#Leader Of the New-York Vampire Clan

[bloodydesires-if]

Bloody Desires: The Cure - Intro Post

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Bloody Desires: The Cure is a supernatural interactive fiction set in the 21st century. When the Vampiric Round Table (VRT) summons you to New York, you have no choice but to go. The VRT has learned of a credible rumor that a cure for vampirism is somewhere out there. But your kind aren’t the only ones searching for it. The dangerous supernatural exterminators, Heaven’s Hunters, seek the cure to wipe vampires from existence.

18+ for violence, blood, death, sexual themes, explicit language, and morally gray storylines.

Embark on a bloody adventure featuring:

6 unique MC backstories;

3 clans to choose from (Viscardi, Crescendo, Saleyrn);

characters, both supernatural and mortal, who you can form alliances and relationships with (or piss off?);

the ability to play as non-binary, male, female, cis, or trans;

opportunities to level up your skills for the fight ahead; 

multiple endings. 

Learn more about the backstories and companion characters below.

The following companions have platonic and romantic routes.

Kieran Collins - The Shifter

137 years old (looks early 30s) | Irish | male | he/they

Kieran is a shifter who takes on the form of a wolf. They have full control of when they shift, although it can be painful if they shift too often between resting. In his human form, he relies on knives and has spent his life studying supernatural rituals and artifacts. 

Charlotte St. Claire - The Deadly English Rose

28 years old | English | female | she/her

Charlotte is a Londoner with a dark past, having spent a large portion of her life entangled with the dangerous underworld of London. This path led to her imprisonment by a group of vampires who treated her as their personal blood bag. After escaping on the precipice of her death, she was found by Kieran who took her under his wing. 

River Silvius - The Witch

32 years old | American | non-binary | they/them

River is the youngest witch in their family and was raised in the state of Washington. They are currently a professor at the New York Institute of Witchcraft, the premier witchcraft college in North America. They sometimes work on cases with Bennett. 

Katerina Kallergis - The (Other) Vampire

282 years old (looks late 20s to early 30s) | Greek | female | she/her

Katerina is a vampire who was born in Greece almost three-hundred years ago. She despises vampirism - including herself and other vampires. Not much is known about members of her clan, the Infinitum, as they are a tight-knit group of vampires who value privacy and usually avoid other supernaturals as much as possible. 

Bennett Williams - The Cowboy

31 years old | American | male | he/him

Bennett grew up on a ranch in Texas, where he was the only survivor of a Heaven’s Hunters (HH) attack that wiped out his family, including his sister who was a Witch and the intended target. He is currently a private investigator for supernaturals and their families. He is fond of his cowboy hat and shotgun and wears an eyepatch on his left eye. 

There will be additional characters who play their own role in the story, including members of the Vampiric Round Table, clan leaders, Heaven’s Hunters, and more. However, this post would be too long to list all of those people.

Here’s a brief look at the six possible backstories for MC. Subject to change if needed by the author.

Shadow of War World I

Born: 1896 - London, England | Turned: 1915 - Loos-en-Gohelle, France

Born in the heart of London, your life brimmed with dreams. But those were overshadowed by the devastating turmoil of World War I. You were driven by a sense of duty at 19 years old and enlisted alongside your best friend from secondary school. After watching your best friend fall in combat, you were overwhelmed by survivor’s guilt and were left trying to navigate the war-torn world without them. Eventually, you were dying on a different battlefield, reminded of them. But as the darkness closed in, so did a vampire…

Shadow of the Roaring 20s 

Born: 1898 - New York, NY | Turned: 1922 - New York, NY

Born to a working-class family in the heart of New York City, you spent the entirety of your mortal life there. Your Sire was drawn to you as soon as you entered the speakeasy that fateful night… as your connection with your Sire grew, so did both of your desires to never lose each other. A year after being turned, a relentless group of vampire hunters took them from you as they sacrificed themself for your sake...

Shadow of the Spanish Renaissance 

Born: 1608 - Barcelona, Spain | Turned: 1635 - Madrid, Spain

Born to a merchant family in bustling Barcelona, your early years were spent comfortably and your family hoped you would follow in their footsteps. But your passions lay elsewhere. You found yourself inspired by artists such as Coello and Velázquez, and frequented libraries and salons. As you grew older, the weight of familial obligations bore down upon you. One night while you were in Madrid visiting friends, a vampire approached you with a proposal…

Shadow of the French Revolution

Born: 1770 - Vizille, France | Turned: 1799 - Paris, France

Born to a family of budding rebels in Vizille, you experienced the backdrop of social unrest and discontent. As the revolution began to spread across France, you found yourself at the midst of it in Paris. It is there that your Sire became fascinated by your sense of justice and chose you to be their eternal descendent. Against your deepest desires, you were thrust into immortality, a fate you never sought, as your original intention was simply to fight for the betterment of humanity…

Shadow of the Zhou Dynasty

Born: 890 B.C. - Western Zhou | Turned: 867 B.C - Western Zhou

Born into a prestigious family, you spent much of your time at court, learning from tutors and schemers alike. As a young adult, you were caught in the crossfires of a power struggle within the court. Betrayed by those you once trusted, you were the victim of an assassination attempt. You only remember your eyes closing….and then waking up as a vampire, your sire nowhere in sight…

Shadow of the Nile

Born: 1050 B.C. - Tanis, Egypt | Turned: 1023 B.C - Thebes, Egypt 

Born to a family of esteemed lineage, you were raised in the sacred walls of the Temple of Amun-Ra in preparation for your future as a religious figurehead. You did eventually become an important leader in Thebes during a time of political imbalance. But then you died. When you awoke, a vampire was watching over you with an amused look. They swore to have found you already dying in an alley…

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Asks are welcome if you so desire, however, I won't be doing NSFW reactions or long reactions at this time. I will still do some regular reactions and answer general NSFW. Thanks!

P.S. please let me know if there's an error in the post, thanks <3

[putrid-tongue]

the  bracing  winds  are  almost  enough  to  force  you  to  turn  around.  faint  recognition  reverberates  from  the  ancient  soil  beneath  your  feet  &&  instinctively  you  know  that  you  are  being  watched.  you  only  notice  that  your  hands  are  shaking  as  you  raise  them  to  grasp  the  fluttering  lapels  of  your  coat—  taking  a  deep  breath  to  steady  yourself,  you  pull  the  fabric  tighter  around  you.  upon  the  distant  horizon  you  spy  a  dilapidated  ruin  of  a  castle,  foreboding...  alive.  ❞

...  all  of  that  and  more  is  the  clan  tzimisce.  the  dragons  mark  the  carpathian  mountains  as  their  territory—  a  fount  of  power  dating  back  to  ancient  times,  LONG  BEFORE  THE  RISE  OF  ROME.  the  gift  received  upon  being  embraced  by  a  tzimisce  vampire  is  that  of  metamorphosis,  and  they  have  perfected  the  art  in  ways  other  kindred  could  not  even  begin  to  grasp.  why  rely  on  the  protean  forms  of  the  bat  and  the  wolf  when  one  may  become  one  with  the  soil  of  their  haven?  look  as  another?  transcend  the  limitations  of  gender,  or  the  prison  of  a  humanoid  body.

therein  lies  the  VICE  OF  TZIMISCE:  covetousness.  possession.  be  it  their  domain,  their  charges,  an  object  or  a  person.  it  is  a  compulsion  they  cannot  flee,  and  to  satisfy  the  call  of  their  blood  a  lure  impossible  to  ignore.  all  aspirations  of  a  tzimisce  will  come  to  a  head  at  the  culmination  of  power—  although  the  way  to  reach  it  will  vary  from  one  kindred  to  another.

as  this  verse  is  supplementary  to  mordú's  modern  verse,  his  origins  remain  similar.  he  remains  mínluben  duțescu,  born  in  brașov,  however in  1823.  in  those  times,  romania  was  the  stage  of  many  revolutions  seeking  independence  and  a  unified  wallachia  and  moldavia.  mínluben  was  turned  sometime  in  1860,  as  the  tzimisce  dracon  at  the  time  had  personal  interested  in  seeing  the  principalities  of  moldavia  and  wallachia  united  &&  mínluben  had  played  no  small  part  in  seeing  that  alexandru  ioan  cuza  ascends  to  the  throne.  thus  drawing  the  attention  of  the  dracon  upon  himself.

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throughout  the  decades,  mínluben,  who  takes  up  the  name  of  mordú,  finds  himself  adjusting  rather  spectacularly  to  his  rebirth  into  cainite  society.  in  the  years  leading  up  to  the  21st  century  he  finds  himself  in  countless  roles  and  functions.  from  being  a  statesman,  to  a  soldier,  to  a  gang  leader,  university  professor  and  much  more.  although  tzimisce  vampires  do  not  mesh  well  with  humans,  mordú  often  finds  himself  entangled  in  the  matters  of  sheep—  by  fascination  and  necessity  both.

CURRENTLY  ...

...  MORDÚ  ENTERTAINS  A  HAVEN,  a  sanctuary  for  other  kindred  to  frequent  and  seek  shelter.  it  operates  out  of  old,  isolated  subway  tunnels  in  new  york  city  and  is  fronted  by  an  exclusive  speakeasy  named  asakku,  where  humans  may  also  frequent—  unaware  of  what  lies  right  beneath  their  feet.  there,  mordú  honors  the  strict  &&  ancient  laws  of  hospitality  that  are  inherent  to  his  clan.  being  as  old  as  he  is,  mordú  may  offer  knowledge,  tutelage  and  aid  to  younger  kindred—  though  all  that  goes  beyond  hospitality  requires  a  price.  perhaps  this  is  just  how  he  succumbs  to  the  vice  of  his  tzimisce  blood.  either  way,  your  muse  will  find  out  sooner  or  later.

same  as  in  his  modern  verse,  mordú  deals  in  occult  knowledge  as  well  as  antique  artifacts  to  both,  vampires  and  humans.

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𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘

vicissitude  :  the  art  of  flesh  &&  bone  shaping.  allows  the  complete  remaking  of  one's  body,  once  powerful  enough,  and  the  making  of  ghouls.

auspex  :  the  heightening  &&  sharpening  of  one's  senses  to  superhuman  levels.  may  include  the  reading  of  one's  aura,  knowing  when  one  is  being  lied  to,  learning  something  about  a  previous  owner  by  touching  an  object.

dominate  :  enthrall  a  person  to  do  one's  bidding,  not  without  risk.

𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘  𝖔𝖋  𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

a  guest  is  entitled  to  nourishment  for  three  days  and  three  nights.

a  guest  is  entitled  to  protection  against  third-party  aggressors.

a  guest  is  entitled  to  the  best  quarters  of  the  home,  including  the  hosts  own  chambers.

however,  a  guest  must  also  abide  by  some  obligations  to  receive  such  treatment.

a  guest  will  exchange  a  gift  or  service  with  the  host.

a  guest  will  respect  the  hosts  boundaries  and  property.

a  guest  will  not  needlessly  anger  the  host.

a  guest  may  not  stay  longer  than  the  duration  of  days  and  nights  they  are  entitled  to,  unless  invited.

𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖞

kindred  :  term  for  other  vampires  within  vampiric  society

cainites  :  term  for  the  vampiric  race,  among  vampires.  however  is  kindred  is  favored  in  modern  times

haven  :  a  sanctuary  for  vampires,  unknown  to  humans.  a  place  to  demonstrate  ones  true  nature

dracon  :  an  elder  of  the  tzimisce  clan  specifically  (  other  clans  have  different  terms  )

  disclaimer:  this  verse  draws  heavy  inspiration  from  vampire:  the  masquerade!  the  clan  tzimisce  and  information  pertaining  to  them,  the  listed  powers  as  well  as  some  terms  such  as  cainites,  kindred  are  taken  from  the  ttrpg  source  material.  it's  a  wonderful  ressource  for  building  vampires  and  supplementing  one's  own  thoughts  as  it  has,  in  my  opinion,  the  most  detailed  and  lovingly  crafted  lore  on  vampires  currently  available.  not  to  mention  that  the  rule  books  etc  are  written  so  beautifully  &  atmospheric.  if  any  of  you  are  interested,  i  do  have  pdfs  and  i  am  more  than  willing  to  share  them.

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

I know the show is like, way more serious on this matter, but when it comes to the books, I love how casual the whole politics area is

Shadowhunters? The Consul is like *the* most important person in the wholeass world and they’re elected on a random afternoon with candidates who were nominated like two minutes ago. Before that, Jia kept trying to make Alec Head of any institute like she was assigning chores in a house or something. (“Alec, you should wash the dishes you’re GOOD AT WASHING DISHES” “I DON’T WANT TO JUST WASH THE DISHES LET ME DEEP CLEAN THE WHOLE FUCKING HOUSE!!”).

And yeah sure the Consul has a fancy house in Idris and all but they can just choose to live anywhere they fancy to. Imagine the US President living in an apartment in New York and just showing up at the White House whenever he needs to do work. Alec and Charlotte on the other hand can like, do exactly that. (Tho tbh Alec doesn’t have much of a choice, and even when he does he’ll choose to live in NY anyways)

Warlocks? Literally any random Warlock can call himself the High Warlock of anything and everyone else will just be like “*shrugs* Yeah sure”. Magnus literally switches places with Catarina for the Warlock member of the council as if it’s a random corporate brunch event all like “Cat I can’t be there my ex is gonna show up” and then again all like “Actually nvm I kind of want to see my ex Cat, Imma go”

And yeahhhh sure they have the Spiral Labyrinth Council but since literally every warlock is the personification of “fuck you I do what I want” it doesn’t help much anyways.

Werewolves and Vampires are a wee bit better when it comes to leadership but their literal only rule for someone becoming a leader is “you have to kill the previous leader”. And that is how a 16 year old girl became the head of a werewolf pack and a literal 12 year old became the leader of the NY Vampire clan.

Faeries are like, the only group in this world with a proper political structure, kinda ironic since they’re known to be the most chaotic creatures.

[sky-neverending]

the roles and ages of the twst characters in my shadowhunters au

Riddle Rosehearts (20)- Shadowhunter, future Head of the New York Institute

Ace Trappola (18): Shadowhunter

Deuce Spade (18): Half-Shadowhunter who gets turned into a vampire (daylighter due to his shadowhunter blood)

Vil Schoenheit (unknown, over 100, appears 22): Vampire, head of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan

Epel Felmier (unknown, appears 18): Vampire

Rook Hunt (unknown, appears 21): Vampire

Leona Kingscholar (25): Werewolf, new leader of the New York Pack

Ruggie Bucchi (20) and Jack Howl (18): Werewolves

Silver (unknown, over 100): Warlock, High Warlock of Brooklyn

Lilia Vanrouge (unknown, estimated over 300): Faerie, right hand of Malleus Draconia, the man who raised Silver

Malleus Draconia (unknown, younger than Lilia): Seelie King, older brother figure to Silver

stay tuned for more information!!

[ladylamrian]

Bound by Fate (Mini-Series)

- Chapter 2: Hold On

[ Please read Chapter 1 before this ]

🩸With a connection to Choices: Bloodbound

Female MainCharacter: Alexis Clarissa Fontaine

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder

Summary: A Supernatural War takes place.

Word Count: 1.9K words

Rating: Mature (Major character death)

Warnings: Depression, Angst, Vampires, Ferals, War, Mature Character Death

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Author's note: I'm sorry. Please don't cry 😭

It's been several months since both nighthunters, Nik and Katherine joined the supernatural war in New York caused by the vampires. At least her friend, Kristin Jones who lived in New York was currently staying in California and is safe there. Alex was sitting quietly on the white couch in the livingroom of Nik's apartment. The room was dark, she didn't turned the lights on and sadly stared into the air. Tears welled up in her chocolate-brown eyes because of worry, lonlieness and fear. No message, no phone call, no news, no new updates and no informations regarding the two missing hunters. No matter how much she tried to think about something else, get her mind away by trying out new things or watching TV (which wasn't about the current happenings)... she couldn't stop thinking about Katherine and Nik.

"I miss you.", she silently wispered.

Suddenly the front door of the apartment flew open revealing Garrus, Krom, Ivy, Cal and Vera. The bright light from outside blinding her eyes since she spent a long time in the darkness alone. Quickly her friend, Vera rushed inside, wrapped her into a gentle hug while Alex her eyes slowly adjusted the light. The rest of the friends entering the livingroom too. Cal sat on the other side next to her and gently wrapped his strong arm around her for support.

"Alex, why did you locked yourself up inside Nik's apartment for days? Luckily Garrus has an extra key of Nik's apartment. We're so worried about you. How long we're you sitting in the dark like this? Did you even had sleep at all?", Vera worriedly asked her friend while Krom began to unpack some fresh food which he brought for Alex. Garrus brought a warm blanket from the bedroom to keep her warm and Ivy served her tea.

"I... I... I'm worried about Nik and Katherine... it's been sooo long since we last heard of them. I'm so worried, it's not like them. Ohhhh my poor Nik, has he even eaten something yet? Is he freezing? What if something terrible happened them? What if they're in danger? Nik could be hurt and lying somewhere injured on the ground, because he likes to take risks. Oh, I'm so glad that Nik didn't made me pregnant by accident on our date that night, what would have happened to that poor child? I don't want to end up alone with a child like my mother did, while the father was missing or dead... Nooooooooo... Nooo, Nik!! What... what if he lost his memory, forgot who he is, forgot about me, forgot everything and decides to live in New York to build a new family there?!!!! Noooo, noooo, he can't do this to me, he... Ouch!!", Alex stopped to panick as Ivy slapped her face to calm her down.

"Thanks, Ivy. That slap felt good."

"You're welcome, Alex. No worries. Now stop worrying or making up szenarios that aren't true. Nik and Kate are strong and will take care of themselves. I know it, besides they have three clan leaders of the vampires on their side. Rheya won't win!", she answered, but deep inside Ivy was also scared. Rheya, the very first vampire ever existing... no one wants to mess up with her. No one. If the strong clan leaders were struggling than how much would the two nighthunters handle?

According to the newspaper called Immortal Times which can't be read by humans, delievers important informations and news only to supernatural beeings and those connected with the supernatural world in New Orleans. Things regarding the war in New York are beeing described with a bad turn-out. Several deaths, accidents and more. Garrus made sure to collect the newspaper from Nik's mailbox in the building before Alex would see it and worry about the headlines regarding the war which has been the top article on the front paper for months. Everyone connected to the supernatural world and it's beeings can't stop talking or gossiping about the vampires. They're keeping themselves updated every minute regarding the big war and hoping it won't come closer to their city or get even bigger.

"Please, stop worrying. I admit we're all worried as you are, but worrying won't change anything or make the situation better. Try to understand, Alex.", Krom tried to explain her and held a fork near her mouth with food stabbed on it. But she ignored her thirst and hunger and sadly looked at the ground.

"Look, Alex, Krom has made something yummy to eat for you. Krom, darling, can I eat if Alex doesn't want to? It looks so tasty and smells good, right?", Garrus teased and tried to cheer her up, hoping she would eat it.

"Sorry, Garrus, I made it only for Alex with my secret ingridient called love. And it would hurt my stony heart if she didn't took a bite. Besides, would Nik be happy to hear that his rookie is shedding tears, didn't ate or drinked anything? Would Nik be happy to see the sad Alex who locked herself up in the dark? I don't think so, he'll blame all of us that we haven't taken good care of you. He'll blame Garrus, Ivy, Cal, Vera and me."

"No, he won't.", she answered and took a bite which satisfied everyone as she slowly began to eat food and drink tea. After finishing a light meal in silence, she met the eyes of her friends and gave them a thankful smile.

"Thank you, you're right! Sitting here sadly won't help. I say, let's hit for New York and find them", she commanded which made everyone's smiles fade away.

"What???!! Have you lost your mind completly, girl? Rheya is a powerful vampire!! It's too dangerous, everyone tries to escape from there and you...?", Ivy freaked out.

"I defeated a dangerous bloodwraith once which no one ever could have done before, but I did. I made the impossible possible and now I'm stronger than before. Plus, I have the holy blessings of the Fate on my side and my fae powers are getting better and better."

"That's what I call overconfidence. Girl, I like your courage and style, but you have no idea what you're talking about. Better stay out of something where you have zero idea about."

"But Ivy, we have no news regarding Nik and Katherine. Where are they? Why aren't they contacting us?"

Silence. That was the only answer she could get. This silence which made everyone worry. Hopefully they will hear some answers soon.

Meanwhile in New York City...

"Aaaargh!!", he screamed in pain as he was lying wounded in the streets of New York City. Ferals, which are dangerous creatures had surrounded and surprisingly attacked him as he was walking lonely through the dark.

"Hissss..."

He tried to stand up and fight, but he felt too weak after gaining several wounds and injuries through the night. And these mindless ferals had no mercy and couldn't stop attacking him.

"Ugly monsters, get off me!! Don't touch me or else...arrgh!! Arrrghh!! No, no,... Aaaargh, need to... need to fight. Need to stay alive. For... For my Alex. Hold on, I...", he talked to himself and then he got unconscious. Everything faded away.

"Ryder!!!", Katherine yelled as she found him. Quickly she took her sai and ran into the horde of ferals with some supportive vampires from Clan Matsou on her side.

"Hold on." were Nik's last words for Alex before he fainted...

After the war...

Back to the Graveyard Shift in New Orleans. Early in the morning, Alex and her friends were gathered around, sitting in the bar patiently waiting for any news regarding the war and their two nighthunter-friends, Katherine and Nik. Cal was calling his friends from New York to get any information.

"Hmm, yes. Okay. Yes.", he was talking on his phone while the whole crew was staring at him and waiting for answers. Vera moved to closer to Alex and whispered something to encourage her.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. I think..."

But before Vera could finish her sentence, Cal burst into tears. Sadness took over the calm man, he started to shake and shouted into the phone.

"No, no, noooo... It... It can't be. Nooo!"

They all silently stared at Cal unsure what to do or say next. No one has ever seen Cal Lowell, a strong werwolf, in a condition like this. Not knowing what's happening or what they're talking about at the phone, Alex's heart beat increased and her eyes welled up with tears. Making her vision blurry. She's scared to know. Scared to know what they're talking about. What's happening. Scared to know the truth. Scared about Nik and Katherine. Carefully she touched Cal's arm and tried to speak through her tears.

"Ca...Ca...Cal... What's wrong?"

"What happened Cal?", Krom was afraid to know as well and wrapped his arm around him. Seeing Cal like this, Ivy quickly took the phone away from him and answered instead.

"Adrian, what's the matter? What happened? Why is Cal...? Hello? Hellooooooo?!!!"

"He's dead.", Cal silently answered as he calmed himself down.

"Cal, we were supposed to find out about Katherine and... and... No, noooo, noooooooo... It... it can't be.", Alex began to cry. Ivy cancelled the call and rushed towards Alex for a hug.

"Cal, what are you talking about? Who's dead?"

"Jax. Jax Matsou is dead.", he sniffed.

"What? Who's... who's Jax?", Alex sadly wispered and calmed herself down a bit.

After a few minutes of silence Cal's sparkly eyes met her's and he answered.

"Jax Matsou is a good vampire friend of mine and the leader of Clan Matsou. I met him in Las Vegas where Kavinski held me captive behind bars like every other supernatural creature. Thanks to Jax and his vampire friends, me and many other creatures got their freedom back that day. They freed me. If it wasn't for the vampires from New York, I would have probably still be held captive and wouldn't have returned back to New Orleans. And if I haven't returned to New Orleans, I would've never met you all and Donny would be... well..."

Tears welled up in his eyes again as he thought about Donny, his younger brother. If Cal wouldn't have returned from Las Vegas on time, he maybe wouldn't have met Nik and Alex who helped him to save Donny. Donny, who made a deal with the owner of Club Persephone to cage-fight against a minotaur. If they wouldn't have made it on time, Donny wouldn't have been probably already dead.

"Cal, please calm down.", Vera worriedly requested and rubbed his shoulder.

"Jax is dead. My friend is dead. You have no idea how much fun I had with him. The karaoke and... I never thought about getting so close with vampires as a werewolf. They treated me as if I was one of them. Jax was such a strong fighter who fought for justice and supported the weaker ones and little ones. I miss him."

"Oh Cal, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault, it was the war. Bad things always happen to the good ones. Jax is dead and there is no clue about Katherine and Nik."

"What?!!", everyone around Cal panicked.

"Yes, Adrian said that the war is over, but there's no clue where the hunters are or what happened to them. They're still trying the best to find our friends.", he carefully tried to explain and sadly looked away still shocked by the news.

Sadness, worry and fear overtook everyone, so everyone decided to go back home earlier. There was no use to hang out together and celebrate that the war is over with their friends still missing and Jax beeing dead.

May the great vampire rest in peace.

I'm sorry, but in my BB play-through he died 😢

[georgiesgirl1223]

Two's Love, Four's a Crowd

Blood Bound. *Cordelia is escorting Jax (A vampire) to meet with her boss Adrian (another vampire) about a truce.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mentions of blood, biting and blood sucking (I mean vampires), fingering, language, nipple play, threesome, oral, anal, sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 4453

In was late in the evening as the sun was setting low in the sky, its final rays of the day being blocked out by the tall New York City skyline. Jax followed Cordelia through the bustling streets as they made their way to the Raines Corp building. Somehow, he allowed himself to be talked into attending a meeting with clan leader Adrian Raines to discuss the best, most humane way to handle the clanless vampire issues. Jax knew agreeing to this sit-down went against everything he believed in, but he allowed his judgement to be clouded by the feelings he formed for Cordelia. He barely knew her, but yet there was something that always seemed to draw him to her, to protect her. He didn’t know if it was the calming rhythmic beat of her heart or the sweet smell of her blood, or even a combination of the two, but he wanted her. He wanted to know the taste of her blood on his tongue, how her skin would feel pressed against his. Jax knew she couldn’t feel the same way, he’s seen her together with Adrian. He’s seen the way Adrian looks at Cordelia, because it’s the same look he has in his eyes whenever he sees her. The only difference was that she never reciprocated those feelings for him. Jax was snapped out of his thoughts as they paused outside of the giant skyscraper. 

“Are you sure about this?” Cordelia asked as she turned to him.

“I’m only going to listen to what he has to say.” Jax’s tone was stern and unwavering. Cordelia nodded as she led him in through the lobby and into the elevator that took them directly to Adrian’s office. Jax hesitated as Cordelia opened the door to Adrian’s office, guiding him in. 

Cordelia was surprised to see another familiar figure standing with Adrian, both men leaning over the ornate desk, presumably glancing over different documents. Adrian’s head popped up as she entered the dark office, the curtains were still drawn from the afternoon sun, the only light coming from the large roaring fireplace, illuminating much of the room. 

“Delia” Adrian said with a smile as he stepped towards her, placing a soft peck to her cheek. “And you must be Jax.”Adrian turned, extending his hand to him as Jax reluctantly took it, both men eying the other as they shook hands. 

The familiar man behind the desk stood as he folded his arms across his chest. He eyed her hungrily as his gaze roamed her body. The heels she was wearing only made her lean legs appear longer, the shape of her hips was accentuated by the tight-fitting red pencil shirt she was wearing, her white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a sufficient amount cleavage to make his mind race. The man’s stare moved further north admiring her defined collar bone and the slight flush of her milky white skin of her scrumptious neck. 

He moved out from behind the desk as Cordelia stepped further into the office. He reached out for her hand as he approached her, lifting her hand to brush his lips over her knuckles. “Cordelia, you’re looking as radiant as ever.”

She blushed ever so slightly. She had to admit that he was very suave, his presence commanding. “Always a pleasure Senator Vega.”

“Please call me Adam, dear” he corrected still holding onto her hand. 

Adrian cleared his throat, obviously agitated with Adam’s demeanor with Cordelia. “Shall we begin?” he asked motioning back to his desk. 

Adam moseyed over to Adrian’s liquor cabinet in the far corner of the room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Would anybody like anything?” He gestured back to the group as he grabbed for a rock glass. The group shook their heads, declining his offer. 

“I’d rather have a clear head for this” Jax snapped, eying Adrian as he sifted through different documents. 

Adam sauntered back to the desk, posting up next to Cordelia, placing her in the middle of him and Adrian, with Jax keeping his guard up on the opposite side of the desk. Adam watched as Cordelia leaned over the desk as she assisted him in readying Adrian’s proposition. His eyes grew darker as he noticed her blouse hang down as she bent over, exposing more of her cleavage. 

Adrian glanced over and noticed Adam’s intense gaze lingering over Delia’s body. “Vega” he growled as his jealously come bubbling to the surface. He and Delia had only been sexually intimate once, it was that amazing night on the rooftop, making love to her underneath the stars. They haven’t really spoken about that night since, but they continued to steal little moments together when they could. He admitted to himself that he had felt something for her the moment he laid eyes on her. She was different from anyone else. She so readily accepted him for who he was, allowing him to open himself up to her. They never talked about it, but Adrian assumed that Delia felt the same. But, seeing the way Adam was staring at her, how he was devouring her with his eyes, that pissed Adrian off. Yes, Adam was a tall, handsome, well-traveled man, who women constantly swooned over, so why did he have to have her too? Adrian locked eyes with Adam during an intense stare down, a smirk on Adam’s lips because he knows he’s gotten to Adrian.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here or are you guys just going to continue with your alpha stare down?” Jax loudly snapped, catching everyone’s attention. “Listen I just know what you can do to help the clanless.”

“Right.” Adrian began. “We could petition the council to open the clans to support the clanless and hopefully prevent them from becoming feral.”

“The picture is bigger than that Adrian, and you know it.” Adam barked. “We need to know who is creating all of these new vampires. Where are the ferals coming from. I mean there were hordes of them at Marcel’s ball. We need to know who’s behind this before we can help anyone.”

“What about the Baron?” Cordelia chimed in. “There has to be a reason behind why he voted to help Lily. It obviously wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart.”

“There might be strength in numbers Vega. If we petition the council to accept clanless members, there would be more eyes to look into who is behind all of this.” Adrian tried to compromise and make Adam see reason.

Adam swirled the liquid in his glass deep in thought. “If we did present this to the other council members, there would have to be a concrete set of rules these clanless vampires need to abide by.”

“Of course.” Adrian replied signaling to the documents before him, handing them out to the other three. “I’ve outlined all of the important points and guidelines for us to go over. I would like you all to look at page three” Adrian prompted as he flipped through his papers. 

As Cordelia began to flip through her papers, her finger caught the sharp edge of the paper and gave herself a paper cut, blood dripping from her finger. 

“Delia! Are you okay?” Adrian asked in a concerned tone as he reached out toward her. 

Red eyes began to glow in the dimly lit space. All three vampires became instantly hungry at the sight of the small amount of the blood dripping down her pointer finger. The sweet smell of Cordelia’s blood filled their senses, her scent was intoxicating, and they all wanted more. 

Adam swiftly grabbed her by the wrist, drawing her bloody finger to his lips. Cordelia was shocked by Adam’s force as her body turned towards him. She watched as he darted out his tongue, licking up her crimson finger before gently wrapping his lips around her, suckling the blood from her finger, relishing in her taste. A meek whimper exited her mouth as she bit her lower lip, enjoying the feeling of Adam sucking her finger. 

“Let go of her” Adrian yelled, his voice booming against the walls. 

Jax leapt to the other side of Adam, ready to pull him away from Cordelia, afraid that he would harm her. 

Adam released Cordelia’s finger from his mouth, placing a tender kiss on her fingertip. Her breath hitched as she glanced around her, three sets of glowing red eyes and three sets of drawn pointed fangs surrounded her. 

“Sorry Delia. I haven’t fed in a while.” Adrian looked down, ashamed of his hunger for her.

“Are you all hungry?” Cordelia asked timidly.

“Starving” Adam leaned over and whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She’s never been fed on before, let alone by three vampires at once. Shockingly enough, the thought didn’t scare her. Quite the opposite actually. She’s always been a little turned on by vampires and the thought of three sets of fangs puncturing her skin filled her lower body with a searing heat. 

“You could all feed on me? I assume you’re hungry too Jax?” Cordelia offered. “I mean, as long as you don’t take too much” she let out a nervous laugh. 

“Oh honey, I’m famished” he growled eying her cut.

Adrian reached out and cupped her cheek, turning her head to face him. “Delia are you sure about this?”

She placed her hand over his. “I am Adrian. Plus, I have to do my part to help the cause.” She joked. 

Adrian cleared off his desk as Adam walked over to the office door, locking it to prevent any unwanted interruptions. Adrian placed a firm grip on her hips, lifting her up to sit on the desktop, shedding his jacket and vest, throwing it over his leather desk chair. He locked eyes with her as Adrian slowly started to unbutton her blouse, sliding the fabric over her shoulders, his thumbs sprawling over her soft skin. Adrian shuttered as he revealed the dark ruby lace bra Cordelia was hiding. His fingertips traveled down her sides, resting at her waist as his thumbs brushed over the see-through material. Delia’s hands roamed hungrily up his chest as her fingers found the collar of his dress shirt. Her nimble fingers worked feverishly to undo his buttons, placing heated kisses on his skin as she exposed it. 

“Looks like we’re not the only ones that are hungry” Adam snickered.

Jax let down the guard he had been keeping up around the two council members. Although he had just fed before they came, Jax couldn’t pass up her offer, the chance to finally get a taste of her sweet-smelling blood. He stepped closer to the desk as he shrugged off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor and pulling off his undershirt to expose his well-defined muscles. 

“Are you ready?” Adrian asked her softly. Cordelia nodded in agreement, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Here lay down.” Adrian cradled the back of her neck as he helped guide her down, moving her legs onto the desk, so her body was sprawled out ready for them to devour her. 

Adam disposed of his dress shirt as he positioned himself between her long legs. His hands palmed up her body, hooking his fingers into her waistband, pulling her tight skirt past her hips and down her legs, tossing it to the floor, revealing a matching set of dark ruby panties. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as he took her in. The sight of the woman he craved spread out for him made his eyes glow darker. “Oh, kitten I’ve been waiting so long to taste you” Adam said licking his lips. 

All three vampires hovered over Cordelia’s exposed body, six hands eagerly roamed over her as she moaned out in excitement, Adrian’s gaze still glued to hers. Jax gripped at her right arm pulling it out for him. His fingers trailed down her arm, turning it overexposing her wrist, blue veins popping through her fair skin. 

“Oh honey” Jax groaned, “you’re going to quench my thirst.” He lowered his mouth to her pulse point, his pointed fangs grazing her skin. Cordelia flinched as Jax sunk his teeth into her as he slowly fed on her.

“Mmmm.” She cried out, arching her back of the desk. 

Adam looked like a wolf ready to pounce. He grasped at her hips pulling her into him, she could feel the hardness of his length pressed against her thigh. He spread her legs, lifting her left and draped it over his shoulder. His lips moved from her ankle, to her inner thigh, brushing kisses over her, leaving a burning trail in his wake. He paused at the sensitive spot of her inner thigh, sinking his fangs into her, suckling fiercely, her sweet blood coating his tongue. 

Cordelia gasped as the second set of fangs broke her skin. Adrian gave her a concerned look as his thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Are you alright princess?” 

“Yes” she whimpered out. “I want you Adrian” her voice breathless. 

His lips found hers in a heated kiss. She parted her lips, letting his tongue mingle with hers as he deepened the kiss. Adrian moved his lips down her still cradled neck, placing sweet kisses down her flushed flesh. His pointed fangs foraged over her thin skin before he plunged them into her neck. He moaned out against her skin as the first taste of her blood hit his tongue. Cordelia arched into him as her left hand roved up his leg. She felt a twitch in his pants as she grasped at his engorged cock and began to roughly palm him through his pants. Her body writhed under them as all three vampires sucked her blood. 

“Mmmm. Oh, fuck yes”, she cried out, as her moans filled the room. She could feel Adam grin against her skin. Adam’s hand traveled up her leg, his finger darting out to tease her slit, her panties already soaked. He slid his finger under the material, feeling her wet folds, making her groan out. He dove his finger deep into her abyss, curling his finger, plunging knuckle deep into her, making her body pulsate. 

“Oh yes!” She breathed out tightening her grip around Adrian. Adrian growled against her skin, feeling the vibrations of his voice flow through her. Adrian’s hand flew up as his strong fingers found her left breast, massaging it as the rough lace rubbed against her nipple, eliciting a moan. 

Jax glanced up from her wrist, watching her body squirm under their mouths, their touches. He felt himself harden at the sight, it was like something out of a movie, nothing he ever thought he would be a part of. His hands roamed her body, up her side as he found her other breast, his finger and thumb tweaking at her nipple, stiffening it into a hard peak. 

“Adrian” she whimpered out. He lifted his head, her blood dripping from his fangs as he stared at her through worried eyes. “I need you” she said reaching up to his belt, giving it a tug.

The others withdrew their fangs, their lips and hands still roving over her body, making heat pool deep in her belly. Adam still pumped his finger, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. Cordelia’s hips bucked as Adam felt her walls tighten around him. They all watched in awe as she came apart under Adam’s touch. 

“Oh, kitten” Adam growled. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

“Shit!” She cried as she thrashed against his touch. 

“That’s its kitten, cum on my hand.”

Jax’s lips found her nipple, flicking his tongue over the lace, taking her in his mouth, only adding to her pleasure. “Shit honey, I want more of you.”

Adrian’s mouth crashed onto hers as she came, her moans escaping into his mouth, echoing against his skin. 

“I think my naughty kitten wants more” Adam said grinning as he undid his belt.

Adrian hated the thought of sharing the woman he cares about, dare he even say loves, but he was also so wrapped up in the heat of the moment he was willing to set his jealously aside. He broke the kiss, looking up at her as he stroked her hair. “Do you want all three of us princess?”

“Yes” she whimpered out. “I want you all to fuck me” Cordelia said as she glanced between the three men, their eyes dark with lust and their bare chests heaving in anticipation. “But I need you” she whispered for only for Adrian to hear.

Adrian helped her up, so she was sitting up on his desk, sharing understanding looks between Adam and Jax. “Alright gentleman, so we are doing this. First and foremost, we must always make sure Delia is comfortable, if she says stop, we stop. Secondly, I’m fucking her pussy tonight boys” Adrian said as he moved over to Adam, who still stood in between her legs. 

“I can accept that this time” Adam said as he eyed Cordelia. “How about I fuck your tight little ass kitten? Would you like that?” He ran his hand down her flushed cheek as she let out a panting “Yes.”

“What about me?” Jax chimed in. 

“You could fuck my mouth” Cordelia replied with a sideways smirk.

Adam and Jax stripped from their confinements as Cordelia pulled Adrian to her. Her hands excitedly roamed to his waistband, undoing his pants and pulling them down as she nibbled a trail across his chest.

“Fuck princess, you’re so amazing.” His head flying back as she reached down, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. His hands crossed her back to unhook her bra, exposing her large, perky breasts. He helped her down as he slid the lacy ruby red fabric down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet. The three vampires surrounded her, sharing open mouth kisses, their strong tongues fighting for her mouth.

Adam leaned back on the edge of the desk, pulling Cordelia in between his legs, brushing her long, dark blonde hair to the side, grazing his fangs along her neck as he placed kisses on her skin. “Mmmm, you’re my good little kitten.” 

Adrian moved closer to sandwich her in. He brushed his fingers down her cheek as he kissed her passionately, deepening he kiss as his tongue mingled with hers. 

Jax moved in kissing the free spot on her shoulder as his hands wandered her body, exploring her curves for the first time. His fingers found her wet slit, spreading her lips to find her clit. Her voice got caught in her throat as he began to trace circles around the sensitive nub. “Oh honey, you’re so wet. I’ve waited so long just to feel you.”

Adam laid back on the desk hanging his legs off the edge, picking her up by her hips, guiding her back into him, her back pressing against his bare chest, her legs bent with her feet firmly planted on the desk. “Are you ready for my big cock to fuck your ass kitten?” He reached down, teasing the tip of his cock against her puckered hole, she could feel his precum smear across her skin. Adrian held onto her knees as Adam forced the head of his cock into her. Cordelia yelped out and flinched at the intrusion as Adrian and Jax rubbed her skin to comfort her. Adam inched himself in, feeding her the entire length of his cock, going balls deep into her. Adam gave her a moment to adjust before he gave her a few hard pumps.

“Fuck Adam!” Cordelia cried out as he thrust into her tight ass.

“That’s it kitten say my name. Fuck you feel so tight kitten.” Adam groaned out through his forceful pumps. 

Adrian slid in between her legs, placing his hands on her hips as he leaned into her, kissing along her smooth stomach. He gently stroked the tip of his thick cock against her wet opening, allowing her juices to drip down his dick. Adrian thrust into her, tossing his head back as he felt Delia’s tight walls stretch around him. “Shit, princess! You always feel so good.”

“Adrian! Yes! Adrian!” She cried out. He loved hearing her scream out his name, he’d never tire of it, he craved it.

“Are you alright princess?” Adrian asked before he continued with his thrusts. 

Cordelia nodded as Adam and Adrian resumed their thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room. They alternated thrusts, so she was never left empty. Their engorged cocks filling her up and stretching her out with every deep thrust. 

Cordelia turned her head and reached out for Jax, taking his hardness into her hands. She flicked out her tongue, teasingly rolling it around his tip, lapping at his precum. 

“Oh yes honey that feels so good.”

Jax watched her intently as she lowered her warm mouth onto him, suctioning her cheeks, sucking up and down his shaft. His hands flew into her hair, gripping it in tight fists. He bucked his hips against her mouth, forcing more of himself into her, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Jax soon lost control and started fucking her mouth, needing to feel more of her, more than what she was giving him. 

Cordelia’s body squirmed over Adam’s body as the three vampires ravaged her body, fucking every hole she had to offer. She gripped one hand onto Adrian’s shoulder, digging her nails across his skin, drawing out small beads of blood. She tried to moan out, crying out Adrian’s name but her voice was muffled by Jax’s cock fucking her mouth. He felt the vibrations of her cries on his cock and it sent him over the edge. 

“Are you ready to eat my cum baby?” His grip tightened on her head as his thrusts faltered as his warm milky cum spurt in her mouth and ran down her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her before releasing him with a pop of her mouth. Jax stumbled back into one of the nearby chairs, struggling to catch his breath, his chest heaving, feeling spent. 

Adam and Adrian continued to fuck her ass and pussy as she writhed in between them. Adam grabbed her hips, stilling her as he bucked his hips up, deepening his thrusts. “You-feel-so-fucking-good-kitten” he groaned out, accentuating each word as he pounds into her. 

Adrian continued to fuck her sweet wet pussy, feeling her walls contract against him. “Fuck princess” he growled out. He put his hands on the sides of her neck, cradling her face as his thumbs stroked along Cordelia’s jawline, their eyes locked in the thralls of passion. 

“Oh Adrian!” She continued to scream out his name as her moans resounded around them. 

“Yell my name kitten” Adam commanded as he pulled out of her only to harshly thrust his cock deep into her. 

“Adam! Yes, fuck my ass.”

“Shit, I’m going to cum kitten. “Adam howled out as he came. 

“Fuck Adam! Mmmm yeah!” Cordelia moaned out as Adam filled her tight ass with his warm cum, shooting it deep inside her.

Adam collapsed back on the desk as he slipped out of her, panting to catch his breath as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Adrian had the longest stamina of the bunch as he continued to pound Delia’s tight pussy, wanting to be the last one to cum inside her. “Come here princess” he whispered as he picked her up, wrapping her limps around his frame. He walked her over to the leather couch in front of the large fireplace and slipped back into the cushioned material. Delia was on top of him, Adrian pulling her closer to rest her on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as he repeatedly thrust up into her. 

He felt her walls tighten around him, inching him closer to his release. “Oh, yes! Delia!” he yelled out, pulling her into him to brush his lips over hers. 

Cordelia craved the feeling of Adrian’s fangs sinking into her again. She buried her hands into his soft hair guiding him down to her neck. “Bite me” she breathed out. She wanted to give all of herself to this man, not just her body and blood, but her soul as well. 

Adrian’s fangs scraped over her skin as he pierced her luscious skin for the second time that night. He couldn’t get enough of her, he wanted her and only her, through this lifetime and into the next.

As he sunk his fangs deep into her skin, she saw stars. Their shared pleasure only intensified as he fed on her and she couldn’t help but scream out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bared down on his cock, moving her hips with his, pushing them both closer to their breaking point. Cordelia has never felt anything like this sensation before. This wasn’t just sex, this was something more, something deeper.

Adrian withdrew his fangs, so he could watch her cum. “Cum with me princess” he said as he rested his forehead on hers.“Delia, look at me” he whispered. Adrian thrust into her desperately as he shot streams of hot cum inside her pussy. 

“Adrian! Adrian!” she cried out as she came with him, her juices dripping down his cock, mixing with his own cum. She collapsed onto his sweaty chest as he kissed the top of her head. His arms still embraced her as he stroked her back, both heaving as they attempted to catch their breath. Delia curled up in Adrian’s arms, turning to glance at the other two men, obviously satisfied. “Well boys, that didn’t exactly solve our problem” she giggled. “Shall we get back to business?”

The men nodded in agreement as they got up to gather their clothes.

Adrian moved away from Delia, fetching both sets of their clothes, helping dress her still quivering body. “Are you okay Delia?” He asked concerned. 

She put one hand on his cheek and looked him deep in the eyes. “Perfect.”

Adrian smiled at her.

“But maybe next time it could be just the two of us?” Her voice faltered, afraid that he might turn her down.

“Nothing would make me happier princess.” He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I want you to sleep here with me today.”

“I would love to.” Delia responded as she grinned ear to ear.

Adrian guided her back over to his desk and picked up his documents. “Alright gentlemen, back to page three.” 

[tabletopmayhem]

B A S I C S

Full name: Tabitha Concordia Vittoria Sangiovanni, but call her Tabby

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/her

Clan: Mekhet

Bloodline: Sangiovanni

O T H E R

Birthplace: Krakow, Poland

Family: Her human family is meaningless, as she was kidnapped at six years old and raised by the Sangiovanni family of necromancer vampires. She was chosen by the Matriarch to become her daughter's ward, as the family line was dying out and needed new blood to intermingle with their mortal children. They tried to marry her off to her foster brother. Tabby wasn't thrilled, and jumped on the chance to go to America instead to aid the family overseas. She was embraced as a vampire once she reached the New World.

Job(s): As a loyal member of the Sangiovanni for many years, and perhaps the most personable of her twisted brethren in New York City, she was their...public relations with other vampires.

Phobias:  The madness of age, losing her own morality, her own habitual inaction and the consequences of it. Small dogs.

Guilty pleasures: Classic cars, vintage pearl jewelry, intricately plotting the demise of people she hates in bed at dawn, comforter tucked under her chin. She claims it helps her stay positive.

Hobbies: Gardening, cultivating her Rose Wives, zombies of her murdered lovers that host living, thriving roses she carefully hybridizes in her greenhouse. Playing piano. Puzzles.

M O R A L S

Morality alignment: Chaotic Good(ish), which is odd for a necromancer, but she's very singular.

Sins:  lust / gluttony / pride / envy / wrath / sloth

Virtues:  charity / diligence / kindness / patience / justice

She's the type of person who has to be pushed to the edge to do anything, which hasn't been good for the people who love her. One could make the argument that she's more neutral than good, but her intentions are generally good.

T H I S   O R   T H A T

introvert / extrovert / in between

organized / disorganized / in between

close-minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / restless / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / un-empathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in between  

hard-working / lazy / in between

While on the surface, again, she's very kind and personable and gets along with everyone...that's her job. Her family is strange, and the more modern the world gets, the more they're looked at in askance. Necromancy seems a bit medieval. Her patience and caution, and her pleasant facade got her justice for the wrongs she silently suffered in the end, so who can say she's wrong? (probably all the people who died because she won't take action)

R E L A T I O N S H I P

OTP: Tabitha has had five wives, all mortal. What she really wants is to find someone suitable to be a member of the family, someone she can make Nonna happy by marrying and embracing. Nonna isn't concerned with the lesbian thing, but hell help her if she brings home someone who acts weird around the zombies. So far she hasn't had much luck (also cuz her wives keep getting murdered) One day she'll find someone, if she's patient.

BroTP:  Tabby likes the coterie fine, but they're not locals of course. Her closest confidant is Marchesa Hannah Rosso, but they also do not like each other much. Hannah is very brusque and ambitious, and Tabby is very passive and calm. They had a common enemy, but now he's gone.

NOTP: The Barone Luca Rosso, the guy that kept killing her wives because she wasn't interested in him. It was a bone of contention between them, understandably. She couldn't do anything to him because her wives were just humans, and no one would support her. But now the coterie encased him in concrete and dropped him in the ocean, so she's happy.

It doesn't bring back her wives, but she's a necromancer, she's got that part covered.

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil’s Den

Chapter 3: In Which Revelations Are Made

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

A paling crest of the sunrise was beginning to appear on the horizon. Alcina would normally be anxious about this but the slate hue of her eyes only admired the brief color before slipping through the side door of Saint Patrick's Old Cathedral. She ascended quickly to the crypts and down the tunnels, passed the large crucifix and into complete darkness.

Several doors and corridors later she stepped foot into the underground city. Hundreds of vampires lived down here; for centuries before she arrived the vampires of New York had moved underground, or to the country - purchasing lavish mansions they converted into strongholds where they could reside without interference from humans, Lycans, of other rogue vampire clans that were hell-bent on warfare.

But the underground cities were truly works of grandeur, art, and impressive workmanship. Had the darkness and ceilings of cavernous earth and stone not been apparent, one would think they were in Olde England, France, Italy, or Spain.

Everything looked as a regular city would. The streets were cobblestone, the dwellings akin to lavish Gothic and Victorian home facades, lamp posts that lined the streets once fueled by fire now replaced with modern electricity. The city went on for miles around, more passageways hidden and leading to neighboring cities all throughout the underground of New York.

Alcina made her way along the cobblestone, ignoring all other vampires and their envious stares. Her manor, which was resided in only by the coven leader, was built into the side of the largest towering vast earthy walls. Ornate and imposing, with a large gated entrance leading to a cobblestone courtyard. The manor itself was made of dark stone, with tall pointed arches that connected to the rock ceiling, intricate carvings decorated the windows and large doorway, and a singular turret on the left side. The courtyard was lined with intricate designs carved into the rock floor. A grand entrance for a grand leader.

Entering the gates with a key they clanged shut and she slipped inside her abode quietly, swiftly, and huffed out a deep breath.

She never asked to be head of this coven, never wished to be a leader, a figurehead, finding ruling and seeing over her own kind to be dull and tiresome. But, if Mother Miranda saw something fit, by the gods and all undead, it was done.

Another clipped huff and Alcina began to remove her long black leather gloves, tucking them into the alcove just inside the foyer next to the coat hooks. As she was unbuckling the thick belt of her jacket about her cinched waist she felt her daughter drift into the room before she cleared her throat.

"Mother, unde ai fost?"

(Mother, where have you been?)

Alcina didn't look up. Continuing to unbutton the form fitting article, hanging it, and fiddling with the soft fabric of her black turtleneck she walked passed her nonchalantly, "Am fost afară, Cassandra," (I was out, Cassandra) she replied straightening her back and smoothing the front of her blouse.

Cassandra was right on her heels, pulling her ash grey robe around her body, "Mother... where is the human?"

As if the question hadn't been spoken Alcina rounded the corner down the dark hallway into the kitchen. It was large and open, decorated with mahogany wood, black furnishings, and gold accents everywhere. Opening one of the dark cabinets she reached for a wine glass, crossed the floor to a large wine cabinet and plucked a bottle. Popped the cork. Poured the glass, and sipped quietly.

"Mother." Cassandra repeated coming into her personal space, eager eyes dripping with concern and anger up at the taller woman.

"It is none of your concern," she finally stated latching her gaze, "she is gone. It is taken care of."

With a short shake of her head Cassandra's emotions settled more on the side of worry, "It's daybreak. You never stay out this long. Where were you?"

Alcina's eyes narrowed exceptionally thin, her lips pursuing the same thinness. Swallowing the wine she sucked in a breath through her nose and straightened her back even stiffer.

"Mother you could have been caught in the sun, you could have been killed!"

"I am home," she nearly spat, "the sun hadn't even begun to spread its rays, will you please refrain dramatics."

With a much louder clank than intended Alcina set her glass on the dark marble countertop and headed towards her bedchamber.

Cassandra was hot on her trail.

"I haven't seen you take these kinds of risks for years - this isn't like you - what did you do with the girl?!"

With sharp swift movements that would have given a human whiplash, she turned on her heels and came face to face with her daughter, eyes simmering with that golden glow, hands beside her fighting the urge to ball into a fist. Another puff of a breath exited her nose like a taunted bull. But, Alcina didn't lose her temper, she took a steadying breath shortly after and replied calmly, "I'm home. I'm safe. Leave it alone, dragă," as her eyes dwindled back to normalcy a steady hand reached to Cassandra's long brown hair and tucked it behind her ear, placed a delicate kiss to her forehead, and reached for the handle of her bedroom door.

With a blink she was gone behind it, pressing her back against the wood.

What was she going to do? Admit to her daughter she had taken the human home after asking her in a near comatose state to stay? That she was possibly headed down a familiar path that nearly killed her once before? Tempting fate in a masochistic way just to feel something again?

She damn near sneered at herself, perturbed by her own reawakened weakness.

Finally hearing Cassandra walk away from the door Alcina retreated further into her bedchamber.

Unlike the rest of the house her room was decorated with white, gold, red, and minimal black. Ornate and baroque in style, but not over the top. Brighter and more comfortable. Why vampires obsessed with all things dark and drab was beyond her, but she refused to blend in. Ever. Her 6'9" height always helped contribute to that, aside from her breathtaking features and high society personality.

Heading towards her vanity she began removing her pearl earrings, dropping them into a marble box along with a few other loose pieces. Removing her black turtleneck she kicked off her heeled knee high leather boots, unbuttoned her snug black pants, tossing them onto the large four poster bed. Once inside her bathroom she discarded her bra and panties in a hamper not too far from the large white marble bathtub.

As she ran the water she dropped in some oils: Cedar, Sandalwood, and Vanilla. Slipping in with a muted hum of relief she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Flashes of memories dashed through her mind and her brows furrowed.

She could still hear the screams echoing in her mind. The silent rage of Mother Miranda. The tightness in her heart. The hollow pain within her core. All over a human.

‘You're a vampire! What do you need love for?! Find one of our own to love - you weak, petulant fool!’

Alcina could still feel the sting in her cheek from Mother Miranda's hand colliding with her flesh.

‘You disgrace me! How pathetic can you be? Perhaps turning you was a mistake. I saw greatness in you - I saved you! You would be dead without me, dead, in the ground. You have power, so much power, WHY are you wasting it on something so frivolous?! You WILL right this. YOU will be the one to end it. You... will end her.’

Her eyes opened harshly. Slowly breathing composure back into herself she swallowed hard.

Her heart ached so strongly.

Pain.

Pain was something she had always known so well. And it only seemed to escalate when she became a vampire. Everything escalated. Every. Little. Thing. Heightened senses. Unmatched speed and agility. Not to mention overwhelming strength. And insatiable hunger for blood, lust, and over-indulgent rage.

It was her rage that kept so many in their place. Alcina was easily renowned at the most brutal, lethal, and beautifully terrifying vampire of the last several decades. That was why Mother Miranda appointed her to this role. As the many heads of other covens, only those who could withstand her without breaking would be fit to help her rule.

She had proven herself. Many times over.

At great costs.

Eventually slipping beneath the black satin of her sheets, Alcina lay on her back, eyes peering to the tapestry hanging above her. Even in pitch black she could see quite clearly. Sometimes she wished it wasn't so. Sometimes she wished her life was once what it was; quaint, uncomplicated, full of freedom, and short.

Closing her eyes once more a newly familiar face haunted her.

Oh, the fragile beauty of you, sweet pet.

Your face, your scent, the taste of your blood, all a ghost of a lingering torment.

So many beautiful humans had passed through that club. So many beautiful souls sucked dry and tossed out like trash. But you... why you. What was it about you that stabbed through her so viscerally and softly?

One of her many powers, one she wished she didn't have, was to feel something about another, human or not, and know things. Unspoken things. Uncommunicable things. It was why she now had her three daughters. She never was able to express verbally why she saved them and nurtured them as if they were her own. A chance at family she was never able to have. It was just something she knew. Mother Miranda was going to kill them anyway. All her trials and tests after she'd turned them proved not to her liking, so like the wasteful tyrant she was, she was just going to discard them like used parts and start a new. Alcina had begged to keep them. Mother Miranda finally gave in, perplexed at her nonsense.

And now she knew you.

A dangerous connection.

She left you in your bed, wiping your memories of any trace of this night. You would awake none the wiser. It was easiest that way, for the both of you. Well, at least for you.

~

Was she a fool to wander back to you?

Yes.

But she did it anyway. And now a warm smirk graced her lips. A knowing smirk.

A smile of reassurance.

There you were climbing into bed; you seemed calm, tired, as you should have been after what you'd been through the night before.

Alcina gracefully and silently leapt off the banister and crouched down a bit more on your balcony until you finally settled. Rising to her full height when you snuggled into your pillow she leaned against the railing and folded her arms over her chest sinking into the shadow, tonguing her teeth at the hint of happiness she felt looking at you.

She had felt your presence the moment she approached your apartment that evening. You were a bit of a night owl, it amused her. As she scaled the building and perched on the balcony 2 stories above you, she watched you curiously as you lingered, staring, studying your surroundings as she was you.

Another sigh. She would admire you like art in a museum, from far away, never crossing the ropes.

If only she could have left the memories.

If only she could risk another meeting.

If only.

[malec-ao3feed]

My Hearts Beats for You

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cAkGfat by Jasper_Raid Laszlo receives an invite from an old friend, Magnus Bane, to a party celebrating his first anniversary. Of course, the rest of the vampiric household, including Guillermo, tag along. Problems arise when Guillermo meets Simon and his boyfriend, the leader of the New York vampire clan, and receives an offer to be turned into a vampire and join their clan. Tired of Nandor's empty promises, Guillermo accepts. Nandor will do anything, including confessing his undying love, to convince Guillermo to stay with him. Words: 12346, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, What We Do in the Shadows (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Guillermo de la Cruz, Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Colin Robinson, Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Raphael Santiago, Jace Wayland, Clary Fray, Luke Garroway, Isabelle Lightwood Relationships: Guillermo de la Cruz/Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth/Nadja of Antipaxos, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago Additional Tags: Married Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Jealous Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Protective Magnus Bane, Magnus Bane & Raphael Santiago Friendship, Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Guillermo De la Cruz & Simon Lewis friendship, Vampire Hunter Guillermo de la Cruz, Soft Raphael Santiago, Vampire Simon Lewis, Love Confessions, Getting Together read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cAkGfat

[thelightofthebane]

through the good and bad and all in between

Summary: Magnus was born a warlock. Magnus became a mundane for love and by self-sacrificing tendencies. Magnus turned into a vampire after an act of spite and revenge.

A story about survival, new identities, love through adversities, and accepting changes.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e17 Heavenly Fire, Vampire Magnus Bane, Turned without consent, Major Character Undeath, Immortal to Mortal to Immortal, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Boyfriend Alec Lightwood, Soft Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Cat & Alec friendship, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Rating: E

Chapters: 10

Words: Around 23k~

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

You can read it on AO3 or the ninth chapter below ~

Chapter 9 - Would you guide me through all of this again?

“More to the right. No, wait, left. More to the left.”

Slowly, Magnus’ new apartment was being put together. Despite some initial nervousness, he was now very excited, his old self slowly returning and showing all his flair for decor.

Once he decided to move back to New York, it didn’t take too long to plan everything - it also helped to have a very thorough boyfriend who was unable to leave a single dot out of place.

First, there were the vampires. Magnus had to be officially appointed as the leader of the New York clan if he expected to make any real changes. For that, a meeting was scheduled and all vampires presented had to vote. Even Simon and Raphael attended it - nevermind that Raphael was a mundane and technically shouldn’t even been in a vampire den.

However, Raphael was still very much respected by his old peers, and he didn’t need enhanced abilities to make some cower in fear - the boy still had a killer glare. Simon also proclaimed himself as ‘Raphael’s personal bodyguard’, which also gained a hiss and cold glare from Raphael, but Simon seemed to be having too much fun to be discouraged by it.

And there was Lily Chen, who had been the clan’s interim leader since the mess caused by Heidi. Lily had too much respect and adoration for Raphael, and she vowed to rip off the head of any vampire who dared to harm him.

Magnus already adored that woman.

As Raphael had predicted, Magnus easily won the voting. Most of them has been helped once by Magnus or had someone closer who had been. Even the ones who were still fledglings have heard many stories of Magnus Bane, and were in awe with him. It also helped that some of them felt proud to be lead by the former High Warlock of Brooklyn, and wanted to boast it to other minor clans in the city.

Which led to the old political game that Magnus was very much acquainted. He talked to all clan leaders who were willing to listen to him, and even errant ones who preferred to isolate themselves - but Magnus needed to make sure if they really didn’t need any help of some kind.

Then, there was other Downworld leaders - since Magnus became the new Vampire representative for both the exclusive Downworlder Council and the New York Institute’s Downworld Cabinet.

Lorenzo wasn’t much amused, which only delighted Magnus more. Especially during the meetings, when Lorenzo would make a mistake and Magnus corrected him with a very sassy “Actually…” while mentioning some magical theory or talking about a warlock of New York that Lorenzo didn’t know about, but Magnus did in very thorough details.

Magnus might’ve lost his powers and even his identity as a warlock, but he was still full of a knowledge that Lorenzo could only dream to have.

It was also easy to formally introduce himself as a new clan leader for the local Institute's head. Some would say said Head was very much biased.

(Alec Lightwood would never agree nor deny such statement.)

Finally, there was Magnus’ new residence. Taking upon the suggestion Raphael had made, Magnus moved to Hotel DuMort’s penthouse. It was an abandoned place full of dust and cobwebs and a black blob of ichor that looked like some lost demon - it was innofensive though, and Magnus would have adopted it if Chairman Meow didn’t try to lick it.

The wooden boards covering all windows and the living room’s balcony could be removed too since sunlight wasn’t a problem to Magnus anymore. He didn’t try to keep being a Daylighter a secret, and a plausible explanation was necessary. Fortunately, there were no registers of a warlock becoming a vampire, so there were no precedences for his case and it was easy to convince everyone that it was probably just a mix of residual magic and his heritage as the son of a Fallen Angel.

And no, it couldn’t be replicated.

All in all, everything else seemed settled, and Magnus was ready to begin this new phase of his life.

“For fuck’s sake, Magnus! Make up your mind already!” Jace groaned, but shut up upon seeing Alec glaring at him.

It also helped having a group of Shadowhunters with runes to carry boxes and clean the entire place.

“Fine, fine. It’s good there. You can put it on the floor.” Magnus pouted, but he was still very pleased with himself.

While Alec and Jace were busy moving the furnitures, Clary was painting the walls and Isabelle was putting the ornaments, books and utensils in place.

For now, Magnus was only giving orders and being pretty.

He deserved that.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

“It must be Simon. He told me he was coming,” Izzy snickered, already going to the front door to open it.

“Who invited the vampire?” Alec huffed.

“Hey!” Simon gasped, poking out his head from behind a pile of boxes and bags.

“Alexander, I’m one too now,” Magnus tutted, but there was humor sparkling in his eyes.

“I brought food, okay? Pizza for the Shadowhunters, and Taki’s Vampire dishes for me and Magnus. Maia even sent a bottle of that cocktail you loved from the last time, Magnus.”

“The one with vodka, O-, a double shot of AB+ and two drops of plasma?” Magnus perked up, grinning broadly.

“Yep. She is always saying how you are her best customer and she doesn’t mind making exceptions for you.”

“I will thank her later.”

They all settled on Magnus’ beautiful mahogany table to eat, all the while chatting about different topics and even gossiping.

“Hey, Magnus,” said Clary after finishing her second slice of pepperoni pizza. “How did you get your things back? I thought they were still in your loft with Lorenzo.”

“Ah,” Magnus smiled in amusement. “I heard that Alec and Cat had a private talk with Lorenzo. I wish I could have seen it. He agreed to send all that belonged to me.”

Clary grinned. “I bet it was a hell of a talk.”

Alec just shrugged, not giving a hint. Jace said he swore parabatai secrecy and Izzy, despite being clearly smug about it, chose to side with her brothers and keep quiet about it.

Magnus knew Cat would be even harder to crack, so he had already accepted that he would never know.

“But the asshole didn’t let us take anything from Magnus’ apothecary. He said that as the High Warlock, he had the duty to keep in his care any magical item that could pose as a threat for mundanes.” Alec rolled his eyes.

“Catarina has already sent a letter to the Spiral Labyrinth’s Council in the hopes to at least grant me the chance to choose whom to give all my work to. But we’re sure that Lorenzo will use the argument that it wasn’t my work but of the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

“Isn’t this stealing?” Simon frowned.

“Lorenzo thinks it’s his right.” 

Soon it became a full discussion between outraged Shadowhunters and one young Vampire who knew nothing about Warlock laws, but were ready to defend and help Magnus. At some point, it become a tactical plan of finding a loophole in the Accords so they could secretly curse Lorenzo to be bald for the next centuries.

Silly, silly children. All of them.

Magnus could only listen to them and shake his head in fondness, his heart full.

Later, when the penthouse was quieter, Magnus went to the balcony to watch the sunset, the Manhattan skyline painted in beautiful shades of purple and pink and orange.

He easily heard the steps coming from the master bedroom, already used to the accuracy of Vampire hearing, and soon felt two strong arms hugging him from behind.

They stayed like that for a while, just watching as night slowly greeted them, when Alec ultimately spoke.

“Do you miss Brooklyn?”

Magnus thought for a moment, but the answer was already on the tip of his tongue.

“No.”

There, resting on Alec’s arms, their bodies pressed together, feeling his Shadowhunter’s lips ghosting over his skin, Magnus let go for once.

“I’m already home.”

~*~

No no no no.

It hurt. It hurt too much.

Stop.

Please, stop.

“...gnus.”

Don’t, please.

Don’t do this.

I’m begging you.

No.

“...Magnus…”

I’ll be good. I promise, I promise.

No.

Not my neck.

Stop.

Don’t touch me.

Don’t.

No.

Please.

Please.

Please.

“Magnus!”

“DON’T!”

Magnus opened his eyes and sat abruptly, throwing a blanket away. He was shaking like a leaf, and if he still had a beating heart, it would certainly be thumping like crazy inside his chest.

A nightmare.

Again.

Magnus was no stranger to bad dreams, but they got worse since his death. It wasn’t only about his mother or stepfather anymore. It was Asmodeus. Edom. Camille.

Getting killed again and again and again.

It was waking up under the ground and desperately searching for a way out.

It was Camille’s voice and touch and her hands killing him.

“Magnus…” Alec called softly. When Magnus turned his head towards him, he saw his fiancé’s hands hovering in the air, earning to touch but waiting for Magnus’ consent.

Alec’s eyes were soft, understanding.

Magnus wasn’t the only one battling nightmares.

Alec, too, had his bad nights. He would dream of being there when Magnus was killed, but unable to do anything to save him. Or being back in that hole, falling, burning, dying. All the while, Camille’s taunting voice laughing in a mocking symphony, reminding him that he lost and Magnus was gone.

They were such a pair.

“Same one?”

Magnus nodded, still shaken.

But now, when one or both of them woke up in terror, they knew how to act and help. It took some time, but they’d learned in the worst way that bottling things up would only make any open wound fester, pushing the other away. Thus, they started to compromise. 

Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they kept in silence, being a quiet supporter to the other.

Sometimes they would go to the kitchen to make a warm tea for Alec and warm blood-infusion tea for Magnus. Sometimes they simply stayed in bed and cuddled until a new day started.

This time, though, Magnus felt doing neither. He had too much restless energy to stay still, to stay inside. It was like all the walls were closing him, keeping him trapped.

Buried.

He shivered. 

“I… I think I’m going for a run.” Magnus barely finished, and he was already out of bed, going to his closet to change clothes.

“Can I go with you?”

“I don’t want to go slow, Alec. I really need to run, and you won’t be able to keep up with me. Vampire speed, you know.”

“Are you sure about that?” Alec arched an eyebrow. He picked up his stele from the beside table and twirled it between his fingers. “I do have a speed rune.”

This time, it was Magnus who arched an eyebrow.

“Are you sure?”

“You’re on, Mr. Bane.” Alec challenged before getting up from the bed and activating the rune on his left inner forearm.

And despite all the exhaustion, all the lingering fear and all the pain…

Magnus genuinely smiled.

~*~

Alec sighed as soon as he left the portal and stepped into Alicante. He hasn’t been in the City of Glass since Jonathan almost destroyed it. After months, everything seemed in order now, and the Nephilim lived as if nothing major really happened.

So, when Alec got an official fire message from the Consul’s office, requesting his presence that same day for an important meeting, he started to wonder if another world-ending disaster was about to happen.

At least he hoped there wasn’t a new Valentine on the loose somewhere.

But the last thing he expected to hear from Jia Penhallow was an offer to be Inquisitor.

Only years of perfectly masking his reactions that prevented Alec to imitate a fish out of water. 

Saying he was surprised was an understatement.

“Since Imogen was killed, we’ve been keeping a rotation for the Inquisitor position, but none has been worth of it. A lot of more experienced Shadowhunters died during Jonathan Morgenstern’s attack, and most of the younger ones are either too eager and prone to mistakes or haven’t figured out yet how the political scene works. I don’t need amateurs beside me, Mr. Lightwood.”

“But why me? Forgive me my bluntness, Consul, but we both know that I wasn’t exactly in your good radar until recently.”

“That might be as well, but I don’t need to like you to acknowledge how competent you are as leader. Despite the New York Institute seeming to be a magnet for trouble, you’ve been doing a better job than other Heads that have twice your experience in the field. You even managed to make the local Downworlder community work with you.”

“It’s still a work in progress.”

“And yet,” Jia pointed out before crossing her arms over her chest. “We need an Inquisitor with an open mind, Mr. Lightwood. Who will be fair when analyzing a case and who won’t punish innocents. Who will uphold the Accords while keeping the Angels’ mandate. We’re even considering open the borders to allow Downworlders’ entrance - with some rules, of course.”

Alec frowned.

That… That was huge. Allowing Downworlders in Alicante, that weren’t prisoners, was an incredible step forward. Magnus would be able to visit, maybe even live here, too.

And being Inquisitor… His parents would be so proud. Becoming a Head was always in the plans for Alec since he was a child, but getting to the second highest position of the Clave before he was even 30?

But.

“So, what do you say? When can you start?”

He didn’t want.

Yes, he could help bring so many improvements as the Inquisitor. He could even review old cases to check if a Downworld was being kept locked in the Gard unfairly.

Then again…

There was still a lot of things he had to do in New York. The Downworld Cabinet was still taking baby steps - and Alec had plans to expand it for more factions, like the Unseelie and the Selkie -, the Shadow Market was finally opening to Shadowhunters, and they were receiving more Shadowhunters in their traveling year than ever.

And there was Magnus.

That night, his fiancé woke up screaming and writhing on the bed again. Magnus had already endured so many changes in a short period of time. Bringing him to Alicante would be another big change, too soon after the last one. And while Alec knew the vampire would gladly accept for his sake and follow him, he also knew Magnus wouldn’t feel comfortable there.

Not in a place full of people who once despised and hurt him.

And even if they couldn’t physically harm Magnus without breaking the law, words could cut deeper than any weapon.

Alec wouldn’t take the risk.

He wouldn’t let Magnus get hurt again if he could prevent that.

“I’m very grateful for your offer, Consul. But I’ll politely decline it.”

Silence.

Jia scrutinized him as if Alec had lost his mind.

Maybe he had.

But his heart was in the right place to be found.

“You’re something else, Mr. Lightwood. It’s rare for a Shadowhunter to decline a position in the Clave. A great one at that. Even rarer so to do it twice. Some people would do anything to merely be nominated as Inquisitor.”

“And I’m very honored, Consul. But my heart is in New York. I’m certain I can do better there. I’m sure there are many people who would also do a marvelous job as Inquisitor, too. If you allow me, can I make a suggestion?”

Jia sighed, clearly upset, but nodded. “Go on.” 

“She is also from an old family. She is very competent, and I’m sure she will be fair in her judgement. She will know how to deal with the Downworld and create alliances with them.”

This time, it was Jia’s turn to frown.

“Who?”

Alec smirked.

“Lydia Branwell.”

[so-scarlet-it-was-maroon]

Junjeung "Jun" (no last name, she was a peasant girl with no family)

Born in ancient Korea, rose up from poverty to become one of two leaders/cofounders of the Wunhwa (Original Flowers) alongside her lover and the vampire who turned her, Nammo

The Wunhwa are historically a group of female warriors created by the king -- in this story they're also vampires

Nammo was more beloved and therefore, in her eyes, more powerful than Junjeung, and didn't support Junjeung's plan to usurp power from the king.

Junjeung secretly killed her, making it look like she just disappeared (although many people guessed the truth). To this day she feels no remorse.

After that she lived as a powerful warlord, until eventually in the early 1600s she overreached herself with ambition, trying to rule all of Korea, and her empire collapsed.

She was a wanted woman pretty much all over the world, so she lived nomadically and went by "Jun."

Around the same time as Michel, she decided to settle in New York. They clashed immediately when Jun massacred an entire clan -- including women and children -- rather than simply overpowering the leader and giving the rest a chance to pledge loyalty or flee the city.

Michel has a much more humane approach to vampire life, and Jun sees this as an unforgivable weakness. In her mind she has "allowed" him to live because she hasn't had the power necessary to wipe out his clan completely.

She's bitter and angry inside that she never got to create a true vampire empire, and longs for the past. She also has no care for living things and lives solely for ambition and spite. Her taste for brutal, bloody revenge is legendary.

[manyimaginativemuses]

“Really? A lover boy under all that armor… just like you Lestat. I see James has a type then. Well, if it’s strength you’re after I can certainly provide you that. However, I believe you’re more so looking for information first.” As soon as Lucifer’s eye contact ceased, that calm warmth vanished and Homelander was back to normal.

“We have reason to believe James was taken by the same Vampire Council who took me a while back. The ones that worshipped Akasha and tried to silence me for being so openly vocal about being a vampire.” Lestat explained.

“That makes sense, they are quite a sensitive bunch.” Lucifer mused and walked over to a file cabinet next to his desk, “Currently to my knowledge, their top leaders aren’t in America, but there’s a base just outside the city where they take prisoners, food, etcetera. The Volturi Clan runs that one. And let me just say-“ Lucifer paused as he pulled out a large file and pointed to Homelander, “Whatever you are, pretty boy, they aren’t going to like. Hybrids like your kind aren’t respected nor are they even acknowledged, same with immortal children… again, so sorry about Claudia.” Lucifer dropped the file onto his desk. It held biographies of each vampire currently running the New York base.

“You had asked for strength earlier John. I can give you strength. Luckily, because you are a friend of James, I will not ask you for a favor in the future for this. But this will give you the strength you crave, I can promise you that.” Lucifer then stood, using Homelander’s real name, and approached him. He then pulled out a small blade from his pocket and pierced his own thumb, allowing blood to spill forth. The intoxicating scent flooded the room and even thought Lestat wanted to protest, wanted to tell Homelander it was a bad idea, he knew the strength it gave and knew it was the only option, “I will only give you a small taste for now, just to see how you react. Then once we go find James, you can have more.” He pressed the knife deeper into his thumb as the wound had already begun to heal before slowly and seductively sticking his bloody thumb into Homelander’s mouth.

The instant Lucifer’s blood reached Homelander’s tastebuds, the most delicious, intoxicating, addictive taste would flood his mouth. It tasted ten times better than James’s or any other blood for that matter. And as soon as it entered Homelander’s bloodstream, even that small amount already started affecting the Supe.

Homelander gave a nod as he headed off to shower. He couldn’t actually believe he was teaming up with Lestat of all people. It was funny how differences could be pushed aside during drastic matters. The Supe wasn’t in any position to be fussy when it came to help, after all. And if it did come to a fight, who better to have by his side than Lestat. …Other than Gazelle, of course. But Homelander didn’t want her involved if it could be helped. He didn’t want her getting hurt. That and she would be better staying at Vought to keep an eye on things while both he and CEO were gone.

Homelander sighed deeply as he turned on the shower and climbed in. He didn’t even care if the water was hot or cold, not that he could feel it anyway. He watched as the water turned crimson, attempting to wash away the blood that had almost become like a second skin. It was only then that he felt himself break, felt tears roll down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly. James deserved far better, and always would. After all he’d been through, he didn’t deserve to be tortured by the council. He wished he could take James’ place instead. Anything to keep his vamp safe.

After a few deep breaths, Homelander finally calmed and continued with his shower, washing and scrubbing the blood from his face and hair, and then freshening up properly. He brought his costume in as well, washing it along with himself. Luckily the material stopped any staining, so it was relatively easily to clean. Needs must when he didn’t have a spare costume around.

Before too long, Homelander was dressed, and clean once more. He left his hair to dry by itself, not caring if it was messy. He left the bathroom and rejoined Lestat and Stacee, giving a nod. “Hope this is clean enough for your friend. …Lucifer was it? I could hear from the shower. Seemed quite easy to get him to help. A little too easy.” He couldn’t help but feel suspicious, clearly not even thinking that this Lucifer was the real one. That would be insane.

“Anyway, I’m ready whenever you are. The sooner we leave, the better. I’m keen to see how this Lucifer will be able to help us exactly. You seem to have a lot of trust in him.” He mused, glancing at Lestat.

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Imagine the power of Saphael if they were canon

- Two boys dating

- Two vampires dating

- A fledgling and a clan leader dating

- A white character and a poc character dating

- A Jewish character and a Christian character dating

- A Pansexual character and an Asexual character dating

[bloodoftremere]

►New York By Night

Anarch coterie: Margot "Fuego" Walker · Clan Ventrue played by Aabria Iyengar

◊ The Ventrue have long been one of the proudest lines of vampires. Its members work hard to maintain a reputation for honor, genteel behavior, and leadership. A sense of noblesse oblige has long pervaded the clan, accompanied by the genuine belief that the Ventrue know what is best for everyone. They not only consider themselves the oldest clan, but see themselves as the enforcers of tradition and the rightful leaders of Kindred society. [x]

Isaac × Serif × Rey | Camarilla coterie

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        ‘ angel, that was SO boring , ’ of course lily was speaking of the recently adjourned clave meeting , in which the ashdowns were just as boring as she had remembered them . ‘ i don’t think this representative stuff is for me , do nephilim balance out their astounding talent for destroying everything with an inability to do everything else ? ’ lily lets out a sigh , ‘ though , i would rather it me and not any of the other idiots in my clan . ’

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[cantfightmoonlight]

"Hm. Sure, you didn't, miss 'I wasn't talking to you' and would 'rather not' talk to you," Meena rolled her eyes lightly over. "You want to know what I see? I see someone who has no problem questioning me as a leader and making your opinions about my spending habits known to the world and yet, god forbid, anyone questions you back. And what 'I wanted from them?'" A laugh broke from Meena's lips at that as she shook her head back and forth at the thought. "Oh honey. I asked you if we could have a civil discussion. Have I compelled you to be here? No. You are standing here out of your own volition so yes, you acting like I've somehow forced your hand, is in fact, having an attitude with me. All I did, was give you a choice. Don't act like you're not here out of your own freewill."

Meena stood there quietly, giving Bexley the floor as she had promised her she would and when Bexley finally came to an end, did Meena begin to speak again. "Have I lectured you yet? No. Have I glared at you today? No nor I am not responsible for your own guilt. So, please don't project your own self imposed image onto me. When I said we should have a chat, it's just that. A chat. I'm not one to yell nor have I raised my voice in the past a hundred years and as for why I seem 'threatening' to you? I'm pretty sure that is your own idea of me you've worked up in that pretty little head of yours rather than actuality? Did I not particularly enjoy you questioning how I run the clan in the midst of a heavily time dependent rescue attempt? Yes. But, did I snap your neck for it? No. I did snap Ralphie's and I adore Ralphie. He's practically family at this point. But, if you recall, I let you completely off the hook, because, as I made clear then and as I will make clear now, you aren't a concern of mine. Barely a passing thought, really, which may sound harsh, sure. But, what you may view is threatening, is me choosing not to sugarcoat where I'm coming from. That's all. I don't have a problem with you. It's why I'm willingly standing here to clear the air. Now," She let out a breath as she went on to explain.

"As for Valentine's Day, you didn't want to send in someone who had already been hurt. A noble notion truly, but unfortunately, we were on a time crunch and, as the clan leader, I know my vampires. I didn't have time to explain how for a vampire, having one's teeth ripped out is a tad bit embarrassing, but hardly much of an injury. We heal in a matter of seconds. It's how Kadir was on his feet moments after having drowned repeatedly over and over again. And yes, we still feel the pain and, yes, it is still traumatizing. But, for a vampire whose been around as long as Aaliyah has? The only thing that would make what she had gone through remotely better is getting some semblance of revenge and being able to save someone else from suffering a similar fate. She's my best friend, besides Anna that is. I wouldn't send her in without thinking it through and if there is one thing you should know about me? I don't make any decision without thinking it out thoroughly. Aaliyah was going to go in regardless. She's stubborn that way and we didn't have the time to waste arguing. Not when she had already proven herself saving both herself and Tony who we had sent in to save her. It was a tough decision, but is was the rational call to make and so I made the har decision."

"As for the basket auction and the money that you scoffed at me spending? It costs an absurd amount of money to even run for something like Mayor. To be the Mayor of New York? Tens of Millions of dollars. The Mayor of Lunar Cove? Is a small fortune. It's a poor system, truly. But, the previous mayors and candidates before me have all spent absurd amounts to even have a leg in the race. Most Mayors spend majority of their terms schmoozing or purposely making choices with only one goal in mind, being re-elected. I want to be better than that, so I donated what may seem like an insane amount for a basket that is valued at far less that what I spent. But, it was because if I'm putting on a town wide fundraiser, then isn't it right for me put into the town more than what it took for me to get here? I don't expect for you to know how everything works. But, did you nicely ask me to explain it to you or did you make blatant assumptions about me in front of the entire town? You don't feeling called out, but what did you do to me?"

"I'm not one for handholding. No one ever babied me and I'm certainly not going to do that to you. Personally, I find it somewhat offense and I would never undermine your own intelligence like that. So, I'll tell you what? If you have a question as to why I've made a decision? In the future, just ask and if it's too long of an explanation for me to give in the moment? The worst that will happen, is that I will tell you that I can't explain right now, but I will fill you in later. How's that? Does that seem like a reasonable solution? Because I am more than happy to explain myself and answer any questions you may have if you choose to ask them."

"I didn't cop an attitude," Bex said back, trying to remain calm and not lose it like she had with Poppy. She had a feeling Meena would be far less forgiving. "Just because someone doesn't do exactly what you want them to doesn't mean they're giving you attitude. I've already gotten the lecture and the glares and the guilt, maybe I just didn't feel like having someone else remind me how much I fucked up and how I can't do anything to fix it." Bex was just really tired of hearing people tell her how much of a failure she was. She already told herself that enough and she'd come here to start over, not make the same mistakes.

She glanced over at Meena, arms wrapped around herself tightly, the only defense she had for herself out here, so exposed. There was no one around to step in and help her this time if things went bad. She didn't want things to go bad. She didn't like being on the mayor's bad side, but she didn't know how to fix it. "I know I caused a lot of distress and anger, and people were hurt because of it, but I don't understand why you had to be so-- threatening to me. I was just trying to help. And as I already explained to Poppy, I don't know the rules of this place, let alone this world. I don't know how any of this works. I've been on my own since I found out I had magic, and I didn't even know it was magic until about a year ago. I thought I was just some fucked up person who could hurt people without even meaning to. And all these people-- they claim this town is supposed to be for people like me, but all they've done is alienate me and single me out, expecting me to somehow just know how everything works without even knowing me." She drew in a breath, slowed her thoughts down. "Granted, I...wasn't exactly eager to get out and make friends with everyone, but I was trying. I was really trying. I've been on my own practically my entire life but I've never felt more alone than in that moment."