Pirate with fangs

Ronan Callaghan Vampire Turned by Margaret Blackwell Pirate 700 Years Young

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Ghosts of the past || Lachlan and Ronan

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Lachlan had never agreed that immortality was a gift. Not in his 70 years of life, but then, he was 10 percent of Ronan’s age so what did he know? There was a lot that Lachlan had hated about his life and the so called gift he had been given but perhaps the pirate had a point. Had he truly died that night in the fire, he would not have been reunited with Bryden. He didn’t, however, offer up an agreement nor a disagreement. He simply tilted his head in acknowledgement of the comment and left it at that. “I haven’t honestly decided if I’m staying or not,” he said honestly. He wasn’t about to say he was staying if he wasn’t. There was one thing and one thing only that would make him truly stay. “I’ve been here since the Ball and I’m just… Not sold on the idea, but I am here for the near future so I’m getting to know the area.” 

It was something he did whenever he hit a new town. Scope it out. Make sure he was the only vampire in the area and find a good place to lay low and feed when he needed. In this town, though, laying low was proving to be impossible. He managed to get on a few radars and run into a few people from his past. It was jarring, to say the least. 

His gaze drifted for a second from Ronan to a spot over his shoulder where he could see the boat a bit better as the night sky drew darker. Of all the ships in all the world, Ronan’s wasn’t one he’d ever imagined he would see again. It stirred in him ghosts of memories he’d let himself bury. His skin prickled with the phantom touches but he shook it off. “I would like to catch up,” he said honestly. A part of him meant in both ways because he had enjoyed his time with the older vampire, but that wasn’t what Lachlan was looking for now. “Unfortunately,” he said truly meaning it, “It can’t be like old times.” He knew he and Bryden weren’t actually anything more than acquaintances right now and perhaps he could have taken Ronon up on the offer but he found a larger part of him didn’t want to. Not when his true love still lived. Bryden was more important. 

“You’re staying with the Blackwells, though?” That was news he was trying really hard not to let shock him, but it did and he probably heard it in Lach’s voice. He didn’t know most of the Blackwells. They might not all be bad… “I’ve never met Margret. How many did you say there were?” He knew one Blackwell and he truly hated him. 

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Ronan takes note of the fact that there isn’t any kind of agreement expressed, but it’s nothing he addresses. He knows there are plenty who see this immortality thing far more as a curse than a blessing. In the Irishman’s eyes, however, there are no cons in it for him. All pros. It’s perfect for a guy who even as a kid wanted more than just some mundane life, and he damn sure takes advantage of all that being a vampire gives him.

A brow only lifts just so to learn that Lachlan was at the ball. He would have thought he’d have noticed, but then it was quite a busy night for him, being at Margaret’s side most of the night and then of course the tragic end. But he understands the uncertainty of whether he’s staying or going. They’re both of the same type, travelers, but then this town has a certain charm, especially for Ronan who fought in the war to lead to its establishment.

The pirate gets a pleased smile as the other voices wanting to catch up, but the unfortunately has his head tilting in curiosity. A small laugh escapes him. “It can’t, huh? What... You have faithful promises to another?” He pulls his hand back and raises it in a mock surrender. “I didn’t realize you were spoken for, but I suppose that’s your choice. Myself, I can’t imagine staying with just one partner for the rest of eternity. How dreadfully boring.” 

However, as much of a drag as it is that their catching up is limited, he lets it go, for there’s plenty more to do with company than intimacy. “For now I am, until what happened at the ball settles down. She doesn’t want to take any chances that I could be targeted on the ship. I was just here to ensure my boys are good for the night.” He smiles as the other asks about the Blackwells, not having met Margaret. “She’s a wonderful woman. I don’t know how many there are exactly but I know of her two brothers. You’ll probably come across them sooner or later, Love.”

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Ghosts of the past || Lachlan and Ronan

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Lachlan had frozen in his tracks, struck suddenly dumb by the vision of the ship in front of him, but it was nothing compared to actually seeing the man standing on deck. Lachlan’s focus was entirely on the ship’s captain and his second. Seeing the both of them, he almost smiled. Some things didn’t change, even in the fifty or so years since he’d seen the Pirate. He probably had the exact same crew he’d had when Lach met him. 

He watched, far off both in mind and in actual distance as Ronan noticed him. Lachlan wasn’t sure if his noticing was a good thing or not. It had been a long time since they’d last seen each other. They’d parted easily. One going one way the other going the other way, but it had been a parting none the less and neither of them had kept in contact, not that Lachlan was likely to do that, anyway. He wasn’t very good at maintaining friendships. He wasn’t very good at making them either. He supposed he could count Ronan as a friend, though there was certainly a bit more history to it. Friends was a good description to give the masses. 

As Ronan reached him, Lachlan couldn’t help but actually smile. He had spent a decent amount of time with the guy, goes different directions had been easy, but also strangely lonely and he’d taken a few days to get used to not having Ronan… and his crew around. “You know,” he let out a small chuckle, “I’m starting to think the same thing,” he told Ronan honestly. So far he’d run into his dead lover, his sire and now Ronan. “You’re not looking so bad yourself.” There was no denying that. Ronan was gorgeous. 

It was part of what made him so easy to like. Lachlan had been a bit taken, looks wise with the older vampire, though his charm and personality had worn him down and convinced him to actually like the guy. “This is possibly the last place I would have expected to run into you, though. Are you just passing through?” That was what he would expect from Ronan anyway. He, like Lach didn’t often stay in one place for long, though they took different routes to get away from places. 

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Seeing Lachlan is hardly a bad thing. They both knew it was time to part ways when they did, and there was no bad blood in that parting. Though much like the blonde vampire, Ronan too had to get used to not having the other around, as more often than not they shared his bed. But with his crew, he was hardly lonely. It just wasn’t quite the same without him there.

“We’re both still here so it must not be too bad.” He smirks at the returned compliment with something of a nod as to imply that he’s very aware of his appearance. “This immortality thing is a true gift, yes?” Or at least that’s how the Irishman sees it. He’s not so sure about the other vampire, if he sees his turning as a good thing or bad, but Ronan has embraced it from the first moment.

“I can’t say I was expecting you to be here either. In this whole big world of so many places to be, with both of us enjoying to travel, I was curious if we would even cross paths again.” Tearing his eyes off Lachlan, he glances around, shaking his head. “For now, it looks like this is where my sails are stopping, but it’s not exactly a random stop. The one who turned me, she lives here with her brothers. And I’ve decided to take time off of the seas to spend some time here with her.”

As he stands there with Lachlan, his gaze on the other is more and more shameless, looking him over as though recalling what it was like to have him so close. “I gather you’re only passing through yourself? Or has this charming town gotten a hold of you?”, he teases lightly. “Whatever it is you’re doing here, we should make plans to have a night like old times. You’re already familiar with my ship, unless this time you wish to bring me into your territory.” It’s only a suggestion but laid out on the table rather strongly for them to revisit their time together while traveling on the ship. “Anyway, I’ve been staying with my Sire. I don’t know if you were here for the festivities of the Masquerade ball but ever since, she’s not wanted to chance me staying on the ship, and I’ve had no argument. Perhaps you’ve heard of her and her family in your time here? The Blackwells. Margaret is my Sire.”

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who would you kill without hesitation?

Anyone who dares to threaten Margaret’s well being. I’m well aware she can’t die, but that’s beside the point. She doesn’t get disrespected. An honorable mention would be anyone fool enough to tamper with my ship.

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Ghosts of the past || Lachlan and Ronan

The night was just beginning but already Lachlan was finding it hard to deal with. He’d been struggling to understand Bryden again. When they were younger, they’d known everything about each other. He’d been the only one that could help put the anger back and level him out. Bryden’s anger never used to bother Lachlan, but he was finding that it was now. Maybe it was because of how long they’d been apart or perhaps it was because he was remembering the man completely wrong, but either way, it wasn’t an easy thing to deal with. 

So he wasn’t. 

Instead, Lachlan had decided he would take a walk. Purgatory had been considered, but he hadn’t been all that hungry at the time he’d walked past so he’d kept going. Eventually, he found himself down by the Harbor. He knew the Inn was close by but his room didn’t overlook the water, which was unfortunate. Water had always been a calming element to him. Something that could douse a flame should a need ever arise again. He saw it as a safety net of some sort.  He was often attracted to the water, preferring to stay in the coastal states when he was exploring. The harbor of Hollow grove was no different. 

His heavy booted steps clunked on the wooden ramps as he walked, hands stuffed into his pockets. His hair fell into his eyes as he walked, head downcast and counting the beams he stepped on. Clearing his head was not something that was as easy for him to do when it involved Bryden. That fool… Lachlan wanted to kick him for being the same old asshole that he always was. He should have expected it, but he’d forgotten. They’d weathered plenty of storms, though, so he wasn’t worried about this particular mess. He just needed to remember what Bry’s buttons were, both good and bad. 

Sighing, Lachlan reached up to push the hair out of his face to allow him to take the sight of the Harbor in in all its beauty. His eyes scanned the docks, freezing instantly on one in particular. He closed his eyes willing the ship to not be there when he opened then again, but no such luck. It was like this place was a magnet for his past. 

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Ever since the happenings at the ball, Ronan has been staying with Maggie for his own increased safety. He could have argued that the ship isn’t at all so easy to break into, but truthfully, he didn’t argue whatsoever. It gives her a peace of mind for him to be there with her, as well as himself, and in turn, he’s shown the same concern for his crew. Each one of them he turned, and they’ve been with him for damn near all those 700 years. It’s what has him there on the ship, talking to his right hand crew mate about safety precautions.

From below deck, they walk out to the top deck. He strolls along beside the other vampire, glancing out to the water under the darkening skies. “I doubt anyone will mess with you or this ship, but then nobody thought a vampire would be attacked here in the first place. So just... stay alert. Don’t ignore even the smallest sound. As always I’ll be back in the morning to...”

As his eyes sweep along the harbor, he sees the blonde who apparently has already spotted his ship. Oh Ronan recognizes him right off. How could he not? They spent weeks together traveling on this very ship. A hand comes up, patting his crew mate on the arm. “I’m sure you have this under control.” It wouldn’t be the first night he’s not going to be on the ship anyway. The crew mate recognizes the vampire on the harbor as well, which is why there are no questions.

Ronan steps off the ship, his boots heavy along the wood of the harbor, as he gets closer to the vampire he hasn’t seen in quite some time. Blue eyes don’t just linger on him, they’re locked and he comes to a slow stop there just in front of him. “If everyone I’ve ever come across in my ways of travel appears in this town, I may be in trouble.” His gaze takes in the sight of the other, more of a smile coming about. “Still looking good, Love.”

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the one that got away || marli + ronan

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It should have surprised no one that Marli chose to spend many of her nights off-duty sitting on the other side of the bar. After all, she had a lot to forget. But it helped that most of the faces she’d seen here were fresh. Getting to know a new group of varied supernaturals in this sort of ceasefire context could only help her move on from everything that had sought to break her spirit. Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. If she had to look at a vampire and smile, or at least not growl, it was easier when it was likely going to be one she didn’t know.

She could smell them in the bar now–as it was, the scent of vampire tended to run a faint, but constant current under all the wolf traffic that frequented the Hair. While she tended the counter, she was always on the lookout, but for the most part, she only focused on faces she’d become familiar with. She tuned out that scent, because what was the point in zeroing in when nothing would come of it? Sometimes, not knowing made it easier when it came to her nascent attempts to coexist peacefully among predators. But now, sitting in a corner booth, she realized the scent was getting stronger. Drawing nearer. And it smelled too familiar.

Her heart leaped into her throat and she swallowed it down with her scotch, closing her eyes to focus on the burn. This was her place of employment–she had to keep it together for so many reasons, the Johnnie Walker wouldn’t even let her tabulate them all. She just needed to look up and figure out what she was dealing with. Her eyes fluttered open again, first lighting sadly on her spent double shot, then sliding up to the source of the boots clicking their way toward her darkened corner.

Jesus, fuck, it’s Ronan.

Her mouth hung agape for a moment when she realized he’d recognized her, then she huffed a breathless little laugh. “Fancy seeing you here,” she gave a half-hearted wave and chewed her lip as she frowned down at her glass once more. Should’ve taken the bottle.

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Normally Purgatory is where Ronan frequents his nights, but for some reason, this in particular night has him opting for change. He’s heard decent things about Hair of the Dog, and well, in a time where things are potentially stressed between vampires and wolves, he figures it might be a good gesture to show that he as a vampire doesn’t hold it against the wolves as a whole. And well, maybe it’s also his way to show them all he’s not worried either. 

Walking in, the vampire can see why people like the place, and instead of going right for the bar, he decides to take a look about. It’s a bit more laid back than the nightclub, and while Ronan enjoys a place where there’s plenty happening, he too enjoys a night of just taking it easy with a few drinks. 

As he makes his way to the back, there’s a certain scent he damn well knows he’s taken in before and it makes his steps slow down a little. His interest is piqued and his brow raises, curiosity leading him further back until the sight matches the scent. Ah yes. Such a tantalizing match. “Viviane.” He lets the name slip off his tongue with a hint of a French accent, his already piercing blue eyes getting a gleam in them as he remembers her and their night together quite well. The way she moved as she danced for him, and how they continued in the brothel after. She’d known just how to get him so worked up to the point that he didn’t even fight her when she was tying him to the bed. God he was so beyond turned on, he didn’t know how he reeled himself back in when they were interrupted and didn’t finish.

The Irishman smoothly sits down across from her in the booth without a second thought and flags the waitress over. “I’ll have what she’s having.” And his eyes then return to the wolf, unknowing to the fact that she was nearly his killer. “I didn’t think I’d ever be seeing you again.” How he wishes they could have finished. “Still one hell of a sight though.”

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Beer & Blood || Axel & Ronan (Flashback)

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Fifty years ago, not a soul in Hollow Grove would’ve recognised the man who sat at the bar. He had a pretty blonde woman in his lap, one who was laughing but there was fear in her eyes, nervous by the tight grip he kept around her waist, nervous as well for the twenty-five thugs that comfortably occupied the bar all on their own. The barman served them without question, knowing if he were to cross them or call the cops, his establishment would be wrecked… Or worse. So he behaved and served up beers to the thugs who kept returning to the bar, yelling and jeering at each other. They’d already made a mess of the place, with smashed glass and alcohol all over the floor, peanuts tossed aside and a few chairs and stools had been destroyed. But none of them cared as they nattered amongst themselves.

His hair was slicked back, beard thick along his jaw and even with such blue eyes they seemed to roar with flame. He adjusted in his seat, swirling the glass of scotch idly in his hand, seemingly ignoring the blonde but keeping her firmly against him as he sat there. They’d been riding for a couple days and here seemed like the nice, quiet and quaint little place where they loved to stop by to make things a little more exciting for the locals. No one had dared come to the bar, not a soul who had peered in through the windows and seen who was in there. Not all of his gang were even supernatural, there were wolves and a couple of vampires, but otherwise they were all human. Despite that, they still weren’t to be underestimated.

They’d been in there a good few hours now and were easily clearing through the place of its booze and its comforts. It was getting to a point where Axel knew they’d need to move on to the next place, because here there’d soon be nothing left. He suddenly pushed the girl off of his lap, who squealed and stumbled right into the thug who sat beside him who snatched her up. Axel made use of this to pull his tobacco out of his pocket and start rolling himself a cigarette, just as the bell of the door rang.

One of the other wolves rose up, blocking the entranceway into the bar properly, “We’re closed,” He growled at the stranger. Axel didn’t even look up, knowing his boys could handle it as he ran his tongue over the paper to seal up the cigarette.

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The vampire had already been intoxicated while lounging in his ship with Ophelia at his side. They hadn’t been docked for too long, and while he would have rather stayed lying there with her, he was far too aware that he was out of liquor. The idea was that he’d track down a place where he could stock up once again, but in a town he didn’t know so well, he wasn’t sure how long it would take. While he could navigate the waters like a pro, it was land that got him lost when he wasn’t familiar with it.

A kiss and a promise that he’ll be back sends Ronan on his search, a stumble to his step here and there. He’s lost track of how long he’s been walking but sees in the distance that he’s lucky enough to be heading in the direction of a bar. Perfect. He can have a few drinks and buy off some bottles to bring back to the ship.

Reaching the bar, he’s met with a rude welcome, or rather, an attempt to be kept out. The wolf who steps up to block him is not unlike a mighty Sequoia and Ronan eyes him up. “I can smell  the alcohol flowing from here. I’m not leaving.” Gambling on the fact that he probably has a few centuries on the gargantuan, the vampire gives a good shove to the wolf, giving him plenty of room to step in. He glares at the lot of them, albeit drunkenly, and starts to settle at the bar. They could all be assured that he’s only there for a spell, but in Ronan’s ornery, liquored up mind, he doesn’t have to explain himself to them.

“Bourbon on the rocks,” he says to the bartender, who only looks like a deer caught in the headlights and looking to Axel for the okay. The Irishman notices it and he snaps loudly, shaking his head. “Don’t look at him. I ordered and I will be paying.” He reaches into his long jacket’s pocket and then drops a handful of gold coins on the bar counter, clear that the pirate has yet to really move on in the times. “I’ll be taking a few bottles with me too when I’m done with my drink. So...” He gestures with his hand to the bartender. “,,, let’s get to making my drink, mate.”

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Convinced || Maggie & Ronan

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She could clearly see the urgency in his eyes, and his demeanor and next thing she knew he was already inside giving her enough time to close the door behind once he’s inside. Arms are crossed now and before she could speak to ask what was going on, he had instantly spoken up, his words causing her brows to furrow and then it hit her. The drama that took place during the ball. It was beginning to make sense but she still didn’t have a bloody name and that is what was annoying her. Lucky for her, she had set Noah out on a mission – on the down low of course to find out what he can whatever means necessary. The scar he showed her made her want to believe the truth but it didn’t change the fact that she had some issues of her own regarding his attitude at the ball. “What is his name?” is all she asks instead. This led to something, and the moment she found out the name she was going to have a chat with said werewolf. “All you and Ophelia have mentioned is the werewolf but I need a name.” she repeats which was her indication that she had met and spoken to Ophelia at the ball as well.

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Ronan just looks at Margaret blankly at the question of a name, blinking one and then again as he realizes he doesn’t even know. He wonders to himself, thinking if he’s at all heard that damn dog’s name, if Ophelia has dared to even speak his name to him. “That’s because I don’t even know it. I didn’t happen to ask when he was lunging at me....” And then it hits him what she said, that she actually spoke to Ophelia and again he stares at her. It’s not how he ever envisioned them to meet and he just slightly huffs, his own arms crossing over his chest. “I don’t have a name. He’s got light colored hair and facial hair. About medium build. I don’t right off recall what he was wearing at the ball but back when I... met him, he was wearing a leather jacket and the leader of a motorcycle gang.” He shrugs, eyes settling upon hers. “That’s all I’ve got. If you need a name, I’m sure she’ll tell you. She seems rather proud of herself, falling for him when she knows he almost killed me. She broke our bond for him.”

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hold me in the golden afterlife - Oph/Ronan (Flashback)

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Ophelia instantly felt a shiver go down her spine at the sound of his voice. She didn’t have to turn to him to know who it was. It was in that moment that she found herself being happy that he was there. She missed him, she had been waiting for him to come back. But why would he knock her parents out, and why not just approach her normally? As he spoke, she turned towards him, her hands holding bunches of her skirt tightly, a way to hide her nerves.  She looked at him in the darkness, lit only by the candle he was holding. The flame reflecting off his skin made him look that much more sinister. “What do you mean…?” she trailed off as she looked around. She saw only her mother, and father. She looked towards Ronan, “Where are my brothers?” she was referring to the 3 boys that, last she knew, were upstairs. She looked at him, almost afraid of the answer. 

Ophelia took a step towards him, her naive heart telling her it was okay, her loved her, he wouldn’t hurt her. “Ronan, I don’t understand..” she gestured back at her parents on the floor, her eyes never leaving him. “Why did you feel the need to do this, I told you why I couldn’t go..” She glanced back. “I want a life with you, you know that. I just want it here, in London.” She stepped closer, her hand coming to rest on his. 

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The question about her brothers actually has Ronan looking away. Taking their lives is something he actually feels guilty for, for they still had their whole lives ahead of them. “They’re still upstairs. Sleeping eternally. They couldn’t have lived without their parents.” And the vampire is no kind of father figure to have taken them along with himself and their sister. “They didn’t suffer, I promise you. Your parents on the other hand... I wanted you to be here for this. They never liked me and I know they’re part of why you want to stay here. I just want to show you how easy it is to rid yourself of that constraint.”

She keeps moving in closer, despite being so confused. The moment Ophelia’s hand is on his, he doesn’t lash out at her, but instead his cool hand takes hers his, his thumb grazing along the side of her hand. After all, the whole point of this isn’t to make her hate him, though he knows she probably won’t care for him much after he kills her parents in front of her... but otherwise, he wants to keep her calm and assured that he does love her. That he’s doing this for her... for them. “I know, Love... but I can’t give you the life you want here. There’s... something about me you have no idea about.”

In all their time together, he didn’t see her without feeding first because then he’d still be warm and his heart was beating. She never had the chance to suspect that anything was off about him. “You’re just going to have to trust me... that this is for the best.” Hearing her parents start to stir, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Say your goodbyes to them while you have the chance if you wish.” He won’t take that much away from her.

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Convinced || Maggie & Ronan

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With all that had happened, Margaret had forgotten about the drama brewing between Ronan and his own sire–or well, ex sire in this case, so when she heard the urgent knocks against her door, she wasn’t expecting to see him there. No, she was expecting Noah coming back with news on something that could give away answers to the attacks. So the surprise was clear on her face however, at the same time it was as much a reassurance that he was still safe. “Ronan..” she steps aside to let him inside all while hoping that he was alright. “What’s wrong?” she asks

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As the door opens, Ronan is in mid-pace and he whirls around back towards her. There’s so much relief for so many different reasons. He too is glad to see that she’s alright, even though he knows she can’t die, but in situations like this, the mind kind of runs wild. But he’s also relieved that he doesn’t have to hold onto what he truly believes for much longer. Stepping past her to get inside, he’s once again turning to face her, even quicker this time. “The wolf who bit me all those years ago... he’s here in Hollow Grove. He’s the one Ophelia was with... Never mind. You didn’t get to meet her.” Or so he thinks. He’d wanted them to meet, up until he saw those two together. “The betrayal of that just overrode everything else that I hadn’t even considered he would do something like that again, but when I heard about that vampire...” He pulls down the collar of his shirt where the large scar is, looking at her. “...Come on... What more proof do we need?”

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Convinced || Maggie & Ronan

Ordinarily, he prefers to let his Sire know when he would be coming over, but this isn’t just any ordinary visit. It’s urgent that he speak to her, inform him of what he’s so certain of. But even as urgent as it is, he’s still respectful enough to not barge into her home. Upon getting to her door, he knocks with a hint of anxiety behind it. It’s hard for Ronan to stay still there on Margaret’s door step, somewhat pacing as he waits for an answer. “Please be here...”

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hold me in the golden afterlife - Oph/Ronan (Flashback)

The year was 1913, and young Ophelia Remington had just turned eighteen years old. Because of this, she was granted permission to go to events unattended. She had returned from an afternoon soirée, and her Father, whom had been away on a work trip, and returned that night, had told her to go find one of her older brothers as a family’s house down the road. When she got there, she came to find that Jude had already left, and gone home. She thought it was strange, that she hadn’t seen him on her way but she didn’t think anything of it.  Her days had been long, and drawn out. Her mother constantly pressing her to find a suitor, and she thought he had, until he left. When she met Ronan, he was older, of course, you could tell just by his looks. He was from out of town, which explained why she had never seen him around before the last year, but she really thought he was the one for her. Maybe it was her optimistic nature, or the fact that she liked to see the best in everyone, but she just felt right around him, and he had been such a gentleman with her, that was until he asked her to leave with him. 

When he asked her to leave, she had to refuse. Her family was here, and she didn’t understand why he wanted to leave so badly. He asked her to travel with him, and at the time she was still seventeen, and she knew it would be wrong to leave her family at such a young age. But that didn’t stop the her mind from dwelling on him for the last few weeks since he left. She truly loved him, just as he said he loved her, and his parting words, ‘I’ll be back for you, I promise.” rang in her mind on a daily basis. She wondered if he would come back, but she was starting to think it wasn’t so. When she returned home, all the lights were out. This was odd cause when she left, her mother was getting dinner ready, and was expecting everyone to be back for the occasion. She stepped inside, looking around as she did. “Mother? Father..?” her voice trailed off. She stepped into the parlor room, and it was then that she saw her mother and father, on the floor unconscious. “Mother! Father!” she rushed to them, her hands shaking. 

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When Ronan left the girl behind, he wasn’t quite set on the plan. It was just a mere thought. If she really wanted to stay there and live a boring, mundane life a woman was supposed to have, so be it. It wasn’t like he was capable of giving her anything in that kind of life. Especially a baby. She just didn’t know that. He’d just have to settle for only seeing her once in awhile when he passed along... but that thought really didn’t last so long.

There was hardly a day that Ophelia didn’t cross his mind. She could have been there with him on his ship, seeing the world and the magnificence of the ocean. Instead, she allowed herself to be reigned in because of her family and it continued to just go right through him until weeks later when he couldn’t take it anymore. By the time he sailed back into London, he knew what he was going to do.

The vampire had already been spying the house before Ophelia even left and even watched her go as she did. It had been so easy to slip in and catch them both by surprise before knocking them both out cold on the floor. It then became all about waiting for her to come back, all lights off. It wasn’t too long before he heard her coming up, and he could already sense it in her. The oddity of finding the house like he’d made it.

“They won’t hear you,” he said there in the darkened room, standing there leaning against the wall. “They’re a little... unconscious, Love.” Stepping from it, he struck a match and lit a candle to... shed just a little bit of light on the situation. Her parents were completely out of it, but still alive. He could hear their heartbeats. Slow but very steady. “You see, Ophelia... I can’t just let you live like this when I can give you so much better. So I’ll be taking matters into my own hands. Cutting the ties, so to speak.”

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The Irish vampire had left the ball much earlier than he expected, long before the... dramatic and fatal festivities to conclude the night. News travels fast though and in no time, it’s gone from the manor and throughout the harbor, the vampire who met his end in a way that is more than familiar to him. The content of the happening is rather fitting in the name of chaos, since the night hadn’t exactly gone well before that. 

Ronan steps out to the upper deck from below it, curious and suspicious, wanting to get a better listen of the whispers. It makes his own scar of the vicious wolf bite on the side of his neck start to seemingly burn, or least feel like it’s even deeper than it is. The few people he can see, blue eyes watch them all scurry to their places of residency, the scent of fear so strong. Of course his thoughts linger very little on random people and instead he goes into the only logical explanation he can think of for any of it.

“So he’s right back to it, huh?”

It wasn’t just a pivotal moment for Ophelia, who had to be made to leave his side. Ronan was just as affected by it, just in a different way, and there’s no doubt in his mind as he turns from the docks and looks out to the calm seas under the moonlight. The wolf who had bitten him all those years ago got himself another victim. Except by the sounds of it, this vampire isn’t as lucky as Ronan was. Oh he’ll get the word out, and it’ll spread just as fast as the initial news got to him. Soon, he won’t be the only one convinced that the junkyard wolf is responsible for the vampire’s final death. They’ll all know.

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