So this big bad vampire walk's into a bar and say's ''Bar keep I'll have a Bloody Slayer!'', looking at the vamp' confused he ask's what one is so the vamp' show's a photo of Faith and he serve's a hardcore drink that has slowly lost it's punch!
That familiar voice creep up behind you, echoing into your ear amidst the loud music in this little dark club, a feeling of someone familiar slithering up and down your spine

Hey. I am Mike.

Ella followed Faith into the next room, her eyebrows raising as she saw all the hostages. She could smell their blood and mile off and she shivered a little. baring her teeth as she growled at the humans, trying to hold herself back. She turned her head and looked at the hooded figures, her eyesbrows raising even more before she turned her head to look at Faith, whispering sharply to her.
"Who the fuck are they?" She asked.

[2/2]
The whole manover took less than 30 seconds, and a grin curled along Ella's lips as she watched him turn to dust.
"Now I feel like a freakin' Slayer," She chuckled, turning her head to look at Faith before glancing at the now unguarded doors. "Slayers first?" She smirked.

[1/2]
Ella folded her arms across her chest, looking at the house as she took in the detail of it. It was old, crappy, and sure, it definatly looked like there was some funny business going down. Her eyes locked on both the vamps and she looked at Faith, observing her as she shot the vampire with her crossbow. Ella had her dagger attatched to her leg and she two had a couple of stakes in the lining of her jacket. She may be a vampire, but she didn't take shit from anyone, especially her own kind. Which made it okay for her to kill them.
She wasn't like Angel, who went around staking vamps for the good of mankind, Ella just did it for the pure hell of it and when they pissed her off.
"You bet I am," Ella smirked as the vampire charged at her, and she crossed her arm over her chest, pulling out the stake quickly before backhanding the vamp across the face and staking him right threw the heart, watching him turn to dust.

roleplay?

[2/2]
She saw Nathan talking to an unfamilair looking brunnette in leather pants, and since Haley wasn't around and she didnt wanna speak to Peyton, she thought she might as well go and talk to her.
"Hey," Brooke said quickly, interrupting Nathan, grinning at him as he gave her a dirty look. She stuck her hand out infront of her for the girl to shake, turning her grin into a welcoming smile. She always liked it when new people came to Tree Hill. "I'm Brooke Davis. But you might know me, from my fashion line and website, Clothes over Bros.com?" She said, trying to be as cheery as possible.

[1/1]
After Brooke's long walk of thinking, and then the sleeping she did when she got back to the house, she finally realised she had to pull herself together for school the next day.
She combed her hair and did her make up all nice, trying to cover the fact that actually she was hurting inside. What was she gonna do when she say Peyton? Most of her wanted to give her a slap but it was best to just stay away and keep her nose clean.
She got a lift with Rachel, who suprisingly was deciding to come to school aswell, even though she had the biggest hangover in the whole world. Normally, when they got to Tree Hill High, Brooke would rush over and see Peyton, but obviously everything had changed since she had told her she was inlove with her boyfriend, Lucas.
"Ex boyfriend," Brooke mumbled out loud to herself, walking into the school with her hands in her pockets.

PART TWO (:

A sad, pale looking girl looked back at her, her makeup smudged from crying and her face all blotchy. She felt like crying again from what she looked like, but she just shrugged it off, shoving her hair up into a ponytail before grabbing a makeup wipe from the side. Damn, Rachel left things lying everywhere. She rubbed the makeup off her face as she threw the wipe into the bin, grabbing a jacket; it could have been hers or Rachels, she didn't know, before slinging it over her shoulders and walking out of the house, slamming the door as she went. She didnt bother locking it because she didnt have a key, Rachel seemed to have took hers whereever she went. Brooke didn't know where she was going, she just shoved her hands in her pockets and walked.

Brooke was laying across her bed, in Rachel's house, pretty much moping around like she'd done the last week or so. She wasn't talking to Peyton. She didn't even want to. She didn't eve want to talk to Lucas, she'd completely shut him out aswell. She sat up a little, twiddling her thumbs as she thought to herself. The old Brooke Davis would have never moped around and gone all depresso over anything, let alone a guy. She could get any guy she wanted. Normally they just fell onto her lap. It was normally Peyton's thing, to be all emo. But now it looked like there was a new Brooke in town.
She could have just stayed were she was and kept feeling sorry for herself, but something clicked in her brain and she realised that actually, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life feeling like this. She was Brooke Davis, she could do whatever the hell she wanted too. So instead, she climbed up out of her bed and walked across the hallway, catching sight of what she looked like in the mirror

I really, really miss you.

hi

Nothin
So I've heard

Just figuring this out?

Busy eh?

Jazz?
CHRIS MORON STOP ADDING ME!

Hello

Hey Faith

hey faith