I don't like needing blood. trust me.

Sansa has been such a gift to me, but I really do actively work against the possibility of Sansa Stark being the only thing I’m known for. So, every role that I choose, I’m quite selective about it. I try not to do any period work, or princesses, or anything like that. I’m trying to make myself to be seen as diverse as possible. I want to have a huge catalogue of work in different genres. There’s nothing I would rule out at this point because I think I need a large repertoire for people to be able to see me as something other than ‘that girl from Game of Thrones’.

WTF?

Schuyler walks down the pavement, darkness completing basking over the town. A small spec of light from the light illuminating pieces of buildings and shadowy figures. His eyes lock on a female, she is wearing a purple skirt and a flowy top. He begins to slowly stalk her. He looks like a creeper he knows it and he hates this part of his life but he had to feed or he could become unpredictable. His steps are in lime with hers, he can hear the blasting music as he approaches, he shoves her into the alley swiftly colliding her into the ground. Before words or screams can be spoken he ejects his fangs and punctures her neck drinking her sustenance. He hears someone behind him and slolwy wipes the blood from the corner of his lip as he turns around.

Clem crosses her arms on the table as she leans forward, “Born this way,” she whispers back, in a nearly mocking fashion. “What about you?” She stops whispering and leans back, cocking a smile his way. “The owner of this place is a witch. She has nearly all supernatural customers. Not completely, so still watch yourself. But it’s unlikely we’ll be overheard. You can relax.”

Schuyler walks down the pavement, darkness completing basking over the town. A small spec of light from the light illuminating pieces of buildings and shadowy figures. His eyes lock on a female, she is wearing a purple skirt and a flowy top. He begins to slowly stalk her. He looks like a creeper he knows it and he hates this part of his life but he had to feed or he could become unpredictable. His steps are in lime with hers, he can hear the blasting music as he approaches, he shoves her into the alley swiftly colliding her into the ground. Before words or screams can be spoken he ejects his fangs and punctures her neck drinking her sustenance. He hears someone behind him and slolwy wipes the blood from the corner of his lip as he turns around.

Schuyler walks down the pavement, darkness completing basking over the town. A small spec of light from the light illuminating pieces of buildings and shadowy figures. His eyes lock on a female, she is wearing a purple skirt and a flowy top. He begins to slowly stalk her. He looks like a creeper he knows it and he hates this part of his life but he had to feed or he could become unpredictable. His steps are in lime with hers, he can hear the blasting music as he approaches, he shoves her into the alley swiftly colliding her into the ground. Before words or screams can be spoken he ejects his fangs and punctures her neck drinking her sustenance. He hears someone behind him and slolwy wipes the blood from the corner of his lip as he turns around.

Schuyler walks down the pavement, darkness completing basking over the town. A small spec of light from the light illuminating pieces of buildings and shadowy figures. His eyes lock on a female, she is wearing a purple skirt and a flowy top. He begins to slowly stalk her. He looks like a creeper he knows it and he hates this part of his life but he had to feed or he could become unpredictable. His steps are in lime with hers, he can hear the blasting music as he approaches, he shoves her into the alley swiftly colliding her into the ground. Before words or screams can be spoken he ejects his fangs and punctures her neck drinking her sustenance. He hears someone behind him and slolwy wipes the blood from the corner of his lip as he turns around.