@ 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.
fangs poised to tear into the neck of his oblivious dinner date, dwayne paused their fatalistic descent when he caught the familiar, telltale flash of yellow, red, orange, and green disappearing into the crowd ━ he would recognize that obnoxious skirt anywhere; star enjoyed imitating gypsies, liking the element of mystery attached to the name. a disgruntled hiss slipped past his parted lips, and in an uncharacteristic fit of PIQUE, he snapped the girl’s neck, the audible crack of bone breaking echoing eerily through the alley. surprised by his brief loss of control, dwayne let the body drop to the ground, unceremonious in his handling of a human who would have eventually died by his hands, anyway. & as he was currently too busy trying to pinpoint the specific whereabouts of his youngest brother to pay the dead brunette any heed, he chose to ignore his instincts, especially those urging him to dispose of the evidence, his impetuous kill among the thousands randomly dispersed throughout santa carla, ironically named the murder capital of the world. fact was, anyone could have done it, even a human.
there, he inwardly growled. FOUND him.
an air of palpable satisfaction radiating from him, his vampiric features rippled and contorted, seeking the perfect disguise ━ until only the human facade remained, a trick to lure prey into a false sense of security. once properly masked, dwayne pivoted on his heels and infiltrated the boisterous throng of human cattle, setting a quick & purposeful gait in search of laddie, unsurprised to find that david had beaten him to the punch.
❛ laddie, ❜ he quietly addressed the half-vampire as soon as he reached his side, gently brushing up against the boy to reassure him of his presence. it seemed to work, for laddie immediately began to relax and acknowledged the older vampire’s arrival with a cheerful grin, small fingers gripping the sleeve of his leather jacket in welcome. giving his hand a comforting squeeze, he then turned his dark, hooded gaze to the woman who’d been keeping the little guy company, silently appraising her.
beautiful and innocent ━ a hell of a combination.
( HE USUALLY DOESN’T HUNT ALONE, ) preferring to make a game of it with paul, and since marko isn’t particularly ( SHY ) about acting on his desires ⸻ never has been & never will be ⸻ he isn’t above whipping out the infamous puppy dog eyes or his illustrious hangdog look to get his point across. while he may possess a certain knack for manipulation ( as well as a flair for the dramatic ), his true, awe-inspiring talents lay elsewhere, however. which is why, despite all thought to the contrary, he’s not all that bothered to be hunting on his lonesome, without paul with whom he can often be seen enjoying a nice, rousing game of dog and bone. lonely? him? N E V E R. ❝ where do you think YOU’RE going? ❞ marko sing-songs in that deceptively innocent, buoyant way of his that is reminiscent of a child who’s not only lost his favored toy of the week but who refuses to pass it over as a snipe hunt, casually skipping after his meal ticket while it and the foolish hope it so desperately clings to is currently in the midst of pulling off a ridiculously daring escape. except, it’s on its hands and knees, trying its damnedest to crawl away ⸻ literally at a snail’s pace, its sweaty, makeup-smudged face pulled into a sharp grimace of pain. and even if luck wins out, and it somehow miraculously manages to crawl to safety, it won't matter in the hereafter, because the poor thing has left a discernible trail of blood to follow. a pretty, crimson trail that is so eye-catchingly bright that a naked ape ( with their duller senses and muddier instincts ) could find it in the pitch-black of night. but he doesn’t want to end the game too soon. at least that’s the plan … before he suddenly notices the giggling silhouette of that whiny bitch of a half-vampire, star, standing in the middle of a crowd of horny men, basking in their amorous attentions. alone. without the little man clinging to her skirt & raining on her parade of sex, drugs, and the glorious in-between.
HUFFING out a breath of irritation, marko nonchalantly snatches the sobbing meat-bag off the ground and rips into its throat with all the gusto of one who has no choice but to eat on the go ⸻ then carelessly dumps its body at the earliest ( and most convenient ) opportunity, in an overcrowded dumpster already teeming with the stench of rot and decay. david’s not going to be happy, he thinks to himself with an exasperated roll of his shoulders. neither will dwayne, come to think of it, seeing as she has ( OBVIOUSLY ) selfishly & stupidly left laddie to his own devices … again. instinctively sniffing the air in search of laddie’s scent, an oddly sweet blend of maple syrup and cedar, the brunet immediately latches onto the trail and follows it, inwardly relieved when it leads him to his brothers ( all save for paul, who remains conspicuously absent. hmm. ) ❝ what’s this then ? ❞ his eyebrow takes on a more playful arch, climbing his forehead as his mischievous gaze completely passes over david and dwayne, stopping on the pretty, little thing perched on top of the handrail. ❝ did you guys actually think you’d get away with throwing a party & not inviting me? that’s like putting together a concert without the opening act. pretty bold of you. ❞
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