BLOOD//sin

Bella could feel the tension around her, electric, highly unwanted. Moving back was already difficult enough, so any more changes only stressed the mortal. She stared towards the books that should’ve been sorted back into their shelves by now, however Bella had been working on some general cleaning while her boss wasn’t around. Although she loved working here, she had to acknowledge the elephant in the room - dirt, all around. Her stress cleaning turned into what she could only describe as therapeutic, and, one the bookstore looked somewhat clean, Bella moved towards the shelves to sort them all back to their various categories. Fishing - check, media - check, -- she couldn’t get to the next book. Juggling five books at once wasn’t her best idea, neither were shoes with laces which were prone to untie itself without her realizing. 

──IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome Isabella „Bella“ Swan to the harvest. however, in myth they were once known as Isabella „Bella“ Swan, as a Shadow-Graced Mortal. we might have mistaken them as Sofia Carson. appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for 19 years, and their face reflects an age of 19. as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in Marbrooke and are noted as a Resident. they’re known for being a literature major & part time bookstore employee.

Bella Swan -- POWER IMMUNITY --  The ability to be immune to certain or all powers and their effects.

Juliet Capulet -- KISS OF DEATH --  The ability to be able to kill someone with a kiss.

Dante Montfort -- SIN MANIPULATON --  The power to manipulate the sins of oneself and others.

Ruby Moone --  WEAPON CREATION/PROFICIENCY --  The ability to create, understand and use any and all weapons with the proficiency of a master.

Vlad III Dracula -- BLOOD MANIPULATION --  The power to manipulate blood, whether it's from oneself, others or free-flowing.

Elena Gilbert -- EMPATHIC HEALING --  The power to heal others' emotional wounds and/or burdens.

Lilith Adin -- BIOLOGICAL MANIPULATION --  The power to manipulate all aspects of a living creature's biological make-up.

                                 damien enjoyed the silence he found with the other.  the tension?  could be resolved, but if it wasn’t for the blood moon,  pressures from his boss and among other things: he wouldn’t feel trapped in unknown territory. for damien it was often known that he was alone  ———  the lone wolf who often hunted by himself and grew comfortable being drawn out from the pack. 

gently taking the beverage from ruby,  his eyes watch her for a moment while a smirk forms on his face.  she talked far too much,  but it made it easier for him when he had little to say or produce.  gently clicking the metal release - his drink cracks open.  the fuzziness could be heard if ruby wasn’t seemingly tripping up on her own words. 

                                ❛   oh  ?   ❜  damien offers a genuine smirk.  although, the concern forms on his lips.  he wasn’t all bad nor was he all good.  he had simply formed his life at the opinion that at any given moment: it could be over.   ❛   why would you care so much ?  you should know enough about yourself before giving into the idea of what something thinks of you.  or whatever most guru’s preach these days.  ❜

He didn’t seem to understand her just then. Yes, Damien’s mere presence shut Ruby down, down to someone more insecure and lost in some ways. No one really knew about her actual job, about her ‘track record’. She believed him to be similar to her, and, next to a bond she couldn’t quite explain, Ruby had to approach him now. The blood moon made her curious, desperate, even. 

She lost herself in his eyes right after she stopped rambling. Paired with his words, Ruby just looked at him in awe. “I only believe in myself these days, not in what anyone says, really. I mean, maybe I’m just trying to find someone to confide in. And you--” Ruby quickly took a sip from her drink and suppressed a smile. “I just think we’re kindred spirits. Similar in some aspects.” Ruby wrapped her fingers around the bottle and looked down onto the table, blushing slightly. “I should be scared of you -- but I ain’t. Aren’t you the wolf everyone talks about? So, naturally, I should be afraid, right?” She bit her lip.

                                              ❛   oh  ?   ❜   she smiles softly at what seems to be a compliment. the tension in the room could be noted as electric. gently placing her hands into her pockets she moves from the counter towards the living space.  ❛  like everyone else?  ❜  she asks with a curious smirk before gesturing him to follow.  ❛   i’ll give you the tour. i even have a pool house.  ❜ serena managed to relax in the presence of the other. 

gently moving through the narrow hall she points to various rooms, offering small comments with an occasional smile and nervous laugh. serena had been lucky to live in the estate she did. in her wing alone she had various rooms for various hobbies and downtime.   ❛  ───── thanks for coming over. i appreciate the company. how are things with the council?   ❜

Dante scoffed and took a step into her direction, before, finally, following her around. Wherever she went, he’d follow, like a magnet. “I feed on the pleasure of others. Right now, you are one of few who aren’t completely lost and scared. My hunger isn’t just mental, ya know?” Dante stared at her with curiosity, as if its intensity would reveal anything about her, anything that could potentially draw her closer to him. His mere aura was enough to most, but she wasn’t just.. mortal nor easily manipulated in any way. “More and more vampires are raiding the cities and I’m mostly starving,” he admitted, “there’s not enough pleasure for Incubi to feed on. Unless,” he caught up towards her “you are willing to provide.” A lazy grin is all he could manage. One hand of his found its way towards her neck, which he caressed softly.

Over the course of nearly one thousand years, Romeo’s memory of Juliet had become severely distorted. In his poems, he referred to her hair as chestnut, to her eyes as stars, and to her heart as solid gold. As she stood before him now, he was equally as struck by the fact that her hair was more of a raven black as he was by the blood that covered her lips. “Juliet,” he repeated, addicted to the taste of her name on his tongue. It wasn’t unusual for him to see his wife, (or rather, the image he had created of her when his memories faded), in other women, which was to say that he found himself in such a situation every century or so — chasing a woman whose hair changed colors in the sun and whose eyes were shaped like almonds. None of the women had ever answered to the correct name though, just as he knew they wouldn’t. The fact that she did, that the millennium long chase was finally over, disappointed him for a reason he couldn’t understand.

“You mustn’t believe everything you see, darling.” Her desolate words broke his heart. Instinctively, he stepped towards her, eager to comfort his love in her time of misery. His hands reached out to caress her face. “I see you,” he whispered. “I see you, Juliet. I see you, and I won’t leave you.” Romeo’s face was contorted with heartache as he pushed the woman’s dark hair away from her face, away from the blood. “Oh, you’re covered in blood, darling. A mortal’s blood? What a mess you’ve made…” He pressed his forehead to her’s and tried to breath in her scent, but smelled only that of the dead mortal. “What a mess we’ve made.”

Perhaps she wasn’t the same woman he had married, but he wasn’t the same man, either. Still, they were husband and wife. He had longed to hold his wife in his arms for more years than he could count. “Come with me,” he begged. “Come home with me. Let me help you.”

A vampire’s emotions are heightened, meaning sadness turns into depression, excitement into ecstasy and anger into full on rage. All Juliet could feel, right now, was an overwhelming lot of disbelief and happiness. Her life hadn’t been worth living ever since her death, as if all the blood in the world wouldn’t be able to finally sate her. Something had always remained missing; a part of her remained out of reach, seemingly lost forever, and now? That part had returned to her without her really looking. All these years of mourning at his grave -- the reality seemed too good to be true. “Romeo,” she repeated his name just as much as her eyes filled with tears. She remembered him to be shorter than he was now -- he’d grown tall, or she just remembered him differently. Shorter hair, too, yet he smelled all the same -- a smell she’d remembered for the last centuries. Yet, now it did smell a lot more like wolf, something she knew, but could now correctly place. Had he always been one? Maybe her own family knew all along and Verona hadn’t just been a battleground between two families, but rather -- species. It didn’t matter. None of it. They were together at last. After all the suffering, the devastation -- a light at the end of the tunnel. 

──  the world has fallen silent and the darkness has arrived. the depths of magic introduces LILITH ADIN, a HIGHFOLK noctis. as they crawl to the surfaces of earth, one might just say they look like MEGAN FOX and believe they’re 7000+ every creature has a purpose and we know this one is on a path of DESTRUCTION and in the end they will STAND BY their species

additional info

Lilith is the first noctis in existence.

thankful for her gift of life, she asked for a mortal companion -- thus the mother created Adam, a young, handsome mortal

she immediately grew attached to him, though as he ended up trying to dominate her, Lilith fled

chaos, seduction, ungodliness and independence are her attributes.

She loves to shapeshift and pose as someone else -- it’s her main source of chaos (some faceclaims I would like to use, are, and will be limited to Jon Kortajarena, Demet Özdemir & Manny Montana if that’s okay.)