LEGAL NAME: Talon Michael Brandon
NICKNAMES: Tal, Tally, Tally Hoe, T, Pumpkin, Casper
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Vampire
DATE OF BIRTH: 5/15/1929
APPEARS TO BE: 23
ACTUAL AGE: 96
PLACE OF BIRTH: #Floridaman - Pensacola
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New Orleans, Louisiana
PARENT(S): Caitlyn & Daniel Brandon
SIBLING(S): Open
CHILDREN: None yetSEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Engaged - /LavenderLuck
OCCUPATION(S): Bartender | Drug dealer | Shadow Den Pack Member
Personality and Appearance
PERSONALITY:Addictions: Nicotine, caffeine, cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, codeine, ketamine
Traits:Talon is very cocky, sarcastic, witty, and stubborn. He is a flirt and enjoys getting under the skin of others. He is fiercely loyal, protective, and secretly a big teddy bear.
APPEARANCE:EYE COLOR: Red, pale/icy blue contacts to mimic their once human hue
HAIR COLOR: Naturally black, dyes it sometimes
SKIN TONE: Pale af
MAKEUP: Often wears eyeliner, eyeshadow and does various marks on face
BUILD: Slim
HEIGHT: 6'2
PIERCING(S): Right nostril, left side of bottom lip
TATTO(S): All over
Verses: Anything supernatural (not the show) based
Writing Style: Third person, multi-para
Key Notes:!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!! I can be very slow to respond due to RL - patience is a must. If you're here for smut, go ahead and delete me. NO DRAMA. Mutes get deleted after 3 months of silence.
"Then we'll fight." Rosalie said, obvious determination in her voice as she looked at the family. Talon was somebody who fit into the Cullen family like a glove, and he always would. The blonde had grown used to him, and even though his antics sometimes got on her nerves, she knew that he meant well and would do anything for his sister and their family.
Rosalie, don't get ahead of yourself. Carlisle said, and Rosalie rolled her hues, looking at everybody with obvious disgust in her eyes. She knew that the Volturi wanted a fight, so why not bring them a fight? They could stand up against them, and the blonde wasn't letting anybody hurt her family or her niece, that was something she knew with all of her heart.
Her eyes looked at Talon, and she pursed her lips. "What else do you know about the Volturi?" She asked solemnly, her eyes looking at the male as she considered his thinking and what he knew to be used as leverage. She knew they could win this battle over the Volturi, but Carlisle was hesitant, because he didn't want to lose anybody, that much Rosalie understood.
However, they couldn't lose Renesmee either. They couldn't let anybody take the miracle child from their family and from their hearts. Rosalie had become attached, and she wouldn't let anybody hurt her, even if it meant that she had to go up against the Volturi by herself in the end. She refused to let them win, something they thought they already did.
Bella stoked the fire with the fire poker, bringing the flames back to merrily crackling in the grate. It was Christmas Eve, and she was currently sitting in her home with Talon. The young couple were spending the evening together, with Charlie away on a fishing trip. She didn’t know how much of Christmas she wanted to celebrate with people, but she knew that out of everyone, Talon was her safe space. Spending the evening with him cozied up in front of the fire sounded like a good idea to her. The best idea, in fact.
Once she was sitting back down on the couch, she curled up into her boyfriend’s side, laying her head on his shoulder as the fire crackled in the grate. She knew the amber hues were reflected in her own eyes, dancing like elongated shadows in the pools of amber. Tonight was a night for them and about them, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, Bella pulled back and pressed her forehead against his. She loved these types of nights and lived for them. When she was locked away in the safety of her home, away from every bad thing that wanted to hurt her. Talon had been admirable in her recovery period after Riley, never pushing her to talk about what happened, and just offering a listening ear for when she did want to talk about it. She couldn’t thank him enough.
“Tally,” she murmured, not too keen on disrupting the quiet and still night around them. She kept her voice soft. “I want to thank you for helping me make it to Christmas.” She paused to press a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw, reveling in the cool, smooth skin there. She knew that Talon didn’t have to stick around. That he could have chosen any moment to leave and yet, here he was. She loved him infinitely in that moment.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I’m just grateful we’re spending Christmas together.” Truer words wouldn’t ever be spoken, Bella thought to herself. She was grateful that it her and Talon tonight. She just needed a night to breathe. “Merry Christmas, baby.” She whispered against his ear, lips brushing along the skin there. She leaned back down and placed her head on his shoulder, staring at the merry fire once more.
Vampires. What was there to really say about them except the fact that Bella’s world seemed to be filled with them? Since moving to Forks, Washington, it was like her life had become a Halloween storybook. And, the most gruesome one at that. She had just been released from the confines of Riley’s cellar a few short weeks ago, and she still had a traumatizing and debilitating fear about everything. Her friends and family all tried to help her but, as she brought the cigarette to her lips – a newfound habit – she knew their words were empty platitudes. That they didn’t hold much merit to her or for her.
And she had accepted that. She had accepted that her life bled like the open wound of some macabre battle wound. Knew that the words fell off pages endlessly and fell into deaf ears. Who was listening to her cry for help?
Then there was Tally. Talon Hale had proved to be a light for her in her life. A light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He hadn’t expected her to open up about her time away – not that she thought she could – and he definitely hadn’t made her open up about the injustices Riley put her through. She appreciated that more than she could possibly express. And, what better time to live in a Halloween storybook than during the month of October?
Bella had been with Riley from July-September, so she had been getting acclimated to society once more for the past month. Musing as she took a sip of her black coffee, she realized some days she did better than others. Then, with an indelicate snort, she realized that others were hard as fvck and she didn’t want anything to do with the world.
But, it was currently Hallow’s Eve. That was a night she could enjoy. Well, enjoy as much as she could. She knew that she wouldn’t be handing out any candy to trick-or-treaters. In fact, she was going to turn off the porch light and sit in the quiet of her home with a good horror movie. Preferably one from the eighties. She needed the distraction. She ashed her cigarette, taking one more drag off it before snubbing it out altogether. Charlie would kill her if he ever found out she smoked, let alone, smoked in the house. She chuckled dryly, moistening her lips with her tongue. What the fvck did she care if her dad found out she smoked? It wasn’t like she was the same person she had been when she first moved to Forks. Life and loss had hardened her up.
Bella expelled a soft sigh as she watched the leaves falling from the trees. It was definitely fall – Halloween and all that it entailed was right around the corner – and there was a sense of excitement in the air. Bella didn’t know if she wanted to celebrate Halloween this year. Normally, she lived for dressing up and having a spooky night out, but with all the sh*t that went down because of Riley…she just wasn’t sure if she was in the mood to celebrate.
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Bella sat outside of Tally’s window ledge, feet dangling over the sill. It had been three weeks since Riley had kidnapped her and she was finally opening up to the one person she felt the most safe with. “It wasn’t easy.” Her voice was carried away with the wind, the night air stealing it from her lungs the way Riley stole her innocence from her. “Not a single thing about my time in captivity was easy.” She paused, looking at her boyfriend. “But Tally? I f***ing survived. Riley didn’t win. He didn’t break me completely.”
She swallowed back a sob that wanted to burst free from her throat. But she wouldn’t. She’d be damned before Riley was capable of pulling tears from her. She had been stoic and strong when he had kidnapped her; never crying about spilled milk and the things he chose to do to her. She knew Tally didn’t need to know all the details but part of her was dying to scream the poison from her. She wanted to tell him. He made her feel safe and that was a feeling lacking from her life as of late.
“Riley…he wasn’t gentle. He just took and he took. Things that weren’t his to take. He made it seem like I belonged to him,” Bella said in a quiet voice. A sharp, brittle laugh left her lips. “We all thought James was the hunter and that Victoria had her darkness too; they were nothing compared to Riley. Riley…he likes pain. Is quite fond of it.”
She fell silent here, snagging a cigarette from his carton and plucking it between her lips. Bending low over the lighter, she lit it, trying to shield the flame from the wind. Inhaling a drag, she blew out the smoke in a cloud, looking out over the yard at his house. She hadn’t ever expected to fall in love with Talon. Alice’s brother was quiet and a loner; he really kept to himself. Perhaps that’s what drew Bella in. She liked the mystery to him.
Taking another drag, she ran her thumb over the lighter as she stared at nothing and everything all at once. “Riley is a prick and I hope he dies.” Her voice was firm; Bella had never wished death on anyone before. There was Edward, who had killed James and Victoria to keep her safe, but she had never asked him to do that. Now, she’d ask someone, anyone, to kill Riley. Biting her lip, she raised her eyebrows as she looked at Tally. “I said no, you know?” Her voice was barely there; a whisper in the night air. “I told him I didn’t want…want…that. I asked him not to do it. I threw f***ing punches…” her voice trailed off into a scoff. “Didn’t do me a lick of good.”
She fell silent, looking out at the yard before she slowly turned back to Tally, tears thick in her throat that she refused to let fall. “So. I guess that begs the question: why me?”
Bella stood on the forest floor, staring at the blood that was pouring out of the victim’s body. She dropped to her knees, trying to staunch as much of the blood flow as she could. Where was Tally? He was supposed to meet her for their little meeting in the woods. She hadn’t want Charlie Swan to catch wind of them getting together and asked to meet in the woods behind her house. She had headed there first and this is what she had come across. A person who had been mutilated so badly that Bella didn’t know what they looked like past the deep cuts marring their skin. There had been rumors of someone lurking in Forks – someone who wanted to bring harm to the humans there, and
Bella knew she shouldn’t be on her own, in the woods, as an open and vulnerable target. But she couldn’t just leave the woman on her own, either. She didn’t have the heart to. Tears thick and hot in her throat, she swallowed the lump that had formed there as the woman’s hand went to clutch her own. “D-Don’t leave m-me.” She coughed out these words, voice painfully quiet, and Bella stared down at her as tears gathered in her eyes.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she shook her head, lip trembling. “I won’t.” She choked out, tears falling down her face. What kind of monster had done this to her? Who could have the heart to do something as bad as grotesque murder? Bella squeezed the woman’s fingers, feeling her squeeze her own back feebly. She was weak and she didn’t have very long left. The woman smiled at her.
“Thank you for staying,” she pushed past her lips. Then her eyes stared at nothing in the sky and Bella knew she was dead. She screamed.
“Tally! WHERE ARE YOU?” Bella screamed out against the pain she felt, not giving a damn if she alerted the killer to her once more. There was a monster in Forks. Someone murdering innocent people in the fall and Bella was determined to figure out what the hell was going on.
