Character Name: Anna Hawthorne
Birth Date: October 27,
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Race/culture: succubi
Religion at birth
Current Marital Status: not married
Dependants: Lily (daughter)
Physical: shoulder length blonde hair, long athletic legs, curvaceous hips, slender waist, ample cleavage
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Adoptive / Foster: none
Siblings: none
Aunt / Uncle / Nephew / Niece: perhaps on her father's side... she's unsure
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Children: Lily (daughter, 6)
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Past Loves / Spouses : David (ex-lover/husband, july 11 birthdate)
Family business
Employees: Vincent (driver/butler/friend?) Gavin (security guard @ work) Cindy (unknown role yet) Violet (lab assistant)
Employer: North American Genetic Advisory Laboratories
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Car: provided by the company, something bland colored and frequently bought by state / government organizations
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Story starter:
"It's not my week to handle this" I thought to myself as I picked up the phone, frowning at the number on the caller i.d. "Hello David. What's up?"
My ex-husband on the other line hesitated. "I need you to take Lily for the week. Something's come up."
"Yeah, I bet something's come up," I thought dryly to myself. "Sure, I'll grab her after school." I said into the phone.
"Great," David sighed. "I know it's not your week to take her but it's really important and..."
"I said I'd take her," I interrupted. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."
I hung up the phone before he could reply. I set the phone back on it's cradle and dragged a hand through my shoulder length blonde hair. I didn't enjoy talking to David. If he wasn't the father of my daughter, I wouldn't talk to him. As it was, we saw each other once a week to exchange custody of Lily and I felt it was more than a little ackward because David still believed he loved me.
"That's your own fault," I thought to myself. "If you had known back then what you were doing, things would be different. But you wouldn't have Lily."
Lily. She was my life now. The only family I had remaining. I lived to find a cure for her so that she wouldn't have the disease like I do. So that she wouldn't have to discover things the hard way, as I did. So she wouldn't lose everyone she loved as I had.
I adjusted my thigh-highs before slipping on my heals. Looking at myself in the mirror, I adjusted my knee-length skirt before pulling my suit jacket on over the top of my beige blouse. I grabbed my briefcase on my way out the door, locking it behind me.
I slid into the company car waiting for me at the curb, adjusting my skirt as I sat down. "Change of plans this evening Vincent," I said to the driver. "Lily is spending another week with us."
"Do you think that is wise?" questioned Vincent.
I sighed. "No, but I love her Vincent. I would rather she was with me than him so that I can keep an eye on her."
"When are you going to tell her?"
Oh, that simple question. My breath caught in my throat and my breakfast churned in my stomach. "I can't do it yet Vincent. She's much to young. I don't know how to explain it to her," I breathed.
We continued to drive in silence, the passing cars providing me something to focus on as we continued to the lab.
How was I supposed to explain to a six year old that she might become a succubus like her mother?
I walked through the bullet proof glass double doors into the building. Pausing at the security desk, I handed my clearance card to the guard behind the counter.
"Morning, Ms. Hawthorne," the guard says as he hands back my card.
"Hey Gavin," I replied tucking the card back into my wallet.
I walked through a second set of electronic security doors and into the lab.
The sun streaming through the trees came through the tall windows and dappled on the highly waxed and polished wooden floors.
I had a moment to appreciate my surroundings before Cindy walked up to me with a clipboard and a coffee. “Hey! We got the blood samples back from the lab. Vi’s still analyzing the results. You’ve got a phone message on your desk,” said Cindy handing the coffee to me. “One of these days you’re going to get a personal assistant.”
“Nah. Then I’d have to train them.” I took a sip of the coffee and sighed “You’re an angel.”
Cindy made a noncommittal noise as she walked away.
I strode across the lab and into my office, shutting the door quietly behind me. I walked to my desk and picked up the sickly pink phone memo sheet. “Call David about Lily ~ Important” it read. I crumpled it into a ball and tossed it at my wastebasket, missing the trash and hitting the floor. Groaning, I ignored the paper and sank into my chair.
It was a sunny autumn day on campus and I was reading under a tree on the lawn in front of the Physics building, the wind softly blowing through my shoulder length hair. Someone nearby clears their throat and I look slowly up from my book. My eyes take in a pair of worn out shoes, khaki slacks, button up shirt, finally resting on an expressive rounded face with brown eyes and brown hair. I sit there and appreciate my view from the ground as I wait for him to say something.
I'm conscious of his eyes taking me in. My long athletic legs, my curvaceous hips, my slender waist, my push-up bra with my ample cleavage visible through my thin shirt. His eyes settle on my eyes and I know then that he wants me and it triggers a feeling low in my stomach.
I slowly stretch out on the grass, watching his eyes follow my movement. I can see his desire reflected on his face and I reach up for his hand. He pulls me to my feet and I turn around and bend over to retrieve my book and my bag. He grabs my waist and I turn in his grasp, pressing myself against his tall, muscular frame, noting that his desire has caused him to become a hard pressure against my hip.
Knock knock
The knock on the door pulls me out of my reverie. "Come in."
"Hey, the blood samples are no good. The guys in the lab did not process them correctly and ruined the samples. Can you call the donors back in?" questioned Violet, one of my senior researchers.
"Are you sure we need new donations? We don't have any of their original blood left?" I asked. "Did they really screw it up this bad Vi?"
"I keep telling those guys that we're not dealing with human blood and that it has to be handled differently, but they just don't seem to get it. This has got to be the third time this month."
"I'll call back the donors and request that they come back in so we can draw more blood. This is the last time though. We can't have people that come to us for help start thinking that we are incompetent due to the lab technician's mistakes."
Violet nods and leaves the office, closing the door behind her.
I pick up my address book and thumb through it for the first client I need to call back. I dial the number on the phone and wait as it rings.
"Hi Mr. Henry, it's Anna Hawthorne with the Preternatural Division of the North American Genetic Advisory Laboratories. I am very sorry to bother you, but there has been an error with your bloodwork and we are going to need a new sample. Please give us a call back and we will set up an appointment. Thank you." I replaced the phone on the cradle.
'Hmm," I thought "Looks like I am going to need a babysitter for a couple nights this week. Vampires are not likely to set appointments during regular business hours."
