* . ∙ • ✧ brooke talbot.

@ohsobrooke

I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins. I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend. twenty four | twenty six. newborn vampire. actress.

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Character information

Name: Brooke Talbot

Label: The Newborn

Age: 26 (24 when turned)

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Vampire

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Character Occupation: Formerly an actress, currently unemployed since the turn.

Neighbourhood of residence: Amythest Ridge

Affiliation: None as of yet.

Length of stay in Holloway: Arrived a few weeks ago.

Character summary:

They say that becoming a vampire is like being born again. You have to learn to control your strength, your speed, your senses. The Newborn is experiencing all of this for the first time. Having been turned just two years ago by a mysterious stranger that visited their workplace, the newborn has been left with the dark curse... also known as vampirism. Suddenly they cannot go out in the daylight, they cannot stand the touch of silver and of course they have to drink human blood to survive. The Newborn has been doing okay, but has killed when they've lost control.

They're very aware they need help and have come to Holloway after spending a few months in London. They've been told they can find elder vampires there, ones who are experienced in looking after and training Newborn vampires and right now the newborn will do anything for help.

OOC: V, 27, she/her.

"I do? Is that good or bad?" she half laughed, wondering what the girl saw when she looked at her. Piper was confident in herself now she had reached her later twenties but she still curious. "That sounds really cute. I would love that. There was a pretty sweet place at Yale. "Are you from Los Angeles?" she asked her.

"English and creative writing," she replied. "I'm head of English at the high school here." She let out another laugh when the girl did. "I mean, maybe that's what I'm hoping for. Maybe one day I'll just know it's them. Though I grew up in this town, so maybe not."

"I would say that its good." Brooke replied with a smile. "I'll have to take you one day." There was something about the other girl that she was clung to, and fearlessly wanted to be her friend. Perhaps she reminded her of someone from her old life, the one she was forced to leave behind. "I am. I lived in Hollywood while I was acting, as cliched as that sounds. It was really great though, colorful and sunny. But it's different here... this is so... Twilight."

Brooke nodded her head along as she listened. She was quite impressed, as she wasn't creative enough to save her life if it came to it. There was a reason she relied on scripts written by others to get her through her day job. "Wow, you work at a high school? Do you like torturing yourself or — ?" She teased, referring to the students and remembering how much of a shit she was in high school. "Yeah maybe. We should help each other out... be wingwomen or whatever." Although, Brooke wasn't looking for a date, but a way out of this vampire life.

#( convo. )#( piper. )

Declan jumped as she grabbed him, but instinctively put his arm in front of her. Perhaps it was because she was smaller then him... but then perhaps his instincts just took over in that situation. He crouched slowly. "This isn't a disney movie." he replied sarcastically. "Plus i'm literally a wolf... there are other things in these woods that bite." He bit his teeth together quickly to make her jump.

"Besides i told you... something is out here. I wasn't joking." He moved his head quickly, hearing something to their left. His smile faded and as did any joke he was making. Something was out there.

This time it was her turn to slap his arm down, however, she still kept her grip around him. "What are you doing!" She exclaimed, with a huff. "If this was a Disney movie, birds would be singing to us... we'd have crabs whispering in our ears telling us to make out. Don't worry, I am fully aware of that we are actually in a 1980's horror." Her eyes scanned the woods, then followed to the noise that came from their left.

"Right... are you going to check that out or am I going to have to?" She said with a shaky voice, but she silently prayed he would take the risk himself for some sort of hero complex. "If you get murdered, I promise I'll tell people you put up a good fight."

#( convo. )#( declan. )

Alex could hear his mom's voice in his head. Always trust your gut. Right now, this situation didn't feel right and he knew he had to get out of it. Though he knew he also had to try and keep himself calm. "Game of Thrones. HBO show. Book series. They're huge books. Period drama. Fantasy. Whatever you want to call it," he rambled on. "Hmmm, you could be a Sansa," he replied, trying to smile. Though he was struggling as his heart was racing. "I don't know. I just... I am really not sure what is happening right now." He raised a brow. "That is flattering and I do like how you look. But I do not need to be a stud."

"What's a Sansa?" Brooke questioned, sloping her head to the side. She supposed it didn't really matter what it is, or the relevance in held to their conversation. It was frustrating that she was so hungry, but she didn't have the heart to go straight for his jugular — the bit of humanity that was still being chipped away in her, was grasping for the surface. "Alex... please help me." She said, as some sort of final plea. "I need this. I need you."

#( convo. )#( alex. )

"I suppose I always try to see the best in people," he continued to ramble on, his head seemed to be going a little too fast. "Uh... to be spared. We're not in Game of Thrones," he half laughed, finding himself taking a small step back. Suddenly feeling nerves in stomach. Something in his gut was telling him to listen to his doubt. "I mean, is that a trick question? I like beautiful women, yes." She moved in and he jumped. "What the hell. I don't think I want to play this game. Are you mocking me?" he pushed back. "Seriously, mock the comic guy." His heart was racing, something in her voice, making his nervous.

"What's Game of Thrones?" Brooke asked, cocking her head. "Oh, that show with all those dragons? I don't think Holloway has any of them..." At least not that she had already seen, but she wasn't be surprised if one were to turn up. It seemed this town had everything, except Bigfoot. "But if this were Game of Thrones, I'd definitely win. Don't you think?" She teased, with a sneer. Her brows furrowed in confusion as he stepped away from her, and a slight frown appeared on her features — almost angry. "I don't know what you're talking about." Her tone was blunt. "Why would I mock you? I have no need to do that." Realizing that a bitterness would get her no way, she calmed her lips and turned them into a smile. "I just like the look of you. And you like me... so lets help each other out. You can tell people its a hickey... get yourself some sort of reputation as a stud."

#( convo. )#( alex. )

"Mmm i know what you were getting at." he replied in a grumpy tone. He didn't hide it around the vampire and he half tripped over a rock while he was hiding his amusement at her.

He nodded. "That makes sense." he replied sarcastically. "It's just... how things are. It's an old town, old towns come with stories and spirits and... things watching you." he shrugged his shoulders. "But this is different. Like i believe in spirits. Always have. But no one has actually ever gone missing before." he bend down, taking a rock and placing it in his pocket. Just in case.

Declan slapped the vampires hand, scolding her for his playfulness. "Stop your hand is freezing. Plus... thought you could take care of yourself in here."

Brooke tried to conceal the small laugh that emitted from her as she watched the werewolf almost trip over the rock. "Don't worry," she teased. "A lot of guys fall for me."

The vampire shrugged, as she started to follow him, never waning from his side. "I'm used to people watching me. This town's old, you're right. So you might not be aware of my status outside Holloway's dated culture... but spirits, paparazzi... to me, they're the same thing. They both watch, they both follow, they both... hurt. I'm assuming anyway." She doubted that the people that had gone missing weren't situated in some tearoom, sipping cups of whatever with these spirits.

"Hey!" She scowled, giving him a hard shove. "I can take care of myself. It's more you I'm worried about." Her rebuttal didn't have a lot of strength to it, as when she heard a rustle coming from nearby, she moved closer to him — practically grabbing his arm. "Are there animals in these woods?" She asked, wincing. "If so, it's cute woodland creatures, right? Not animals like..." She paused, her eyes turning to him. "... you. Without the human form."

#( convo. )#( declan. )

"like the joy out of things?" Declan offered, a sarcastic smile shot back at the vampire. He didn't know if he had ever met somebody so frustrating and he wasn't even sure he knew her name yet.

"Yeah, we've learnt how to hunt down our enemies over the years." His tone was slightly threatening but easily dismissible with his casual nature. "Spirits exist. Have you spent any time in Holloway? The creaks on floorboards, the eyes watching you when you're in the woods... or maybe just hearing a sound behind you in the darkness. Those are the spirits of this town." He said everything so seriously. But he quickly realised he couldn't dissuade the vampire from going. He trudged on, his feet leaving behind heavy footprints in the mud, and he glanced back occasionally. He knew sooner or later, they would hear something that would change them forever.

"That wasn't what I was getting at, but thank you." Brooke rolled her eyes, wondering again what it would be like to taste a wolf's blood. Her emotions flitted between scorn and a mischief that became her trademark — he was infuriating, but whether it was because of his species or the fact that he was, what some would say, a worthy opponent in her games, she wasn't sure.

"I've literally only just got here." A few weeks, give or take. However, his description of the unusual things that were to be expected in her stay at Holloway made a knot in stomach. "What do you mean, eyes watching you? That's creepy." Being an actress, she was used to being observed in a manner that perhaps she'd rather not, but at least the paparazzi weren't some twisted spirit with a potential vengeance. "These spirits can back off and mind their own business," she shuddered, before she began to follow him.

Shaking any uncomfortable thoughts about these spirits from her mind, she jumped to his side with a hearty grin. "Do you want to hold hands?" She teased, derisively. Although, it didn't stop her from playfully reaching for his.

#( convo. )#( declan. )

"Rude." Kerem didn't look like a vampire-as far as he knew. He remembered seeing the old Fright Night in theatres with his brother when it came out. Real vampires didn't have that many teeth or look that demonic. They looked relatively human. His memories of the one who turned him may have been faint, but the suspicion came from a stranger in civilian clothes rather than seeing a monster. He crossed arms over his chest. Compared to her, he was probably an elder. But there was bound to be someone, many someones, older than him in town who had been doing this for far longer. "I'm Kerem. I work here and I bet I'm not that much older than you." Maybe thirty or so, if she'd just been changed. Kerem dragged a hand over his face. "What, you gonna kill someone?"

Brooke rolled her eyes, which had basically become her trademarked behavior. Especially since she'd arrived in this town. She'd found that either people were uselessly helpful or downright arrogant. All she'd wanted was to find a vampire — one single one that could teach her the ways, or at least give her another option as to how to control this hunger festering inside of her.

"Hi Kerem," she said, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "Are you a vampire?" Her question repeated, as she stood there with a prickly stance. "I'm twenty —" She'd forgotten since her turn to count the days, but she came to the conclusion that it had been two years of being a vampire. " — six." With her folded arms still pressed against her chest, she walked further into the store, viewing the displays of different and strong smelling items. "Maybe," she offered, bluntly. "And not just because I'm hungry."

#( convo. )#( kerem. )

"A while," Piper repeated, nodding slowly. Her gut was telling her to be on guard but she held her composure. Instead continuing to smile at the girl. "I've never been much of an ice coffee girl. I do quite like sweet tea though," she found herself rambling.

Her eyes flicked up, her witch instincts really were on edge. "Hmm, I mean, I left a while. For college, escaped my family a bit," she laughed a little. "I guess, yeah. I suppose I am still looking for my life partner. I don't know who yet." She paused. "Is that person in this town?"

"You seem like a sweet tea kind of girl. Back in Los Angeles, there was this cute little tea shop that had all these amazing flavors, and they did the thing with the flowers — it was incredible." For a moment, Brooke forgot that she wasn't back home, gossiping with her friends. However, as the hunger that had been brewing inside of her began to resurface, she was reminded that — as Dorothy once quoted, we're not in Kansas anymore.

"What did you do at college?" She said, with a sudden intrigue. It helped to distract her from the pent up emotions within her, and in all honestly, she thought that woman was tolerable enough to not want to rip her throat out. A snort came from her at the question, and the redhead shrugged. "I hope so, but you know what they say. If you don't search for them, they eventually come to you — so I'm guessing I should give up the game, and just wait and see." She sighed. "That goes for you too, I suppose."

#( convo. )#( piper. )

Alex's dark eyes flicked up, biting his lip gently. "Maybe I do. Depends. Sometimes first impressions aren't real," he said, though there was a playfulness to his tone. "I mean, I'm pretty glad I don't smell bad." He gave an amused laugh, watching her as she moved closer. "Of course I do. You're a beautiful woman."

"Yeah, I can agree with that. However, it's always good to leave a satisfactory one," she replied, with a grin. "One day I'm going to run this town, and luckily you've made a good enough impression to be spared." There was no explanation given as to what she meant by spared, but Brooke had plans for Holloway. Something she was sure she'd achieve if she received the right footing. "I know I'm beautiful... and you want a beautiful woman all over you right?" Her steps ceased as she practically closed the space between them, while her head arched over his neck. "I won't kill you," she breathed, as her hunger became harder to control. "I promise... I just want a taste."

#( convo. )#( alex. )

One thing James had learned while growing up at the center of unwanted Coven attention was to pick up on the smallest changes in people's demeanor, anything that could help him read emotions. As a child this trait had helped him weather more storms than just one and even now he tried his best to red the vampire's tone, tilting his head slightly to the side as he listened to her.

"I am sorry to hear that, Brooke. If you want to I can keep my eyes open for you. It has been years since I lived in this town, but I do still have a few valuable connections." His sister being leader of one of the witch covens would come in handy for this. A sad smile graced his features as he heard her question. Leaning down to reach for his dog James took a heartbeat to ponder upon his reply. "I am not going to stay for long but something came up with my family, town politics and such. I sadly could no longer stay away." And with his father being gone his main reason for avoiding Holloway had disappeared. But he was not going to say that to her of all people. "It is a death in the family kind of situation."

If anything, Brooke was tired. It had been just over two years since the turn and it felt never ending — the blood lust, the pain, the realization that she'd be a vampire forever. She'd always worried about losing her youthfulness in front of the camera, and in some odd way, it felt like she'd been granted an opportunity after her attack that night. If she could take the immortality without the insatiable desire for blood, she would... any day.

"Please. If you wouldn't mind, its driving me crazy, James." She'd always been fond of him — holding a soft spot ever since he'd pointed her in the direction of some actual guidance. There was no manual on how to cope with what she'd been going through. "Oh, a death?" Her lips pressed together and she gave him an empathetic look. "I'm sorry, that must be awful. Are you alright?"

#( convo. )#( james. )

"I don't know what sick games you're into, bloodsucker." he popped his lips. Despite his soft nature, he had quite a temper when his wolf side began to take over. Something about the presence of the vampire, perhaps it was her own personal nature. Or perhaps it was the magic that surrounded the vampire herself. But it brought out that natural wolf instinct in him. The instinct to protect his pack above all else.

Declan tried his best not to look over at the trees, truth be told he was frightened and he knew to listen to that voice inside of him. "That's exactly the problem. There is no trace of them.. believe it or not my kind are fairly good at hunting." He shook his head. "Spirits." He replied simply. "They're warning us of something..." he moved closer to the vampire, for some reason attempting to stop her. "I think that would be a mistake. You don't know the woods like i do, you can't go alone."

"Oh believe me, I suck more than just blood." Brooke retorted, with the same smirk that held the rest of her features hostage. However, again, her nose fought back and wrinkled as she remembered it was a lousy werewolf she'd be conferring with and not some producer on a set in Hollywood. A lousy werewolf that would not play along with her games.

"Wolfs are good at hunting? Wow, I never would have guessed." This side of the supernatural was still a new phenomenon to Brooke, and her only experience had been with the vampire that had bit her on the dreaded night that she'd rather forget — but was reminded of every second of the day. "Spirits," she repeated, skeptically. "What spirits? Do they even exist or are you just trying to scare me?" However, it seemed her answer was confirmed as the wolf moved closer to her, causing a quirk in her brow. "Aw, you care about me." She teased, before sliding her arm through his and gripping it tightly. "If you wanted to go for a romantic stroll in the woods — all you had to do was ask." There was a small giggle, accompanied with her mocking tone. "Seriously though, lets go. You can lead the way, as you're such a master of these woods."

#( convo. )#( declan. )

"You are dead. Facts. You either want to try. And trust me, once you gain control of the blood. You can have an exciting life. I have travelled, I have seen so much. The world with heightened senses is a beautiful place," he told her, eyes looking at the girl. He glared, an unhuman look in his eyes. "Don't take that tone with me. I am your elder, young one." He moved in front of her, gripping her wrists with both hands. "You will wait or I will ensure you do not see the outside world until you can be trusted. Do you hear me, child?" he continued to keep his eyes on her, his voice holding authority and a trace of anger coming through. "You talk to me like that and you won't be in Holloway long enough to do so," Fran warned.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's beautiful looking out onto several corpses that you've drained and taken from existence with a single bite." Brooke spoke, as though she were recounting a memory and if she were honest, she had been. There had been many times since her turn that she'd not been able to control herself, and a simple snack turned into a massacre. Death became anesthetized and her only worry about meeting the Reaper was that of her own demise.

"My elder?" She sneered, although that word — elder. That was who she'd been told to find upon arrival, maybe she shouldn't have been such an impertinent figure. However, that wasn't in Brooke's nature to be... respectful, especially after the change. Feeling brave, and perhaps a little bit stupid, she laughed as he took hold of her. "Maybe I just wanted to kiss you," she teased with a smirk. Although, she was certain that they both fully knew well that her teeth were aiming for his neck. With his 'warnings', her mockery halted and her face scrunched up in a fit of frustration. "Do you hear me, elder?" She practically growled. "What are you going to do? Lock me in your little basement until you've trained me like some kind of mutt." It all came down to her insatiable need to feed. "I'm hungry," she echoed from earlier, through gritted teeth. "I just want a bite." The irony was not lost on her with that sentence, but her eyes scanned around the restaurant, looking for her potential meal — whether or not, this elder would let her devour them.

#( convo. )#( fran. )

The wolf glared at the vampire, there was little love lost between he two species and he wasn't about to get caught up in whatever game she was deciding she wanted to play. "i'd rather keep my hands to myself, i've heard your kind can bite. Dead or alive." He joked back. "I told you what i know... shadows. Out by the old cabins. A few wolves headed out there last week." He paused, he shouldn't be saying this to a stranger but he had started now. "No one came back. And don't get me wrong people get lost in these parts all the time.... but not these guys. They grew up in these woods, know them even better then i do." He took out a cigarette. "No... something is hunting in those woods. Not a wolf. Not a vampire... something different."

It was no secret that Brooke didn't handle rejection competently, stemming from a tarnished love to even the little things — like refusing to participate in her amusement. Her smile faltered, and became something akin to pique. "You're going to regret that offer," she declared. "If you must know, we do bite... but you have nothing to worry about. Why would I ever want to go near someone who smells like a wet dog?" Her brow arched, followed by a hmph sound. However, her rhetorical question seemed invalid, due to the close proximity that she'd positioned herself in next to him.

As he spoke about the woods, her gaze still continued to scour the trees. "What?" She had to admit, this monster in the woods became intriguing to her — coupled with the humanly fear. Albeit, the monster she'd become wanted to know more. "Did anyone go looking for them? Maybe they're still out there... I mean you haven't found bodies." There was a pause, as she chewed her bottom lip. "What do you think it is?" Shaking away the weakness that was her terror of a shadow, an idea began to brim in her head with some undead courage. "Lets go find it. I want to see it in the flesh."

#( convo. )#( declan. )

"Now if you mean me, you're going to make me blush," Alex laughed. "We've just met." He gave a shy look, biting his lip just slightly. He definitely enjoyed flirting with girls and his confidence had grown so much in recent years. "Show you?" he gave another laugh, knowing he looked slightly flustered. "Taste?" he repeated. "Forward."

She didn't, but he didn't need to be any wiser to that. "Are you telling me that you don't believe in a good first impression? Because you've definitely left one on me..." Brooke feigned a giggle, as she led him into a darkened passageway. It was too perfect of a setting to pass up the opportunity to get close to him. "You just smell so good," she breathed, halting in the darkness and edging toward him. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

#( convo. )#( alex. )

"What?" He blinked at her in careful confusion. She must be new if she was stupid enough to be so straight forward. Holloway seemed safe, for now, but he'd seen what could happen if the tide turned. Kerem frowned, half ready to shut the door in her face. Kick her out for being crazy or one of those 'fanatics' who believed in things they shouldn't. But there was no heartbeat. She may not have been telling the truth, but she was like him. He sputtered in the doorway, uneasy and unsure of how one was supposed to proceed when something like this happened. Did he lie? Or test her to see if she already knew the answer? "Does it look like a-a vampire could fit between the shelves?" His tone was aghast, sarcastic. "Why in the world would you be looking for one-or need help from them?" That was ridiculous, dangerous even for another vampire.

Brooke didn't appreciate his sarcastic nature and was in two minds on whether she should turn on her heel and leave. Instead, her mouth twists into something that's halfway between a grin and a grimace at his question. "No, but it looks like one's standing in the doorway." She had no real proof of that, apart from mere rumors that had circulated around the various hotspots of Holloway. It was difficult for her senses to focus, with the overwhelming aromas.

"Because I'm afraid this town won't survive me, if I don't find them." Brooke paused, furrowing her brow in concentration as she tried to remember just who she was looking for. "An elder..." she eventually said. "I need to find an elder vampire. So lets cut the bullshit... who are you?"

#( convo. )#( kerem. )#bahahah

"Never was," Piper repeated so quietly, noting the use of past tense. "I'm assuming it's been a while since you've had it?" she found herself asking instead. Though her witch instincts were bubbling, she could sense something, she was trying her best not to let it show. To be calm.

"Nice to meet you, Brooke. Welcome to Holloway," she nodded, glancing around the almost empty room before looking back at her with a smile. "I do, born and raised. What has brought you here?"

Brooke nodded. "It's... yeah, been awhile." How could she explain that her need for caffeine had been replaced by something thicker and sweeter? She couldn't. Not just to anyone, and by the fact that this woman didn't smell like a rotting corpse — she was not a fellow vampire. "I prefer my drinks to be a little more icy now."

The newborn smiled, although she were careful to not give away her fangs. "Thank you. I'm sure I'll love it here." Love being a strong word for her situation. "I'm looking for someone... I just don't know who it is yet. Does that make sense?" Probably not.

#( convo. )#( piper. )#so sorry I lost this!

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