Vivian Vandeviere

Age: 326 Physically: 24 Humanity: Off Vampire Identical twin of Verity Vandeviere

[vicious--vivian]

𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑒

Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: 31st December 1690 (326) Species: Vampire Turned: 1715 (physically 24) by Caius Jostein Alliance: Evil - Unaffiliated Location: Outside the dome (pacing like a tiger - recently escaped The Institute, Nevada)  

So What Happened?

The notorious Vivian Vandeviere, known for burning cities to the ground and leaving massacres in her wake, thought coming to Havensdale Valley was going to be fun. And sure, for a while, it was. Vivian let herself get caught up in the small town feeling, let herself get caught up in feeling, truth be told. She should have known better.

When Vivian was asked to prom of all things by Scott Smith, she accepted. It was sweet, you know? Nostalgic. It spoke to another life, another time. It was possibility and hope. She never should have let him string her along or dance with her that night. Little did Vivian know (until it was too late), Scott had been recruited by the Institute for a very special mission: the capture of their ‘most wanted’ vampire.

Vivian’s humanity got the better of her for the briefest of moments. She almost had a feeling... And then, in that moment of fleeting vulnerability, they got her. The Institute captured Vivian before the dome came down and dumped her in the deepest, darkest, most top secret cage that they had. While the rest of the world was on fire, while the rest of the Institutes fell, Vivian remained caged deep underground in the Mojave Desert.

It gave her a lot of time to think. To make a list of every damn person involved and how she was going to tear them apart limb from limb. There was a brief, frustrating moment where she forgot Havensdale as the dome came down, but apparently Engel thought it would be funny to let her stew in rage and returned her memories. The only other person she really spoke with was in the neighbouring cell-- a lost little girl who made her heart ache for the daughter she once had. Little did she know, that little girl was Grayson Lambert in shifter disguise. This would be important for later.

So yeah, things were not looking good. The days, months, years (it could have been centuries for all she knew) dragged on. It was obvious something bad had happened at the Institute on a global scale, but this damned place was still manned. The cages were still locked. Then one night... the alarms blared and the cages opened. The last person that Vivian ever expected to see come to her rescue was Ruby McReid (now a vampire!?) and what’s more, she was with her sister, Verity Vandeviere.

There was hardly time to argue, but Vivian made sure to rescue her little friend (Grayson in disguise!) as they fled the crumbling hellhole. The moment they were back in the sun, Ruby McReid turned on her. She just saved her life, but made it clear that if they ever crossed paths again, Ruby would kill her. Ha!

Vivian didn’t care though. No, Vivian didn’t care about anything except her revenge. She was going to make it rain blood in Havensdale Valley. She was going to rip Scott Smith’s heart out and crush it in front of him. They all have to be destroyed, everyone who was in on the plan to kidnap her. Vivian would not be stopped-- Verity couldn’t talk her out of it. Vivian only craved her revenge.

Furiously biding her time until the dome comes down. She is seething, she is enraged, she is embarrassed!!

Wanted Connections

tba

[vicious--vivian]

scott-smith-ltd :

I feel violated and disrespected. [adjusting his sash] And disgusted, obviously.  

Well, I think you look very dashing in your sash. [ laughs ] At least you don’t have a crown to add on to this violation.

[vicious--vivian]

Vivian Vandeviere’s Prom Dress

[vicious--vivian]

greg-porter :

… What?

I’m not Verity. I’m Vivian.

[vicious--vivian]

danny-mcr :

[ his jaw set as she made that noise, determined not to show any cracks in his newfound resilience but… ] Human? You’re…human? That’s not possible. That’s literally impossible. There- There aren’t cures, you can’t go back. If you could then there wouldn’t be any monsters, they’d get cured, probably whether they wanted it or not. It’s just- It’s not… [ lets out a breath ] Help you how? Can’t you just call her or something?

Yes. I am. And it’s... difficult. The only reason I’m keeping it together is because I can’t find Ver. It is possible. It’s not a cure, it’s-... If the rumours are true- and apparently they are- it’s only temporary. And... something’s coming. [ shakes her head ] I’ve tried, she isn’t picking up. Look, I know you have no reason to help me, but my sister and I aren’t exactly capable of protecting ourselves right now and a lot of people want us dead. You know this town, you know these people. Maybe you can call some of your friends... ask if they’ve seen a girl like her? She works at Sal’s- people might know her from there.

[vicious--vivian]

corey-andrews-ltd :

Yeah, I do, but I chose to do that same as you chose not to. Living like this isn’t easy. None of it is easy. I’m not saying you should forget- actually quite the opposite. It’s the memories and the realization that what we do causes so much pain and destruction… But maybe you don’t have to change. Maybe that is a lot to ask but- think about the consequences of your actions, at least. Think emphatically, even if you can’t feel it. [Nodding] What do you need me to do?

I don’t think I can, Corey... I can’t choose to feel like this. Not when-... [ hesitates for a moment, almost looking disgusted with herself ] Not when I enjoy everything that I am without my humanity. What’s the point in feeling like this, if not simply to punish yourself? Why struggle just to get nothing in return? I can’t-... It’s not me. It’ll never be me. [ takes a steadying breath ] His name is Scott Smith. I-... Please don’t let me hurt him. I’m worried I might-... Just please... protect him from me.

[vicious--vivian]

amara-zhang :

Surprise, I suppose. You really must forgive them, they let rumour be the sole device to gather interest and therefore the truth has gotten lost along the way I think. All the legends are true it would seem. [ nods oh-so slightly ] Yes. There are three of us and we can’t help but know who belongs to our bloodline but I must admit, you and your sister are certainly more than worth knowing of. No temporary spell is going to hurt you, I promise.

Yes you are… Well, in my experience most hunters are under a moral obligation to protect humans regardless of their former species status. Even if this is a grey area, the McReids I doubt would allow rogue hunting in their town when we are, as you say, defenseless. [ holds out the jazzy taser to her once more ] Almost.

Doesn’t sound very reliable. I-... You-... You’re one of them, aren’t you? You’re one of the original vampires... The ones we all came from? Guess all the legends really are true. Am I... from your bloodline?

The McReids aren’t exactly my biggest fans. I just need to find Verity before someone else does. [ sighs before taking the taser ] She’s tough, obviously, but as a human she wasn’t very capable. I can’t lose her. I won’t. Do you have any idea how long a spell like this will last? I don’t think I can keep dealing with these emotions like this for much longer.

[vicious--vivian]

M!A: Your character body swaps with another character (Clary)

Over three hundred years old and this town still manages to surprise me.

[vicious--vivian]

the-biggestbaddest-wolf :

clarissa-gray-fangs.

Since the night she was turned into a monster, Clarissa Grayson had lived with a terrible and burning rage inside of her. An anger so consuming, so ugly and violent that it took everything she had to keep from exploding every single day. It was exhausting. Clary was exhausted. Every day, every night was rage, burning and burning and it had become abundantly clear to her now that she would never know peace. Not ever. She ought to have staked herself long ago, when she could still count the victims of her rage on two hands.

Vivian Vandeviere gave Clary a target, a purpose. Able to channel that consuming anger onto one focal point allowed her to live something akin to a life while she planned her demise. She made connections and felt other emotions but none would ever be so strong as the ones she felt towards Vivian. Her life was consumed by her. And she didn’t even know it. That was perhaps the worst part, not that she drained the life from her and spat her out as something new, but that she did not take responsibility. Vivian didn’t even look back long enough to see that Clary had been turned into a vampire and for that most of all, she would pay the price.

Centuries of planning and planning, watching and waiting, rooting out her weaknesses. She made contingencies, plans A-Z and all factored in benching Verity so the deed could be completed without her ever giving herself away. Anonymity that she never had wanted from her maker finally had a purpose. They’d never even see her coming. There had been times that she had been close, so close she could have wrapped her hands around Vivian’s neck but after over 200 years, she had impeccable control. Or so she had thought. That carefully crafted control was masking, keeping a loose lid on, her explosive nature. Without it… Well.

Becoming human was the worst thing that could have happened to Clary. Not because she didn’t crave it more than anything but because it finally gave her a sliver, a sneak peak at what peace could feel like. To feel things intensely but not to be consumed by them. To have a pounding heartbeat and mortality, to finally be free of Vivian Vandeviere. Then, of course, it could not last but the way in which she was slammed back into monstrosity tore that lid off her control. It was as if she were right back there again, her family’s estate, a burning in her throat and a bloodlust she had never in her life known until then. There was no one there to soothe her or tear her back from the edge like there was then. Now, there was only Clarissa and her rage and even the thought, the sight alone of Vivian Vandeviere was enough to make her act.

Carefully crafted plans and research and so much time from her life… Gone in an instant as she caught the content smile on her murderous face. How dare she. How dare she think she ought to have the right to happiness when she had stolen everything from Clarissa Grayson.

She was moving before she knew it, like a predator to prey with one thought alone in her mind: Vivian Vandeviere had to die.

This war was a delicate house of cards, one wrong blow of the wind and everything very well could come crashing down. Which was why Frederick had to spend everyday ensuring that such a thing did not happen and that included keeping track of Clarissa Grayson’s apparent vendetta against Vivian Vanderviere. Fortunately for both Clarissa and Vivian, Frederick did not take days off since he, Edward and Engel had sealed the deal. He had been tracking her since the humanity spell had worn off, knowing that the sudden snap from human to vampire all over again was going to have its consequences. Until the Founder’s Festival, Frederick would have to continue to handle, hide and clean up all of these said consequences.

He was unsure of their connection but knowing the Vandervieres’ notoriety throughout the centuries, he was sure that Vivian had done something particularly nasty to deserve such a rage. However, that ferocity and bloodlust would be exactly what they needed in these early days of battle. Besides, both sister were ones of Amara and he dare not get on her bad side. The point was, he had to step in but not before he was sure of what was about to happen. There seemed to be a world of emotion, memory and conflict passing over Clarissa’s face as she watched from the shadows. He imagined she’d done this before but she was also still alive so surely she wouldn’t be so foolish as to attempt an attack now.

Frederick may have spoken too soon.

Something seemed to have snapped when Clarissa made her move, walking with such determination that nothing could have derailed her. Well, almost nothing. Just as soon as Miss Grayson had made her move on Vivian, Frederick had intervened at the speed that only an Original could posses and before she could have ever known, Clarissa had been taken out. Perhaps the only indication that anything had just occurred was the slight breeze created from him running but other than that, both he and Clarissa were out of sight and out Vivian’s mind.

His teeth had sunk into her neck on impact. A bite from a werewolf could kill a vampire without question and it had been one of the greatest weapons during the First War. Those times had passed of course but it was still effective. With a breath, he moved back from her, met with horror and realisation at what he had done and perhaps who he was.

“I suggest you say your goodbyes, Miss Grayson. You won’t have long.” And with that, he was gone.

For the briefest moment, Vivian thought she felt a shift in wind direction- perhaps even heard a sound not so far from her- but with the phone at her ear and the smile on her face, she was too distracted to be sure. Her head turned in that direction, but she kept walking, seeing and hearing nothing more. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m still here.” She spoke to the phone again, continuing with her conversation.

[vicious--vivian]

[ Know that she is wandering around town, minding her own re-vamped business, shopping for prom (wtf?), and she’s just... happy? She thinks it’s just a latent buzz from being human and that it’s gonna pass, but she’s having a fab day, okay? ]

@clarissa-gray-fangs

[vicious--vivian]

scott-smith-ltd :

I’m not half as frightened as I probably should be, to be honest.

Uh huh… Do you want to go to prom with me? Not that I didn’t listen to all that but I have to ask now or I’ll probably forget. So a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or ‘bye’ would be cool and then we can go back to talking about magic stones and decapitation.

I- You-... You want to take me to your prom? Your high school prom? You know that I won’t- I’ll be the real me when it’s your prom. Vampire, no humanity. Are you sure you want that? [ cheeks noticeably legit turning red wtf ] But yes. If you do, then yes.

[vicious--vivian]

scott-smith-ltd :

Yeah, I remember.

Human, huh? I am listening. Okay, well nice might be stretching it but I’m trying to be less of an ass because I know you… care, somehow. It’s not something I’m used to. Usually being an ass means people keep their distance, and I like that, but you bounce back every time, so I guess I just realized that maybe it’s good for me to have someone like that. Teaches me to be a bit more human as well. I’m not sure if trust matters though? I mean you can just put me under that spell, like you do, and I won’t know what’s going on or what will happen so trust seems meaningless. I take a risk every time I see you but I’m still alive aren’t I? Maybe it’s respect? I don’t want to be like you so you respect that enough not to turn me? I would be a pain in the arse, I imagine. More than usually, anyway. I can’t really do anything about the uncertainty of what might happen as long as you’re still around though. But yeah, okay, I’ll tell a hunter, whatever that is, if you’re being especially annoying. In return I expect not to be halfway to immortal anytime soon. I’ll start wearing silver crosses and garlic or whatever. 

I-... I’m sorry for the way I acted. I’m sorry if I frightened you.

Yes. Human. It’s... difficult. I hate what I’ve become and I don’t see how I can come back from any of it after today, but yes, I care. Even as a vampire I still care. I’m just... not so good with boundaries. You really like that though? Keeping people away from you? I used to have so many friends when I was human, but after I was turned it was just Verity and countless supernaturals that I could never fully trust. My sister is really all I have and I don’t even treat her like I should. [ wipes her eyes, shaking her head a little ] I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this. I-... There’s a way you can stop me from doing that, but I can’t help you get it. There’s a semi-precious stone. Most hunters add it to rings or necklaces, but it works just as well carrying it in your pocket. You would either need to steal one from a hunter or ask a witch to charm one for you. But I have only compelled you once and that was to forget what I am... I don’t think I’ll do it again. But yes... perhaps that is what it is. Hunters kill my kind. And werewolves, shifters, warlocks. Some are born into it and others choose the life, but most of them are just as ruthless-- if not more so-- than us. [ almost laughs a little ] Silver and crosses won’t harm me and garlic tastes great on pizza. You-... Stake to the heart, decapitation, holy water; they’re what you want, but I-... I trust you not to use those on me.

[vicious--vivian]

corey-andrews-ltd :

…It’s nice to meet the human you, Vivian. I commend you for your intentions- I do. I would have done the same for my brothers, if I was given the choice. You changed back then but that doesn’t mean you have to be stuck with the person you’ve become forever. I think that if you hold onto this- hold on to today, then some of you can stay. It takes discipline, but I think you can do it. Trust me, it’s a daily struggle.

You don’t understand. You couldn’t possibly. You live off wildlife and attend classes with humans. You’re friends with them. You don’t understand how easy it is to just give in. Corey, the things I’ve done... I can’t just forget about them, I can’t have my humanity and my sanity. It’s been less than a day, but I know I am not strong enough to feel like this every day. [ hesitates for a moment ] There’s someone-... A boy. I know I have no right-- you owe me nothing-- but can I please beg a favour of you?

[vicious--vivian]

amara-zhang :

Yes, only today. This obviously isn’t an everyday occurrence but the power it took… The specifics alone must have taken those idiots months if not years to pre-plan and yet they still couldn’t offer a little forewarning. The Vandevieres have never been vulnerable. [ she offers a little smile ] Let’s just say that I like to take care of my own and well, I suppose we all need a little care today.

I’m Amara.

I’ve heard rumours of a spell powerful enough to do something like this, but I thought that’s all they were. I didn’t even know there was still anyone strong enough to implement it. Do you-... You know who did this. And... you know me? [ sort of smiles back when she realises she must be a vampire too ]

Vivian. [ looking down at the taser ] You don’t think the hunters will attack us today, do you? I know we aren’t exactly human, but they wouldn’t kill us when we’re defenseless?

[vicious--vivian]

interview-with-a-dave :

Right! They’re helping, aren’t they? You can have the bag, I’ve already eaten like, my whole damn body weight in them already. I just can’t get enough.

Yeah… It is all of us though. Everyone I’ve met so far anyways and not just the vamps either. Werewolves are human too. I’d be willing to bet my bottom dollar the rest of the Brady bunch are then. Viv… You know you can’t go thinkin’ about the stuff you’ve done and compare it to human standards. It’s different. Being a vampire is different. Being you as a vampire is just a whole other kettle of fish to be honest so it’s probably best you focus on the food.

I wouldn’t say they’re helping the centuries of torment, but they’re not making it worse. I- Really? [ hesitantly taking them and continuing to munch ] Thank you.

Everyone in Havensdale right now is human? Does that-... The originals? Even they are human too? I’ve heard rumours about this, but I never thought it could be possible. [ avoiding eye contact ] Even compared to vampire standards, the things I’ve done... It’s hard to focus on food when your humanity is tearing you to shreds.

[vicious--vivian]

danny-mcr :

You don’t…? Okay, just- Hold on a minute. Am I supposed to be missing something here? Or do you really think that I’m that stupid to fall for your crap again? You can’t pull this with me now. I don’t think any of your hundreds of thousands of victims were safe either so… You’re sorry? I- What is going on?

[ at “hundreds of thousands of victims” there may have been a choked sob ] Yes, I’m sorry. And yes, I know it’s worthless after three hundred years and countless deaths, but I am. I- Danny, we’re all human. All of us. And I should be hiding like most other vampires because I am more vulnerable than I’ve ever been, but I can’t until I know my sister is safe. I won’t let anything happen to her. Please. Help me.

[vicious--vivian]

s-s-stumbling-sean :

Yeah, it’s supposed to help headaches and cramps and stuff. I think my sister takes it. Never? You must be really lucky, I get hurt all the time and have to take painkillers. Maybe her phone is dead. I always forget to charge mine. You should get her a portable charger. Oh, no, that’s Ryan. I’m his brother. Do you go to school with Danny?

Yeah. You look upset, and I’m not doing anything. Of course I want to help. Oh, you’re twins? That’s cool, I have a twin too. Ryan, actually. Do you know where she was last?

Oh. Okay, I guess I can try it. [ shrugs a shoulder at him suggesting she’s lucky and refrains from calling him a fragile human ] Yeah, maybe. It’s never really been an issue before now. Oh. Makes a change that I’m the one confusing twins. [ possibly smiling a little ] Ryan. No, I just-... um... Well, me and my sister, we... hooked up with him? [ more slight smiling ] Anyway... Ryan is Danny’s best friend and you are...?

[ totally not getting emotional over here ] Um... Thank you. Yeah, we are. She’s Verity, I’m Vivian. I-... I’m not sure. I know she works at Sal’s and she spends some time at the Andrews home.