MIDNIGHT DANCE

Eleanor Charbonneau + 253 + Owner of Lux + Ex Human Vampire

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NAME: Eleanor ‘Ele’ Charbonneau (born Eleanor Hastings) AGE: 253, turned at 30 BIRTHDAY: May 24th, 1768 SPECIES: Ex Human Vampire LOYALTY: The Charbonneau Family SEXUALITY: Bisexual OCCUPATION: Owner of Lux, sometimes chef POSITIVE TRAITS: Captivating, Introspective, Empathetic, Intelligent NEGATIVE TRAITS: Calculating, Dishonest, Cynical, Cold

Eleanor was born in 1768 to a prestigious name. The Hastings were a wealthy family, well respected and with tiles and land. She had been born fourth following two brothers and one sister. However, all died before she was born in one way or another, none living past the age of 10. When Eleanor was born, her parents were relieved and wouldn’t let death take another Hastings child. Though, tragedy would strike soon after her birth and she would never know her birth family. When she was only a few months old, the Charbonneau’s passed through London and set their sights on the Hastings family. 

She had been told there was lots of blood. Her parents had offered her up to the vampires that set foot in their home, begging and pleading for their own lives. Eleanor may have been the center of their world before but their selfish sense of survival soon took over. They begged and offered the infant as payment instead. Do what they wished with the child and spare them. In their minds, this child might not even live and they needed to continue the noble Hastings name. Estelle and Cressida took in the baby offered desperately to them with amusement. After the carnage and murder of her parents and the entire household, Estelle and Cressida Charbonneau finally turned to the crying infant. Call it fascination or pity or merely selfishness, but they took her in that day. That day Eleanor Hastings was no more and Eleanor Charbonneau was born.

She was raised in extreme wealth and self proclaimed royalty in the vampire world. Taken back to America at such a young age, Eleanor was raised to be another prodigy and member of the Charbonneau family. Estelle and Cressida became like mothers to her, but Eleanor knew of the differences between them, her new siblings and herself. They may have accepted her as one of them, but she knew a beating heart and human blood still flowed through her veins. For now of course. Her childhood had been strict, they had high expectations of those who would take on the Charbonneau name. After displaying softness and kindness at an early age, Eleanor was punished swiftly and learned quickly how to hide behind a perfect and cool exterior. She had the best education she could have received, flourishing before her mothers’ eyes. While they were strict, they had shown her kindness and true love in their own way. They truly saw her as one of their own, despite the human blood that still flowed in her veins. And for that she was grateful.

When Eleanor was 30 she was turned into a vampire. For many years, she had been raised to know that this would be the perfect transformation. Immortality was offered to her and she accepted. Everything Ele did was to survive. From hiding her kindness, to pleasing her mothers, to accepting the bite and the blood that would turn her into a vampire. For centuries she did as she was told and stood loyal by her family. She may have been quieter than her siblings, but she had the confidence of a Charbonneau raised like royalty. She learned how to play others, to play to the reputation of her family, and while she was perhaps not as cruel if left to her own intentions she would do what was needed to uphold the name. She hid her true self behind a cool and controlled exterior. Eleanor Charbonneau was the perfect addition to the family. 

For centuries she stayed with her family, traveling when they did. She took a brief trip to England after the First World War to find out more about her birth family. Records existed of the Hastings and there was noted her death along with the others. Details of the deaths were lost to history, but she managed to track down living relatives. Her research of course stayed close to her heart and unspoken. It would not do for her adopted family to find out. They would deem it weak and feeble of her to dig it up. Ele still keeps tabs on her remaining human family, but they do not know of her existence. 

In 1986 Ele got permission to move to New York City for some time. While she was there she pursed her interest in cooking and fine dining. Her mothers expected her to excel and to lead, and what better way than to have an accomplished restaurant. Until 2009 she stayed in the city and immersed herself in the culinary world that was arguably the best in the world. She learned all about cooking of every kind, owning and operating fine restaurants and more. She finally returned to Hollywood and opened her own restaurant called Lux. In the restaurant, Ele is truly happy and is proud of the fame and recognition the restaurant has received. She even cooks sometimes, and is working to earn even more stars. 

Ele knows there is a lot expected of her as a Charbonneau and she is willing to do what is needed of her. Survival has been her game since the beginning and it has not stopped yet. She’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means hiding her true self forever. 

[adoringaliciavikander]

[eleanor-charbonneau]

actress-freya​:

Freya had never experienced a blood moon before, and had no clue just what was happening. Not just to her, but to everyone around her as well, it seemed. She wondered if it was something in the drinks, not putting it past the Charbonneau to want to spice things up. Only, she had already been feeling… on edge before arriving at the party as well, so she wasn’t too sure about that theory. After having wandered the party for a while, she ended up in a corner of the main room, sipping at a glass of champagne while watching with wide, curious eyes as others engaged in varying degrees of debauchery. She jumped slightly as a woman - no, not just a woman, a Charbonneau - stepped into her path, her body reacting to the petname. She could feel warmth spread in her cheeks in embarrassment when the vampire pointed out that she could smell Freya’s arousal. “I -” Before she could say anything in return, the woman’s hand was already between her legs, making her yelp in surprise - followed by a moan at the feeling of something finally touching her where she needed it. She shivered at the feeling of the vampire’s breath ghosting over her ears, her hips instinctively bucking into the touch of her hand. “I do,” she found herself quickly agreeing. If everyone was giving in to their desires tonight, why shouldn’t she? “I want you. Your highness,” she was quick to add, not wanting to end up with the wrong kind of attention.

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The human was so very responsive and Ele was happy with her. She would make for a good toy tonight. Of course the blood moon was making her so crazy with lust, but beneath it, Ele could see that she was in fact a good girl despite the moon. There was a flash of recognition in the girl’s lusty eyes and she smirked. Had the human girl ever been close to a Charbonneau before? “You know who I am, yes?” She asked as she rubbed at the girl’s lips. “Have you ever been with a Charbonneau? Have you ever been honored enough to worship us or to have us feed from you?” Ele hummed and leaned down to kiss and nip at the girl’s jawline. “Good girl.” She purred, smirking and enjoying how respectful and aroused she was. “Tell me how much you want me. Beg for me to give you the honor of my attention and my touch.” She knew that she’d be rewarded handsomely for pleasing a Charbonneau and Ele wanted to see the human beg for that chance. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

witchyxdraven​:

Draven had been relieved that Ele had answered her questions about the blood moon. While she had tried her best not to let her nerves about the evening show, especially as she knew they would be locked in after midnight. It was not out of a lack of trust in her mistress, but rather the knowledge that she would be experiencing something she had never had to handle before while in an environment where there would be so many creatures that were stronger than her and riled up to the point where they wouldn’t take no for an answer. It had gone over surprisingly well this far though. Her collar had to be making an impression despite the heavy lust. Being dressed according to her mistress desires was something Draven hardly thought about anymore. That was simply how clothing worked in her world. Whether she was going to be at the mansion all day or to work at the bakery or out to meet a friend, Eleanor always approved her outfits. Truth be told it was the witch’s favorite time of day.. The kiss to her head made her shiver, such a small gesture, yet it was such a reminder of what she was to the other. Hers. Owned. No part of her entirely her own or anyone else’s. Only Eleanors. A much harsher shiver went down her spine, being called ‘slut’ making her whine in response, finding that she couldn’t form coherent words. Not at this very moment. Not until she was allowed some kind of release. Despite asking for permission, Draven didn’t slow down or ease off. Instead she went faster, ignoring the protest of her muscles and the bitter sweet feeling of holding back. Once she had found it impossible to hold back. Being pushed to the point of sobbing or in complete hysterics from punishments following the inability to stop herself from cumming. Yet Ele had never given up on her. Or gone easy either but then again, training wasn’t supposed to be easy. All she heard was the ‘yes’, immediately stilling as she came hard, well aware that had it not been for the fabric of her dress, she would have squirted all over Eleanor’s hand. Instead wetness seeped from the dark material, finding its way out and down her thighs as she trembled and moaned, having to lock her knees in place to keep from falling or tipping down to sit on them. With very ragged and strained breathing, Draven opened her eyes to find Eleanor’s pretty eyes. “Thank you so much mon trésor.” Her words soft, and low as she didn’t want anyone else to hear the special nick name. Usually she wouldn’t risk it in public but it seemed that all of those around them were quite occupied. 

Truthfully, Eleanore was excited to see how Draven would react to the blood moon. She had worked hard to keep Draven in a constant state of arousal every day. So, to throw a blood moon at her little needy kitten would be quite interesting. Eleanor was excited for the evening and she was excited to show off just how well behaved her little witch was even when put under these conditions. She’d be all hers and Eleanor was not going to share her, only going to make others desire her without being able to touch. That was the real reason for the very big leather collar she slipped around Draven’s neck before the gala. She was hers. Tonight was not the only night Eleanor had dressed Draven. Since she had made the girl her pet, she had controlled her clothes. In the beginning, she decided on all of the clothes bought for her at the stores and allowed Draven to make her own outfits from the approved pieces, of course inspecting her each day. Since Draven has proven herself to be a very good girl, Eleanor has rewarded her in recent months, buying more pieces for her that fit the girl’s original punk style. Of course it was still so very classy as Eleanor could not stand how Draven dressed when she took her in. She knew the inspections were part of Draven’s favorite way to start the day. It was only fitting that she called her slut right now. Eleanor smirked, leaning in as Draven started to cum and nipped at her neck, moving up her jawline and kissing the trembling witch. Though there was fabric between her hand and Draven’s pussy, she still felt the wetness seep out when she came. Oh, such a good girl to have such a big reaction when she hadn’t done much at all. “Good girl.” Eleanor purred and kissed her. Hearing the secret name between them, she smirked and nipped at her lips. “You’re welcome. But do be careful with that name, my little kitten.” It was theirs and though no one had heard it this time, Ele wanted to keep it just theirs. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

linus-vallas​:

“Well, I’m happy enough to move on. I’m sure there are wetter, tighter cunts just waiting to be fucked?” He said simply, attempting to grip her by the throat roughly. When he was pinned his free hand reached up to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking it back hard without mercy, he was’t one for women being on top unless he told them to be “Not how this is going to work…We’re not there Emma..” He laughed using the wrong name to wind her up, only shaking his head at her. The vampire refused to move and began to pull her hair down to tilt her head up. The Blood Moon only made his arrogance and aggression worse “I don’t do the bottom bunk…” He said simply, biting back at her lips with a similar aggression. 

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“I’m sure I could find someone far more talented than you. In fact I was with someone far more endowed just before you got here.” Eleanor spoke, her hand moving down to start to massage him through his clothes. She felt a jolt when he pulled her hair, but in the moment when when was riled up by him, it felt right for the moment. “Then fight back, Leo.” She fired back with the wrong name as well. “Though I know you’d enjoy the view.” Eleanore started to roll her hips, smirking as he pulled back even more and exposed her neck. “All talk... just like normal.” With his lips on hers once more, she deepened it, nipping at his lips to match his aggression and she moaned roughly. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

oftragedy​:

“So you’ve decided to join me after all?” The merman questioned with a massive smirk spread across his lips, having not even bothered to turn and look to whom he was speaking to. Nerithes had definitely felt a presence near him and even heard the crunching of leaves.

When he turned he was surprised to find someone he hadn’t expected. His smirk had mostly faded, but was quickly replaced by a confident smile as he looked on at the brunette. She almost seemed to look so innocently beautiful, and yet he knew better than to fall for that trap. “You seem like much better company.”

@eleanor-charbonneau

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He clearly must not have known who was approaching him, because it was quite amusing to watch his face completely change when he turned and took stock of Eleanor Charbonneau standing before him. She smirked, her gaze dancing with amusement. Oh yes, he knew exactly who she was and his attitude did change. “Far superior company, right?” Eleanore teased and tilted her head. Blood stained her lips and ran down the breathtaking curves between her breasts. But what else did one expect of a Charbonneau on a blood moon?

“Tell me-” Eleanore leaned closer and let her lips brush against his ear as she traced his chin with her finger. “What will you do to make sure my time is well spent with you?” 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

isaac-ramos​:

Despite never having experienced a Blood Moon before, being raised by a family like the Vallas at the very least meant that he was educated on these sorts of things. He was, unsurprisingly, over the whole ordeal before it even began, and he sure as hell wasn’t happy about having to go to a damn ball on top of it. He’d only been in Hollywood for a short while and already there’d been two events- he was tempted to catch the next flight back home regularly. As he moved through the crowd of partygoers, Isaac undid a couple more buttons on his shirt before running an agitated hand through his curly locks. While the feeling of adrenaline and power coursing through his veins wasn’t so bad, he didn’t exactly appreciate the burning desire to fuck every person he brushed by that came with it. As his tall form moved towards the bar, it felt like ever muscle was tensed, prepared for something. Whether that’d be a fight or a fuck he wasn’t sure yet. Just as he got to the bar he sensed a familiar presence approaching, and he turned his head to watch the woman settle beside him. Just by virtue of who they were, he of course placed the Charbonneau, even if he didn’t know too much else about her. What mattered though, was that he wanted to be alone. Isaac held her gaze for a moment before frowning deeply and looking straight ahead again, hands already balled into fists. “Need something?” 

@eleanor-charbonneau​

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Ruby red blood dripped from Eleanor’s lips and trailed down her neck and lovely curve of her exposed breasts. It was a feast of every kind and she was enjoying herself. There were so many desperate and eager toys to enjoy, so many orgies to sample, and of course her own lovely pet was so very needy tonight. Ele was thirsty despite the large amount of blood she had consumed tonight. Draven was recovering on a couch somewhere and Ele thought it best to give her a moment while she went to go get a drink. But, surprisingly she was not alone as she found someone who was not engaged with the festivities around them. The Vallas familiar ward. Isaac. Ele knew his name though they had rarely spoken. He was like Morgan, below her but above the pets in the household. “You seem on edge.” Ele noted with an amused smirk as her drink was placed before her and she took a sip. “Are you not enjoying your evening? Such a shame. You should relax and enjoy the pleasure at your disposal.” Her free hand trailed up his arm and down his chest taking note of the unbuttoned fabric. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

witchyxdraven​:

Draven knew what to expect from these kinds of events, though she had not been able to predict just how affected her mistress would be or how intense the moons effects on her would be. Being Eleanors always meant teetering on some kind of edge. Whether it be from touch, smell or simple words, Draven knew that her training conditioned her to be in a constant state of arousal, ready any second for her mistress. Eager to please and be paid attention to. Which was why she hadn’t been surprised at the choice of dress. Being dressed in revealing clothing was all too familiar to her now and it both meant Eleanor had easy access to her body and that she could show off Draven yet deny anyone else a taste. Which was symbolic really. The vampire princess had made damn sure Draven could never belong to anyone else, nor would have the need to look elsewhere. And while her training had prepared her somewhat for how she might be feeling tonight, anticipating the moon and actually feeling it was two very different things. Right now Draven was feeling unusually needy and unable to suppress the desperation that was clawing at her from the inside, threatening her to make moves that would for sure get her lightly punished. Which might be fine, but she’d much rather leave her pride behind and beg Ele to take care of her like no one else could. Normally she would have either a witty response or commend the use of metaphors, but as it were the witch could only softly moan in return. “Yes. Please. I need you.” Her words breathy and hoarse, eyes big and doe eyed, silently praying that the wait was now over. Because it really took everything she had left of willpower to keep her hands at her sides and not touch Ele. Shin contact could lessen it, but being good would always be rewarded. The sudden increase in pressure against her core had Draven gasp, well aware that what little fabric that did cover her was soaking wet by now. “Anything for you.” she nodded a little, not needing any further instructions. Luckily the task at hand was more than a little familiar, requiring little in way of thought. Swerving her hips rapidly, Draven found momentum to bounce from the knees up, humping Ele’s hand at a steady pace, finding that the friction and her worked up state easily sent her sailing towards that all too familiar edge. “P-Please my queen. Can I c-cum?” 

In the days leading up to the blood moon, Eleanor had told Draven all about it. She had only experienced one when she was still very young, but her family had been through many more and Dom had stories from before Eleanor was born. Still, experiencing one meant you knew what to expect. She was prepared, but Draven had questions and was quite adorable when she got curious. So, Ele had told her what she could perhaps experience. She had hoped Draven would feel the lustful fingers of the moon take control instead of the aggression and habit to fight. It would not be fun to have a feral pet for the evening. Though it seemed, she had nothing to worry about as Draven soon proved to be more aroused than she typically was and that was saying something. The dress with the collar was a lovely touch tonight. Usually, Ele loved playing with Draven like she was a doll to dress up. Especially when she dressed her in revealing clothes and made it clear to everyone that no one else could touch her pretty little witch. No matter how delicious she looked. Of course, sometimes events called for Draven to properly represent the Charbonneau name and Ele had her dress in very classy gowns to make her seem a proper lady. Ele chuckled and kissed Draven’s soft head. “I know you do, my pet.” She moved towards her ear so she could whisper hotly against the shell of her ear. “I trained you to always be my eager and obedient slut, didn’t I Draven?” She was feeling a little more possessive tonight with Draven, but the girl would love it, Ele knew her so well. It was such a treat to see the blonde hump her hand like a desperate animal, eager for any kind of friction with her mistress, not a thought in her head but Ele and the pleasure from humping her needy little pussy against her. It did not take long, but Ele did not expect it to. She smirked and leaned down to kiss Draven. “Yes, you may.” She gave her permission. Draven had been so good, still obeying her training even with the effects of the moon. Ele would take care of her like no one else could and she’d make sure Draven was so blissed out by the end of the night she wouldn’t remember her own name. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

witchyxdraven​:​

Normally, Draven gave two shits about what she was wearing. Over the years she had grown quite accustomed to Eleanor wanting her in outfits that showed a great deal of skin when they went to up scale events like this one. But tonight she found that her entire body was hot, making the fact that anyone could reach out and touch her skin quite uncomfortable. Damned dress.. Had it not been for the fact that she had attempted to talk her way out of this lacy thing already, and clearly failed, she might even have attempted to do so again. As it were she could tell Eleanor found her very attractive in this, which made the witch keep her mouth shut and tell herself she could do this. For Ele she could do anything. Noticing how people were beginning to loose themselves to the moon, Draven was already trying to pretend she wasn’t just as affected. Her throat felt scratchy and the dress was too tight and constricting, her heels annoying. All she wanted was to rip it all off, not to mention throw herself at the one person who she knew would make it all better. Being pulled in and then kissed caused the witch to moan, unable to keep from running her hands down Ele’s sides, though not doing anything she wasn’t told or asked to do like the good pet she was. “Yes.. good god, please Ele..” she breathed, as a desperate need to be touched surged over her, making her feel flustered and dizzy. She could hardly feel the sting of her bottom lip bleeding, especially when Ele’s hand found its way between her legs. Instinctively Draven rolled her hips, pushing her sex against Ele’s hand, hoping she would go further. “Hmm.. I’m always wet for you my queen.” Draven answered with a small smirk, glad that she had an advantage there. Besides, she expected Ele to take care of her tonight. Seeing as no one else was really allowed to. 

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For such events like tonight, Draven knew she was essentially Ele’s doll, to be dressed how Ele saw fit for the occasion. Still, she knew she had picked the right dress. Draven looked utterly delectable, and the dress was so slim and revealing that Ele would have no problem accessing her pet how she’d like. She could smell how aroused the little witch became as the night wore on. Not that Draven was never not aroused. She had worked hard to train her pet to always be aroused, even if she wasn’t around Eleanor and even if her mind was on something else Draven was still just a little aroused as a background feeling. But with the full moon, she could smell the desperation rising from the pretty blonde and knew that she was feeling the effects. Pulling her closer, Eleanor smirked at how she melted for her and she wanted her. She would forgive the use of the name Ele in a public place because she knew Draven could not think straight right now, or think of anything else but her mistress. “I’ve been letting you age like a wine, my dear.” She whispered against her lips and kissed her deeply. “Let the moon work you up so you’d be utterly desperate for me.” Eleanor had been feeling the effects all day and had indulged in having Draven kneel before her and eat her out while she did her makeup and hair. Now she knew the witch would be desperate for anything from Ele. She was so well trained, that even in her desperation she didn’t touch Ele or herself. Such a good girl. She’d have to be rewarded for it. Ele smirked and rubbed her hand harder, finding Draven’s soft and soaking lips through the fabric of the dress. She’d rip it open in just a second to take what was rightfully hers, but she wanted to have Draven cum just by humping her hand alone. “As you should be. Just the way I like you. Now hump my hand like a good girl and we’ll see if just the mere touch and though of me can get you off.” She stopped rubbing Draven’s lips and let her take over, expecting her to ride her hand like a good pet. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

lucille-thompson​:

Lucille was covered in blood, having just sated her hunger from one of the humans that wandered around the premises. It was dripping from her lips down her chest, a blood stain covering her dress. She had chosen one that she wouldn’t be upset about being ruined. It was the kind of night where you couldn’t care about things like that. Having just had her fill of one type of hunger, she now felt another hunger make itself known. She was usually extremely picky when it came to her sex partners, so even tonight, with the blood moon, she wouldn’t settle for just anyone - as much as her body craved release. She wanted someone worthy of her. Spotting a familiar face nearby, she smirked and prowled closer, like a predator honing in on its prey.

Walking up behind her, she wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist and pressed up against her. “I want to ravish you, princess,” she growled into her ear. 

@eleanor-charbonneau​ 

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Usually, Eleanor was a cleaner eater. Tonight though, she had given in to every carnal desire she held because of the moon. She hadn’t stopped for one moment not to take what she wanted. Everyone and everything was hers for the taking. As it should be as a Charbonneau of course. It seemed that others had the same idea as well and Ele smirked when she felt arms wrap around her accompanied by the familiar scent. Lucille. One of those truly loyal to the Charbonneau family. She smirked as the scent of blood hit her and she reached behind her to pull Lucille’s mouth to hers over her shoulder. She kissed her deeply, licking at the fresh blood dripping from her lips and moaned. “It seems you brought me a treat.” She purred. Ele adored how loyal Lucille was, and tonight she wanted her to worship her. “Ravish me and worship me, correct?” She teased, biting at Lucille and knowing she would be so very good for her. She’d enjoy her time with her. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

[eleanor-charbonneau]

This was utterly one of her favorite nights ever. The last time Ele had enjoyed a blood moon, she had been still relatively young for a vampire. They certainly had not had a gala that turned out to be nothing more than a buffet for all to enjoy. Ele was taking advantage of the night, everyone was more than willing and she wanted to use everyone when they were eager and needy and so very horny. The girl smelled delightfully of human and Eleanor’s mouth watered at sinking her fangs into her neck, her arms, her chest, and everywhere else. “Hello kitten.” Ele purred as she cornered the pretty human. “I can smell just how wet you are.” Without waiting another moment her hand dipped down, pushed the material of her dress aside and started to rub at her already wet core. “Tell me you want me and I’ll make you scream with a pleasure you’ve never known before.” Her voice was warm as she whispered tempting ideas in the shell of her ear. 

@actress-freya​

[eleanor-charbonneau]

When Eleanor first found Draven all those years ago, she had started to play the long game. She had eternality after all and how often was it one found an untrained and totally vulnerable witch? No coven to speak of, no knowledge of what she had been, and certainly no loyalties. Well, Eleanor had been quick to take Draven in that night and over the years she had become Ele’s pet, completely loyal and utterly enamored with her. The blood moon was starting to effect others and Ele watched with a smirk as people started touching and fucking each other in full display. Reaching over, she tugged Draven closer by the ring on the collar she made her wear tonight and pulled her in for a kiss. “Are you feeling the effects of the blood moon, little witch?” She inquired and nipped at her lips in order to draw blood before kissing her once more. Setting her drink down, she palmed at Draven’s core beneath the sheer fabric of her dress. “You are wet already, but I suppose you get wet so easily, don’t you pet?” Draven was her favorite and only pet, but she knew that having her rules continue tonight of not allowed to touch others would drive the witch crazy given the effects of the blood moon. 

@witchyxdraven​

[eleanor-charbonneau]

linus-vallas​:

Linus had been completely indulging in himself under the watchful gaze of the Blood Moon. It was something he had been direly looking forward to after being told everything by his his siblings. He felt alive with power and he worked his way through many people with quick precision, not even caring who and what he fucked. When the vampire came across his betrothed he gave a scoff “Am I scraping the bottom of the barrel now?” He wondered as he grabbed her and roughly pinned her against a wall, it was clear that he was running on pure arousal “I suppose you’ll do?” He offered, ever the asshole even when controlled by a strong lust.

@eleanor-charbonneau​

Eleanor had been enjoying herself for sure. This was her second full moon, and it was turning out to be so much more enjoyable than the first one given that this was at a gala with so many bodies for her to enjoy. She had just finished with a familiar she had found. His blood was still on her lips, but Ele was reveling in the pleasure of the feeding frenzy, the arousal and so much more. Straightening out her dress once more, she was turning around to find her next prey when a body dared to pin her against the wall. Linus. She let out an animalistic snarl as she arched her back and pressed against him. “Who said you’d do for me?” She asked, her voice thick with agression and lust. Her nails ran up his chest, dipping below what little fabric he had on and raked her nails down his chest, scratching him and marking him. “Who says I’d fuck you?” She whispered, kissing him and biting harshly at his lips, drawing blood and licking it slowly. Then all at once, Ele grabbed him and flipped him, now she was the one pinning him to the wall and she smirked, biting at his lips again. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

Eleanor’s Blood Moon Masquerade Gown

@hollywoodundeadaesthetics

[eleanor-charbonneau]

vamp-dom​:

Dom continued to play even as their sister came in and sat on their bed. They finished the song before turning around on the bench to properly face her. “Yeah, I’ve been in a bad mood. Just can’t shake off everything that happened.” Talking to Ele had always been more easy than talking to anyone else in the family. “I thought playing something would get me out of this funk but obviously not.” They let out a frustrated with their sour mood. “Do you still remember how to play this?” Dom turned back to the piano, playing a couple notes to the beginning of Heart and Soul. It was a very simple song for beginners. In fact, it was the first song they had every taught Ele how to play. Once she got it down she begged Dom to play it with her at least a hundred times. They of course always let their little sister play the higher part that was more fun to play. 

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Besides their mothers, Dom was the only other one who accepted Eleanor when she was a human growing up. Morana and Astrida made their opinions on her species clear. Dom took the little girl in and showed her how to play the piano, and other instruments the older she got. “I don’t blame you. I feel like walking around the estate is like walking around land mines. Both of them seem like they are two seconds away from ripping throats out.” Ele knew they had already, she’d seen the bodies her mothers had left out. “Have you been included in any plans?” Ele had mostly been told to wait for orders, and she did so. The tune brought a smile to her lips. Heart and Soul. A beginner song, and the first Dom had taught her. The joy of playing with her older sibling had delighted the little girl for so many hours. “You should be insulted for your teaching if I still didn’t remember how to play that one.” She chuckled. Eleanor was not as talented as Dom, but she was still very skilled and far beyond that. She moved from the bed to the bench and played the high notes - just like when she was young. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

The sound of clothes being shifted through, zipped and unzipped, thrown across the room and muttering was what caught her attention. It was not coming from Dom’s room, so she did not think it was her sister. Morana no longed lived here and Eleanor could not imagine her sister coming here to set up a whirlwind of clothes. Much was the same thought with Astrida. She was silent as she scurried down the hall towards the source of the sound. Pushing open the door more silently, she observed one of her mother’s pets trying on clothes. Based on the pile behind her, she suspected this had been a long process. “What are you doing?” Elenaor finally spoke, keeping her gaze on the pet with mixed parts amusement and boredom. Was this some task placed by her mother? They did like to play with their pets, but usually they’d watch or touch if it was truly a game. “You’re making a mess.” 

@dorythehuman​