing she’d looked forward to in a long while. Being a vampire made her terrifying, to think she could take a life away so easily was jarring to her. “Who the hell are you?” She struggled to rip her arm from his grasp. The sheer strength and speed he possessed was more than enough to set her off. Bea was afraid of herself, and what she could do... now imagine a much older and experienced vampire, she’d be in hysterics in no time. “You don’t know what I want.” Or what she didn’t want, he couldn’t know how she was feeling or what she was fighting. That’s what she told herself anyway, about each and every person she came across lately. She didn’t want to kill anyone —- anything either, but the thirst was immense and overpowering. Even as she stood before the older vampire, her eyes remained dark. Control was far from her grasp.

[nclsbea]

vincepetrov:

“Are you— did you just call yourself a bee? Okay, firstly, I’m not dirty on the outside.” As for his interior? After two centuries of life it sort of became near impossible to come out on the other side without having seen some shit. “Secondly, why don’t you just go into the city and find yourself some homeless bums like the rest of our species. It’ll be very stereotypical vamp of you, waiting in the shadows and all that jazz.”

“What? No.” She scrutinized him after the words left his lips, and probably what was the dumbest question she’d been asked all day. “Mhm, tell that to someone who’ll believe you. Because I don’t want to go into the city, what makes you think I’d survive any longer there than I would here?” She couldn’t control herself even in the small town, when seeing more than a handful of people a day took some sort of effort on her part, let alone a bustling city with hundreds of thousands of people at every street corner. “Stop giving me bad ideas.”

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[nclsbea]

jea - wedding

WEDDING:

Who proposed? — ok why would Bea do it; Jamie duh

Who is the best man/men? — Benji?? 

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? — Camilla & Diana

Who did the most planning? — Bea, but she forced Jamie into some of it

Who stressed the most? — Bea

How fancy was the ceremony? — Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 her parents have money idk | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? — Edward, whatever bitch killed Bea, anyone Jamie has beef with

@jcmiex​

[bubbagumps]

they’re just boys. morsels. we have all the power.

[nclsbea]

@cxmillax

[nclsbea]

@clark-r

It would’ve been nice to get her newfound thirst under control, but every passing pedestrian was viewed as a blood bag. The warmth and taste of blood straight from the source was more appealing than anything to the newborn vampire at the moment, and it had been ever since she’d been turned into a creature of the night. Those same thoughts ran rampant through her mind as she literally ran into another, the speed at which she’d been walking far greater than what she initially thought. “Hey—- watch where you’re going much?” A certain bite was evident in her voice.

[nclsbea]

@thecurseofwyatt

Night was a blessing— and a curse, for more than one simple reason. It left Bea free, and able to do what she pleased for a change of pace. Rays of sun had become deadly the second she’d gotten her first taste of blood, she’d have no trouble saying it was one of the worst things about being what she was. She couldn’t even say the word, let alone keep it together around most living things— she was a complete mess when it came to all things vampire related. Again, she found herself having an internal battle as an unsuspecting human waltzed by in the chill evening air. It became external as well, too quickly as the veins rushed down from her now dark eyes. She all but leapt at the person; she saw them as nothing more than a meal in the blink of an eye.

[nclsbea]

cxmillax:

                 “Glad someone else understand the situation at hand,” the newborn stated with a small smile forming on her lips before looking over at her friend that was laying comfortably on the couch. “Whenever you’d like, love. Although we’d probably have to prepare for it by staying up a few nights in a row.”

“Bullshit,” the word flew from her lips haphazardly. “It doesn’t take that much effort, we just need to have a night out—- have some fun for once, then we’d be tired enough to sleep for days.”

[nclsbea]

lenoredauphine:

“No deal. I’m only trying to get a jump start on clean up,” she responded with a light shrug before pivoting to face the woman sitting nearby. “I do like having you here, same way I like every paying customer who comes in. Not trying to get rid of you at all, just a little reminder of when closing time is.”

“And what if I thought you were lying?” Resuming toying with the straw, she cast a wry glance at the other. “Don’t be so cavalier, it’s weird. Aren’t you supposed to act like you’re my friend? Y’know, for the tips and all?”

[nclsbea]

jcmiex:

                Losing his father was one thing —- upon hearing of Blaike’s death in the same accident was enough to make Jamie to go into the biggest spiral that anyone could witness with their two eyes, especially when he learned that it was the fucking carnival that he refused to go to because of his state in the time of the invite. A carnival that he always went to with his sister, spinning in the stupid strawberries and eating her cotton candy when she wasn’t looking, it was his pretty much his happiness and it was torn away from him so quickly, blame taking it’s place in his mind before anyone could even say how sorry they were for his loss. Then came Bea — someone that he was dedicated to knowing that he fucking killed and then it was his mother, everything just coming one after another and his mind still refusing to believe that he didn’t kill the possible love of his life because he wasn’t —- human. Snapping out of his sleeping state, groaning at the loud rapping on his door, hoping that it was just Savannah or Maddox that would give up within a few moments but the voice that came through the wood was enough to make the male jump from the couch and rip the door almost off it’s hinges, looking down at the eyes he thought he’d never see again. “———- Bea?” He asked quietly, his air knocked out of him. “You ——– you’re — you were dead.”

Bea wasn’t happy; she was a mess. The human— before becoming what she was now— had a real life. Filled with ups and downs, yes, but it was one that had a living, breathing future. She could move past the fights and breakups, the ever so often small moments of disappointment, but she’d been alive. Now she had a terrible, tenacious need for blood— it consumed her entirely. The thirst overtook her even as she stood on The Knight family’s doorstep. She fought it poorly, nails digging into her palms as she shook a step back. “I am dead, Jamie. I’m a fucking—-” She stopped short, though her voice hadn’t dropped from its volume. “So you saw me? And you just left?” Resuming, the memory of the night came back into her mind, because for once it had actually left her train of thought. It was a shock, considering how incredibly anxiety ridden she’d been since awakening to a new her. “You didn’t even bother to stick around?” She’d slammed a door in his face, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t pound on it until she opened it again. That’s what he should have done. It was only her bedroom door, after all. Even if he had been there when she died— she truly knew nothing of his whereabouts, he shouldn’t have left. “No call to 911? Nothing?” A harrowing feeling rose in her chest, one of pure frustration and hopelessness. 

[nclsbea]

vincepetrov:

“Not on somethin’ that can’t die anyways, girly. Quick Q: is that one of those attracting bees with honey things? You think the blood bags are just gonna waltz right up for the feed?”

“Only if I’m trying to attract more of myself. Isn’t that the whole opposites attract thing? Like, I need someone the complete opposite of me and that’ll be some magical experience. Someone tall—- and dirty... like you. Your blood would probably be good if you weren’t dead, too.”