LEWIS|| chase carli (done)

[chase]

CHASE CARLI LEWIS !?

'i said shush girl. hush your lips. do the helen keller and talk with your hips.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"Why the fuck should I tell you anything? Jesus, who the fuck do you think you are? I don't need to tell you shit, but I feel bad for you so I'll humor you with my interesting as fuck life. You should feel honored. I'm kind of the shit. Anyway, my full name is Chase Carli Lewis, but if you call me Chase I'll fucking make you shit from your mouth. Everyone calls me Carli. I like that name it's better than the shit name my parents gave me. Chase? Really? I swear they were high when they named me. I'm 17 and I'm an Immortal. Isn't that fucking awesome? No one can touch me! I'm like a god! And since I turned on this year I still look 17, but I doubt a year will make me look fucking different. I'm on the dark side of the war. Humans are fucked up pieces of shit. They're weak and I'm powerful. They should bow down to me. And I'm definitely straight. I like dicks not chicks. Get it? Good. And I'm obviously a female or can you not see my titties? -smirks and crosses her arms over them- Can we move on?"

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"Yeah that little birdy stuff is fucking shit and we all know it, but I am gorgeous. You can just tell me that to my face. I don't bite...much. But like I've said before, I'm pretty much the shit. I'd like to see you try and find a girl prettier than me. And if you manage to I'll fuck her face up real quick. So anyway I have beach wave hair that is pretty long. It goes about mid back or something. My face is in a heart shape and my cheekbones fucking rock. My eyes are probably my favorite thing about me. They are like electric blue. Pretty damn cool. I wouldn't say my skin is pale, but it's not tan. I'm just normal, but I still rock it like the awesome bitch I am. I'm 5'8" and I'm pretty skinny for..reasons that you don't need to fucking know about because it's none of your damn business. I don't know my weight because I don't like to know it. I get a little obsessive if you know what the fuck I'm talking about. I'd like to say that I have stick like body, but some curves. I do have a nice fucking rack though. -grabs her own boobs- look at these tits. They're pretty nice. You have to admit that you wouldn't mind motor boating these. Anyway, I have on tattoo that no no knows about on my hip bone. It says "blåögd flicka" meaning blue eyed girl in swedish. It's fucking awesome. What do i wear? I wear whatever the fuck I want and look good i. That's what I wear."

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"Calm your tits, bro. Don't rush me! I'll take all the damn time I want. Okay so you want to know about little ol me? Good damn choice. I'm fucking awesome. I'm the best person I know. Hell, I'm the best person you probably know. So basically I like guys, sex, drugs, lying, teasing, cheating, spiders (a Lewis family trait), alcohol, being popular, myself, and being immortal. I hate my twin brother, being out shown, not getting what I want, prudes, being sober during the weekend, girly girls, cheerleaders, bad hair days, throwing up, cuts, virgins, the fact that Blake knows my secret, and guys with long beards. I don't want no facial way all up in my vagina. Gross. Only three strengths? I don't know if I can narrow it down to that many. Okay so, hot, strong, powerful, manipulative, smart, cunning, and just awesome. Weaknesses? Lucky I don't have many because I can only say three. They would be my eating disorder, a bitch, a slut, a druggie, can't sing for my life, and I'm a total fucking potty mouth. I just love saying curse words. Tits, ass, damn, fuck, cunt, and shit are all just so much fun to say. Oh dick is fun to say too! Dick, dick, dick. Okay. Let's move on.
Some of my habits is to be a whore, bite my lip when im turned on, and play with my hair. I tend to be a whore a lot and sneak around. Oh and throwing up to be thinner is kind of a hobby I guess. So yeah, that's why I'm so thin. I'm bulimic. Big shitting deal. I don't care if you fucking judge me. I don't want to have an ass like yours. I like being a skinny little bitch. Fears? Ha! As if, but I guess if they had to be anything would be my parents finding out about my whoring because they'd kill me and they finding out about me being an immortal. Even though I find it fucking cool as shit. I mean damn I'm going to be beautiful and live forever. Now that's the shit. A secret is my eating disorder and that I'm an immortal. So yeah you already know that shit though. So I don't know why I'm fucking repeating it to you, bitch. Desire? Hmm I have many desires. Some kinkier than others -licks lips and then laughs- Yeah as if i'd ever fuck you! I swear I'm fucking hilarious sometimes. My biggest desire is to be the strongest and best of everyone. I want them to fucking fear me and worship the ground I walk on. Well more than they already do.

Basically I'm a bitch and no one can change that shit. I'm fucking awesome and I'm a whore. Basically many dicks have been in me. like it and I like drugs. The thrill is what I live for. I have to be better than everyone and I don't care who I have to fucking mess with to be the best. I'll do all the shit I have to to make sure of it. So that's me. Love me or hate me. Just remember I don't make a good enemy."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"My history eh? Well the beginning is fucking boring I assure you. My parents were fucking idiots at the time I guess and thought it'd be fun to have their kids grow up in a damn village with nothing to do. I was so fucking bored there all the time! Thank God I had Trace. He's my older brother and he is also the fucking shit. Trace doesn't know this, but he introduced me to many fun things. I'd never let Trace know this though. He'd KILL me if he knew half the shit I did. But anyway, so I grew up in this fucking village in Holland for the beginning of my childhood and it was so fucking boring. The only thing good about it was that I learned Dutch so whenever I'm fucking pissed at someone I can say whatever the fuck I want about them and they'd never know what I was saying. I could call them a fucking cunt and they'd never know a damn thing! Pretty fucking awesome, but that was seriously one of the only good things about that village. There was barely any kids there and we were basically torn away from society. I'm surprised I turned out so well living in that hell hole for so long. I'm glad I didn't turn out of like Blake. He's my twin, sadly. He's nothing like me though. Blake is what I like to call the fucking cock block. I know I'm supposed to love him and all, but I find it hard to love someone like him. He's so annoying and all depressed. It's fucking pathetic

But thankfully Trace came to the rescue when I was about nine or ten. I can't remember exactly, but when I was about that age I finally fucking moved to America. Thank the Lord I got out of that hell hole and I did actually know fluent English thanks to my mom. She's annoying, but she's actually a fucking awesome teacher. Taught me all the shit I needed to know at the age and she did it well. So when I came to America I had an accent, but now I barely have it because I was so young when I came here. I liked America and I still do. It's pretty fucking awesome here and everyone seemed to like me. It didn't take long until I was one of the most popular girls in my elementary school. See, I was the shit from the fucking start! It rocks to be me.

Once I got to middle school guys were already swarming around me and I can't blame them. I made sure to distant myself away from Blake though. He was definitely not in my social ladder and it was annoying to have to be around him all the time. I knew he was jealous of me. He always has been jealous of me because our parents like me better. It's not a fucking mystery. They treat me and Trace like gods and I don't see why they shouldn't. Blake just can't compare to us. He's never going to be as great as me and I'm glad that he's coming to realize this shit before it gets too late. But something that annoys me about Blake is that he refuses to call me Carli like everyone else does. No one knows my real name except for my family. When I moved here I made sure everyone knew me as Carli, not Chase. Chase is a name for dogs on the street, guys, and that fucking blue credit card thing. Not a girl like me. So everyone calls me Carli except for Blake, which pisses me off like nothing else! Fucking Blake is such a smart ass sometimes. I swear he does this kind of stuff on purpose just to piss me off. No wonder no ones really likes him

By the time I got to highschool everyone worshiped me. Every guy wanted a piece of me and of course I obliged. I can't even remember the guy I gave my virginity to....maybe it was two guys...well whatever! Doesn't change a damn thing really. As long as my eggo ain't preggo I'm fucking a-okay. The thing was that my parents aren't aware of me doing ANY of this. Most of the time I have to dress one way to get to school and then change once I'm in school just so they won't find out. I'm not fucking scared of them at all, but if they find out it means that I won't get what I want and they won't let me do ANYTHING. And that's not fucking a-okay. So I hide everything I do from them. Once they're asleep I sneak out and go to college parties pretending to be eighteen. I come back before they wake up and hope they mistake my hangover for being tired. They always do. But the funny thing is that even though I never do my work I always get straight A's. Who do I do this? Well never underestimate the power of a woman's charm and black mail. Basically I either blow one of my teachers or I fuck them. Then I blackmail them with either the fact that I'm underage or threaten to tell their wife. Thank the Lord I have mostly male teachers. The women teachers were harder. I used my guy friends for that. It's fun being able to fucking control guys to do what I want. So I have my guy friends fuck the women and then I blackmail them. So I do no work and I also get straight A's. My plan is perfect...well it was until Blake found out.

I give Blake some credit. He's not a completely fucking idiot. I think after a year of hearing me come in and out of the house drunk and high he figured out my plans. And it's not hard to figure out how I get straight A's well unless you're my parents and think I'm a fucking god. Sometimes I wonder if they have serious brain damage. So Blake is the only thing that could possibly come between me and my damn perfect life. Well that is if my parents would ever believe him, and they don't.

When did I start my making myself throw up? ...Do I have to tak about this? Yes? Fuck...well about the middle of freshman year I think. I know that without my looks I'd be as fucking important as Blake. I have to keep them other wise I don't have my grades, my friends, my guys, or well anything. I'm tall so I know I'm going to be a bit bigger just because of my size. I wasn't about to put up with that though. I just...I don't want to lose it. I don't want to became like Blake and have no one care about me. I like being something and I want to stay that way. It's just hard I guess. So I started throwing up half the things I eat. I don't do it at home though because if my parents found out they'd get all protective and shit. They'd send me to therapy and I don't have time for that damn shit! I don't need therapy! I'm perfect...I'm perfect -smirk falters, but catches herself- It's not like I'm going to cut like Blake does or anything. I'm definitely not going to kill myself. I'd just miss me too much. I just want to be the thinnest bitch there is. And the guys haven't been complaining and that whole "dogs only like bones. guys like a girl with curves" is complete bullshit. Fat girls only say that to make them feel better about themselves. It's pathetic. I'm not going to be one of those girls either. I'm thin and I'm gorgeous...no one's going to tell me otherwise! -sighs and looks away. regains confidence- can we move on? I hate talking about this okay...

I think my want to be thinner than all the other girls is what really led me to become an immortal. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was at a frat party and I was found this guy. He was totally that tall, dark, handsome guy that all girl swoon over like fucking idiots. But I wanted to have him for the night. What can I say? He was fucking attractive. So I got him where I wanted him, but then he started going on and on about how I was wasting my life. I at first thought he was talking about me partying and I was getting pissed. It was my damn life and he had no right to tell me what the fuck to do! But then he started talking about how much of a drag being a human was. This only made me more confused. He was a fucking human too! But then I learned that he wasn't. he was a fucking firetamer! When he told me this I was sure he was fucking high, but then he showed me his fire and I was convinced. He told me about all the different supernaturals and how strong they were. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be one. I wanted to be strong like them. So when no one was home one night I summoned the devil. I did the whole candle light shit and it actually worked! I wasn't afraid of him...he was beautiful. I gave him my soul and he made me an immortal! One of the most powerful supernaturals out there! How fucking cool is that! I can read minds, sense auras, and I can't get hurt! I'll be living forever bitches! No one can stop me. I'm unstoppable. I can do whatever I want now and it's the best fucking choice I've ever made.

Now in school I have even more control. For the women teachers I don't even need guy friends anymore. I just have to read their minds and black mail them that way. I'm just getting rid of the middle man because after that the guys would always try to black mail me. Fucking pathetic and annoying. And best of all I now have dirt on Blake. I've read his mind a lot of times and I found out he's cutting. How pathetic! I mean sure my parents don't really pay attention to him, but cutting? Jeez that kid is messed up. But basically life rocks. I can take as much drugs as I want and I'll never OD. I can drink all I want and my liver won't give out. And I can do whatever I want because nothing hurts me! I'm really like a god!"

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"this is holly and ally took out the puppet..."

your cute

[KEL]