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adastramumu · 4 years ago

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“ she was destruction given form and purpose. hers was an elegant savagery ”

ODILIA REYNARD DE VRIES

(ALSO KNOWN AS AVA VOSS)

age: appears 28, actually 939

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: preschool teacher

species: trickster/vampire hybrid

faceclaim: kacey rohl

death tw, implied abuse tw, murder tw below the cut

Odilia de Vries’s mother was obsessed with youth. No other attributes mattered; beauty and vitality came above all else. As far back as she would remember, Odilia had watched her mother slather herself in creams and potions from the innocuous—spring water—to the verboten—virgin’s blood—all designed to stave off the passage of time and keep the interest of her wealthy father. An outwardly pious man, in reality he was anything but, scheming and stealing his way ahead. It didn’t matter the racket—overtaxing the peasants living on his land, skimming off the top of church tithes, even poisoning rivals who held more sway with the king—her father executed it ruthlessly and flawlessly. Beautiful and far too sharp for her own good, Odilia was the apple of her parents eyes, born and bred to continue each of their legacies with the kind of devotion most of her peers showed only to their god. Her unique skills, bending reality, wrapping it around her little finger and warping the world to be whatever she wanted were a divine reward for her parents’ hard work, and they made sure she knew it, bending her to their will the way she bent everyone else to hers.

After they died, things were easier in a way. There was no one else there to push her on and she was finally the master of her own destiny, but it wasn’t long before the guilt began to creep back in and she began to imagine them there with her, praising each scheme and each con and soothing the fears and the humanity that forced their way into her heart and seemed to cling there more and more with each day she spent alone, locked up in a castle with no one but the servants and occasional visiting dignitaries. She tried everything she could to push it back—religion, potions, witches, any book or scrap of information she could get her hands on—but none of it seemed to work. Ironically, it was the very same woods witch that had given her mother the potions that had done nothing that gave Odilia the answers she was looking for, both about her abilities and her ageless face, and about how to banish any fragments of fear and doubt she still carried. Odilia needed a vampire.

Cain Abbott all but fell into her lap. He had been so easy to manipulate; all the boy had been looking for was acceptance and it had been too simple to give it to him. He wasn’t a monster, no more than she was a scared, mortal girl afraid to die alone, and Odilia didn’t even have to lie to convince him of that. He fell in love with her for her words alone, no need for tricks or bending reality, and she had loved him in return. The thought of staying with him forever had been tempting, but she had been alone with her own thoughts for so long that the temptation to be free of the feelings that had haunted her for hundreds of year was so much stronger. She turned off her humanity and left him, but found that he was never far from her thoughts. Every village she massacred, she signed his name, messages across space and time, knowing that one day, he’d come and find her. Convincing Cain that she was dead was the first time she’d ever used her trickster powers on him, and she disappeared into another face, another name, determined to lie low and forget Cain Abbott had ever existed.

Life after death was consistent, stable, and—no matter how many ruses she managed to pull on unsuspecting neigbours or how much the world changed, grew, and advanced—truly and deeply boring. She took up hobby after hobby, started painting, writing, baking, and even tried dragging new people into her game of cat and mouse, but nothing and no one could fill the hole left behind by the thrill of the chase. So, she formed a new plan. She’d been meticulous about hiding herself for so many years; getting sloppy could be fun, a one player game of hide and seek with a seeker who didn’t even know he was looking. She buried clues as often as she could, a self-portrait in a museum, a dedication in a book, even crossing paths with his siblings. Only once did she go near Cain himself, watching from afar. None of her victims were half as interesting as the Abbotts, and in time, Odilia found herself getting bolder. She hadn’t set out to move to the same town as the Abbott siblings. Tiny towns were far easier to run scams from—the townspeople would think they knew Ava Voss, wouldn’t suspect that a meek little church mouse was defrauding them left and right—and Bellport had been on her radar for quite a while. Any other time, the sight of an Abbott would have been enough to make her pack up and leave, but this time, Odilia felt like tempting fate. For once, the future was open and unpredictable, and Odilia was ready for anything.

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