LANA CASSWELL
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— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Sept 2, 2021 15:25:31 GMT
 ━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━
Lana had been afraid when Lawrence had left her there, but she owed him at least a shrivel of trust, she supposed. He had, after all, helped clean up her mess. The reminder of blood and flesh made her shiver and she sat back in her seat, the grand wooden table pressed deep in to her elbows as she blew out a breath and shut her eyes. Lana hadn't ever killed anybody before then, that she remembered. Wes had told her that her main objective was to destroy vampires, but Lana didn't know how to identify a vampire. Little did she knew that such a creature would find her. Lana was conflicted suddenly. If she was supposed to destroy those heartless, evil creatures, why had one gone to such lengths to help her and give her shelter? Sniffing, she covered her face and pressed down until the skin ached. Lana couldn't cry in the basement of a club, that was pathetic.
Flecks of dried blood on the thigh of her pants, Lana pulled her hands away from her face at the same time a door opened at the top of the stairs. She heard everything, right down to the creak of the mechanisms in the catch. That was still unsettling, how much she could hear and see in this new life of hers. Shooting to her feet, she stood in a wide, animal stance. As if preparing to run, or fight. Lana thought Lawrence was trying to help her, but what if he wasn't? What if Wes was right, and there were no creatures worth saving? Lana's hands flexed at her sides, and she almost laughed. What was she going to do, punch somebody? The pure hysterical ridiculousness made Lana feel very nearly unhinged. "L- Lawrence?" She squeaked, her eyes blinking rapidly in the dark as her mouth dried and her face threatened to clench with that screwed, animal expression she gained when hungry.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
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Business Owner
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I made the devil run
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Sept 20, 2021 20:20:54 GMT
Emerald City was a place for immortals to drink and socialise freely, but Hector was always wary about letting new vampires in, especially ones who'd been found feeding on a human in the woods. The newbies were unpredictable with no control over their urges, which was apparent in the brunette who just arrived with dried blood on her hands and clothes, speckles of it on her skin. She looked uncomfortable and out of place, but Lawrence hurried her into one of their private rooms, away from prying eyes. Lawrence was quick to remind him they were all new once. Hector was lucky his sire stuck around after he was turned. He had someone there for him to help him with his feeding and told him everything it meant to be a vampire. The unfortunate ones were tossed out into the world to deal with it themselves, and those were the ones who usually went off the rails. No one there to tell them to reel it in otherwise they’ll get killed or even worse caught. At least she posed no danger to him or Lawrence. Beings all cut from the same cloth with an unwritten rule to look out for one another, which was needed in Mystic Falls. Realistically it was in his best interests to look out for the new vampire. Hunters were scourging the small town for them and one sloppy meal could expose them. Lead the hunters to the club, the bar, and eventually to him. It was a possibility already running too high with the dead humans scattered around the bar a week ago. Humans with families who would no doubt be searching for them soon. All of them were last seen in Hector’s bar, though the CCTV wouldn’t show that. He was quick to erase all signs of them, compelling a few humans into believing they last saw the victim’s in Campbell’s bar. Covering tracks that weren’t his own was frustrating, but he knew if the police caught wind of the bar they’d come crashing down in an instant, no thanks to the last owner who tainted its reputation. A reputation Hector had been working hard to change. He wasn’t about to let all that go to waste because of a few ancient vampires with feeding problems. Hector headed down to check on the female. He heard the chair legs scrap violently against the floor as she called out for Lawrence. He opened the door, light seeping into the room before he flicked one of the dull lights on. Hannya would often complain if they were too bright. The stranger's face mirrored that of his own. Dark veins webbed beneath her eyes and fangs were apparent. “Here you go… this should help” He held out a glass of dark red liquid, “It’s not as good as the fresh stuff, but it’ll help with the hunger”LANA CASSWELL |
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LANA CASSWELL
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— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 21:00:27 GMT
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Nov 26, 2021 4:14:24 GMT
━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━
Lana flinched when he held a glass out into the space between them, taking an instinctive step back and knocking against the opposite wall. She was still shocked by her own speed, moving from one place to the next without even thinking about it. The glass was clear, and she could see the complex crimson as it clung to the sides in an oily manner. She didn't quite realise it was blood in that moment, though she smelled it thick and heavy at the back of her nose. She took a step forward, lips pressed tightly together, attempting to shed her sheepish weakness in the shadow of such a powerful man. "I can't..." Her voice was a whisper, and it made her stop and clear her throat. She took the glass out of mere politeness, aware of her imposition in this man's establishment. She looked down into the contents and her nose wrinkled. "I haven't ever..." Her voice was louder, no less shaky, knuckles bloodless where she gripped the glass.
"I was going to say I can't drink this because it's blood-" She snickered helplessly at the ridiculousness of the statement, releasing one hand from the glass to rub at her brow in embarrassment, cringing at her own stupidity. Lana had never drank human blood like this in Wes's company. He had always intravenously exchanged it while training her, though he was explicit on how she might feed upon vampires out in the wild. And the test subjects had always been weak and willing, though Lana preferred not to envision those imprisoned by Wes for experimentation. They had all looked so... human. She lifted the glass and sipped it gingerly, flinching when it was thick and tasteless, too hot to be fresh from a vein.
"It's..." Her teeth clenched and throat convulsed as she forced it down. "Disgusting," She admitted, her nose wrinkled, though she took another sip before giving up. "I can't drink that," She muttered, preparing to hand it back before she hesitated. It was hot and unwelcome on the way down, but it settled something itchy in her gut momentarily. She pulled it back with a frown, took a breath, and lifted the glass once more. Gulping it all at once, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as it dripped down one corner of her mouth and coloured her dirty collar. She dropped her head with a gasp, free hand dashing the blood from the corner of her mouth as she was seized by the wrongness of it all. Lana didn't realise until it was too late that she was gripping the glass too tightly, shattering it in her fist and making her flinch in shock, eyes wide with surprise. "I'm so sorry-" She blurted out, shards of glass cutting deep into her palm already healing as she tilted her palm and let it drop at her feet. "I didn't mean that..."
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Dec 11, 2021 15:38:24 GMT
Perhaps it should have been Lawrence in that room. He was way more softly mannered compared to Hector. A calming Canadian accent, unlike his blunt English one. Lawrence gave a convincing argument though. It would help Lana to speak with someone who had been alive for more than two seconds. Someone with more life experience. He was there to convince her everything was going to be okay, which was doubtful. The girl appeared to have zero control over her impulses which wasn’t going to end well for her. Beneath the tough exterior, there was someone who could empathize with people. Just watching Lana scatter to her feet had him thinking about the first few days after he turned. It was hell, but his sire stuck around to show him how to be a vampire. It didn’t help to quell the terror that sat inside him though. A vampire? He’d never even heard of such a thing, but they’d been kicked out a few centuries before Hector was turned. It all sounded like an awful nightmare that he was waiting to wake up from. That was 700 years ago. He never woke up from the nightmare but instead accepted what he was. A being that needed to feed on humans to live. He couldn’t help but smile when Lana insisted she couldn’t drink the blood but took the glass anyway. “Yeah it’s a weird concept drinking blood, but it’s what your body wants. Well, it’s what your body needs. Without it, your veins will start rubbing together and you’ll slowly shrivel away” He too shunned away when Nicholas shoved a human's wrist in front of his mouth, but he gave into temptation within seconds. It was hard not to when there was only a thin layer of skin between him and what he wanted. Disgusting? Hector smiled, “Just try and forget its blood. Just imagine it’s… it’s cranberry juice” But thicker with a completely different taste. Metallic and warm. It was a wonderful taste to Hector’s buds, but he’d been doing this for far longer. He watched as Lana finished the whole glass, knowing she’d enjoyed that. He stepped forward, ready to take the glass from her but it quickly shattered in her hands. This girl truly was a bag of nerves. “It’s okay don’t worry about it” He moved towards one of the plush chairs, taking a seat on the edge as he looked up at the other vampire. “Lana right? I’m Hector” He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees. “If you wanna make it in this world you need to gain some kind of control over yourself otherwise you ain’t gonna last” He paused for a moment, a gentle nibble of his lower lip as he pondered over his next suggestion, “I can try and help you” An offer he may regret in the future, but it was hard to watch a new vampire in the world. Helpless and lost. “Do you know who turned you?” They could have stuck around to make sure Lana didn’t rip open the first human she saw. It was hard once your hearing latched onto the sound of a beating heart nearby. Hector gestured towards one of the free chairs, “Sit down. Take a deep breath. Relax. You’re safe here” That was something he could guarantee. Dark eyes drifted down to Lana’s hand, a small frown formed on his face, “Did you lose your daylight on the way here?” He looked back up at Lana, “Don’t worry if you have it can only be inside the building somewhere otherwise you would have scorched before getting here” He was quick to add, in an attempt to keep Lana calm, “You’re lucky to get one so quickly. I have customers who come in here, centuries-old and they still haven’t secured themself a daylight ring. I had to travel four days on the back of a horse to get mine and it cost me 13 shillings, which is a lot of money” He lifted his right hand up to flash his own daylight ring. The band that had allowed him to walk amongst humans. LANA CASSWELL |
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LANA CASSWELL
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— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Mar 13, 2022 21:48:06 GMT
━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━
"Shrivel..?" Lana gawked, head tipping forward in shock. Wes had never told her what happened to a vampire that didn't feed. Though she had seen plenty of imprisoned creatures weakened, she had always assumed that was a chemical counterpart. Lana had never considered a reality where a vampire might simply choose not to feed long enough to find out what might happen. "So... you have to feed or you'll... shrivel?" She clarified, more to herself than in the format of an actual question. This was a confusing fact to digest, she did not want to shrivel. Though, there was no fear of that happening, her belly was rarely empty. She hadn't figured out how to last very long between each feed. Lana always felt hungry. The glass was shattered in her palm, Lana watching with a fearful fascination as the gash in her palm neatly closed itself. Leaving only a thin streak of her own blood behind. She turned it in the light, as if to shattered the illusion.
"I never much liked cranberry juice," Lana muttered dumbly, as if to fill the awful, stretching silence. "Tasted kinda like... like perfume." She licked the blood from the palm of her hand without really thinking about it. Looking up, Lana lowered her arm with an artificial slowness. The other vampire had brushed off the shattered glass with little care and taken a seat in a plush armchair. She did not join him in the adjoining chair, preferring to keep the wooden table and the metal chair firmly between them. Lana felt she could trust Lawrence, but she did not feel the same comfort from this imposing figure. She did not trust Lawrence enough to trust his company. Though Hector made himself perfectly comfortable in the room, Lana could not mirror him as she stood stiffly. She felt as if she were being lectured, a bubble of frustration welling up in her throat. "I thought I was in control." She ground out, the words bitter in her mouth. "I've never... been outside before, I didn't know it was like this- I didn't know it was all so... so loud." Her hands fluttered in the air around her ears, shivering with shame and anger.
"How?" Lana swallowed thickly, incredibly suspicious as she leaned across the table expectantly. As if she were hanging on Hector's every word. Wes was the cleverest man in the Augustine Society. How could this Hector help her if Wes could not. Then again, Wes was not a vampire. But, neither was Lana - not really, not like Hector was. Flinching, Lana wondered if Hector could read her mind as he asked her quite plainly who 'turned' her. The answer was complicated, but simply put she supposed Wes had turned her. She did not tell him this. Her head dropping, eyes squeezing shut. "I don't wanna talk about that," She mumbled, knuckles white where they left an imprint on the metal at the backrest of the metal chair she gripped for security. She couldn't betray Wes, afraid of the consequences that might find her should he find out.
"I don't want to sit down," She snapped reflexively, though she gripped the back of the chair as if she might, unable to stop her immediate urge to comply when directed by the dominant figure in the room. The metal back creaked under her grip before it snapped and she gasped, releasing it with a huff of humiliation, cheeks colouring. For a moment, Lana could only listen in confusion as he talked about her daylight ring, though it was a perfectly reasonable assumption. She looked down at her hands, the knuckles still dusted with dried blood, the nail beds massacred. Lana put them both behind her back, gripping them furiously. "I didn't lose it here," She disagreed without thinking first, flinching when she realised what she had said. "I mean, I don't remember... losing it." Her lie was obvious, face slack and guilty. Lana did not need a daylight ring, Wes had informed her, sunlight being one of the chief weaknesses of 'natural' vampires. She had not inherited that. Frighteningly, beyond the initial panic of revealing herself too soon, Lana realised that Hector must be very very old. She had known the scope of vampire lifespans in theory, but it was bruising to see it in person. "You don't look very old," She mouthed dumbly, flexing her numb fingers behind her back as she watched an artery pulse in Hector's neck evenly. Would he taste old?
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HECTOR DACRE
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Age:
765
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Business Owner
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Played by:
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I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Mar 21, 2022 13:34:13 GMT
It was hard to believe but Hector stood in Lana’s shoes once. A scared bewildered vampire who was new to the world. Someone who was honestly terrified of what they had become or what they could do. The sharpness of his teeth or the speed in which he moved. It was all frightening, balancing on unnerving. Nicholas told him immediately what he was. A vampire. Hector shook his head, with no understanding of what that term even meant until his sire explained. He refused to believe it until he was presented with a human. Her wrist waved in front of his nose, tempting him to drink from the vein. He felt those veins crawl from his eyes as his face changed into something else. He found himself driven by something else, something that was no longer human. Maybe he’d gone in a little too quickly on the facts with Lana. Nicholas delivered everything slowly to Hector, but here he was spilling everything out in a minute forgetting she was still processing everything that was happening. “Sort of yes. You start to desiccate which isn’t fun and somewhat painful… or so I’ve heard” He’d never found himself at that point, starved of human blood and his veins rubbing together like sandpaper. “But it doesn’t happen straight away. It’s a slow process” He wasn’t doing a good job of calming her down as the glass shattered in her hand. The wound on her palm healed within a matter of seconds with Lana watching it. “Rapid healing. You can heal from almost any wound inflicted on you” Hector was amazed when he found this out after catching himself on a throne bush. The sharp tip grazed along his skin bringing blood to the surface, only to disappear again a few seconds later. Hector had never met a fresh vampire in control of their urges. They thought they were until they came across a human with a thudding heart. “It’s only loud if you want it to be. You have shut out all that external noise and focus on where you are. Like, focusing on the sound of my voice rather than the voices outside” He eased into the chair, relaxing as he did so. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed” It felt like someone had come along and increased the sharpness in your life, but by now that was normal to him. The noise, the smells, the urges. It was all part of everyday life. God, she was a snappy one leaving Hector’s muscles twitching. She was new, she couldn’t help. That’s what he told himself. “How?” was a very good question. He cast his mind back to start, trying to remember how Nicholas helped. “I can teach you how to deal with everything and show you how to feed without killing” He was no expert but he’d been doing this a lot longer than the average vampire. He nodded slowly at her response, “Right okay” A subject that wasn’t to be pushed, he could sense that. First the glass and now the back of the chair. He wished she’d stop touching things, causing him to have a quick glance around the room. There wasn’t anything too expensive in there. At least nothing that couldn’t be replaced with ease. He narrowed his eyes at her when she went on to explain about her daylight ring, “You must have lost it in the bar. You wouldn’t have been able to get here without one… sunlight is a vampire’s weakness” Slowly he got to his feet, approaching Lana with caution as though she was an aggressive animal. There was a thin smile on his face, “I’ll take that as a compliment” He reminded a few steps away from Lana, “As vampires, we never age so you’ll look this way forever” A hand lifted as he gestured towards her. It was one of the best things about being a vampire, remaining forever young. There wasn’t a single line on his face, or even a creek in his bones despite living for over seven centuries. LANA CASSWELL |
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