@ eldritchcs, vxorfreude, flamaeternas, obsciuro
* ✮ ╾ THE MOON HANGS LOW IN THE SKY, reflecting brightly on the ocean like a skull foaming at the mouth, its smile stretching wildly across the pitch-black backdrop. a perfect night for a less than perfect situation. legs dangling over the side of the railing, nakia carefully balances on the handrail, fingers digging sharply into the metal as she ponders her stepfather’s latest foray into despotism ( with a side order of assholeness. ) as an active member of the surf nazis, a group of criminals who treat santa carla as their very own playground, complete with protection money demands & drug and firearm distribution, solving issues related to territory disputes falls under his jurisdiction —— just as she does. and now she has no choice but to give in to his demands lest her younger sister fall prey to the bastard’s explosive temper. use your gift, he said. find their weaknesses, he said. funny how he would call her curse a gift now when before, he would always refer to it as freakishness. ❛ lỗ đít, ❜ she mutters under her breath —— but then visibly starts when she suddenly notices a young boy ( he can’t be much older than ten ) staring up at her, an aura of distress emanating from his slightly trembling form. ❛ hi, there, ❜ nakia says, deliberately keeping her tone soft and friendly so as not to startle him. ❛ would you like to keep me company? ❜ she inquires, accompanying the offer with a small, genuine smile, one he eagerly returns & with a nimble jump, he quietly joins her on the handrail, sitting as close to her as he dares. ( and just like that, she makes a new friend, one who seems just as lonely as she tries so hard not to be. )
‹ ❝ fool, ❞ › david gazes down at the bloodless corpse, the sight of her mangled throat bringing a self-satisfied smirk to his lips; the girl, blonde this time and quite the screamer, is lying sprawled across the thick, gnarled roots of the tree he so nonchalantly deposited her body after drinking his fill of her blood, dropping like a marionette whose strings have been cut. humans. such pitiful creatures. few understand or even recognize the dangers of inviting strangers to their bonfires ━ and fewer still notice the danger until it’s too late and they’re choking on their own blood … or what’s left of it, anyway. [ PITIFUL CREATURES LIKE THAT DESERVE A PITIFUL END. ] casually wiping the corner of his bottom lip with his thumb, he drops a contemplative gaze to the smudge of blood on the tip of his finger. lacking. her blood is lacking. he should find a better donor. maybe later. a dark chuckle rolls from his throat, more amused than anything by the thought of hunting for a new, adequate donor. but instead of giving into his mirth, david chooses to wrap himself in ominous silence as he reaches for the body, effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder ━ before proceeding with a predatory lope toward the shoreline, intent on getting rid of the evidence. so, it is with that goal in mind ( and with far greater force than a human is simply capable of ) that he lobs the corpse into the ocean, offering his fellow predators a free meal. they should be grateful he bothered at all. ‹ ❝ bon appetit. ❞ › his whisper reaches out of the night, a darker nature underlining the playful words. but it doesn’t take his playfulness long to dwindle, succinctly dropping into yet another ominous silence ━ for dramatic effect, according to paul and marko ━ and with an indifferent shrug, he follows the well-treaded path through the sand, heading to where he and the boys left their bikes. naturally, he can’t help but wonder if his brothers have made successful dinner arrangements for the night. no doubt they have; his boys are talented hunters, after all, second only to him.
as he draws near his destination, however, the sadness lacing through the sweeter, more childish undertones of laddie’s voice brings him to a standstill, and he cocks his head when an unfamiliar voice soon joins the boy’s, her soft, dulcet tones like a sweet caress against his skin. surprising. arousing as fuck … but surprising. “i’m not supposed to wander off. but i can’t find my brothers. i-i looked everywhere,” laddie is saying, the fact that he’s wandering the boardwalk alone pulling a low growl from david. where the fuck is star? useless bitch. his mounting irritation, coupled with his second-rate meal, drives him to act without thinking, and with the ease of a creature who knows his body’s limitations, david catapults himself over the metal handrail and lands next to a pretty, asian woman, whose scent is probably a ten on the richter scale. it’s so mouthwatering that he’s surprised the half-vampire hasn’t attacked her yet.
‹ ❝ who the hell are you? ❞ › it comes out as more of a demand than a question, but when he sees a stranger, no matter how pretty, cozying up to a member of his family, he just can’t seem to curb the asshole within. it’s his default setting.
