Wow. Awesome. No one wants a starter.
Is there any reason why I should keep this character then?
//Mattea is most likely going to be raped tomorrow soooo steer clear of the read mores. I don’t wanna offend anyone xoxo
//can Julianna kill them please?
Why I decide to argue with the girl who’s driving the car is beyond me.
Now I get to walk home because I didn’t bring my fuckin’ cycle. Jesus Christ.
That’s very unfortunate. I would’ve at least left you a quarter for the bus.
you amazing people, why are you following me? expect a reply spam tomorrow for those being kept waiting, and then starters for those who have just joined the party. welcome. this is julianna *points*
mention her family, the word ‘saint’ or justice, and she will stick a knife into your neck. i mean she’s very pleasant.
What was she supposed to do now? She didn’t know. Mostly because she wasn’t supposed to know. She wasn’t supposed to exist when her sire died. She was supposed to fall to the ground and die alongside of him. That was the rule when her sire was an Original, but that rule was broken now. How? Magic, of course. Kol knew all the right witches and managed to get them to sever the bond between them before their little trip to Mystic Falls because she would be the key to getting him back alive. The bond was broken but his blood made her, and it still held some sort of connection so her blood was the key to a spell a certain necromancer would cast to bring the Original back from the other side.
But Erik was slow and each day, she found herself crawling into that familiar spiral she’d fallen into once already in her life. Where she just wanted to pain to stop. Kol was supposed to show her the world, how to be his kind of monster. How to flourish in the land where you don’t grow old, where you don’t die. But he did die. And he wasn’t coming back yet, so she set up shop to distract the worries and pain away.
A small town outside of Boston was unfortunate enough to play a part in her game, and she settled into a fairly busy club before she managed to compel each and every patron that they were not allowed to leave the building. But that was it. She didn’t take away any of their fear, any doubt or panic. No, she wanted to hear them scream and shout.
The brunette vampire pulled back from her latest bite, crimson beads running from the corner of her lips down to her chin and she sighed heavily. They always tasted better when they were scared, and she turned towards the bar and grabbed her shot glass of tequila before she downed it, the tastes mixing like her own personal cocktail. This was how she’d deal with her pain - causing it in others.