( lucy boynton / cis female / she/her ) — BILLIE MERCER has been living in Port Leiry for TWO WEEKS. They currently work as a WRITER / BARISTA, and are TWENTY NINE years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a HUMAN or if they’re connected to BREWED AWAKENING. They tend to be quite MOODY and SENSITIVE, but can also be CREATIVE and EMPATHETIC.— ( l / mst / she/her / 27 / n/a )
TW: ANIMAL DEATH, CHILD ENDANGERMENT, MURDER, TERMINAL ILLNESS, AND SMUT MENTION.
Name: Billie Mercer
Occupation: Barista / Writer.
Age: 29.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human.
Clan/Pack/Coven?: Unaffiliated.
Hometown: Port Leiry, OR; Raised in Seattle, WA.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality Traits: Creative, empathetic, moody, sensitive.
TLDR: Sister of Colt Mercer. Raised on Red River Ranch and some SHADY shit was going on. As a kid, she caught sight of something no nine year old should ever see, and it fucked with her psyche. Left PL at ten years old after the fire. Raised in Seattle. Writes monster smut (she's heavily inspired by monstersholdingbitches on instagram). Tried to have her sick / dying mother turned into a vampire but mom refused so hard it probably killed her. Billie returns to PL six month after her moms dies to rebuild her relationship with her older brother.
i. You are the child of hard work and determination, of taking the nothing you were given and making something out of it, of people who had to struggle for the things they wanted in life and were willing to do whatever it took to get it.
ii. You had your older brother and technically, he was your only sibling, but there was another entity that might as well have been blood. The Red River Ranch. Dad built the thing from the ground up and it was his pride and joy. Followed by Colt, then you. Sure, you had pet farm animals but enough for an entire ranch to survive? But you’re a child, and you don’t know what are the right questions to ask.
iii. One the first day of second grade, you step outside to catch the school bus, only to find your favorite pet duck, Herman, dead on the ground. Something got its neck and tore it open. You’ve never seen violence until this day. You look at it for a while, longer than you know you should. The bus comes and goes and you’re still looking at the dead duck. Not of out fear, not disgust, just out of morbid curiosity. When your mother notices you, she runs outside and shoos you away from it. Like she knows exactly what it is and what it means. Later that evening, just before dusk, you lay Herman to rest, buried among the hills of River Red Ranch.
iv. Life goes on, Herman the duck becomes a memory. You’re nine now and another curiosity is nipping at you. What the heck is going on in that dang barn? It’s off limits, deemed by your father who, himself, rarely goes in and out. One night, after everyone goes to bed, you stay up late, looking out the window of the bedroom. If you stare hard enough you can see the barn. Just as you are falling asleep, barely keeping your eyes open, you see something the shakes you awake. A group of people going into the barn. You don’t know who they are, what they’re doing, but they’re carrying something. Despite your better judgement, you’re nine after all, you go and take a peak.
v. Whatever you find inside of the barn's window changes everything. You try to deny what you saw, but even your childish brain has reason enough to know that it was real. What they carried in was a person. And those were chains they clamped on her wrist. They did slice her throat and collected all the blood they could from her. She did look at the window and witnessed your little face peering in. You were the last thing she ever saw. They saw you too, whoever these people were. Whatever they were cause they looked both human and monster at the same time. They witness you too, smiling at you with their blood soaked teeth and long fang like canines. You run, you run for your life, back to your bedroom. You slam the door and lock it. Jump under your covers where it is safe. You swear you're never going to leave this room.
vi. The next morning, your mother wonders what got into you. She just about kicks the door down. Wait until your father comes home she told you. You do. Because nothing is going to make you open that door. So you thought. Later the that evening, after a long days work, you hear your father’s footsteps approach your bedroom door. One stern knock and you know you have no choice but to open. You ever go near that barn again…. He knows what you did. He knows what you saw. The look in his eye confirms such. Dad never finishes his sentence, He doesn’t have to.
vii. A year later, the fire happens. Losing your dad is horrible. Somewhere amongst the smoke and the ash, you lose Colt too. Mom tearfully says he's collateral but you don't know what that word means. The fire takes the barn along with Dad. Your cry all the way to Seattle, but there's a lingering thought echoing in your mind. At least, Dad will be the last life lost at Red River Ranch.
viii. You ask Mom when Colt is going to join them in Seattle, but he never does. He doesn't visit either. You call him to tell him about your new city, about the books you’ve been reading, and about friends you haven’t made yet, but hope to soon. Phone calls become less and less, they're reserved for birthdays and Christmas. Phone calls turn into text messages. Then they turn into nothing at all. Years pass and you wonder if you imagined Colt completely. The only evidence of his existence is a framed picture of a young Colt collecting dust in the living room.
ix. Life goes on. Seattle is your home and Port Leiry is a memory. You don’t have many friends, really, you don’t have any. You kill loneliness with books and a notepad. You love stories so much, you start writing your own. It starts off as fan fictions. You’re a hit on Wattpad. Some people love monster gore smut as much as you do.
x. You live with Mom longer than you should. But it’s been the two of you for so long, where else are you gonna go? Things change after your twenty first birthday, Mom gets a grave diagnosis. The disease is going to eat her slowly, but it is going to gulp her up eventually. You put your life on hold. You become Mom’s full time caregiver. During the day, you spend your time caring for your mother, in the nights, you write your monster smut, while painfully single. You start drafting a novel, one you hope to have published and gain some momentum in the literary world. You do research on monsters, somehow, fall down the Reddit rabbit hole on one specific kind of monster. Vampires.
xi. You never forgot that night. Dead bloody girl and those creatures who were covered in her blood. Reddit has compelling arguments. I knew someone who went missing, and twenty years later, I saw them in the grocery store. They hadn’t aged a day. My friend was in the woods one night taking a leak, and they came back with their neck nearly ripped out. They said it was an animal, but what kind of animal does that. Someone in a bar asked if they could bite me once… and I let them because what the hell, I was drunk, and but then they started drinking my blood! These leads sent down a specific road, to a specific bar in Seattle. Some said vampires hung around there. You put on your charm and a low cut top, tried to act like the kind of seductress you’ve read about in book and seen in movies. Made your neck bare and drank enough water where your veins were plump. Apparently, it worked, cause you caught a vampire who was willing to give you what you want.
xii. Your mother’s illness is getting worse and worse, you know if you want her to survive, this is the choice you must make. You invite this vampire into your mother’s home, you explain to her what he’s going to do, and your mother fearfully pleas for him not to. She doesn’t want to this. She knows what it means. She always has, since the days in Port Leiry and the days of Red River Ranch. Perhaps, this is too much stress for your mother to handle. It catches up with her and this is the day your mother dies. When she does, she stays dead.
xiii. Six months has passed since the death of your mother. You manage by throwing yourself into your writing. Though your personal life is a mess, this seems to be the only thing going good for you right now. You have a pending book deal. Apparently, monster smut sells like hot cakes. You decide to return to Port Leiry and try to rebuild the relationship with that brother of yours. When you return to Red River Ranch, the first thing you notice is they've rebuilt that damn barn.
