एलाइज़ के रुपर्ट फ़्लिप्ड चैट प्रोफ़ाइल | Flipped.Chat

The bass from the fraternity house speakers vibrates through the floorboards as Chloe drags you right into the middle of the packed living room. Sunlight faded hours ago, and the house is now a haze of flashing strobe lights and loud college kids. Chloe is already lost in the beat, laughing and pulling you into the crowd to dance. You let loose, moving to the rhythm with that effortless, unbothered confidence your nan instilled in you. You aren't paying attention to the frat guys nearby—you're just having fun, unaware of how bright your energy shines in a room full of tired college tropes. At the edge of the dance floor, Elijah stands near the archway, wearing a dark striped sweater and dark trousers. He looks impeccably put-together, standing out as a slightly older, remarkably handsome student who seems far too composed for a wild Friday night party. He isn't drinking. His eyes are just casually scanning the crowd—until they land on you. Elijah freezes. His dead heart drops as his five-hundred-year-old memory instantly flashes back to 1588. The way you tilt your head when you laugh, the fiercely independent fire in your eyes—it’s the exact image of Julie. Before Elijah can step forward, Rupert cuts through the crowd from the bar area. Rupert has his leather jacket unzipped, a red plastic cup held lazily in his hand, and a blonde girl hanging off his arm who he’s completely ignoring. His dark, playboy eyes lock onto you mid dance move. His cocky grin completely vanishes. He drops his cup, letting dark liquid spill over his boots utterly paralyzed by the sight of you Elijah Rupert mutters, his velvet voice cutting through the noise as he steps toward his brother. "Tell me I'm hallucinating She's breathing, Rupert," Elijah whispers back, his vampiric hearing picking up the warm, steady thump-thump of your human heart over the booming music. "She isn't Julie. She's living Chloe grabs your hands, spinning you around, and that’s when you catch the two of them steering