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VAMPIRE · 19 Posts
Posted on: Jan 28 2018, 01:02 AM
726 for whoever dares interrupt her sulking
Crimson blood slowly dripped down Marcel’s chest as Faye’s newly bewitched vervain and wolfsbane dagger was dragged gracefully down. ”Tell me where you’ve hidden Nik and I’ll think about letting you live.” The words were like ice as her eyes never left his.The new type of hybrid groaned rather loudly at the pain, but closed his mouth and glared down at Faye. ”Now, now Marcellus none of my lion friends are here, so I know the cat hasn’t got your tongue. Talk to me sweetie.” She flashed him one of her classic smiles as she slipped the blade into the fresh wound. ’You might as well kill me,’ Marcel started after letting out more of a yell this time, ’because I’ll never tell you where he is.” Faye’s smile faded and she shoved the blade in at vampire speed stopping just before the hilt entered him. She took a step back leaving the blade in place and punched his face as hard as she could. Blood splattered from his lips making Faye frown. ”That wasn’t the answer I wanted, Marcellus.” She looked down at her shirt seeing blood, her frown deepened, ”And you’ve gone and ruined my favorite shirt!’ The vampress stomped from out of the compound cellar and up to her temporary room, leaving Marcel to his agony.
Since she had heard of Hope’s victory over her new prisoner Faye had returned to New Orleans in hope of getting the girl’s family and her best friend back. Though, she wasn’t expecting to find other house guests there. Apparently Hope had made some new witchy friends, now Faye was not one to judge, but when it came to the Mikaelson family she knew that this would not sit well when they returned. She’d managed to convince Hope to only keep just one in the compound the others would need to find new residency. It wasn’t any better that the Hope had chosen was a boy with dark hair, but it was better than the original group. Faye made it her duty to keep an eye on the young girl as well as to learn more about her new friends and try to get information out of Marcel about the where abouts of the original hybrid. All things were proving to be difficult, but Faye was not one to back down.
After a quick shower Faye got dressed and headed out. Sure, Elijah and Niklaus had fully stocked hidden areas of bourbon, but Faye needed to get out and get something more to drink. The Quarter had been just as crowded as it usually was on a Saturday night, which worked in Faye’s favor. She slipped through the people unseen hunting out her prey. Her eyes came across a young man walking by himself. A devilish grin formed on her face as she looped arms with him, the grin quickly turned flirtatious. ”Looking for a bit of fun?” She didn’t even bother asking if he was alone, that didn’t matter. Faye was rather annoyed with the day and she needed to feed. The boy nodded with a cocky smile. Her bloodlust boiled with excitement in the pit of her stomach as she led the boy into a dark alley. ”Promise you won’t scream?” her voice was soft as she compelled him before her tongue grazed over his jugular. Then, she fed. Well she tore the poor kid’s throat out as she drank but, oh well.
She cleaned her mouth with his shirt, then made sure no one had seen or she’d have eaten them too. She then continued to make her way to Rousseau’s. Normally she’d have gone to St. John’s but she just loved making the witches in this bar swarm. As she entered one of them saw her and rolled her eyes. Faye flashed a cheeky grin her way before taking a seat at the bar at the end. ”Your strongest bourbon, hun.” She couldn’t get away with compelling this tender, but she’d definitely get one of these to pay for her drinks for her. The first drink she received was gone the second she got it, then she ordered her second. This time she stared down into it lost in her thoughts.
notes: I can't promise she won't bite. You don't have to match WC OUTFIT
HUNTER · 9 Posts
Posted on: Feb 4 2018, 08:09 PM
Hiding in the dark
It was a little after midnight when Sam & Dean walked into their motel room. They had just gotten back from taking out a wendigo. Both brothers were sore and tired.
Sam had fallen asleep the minute he crawled into bed. Not wanting to do anything to wake him up, Dean decided to go out for a little bit. On a night like this, a beer or two usually helped Dean unwind enough so he could get some rest.
Without making a sound, Dean quickly wrote a note for Sam and left it on the night table for him to read. Once that was done, Dean left the motel room, got in the Impala and drove to Rousseau's - his favorite bar. He's been coming here every night since he moved to Nola 5 years ago.
Dean smiled as he pulled up to Rosseau's. He parked the car, got out and made his way inside and over to the bar. He took a seat at the far end of the bar and called the bartender over.
"Double shot of whiskey and a bottle of beer"
He said. The bartender nodded, put the shot glass in front of him, filled it up then went to get his beer. Dean picked up the shot glass and quickly knocked back the whiskey. A minute later, the bartender placed the beer in front of him.
Dean nodded his thanks to the bartender then picked up the bottle of beer and took a long pull of the liquid. He looked around and spotted apretty brunette by sitting all by herself. He made his way over to her and sat down.
He said then took another sip of his beer.
Watching from the shadows
VAMPIRE · 19 Posts
Posted on: Feb 4 2018, 08:57 PM
726 for Dean Winchester
How was Faye going to get Marcel to talk? Hope had tried to compromise with her about helping by putting a hex on him. Unfortunately Faye had to turn her down. The last thing her father needed to rage about was the fact that his daughter had gone Anakin Skywalker while he was away. She wanted to preserve Hope’s innocence for as long as she could in the family’s absence. Faye just couldn’t let her think she’s running the city and allow her to force her father’s whereabouts out of Marcel. She couldn’t imagine what killing someone on purpose would do to that poor girl. Though it was true she didn’t like children, this one was her best friend’s niece, the least she could do was protect her. Faye isn’t always as selfish appears to be. She has a heart when it matters.
Faye finished her second drink after pulling herself from her thoughts. It was out of character for her to be thinking so negatively, but she was truly losing faith in the Mikaelson family’s return. She waved her empty glass at the bartender signalling another drink. As she did so she was joined by a strange man. Her eyes glanced at him, he was pretty, like Kol, but in a scruffy way with pretty green eyes. Faye’s lips curved into a smirk, ”Can I help you, sir?” Once her glass had been refilled she took a sip of it.