Who is in Control?

Charlene Balor || House Balor || Lady  "She is a thunderstorm, a lightening strike. She is red lips and venom and ambition"

[sprezzaturaeleganza]

[ladybxlor]

Phyllis: I need to speak to you, one 10 to another.

Charlene: I'm an 11 but go on.

[chvrlesmelton]

[acton-tros]

The boy rested his hands in his pockets and walked forward with all the air of authority he could muster, which wasn’t much, but he felt it to be so and swaggered thusly.

“If it wouldn’t be too much of an imposition Mam.”

[ladybxlor]

Charlene’s smile was ever present as she slipped her arm through the young mans. “Of course not Officer.” Despite towering over the boy in the added height the black heels gave her, Charlene’s appeared as placid as a house cat. “I take it you have never frequented my club before?” Charlene arched an eyebrow, naught but the hint of silver in her black eyes alerting him to there perhaps being something amiss. Charlene led him through the entrance, past the hulking mass of bouncers. The music pumped loudly, bodies huddles together in sweaty masses with hands raised and forms ready for nothing but sex and drinking. The lighting was dull and the spotlights brilliant red, lit the entire club up. Charlene looked on, guiding the young man through the throngs and up a short flight of stairs to an out of bounds viewing area. “Well?” came the sudden whisper in his ear. Despite the closeness, her breath was cold on his cheek and her hands were colder on his arm. 

[casonirvine-blog]

Cason had to look around at least twice before determining the woman spoke to him. ( She had the look of a predator, and he could appreciate that in a woman. ) After determining that of course, it was him she spoke to, he put on a broad grin and puffed his chest out in pride. “Well, you wouldn’t be wrong. This is definitely an instance in which judging a book by its cover pays off.” 

[ladybxlor]

Charlene chuckled gently before pushing away from the wall and sauntered over to him. “I don’t think we’ve met.” The taller woman purred, offering her hand to him “Charlene. I think the pleasure is all mine.”

[iapetxs]

      Isiah approached with a little hum, scenting the air. The girl indeed smelled good, with some sort of chemical running through her veins to make her headier. Had she been drinking? “Not bad, but not the best you’ve had,” he acknowledged, swiping some blood from the girl’s neck and tasting it. Not bad. “Remember when we fed on that priest the other month? Now, that was fun,” he flashed a fanged grin, suddenly hungry. 

[ladybxlor]

Charlene watched her husband carefully, those dark eyes sparkling like the dark depths of the ocean. Concealing. Ever searching and teeming with life. Charlene remained poised, still as a statue as Isiah walked on past her. It made her smile to see him in his element. They were both monsters, at least they could be so together and nothing brought her more joy than this anymore. 

Charlene eventually moved, slinking across the floor with all the grace of a cat. She stopped behind her husband, hands travelling up and over his shoulders. Charlene peered at the girl from behind Isiah, her smile as sharp as the teeth that hid behind it. “I do.” Charlene chuckled “He was a good man. It made him taste sweeter i think. Pure almost...” Charlene sighed happily before moving away from her husband and around to the other side of the girl. “Shes pretty...” Charlene mused, trailing the nail of her fore finger across the girls cheek, causing the skin to split and blood to ooze. Charlene drew hr finger away and glanced to Isiah as she placed the nail in her mouth, lapping the blood from it with an almost chaste flick of her tongue. All the while, her eyes were hot and heavy as coals as she eyed her husband. 

[trans-gothic]

[coeusxcoleman-deactivated202005]

         “Ah…” The vampire couldn’t hide his disappointment. “That is just too bad…” For her, his eyes seemed to say. He watched the tears well up in those green eyes, and wondered if he’d taste the salt if he caught one of them on his tongue. He sauntered closer, and his eyes flashed predatory red as they caught sight of the blood Charlene’s finger traced. “I miss the taste of honey so…” He breathed, “So much.” His finger caught under the girl’s chin and he gently nudged her face up. One of those beautiful fat tears ran down her cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb. “Oh dear, why so upset?”

[ladybxlor]

Charlene had not made a move yet, she remained standing just behind Coleman. She remained still and serene, the only semblance of life being the flicker of her coal black stare as it roamed across the victim. 

The girl was whimpering, blubbering in that primal way humans did when they were so afraid. Charlene could smell it. Fear and sadness, all rolled into one emotion that had always smelt like burning fat. How she hated that smell. Charlene eventually came up to stand beside her brother. SHe was smiling gently, a jewelled hand ghosting up his shoulder to rest upon the soft leather of his jacket. “I don’t think she likes us much.” Charlene mused with a chuckle. “I don’t think this one liked anyone.” Charlene glided around the bottom of the pool table the girl had been stretched across “Always seemed rather aloof....this one did.”

The whimpering got louder. The blubbering more pronounced. 

[coeusxcoleman-deactivated202005]

        “Will you share, sweet sister?” the vampire breathed as he stepped out of the shadows, appearing almost as if he materialized right next to Charlene. And perhaps he had. “Her scent is intoxicating…” There was blood on his face and hand already, and he absently mirroring his sister-in-law as he licked the blood off his fingers.

[ladybxlor]

The dancer that Charlene had employed days earlier whimpered slightly, her pretty green eyes filled with pretty fat tears. “I don’t think she likes it.” Charlene murmured with a wry smirk. Charlene eyed her brother before advancing on the girl. Charlene trailed her finger through the pool of blood that had collected in the girls collar bone. “She tastes like honey...”Charlene sighed gently “Do you remember honey Brother?”

[thejealoussister]

“Well, I sure do, but not in the way you might like, sugar. My blood isn’t as sweet as my looks, sorry I can’t help with your thirst.”

[ladybxlor]

“What a shame.” Charlene pouted slightly before chuckling. “I bet you taste fine Darling...ish"

[iapetxs]

      “Stop scaring the snacks, love,” Isiah chided, stepping out of the shadows. He was still trying to get the blood out from under his nails—undead blood, another vampire’s. A two year old fledgeling who’d been feeling frisky. Wholly unappetizing. He glanced at the girl with Charlene—one of their club’s dancers—and frowned. “I thought you liked the other one? The prettier one.”

[ladybxlor]

Charlene’s eyes closed for a brief second before a smile stretched out her red lips. “Hello Darling.” Charlene glanced over her shoulder, sucking the rest of the girls blood from her fore finger as their eyes locked. Charlene then chuckled and headed toward the dancer, a pretty red head with her mouth hanging open and blood dripping from her throat in a steady rhythm. “I do, but you can’t deny the smell of this one.” Charlene stopped by the dancer and twisted a lock of hair around her long fore finger, eyeing Isiah with a smirk “You don’t like her?”

[acton-tros]

The naive boy reddened and looked away. He scratched his head and embarrassed, spoke, “Not sure what to say to that Miss.”

He looked back to her and took some steps forward, smoothing out his uniform as he did, “I heard reports of some noise and just wanted to stop by, check in to see if something’s the matter is all.”

[ladybxlor]

Charlene sauntered forward, hips rolling and heels clicking out a rhythm. “Well, Officer...” Charlene begin, stopping in front of him and peering down with a wry smile. Those dark eyes twinkled. Flashed oddly. Like the Sea at night. “....This is a Nightclub. It’s going to be noisy.” Charlene smiled, her teeth flashing white in the dark “Though, if you like, i can give you a tour and let you judge for yourself our noise levels.”

[minalariviere]

“Why thank you,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light and forcing herself to smile at the other woman. “Though I’ve heard our blood isn’t really appealing to… Your people.” 

[ladybxlor]

Charlene’s smile was as deadly as the way she sauntered across the floor at the other woman. “I’ve heard the same” Charlene stopped short of the blonde, flashing a set of too white teeth. “Though i’m always willing to try something out for myself before i decide on wither or not i find it appealing.”

[ladybxlor]

“You look Divine Darling. I bet you taste just as good too...”

[ladybxlor]

Charlene Balor was born over 500 years ago to an ambitious family that she intended to make proud of her. It was in the son of a Lordling family that she placed herself before. While, in the beginning, her feelings for Isiah Balor were rooted in her want of his money and title, she found that she wanted more. Isiah was beautiful. Intelligent and the only person on the planet that could match her for wit and want. 

When Charlene fell for him, she fell hard but he caught her. Happily so.

They were married and she bore him 4 sons. Their lives were happy but her thirst for wanting more could not be quenched, not even while married to her one love. When isiah returned from war however, bright eyes and bloody, Charlene was afraid for the first time in her entire life. Afraid of him. Afraid of what he could do. Afraid of how happy his gift could make them all. She begged him to turn her and he did. Charlene awoke, able to see galaxys in the sky and the ants crawl in the grass from the highest window of the tallest tower of their home. Their children were young, so she refused to turn them until they came of age and asked. 

The Balors then set about creating and empire, with Charlene at the helm of their advancement. Now, they are the name that every vampire knows. They whisper Balor when they attend the clubs owned by them, and the brothels owned by them, and the bars owned by them. They whisper Isiahs name and Charlenes in both awe and fear. For every Vampire, new and old, knows just how ruthless the Balors can be when it comes to their fortune and there is none to committed to her family and to her species as Charlene Balor is. 

[ladybxlor]

@destructionofeva

Charlene did not look up from the parchment before her when the door opened. She continued with her writing, swiftly signing her name at the bottom of the letter in sharp black letters. “My Lady.” Her maid Unella lowered into a curtsy, old as she was. “Lady Eva Argo has requested to see you.” Charlene smiled as she held the thin spindle of black wax over a candle “-and did you not tell Lady Argo that i was busy?” There was a beat of silence before Unella spoke “I did My Lady. She was persistent.” Charlene allowed the wax to drip onto the seal of the now folded letter. Setting it aside, she used the inlay of her signet ring to press the Balor seal into the wax, ignoring the burning bite of hot wax on her finger. 

The Silence stretched on and it seemed like hours before Charlene finally looked up. Those eyes, dark as polished onyx found the Argo girl at the entrance to her rooms. “Shut the Door Unella. You-” she nodded at Eva with a smirk and a crook of a long finger “Do come in.”

[katsmoving]

If heaven has claimed his soul as its own, I will break the sky and tear the stars apart, just to feel him in my arms again.

raising hell in the clouds // k.s. (via worthygamora)