his lips curl at her remarks, as he goes to take a seat on the l-shaped couch in the corner. he motions towards the victim. “ he’s all yours to do as you please, ” he offers, though he knows sloppy seconds aren’t jane’s favorite by any means.
they’ve been limited on hunting grounds under aro’s orders. it’s amusing to say the least. to sacrifice one human versus hundreds will most likely make no difference to the morally good olympic coven. a soul is a soul ; they act like the food chain holds no merit. nobody gets upset at the lion when it takes down the gazelle.
“ you have a reputation, sweet jane, ” he teases. the twins radiated innocence, a pure good. appearances fool so easily. their ruthlessness seemed to hold no bounds. “ there’s no-one to hear for miles … the blood tastes better after a fight. after all. ” what can he say ? ( he’s always loved dinner & a show ! )
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a hint of a smile toys at the edge of her lips at the mere notion of sweetness. indeed, countless have fallen victim to the very lie. perhaps a vestige of their meek human years, the twins feign an easy air of purity – an innocent facade wielded sharp like a weapon. certainly a poignant reminder that the volturi are not to be underestimated.
at demetri’s offer, she hums, the sound nearly a purr at the prospect of finally utilizing her gift. “well, only because you insist,” jane is disinterested in feeding tonight, but she is nothing if not opportunistic.
glancing upward once again, she takes note of the man’s glazed eyes, his pitiful moans escaping fewer and further between. “he seems to be a bit lethargic. shall we wake him up ?” taking note of the ropes and beams suspending him, she wonders if he will thrash enough to break free.
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fingertips brushing over the spines of books as big brown eyes kept searching for the one she looked up online , lara was lost in her own world . maybe this wasn’t healthy . maybe she was going after something that did not even exist – who was to say that those ‘incidents’ weren’t something that they had collectively been subconsciously making up just because someone claimed to see flashes of visuals when she touched them years ago ? yet , she couldn’t help herself . lately , she felt like it had been happening a lot more frequently than before , the reason why she had decided to do some research on the matter .
when she heard someone calling for her , lara turned around quickly , barely balancing the books she had gathered in her arms to take a quick look to see if it’d be worth to buy them . “ hey , ” walking over , she placed the items down with a huff and pushed her hair away from her face , a smile present . “ sure , i got you , what’s up ? ”
a sense of guilt settles over fred as he realized the stranger already had an armful of her own books. thankful as he is that this person appears friendly, he regrets troubling her. he could have sought a store employee, or at least a less preoccupied customer. he is nearly ready to retract his plea for help, but the books are already placed on the floor before he has a chance to get the words out.
a glance at said pile of books yields an interesting array of titles, none of which fred would be particularly drawn to himself. the inquisitive side of him has half a mind to ask, if only to broaden his own knowledge past his own niche of scientific nonfiction. but that would be nosy, and he doesn’t know this human, and he really needs to get out of this store as soon as possible so he doesn’t have to keep expending half of his energy on controlling his ‘gift.’
“i’m so sorry to bother you,” he tries to smile but fears it may come out more as a grimace. “i think the store may have changed their layout recently, and i’m having a hard time finding the sciences section. do you know where that might be ?”
they prefer making a trek to port angeles when going on a haul for books. nevertheless, the psychic recently placed an order with the local bookstore for a set of emily bronte and agatha christie first prints ; it’s a gift to edward and bella when they move into their new place. they can only imagine the kind of bookshelves the pair of them will keep.
as the employee gets their order together behind the counter, alice figured they would take their time to peruse. the bookstore sold new and previously owned books. because of this, there’s always something different to find, even outside of the new releases section. it’s a minor distraction from the presence nearby. it’s unfamiliar, and that’s worrisome to a degree. when he begins to speak to them, alice does a half turn.
the face is familiar, and takes them back to months prior. it’s hard to forget a face once alice saw them in a vision. eyes scan over him, a newborn with eyes somewhere between a typical immortal and a vegetarian one. “ of course. with what ? ”
when the stranger turns, fred isn’t sure if the feeling that flows through him is relief or dread. interacting with humans may be just a few steps away from agonizing, but at least they were predictable. fellow vampires though ? … not so much. his introduction to members of his species had been far from kind ( perhaps the understatement of the year ), and it’s not necessarily a surprise that he still carries with him a considerable amount of distrust.
if nothing else, the stranger’s golden eyes and willing to help do put him at slight ease. “thank you,” he says, gratitude genuine despite the lingering wariness. he musters the courage for a small smile and hopes the stranger is more familiar with the store than he is. in a clear space of mind, fred’s sure he’d be able to figure this out on his own. but keeping his aversion field at bay takes a mental toll, and he’d rather ask for help – from a vampire or otherwise – and get out of there as soon as possible. “i’m looking for a book on ocean ecology, but i just can’t seem to find it anywhere.”
with disappearances and bear attacks seeming to multiply over the last few years, the people of forks have been more inclined to call in non-emergencies to the department. while some of his peers and deputies detested this, charlie didn’t mind bringing peace of mind to people. he treated every call like it was an emergency. ( and who can blame him with the list of missing peoples reports looking like a jenga tower on his desk ? )
tonight, he was called to the library. at sundown it closed, and it was long past that. flashlight in hand, he’s scaling the perimeter. he’s sure it’s nothing ! but soon he picks up on a shadow, and light eventually hovers over a young person. “ hey kid, ” his tone is light. “ i got a call saying someone was trespassing. it’s after hours, you’re gonna have to head home. ”
libraries were familiar. they were comforting. and above all else, they were human. fred had never given much thought to the sanctity of life before he was turned, and it was only after the bite that he realized the small things he had taken for granted. for instance, the ability to peruse the library without being hyperaware of the blood flowing through veins and forgetting to feign basic human functions.
this is precisely why he often finds himself at the closed library, his eyes having no trouble navigating in the dark. it is easier this way, and in the weeks he had been in forks, he had yet to get caught. yet being the key word.
fred is just finished jumping out of the second story window, landing with a light thud and a grace he still isn’t used to. he’s frantic as he looks up at the man, taking immediate note of his badge. “i’m so so sorry, officer.” he scrambles for an excuse, before ultimately deciding that providing no explanation is better than giving a shoddy one, especially to law enforcement. “i didn’t mean to trespass, sir. i’ll leave right away.”
jasper should be heading home for the day, and there is of course a part of him that simply wants to be gone. at home he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone he is not - at home he is free to be himself with the people who have chosen him to be their family. college keeps him sane, but it will never quite be real. today… today, there is something that keeps him there. the sound of music, and the desire to follow it until he can figure out where it is coming from. he hadn’t known there was a piano here, much less that it was available for playing. he doesn’t know how to play - never had the interest - but edward might want to know.
it’s not until the door creaks open that he recognizes the underlying scent that has been plaguing the back of his mind - vampire. there is a vampire behind this door. who has he stumbled upon?
“i’m sorry to bother you,” he calls out from behind the door, still unable to see exactly who it is. hesitant. “i only wanted to compliment your music. you play beautifully.”
an overwhelmingly vampiric scent hits her as the door creaks open, and jane moves quickly to stand in front of the piano bench. another vampire is certainly no threat to her. however, remaining seated with her back turned brings forth an unbalanced power dynamic that simply will not do. standing at full height, she attempts to catch a glimpse of the figure behind the door. it’s not enough to positively identify the intruder, but there is a brief flicker of recognition. this is one of carlisle’s, surely.
jane is not be fond of the so-called vegetarians, much preferring solace to their company. admittedly though, she is also not one to shy from flattery. after long centuries spent playing within the castle walls, she suspects her fellow guard members are all too used to her playing. compliments directed towards jane — outside of the familiar job well done after serving an appropriate punishment — are relatively rare. so, forgive her for deciding to entertain the idea a little.
“i am well aware, thank you.” eyes narrowed, she adds, “it’s considered quite disrespectful to interrupt in the middle of a piece.”
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jasper is known to spend a lot of his time scouring bookshops and antique shops and basically any shop that may be capable of selling him something that he would want. today is no different than any other - he has found his way to one of the many local bookshops in forks, and he has no idea exactly how long he has been here. today, he is looking for a specific book about the civil war that has caught his interest - something mentioned online in one of the many articles, essays, and papers that he has read through. books don’t do it justice, but they help him to remember details some may think better forgotten. he doesn’t want to forget.
his deep sense of focus on the subject at hand is interrupted by the presence of someone new in the shop - who makes him want to leave for reasons that have no source but crawl beneath his skin all the same. he actively has to push back against the feeling to keep to the task he’s set his mind to, but then that feeling, that person comes closer. asks him a question.
“no need to be nervous,” he says, turning to look at the newcomer. inside the relative safety of his head, he notes the scent of the man in front of him - sweet, pleasant, decidedly vampiric. that explains so much. “though i’m not sure how much help i’ll be. what is it?”fr
fred breathes a sigh of relief at the helpful stranger, the exhale coming perhaps a second too late to seem entirely natural. feigning mortality amongst humans has come with an unexpectedly steep learning curve ( though fred supposes nothing about his new life has been exactly expected ), and the process of breathing when his body no longer requires the oxygen is a strange experience. he likes to think that he is improving. breathing is almost habitual now, but he seems to forget its necessity when he’s nervous. he supposes some things will never leave him, supernatural or not.
it is only when fred remembers to inhale that he realizes the stranger before him is supernatural as well, his scent immediately giving him away as a vampire. a panic rises in fred almost as quickly as it dissipates, a fleeting glance at decidedly not scarlet eyes an indication of the stranger’s lack of ties to the volturi. the other vampire has an inexplicably calming presence, one that seems to wrap around him like a blanket, and fred can’t help but heed his words.
“thank you so much.” he gives what he hopes to be a genuine smile before explaining what he’s looking for, his words almost unable to exit his mouth fast enough. “it’s called advances in marine biology,” ( he refrains from the full title, endogenous and exogenous control of gametogenesis and spawning in echinoderms ) “by annie mercier. i read that dr. mercier wrote it with an emphasis on the salish sea since she was from this area, and, uh, well, i am just having the hardest time locating it.”
the warning is not heeded. instead alice lets the door close behind them as they enter the music room. “ i have a practice room signed out … i don’t like it anymore than you do, ” they rebuttal. it never made sense why the music professor wanted make up work recorded in there rather than allow her students to submit a video from home. and with the first three days of the week being sunny, alice had to feign the flu.
the sooner they complete the assignment however, the sooner they can go home and spend time with their mate. with their viola case in hand, they go toward the professor’s filing system to look for the sheet music they sticky-noted alice’s name on.
the arrival of the olympic coven member is wholly unwelcome. the arrival of this one in particular — the one her leader seemed so wretchedly enraptured by — swiftly erases any sense of calm she may have previously held. for a moment, jane contemplates simply leaving. she could put in a request for a piano at the rental estate ( surely far grander than the one she’s currently sat at ) and be rid of any further run-ins until her inevitable return to volterra.
but oh, that would be so boring of her, wouldn’t it ? alice’s presence may be grating, but at least they would provide reprieve from jane’s endless monotony. “why didn’t you use your all-seeing eye to predict i would be here ? could have saved us both the trouble.” jane makes no attempt to hide her contempt as she turns in her seat, fixing a piercing glare on alice’s back. quite frankly, she does not understand aro’s fascination.
[ blood & violence mentions tw ]
the olympic coven knew how to keep aro woefully distracted. but while it seemed that the rest of the italian coven loathed them, demetri was left rather unbothered. there were more pressing things to worry about rather than his leader's obsession with carlisle cullen and his makeshift family. indifference radiated off him.
pitiful moans infrequently fill the rental estate. suspended by thick velveteen ropes and steel was a forty-something year old local. he tastes like ab negative, tart like a blood orange. usually he wouldn't have them suffer so much, but his tracker needs weren't met since heidi fished the townie. droplets drip as the unfortunate soul is kept alive enough in a purgatoric haze.
" i don't suppose you're here to join me for a drink ? " he pounders as he motions towards the food source. " felix is late as always. his loss. " the smile is tooth-forward, charming and devious. he was the original wolf in sheep's clothing after all.
boredom reached inside and wrapped around jane’s bones, the recent languor of forks instilling a deep sense of restlessness in the girl. ever since that annoying redhead had finally fucking died, there was little to keep jane entertained. forbidden from using her gift on the local humans and caught amidst her leaders’ diplomatic dance with the olympic coven, jane was dreadfully bored. she roams the halls of their rental estate once again, intimately familiar with its walls from her countless walks prior.
it’s the smell of blood that hits her first, sweet on her tongue despite her well-fed state. then, a moan so pathetic that only a dying man could utter such a sound. a smirk graces her lips at the evident suffering. she isn’t particularly hungry, having fed just the night before, but the periodic wailing is enough to pique her interest. she follows the sound to their makeshift feeding room, fingers trailing the walls as she moves. she is unsurprised to find her fellow guard member before the bleeding victim.
“please,” she scoffs at the grinning tracker, entering the room. “you know i don’t share my food.” she takes a moment to study the suspended man above, crimson eyes raking over the fine velvet binding his limbs. the ruling italian coven always had a flair for the dramatics, didn’t they ? “and besides, i prefer them screaming.”
fred pretends not to notice the other bookstore patrons shrink away from him. involuntary as their actions may be, and as intimately familiar he may be with the feeling, the reminder that he is repulsive is not a pleasant one. he has been practicing controlling his so-called gift, but it’s harder around humans. he supposes he’s lucky that he’s manage to subdue it to this point — at least people aren’t actively leaving the store yet.
he’s been here for ten minutes, struggling to find the book he needs. it’s far longer than he prefers to stay, never wanting to subject unwitting victims to himself for very long. he considers leaving, but neither the library or the store across town have it, so this his last resort unless he ventures into the city. so he lets out a quiet sigh and makes the decision to take a chance with the person down the aisle. he isn’t sure if they work here, but hopefully they’re more familiar with the store’s layout than him. “hi, uh, excuse me? can you help me with something?” then, remembering his manners, “please?”
lithe fingers skim over piano keys, the notes of liszt’s liebestraum no. 3 echoing through the dimly-lit room. it’s getting late, and she knows the security guard will likely be coming around to lock up the building soon. she is tucked away in the music room of the local college. scarcely occupied at this hour, it is one of the few absurdly human places jane has deigned to occupy. it also happens to be one of the few places in this dreaded town with access to a piano.
jane is halfway through her piece when she suddenly stills, incoming footsteps differing from those of the familiar security guard. when the door finally clicks open, she doesn’t even turn to acknowledge the intruder. “this room is occupied. get out.”
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[ froy gutierrez. cis male. he/him. ] did you see FRED wandering around town ? they’ve been in forks for [ four months ] so they should be used to the storms. word around town is that they’re [ 24 / 23 & a vampire. ] people either describe them as [ logical ] or [ withdrawn. ] there seems to be no in-between. well, when i think of them i picture [ foggy seaside cliffs, fleeting eyes that avoid your gaze & hunched shoulders in a well-worn flannel. ]
TW: BULLYING, DEATH
stats.
NAME. fred espinoza ( freaky fred ).
AGE. 24, changed at 23.
SPECIES. vampire, transitioning to feeding on animals.
SEXUALITY. bisexual.
PROFESSION. nothing currently ; former student / marine researcher.
ABILITIES. aversion field.
background.
if there was one word to describe fred’s life, it was lonely. he was a solitary child, even well before his parents’ fateful divorce. ( the very same divorce that left him in the hands of his stoic stockbroker father. ) he was an awkward and scrawny child, who only grew into an even more awkward and gangly teenager. fred was bullied for much of his life, and he quickly learned to cling to the fringes. if he kept his head down and didn’t attract attention, the other kids wouldn’t notice him as much.
school hallways may have been hell, but he did find some solace in the classroom. he excelled at school, earning top marks and devouring science textbooks for fun. living so close to the california coast, fred eventually developed a keen interest in marine biology. this, combined with his dedication to academics, led him on a full-ride scholarship at stanford. before he knew it, he was graduating top of his class, and his favorite professor was offering him a solitary research position along the remote beaches of the pacific northwest.
it was here on these beaches that the monster found him. shrouded by the seaside fog that normally brought him so much comfort, riley pounced. newly-turned, fred became no more than a pawn in victoria’s army. during this time, he did what he did best and kept his head down. eventually, fred came to distrust riley and victoria’s true intentions, and he decided to flee from battle — though, not before unsuccessfully warning bree tanner, one of the few people he’s ever considered a friend.
now, in the aftermath of the battle, fred is testing the waters back in washington. though he originally fled to vancouver, he had only stuck around for a couple of days before he found himself wandering the outskirts of forks again. he’s trying to control his powers, with scarce success. he’s almost got half a mind to forge papers and enroll in the closest graduate program he can find, but the thought of repulsing all of the students holds him back. after everything that’s happened, he’s chasing some semblance of normalcy, but he’s not quite sure what that means anymore.
nerd alert !!!! fred feels most at ease when in pursuit of knowledge. he has a natural inclination to the sciences ( particularly biology, but he’s not really picky ). as a human, he was more comfortable around textbooks than people. now, as a vampire that literally disgusts people, books are his only company.
fred would be the type of boy to bring home to your parents, if only he wasn’t so shy. he’s proper polite — the shakes your father’s hand, compliments your mother’s cooking type. but he’ll also stumble over his words, refuse to meet their gaze, and drop his fork whenever he’s asked a direct question. unless it’s in an academic setting, he visibly shrinks from any sort of attention.
he’s relatively new to the vampire lifestyle, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it. his mind has always been clear and logical. he feels the thirst of course ( and oh god he wishes he didn’t ), but he’s never understood the frenzied bloodlust of his fellow newborns.
speaking of the newborns... some may call it self-preservation, but fred calls it cowardice. when it comes down to it, fred will always flee at the first sight of danger. his instinct to run is what ultimately saved him from the grisly fate of the newborn army, but it’s also what got bree killed. what if he tried harder to convince her ? what if he stayed to protect her ? he harbors a deep guilt for this and can’t quite seem to shake it.
fun facts.
8 times out of 10, you can find him at the beach. while the coastline carries bad memories for him, he takes some comfort in the familiarity of it all.
the other 2 times out of 10, he’s dipping in and out of libraries, book shops, etc.
has wondered on more than one occasion if it would be possible for him to explore the ocean floor now that he’s indestructible and doesn’t have to breathe.
has very recently been trying to transition into vegetarian vampirism. although he doesn’t feel quite the same bloodlust as other vampires his age, human blood still hits different u know
he is still pretty clueless about the vampire way of life. he knows the basics — don’t mess with the volturi, mostly — but that’s about it.
potential plots.
a shapeshifter who catches him on la push beach because oops ! how was he supposed to know about the treaty ! the encounter could lead to animosity between them, or maybe an uneasy friendship.
volturi connections ! bree died at the hands of the volturi, and he regrets that he didn’t do more to try to save her. he carries a strong hatred for the ruling vampire coven, but also a healthy dose of fear. they killed bree for being part of the army, so who’s to say they won’t do the same to him ?
fellow lonely nomads pls he needs company
someone who, for whatever reason, can push through his aversion field a little more than others. maybe friends ? c:
a human who sees him lurking around the college or library or bookstore. maybe they have the same interests as him, maybe they try to befriend him, etc.
literally anything u can think of ! bring me all the plots
[ anya taylor-joy. cis female. she/her. ] did you see JANE wandering around town ? they’ve been in forks for [ five weeks ] so they should be used to the storms. word around town is that they’re [ 1200+ / 18 & a vampire. ] people either describe them as [ devoted ] or [ merciless. ] there seems to be no in-between. well, when i think of them i picture [ cracked marble statues, thinly concealed rage & a burning steeple. ]
TW: PREGNANCY COMPLICATIONS, FIRE, DEATH
stats.
NAME. jane, last name unknown.
AGE. 1200+, changed at 18.
SPECIES. vampire, feeds on humans.
SEXUALITY. asexual, biromantic.
PROFESSION. member of the volturi guard.
ABILITIES. pain illusion.
background.
born somewhere around the turn of the eighth and ninth centuries, the dreadful name of “witch” has haunted jane since birth. jane entered the world mere minutes before alec, completely silent and with a heartbeat so faint that the midwife had first declared her dead. her first cry came only after her twin was born. it should have been a miracle. the midwife called it witchcraft.
the dark ages were unkind to the twins. after being caught amidst one too many inexplicable events, their small village turned against them. jane remembers little from this period of her life — her childhood memories hazy and blurred around the edges. the one thing that still clings to her, despite all the years, is the very first spark. a fiery rage was taking root inside of her. the very same rage that would one day consume her.
years later, the twins’ savior comes in the form of an ancient being, seemingly older than time itself. she does not comprehend what happens then — all she can feel is pain. pain from the skin-biting restraints tying her to the stake ; pain from the fire lapping at her feet ; and, finally, pain from the venom scorching through her veins.
jane’s life truly begins when she opens her crimson eyes. her newfound gift manifests her lifelong anger and pain into debilitating agony for others — an agony so strong that it brings down an enitre romanian army. standing alongside her twin, she effortlessly climbs the ranks of the prestigious volturi guard. it is a position she takes seriously, and further, it is one that grants jane the power and authority she’s always craved.
jane is unwavering in her devotion : first to alec, second to aro, and third to the volturi as a whole. as for everyone else ? well, frankly, she couldn’t care less. everyone else is beneath her, and she’ll make damn sure they know it.
she firmly believes in maintaining order and that fear is the most effective way to achieve said order. she is always the first to volunteer for a volturi mission — partially as an excuse to use her powers, and partially to prove her worth.
despite her seemingly aloof air of confidence, jane is frequently jealous of others. she likes being the center of attention and likes being one of the volturi’s most prized members. she doesn’t take well to people infringing on what’s hers.
she’s extremely quick to anger, and her natural instinct is to incite pain. ( she’s trying to keep that in check in forks tho — aka i won’t write that onto your character unless you give me permission to ! )
fun facts.
classically trained in most instruments ! she’s been alive since the dark ages. she needed something to keep her occupied.
despises the term witch. like a lot.
secretly fascinated by history and the morbidity of human nature. seeing how humans treat each other ( and how they used to treat her and alec ) justifies her own cruelty as a vampire, in some roundabout way.
very picky eater, both in her choice of victims and how she hunts. also, won’t feed on anyone she’s recently used her powers on. ( “it ruins the taste :/” )
fond of stereotypical elegant femininity — lace, hair bows, ruffles, mary janes, and the like.
might have some actual emotions deep, deep, deep down but you didn’t hear that from me.
potential plots.
volturi connections !!!!!!! who does she get along with ? who does she respect ? who does she put up with so she doesn’t upset the leaders ?
an enemy formed through extreme jealousy and hatred on jane’s part. maybe someone with abilities that oppose or upstage hers in some way ?
someone who she can use ( and has used ) her powers on, yet they don’t seem terrified of her like everyone else. like wtf.
an oblivious human — or maybe not so oblivious human — that keeps talking to her. to avoid raising suspicion in forks, she isn’t allowed to kill / hurt them. maybe they caught her playing their fav instrument and were interested, maybe she let slip some history fact that seemed a little too specific, etc. etc.
someone she ran into on her volturi travels. maybe they were the ones to break a rule and she was the one to serve punishment, maybe they interfered in some way, maybe they just bumped into one another, etc.
someone jane has somehow developed the most minuscule of cruses on, and she fucking despises them for it. ( doesn’t have to be requited whatsoever )
if there are any other sadist monsters out there perhaps they can be actual friends lmfao
literally anything u can think of ! bring me all the plots !!
