☾Ladies Of The Dark☽

A mysterious smile, before she breaks out into a cheerful laugh, nodding. ❛ That WOULD be me. ❜  It isn’t often they get visitors, particularly to the home, and watches the woman with naked curiousity evident in dark ochre eyes, another smile flitting across her face. ❛ How can I help ? ❜     

alt="image"/> "I'm Alex...Jacob's sister," she confessed before taking a glance around, "I remember Bella saying something about how you were really into clothes and I, uh, was kind of hoping you could or would help me?"

“No your highness,” she rolled her eyes, “She just thinks you’ve got a mean hangover and knowing you it’s probably not a total lie”. Leave it to Madison to not even appreciate Mac keeping her biggest secret. “Well since you don’t need anything I’m going back downstairs,” she mused heading to the door.

“I don’t fucking have a hangover, bitch.” Madison snapped back in response. “I’m sick. You know the kind of sick mom said never to talk about?” The starlet witch did appreciate her sister but she was just not the type to come out and say it on her own. “Don’t leave.” She suddenly called out giving her sister a pleading look. “Thanks for covering for me so she won’t get in my business.” The blonde couldn’t stand Cordelia and her ‘concerned’ act and wouldn’t have wanted the woman to come up and try to check on her. 

Mackenzie reluctantly stopped just as she reached the door. She silently debated over whether or not she should stay where she was normally not wanted but, she did say thank you. She sighed as she turned back around, “I know you don’t have one. "I only meant you’ve had enough to fake one if you had to…and your welcome.”

“I beg to differ,” she mumbled, “why are we here again?”

“To try and find something that might help us out with this crazy fiasco”

"Great...I escape one crazy house just to find myself in another one.."

“Hey.” She says, fighting back tears, as her lips tremble.

Mackenzie sighed, “alright, what happened?”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s-it’s stupid.” She says. It was stupid. She was upset about Jeremy again, the epitome of something stupid. She never learns. “You don’t care, it’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care.”

“It’s just-just Jeremy. Again. I’ll get over it. I always do.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to get over it alone. Tell me exactly what happened.”

She sighs before starting to talk, taking a deep breath in hopes of stopping the tears. “I was hanging out with him and he got a call from Vicki. He told her he was busy at first, but I told him to go. It’s where he wanted to be. It’s where he’ll always want to be.” She takes another deep breath, feeling the tears well in her eyes. “He’ll always pick her, even though she doesn’t deserve him. She’ll always leave him, always treat him like shit, but he keeps going back. And I’d never do that to him, but he doesn’t even notice.” She looks up at Mackenzie, tears in her eyes. “Why won’t he ever pick me? Why do I even care? He’ll never notice me, never like me like that, but I still……” She can’t finish the sentence, can’t say it out loud. She looks ahead, not able to look the other girl in the eyes anymore. “I tell myself to get over it, that it’s useless, but I can’t help it. I just…. I want it to stop. I want these feelings to stop!”

“Hey,” she mused softly, placing a comforting hand over hers, “don’t beat yourself up over this. You and I both know Jeremy is missing a few screws up there. Plus he’s a guy and guys aren’t the best at reading signs or taking hints. Have you ever tried telling him exactly how you feel? He probably doesn’t even realize what doing and I’m sure he’d hate to see you like this.”

“I’ll get over it, okay? I always do. And, besides, Vicki will get tired of him soon and then she’ll be gone. Not that he’d choose me afterwards, but at least he can be with someone who doesn’t treat him like shit. Someone who makes him happy and makes him smile, without getting him high or making him feel like he’s special because she decides it. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.” But Daisy isn’t sure who she’s trying to convince.

“I’ll be fine, okay? I always am. I just need some time.”

"What you need to do is tell him the truth. Tell him how you feel. Otherwise this will just keep happening. You say you'll be fine but face it Daisy...you're never just fine...besides you've got way more to offer than Icky Vicky."

“Hey.” She says, fighting back tears, as her lips tremble.

Mackenzie sighed, “alright, what happened?”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s-it’s stupid.” She says. It was stupid. She was upset about Jeremy again, the epitome of something stupid. She never learns. “You don’t care, it’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care.”

“It’s just-just Jeremy. Again. I’ll get over it. I always do.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to get over it alone. Tell me exactly what happened.”

She sighs before starting to talk, taking a deep breath in hopes of stopping the tears. “I was hanging out with him and he got a call from Vicki. He told her he was busy at first, but I told him to go. It’s where he wanted to be. It’s where he’ll always want to be.” She takes another deep breath, feeling the tears well in her eyes. “He’ll always pick her, even though she doesn’t deserve him. She’ll always leave him, always treat him like shit, but he keeps going back. And I’d never do that to him, but he doesn’t even notice.” She looks up at Mackenzie, tears in her eyes. “Why won’t he ever pick me? Why do I even care? He’ll never notice me, never like me like that, but I still……” She can’t finish the sentence, can’t say it out loud. She looks ahead, not able to look the other girl in the eyes anymore. “I tell myself to get over it, that it’s useless, but I can’t help it. I just…. I want it to stop. I want these feelings to stop!”

“Hey,” she mused softly, placing a comforting hand over hers, “don’t beat yourself up over this. You and I both know Jeremy is missing a few screws up there. Plus he’s a guy and guys aren’t the best at reading signs or taking hints. Have you ever tried telling him exactly how you feel? He probably doesn’t even realize what doing and I’m sure he’d hate to see you like this.”

“I’ll get over it, okay? I always do. And, besides, Vicki will get tired of him soon and then she’ll be gone. Not that he’d choose me afterwards, but at least he can be with someone who doesn’t treat him like shit. Someone who makes him happy and makes him smile, without getting him high or making him feel like he’s special because she decides it. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.” But Daisy isn’t sure who she’s trying to convince.

“Its my party and I’ll dance on the stair railings if I want to.” Damon said, He smirked. he knew it worried the other, But he was a vampire and it was his birthday so he was doing to do what he liked.

“Fine,” Vanessa gave in with a simple chuckle, “whatever you say Gramps. Just don’ t break anything…”

“Hey.” She says, fighting back tears, as her lips tremble.

Mackenzie sighed, “alright, what happened?”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s-it’s stupid.” She says. It was stupid. She was upset about Jeremy again, the epitome of something stupid. She never learns. “You don’t care, it’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care.”

“It’s just-just Jeremy. Again. I’ll get over it. I always do.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to get over it alone. Tell me exactly what happened.”

She sighs before starting to talk, taking a deep breath in hopes of stopping the tears. “I was hanging out with him and he got a call from Vicki. He told her he was busy at first, but I told him to go. It’s where he wanted to be. It’s where he’ll always want to be.” She takes another deep breath, feeling the tears well in her eyes. “He’ll always pick her, even though she doesn’t deserve him. She’ll always leave him, always treat him like shit, but he keeps going back. And I’d never do that to him, but he doesn’t even notice.” She looks up at Mackenzie, tears in her eyes. “Why won’t he ever pick me? Why do I even care? He’ll never notice me, never like me like that, but I still……” She can’t finish the sentence, can’t say it out loud. She looks ahead, not able to look the other girl in the eyes anymore. “I tell myself to get over it, that it’s useless, but I can’t help it. I just…. I want it to stop. I want these feelings to stop!”

"Hey," she mused softly, placing a comforting hand over hers, "don't beat yourself up over this. You and I both know Jeremy is missing a few screws up there. Plus he's a guy and guys aren't the best at reading signs or taking hints. Have you ever tried telling him exactly how you feel? He probably doesn't even realize what doing and I'm sure he'd hate to see you like this."

“Figures,” she mused, “you’ve got that new girl, tourist vibe….I’m Mackenzie.”

“ Yikes, that bad? Yeah, maybe I should tone it down a bit and make it less noticeable. ” She places the camera back in it’s case, slinging the strap over her shoulder before nodding at the girl. “ Pretty name. I’m Connie. Nice to finally meet someone my age. Everyone I’ve managed to start a conversation with so far has been either five years over or under than me. ”

She simply chuckled with a slight amused smirk. "Contrary to popular belief, New Orleans isn't exactly jam pack with a permanent young crowd. It's residents usually consists of old people and their kids. Then the kids reach our age, leave, and once they're bored with the outside world they come back and continue the cycle.

“Its my party and I’ll dance on the stair railings if I want to.” Damon said, He smirked. he knew it worried the other, But he was a vampire and it was his birthday so he was doing to do what he liked.

“Fine,” Vanessa gave in with a simple chuckle, “whatever you say Gramps. Just don’ t break anything…”

“Hey.” She says, fighting back tears, as her lips tremble.

Mackenzie sighed, “alright, what happened?”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s-it’s stupid.” She says. It was stupid. She was upset about Jeremy again, the epitome of something stupid. She never learns. “You don’t care, it’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care.”

“It’s just-just Jeremy. Again. I’ll get over it. I always do.”

"Doesn't mean you have to get over it alone. Tell me exactly what happened."

“Hey.” She says, fighting back tears, as her lips tremble.

Mackenzie sighed, “alright, what happened?”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s-it’s stupid.” She says. It was stupid. She was upset about Jeremy again, the epitome of something stupid. She never learns. “You don’t care, it’s nothing.”

"It's obviously not nothing and I wouldn't ask if I didn't care."