#gdfrey

              𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀𝐍   ( 𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐿. )

Ballet had always been her passion and that hadn't changed since she was turned into a vampire. It may have limited her ability to continue working with the ballet company she had been contracted to when she was still human, as how could she be expected to explain the new changes she was experiencing, among other things. Ballet had been halted for several years - decades, actually. Almost two full centuries to be exact, before she reclaimed her love and desire. This time she wasn't fastening up her slippers and enduring harsh lessons on the tips of her toes. This time she ran the schools that offered girls a chance to express themselves and perform in shows they only dreamed of being part of. The same way she had in the eighteenth century.

❝ I told myself I wasn't going to be one of those pitiful vampires living in the dark shadows gorging on rats for food, doing nothing with the eternal life I was given. ❞ A lighthearted laugh left her, although that could have very well happened if she hadn't taken a stronger stand against Abraham when she departed from his side. She could have slipped into the shadows and hidden herself away from him the rest of the world. Instead, she turned back to ballet, the only thing she had left from her living, breathing human side.

❝ I opened up a ballet school back home in Russia. I opened another not too long ago in New York. Ideally, I'd like to open one up in California, perhaps. ❞ She smiled fondly then. ❝ It's my way of being part of this world even if I sometimes feel so far from it. Does that make sense? ❞

“Give me the remote! I said, give me the remote!” Her voice was desperate as her barely five-foot frame struggled to wrestle the remote from the other person’s firm grip. She couldn’t let them see what was on the television—an old re-airing of Dance Academy, the hit reality show she had starred in as a teenager.

attention remains fixated entirely on the book displayed upon the shop's counter, manicured french tips rapidly go through the paragraphs, until she reaches the bottom of the page, shuts the book closed and raises her gaze to glare at the young man lingering closer to the grandfather clock.

she laughs, chiming of unhinged bells, half-naked and displayed on his mattress as she shoots the white powder up her nostril -- while cocaine isn't her drug of choice ( violence will always be her number one addiction ), there's still a pleasant feeling of euphoria she experiences, like the sweet memories of warmth summer nights on the firefly farmhouse porch getting high with otis. and because baby knows men from a to z, even more so when they are under the influence, she can tell he's struggling to somehow supress the need to talk about his urges. she's told the young man, up and front, that she's killed her way into hemlock grove, one truck stop at a time ( says it like it's something funny and cool and exciting, like when she'd tell captain spaulding about her hunting hogs with RJ in the woods ), and he looks amused, and she knows he wants to know more.

savage beast knows to recognize its fellow predator.

her miracle. swathed in muslin & bathed in moonlight ; every secret in existence locked away in nearly bald head, all to be forgotten by the time she spoke her first dazzling words - such was the way of the universe, you were only allowed to know for as long as the secrets would be kept.

roman's presence within the room was technically far less of a miracle, though as tall figure approached, letha's expression said otherwise. 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝐻𝒜𝒱𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝒩, would have been a fair response, given the lack of enthusiasm the man had shown towards his new niece, or even the fact that his cousins luckily hadn't bled out like a sacrificial pig, but what good would bringing it up have possibly done? the actions of others could not be controlled, but letha's reaction to his absense was completely up to her - and she would choose to forgive and forget, the overwhelming love in her heart far too strong to let the moment be ruined.

❛      this has been . . . a spectacularly strange few months,     ❜ she would agree in her own way, not fully admitting that it had been AWFUL, but acknowledging that it had been different. as words were spoken roman was all but dragged towards the window, slow pace ensuring that the moment wouldn't be ruined by stitches ripping and letha's internal organs spilling out onto the floor. ❛ this thing is pretty cool though. it's a baby - you might remember seeing it a little while ago? y'know, before you totally forgot about both of us? ❜ okay, so maybe a little pettiness was still on the menu.

❛ you wanna hold her? she's a really good sleeper, she won't wake up. ❜