❛ i loved you as icarus loved the sun... too close, too much. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a thrill-seeking socialite from the seventeenth century falls for the most dangerous kind of man, and becomes what she fears most.
⇝ the vampire diaries.
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( DYING IS A WILD NIGHT AND A NEW ROAD.)
PRESENT DAY. LAKESIDE, VIRGINIA.
The coolness of the early morning made the air inside the studio loft fresher as the natural light filled the room, devoid of the scorching sun rays when the ball of gas and flames reached its peak — just as Penelope liked it. Don't get her wrong, she loved feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin on a good day, it was something she never took for granted being what she was; however, the atmosphere when the day had only just begun and the townsfolk were preparing themselves to leave the comforts of their beds gave her a sense of content. No drone of cars or the loud chatter of passing pedestrians, just the occasional local leaving early for work and, as cliche as it sounded, the chirping of birds outside her window.
Penelope Schuyler was peaceful; happy, even. For the first time in centuries, she woke up without the nagging guilt or the devil in the back of her mind telling her she didn't deserve to be in such a position of content after all the things she had done. The wars she fought to serve penance did not matter, nor the decades she spent doing every possible deed she could think of to only slightly lift a milligram of the burden she had been shouldering for God knew how long. Every morning, for just a split second, she was reminded that she wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to die of old age and be buried next to whatever husband her father forced her onto, or possibly be a tragic casualty in the then ongoing war; Hell, maybe even fall victim to the flu. And yet there she was, continuing to live her eternal life with liters of blood on her hands. The world worked in cruel ways.
So when Penelope wakes up amid a moment of pure serendipity, she does not let that moment slip away. She cherishes it and hopes that the next day, she feels a little lighter, a little less guilty. On that day in particular, the brunette (she had long since abandoned her raven-black hair and dyed it to a light brown; God bless the modern days) twirled and danced in her kitchen, humming and singing along to Dancing Queen by, in her humble opinion, the greatest band of the 70s era; ABBA. She attended a few of their concerts herself and had completely fallen in love with their music ever since. Queen certainly tied at the number one spot, for the joy and excitement she experienced in their animated concerts remains unmatched to this day. A ding sounded through the room, barely audible over the excitable song, and a soft smile graced Penelope's face when the aroma of blueberry muffins wafted in the loft as soon as she opened the oven's door.
"You can dance, you can jive! Having the time of your life, ooh see that gi — SHIT — " Penelope cursed when the tray of freshly baked goods slipped out of her hands and plummeted towards the floor; thankfully, due to her inhumane reflexes as a result of becoming a vampire, she was able to recover in no time and catch it before her breakfast crumbled into pieces on the floor. She let out a sigh of relief and a short laugh of disbelief; she often seemed to forget that she was not the same clumsy teenager she was in the 1770s.
