a little bit of psycho, a whole lot of fun

RIOT || Linkus

theloneteenwoolf

Lincoln’s face fell as Mikus spoke, and it took all his self-control for his lips to not curl with disgust. Did the love of violence Mikus possessed make him feel ill, or was his inability to truly care he was entangled with-such a person the true cause? His skin tingled from the vampire’s touch, but he felt a strange sense of numbness washing over him. Soon enough his pants would be pooled around his ankles somewhere, and the thought of the body on the floor would be lifetimes away.

“I’m not wearing that in public.” He wouldn’t let that side of himself see the daylight. The thought brought a tint of pink to his pale cheeks, embarrassed heat pooling in his stomach. Lincoln was pulled along easily by Mikus, his body easily bent and moved to suit his fancy. It would always be this way between them; snarking back and forth, but underneath his slick words was the gnawing truth that Mikus had an undeniable ownership on his being.

“No. Mikus, c’mon.” He tugged on his arm, trying to move them away from the man groaning in pain. The finger move elicited a reaction inside Lincoln’s pants, but the act of Mikus’ finger dipping inside wounded flesh stopped him from being a mindless zombie to his dick. Momentarily, that is. When Mikus had his fill of teasing, Lincoln would not be a match for his charm. “If we have to deal with this shit, let’s do something besides poke bleeding people. Crap - should we help them?” Lincoln pushed back his hair, tugging at his roots roughly as he tried to think. He didn’t want to touch the masked person, but they couldn’t leave him there. “Why is he wearing that mask anyway?”

“But I want you to wear it. There is a party I want us to go to later and I have something special planned for you.” Mikus’ index finger slid along Lincoln’s jaw while he spoke. There was a pretty diamond collar in a jewelry store in midtown that Mikus had his eyes set on, it would look so mesmerizing around Lin’s neck. It would also underline Lincoln’s status as Mikus’ pet; something the vampire was overjoyed with. Mikus had to restrain himself from having his eyes roll into the back of his skull permanently when Lincoln asked why the man was wearing a mask. The age and intellect of the teen showed themselves so clearly sometimes it physically pained the vampire. However to get Lin to play along with his games, Mikus had to put on his most charming qualities. “I want you to kill him for me, Lin. Put him out of his misery….” Mikus whispered against Lincoln’s ear, his lips brushing against the shell of the ear.

“The man will bleed out in less than half an hour anyway. It would be a mercy kill.” The vampire explained, his hands slithering their way around Lincoln’s torso, head leaning on the werewolf’s shoulder. This was the first step in a long plan. Well, calling it a plan was a bit wrong. It was sort of like the Joker from Dark Knight. You do not really know what he is going to do but you can be sure it will involve death and an overbearing about of pain. “Your hands are so strong; you just need to tighten them a little around his throat. It will be over so quickly.” And it’ll feel so good when you do it.

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Kurtis Valentine had a love-hate relationships with the hospital and these past few weeks made this relationship more clear to him. Each day brought a new way of attacks from the hunters, new people rushing into the hospital asking the other doctors and himself to help them as they slowly inched towards death. Death still wasn’t easy on him, which was ironic considering he was now a vampire and he was a cause of many deaths when he was a warlock. Yet this was different, he had a chance to save people. Running his hand over his face he could feel his hunger start to grow which was why he kept himself against the wall away from the new shipment of injured. Valentine knew he needed to feed but there was just so much chaos that he didn’t have time to find his stash of blood to keep himself from ripping his patients head off. Another deep sigh came from his chest as he stood up fully and glanced over at the action debating on whether or not he should risk it or not.

For no other reason than being bored, Mikus had gone to the hospital. The vampire just felt right at home being surrounded by death and sickness. But when he walked through the hallway he saw a figure he hadn’t expected to see.

“Well would you look at that. You’re alive! And-” Mikus stopped just short a few meters of Kurtis, a devilish grin spreading across his face. Could he be? No. No, it was true. “Well you gotta be shitting me.” Placing his hands on his hip like a mother who had just caught her child doing something naughty. “Last time I hear about you, Snow wanted to, you know.” Mikus puts his index finger against his own throat, doing a sliding motion across. “And then you show up here like this.” Mikus took the finger and pointed it at his own fangs.

#c:kurtis

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Dylan O'Brien at the NerdHQ during Comic-Con 2013

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2014 San Diego Comic Con.

lilaxjensen

“Yeah, really?” She smiled and lightly bounced on her heels. “Well since you are offering and all it might be fun.”

“Of course! I’m a people person, always glad to show someone new a good time.” Mikus bowed his head, playing the part of a gentleman. This girl was new and cute, it would be fun indeed. “So where would you like to start? What is you preferred place of choice, bars, clubs?”

#c:lila

theloneteenwoolf

“Jesus! That right there is not advised in the bible. Thou shalt not be sucked off by a vampire in a car whilst one drives.” Lincoln didn’t drive well on the best of days, so the sexy factor was diminished by the fact he would probably die trying it, werewolf or not. Mikus would of course, walk away without a scratch. He always did.

Lincoln huffed, meeting the vampire’s eyes with a faux look of annoyance and indifference. He wanted to hide the copious amount of fucks he gave about Mikus, and every interaction they had. To that thought, Lincoln prayed there would come a day that a simple touch like this would not have such a strong effect on him. He knew that he was ridiculous, a love sick puppy. “Yeah, he’s fictional.” Lincoln gave a little - sacrificing an inch but still unwilling to give a mile.

“Eh, I’d actually say that you’re wrong.” With a coy grin, he slipped from Mikus’ grasp, his own strength as a wolf being able to match that of a vampire. “I didn’t have to jack off, for your information.” Crossing his arms, Lincoln positioned himself on the hod of the car, perched so that his feet dangled against the lights. “Because sex, and stuff.” He added quickly. Hookups were far more believable than the idea he’d actually moved on.

“Sounds like a horrible bible, burn it.” Mikus scuffed, his hands moving down Lincoln’s back, resting neatly together at the base of his spine. “I still think it needs to be done.” The vampire let the teen sneak out of his grip, curious what the man would do next. Listening to Lin talking, Mikus simply looked him with a questionable expression, his hands crossed over his chest. Interestingly enough Mikus could not smell anyone unknown “And stuff? Did you just say sex and stuff?” Mikus roared out, his upper body bending forward and a loud slap could be heard from when his hand connected with his knee. Lincoln was ever worse at lying than Mikus’ twin brothers, and that was saying something. “So, tell me, about this sex and stuff you’ve had.” His legs crossed each other as he made his way to Lincoln, on the hood of his car. “Because I’m dying to hear all about it.” Stopping just short of Lin’s knees, Mikus’ fingers came up to walk along the teen’s knees, slowly making their way up his thighs. “So you didn’t get even a little turned on by the pictures I sent?” Mikus cocked his head to the side, pressing his lips tightly together to suppress a smile. The photos the vampire had sent while he was in Europe walked a thin line of sexy and horrific. A mixture of blood and body parts. The last one sent had been a flash photo of Mikus sitting on a bed, his shirt opened up enough to reveal what looked like bruises, the left side covered small sprays of blood. In his mouth was a cigarette, long enough to signal that it had just been lit, being kept neatly in place by his fanged teeth. Then there were his eyes. Yes, his eyes. Looking directly into the camera, his golden eyes shined brightly even though his lids were barely open. The vampire looked like the description of sin. Just what he was.

RIOT || Linkus

theloneteenwoolf

“Mikus..” The words left his mouth in a soft whisper, inaudible to a human’s sense of hearing. He didn’t care for the sight before him; a bloodied body on the ground, with Mikus standing over his victim, a proud smirk plastered on his face. Lincoln was well acquainted with the vampire’s thirst for violence, it had brought them together that day at least four months back. He had not witnessed Mikus in a violent act since, and did not relish the sight.

He had been on his way to work an extra shift when the riots broke out. It seemed the streets changed from peaceful to chaotic in the blink of an eye. Eager to escape the madness, he had hurried quickly to the shop. The apartment was too far away for him to seek refuge now. As he approached the shops entrance, Lincoln had recognized Mikus instantly. His heart sunk in tandem with the body. He dragged his feet closer, not eager to find out what had happened. Lincoln did not receive the luxury of choosing his next words, instead he was kissed by Mikus forcefully. His eyes fluttered shut as he melted into both the feeling of his lover’s lips against his, and the hand holding him close. The body and the riots disappeared from his immediate thoughts, and could have been banished entirely had Mikus not pulled them apart. Following the vampire’s line of vision as he spoke, Lincoln shook his head. He stuck both hands in his hair, tugging on the brown ends as he tried to think of something to say. “It’s terrible. And please, please tell me that guy was trying to kill you or attacked you. Killing people is bad, remember?” The door to the shop was locked, leaving them safe for the immediate moment. “I can’t believe you’ve been back for what, less than a month? And this happens.” Lincoln shot Mikus a small smile. If he was fucked, at least he was with him.

Mikus looked at Lincoln with a blank face. It was so funny how the teen still had not wrapped his head around how Mikus operated yet. Yes, this man had tried to kill him; one could argue self-defense at some point. However, the same could not be said for the woman and her son, laying on the ground a few meters away from the shop, with their necks slashed. In addition, the self-defense went out the window once the torture of the masked man had begun. “I know, it’s so wonderful, right! I knew it was more exciting to be here than in Europe.” The gleeful expression spread over the vampire’s face. He fed off chaos, destruction. It made him feel like a child in a candy store with no restrictions. That was just how he liked it. His black eyes suddenly focused on his pet’s neck. There were small purple and yellow bruises around it, markings left by the collar and force of a chain that Mikus had bought him two days ago. “You’re not wearing the collar?” The vampire asked, raising a brow to Lincoln.

“Lin, don’t look so down. You are here with me, the world is burning outside. Don’t you just feel so alive?” Grabbing roughly at the wolf’s shoulders, Mikus forced him in place, to focus only on him. How it should be.

“But you know what makes me feel really alive?” Pulling Lincoln’ closer, Mikus whispered seductively in his ear. Walking them both over to the counter, they now stood over the masked man. Mikus tapped his finger along the utility belt, until he reached the end, dipping his index finger into the bleeding wound. Surely enough the man awoke with a rough groan, but unable to do much movement besides that. Mikus licked his lips intently before retracting his finger, licking it clean.

“Have you ever killed anyone, Lincoln?”

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Adrian smirked. There was absolutely nothing delicate about Mikus. “Delicate daisy, ah yes, exactly the flower I think of when I think of you.” The older vampire laughed at his friend’s dramatic ways. “Of course Mik,” and he meant it. At the mentioned of these ‘cool’ European things, he leaned in slightly. “Fae blood? Of course Nik got 500 year old Fae blood. Shall we pop it open then?”

“The prettiest and most delicate of flowers.” Mikus rested his hand on the back of his hands, batting his eyelashes at Adrian. “He got it in a bet over something stupid. Which also landed him in trouble. But what can you expect from the other Katla?” Mikus sighed, opening the chest that stood on the dining room table, revealing a vial inside. It was a fair amount of blood, Mikus had to admit he was impressed that his twin brother had managed to get his hands on this much. “Lets do it. Why don’t you do the honors of having the first taste?” The vampire handed the vial over to his friend.

#c:adrian

lilaxjensen

“Just out of curiosity is the night life around here much fun?” Lila wondered aloud. “I mean I’ve been just been going to work and then back home I haven’t explored all that much to be honest.”

“You want to have a little fun? I’ll show you if you want.”

#c:lila

RIOT || Linkus

@theloneteenwoolf

The riot had caused the perfect distraction for Mikus to go out and rack havoc. He had been slashing bodies left and right as he had made his way down the streets. Most of them seemed like innocent civilians whom were simply trying to get away from the mess, though Mikus cared little for that. It was not until someone wearing a gas mask and carrying a stake had tried to come for him that the vampire took any interest. The first one to challenge him, oh, he was going to get the special treatment. Grabbing the man by his neck, Mikus pushed him into the first door he saw, which belonged to Church of Skatan. A menacing laugh roared out, one that could send shivers down the spines to the bravest of men. Lifting the masked man by his neck, Mikus slammed his body onto the counter, knocking the air out of the man’s lungs. “I bet you started this day thinking you were just going to cause a little panic. Have some fun, stake some vampires. Your friends are probably outside that door right now doing just that. However, you, oh, you were unfortunate and met me.” Mikus smiled sweetly, his eyes black as the darkest of nights. “I just want you to remember; screaming just makes me enjoy myself that much more. So don’t be shy, I wanna hear how much it hurts.” With the final words leaving the vampire’s lips, he pointed his nails forward, planting them firmly on the masked man’s jacket before tearing at it. Layers of clothing were torn off before tanned skin was revealed. A small bell rang….Someone had opened the door… And judging by the sent that filled Mikus’ nostrils, he knew just who had entered.

Mikus shot a mildly sweet look over at Lincoln. It was not who he had expected to show up, but it was fine, he could always work around the small visit of his ‘companion’. On the other hand, maybe even include him… The scene in front of Lincoln must have looked like something out of a horror movie. The unconscious man on the counter with his gear ripped off, shirt torn over his stomach to reveal a gashing wound that kept pumping out blood. Mikus’ tongue trailed from the mid of his arm, gathering the blood that had the limb was drenched in, all the way to his ring finger. “He’s out cold….Dead.. No, wait, no, there is a tiny pulse.” Mikus hummed, his long legs crossing each other in a seductive way as he walked over to Lin. His hand, it was still covered in so much blood, but the vampire was not the least bit bothered by that. Using it with ease, Mikus pushed his hair back, which caused the liquid to taint his hair and the top of his forehead. “Hey, dargias. You know it’s dangerous for puppies to be out without a leach on.” The vampire talked in his normal tone, not indicating that anything was different, even if there now was a man bleeding out behind him. “Come here.” With a strong hand planted on the werewolf’s back, Mikus pulled him in for a forceful kiss. The scent of blood, the high of power had Mikus to a point of no return. His golden brown eyes were black, his fangs were fully extended, and bumping against the wolf’s tongue as Mikus soaked up every taste of Lincoln. “Don’t you just love it?” Mikus asked, referring to the chaos that was currently unfolding outside the shop windows.

#blood tw #c:lincoln

theloneteenwoolf

“You read my mind…I do love watching movies in cars. Reading in cars, especially the holy bible…” He could have babbled on for lifetimes but words failed him when the distance between them was shortened, limited, then gone. Lincoln inhaled, his nose able to appreciate the familiar smell far better then most.

He couldn’t argue with that, America was stupid. “Yeah, for fun.” Lincoln mumbled, his lips opening moving a fraction to allow a couple of words out. He knew he was breathing slightly heavy, and his face was angled away from Mikus, too shy (too horny) to look at him. “Yours? Please. I belong to one person only, and that person is Liv Tyler. Ever since Lord of the Rings man.” Lincoln fond himself able to return to his snarky form, but it was only because he found himself giddy at the thought Mikus claimed some ownership. “God, am I crazy?” Lincoln muttered to himself - it was, entirely. Who gets excited a psychopathic vampire owns them? He did, apparently.

“Oh, tell me more about your holy bible reading sessions, hot stuff.” Mikus pouted out his lips as he spoke, wiggling his shoulders a tad bit. “What do you think about you getting to drive her around, while I suck you off, and you try not to crash? Sounds like fun, huh?” “Yes, me.” With a strict hand on Lincoln’s jaw, Mikus commanded the teen to look at him. “ As in mine. As in no one else’s. So this your ‘boyfriends’ sake I really hope that he is fictional or you might have just given someone a sure death sentence.” While tilting his head to the side Mikus put on his most adorable smile. A text book answers for Mikus Katla was would be a bipolar sadist, however the man himself would use the words fun and witty. “No, I am.” Mikus smiled vividly, looping his arms around Lin’s smaller frame, closing the distance between them. “Weird how you haven’t figured that out yet. You’ve probably only been missing me because of my face and not my amazing personality, hm? That stings my dead heart. But on the plus side I can picture just how many times you much have jacked off to pictures of my gorgeous face. Am I right or am I right?” With his hand still holding Lincoln’s face in place, Mikus’ eyes shifted from golden brown to bitch black. He was hungry, not just for Lin’s blood but for his body as well.