Cece Emerson

"No need to worry. I won't bite." Molly wanted to laugh, couldn't quite bring themselves to do so. "Pinky promise. Had something to drink the other night."

Cece stopped in front of her, having heard her speaking to someone else, and tilted her head in confusion. "You only drink every other night?"

Clary raised a brow as she spoke, unsure of what it was about this vampire that felt so strange. Familiar, maybe? Perhaps it was the way she spoke? Something about her just didn't seem to sit quite right, Clary thought. "Yes, werewolves can pack a nasty punch. Best to stay out of their paw's reach. Although, in this town, you'll find you're a little harder to kill than anywhere else. The surrounding barrier, it's magic. All the usual tricks don't work on vampires in here - stakes, holy water, you name it," Clary explained. She wasn't sure if wolves could still hurt them here, but she was hardly keen to find out. "Did you come through a gap in the dome, too?"

"Really?" She asked, fascination clear in her tone. The Vandevieres hadn't told her any of that–though she wasn't sure if it was something they had even known, with Vivian having been locked up with her. "The hunters cannot hunt us?" Cece hadn't known what to expect when she came here, but this certainly wasn't it. "Too?" She questioned, wondering what had brought her here when one couldn't simply walk in. "I followed some... friends. They were coming here and I had nowhere else to go." She paused for a moment, "Very strange that there's a dome."

Piper closed her eyes at her words, feeling them twist in her heart. She could only begin to imagine how she had come to be here, what she must have endured along the way. How long had they stolen her for? When she opened her eyes again, she nodded. Of course, she meant it. "I believe I know a part of you," she answered softly, her hand pressed over her own heart. If the eyes weren't enough, the pull Piper felt towards her was real and true. "Charlie."

The crease in Cece's brow relaxed, her gaze drifting to the side as she let that name roll around in her mind. 'Charlie'. Her favourite person in the whole world, once upon a time. This woman had known Charlie? Cece never did find out what had become of her beloved brother after her apparent death. She was captured by the Bad Place before she even had a chance to look for him. "You knew my brother?"

Piper had once been held captive by 'The Institute'. Even after enough time had passed - even though she had her bloody revenge - she could still feel the ghosts of their hands around her neck. She could still smell the chemicals that had made the room overly sterile, and she could still hear the screams. Their screams, her screams. She had found that it left a mark. On her, it wasn't as obvious as her Charlie's - their parting gift more evident in his head than in hers. But it was there. And now, she could swear that she felt that same sense of relief that she'd felt after escaping.

Cece canted her head to the side, watching the other vampire's approach. She was starting to become convinced that this town had no humans living in it; it was all very odd. "You really mean that, don't you?" There was something in her eyes–in the way she was looking at her–but she couldn't quite place what it was. She seemed... trustworthy? Like she actually cared about how Cece would perceive her, but she was so sure she had never seen this woman before. Why would she have any interest in her? "But I've heard that before." The words came out in almost a whisper. "How can you be so sure when you don't even know me?"

Clary was very much trying not to instantly regret her decision of coming back here. Every moment she'd spent out there, free of the crushing weight of revenge, had been a gift. It had been healing. She felt more like herself now than she had in hundreds of years. And most of all, she was determined to keep moving forward. To keep changing for the better. To help. And what a night she'd chosen to make her grand re-entrance.

A sigh escaped her at still not having found a human to sink her teeth into, but she still found herself smiling at the other vampire. "I don't know that, actually." Her eyes drifted slightly before locking back on to her. "I've only ever been in one fight for my life and it didn't go very well at all." Could an ambush by the Institute really be described as a fight, though? It wasn't exactly fair. "Wolves?" Cece's eyes lifted to the sky, only now realising it was a full moon. "Huh." She had seen werewolves before, of course, but only ever from the confines of her cell. One did escape once and mauled a scientist right in front of her, though. It had been thrilling. "Thank you. I wasn't aware that they could harm us..."

Dave was headed back to the manor as the moonlight poured down on the town. He knew that Suzy wasn't particularly fond of werewolves (an understatement) so she could use the company. Since turning off his humanity, not a lot had shocked or surprised him. How could it, right? The world could be burning down around him, and he'd feel... nothing. Even so, when her eerie figure appeared before him, Dave was inclined to take a step back. "Not on my agenda."

Cece caught the scent of him as he approached and released a small huff–another vampire was boring. Where were all the humans hiding? She rolled her eyes and was prepared to walk away from him then, when he said her name; her real name–not Cecelia, not Hostile 0036–Cece. When was the last time someone had called her that? Her head tilted, looking him up and down as she tried to piece together who he was. As it hit her, her mouth dropped open and the corners of her lips curled upward.