Cursed Fangs, Vengeance Sworn

Have you seen some prick with a stupid Hawaiian shirt and a scummy-looking goatee? No? You want to help me find 'im? [Independent Fandomless OC]

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I can't even be mad that this was sent to the "wrong" blog, I needed to laugh at something today.

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She may never know more than what she learns tonight– vampires outside of their little coven were few and far between. Humans stay for the gimmick for the girls, but vampires had little reason to spend time with their kind. After all, spending a night with a human fulfilled two needs at once. Many came, drank their fill, kissed a dancer with a promise to return, only to vanish the next day. A very predictable cycle. 

He looks down at her, his gaze dark and deep; she’s always liked having eyes on her and even if his made him look ready to pounce at any moment, she rather enjoyed it. His touch felt rather nice too– the warmth was always appreciated, even if there was no blood involved. 

“I’m very good.” It’s purred against his stomach, kisses continuing down as she drags down his clothes, exposing more and more of him– “Ah, hm, almost forget–” Didi’s stopping on purpose, his underwear nearly halfway down, her lips just inches from what lay beneath– oh, but she swears it’s important!

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His eyes sharpen as she lays down the rules, and he grins those horrid teeth, completely undeterred. “Don’t give me a reason to hurt you, and I won’t,” he croons back, still clutching onto her with his claws. It mattered so very little to him if he was banned from this particular whorehouse; he didn’t plan on coming back, regardless of the time Didi gave him. Her attitude was unpalatable and he much preferred women with a personality as pretty as their face.

This one was like cracking open a beautiful apple, only to find it full of yellowjackets. Bleaugh. Oh, well. “Why would I even bother with your neck? You can’t breathe, you don’t have a pulse, you don’t have blood. Your pale little throat is the least of my interests. And going for mine is just folly, Didi.” She’s failing nearly every attempt to intimidate or threaten him. He holds himself together well, his claws tangling themselves in her dark hair. 

She pulls down, and what she’s greeted with is...definitely not anything she’s seen before. It’s translucent, and filled with what has to be something adjacent to blood, as it’s soft, no bones to speak of, springing forward in a manner almost comical. The head is split in twain, two finger-length prongs that twitch in an eerily organic way. It’s pseudo-segmented, soft ridges adorning the bottom of the shaft at even intervals, squishy “spines” running along the top. Whatever the “skin” of it is, it can’t be human skin; it’s too clear. 

He groans softly as it twitches once, twice, damp to the touch, but not, surprisingly, in a manner completely off-putting. “Mmmhn, careful with that. It’s a little sensitive...”

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He appears more relaxed, which is better for her and obviously important for what’s to come– even if he, apparently, wishes to be the one in control. She likes to wonder sometimes, what sort of lives other vampires may lead, based solely on their preferences, of course. Did he have so little control in his own life that he needed this to get off? To make her feel small so he could feel bigger in the end? It was an amusing thought and one that makes her submitting to him all the more worth it just so she can fantasize that once he’s out the door he’s back to some sad little life that he’s doomed to live with forever. 

He leans and she presses further, sharpened nails lightly scraping across his chest, her fangs just barely grazing the skin as she left more open-mouthed kisses against his quickly warming flesh. 

Fledgling– the more she heard it, the less she cared for it. It reminded her of a baby bird than the winged devil she could become. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth but he wasn’t paying her for her thoughts, was he? “Care.” She repeats, pausing in her ministrations to look up at him. As Didi raises herself up on her toes, their noses bumping into one another and her lips just ghosting over his own, she hums. Her gaze searches his, still silently curious about what he will be like, “I can do care.”

She couldn’t, not really. Not truthfully. But she could act rather well; it showed in the way she smiled, so warmly as she tugged him with a giggle on her lips towards the chaise. For a second it’s not hard to think of her with a pulse, with a loving heart, with soft words on her tongue as she pulls you into an embrace, into a kiss–

The eyes ruin the facade because even when she sits on her knees on the velvet, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, at the hem of his trousers again, they still manage to remain sharp and predatory.

If only she knew the truth, how angry she would be! A privateer- pirate, whatever he wanted to call himself these days- captain with a firm but respectful grip on a vessel as big as a mansion, if not bigger. A crew several dozen strong. In all honesty, the reason he had for so aggressively pushing her own ego down and back to make room for his...was preference. Nothing more, nothing less. Simple as that. If she knew that little fact, though, doubtless her world would fall to pieces.

He growls with pleasure when she etches his pale, dead skin with her short claws, ruthless carnelian eyes watching her with aggravating diligence. The sort of look a hawk gives a vole, a cat gives a bird; simply put, to him, she’s seen as prey at his mercy. How belittling. 

She’s so close, he can almost taste her, and the softness she shows him, however a falsification it is, brings an edge of warmth to his still heart that he hasn’t felt in...a while. And her gentle mirth, however fake, is enough to get his prickles to recede completely, at least for now. 

Her eyes are as deadly as his own, and it reminds him that this isn’t a living woman he can feed on. For shame. If only he had the gall to start that change...but he still needed to track down that insolent worm and fix this mess.

His own mahogany claws reach out to scrape at her own skin, a tremulous growl resting in his throat, clutching at her shoulders. “Mmh. There’s a good girl.”

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Ulrich. Sounds old, as no doubt he is. It’s hard to tell, really, which ones are ancient and which ones were turned this year. She’s met great, hulking vampires that look more beast than man– she thought the presence of an animalistic figure was indicative of age, and yet he still looked fairly human– minus the teeth of course.  

“Well, I believe they think they’re plastic.” She snaps her teeth to show they’re not fake in the slightest. “They find out too late that I don’t intend to eat them in the way they were hoping for.” There’s a girlish giggle, a sound that doesn’t quite fit with the rest of her look. His coat is gently placed on the back of the chaise, the velvet as red as the rest of the pieces in the Maison. “Hm, but I’ll be sweet to you.” Or as sweet as he desired her to be. 

And to show just how sweet, she’s quick to press against him once more– he’s paid his due, and thus gets the treatment he’s seeking; Didi gently paws at his chest and neck before leaning up to press kisses to his jaw, swift fingers eventually reaching down to unbutton his shirt. “The man with the big, big teeth…how does he want me, I wonder?” She questions, a low sigh leaving her as her hands slink beneath his shirt, feeling his strange warmth. “What must I do to make him moan, hm?”

At the notion that her teeth might be plastic or otherwise fake, he chuckles softly, a thrumming mirth in his chest. “Your clients aren’t very observant,” he muses, entertained by the thought of people who didn’t catch on that the prostitute who wasn’t removing her fangs probably couldn’t. She’s slowly creeping onto his good side as she simultaneously amuses and humors him, asserted as the one in command here, however hollow, however pretend. 

It’s enough, for now.

She leaves no air between them, and lays on the affection, leading him to lower his hackles, not smile so maniacally, gain an edge of softness to his deadly-sharp eyes. His guard is still up, but she at least gets that prickly outward act to recede some as she touches him- god, how long has it been since he’s been touched? Too long. He leans his body- athletic, a strong swimmer’s body- into her touch, sighing contentedly. His skin starves for attention, the same way his fangs starve for a lively vein to sink into. 

“You can start by handling me with care, fledgling,” he offers, the lids of his eyes hooding, “See if I won’t open up, hmm?”

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Didi smiles back at him, brushing aside his gold-digger comment to address something else. “Aw, that’s so close to my name, hm.” Speaking of names, he’s yet to give her one. “Manners, manners– how terrible of me. I completely lose my head when money’s waved in my face.” Typical. “I’m Didi. And what should I call you, hm?”

His attempt at an insult makes her lips pucker, a laugh being lost between those lips. “More wallet than wank, love– Not everyone’s a fan of the teeth.” While she may not have a mouth like his, her fangs were just long enough to make things…difficult. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” She’s unsure if he would be, but she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to being a little cruel to him. He seemed like the sort who needed to be knocked down a peg from time to time.

He begins to undress, then goes on– he was a chatty one, wasn’t he? Her fingers curl round the hem of his trousers, gently tugging him deeper into the room, smiling coyly all the while. “Trying to tempt me? That’s a new one.” Still, she tugs him closer, looking up to him with those bright eyes of hers as her hands now run over his shoulders, pressing herself against him momentarily before twirling away with his coat. “Wouldn’t want to dirty your pretty clothes, hm?”

She only proves his point, and his lips curl into a horrid, grim, too-wide smile. “Didi,” he snarls, in a voice too low and feral to be natural, “How simple. You may call me Ulrich.” No point in fooling about with fake names and such when she’s kind of played along with his “big man on deck” act so far. 

“If they’re afraid of the teeth, they shouldn’t hire vampire prostitutes.” It’s said simply and curtly, all business, not so much as a chuckle in his voice. At least, before he breaks the stony look and cracks another impish, curt smirk. “I might be. It’s a bit of a requirement, being as horribly pointy as I already am.” He grins again, letting those wretched, nightmarish teeth bristle outwards a bit. 

She tugs him forward, and his smile fades to just a smirk again as a flicker of something triumphant flashes in his eyes. He seems to like her trying to flaunt her power and authority. Maybe he finds it cute? It’s unclear, but what is clear is that he likes her pulling him like that. Her hands are on him, and he growls his approval, amused by her swiping his overcoat. “No, I suppose not.”

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dxspereaux‌:

Oh, he could certainly kill her, couldn’t he? She can see it in the spark of his eyes and how his canines glistened in his smile. “Nothing for free.” She adds with a smile that’s less artificial and something closer to a genuine smile, warmer than her body was capable of. “I’ve got a number of people who pay me without even getting sugar– I’m sure I’ll survive without one more.” She had to bite her tongue from asking him if he was a Bitter Daddy– perhaps she’ll bring that up later. How about when he’s about to cum. What a funny reaction that might bring.

That ‘relieve you of your dignity bit’ almost makes her snort but she manages to hide it, smile turning crooked as she tries to keep from laughing. Her ego alone was large enough to give her an abundance of dignity and narcissism– it would take a lot for to ever feel low, but he was welcome to try his best. And end up giving her his wallet as he did so.

“Darling, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.” Didi assures, taking hold of the clawed hand and leading him to the back rooms, the hallway dark and filled with the thumping of the music from the main room.

“Of course not, Diana. You are the epitome of a gold-digger.” And if you knew just what I was, you’d whisk away with me to get more than you’d ever dreamed of. “Sure you’ll survive? You seem to be a fledgling who sucks wallets and wank as much as she does blood.” Charming. But, he had no reason to be, if she wasn’t going to show him any respect. 

“Whatever I need you to be? How about whatever I want you to be, fledgling? I’ll give your leash a little slack, but if I give you an inch more, you’ll take a mile. I’m not so young and foolish anymore, little bat.” He’s led to the back rooms, and once the door is closed, he takes off his belt and unbuttons his overcoat, but that’s as far as he goes, grinning at her again. “If you really want what I have to offer, you’ll find it yourself.”

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synaphiemi‌:

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“Again, I don’t know who you are to think you can simply sanction me like this. Maybe I want to make sure this town is safe for my people before I give them my business, and you are being a hindrance.” As if by acid, he melts into mist, becoming as fog on the bay, and he tries to slip past her regardless, incorporeal as he is now.

Though he can’t speak in such a form, he still has the cognizance he needs to direct himself, and he twists through the air like a serpent, though should she try to catch him, she may find her hands slipping straight through.

~✦~  “My apologies, but it not your crew that I am concerned about. You are the one I worry of. These people have had many encounters with such beings and flocked here for sanctuary. I must ensure their safety.” She watched as he faded himself into a mist, zipping past her in the form. Ah, so he was one of those sub-species. Interesting.

Though she was a different kind, her speed made it easy to stay within an arms distance from his misted form. Buildings were of no issue, as her people always made sure to leave ways for her to move in and out through the town. Mortals are one thing, easy to catch. Vampires though, she could not allow one to roam free through her town until she knew her people would be safe around him. So she would stay with him for as long as possible. 

Sensing her following him, he feels his annoyance rise, though he doesn’t try to run from her, to avoid making her even more suspicious. He darts for the center of town, air resistance hindering him none as he does, so quick that a normal human would direly struggle to keep up. 

Interestingly, the mist hovers near the boards in town, before he re-materializes, looking thoughtful with his chin in his hand, his elbow rested in the other. “Hmmm...actually, I’ve found some use for you. Where to they list the bounties?”

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synaphiemi‌:

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Glowing embers stare from underneath the wide brim of his tricorn,  his breath coming out without mist in the chilly, salty air off the docks. He carries himself as a captain should, his shoulder strong and square, and when his lips part, far too many teeth gleam behind them, every one of them sharp and curved.

“I don’t know who you are to think that you can order me around, but I only wish to stock my ship. My crew is mortal where I am not, and they still require food and drink. You won’t block me off from supplying my people, and if you wish to, then you’ll very quickly get a fight. If you don’t want any violence, don’t get in my way.”

~✦~ “So sure of yourself. Confidence is needed for such a life.” From his posture and carry, it was obvious to her that he was the captain without him even speaking. But despite his words, she remained in his way, solid and unyielding.

“Be it as you say, the market is not open yet and the people of this town slumber. As the guardian of this town, I must insist you remain upon your ship until the market opens. If you so only wish for supplies, the people will be happy to give you such goods in trade. But if that is all you seek, then remaining upon your vessel until such the time should be of no issue.”

“Again, I don’t know who you are to think you can simply sanction me like this. Maybe I want to make sure this town is safe for my people before I give them my business, and you are being a hindrance.” As if by acid, he melts into mist, becoming as fog on the bay, and he tries to slip past her regardless, incorporeal as he is now.

Though he can’t speak in such a form, he still has the cognizance he needs to direct himself, and he twists through the air like a serpent, though should she try to catch him, she may find her hands slipping straight through.

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synaphiemi‌:

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~✦~ “In all my years, I would never expect one such as me would come upon this town by water. Curious, and yet also worrying. So, afflicted one. Who are you known as and what business of you in this small town? Careful of your answer, I will not allow harm upon the good people.” The woman stood, blocking his way from the docks in the early morning where the sun had still not risen. The white robes she wore almost glowed with her yellow eyes.

Glowing embers stare from underneath the wide brim of his tricorn,  his breath coming out without mist in the chilly, salty air off the docks. He carries himself as a captain should, his shoulder strong and square, and when his lips part, far too many teeth gleam behind them, every one of them sharp and curved.

“I don’t know who you are to think that you can order me around, but I only wish to stock my ship. My crew is mortal where I am not, and they still require food and drink. You won’t block me off from supplying my people, and if you wish to, then you’ll very quickly get a fight. If you don’t want any violence, don’t get in my way.”

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dxspereaux:

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That heat is strong as she traces his neck, and he blinks almost lazily as his ruby reds follow her, one deep, almost bronze brow raising in skepticism. “Of course, blood and money, money and blood, that’s all you want, and I have both, but I’m not sure how good for you mine would be.” Either, both, it’s not certain which he means, but he slips his tongue out to lick at his teeth, a nearly lavender-mauve appendage that has a pointed tip, and looks like it’s much, much longer than his mouth should allow.

“Are you sure you’ve seen it before? Maybe I’ve got piercings. Or…extras.” He hisses the last word, his smile curling nearly ear to ear as he looks so pleased with himself. “If you think you’re going to be the domme here, missus femme fatale, I’m afraid you’re horribly mistaken, but I can still provide you some incentive.” From the inner pocket of that nice, black jacket he’s wearing, he pulls a bent stack of what looks like 50s, swatting it a few times against his laid-out, open palm, and he wears a smug smirk.  “How about this, Siren?”

Despite her teasing words and lack of questioning about what type of vampire he was exactly, she was curious. Her Mistress, the one who changed her, had wings and powers far beyond Didi’s so she assumed he was something like her. An elder, a hybrid, something she shouldn’t be trifling with but, as usual, does anyway.

His tongue is unique and as he continues, her curiosity focuses on a different appendage. “I’ve seen piercings– and extras cost extra. That’s double the work for me.” Not that it wouldn’t be interesting or fun to work with.

Now the money has her mind going from red to green and it’s painfully obvious in her eyes. It’s snatched up quicker than he was time to even offer it to her. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you, love.” There’s a vice like grip on the money but her free hand does catch his jaw, pulling him even closer, close enough to see the sickly yellow of her eyes.

“You don’t want a domme, that’s fine– you just got yourself a very eager little kitten on your hands, babe.” She’ll play along if that’s what it takes to get a little more from him. It’s not like it’s hard acting submissive after all.

He’s about to snap at her hand, but she catches his jaw, and instead a wolfish grin crosses his face as mahogany claws come up to stroke at her bicep, his eyes glowing under the fringe of his fluffy, almost-auburn bangs. “Nothing but money, and nothing for love. If you’re wanting a sugar daddy, I’m afraid I’m not as sweet as you’re hoping.” He chuckles low, his English baritone making his laughter a little more foreboding than what’s necessary.

“I don’t want you to pretend to be a puling little whelp, either. If you’re going to relieve me of my money, I’m going to relieve you of your dignity. That’s my business. If you don’t want you honor that deal, I’ll be more than happy to pry my funds back from your pretty painted nails after I’ve broken both your wrists.”

Ah. Not such a gentleman, after all. What was to be expected of a vampire, who also seems to have a penchant for the ostentatious? “Now, shall we?”

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“Not, I’m not human, but as for me not sating you, I’d say otherwise.” Oddly contrarian for a vampire, but he reaches for her hand to bring her knuckles to his jaw, and he radiates warmth. He sighs, softly, the myriad teeth in his jaw making the air hiss, before leaning in. “Are you sure that I’m not the kind of man you’re looking for, little fledgling? The sort of dance that I’m looking for is considerably more…intimate. But, if you’d rather a more lively and less intelligent man, I can retract my offers.”

Ouch. 

“It’s up to you, darling.”

The warmth is surprising, but she should have expected he wasn’t like other vampires from his teeth alone. How typical. He’s a next level vampire and he feels he can come in and tell her what to do.

Well, she is a service worker and even she must put on a smile for a potentially paying customer. She hums at his words before circling him, fingers gliding along his jawline down to the curve of his neck and collarbone before they fall back to her side. “Darling. If you were living, I’d get blood which, as I’m sure you of all people know, is rather important to us…and if you were living and less intelligent, you’d over tip and that would make me a very happy little fledgling.” She coos.

Now in front of him again, her hands clasps together. “No offense, but if the only thing you have to offer is between your legs, I assure you, I’ve seen it before.” Hopefully he has a better bargaining chip.

“But, let’s say if that bulge in your pocket was a wad of cash, then I think we can make an arrangement. Even an intimate one.” Or as Didi internally says, show me the money!

That heat is strong as she traces his neck, and he blinks almost lazily as his ruby reds follow her, one deep, almost bronze brow raising in skepticism. “Of course, blood and money, money and blood, that’s all you want, and I have both, but I’m not sure how good for you mine would be.” Either, both, it’s not certain which he means, but he slips his tongue out to lick at his teeth, a nearly lavender-mauve appendage that has a pointed tip, and looks like it’s much, much longer than his mouth should allow.

“Are you sure you’ve seen it before? Maybe I’ve got piercings. Or...extras.” He hisses the last word, his smile curling nearly ear to ear as he looks so pleased with himself. “If you think you’re going to be the domme here, missus femme fatale, I’m afraid you’re horribly mistaken, but I can still provide you some incentive.” From the inner pocket of that nice, black jacket he’s wearing, he pulls a bent stack of what looks like 50s, swatting it a few times against his laid-out, open palm, and he wears a smug smirk.  “How about this, Siren?”

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“Like them? I went through a lot of hassle to get this smile, I might as well have someone appreciate it.” And she’s doing a fine job of stroking his ego, his lip curling further into a wry grin. 

“Of course you’re obvious. You’re a book opened to its index, which is helpfully color-coded and cross-referenced for my convenience. I can read you incredibly easily, darling. Now, the overlying question is what you want from me…”

And she’ll continue to stroke as long as it ends up with her desires being met– but now, she’s unsure if he could really fulfill what she’s looking for. Yes, he’s a sharp toothed redhead and even becoming a vampire hadn’t changed that oddly specific preference of hers, but there were two things she valued over sex these days.

Blood, being the obvious first. Money being second only due to her expensive tastes being alive and well even if she was the exact opposite.

He continues and she must hold in any snappy remarks she wishes to make. She didn’t enjoy being called out for her transparency, it seems. “I’m not sure if you could give it to me, actually. As gifted as I’m sure you think yourself to be,” A sugary sweet smile is flashed his way. “I’m guessing you’re not exactly human– and as refreshing as it is to meet you, you can’t sate me.”

“Now do you want a dance or what? Regardless of what I want, you came in here with an agenda of your own, non?”

“Not, I’m not human, but as for me not sating you, I’d say otherwise.” Oddly contrarian for a vampire, but he reaches for her hand to bring her knuckles to his jaw, and he radiates warmth. He sighs, softly, the myriad teeth in his jaw making the air hiss, before leaning in. “Are you sure that I’m not the kind of man you’re looking for, little fledgling? The sort of dance that I’m looking for is considerably more...intimate. But, if you’d rather a more lively and less intelligent man, I can retract my offers.”

Ouch. 

“It’s up to you, darling.”

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dxspereaux:

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Now, Didi wasn’t dense. She knew when she was outnumbered and that mouth of his was certainly a contender she didn’t want to mess with. She could get away with such threats with humans and fledgling vampires but this was something new.

However, no one would ever deny she wasn’t also bold.

“My, my, what a pretty set of knives you’ve got there.” She’s practically beaming as she thought of what one could do with a set of teeth like that. “Hm, am I really so obvious?” Of course she was.

“I just think my way is pretty fun, you know? And who doesn’t like fun?”

“Like them? I went through a lot of hassle to get this smile, I might as well have someone appreciate it.” And she’s doing a fine job of stroking his ego, his lip curling further into a wry grin. 

“Of course you’re obvious. You’re a book opened to its index, which is helpfully color-coded and cross-referenced for my convenience. I can read you incredibly easily, darling. Now, the overlying question is what you want from me...”