Let's Break Dumb Vampire Stereotypes!: A Modern Vampire rp cuz why not

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"Thank you! As you remeber it was quite popular in the 1850's" Charlotte said, smiling.

“Oh yeah.” Vivienne thought for a moment. “You know what would go really well with this sweater? Those white ripped jeans I left behind at the fire of Fort McMurray.”

(Vlad is still at work.)

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Charlotte smiled, " I used to live there untill my house and everything I loved burned… Thank god I had a sperate place for this here. I always knew something eventfull would happen there." She sighed, still smiling.

Viv slipped a hand over hers, silent. “I know what you mean.”

Charlotte held her hand "Yeah. You have anything happen to you like that?" Charlotte asked polietely.

Vivienne cleared her throat, looking away. “France, 1573.”, she whispered. “Ever heard of the Slave Scandal?”

" No I don't think I have" Charlotte asked, her heart dropping.

“My mother.”, she whispered, eyes glazed over. “She was the slave of a French Prince. He fell in love with her, and I happened. That was 1562. My mother died early, a disease, and my father died when I was eleven.” She swallowed. “See, everyone hated me, my mother was coloured, and I was mixed. After my father died, they dropped me on the streets. I was bitten there, they arranged the whole thing, only they thought he was a murderer, not a vampire.”

Charlotte pouted, "That…that sucks…a lot…."

(Yay I thought this was dead!!)

Vivienne shrugged it off. “I’m fine now. What was Rome like?”

"Oh it was beautiful, there were so many things to do, so many people to meet, I got 2 scolarships while there and 4 jobs in the arts departments, it was quite the experience." Charlote said, smiling weakly

“That sounds amazing! And I’ve heard good things about the architecture.”

" Yes yes indeed, I dated a Roman archetect whilst I was there, he was vampire also but was short lived, we married for 45 years and then he died from his hunter. Damn humans don't know what's good for them" Charlotte exclaimed, her eyes tinting a reddish purple.

Vivienne wholy agreed. “Je sais. I’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend because I look twelve, so….”

" You do not look tweleve! You look like a 15 year old." Charlotte replied, hoping her comment helped somewhat.

Viv shrugged. “I appreciate it, merci . I do wish I’d been bitten a little older though, having a kid’s body kinda sucks, if you’ll pardon the pun. Sixteen or seventeen would’ve been better.”

Charlotte giggled slightly, "Yeah, I got bit when I was a sex slave, we then ran away with eachother. He'd saved me in his own twisted way I guess. I met that rude old fart when I was 307, I was travelling and we bumped into eachother on a train." Charlotte sighed.

Viv couldn’t help a grin. “Mon dieu, how tragic. You should sell that to Disney.”

Charlotte smiled slyly and gently nudged her, "A kid's movie? I don't think so, but a movie none the less.

Viv tukyed her head. “Definetly something on tv. A soap opera, maybe?”, she teased.

"ohhh now that's a good idea, maybe we could make something of it, we have time to spare" Charlotte laughed, her eyes turning a bright lilac colour.

“Ha! True, true.”

( I've got to go get some sleep, we'll continue this soon though! Talk you you guys later. )

K bye! ‘Night)

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