“Look, it’s just a fever. Just drink some cold water and take some Tylenol, rest plenty. You’ll make it through this. I'll write you a note for work if you need one.”

   emeline noticed a phone call from her son, answering right away. it was early hours of the morning after the supermoon, and while she knew she didn’t have to worry about him — she did. full moons were incredibly dangerous in town. 

Seeing the other trudging through the snow, she couldn’t help but make conversation —— and resist every urge to feed off of them. She had a job, she had to keep her human cover, especially because she was raising a child there. “I hope you’re going through the snow for a perfectly logical reason as well,” Emeline said, a smile on her face as she tried to keep her balance on the slick ice.

WHERE EMELINE LIVED THROUGH THE YEARS:

1369 — 1398: York, England

1398 — 1413: Bruges, Belgium

1413 — 1452: Ghent, Belgium  ** She started to feel a lot more willing to stay in locations once the population grew at this point.

1452 — 1656: Paris, France

1656 — 1780: Rome, Italy

1780 — 1884: London, England

1884 — 1917: New York, New York

1917 — 1945: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 

1945 — 1969: London, England

1969 — 1989: New York, New York

1989 — 2004: Marion, Louisiana

2004 — 2010: New Orleans, Louisiana

2010 — 2011: Manchester, England

   emeline was surprised when she saw who bid on her. it was the man from the bookstore  ——  ty. it wasn’t unwanted by any means, making the vampire feel a bit lucky. she could’ve gotten plenty of people that weren’t wanted  ——  her sire, ryder, specifically  —— and she noticed how some people didn’t get the ones that they wanted. poor xavier, emeline thought to herself. not that she thought it was right that he was chasing that woman.

she stood outside of the restaurant, not wanting to enter without her date. the heels were killing her feet already  ——  why did she even bother? he was bound to still tower over her anyways  —— and she felt horribly underdressed in her floral, knee-length dress. oh well. this was well-deserved, right? she needed to at least try to date around a bit. it was already a century since her last love  ——  no, she wasn’t trying to find love. this was casual.