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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Mar 10, 2010 7:19:10 GMT 1
Vivian didn’t think she’d ever dealt with someone so cryptic before. First she was leaning to yes, then she half said no, then she half said yes again. Was Sephora just messing with her? It was starting to feel like it, that was for sure. The confusion on Vivian’s face was probably tangible by now.
She didn’t smell like a vampire. That’s what it came down to. But Sephora had done everything short of saying it outright that she drank blood too. Vivian might have assumed that Seph was a changeling shedding the rest of her humanity, but that wasn’t right either. Scotty was currently chilling in the basement and Viv knew full well that he smelt like a full vampire.
Maybe there was more than one type of vampire that Dacian hadn’t told her about? If they lived in separate covens then maybe there were different species? Or it might just be as simple as Sephora had spent way too much time chilling with a best friend on the couch after having a shower.
She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t going to spend time guessing either. At least, not when she could just ask. Vampires weren’t her forte. A very sad state of affairs for her when she was one, but it wasn’t like she could trot off to the library or ask anyone. Dacian was never chatty.
“Umm... I’m sorry. Vhat?” she asked confusedly.
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Mar 15, 2010 8:42:48 GMT 1
Judging by Vivian’s expression, she was well and truly lost by now, which kind of put a dampener on the game. There was no real point continuing if Vivian couldn’t play along.
“Oh, so you don’t know?” she asked, absently checking her nails to waste time before glancing up. When she could get away with it, there was nothing more entertaining than watching people wait in suspense for some unknown piece of the puzzle to be revealed so they could solve it. Kind of how she played with her dinner when she was bored, but they never remembered their games.
Not bothering to wait for the other vampire’s response, Sephora continued knowing that amazingly she was the one who knew what all the cards were for once. “I’ll take it you’ve never heard of half vampires before then.” Sephora couldn’t help but flash Vivian a toothy grin, clearly displaying that she wasn’t some kid playing around.
“Before I go on, just how old are you anyway?” If Vivian turned out to be older than she had so far assumed, Sephora would lie about her own true age as well. The girl didn’t have a clue what she was, or how she worked so for all she knew Sephora could be centuries old. Actually, Sephora herself wasn’t so sure how she worked, but not that it mattered here. She could just make it up if she needed to.
An interesting thought occurred to her at that moment, and set her brain whirring off in a whole new direction that could prove very useful indeed. Vivian seemed young and well… innocent. Sephora really needed some more allies in this village, acquaintances who didn’t want to kill her at least. But Vivian could be a very useful source of information on the enemy - aka the pervy male vampires skulking around - if she knew any of them. A lot less suspicious too - intriguing. She waited to launch into any sort of interrogation though - letting the other girl process all of the information that had just been dumped on her first.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Mar 29, 2010 7:24:55 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Realisation dawned and Vivian could have kicked herself. In fact, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
Half-vampire. Of course! It was so obvious when you knew the answer. But the fact she herself was a FULL vampire and hadn’t managed to pick up on it made it all that much more pathetic. She was the one that was supposed to know about these things!
At least she could feel happier that she didn’t think many wizards would have been able to make the connection either. Half vampires were an obscure bunch.
“Yes, I’ve heard of zhem,” she groaned, tilting back in the chair and hitting her palm to her forehead. God she was such a moron. “Sorry, I zhink I had a blonde moment.” When in doubt, make up excuses.
“Before I go on, just how old are you anyway?” Sephora asked.
Um. Oh dear. Vivian wasn’t entirely sure how to answer. She knew that vampires thought age was a good thing, and she was ridiculously young by their standards. She also had no idea how old half-vampires lived for. Seph could be hundreds of years for all she knew. But then, if Seph planned to stick around then lying about her age would be absolutely pointless.
“Fifteen,” she responded, opting for truth as the best policy and again nervously fiddling with her hair. “Sixteen in a few days. I’ve been a vampire about... three months now? I don’t know.”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 8, 2010 11:14:22 GMT 1
You could practically see the little light bulb switch on above Vivian’s head as she finally figured it all out. She wasn’t entirely sure if she should be laughing or face palming that the vampire was more dim-witted than average – Silas had worked out what she was before she had – but then again, it was hard to know what something was until you well… knew it actually existed.
… Well, maybe she should have been face palming. To Sephora’s credit, she’d had no one to explain anything to her when she finally realized what was going on, no one to compare herself to, so she’d had little choice but to assume herself a full vampire. Now of course she knew better, but she was sure if she had known half-vampires existed, she would have known she was one. She was beginning to question Vivian’s common sense and intelligence. Still, she’d made her… er, true nature… a little less obvious than she had with Silas, and she’d managed to fool the other older full vampires as well.
Sephora let out a short laugh at the blond comment. No shit. Not that she could talk much, since she’d had her fair share, but at least for the moment they could be conveniently forgotten.
She raised her eyebrow a little at the other girl’s hesitation to put forward her own age. Admittedly, if she had been asked without previously thinking of an answer first, she may have been a little flustered as well, but she knew hesitation immediately raised suspicions from anyone, so it was better to avoid it.
“Really?” remarked Sephora when Vivian finally answered her question. She was a little surprised about Vivian’s age – the hesitation was suddenly understood. She was really young, she hadn’t even been a vampire for a few years. Sephora had been biting people since she was 16 or there abouts, which meant she’d been at it for almost 7 years, but she’d been changing gradually before that as well. All of the vampires she’d met thus far were hardly young, at least she had guessed so, so it was kind of a shock to find someone who was younger than she was, both in age and in experience.
“That’s pretty young.” She didn’t (for once) mean it in a nasty way – it was a very accurate summary of her thoughts, but as usual, she hadn’t stoped to think of the other girl’s feelings before opening her mouth.
She was then wondering whether she should lie about her own age. It might make the older vampires think she was more of a force to be reckoned with, which would be a plus. But lying always had problems in relationships that lasted for any length of time – lies were a pain to maintain. Changing the subject that she had just reminded herself of was far easier, before Vivian could inquire as to how old she was.
“Is the vampire who turned you hanging around then?” She was certain her unusual introduction into the world of magic and vampires was the reason she wasn’t a full vampire, so it would make a lot more sense if the fiend who had turned an innocent school girl into a creature of the night was still in town. Whoever he or she was, they were clearly a bastard. Vivian came across as one of those girls who were too small and mousy to defend themselves even if they had the means. The one who did it must be a complete pussy.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Apr 25, 2010 8:21:15 GMT 1
“That’s pretty young,” Sephora remarked in something resembling surprise.
Immediately feeling uncomfortable again, Vivian gave an anxious, almost apologetic shrug. “Ve all had to start somevhere,” she pointed out almost defensively.
Actually, she had never really given much of a thought to younger vampires, if only because visualising Dacian as a changeling was sort of weird. Like Sephora, the only vampires she’d met had been countless times her age. Well, unless you counted Scotty.
“I don’t sink young vampires must live long,” she mused aloud, looking back to her mug of blood and wrinkling her nose a little. “So I like to keep my head down,” even though it was doing her a hell of a lot of good so far. Trouble liked to come to her.
Before she got a chance to ask a follow-up question on Sephora’s age, the half-vampire was attempting to change the subject. Vivian made a mental note to get back to the question later. She knew even less about half-vampires than full vampires, and considering what she knew about full-vampires, that was saying a lot.
“Is the vampire who turned you hanging around then?”
“Dacian?” Vivian answered automatically, looking up in surprise. “Oh, I never see him much. He’s supposed to be looking after me, but he never really does.”
Oh whoops. She was saying too much. She could visualise her sires disapproving scowl already.
“Vot about you?” she asked perhaps a bit too quickly, looking away to fiddle with the mug again. “Do half-vampires haff sires as vell, or...?”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 25, 2010 14:57:00 GMT 1
Vivian seemed pretty defensive when it came to her age and Sephora really didn’t blame her. If some vampire, or half-vampire for that matter, asked her age and then made a quip about it she would be too. Still, she would have of course lied about her age, so wouldn’t have had to be defensive in the first case.
Yes, at least the girl sounded sensible. Keeping her head down Seph had been attempting too… sort of. It wasn’t her fault! Vampires seemed to be attracted to her like a bad smell. Maybe she needed to start wearing more perfume of sorts. Water pistol filled with Holy Water perhaps? She still found the idea of a cruci-stake the most appealing. But that was beside the point: point was she couldn’t get rid of her vampire problem, which meant she was probably attracting more attention in that bloody coven than she’d like.
… Shit.
“Dacian?” Sephora exclaimed, unbelieving. No fucking way! Who knew her guesses could be so accurate? He was a complete and utter bastard – hunting down and killing innocent teens and harassing young women. Even her standards were higher than that. And that was saying something – she could steep pretty low sometimes to get what she wanted.
Her thoughts were cut short before she could comment any further on the topic of Dacian by Vivian unhelpfully asking questions Sephora didn’t even really know the answers to.
“I don’t think that’s possible – all I know is I’ve been this way my entire life. Some dickhead of a vampire mucked up something with my mum and now, I’m like this and both my parents are dead.” Which was a short summary of her depressing existence. She’d told it a thousand times to kids who’d been nosy so-and-so’s a million times, admittedly saying it was a car that had killed her parents instead of some rabid vampire. There was no limit to how annoyed she could get from receiving sympathetic answers – she’d never known her parents, how was she supposed to be attached to them?
“But that’s boring and beside the point. Dacian is your sire? Dark hair, creepy, tall, covered in scars Dacian?” She wanted to get things straight, then she wanted information – lots of it. If Vivian was sired by Dacian, who knows what useful stuff she might pick up if she befriended her.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on May 11, 2010 14:19:04 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Sephora’s exclamation of Dacian’s name almost made Vivian jump. Yikes! Did everyone know her sire around here? For a man who proclaimed the need for secrecy and subterfuge he sure seemed to make himself very public.
She didn’t get to question it before Seph was answering her other enquiry with a very crisp and clinical description of her tales of woe. Vivian’s mouth was hanging open and she was only vaguely aware of it. Vampiric attacks, dead parents, and the way she said it like it meant nothing. Some sort of apology for asking and an attempt at sympathy was on the tip of Vivan’s tongue before Sephora switched tracks yet again.
Vivian’s mind was still a minute in the past and needed time to catch up. The best she could manage in response to Sephora’s interesting description of her sire was a confused sounding “Errr...” as she looked away with wide eyes back to her mug to avoid looking like she was staring.
“Yes, zhat’s him,” she answered with a frown, still wondering how ‘dead parents’ classified as ‘boring and uninteresting’. What had happened to this woman?
“He’s... umm...”
Her frazzled brain was still being uncooperative. Head. In. Order. Now. Please. “I’m sorry, how do you know him?”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 2, 2010 11:31:46 GMT 1
Good lord Vivian was jumpy. Just something she’d noticed. And she took her merry time answering anything. Reminding herself that pissing off the teen-vamp was not a good idea when she wanted information, she took a calming breath and attempted to get her temper under control. At least she wasn’t as bad as Rickie. No, don’t think about Rickie. That was bad for her temper. Very bad.
Personally, she didn’t see what was so shocking about what she’d just said, certainly not enough to warrant the expression the young vampire was pulling. Oh stop gaping and answer the question. Impatience should have been Seph’s middle name – everything had to happen NOW not ten seconds later. And definitely not five minutes later when you regained control of your jaw.
Dacian. Stalker in more ways than one. She’d ask how one vampire could come into her life and follow her around like a bad smell so suddenly, but then, this was a painfully small town. Still, better to capitalize on it rather than run like a small animal. She might even be able to trade information on Dacian for a sip of Si’s blood. Knowledge was after all worth more than its weight in gold.
By the time Vivian finally answered, Seph had already figured that it had to be the same Dacian they were talking about. How many Dacians were wandering around anyway? In this tiny town? Just one, that’s how many.
…How did she know him?
“Bastard tried to fucking EAT me, that’s how I know him! Had to fend him off after he knocked me down in the street!” Best not mention the crucifix or the help from Silas. Made her sound a lot more badass. “I think he has a thing for my boss too.” Obligatory.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Jul 13, 2010 11:46:05 GMT 1
He tried to EAT her?
Vivian pulled a face.
Oh God. Just when she thought Dacian couldn’t cause any more trouble than he was already, he had to try and eat other vampires. Vampires! Was he absolutely insane?
Okay, stupid question. Dacian was a lot of things, but the paragon of sense and sensibility wasn’t one of them.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry about that,” Vivian apologised, finding her voice a lot quicker this time. “Vere you alright?” Another stupid question. The vampiress looked very much alive, so the answer was probably a yes.
Wait, hang on.
Vivian frowned. The new scars on Dacian’s face. Her sire had refused to explain how they’d been gotten. But then, when did Dacian ever tell her anything? Either she found out information from Sam or she never found out at all.
“Vos that you then?” she asked, touching the side of her face to gesture at where the large cross-shaped brand was now located on Dacian’s chin. “Vith the—Vait, no.” Yeah, vampires holding crucifixes. Because that made a ton of sense. Add that to the long list of vampire-faux-pas’s she’d been making. Three months and she still kept looking in the mirror every morning as though her reflection would somehow be there.
“Vot happened?”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jul 13, 2010 16:06:06 GMT 1
Well now, if that wasn’t a disgusted expression she didn’t know what was. Well, maybe disgusted was a bit of a harsh word. Second-hand embarrassment and queasiness perhaps. Whatever the case may be, Sephora found it intensely satisfying, especially coming from Dacian’s own spawn. Then again, she had to deal with the older vampire on presumably a daily basis. The real question was why it was so shocking.
She waved off the apology - meant nothing to her, though she did appreciate the offer. Support in matters such as these was comforting; actually, it should have been mandatory. Well of course she’d been alright - she wasn’t afraid of vampires when she had her trusty secret weapon and a badass backup team with a wand. Well, ok. That was a tiny white lie - the possibility of becoming someone’s snack before ending up dead in some God forsaken hole in the ground was hardly appealing, who could blame a girl for wanting to preserve her existence?
Had she been less self absorbed, she might have paid more attention to Vivian’s troubled expression. Those were never good in her experience - they meant pieces didn’t fit in the puzzle. Which, if the puzzle was something she’d said or done, was bad.
Jerking her head up in surprise, it was like she’d almost forgotten she was still supposed to be having some semblance of conversation. “Me?” What was she on about? Oh right. Dacian. His face. And its little meeting with Jesus. Geez, that mark was still there?
Thinking better of asking such stupid questions - of course it was, if she was asking about it - Sephora opted for a more covert wink and a knowing tap of the nose. She was beginning to have serious concerns about giving out information willy-nilly; especially to Dacian’s little progeny. Sure, it was fine and dandy when she was getting the information, but the other way? Little red flag going up there. How did she know she could trust the raven haired teen? Hell, she’d only known her for all of a few minutes. And she was expected to start dealing out her secrets about who and what she was already? Considering she was asking similar things of the other girl, it should hardly have been surprising, but Sephora was not known for her fairness or sense of equality.
“You’ve never seen him stalk innocent women? He looked shady and generally creepy, I ran, he tried to stop me all ominous like and this time dinner fought back. I don’t take kindly to being thought of as a tasty snack.” Vague? Certainly. But she was in no such mood to be divulging anymore information until she was certain she wouldn’t go crying to Dacian first chance she got. This conversation was going all kinds of bad places.
“I take it you’re familiar with his rather... charming personality?” First step: get the conversation away from her as quickly as possible. Dacian could not know what she was or what she was capable of.
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