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𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : zaiden & open. 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : town square 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 : 8:20 PM

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 cursed to skulk through the shadows with no choice for repentance — and though zaiden had long since cast aside the desire to appease the deity that had forced him to become one of the monsters that go bump in the night , the dark-haired vampire finds himself lingering at the fringe of the town-square with his head canted to the side in mild curiosity. he can all but taste the salt slicking over mortal flesh , all but hear the steady thrum of blood pounding through veins & capillaries … and though the faintest thread of hunger pangs at his insides , he schools his carnal desire with an expression of passive intrigue.

while most of the patrons crowding the town-square tote candles & crocodile tears to mourn those they had yet to ever know on a personal level. fangs click together ever so slightly & as he parts his lips to speak , even zaiden isn’t certain to whom he’s speaking to. ❛ damn , kinda sad , isn’t it ? ❜ he drawls out as an arm-warmer clad hand lifts to smooth out his bangs. a shoulder lifts slightly in a half-shrug. ❛ how many of the people here actually KNEW dewitt & wyler , �� do you think ? ❜ perhaps it’s callous , but a smug smirk tugs at his lips. ❛ i just got here , so i only heard about the news recently … but here i am , at this vigil. wonder how many people actually GIVE A SHIT , you know … ❜

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 the vigil like moths to flame ; desperate as ever to cleave their way into the center of tragedy , to lead a starring role in their 15 seconds of fame in front of the news cameras . it’d been this way ever since those girls had gone missing — one would think that with how their names had been circulating about town , lydia would remember , but no . she cared very little about their disappearance . she hadn’t known them before their disappearance , and unlike the others who strived to now with their absence being so publicized , lydia couldn’t find it within herself to be bothered . people disappeared every day , she knew that well enough from previous experience ; this was nothing new , and certainly nothing worthy of all this pomp and circumstance . dewitt & wyler would eventually be forgotten about anyway , as the trail grew cold & people moved on , their legacy relegated to little more than becoming faded missing posters stapled to telephone polls .

and yet , even with all of that said , she still finds herself slinking towards the town square once night has fallen . she can’t help it , really — she’s bored , desperately in need of some entertainment , and what better than watching the townsfolk put on their show of sympathy & false hope ? she snickers as she watches a young woman force out a tear to wipe away , ducks beneath the awning of a shop to continue bearing witness to the scene as it unfolds , taking up an easy stance beside zade as he speaks .

“ sad ? dude , this is fucking hilarious . ” she scoffs a laugh , swaying beside him as pearl fangs flash in a quick grin . beckoning with one hand towards the crowd , rings flashing on her fingers when they catch in the streetlights , lydia cocks a brow . “ how many of those people do you think actually knew them ? they’re here for the cameras , and to make themselves feel good , more than anything . gonna whine on myspace about it later for attention . ” a pause as a noise of thought hums in her throat , a half second of the most basic level of compassion one can extend towards others .

“ i mean , it does sort of suck for their families , i guess ? but this shit happens all the time , soooo .... ”

#hate that editable reblogs are broken ... tumblr is ugly #tbt #she is so fucking RUDE

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( ellie thatcher , female , she/her ) apparently that's 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 lurking around town for a year . the local psychic claims they're a 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ( record store clerk ) who's 𝟐𝟑 / 𝟒𝟓 years old but she's always been a bit unhinged . whispers around town say they're intrepid , artful but mordant . honestly , they remind me of using pages of the bible as tinder for a fire , getting a stick & poke in your best friend’s basement , & the liberation of forsaking your savior which explains why i've seen them with an aged rosary .

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. lydia emerson ; born as lydia anne morgan . 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒. lydia myers , sawyer augustine , valerie tatum smith , various others . 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. lyd , lydz , deetz . 𝐀𝐆𝐄. physically 23 ; truly 45 . 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. female ; she/her . 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. bisexual . 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. vampire . 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. clerk @ quiet riot records shop . 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

( tws for : abuse , loss of a child , alcoholism , attempted murder , period typical misogyny , if i’ve forgotten to tag anything or you need something tagged please let me know ! ) lydia was born in 1960 to a moderately unhappy pair looking to save both face & their miserable marriage . while they had initially been informed that they were expecting twins , lydia’s sibling died in utero & thereafter was absorbed by lydia herself in a case of twin resorption . while there was little explanation for this phenomenon at the time , lydia’s mother , theresa , was distraught , under the assumption that lydia must have killed her sibling in the womb if only she had survived , and began to view the child growing inside of her as something akin to the devil . this belief was only exacerbated by the difficult pregnancy she endured with lydia , anf further stoked by her strict catholic beliefs . after her birth , theresa’s feelings remained unchanged ; she was a withdrawn , angry mother , forced to keep up the act of a perfectly quaint little family in front of friends & family . unfortunately , theresa fell victim to severe postpartum depression which would devolve into full blown psychosis . given the time period , this went largely unnoticed for the most part , written off as the stress a new mother must endure for the sake of her child . meanwhile , lydia’s father , richard , was of little help . he was similarly withdrawn but as opposed to theresa , this was less rooted in hatred and more in the general apathy he faced most things with . coming from a broken home himself , directionless in life & uninspired , he’d long since turned to the drink as a way of coping & the arrival of his daughter had done little to change that . in a hazy memory that haunts lydia to this day , she can recall the day her mother wrapped both hands around her throat a the tender age of three , and attempted to squeeze every last bit of life from her . all the while , she was shrieking like a banshee about how lydia was a demon , the antichrist , nothing but a plague . her father found them moments before lydia slipped into unconsciousness , and she has little recollection of what happened between them after that . the situation itself resulted in theresa’s departure . this would eventually lead to lydia being left in the care of her maternal grandparents after three more years spent with her father , who spent more time under the influence than he did sober . her grandmother & grandfather were strict and very much orthodox , though they did love her , but their expectations of her were far too lofty . they weren’t the affectionate type , but were more prone to physical rewards than words of praise or hugs . her childhood & adolescence were pockmarked with various attempts at rebellion ; talking back , sneaking out of sunday school , sneaking out at home , meeting up with the outcasts in town despite often being warned to steer clear of them , stealing , etcetera . lydia was desperate to feel something and in pursuit of pleasure , she continued to act out and do as she pleased . she began to dabble in darker things : the supernatural & the occult , namely . she was kicked out of her home at 18 and spent her time couch surfing . as the 80′s rolled around , she delved into the world of satanism , urged on by the need to separate herself from her heavily religious upbringing & the ways in which her experiences during childhood had effected her ; essentially , a big fuck you to the majority of her family , and to god himself . at this point she was on the other side of the satanic panic , laughing at those that protested and screeched about unholy corruption in things like music & literature . lydia was well known on the scene . with her sharp humor and devil may care attitude , she was the life of the parties she frequently attended . and it was during the aftermath of one such event that she would come to lose her life : taken with a perfect stranger , she’d followed him into the darkened alleyways as the party came to a close , unaware of his intentions to quite literally bleed her dry . when she woke the following night , she was in a haze , wobbling like a baby deer and overcome with a hunger so intense it almost sent her toppling to the ground .

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍.

as opposed to some , lydia accepted her fate with little complaints . in fact , you might say she was a little too enthusiastic ... driven by thirst , she slaughtered a group of college students and left them out in the open air of the park they’d been having a nighttime hangout at . she fled town soon after , leaving behind the sunny shores of california for the emptiness of indiana . she began going by the name lydia myers meanwhile . after that , she never really stayed in one place for too long . she loved to travel , enjoying her freedom immensely , and found kin with the people she met along the way . most of these relationships were fairly fickle , in the grand scheme of things ; most people she charmed out of necessity . it was nice to have a friend to call on when you needed a place to stay , or a few bucks for bus fare . it was a genuine rarity for her to find herself truly attached to another , because she feared commitment more than anything ; she still does , in fact . letting someone grow close means giving them the chance to hurt you , to leave you , and lydia is ... not about that .

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘.

though she’d initially vowed upon her departure that she’d never return to cali , lydia has come slinking back . if you ask her why , she’ll tell you it’s boredom , and that much is true — but a pressing matter remains : that of her sire . she’s been running from him for 22 years since her turning , but recently , she’s felt a sharp tug on the thread that keeps them connected . both curious and vexed , and maybe searching for an answer to a question she’s tried not to ask , she’s tracked him back to ambrose . to support herself , she’s taken up a job at the record store ( one of the things she’s always enjoyed has been music ! )

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

hello words are failing me so take some bullet point traits . :,) + creative , adventurous , brave , resourceful , charismatic ( when necessary ) . - manipulative , sardonic , evasive , stubborn , dishonest , hotheaded .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

hi please bring me her sire . i have ... honestly too many ideas to list here because i don’t want to risk rambling for like , eight paragraphs about everything lmao .

i think it would be interesting if she ran into someone she hasn’t seen for years . maybe they were one of the people she used , and they’re super pissed at her for how she just ghosted . or maybe they look back on her fondly .

she antagonizes people for fun . please hate her

she’s also definitely the type to flat out tell people she’s a vampire . and like , given her usual sarcastic , jokey nature ... people probably just take it as her messing around . which is even more hilarious to her . this could result in : 1. someone who constantly goes along with the ‘joke’ , who maybe later on finds out and either also thinks it’s funny , is horrified , or feels betrayed ( to which lydz would respond with but i told you ? ) 2. someone who is very suspicious of her and Does Not think it’s just a funny joke at all

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

she loves going to the beach late at night . like , the sand getting everywhere sucks , but she’ll deal with it .

she can be surprisingly generous when in a good mood . when she says don’t mention it , she fuckin means it

loves motorcycles , wants one someday

has an old polaroid camera from the 80′s that she still uses pretty frequently . she enjoys photography !

i need you all to know i literally came up with her because i listened to kiss the go goat by ghost for hours on end over the span of a few days please help i can’t stop

#hi idk what this is #goryintro #i am not proofreading this i am sorry IM SO TIRED I AM ABOUT TO GO COLLAPSE AND LURK ON DISCO

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