#fcrksstarter

❝ if you’re over there trying to be sneaky, i truly, from the very bottom of my heart, pity you. and if you’re just looking to be noticed, well, congratulations, you’ve very much succeeded, love, ❞ kate called out ⸺ bright golden eyes still closed and body lax from where she reclined atop a large, moss-covered boulder. she’d just gotten finished with a hunt a short while ago, and had decided to take a bit of a rest and get some blissful time to herself. she’d thought, as deep into the forest she’d intentionally traversed, that she wouldn’t run the risk of coming across anyone else. it was just her luck to have the contrary, wasn’t it? oh well. ❝ is there something you wanted? ❞ 

felicity just needed to rant to someone about something that happened. since she was turned into a vampire, felicity never left volterra much unless it was for a battle situation. the vampire’s ability wasn’t exactly used except for that, mostly because she refused to use the peace side of her ability. she has been very vengeful for the past three hundred years and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.  she heard someone near her, “why are some people such creeps? i mean, this person said with weirdest pick-up line then expected that i will give them my number.” she ranted.

the newborn vampire was pleased that when she was turned she had self-control since it allowed her to be around humans a lot sooner than most newborns. her eyes were still bright red, she tried to wear contacts, but they didn’t last long and it was late at night, so she doubted no human would notice if she ran into any of them. hope had a light with her and sat in the grass, painting the night sky. she loved coming out here at night and painting the night life here. the vampire heard something and held up her paint brush as a weapon, she still wasn’t use to being a vampire and being able to defend herself. “who is there?”