Collette || Charles: Paying The Devil To Dance
With every word, Charles’ evil grin grew wider and more horrifying. Anything that he wanted. Closing his eyes he began to imagine the wide scope of possibilities, everything from skinning the pelt from this four legged weakling to yanking each sharp tooth from the gum, one by one. He shook in excitement, feeling his hair raise as the chills coursed under his skin. It had been quite a long time since he had been given full control in a job and he intended to make full use of this once in a life time opportunity. This would be an experience that neither Charles nor Rebecca would ever hope to forget. Nodding his head with far too much pleasure, he walked to the far wall of the dungeon and lifted a heavy sickle in his grip. He ran his finger down the sharp curve in a seductive manner, keeping his eyes trained on Collette as the sharp point dug into his finger.
“Mmm, I love it when you talk business.” A line of bright blood dripped over his rough hand and down his wrist as he slowly stepped forward, “The way you cling to the illusion of control.” Stopping only several feet from his employer he lifted his finger to his lips, tasting the strangely familiar sensation of his own blood on his tongue. “It’s adorable.”
With a flash in his red eyes, Charles turned and drove the sickle through the dead mans waist and out the other side. His hip tore away from the upper half of his body, hanging slack on one end while farther up the cut tendons and muscles fought to support the dead weight. Pinkish intestines slipped out of the open cavity with a sickening squish and hit the stone cold floor to splatter gore at the murderer’s feet. Charles stood back up straight and flicked the weapon, shaking the blood from its edge and onto the exquisite dress and cheek of Collette.
“It’s a shame you had to kill him, this would have been fun to listen to. Oh well, I suppose I can take my frustration out on your friend Rebecca. I always did have a thing for torturing animals.”
He joked along with Collette but Charles was no fool, a werewolf was not a creature to take lightly. Especially one involved with Vargulf. Dominant pack animals were in tuned with their violent primal side, much as Charles was with his own. This would prove to be a unique experience for him, being brought to challenge a woman who was fully capable of protecting herself. Nothing like the sweet innocence he had grown so fond of. But if there was anything Charles liked more than destroying the pure essence of a young lady it was a woman who could hold her own in a fight. It was what had drawn him to Collette initially what with her fiery attitude and brute strength. But Collette was easily conquered with seduction and his ability to pass right through her if he so desired. It would be interesting to see what surprises this Rebecca Anske would bring his way.
Collette's assertion when it came to the ways of her inner creature were always rectified in a place like her dungeons. Vampires were supposed to be vile underneath of all the glamour & royalty; Collette made sure of that. In order to run De la Nuit in the most effective way the outer appearances of the clan must seem lush & posh, full of vampires that valued the richer things in their immortal life without worrying about the casualties outside her manor walls. Yet underneath of it all, Collette's spies & warriors such as Tate & Jean lingered in the background, waiting to strick up her army against anything that came between Collette & her desires. Her dungeons were proof of that; proof of the insanity that could muster out of Collette's brilliant mind when dealing with culprits of any sort or any race. & with her prisoners guts spewing from the clean cut that Charles endured, Collette breathed in the stench of death as if it were an old friend.
In a way, it surely was.
She hoped Charles understood the risks with this werewolf. Rebecca was rumored to not be a pushover, regardless of her size, & if Elki trusted her with his life then of course she were probably nothing less than the greatest warrior he owned. It bothered her, more than anyone besides an old friend in the countryside could understand, to know that Elki had followers that would die for him. She always wished he had turned out different.
"Glad you think I'm so adorable," she snickered, poking at the dotted red prints that Charles had slain onto her fancy dress. She smudged them against the fabric, leaving trails of crimson in patterns against her form. "It's a deal then, my love. Let me know when you finish doing whatever it is you decide to do to her. Oh, & just one more thing,"
Collette stepped towards her now present employee, taking one of his large hands into her own cold. Coated in blood, Collette traced her sharp nail against her skin, over his long fingers & staining her own flesh a matching shade of delicious red. She brushed her lips over his bloodied palm, dotting it with seductive & light kisses that made her inside leap with arousal.
"You're so tempting, did you know that? Everything about you..."
With lips that were red once more like her earlier feeding, Collette hovered over the phantoms wrist, breathing in his scent & the blood that flowed through his supernatural veins. Charles was a creature of pure instinct, something to be valued for & taken advantage of. He would be her escape when necessary, she decided, & Collette wouldn't mind letting him take his own adventure out on her. Besides, two beautiful beings such as themselves ought to be naughty together. It would be such a waste otherwise.
"The smell of your skin alone..." her thoughts were alost incoherent against her own skull, & with dashing blue eyes that radiated a dangerous emotion of lust she met his own. "Just come back soon, okay? Or I might start your payment without you,"
