#& malcolm

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@heprofiles // elijah for mal

There was always a new petty little warlord to pop up, thinking they were mightier than the originals. They were-- without fail-- mistaken. Just as this one was. Playing at being King of New York, how quaint. But that was not what caught his attention.

A hybrid. But human and vampire. That was interesting.

"I would suggest speaking to the witches." He said evenly, hands in very expensive pockets as he came to stand beside the hybrid; eyes on the scene of carnage. He crouched down long enough to pick up a hex charm with a handkerchief as proof. "Someone earned some scorn."

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@heprofiles plotted starter

Another decade, another institution that her brother had locked her away in, in an effort to FIX her. What was the latest diagnosis again? Schizo-affective disorder. Another added to the list. At least there was no exorcism or ice baths here. A missed dose was all it took for her to regain enough of herself to rip the door from its hinges.

It hit the wall with a resounding clang. A nice reprieve from the silence. The silence was broken even further by the sound of footsteps and then bodies hitting the floor before she stepped into the hallway. The rest of them had the grace to run away.

"Hello, brother." Number dialled from a wayward cell phone, bloody fingers white under her angered grip; voice sweet as she left the message. "I think I'm bored of this place, don't be angry with me. Don't start any parties without me, see you soon." There was a momentary pause between hanging up and crushing the phone in her hand.

Her head tipped back for a second and she smiled, turning towards the heartbeat to her right.

"Oh don't fret, I'm leaving." Five foot two of energized freedom, the thrill of being out overruling her anger with Tristan. For now, anyway. "Where am I?" A waved hand. "Not the building, the city."