#derek--sun

“Such a bold question! And a mystery many minds far wiser than yours have contemplated. Is it from enviable genetics? Morning stretches with the sunrise? Swimming after nymphs up rivers? Or is it all an illusion, and I’ve no ass to my name?” 

Derek & Isabella

“Derek, open the door.” Isabella called, rapping on the door for the millionth time as she carried several fresh blood bags from the cafeteria in her purse. She had seen the vampire limp back to the grounds, clutching his side. She had no idea what had happened but the faint scent of blood lingering the air as well as the drops of blood that trailed behind him and stopped at his door step had Isabella jumping into action.

The witch could hear a groan of protest from behind the door. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying exactly, but if she had to hazard a guess it was somewhere along the lines “Piss off” or whatever flowery language Derek decided to throw her way. With a flick of her wrist, she quickly undid the locks that kept her temporarily at bay and stepped inside the Vampire’s lavish, albeit incredibly crowded, living space.

As she waltzed off stage Melisande spotted Jennie in the crowd- happy Jennie with her big grin, bright eyes, and unwavering optimism. She had to gather up the skirt of her floor length dress to make it down the steps, for once brushing off her various admirers to make her way to the girls’ side. Though really they hadn’t been acquainted too long Melisande found herself drawn to her new undead friend, perhaps because she seemed so easy to talk too.

“And this is why I love it” Melisande boasts to the blonde upon reaching her, audience members still clamoring for her attention, Gripped with an idea the siren takes her friends arm and leans in to tell her “y’know what it went so well we should celebrate! I#ll meet you at the bar in a moment?” Mel cocks her head to indicate the crowd “I’ll just talk with them for a bit”

After briefly thanking her fans Melisande promises to see them again soon and heads to the bar. If she stuck around too long the haze tended to clear from their minds and they got a little more annoying, so the siren tended to duck out before they were fully cognizant. She found Jennie just off to the side and made a small gesture to wave over Silas “My usual please doll and whatever Jennie’s having” when he was gone Melisande launched into her topic for the evening- herself. “This is what I was trying to explain to you the other day! I don’t do it to hurt anyone- I never wanted that, I do it because they love me for it and who doesn’t love to be loved?!” she giggles, taking a sip of her drink “can dead people get drunk? Lets test it. I think you’d make a fun drunk.”

Jennie & Casey

"Yo, what uuuuuup peeps." Came Casey's voice over the walkie talkie. She couldn't hear it, but she was almost sure that in that second, maybe about half the people that were listening groaned and turned their walkie talkies off. It didn't bother Casey either. Her tone was casual and flippant on purpose. The same voice she always used when she made a park wide walkie talkie announcements for snack requests. Much different from her normal voice or a more serious tone she'd take in the event of another park wide emergency. Last thing she needed was people turning the talkies off when they all needed to get their asses in gear. But for the time being, the lack of listeners was a good thing. She just hoped that there was one person on the line still listening. 

Since the last full moon, to say that Casey was worried about the zombie girl's wellbeing was an understatement. As hunter, worrying about people came with the job, but also came the detachment. After a hunt and case was done, usually it was onto the next case, onto the next town, and she and her partner in crime would never see the people they saw ever again. But things were different here at the park. She had saved someone and now she had to stay around them.

Casey always kept people at a slight mental distance, but with Jennie… it was a little bit different. Maybe it was because there was some common ground: Both of them had their arms ripped off by some bigger, badder and more aggressive monster. Yeah, Jennie got her arm back ( a serious perk of being undead), but the strange bond was still there. Casey understood the trauma that came with it and that's what had her on the walkie talkie today.

"Jennie, you there? Change to channel 4." Casey said after a few moments, once she was sure enough people had put their walkies away. "Uh, soooooo…. you feeling alright?"

What are their feelings on love?

When Isabella thinks about how she feels about love, she thinks about her late husband. Despite the pain she feels over his loss, she does remember the good times. To her, love is warm and kind; it's support and trust. And with Matteo it was all those things and more. Right now, in terms of love, Isabella is not certain if she'll ever feel that with anyone else or if she should. Now when Isabella thinks, all she feels is confusion.  She's constantly conflicted between feeling like it's time for her to move on because Matteo would want her to be happy and feeling like she shouldn't move on.

Someone tells them that they have feelings for them, how to they react?

Who is their most memorable love?

i. his wife, Naira, the one who held his heart for two decades before leaving, before destroying him. No, before he drove her away.ii. Alice. His oldest daughter. His beautiful baby girl- a woman now, one he lost the chance to know. She has his dimples. They suit her better.iii. the twins. Still so young when they left. Even as he’s watched them from the sidelines, secretly seen them grow, they’re forever the giggling girls to him, eager for their first day of school.

What is their ideal date like?

He used to take Naira for long rides on his bike. Wind and sun and arms around his chest. There was a little stand about an hour up the highway, with these blackberries so fresh and plump that it didn’t seem possible. They’d load up the hard pack and take the long way home, and when they got there, he would pester her in the kitchen while she baked them into the kind of pie that made you believe in heaven.

Now?

“It makes for wonderful grease fires, so... pretty positive! I don’t hate myself enough to eat the stuff, though. It smells rancid.