#x. darling i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream | [ MUSE :: ALEXANDRIA ]

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@naturesloopholed 

                                                                    she was not supposed to be doing this. she was not allowed. it had been clear from the jump that the winchester twins were not entirely human, but exactly what that would entail did not become clear until some time passed. it started with moving objects, sudden burst of energy manifested as electricity either short-circuiting or light bulbs illuminating so hotly that they would explode, then came the ability to fling demons any which way they wanted - just demons, though. finally, came the unbearable thirst which manifested from a place they were aware of, but only subconsciously. what neither of them knew was that their mother had consumed demon blood during the pregnancy, having had to do so in order to stop the incredibly sick feelings she had. the longer they satiated the thirst, the more powerful they became; and was in this power that the girls realized just truly what they were capable of. that night, alexandria had captured a demon - fully prepared to exorcise it, with her mind. and she did, successfully, do so but it was surely not without consequence. her head was pounding, unbearably so. groaning, she crouched down as anastasia made quick work of taking the former host of said demon to the hospital. samantha had made a huge mistake in being too honest about her past, and this was the result. letting out an uneasy breath, the initial waves of the headache started to fade, and in its place, her nose began to bleed. just as she discovered this, she saw none other than her doppelganger, hope.  what was she doing there?    “ -- hope, “ a brief pause as she wipes her nose.    “   ... look, i can explain...  “ 

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@naturesloopholed 

                                                 well, there are two things for certain here. firstly, the junior huntress was absolutely baffled. secondly, she was not too terribly amused. it was enough to have a twin whom thankfully did not share her face, but this !!! she was staring down a girl who looked exactly like her. how was this happening? her eyes were as wide as saucers. her brows were risen high. her mouth hung agape. rapidly, her brain goes through the countless amount of lore now stowed away in her mind thanks to her mother’s due diligence. instantly the words shape-shifter, doppelganger, and the all too dreaded leviathan come to mind but that’s when it hit her. 

                                                                      her mother.                                                 she recalled a story she had told her of a girl named hope, and how sam oddly resembled the girl’s mother - hayley marshall. the story probably would have never been told to her had alexandria not grown up to be a spitting image of hope. the silver blade in her hand waivers, finding itself down by her side. though, she dare not holster it just in case. her daddy had always taught her to shoot first, ask questions later and her mother had shown her that empathy piece. this was the result of those two teachings, a middle ground. 

                                                                            “ -- is your name Hope? “

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@gabrielthemessanger 

                                             THIS LIFE AIN’T A GOOD ONE FOR CHILDREN ;    and the winchesters had tried rather valiantly to keep the girls away from it for as long as possible, but it was when they hit the age of ten that such efforts grew futile. curious minds and courageous hearts led them to be no different than their mother and father, after all. five years down the line, and they were becoming quite skillful - more so than sam, dean, or anyone could have imagined. fingertips traipse across the spines of books before alexandria settled on a piece of lore to study. she insisted that she be able to partake in this hunt, which proved to be particularly challenging; and she was not only one hundred percent willing to fight, but to study as well. she liked knowing what she was dealing with prior to charging head first into battle - if she could help it. blue hues dart upward from the pages she had just started reading at the sudden appearance of gabriel. she offered him a kind smile, head tilting ever so slightly. she could not help but to wonder exactly what brought him there.   “   -- hey, gabriel ...  “     a pause, brief as she breathed a laugh.  “  ... you ever hear of knocking? or, you know, doors? “   of course, she’s only teasing and would actually find it quite odd if he were to ever come in through the front door.  shaking her head, she walks past him, towards the desk which was piled with books already. setting it down, she leaned up against it, giving him her full attention.    “   -- so, what’s up?   “  

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@theoneswithoutpacks FOUND THE TWINCHESTERS!!! 

                                                            “ -- daddy, “  a soft voice murmured out into the otherwise still night air of the winchesters’ home, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she gazed up at dean’s visage. he was the man of whom she and her sister would always seek refuge, comfort, guidance, and protection. bright blue eyes find him yet again as her small hands leave her face.   “  -- i think i had a nightmare... “ alexandria frowned at the revelation. she truly despised bad dreams, though she was thankful to rarely have them. 

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      ooc; STARTER CALL !!! 

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@bloodraintm FOUND THE TWINCHESTERS !!! 

                                      THIS WAS A BAD TOWN FOR SUCH A PRETTY FACE ;       the junior huntress knew better than to be wandering around on her own, though she failed to heed her father’s warning about not leaving the hotel room by herself. she had never been to mystic falls before, and there was something about this place, something which called to the darkness brewing beneath the veneer of humanity. though she was not part demon, she was not entirely human, either. she, just as her mother before her, had demon blood coursing through her veins, blood of which gave her peculiar and powerful gifts. or were they curses? one could imagine that it was all merely a matter of perception at the end of the day; also it all would come down to how she would put that power to use. would she use it to continue on in her folks’ footsteps of fighting the good fight, or would she perchance channel the dark side just a little too much? it was only a matter of time before she would make that choice. however, tonight was not that night. rather, she would wander throughout the woodlands not too far from where she was staying with her family. blue hues burn bright in the light of the moon as she sensed that she was not alone. sniffing the air, she is almost disappointed when she discovers the lack of a sulfuric aroma. no demons. well, then, what could possibly be out there, lurking about? for just a brief moment, she shuts her eyes to focus her ears, listening to the sound of ripping flesh, of faint, fleeting screams and a whoosh of air. when her eyes open, she stumbled backwards at the sight of a woman covered in blood. inhaling sharply, she managed to pick herself up and pulled out a knife - her only weapon on her person.    “   -- what the hell ???  “   

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There's an angel following you!

X. | ooc; ask alexandria and anastasia stuff!!!

                                                       since day one, the moment the twins had been conceived, there had been factions of both angels and demons who would like nothing more than to see the winchester spawn dead. by the grace of powers greater than their parents, the pair had survived to take their first breaths. however, over the years, that hunt never ceased, and it seemed to be a never-ending battle. that day, the girls were walking down the street when someone, something had called to them, alerting to an angel’s presence. terrified, they turned to look over their shoulders to find that they were in fact being followed, an angel hot on their trail. panicking, they both took off in a sprint, not daring to look back. would their running prove to be futile? yes, of course it would. the angel then suddenly appeared before them, and two sharp, piercing screams filled the air. they were not equipped with the weaponry necessary to defend themselves against an angel of the lord, but they pulled out their knives regardless. they would do their damnedest to destroy the angel, at least it’s vessel; and then, they would return home, let their parents know what had happened. and they would use this as a valuable lesson to not go anywhere without their parents for a while. 

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So, are you part demon?

X. | ooc; ask alexandria and anastasia stuff!!!

                                                 the girls had heard of cambion before, had read bits and pieces of lore about them in the past. however, this would not fit their description at all. rather, they possessed what their mother had once had - demon blood coursing through their veins which gave them power even beyond their own scope of understanding. sure, samantha had gone through the trials, had been purified of it, but it had all happened too late, too late to save her daughters from the same fate she had experienced. frowning, alexandria shook her head. she was not one of those monsters. she would insist on that to her dying breath. she was human. she was a hunter. nothing more, nothing less. there was invariably a part of her which despised the crimson fluid which coursed through her veins, though she would not dare to hate her mother for it, allow it to become a resentment towards her. no, rather she just hated herself. it was easier that way, she reasoned to herself time and time again. 

                                                                                  “   – no,   “   

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@sheroaredlouder [ x ] 

                                                    new orleans was beautiful this time of year. of course, it had its beauty all year round, but then, things were exceptional. festivals abound and jazz music filled the air, singing to alexandria’s soul. on the balcony of her motel room, she watched as people marched along, danced, and drank themselves into a merry oblivion. she found that people, the normies; the ones who did not classify as hunter or monster, were absolutely hilarious when they were intoxicated. this did not mean, however, that she was in any rush to be old enough to so herself. she felt her way of life was making her grow up too quickly already, sometimes; though, she would never dare breathe life into those words, for fear her father and mother would know, and make her retire her weapons, early; at least temporarily. 

                                                       she observed for a while before finally deciding to leave the hotel room. she would not go far, just walk a couple blocks so that she may be apart of it all. her sister elected to stay there, wishing to keep her nose buried in the lore books. she was so much like their mom; then again, sam would always argue they both equally embodied the best and the worst in them. quickly, she descended the staircase, finding elevators to be abhorrent. soon, she finds herself among a truly fantastical crowd; so mystical, mythical in nature. awestruck, she smiled from ear to ear, unable to contain her glee. she watched as musicians, street performers, and locals passed her by, not regarding her more than with simple nods or smiles. that was not what stood out to her. 

                                                       rather, it was a peculiar girl on the other side of bourbon street, who seemed to be watching her; following her. pausing, she watched her for a long moment, and almost instinctively she allowed her hand to traverse to where she stashed her blade. the winchester brood were hunting out a coven of witches, all too eager to shut them down. alexandria was all too aware that retaliation and surveillance that were not merely a possibility, but a probability. she also took into consideration that this could have absolutely nothing to do with their case. it could be a whole other entity entirely, for this city was all too notoriously well known by hunters big and small as a mecca for all things  supernatural. it was a coin toss, but she was not going to take any chances either way. brows furrow as her mouth hangs agape, she shakes her head in stunned disbelief. she dared to not tear her eyes from the stranger, for fear of letting her guard down for even one second too long. she had learned rather quickly what letting your guard down could result in. she was not ready to die, not yet.

                                                      “    -- what the hell?   “             she questioned in the form of a whisper, more to herself and the open air than anyone or anything else. she was then more determined than ever to figure out what exactly was going on here, and wrap up this case. the all too imaginative idea crossed her mind that maybe they would be able to end this in time to enjoy the end of the festivities, and hit the road; back to lebanon. 

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elenaloveablekotsala FOUND THE TWINCHESTERS!!! 

                                                       there is always a touch of darkness where light can be found. this is something alexandria is all too familiar with, for there would always be a touch of it within herself, despite how good she was; death’s touch in an abundance of life. she never understood why she was so drawn to places such as mystic falls. perhaps it was that part of her that was not entirely human, the part she had begun to unlock just a few years prior. the huntress allowed her radiant blue hues to scan over the scenery, an abundance of trees surrounding a cemetery. she had been here once before, a year and a half ago, when her father had the misfortune of teaching her how to dig up, salt, and burn the corpse in order to rid a local residence of a pesky ghost. it was one of their more mundane hunts, she realized upon reflection.

                              mundane, what an interesting word to describe something so macabre. 

                                                        with a breath of a sigh, she enters the gate of the burial grounds, feet careful as they tread the grassy pathway through the headstones. as she walked, she recalled the sweat accumulating on her forehead, dripping down onto the dirt below her feet as she shoveled six feet into the ground with her dad, her mom and sister at the residence warding off the ghost meanwhile with iron and salt. it surely was a strange experience, though not the strangest. her gaze flickers upward, watching as ravens flew overhead. as she observes the creatures, her feet continue forward when all of the sudden, she noticed a brunette sitting before a headstone. her first instinct is to reach for her knife, though she refrained from doing so. instead, her head inclined slightly, a brow twitching questioningly as she observed the girl. 

                                                “   --   you make it a habit to hang out in cemeteries? “ she remarks jokingly, perhaps in poor taste. she should probably have more tact, given she is probably spending time with a deceased loved one. the presumption left her with that realization a little too late.  

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@nephilimtm FOUND THE TWINCHESTERS!!! 

                               one of her favorite things to do was probably one of the most dangerous. of course, being young and full of curiosity, the factor that this could potentially get her hurt someday did not ever cross her mind. alexandria was a wanderer, just as her sister was. it was rare for her to go anywhere without her. being twins, they were often metaphorically joined at the hip. that day, well, it told a different story. as she walked along the well-worn in pathway through the woods, small hands travel across the rough bark of trees. she enjoyed it, thoroughly, that tactile sensation. warm autumn breeze blows through her radiant brown locks, as blue hues which eerily resembled her grandmother’s scanned the terrain. it would be her seventh birthday soon, on good old Halloween. her parents would ever-so-often remark on the irony of it, of their birthday. 

                                             she stopped, dead in her tracks, however, when she takes note of a presence standing a mere ten feet away. there is part of her which called for her to run, to try and get back to the bunker as quickly as she could. perhaps, it was because she could sense the essence contained within him. however, she does not for that huntress deep within, just waiting to be unlocked, would not dare cower or flee.   “   --  are you lost?   “     alex questioned the stranger, taking a few steps towards him. she was so bold, so intrigued. she could not help herself. tiny feet carry her closer, and closer, and closer, until she stood before him, looking up at him.   “    --   who are you?   “