#tiffany monroe the lost boys oc

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Blood Lust

Word count :  2,105

Warning: Language

A/N : Some more Tiffany and the boys in the past! I did it I wanna dedicate this 2 days of writing this fic to  @whatisgoingonpaul the source for the lost boys prequel as well as @a-supernatural-writer and @pitiful-anonymous-vampire

Near the dark, damp, humid Santa Carla bluffs sat several outlaws around a campfire. Tiffany and Stewart waited behind a few trees, her fangs sharp and ready to rip into the first ounce of flesh that she could get into. "Did ya hear somethin..." the two men who looked like bandits asked each other. The sounds of waves crashed against the rocks from below as the trees rustled. Darkness spreads across the bluff as Stewart blew out the fire. "Wh...Who's there..." one of the men says, feeling a deathly still presence from behind him. The cold hands of death touch the man's neck-snapping it in half as the mark of a lover's kiss is left on the corpse. 

"Well, boys, don't just sit there..." Tiffany turned to face the freshly turned vampires and their sire Max. Standing like statues, the boys only looked at Tiffany and Stewart. Who were both covered in blood,

 "Don't tell me you didn't ..." Tiffany glared at Max, who had the grin of a conman on his face. 

" Didn't what Ms." 

"How dare you turn these boys into vampires and yet have them figure it out themselves!" Tiffany shouted, her hands close to ripping her hair out. "First of all, little girl..." his hand underneath her chin. Tiffany nearly snapped at his finger, "I will rip you apart from where you stand..." she growled at him, hearing his already sickening laughter. 

"Is everything okay..." David asked, his reddish-blonde hair poking up from behind Max. 

"Not to worry... someones just being disrespectful, isn't she..." 

"If Camilla hears about this... she'll make you wish you never were born... " Tiffany laughed as she then saw a long-haired blond pounced on top of a body, "Paul use your hands first and then teeth!" she smirked, her dark blue gown trailing behind her. Flesh ripping apart was the only sound that Max and Tiffany heard as the two sat by a fire admiring the skill that "his" boys were learning. "Jasper!" Max shouted at the younger boy, his hair almost as long as his older brothers. 

"Yes..." 

"Try harder, will ya..." Max said, a bit disappointed in the boy. Jasper only sighed as he continued trying to find the right vein to feed on; Max only watched as Jasper struggled, almost as if he got a kick out of seeing the young boy starve to death. Stewart shook his head, taking his nail to the wrist of the soon-to-be corpse splitting it open. 

"Thanks..."

"Don't mention it, kid." he ruffled up his hair, getting a glare from Dwayne. The vampires had begun to travel further into the woods, trying to find the perfect place to make camp. Horses trotted in the woods, 

Stewart, whose hands were around Marko's waist, rested his tired body against his back and turned to look at Paul, who only rolled his eyes at him and kept riding past. "I'm just saying, Tiffany, you'd make a great..." 

"A great what..." she turned to face Max, her horse catching up to his.

 "I would say mother, but you can't even side-saddle..." Max mumbled, taking note of the way she rode. "And to think you've trained to be a lady... " Tiffany only laughed as she shook her head, " I am no lady..." taking the reins of her horse galloping in the wind past Max, "I suggest we trot faster if you want to live." she sang from afar. Marko, Stewart, and Paul had taken camp together. The three wrapped tightly in a blanket. Tiffany stood in her tent, her locket an ice blue amulet in hand, memories of a life she wanted to leave behind. Tiffany could feel a cold touch reach up to her back, her skin crawling as the hand reached up to her shoulder. 

"Poor little girl ... still waiting for happily ever afters, huh..." 

"Leave me alone..." 

"Or what you'll cry..." he laughed, "Lestat was right about you... You're easy too, eager," Tiffany wrapped her hands around his neck, urging her to squeeze him harder. Her vamping out only grew pale while Max nicked her with his nails.

"Hey, anyone seen my cigarettes ..." Dwayne poked his head in; The smell of her blood luring both him and David, Max, had only excused himself as both David and Dwayne invited themselves in, Tiffany began to back away from the two. Her eyes were now yellow and red from tears that wouldn't come.

 "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay..." David took her hand, 

"Look at me..." Dwayne said, his eyes trailing back to her wrist. Tiffany faced the two vampires as she took a deep breath.

 "I'm so sorry I wish you didn't have to..." 

"You're bleeding, dear..." David pointed out as Dwayne's eyes followed suit. Adjusting her wrist out, she watched as he hesitantly bit down on the already semi-healing skin. 

"Wanna tell us what the hell that was about..." David pried. 

"Just vampire stuff..." She shrugged, watching as Dwayne glared at her. 

"I promise you two it's nothing... I need to rest and..." 

"Tell us what's going on, Monroe." Dwayne pulled away from the wound, his hand firmly holding onto her hand,

 "I'm not that important ..." she mumbled as the two boys looked at her, 

"Max only wants me around you guys like a mother figure..." she laughed, removing her skirt, 

" So what do you want to be..." David turned away, letting her undress. "Well, I want to be myself... " she bit her lips feeling hands ghost over her corset. 

"And who would that be," Dwayne asked, glancing at the whalebone marks on her skin, "You tied this yourself..." 

"Mhmm, what's wrong with it..."

"It's shit." he laughed, 

"I beg your pardon!" she gasped, "It's perfect. "

"Yeah, if you don't wanna breathe." David turned his head, "You know Anastasia taught me how to lace up a corset."

"Here we go..." 

"No, no, let him speak..." Tiffany suggested as she sat down in the grass, 

"But if you can tie nautical knots, you can lace a fucking corset." David looked at the woman as she laughed. There was a sadness behind his eyes every time he mentioned the name Anastasia, but she must have meant so much to him. The colors of orange, pink, and blue began to crack amongst the dark sky as both David and Dwayne were asleep in her tent. Sitting out in the Dawn were Tiffany and Stewart watching daybreak hatch. 

" I think it time I change a new leaf..." she huffed, the warm rays on her skin, 

"What do you mean ..." 

"It's a new era, and I can't keep being what everyone wants me to be... I can only be who I'm supposed to be." she looked back as she saw Jasper, who was getting a peek of what would be his last sunrise over California.  

Sitting in the lobby of the Santa Carla resort was Tiffany, her thoughts heavy and her mind scrambling around. Looking down at her engagement ring, she admired every detail that Dracula had put into it. But she knew that none of it was hers: instead, it was just another way for her to become a trophy in his collection of wives. Max had then sat next to her, his hand on top of hers. 

" Go away..." She grumbled. 

"Or what..." Max smirked, tilting her head up with his chin, 

"I'll take everything you've ever loved away from you..." she growled, "Including the boys..." 

"You wouldn't..." His control over the other vampire fading, "You wouldn't know the first thing about raising boys..." Tiffany laughed as she broke from his grip, walking away from the power-hungry sire,

 "You know something, Maxi..." 

"What..." 

"You've no power over me... nor does Dracula..."

"You sure about that..." 

"Highly sure ... now if you excuse me, I've made arrangements with Paul and Jasper to go pickpocke-" she stopped talking as the ground under her began to shake, the infamous earthquake of 1906, the residence of the hotel had all rushed to the door,

 the chandelier had started crumbling down from the lobby ceiling. As a few people got caught from underneath it, Tiffany looked back to see Jasper, who was reaching out for his brother's hand, Dwayne looking at Tiffany, while Marko Paul and Stewart tried to help.

"You stay awake, do you hear me ?! don't you dare close your eyes."

 "Leave them, Tiffany..." Max said, watching as Tiffany tried to run from his hypnotic grasp,

 "I gotta do something..." she tried to pull away as he only beckoned for her to follow as well as the rest of the boys.

"Who has the power over who now..." he mumbled, the once ever so astounding resort torched with flames and burnt memories; faded into the night sky, leaving the sound of silence and howls of wolves in the background. "I'm sorry about your brother I-" Dwayne kept looking ahead as the two kept walking, 

"Don't worry about it, snookums, Dwayne, gets like that when he's upset..." Paul mentioned as Tiffany giggled, "Snookums eh... What god awful human did you learn that from."

"Some guy named Walter Emerson..." he looked at the pocket watch that he stole. He then looked back at Marko and Stewart, the two chatting away, while Tiffany looked at David, who had lost the love of his mortal life. She wanted to ask if he was okay, but his eyes looking towards the North Star said differently. 

Tiffany sighed as she kept walking, her boots getting stuck in the mud while her hair begun to stick from sweat to her face. " Can't we just fucking rest for the night... " The young woman groaned, 

"I mean David's fucking out of it, Stewart and Marko ate two rats, and Dwayne he's practically falling asleep, and Paul..." she looked back, "Holy Hell, where's Paul!" Tiffany turned to see the blond ripping the neck off a wolf open. Max grumbled both by his and her actions. He was irritated, but the nagging and the tiredness reminded him why he hated dealing with such newly turned vampires. 

"My Feet hurt..." Marko grumbled, 

"It's too hot..." David groaned. 

"FINE WE'LL STOP." Max turned towards the boys, his teeth out and ready to rip into anyone else who so had a complaint. They found a campsite with fire, a few tents, and what seemed to be a few drunk soldiers. 

"Tiffany, get rid of them." Max pointed in the direction of the men, "See boys: When you're more experienced, you'll also be able to cause as much bloodshed just like that..." he turned back to see limbs discarded amongst the ground, the perfect meal for a vampire feeding their young. "The place is all yours, boys..." 

As the boys went to rest, Tiffany did as well. Dressed in her nightgown, laying on the cot, she could feel a hand stroking her hair as it kept singing her name.  

Tiffany 

Tiffany

Tiffany 

She tossed and turned on the couch from up under her, teased out hair drenched in a cold sweat. "It's happening again..." Marko sighed, dabbing away beads of sweat from her forehead. Paul rushed over, holding her hand feeling, the odd heat radiating off her skin. 

 "Tiffany, sweetheart, I want you to drink this..." David said, trying to get her to look at him. It was the third time this month that Tiffany hadn't been so lucky when it came to feeding. She had caught a case of Blotoisis better, known as Vampiritis, a flu-like sickness that happens when a vampire consumes blood from a sick human. 

"I ... I don't wanna..." she shivered, her eyes closed from the lighting of the fire barrels, "You gotta toots..." Marko kissed her forehead. Dwayne rolled his eyes, placing another cold towel on her forehead, noticing Angelica, who had been holding hands with Sam, and someone else who he presumed to be a friend of hers that she met. 

" Babycakes..." Tiffany reached out to Dwayne, "Je ne me sens pas bien je veux des câlins." she pouted as Dwayne held her hand, "No cuddles until you feel better."

"I want you all to meet my friend..." Angelica said, walking further into the cave holding a can of chicken noodle soup. 

"Not now, kiddo..." David shooed her away. 

"But..."

"Tiff's sick..." Dwayne shrugged

"Will ya stop shooing away my girlfriend for one second," Jasper smirked, standing to the side, his dark hair almost as long as his brothers, 

"Jasper..." the boys said, turning to face him.

"Sheesh, love what you did to the place..."  

"I must be hallucinating ..."

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For spooky season I will be opening up rps with my vamperic characters in honor of The Interview with the vampire series

Kindly give a warm welcome to the Dubois Liru Monroe family of vampires

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Share 10 facts about Tiffany, please. :)

1. Tiffany has not only survived the revolutionary War but she's also survived sinking with the Titanic as well as well as 2 world wars and the flu out break !

2. Tiffany in her years as a vampire has only been engaged twice, once to Lestat and once to Dracula

3. Tiffany When she was 13 learned how to sword fight although she doesn't use the skill much she's handy with a switch blade.

4. Her favorite food is cheese sticks extra garlic if she's feeling risky.

5. Tiffany grew up in a vampire haven of high society vampires in The French Quaters where she learned how to blend into society.

6. Tiffany keeps treats in leather jacket so dogs don't expect that she's not human.

7. Her iconic motorcycle was stolen from a member of the T- Birds she took the keys out of one of the guys pockets some guy by the name of Zuko?

8. Her last name was actually given to her by the daughter of her sire but her real last name is Dubois

9. She's a Louisiana fruit bat!

10. She's the sweetest vampire you'd ever wanna meet!

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Blood Lust 4

Word Count : 2,199

Warning: Mentions of abuse, Gore 

A/N : Part 4 baby!! WOOO this is dedicated to @pitiful-anonymous-vampire

"Can you tell us about your childhood?" Angelica mumbled, "If you still remember it?" she looked at her wide-eyed sister, "I don't know if you all would be interested..." Tiffany trailed off with a smirk as the boys changed their seats and got ever so comfortable, 

"Tiff, you gotta tell us, we wanna know!" Paul pouted as Tiffany laughed, "Alright, alright!

 "Well, I was born in New York in 1771 to an enslaved woman named Isabella and a creole Duke named Ashton..." She smiled, looking over at Angelica, "Who that little one knows as mom and dad." Tiffany chuckled, resting her hands over her stomach,  

 "You see, my story starts in Louisiana 1776. I was just five years old, just a Magnolia seed, if you will." Tucked away in the French quarters was a Plantation house of ivory white fixtures and magnolia trees lining the entrance all the way up to the door. As a carriage pulled away, Standing there was a little girl dressed in the rags of a slave with dirt on her face, who stood behind a tall man dressed as a general of some sort. "Tu es en sécurité ici.." he said, gesturing for her to walk in, hesitant to grab his hand. He could tell that she was still scared. "I assure you it's fine." he winked at the child, watching as she made small strides to the door. Surrounding her were vampires of high society of all backgrounds draped in rubies, emerald. She could hear them whisper and gossip, hoping it wasn't about her. As she walked further, she could feel red velvet drapes pool at her feet while in her line of sight, cups of porcelain and pots of silver with cups of fine "wine" poured in them sat close by on a table. 

"Mon garçon tu m'as retourné aussitôt." said a woman, her golden curls pinned in a high roll as a blue feather plume stuck out from it, she was elegant, and she was beautiful, 

She was " Countess Elizabeth Liru, ma fille.." she extended her pale hand to the young girl. Watching her flench at the gesture, Elizabeth could sense her pain already, a wounded bird not yet ready to fly, unlike how her father was.  " I'll not harm you a bit," she said, "Nay, will they..." gesturing towards the others that were gathering around. 

The younger girl only nodded as she slowly peaked from behind the man's legs, dark curls askew from behind him.

 " Ma fille, what do they call you..." her piercing blue eyes focused on the small brown ones looking back at her. The young girl's voice was hoarse from the endless nights of screaming and the pain from being passed down from person to person. 

"Tiffany, Ma'am ..."

"Haven't you a last name..." 

"No, ma'am..." she looked down at her dirtied-up feet. 

"She looks like a Monroe..." a young girl around her age said, golden curls held back by a bow. "That's what we'll call you... Madame Tiffany Monroe."

 "So they picked your last name?" David asked, a bit surprised, "Yeah, it was kind of a thing back then, sort of like naming property... but Elizabeth also picked out my life..."  she laughed, 

"Lace! countess lace is the returning rage all the women  of the court are wearing it!" Fatima said, sticking pins into the dress. Fatima had been a seamstress since the beginning of time and enjoyed what she did. As her pink powered wig sat on top of her head, Tiffany stood there giggling, watching as Elizabeth and Fatima argued about the appeal of her dress.

 " C'est de la merde putain!" Elizabeth growled. 

"Ta mère était une pute !" Fatima rolled her eyes, continuing her creation, "I have you know I've dressed queens and kings and even Shakespeare's company..." Fatima scowled at Elizabeth.

"I had a Hans Holbein Portrait!" 

"We all had one..." Fatima sang, "Don't move, Cherie," she mumbled, sewing the lace trim around her sleeves. It was the last finishing touch before she was to be shown off to the rest of the court like a doll, 

Pink cotton with a gold satin ribbon trimmed stomacher. Tiffany stood there in the mirror as she gave it a twirl, still a bit sad. Fatima could sense it. She missed her mother, but some things could not be. Taking her hand, Elizabeth led her into the dining room as all eyes were on her.  

" Belle fille!"

"Une telle poupée..."

"Elle est Magnifique!" 

"Was all I heard... to everyone around I was a little a doll..." she looked down at Marko, "I was nothing more, but when you're five, that's all they know you for..." Tiffany laughed, the sound of despair under her breath, "But there was always Fatima." 

"Fatima, you talk a lot about her..." Jasper added, "Well, she was my mother's sire... and lover cursed my father because he took her from her..." she smirked, "But she practically got me out of trouble ..."

"You a troublemaker?" Dwayne laughed, "Who woulda known." Well, it was 1784, I was 13, the age where girls notice boys..." she grinned, "Men notice girls..." she mumbled as Paul held her hand. Tiffany sat in the Magnolia tree dirtied up in her new dress as Charlotte watched her, her golden hair much like her mother glistening in the hot summer sun. Looking up, all she saw were brown eyes looking down.

" Que fais-tu?" Charlotte asked,

"I'm a pirate, Mon ami, join me?" her hand stretched out as Charlotte grabbed on, her eyes locking with Tiffany. The two always had a sense of imagination, but they were getting older, and by Elizabeth, the two young girls were getting awfully close. "Take me away... my Capitaine..." she kissed Tiffany's hand.  Tiffany had nearly frozen as she had later been brought back to reality by the poke of a branch. "What are you doing..." Tiffany asked,

 " Sword fighting Cherie... my betrothed does it all the time to me."

"You're what?" she asked, sitting on one of the strong arms, her dress collecting even more dirt that would put Fatima in a rage. "Betrothed... I'll be marrying him someday..." she smiled, her heart already breaking, "Mother says it's time you get one too... and she found you someone suitable..." she held her hand. Tiffany looked down at her bare feet dropping from the tree as she ran off into the grand foyer, the Harpsichord playing untuned notes. Elizabeth moaned as her mouth was covered in blood, Tiffany standing there in fear as to what she had just seen, 

"STOP IT" Tiffany tried to move but felt as though time stood still. A metal ring pointed under her neck, "You dirty unsightly little thing... I was almost through, and you ruined it, you petit avorton..." she growled, raising her hand as Fatima stood in front of her. Her skin was less full of wrinkles and more youthful as her hair was curly and black. 

"You will not hit this child..."  she growled,

"Then get it out of my sight..."  Elizabeth pointed towards the stairs. 

"And then what happened... " Angelica asked as a tear fell from Tiffany's eyes.  " Well, I had a bath... my hair in a high roll... wearing fresh French silk and I went to a ball... I still remember Fatima singing to me..." she smiled, humming as Dwayne sat next to her, listening. Tiffany sat in the porcelain tub silently, Fatima washing her hair combing out dirt and leaves as she continued to sing an old french song about chickens.  "What was mama like..."   Tiffany asked, her teeth chattering, "Well, she was beautiful ..." Fatima smiled, stroking her hair, "She was kind and sweet... stern and stubborn someone I loved dearly..." she replied as Tiffany giggled,

 "She wanted me to make sure you were taken care of..."  Fatima sighed, washing the dirt off her face, "How did you get so dirty..." 

"Playing pirates... with Charlotte ..."  she mumbled as Fatima scrubbed her arms, "Like your father... Duke of ... well, I better not say... Let's get you dressed." Tiffany stood in her room as Fatima dressed her, placing a locket around her neck. As the carriage crept closer, Tiffany could feel her skin growing cold,

Draped in the purest of silk stood Charlotte and Tiffany eyeing down eligible bachelors while trying to get away from their betrothed. Golden curly hair resting on the shoulder of brown skin sending butterflies down to her stomach. " Je m'ennuie Tiffany ..." Charlotte pouted as Tiffany quirked her head up, 

"As am I... perhaps we'll illumine la ville, what do you think?" taking the young girl's hands in her own. The two ran off into the gardens, away from the music and the snobbish gossipy people," You're as bright as the stars in a clear sky."  Charlotte said, her voice a bit shaky, surrounded by roses. Tiffany could only see one in her view. But Tiffany knew what was on the other girls' minds. It was on hers as well...

"Charlotte, do you ever want to be a vampire..."  Tiffany asked, placing roses in her hair, 

"If it means you'll be my amant et compagnon."  she kissed her cheek, "Then who am I to destroy what the fates want." she placed her hand on Tiffany's face. Her pearl's glowed in the night sky as the two stayed in a lover's embrace. They had been inseparable since they first locked eyes, but soon they'd become one, or so she hoped. As two men showed up pulling the two young lovers away, there became worse problems at hand.  Tiffany sat in her bedroom weeping, scratching at her arms then at her hair as she still felt the sting of an abuser's first kiss on her lips, a dark purple bruise by her eye. 

"Tiffany..."  Fatima ran in, "What did she do to you...", her brown eyes were lifeless as if the soul of a child was left behind. Placing her hand on her cheek. Tiffany's gaze only looked down in shame as to what happened to her.  "He... was... 27," Tiffany said, shaking, clinging onto Fatima for dear life, "Charlotte was lucky..." her heartbeat racing, 

"What did you do to escape..." Jasper asked, the mood in the cave shifting. 

"I ugh I bit him... I ran... I ran like hell back to that place..." Tiffany sighed, "But then again, wouldn't you..." she asked as Paul nodded. "My teen years were rocky... until I turned 20 did everything make sense."

"What do you mean the Duke isn't dead!" Elizabeth whispered. Fatima gave her a chuckle holding up letters from the Duke of the court. Tiffany, who was sitting by her door, listened as she snickered away at the news, "Your plan didn't work, Elizabeth, enslaving the Duchess ... and stealing their daughter was a useless tactic ..."  Fatima crossed her arms, her white bow wig in place despite her anger, 

"I... I don't know what you mean..."    

"You betrayed us ... you paraded around here much too long! and now it's over..." she growled, her long nails gracing her Elizabeth's porcelain skin. Slashing through the skin. Tiffany sat there in bewilderment at what Fatima had just done. She committed a crime amongst Vampires by killing her own all for the sake of some measly vampire royalty. Rolling the body away in the ever so elegant velvet drapes, Fatima took the blood of Elizabeth from her fingers, giving it a taste, laughing as she knew the young girl was watching, "You'll want to get dressed for the arrival of your parents ..."  she hummed, 

"H- how did you I was here..." 

"I hear everything, Cherie..." she winked. 

"Don't you think this is too much..." Tiffany asked, looking in the mirror, "The pearls in my hair... the locket... and a choker with more pearls..." she asked, looking at the dress. There were pearls and bows on the silver bodice with the Diamonds on the stomacher,  while her skirt was of the finest silk that money could buy. 

"It's never too much when meeting your parents again..." Fatima smiled her black curls covered in matching Rubies much like her dress and necklace, 

"Besides, tonight is your big night." she smiled as Tiffany gulped, scared of the pain that changing over would be if she'd ever see another daylight or perhaps even feel the sun of her skin. 

"Announcing the return of her Grace Isabella..." one of the guards said,

"They're here..." 

"What do I do!"

"Run..." 

"Did you?"

"I ran like I was flying, everything to see the woman I was ripped apart from again..." she laughed, "I wanted to see her face and meet my father for the first time..."  her hand rubbing her locket. "I wanted to see..."

"Your face..." Tiffany smiled, standing in front of her mother. Her eyes were just the same as the child she had bored. Isabella reached out towards her as she kissed her forehead, a tear falling from her face, 

"It's been too long, my dear..." Fatima said, holding Isabella's hand. 

"And then what happened..."  Dwayne asked. 

"Well, I was turned into a vampire..."

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Blood Lust (Part 3)

Word count: 2,855 

Warning : Language 

A/N : Part 3 ! I dedicate this tp @kayte-wren, @a-supernatural-writer, @pitiful-anonymous-vampire and @ocfairygodmother You guys are all amazing!, also I’m glad to have rewritten Tiffany’s past of 1906 and yes I know Vlad and Drac are the same but I made them twins, also pay attention to the mention of gloves and fans *wink won*

"Well, let's just say there was a reason Max taunted me so much," Tiffany grumbled, "If you'll excuse me, I'm tired, and that's a story for another time." she giggled.  Tiffany curled back up on the couch as Angelica grumbled, "It would've been nice to know more..."  her fingers playing with the ring, tracing the stones, "Not that you're my sister who I'm trying to know more about..." she poked Tiffany's cheek watching as brown eyes panned to see that the boys agreed with Angelica's tantalizing words,

 "Alright, fine, you wanna know more..."  Tiffany rolled her eyes as Marko and Paul both sat on the armrest, getting comfortable, "I'll take that as a yes..." Both Dwayne and David sat on the floor next to Angelica Jasper sat on the other sofa curled up in a tattered blanket. "Alright, Well, a few months after the engagement of Dracula and I had company..." she smiled, " An adorable lawyer named Johnathan Harker... " Tiffany giggled, "What a fool he was..."

 It was a stormy night in Transylvania. The moon was high above the night sky as owls and wolves who'd and howled amongst Castle Dracula. There in the grand dining hall sat Johnathan Harker, dark brown hair and a pure young lovesick look in his eyes caused by his lover Mina. Tiffany sighed, watching the two talk, her immortal heart yearning for what they shared, cold hands wrapped around her waist as the silk fabric of a cape brushed against her arms. "You aren't dressed yet. Why," Dracula asked, laying his chin on top of her head, "Not hungry..." she replied, looking at him, "Besides, they're your guests. I wouldn't want to intrude." she laughed, breaking from his grip as she went to their "Shared" room.  Dracula, however, made his way down the stairs joining the couple. 

"Do forgive my lateness... My betrothed has fallen ill and won't be joining us..." 

"Is she okay..." Mina asked, her eyes focused on the vampire, a bashful blush coming across her face. "She's just a bit tired, is all..." he smirked, his eyes averted to the pulsating vein in her throat. His hands caressing hers while Johnathan's eyes averted to a shadowed figure in the candlelight, rubbing his eyes, he felt his mind was playing tricks on him much as they did before when he went exploring on his own around the large castle. As the shadow crept closer, the hairs on his neck began to stand still as the air around them shifted while the candle lights no longer flickered. The feel of deaths nurturing cold hands reached out to the lawyer. A long metal pointed ring at his neck. Johnathan turned to look back, but nothing was there yet again. Dracula only grumbled, knowing who was behind it all. 

" Is everything, okay my Count? Mina asked,

"Nothing to worry about, my pet..."  Dracula smiled pouring, glasses of " wine."

"Seems we have a visitor..." Dracula mumbled the silhouette of well-kept hair from the balcony peering down at him. Both Johnathan and Mina were "drunk" as Dracula made his move to sweep Mina away to give her death's sweet kiss upon her neck.  "Funny since I started trusting you, nothing good has happened..." Tiffany laughed, making the blood inside Dracula boil, 

" Careful, aren't you..." he scoffed, his lips nearly meeting Mina's lips for a kiss.   "I could kill everyone in this town before they could even rise to their feet: skills like that do wonders for self-confidence," Tiffany responded, cutting a gash in Johnathan's neck, her teeth sinking to the fresh dark red oozing down. Droplets formed around her lips as she flashed a smile towards the other vampire. Dracula took Mina by the hand as he kissed her, eyes wide open as his eyes looked towards Tiffany. He could see the subtle feelings for him crack right in the windows of her eyes. The Harkers both laid there lifeless as Tiffany had only stormed up the steps. 

"How could you..." she turned to face him.

"How could I what," he smirked, "You're just an experiment ..." he leaned in closer, " A lover when I need you to be..." he whispered, tilting her chin, "You're nothing...but my bride of course." he kissed her as she fell into his grasp. 

"Woah, wait, you two bickered then made up..." Paul blinked. Tiffany smiled as she reached out to touch his hand, "I talked back, and he threw me in the cellar with his brides..." she shrugged, "Was it bad..." Angelica asked, sitting in Jaspers' lap. 

 "Well, with Draci, it isn't easy, his tempers short, and his brides are sleazy..." 

The year was 1905. Sitting in the cellar was Tiffany, brides surrounding her, taking nearly every drop of blood. It became her punishment every time she denied Dracula a propper wedding, her skin growing pale as veins covered her features almost as if she were dying. "And who do we have here..." A tall, lanky man asked, standing next to Stewart.  

"This is Tiffany..." 

"Stewart..." She whispered, her eyes fluttered, looking at the brown-haired man who by stature looked rich as well as a vampire. "Let's get her cleaned up..." he smiled at the familiar, lukewarm water had touched her skin as Stewart washed her hair from dirt and residue. "Tiffany, we're gonna get you out of here..."  he smiled as she hummed, "You're the best..." she slurred. As Tiffany was made up and dressed, she stood in front of the well-renowned businessman. 

"Maximillium... Carmilla's prodigy." Tiffany cleared her throat of Stewarts' blood.  "At your service, Countess..." he kissed her hand, "The Count and I aren't married actually..." she interjected, tapping her nails on her ring, "Oh, sorry for the mistake..." Max mumbled, 

"What did you come here to do, Lord Maximilian..." she yawned, Stewart still standing in front of her,

 "Perhaps you'll join me in America... Santa Carla, California, I'm making a  grand haven hotel if you will." he smiled, "To have such a refined vampire as yourself would be an honor ..." a devious smirk from beyond his lips.

"And when will it be done... "

"1906..."

Santa Carla 1906, the mundane capital of the world, was what they called it. As the bustle of Trollies and people fled the beach city streets, there stood a cliff with a grand hotel with a view of the ocean. Standing in front of it all was Tiffany, who was 135 white pearls graced her neck in the finest of french fabrics as her hair was in the Gibson girl, styled with an emerald jeweled comb.

 "Well, mother, I made it..." Tiffany mumbled as she walked across the bustling streets towards the hotel. 

"Wait, Tiff, we know this story we were there..." David smirked, keeping the drying compress on her forehead,

"You only know some of it, Mr. David...  and besides, Angelica never heard it ..." she looked over towards her sister as she laughed. 

"Where was I?"  

"1906." Angelica smiled, "The era of romance!" her doe eyes sparkling, "Eh, the era of cowboys... and the earthquake ..." Jasper shivered while Tiffany waited while watching the two love birds converse. "Well... I remember coming out of my carriage. It was a Winston motor carriage, to be exact." Tiffany smiled, her eyes looking over at Stewart whose hands were shaking behind the wheel, sure she could have just flown in, but Tiffany was more for the dramatic flare of humanity.  "Are we there yet..." Stewart mumbled, 

"I should be asking you that non?" Tiffany asked, sitting in the passenger seat as her luggage sat in the back. Sunny California had seemed like the place for her. It was new and a bit dusty, but it was a gold mine, and it would soon be hers.

 There were trains and riverboats, the advancements of the new world, and there sat Tiffany and Stewart in the middle of it.  The feather of her hat flowing in the breeze as Stewart parked the carriage, children running by while men tipped their hats to Tiffany.  "Stewart être un cher and get my bags, please..."  she asked, Stewart, grumbled, pulling out the large duffle bags of dresses and hat boxes, wishing that Dracula hadn't let her go to Paris for a shopping spree.

"I'm glad that you could make it, Mrs. Monroe..." Max said, nearly making the younger woman jump. "Ms. Monroe... Mrs. Monroe was my mother," she said as Max took her by the hand, leading her towards the main street of what would one day be the boardwalk. Tiffany couldn't help but imagine all the summer events one could get into, from the waves of the beach to the romantic sea air even Stewart was impressed. 

"I think this is it..." he lugged everything onto the luggage cart. There stood Tiffany in the middle of the lobby, watching as patrons went by, some human and others looking for sanctuary. Tiffany could hear Stewarts' heart stop when she saw his eyes focused on a pretty well dressed curly-haired blond, 

"Parle lui maintenant..."

"Tiffany non... what if he doesn't isn't ..."

"Isn't what..." Tiffany got closer to the brunette.

"Balancer dans l'autre sens..."

"I don't know he's swinging his eyes your way..." she laughed, pushing him over to the guy. 

"Good luck, mon amie!"

"Wait... Wait, You played matchmaker for Stewart and me?" Marko asked, "No fucking way!" Tiffany let out a gut-wrenching laugh, "Actually, you're the reason he wanted to turn..." she smirked, "But we'll get to that eventually ..." she smiled.

 "You are how Armand and Lestat described you..." 

"All good things, I do hope..." Tiffany chuckled as she walked towards Vlad, Dracula's older brother.

" A splitting image of frumuseţe itself."  His thick Romanian accent made her laugh a bit, reminding her of the man she'd never return to,

 "Perhaps you'd like to meet the others..." 

"Others?" 

"Like us."

Tiffany only laughed as she then blinked, "You mean ..."  she watched as he nodded, Clare de Lune playing in the background while Tiffany stared at Vlad, almost identical to his younger sibling. All he was missing was the cloak.

 "Well, at least let me change into something more formal." she nearly screeched at the idea of being seen in high society in her traveling attire. "Dwayne, come..." Vlad gestured the dark-haired vampire over. Tiffany's eyes had nearly dilated as both Max and Vlad talked about their dinner plans.  "I bet gals are always all over you huh," Tiffany moved a loose curly strand of hair from her face twirling it around her finger, her brown cheeks flustering up from a blush. "Some do." he winked, "Is that so..." she smirked, pulling on her right glove, her thumb a bit exposed,

"Hey, Dwayne!"  he turned around to see his brother behind him, "The guys need your help..." 

"With..."

"Well, paul stole a lady's necklace... and "

"To your room Ms. Monroe..." Stewart joked, watching in the gaze of the woman's eyes. 

"Stewart, do you think this will do..." Tiffany asked as she held up a beaded black evening gown, "Or perhaps it's too formal, non?'' She mumbled, pacing back and forth in the spacious room. Stewart laughed at the woman as he helped her tie her corset, his heart still set on the man he met earlier, "Why not make an entrance. It is what you do best." He watched t as Tiffany puffed out her cheeks, "But I want to blend in ... and, You are still human, so surprise me." she frailed her hands up, "Until tonight..." he mumbled, helping her with the beaded gown. "What do you mean not for long..." Tiffany shot her head up

"You look stunning, madame. " Stewart smiled, trying to change the subject, "Ribbon, Pompadour, or perhaps the Gibson ?" he asked. 

"They're all my best looks, Stewart, but why not... is this about the mystery man..." She poked fun at her familiar "It's not about him besides... you haven't been in love for over a hundred years an-" 

"Ah-ha..." 

"What..." 

"I never asked if you loved him." 

"And I never asked about what was his name... oh right! Dwayne." 

Standing in the grand ballroom were Vlad, Max, and the most youthful-looking boys she had ever seen. Three with golden hair and the one from earlier. " Boys, This is Lady Tiffany Monroe, the pearl of Orleans." he introduced her as she tipped her black feathered hat to the boys, her fan hanging and closed from her left hand. "Salutations, and please call me Tiffany," she suggested as she walked down the stairs, Stewart standing next to her, " Well, introduce yourselves..." Vlad nudged his newly turned Vampires, "They're a bit shy..." 

"I was shy myself when I first turned ." she laughed, playing on the nature of the two as she walked towards Dwayne and his brother. She could smell the disparity of them all. They were lost boys orphans in different ways, "That's Dwayne; he's not much of a talker. I'm his brother Jasper." the young boy smiled.

 Tiffany laughed a bit as she looked at Jasper, "Well, sometimes few words are better than a mouthful." she glanced at Dwayne and winked her fan in front of her face.  

Her eyes then caught on towards two playful blondes clearing her throat as Tiffany approached them, first the taller one, he was covered in a bit of dirt and looked to be around 18, gesturing to shake his hand, Tiffany watched him flinch, 

which told her a bit about him, wavering trust she knew that all too well from her previous upbringing and engagement.

"I'm not going to hurt you at all."  she placed a hand on top of her heart, noticing the dangling necklace from earlier.  "So tell me, what's your name?" 

"Paul Campbell." he gave her a grin, "And the short one over there is Marko."  She watched as Marko rolled his eyes, doll-like features but chaos behind his eyes. She could see why Stewart was so smitten with him, " Trying to rescue us or somethin..." Marko nearly spat, annoyed by her presence.  

"I don't even know why I'm here." she shrugged as she then saw from the corner of her eyes caught the stare of icy blue eyes looking towards her way, " Who's he..." her breath hitched, 

"That's David, but if you're interested, don't be..."  Jasper whispered, 

"And why not..." 

"He's in love with Anastasia ..."  the four all said in unison in annoyed tones, "He must talk about her a lot, huh," she asked, watching as they nodded. 

"Anastasia's so pretty... stars even outshine her..." Paul mocked him, 

"Hey! she was pretty..." David pushed him off the couch, 

"Chill, man: I'm just joking..." Paul hit him back as Tiffany shook her head. 

"David Paul cut it out..." Tiffany glared at them both, a dry cough escaping her.  

"What happened next, Tiff..." Angelica whispered. 

"She talked to David," Jasper answered.

"Stewart, don't wait up for me..." her dark brown hair tied up in a ribbon,  "Are you going out to feed ..." he asked, his eyes adjusting to his new powers. 

"Ah, no. "  she smiled, her dressing robe trailing behind her. Laying on the restaurant floor were David and Marko, who seemed to be bumbling like an idiot about his lover Anastasia, "It's bullshit..."  David grumbled, "She's not gonna want a guy like me..."  

"I mean, you can't shoot for shit, and you can't even die with her." he shrugged, "Pretty useless if you ask me." he began to laugh until the candles around them thinned out,

  "Mind if I join you, men..." Tiffany asked, standing in the doorway, "As a woman myself, I'd say if she loves you, she won't care what you can't or can do..."  Marko only looked over his shoulder as he blushed, "And you are..."  David asked.

"Tiffany,  you seem to be a bit in a bunch about this girl," she said, laying out on the floor,

 "She's perfect, rich, perfect ..." he sighed, moving a hair from his face, "Sounds like utter shit... " Tiffany laughed. David looked at her, shocked at her use of swears, something he had never heard a woman such as herself use. "I mean... rich and perfect could mean the taste of a chuck steak... for Christ sakes... but when you're dead, you fall for the soul..." her eyes looking up at the ceiling, "Passion... sensuality ... But I wouldn't know anything about that !" she turned to look at David.

 "I guess your right Darlin..."  he laughed, "Smoke?" he asked, pulling a cigarette from out his pocket. Taking the cigarette, Tiffany inhaled as her eyes watered a bit, laughing as she coughed in between, 

"It's inhaled then exhaled."  he smirked, "Got a last name, Darlin."

"Monroe and you..." she leaned in close.

"Har-"

"Ms. Monroe, a letter from Dracula..." Max smirked 

"Then what happened..." The boys asked as Tiffany swooned, "I fell in love with two amazing men... I broke off my engagement to Dracula, and I've been lost in the shadows ever since."

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Blood Lust Part 2

Word count : 1,980

Warning : Language, angst, hints of abuse, 

A/N : Part 2 to Blood Lust with a bit of background on Tiffany and Dracula’s relationship, I was watching the BBC series and got inspired so I hope you all enjoy it!

"I must be hallucinating ..." Tiffany mumbled under her breath, watching as her sister walked over with Jasper. Tiffany remembered him dying just as she remembered other parts of her past. Tiffany's temperature kept rising higher as Angelica stood by Marko's side, still wary of him. "I assure you, Tiff, I'm not a hallucination..." Jasper walked over, noticing how her eyes went from their usual brown into red, from the flame's light around her. "I wouldn't get too close..." Dwayne whispered to his brother Jasper, chuckled, 

"Oh sure, what's she gonna do, cough, on me..." 

"It's possible..." Angelica mumbled, 

"Or you could catch her vampire cooties..." Marko laughed as Dwayne flicked him in the ear. Tiffany let out a soul-rattling cough as she then turned over on the couch, falling asleep her black matted sweat-covered curls spilled over onto the armrest, 

"Isn't she cute when she's asleep?" Paul laughed, poking her cheek.

"Paul..." David's cold tone rang over. Like the boys, Jasper and Angelica waited around until Tiffany had decided to wake up and; blubber on about some actual hallucination like "Dracula..."  her soft sickening voice whispered, arm dangling from the couch as drool fell from her dehydrated lips. " Dracula, stop it..."  she laughed as David popped his head up, a look of jealous rage. Marko, Paul, and Dwayne had all looked in her direction, hoping she wouldn't utter that name again. After all, their memory of Dracula wasn't too fond. 

" Dracula..."  Tiffany mumbled, David stroking her hair while Jasper listened to her mumbling, her hands twitched, pulling away from Dwayne's touch, almost as if she were having a nightmare. 

" I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!" Tiffany jolted up from her slumber, her breathing heavy as she was in a coughing frenzy. "Marko..., Angie, blood..." David commanded, watching the two scrambling to find the bottle. 

" What was that about kitten..."

"N...Nothing..." Tiffany shivered, wrapped in Stars Blanket. 

"Then why were you saying Dracula's name..." Dwayne questioned. Tiffany looked between the two vampires, a bit shocked, "I... don't know what you mean..." she replied, 

"Kitten, don't play dumb..." David smirked, 

"It's nothing... r..really." 

"Hey, what's this?" Angelica asked, holding up a garnet cluster ring as Marko poured the blood down Tiffany's throat. "Put that down!!" She pushed Marko away, moving him with the bit of strength coming back. 

" No, tell us what it is..."

"It's a ring." Tiffany snarked, 

"We fucking know that..." Paul rolled his eyes, 

"But who's ring," 

"MINE..." she nearly screamed, "And how did you find I thought I destroyed it..." she looked at the ring, "The significant bound to the prince of vampires..." 

"Bound." Marko laughed,

"Wait, you could have been Queen of the vampires?"

"That's an entirely different person named Akasha... But thanks for trying Paul." she giggled, still in a feverish bliss. 

"So a princess then." Angelica gleamed.

"You could say..." her hand rubbing her arm, "By force..." 

"What do you mean by force, babe..." Dwayne held her hand, 

"I was but a poupée a marionetă ... a toy if you will..." she waved her fingers around, "You see, it was 1889 Transylvania ... a ball..." she swooned, 

The string quartet had begun to play the waltz women and men alike, dancing in the castles grand ballroom each, covered in pearls, diamonds, and titles, gowns from France, and gossip from all over. A 118-year-old Tiffany stood by the gothic steps dressed in pink silk, her raven hair pinned into curls, her golden locket swaying her neck. Fatima, who was on her right, held a glass of "wine" in her hand as Stewart only watched in awe. He had a feeling he was the only mortal thing there. 

"I'm bored..." Tiffany yawned, "And I don't see why I'm here..." she mumbled, as both her patrons were taking in the festivities. A pair of eyes had been watching her from the stairwell as if peering into her nonexistent soul. Chills running down her spine, a hand gesturing out towards her "Dansezi bine?" the voice asked, a thick European accent attached to a tall, dark aristocratic man.

"Je ne comprends pas?" Tiffany looked up at him,

"Est-ce que tu danses bien ma mariée?" He laughed, leading her to the dance floor. "Your bride..." she looked at him agape. Bodies pressed together engaged in a candle-lit waltz.

 Taking her wrist, he pressed a kiss, teeth grazing the soft subtle skin under as he took a bite from her flesh, her blood dripping from the side of his mouth, " You are as beautiful as they say..." he whispered the hair on her back standing up, "Pure... breed vampire but a different taste... why." he asked, dipping the young woman, a confused look on her face, 

"Well, I - I'm different." she said, trying not to tremble in his presence, "Who are you and why am I here..." she asked, as he shook his head, 

"Fatima... my beautiful creation... forgot to tell you..." he sighed, 

"Tell me what..." her wrist pressed against his white tuxedo vest-covered chest, his cloak moving swiftly. "You'll learn later." he smiled, his fangs peering from his plump lips. " As for who I am... my beloved..." he chuckled,

"I am Count Dracula..." 

"The prince of..."

"Vampires." he took her by the hand, tilting her wrist over, "You heal quickly..." Dracula said under his breath, a bit shocked at whatever mutation of vampire she was, "I'm impressed ..." he smiled, walking her towards the balcony of the castle. The moonlight radiated from dark velvet drapes as the two had stood looking over the beautiful mountains and scenery from the view of the castle. Tiffany looked in amazement, for it had been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her undead life. "This could all be yours..." he smiled, placing his hand under her chin, slyly looking for the marks of her sire.

"What did you say, Tiff..." Paul asked, resting his chin on his hand. Tiffany laughed, readjusting herself on the couch, her body still a bit achy, "Well, I looked at Dracula... " she looked up at Dwayne, " And I said..." 

" That's completely insane..." Tiffany chuckled, "I wouldn't know the first thing of taking care of such land." Dracula smiled, feeling a twinge in the place where a beating heart would be, "If you'll excuse me, I should get back to the ball..." the young vampire mumbled, walking away as the train of her ball gown dragged behind her Dracula reached out his hand almost as if casting a spell to get her to come back to him. Taking her lips as his own, he soon watched as her eyes closed while her hand reached out the other wrapped around the taller man's body. Her breath shaky, everything going black. 

"So wait, Dracula kisses you, and you blackout?" Jasper cackled. Tiffany glared at the younger brunette rolling her eyes, "A vampire's kiss is like opium to humans, but for a vampire, it can be a sedative... " she sighed, "A memory blocker really..." her hands shaking as sweat began to build upon her forehead again, 

" Then what happened..." David asked, gritting his teeth, aggravated,

 "Well, I remember waking up, and there was a blood feast..." she scratched her head, " Dressed in crimson and, there was a feather in my hair." she reached into her curls almost as if it were there.  

"Iubit, are you not hungry..." he tilted the cup to her mouth, noticing as she pushed it away. Surrounding them were Stewart, Fatima, and many vampires of the court of Dracula Liru, who all had their eyes on "Tiffany..." Dracula asked as she shook her head, "Terribly sorry my head was elsewhere..." She took the crystal glass from him, feeling him infiltrating her thoughts. 

"A toast!" Fatima stood, "To the union of the courts..." she nearly shouted, the rest of the vampires drinking blood Tiffany flowing suit as Dracula fed her blood from his cup, much like a newlywed couple does with cake slices.  

"To us... " he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck, listening as Tiffany drew back a gasp, her eyes closed as her body went limp. 

"If you excuse us, we must retire..."  

"So wait, you two..." 

"Dwayne, sweetie, I honestly don't fully remember..." She flopped over David's lap as Paul began braiding her hair, "Darling if you don't wanna tell us..." David glared at Dwayne, "Then don't..." he puffed his cheeks, becoming a bit of a spoiled brat. "I generally don't remember all of it... it felt like a fuzzy dream." she held onto her neck and then her hair, back to her arms. The burning sensation of his hands coming back to light on her skin. "But I do remember that morning..." she said in a somber tone of voice, 

"The sun was shining from the balcony wrapped in Egyptian cotton sheets..." she swooned, "The one time I ever truly loved that man was when he was asleep..." she giggled. Tiffany stood there basking in the Transylvanian sun, the colors of the sunrise kissing her ever-so-cold skin. Traces from the night before lingered on her skin, Tiffany couldn't recall what happened, but in the words of Fatima, it was something extraordinary that happened, a bond between creatures of the night and walkers of the day. 

 Noticing something glistening on her finger Tiffany looked down to find that there was a ring, three clusters of garnet surrounded by pure gold, "Where did that come from..." she mumbled, walking back into the dark curtain covered room, a large shadow in the corner opened its eyes,

Red reflecting from the shadow causing Tiffany to look over, "You walk in the day..." He questioned, staying in the dark of the room, "I feel her sweet rays and can never burn." she smirked, looking at the vampire before her, dressed in his robe. "However you feel the coldness of night and can never love..." she walked behind the dressing divider getting herself prepared for the day, 

" I think in due time, you'll accept our engagement, and you'll learn to care about me as much as I care about you." he followed behind her, lacing her corset, his hand resting on her thigh a gentle squeeze from his long nails. 

"I would much rather hold my breath than love you..." she laughed, pushing him down by his amulet and into the chair. Sitting in his lap, Tiffany threw her head back, her arms wrapped around his neck, "Surely you don't mean that..." he hissed, the grip around her neck like a lion set to kill, 

"If you so think of killing me, I will bite you like a mosquito on the breast of a prostitute..." she laughed, biting his ear lobe, "With no mercy whatsoever..."  

"You wouldn't do that to the man you love..." he smirked,

"Funny you say love as if you mean it..." she laughed, her sharp nails under his throat ready to rip it out from under him, "Because I do..." 

"When you get done with me, you'll throw me in a box like your brides.., you'll take me apart to see what makes my kind tick... or worse ..." she stood up, putting on her bustle. "You'll give me to some sire," She gulped. Dracula only looked at her watching the power that she had before her, reading minds just as if it were pages in a book to her. That was something he could only do by drinking blood for blood was life, and he had to have all of it.  

"Well, did he..." Jasper asked

"Did he what..." 

"Give you to a sire..." Angelica asked, 

"Well, let's just say there was a reason Max taunted me so much," Tiffany grumbled,

 "If you'll excuse me, I'm tired, and that's a story for another time." she giggled. 

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Beauty Has Her Ways (Sam x OC

Word Count:  1,131

Warnings : None

A/N: I’m back in business  baby with a New character ! Angelica Monroe!

"Come here often?" a young curly-haired girl asked, Sam who was still looking at the menu of Santa Carla's renowned Soda shop, looked up from his menu to get a glance at the waitress. She looked to be around his age and was probably working a summer job. "I've only been here for about three months," he responded, "And you..." "I've lived here all my life ..."  the young waitress sighed, "You get used to it, the Surf Nazi's and The Lost Boys, and the Tiger Lily's ." she laughed, one that was familiar to Michaels friend Tiffany. "But, anyway, can I get you anything..." she asked, her batman scrunchies keeping her hair together. "Uh... a coke and... whatever you got that's good on the menu." he smiled, watching her write down the order on her notepad. He took into account her every detail, the big important one that she wasn't a bloodsucker, not that he had anything against vampires. But he was tired of meeting so many of them. "I'll be back with that order." she smiled, walking away. Sam only sat there daydreaming away until he felt the cushions of the booth he was sitting in starting to shift.  But Sam still had his eyes on her, the waitress with Batman scrunchies. As the boys around him picked up menu's Michael followed his gaze.

"Why don't you talk to her..." "And then what she rejects me..." he laughed, "I don't even know her name!?"  he whispered, watching as she walked back to the table. "One coke and..." Her eyes on the rest of the boys sitting next to him. As she almost dropped the grilled cheese sandwich, David caught the plate handing it to Sam. A nod as he only watched her shocked expression. "Cat got your tongue." "Leave her alone, Marko..." David glared over at him. "But she's so cute..." Paul waved at her. As Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Hey, knock it off!" Sam shouted, "Forgive them. They can be dumb sometimes." he said to the waitress.

"It's fine... Oh, I gotta go, my shift ends soon..." she said, looking up at the clock. "See you around, Sam." she began walking off,

"See you around..." "Angelica, Angelica Monroe."

The Boardwalk lights were all out, and Angelica was standing alone. Her palms were sweaty as she began to walk back home. She could feel that someone was following her. She didn't know who the sound of a motorcycle revved up as it pulled up next to her, "Need a ride?" "What are you..." Angelica asked, looking at David, who was between draining her or saving her from anything else that might want to harm her. "Someone who has the answer to your question..." he winked,

"You wanna know about your sister..." "My parents told me she was-" "Dead," Dwayne responded from the shadows. "Funny, she said the same about them..." Paul growled. Angelica looked around, trying to find ways to escape, "Just leave me alone I'm only 15! I don't wanna die yet!" she exclaimed, "We're not going to hurt you...We want to help." David glanced at her, "Besides, she'd kill us if we harmed you..." "That's if she finds out about you." Marko laughed, ready to sink his teeth into what he'd hope to be his meal. As Angelica ran off, David punched Marko in the arm.

"Nice going..."

Angelica ran as fast as she could before she had bumped into someone. "Thank God I found you, Sam..." she said, nearly out of breath as he held her hand, "Hey... It's okay..." he looked at Michael, gesturing him to leave. "Are you okay... what happened." "I... I-I don't know I ... can I stay with you guys... " "I don't think your parents would like that bu-" "It'll be fine."

As it got later in the night, Angelica peaked down to look at Sam, who was in a sleeping bag. Of course, she called her parents to let them know she was staying with a friend, but Angelica was still wary of the fact that the infamous Lost Boys knew who she was. Tossing to the other side of Sam's bed, she couldn't help but notice two things. There was a taxidermy Beaver by his beside and two his love for comic books. "Hey, Sam... " she whispered, watching as his eyes opened, "Hmm..." he looked back at her, his vision a bit blurry. "I can't sleep..."  she grumbled, " Wanna talk about it..." he began patting a spot next to him. Angelica nodded as she sat next to him. "Well, can we talk about something else..." "Yeah, anything..." "Superman." She smirked. Sam laughed as if she were joking but seeing the sheer look of enjoyment. She wasn't. "I mean, Lois Lane is a cool character but like..." "She just kinda pushes Clark around if you ask me..."  Angelica began to yawn, "But if we wanna talk about couples Catwoman and Batman. Although and you may quote me on this." Sam looked at her in amazement. The night was slowly becoming the daytime. Sam, who had just fallen asleep, had his head resting on Angelica's as the two shared his sleeping bag. Michael, who peeped his head in, laughed as he was on his way to the record store.

"Mornin Tiff..." "Morning, Michael," She smirked, placing a few records in his hand, "We got a new shipment!" Tiffany said with a bit of pep, something that was usually rare for her in the mornings. "What's got you so happy..." he asked, noticing her bright, vibrant smile. "The boys have a surprise for me." she shrugged, her lime green sweater and high-waisted pants on.

"Good for you, Tiff."

"Hey, Monroe, hurry up with those orders!" The chef shouted, watching as Angelica paced around the Soda shop sat Sam drinking a milkshake that she specially made for him.  

"Couldn't stay away from your girlfriend huh," Michael nudged him. "Aren't you supposed to be at work, doofus..." "Tiffany, let me out early." He laughed,

"Hey, you think I could take Angelica to the cave tonight?"

"I don't see why not..." Michael shrugged.

"Are you sure about this..." Angelica said, walking through the cave, "Trust me, it's pretty cool..." Sam said, leading her down towards the commons. Angelica only clung tighter to San as she heard someone come behind her. "We've been expecting you..." "Stand back!" she made a cross with her fingers at David as she shook her hands, a burning sensation running through her. "What did you do to me..." she whispered.

"Nothing, you're half of us ... half of..." "Who's this kid..." Tiffany looked at her, as her eyes then went wide from her scent. Another part of her that she knew nothing about,

"Are you my..."

"Sister..."

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Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

What is your character's best trait? How has this trait affected their interpersonal relationships? Are they aware of this trait?

Tiffany's best trait is ger passion, however sometimes she get a bit over passionate to the point that she'll end up in arguments with her friends and loved ones. Tiffany isn't aware of that trait and sometimes she acts as if it doesn't exist.

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Youth (OC Character)

Wordcount: 635

Warning : Angst 

A/N: so this is my first Lost Boys fic with my new character Tiffany Monroe I wanted to write something to test out her Personality so I hope you guys like it! this idea was made possible by @a-supernatural-writer​

Translations :  Ma chérie s'il te plait arrête cette folie = My darling please stop this madness

Hé, tête de merde =  Hey, shit head

douleur dans mon cul est de retour = pain in my ass is back

Tiffany sat in Laddie's nest as she sang him a lullaby that she sang to a golden curly-haired girl that she once knew: The boys and Star, however, had been out hunting, and since Laddie was so small, Tiffany promised to stay with him. Watching as he fell asleep, she noticed all the toys surrounding him that Max gave him out of guilt for turning a 6-year old into a vampire. Brushing his golden hair from his face, it reminded her of,

"Claudia ... you don't mean that..." Tiffany sighed: what as her heart broke when she heard the young vampire's cries of how much she hated Louis and Lestat.  Her already pale brown skin grew lighter from every shriek and scream. From Lestat taunting her about never growing up to her cutting her curls, " Ma chérie s'il te plait arrête cette folie." Tiffany asked as she stood next to Claudia. 

"Why would you care... you're a part of them too..."  

"Because I want to understand you..." 

"Have you seen the boys..." Max asked, dismissing how Laddie had been fast asleep or the fact there was a tear in Tiffany's eyes. To say that she liked max was an understatement of her icy glare towards him. Tiffany tolerated him, but most importantly, got on his nerves.  "What's it to you ..." she rolled her eyes, lightning bolt earrings dangling from her ear. 

"Show some respect, young lady..."  Max growled, placing his hand under her chin: she knew that if the boys had seen him do that, they'd have gone feral. "I'm 199 years old... so piss off..." she flashed her fangs: as she went back to tending to Laddie, who tossed and turned. "It's okay, I'm here..." she said, as Max placed another dinosaur plushie down next to him. Dark brown eyes looked up while wisps of curly black hair followed suit to fly out of her face.

 " You can buy him all the gifts in the world... but it won't make him hate you, it'll only..." 

"What do you know about children." he snarled. 

"I raised a child that wasn't mine... I  couldn't save her. " a flash of her curls ran across her mind, "Louis couldn't save her..." her head hung low, " Not even whatever god out there could save her..." clinging onto Laddie's hand Tiffany looked up at Max rage and regret in her eyes "I will not let you take of him what Lestat took of her..." 

"And what’s that." 

" His childhood." Tiffany sighed, "Children aren't weapons for murder." she stood up, walking towards the main floor of the cave: she could hear her beloved boys coming back from their hunt. The scent of both David and Dwayne driving her wild. Chinese takeout food was under the arms of Star while Paul was already trying through to the wonton soup.  

"HEY TIF WHERE ARE YA!" Marko shouted from the top of his lungs. 

"Hé, la tête de merde! cut it out Laddie's sleep." Tiffany punched Marko in the arm. Both David and Dwayne walked in as they could feel the pain of memories that Tiffany had, the two wanted to pry, but of course, they knew it was better to wait. 

"Kitten, you okay," he asked, putting out his cigarette giving her a quick feverish kiss.

"What makes you ask that," she mumbled, watching as Max walked out. " Seems the douleur dans mon cul est de retour..."  watching as the boys gave dopey grins at her french. Tiffany wanted nothing more than to uppercut Max into the sun, and yet Marko knew she'd actually do it. 

 "You'll consider it one day dear..." Max said as he walked out of the cave "We'll be a family..." he said in a sing-song tone.

"When you burn in hell..." 

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So I may or may not have made a The Lost Boys OC....

Anyways meet Tiffany Monroe I’m still trying to figure out her backstory but hey stop by and ask questions!

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When I First Met You

Word count : 1, 235 

Warning : Language

A/N : 1906 Lost Boys and  Tiffany my oc 

Santa Carla 1906, the mundane capital of the world, was what they called it. As the bustle of Trollies and people fled the beach city streets, there stood on a cliff a grand hotel with a view of the ocean. Standing in front of it all was Tiffany, who was 135 white pearls graced her neck in the finest of french fabrics as her hair was in the Gibson girl styled with an emerald jeweled comb. "Well, mother, I made it..." Tiffany mumbled as she walked across the bustling streets towards the hotel. 

Tiffany received an invite from Vlad, who by word of mouth (Lestat) knew that she was a vampire longingly looking for sanctuary. "Stewart être un cher and get my bags, please..." Stewart was her familiar. He did her bidding, and most importantly, carried her luggage. As she continued walking, Tiffany couldn't help but imagine all the summer events one could get into, especially on the boardwalk. 

"Ouch!" Tiffany nearly yelped as someone bumped into her "Watch, where you're going..." her eyes then met beautiful brown ones, a tall dark. And handsome stranger apologizing, 

"I'm sorry I didn't see you there, Mrs," he smiled, making her nearly weak in the knees. If that was something: a vampire could even feel. " Ms. Monroe. Mrs. is my mother." she laughed, looking back as she was heading into the hotel, "Stewart, you can put them down now... I'm sure a Bellhop will tend to them."  she smiled as she turned to her mystery muse, but he was no longer there. Her mind began to wonder as the pianist played Clare du Lune. Turning towards the staircase stood Vlad with open arms. He was just like Armand described him charming and not a day over 1448. He had long since left the mustache behind and looked a bit more like Dracula. 

"You are how Armand and Lestat described you..." 

"All good things, I do hope..." Tiffany chuckled as she walked towards him, 

" A splitting image of frumuseţe itself."  His thick Romanian accent made her laugh a bit. "Perhaps you'd like to meet the others..." 

"Others?" 

"Like us."

Tiffany only laughed as she then blinked, "You mean ..."  she watched as he nodded, "Well, at least let me change into something more formal!" she nearly screeched at the idea of being seen in high society in her traveling attire. 

"Stewart, do you think this will do..." Tiffany asked as she held up a beaded black evening gown, "Perhaps it's too formal, non?" 

Stewart laughed at the woman as he helped her tie her corset,  "Why not make an entrance. It is what you do best." he watched as Tiffany puffed out her cheeks, "But I want to blend in ... and You are still human so surprise me." she frailed her hands up as he put her black and whited beaded lace dress over her head. 

"You look stunning, madame. " Stewart smiled,

"Ribbon, Pompadour, or perhaps the Gibson ?" she asked. 

"They're all your best looks, madame, but why not... is this about the mystery man..." he poked fun at his mistress. "It's not about him besides I haven't been in love for over a hundred years an-" 

"Ah-ha..." 

"What..." 

"I never asked if you loved him." 

Standing in the lobby was Vlad and the most youthful-looking boys she had ever seen. Three with golden hair and the one from earlier. " Boys, This is Lady Tiffany Monroe, the pearl of Orleans." he introduced her as she tipped her black feathered hat. "Salutations, and please call me Tiffany," she suggested as she walked down the stairs and under the chandelier, Her brown skin only glowing under it much like an angel, " Well, introduce yourselves..." Vlad nudged his newly turned Vampires. "They're a bit shy..." 

"I was shy myself when I first turned myself." she laughed as she walked towards the one vampire she had met earlier. 

"I didn't quite get your name Mr. ?"

"That's Dwayne; he's not much of a talker. I'm his brother Jasper." the young boy smiled. Tiffany laughed a bit as she looked at Jasper, "Well, sometimes few words are better than a mouthful." she glanced at Dwayne and winked,

 her eyes then caught on towards two playful blondes clearing her throat as Tiffany approached them, first the taller one, he was covered in a bit of dirt and looked to be around 18, gesturing to shake his hand, Tiffany watched him flinch, which told her a bit about him, wavering trust she knew that all to well from her previous upbringing, 

"I'm not going to hurt you at all."  she placed a hand on top of his, 

"So tell me, what's your name?" 

"Paul Campbell." he gave her a grin, "And the short one over there is Marko."  She watched as Marko rolled his eyes, doll-like features but chaos behind his eyes. 

"Trying to rescue us or somethin..." Marko nearly spat, annoyed 

"I don't even know why I'm here." she shrugged as she then saw from the corner of her eyes caught the stare of icy blue eyes looking towards her way, "And who's he..." her breath hitched, "That's David Hardy, but if you're interested don't be..."  Jasper whispered, 

"And why not..." 

"He's in love with Anastasia ..."  the four all said in unison in annoyed tones, "He must talk about her a lot, huh," she asked, watching as they nodded. Vlad only smiled as he watched how Tiffany had found small ways to bond with the boys.  All except one,

"Stewart, don't wait up for me..." her dark brown hair tied up in a ribbon as she was in her nightgown and dressing robe. "Are you going out to feed ..." he asked, a bit sleepy, 

"Ah no. " 

Laying on the restaurant floor were David and Marko, who seemed to be bumbling like an idiot about his lover, "It's shit..."  David grumbled, "She's not gonna want a guy like me..." 

"I mean, you can't shoot for shit, and you can't even die with her." he shrugged, "Pretty useless."  

"Mind if I join you, men..." Tiffany asked as she stood in the doorway, "As a woman myself, I'd say if she loves you, she won't care what you can't or can do..."  Marko only looked as he blushed,

 "And you are..."  David asked

"Tiffany, and you seem to be a bit in a bunch about this girl," she said, laying out on the floor,

 "She's perfect, rich, perfect ..." 

"Sounds like utter shit... " Tiffany laughed. David looked at her, shocked at her use of swears, something he had never heard a woman such as herself use. " I'll let you two continue..." she smiled, 

Santa Carla 1987, the murder capital of the world, was what they called it. As the bustle of motorcycles and people fled the beach city streets, there stood on a cliff the remains of a hotel that had the view of the ocean. Standing in front of it all was Tiffany, her locket around her neck dressed in the finest leather and her signature black beaded corset. 

"David! Paul, Marko!" she shouted, "We're going to be late!" she sighed, standing next to her dark pink motorcycle with Dwayne beside her. "I took off work for this concert, and Star and Laddie already beat us there to it, now come on!"