AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Jun 7, 2021 17:34:53 GMT
The dead human at Aurora's feet deserved what was coming to him. There was no shred of remorse for the man as he lay bleeding out on the floor, her mouth stained with his blood. She ran her tongue along her lips, cleaning off the last few drops of evidence. The vampire's evening had started reasonably pleasant in Campbell's bar, but as she was walking home she could hear the sound of footsteps trailing behind her. Their pace was matching her own. Each time she sped up, so did they. When she slowed down, so did they. Instead of turning around to face her stalker Aurora led them through the streets of Mystic Falls, drawing them to the quieter part of the town and eventually down a dimly lit alleyway. The redhead stopped abruptly, turning back to face the stranger. It wasn't just a random stranger though, it was one of the men from the Mystic Dinner a few nights ago. One of the biker men who were lingering at the pool table as one of them attempted to raise their hand at another woman. Xiomara. Aurora stepped in before his touch made contact with Xiomara, warning the group to left the bar, which they did. Stupidly they waited outside for the women to leave the bar and decided to have a second go. The group came off worst than the females. They didn't realize they were picking a fight with a 1000 year vampire and some type of fox. Aurora was still pretty lost on what Xiomara was. The male lurking in the shadows now was one of the bikers who ran away. With a sinister smile painted across her face, Aurora took a few steps towards the stranger so they were now facing to face. The male started to shout obscenities at the vampire, most of which she drowned out. She wore an expression of boredom as the male droned on, "Bitch, are you listening? I said give me your money" Aurora sighed heavily, a tone of annoyance forcing its way through. "Well, firstly, I do not carry cash, though does anyone nowadays? I believe we have moved forward to what they call 'contactless' payment" She lifted her hands, air quoting the word contactless. Aurora didn't understand the whole tapping to pay concept, but she accepted it for its face value. A piece of plastic got you anywhere nowadays. The male hadn't even bothered to bring a weapon with him, hoping to scared Aurora with just his presence. The stranger went to speak, but Aurora was done listening to him now. She lunged forward in the blink of an eye, her teeth latching around his neck. Sharp fangs punctured his skin as he let out a yelp of pain. The screams faded, though, as the vampire literally sucked the life out of him. His body was becoming heavier against Aurora's grip until his heart took its final beat. The redhead let go of the male, and he dropped to the floor in a heap. Aurora glanced down at the stranger; her appetite appeased for a while. She went to step over his body, flee the scene when a thought entered her head. DamienShe had no idea how many reapers were out there in the world, but there was the slightest chance he may turn up to collect the soul. The hope of seeing the handsome reaper caused her to wait by the body for a little longer. The tall, handsome reaper has been lodged in her memory since the pair met a few weeks ago. Damien had given Aurora his number, which she managed to save to her phone but when she scrolled through her contacts to message the reaper, the number had disappointed. She would have asked her sibling to help her, as technology was not her strong area, but she didn't want him to find out about Damien. Worried the oldest De Martel would do something drastic. But this dead mortal was a perfect way of reaching out to Damien. She was surprised she hadn't thought of it sooner but didn't want to make of slaying humans around Mystic Falls just to grab the attention of a reaper. DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:53:53 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Jun 10, 2021 19:04:59 GMT
The room was no smaller than dozens of others that he and Lucian had shared over the years. Cheap shag carpet, beds so worn you felt them sagging the minute your ass hit the mattress, drapes that never quite hit the edges of the windows so the light would spill out at dawn and leave you trying to burying your face in the pancake flat pillow to avoid that bite of sun. At this time of night it was the piss yellow lights in the parking lot glowing around the edges, lining everything in the room with that bilious sheen.
Damien sat on the edge of the bed, restraining himself despite the restlessness that had set him to pacing the room like a wild animal since he’d woken up to find he was alone in the room again. Hours spent twiddling his thumbs, unsure who was in the driving seat for the day – Death, handling things on a cosmic level that made his head spin now that Famine wasn’t controlling the mental joystick to pull him out of that nosedive, or his brother, caught up in the woman he’d started seeing here in town. The latter would be preferable, the cosmic had a way of screwing them over every time.
Or he did.
He huffed out a breath, pushing to his feet again with that same restlessness an itch under his skin. The job that had put two of the Horsemen of the apocalypse in their heads had been on him. Believing that the thing coming towards him had been his brother, leaving Lucian to go making a deal with Death to bring him back. Tethering him to the dead now, a good boy on a leash. One who couldn’t help but strain at it. LA. Tahiti. The Blood Den. Aurora.
Pausing in his pacing, Damien stared at the door, eyes narrowing faintly behind the glasses that were now habit rather than necessity. The club wasn’t even visible through that slit of light. Across town, its music likely pumping through the air still, a Pied Piper lure for people looking for something, anything, in this town. If Lucian wasn’t coming back tonight then there’d be no one here wringing their hands about him not being here. The screw up little brother out there in the big bad town, finding trouble again. That same little brother who hadn’t told his big brother about Aurora, holding their shared invasions of those looking out for them for their own good close to his chest. All it would take was the word vampire being mentioned in front of Lucian and all those memories of his first slip under one’s compulsion would be flooding through his brain. He wasn’t that same naïve kid, he could deal, had dealt.
Mind made up, he scrawled a note on the ratty hotel notepad next to the phone and headed out. Even if Aurora wasn’t there liquor would be, a drink, a distraction from him being the one wringing his hands, waiting for his brother or for Death’s bell to go calling him again. Damien locked the room, started across the parking lot to the piece of crap Caddy that meant he had his own wheels in town that didn’t require him blinking out here and ending up there … felt the damn pull anyway.
No slipping the leash, not this time. It was like it snapped tight around his throat. A leash pulled, his disappearance not done at will this time around. Damien tipped his head back, growling. ”Now? You trying to tell me something?” Do not think about the vampire, do not collect 200, do not pass go. Straight to jail.
Damien huffed out a breath as he arrived, brows knotting as he turned around. A dark corner of town, nothing but grey buildings hulking in the dark until he got around one eighty and found her again. Standing over another body, no ruby red blood on her lips this time but the bulky body crumpled on the ground with the thin trickles of blood escaping down the scruff covered throat made it pretty obvious what he’d walked into. ”Hi.” The curve of a grin working onto his face where there’d only been grim lines a moment before. ”We should probably stop meeting like …” This. Over bodies, ones that Aurora had dropped, although the last time she hadn’t known that he’d appear out of nowhere, or that killing while she fed was like ringing the dinner bell for reapers.
Multiple.
He didn’t need to hear the ruffle of clothing or the sanctimonious sigh that dropped from those whose big brothers weren’t currently the sock puppet Death had his hand up to tell him he was no longer alone. Damien half turned again, brows hitching above the rim of his glasses as he studied the guy who’d appeared. ”Really? He’s gonna have me followed to every body now to make sure I’m doing what I got told to?” After the last time he wouldn’t have put it past his brother. Ignore a spirit, get his drink on with the woman who’d killed her in the first place, leaving the mess for another reaper to clear up.
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ELIAS ELLIOTT
Horseman
Death
Posts: 63
Played by:
Julia
"Make it personal."
Last seen Apr 14, 2024 20:48:23 GMT
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Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Jun 14, 2021 12:44:29 GMT
━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━ Mystic Falls seemed to be a large question mark.
Florencia, her secrets━which hadn’t been secret very long, thanks to his snooping. The supernatural life here. Kennedy. Surely he’d dip into her mind again very soon; she was fun to play with.
Like most people holed up in this town… until they called him to collect souls, usually, though, each experience gave Elias a new puzzle piece for his collection. One day, eventually, he’d get to complete it━see the whole picture. Until then, he’d do the tasks he was assigned to, the job he got his life back for.
It seemed Death was having a problem with overstaffing, though. Too many reapers clocked in at one time, or what? His eyes were skimming over paperwork in his office one minute, and the next, he was sighing as he felt the call, appearing in that alleyway.
A redhaired woman, a body, and… another reaper? He remembered the Blood Den, meeting that crazy, (and fun━if he were to admit it, which he wouldn’t) little blonde who claimed to be there for the same job. At least there’d been an excuse there━two bodies. Now, though? Definitely overstaffed.
‘Really? He’s gonna have me followed to every body now to make sure I’m doing what I got told to?’
Elias’ shadowed, hazel eyes drifted from the redhead to the reaper, raising his brows, hands remaining tucked in his long coat. “The Boss?” He questioned, remaining quiet for a moment before grumbling, “I’m not here to babysit.” With his chin, he motioned upwards, to the redhead’s left, where the soul lingered. “I’m here for him. To do my job.” He had no idea what this was about, but he’d never signed up to pick up another reaper’s slack. He did enough cleanup after vampires, and things of the sort, which is what he assumed this was. They greeted each other a little too warmly for Elias’s liking. Not that it was any of his business, but still━was that even allowed? To go after a creature who upset the very balance you strived for? Though, Elias supposed Death couldn’t dictate personal relationships.
In any sense, it wasn’t his business, and he didn’t much care either way.
“I suggest you learn to do yours━if you’ve done so poorly so far that you expect to be followed.” With a small smirk, he stepped over the body and to the soul, offering the same choice he always did: “Come with me, or remain here, unable to interact with anybody or anything, just simply… watch.” He eyed the (somewhat) living pair suspiciously, then stuck out one hand once the man made his choice. Elias closed his digits around the spirit’s shoulder and disappeared with him in tow, but not before saying his goodbyes, a smirk on his lips, and a patronizing tone.
“Have fun.”
AURORA DE MARTEL | hello & goodbye! bonjour & au revoir!
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Jun 19, 2021 9:53:43 GMT
Perhaps this was the unstable behaviour people often refer to with Aurora. Lingering in a dimly lit alleyway after killing someone and waiting by their body in the hope of seeing the mysterious reaper again. Aurora hadn’t quite figure out what it was about Damien that kept her engaged, apart from his obvious good looks and charm. She related to him in a way. She too had her actions monitored by her sibling, always keeping an eye on her eye, never letting her stray too far. She was convinced her brother was waiting for her to slip up so he could ship her off somewhere. Somewhere out of the way. Thankful Tristan had fallen somewhat quiet over the past few weeks, leaving the younger De Martel to do as she pleases. She presumed he was busy with his plan to take the Mikaelsons down. A plan she was not privy to at this stage, which didn’t bother her as much as usual. She had found others to keep her company in the meantime. Part of her wanting to put some distance between her and the Mikaelsons (ironically she had chosen to stay in the small town the family call home). That evening on the beach with Damien struck a chord with her. The hard-hitting reminder that she had spent a millennium seeking payback, and nothing had changed in that time either. She hadn’t progressed any further with her plans, rather her life had been stagnant for so long, like an old broken record. A life she was growing tired of. As Xiomara kindly reminder her she was looking for something that can’t be returned. Time. It was lost forever and she had spent even longer trying to get revenge. It wasn’t good for her mental state either, often pushing her to a breaking point. Unbeknown to Damien he had shown her the world is a big place, one which is waiting to be explored. Maybe she was hoping the reaper could inject some excitement into her life, even if it was just temporary. Something to make her enteral existence worthwhile. So she waited patiently to see anyone was going to appear. Aurora had no idea how this whole reaper business worked and how long it would be until someone appeared. She tapped the mortal with her human just to make sure he was dead. There was no heartbeat, he was gone. The vampire stepped back, folding her arms, leaning against the wall behind her. It worked though. A few seconds later Damien appeared a few feet in front of her causing her face to light us as she broke into a warm smile, “Hello” She spoke softly as she pushed herself up off the wall and unfolded her arms. Aurora was about to step over the body, towards the reaper when another male appeared close by. Brows knotted together as her gaze drifted between the two. Clearly another reaper. This one wasn’t as charming though. Cutting with his words as he announced he was here to do his job, insinuation Damien was not doing his properly before he demanded the soul followed him to wherever. Possibly hell with his criminal activities and vulgar language. As far she was concern it was another delinquent removed from the world. Nonetheless, Aurora was pleased he’d turned up and collected the soul, meaning she had Damien to herself. Aurora pressed her lips together, remaining quiet until the male disappeared the same way he came in, presumably with the soul, though the vampire could not see that. A playful smirk tugged at her lips, she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “Have I got you in a spot of bother?” She stepped over the dead body, closer to Damien. She brought her arms up and draped them around the reaper’s neck, “Just for the record I didn’t kill the human to beckon you here. He was following me” She glanced back at the corpse for a brief second before returning to Damien’s gaze, “I apologize for not texting you either. I am not really au fait with technology” She admitted with a short laugh. Though she sometimes wondered how the world managed without it all those years ago. It was extremely handy to have everything you need in the palm of your hand. Everything was a push of a button away. DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:53:53 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Jul 27, 2021 16:25:53 GMT
Something outside of death, outside of the leash that had been around his throat ever since he’d bargained for the girl’s life, something outside of that constant goose chase with Sonny. Someone outside of the cycle he’d been caught up with for decades. Aurora had offered an out, not entirely, at this point Damien was pretty sure that wasn’t possible, but for a while at least. Someone else’s orbit to get caught up in for a few minutes before it was back to this town and the war brewing behind the scenes that his brother had dragged him right into with that phone call. No, not his brother, the thing that taken over Sonny’s body, that had slowly been ground down by what was left of his brother until it was more amenable to not slaughtering dozens at a time.
The bond with Sonny, his determination to free his brother of that grip had left eyes sliding his way in suspicion. Fellow reapers, perhaps even Death himself. Was he as neutral as they were meant to be or had his first priority always been to his siblings? There’d be a double dose of it if he was at the vampire’s beck and call too.
Aurora was there when he arrived, leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest until she spotted him and that bright smile was working its way over her face. The restlessness he’d felt minutes before began to fade, his own smile just as warm, blue eyes fixed on her in the way that made even the body recede from view.
Until Death sent in backup. Like he’d known that this was one call where he’d strain at that leash again. It wasn’t even Leah, or that naïve kid Cory, someone he could at least bullshit a little to take the edge of suspicion off of this. Teeth bared he stared at the reaper, tall, blonde and obviously a robot to the job. ”If you woulda waited five minutes I’d have done it myself,” he managed through gritted teeth. Death, it seemed, and his little yes men weren’t patient though. Souls transported immediately, a nice neat job that left no room for anything outside the monotony of life and death. ”It’s not poorly, it’s … asshole.” It was with a weariness that came for doing this for decades. A job he’d never really been cut out for but maybe Death had known that when he’d made the offer in the first place. There was a price for balancing the scales and this, this was his.
Damien dipped his head as the other reaper left, far too judgment on that smug face and in that crooning tone. Like a kid about to run to the principal to gleefully kick another straight under the bus. A canary that couldn’t wait to sing at the top of its voice. Hissing out a breath, Damien pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before he looked up. That smirk made it all worthwhile, even if was more than a slap on the wrist this time. ”Not you,” he assured her in an instant. ”If anyone’s gonna get me in trouble it’ll be him.” A tip of his head back in the direction where the other reaper had been. He was probably already upstairs, or downstairs, brushing off his hands for a job well done.
Blue eyes narrowing faintly as he glanced down at the body, Damien automatically slipped his arms around her waist. Hands splayed at the small of her back as he looked back up, one brow winged, a flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips. ”I was wondering where he was heading. I guess that’s a trip downstairs. He didn’t touch you?” A flicker of concern in that, his hands shifting slightly over that curve of muscle. Damien clucked his tongue lightly. ”I guess when you’ve been alive a couple of centuries it oughta be expected.” There’d been those glances at his phone though, in the intervening days, him telling himself he was waiting for Sonny to send up the demon signal again rather than waiting for her to call. Liar. ”You didn’t get in trouble with your brother?” Both of them had guards in a way, watching over them to make sure they didn’t somehow screw up. A pressure that left you feeling like you couldn’t get the room to breathe sometimes, if you even did anymore.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Aug 9, 2021 12:42:04 GMT
The appearance of the other reaper amused Aurora. A short chuckle from her as Damien called his co-worker an asshole, silently agreeing with his remark, but also hoping the other reaper hadn’t been sent to check up on Damien. “Hopefully your boss doesn’t listen to him” Hopefully it would be swept under the carpet as she would hate to think of the reaper being taken away from her because she’s hampering his ability to do his job. She wondered how much control Death had over him, part of her not liking the idea of someone else being able to tell Damien what to do and where to go. As Damien’s hands gilded around her waist, resting on her lower back she moved a little closer to him. Registering the concern in her voice a small smile appeared on her lips. It was warming to know he cared about her, in some aspect. She shook her head, “He was an opportunist, but I did not give him the chance to attack” The male was most certainly heading for hell after his behaviour at the bar a few nights back. At least he could be reunited with his foolish friends from the Grill in the fiery pits below. The smile only remained on her face, turning into a chuckle at his response regarding her lack of knowledge of technology. “Perhaps you could teach me?” It was something that was growing faster than she could catch on with, and it was something she didn’t feel the need to stay in tune with. Aurora knew how to make telephone calls and send texts, that was all she needed. “You didn’t get in trouble with your brother?” A sigh in response to Damien’s question, as she let her arms drop from his neck, glancing away for a brief moment before finding his eyes again. A fleeting visit was turning into a long stay for Aurora. She was only supposed to pop by to see what her brother was doing before disappearing again for days, months, sometimes years. This time it was the other way around. Tristan was the one who had disappeared, but unlike her he’d left a note, advising her he would be back soon. His brother’s sudden departure had unnerved her. It was out of character for him, which probed her to pay a visit to the one person she vowed to never see again. Elijah Mikaelson. However, the original vampire denied knowing where Tristan was, something she wasn’t sure if she believed, but accepted it for now. At least she wasn’t getting into trouble with her sibling, but when it did happen it wasn’t just a lecture, rather she was sent off somewhere to be isolated. Sectioned. Locked away. Her stomach turned as the idea of Tristan finding out about Damien entered her mind, forcing old memories to the front. The way he acted when he thought Lucien was involved with Aurora. Holding the stable boy in chains as he sliced Lucien’s cheeks open with a blade. A reminder to him and everyone else that Aurora was off-limits. A deterrence. Aurora wasn’t privy to any of the violence. She was locked away in her room where she was safe. A delicate piece of china. If manhandle too much she would shatter. Centuries have taught her brother that wasn’t true. The actions didn’t deter Niklaus though. A blade would only cause a temporary mark on his skin before healing back over. That evening set up their entire lives. Lucien was killed with Niklaus' blood travelling through his system, giving Aurora the idea to become one of them. An eternity with Niklaus was all she wanted, but now the very thought of that made her blood boil. “No, not yet at least. Tristan has been somewhat elusive of late. Apparently, he has headed out of town to deal with some vampire related business” She had sent him a message earlier that morning warning him if he didn’t reply in the next 24 hours she would give him a reason to come back to Mystic Falls. Wreak havoc on the small town. She was certain the message would be enough to provoke a response. Tristan would know her words were not an empty threat, rather a promise. “Anyway” She tried to push any thoughts of her sibling to the back of her mind as her arms returned to the back of Damien’s neck. “How have you been? Hopefully, your brother has not been bothering you either?” DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:53:53 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Sept 14, 2021 22:04:20 GMT
More than fifty years ago his life had been torn apart by a woman who had been desperate to tell the police all she’d known. A canary singing, one who had either been desperate to hold onto the straight line of the law or one who hadn’t liked the fact that he wasn’t sticking around. She’d left him and Sonny running for the hills, doing one last job on his brother’s word as the cops were breathing down their necks. It had brought them in alright, had killed the girl who’d called them in, and him, leaving two bodies laying there for the cops to handle when they’d arrived, Sonny in the wind and him into the conference of his life – and afterlife – with the big man himself.
Knowing how that had gone down Damien still questioned whether the leash was gonna be yanked at some point. Staring down at his feet as the asshole yanked the spirit off downstairs, he wondered if this was the point it would happen. A sudden tension in his throat as a warning if he was lucky, instant disappearance if he wasn’t. All it would’ve taken was a snap from those hallowed fingers and it would be like he’d never existed.
An almost weary groan slipped out of him as he eyed Aurora through a screen of dark lashes and thick lenses worn just out of habit now. ”I think he’s got bigger fish to fry in this town than one tardy reaper,” he assured her. Just a little mental crossing of fingers to go with it. Death had always seen himself above these petty little things, bothered only for the natural order and what dared to try and step outside of it. Of course, in this town, there were plenty who were willing to try but it wasn’t up to his cadre of reapers to decide just how and when to balance those scales. They did what they were told and in his case, maybe it was in his own time.
Trying not to tense his shoulders against that possible recall Damien slipped in. Hands finding Aurora’s waist, a little sound vibrating through his chest as she glided closer to him. Lips painted a little less vividly this time curved into a smile at his concern. One hand trailed her back all the same, fingertips gliding up the dip of her spine and down again. ”He finally met his match. They’ll give him all he deserves down there. A thousand years of torture’s gonna have just about anybody crying uncle.” Just about any weak willed son of a bitch turning into something like the demon now infesting Sonny. The thought left Damien’s stomach twisting uncomfortably.
Leave it to Aurora to have that knot slithering open. A relief of sorts in the chuckle that slipped out of her. There was something human, normal in it, despite the circumstances and surroundings. ”Any time. You look like a selfie aficionado.” A word almost alien to him but the 17 year old brat who’d become werewolf chum out in the woods on a dare to his bunch of equally idiotic friends had tossed the word out at him as Sonny had sent him one. An explanation for his ‘absence’ last week.
Maybe if he hadn’t filled him in on everything Crowley was running from that fear would’ve been dialled back. Years of chasing him down had left him with the suspicion that very little of his brother remained in the shell that still looked the same as it had done when he’d stood up from the floor of the bank, blood still dark on his white shirt, someone else boiling black in his eyes. Aurora knew what it was like, that tie to her brother, that sense of protectiveness that could be heavy enough to choke you.
The sigh slipped out of her, something almost melancholy in it before she let her arms slip from his neck. Damien let out a low sound himself, something akin to regret in the sound. You sighed like that and there was weight to it, a story that could be as heavy as an anvil, pressing down on your chest until something cracked.
Damien frowned, one hand drifting from her back to rest lightly against her cheek, not letting her pull away entirely. ”That looks like there’s a story coming. What did he do?” He was overprotective, he’d learned that much their first night together, the two of them worrying about the hovering of their brothers. A shared nightmare in a way. ”Good. I wouldn’t want him trying to go snatching you away. He didn’t want you to go with him?” Maybe her brother had started to loosen the reins after all. Just like Sonny. Buried under their own problems maybe.
A snort rolled out of him as Aurora wound her arms around his neck again. a touch of chagrin coloured his cheeks as he dipped his head, letting his hand brush that tumble of dark red hair back before he skimmed his lips where his hand had been only moments before. ”Sonny’s been … elusive,” he echoed, his voice a rumble against that pale skin. ”The people he got involved with are having some trouble with some bigger hitters. You get heat on your tail and you run, even if they used to call you the scourge of Jersey.” Bank robbery had nothing on city wide riots or the slaughter of whole ships of men though. What happened with them now was on an entirely different scale.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Sept 27, 2021 20:04:36 GMT
It appeared his presence was tugged between the boss and his brother. At least Aurora was only being dragged back by his sibling, usually kicking and screaming. They vowed to keep each other safe until the end of time, but Tristan had crossed the line centuries ago from protecting to overbearing, bordering on controlling. He hated losing track of his little sister, which is why it was all the more peculiar he had left her alone in Mystic Falls. He tended to leave her behind with someone watching her. That, someone, tended to be a member of the Strixs, but there was no one following her around town. Her senses had been on high alert since her sibling's departure, but there was no one lurking in the shadows. Bar the human who lay at her feet. “Well there are always ways to deal with those types of people” She spoke in a suggestive tone, with a smirk on her face. Not liking the idea the other reaper had run off to spill secrets about Damien. A thousand years of torture sounded just about enough for the human. Although it was daunting to hear Damien speak of hell. A place that many feared existed. An unknown world that lay just beneath their feet, filled with dregs of society. Aurora’s body relaxed at the touch of the reaper, easing comfortably into his. “Hopefully he does not come back as some demon in a thousand years to seek revenge” Unlikely, but never impossible in the world they lived in. People had a tendency of finding their way back to the world of the living, clawing their way to life. The vampire chuckled, a smile lingering on her face for a moment, “I think I have taken a grand total of three pictures of my cell phone, none of which were selfies” She had spent some time flicking through the wonders of social media. Pages and pages flooded with images people have taken of themselves or their meal. Each one was accompanied by a caption or some type of tag. It was when she was thrown into the world of technology she felt her age. Something which had evolved so rapidly over time that she struggled to keep up. Her cell phone merely lay in her pocket so her brother could contact her, which was irritating to her. The idea of being contactable always. Although it was becoming apparent her brother had no intention of contacting her. For now. She was anxiously waiting for her screen to light up with an overdue text message. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t be welcoming him home with a warm hug. Aurora didn’t edge too far from Damien. His hand resting on her low back, keeping her in place. Secure and safe. The wording on the note was as vague as always. No hint as to where he would be going or what he was doing, but Aurora knew her brother well enough to know it must be Mikaelson related, “My brother is cautious to include me in his plans as he believes I will hinder them in some way” His actions were only driven from past experiences. In the early days, she was keen to get revenge on Elijah, but her love for Niklaus always stood in the way. “For over a thousand years he had been trying to bring an end to the family who created us. He fails to see it’s a futile mission as their lives are tied to ours along with every other vampire in existence. If they die then so shall we” If her brother heard her mutter these words to another outside their circle of trust he would be carting her away again. She raised her eyebrows as Damien mentioned his brother was elusive before breaking into a grin, “I hope it is nothing he is planning on dragging you into” She brought her right hand forward, trailing his fingers along the collar of his shirt. She wasn’t about to let him go easily either, “It sounds like we are finally sibling free” For a while at least. Once her brother’s plans failed he would be trawling back to Mystic Falls to collect Aurora. DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:53:53 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Oct 12, 2021 18:42:55 GMT
It had never occurred to him where they might end up. Church had been there on a Sunday. The town gathering in the pews, preaching piety, clinging onto their bibles as the commandments were hammered into them. Come Monday morning most of what said was forgotten. Folks were always gonna do what they wanted. Sleeping around, thieving, drinking … hurting folks too sweet and innocent to realise what that sort of sinning brought them to. Heaven and Hell were loose concepts, your destination laid out in front of you but until he’d seen Marty staggering down that road, Connie’s body sprawled broken and bloody behind him Damien had paid no real mind about it. Marty’s mistake had damned them all. Didn’t matter why you breaking those commandments, what good you were trying to do when you stepped into a bank with that gun held out in front of you, only that you were doing it.
Criminal. Sinner.
He’d stopped asking long ago what the reason for Sonny’s possession had been. There were a million reasons these things rose up and hunted, none at all that made sense for why they tortured. Oh why the thing had come looking for him after so much time. What was left of Sonny inside that shell couldn’t have been within a million miles of who his brother had been. Had to be closer to the shell of the asshole at their feet. Damien made a low sound in his throat. ”Only one place for ‘em to end up.” A low croon back. He knew she’d had an eye on the reaper but that was a fight that wouldn’t end up with him heading downstairs. It never worked that way for them, ‘specially not for the pious and the pompous.
Just for him. Pushing the thought of punishment from his mind, Damien drew Aurora close. It felt just as it had that first time, the two of them locked together on the beach, the rust of near sainthood sloughing off in the sand. ”If he does he won’t be around long.” A cockroach to be stamped out. Not likely to make it to the apocalypse, let alone survive it like others of his kind.
Survivors were made of something else. A spark inside of them that couldn’t be extinguished. Damien had seen it in the vampire’s eyes that night at the club, and it was there now, something in that chuckle, the smile that curled her lips without embarrassment. His own curved as he snorted. ”We’ll change that soon enough. They call them addictive for a reason.” He could’ve slipped it from her pocket now, thumbed it into life but this was no place to capture, no moment to celebrate. In fact they should’ve been vanishing from the area. Not so much out of an attempt to escape both of their lives and the brothers plaguing them again as in self-preservation. Sooner or later someone would stumble on the sad sack of flesh at their feet. Alarms always went up, even if they only sounded for men who didn’t deserve them.
His own had sounded frequently for Sonny over the years he’d chased him, building in his ears as he’d located him again, a five alarm fire on a cosmic scale. Thankfully tonight that was silent. Sonny had found trouble of some sort in this town with Crowley but it was a darkness on the horizon tonight. Pushed further from his mind than the boss. Aurora’s on the other hand…
There’d been a possibility of some sort of crack down from him after their last trip, the same threat there now maybe. Brows drawing together faintly, Damien shifted, making sure he still had Aurora close. That alabaster skin cool against his fingers, despite all of his years of ‘death’ there was a heat that lingered in him when he manifested. That same heat was in the half smile he managed, a wry amusement there along with an edge of grief as he remembered the way Connie had chased after him and Sonny when she’d been small. ”Worried his little sister’s gonna spoil all his fun?” he asked, one brow hitching above the rim of his glasses.
Shit. There were ancient things out there, Death himself amongst the oldest, but still, even now hearing about people a thousand years old gave him a start. Damien’s eyes narrowed faintly, the arm he still had around her tugging a little like he could bring some sort of comfort with it. ”The Original family?” he asked darkly. You couldn’t be a reaper for long without learning of them, or clearing up the trail of bodies they left littered behind them. ”You’re sure? Nobody’s ever taken one out…” Not that he’d have noticed the ripples if they were, he wasn’t a big enough fish in this pond for that. They weren’t the ones scooping up those who had been turned, that job was left for others.
Sonny was already dragging him into enough trouble. Demons worked on another scale too, typically the ones stirring up the trouble, slaughtering even more than the Mikaelsons. Sonny had left a trail of blood a mile wide, somehow sliding by … until Crowley had suckered him in and ended up falling from grace himself. Damien made a low sound as he leaned down to brush his lips over Aurora’s as she trailed her fingers over the collar of his shirt, just that brief skim of a kiss until a low sound was rumbling out of him. ”He’ll try, he always did, but if others do their job then he’ll be free eventually.” And on the move, pulling him with him. ”Sounds like a reason to celebrate. You want to get out of here again?” Dropping his head, Damien looked at the man sprawled on the ground. Not necessarily the other side of the planet again but not here, not if his fellow reaper was already yapping about his dereliction of duty.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Oct 23, 2021 16:54:07 GMT
Over a thousand years had passed and humans were still as cruel now as they were back then. Arguably worse now. Aurora hated the way Tristan treated Lucien during their human days and was furious when she found out about him torturing the poor stable boy, although she never spoke out. The fury just bubbled away inside, even now. There was no point speaking out against her brother, but he would insist he’s doing it all for her own good. For the good of their family. Almost as though he was recycling the phrase from Elijah. All three of them had a fraction of the Mikaelsons left over in them. Tristan with his sharp suits, Lucien with his bullish confidence and Aurora was left with the desire to find love, finally miserable each time. Either through her sabotaging the relationship through her own behaviour or Tristan stepping in to put an end to it all, usually through violent means, leaving Aurora standing over the body of her lover. Watching as their life faded away in seconds before her sibling would tell her how it was for her own good. Each time she opened her mouth to profess her anger she quickly recoiled, telling herself she was the reason her brother was dead. She was the reason they were all forced to live a lie for 100 years. It was the guilt that burned inside her that kept her from standing up to Tristan. It was why she needed to keep Damien a secret. Afraid he would succumb to the same fate as all those before him. She smiled at his assertive comment, with a hint of protection in there. She liked it. The criminal at their feet would be eliminated quickly if he were to return. Was that a promise he made to her? She hoped so. Aurora had witnessed the addictive impact cell phones had on population. People were struggling to tear their eyes away from them even for a brief moment. Locked into their screen as they wander down the street, with no concern for who is in front of them. A chuckle from her followed on from his laughter, as she peered up at him through the glasses. Blue eyes looking back into her green orbs. The pair had only met twice, but she was warming to him. From an abrasive encounter at the start, to this. But it was always the same with Aurora. She never held back, choosing to dive head first into any situation. There was no voice of reasoning rattling around inside her mind. It was usually Lucien who was her external voice of reason, but both Tristan and him were apparently otherwise engaged. She had drafted a message on her cell phone, telling Lucien her brother had disappeared but she soon hit cancel when she realised that would bring the stable boy to Mystic Falls. Come running to protect his first love, a love that she was sure was still burning inside of him, but he refused to admit it. The redhead laughed, “I do not think Tristan knows the meaning of the word fun. He is a serious man” It was rare to find him with a smile on his face or hear laughter come from his mouth, at least not a real one. “Regardless, I would rather be here” With you, but those words were left unspoken. “The Original family?”Oh how that family had made a name for themselves everywhere and even Damien knew they couldn’t be killed. She nodded, “Yes, the Original family” She repeated, her gaze still fixed on him, “They can be killed, but they hold the weapon. I promised my brother I would help him find a way to kill the family, but…” She sighed, pulling her eyes away from Damien for a moment before finding his gaze again, “If there was a way we would have found it by now. We travelled across Europe then America for centuries trying to find a way, but Tristan will not let the feud lie” Lucien and her had almost grown tired of the need for revenge. Both of them would let out a sigh of relief when Tristian would leave them to pursue another lead. Each one led to a dead end. At first, Aurora had hope, but it was diminishing over the years and she wondered if her brother felt the same. Whether he too had felt the same pang of failure she sometimes did. Damien planted a gentle kiss on her lips, the softness stirring those butterflies in her stomach. Ones’ she hadn’t felt in a long time and she missed it. The faintest kiss left her wanting more from the reaper. “Well, I am not about to let you go so easily” Her voice was low and calming as she spoke. She had become so wrapped up in the reaper she’d almost forgotten about the corpse that was still lying in the alleyway until Damien’s eyes left her and drifted to the body behind them. She didn’t bother turning back for one last glance. “I thought you’d never ask, but a word of warning, you may struggle to top the beach you whisked me off to last time” DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:53:53 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Nov 4, 2021 23:07:33 GMT
It was so simple to fall into the traps your loved ones left for you. Unintentional cages snapping tight around you like they had when the sound of rending metal had rolled back through the woods like thunder, trip wires left to blow apart the very heart of you, placed with infinite skill by the people who knew you well enough to be able to lure you right in. His siblings on the opposite ends of that. Connie and her care the bars he and Sonny had clung to together. They hadn’t wanted out of it, desperately had tried to hold that door closed because even thinking about what would happen when that door swung open was devastating. Sonny. Damien sucked in a breath every time he thought about that game of tag he and his brother had played for decades. One word from his brother was still all that it took to have another of those near invisible lines stringing tight right in front of him. Just waiting for a misstep.
Slowly, unexpectedly, he’d taken the first step across one of those lines to the woman standing on the other side. Caught in a web of those wires herself. Strung for different reasons, it seemed, but just as deadly with a misstep. Sonny would have had his world explode in pain and laughter, something gleeful in the destruction of everything he’d been trying to hold together. Damien could see that it would be the opposite for Aurora. The warmth and light and firework like explosiveness was in her – it had glittered in the blood on her lips at the club and in her green eyes now – the stone like seriousness in her brother instead.
Had he let himself be drawn to her for that warmth? Lured in like a half frozen caveman seeking sanctuary around that heat. Basking in it with fingers spread, or held to the flames. Damien saw it in the smile aimed at him, heard it in that laughter. He hummed lightly, his own lips curving fully now. ”Sounds like he could unbutton a little, least when it comes to you. Unpucker, crack a smile, or at least loosen the reins.” A side step of those wires for once, leaving the man trying to keep snare in them standing on the other side. Scowling, pissed, probably boring holes in the back of his neck but gone for now at least.
If the Original family was here and Lucien was as focused on them as it sounded maybe the man had bigger fish to fry – and those eyes on him were deadlier than he’d anticipated. Damien’s blue eyes narrowed, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he considered it. ”Some of the weapons,” he clarified. He didn’t think it’d ever been tried but surely the Mikaelsons couldn’t survive a reaper’s killing touch. It was a thousand times more primitive than those creatures, powerful on a cosmic level. It didn’t matter if you were nearly immortal, Death was inescapable, even if he took a thousand years to come calling. He dragged his knuckles gently up and down the dip of her spine. ”Would you?” he asked. ”If there was some way to call it quits. Do you want to keep chasing them or live free of it, Aurora?” A heavy question while they were standing over the corpse of the last man to try and take liberties with the vampire, but it felt like it would move one of those tripwires, leaving room for something else in a tangled life.
Maybe it would leave room for more of this. He’d never expected to stay in one place for so long but he’d followed Sonny here and now that bodies were dropping like flies all over town he wasn’t walking. He was grateful for it too. Something good overlaid all that blood and the stench of tragedy and loss that rose from the streets and woods like petrichor after a hard rain. Damien sank into the good now, the kiss gentle, softer than something like either one of them should’ve been capable of. ”Makes two of us,” he drawled lightly against her lips. Damien dragged his gaze away from the body. He brought his hand up, closed his fingers around Aurora’s to encourage her to curl them into his shirt. ”The beach was that good huh?” Clucking his tongue, he considered it. ”Guess I’m just gonna have to try and outdo myself.” One of the first times he’d allowed those particular wheels to spin in his head.
Decision made, he drew her into the shadows. There were footsteps coming now, approaching at a rapid clip. A gasp went up, a voice shrieking out, but they were disappearing from view. One shadow oozing into enough, oily and slick before it too seemed to disappear. The darkness remained around them until Damien drew away an inch. A hand thrust into the inside pocket of his jacket. The zippo was flipped open, the tiny flame moved from one wick to another in the dark, lighting up the cramped space they were in. A low ceiling, long narrow windows spanning the front wall. ”Not as fancy as last time,” he admitted with a cluck of his tongue. Damien grinned as he tucked the lighter away though, bending to thrust his hand under a long low bench that hugged another wall. ”You ever have a secret hiding place when you were a kid?” The town had sprawled down to the lake, the woods their playground through most of their childhood but it had been the factories down by the lake that had really offered up something special that was just theirs.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Nov 17, 2021 20:06:29 GMT
Loosen the reins? The idea of Tristan doing such a thing had a smile tugging at the edge of Aurora’s lips. He had made that mistake plenty of times before. Loosen them just a fraction, giving her a little freedom before she snapped them right out of his hands. Running off into the abyss to do whatever she wanted, whether it be finding someone to love her or killing a bunch of humans. “Maybe so” As much as she liked Damien there was that part of her she was desperate to keep a secret. The crazy part. The part that would no doubt scare him away, as it had done to many men before. The reins had been loosened whilst he was out of Mystic Falls though, but she wasn’t sure just how much. Tristan was clever and no doubt had eyes on her from every corner. Perhaps someone was watching them right now. Ready to feedback all the information to Tristan like a good little servant. The Mikaelsons had built an army using family, whereas Tristan was building one using ancient vampires who were willing to bow at his feet. Aurora had minimal interest in the Strix. They were there to protect their sireline. A sireline she didn’t even belong to. She and Lucien had always been the odd ones out in their little fan club. It was all very serious business when it came to the Strix, too serious for Aurora at times. “Some of the weapons,”Her eyes shot up towards Damien, her body growing tense. Only some? “It would be wise of you not to repeat that to anyone else. I have seen men have their eyes removed for such information” Her voice was serious as she spoke. She and Lucien travelled to the ends of Europe in the early days for a weapon to kill the original family. She’d always been a firm believer there was something else out there that could take them down, but each witch or warlock they turned to was too scared to speak out, in fear of being killed by the Mikaelsons. The family had managed to spark fear so great it extended across the globe. Even the mention of their name had people scurrying like rats into the darkness. They had a choice though. Risk their life and be killed by the Mikaelsons for spilling information, or to be killed by Aurora and Lucien there and then. Most likely Lucien. Like her brother, Aurora tried to keep the witches and warlocks on her side so she could turn to them in her time of need. “No one simply calls it quit with the Mikaelsons” Once an enemy, always an enemy. “I have no choice but to side by my brother’s side whilst he wastes our immortality. This life was forced upon him because of me so I cannot abandon him” Aurora chose to become a vampire, but Tristan was swept up with her, as always. Elijah saw an opportunity and grabbed it hard with both hands. She wrapped her fingers around Damien’s hand as the sound of footsteps grew louder. No doubt the human’s death would be recorded as another animal attack. A wild animal attacking someone in the middle of the day? Sounded farfetched but it appears the locals never questioned it. They were happy to turn a blind eye to the horrific things happening in their small town. Then there was a scream, piercing through the air that was cut off in almost an instant as Damien got them out of there. In a blink of an eye and they were fone. Wherever they were it was dark, as Aurora’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. Damien pulled back, she could hear him shuffling around in a pocket. A flame then flickered in front of her, illuminating Damien’s features. She smiled softly as he lit the other candles, “Where are we?” Her eyes scanned their surroundings before falling on Damien as he spoke again. “I use to hide in the kitchen a lot when I was younger. My father and brother never ventured into the kitchen. The cooks would usually find me and I would help them make food” She would never utter a word to her brother or father, terrified some brutal punishment would be inflicted on the sweet ladies in the kitchen who taught her how to make bread. “I had to be on my best behaviour at all times around the castle, in fear of putting my father to shame, but downstairs I could let that act slip a little” She wandered over to Damien, watching as he was running hand underneath the bench, “Is this yours?” It was secluded, quiet and out of reach. She liked it. DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:53:53 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Dec 11, 2021 0:02:18 GMT
Loyalties torn – Death pulling at one set of the reins he’d tangled himself up in, his loyalty to his brother throwing the other set around him. He hadn’t been the only one drawn to the scene of some of the atrocities the thing inside of Sonny had done. Reapers fluttering in like that one had doe tonight with judgment on their faces. Arguing had gotten him nowhere, it had just been a matter of time before he was torn apart. Like Solomon forced to choose who to give the baby too. Damien Beck about to be torn in two, the job that had been started with a bullet in the last bank they’d robbed finally completed. It would’ve left the thing in Sonny on its own to do what it wanted, all fight likely going out of his big brother with the news. They’d been deflated when Connie had been hurt, little air remained to hold them up afterwards. It had built again slowly but one wrong move on the job and a pair of invisible fingers could pull the plug.
Maybe if the Mikaelsons had realised that their little reign of blood shed might’ve come to an end long before now. They were a twisting of nature in the first place and if there was one thing Death couldn’t stand it was a disruption to the natural order. Perhaps if there hadn’t been things happening in this town on a cosmic scale, hell, if there hadn’t been things going on that way for centuries, maybe he would’ve slapped them down. That giant invisible hand squashing them flat. Would a whisper in the right ear do it now? Maybe.
That had consequences though, didn’t it. If the Mikaelsons died then so did all the vampires who had descended from them and he wasn’t ready to let go of Aurora. Damien smoothed a hand over her back, running fingertips over the suddenly rigid muscles. His lips pursed for a second before he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. ”They could try,” he said dryly. ”Not another word, cross my heart.” Especially since there were plenty among his own kind who might take that opportunity if paid enough. Death thought he had them all on a leash but there were always rumours of reapers who had broken away.
The Mikaelsons had done plenty of damage over the years but had they remained on top by truly stomping out every bit of resistance or anybody who had decided to try and slip away? If they had then they’d done it well enough that few seemed to have tried it. Damien flattened his palm against Aurora’s back, drawing her a little closer. Dark brows drew together over the equally dark frames of his glasses. ”Surely some have gotten away some time?” Too few, if. With the leash her brother kept Aurora on the chances were he would never let her go anyway. ”He’s not here now, is he?” In fact the only reason they had this was because her brother’s attention was in another direction. How many more chances would they have at this magical mystery tour before he came back, beady eyes turned in his direction? Too few.
For now though he was free to pull her in as someone finally approached. There was always a nose somewhere in this town to poke into what was going on and folks who put a hand up to block those enquiries. Still, neither one of them needed someone jamming them up. In the blink of an eye he’d taken them away, leaving the sound of discovery echoing in their wake.
Home.
The place had changed on the outside but there were still little pockets of the town that were the same as they had been when he’d last been there. Connie’s stone out in the cemetery, his parents’ too. Fresh flowers appearing there periodically, nobody ever realising where the Beck boys had ended up but not there at the least. Glancing over his shoulder as he let the dusty candles that were left, Damien slanted a grin at Aurora. ”My place … ours … me and my brother used to sneak out here all the time when we were kids.” Not like a kitchen … or a castle. He let out a low whistle as he fumbled around for the bottles they’d left here. Probably turned to pure gut rot now but maybe…
Bingo. He straightened up with an unopened bottle of bourbon. Blowing the dust off the top he held it out like an offering. The blankets on the bench were probably dusty too but he sank down on the edge of it all the same, settling a hand lightly on the back of Aurora’s thigh as he went to draw her in. ”It’s no castle but we always called it ours. There was a factory out here when we were growing up. Sonny went to work there in the end but before that … we’d sneak in, make these little dens for ourselves in all the abandoned buildings. This was from the 50s I think, some sort of cold war bunker. We’d pretend to be spies, watching the guys at the factory. There were girls too, Sonny was …” He chuckled lightly until it broke off with a hard swallow. ”Wanna play spies?” A teasing question, the game not as thrilling now but the flickering candle light and booze offered other options in this little world where they could hide away from Mystic Falls and it’s problems.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 150
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:53:28 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Dec 24, 2021 22:23:53 GMT
It was careless of her not to fear the original family, but if they really wanted her dead they could have torn her heart out by now. The same went for Lucien and Tristan. Her encounter with Klaus proved the family wasn’t that interested in the trio, as he was surprised to find her back in town. No word utter from the other family members thus far, especially not Elijah. Not only was she worried about what Tristan could do to Damien, but the Mikaelsons too. Damien could be a spot of vulnerability for her, but it wasn’t enough to hold her back from him. He made it perfectly clear he was capable of handling himself and there wasn’t even a flash of panic when she mentioned the Mikaelsons, a family who claimed to be the most powerful family on earth. The family who had taken so much for her already, she was prepared to let them take Damien too. Her muscles relaxed as his fingers trailed along her spine, a soft smile as she looked up at him. “Good” Her anxiety eased a little as Damien’s promise. There had been a few who managed to get away, but they lived the rest of their days in fear. Constantly looking over their shoulders waiting for an attack. Aurora had spent the first hundred years doing the same, but she was looking out for Mikael, under the impression it was her own father seeking to kill her. She eased into Damien’s hold, “A few perhaps” She and her brother were yet to be a declared enemy of the family though, rather merely disliked. It wasn’t enough to bring the Mikaelson’s looking for them. There had been moments in Europe where someone threatened to tell the Mikaelson's that she and Lucien were looking for a way to bring them down, but that person barely made it out of the city before she or Lucien snapped their necks. Despite every stone they turned, they were yet to find answers. Aurora has grown tired of the search, longed for something more with her immortality. Something which Damien could potentially offer, or so she hoped. “My brother has left town. Something to do with his vampire group of friends he is captain of” The Strixs. An exclusive group she had failed to join. “He has told me I must be on my best behaviour. You would think after a thousand years he would have grown bored of telling me the same thing over and over” A quiet chuckle at the thought. She was never going to play along with her brother’s demands of her. Damien was quick to pull her elsewhere. Somewhere plenty of miles away from Mystic Falls. Just those two. Wherever they were it was cozy. A place tucked away from all the chaos in the world, “And you are sharing it with me?” A smile on her face as she watched him fumble around looking for something. A bottle of something, “My God. How old is that?”[/b] She laughed, as her eyes inspected the bottle. The dust indicated it had been there for more than a few nights, creating a small cloud as Damien blew it off the lid. She edged forward, “At least it cannot kill me” She twisted the cap and it opened with a satisfying crack. Aurora took a seat next to him on the equally dusty blanket as she smelt the contents of the bottle. It was enough to burn the hairs inside her nose, she backed away from the bottle as Damien went on to describe where they were. “I love it” She bravely took a sip of the bourbon in her hand, her face twisting into disgust, “This may be a few years past its sell-by date” The taste lingered on her tongue longer than she wished. She tilted the bottle towards Damien, “Girls too?” She hated the idea of other girls here but quickly shut it down. Refusing to let her mind run away with itself. “Spies?” Aurora beamed, with a chuckle, “I must admit I have never played such a game, although I never have engaged in any of those childhood games people speak of, but it does fun”DAMIEN BECK
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 80
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Jan 20, 2022 20:26:56 GMT
Sonny might not have been what anybody would’ve called human for close to fifty years but once their parents had died his brother had been Damien’s only connection to the ‘human’ world. The thing that had seeped into Sonny, black and oily, had never allowed his brother to surface, but there was enough of Sonny shining through that shell for him to believe that some part had survived all the evil, the pounding the shell took for the foul thing inside. Sonny was still his brother, no matter what he was dragged into.
Given that they’d fetched up in a town that seemed lose half its population on a daily basis, it was no wonder that the thing had dragged Sonny here. That slaughter kept Death’s people hopping enough that he hadn’t stopped long enough to question it, until Aurora had shone a little light on the threat now. A spotlight on the Mikaelsons, undoubtedly one of the all time banes on Death’s existence. Damien could’ve pulled away, thrown his hands up to avoid being dragged into that spotlight with them but Aurora’s fingers were already tight in more than the black wool of his suit. One more was gonna get away from the Mikaelsons if they followed that thread between the two of them and came for him. He could take her hand and before the Mikaelsons could even bolt in their direction be a world away.
It’d leave her brother behind too. Another blessing perhaps. Damien’s frown deepened behind the thick frame of his glasses. He wasn’t about to complain if the Mikaelsons dealt with the guy and took the threat of Aurora being dragged off by the scruff of her neck ‘for her own good’ off the table. It would hurt her though, put lines of worry on that eternally smooth face. ”Captain? Sounds like a kid taking charge of his little gang.” Like he and Sonny, the Beck brothers facing off against the other kids in town after what had happened to Connie. The Beck brothers too infamous to head back home when they were the FBI’s most wanted. A rumble of amusement in Damien’s chest. ”Big brothers never get tired of it. What trouble could you possibly find here?” Feigned innocence, as though there hadn’t been a body at their feet.
The minute trouble had reared up again Damien got the both of them out of there. Aurora’s brother was going to have to put up with this, Death’s little lap dog too. His haughtiness was probably already whining about having to scoop up a soul that should’ve been someone else’s. Didn’t matter, they were hundreds of miles away from where they’d been in an instant, the body and the soul a problem left for another time now.
This place had been from another. Those 50 years vanishing as fast as the town had done. Damien chuckled lightly, the sound echoing in the enclosed space. Most girls they’d brought here had shivered, anxious about the enclosed space but not Aurora. There hadn’t been an ounce of that with her the last time, none now as he held the bottle up to her. ”Seemed right to. We needed to sneak off and I knew there were still a few treats hidden away here.” Grimacing faintly, Damien turned the bottle, studied the label. ”Probably ready for retirement,” he admitted with a wince. ”Haven’t been back here in about 50 years, give or take. It only gets better with age right?” And like the lady said, it wasn’t about to kill her. Or him. They were both already dead.
Damien sniffed the air, and let out a quiet whoo. He waved his hand, sending the dust motes that had risen dancing on the still air. The place could’ve entirely crumbled by now but like him and Sonny it had remained standing, a part of the town that hadn’t changed over the decades. ”I’m pretty sure it’ll only eat through your gut,” he murmured. Wrapping his fingers around the bottle and Aurora’s hand, Damien took a sip and was pretty sure he breathed out fire as it slid down. His lips pursed, his eyes watering faintly. ”From time to time. Sonny was always the ladies man though. One wink and they’d follow him anywhere.” Of course, he’d barely been enough to really start taking any of that seriously when they started out of town and got on the road to infamy.
Licking the taste of the bourbon off his upper lip, Damien offered the bottle up to Aurora again. The chuckle was warmer this time. He stretched back, readjusting the dusty cushions behind his head. ”We were too young for the girls then. They came later, although, Sonny still used to use the spy line. He worked for the government, they had a facility out there…” He lifted his chin towards the little narrow slot of the window. ”We’d watch them through there, try and work out what they were involved in, what they’d done. Like … travelling to Russia to spill trade secrets. Have you ever snuck into Moscow Ms. De Martel?” Damien angled towards her, reaching above him to angle the light fitting that’d been dead long before they’d found the place in Aurora’s direction. Blue eyes narrowed like laser beams, as though he’d burn some fanciful truth out of her.
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