Juliet and Sophie

Trying to expand on Juliet some more, give her some more backstory, etc.

I refer to her having Obfuscate 3 in this story; rest assured, this is not something she has now, but just one of the many abilities that she had once but has since been lost in her torpor. She doesn't even remember that she once had the ability to obfuscate.

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Juliet had had a productive couple of years.

It was the late 1800s, and she was enjoying herself immensely. Things were finally looking up for her. She had learned from a Mehket friend one of their most closely guarded secrets; the secret of making yourself invisible, a silent witness to the events that unfolded around you.

Juliet's girlfriend of the time was a perfect subject for her suriveillance, too; her name was Sophie, and she was a werewolf, as had become the norm for Juliet. Werewolves were out of control and tended to kill things that they loved. As long as Juliet avoided the werewolf's claws, she could be a witness of the aftermath of this destruction - and with her newfound ability, that was a piece of cake.

Sophie had five children and a husband - a husband she wasn't in love with, of course, but a husband who made a suitable father for the children and who was able to provide for them. Sophie had never dreamt of love, just of stability. But with both Juliet and her husband, she had both.

Of course, her husband had begun to suspect. How could he not, with Sophie spending nearly every night off with either Juliet or her pack. And Juliet, for her part, had done nothing to lesson his suspicions, even sometimes planting items of men's clothing around the house for the husband to find and fret about.

This night, as Juliet stood silently in a corner, completely invisible, she watched the final confrontation.

It started out as an argument; an argument that got more and more heated as time wore on. Juliet could see Sophie struggle to maintain control of herself, trying to suppress her rage.

But Sophie was a Rahu, and that was not in the nature of these beasts. When her husband accused her of being involved with one of her packmates, it was the last straw. This small, mild-mannered woman all of a sudden became a giant, furry killing machine. She roared at her husband, and, with a quick swipe of her monstrous paw struck three clean gashes into his chest.

The look of horror and disgust on the man's face before the life left his eyes made Juliet's heart leap as she felt, for one fleeting moment, the strength of his grief and confusion.

Sophie roared again, and that gargantuan head began tearing at the man's flesh, and swallowing it, crunching the bones as though they were nothing.

Juliet went up the stairs, and ceased her appearance of invisibility; one by one, she went to each of the children and with the power of her majestic charisma, convinced them to go into the lounge room.

Five children came running down the stairs; children who had no idea what was about to happen. When they entered the room, the beast saw them, attracted to the movement, and dispatched with them, too.

Eventually, Sophie recovered from the rage, but it was too late. She sat there, in the middle of the piles of flesh and the pools of blood, sobbing.

Juliet made her entrance here.

"Sophie? What's happened?" She asked, her face contorted into a very convincing mask of concern.

Sophie said nothing, as Juliet sat beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry, honey. These things happen." She said, smiling despite herself.

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Ten days later, under the light of the full moon, Sophie and Juliet stood, hand in hand.

Sophie was not over her actions by any stretch of the imagination. But she had become determined, under Juliet's schooling, to go to a place where the pain would leave her, where she could be in peace.

And so, the pair of them made a toast to the full moon, Sophie muttering a prayer in first tongue, as they drank the poison together.

Sophie fell asleep for one final time.

Juliet, as a vampire, was unaffected by the poison. She watched Sophie die with a smile.

The grief that they'd shared, the grief that Juliet had caused, it made her feel something that she felt so rarely these days.

It made her feel alive.

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Juliet, today, remembers only the werewolf killing her own children, and the suicide that resulted.

She does not even remember Sophie's name.

She is no even certain whether or not she embraced Sophie. Can a werewolf be embraced?

Perhaps Sophie is out there, somewhere, and has found out exactly how much of a hand Juliet had in the events of that fateful night.

Perhaps Sophie is a powerful vampire seeking her revenge.

Or perhaps Sophie just died by her own hand, and that was that.