Bridget Grace James. 23/1106.
Original vampire/Premonition.


I'm Bridget, also known as the original bitch, the psychic vampire or that brunette vampire with a lot of attitude. I design clothes for my own fashion line called Clothes Over Bro's, and I'm very protective over those I love.


Status: Single.
Humanity: On.
Magic anon: None.


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I’m In Here || Bridget & Gretchen 

maleficent-witch:

"Hotter than Patrick Swayze, please." Gretchen scowled, tossing her red hair over her shoulder in annoyance. "I have zero enemies, people love me here. So I actually wouldn’t be surprised if you took the sissy way out and killed me off that way." The woman rolled her eyes, staring around. "Now what? What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Zero enemies in your head, you mean." Bridget commented with a roll of her eyes. She loosely crossed her arms to her chest, eyebrows elevating some. "And yet I’m not the one walking around like Casper, am I?" she added, noticing how the redhead was looking around, as if she really didn’t know what she was supposed to do know, as a ghost. "How am I supposed to know? Do annoying ghostly things. Wander around or something."

para: gretchen  







A threesome? 

gabriellahalstead:

Am I?

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Are you gonna deny that now? Might hurt my feelings.

chat: gabriella  







A threesome? 

gabriellahalstead:

Good.

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Always knew you were into me.

chat: gabriella  







I’m In Here || Bridget & Gretchen 

maleficent-witch:

Of all people, it had to be a particular petite thousand year old vampire. “Oh, fantastic, the one person I’d love to try this out on.” Gretchen smirked, reeling her arm back and slapping Bridget across the face. Or attempted, anyway. Her hand soared clear through the brunette all together, leaving the redhead stunned. “You’ve got to be kidding me…why the hell am I a ghost?” 

Bridget didn’t flinch or anything, even if Gretchen had managed to hit her, it wouldn’t exactly hurt. Though when her hand moved right through her, she scoffed, followed by an amused laugh. “Oh, no. You’re like Patrick Swayze now.” the brunette gasped, feigning shock, placing a hand to her chest to give her words more effect. Bridget had to try hard not to laugh, because she really did find this quite entertaining if she was honest. Gretchen was a ghost, and she appeared to hate it, which only fueled Bridget’s amusement. She wasn’t really questioning why Gretchen had become a ghost, she simply stood there, placing the straw to her mouth to drink some of her milkshake, devious eyes staring at the redhead. “Maybe somebody stabbed you in your sleep. Probably me.”

para: gretchen  







I’m In Here || Bridget & Gretchen 

maleficent-witch:

Her hand slipped through the doorknob, as though it were a hologram. A really believable hologram. “What the hell?” Gretchen stared, attempting to get a grasp on the gold handle. Again, and again, and again. She took a step back to charge at her door, and instead passed completely through it. Gasping in shock, the redhead stumbled out onto the streets, glancing back at her home and around her. The woman made it to the Town Square, still reeling from what had just happened. People looked at her, or at least she thought so, but if somehow she’d just become a freaking ghost, there wasn’t a way to actually have her tell until someone spoke to her. And the annoyance rid her of the fear of looking ridiculous. “Someone please tell me they can see me!” 

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Bridget had just gotten herself a strawberry milkshake at town square, and was on her way home again. As she walked through the streets of Mystic Falls, she let herself stare around, eyes soon falling upon a familiar redhead who was acting… well, really weird. The vampire stopped in her tracks nearby, watching Gretchen, still not sure what the girl was doing. She gave a flustered look, but if she was seeing this correctly, then the witch was having a hard time with something, though Bridget had no idea what the could be. To her, Gretchen was just acting like a freak, and she had no idea what was going on with the girl. Her arms crossed loosely to her chest before pacing over to the redhead, a smirk decorating her lips when she heard the female exclaim in panic. She couldn’t help but enjoy this, it was just too good. “Preparing for the insane asylum already, Gretch?”

para: gretchen  







Heart of darkness || Bridget & Jocelyn 

jocelynlambert:

The demon hated the fact, but she was impressed by Bridget. The vampire was clearly strong and powerful and knew just what to do with it. There was still a hatred there though, there was nothing the demon hated more than being beaten.  ”Why thank you, you’re the sweetest crazy original vampire I’ve ever met.” The demon eyed the metal pole warily. “Just what do you plan on doing with that?”

"That’s me. Though I prefer original bitch. I’ve had that title since… Well, forever." Bridget said, noticing the demon casting a glance to the bar in her hands. She couldn’t help that devious look from coming into her eyes, it just happened naturally, and was usually there when she was in her element - entirely. "Oh, with this?" the brunette stared down at the object in her hands, pursing her lips to the side and shrugging. "Not sure yet. Might just pierce your heart with it, or your head. Haven’t decided yet. Here’s a thought, you pick, or I’ll have to flip a coin and that never goes the way I want it to."

para: jocelyn  







Heart of darkness || Bridget & Jocelyn 

jocelynlambert:

The demon had definitely been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And she had definitely come across the wrong person. It was almost ironic, the demon had chosen her vessel carefully in order to be underestimated. And that was exactly what Bridget had managed to achieve. The demon had underestimated her and now she was in a bind. Much as the demon hated to admit it, Bridget was right. She had to behave, or she’d be killed. Through gritted teeth the demon spoke. “Original vampire? Damn it. What kind of surprises are those then?”

"You’ll see. I have rocksalt too if you’re hungry. See how much fun our little camping trip is? I’ve stocked up on everything, just for you." Bridget could tell that the demon was turning it down a notch, which was clear proof of the fact that her words alone had had plenty of effect on the creature. "And people tell me I’m not considerate. I’d say this proves them wrong, because I made sure you don’t starve or dehydrate. See, I’m not so bad." she commented, moving to the cellar and breaking one of the bars out, which thankfully didn’t widen the gap too much - she’d hate for the demon to be able to escape. Bridget toyed with the metal object in her hands, looking back to the demon again. "Got you a toy too."

para: jocelyn  







Heart of darkness || Bridget & Jocelyn 

jocelynlambert:

A groan of pain left the demon, the holy water burning through the flesh of her vessel. “I will get out of here, and I will kill you. Who do you think you’re messing with here!?” As the brunette continued to speak though, the demon began to attention. This was something completely unheard of, she cocked her head to the side. “Can’t be killed? There’s nothing on earth that can’t be killed. What are you?”

"The devil’s pathetic slave? Just a shot in the dark." Bridget wasn’t even hiding the fact that she was enjoying this. "But humor me, try to break through the bars. We’re about to see something funny." she mused, suspecting that this demon thing had to be temporary. She couldn’t be sure, but demons in Mystic Falls was rare, so the creature surely wouldn’t stay too long, right? "Oh, there is, honey. It’s called original vampires. Just like how Satan’s your ruler? We’re the rulers of the undead. And much more, by the way. You know, if you behave, I might just let you live and send you back down with an unholy fruit basket. But if you decide to be not so nice, well… I may have a couple of surprises lined up."

para: jocelyn  







Heart of darkness || Bridget & Jocelyn 

jocelynlambert:

The demon hated this, hated being bested and hated being at the mercy of another. She still had her trump card though. The vessel. Most people didn’t like the idea of hurting innocent people and the demon was hoping that would work in her favor. Chuckling humorlessly, the demon looked up at the brunette, curiosity overwhelming her. “What are you? You’re not a demon, that’s for sure. You’re too much of a buzzkill.” The demon was quickly silenced by the appearance of the bottle. Was that what she thought it was? That question was answered the moment the liquid touched her skin. Letting out an inhuman wail, the demon’s eyes blackened, looking up at the vampire. “I’ll kill you for that.” 

Once the holy water came in contact with the demon’s skin, she could see it starting to sizzle, white smoke floating upwards. Bridget stopped pacing and faced the cellar, arms loosely crossing to her chest. “And how are you gonna do that? Walk through the barriers?” her head moved over to one side, a sarcastic laugh leaving her. “Besides, even if you did get out, you stand no chance. You can only possess humans, and guess what? My heart stopped beating about ten centuries ago. I’ll tell you a little secret too…” Bridget lifted a hand to the side of her mouth, as if she was about to whisper something, voice lowering down to a whisper to make it more real. “I can’t be killed.”

para: jocelyn  







Heart of darkness || Bridget & Jocelyn 

jocelynlambert:

The demon quickly roused from it’s slumber, but not quickly enough it seemed. The brunette already had her locked up in some dingy looking place. Probably somewhere far, far away from the town. And far away from any fun that the demon planned on having. She had thought that she was being smart in possessing the witch. She was innocent and sweet looking. Exactly the kind of person that people would underestimate. It was always better to take a vessel like that. You had the element of surprise on your side. Unfortunately, the demon had said the wrong thing to the wrong person, and found herself up again something stronger and more powerful than her. Groaning, the demon glanced over at the woman, her attention on the phone in her hand. “Where the hell am I?”

Vampire hearing was handy most of the time. The second she heard the demon wake up, Bridget lifted her head to look over to the creature. “Oh, good. You’re up, snoozer. I was starting to think you’d sleep the whole day away.” she said, lowering her phone and feeling a smirk tug at the corners of her lips. The brunette pushed herself off the ground, smoothing out her clothes and slowly pacing back and forth in front of the cellar. “Let’s try to think of a fun game to play…” her mouth pursed slightly, as if she was trying to think of something they could do. A moment later, she reached into the inside of her jacket, pulling out a bottle that contained transparent liquid, popping off the cap and pouring it over the demon. If it was one thing they hated, it had to be holy water, and Bridget knew to always come prepared. “I got one! It’s called douse the demon in holy water.” 

para: jocelyn  







Heart of darkness || Bridget & Jocelyn 

The demon had a snapped neck, which wouldn’t kill Jocelyn thanks to the supernatural creature inside of her. Bridget had carried the possessed witch to the woods, placing her down in one of the cellars beneath and making sure she had it locked thoroughly so she knew the demon couldn’t escape. The brunette moved to the opposite side, sliding down against the wall and watching the knocked unconscious demon. It had been a while since she’d thrown down with anyone, and god knew she needed it - craved it even. Besides, it was just a demon, not like those were incredibly strong or anything. Bridget had seen many of them over the centuries, and they were annoying and pesky things. This would probably be the safest option for Jocelyn. If she was locked up, the demon couldn’t get out there to hurt people, or cause chaos and mayhem. Bridget preferred her town in one piece, and if the demon decided to raise hell on it, she had to go and take care of the bodies and whatnot - not really something she felt in the mood for. The vampire had taken out her phone, deciding to occupy herself until the demon would wake up. Maybe she’d take her for another spin sometime soon, it just depended on the mood she’d be in once hell’s hoe would come to. 

para: jocelyn  







jocelynlambert:

You’re not hurting me, the only one you’re hurting is her. 

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Well, since you’re a demon now, I guess I can do this…

… Knock you out, kidnap you, and lock you up, until Satan’s little helper goes back to hell.

chat: jocelyn  did you want to do something with this bby? where bridget locks her up and she wakes up and stuff?  







jocelynlambert:

Aren’t you just full of surprises? 

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I didn’t want to damage the witch too much but now I might have to.

Barely, I just like to play. I was born violent, and it’s been a while since I’ve beaten a demon to a bloody pulp.

chat: jocelyn  







jocelynlambert:

I have no interest in playing with you.

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You may wanna repeat that.

chat: jocelyn  GIRL FIGHTTT!  or well vampire demon fight xD  







jocelynlambert:

Don’t you people ever get tired of the sound of your own voices? I don’t know how the little witch stands it. You all just drone on and on.

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I think you’re confusing us with yourself. But if you wanna play so badly, I’m always game. Wanna bet I’m stronger?

chat: jocelyn