Robin

If you need me I'll be in my coffin

[robin-thevamp]

Do you have any interest in having an exclusive blood donor?

Now why would I do that when I can sample a different lover each night? I now have to live forever so I might as well not limit myself by settling down.

[robin-thevamp]

Do you remember anything of your human life?

I don't. What would it matter now anyways? It's not like I can ever go back to that life anyways. Not with what I've seen an done.

Besides I can't even remember all of last night there's no hope for me remembering something so long ago. Instead of asking questions you should join me and dance you'll feel much better.

[robin-thevamp]

What are your plans now?

Fuck, drink, and party. Maybe ruin Cass's day for some fun too, who knows? The night is young.

[robin-thevamp]

Seems like you have more in common with your Sire's biological offspring than you realize, seeing as neither of you gives a shit about honoring Henry Halestorm's legacy by serving the High Council.

And why should I care? Tradition? I was turned into what most people would consider a monster and then pretty much abandoned. Not his intention sure but it's what happened. I'd rather serve the patrons at Plasma. At least people there are usually in a good mood. Cass being the exception of course, but that may just be his face.

[robin-thevamp]

casshasfangs​:

“I told you, he fucked around with the wards! I can’t get in!” He leaned back petulantly, then turned to look at his donor, dancing up on a podium. He scowled. Sexy asshole.

Cass rolled his eyes, “Where else am I meant to go at 2am? And pfft- you hate sports as much as I do.” The most fan-like thing the pseudo siblings had done was invite an entire team of Eton college lacrosse players to their mansion for a go around, but the boys had their memories wiped soon after, so it hardly counted.

What he really wanted on dumb days like this, was to lounge around with Shosh, feeling grapes to each other and watching shitty bootlegs of West End musicals. His insides squeezed. “Can I get a beer?” He asked Robin, giving in.

“Still don’t get why you can’t unfuck the wards then you have magic too.” Robin barely understood vampire culture ad skills. It was a learning experience every day and quite honestly Robin just couldn’t always bring herself to care unless it was actually cool.

Robin laughed, “I do, but I love the money they bring in. The winners drink to celebrate and the losers drink to commiserate. Everybody else comes in to drink and rub elbows with the athletes. Plus I love to look at the jocks. Maybe have a little taste too.” Sol often had a crowd around her but she was pretty good at dealing with them so Robin didn’t have to step in. 

“Yes you can dear brother of mine.” Robin grabbed him an interesting blueberry beer they had gotten on tap recently. “Try this one, get drunk, then go dance with a hottie.”

[robin-thevamp]

casshasfangs​:

“I’ll have the house keys back.” Cass said, hand out flat, looking bored. It was a weak attempt, honestly. In a truly betraying move, Derek had worked with a wix friend to lock him out of the mansion at night by magical means.

In a way, it was good. It forced him to function properly. Sleep when the sun was up, go out at night.

But Cass resented it, as he did most things.

“Come on. I’ve been here every fucking day this week, and I hate quidditch, please don’t make me sit through a party for it.”

“They’re my house keys get your own pair. Besides don’t you have that magic stuff can’t you get in the house with that?” She knew he didn’t always mean it but sometimes Cass was a lot to deal with for her. He was going through a rough time with his dad and then being thrust into fame so young. At least Robin could hide in the shadows of her club.

“It’s not like I’m holding you hostage or anything you are free to go anytime you want. Though do you have to be such a stereotype of being a dork so you hate sports?”

[robin-thevamp]

Post Quidditch

“I don’t care who wins. Happy people drink and sad people drink so it’s a good time all around for the club. So what are you having I’ll make it.”

[robin-thevamp]

So I hid screw-ups from my father Made up school awards to please my mom Whatever made the steak taste better Whatever kept the waters calm

I was told to keep their secrets And in turn, they'd keep mine As I got older, I got dumber I couldn't help but cross the line

Three times I nearly wrecked my life Three times I nearly came to ruin Three times went crying to my parents Who said they'd make it go away Yes, this is all we had to say

"We never rented a house in Sedona We didn't see Camille the day she died We haven't been on our boat In some years now So we don't care what you found inside"

And it's our word Yes, our word It's our word Yes, our word Against theirs

Somebody was paid To make it go away Everyone was paid To make the problems go away

Doesn't matter who gets screwed Or who is blamed Do what you need to do To clear your name An inconvenient truth Can be easily erased

When I was 26 I was living in New York I developed some fun habits Put my white blood cells to work

I remember it so clearly I was home alone on a Tuesday night To level out, I'd popped some downers But couldn't seem to get my mind right

I drew a bath and slipped into it And suddenly became aware I couldn't keep my head above water I took a final gasp of air

And as I laid there helplessly A million different thoughts came to me I saw my parents hearing the news "Your only daughter drowned today" I thought about what they might say

"Our daughter, Judith? No, she moved to Austin She's very happy there, or so we hear She's always been so goddamned independent The years go by, and now we barely see her’’

"Our daughter, Judith? You must be mistaken You mean the girl we raised as if our own? We loved her so much, she felt like our child But eventually we had to send her home"

It'd be their word Only their word It'd be their word Only their word On its own

[robin-thevamp]

3 things you'd want to change about your life.

I would like to be able to know about my past. I've accepted the vampire part of me so I wouldn't change that now. Come back in 100 years and maybe I'll have changed my mind. I want Cassius to be happy; he always seems so sad. I want Cass to stop being a little emo bitch. I would like to make the world safer for beings.

[robin-thevamp]

casshasfangs​:

“I’m not emo, Robin, I’m clinically fucking depressed.” He said back, scathing, before sitting back and folding his arms irritably through his sire sister’s entire lecture. That was usually the best way to get through them- sit and ignore them. He didn’t even pretend to listen, sipping away at his Diet Coke, fiddling with his rings.

“Is the aim of this to get me in a good mood? You keep talking about how mopey I am, then hang shit on me. I’m just wondering what your fucking goal is. Aside from ruining my life.” The paper of his burger rustled as he unwrapped it, pulling a face when Robin called him literal garbage. What was her deal? He had to eat. He was half human. Cass rolled his eyes, “Shosh wasn’t my girlfriend, she was my donor. Maybe you should change her. You’d have someone else to bother then.”

Derek came downstairs, then, an oblivious smile on his face. He came to sit next to Cass, rubbing his hands together and diving into some fries, “Oh, hey,” He smiled to Robin, then offered her the packet, “I’m Derek. You must be Robin. Sick to meet you.” He raised his hand for a high five.

“Don’t eat him,” Cass warned Robin, sipping his drink again, “Don’t eat him, don’t fuck him, don’t anything. Off limits, okay?”

“Yeah I get it. I’ve read about it but the chemicals in your head don’t excuse you for everything. You can be sad but you don’t have to make everyone else sad too.” Robin had tried to learn more about his depression but she was pretty sure he wouldn’t be very receptive of her telling him to get a therapist. She didn’t know how to handle it but she knew that pushing his friends away wasn’t helping him.

“I’m not here to put you in a good mood that’s what your friends are supposed to be for. You’re just too dumb to realize that you have something good with your band before screwing it up.” Robin felt a weird feeling that she needed to help Cass and she hated it. He was stubborn and annoying and was mean to her from the get-go. Yes he had been mourning his dad but she had been mourning her life and being thrust into being a vampire without anybody to guide or help her. At least he had memories of his dad while she had no memories at all. “She sure seemed like your girlfriend. Plus theres the whole sex with donors thing. Can’t tell me that it doesn’t happen to you too.” That had been quite the shock to Robin when it first happened but now she was used to it and enjoyed it. “At least she would be a better vampire. Also news flash I don’t annoy everyone. Just you. You’ve hated me from the moment you’ve met me and haven’t made any attempt to even get to know me but lucky for you you’re stuck with me. Other people think I’m lovely.” She had made friends since beginning her new life, even more since opening the club and she wanted to try to make the best of it. “You three need to just stop being so in your feelings and hug and make up.”

Robin chuckled and high fived him back. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m older than you or at least I think so.” She figured she was probably in her mid 20s but she wasn’t quite sure. “Derek you said? You should come to Plasma sometime. It’s in the Den of Magic. Could even moonlight as one of the gogo dancers. I think you’d make some great tips.” Robin said with a smirk as she checked him out.

[robin-thevamp]

casshasfangs​:​

Upon smelling Robin the second his feet touched the ground outside his home, Cass was about to turn to Derek and ask him if they could leave, but the meatloaf was already trudging up to the door. He scowled, stalking after him, clutching their McDonalds under his arm. Cass removed his jacket, sending it flying upstairs to the closet. “Nice to see you too, Robin!” He grumbled in response, slumping his head over to look at her with an eye roll, “I’m not getting back together with Shosh and Rhett just because you have buyer’s remorse for your dumb project.”

Derek had already started carrying his bags upstairs. Cass moved over to the sitting room where Robin was perched, flopping in the lounge opposite her. “Besides. Who buys a club anyway? You don’t even own your own house.” He opened his McDonalds, grabbing a burger and taking a bite, “And it’s them who needs to apologise,” He spoke with his mouth full, “Not me.”

“God you’re so fucking emo and I’m the full vampire here.” Robin rolled her eyes at his sarcastic greeting. “You should get back together with them so you can make a smart choice for once dumbass. Friends like that don’t come around all the time but if you want to just fuck up your life it saves me the trouble of having to do it myself. Maybe I should tell your little friends what you think about my ‘dumb’ project that’s all about a safe and fun place for beings. Maybe you don’t care because you’ve never seemed all too happy as a half vampire anyways you mopey little twerp. Just cause you like to make your life miserable doesn’t mean everyone else has to be too.” The comment about her club had hit a bit of a nerve. She had been feeling really good about working towards something that could actually help the community. Sure everyone thought of her as the party girl always blood drunk but she figured she had a whole lifetime of immortality ahead of her and she might as well do some good with it. Do something to help people feel like they belong even if she couldn’t give herself that. Even if Cass couldn’t see that.

“A bitch who got a big inheritance does. At least I do something with the money instead of being an emo little whiney bitch who seems to just fuck up your own friendships. Honestly your vibe is exhausting.” Robin mimicked gagging when Cass started eating the burger. “Guess you are what you eat, fucking garbage. If you think you’re the only one that doesn’t need to apologize you’re delusional. If anything you should apologize for being so lame. Plus bringing around that hot stream of blood. Doubt your little girlfriend likes that you replaced her. Maybe I should just turn her. She seems like she would appreciate being a vampire more than you.”

[robin-thevamp]

Call out || Cass & Robin

“Finally you’re home you have some explaining to do.” Robin put down her glass to look at Cass. “I heard through the grapevine you had some kind of nasty fight with your friends. What the fuck is up with you?” Robin then noticed the eye candy with him and smirked for a moment before going back to sternly staring at Cass. “I make a damn stage at the club just in time for your little band to blow up and not in a good way. You guys need to get your shit together and just say sorry.” She saw how they were together and she didn’t want them to lose that because of what was probably a stupid argument.

@casshasfangs​

[wixcollective]

An amnesiac spitfire vampire with a mean streak. 

Name: Robin Birth: Unknown (age assumed mid-twenties) Nationality: British (Assumed) Species: Vampire Gender: Cis female Pronouns: She/her Disciplines: Vampiric abilities Faceclaim: Deborah Ann Woll

Currently

Residence: Back Room at Caro, Under Street, Manchester, England Occupation: Bartender at Caro Affiliations: Connections: Henry William Halestorm (vampire sire), Cassius Halestorm (biological son of her sire)

BLOG || WIKI

[robin-thevamp]

[robin-thevamp]

casshasfangs​:

“Don’t know if you remember, Robin,” He said her name like acid, “But my Dad just fucking died, like, a month before the end of school. I’m allowed to be fucking depressed!”

Cass glowered up at her from where he sat, and then laid back down, folding his arms. “I don’t need a haircut. Sonder cut it before the funeral.” Besides, his hair was cool. Robin wouldn’t know cool if it bit her on the arse. Cass picked up his wand from beside him and pointed it at the stereo, then twisted his hand to turn up the volume before laying back, staring at the roof and pointedly ignoring her. 

“Yeah and I can’t imagine he would want his punk ass kid moping around forever. I get that we’re vampires and whatever but you can’t hide away in a dark room forever.” 

“Yeah he’s not exactly a hairdresser...” He did a pretty good job but Robin knew that Cass was starting to get traction in his band and looking good was pretty important. She rolled her eyes when he raised the volume so she went to go turn it off but accidentally crushed it. “Shit. Still not used to the whole vampire strength thing I guess. Either way now you need to get out of here so you can get a new one.”

[casshasfangs]

Cass was feeling crummy, which really wasn’t a new phenomenon for him. But it was still shitty to go through. Shosh had moved out to live with her friends, and Cass was left alone in his music room, lying on the floor and listening to a playlist he’d made years ago- right now was Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes. 

He had his hands on his chest, his toes tapping along to the beat. Cass zoned out, as he usually did when he listened to music. It was better that, than lie down and handle the blank emptiness that echoed through the Dracula Mansion. Even though Henry Halestorm had never been particularly loud, his presence had always been there. Without him around, without their maid, the home was just… Empty.

Even Robin was meant to be at work. Her presence was a colossal pain in his ass, but he had to admit that having her around was… Nice. The song switched: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day. Cass hummed along, pulling out his phone to scroll through the numerous texts he’d forgotten to reply to. He was just typing one out to Sonder when he heard Robin walk up the stairs. 

“Fuck off,” Cass warned, his voice not raising over the music. She’d hear him no matter how loud it was. “Aren’t you meant to be at work?” And then- she had the audacity to open the door to his music room! Cass glowered, sitting up and chucking a pillow at her. It fell pathetically at her feet. “I said fuck off! Vlad, have you ever heard of knocking?!”

@robin-thevamp 

[robin-thevamp]

Robin did feel bad for the kid who seemed to be going through a really rough time. She didn’t know if she ever had a younger sibling but she certainly had begun to feel like an older sibling to the dweeb. Now he was blasting sad songs which was honestly getting on her nerves and she was over it. “Aren’t you meant to be living your life like a goddamn rock star or some shit? Get dressed we’re going out and you are leaving this depression cave.” Robin had actually cut back her hours almost entirely at work. She didn’t need the money anymore so she just kept 1 night a week because she liked to be there.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on in your life but you need to get your act together. We’ve gonna get you some hot as hell clothes, do something with that ridiculous hair, and goddamn it we’re gonna have a good night.”

[thoughtkick]

I really don’t care about what anyone thinks of me. I am who I am, I do what I want & I don’t live to please you.

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