Please. But you forgot Hestia. She'd be short with long super curly brown hair and she'd wear flannels all the time and be a nanny, "keeping the hearth warm"
Guys my feels. I want to write this so badly…<--Previous pinners comment. An interesting story prompt.
They had made a mess, when they came for him. He had obviously put up a good fight and lost. She, however, just sat there. Not fighting, not speaking, barely even breathing. Just staring. Staring into the vast hole that had been made in the floor. The vast hole paralleling the one made in her heart. A big dark, empty space which something or someone used to inhabit.
"Killing vampires is very therapeutic for me," Jesse retorted. "Oh, and if a human gets caught in the crossfire? What are they, just collateral?" "Well when they've already been injected with vampire blood, yeah, that's exactly what they are."