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To most, Elinor Fairmont breezes through life with perfectly manicured nails and a sugary smile, her biggest worry being a bad hair day (anything more pressing than that can be erased by Daddy’s money).
Good thing she doesn’t give an utter shit about what the normal world thinks.
She’s never been one to dally around with humans, not like her kid sister–even though it had been simple, child’s play, really, to be Homecoming queen in high school, she couldn’t care less about the friends or the popularity. How could she, when something so much greater was in store for her?
Power, real power, was something that ran in her veins from birth. As the firstborn daughter of the Keeper-in-Waiting, Elinor had always known that one day, it would fall upon her to guard the Emerald Malkia, to wield the status and wealth and influence that came with the mother serpent. What does it matter that the humans around her think her vapid and spoiled, think her a daddy’s girl who’s never done a hard day’s work in her life? They have no idea what lurks behind her blonde curls and lipstick collection.
She is cunning and calculated, and most importantly, she is willing to do whatever it takes–fight fang and nail, get her hands dirty–to ensure that the power that someday will be hers stays in their family’s hands. That is what she wants, more than anything. More than finding love, which she has well enough of already, and perhaps will never want. Elinor certainly doesn’t want it right now, not when things are finally sliding into place.
The thing is, Elinor’s not human. And despite the charade their family puts on to stay in Savannah, to fly under the radar like her parents want, she doesn’t try to be human. Elinor is an Atwood Legacy vampire, and she embraces everything that entails. She even finds mild entertainment in it, taking her trophies from each drained, drunk young man that rolls into the lake. There’s a kind of exhilarating freedom in the knowledge that she will live forever, that these insignificant lowlifes that kiss her in the bar bathrooms are contributing to that, however unknowingly.
Elinor’s siblings never enjoyed the intricacies of vampirism as much as she does. Even as bloodthirsty as Oliver is (or at least, as she made him out to be), he and Juliette were always the more sensitive of the three. Her Sweet Little has been struggling lately, trying to keep the hunger pangs at bay with those pills–a futile effort, if you ask her. She’s been pushing Juliette to get it over with and push away that moral quandary of hers, because morality is different when you’re like them. Their kind outdates human concepts of good and evil–there is merely life, death, and the power that connects such things.
Juliette’s too softhearted for her own good, and while she loves her little sister with every bone in her body… It’s way past time for her to grow up. Oliver, on the other hand. Her evil twin, or so her family thinks–he hadn’t done anything wrong back then, not really. Not that he remembers, at least. Elinor can’t say what made her use her powers on him, what made her twist the family’s perception of him so badly that he was exiled to another continent: boredom, perhaps, or just for entertainment’s sake.
There’s a special kind of venom that drips from her tongue, unique to her alone. While Elinor would be perfectly happy with the skillset of a normal Legacy (who is she kidding?), her additional ability is a finely-honed weapon when she needs it to be. With a few choice words and a gaze, anything she doesn’t want people to remember disappears. It’s good for when she needs a scapegoat, or for when late-night liaisons inevitably end with her snack lightheaded and weak in the knees–not in a good way for them, at least. Elinor’s more than willing to stick to the routine, to stay out late and pretend she’s hungover in the office the next morning, biding her time until she can finally step into what’s hers.
Though she might only be heir to the Keeper-in-Waiting, the day will come when the Malkia falls into her hands.
She’s willing to sit pretty and wait for now, at least.