bite to break skin

don't give the secrets

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badluckcharles:

The piece of shit actually had to think about it. Charlie almost felt bad for Effy, she didn’t deserve to have such an awful older brother. One who couldn’t even remember if he made her cry in pain. That just strengthens his resolve. “Am I interested in dating her?” he repeats slowly, emphasizing every word for absolutely no reason. Charlie liked unnerving his prey, it was satisfying to watch them struggle to guess what was coming next. “You’re an old fashioned man, aren’t you? Would I have to ask your permission?”

Standing up, he saunters closer like he’s just making friendly conversation. But once they’re within a foot of each other, he drops the act and there’s a dead look in his eyes that isn’t hard to interpret. “Funny that you mention discipline, Alex.” The glass in Charlie’s hand shatters against the back of Alex’s skull as he slams his hand into it, gripping Alex’s hair through the crushed glass and planting his face down onto the bar.

The smell is stronger now that he’s close, and he smells more than Fiona now. He smells her sex, and her want and her lust. That was his, all of that was his to wear like his favorite cologne. Not this piece of shit excuse for a vampire who beat his little sister and pretended it wasn’t for kicks. He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s introduced Alex’s face to the bar but he’s sure going to have to pay Bran for the repairs. Stepping back after a moment, he grabs the bottle of scotch he’d been sampling from earlier and pops it open to take a swig. His hand is a bloody mess but it’s nothing compared to Alex’s face.

“I definitely found pleasure in that,” he laughs, following it with another swig of liquor before kicking the stool out from under Alex. His boot connects with the other man’s side before he hears his sire’s scream. “Sorry Mom!” he says without looking at the doorway. Kneeling beside the other man, he grips him by the hair once more so that they’re looking into each other’s eyes. “Don’t touch my stuff, or you won’t like what I do with yours. Hmm?”

It all happens too fast and he can’t feel his face anymore after the third crack. Alex didn’t even get a chance to answer Charlie’s questions, but permission is definitely never going to be given after this. No one in the room even bothered to stop the attack, but Alex could smell at least four different people nearby. Maybe they were too afraid, but Alex thinks it could be something else entirely.

His brain is starting to feel like it has a glitch because of the amount of times his skull meets the wood of the bar. When it all stops, Alex wonders if it’s over. He hopes it is because he actually can’t move any of his limbs right now. There must have been damage to his spinal cord, sure it’ll fix itself later but it fucking hurts. That’s when the stool disappears from under him and he smacks his head one more time against a surface. At least he can lay on the floor for awhile.

Alex hates this person, absolutely one hundred percent wants to burn him alive. When they meet eyes again, he can’t form anything coherent yet. His voice is a bunch of gurgles and noises until his face meets the floor again. How long would it take him to heal from these wounds? He’s not sure, but he’s definitely not going to sleep with Fiona again.

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badluckcharles:

Besides his books, Charlie had never loved something enough to feel possessive over it. Truthfully, he never really loved anyone and especially not his own family. Maybe that’s why the thought of her infuriated him sometimes. How could this slip of a girl have so much of an effect on him? It’s not that he didn’t care for Lina, he did, but it wasn’t something that rattled him in his sleep. It didn’t keep him up nights, fighting desperate urges to go to her. Lina was sweet, she was kind, and she stuck with him no matter what shitty thing he did that week. But Lina wasn’t Fiona.

Fiona, beneath her spicy scent, smelled like Charlie. It was almost indiscernible, but if you were looking then you could tell who a vampire’s sire was. But for Charlie, he smelled it every time he was near her. Wrapped up in her scent was his, covering her skin like a brand. Soon after turning Fiona, he could understand why Arthur kept a firm hand on Maisie. Why Liam would kill for Arthur or Lucrezia. He finally understood why, despite all he’d done to hurt her, Maisie still loved him so fiercely. But most of all he understood the glimmer in Bran’s eyes when he looked at Bean, like she was the single best thing he’d done in his entire life.

That Fiona, with her sharp wit and a sass to match, she was his.

“She’s a beautiful girl,” he murmurs like he’s thinking about Effy, shifting in his seat and staring up at the ceiling. “Sometimes I wonder…. Well maybe you can tell me.” Suddenly, he leans forward and looks dead into Alex’s eyes. “What’s her pain threshold like? Does she… does she like it when you hurt her or does she cry?” Laughing to himself, “She looks like a crier. I like that.”

Alex folds his arms and raises an eyebrow at Charlie, a little confused by his statements. Thinking back to all the times he ever laid hands on his sister, Alex doesn’t actually remember whether or not she cried. The weight of that knowledge is nothing though because Effy needed to learn from her mistakes.

The conversation started out friendly enough, but Alex is wondering if there is an underlying threat somewhere in there. It could just be his paranoia. That was something he had recently been made fully aware of by a certain Irish vampire that’s supposedly dead. Hunters were no joke, but living in fear of them for hundreds of years without actually meeting them did seem a little ridiculous after he’d been given a new perspective. He opts to not jump the gun here and ignores the parts he doesn’t care to answer, “I discipline her for making mistakes, I don’t find pleasure in doing so.”

Considering another approach to maybe defuse the weirdness, Alex attempts to continue the strange discussion, “Are you interested in dating her? I thought you had a girlfriend.”

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badluckcharles:

Killing had never been a problem for Charlie, he started as a boy like some test subject out of a textbook. It didn’t make him feel any sense of power, or a rush of adrenaline. He just liked it. He liked picking things apart. It didn’t have meaning to him until it was his parents’ blood he stood covered in, their breath slowly tittering to a stop on the floor below him. They’d found some of his projects and he didn’t want to stop, so he made them look like an accident. From then on it was almost too easy, and maybe he got a little careless, but he still had fun. That’s all it was, fun.

And it still was. Hunting frightened humans through the street, or the woods, or luring them to bed under the pretense of sex. Good, messy fun. Rarely, though, rarely he finds meaning to it. 

Staring at Alex from across the parlor, he sips slowly on the scotch Bran had opened up for them earlier in the night. Alcohol might not make them drunk, but it was a nice reminder of their human life. Sometimes it could even be relaxing, but not this time. Alex still smelled like her, and the smell burned in Charlie’s throat as he downed his glass. The monster in his chest was always rabid, but tonight it was downright furious. Mine, it told him. He touched what’s mine. 

“Where’s Effy tonight, Alex?” Charlie asks calmly.

Love had been evading him ever since his change. The woman he wanted to go back to, he never made it to her. The change in his soul carried a heavy burden and he did not have any desire to see her anymore. Any sort of contact with a woman had been short lived. Only a string of affairs throughout the years had kept him satiated. Besides the sisters, he hadn’t come across another vampire he wanted to stay with for longer than a few months. Excluding his sister of course, but she is family and he saved her life.

The women in this house though, it had been a blessing to find them. Alex couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering. Something about them, an innocence they still carried or at least looked like they carried, drew him to each one of them for different reasons. Quickly, he found out which were off limits just by observation. Fiona? She pretty much fell into his lap and they had gotten pretty close. Alex actually enjoyed spending every hour he could with her, almost to the point where he could be happy for a lifetime with her around. Something about her had dragged him in and he couldn’t get enough. Later on, he left her room quietly with a smile on his face, but Charlie managed to pull him out of his musings.

“Effy?” he hadn’t actually thought about his sister at all today because he’d been so wrapped up in Fiona. “I’m sure she’s around somewhere. Why, what’s up?”

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the change in me

He looks at himself in the looking glass, stares really, for several hours without noticing how much time is actually passing. The redhead that turned him, she said he may not like what comes out. Her smile when she said it was sweet, but he could feel a sinister warning lurking beneath. Even though he had planned to marry a beautiful girl back home, he couldn’t keep his mind off this particular redhead. She kept filling his dreams while they were recovering, but their recovery was going to be short lived here in the freezing tundra. She told him how everyone else managed to survive and he was stunned at first. Frightened and unwilling, but the longer they stayed the more he understood. So when she finally offered him the gift, he took it without question because she only wanted them to live.

It was quick, but not painless like he imagined it might be. The change in his character wasn’t immediate, he was still happy and felt more alive now than he had ever felt. When he excitedly told his sister he found a way for them to live, she rejected the gift. He was furious! She would rather die and leave him alone in this? No... no he wasn’t going to allow that.

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bitingdxown:

Elizabeth knows better than to apologize again. She just stares back into his eyes and takes his reprimand with a trembling lip. It was true, she was always fucking up. She never wanted to be this in the first place, almost shouts that at him as he sulks off. But it’s not news and he’d probably just hurt her for it. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turns back to the mess and gets to work. 

Sometimes Effy liked to think of when they were young, particularly when he drank from her. To remind him of the goodness that used to be inside of him, and how he used to show it to her every chance he got. She thought maybe it would awaken some buried love for her, one that would keep him from brutalizing her the way he did when she toed out of line. Maybe if she makes this place spotless, he won’t hurt her. The thought is laughable, but she could hope.

It takes her almost two hours to make everything pristine and to make sure the body is properly disposed of. She’s sure he could have done it in half an hour. Coming back into the house barefoot, as to not track mud in, she stands in his bedroom doorway and stares at the floor. “I’m going to shower.” She doesn’t know why she tells him, but she feels compelled to say something. Anything, in the hopes that a conversation will keep his anger at bay.

Alex barely looks up from his book, he was in the middle of a sentence when she interrupted him. He had spent half of the time it took her to clean up thinking of her punishment and he decided he would whip her twenty times with a silver tipped riding crop. “Sure... but you’ll need to shower again after your punishment. I’d rather not get mud on my tools.”

He glances over to her and takes in her disheveled look and sighs before he turns back to his book. As a roller coaster of emotions, Alex was acting pretty calm for once. He still wanted to double or even triple check her work knowing the paranoia would eat at him while he tried to rest. However, right at this moment he wanted to wait until she was busy again because he didn’t feel like having her follow him around while he did it.

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bitingdxown:

Effy’s heart soars at the way he looks at her, smiling wide. “Alex-” But then it all turns sour and she watches him with a sinking feeling. “Wait, just hold on.” He was getting worse and worse with this paranoia. Convinced they were being specifically targeted. She hurries to him, grabbing​ his hands before he can pack anything else. “I carried him,” she says loudly, and firmly. He needed to hear her.

Once she’s got his eye, she repeats herself slower this time. “Alex, I carried him. He just got too heavy on me at the end there.” She runs her fingers gently down the back of his hands. All she wants to do is comfort him but she knows he’ll probably grow annoyed with her. Still, she would try. He was her only family, her protector and her only friend. No matter how annoyed or cruel he was, she’d always do her best to keep him in good spirits. “I’ll clean it up, okay? Please, I want to help.”

Alex is nearly done packing a bag of essentials when he finally hears what she’s saying. His vision snaps over to her and he’s glaring. How could she know not a soul saw her carrying a dead man home? The bag is tossed to the side and his hands run through his hair a few times before he speaks again. And when he does, he sounds more tired than a vampire should be.

“Why do you do this to me, Effy?” he enters her personal space and has to look down to meet her eyes, “Can’t you do anything the right way? Why do we always have to go back and clean up our tracks?” Looking around the room, he decides he’s going to let her do it herself because he just doesn’t have the energy. “Just... just clean it up.” He walks off back to the kitchen to continue corking wine bottles full of blood.

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bitingdxown:

“No, I don’t-” Effy sighs, why couldn’t she express herself properly. Flushing, she wiggles her nose at him. “Sorry." She steals a kiss to his scruffy cheek before she’s darting out of their home. She’ll find that man and make her big brother proud. 

Hours later, she kicks open their front door and drags his corpse behind her. She’s smiling brightly, blood splattered on her face and chest. It’d been hard to find him. Even with his scent still fresh in her senses. She wasn’t a tracker of any sort. But once she found him, regaling his horrid tale to some friends at the pub, she’d waited til he was properly intoxicated. He couldn’t remember her, even gave her a good romp before she tore his neck out. 

Effy beams at Alex and drops the man’s leg. She smells of blood, and sex, booze, and fear. Not her own this time though. "I promised you Alex. See?”

From the kitchen he hears her coming, so he meets her in the living room. She gets to see a smile for about two minutes. His relief is demolished when he sees the trail of blood behind her.

“Effy! Is there a trail leading right to our front door?!” he rushes past her out the door to check. There is a puddle right in front of it and he slowly turns back to her with a horrified expression on his face. Stomping back into the house, he manages to close the door without slamming it. They needed to leave as soon as possible, anyone could have seen her carrying a body home and who knows how long the trail of blood is.

“Did the guy fuck your brains out before you killed him?” he bites as he starts packing up the most important things. He’s going to burn down the house with the dead guy inside and hope that fixes everything. Maybe they should have stayed at that farm, he should have let those redheads teach Effy a thing or two first. “Pack what you need, we’re moving again.”

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bitingdxown:

Disappointment floods her heart and she’s beginning to believe nothing will make him happy. She holds her wrist to her chest as she gets up to follow him. 

“Alex, wait,” she protests, catching up to him and grabbing onto his shirt. She slides between him and the door, hoping the action doesn’t earn her a smack. “Let me do it, please,” she begs him, looking up at him with earnest eyes. “Let me make you proud.” She desperately wanted to prove herself to him, make him adore her like before. Being such a disgrace to him was traumatizing. “I’ll kill him, I’ll even take my time. I can bring what’s left of him to you.” An offering of sorts.

Alex considers her proposition. On one hand, he wouldn’t have to clean up her mess. On another hand, it could be messy if the guy recognizes her at all.

“Be careful.” he holds up his finger to her and puts it on her nose, “If he sees you, he’ll run and cause a scene.” Should he be letting her go alone? It’s against his better judgment to let her go alone, but he would rather she handled this in the first place. None of this would have happened if she could just do things right. “Bring his dead body to me so I can burn it, I’m not gonna eat something already dead. Don’t ever suggest that again.”

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bitingdxown:

The angrier he gets, the more Effy wishes she’d never come home. And then she feels guilty even for thinking that. Alex did everything for her, cared for her and protected her. She repaid him by putting them in danger. When her bottom hits the chair, she knows what he’s going to do. She both hated and craved this. They had so much shared history, and not all of it was bad. There were the memories she kept alive, of him smiling and laughing but not out of cruelty. 

By accident she shows that to him at first, crying out at the pain from his bite. Shows him how lovely he was in the sun as they visited the beach together, melted ice cream cones in their hands. But she doesn’t linger, quickly showing him her dinner. A man of slight stature, raven haired with green eyes. He’d tasted like cream. She shares that taste with Alex, hoping to appease him.

The first vision frustrates him, not the memory itself but because it’s not what he asked for. He closes his teeth harder on her wrist and he thinks the memory changes due to his torture and not her knowing to change it herself. Alex never gives her any credit anymore, they only live because of him. 

It feels like he’s there, like these memories are his instead of hers. The taste is disgusting, he much prefers people that taste similar to a perfectly grilled filet mignon. When he gets everything he needs, he shoves her hand away and stands to walk out the door. “Come on, you’re coming with me.”

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bitingdxown:

Effy is shaken down to her core at the way he explodes at her, startling with a sharp intake of breath. “You’re right,” she says in a panicked tone. “You’re right, I’ll do better next time I promise.”

Alex didn’t mean anything by the way he spoke to her.  He was her big brother, he only meant to protect her, and she always found a way to fuck that up. He deserved a better sister, but she didn’t think anyone could love him better than she did. Sniffling, she wipes her nose with the back of her hand. She deserved to be starved, how could she be so stupid? If the hunters found them… “Alex, I promise. Okay?” She wants to rush to him and hug him around the waist like she did as a child but she knows that’s not welcome. 

He wasn’t always this way with her, he loved her dearly and only ever wanted to keep her safe. They were just going on a trip together before either of them settled down with their significant others, but after the accident everything changed. Alex didn’t seem to notice his behavior was much different than it used to be.

“Oh you promise, huh?” he scoffs and steps closer to her. “You always promise you won’t do something and then you just seem to forget.” Now Alex would need to find her victim and kill them before someone else did. He doesn’t even know what they look like or where they might be. So instead of asking for a description, he decides seeing it would be much more helpful. Alex pushes her into a chair and kneels in front of her. “Show me what happened!” he snaps before he bites down on her wrist.

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bitingdxown:

“I’m sorry,” she says automatically, looking down before she catches the anger in his eyes.  Effy knows she could do better. Decades was plenty of time to learn what upset him, and to make sure it didn’t happen. Maybe if she looked apologetic enough he’ll forgive her without too harsh a reprimand. Letting him see the fear in her eyes, she clasps her hands behind her back. 

“I should have known better Alex. Even if I was full, I should have snapped his neck for good measure.” You’re worthless, Elizabeth. She winces even though he hasn’t responded yet, his anger like a sharp blow already. 

Pacing the room this much is starting to give him a headache, which is interesting considering they are both technically dead. Alex had always been paranoid someone would find them if they didn’t murder their meals and burn the bodies. He glances at her a few times and rolls his eyes at her expression, she always tried to pull the sympathy card.

Useless. That’s why he had to save her all those years ago, and that’s why he’ll have to continue to protect her now. “If we don’t get rid of them, someone will find us Effy!” he stops and shouts, “Maybe I should starve you before we go out! Then you won’t feel the need to keep them alive.”

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