Lets Have Coffee||Bree

[ROXIE ♥ PARKER]

Having a sibling was something that Roxie knew would never happen for her. Her parents were not the sort to have more than one and they only had her because their blood line needed to be preserved. Her mother had been selected from several demons based on her appearance and traits that would only enhance those of her father. Roxie was carefully created for the purpose of not leaving anything to chance. Her grandmother would not have a weakling within her line and if Roxie had been weak then she would have been killed within the first few weeks of life. However she proved her strength and was allowed to live through until now. She knew that when the time came for Roxie to bring someone into the blood line the man would be selected as her mother had been. Of course that was being hopeful... most likely a demon family, with an equal status, would contact the Parkers and offer a union of sorts. Either way it was safe to say that Roxie would never know the love of a sibling. Not that she wanted that sort of emotion.

Yet when she laid eyes on the young vampire Roxie couldn't help but feel a sort of mixing within her. Although she believed that vampires were weak due to their human qualities and love of those around them that were mortal. Mortals were just weaklings and vampires that remained attached to those were no better than them. However Roxie saw something different in the young female vampire. A certain coldness that followed her as though she had rejected the mortal word around them. It gave Roxie hope that with the correct encouragement that she could mold this vampire to be acceptable, at least by her standards. So she reached out and invited the young girl out for coffee.

Of course she arrived several minutes before the set time and took a seat towards the back of the coffee shop. Her back facing the wall and her bright blue eyes just slowly scanning the weaklings around her. Roxie loved power and she loved watching the weak cower in front of her. Her nails tapped against the top of the table while an attendant brought over a large cup of black coffee for her. The attendant then quickly backed away while Roxie sipped on the hot liquid. Her hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail and for once she showed off the ends of her ears. Not her favorite demon trait but she still showed them off proudly. As she leaned back in the chair she crossed one leg over the other and glanced towards the door.

[BREE ♥ RIPSEN]

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[atrb=width,240] On face value, the blonde must have seemed like the dumbest person on earth when she accepted an invitation for coffee from someone she barely knew. Well, the hint was actually in that sentence. Blonde. Of course, not all blondes were stupid. No, not in the slightest. But Bree was pretty sure she was where that preconception came from. She didn't often think about how things could turn out before she actually let them happen. Well, she never used to. It was kind of hard not to worry now, after all that'd happened over the past year. Maybe that'd been good. Maybe she'd finally learned her lesson. Maybe she'd finally figured out that she shouldn't be so stupidly naive, so unmotivated to take action before things got out of hand. But, returning to the invitation that she had received. It was slightly odd, really, considering the fact that Bree hardly knew this girl. Her name... it'd been Roxie, right? She was pretty sure it had been. That, and Roxie was an Eighth Year. An Eighth Year. They were terrifying! For one thing, they were older. And a lot of them were much bigger than she was, which wasn't hard. Standing at 5'2", it didn't really surprise her that almost everyone was bigger than her. Anyway, an Eighth Year. She didn't know what the girl's motive was, or if she even had one, and that was what made her feel slightly uneasy about it. But it'd be rude not to show, especially seeing as Roxie had actually taken the initiative. So, she changed into a pair of comfortable black jeans and a blue top. Although she wasn't really satisfied with how she looked, she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. Because being a suck up never, under any circumstances, looked good. And, let's face it... she'd never be satisfied with how she looked, anyway. It didn't matter much to her at all, really, but she just... she didn't feel the same as she did before. No, never had she disliked herself so much. But there wasn't really room for her to think about that at the moment. She'd been invited out someplace; she didn't want to get there looking all 'woe-is-me' because, well, that wasn't fair on everyone else with real problems. Hers were in the past, now - it was just what was left that was hard to deal with. But it was easily pushed away, dealt with at another time. She didn't particularly want to stand out to anyone as an easy target, because she liked to think that she wasn't. Pretty soon, she arrived at Lacroix, to find that the girl had already arrived. Oh, god, what if she was late? She let her eyes dance to the mall clock on the wall of the cafe, to find that it was exactly the time that they'd agreed on. But what if she'd misheard the time or something? If she;d got it wrong? Maybe she'd been supposed to arrive earlier. And then it clicked that maybe she was just... worrying over nothing. It was probably all fine. Yeah. It was all going to be fine; she just had to keep telling herself that. At least, that was what she was telling herself as she sat opposite the girl, and gave a small smile. "Hello... Roxie, was it?" The vampire queried. She wanted to be certain that she knew the right name, for starters. She didn't want to be calling someone something completely different to their name.	[atrb=width,140] words , 622 words tagged , roxie! notes , And so it begins. :DD
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[ROXIE ♥ PARKER]

Roxie had chosen to arrive early that afternoon to prevent her new little friend from waiting around. Yes the invitation had been a very confusing for the girl and for those that knew Roxie since Roxie lacked any social desires. The most time she spent socializing was with Sephora, the school nurse and siren, and it was only because they had developed a level of respect for each other. They were equals and opposites in every sense of the word. One a creature of night and the other a child of the sea. Both were powerful and destructive, an awful combination if there ever was to be an alliance between them. The possibility of an alliance but nothing short of impossible at this given moment. Maybe in several hundred years, after Roxie had experienced life and learned what Sephora had been through during her nine hundred plus years. Either way the campus was safe from the destructive power of the two alpha females. However every needed a little sister type figure to make sure that the student body remained as it should. Weak to those that held the power such as Roxie, and when she spotting Bree the first time Roxie knew that this girl would become her little sister.

A play thing of sorts. Her's to manipulate and mold into a proper little killing machine. Maybe Roxie was a bit lonely in the world without having a sibling or someone to turn to. She always thought she was strong but even loneliness over took some. Admitting to it would be a problem but she found a clever way to solve the problem with ease. The girl would be her little piece of work left for the headmaster to deal with once Roxie left. Maybe that would be too cruel for such a loving and respected headmaster? But Roxie did not give a shit since he had made her life hell with the rules and punishments for breaking them. He deserved payback and she planned to deliver when the time was right. Perhaps the time was not right at this point in her life but she had all of her immortal life to remind him that she had graduated and he had given her one too many rules to live by. The clock on the wall struck a certain time and Roxie wrapped her hands around the mug in front of her. The warmth flowed through her hands and down her hairs and warmed her body very slowly. Even though she was wrapped up in a wool coat she still loved the warmth that came from coffee. It was her favorite beverage outside of human blood.

Finally her wait was over as the familiar blond finally approached her at the table. Roxie sat up a bit straighter and smirked as she looked over at the girl, examining her and her choice of clothing. There was a soft judgmental look in her eyes and she watched the girl and noticed the nervous energy that she gave off. Her smirk faded into a softer expression as she wanted the girl to calm down and speak openly about everything. "Yes my name is Roxie." She replied. Keeping a calm tone was hard since Roxie hated those who were not smart enough to keep up with things like names. "Perhaps you have heard of me? I'm an eighth year... about to graduation and I am a powerful demon. Actually I am somewhat of an annoyance to the headmaster." She commented with a soft chucked. Then she motioned to her own cup of coffee. "Would you like one as well?" She asked but allowed the girl to respond before motioning to the attendant since at the very least she needed a refill of the coffee.

"So Bree... tell me about yourself." She said and looked across the table at the girl. She just waited and allowed the girl to speak. If she was to make this girl into a cold blooded killer than she needed to know the triggers. "you know blue is definitely a good color on you but I feel like rich colors are more in this season than that shade of blue. Maybe tomorrow try something a bit darker... like a navy blue." Navy blue was a good color for her, at least Roxie thought so, and it was in this season. Roxie currently owned several things in navy blue but the seasons were changing and soon she would need new clothing in the newest color palettes.

[BREE ♥ RIPSEN]

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[atrb=width,240] If there was one thing Bree really did not do, it was talk to people she hardly knew. She could be as sociable as the next person could, when she wanted to be. She was the type of person that would smile at strangers in the street, who would stop to let someone else pass, who would do whatever she could to help a person who needed help. But, when thrown into a potentially awkward situation, she was about as useful as a walrus with no limbs. She just didn't know what a person would want to talk about; if they would want to disclose how they were feeling, if they would want to bitch about an awful new movie they'd just seen, or just... talk. About anything else. The first meeting was always the hardest. So what had led her to accept the invitation she'd received from Roxie earlier, she had no clue. Maybe it was spontaneity, maybe it was boredom... or maybe it was because she actually needed to talk to people or risk going insane. And, among other things, the thought of losing her mind in such a way frightened her. It was one of those three that motivated her to accept, for certain. She was sure of it. She probably would've ended up going out to meet people eventually, anyway. So what was the harm in heading out with a person who had invited her? At least, that way, she knew she wouldn't spend all her time alone. So she'd gotten dressed and gone to Lacroix, where the... Eighth Year had told her to meet her. It was fine, it was all good. The fact that Roxie was an Eighth Year shouldn't have made her nearly as nervous as it actually did. As she spotted the familiar face of Roxie, who was sat in one of the chairs and eyeing up the vampire with what appeared to be a small smirk on her face, Bree couldn't help but feel like she'd made a mistake, even though she knew that it was probably okay. Yes, of course it was okay - the expression on the demon's face had softened some, it was all okay. Bree wasn't going to die tonight. She sighed in slight relief as she sat in the chair opposite Roxie, a light, friendly smile on her face as she heard that yes, in fact, her name was Roxie and she had remembered the right name. That was a huge relief; it would have been more than a little awkward had she not known. "Yeah... I think I have heard of you," she said, chuckling at the girl's comment about her being a nuisance to the headmaster. She shook her head. She didn't particularly want to scrounge off of Roxie, who was seemingly offering her a cup of coffee. It didn't really seem fair to Bree, to make her do that for her. "No, thank you. I'm fine for now." she said politely, being sure not to overdo it. She didn't want to seem irksome and suck-up-ish. No, that was not the impression that she wanted to create at all. When asked to talk about herself, the blonde merely shrugged, pushing a stray curl of golden hair behind her ear. "There isn't really much to tell," she said truthfully, with a light laugh. "I'm seventeen, if that counts? And normally from Long Island. I came here after I got turned because of the Holy Cross and what have you. And now, here I am, I guess." Sure, it sounded a little vague, but it was better than nothing, wasn't it? She could always expand on it if she got asked to, within reason. At the kind-of compliment, she was a little surprised. No one had ever really complimented her before, unless her parents counted. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, what to say, so she merely nodded at the Demon's advice and gave a half smile. "Thanks, I guess," the girl said modestly. "I'll bear that in mind." Maybe keeping in with colors and fashion and other things was how people got noticed here; how people made friends.	[atrb=width,140] words , 718 words tagged , roxie! notes , bleh sorry it kind of sucks, i'm getting sleepy xD
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[ROXIE ♥ PARKER]

For years she had thought about her relationship with Sephora and how they never really connected, although in all logic they should have, and how they were really complete opposites. They were two alpha females and one was feared on campus while the other was loved and worked as the school nurse. So many witnessed their power struggle that only left off recently since Roxie lost interest and Sephora became busy with her work. Not that there was really alot of work that had to be done as the nurse other than the usual sickness and cuts. Most students injured themselves accidentally and nothing was ever life threatening so Roxie imaged that her work was boring... unless reading was a hobby. Reading and waiting were two things that Roxie could not stand but she read as required and waited for short periods of time since that was required as well but the truth was she was more of a get it now kind of person. Once her father told her that he would find her a victim later that week and Roxie wanted it that evening so she went out and found one herself. At the time she was only 10 or so but when she returned covered in blood her father smiled and encouraged her. His mistake for making her into the girl who lacked the ability to wait. He was a good father but his encouragements were probably ill placed if he wanted Roxie to function within society. Instead he made his daughter into a headstrong girl with a thirst for all of the blood she could get her hands on.

For a moment she wondered if this girl had developed a love for the life sustaining liquid yet or if she was one of those that still cringed a little bit. Either way if she did not then Roxie would make sure that she did and if she already did then Roxie would have fun with her next couple of victims. Always good to have a vampire there to lick up the blood that spattered everywhere. Bree would be her little playmate since torturing someone alone could get boring if no one was there to offer up additional suggestions or to help with the tying up. So many ideas that she had required that extra person there to help with collecting the blood to helping her to hold down the person while she got them ready for the kill. Hopefully Bree was strong both physically and mentally and again if she wasn't then she would be by the time Roxie was finished with her. So many plans brewed away in her mind but now she needed to see the girls potential and starting point so she knew where to go from here. To evaluate her properly she would need a victim however she was not about to bring her into that situation unless she thought that Bree could handle it. Questions would do for now.

"Good... many people have. I guess I am a thing of gossip on campus. Most of it is true so I guess it really is more than just stupid rumors." Most of them were in fact true, like that she often kept her victims alive for days at a time to enjoy their suffering. One thing that was not true was that she did not kill students since that was against the policy and a line she could not cross. The headmaster made it very clear it was the one line that she would never cross while he was in charge. If Bree wanted details then she would need to ask herself but Roxie got the impression that Bree either didn't truly listen to rumors or she was too scared to ask a direct question at this point. Maybe in a few weeks she could ask but not today.

Money was no object for Roxie and a cup of coffee was less than $2 which was nothing more than change for Roxie. "Do you not drink it?" She asked. "I know that some vampires partake in food and drink once in a while. Obviously it doesn't satisfy but I assume its nice to appear mortal." She commented. Comments like that were meant to gauge what sort of vampire she was when push came to shove. Did she want to appear mortal or did she just not enjoy the beverage. The attendant came over and quickly refilled her cup to the brim and then ran off before Roxie had a chance to complain or get upset about how slow she was moving. The probably did not like her much but she was still a paying customer and customers get what they want. "I personally just love the flavor but it is nothing compared to the taste of blood. Have you fed recently?"

The bags of blood that were passed out to students was just disgusting and Roxie wouldn't blame her if she refused to each such a substance. the thought of that plastic taste flavoring such a fine liquid made her wrinkle her nose is disgust the first time they offered her such a substance. Right away she called her father and he brought her a glass vile of blood. In the event she could not kill a human at least her family was smart enough to use glass, which did not flavor the liquid.

Then Bree began her little life story and Roxie listened and picked out the important details to be award of. There was nothing other than her age that Roxie cared about. Her response was so empty of importance that it sort of annoyed her. "Is seventeen your actual age or the age at which you were changed." Her questions now took a more direct approach if she was going to get the answers that she was looking for. Her next question would probably push the girl a bit further but Roxie was interested to know how she was changed. "So... did you enjoy the change? i hear it can be quite painful unless you were already on the verge of death." Personally Roxie had never seen the change but she knew the basic principle of how it worked so that part did not need to be explained.

The half smile showed that she was a bit uncomfortable with the compliment, if it could be considered that. It was merely an observation as Roxie rarely paid compliments to people. If the girl ever managed a real compliment then Roxie would give up but until then the girl would be subjected to her observations. "I think that next season there will be a lot of neutral colors, which do nothing for people but make them look washed out. However I guess its a good excuse to accessorize with bold colored jewelry. Of course I wouldn't be caught in any of that plastic bangle crap."

[BREE ♥ RIPSEN]

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[atrb=width,240] It was as if some God had decided that she was having far too good a day. She didn't know whether she hadn't been in enough awkward situations lately, or whether it was just the fact that Bree was and had always been an easy target. She knew that she was the type of person that made picking on people look fun by being n the receiving end. And today, she figured was just another one of those days. She knew she could be irritating and, if she was honest, a bit of a goody-two-shoes. But, come on. The amount of bad luck she had was disproportionate to how much someone should have. Someone, somewhere was getting all the good luck that she was supposed to have. She was still kind of freaking out about the age difference between the pair. She knew that she couldn't put a foot wrong. Eighth Years, she presumed, were the students that had the most influence over the school. If she said one thing, one thing that wasn't quite what was supposed to have been said, then she would probably be in for it. Which, although Roxie might not have been the type to do that, she certainly seemed that way. It was scary knowing that anything she was saying might not have been what she was supposed to say. And that was what put her so on edge about it. ...And most of the gossip was true. Well. That didn't help at all. She'd heard the rumors about Roxie, and about how she was as a person. But, hey... it could have been worse? She could have tried to lie about it and then killed Bree in her sleep or something like that. Well. As close to sleep as Bree got, seeing as vampires didn't really sleep. But anyway. Yeah. She could have tried to hide it, but she didn't. Honesty was quite an admirable trait. Bree nodded at Roxie, a slight smile on her face. "Well, I guess it's better than having lies spread about you," she said, with a slight chuckle underscoring her words. As a matter of fact, Bree hadn't even liked coffee when she'd been human. It just tasted thin and bitter to her, and Bree didn't really do bitter. She had more of a sweet tooth; if she had to choose out of anything, it would have been hot chocolate. She loved the stuff, although it didn't really do much for her anymore. It just tasted nice. Much nicer than coffee did to her. "Call me crazy," she laughed, "But I don't really like the taste. I do eat and drink and stuff... just not coffee." Aha. She'd known this was going to come up. The whole blood issue. Well, in her defense, it'd only been a year. She still hated the idea of drinking blood, even though she knew she had to. She treated like taking some kind of vile medicine, really. Which, with the stuff the school handed out, wasn't really hard to do at all. She wrinkled her nose slightly, and nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, I have," she almost admitted. "I can say that there are things I prefer, but I guess it's just part and parcel of vampirism." Roxie's questions were getting really direct, and actually making the vampire slightly uncomfortable. Sure, it wasn't like she couldn't answer those questions, but they were very... to the point. That was good in some ways, though. It stopped a whole load of mess, Bree supposed. It was much faster and easier than skirting around a question. "I am actually seventeen, yes." she responded. "I was changed when I was sixteen." A snicker escaped her as she spoke next. "And yes. It hurts. A lot. But I guess all the abilities and stuff come at a price, huh?" The best she could do was joke about it. If she didn't joke about it, the whole concept of what had happened to her would have scared her out of her wits. All the clothes talk was true. Not that Bree had been an aspiring fashion designer or anything before she was turned, but Isabelle had read many a fashion magazine while she was still alive, and this had been basically all she talked about. She nodded in agreement, chuckling at the comment about "plastic bangle crap". "The thing I find with neutrals, the blonde started, "Is that they're just so... what's the word... plain? Boring? I'm much more comfortable with actually living in color, thank you very much."	[atrb=width,140] words , 797 words tagged , roxie! notes , :3
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[ROXIE ♥ PARKER]

It was funny but Roxie did believe that there was a god out there. A god who had created the supernatural creatures just as he had created mankind. Maybe his intention was to keep balance in the world since there was no way for good to exist without some form of evil for humans to overcome. Or maybe he just wanted to watch people get slaughtered and remind people that they needed to worship him if they wanted salvation. Some twisted sense of humor he had but she doubted that his intentions were so simple and innocent. Secretly she wondered if his intentions had been to create the supernatural creatures at all or if it had just been a distraught arch angel that did it out of some twisted spite. They did say that demons were hell spawns sent to earth by the devil himself to destroy what god loved so much. Of course that was just a rumor and she had no way of knowing if that was in fact the reality of her history. No one was old enough to know and those that were basically fell to madness in their later years so no one could know the truth. Not that she really cared to know the truth of her creation. Actually she was more interested in the creation of the girl sitting in front of her.

Why was she chosen to enter into this dark work? Was it by choice or most likely by force? Most vampires gave their victims the choice, unless death was already knocking at the door, but sometimes there was a forcing that was required. Humans who were subservient to vampires often got the choice and jumped at the chance to become immortal because it was the thing that they worshiped. They longed to see the world and watched as it changed and the years passed or they wished to remain youthful and pretty. Whatever stupid reason that the humans had it was dumb and Roxie would have no part in it. Of course she was a demon by birth and there was no changing that. Born and bred for the purposes of being vicious and evil with no attachments to the mortal world.

At the girls comment she laughed a little bit as well. "I suppose but lies often fuel the fire and people are scared of fire." She wanted everyone around her to fear her and cower in front of her. Sometimes a little lie would help that out if her actions could not be vicious enough on their own but rules restricted her. "you know the rules here were just designed to prevent killers like you and me from reaching our full potential until we can travel outside of this island. By then it might be too late to break the stupid habits we learned here about drinking blood from bags."

Such a gross thing to restrict such divine killers to. Even her rival agreed that it was stupid to restrict a being on its true nature but rules were required to be followed at this institution. Her companions response about coffee made her nod her head slightly. "Perhaps another drink... my treat." She offered and waited for the girl to finally accept something from her. It was one thing to be humble but this was coffee and tea that they were arguing about and Roxie just insisted. Demons did not require food or drink to live either but Roxie developed the habit of enjoying meals to appear as if she was normal to those she was trying to lure to a kill. Her response to the question of feeding gave Roxie all of the answered she needed to know. This girl did not have the same lust for blood that Roxie had but that would be easily swayed once she had the good stuff in her system. "So you don't prefer the drinking of blood yet? That's almost a waste...humans were meant to be prayed on and they are weak. They are at your complete mercy." She commented.

Dancing around the line of going to far with her questions was something that she was used to. Her classes in psychology taught her how to break someone of their secrets without them even realizing that they were speaking so openly. All it took was the right set of questions and the right caring gestures to ease the person into it. An answer was given and Roxie enjoyed the fact that she was actually older than the girl in front of her, instead of just appearing older. "Sixteen... that's a young age to make such a radical change." She commented with a tone meant to lure her into a false sense of security. In this moment Roxie had the power but she held back on lashing out for now. "I hear that it feels quite pleasurable when the final drops of blood exit the body. My victims seem to be at peace in that moment. Or at least they look at peace... most don't spent their last moments on earth speaking." Some cried until the very end and some only cried until they ran out of tears. Other screamed until they went hoarse and then Roxie just laughed as they begged in that scratchy voice for life. "Either way I image that the benefits you've received since entering this new life are much better than your old dull life. Humans live such a dull existence."

Obviously she had no respect for the creatures and hated that there were humans on the campus as teachers and students. She would rather they just crawl back into the world that they came from and leave the island for the creatures like Roxie. At least Roxie agreed with this girls opinion on fashion and actually wearing clothing with color but of course Roxie would select outfits from the newest fashions and then maybe pass them off to the blond when she was done with them. "Trends come and then they go and we will see all of them." She added softly.