Vera Patras

I did it because I love you! 

— Medea /// (d.s)

we're gonna have so much fun together

girl bonding

“Police!” Growled Dylan as he came upon the closest robber, slamming him against the wall before they had time to react. The man went out cold. “Shit!” Shouted the other two, dropping what they’d taken and making a run for it. Dylan gave pursuit. Once upon a time, he’d been a man of action like this - chasing down the bad guys, stopping them by whatever means necessary. Returning to Oxford had put a stop to that for the most part: the only real ‘threat’ to society was the profound weirdness and chaos caused by the Belfront extended family. Despite their flaws, the Belfronts were essentially harmless. It felt good to be stretching his legs again, to be making an actual difference. He was a werewolf. He was gaining on them. The blast cracked in the dry air. It was still ringing in his ears when Dylan dropped, legs buckling beneath him in the alley. His heart felt dull and empty and red where it had been struck. “I’m going to die here,” he thought. “I’ll bleed out in this alleyway, just like Jackson.” The idea seemed distance, a bizarre, removed mind speaking into the void while Dylan collapsed in on darkness. He couldn’t have said how long it had been - but it wasn’t till he felt something: a dull thump against his leg that he found something concrete to crawl back towards. He fought to open his mouth and speak or his eyes and see, but even as the part of him that was werewolf woke to warn him a vampire was close, the thing in him that was human whispered, “Come closer.”

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she bent down, bringing her face closer to his lips. Not that she hadn’t heard him perfectly before, but more so that she could get a better smell of his blood before he actually died. As she did so, her eyes locked with his green, almost lifeless ones. Something about them caused her to keep the eye contact a second longer than necessary. What could this werewolf possibly want from her? 

Better you die than I

For Ariella’s sake, the younger vampire opted to take the high road (for now). Deciding it would be best to let himself cool off, Adrian made his way towards the door once again…but not before accidentally locking eyes with Vera.

Vera nodded, as if confirming this thought to herself. She turned back to her next customer, but after asking the dumb bastard to repeat his order twice, she realized she couldn't get the person she had seen out of her head. Turning,  she summoned one of the other bartenders on duty, commanding them to cover her. In a pointed, don't-bother-me manner, Vera  shoved her way through the crowd towards the exit in pursuit of the man who had caught her eye. If this man looked even somewhat like Adrian had, he was worth the inconvenience.

“Don’t be so rude, dear. I’ve yet to make the formal introductions. Vera, this is Allyson Bellefry, last of her pesky line and, Allyson, it seems you’ve already recognized your better in Vera Patras.” Cecilia’s lips curled upwards as Vera spoke. As her dearest and most trusted friend, Cecilia had told Vera in utmost secrecy what she had concealed from her own Maker, Ariella: she had a Progeny, Jackson Foster. Unfortunately, the Bellefry might have a suspicion if it, as she’d been the one to put Jackson in peril so dire only Cecilia’s blood could save him. “A Bellefry most certainly,” began the redhead. Her eyes bored into Allyson like embers. “This one in particular has put me through many travails, have you not, Allyson? Tell my friend what you did to my daughter. Or perhaps you’d like to answer for Jackson’s misery.” Allyson swallowed hard, trying to keep one eye on both vampires, even as Vera circled her and Celia stood where she was, arms crossed over her chest. “I never meant for it to end that way,” she spluttered. “That’s the reason I gave up Hunting!” “How touching,” spat Cecilia and Allyson flinched. “I think I’m in a mind to tell you the story myself, Vera,” began the vampiress, her blue eyes sliding from the similar hues of the ex-Hunter to meet the chocolate orbs of her friend. “We were in Germany, Elaine and I, when this slip of a girl thought to stop us. She used every trick in her quite literal book of Hunting to ensnare my child and built it into a trap for me.” Cecilia moved now herself, approaching the little blond, her eyes still pointedly fixed on Vera. Her own culpability in the event was something she preferred to overlook - and more to the point, wasn’t known to Jackson - but that would not do now. “I could not allow her to harm my child, but as this young Huntress ought to have known, I’m far too old to not have realized it was a trap. I sent…emissaries to stop her. Happening by, Jackson witnessed Allyson’s distress and stepped in. He saved her life that night…and lost his own. And it’s her fault.” Allyson turned her gaze away from Celia, turning to Vera as she realized Celia was clearly in no mood to hear reason and, furthermore, the elder vampiress was certainly the greater threat. “I never meant for him to get hurt. I didn’t even know him. And Celia…” “Your family’s been chasing me for centuries and you wished to end me before your line dies with you, I’d wager. Now, Vera, how shall we punish this little fool?”

In a brief moment of clarity, her eyes finally left Allyson, instead turning to her dear friend. "What if, Celia," she mused, taking a step away from Allyson for the first time since they had encountered her. "What if we made her the thing she hates so much? Show her exactly what she did to Jackson that night." Her brows rose as her idea really began to take hold. "Though of course, she doesn't deserve the gift... at all." she added, briefly looking over her shoulder at the pathetic girl behind her and then turning to Celia to see her reaction to her idea. 

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