You (2018), Dir. Victoria Mahoney Season 1 Episode: The Captain 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: ↪ 3.01 “Anne”

[ MELISA ASLI PAMUK, 34, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ] AMARA AYDIN just walked down main street. They are a MANAGER who have been in Silverkeep for 3 YEARS. They are part of the DAWN coven and act as MEMBER. People know them as EMPATHIC & FRIENDLY but also as DISOBEDIENT & SECRETIVE. They are described as BARE FEET IN THE MORNING, THE SMELL OF RAIN IN THE AIR & ORNATE OLD FASHIONED RINGS.

There was a time when Amara had it all; family, friends, love. But it all went away slowly. First, her parents died in an accident, then friends were lost as she grieved the dual deaths, and then, tragedy struck again as her fiancé was killed during war.

Grief was too much for her and she left behind whatever left she had, her sisters and the only life she ever knew, and moved to the United States.

First, she moved around a lot, unable to find a place that felt like home. What she needed was a coven, a place to ground herself and start over. New Orleans called to her and she decided to move there.

She hadn't been in the city for more than a month when she sought out the Dawn Coven and they welcomed her with open arms. She started to work at the Apothecary, finding her place among the other witches of the city.

Still, there are moments when Amara lets the darkness of her past swallow her and becomes sharper around the edges.

Apparently it does. The words sank deep in Charlotte and she couldn't deny them. It had happened here, the other was right. Still, it angered her, somehow. Charlotte couldn't say if it was because of what happened or because it was being put in her face. She had to turn around not to try and stare him down, a second to control herself. She had been a brawler once, not thinking before rush head first, but she couldn't do that anymore, hadn't been that version of herself in a while. "Wonder if they'll arrest the animal who did that," she said with a tired smile. That was the official cover up, one they hadn't use in a long time. "Guess it happens more often in zip codes near a forest or something." Downplaying it was what she had to do, what was expected of her. "Can I get you anything?" / @tcurniquets

Those that were in the know knew. Now, this level of brutality was something that Cord didn't need — he wasn't really into the whole human aspect of things. They tended to just get in the way, if he was honest. Thought they were powerful. Then, you had people like the Crescent pack who patronized them by pretending to work with them. Most might've called it a noble cause, but Cord saw it for what it was. Fear, in both directions. He needed something to eat, he'd been awake since well before dawn. Unsure that he liked it here, he preferred places he could roam. But he was here, and that was that. "Apparently, it does," Cord drawled. "What's the old saying..." Cord tried to think of the leasing agent that showed him his property and her nervous chuckle of, "Crime doesn't have a zip code, or so I was told."

[ ELODIE YUNG, 35/249, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ] FRANCINE SEANG just walked down main street. They are a CEO who has been in Silverkeep for 1 MONTH. They are part of the OBSIDIAN clan and act as SECOND IN COMMAND. People know them as DEDICATED & LOYAL but also HEDONISTIC & BRUTAL. They are described as CRIMSON LIPS, PARTYING ALL NIGHT, A SNARL THAT CAN FREEZE YOUR BLOOD.

MURDER, MISCARRIAGE & DEATH TW

Francine’s story is a cautionary tale for the ages. Born in Paris in 1774 to a family that belonged to the aristocracy, she knew a lavish lifestyle from the moment she took her first breath. The only daughter in the Sean household, she was doted upon, something that angered her. While she liked the attention and endless possibilities that her family’s wealth gave her, she wanted more.

The Seang family were known as a legacy in the supernatural world, hunters and black magic objects with a reputation for being as ruthless as the monsters they were chasing. And Francine wanted in more than anything. And it was by showing on one of their hunts and taking down a vampire that she showed her family she was just as good as the others. From then on, she trained with her brothers and was allowed out after dark.

The family needed to keep the appearances, attending soirées, balls, and all sorts of events were required. And somehow, Francine always found a way to step out of line all while remaining charming. She became known as the life of the party, envied and hated by the other girls and sought out by the boys.

When the time came, Francine had to marry, an unmarried woman always being frowned upon. The match was one made by her family, a man who dealt in the same kind of things as the Seang. It was mostly a loveless marriage, one of convenience for both. There were moments of tenderness but they always seemed to be followed by screams from both. He wanted Francine to be a dutiful wife and stop hunting. And that was something she would never do. They seemed to be unable to bore children, something that did weight on Francine who dreamed of having a daughter who could follow in her footsteps. There were miscarriages, many of them, and the last one almost left her for dead. Maybe that was why she had been more careless that night.

Her father had recently killed a vampire’s mate, the one left behind was hell bent on revenge. And she wanted the Seang to pay, every single one of them. Death was too clement for what they did and only one thing would truly hurt them. And that’s how Francine became a vampire, taken by surprise and turned into what her family hated the most. The vampire who turned her thought that the Seang would forced to kill their only daughter, causing them great pain. But like it happened so often, someone was underestimating Francine.

When the Seang realized what Francine was, they tried to kill her and fought until their last breath, all of them. With an instinct for survival more powerful than anything, Francine was the only one to walk out of her family’s house that night. And by the time the bodies were discovered, she had fled France.

Francine traveled Europe, changing her name every time. When she left her life behind, she took every penny her family had, along with priceless artifacts and dark magic objects. Secured away, she let them become legends, things that no one alive ever saw. It wasn’t until the 1900′s that she took her name back and started to build her own fortune through the dealings her family once did. The value of the objects in her possession was unable to even put a price on, which attracted a lot of buyers.

Meeting the Obsidian coven was the end of her life on her own, family having found the family she always wanted. These days, she is a very powerful and rich CEO of a tech company, investing in the right places before most even thought to do so.

Zoey had barely touched her meal and Charlotte couldn't blame her. She had barely eaten yet, surviving mostly on coffee. She would have to go to the town square later tonight, to see if anything could be tracked and she didn't want to do it at all. "Yeah, dad and the others worked hard for things like that to be keep far from here." They were both very younger the last time such a thing happened. "I hope not but honestly? It's not looking good for them." Maybe she should have reassured her sister, lie and tell her that everything would be fine. But that had never been her style. Charlotte never liked when people kept her in the dark and she made certain her siblings knew what was going on. Even when Zoey was a child, Charlotte did her best to explain things as they were. Maybe she had screwed up her sister for life by not protecting her from the truth, but if there was damage done to any of the Brennan, the Alpha blamed their mother for it. "Have you walked by the town's square?" Not that Charlotte wanted her sister to see such a gruesome thing. There was something strong in her, a need to protect her siblings. "The council had me go early this morning, before the news got out and I have to go back later. See if I can pick up a track or something."

zoey’s mind had been preoccupied since the discovery of the body. she had come to grab a bite, but she hadn’t touched her meal yet. one hand supported her head, elbow on the counter, while the other turned the glass of water next to her plate endlessly. in her mind, she kept going back to the town square.

her sister’s words brought her back to the family bar and the younger brennan hummed in agreement. “it’s been a while.” she shifted ever so slightly in her seat. “do you think the other two students will share the same fate?” she was mindful of the ears in the bar. her question seemed simple, in place, but it contained darker implications. she wondered: will they die if they hadn’t already been killed and will their bodies be displayed as well if they had?