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Alex was an orphan.
(Her parents were gone, whether they’d abandoned her or died, she was never going to find them.)
She was jostled around the foster system her entire life, going from family to family.
(She never really lasted long, as the families she lived with all thought there was something wrong with her. She didn’t have friends for much the same reason.)
Alex spent all her time absorbing all available knowledge, learning all the information she possibly could.
(One of her foster siblings taught her how to hack before he got sent off to Juvie. She took his mistakes and learned from them. She hasn’t been caught. At this point, it really wouldn’t make a difference if she was.)
She’d stayed in NYC, so she’d managed to stay at the same school. It got easier in middle school, as she got a free metrocard so she didn’t have to be escorted, and she started at the school she’d spend the rest of her life at.
(Uniforms in public schools were becoming a thing, apparently, and her foster parents were always happy that they just had to buy a weeks worth of uniforms and the occasional pair of shoes, maybe a shirt that she could wear with the skirts.)
One (late) Friday night after a school event (she’d been there for the community service hours she ‘needed’ to graduate) she’d been Embraced.
(No one noticed she’d gone till she didn’t turn up for school that Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday...)
Alex’s sire was a giant Crone Gangrel Carnon named Lucifer, and she was his only childer.
(Waking up in an apartment above a club with eyes like a goats and bumps on her hairline was weird, but she grinned at her reflection [That she had to concentrate on, but she was ignoring that for the moment].
(This felt right.)
And she got smacked around a bit but Lucifer, but she smacked right back.
(One night, he’s pissed because of some Coterie of goddamn neonates and he starts screaming curses at her, and the entire club starts grinning when Alex starts screaming insults right back.
(Which was amusing, as she’s a 5’7” 17 year old in a uniform dress and he’s a giant with huge horns and a biker outfit.
(And, also, she’d going to get beat the fuck down, of course.
(...Right?
(Because what it looks like is Lucifer is actually arguing with her, and he even looks...amused?
(Well, amused as he ever is.)
Alex honestly expected the backhand a lot earlier than she actually got it, but pushed herself off the floor and turned to glare-
At Lucifer handing her a leather jacket off the wall, the symbol to mark ones initiation into the Carnon.
(And it was musty, and old, and smelled like, at least 3 different people, but it was hers, she’d earned it, it wasn’t given by someone trying to buy her affection, it immediately became her favorite item.)
She was in the room when the Nossie started in on her Dad’s ‘gay, sissie horns’ and knew to get out, and she called him after to let him pretend to not care about her.
(And yes, he was Dad, because it was the story of her life that the evil old vampire who turned her ended up being the her first and best working relationship.)
She was also sitting quietly in the corner of the booth as Lucifer got progressively angrier as his advisors advised him to put her in a coterie to keep everyone happy. When he turned to her to ask her her opinion, she knew she had to say yes.
Because he would-could never order her away, not really, and if he didn’t, it could cause so many problems.
So she agreed, and didn’t look at her father as he tossed the table halfway across the room and finally agreed.
(She could see how happy they were to be rid of her as she was driven across the city, but didn’t know how bad they wanted her gone till they yanked her jacket off- “Lucifer’s orders”- and shoved her down a manhole, and into a Nossie lair.)
Alex pulled herself up and blinked at the giant gun that was shoved in her face, the jittery Mehket, and the two Nossies (one of whom the won who’d mouthed off to Dad, she was pretty sure.). She let herself relax marginally when the gun went down to reveal the vampire behind it,
“She’s not a threat, relax.”
Which showed to be premature when the Mehket blurted out,
“Not a threat? She’s Lucifer’s childer!”
And she was sprayed with crap beer from the Nossie who she was pretty damn sure at this point had been the one to mouth off to her Dad.
“Why are you here?”
“I dunno, he said something about a coterie-”
“No.” The Mehket and familiar Nossie snapped it out at the same time, and the other Nossie shrugged.
“I dunno, isn’t he more likely not to attack us if his childer is with us?”
Through the bickering and being brought back up topside and asked how she was liking being a vamp, is when Alex realized that this was that coterie, the one that her Dad despised.
(And yes, he was still her Dad, ‘cause there was absolutely nothing about what those fucking druids had done that seemed in her dad’s MO. If Dad didn’t want her to have a jacket, he’d have taken it himself.)
She’s taken along when the group go to investigate whatever is going on under their lair (or, half of their lair, the girl apparently lives elsewhere) and is set upon by a hoard of rotting Kind.
(They just make it out.)
She gives out her phone number and limps back to her apartment,
(The one she woke up in, above a club, that would matter more if she actually needed to sleep)
Showers and bandages her wounds, not quite up to poaching a human form downstairs.
She’ll give then a week or so, and then.
Well.
It depends on what happens.