The Original Lucille

Lucille ღ human made vampire ღ 39 ღ The Walking Dead Affiliated with deadbiterpg

[thefirstofhiswives]

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He smiled as she passed, but quickly rolled his eyes at her comment about not reprimanding him. Fenris was not well equipped with people skills - it probably didn’t help that he disliked the majority of people. Despite this though, he felt it would be disastrous if he left her out in the cold with an impending blizzard.

Closing the door and securing the locks, the gruff man walked over to the open kitchen and picked through the fruit on the island counter. 

“Fenris Wolfe.” He realized the irony of his last name, and what he happened to be. “Are you hungry?” He was trying to change the subject from his name to something a little more…not interesting, but mundane. 

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Azure hues watched his movements, the way he secured the door. It was amusing, since she was sure that most in the world wouldn’t be a threat, besides the gods and the invaders. It was his name that made her chuckle, glad that she hadn’t had to fight him to get that name. She liked that he had willingly given it to her, that it might mean he was coming to trust her. ❝ Very nice to meet you, Fenris, ❞ she murmured, ignoring the irony of his first name as well. ❝ I’m well fed, but thank you, ❞ she replied, sure that he hadn’t meant it to be more than a polite gesture. It wasn’t like she thought that he’d keep blood on hand or anything of the like. But she was pleasantly surprised at his attempt to be a decent host. ❝ How do you fill your time here? ❞

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Fenris crossed his arms over his chest as he grumble incoherently. His lip twitched as he bared his teeth - less of a threat, but more of warning not to get on his bad side. “Next time I see them, I’ll apologize.” He then proceeded to open the door to his cottage, stepping aside slightly in order to let her in. “Smart choice, Miss. Lucille.” The cottage was by no means a mansion, but it had enough space for the likes of him to live comfortably in his self imposed isolation. It was even spacious enough to accommodate a guest should he ever have them. “Make yourself…well…comfortable, I guess.” He avoided telling anyone to make themselves feel at home - it was his home, not theirs.

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❝ I didn’t say it to reprimand you, merely to educate you so you could know should you meet them. ❞ Her thin shoulders merely shrugged as she made her way inside, nodding to him as she passed. ❝ I do appreciate your giving me shelter. Blizzards are a bit more than an annoyance, even for my kind. ❞ Looking around, she smiled at how homey it looked, choosing the nearest seat to take perch on. ❝ I suppose now would be as good a time as any to ask the name of my kind stranger, ❞ Lucille said as she crossed her legs, leaning back in the chair. Perhaps she should’ve asked before walking in, but she felt like learning his name would be better than just calling him ‘you’ or ‘wolf’. Little did she know what his last name was, of course.

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So it seemed that she knew what he was as well. He found her honesty rather refreshing, though he hadn’t encountered many vampires in the past to accurately decide whether or not she was actually lying. At her mention of the temperature drop, he set his nose in the air, and inhaled deeply. Something was not right - excluding the giant blue creature. “Well, Miss. Lucille, either Mother Nature is havin’ one of her famous fits, or that giant thing is causin’ a blizzard.” Sure, there weren’t any signs of a blizzard yet, save for the drop in temperature, but he knew. “You’re either comin’ in, or you’re getting the hell out of here before the snow sets in.“

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Honesty was something she always tried for, especially when it came to finding a new ally or the like. The way the male tilted his nose and inhaled made her lips twitch with the desire to grin, barely able to keep the expression at a polite smile. ❝ I believe that they prefer to go by ‘them’, and I did find them rather evenly tempered. Which makes your second inkling correct, and our new neighbor has decided to gift us with a blizzard. ❞ At his statement of going in or leaving there, Lucille chuckled, a brief look of surprise crossing her features. ❝ Inside, it is. Better to be caught in here than out there, being buried in snow isn’t something I’m rather inclined to experience today. ❞

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Fenris looked to his left, he brow furrowed both in confusion, and annoyance - mostly the latter. “Ma’am, with the world going to shit, I don’t see any point in working myself into a panic.” He briefly looked back at the creature, pointing at it as he looked back to her. “That there is not something I want to be tangoing with, even on a full moon. Maybe staying in wouldn’t make much of a difference, but I sure as hell know that I’d rather not have to know that something a lot bigger than me is lurking out in the woods.” 

He took a moment to breath in the crisp air before turning to face her completely. “Mind telling me who the hell you are?” He knew what she was, and she wasn’t human. 

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❝ I would rather not tangle with it either. I imagine even a wolf with such strength would be rather feeble in the face of the giant. Though I doubt I would fare better against you, were you to choose to use that strength against me. ❞ At least she was honest. Being so new to what she was, she knew that his strength would be better than hers, mostly because she was still learning her own, coming to terms with it.  ❝ Lucille. I didn’t mean to intrude on your solitude. I was enjoying the woods, the air, and I found myself drawn here. And then I was intrigued by that large creature out there. Though I find it strange how much the temperature has dropped since its arrival. ❞ There was a slight shrug of her thin pale shoulders as she looked away from him and to the woods she’d come through. ❝ There was a time when I never thought to see such beauty again. It wasn’t my intention to burden you. I lost myself for a while. ❞ 

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Nothing about what was happening was normal. It was not normal to come out of one’s isolated cottage in the middle of the wilderness and see some giant blue creature off in the distance. It was even harder to tell exactly how far off the damned thing was because of the sheer size of it. He had never seen anything taller than the trees before, and it worried him - not frightened - worried.

“The world is going to hell, and now we have a giant on the loose.” It was hard to believe that seeing a blue skinned giant humanoid creature didn’t frighten him more. “Knew I should have stayed inside today.“ He shook his head, and turned back to his front door, believing that if he ignored the creature, it would ignore him. Hopefully.

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❝ You’re oddly calm for having seen an invading giant blue alien-like lifeform. I wish more had your temperament. Perhaps the world wouldn’t be in such a panic from inevitable events. ❞ Lucille spoke calmly as she stepped to the side of the male, sniffing the air. Forever would she give her maker gratitude, saving her from the sickness that had threatened to turn her into the undead in a far less appealing form. They’d saved her to bring her to another world, to guide her to wherever it was she was most needed. 

Though now, that world was beginning to be overtaken by entities that they couldn’t hope to overcome. ❝ Would staying inside have made a difference? I believe that the large blue fellow would still be out there, you would just be none the wiser to prepare for his arrival. ❞ Then again, how did one prepare for such a thing? ❝ Lovely place you’ve chosen, for your solitude. I do hope that he keeps his distance, not to disturb such a beautiful bit of peace. ❞ All of her words were gentle, voice calming and light, never accusatory nor meant to incite ire in another. It was all merely observations, and her genuine curiosity over certain things. The world as it was, it was still new to her, especially being what she had become, it was a learning process. 

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he can’t help it,  he busts out laughing—   how many times he’s heard:  this is going to be the end of the world,    and then its not,  its always   now this is the time its ending but it never ends,   she’s right,  they’re right and they should say it.   “the last one that really seemed to be substantial,  I had a bunch of souls inside me like a soul bomb  but I didn’t go boom.”  it’s all so amusing to utter aloud.  it feels much like giving up one of the options then again opinions varied and he’s not so sure it would be if he just followed along with it.  “familiar with billie,  the others not so much, can only assume they’re like every other cosmic entity.”  assumptions could be wrong,  this just wasn’t in his area of expertise,   soulmates,      love—  as much as he had wanted to find love at some point,  looking less   &   less likely despite the  whole soulmates thing.  “lucille,  its beautiful,”   a compliment that flows easily off his tongue,   only smiling to her following words,   “feel like I could handle torture a lot better than waiting around for my soulmate mark to appear then waiting for them to come around.”  torture was never something he was afraid of,  had been before but after hell not much about physical torture really disturbed him,  seeing it all done to him over and over.

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The mirth coming from his lips made her mirror the sound, glad that he was able to fin amusement in something. ❝ That one sounds dire indeed. How did you get them out of you? ❞ It was insane, but with everything she’d seen and experienced, she didn’t doubt the truth of his words. There was too much she still didn’t understand after all. ❝ You’re on a first-name basis with Death? You really are an intriguing man. I think they’re daunting, though a few of them seem silly, you can see the danger in their stance or eyes. There’s something about eyes that just tells you what you can expect from a person. ❞ With how everyone told her she had such sweet but haunted eyes, she wondered how true it really was. ❝ I think you are aiming to make me blush, Dean, ❞ she teased, enjoying the charming side of him. ❝ Are you anxious? At the thought of some perfect person that was chosen for you? Or just allowing someone to be the other part of you? ❞ It was an invasive question, but she was hooked on his words, his reactions. He was interesting she was curious what other mysteries lied within. 

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“the apocalypse,  definitely the apocalypse.  just one right after the other,  neverending.”    makes him want to tread back to his younger self and tell him not to go down the path of hunting just to live his life far away from it all;   to leave any chance he could.   “they don’t know shit,”  it comes out more bitter than he was expecting it too. disapproving of those older and stronger than him dictating,   a thing he suffered with from john,  from all walks of his life.   if the world was going to end because a few people won’t just accept a fairy tale then are any of them worth saving to begin with.   “but….  enough about that….” finally bringing his focus to her,  beautiful,   hand extended,  “dean.”   balls to the wall out,    his face on so many wanted posters not even worth pretending to be someone else.

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❝ The apocalypse never seems to end no matter how often it takes place, it seems. Although this one is far more comfortable than the last I experienced. ❞ The thinning of the worlds was all that saved her, that and the vampire that had taken her in, changing her and ridding her of her sickness. ❝ I take it you’re familiar with them then. You do have such a strong opinion. ❞ Taking his proffered hand, the brunette shook firmly before releasing his hand and returning to toying with her glass. ❝ Lucille, ❞ she offered in reply. ❝ Your secret is safe with me. I’m not one for handing people over to torture. ❞ She’d heard plenty of what her former husband had gotten up to after all. It wasn’t to her taste. He’d called her Saint, and perhaps it was true, but that meant he’d been the devil or demon to her Saint. 

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his nose twitches,    and he has no response to it,  has half a mind to believe her—  after all,  not feeling his best,   torn between too exhausted to fight against whatever this was or fighting until he couldn’t anymore.   had always been somewhat of hesitancy with diving into the hunters life.  calloused digits take hold of his whiskey glass and brings it to his lips,  “yeah,  starting to lose count on how many   of these   ‘ situations ‘   I’ve been in.” 

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❝ Soulmates or the apocalypse? ❞ she asked, sipping the drink that was set down before her. More for appearances than anything else. ❝ If it’s the latter, you wouldn’t be alone. The former, well, I never really believed in that sort of thing. But I think that Death and more powerful beings would know better than I. ❞ Thin shoulders gave a small shrug as she looked at him curiously once more, mostly full glass playing between her delicate hands.

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“No,   I don’t want company,”    the hunter states,  letting calloused digit trace around the rim of his glass.   not entirely intelligent of him to perch at the bar,  especially with the bounty to his name——-    not a new turn of events in the supernatural world,   he’s always been    ‘   wanted   ‘    in all forms of the word. 

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❝ Yes, but it looks like you could use it. ❞ Lucille smoothed her dress down, taking the seat as she watched him curiously. ❝ This situation does seem to bring out all sorts of reactions from people, some good, some troubling. And so many come to establishments such as this, searching for answers or peace in the bottom of a bottle. ❞ 

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