Creepypasta OC

Suzanne 'Suzie' Wright

Species: Dhampir

Age: 121 (Looks to be in her late 20s)

Gender: Female

Powers/Abilities: Immortality, regeneration, mild shapeshifting

DOB: December 15, 1899

Orientation: Straight

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blonde

Theme Song: Triggered by Chase Atlantic

Personality: Jaded, cynical, sarcastic

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Suzanne is a dhampir, which is the offspring of a human and a vampire. Her mother is a vampire, and her dad is a human. She was born in the year 1899. Because her dad was a mortal human, and her mom was an immortal vampire, he died when she was 'young' (45 is considered young for dhampirs/vampires). She would be 61 years old in 1960, and 121 years old in 2021. 

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After her best friend, Nelson Shallow, was murdered by two classmates in an alleyway, Suzanne was grief-stricken and angry towards those who harmed him. It took several years for her to finally get herself out of her depression, and when she did, revenge was the only thing on her mind. She strategically planned everything out, and soon it would be time for her to enact it. 

She knew where the perpetrators lived, both on the other side of town. It was only a 20-minute drive away. With a window open to allow fresh air to clear her mind while she lit a cig. It was nighttime, and as she drove down the quiet street where one of her former classmates, Janice, resided. The light to what Suzanne assumed to be her bedroom was on, meaning that her target was home. As quietly as possible, she got out of the car, and to her great relief, Janice had a window open because of the heat, which meant she wouldn't need to be invited in. With great stealth and speed,  Suzanne climbed in, cut the cord to the telephone, and went to the kitchen to wait like a spider waiting for a fly to land on its web. In a move that she was honestly surprised didn't backfire, she made some small, repetitive, scratching noises in an attempt to lure her victim. After a few minutes, Janice noticed the noises and went out to see what was making them. Before she could process what was happening, Janice had a cloth covering her mouth that smelled sweet and acetone-like at the same time. She struggled she heard a voice she recognized. "Damn, chloroform takes longer than I thought" and she realized that it was Suzanne. "Suzie?! Wha-why are you doing this?!" Janice said, her words muffled by the cloth. "Because you and Danny killed Nelson, and I'm just here to return the favor..." Then Suzanne pulled out her shotgun and... *BOOM!*. Suzanne, thirsty, drained Janice's body of her blood, washed her face and hands, and climbed back out of the window. One down, one more to go. It wasn't long before she found Danny's house, and repeated the process on him, but Danny to her frustration had more fight in him. After he fought out of her stranglehold, and chloroform didn't work, she made the risky decision of biting him on the arm, shocking him. As he screamed in pain, she quickly drew her gun, aimed it at his forehead, and pulled the trigger. Suzanne was finally done.

The next morning, she turned on the TV while she ate her breakfast, pleased to see her previous night's work being reported on. The cops were stumped and horrified by the strange bite marks, and how Janice's body was almost completely drained of blood.  Satisfied, she turned it off and got ready for the day. Took a shower, dried off, got dressed, brushed her hair and teeth, and drove to the local flower shop to pick up her usual bouquet of lilies, yellow roses, and orchids. "Visiting Nelson again?" the cashier, half asking half commenting. "Yeah," Suzanne said as nonchalantly as she could, but a little sadness still made it through her voice. After paying, she got back into her car with the flowers in the passenger seat. After driving for a few minutes, Suzanne finally arrived at the cemetery. Got out of the car, carefully grabbed the bouquet, and slowly walked to Nelson's grave. She kneeled down to gingerly place the flowers on his grave and began to cry quietly. "Nelson, I got rid of the ones who hurt you... Those sick ba$tards are gone now." Suzanne sat there and cried as quietly as she possibly could despite no other living being there to witness her. Soon after who knows how long, she stood up, getting ready to leave, when she heard a voice she hadn't heard in years. "Suzie?" With tears in her eyes, she responded, turning around to see if it was truly him "Nelson?"  He was there, levitating off the ground, wearing the same clothes he was buried in. "Suzie, it's gonna be okay." Running to him, and sobbing, they embraced.