a/n: i'm gonna try the whole lower caps thing thx sam

" i'm feeling very reckless, i must admit," she murmured, grabbing the tip of the straw with thin, feminine fingers and slowly beginning to turn it clockwise. a hearty chuckle sounded from the couch, belonging to one of her two siblings. alaric lowered the ear-shattering volume of the tv just enough so that he could respond, and be able to understand himself. "when are you not feeling reckless, alena?" he questioned. she let a smirk play on her lips, turning in the chair to face her twin. "when i'm being smart."

"so, what you're saying is, you're always being reckless."

she scoffed, grabbing the nearest thing (which happens to be a pillow) and flinging it at the doorway with painstaking accuracy. with a quiet oof, adrian unveiled himself from the shadows of the hallway and crashed onto the couch, effectively crushing alaric in the process. alena watched with a large smile, laughing harder when the two brothers started tussling in their confusion. adrian began trying to suffocate alaric with a pillow, which seemed to be the signal for her cellphone to ring. oh, good, an alibi.

"ace, please tell me you're going to drag me away somewhere for about," she glanced at her watch, then at her two wrestling brothers (alaric was losing) and sighed. "like, a week. it'll take a while for people to start smelling the corpses." ace, aka claire jones, scoffed on the other end. alena heard the sound of sequins rustling in the background, to which she automatically frowned.

"ace. we've been through this. sequins. were. not. made. for. yo-"

"stop harassing me, lena. there's only like... two of those on there."

a smile curved her pink lips, complimenting her messy brown hair. her dark eyes and sharp features sometimes gave away her lineage, but it didn't do anything against her appearance. "oh, fine. what club are we going to?" she asked, slowly rising from the chair. alena slipped the phone in the crook of her shoulder, listening as ace explained the getdown, as well as who she was bringing as her date. alena was well aware claire was a known actress, especially after starring in the hunger games. even she had to admit, the movies had been amazing.

"how the fuck did you get a date with aaron taylor-johnson?!" she hissed, jogging up the stairs (with one final glance at her poor brother, alaric, whom was buried beneath couch cushions) and getting an idea of what she had to wear. something classy, not too uptight. definitely, she had to put on some foundation—her face was not up for another night of consuming unhealthy levels of both alcohol and men. but she was.

"long story short, i was at an interview when i saw him. he was crying, and everything, and i asked him what was wrong. his wife was cheating on him!" ace whisper yelled, in an attempt to defend herself.

"who the fuck cheats on aaron taylor-johnson?" she grumbled, slamming the door behind her. most of her friends were famous, as was she, but she herself had only starred in minor movies. the harry potter franchise had been a bust, unfortunately, leaving her somewhat known but not really. she'd bought mostly essentials, a house for her and her two brothers. her parents were out of the picture, for reasons she didn't want to recount, which left her, alaric, and adrian. they were all much more famous then her—adrian had made his success on the vampire diaries, alaric having managed to get big business out of the slightly satanic movie horns. her twin sure had a knack for racking up "god doesn't like me" points. they had more than enough funds to provide a home for themselves, but the brothers had automatically floated towards her—the dumas siblings always stuck together, no matter what.

"i dunno, lena. but listen, i've got to go. aaron's picking me up soon—be there at 9 sharp, you slut."

"i'll be there, you whore."

with a small grin, she looked at her phone and lightly tapped the button. the call disconnected, leaving her alone in her spacious room. with a sigh, she carefully threw the small phone onto her bed. alena rushed to her closet, beginning the long, complicated process of choosing clothes for the club. it wasn't one she was familiar with, however, she'd lived in new york long enough to know that it was going to be much more than livid.

"oh, right on time."

alena finished with a curl of her hair, a look that complimented the sleek, maroon dress she had chosen. her eyeshadow was near the same shade, plump lips decorated with pink lip gloss. her eyeliner didn't reach a wing, only drawing out the richness of her vivid, chestnut brown eyes. with a sigh, she put down the iron and tugged the plug out of the socket.

a notification from her phone drew her attention, as she turned off the light by the sink and skipped toward her bed. her bare, slim feet rubbed against the harsh fabric of the stark white carpet, which she ultimately ignored. gently sitting on her bed, as to not cause wrinkles, she glanced at the notification.

ace ace baby
hey, bitch. you comin?

ayy moca-lena
ofc, slut. tell ur hot ass date
i said hi.

ace ace baby
yeah, sure. u have
20 minutes. you know
where the spot is?

ayy moca-lena
yeah, yeah. see u, ace.

alena shut the phone off, slipping it into her smaller, black purse. glancing at herself one time within the low exposure of the bathroom mirror, she smiled and finally headed out of the door. her dark hair was cropped short, styled in loose curls that framed her thin, made-up face. stepping the down the stairs, in her 1 inch heels, she went especially slow—so slow as to be called regal, even.

"be wary of the media!" adrian yelled. "you're looking especially nice tonight, they'll think you're dating someone," alaric added helpfully, peeking his head over the top of the couch. she huffed, smiling broadly at the two. "thanks for the advice, big brother," she said, mostly to adrian. "brothers," alaric corrected sharply, his face adorned with a smile of his own. she scoffed, throwing her jet black, leather jacket over her shoulder. "you're older than me by, what, 6 minutes?" she retorted, placing her keys in her purse.

"6 minutes is a very big difference to a baby, lena," alaric taunted, voice lilted with a mocking, chastising tone. she rolled her eyes dramatically, opening the door to let in the cool, fall air. "i'll be back before 11!" she called. "pm or am?" adrian questioned from behind her. she turned to face him, a dry look on her face.

"i'm going with ace, ian."

"make that am, then," he grumbled, and sat back on the comfort of the dark toned leather.

alena smiled, giving them a quick goodbye, before heading out the door. the october air chilled the revealed skin of her arms, to which she gratefully slipped on her thickly made jacket. approaching her older, beaten up jeep, she unlocked the car doors and easily slipped inside—she had done it hundreds of times before. she'd been gifted with the car when she had turned sixteen, the last gift she'd gotten from her father.

sighing, she put the key in the ignition and turned. the starter continued for a couple of seconds, causing her to narrow her eyes, but then the motor finally flipped. smiling like a child on christmas, she put the shift in drive and began the short journey to the miami club.

author's note—
really short. i hate my writing. anyways, i just wanted to introduce the main characters first. yes, aaron will be a large part of the story. ace is legitimately my favorite, you'll see where she got her nickname from in the next chapter. a special thanks to -winchassters for this plot, i really hope you like it so far!

alena and alaric—yes, i really like the vampire diaries. alaric and alena are fraternal twins, whilst adrian is the oldest of the golden trio. in this story, harry potter wasn't as popular (SIKE, u thought) and so that explains alena's semi-wealthy living habits. she's not as much as an alcoholic as a recreational drinker. alaric and adrian, of course, disapprove, but have learned that they can't really do anything about it.

any questions, comments, or anything else, just ask! love y'all