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“I think I shall hold a party in my house on Christmas Eve, oh how lovely that would be!”
[[This was made because it is a trend I am noticing in seeing a slew of powerful characters who are never hurt, who have a bajillion powers, and honestly want to get in Countess’ business without plotting. However, I think this applies to a lot of people lately. Reblog if you like, I just want to get this off my chest.]]
Now, I know Countess is old as hell female which means over the centuries, she has become a strong female and with strong abilities. Nevertheless, I have given her limits. She is not going to reach to the far corners of the earth to listen to people or be able to kill 100 people in a night without tiring herself out.
The same goes with if there are going to be any powerful characters interacting with her, please, do not assume I am going to adhere to your wishes if you want to spy on her, hit her, try to get her to be mentally tortured if there is a character with ability to run their fingernails on her brain to hurt her.
Because, it is a form of godmodding because plotting was not involved, not even a heads up.
Granted, I know Countess has done a few things without giving a heads up and for that I apologize. I try to plot with the individual or ask them if it is fine if she smacks them, hits them, etc. I have done a lot more asking and plotting, then I would do consideirng how Countess is violatile, but I do it because it is respectful.
By you informing me you are going to hurt her and she can’t do anything about it, you are taking away my rights as a writer to write out how Countess is interacting with your character.’ Even more if you are a character from another fandom, universe, even an original and she has no idea about your head canons and history.
This has happened a lot with characters who are from certain tv shows, movies, books, who are hunters and who go after vampires. Yes, rock on with being a hunter, but do not begin a conversation with stabbing her in the neck or saying you are a powerful wizard who will remove Countess’ heart, mind, soul and make her your slave. Then the character keeps on trying to have it done or keeps pushing it even after Countess and I lost interest.
I have the right as any other writer to tell another writer: I know you are an evil and powerful monster/killer/vampire/ghost, but Countess and I are not going to be your next victim, meal, spirit to haunt, etc, without a heads up.
If you are fine with plotting great, but if you are determined to drive it on home, then we should go our separate ways. I have asked this a lot of writers who have virgin characters. She creeps on them, but then I ask if it is fine to maim, bite, kidnap, etc. If not, that is cool, if so, let us plot away.
Now, you can inform me I am bias, but my mythology of certain creatures dictates that the older a creature is, the more powerful they become; usually not the opposite or even the whole mixed blood with this creature, that creature, this, because to me combining a lot of DNA’s is going to have catastrophic results.
The fact Countess is more than four centuries old and my head canons, she is a powerful woman. However, she is not invincible and she is not bullet proof, as evidenced by her many scuffles with hunters, lions, spirits and humans.
She can be hurt and she can bleed; which makes her more real to me. Makes a “powerful” character be one with flaws. Not invincible and not someone who would end up grating on people’s nerves if Countess never got hurt, never even stubbed her toe.
I give Countess a chance to be flawed and I do not try to step on the toes of pushing her to conquer every character.
I appreciate the same as well, and if you are someone who really cannot relent on wanting to stab her because you are a five year old vampire from Twilight hell bent on sucking her soul out, then please to the left, to the left.
Everything you write in the box to the left.
“Who’s there?” she asked softly, her voice eternally child-like.
“You shall do wonderfully to protect their lives. Many have vowed to observe and protect your young. They shall not fail for I will not let them fail,” she stated with ferocity lining her tone. “I shall be there at your side to grasp your hand when you shall need it.”
She nodded, and stood up, holding out her hand. “Come, we shall feast tonight, I wish to search for virgins for you, only the best, and you shall enjoy their blood tonight.”
To be blessed with Bianca was a wonderment of the creature world. The Countess pondered how an innocent woman as Bianca became one of the evening. Yet, it was a mask for her innocence lured more criminals and vagabonds to her company, and the way she removed their lives, brought pride to her bosom. “Yes, let us feast, I am quite famished.”
Bianca stood up, walked to the coat closet and wore her coat, walking towards the door and turning back to look at the Countess, her hand out for her to take. “I am famished as well, but I shall find virgins for you first. I wish to test if I can manipulate the minds of the victims, for I have reason to believe that my powers have increased.”
“Bianca!” His eyes suddenly flew open to stare at her face. “You will never lose me or Marius! We were always with you in mind! I know it must be true…” He shook his head, shaking more strands of auburn around his face. “I hope this person who hurt you does not exist anymore, he shouldn’t have driven you underground.” He leaned in unbelievably closer. “I know the fire gift Bianca,” Armand whispered, his lips so close to her ear he was practically kissing it.
“He doesn’t anymore, I ended him myself.” Bianca replied, her voice coming out as a breathless whisper. She turned her head to face his, and she smiled at him before bringing him into her embrace again.
“Well, I’m not going to say I did not enjoy it, because I did. And so did you.” she smirked, and chuckled, whispering in his ear. “My veritable god of the wood.”
“They were always very enjoyable.” His smile deepened and he moved his head to look up at her, study her face, an auburn strand dangling in front of one eye. She was much paler, but her face was still pink and bright. Armand pulled a way to study the rest of her. She was still very much like a delicate thing that could be broken and mended indefinitely, although probably more so now he mused to himself. “Where did you go after I saw you? I’ve been all over the world, Bianca, I never saw a trace of you again.”
“I left Paris the night you saw me. I left with Nijah, and I moved to England, then from there, I settled in New York during the second World War and I got married.” she shook her head then chuckled. “Needless to say, it was a stupid decision for me to make. He didn’t treat me right, and I left him to sleep, and I woke up three years ago.” Bianca reached out to cup his face, tracing each line, memorizing each detail as she had before when he would visit her. “I’m sorry I ran. I was so scared.”
His fingers ran down her thin arms, perfect nails grazing gently up and down the blanched skin simply enjoying the feeling of her exploration. Index fingers over his cheekbones, a thumb over his lips, it was all very exquisite. “Bianca, I do not blame you for being scared. Do not be sorry.” His words were too faint, maybe he was speaking into her mind, he didn’t really know. There was twinges of curiosity and anger. Who would want to hurt the perfect painting, the masterpiece? “I hope I have never scared you, Bianca.”
“You never did.” she whispered, her eyes perfectly concealed under hooded lashes. “I’m scared of what might happen, that what happened before would happen again. I cannot bear to lose you or Marius again. It would drive me mad. It was the hope that I would find either you or Marius that kept me sane.” Bianca admitted.