queens blvd

When Maggie wrapped her arms around Farah, there was a moment of paralyzing fear. The strong arms gliding around her waste, for a moment felt like a grab. As though another vampire was scooping her up. It was only when she felt the softness; the hesitation when she realized it was Maggie. She let out a breath and leaned into the chilling hold. She smiled lightly and leaned back for a moment, head tilting back to look at her. Those crimson eyes, while terrifying, filled her with ease. “I don’t think they stock these often enough to make a meal,” she murmured as she looked at the machine. “You know, this late we would need to go to Port Angeles…”

It would give them a chance to talk. She was concerned. It seemed like changing her had been put on Maggie’s back burner right when it was at its most pressing. It was a conversation she needed to have. “I’m up for it if you are?” She grinned a little and pocketed the coins before grasping her hand in hers tightly. She glanced back at the machine for a moment and forno reason at all besides to impress, she knocked a candy bar off the shelf. Why bring coins at all? Well, she rarely stole. She was hungry though so it was a win win. She grabbed it and tilted her head a little. “How was hunting?” She asked with a grin. Likely disturbing and littered with homicide but still.

for a brief second, maggie felt bad for startling farah. however, as she relaxed, an soft chuckle  escaped from the back of her throat. she looked down towards farah, pressing her lips against her girlfriend's cheek. "a vending machine isn't fit to be a meal anyways, cheetos and snickers are disgusting." she said, her nose crinkling at the idea of eating them. for nearly two-hundre d years, the vampire found human food absolutely repulsive...but she had to make sure farah was taken care of.

“Well, happy hunting,” Farah mused with a soft smile as the stone cold arm she’d been resting against receded. So soon, but she understood. If not now, then when? All she wanted to do was curl up and make some plans other than baths in gloriously crafted bathtubs. She didn’t like seeing her leave, but it wasn’t as if she could go with her vampiric lover. When she was gone, Farah let out a long sigh and let the warm water taker her; sinking into it up to her shoulders. Her nails danced along the edge of the bath, and when she was sure that she was gone she even began to move it. Churning the bubbles out of boredom. It was safe to play when the hungry vampire was away… bloody noses weren’t always met with eyes of awe. Hunting took a while. She got out of the bath after a long while.

She wrapped herself in what was probably one of the nicest things she’d ever felt against her skin and wandered around the empty apartment. Void of any creature comforts to make it… unique and lived in. Farah was a bit of a slob. She was nervous looking at a place so immaculate. So, she sat on the bed and got dressed in her classic grey tank and black checkered pj pants. It was late.. The shrouded sun had set. Farah slipped off the bed and threw on a robe before grabbing a handful of quarters. She was hungry, and the vending machine downstairs had some goodies. She wandered down to the lobby to ponder, eyes raking over the selection of chips and candy.

maggie found herself a little too far outside of forks, so she allowed herself a big dinner, taking two, large drunk men for herself. she could taste the alcohol in them and swore if she could get drunk, she would be calling farah to come get her. it was already late, the sun had set at least two hours ago and she didn't want to keep farah waiting any longer. mags rushed home as fast as she possibly could, finding herself back in the town after little over an hour. to maggie, there was nothing like running through the trees at night. she could spend her entire life in the forest and never be bothered. a sigh slipped through her lips as she came to a slow hault, emerging from the trees to walk towards her apartment building.

“ why ? looking for a new reality ? “ bad joke salem bad bad joke. the human props his chin in his hand as he examines her. petite. pretty. primarily feeds off blood- another vampire. “ if it helps i’m looking for a housemate- but be warned i have a pet . you’re free to come check it out , “ salem’s voice drops just low enough for human ears to be unable to catch; “ provided you dont eat me of course “ the human spares her another glance, she is pretty even for a vampire but he cant help the jump in his chest as he decides august is even prettier. august didnt have much if any competition these days.

“ n o . “ vivienna cuts in smoothly, crimson eyes focused on the glass in her hand. there had been few good realtors in town- unfortunately for the newcomer, vivienna had just ate him. she casts a look at the other, dark lashes framing vibrant eyes. when she speaks its too low for the humans to hear but she knows her voice will carry strong to the other immortal. “ nomad ? or coven ?? “

   “ no more chasing, yeah? “ august asks, knows that there’s a truth behind it because now that he knows she’s alive still ( mostly ) then there’s almost no chance he’ll leave forks without her and the coven in tow. “ it’s not some giant house but it does well for keeping me undercover. where are you staying? “

“Do you remember their faces?” Fiona asked hesitantly. Human memories were so difficult. She didn’t even like seeing them… so foggy and unclear, with limited color. They were quiet, but then so loud and confused at times. Vampire memories were far easier to navigate. That being said, it didn’t matter. She could only see what she remembered. “I just… I don’t remember anything, other than our brother… he got sick,” she paused a moment. “But I looked into it, and our sister married and she had four children… she was doing well,” Fiona looked at her hands a little. “But I don’t remember our parents… or anyone other than you,”

“Would you ever switch to animals?” Farah asked curiously, eyes on hers. She knew that the idea was probably as repulsive to Mags as tofu was to Farah, but she was curious too. If they did that, then they could acclimate to human life. Be normal. Make friends. Have the things vampires forsake. Then there was the morality of it. Farah wasn’t sure how she felt about killing for a meal. She wasn’t sure if that would change. How much would?

the longer mags admired farah, the more comfortable she felt around the human again. before, it didn't matter how long she had gone without hunting or how loud farah's pulse was, she could be around her without wincing. now, she was beginning to fall back in line. maggie narrowed her eyebrows as farah spoke of hunting animals, a disgusted look falling over her pale features. "it wasn't great...the hunt was rather thrilling. but i'm not too fond of having to work for a meal. i suppose if i settled into the habit that it could be something to get used to." she shrugged, thinking over the idea. it would definitely make things easier between the two of them.

“Well, Angela Weber,” Fiona smiled softly as she tilted her head, looking her over without shame. She could already tell by the flush of her cheeks that she was at least visually interested. “I’ve had a hard time making friends since I’ve arrived… Maybe after my shift, if you’re free… you could show me where to get a decent milkshake?” Her tone was soft. “I had this place back home that was perfect, but I haven’t been able t’find anything close.”

“Her-” she corrected. For somebody who considered herself a little manic or chaotic, she followed the law. Religiously. Without question or hesitation, but she didn’t feel this was the time for preaching about what was and what wasn’t allowed in her sisters relationship. Still, she looked like she’d swallowed a frog. “No, I mean, not unless you want me to… I just have an odd… request,” she bit her lip hesitantly. Sometimes people didn’t understand. “Do you remember a lot? About… us? My first newborn hours weren’t really spent trying to recall… but I know so little about you, and what I do isn’t through your eyes.”

She dipped her hand into the bath and grinned a little lightly before reaching out and turning the taps once again with her telekinetic grip. The ringing in her ears only hurt a little, but she knew she was long off any kind of legitimate issues. She slipped into it; dipping down to her shoulders in hot water and bubbles. She hummed contently; the smell of lavender filling the air. Hesitantly she reached up her hand. “Can you come closer? I won’t… kiss you again, or get too close I just…” she chuckled and pushed herself up, resting her arms on the edge of the tub. “I could hold your hand… you could tell me what you’ve been doing since you’ve been gone.”

maggie tilted her head to the side, shrugging her shoulders just slightly. "i have been trying to hunt outside of forks..but i suppose i am opportunistic." she explained, a slight sense of humor slipping through her words. "i can hunt before tonight, if that's what you want." she said, a small smile playing across her lips. farah could ask for the entire world and maggie would find some way to give it to her. this simple request was no big deal, as it was something she needed and wanted to do.