Raegan Elizabeth Marshall. Eternally Twenty-three. Strip club owner. Hawaii --> Massachusetts. Twin Little sister to Lorelai Christina Marshall. "Tear the stars out from the sky; darkness falls, I come alive."
If there was one day of the year that Reagan felt absolutely spoiled, it was the twins’ birthday. It was the one day when she could be absolutely entitled to whatever she wanted and not be judged for it – filling her ego quickly. When her sister asked if she had gotten any good gifts, Reagan just shrugged. “Some were okay – most of it was money. Apparently when you turn sixteen, that’s all people want to give you anymore.”
Lorelai was fond of celebrating her birthday with her family and closest friends. However, it seemed as if each year, things were getting a lot more boring and less exciting, or at least that’s what she thought. When she and Raegan were younger, they were spoiled rotten with gifts and attention galore. Now that they were getting older, people seemed to run out of ideas to surprise the twins. “Tell me about it. I feel like we’ve robbed everyone of gift ideas to surprise us with… all except for new cars, which I know mom and dad won’t get those,” Lorelai frowned. “But hey, at least all of our friends and family came to celebrate with us. That’s one less thing to be upset with.”
The older that the twins got, the less exciting their birthdays became. That was something that Raegan was learning far too quickly these days. Though their parents had thrown them a Sweet 16 party, it wasn’t as amazing and remarkable as the ones you saw on the show. “Yeah, I guess that’s a plus.” The blonde admitted with a sigh as she looked around at the party guests. “It would have been a lot worse if no one showed up, huh?”
If there was one day of the year that Raegan felt absolutely spoiled, it was the twins’ birthday. It was the one day when she could be absolutely entitled to whatever she wanted and not be judged for it -- filling her ego quickly. When her sister asked if she had gotten any good gifts, Raegan just shrugged. “Some were okay -- most of it was money. Apparently when you turn sixteen, that’s all people want to give you anymore.”
“Jadeyn – princess if you don’t wake up you’re going to miss your own party.” Brian Marshall called out to his now sixteen year old daughter as she slept soundly in her over sized bed. “Hmm?” The blonde teenager hummed as she rolled over, rubbing her eyes as she looked up at her father. “Are people here already?” The half-brit muttered softly as she sat up. When her father gave her a nod of confirmation, Jadeyn smiled warmly. “I’ll be right down, Daddy.” She promised before walking over to her closet and pulling down the outfit she had bought specifically for today. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her salt water spray and pumped up her traditional beach-curled hair and slipped on some shoes before practically hopping down the stairs and into the backyard where she and her sister’s party would be held. By the time Lori came out, Jade was already sitting in her chair. The blonde smiled over at her brunette twin sweetly when she sat down next to her. “Hiya!” She greeted energetically. “Nothing. Just soaking up the attention! Care to join me?” She grinned.
Lorelai’s favorite day among others had to be her birthday. She loved gaining all the attention from her family and friends alike, but more importantly, it was a day where she and Jadeyn could share the attention and be equally happy together. Before she came downstairs, Lori had put on her traditional birthday dress which consisted of purple flowers along a red background and put a makeshift white flower in her long and wavy hair to match the tradition of her birthday. As she walked outside, she was greeted by her family and the older colleagues that had commented on how she was getting older. Lori blushed knowing she was about to receive this compliment all night long. However, she couldn’t do it without Jadeyn. She skipped over to her twin sister and smiled. “I had a couple of moments of my own, but I think we should soak up attention together,” she said to her sister as the two went on to see more familiar faces.
Jadeyn always loved that in being a twin she could share things with her sister, but their birthday had to be her absolute favorite thing that she shared with Lorelai. It was the one day that the twins could act extremely spoiled and entitled and not be judged for it. Just like her sister, Jade had already been complimented numerous time on how well she was growing up, and all she could do was smile and nod and thank them. Watching as her sister completed her seat next to her, Jade smiled warmly. “I would like nothing more than to sit here and soak up all of the attention with my favorite sister.” She hummed sweetly, looking at her older -- but not my much -- sister.
“Lorelai! Come downstairs, little petal! Your family is here for your birthday,” Nani Marshall called out to her daughter who had just woken up from a well-deserved birthday nap. “Huh? Oh! Okay, mom, coming,” Lori said as she sat up in her bed, her hair now a tangled mess. She looked in the mirror and quickly rushed over to fix it as she put it up in a ponytail. Her relatives and friends were arriving for her and Jadeyn’s birthday party, and since it was their 16th birthday, everything was done a lot more elaborately than usual. Once she was all dolled up for the party, Lori proceeded to head downstairs where she was greeted by her mother. “Where’s Jade?” she asked looking around for her sister. “She’s outside with everyone else,” Nani said directing the girl out into the backyard. Once the brunette had gotten outside, her eyes widened at how neatly organized the party was. She then spotted Jadeyn sitting on her honorary birthday chair, while Lori’s was vacant. Lori made her way to see her sister and then said, “Hey! Watcha doin?”
“Jadeyn -- princess if you don’t wake up you’re going to miss your own party.” Brian Marshall called out to his now sixteen year old daughter as she slept soundly in her over sized bed. “Hmm?” The blonde teenager hummed as she rolled over, rubbing her eyes as she looked up at her father. “Are people here already?” The half-brit muttered softly as she sat up. When her father gave her a nod of confirmation, Jadeyn smiled warmly. “I’ll be right down, Daddy.” She promised before walking over to her closet and pulling down the outfit she had bought specifically for today. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her salt water spray and pumped up her traditional beach-curled hair and slipped on some shoes before practically hopping down the stairs and into the backyard where she and her sister’s party would be held. By the time Lori came out, Jade was already sitting in her chair. The blonde smiled over at her brunette twin sweetly when she sat down next to her. “Hiya!” She greeted energetically. “Nothing. Just soaking up the attention! Care to join me?” She grinned.
The thing about sisters is they challenge you, they make you braver than you ever could be without them. Sisters stand by you when no one else does. They help you overcome things you never imagined you could and even when they’re gone, they’re always with you.
Looking at me, I’m sure most of you are asking yourselves -- ’who’s this vampire looking chick and where the fuck did she come from?’ -- right? Well; I’ll tell you.
Let’s start with the basics, shall we? My name is Raegan Elizabeth Marshall. I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii to Naniko Kahlua and Brian Marshall roughly 27 years ago. Now I know what you’re thinking -- my dad sounds pure white. He is; kinda. My mum was native Hawaiian and my daddy was born and raised in England.
So yeah; I’m half Hawaiian and half British. Anywho -- I was born at like 9:37 at night on the 5th of February; alongside my twin sister Lorelai. You know how they say there’s no friend quite as special as a sister? They’re right. Lori is the best friend I ever had. Well; she was -- but we’ll get to that one later, yeah?
My childhood was complicated; to say the least. My parents weren’t exactly the best parents on the face of the earth. They were always more concerned with running their stupid company than they were taking care of their daughters. Ever since I could remember, my sister and I took care of each other; doing all of the things that my parents should have done. So I guess it’s no surprise that my big sister quickly became my rock, huh?
Due to the fact that I didn’t have a strong family base, I quickly had to find things to occupy my mind when I was a kid. Whether it was playing dress up, or house, or board games, or cards -- whatever I could find to satisfy my attention span. It was either that; or I go crazy -- and nobody wants to see Reagan go crazy, trust me.
When I was seven, I started taking hula dance classes at the local studio--which my parents just so happened to own. The benefit to them owning the place? I got to take my classes for free! Looks like they did something right after all, huh? Hula quickly became my favorite pass time. If I wasn’t eating or sleeping, I was practicing my dancing. It was my life; until one day, Lori and I discovered a pole in our parents basement. We had no idea where it came from or what it was doing there -- what we did know, was that it was fun to play with. It started out as a pretend fireman’s pole that she and I would take turns climbing up a chair and sliding down, then it became a pole that she and I would race to see who could climb to the top faster on. To say that the random pole in our basement brought us a lot of entertainment would be an understatement. Though it wouldn’t be until later in my life that I would realize just how useful a stupid little pole could be.
Skip forward a few years; we’re fifteen. Things are going great for the both of us! We had a normal school routine back, we were making friends outside of just each other, and we were actually able to fully and completely care for ourselves without our workaholic parents around. Life was good; that is, until it all came crashing down.
Not even a year after our lives had finally fallen into place did Lori and I learn that all good things must come to an end eventually. It was a week after we turned sixteen and things seemed to be as normal as they had been for the last year -- until I woke up one morning to my sister and my parents screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. What about? I honestly don’t remember. All I know is that it had to have been something big, because the next morning, Lorelai was gone -- leaving only a handwritten note justifying why she had to leave and why she couldn’t take me with her laying on my pillow. It was in that moment that I realized that my entire life was about to come spiraling down; much faster than I anticipated.
The next few years are all kind of a blur really. I had gone so far into shut down mode that it was a miracle I was even able to function normally. Lori had left, and in that she had taken with her my only sister, my absolute best friend, and my caretaker. How I ever functioned without her around, I will never know. What I do know is that I blamed my parents; all day, every day. I blamed them for never being there for us. I blamed them for putting so much pressure on her to raise me. I blamed them for whatever fight they had and I blamed them for making me lose the one stable thing I had in my life. I blamed them, and I hated them -- and what does every teenager do when they hate their parents? They rebel.
So that’s exactly what I did. I started staying out til all hours of the night, going to places I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of, hanging out with people that I knew were nothing but a bad influence on me, dying my bright colors and inviting people over to my house after my parents had specifically told me that I wasn’t supposed to. That was when I discovered just how useful that basement pole could be. It was Friday night and I had invited over a few of my ‘bad influence’ friends and we were all just hanging out in the basement--blaring loud music and drinking ( which none of us were legally allowed to do yet ). I was drunk and I wanted to play on the pole; so I climbed up the pole and slid back down -- only this time, it wasn’t a normal slide. Somewhere between my horrible coordination and drunken stupidity, I had twirled down the pole instead of just slid down it -- and it was fun. The rest of that night, my friends and I took turns finding what fun ways we could twist and turn on the pole while the music continued to blare in the background. Little did I know that those twist, turns, and music would soon become my greatest passion.
Let’s skip forward a few years again, shall we? I’m 23 now and my sister has been gone for seven years. I still miss her, I still blame my parents, and I still rebel; it’s just all heightened now. It’s a Saturday night and I’m driving my drunk, obnoxious parents back from one of their stupid company parties -- in the pouring rain, might I add. All is well though; I’m completely ignoring their idiocy and keeping my eyes glued to the road, just praying for the second that I get home and can avoid them for the rest of eternity. It wasn’t until we hit the bridge over the river by our house that things got out of control. I was calmly driving down the road when my father decided to make some smart ass comment about Lori and I completely lost it. I turned my head to the man next to me and completely snapped; cursing him for bringing up my sister after all of these years and daring him to say another word about her and see what happened. Apparently, I had turned my eyes from the road for longer than I thought, because my rant at my father had quickly turned to my mother screaming and me darting my eyes back to the road only to find that there was a semi-truck coming at us head on. Panicking, I jerked the steering wheel trying to get out of the way of the truck, but the slick road the rain had made caused our car slide much further than I had wanted it to and we were quickly falling off the side of the bridge and landing in the water.
I don’t remember anything else about that night, so everything I’m about to tell you comes from an article I read in the paper about three days later. The headline read ‘Wealthiest Family in Hawaii Killed In Crash’ and the little caption underneath it? ‘Brian and Naniko Marshall and youngest daughter Reagan found lifeless in their car after a deadly crash lands them in the Kawaii River’. Apparently, both of my parents had been killed on impact when the car hit the water ( broken necks or something ) and I struggled to get my seat belt off for so long that I ended up drowning before I was able to break free. Fun shit, right? Yeah, no -- not exactly.
Now I know what you’re thinking; ‘if she died, how is she here right now?’ -- I asked myself the same thing for quite some time. You see, both my parents and I had been taken to the morgue that night and put in the cute metal drawers with little number tags stapled to our bodies, right? Well -- here’s where shit gets weird. About three days after being taken to the morgue, I woke up. How? I have no idea; but I did. I woke up ( which might seem like weird wording to you, but it makes perfect sense to me because it literally just felt like I was asleep the entire time ) and I freaked the fuck out. The last thing I remembered was the crash and now I was stuck in some tiny little crawl space practically suffocating.
After nearly an hour of struggling to find my way out of the claustrophobic death trap I was in, I finally found my way outside of the little metal drawer and into the light. That’s when I started to notice the things about me that had changed. Sure, I was still the same Reagan, but things were -- weird. For starters, I was pale. I mean sure, I had been pale before because of my British roots, but this time I was like pale pale -- like a fucking vampire pale ( but maybe that’s just because I’d been in a coma for three days and my body wasn’t nourished ). My skin was cold; we’re talking like ice cold ( but that could have just been because the room was cold and I was in a metal box ). I had this sudden urge of violence ( like I just wanted to bash people’s faces in, for no fucking reason ). But those weren’t the worst things about me, oh no. The freaky thing was when I cut myself on the edge of the metal table and within a minute, the open wound was completely gone and it was like nothing had ever happened. Now that was when I knew something was seriously wrong with me and I needed to figure out what it was; but I couldn’t do that in a town where everyone thought I was dead -- so I ran.
That’s when I found myself in Northcrest, Massachusetts under the alias of Elizabeth; Liz or Lizzie for short ( it made it a little easier to ‘start over’ ). How I ended up there is a complete mystery to me, but I did and so far, it seems to be an okay place. My first couple of weeks in this town were rough, don’t get me wrong. I was still struggling with accepting whatever the hell I was now; on top of trying to adjust to life in a new town, find a place to live and a job that will bring in enough money for me to make a new life for myself. After about a month of wandering aimlessly around town, I was finally able to land myself an adorable little apartment and a job at this cute little club called The Underground Villa. Now before you start making assumptions about this job I got, I’ll set it straight for you. Yes, I became a stripper. Let’s just say the pole in my parents basement ended up doing me some good after all. Besides, strippers make bank and I had nothing. I guess it kinda helped that I’m hot -- makes the job a lot easier. So with a new living space, new job and new outlook on both myself and my life; things finally started to fall into place for me -- one day at a time.
So here we are in present day and life is amazing. Not only have I become the head stripper here at the Villa, but due to some personal issues in the owner’s life, the entire club has been handed down to me, myself and I. Yup, you heard that right -- I am now the owner and head stripper of the highest grossing strip club in Massachusetts. After taking over the club, I cancelled my rental contract and moved into the little apartment above the club ( not wanting to be too far away from it, in case something ever went wrong ); now, instead of the club being my home away from home, it’s just my home. This place helped me rebuild my life -- and now it is my life -- and I would be completely lost without it.
So yeah; things are definitely looking up for me these days. I’ve got the greatest job on the planet, the best friends and honorary sisters a girl could ever ask for, an endless supply of alcohol and a brand new outlook on life. For once in my life, I’m happy -- and nothing and no one is ever going to take that from me. Ever. If anyone tries, I’ll kill ‘em -- and that’s a promise.
