ADELAIDE KANE As MARY STUART ↴

WIP of Esme helping Rosalie get dressed for her revenge spree 🔪 👰‍♀️

Working on making more cinematic illustrations with this little prologue story. (It’s not canon) but it’s a sequence revolving around the night Rosalie 😵’s Royce (🗣️booo 🍅🍅) King.

In this frame, Esme lends Rose her own veil to top off the look 👌

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Serena preferred the night; not just to hunt but to roam. It was somehow less lonely than walking amongst the activities of humans in their waking hours. Each breath, each heartbeat, marching them closer to an ultimate demise. The inevitability of it all made them cling to every precious, fleeting, moment. Death was a mistress none of them wanted to face until they were ready. She came too soon for some of them and they knew it possible. Sometimes Serena herself had aided her cause.

No, the night was for those others who had slipped the grasp of death well beyond their time. Who had seen death claim countless humans while she let them continue on. Serena may have been half human but death did not seem to be a condition of her existence. Still, she liked to dance with her, testing the limitations of her immortal side with the many vices that sent humans to an early grave. It was her own, private experiment. One her father was not in control of for once.

The bar had stuck out like a sore thumb, the only one with the lights still on at the hour. Wandering inside, the hybrid assesses the punky interior with slight amusement. It looked like exactly the kind of bar a human would assume a vampire owned, and she can smell one behind the bar. Swinging herself onto the stool, she rests an elbow on the bar, eyeing him with curiousity. "You could offer a paying customer a drink." Pulling some cash from her leather jacket, a sharp, manicured nail slides the generous offering of bills ( courtesy of the nights earlier dinner ) toward him with a sweetly smile. The hybrid knows a vampire may be far less fooled by her mask than a human bartender. Still, it was habit.

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"Last call was hours ago," Malakai commented, barely glancing up at the newcomer as he dried the glass in his hand with a towel. Eyes shifted to the clock then back to his work. Closing had been hours ago too. Did he forget to lock the door again? Anyways...this had to be a vampire, most people would be home already, sleeping to help put off tomorrow's hangover.

There was a soft tinkling as the glass was slid into place to hang over the bar with the rest of them, followed by a dull whirring as he used the barmaid to scrub another glass. Eyes flicked to his guest one more time than down to the three-compartment sink. Scrub, rinse, sanitize, dry. He continued, "Is there something I can do for you? Call you a cab?"

not to complain about being an australian mun again but sometimes with timezones it really starts to feel like I’m just kicking rocks and my muse’s are being like that “c’mon, do something” meme constantly 😭 basically a roundabout way of saying if you see this pls like this if I can come into your DM’s and plot or it’s okay to send you memes because my girls are getting antsy for me to write things. I am open to lots, despite my girls being “twilight based” they are extremely canon divergent even down to the vampire lore which I have frankensteined together from various vampire media and it is nothing like smeyer’s sparkly mormon freaks, so very open to interacting with other media’s vampries and plotting out verses or situations for them

Vera not even realising she'd taken the fall for Rosalie being convicted of Royce's murder. It isn't something Rosalie can help either, because the deaths may have had no suspect had Vera not been running her mouth around town calling Royce a murderer and then breaking into manic laughter when she hears about his death. My girl kinda did that to herself but that's what a lesbian situationship will do to you 😭

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And also she had never seen Joham more proud of her than when she woke up covered in her lovers blood. That really did a number on her and those eldest daughter daddy issues 🥲

I can't remember if I wrote Serena's bio before or after I saw this but basically that photo of Anya Taylor-Joy's wedding cake being a lifelike looking model of a heart...yeah so I have a part in her bio where her father trapped her first ever human lover in his lab with her and injected them both with a virus. Serena's hybrid biology quickly fought it off but her human lover grew more delirious and sickly with the days and he had also grown scared of her because, y'know, finding out her and her father were not exactly human. He started accusing her of all sorts of stuff and said he never loved her, that he had only been under her spell. Broke Serena's heart and in her blind rage and heartbreak she killed him by ripping out his heart. And then she ate it....

Brows furrow at his obvious attempt at deflection, a sort of feigned concern - though she is concerned at the way he had shut her out. It had left a sting that the Mexican queen didn't want to admit felt a little bit too much like rejection. Something she wasn't all too familiar with. He had been her faithful servant, yes, but he had also been something else none of his successors had managed to live up to. The power they shared together unrivalled, how did he not still crave it? She was there to make sure he remembered what he was missing.

As she closes in, Maria reaches a slender hand toward his, inspecting the vice between his fingers as she pulls it closer. "Married life stressing you out?" Lifting his hand closer, she places her own crimson lips around the cigarette, exhaling the smoke toward her escaped soldiers handsome face. Her latest kill is sure to still linger on her breath. They had always loved to share a kill.

A sharp nail traces his defined jaw. If she dug hard enough she was sure she'd find all the marks she'd left on him there just under the surface. That he wouldn't forget who he belonged to. "You know I should really kill you for betraying me like you did." A playful smirk as her finger lures him closer. She won't, of course. Not yet. Not there, she wasn't foolish enough to try and take Jasper Whitlock in combat alone. "But I'm going to give you a second chance to come home."

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The major merely arched an unimpressed brow in her direction as she spoke. Though he was mentally reeling at the sight of his sire in Denali, Jasper wasn’t about to give her the sort of reception she was doubtlessly looking for. He was no longer her loyal attack dog, following at her heels and bending to her every whim. He didn’t have to answer her unless he chose to. And yet, he couldn’t resist. Even knowing Alice was in the house some distance away, Maria was still as magnetic as ever.

“Bit far from Mexico, aren’t you, cariño?” He finally asked without giving her other questions any response, the endearment sounding almost sarcastic on his tongue as he idly flicked ash off the end of the cigarette that had brought him out in the snow to begin with.

Steely, curious eyes examine Esme as she speaks and moves further into the room. There was an air of something maternal in her attempts at connection, though Rosalie wouldn't really have known. Her own mother had only known how to show her affection through buying her pretty things. The best example of a mother she had to compare it to was how Vera had been with Henry, and how she had only seen that for such a short time.

Rosalie raises a brow at the other woman's comment about having things she could kill for, deciding to make joke of it. Deflection, perhaps, but something makes her want to put the other woman at ease, feeling there are things underneath her comment that cause a similar despair. "I can imagine, you've had to live with two men for....how long?" Though she doesn't want to get too familiar with these people, still uncertain of their intentions with her. She was no fool, she could put the pieces together that their son - the gloomy boy by the name of Edward who Rosalie felt tried too hard to be mysterious - was a bachelor and she was a pretty thing around his age. She wouldn't be pawned off to some strange man after everything she'd survived, no matter how handsome. Clearing her throat, the beauty perches herself on the arm of the nearest chair, returning to her steely reserve.

"Well, I've decided I am going to kill Royce." It's matter of fact, as if she's decided what she will have for breakfast. "And his friends. I do not care if it is against Carlisle's rules, or if I am no longer welcome here after the fact." Rosalie isn't quite sure why she is telling the other all this. There was something to be said about the presence of another woman. Something that told her she might understand why there would be no stopping her on this decision.

The bite is familiar. In fact, it reminds Esme of herself when she remembered the exact reasons for becoming what she is now. The moment of realisation that Carlisle had stolen death from her was met with anguish and fire. Her rage was white and all consuming; the fresh pain of remembering her grief was only enhanced by newborn senses. Carlisle had taken the brunt of it admirably, just as he is now.

"No, no I don't. But as a woman who opened her eyes into this life without another woman to come to, I felt incredibly alone." Her words silence, Esme standing just in front of a closed bedroom door. With their vampiric hearing and Edward's ability, closing the door will do little to offer privacy, but at least it's something. "And I wish to be able to help you not feel similarly."

There is almost regret in trying to reach out, but Esme knows she at least has to try. Edward is being needlessly difficult and Esme isn't exactly thrilled by Carlisle's decision to do... well, this.

"Carlisle... he doesn't kill to preserve his idea of humanity. It's... complicated. I don't because, well, I have never known any different," Esme explains, deciding not to sugarcoat anything under the impression Rosalie will prefer to deal in facts. "... I think, sometimes, yes. But I am a coward in that regard... I'd lose my nerve despite the things I could kill for."

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