“Who’s blood is that?”

Rebekah plucks another wine glass filled with blood from the table. In front of her were a couple more bottles of blood for the occasion along with candles. "I counted five... perhaps six witches. They were friends of the cult who nearly managed to kill me." Rising from her seat, revealing a fitted black dress with a deep neckline, she offers the glass with a cheeky smirk with red painted lips. "Happy Anniversary, lover."

[ BANDAGE ] : sender tends to receiver's wounds.

"Hayley...." Any other time, Buffy would milk the attention. At the moment, it calms her, having the other woman bandage the wound on her thigh- cut right through her pants- while the gash on her face will surely be the next to get tended to. But instead of basking in the nurse-patient routine or shooting a playful pout Hayley's way, there's a wrinkle between Buffy's brows and a somberness in her eyes. "Hayley," she repeats and reaches out to cup Hayley's face between her hands, angling it up so they're making eye contact, and rubs her thumb over Hayley's brilliant cheekbones. "It's okay. The cut's already closing."

She went on a mission solo and followed some of Amy's lackeys to a hideout in the marshes outside of the city. Vampires, many of them, like the ones from Sunnydale. Now many dusted vampires. But before the fight, she'd listened in and heard something she couldn't walk away from. "...I know how Amy wants to get her power."

JJ HAS A MEME DAY

@bayouroyalty​ sent: “Get behind me NOW.”

JJ doesn’t listen but her head shoots up in the direction of the loud footsteps that had just come through the bar door. She and Hayley Marshall had agreed to meet here, to talk. But so far, JJ still finds that she’s coming up on nothing. Talking in circles, an endless web of Hayley keeping her and the information she needs at arm’s length. Her team is coming up on loose end after loose end. They’re all losing their patience and so is she. 

The bar door crashes loud against the wall behind it. JJ swears one of the men is bearing teeth. His eyes are dark. She’s seen it before. In the alley. 

“Like hell,” JJ mutters, her hand on her gun at her side. She stands, beside Hayley and address the group currently advancing on them. “Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

@bayouroyalty​  sent  ❛   i  really  don’t  get  it .  ❜

 “ What  exactly?.  There’s  so  much  going  on  or  that  went  on  that  I’m  having  a  hard  time  figuring  out  what  you’re  talking  about.”  a  confused  frown  settles  on  her  face.  The  presence  of  the  hybrid  around  the  school  wasn’t  anything  new,  but  Jade  still  struggles  to  understand  why  would  she  be  coming  to  her  for  clarification  on  whatever  it  is  she’s  talking  about.

HEAD CANON / META

I don’t know if I ever talked about this before, but I know it’s been mentioned in threads. But it’s a personal head canon that slayers have something akin to spidey senses that alert them when a demon, vampire, werewolf, other supernatural beings are near by / close. It’s why they’re able to know when a vampire is lurking around a corner, etc. So with that, Faith always refers to knowing that some supernatural is near by calling it her spidey senses.

Hair on the back of her neck and arms stand on end like she’s gotten goosebumps and then a sort of buzzing feeling in her chest. It’s neither good or bad, just a little hey, something is here kind of thing. She relies on it heavily while patrolling and in her every day life, to be honest. Though the spidey senses lets her know when supernatural beings are close by, it doesn’t reveal what kind of and it’s not necessarily strong each time.

Werewolves don’t give off a big ping on her radar, especially when they’re in their human form. It’s a low, barely there, kind of buzzing feeling more like a tickle than anything. So over the years she’s been able to register that oh, okay, they’re just a werewolf.

Demons and vampires give off the biggest ping as neither are human. However, human looking demons (like Doyle) do throw her off a but and makes her question whether or not they’re a demon or there’s one nearby. But with vampires, whether they walk around with their human face or are full blown bumpy face, she always knows when there’s a vampire or more as they cause a full body buzzing sensation for her.

Other supernatural beings like angels / fallen angels, ghouls, ghosts, witches / warlocks, etc. don’t give off anything strong like werewolves. She knows something is off about them but that’s about it. So she’ll rely more on her gut feeling in order to figure out what they could be.

Hybrids are something she hasn’t really experienced yet aside from Hayley Marshall ( @bayouroyalty ) and even then she was unaware of what Hayley was. Reason being is that since Hayley is vampire and werewolf, Faith’s senses were all over the place and she couldn’t pin point exactly what she was dealing with. So it’s something that she needs to come into contact with more and actively research in order to strength that intuition.

Now this doesn’t / isn’t something that applies to every slayer or how others interrupt how Buffy and Faith know when something big and bad is lurking. It’s also worth noting that if another muse / character is an “unknown” entity, Faith will never know for sure what they are, she’ll simply have the “something is off” feeling and be on guard. But if for whatever reason you my partners don’t vibe with it, please let me know.

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS LIZ / a blogroll:

@bayouroyalty → medium-high activity hayley marshall @laebeled → medium-high activity brooke davis @geminaes → low activity lizzie saltzman  @sluething →  low activity betty cooper @targetcode →  medium activity ana de armas assassin oc @supervisories → medium activity sophia bush criminal minds oc @awesomegaydar → super low activity santana lopez the blog i will never get rid of @departingsouls → super low activity multi muse why do i have this blog

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 →

This is an independent, mutually exclusive role play blog for an original character based on CBS’ Criminal Minds. Triggering and NSFW content may be present as CM is a show that presents heavily adult themes. Mun is 27 years old, CST timezone, she/her pronouns. Always feel free to hit me up if we’re mutuals and you wanna plot, I’m always very excited to do so. Below you can find more information on Sawyer and other important links.

NOTE: I WILL BE USING GIFS TO RP BUT CAN/HAVE ICONS IF YOU PREFER IT THAT WAY, JUST LET ME KNOW BEFOREHAND WHAT YOU PREFER.

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where else to find liz: @departingsouls​​ (indie multi muse) / @bayouroyalty​​ (indie hayley marshall) / @geminaes​ (indie lizzie saltzman) / @sluething​ (indie betty cooper)

@bayouroyalty​

“Stop. Don’t panic.” She should be telling herself that, honestly, not the very human man in the club who falls under her hypnotic gaze, and not just because her eyeshadow is on point tonight. It’s unnerving- the vamp powers, not the power of makeup- but Hayley’s given her plenty of reasons why she needs to learn these types of skills sooner rather than later. But she’s taking away a human’s free will! They can’t choose not to do this, they can’t fight her! She’s supposed to protect- and there goes the runaway thoughts again. Okay, Buffy. You can do this. 

“Relax. You’re not even here right now, about to be bit, you’re... oh! You’re on a beach. Not Santa Monica. I’m thinking Malibu. Are you a margarita guy or something more macho? I like the... the little umbrellas....” She clears her throat and looks over her shoulder back at Hayley, second guessing herself. “Is this right? It feels kinda in the realm of stage magician or pseudo-shrink and not really... vamp-y.”

@bayouroyalty​

The meeting with the factions went well enough. She thinks. There are too many motivations in a single room to know for sure. But so far, none of them seem too keen about the news that strange magic is what attracted the Slayer to their city. Hopefully a common threat keeps them working together until it’s handled. 

And handle it, Buffy intends to. She mutters something to Willow and breaks off from the group as witches, vampires, werewolves and humans split off and go their separate ways. In a light jog, she catches up to Hayley and touches her elbow. Is that socially acceptable to do with an alpha? Her experience with Oz’s transformations never gave her much of a glimpse into pack hierarchy. Or werewolves with that vampire flavor going for them. Hybrids, so they’re called. Ah well. They’ll live with it. “Hey. Is there somewhere we can speak in private? If that exists with all the super-hearing going around these days. I-it’s kinda important.”

⤮ @bayouroyalty​ 

Rebekah presses the green CALL button and brings the burner phone to her ear. She takes a sip of wine, feigning an unbothered state as she listens to the ringing tone with bated breath. When she hears the other line pick up, all of that anxiety gets shoved out the door. ❝ Finally. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting. How dare you. ❞ 

@bayouroyalty​ 

It was the false sense of security, and a constant need to get away from the compound. 

It’s hard not to underestimate foes as an Original Vampire, over a thousand years old, born to a viking father, and has since travelled the world at the Original Hybrid’s side. They’ve always gotten through. True fear was rarer than even the most precious stones. But then she underestimated a foe she thought to be vanquished, during a morning walk to escape having to watch the woman she loves navigate the compound with a ring on her finger. It’s a mistake that she, for once, thinks may even be fatal. 

Her memory of how they took her is spotty, swimming through a timeline that hardly feels real. It started with the pinch of a needle being shoved into her neck, and the next thing she knows... she isn’t quite sure what she knows. 

She does know that the first injection had the burn of vervain that made her an easy target. But when she wakes up momentarily in a building she doesn’t recognize, she's hooked up to an IV, watching as she gets injected with a liquid that has a fraction of the burn of vervain, but her strength is stolen in ways she can’t wrap her mind around. The witches surrounding her stand waiting with various instruments of mortal death in their grasp: A stake. A knife. Are they supposed to work? Are they supposed to kill her? Is this the weapon the cult boasted about creating?

Heavy, shallow breaths steal her energy and her consciousness fades.

When she wakes again, she first senses the ache in her bones and the chaos in the air around her, but her own thoughts and body can’t move fast enough to catch up. With no one stopping her, she tears the needle connected to the bag of near empty liquid from her arm, and with too much effort to bring any relief, she sits herself up to witness a massacre. 

Limbs and dismembered bodies litter the floor, and continue to do so, as a wolf whose muzzle and teeth drip with blood rips witch and vampire apart indiscriminately. Rebekah knows the blood-soaked coat immediately.

Hayley. 

Rebekah swings her legs over the edge of the bed and stands with great effort like the gravity on earth suddenly increased tenfold, but a witch is there to push her back and hold her to the bed, brandishing a knife. He swipes, cutting her across the chest as she struggles with all her might before punching him in the throat, sending him back a few steps. Rebekah props herself up and catches some of the blood leaking from the wound that doesn’t heal. It’s then that she notices multiple wounds and bruises decorating her body, that have healed no faster than one would expect from a human. Her head snaps up and she widens her eyes at the witch that charges at her again. 

“HAYLEY!” 

@bayouroyalty​

The moment she takes out her suitcases again, she can feel every stare of disapproval from the compound’s residents. But she can’t even blame Nik for questioning her loyalty this time and accusing her for spitting on their ‘always and forever’. Elijah, ever the rational sibling, encourages her to remain close to family for safety after her brief brush with permanent death. Rebekah doesn’t engage at all in conversation with Freya because all it takes is one look to see that her only sister knows more about her reasoning than she should and clearly disapproves of her course of action. Jackson, she ignores as easily as ever. But his fake wife....

As fake as the marriage is, the reason behind its cursed existence is real and crucial for her brother’s alliance, and for Hayley to learn more about her family. There’s no lift in the weight in her chest between the moment when Hayley was crumbling at her bedside and coming to realize that she still has to leave New Orleans for good. At first, it’s because of those political and selfless reasons that she decides to leave. But after experiencing near-death with Hayley by her side, she knows it’s also entirely selfish because the longing has gotten far too much for her to handle. She’s used to quick loses of love. This– slow and drawn out– creates for her a new definition of torture as she sees such a pain reflected in Hayley’s own eyes and still there’s no easy remedy. 

So Rebekah leaves a note for Hayley with the simple message to meet her at Marcel’s gym, away from her siblings with supernatural hearing. It’s not for a confession, but for a firm goodbye to someone who at least deserves the courtesy of privacy when it happens. Rebekah circles the boxing ring, running her hand along the rope enclosing it as she does. Her heartbeat is in her throat with each passing second until finally, the door swings open. She ceases her pacing immediately and turns to face Hayley. 

“Sorry for making you come all this way.” The ache in her chest makes every word come out breathlessly and strained. “But I could do without the staring for a few minutes.”

@bayouroyalty​

The worst-case scenario was supposed to be a rejection of her feelings, which she would know to be a lie. Rebekah would see the denial for what it was, and understand that their current situation in New Orleans would have to be fixed before it was safe to pursue what they want. The best-case scenario– in her imagination– was them driving away together in her 1982 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce with the top down, accepting their eternal life on the run from her brother but never, ever withholding their true feelings from each other again. What she didn’t expect was the other option that Niklaus kept under wraps until the time was right for him, and devastating for her. 

An arranged marriage. The woman Rebekah had intended to finally confess her feelings for would be known as Hayley Marshall-Kenner, in order to secure an alliance between the Crescent wolves and Nik’s hybrids. Even without knowing the nature of their relationship, her brother still managed to break her heart another time more than she can bear. Perhaps she will be driving off into the sunset after all, but it will be alone, and she will be more broken than she can let her family or their enemies see. If she doesn’t tear the compound down with her own fangs and nails first. It seems like a far more doable task than packing at the moment. Rebekah stares at her wardrobe, inside of which she knows is a suitcase. She’ll give it a week, at most, so no one becomes suspicious about her timing and the formal, impersonal meeting about marriage that she’d walked in on before she takes her leave from New Orleans for good. When the door opens, Rebekah quickly attempts to make herself look busy by shuffling through her makeup at her vanity. “Shouldn’t you be getting to know your strapping betrothed? Or are you expecting wedding gifts already? You’ll have to send me your registry.” 

plotted starter @bayouroyalty​

Out in the Bayou -- find a woman named Hayley Marshall. They woman they had spoken to was clear about her instructions and where to find the answers they’re looking for. Garcia had run the name and come up with a whole lot of nothing. Dead parents, a boating accident, no real record, no real existence otherwise. It’s either a great sign or the worst one and JJ has a feeling that no one lives with a pack of other people out in the Bayou with absolutely no history unless they have something to hide. 

She assumes she does have something to hide. This whole city does. That’s the way of a place like New Orleans, rooted in history, tragedy, darkness. And somehow also, every aspect of the occult that one could possibly find. The teams there because of a rash of recent tourist deaths. Puncture wounds in their necks, drained of blood. Somehow it’s not the first time they’ve seen kills that look like they come from Vampires. It’s the kind of kill that doesn’t point to someone like Hayley Marshall but they’ve been wrong before. 

Morgan stays outside, talking to two men with beards and bad haircuts who had first insisted that Hayley wasn’t there before they saw the badges. JJ goes to the door of the house they’d pointed to and knocks until a woman answers, 

“Hayley Marshall? I’m Agent Jareau with the FBI. We’d like to ask you a few questions.”

@bayouroyalty​ said: 🍻/ get hayley drunk for once

Rebekah pours a heavy hand when she’s sober let alone when she’s already tipsy. And tonight, her heavy-handed pours have favored Hayley’s glass more than her own. “So let me get this straight: As many times as we’ve been to parties, as many times as I’ve been plastered and you haven’t...” She muses as she pours the last of the drink into Hayley’s glass. “...and as many times as I’ve tried to get you drunk, what does it in the end... what makes Hayley Marshall finally cave, is eggnog?” Though it’s clear that Rebekah is far from disappointed. Her cheeks are bright red from the alcohol as she laughs and sets aside the empty bottle while the fireplace in front of them crackles and pops. “Tell me love: How are you feeling?”

@bayouroyalty​ said: [ bubble bath ]

“–Do you think it’s enough, my love?” The rose petals resting atop the bubbles and scattered around the outside of the bath on the floor are perhaps the tamest Valentine’s Day performance Rebekah Mikaelson could author. But after everything they’ve been through, it’s not about performance. It’s the intimacy. The romance in breathing each other in and savoring the very presence of the other. It’s the way when Rebekah sets her empty champagne glass on the small table besides the bath and leans back against Hayley that she can listen to her heart beat loud like a drum and find her wherever she reaches. A hand, a knee, a thigh, all on either side of her. Her love is everywhere. A smirk can be heard in her voice when she speaks again. “Perhaps I should’ve compelled that string quartet after all.”