About me: Aside from the bookies and movies, the only thing I've changed is she can remember all the torture she went through when she was a human and that's messed her up some. She's more dark and acts before she thinks through kinda girl now. (I write her my version and the pure canon version so don't be scared. I'm flexible with my writing :)
Who I'd like to meet: Family, Friends, Lovers along the way, Enemies to being out her dark side ;)
Lestat leaned against the bar of the Silver Flamingo, the club that was owned by him, a crystal glass of whiskey in hand, watching Alice intently as he recounts her tale through reading her memories. His crimson eyes glint under the clubโs dim, shifting lights under his sunglasses. A slow, dangerous smirk curves his lips as he takes a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a languid swirl when he spoke to her within her mind. He sensed her presence when she had entered.
"Ah, Alice, the sweet, intoxicating taste of rebellion suits you more than that pristine image they forced upon you. It was only a matter of time before the cracks in their porcelain doll began to show." He swirls the whiskey in his glass before taking a sip, his gaze piercing into her.
"They locked you away once, didnโt they? Made you think you were the problem. Sedated you, tortured you, broke you. And yet, here you are, alive, eternal, and far more dangerous than they ever anticipated. Deliciously ironic, isnโt it?"
He chuckles darkly, setting the glass down with a soft clink. "But donโt fool yourself into thinking youโve lost everything. On the contrary, Alice, youโve gained something most of them will never understand, freedom. No family to coddle or restrain you, no lover to play savior. Just you and that insatiable hunger. Itโs liberating, isnโt it? To finally give in."
Lestatโs voice drops to a silken murmur. "You danced tonight, fed tonight, felt the thrill of it coursing through you. And yet, youโre still holding on to the vestiges of guilt. Why? For their sake? They wouldnโt do the same for you, I assure you. Trust me, I know what itโs like to play the loyal fool. To suppress who you are for the sake of people who will never understand the fire burning inside you."
He tilts his head, studying her from afar as if she were a masterpiece heโs just begun to admire. "The Volturi donโt scare you? Good. Theyโre a bunch of bloated relics clinging to outdated rules. Let them come. Iโd love to see you tear through them, red eyes blazing, unchained, unstoppable."
Lestat offered a sly smile, his tone like velvet wrapping around a dagger. "Stay here in Vegas, if youโre so inclined. The Silver Flamingo always has room for someone like you, a little broken, a little dangerous, but infinitely more interesting than the sheep you used to surround yourself with. We could have quite the time, you and I." He raises his glass in a mock toast, his grin sharp and unapologetic. "To leaving the past behind, Alice. And to becoming exactly who you were always meant to be."
Jesse slipped through the crowded club, dodging dancers and weaving past flashes of neon light that threw everyoneโs faces into strange, distorted shades. He was here to make a quick deal - a simple drop-off, in and out. He kept his head down as he moved, eyes scanning for his buyer. The text said to meet in the bathrooms. The usual go-to shady spot for something like this, secluded from the music and private. As he reached the door, a petite woman with dark hair and piercing eyes slipped out of the menโs restroom. It wasnโt unusual to see a woman come out of the menโs bathroom in a place like this.
Weird, but hey, it was a club. People did all kinds of crazy stuff. Jesse shrugged it off, pushing the door open and stepping inside, already fishing a small baggie out of his jacket.
But the second he took in the room, he froze.
Slumped against the grimy tile near the sinks was some guy - out cold, eyes half-lidded, with a look that made Jesseโs stomach twist. The dude was ghostly pale, and his lips were tinged with a sickly blue. Jesse had seen enough overdoses to know when someone had gone too far, but thisโฆ this looked different. Like something had been drained out of him, leaving just an empty shell behind.
"Oh, hell noโฆ" Jesse muttered, backing up a step in panic. This wasnโt what heโd signed up for tonight. Jesseโs mind raced, heart thudding as he looked at the guy on the floor - and then turned, bolting through the door. It wasnโt his business, but every instinct screamed to tell someone. Maybe the security guards by the bar, or a few of the partygoers around him, but one glance at the crowd and he knew itโd be useless. They were all too far gone, lost in the music and their own worlds to notice, let alone care.
The guards? Theyโd probably just toss him out if he started rambling about some random dude passed out in the bathroom. And if they found what he had on himโฆ yeah, that would get him tossed out, and maybe even arrested. Jesse instinctively patted his jacket, feeling the weight of the little baggie he still had on him. Calling the cops? Out of the question. Last thing he needed was to end up in an interrogation room, grilled for hours while some psycho murderer was out there strolling the nightclubs.
"Goddamn it," He scanned the crowd again, searching for that woman. Took him a second, but there she was, dead center on the dance floor, swaying like she didnโt have a care in the world. Itโs too bad she turned out to be a psychopath, or she might have been his type. Still, not a total deal breaker.
Steeling himself, Jesse slipped through the crowd, weaving his way over to one of the guards by the door. He took a breath, trying to play it cool as he pointed her out among the crowd, locking eyes with the woman. "Yo, man, see that chick out there?" He nodded toward her, hoping the guard could see through the flashing lights. "Sheโฆ uh, she just left a guy in the bathroom who looks like heโsโฆ dead or somethinโ." He could only hope theyโd take it seriously, and that no one would care enough to search him while they were at it. God, he hoped that wasnโt his guy, he didnโt need that link. When he didnโt get the urgent response he was looking for right away, Jesseโs expression dropped with irritation and he turned to the guard more directly. "Maybe you should like, go look into that or somethinโ? I dunno, ask her about it?"
Hi love, I think perusing the darker side would be just fine! I like to switch things up a bit! If you see on the top right of my profile, Iโve got 3 ideas for storylines, one of which would be a more traditional path in Forks. The other two explore what would happen if our characters ended up in the Vampire diaries/Originals or Supernatural. ย
//Screw it I am just going to dive right in! Hello! Nice to meet you. :) Thank you for either adding or requesting me, appreciate it. My goal with this character is to have a vamp that doesnโt have it all together yet. He is new to immortality and is literally learning as he goes along. My aim is to be able to write with people in whatever verse they may be in. If you are interested in a story, let me know. I am also ridiculously excited to just get starters without discussions. Bring it on.ย You want a connection and it makes sense with our characters? Sure! Iโm also happy to just support and banter with you. I do have other characters on site though so patience is a must. I hope this finds you in the best of moods having a glorious day or evening. Thank you. -Julienโs Writer
//Yes, I know, another Stefan Salvatore and here you are getting a copy and paste greeting. Well first let me say thank you, thank you for either accepting or sending a request. Its great to meet you and always a good day to get to know a fellow writer. This is my first time playing this character and being in this verse. I am very excited to get some plots going. I will say though that this is not my only character on this site so I dont plan on taking on too many. Time being the factor more than anything. That being said, I hope to write with you, get to know you, banter with you, read your writing and all that good stuff. May this find you having a killer day.....ha! Okay,shutting up now. Chat with you soon. ~The Rippers Writer
//Darling,you are already in my veins" -Author Unknown Thank you kindly for the request. (^,..,^) I thought Iโd give you a bit about my character. I will write up a full bio when I am not busy snacking on tourists. I appreciate your time and look forward to discussing soon.
My character I tend to keep rather simple, she is just short of 600 years old. She lived around 1450 in Puerto Rico, she was a Taino Indian on the island, she was turned in her early twenties. She has spent her time learning to fight with swords and hand to hand along with traveling the world. She has the typical vampire traits, accelerated speed, healing, agility, strength, keen senses, the one extra that sets her apart is a gift for producing and manipulating fire. Its a gift she does not have complete control over, it can emerge in times of anger or extreme emotion. Jadeโs mood is often connected with her hunger, if she has not fed recently she can grow agitated, angry even hostile. Her personality though I tend to bend depending on who I am writing with and what they are looking for as far as a story. She can be protective etc or she can be an enemy, and everything in between, just depending on which way you would want to go.