Lux Brumalis: "The light of winter"/"Winter's light."
After defeating the Flag Smashers and conquering his inner demons, Bucky is trying to live a quiet life in New York City. While being Cap's sidekick has brought him (mostly unwanted) fame and at...
There are a lot of author's notes at the end because I'm about to introduce a non-Avengers Marvel character that some of you (depending on your age and what you were allowed to watch growing up) may not be familiar with.
There is going to backstory directly from the film. I am using a TON of dialogue from the movie this character is in. So, if you aren't familiar with this person, you will be by the time this chapter is over. All credit to that dialogue goes to the film writers. I changed some stuff, but it's not mine. Just want to make that very clear. If you've seen the movie, you'll be able to pick out that dialogue.
Sidenote: This was so fun to write. I love vampires and this is one of my favorite franchises. And yes, IT IS VAMPIRES. No ifs, no maybes... it's vampires, baby. I. fucking. love. vampires. _______
"What you're doing is dangerous, Caleb," Lucy snaps in her sharp French accent, as she paces back and forth in Caleb's office. "You're going to get us killed."
Darkness oozes in from the window. She's dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck, her hair piled high on top of her head and her eyes covered in thick black makeup. It's her usual outfit. Her little nice girl routine at dinner the other night was just for show. Something to weaken Charlotte's defences, make her insecure.
But Lucy is still wearing the engagement ring that Luke plucked from Charlotte's office floor. He and Lucy may have to negotiate ownership of Luke, but the time for that can come later.
There's blood on the floor, on the walls, and the pieces of Charlotte's scattered thesis lay on the floor. He ripped most of them up in a rage after the police left his office and trashed most of the place before they got in to make things look worse than they actually were. That fucking super soldier. He follows Charlotte like a puppy dog. Pathetic.
Caleb's broken nose is already beginning to heal as he slits open a bag of blood with a razor sharp claw and pours it into his coffee mug, discarding the bag in the trash.
"You know, I prefer this fresh."
"Yeah, well, I didn't have that! Take what you're given and be grateful," she hisses.
"Lucy—"
"We have existed this way for thousands of years - undetected, unseen, and underground - and then you come along from fucking Sweden—"
"Denmark."
"Whatever." She stops. "Who the fuck are you to challenge our ways? What would the council say?"
