tragic, wasn't it?

Dorian Davenport, billionaire and lover of all things antique. It's truly a shame what happened at my party, wasn't it? I hardly know what to say..can you believe the tabloids are calling it "werewolves"?

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mundanesxul:

Taylor starred at the individual with wide eyes. “Yeah-Yeah it’s great.” Taylor chuckled nervously. “Are you…feeling okay?” Taylor asked the man.

“Perfectly splendid,” he narrowed his gaze before smiling. The boy might have been clueless, but her was cute. “Who are you? I’ve yet to see you around and this chaos might be...not your scene.”

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jyn-morton:

Feeling the hand on her arm, Jyn’s immediate reaction was to grab it. Until she heard the voice attached to it. Her head turned to the taller man, disgusted by that wide smile. All that mattered to the small witch was this was the man that hurt her sister. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you, Dorian.”

“I have done nothing to deserve such scorn, Ms. Morton.” He pulled at his tie. “Your sister is fine. Her girlfriend is fine. And I have created a world free of death. It’s lovely, dear Jyn. You should consider dark magic.”

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Dorian stumbled into the streets, red moon foreboding the sky. He was drunk with glee, happiness for a plan gone right. He reached for the nearest person, smile wide and unnatural. “Isn’t it lovely? The sky? The people? Isn’t it?”

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Blood Price || Kaia & Lyra & guest

Kaia and Lyra go to Cecelia’s apartment. In her bedroom, they find a surprise waiting for them.

Kaia watched as the street lights passed overhead, humming a tune softly to herself. After successfully picking up Lyra, they were on their way to Cecelia's apartment. She'd never been over there, its not like they were close by any means, but all employees had to have an address on file just in case. Funnily enough, this is not how she imagined her first time of going over there would take place but she supposed this was her penance for going all Spooky!Witch on her co-worker. Looking over at Lyra, she tapped her hands on the steering wheel and huffed. "I make a right up here, yeah?"

Lyra absently stared out the window as Kaia drove, mulling over what her friend had told her. While she wasn’t surprised by Cecelia’s response to being told her boss was a witch, it made her nervous that she might decided that her own interest in the supernatural, might be too much for her. “Yeah, up here. I think. I’ve only been once, and that was because Jyn wanted me to drop something off from her mom and that was months ago.”

Kaia nodded as she made the turn for Cecelia's apartment, thankful when she saw it in plain view in front of them. After finding a parking spot, Kaia parked her jeep before hopping out and heading over to Lyra's side of the car. "C'mon babes, hop up." She said as she opened the door, turning around so her back was facing Lyra. "You may have thought I was kidding about giving you a piggy-back ride but I can assure you... I was not. Now climb up before I just float you up there. I'd really rather not cause another stir."

Finally they pulled up to the complex and Lyra let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She’d spent the entire car ride steeling herself for this, but now that they were there, her nerves were back full force. It was crazy, the last time she’d been worried about someone’s opinion was when she was eight. She was brought from her musings by Kaia opening the door. “You’re really going to carry me there?” She asked with a laugh, shaking her head. “Fine, fine, lean down properly, some of us are shorter than you think.” She quipped, before climbing on.

Kaia rolled her eyes, hunching over far more than she should have just to be a butt to her friend. "Okay? This good?" She pretended to buckle under the non-existent weight of Lyra before beginning the small trip up to Cecelia's front door. Without saying, her car door shut as if on its own, but of course they'd both know what it really was. When they got up to the door, Kaia lifted a hand to knock on the door with some force. She wasn't expecting for the door to slowly, and creepily, creak open. "Oh... Fuck. Lyra? I think we have a problem..."

Lyra laughed at Kaia’s antics, shifting slightly as her leg twinged painfully. “I swear, you’re absolutely ridiculous.” Her laughter died a few moments later when Kaia knocked on the door, only to have to creak open on its own. “Oh no.” She started shift, sliding off Kaia’s back as she pushed forward, ignoring the burning in her leg as she stumbled into the apartment, terror coursing through her veins. “Cecelia? Cecelia, are you here?” She yelled, reaching inside the doorway to find the light switch. “Cecelia!” Lyra’s heart was beating a thousand miles a minute as she looked around, seeing no signs of the other girl.

Kaia got the impression that something was very much wrong when the door swung open from her knock, but what she didn't expect to see was the terrified expression of Lyra. Was she missing something? She thought that these two were just friends. But the fear in those eyes... She'd recognized it as the same kind of fear she'd had when she'd seen Elle's poster for the first time all those months ago. "Lyra, hey. Hey! Quiet. She could possibly have just left it open on her way out. We don't know yet. And also..." Kaia lowered her voice then, motioning down the darkened hallway that led to who knows where. "We don't know if someone else is here. So just... Stay by me. Okay?"

Lyra knew Kaia was right, that it was stupid for her to go busting in, screaming and yelling, but it was so hard not to. What if Davenport had kidnapped her? What if he was hurting her? What if she was already dead? Shaking her head, “No, I know, I’m sorry. I just, who leaves their door open like that? Especially if there was a known wolf attack and you just found out your boss has magic?” She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself and let her rational mind take back control. “Okay, I’m right here with you.”

Kaia felt her chest tense at the sight of the dark hallway, soon letting her open palm greet the air before looking at it intently. A bright ball of flame appeared in her hand as she began to move down the hallway, making sure she was in front of Lyra. "If there is someone down here, I want you to get out. I don't care that you'll want to help, you get out of here. You run, crawl, hobble, I don't care. But you call someone and you leave." She quickly handed Lyra her keys with her free hand before continuing down the hallway. The only door that was shut was what she assumed was Cecelia's bedroom. Her hand hovered over the handle, trying to keep her breathing as contained as she could. "Alright.. On the count of three. One... Two... Three!" As she opened the door with a swift swing, she honestly had no idea what she was going to find, just that she knew she had to make sure Lyra was safe.  

A present sat on the bed, wrapped with care and untouched even by the person in the room. The label glistened under the light that streamed into the room, Lyra's name on it in perfect cursive. Dorian stood by the window, wiping blood off his hands with one of Cecelia's shirts. The view was surprisingly nice out of her window, children running and laughing outside despite the cold. "Do you think they know what happened up here?" He asked, more to himself than to the audience behind him. Eventually, he turned, smile on his face. "Thank you, Ms. Ryder. I was hoping you'd bring Lyra to me."

Lyra‘s face turned sheet white as she stared at Davenport, more specifically, the blood he was wiping on Cecelia’s shirt. “What did you do? Where’s Cecelia!?” She shouted, taking a half step forward, before Kaia’s hand stopped her. It was only then when she realized that there was a small present sat on the bed, her name listed in neat script. "Where is Cecelia?” She demanded, not acknowledging his obnoxious comment about the children. Taking another half step, she growling low in her throat, a courage she hadn’t know she had taking head, “If you’re not going to talk to us, you can go.”

Kaia should have known Dorian was going to show his face again, she just didn't think that it would be this soon or even in Cecelia's home. Snuffing the fire out immediately as her hand clenched into a fist, Kaia noticed the blood on his hands. Her stomach swirled as she swiftly stopped Lyra from moving any closer to him. There wasn't much she could do in this moment, not knowing what Dorian had up his sleeve. "What the hell do you mean? I didn't--How did you even know that I was going to be bringing her with me?" Kaia looked over her shoulder as the other woman growled, eyes widening at the display before she quickly turned back to look at him. "What did you do, Dorian?"

“Ears in the right places,” Dorian breathed out, calm despite the yelling, despite the look on either of their faces. He threw Cecelia’s shirt aside, the blood nowhere near clean. “For once, I didn’t do anything. I was trying to use her as a lure but I’m afraid someone took her from me.” He pulled a knife from his pocket, stepping closer to the girls. “I need Lyra’s blood. So if you could kindly comply, it would save us all some time.”

Lyra scowled, an unfamiliar rage stirring within her. “Ears in the right places, eh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And who took her? I know you know, so tell me. No more of this cloak and dagger bullshit!” She clenched her fists, her mind spinning a mile a minute, trying to figure out what his angle was. “My blood? What for?” There were several rituals and spells that needed blood, but without more information, it could be just about anything.

Kaia tried to hold Lyra back but the girl was making it utterly difficult with the whole trying to get up close and personal with Dorian. "Okay..." She began calmly, trying to keep level-headed as she saw the knife being pulled out. Swallowing thickly, she turned to look at Lyra, her gaze fiery. "Stop. Talking." Before you get us both killed, was the part she left out. Turning to face Dorian once more, Kaia placed her full body in front of the other girl, arms spreading out as she raised her chin at the man in front of her. "Why do you need her blood? And why did you need to murder those people at the party? What's the gain, Dorian?"

Dorian sighed, bored with Lyra’s yelling. “If you want to know so bad, I’ll trade you. Blood for information.” He’d considered just attacking while they slept, and maybe that was the better option. But Dorian was a fan of his theatrics. “Isn’t it obvious?” He smiled, gesturing, “I’m going to get back what this world stripped of us. I’m going to see my family again.”

Lyra gave a mirthless laugh at his stupid expression and his bored drawl, “Oh yeah, I’m the unreasonable one here. You’re the crazy one!” She clenched her jaw, “You’re trying to bring back the dead, aren’t you? A life for a life? Or more accurately, 21-” Her breath hitched, “-22 lives?” A chill ran down her spine as she considered all of the information about reincarnation that she’d absorbed in the last few days. “Who took Cecelia, then? And who told you we were coming here?” There were a lot easier ways to do this, Lyra couldn’t help but think, though she doubted this was the best moment to comment on that fact.

Kaia blinked. That was his big reveal? Seriously? His family? Sure, Kaia would give anything to see her mother again but there was no way in hell she'd sacrifice innocent lives just to do so. "I understand the need.. No.. The desire to bring your family back. Hell, I'd love to even meet my dad who abandoned me before I was even born. But I can't toy with that. I can't mess with death and life. And for the record, you're going to have to take her blood over my dead body." She coldly spoke, eyebrow raised as she remained in front of Lyra.  

Were they...insulting his plan? The very thing he’d spent years waiting for? Dorian frowned, “it’s more than that. I can make a world for them to live in. One free of annoyances like you,” he snarled, gripping his knife tighter. “I’ll tell you whatever you want if you let me have your blood, Lyra. You won’t get Cecelia otherwise, you won’t even be able to try and stop me. As a bonus, I’ll release my grip on her. I just need your blood.”

Furrowing her brow, Lyra tilted her head in confusion. He sounded absolutely delusional. "Is that even possible?” She knew she was knew to the whole dark magic thing, but that sounded beyond unreasonable. As he mentioned Cecelia, Lyra bit her lip in consideration. “So you were controlling her. Were you controlling them all?” Her voice cracked halfway through the word, her mind reeling at the implication that Cecelia had been one of the werewolves that attacked.

Kaia felt herself slowly begin to put the pieces together, what with Cecelia being at the party and being controlled and--Oh shit. She was... No. She couldn't be--She couldn't even be... But then again, she was super strong and--Holy shit. Well then. "You're going to release your grip on her anyway, and no matter what, you're not taking her blood. If you want blood... Take mine." Kaia said with an air of defiance, stepping forward and pulling up the sleeve on her cardigan, showing her bare arm. "Do it then. If you need blood so much."

Dorian groaned, slapping a hand to his face. “Obviously,” how they didn’t piece that bit together by now was far beyond him. “Your little friend is perhaps the weakest person I have ever met. Her mind snapped for me in an instant, what a sad girl.” He shook his head, chuckling at Kaia’s attempt at self-sacrifice. “It needs to be Lyra’s blood. So please, step aside and you can have your friend back and I can move on.”

Lyra rolled her eyes. "Did you really just face palm?” The calm she felt immediately disintegrated when he insulted Cecelia, but instead of rage, she felt pure indigence on her behalf. “Excuse her for not being prepared to be casually possessed on a friday night.” She snarked. “Where is she, then? You said someone kidnapped her before you did. Who was it? And you still haven’t told us who sent you here. And why my blood? I’m just an ordinary human. I have no extraordinary abilities or traits, I just read a lot.” So far he’d answered most of their questions, if not right away, so maybe he’d end up letting something else slip.

Kaia knew that eventually their luck was going to run out, that Dorian was going to try something and Lyra would be out of options. "I'm not stepping aside, Dorian. You're not accomplishing this psycho plan of yours." Her eyes found his as her hand unclenched, palm facing upwards as another flame sprung forth from the skin there. "I need you to leave. Now."

“So you don’t want your friend back? That’s fine. I quite like meddling in her mind.” Dorian pointed to the present on the bed, “that’s for you Lyra, for your birthday. I watched her deliberate over it like some anxious dog. I made her pick out the red stationary, it was more your color.” He sighed, shaking his head at Kaia’s display. “If you want any answers, anything at all. You will let me have Lyra’s blood.”

Lyra blanched as she realized that must’ve been the gift Cecelia had gotten her. Rubbing her hands on her pants, she took a hesitant step forward. The back of her mind screamed that it was a trap, but her heart said that it wasn’t. “Stop calling her that!” She snapped. Turning to Kaia, she nodded to the gift, wordlessly asking her to bring it closer, before turning back to Davenport. “So what you’re saying is that, for the small price of my blood, you’ll maybe give her back because you really don’t care about her at all. You’re actually end game is to bring your whole extended family back from the dead and make them a pseudo-world to live in? You know how insane your plan is, right? Nothing good ever comes of messing with that kind of magic. Maybe if you’d pick up a history book instead of a dark arts book, you might actually learn something.”

Kaia bit her lip, not really knowing what to do since this was literally being stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Okay, okay... So basically we have to give her blood in order for us to possibly get our friend back? That sounds totally not misleading at all." Kaia really didn't want to get Lyra in a place where she had to give her blood over to this psychopath but did she have a choice? Did either of them? Slowly she grabbed the box after she doused the flame once more, handing it to Lyra. "I can't in good conscious have you harm my friend, Dorian."

That wasn’t exactly Dorian’s plan, but he only had their curiosity to thank for his leverage in this situation--so he didn’t bother correcting her. “I don’t care what comes of it,” he sighed once more, “I will do what is necessary for this world.” He tossed the knife into his other hand, slowly approaching Lyra and out stretching his hand, asking for hers. “You will have your friend back the moment I get Lyra’s blood. As a token of my good faith I will tell you that she is currently at the house of one Joanne Leakey. I will release my hold on her the second you give me your blood Lyra. She is only useful in so far as getting to you, Lyra.” He turned to Kaia. “If it makes you more comfortable, you can be the one to draw the blood.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” Lyra said with a frown, subconsciously taking a step back. Joanne Leakey? The woman who spent the night of Davenport’s party giving her advice about how to charm Cecelia...had kidnapped Cecelia? Sure she was a bit odd, but to kidnap someone? That seemed a little dramatic. “Bring her here.” She cleared her throat. “Prove it and bring her here.” She knew that giving him her blood shouldn’t be on the table at all, having Cecelia dangled in front of her made her care less about the fate of the world, especially if the other girl was the price to be paid.

Kaia rubbed at her temples, not sure where this was all going to go. It seemed like they were going in circles, Dorian wanted blood, Lyra and herself didn't want to give it to him. Lyra wanted to get Cecelia back and Kaia really wished that none of this was happening and that she was in bed, asleep. "I have no idea who the hell Joanne Leakey is but whomever she is, she's going to have some explaining to do." Kaia turned to look at Lyra, eyes pleading. "I don't know what to do..."

Dorian groaned again, at this point, he was ready to just give up on doing this the nice way, but he steeled himself and tried it again with a smile. "Fine," he clapped his hands together, a large purple circle appeared beside him. In the center was Cecelia Blair; battered, bloody, bruised and curled up watching some movie that didn't matter to her, or to any of them. "Proof enough?" He sighed, "here. Let's show you this too." He cleared his throat, snapping his fingers together as Cecelia jumped up. "Cecelia, I want you to do a push-up." And sure enough, the girl in the vision dropped to the floor, doing one push-up before bouncing back to her seat as though nothing had happened. "Now. Blood."

Lyra gasped, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth as she took in the state of the other girl. Stepping forward, she reached out for her, but before she could get too close, he spoke again and she watched in horror as Cecelia did exactly as she was told. “Let her go. You said you’d let her go too. She’s hurt. Give her to us and I’ll give you my blood.” All of her restraint went out the window once she’d seen the state the other girl was in. Surely Roch or the other witches could take down Davenport. It couldn’t just be on her and Kaia’s shoulders. It couldn’t just be at the cost of Cecelia’s life. She’d already watched 21 people be murdered in cold blood, and she wasn’t about to let her be number 22.

Kaia felt her jaw drop at the image of Cecelia right next to them. She looked so sad, so... Fragile. Which of course was not a word she would normally associate with the younger girl. "Oh God..." She managed to get out before she watched as Dorian ordered her to do something, anger coursing through her veins. So he had direct control whenever he wanted, exactly like how it had been in the bookstore. Blue eyes glared daggers towards Dorian before looking at Lyra. She wanted to reach out, to stop her, but she had no idea what was going to happen. "Lyra... This is your choice. It's your blood. I don't... I don't know what to do."

Dorian was getting impatient. “I told you she’d be freed once I got your blood.” He hissed, stepping next to Lyra with his knife drawn. “Give me your arm now. And Ms. Ryder if you try to stop this I will go after those you love just the same.”

Lyra swallowed thickly, having the distinct feeling that there was something wrong, that she was about to make the wrong choice. But then her eyes drifted over to Cecelia, to her cuts and bruises, and she knew it wasn’t a choice at all. “Kaia I- I have to. I have to.” She repeated, half convincing herself as she stepped forward, extending her right arm, only to pull it back at the last second. “When I do this, you release her, and you don’t harm her again. Nor my sister or Kaia. We’re doing a blood oath and Kaia will perform the spell.” She steeled her gaze, hoping he would take the offer so they could take Cecelia away from there.  

Kaia was not prepared for Lyra to mention a blood oath. "A... Lyra, you can't be serious. That's not--" She'd only seen or heard of that being done, never using it for herself. Sure, she knew the magic behind it, but she knew better than to know that Dorian could find some kind of loophole. "I get what you're wanting. I just don't know if this is exactly a good idea. People have found ways around it." She looked at Dorian, eyes pleading, despite knowing that it wouldn't work. "Just take her blood and bring her friend here. Then just... Go. Please."

Tired. Angry. Impatient. Dorian stopped caring, snapped his fingers, whisking away the vision as he quickly lunged forward, taking the arm Lyra had retracted and cutting into it. As blood spilled he let it fall on to the blade and moved backward, laughing. "This is it! This is it!" He stared at the two with a large smile, genuine. "I have no care for any of you. I have won." He laughed, eyes devoid of any reason as magic blackened his veins. He clicked his tongue, releasing his lock on the blonde werewolf more out of a need to have more space in his body for more important magic than keeping his promise. "This is it!" He chanted one last time before he was gone, a whisper in the wind, vanishing like a breeze. In his place, a pile of ash. The town of Wallcord didn't know it, but Lyra and Kaia had just shaped their days to come.

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ashmatts:

Turning to meet the hand and voice’s owner, he could only click his tongue and give a shrug in response. “You could say that.” Truthfully, he was there for the free food and drinks. “Thanks for the booze.” His empty hand gave the other man a thankful tap on the shoulder, ready to initiate his leave. This interaction had to be about the host noticing he slipped into the manor without a proper invitation, right? 

Dorian raised a brow at the man, he didn’t recognize him, but he didn’t recognize many people here. “Yes well, if you want the good stuff...” Dorian said, sensing the man’s intention to go. “I can show you my good collection. You look like the kind of man that’d like a little more than wine.”

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charlxttesvmmers:

Charlotte knew a powerful, influenceable man when she saw one. Dorian Davenport as a client could be essential to making ‘Charlotte’s Bakery’ that staple of Wallcord that she dreamed it could be. “I absolutely DO take special orders.” She spoke with a smile, but the potential customer didn’t need to know that he would be the first.

“Perfect,” he reached down into the pocket of his suit jacket to produce a small card. “This has my number on it, but I will be contacting you about that special cake. My friends tell me wonderful things about your bakery.” He offered her the card. “I hope to do business with you soon, Ms. Summers.”

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melisanderr:

“Oh, well, happy anniversary!!!” Melisande announced, but she studied the man’s face and second-guessed herself. “Merry Christmas?” She asked, a little unsure what to say. She had read most of the greeting cards at a bookstore so she wasn’t going to be speechless, or at least she hoped. 

“It’s...not that either...” He smiled, “I like you.” He announced, meaning it honestly. Her bright attitude and sweet honesty was refreshing, even on a man like Dorian. “Christmas is in December, but I like this notion of a second Christmas in January,” he grinned, “maybe you’re on to something there. Now, what’s your name, dear?”

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Full Moon Rising || Lyra & Dorian

Lyra hides under a table and a certain rich party organizer finds her...

Dorian was pleased. Standing over the ballroom with blood streaked across the floor as he could hear shouting in the distance. The police would take a while to come, and he had his story planned for them. He stepped around the blood, surveying the room, simply taking a moment to admire it before it would be taped up. It was then he noticed the last thing he expected to see. "Lyra?" He ducked his head under the dessert table, how long had she been there? "Did you watch the whole thing? Oh, you poor girl, come. You shouldn't be here." She was ruining his moment.

Lyra could barely believe her eyes as she peeked out from under the dessert table, thankful that it hadn't been upturned in the chaos. She hadn't expected to find herself a spectator to the carnage, but when they came crashing in, her first instinct was to hide, and her drunken mind wasn’t able to remind her that running would have probably been a better choice. It was an instinct she regretted even more as the table cloth was suddenly flipped up to reveal Dorian Davenport staring down at her, his expression unreadable and a chill ran down her spine. It took her a moment to find her voice, and she barely recognized the sound as she spoke. “I-I didn’t know what to do.”

"Oh," Dorian shook his head, extending a hand to help her up. "Don't worry. I simply though most people would have ran at the sight of large...hairy creatures." He paused, "why did you stay?"

"I- um- I just acted on instinct, I guess?" She murmured, her throat suddenly dry. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she took his hand, staggering to her feet. Goosebumps ran up her arm and she found herself speaking again, her voice as soft and unassuming as she could make it. "Your wine does it's job well, and I may have overindulged."

Dorian narrowed his gaze on her, he didn't peg her to be a liar, but he could hardly believe she was being honest. He gripped her hand tightly has he helped her up, just a little too tight to be comfortable before snapping his hand back. "Is that so?" he growled, "maybe you should stay and have more? Why don't you tell me how you came to have such prying eyes."

Lyra felt her stomach drop as his grip tightened around her hand, before being pulled away. Part of her knew that the reason she stayed was just her own stupid curiosity, her fascination by all things supernatural--and the werewolves that attacked definitely fit under that descriptor--but she doubted he would appreciate her reasoning. Moreover, it really had been a subconscious decision to stay, her functioning brain having taken off after the third glass of wine. “I- um- I should find my sister. She’d probably worried and looking for me.”

“No!” Dorian barked, eyes glowing with red power as the door leading out to the ballroom smashed shut with invisible force. “Stay,” he reached out to grip her arm, tight and uncaring if she bruised under his grip. “It’s dangerous out there, don’t you know? There’s monsters. Stay where it’s safe. I’ll call your sister.” There should be 22 dead, just as the ritual detailed, but there was a sinking feeling in his stomach that one was missing. And it very well could have been Lyra.

Eyes widening in surprise and fear, Lyra backed away from Dorian, her mind trying to clear through what was left of the haze in her mind to figure a way out of the mess she’d gotten herself into. She honestly had no idea if her sister was even at the party, nevertheless whether or not she’d know she was missing. As his eyes glowed red, Lyra’s heart rate spiked, and she suddenly her mouth was moving and words were pouring out, her mind coming up with something resembling a plan. “Yeah, no, you’re probably right.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, she moved around towards the window as naturally as she could. “I- um- I’ll just wait here, if that’s okay? I- there’s- I just want to be further away from-.” She trailed off, glancing at the carnage by her feet.

He let her go, slowly, reluctantly. But her answer pleased him, and Dorian new better than to draw any more suspicion to him now. "Fine, I understand." He glanced down, blood covering expensive marble floors. "Have you seen blood before?" He asked, "I came home once to it, since then it looks like nothing to me..." he trailed on, not paying attention to Lyra. "It's our life, this disgusting red fluid, but I feel nothing for it. Not since it was stripped of me..."

Lyra felt her own blood run cold as he spoke, looking at the blood with a detached kind of- apathy? She couldn’t quite tell what his angle was, but she knew for sure, it was nothing good. “I have, but nothing like this.” She answered honestly. As he continued to speak, Lyra could tell he was drifting off in his thoughts and she took the opportunity to move closer to the broken window, trying to mentally orient herself. The last thing she heard him say before she broke into a run was chilling, but it only served to compel her to run faster. not since it was stripped of me. The thought alone sent adrenaline pulsing through her as her legs pumped under her, carrying her away from the house as fast as they could.

It took Dorian a moment to notice his missing audience, but as anger drained from him and the coldness he was used to settled in, he found himself not caring. He stepped up to the window she'd darted out of, watching her with curiosity. "Poor girl," he whispered. Without flinching, he snapped his fingers, red magic fluttering around them as she watched a shadow jump out from the bush and give chase to Lyra. The creature dropped to all fours and sped after her, effortlessly flying bye her. "Hanged," it growled, "hanged man." The wolf creature clung to Lyra's legs, pulling her to the floor as it dug it's nails into her right leg, slashing her in one long swipe.

The scream that tore from Lyra’s throat echoed through the trees as she found herself suddenly grounded, the searing pain shooting up from her leg nearly blinding her. Running on pure adrenaline, she forced her aching body to roll and began to kick at the creature--the werewolf--with her left leg. Thinking as quickly as she could, she reached up and pulled out her earrings as it lunged at her again. Shifting to the side, she just barely managed to avoid its chomping jaws, before stabbing at it’s neck, sinking the fish hook earrings into the skin just under its ear. With a loud howl, the creature stumbled back and Lyra used the last of her strength to hold her weight on her good leg, moving towards the sound of sirens in the distance, praying to gods she wasn’t sure existed that the werewolf behind her would abandon it’s task and she might get out of this situation alive.

Dorian watched, he was always watching. He hated that about himself, but in this moment there was nothing to do but watch. The werewolf's cries reached even his ears and he whistled out, impressed. He didn't know it then but he was right, there were only 21 bodies. And Lyra didn't know it then either, but Dorian knew she was meant to be the 22nd. If Dorian Davenport wanted to be known for one thing, it was his ability to fix mistakes, and Lyra was a mistake he was ready to fix. Nothing would stand in his way now. Nothing.  

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callmekaia:

She barely managed to not jump the moment his fists slammed into the coffee table, holding her ground as he came towards her with a fiery gaze. Whoever Dorian really was, Kaia knew that she’d just met someone very, very dangerous. His words were direct, icy and controlled. Her chest puffed, nostrils flaring as she felt anger coursing through her at the thought of what this man was about to do. She had to do something, to warn them. But the way he looked at her, the tone in his voice… She knew she was too late. 

“In every walk of life there are always men like you.” Her jaw hardened, hand itching at her side as she focused on thoughts of heat, of flame. “And every time there are people out there who stop them. It may not be me… But it will be someone. And then you will learn what it means to watch.” With that, Kaia threw her hand up, letting the fire scorch the air between them, knowing it wouldn’t hit him, just bide her enough time to escape the room. And the second that she did, she heard it, heard them. He’d been right….

There wasn’t a thing she could do.

“I wish there were more men like me,” he responded honestly, calmness taking him. “More people. People willing to do what it takes.” He stood there for a moment, watching her. He could feel it, the magic igniting in her, and he simply smiled. “You could stop me, but you know what it’d take. If you ever want to borrow one of my tomes on dark magic, just ask.” He smiled, fire hurling towards him but he didn’t flinch. He took it all with a grin. “You’re wrong!” he called out, “I know exactly what it’s like to watch! And when you get tired of being an observer...”

At that point she was far gone, but Dorian continued to speak anyway.

“Then, you’ll snap and you won’t be any different from me, Kaia. I feel it, I feel it in you. Darkness.” 

And with that, he was gone.

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melisanderr:

“Y-yes… yes, I am,” Melisande guessed. She nodded her head and said, “Happy birthday!”

Dorian stood there, mouth agape. He blinked, then laughed, genuinely. “I-it’s not my birthday,” he explained, “but thank you. It was sweet of you to say.”

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callmekaia:

So he was one. How she had not seen it, that was probably the worst part of all of this. Well–Besides the fact that he had dark magic right at his fingertips and he seemed really keen on using it. “I do understand the haunts that Wallcord has experienced have been… Unusual over the years. But I can guarantee you, I’ve tried my best to protect the town in whatever manner I could have.” Her brow furrowed as he mentioned the full moon once more, fully facing him now. He was so close now, Kaia unable to help the way she swallowed thickly. 

“The difference between you and me is my involvement in them. I can be intrigued and not participate. There is a difference. There has to be a balance. This town needs all the good that it can get.” Her gaze was unwavering, not really caring to bring the council into this, since she didn’t care for them that much but if he was going to, so would she. “Wouldn’t the council take issue with whatever it is you’re planning on achieving?”

Slowly it began to fall into place… A full moon. A life for a life. Killing dozens. Her breath hitched as it finally dawned on her. “You brought us here for your ritual. What have you done?”

He frowned, “You would do better for this town if you tapped into magic more powerful, you know.” Although he was sure that they both knew that Kaia was more than aware that she could be doing something far more powerful.

“Balance!?” He snapped to her, slamming his fist into the table, rattling the glass before he stomped up to her. “You think the world cares about balance? You think the council cares!?” He breathed out, running a hand through his hair before pacing again. “The council doesn’t care,” he stopped, “I would know. I fill their pockets.” He smirked at her.

He laughed at her fear, then at her words. “Nothing you can stop,” he lowered his voice down to a sinister drawl. “I have waited years. You will either stand with me or you will get out of my way, Ms. Ryder. There is not a thing you can do now. I suggest you simply watch.”

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callmekaia:

Before she could even begin to imagine what the man was going to do, he did the unthinkable. Suddenly the coffee table was no longer a table but a means of hiding something, something far too dark. She had books in her basement, among other things. But she’d never gone this far, this deep into black magic. In fact, it was something she never meddled with. “A life for a life? I….” She stepped forward, closer still to the man who was beginning to take on a whole different tone, a different aura that was making Kaia more than a little alarmed. 

“I do have… Books of the Dead.” One in particular was stored away in her basement, kept hidden from prying eyes. “But I keep them as ways of learning of the past. I don’t… Use them for my… My magic.” She’d never admitted that out loud to anyone, well, she’d almost told Elle but of course, she’d been taken from her too soon. But something told her that Dorian knew far more about everyone than he’d first let on. Blue eyes drifted to the book before focusing back on the man. “You don’t… Plan on using those tomes–Do you?” Kaia looked out the window of the library, noticing the full moon high in the sky, her stomach instantly forming knots. 

He hadn’t expected shock. Wasn’t their conversation leading to this point? Wasn’t Kaia the same? What other use for magic was there?

“The council won’t like you having those...” he smiled, “don’t worry. I won’t tell. Us witches should look out for each other.” He walked around the library, pacing in a small line. “Ms. Ryder, do you understand what kind of a place Wallcord is? Do you think a full moon means anything anywhere else?” He stopped pacing and approached her. “Kaia,” he breathed, “I think you can help me. What ever you want, you can have.” He paused, “I’ve been waiting years for this moment. I would be a fool if I didn’t use everything I had.”

Another pause. “You don’t need to pretend you aren’t interested in the dark arts.”

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casuallyxcruel:

Incubus titled his head almost unnoticeably, watching the man closer. There was an interesting view, for sure. An amused smirk tugged at his lips when he raised a brow. “Your party, your guests… Possessive man of you, “ Seth mused, this time the motion of his head not hidden at all when he tilted it more. “How could I say no to such attentive host?” he added with an almost sweet smile, but eyes stay usually cold. The invitation he got… well, it wasn’t really for him as much as it was for his fiance, but it didn’t stop Seth from  steal  borrow it. Plus, a good way to find new friends, wasn’t it?

What a perspective man. “I like when things are mine,” he smiled, “don’t we all?” He snapped his fingers, not taking his eyes off Seth as servants flanked him, quickly pouring wine into a glass and handing it over to Seth’s open hand. “Are you enjoying yourself? I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around, sir.”

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charlxttesvmmers:

Dorian’s smile seemed to be contagious because Charlotte found herself wearing a grin after he spoke. “I was partially joking with you, but next time I would love to cater.”

“I would love to have you cater next time. Do you do special order? My birthday is coming up and I’d love to have an all black cake...” 

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lyra-morton:

Lyra shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve never understood by history is always the first on people’s list of disliked subjects.” She laughed slightly, “Honestly, I think I can count on one hand the amount of times someone has asked what area of history I study. My focus is in ancient culture and mythology. It really is quite fascinating.”

“Humans are like that, aren’t they? So disrespectful to those that have come before them.” He moved his arms behind his back, surveying Lyra. “Ah,” he laughed, “we have similar interests. I take great pride in my knowledge of the Aztecs. I enjoy their...work.”

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paperflowcrs:

“ah, yes, well, my father was a big shakespeare fan and he considered desdemona but then, well, he thought it was a bit too old-fashioned even for him. but, er, you don’t care about that,” the young fae nervously rambled, starting to fidget with a ring she had on the index finger of her left hand. “anyways! i’m a scientist actually. i’m part of hexcorp’s reasearch division. what is it that you do?” cringing at her question, the brunette quickly averted her eyes embarrassed.

“Oh no, please, I love Shakespeare. Do you not think it a little odd he’d name you after such a tragic figure? Poor Ophelia, people say, she went crazy, you know? What does that say about you?” He smiled, nodding slowly. HexCorp was a name he heard around often, but he didn’t care for what they did. “Oh, you don’t know what I do?” He laughed, “It’s better if you don’t know. I enjoy being a man of mystery.”

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callmekaia:

Kaia’s smile faltered at the… Slip? Whatever it was, she felt a little uneasy by it but the smile he gave instantaneously helped her forget about it, if only for a little bit. “Special collection? I’d love to.” In all honesty, Kaia probably shouldn’t be so trusting of a person she’d never met but she had no reason to really distrust him, besides… She had her magic just in case anything did happen.

Dorian’s grin was unnatural. He stepped to the small coffee table in the center of the room, his demeanor changing from rich gentleman to ecstatic child. “Look, Ms. Ryder,” he giggled, pressing his palm to the glass on the table as a click resounded through the room and the table shifted, revealing a panel underneath. “Look,” he repeated, pulling dark and thick tomes out and placing them on the chairs.

“Magic is so wonderful, isn’t it?” He explain, picking up one of the books, a thick piece on necromancy, very forbidden magic. “A life for a life, this one says,” he laughed and picked up another, “this one details an old magic ritual. Kill dozens under a full moon, it says. A full moon like tonight.” A beat, eerie silence filling the air. “Isn’t it fascinating, Ms Ryder? Wouldn’t you agree? Doesn’t your store carry the same books? We’re the same, aren’t we?”