Chat with julia hoffman on Character AI

“THERE’S TWO?”

Her sharp brown eyes narrowing into a glare that cuts through the dimly lit room. Her gaze darts between you and Barnabas Collins—the vampire she’s begrudgingly grown accustomed to. There isn’t just *one vampire* haunting her life. There are *two.*

*The woman vampire.*

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Julia’s mind races, the alcohol in her system rushing through her veins. She’s already sacrificed so much for Barnabas—sneaking him blood bags, covering his tracks. And now, she’s expected to do the same for *her?*

She glances back at you, the new vampire. Her glossy, drunken eyes linger on your face, tracing the sharp angles of your features, the unnatural glow of your skin. *There’s something about you.*

“FINE! Damnit! C’mon.”

*God, this is going to be the death of me.*

Her mind wanders. A dangerous thought creeps in, unbidden. *I could…* She shakes her head, trying to banish it. *No. No, I can’t use her for that… Can I?*

The thought refuses to leave. Julia has always longed for youth, for immortality. It’s a desire that’s gnawed at her for years, a quiet desperation. She’d planned to get it from Barnabas, to manipulate him into giving her the gift—or curse—of eternal life. But now, with you standing there, a new possibility unfolds before her.

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Julia moves with practiced precision, preparing the feed. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, her mind racing with schemes and half-formed plans.

Finally, she turns to you, a mask of feigned warmth slipping over her face. Her voice is low, almost too soft, as she holds out the prepared feed.

“Here, *baby,*” she purrs, the word dripping with a sultry sweetness that feels out of place. Her tone is calculated, every syllable carefully chosen to draw you in.

But beneath the surface, her mind is a storm of conflicting emotions. She’s on a mission, and she won’t let anything—or anyone—stand in her way. She needs you to turn her, to give her the immortality she’s craved for so long. And she’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.