Little Miss Lost Boy || Scarlett 'Scar' Aiden

“Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.”

[mauruslindholm]

Maurus smirked. “That sounds about right, actually.” 

He watched her, unrepentant. A shrug graced his shoulders. He didn’t care. “Plenty of other options, do tell.” He said, only adding another shrug at her question. What did he want? if he had to be quite honest, he didn’t want anything. He was bored. He wanted to see how far he could take it.

[scarlettaiden]

"How sweet, another arsehole who underestimates me."

Whilst shaking her head in disbelief, an exasperated laugh escaped her. The redhead's fingers drummed erratically on the bar, the beat heavy and uneven, but the only plausible outlet whilst her mind battled with the urgent need to show him such options. 

Wrong place, wrong time. That's all she would need to utter.  Simply mimic his shrug without casting a second glance at the glass shard in his neck or chest or eye...the plan wasn't all that together yet. Because it was unwarranted and drastic and too impulsive but fuck if it wouldn't make her feel better! Instead she leant over and clutched his drink, before swinging it back in one gulp and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Because you're weak.

"I really don't know how it's possible for you to be less intelligent than you look."

"That's why you won't fuck off isn't it? You don't know how to leave."

[alexanderlamkin-deactivated2026]

Gone. She was gone; slipped right out of his grasp and away down any one of several impending side-streets. But he could still vaguely feel her signature, growing duller and duller with every second he hesitated in the crowd of people

.

Alexander weaved through shoulders, jostling those who did not move quickly enough out of his warpath towards that wily little cat of a human. Distracted with his task, he collided with another body, reeling away, “Get out of my way,” he seethed, steadying himself with a grip on their shoulders like a cold vice. 

[scarlettaiden]

Gripping a coffee in her hand, Scarlett hurried out of the shop, pacing towards the centre of the square. It wasn't a rarity to be inundated with signatures whilst out and about, though it was never an occurrence that she could ignore. He looked like he was about to rip somebody apart and instantly she cursed her instincts. Though she continued to venture further into the sea of people, pushing doubts to the back of her mind.

That was, until the redhead found herself battling with gravity. The growl didn't surprise her, not when she was faced such a venomous glare. Though the desperation in his eyes? Yes, that did.

"Me? I'm not the one doing pirouettes in the middle of the street!" 

"What's wrong? Is it hunters?" She queried; her eyes, though never breaking his gaze, were now suddenly wide with excitement. Because those fights, she could win. 

Though conscious of her movements, the almost painful pressure on either side of her neck was the only thing preventing her from searching the open space for answers. With a subtle inclination of the head, she forced her body to relax, conscious of missing any opportunity to show that she wasn't weak. "You can let go of me now, Alexander."

[mauruslindholm]

Maurus laughed. After a moment, it softened to a smirk, which softened to a serious expression. “That was a douche move. I’m sorry,” he said. He followed her line of sight, before letting his gaze roam around on its own. “How about cheese fries, instead? That sounds nice. We can share.”

[scarlettaiden]

"Something tells me your whole life has been one giant douche move." 

His words fell on deaf ears, though the pity with which he spoke them, was now thick in the air and had triggered the alarms. Twisting her body in one quick motion, she glared at him, her face void of emotion bar the slight scowl. 

"Look, if you weren't already part of the circus, I'd take great pleasure in plunging my teeth into your neck and draining you of everything you've got. But that leaves me with plenty of other options." Bringing her glass to her lips, she emptied it with one gulp and revelled in the comforting burning sensation as it journeyed down her throat. "What do you want?"

[a-mernick]

"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we’ve no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" Adam had barely realized that he was singing along to the radio until he felt all pairs of eyes on him at the clothing store. With his hand wrapped around a maroon scarf that had been calling his name all day, he promptly bit on his lip and shifted his gaze away from those staring at him. His cheeks stayed their natural color and his outward appearance otherwise gave no proof that he’d embarrassed himself, but the inner turmoil inside of his head was raging. Adam Mernick didn’t sing in public — not when his singing voice was positively horrendous to the ears and not when his reputation was so high. He clutched onto the scarf and added another item to his cart, if only to act like he hadn’t just sang the world’s worst rendition of ‘Let It Snow’.

[scarlettaiden]

Bittersweet could be deemed an understatement. No, winter was a headfuck. The turning of clocks inadvertently provided Prague's vampires with an extended period of time to explore, as children were barely home from school before darkness enveloped the streets. Therefore, it was no surprise that numbers soared throughout the latter stages of the year. But sunset only ever ignited the same, draining battle. Tonight, hope had won. The self medicated confidence, flowing through her system, had thrust her out into the maze of cobbled streets before she convinced herself otherwise. Within a few minutes she was weaving her way through the crowds in the Old Town Square following a scrawny looking bloke she'd spotted at the jewellers two streets back, who now was carrying her added bonus in his back pocket. Slipping down a side street behind him, Scarlett glanced around, ensuring they were alone. Though instead of a suspicious straggler or potential hunter, her gaze fixed on something else. Abandoning the shiny accessory and it's owner, she pushed the door open, debating the two possibilities in her head. Though two steps in, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Adam" She breathed, biting her lip in a failed attempt to quell the roar of laughter that escaped. Bringing her hands together for a slow dramatic clap, she shook her head, eyes shining with glee.

"I think you just answered the million dollar question. How long do you think we've got before every dog in Prague decides to respond to the distress call?" 

[mauruslindholm]

"Thank you so much," he said, sitting down. "Yeah, yeah."

"Just. Sh, just enjoy my presence. Look, I’ll even buy you a drink. Wow, I’m so generous."

[scarlettaiden]

"I'll even buy you a drink" She mocked, her eyes wide in astonishment. "Seriously, were you thrown down the stairs as a child?"

"The one time I want to be on my own and Mr fucking Universe sits next to me...this is perfect." Scarlett straightened her back, and glanced around the room, suddenly extremely conscious of drawing more attention to herself. The combination of anger and humiliation bought her right back to the mindset she had fought so hard to avoid. Why did this feel like a trap? Taking a deep breath, she returned her gaze back towards the shelves of alcohol and tried to relax. "Please, just keep staring your reflection in the glass and stop talking to me."

[miscreantmernick]

"No. Pierre is, as I’d expect you to know, floating on a cloud, probably passing over India as we speak. Probably writing on his diary about the miserable life he leads."

"Oh, I approve," he nodded. Truly, he couldn’t care less. "Talking to you without inhaling 98% alcohol and bleach really makes a difference."

[scarlettaiden]

"Ugh, what a hippie. Though I was talking about your other half; the one who's diary is full of sketches of dicks and his favourite Taylor Swift lyrics. You look quite similar actually."

"A difference noticed by nobody more than me. I'm sorry for the pollution, though it makes certain things much more bearable. You know, I can't decide whether getting you drunk would have a good or bad effect on the sleeping habits of Prague. I suppose therapists would appreciate the income."

[davey-brunn]

"Yes, but I don’t have to like it, do I? It’s not as though it’s easy to become desensitized to a fetor foul."

"Lazaro won’t care, so long as I do my job. And how many have you turned this week?” 

[scarlettaiden]

"No, I guess not. You'd just think, that considering you grew up amongst dinosaurs, that you'd be desensitised to all smells."

The numbers didn't bother her as much as they should, because in truth, she'd be too far gone to remember. The night's aims were always clear, initially, but they would saunter to the back of her mind after the pills started to kick in. "6..8..I don't know, I left my abacus at home. But I'm doing better than last month, that's for sure. Why, have you been sent to check up on me? Or is this just another anything you can do I can do better, scenario?"

[scarlettaiden]

[mauruslindholm]

"Too lazy. You’ll have to do it yourself." He said, waving his hand in dismissal. And then he sat up the tiniest bit straighter, placing his hands on the table, looking at her. He wanted to ask, but he didn’t know how well that would sit with her. "All right. Well. Can I sit here while you, uh, celebrate or mourn?"

[scarlettaiden]

"Have you heard nothing of what I've said? No sure, take a seat. Hey, why don't you just share mine?" 

"Sit where you want, Princess. I'll try to keep my celebrations down" 

[miscreantmernick]

"Annie, did you really comeback just to make me regret not drowning you the last time we spoke? But at least you’re not hangover— this time. I’m proud. Good on you, sister."

[scarlettaiden]

"Fucker. Yes, I wanted to catch up with my favourite Mernick. Is he around?"

"Oh shush, it's only early." She smirked, lifting the glass to her lips. "Do you not approve? You've played a hand in this, you should bask in your handy work." 

[miscreantmernick]

"So I talk into Elsewhere this morning and I’m greeted with the horrendous view of a six feet tall Christmas tree."

"Someone’s gonna die for this."

[scarlettaiden]

"Don't tell me they didn't wait for you to put the star on?"

[mauruslindholm]

Hello to you too, princess. I can’t really blame them. Although — what exactly is it you’re doing, yourself? 

[scarlettaiden]

"Princess?" She shivered, the annoyance and surprise evident in her voice. "If you could douse me in petrol and set me alight now, that'd be great."

"And why is that? I'm celebrating...or mourning. I've yet to decide." 

[queenofthenight-evangeline]

Apparently it is. Perhaps the town is in need of more places to showcase said relationships.

[scarlettaiden]

There's more likelihood of you being allowed to open a daycare than me opening a bar, but a girl can dream. 

I'm just making it my mission to thin out the crowds. Maybe I'll steal one of those bloody tour buses and play whack a bitch. Or I'll start selling them, do you think I'd get much for hairy dwarves on the black market? It is nearly Christmas.

[davey-brunn]

"They reek, don’t they?"

[scarlettaiden]

We both know you've smelt much worse than that. 

An influx of haemoglobin and you're complaining about the scent. Lazaro will be thrilled. 

[headdemoness]

The tilt of the demoness’ head is almost reptilian, gaze narrowed in silent calculation. “Let’s put it this way — ”

She pauses, perfectly manicured brows arching. “You can either help me find the worthless soul I’m looking for or you can suffer the punishment in their place.” She didn’t gain infamy for being the most ruthless of the head demons by exercizing patience. “I can rip your spine out through our teeth if that’s what it takes to gain your cooperation.”

[scarlettaiden]

The smirk was involuntary, though it remained fixed to her face whilst the demoness continued with her unnecessary threats. As the idea of refusing the request - or demand - had never once entered her mind. A factor, that deep down, made her feel slightly uneasy. Because instantly, Scar was able to deduce the reasoning. Sure, the fondness of her spine was definitely in the mix, as was her incorrigible thirst for blood. But the indescribable desire to please, to be needed, to do right was the main emotion fuelling the fire that would perhaps, one day, push her too far. 

Straightening her back, the vampire spoke, exuding a surprising amount of confidence...hunting prey had kind of become her thing. "Who're we looking for?"

[queenofthenight-evangeline]

Can you blame them? They live here.

[scarlettaiden]

They can go home and write about that in their diaries! Is it too much to ask to be the only one around here with an unhealthy relationship with spirits? 

[hunter-michael-kromer-blog]

Well that’s bound to happen if you drink in public. Odds are you won’t be the only one. 

[scarlettaiden]

There's a difference between having company and feeling like you've crashed an Irish wedding. My superpower was null and void. 

So what, I leave for a few weeks and Einstein comes to town?