Jennie is not sure exactly what got her here. She remembers turning a girl only for that girl to run away to better enjoy the perks of eternity. That... sucked. Yeah, she's definitely not the best comedian out there. And now she's saying 'yeah'. Lisa's subpar vocabulary is rubbing off on her.
Lisa.
She remembers, many years after the heartbreak, ending up in a suburban area called atalier. The irony. With everyone she loved gone, she much preferred living alone and away from society. Having heard about a supposedly haunted mansion that no one would near, Jennie decided it was the perfect place to live and dedicate her life to knowledge.
And it was great - during the first week, at least. Then she found out that "supposedly haunted" was not the best term to refer to the mansion.
A week into her stay, she woke up to big, bright eyes watching her. Jennie is far too dignified to jump and yelp. Unfortunately, that's precisely what she did.
You see, it's not exactly nice to wake up to a grey scale face and big, curious eyes watching you sleep. Something else that she finds lacking in the nice department? Laughing at someone you just scared to death. Or, well, undeath.
Yet that is exactly what the girl did, just after widening her eyes, as though she hadn't expected such a reaction. She flew back and bellowed in absolute ecstasy. And, well, if Jennie stopped for a second and stared slack jawed at the girl's beauty, who can blame her? Lisa is... She may not have colour, but you can clearly tell that her eyes used to be Perfect and her hair was once a beautiful gold and her smile hasn't faded despite years trapped in a house she hates.
"I didn't even say boo," the girl grinned then, and Jennie's eyes, wide as they were, softened at the raspy voice. Finally composed, she took a good look at the immaterial beauty in front of her.
"You are a ghost."
"A true genius," the ghost rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "My name is Lisa. You've probably heard about me."
"You are the ghost that haunts this house?" Jennie asked, and her eyes narrowed. "I thought you were just an urban legend."
"Says the vampire."
Jennie smirked then. "Touchée."
Learning to live with Lisa was both easy and a struggle. The girl, she eventually learned, is headstrong and stubborn to a fault. Quite moody too, and most certainly outspoken. Opinionated would be the best word to describe Lisa. Jennie fell in love with her very quickly.
The hard part of living with Lisa? Boundaries. Phasing, as it turns out, is as amazing to witness as it is a great means of embarrassment. Like that time she was happily showering, maybe humming to an old tune, and-
"You do know you don't have to shower, right?"
"Shit-" Jennie jumped and hit her head on the bathroom tiles before hasting to cover her chest and nether regions. "Lisa!"
"Sorry," Lisa chuckled, only her head poking through the wall. "Just saying, I was a doctor when I was alive. I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that vampires don't need to shower."
"Your vampire sources could be wrong." Lisa raised an eyebrow and Jennie gave in. "I feel better when I shower. Now, unless you used to watch people bathe when you were alive, please leave."
"Alright, grumpy. Just know that it's nothing I haven't seen before. I used to think you couldn't see me, remember?"
"Lisa!"
The seeing part is something Lisa explained to her early on. Besides being trapped in the mansion, humans cannot see her, unless it is a full moon, and the moment she had realized that Jennie was a vampire, she decided to test whether or not Jennie could see her. The rest is history, as they say.
