He was her best friend, had stuck with her through thick and thin… He had remained at her side, had been her ever constant as the years had passed…. But she couldn’t recognize the man before her. His smile was broken, crooked in that sort of way it always had been but now there was a twinge of something else to it, a madness that lingered, dripped over him like the bright red blood that spilled over his cheeks. .
“Blaise what have you done?”
Tyran’s voice was soft a hushed whisper as his ears flickered, catching the sound. He moved, slowly, one step as his tal swung in a low menacing sweep, his eyes locked on her, his smile wide and arms open. There was the softest of sounds as he dropped the stick in his hand, the weapon he used to kill the only one who had tried to help.
“I did what I had to Tyran… for us.”
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So I tried, and that’s all that matters. You can’t make fun of me. Digital is hard
Ayyyeee!! So I posted them on my IG account already but I figured why not go ahead and post them here too It’s the daddy of the year, he ain’t fucking around ✌🏻
Blaise actually has a lot of self destructive habits, more then just cutting. What it boils down to is the fact that Blaise just plain doesn’t want to live. He’s lost his Baby, his one, the only girl he’s ever loved and ever will.
The only reason he isn’t dead is because of Rocco and Evander.
Everything was quiet, and he could practically hear the scratching of nails against wood floors as rats moved about the seemingly abandoned houses. He was gifted with senses, strong and powerful ones that made him an incredible asset to the kings, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, find any signs of life in the town they were walking through. Blaise had a keen eye and a knack for hunches that generally were right. And right now, His Gut was telling him That’s something was seriously wrong.
Cognac eyes moved over the buildings in The human quarter, Taking in the silence that seemed to press and pull heavily at his form. His hands clenched at his sides, gaze narrowing as he strained to hear anything in the alleyways that were cloaked in darkness and the shifting shadows of the late night. His footsteps rang out in the empty roads, brown hair falling over his eyes as he leaned to look around a corner. It felt like someone was watching him, like someone was just there beyond his vision, and even with his Vampiric sense of smell, he couldn’t tell if the human scents he was smelling were old or new, young or old, and just what it was he was looking for.
“Helloooo, anyone here? God this place is a fucking Ghost town.”
Blaise’s voice rang out, his arms crossing as he listened to it echo and bounce off the walls.
Nothing. Nothing here but skeletons in closets, the memory of sound and the stench of human blood…
“Fucking perfect. We’re on a damned wild goose chase. Rocco, come on! There isn’t anything here but Fucking rats.”
Blaise turned around, His arms crossing as his gaze desperately sought out the blond. There were a lot of things about this squad that people had to understand. The group of them were brothers, bound by bonds stronger than any blood ties could ever replicate, tested in the fires of time and hell itself. They cared deeply for each other, and everyone was willing to give their life at any given moment for anyone in their group. Thousands of years had seen them closer than ever,, but there was always one, one person among them that wormed their way into the other’s heart and was far closer than the rest. It wasn’t something any of them could describe as anything more they the human trivial saying of best friend, but even that didn’t begin to touch on just what these people meant to them. For Saho, It was Alta,. For Thane, It was Ace, and for Amun it was Auden, Noose it was Faust, and all vice versa…. For Him? It was his Rocco, his Blond Lannister.
Blaise Moved closer to the blond, reaching out as he scanned the surrounding again, his hand finding Rocco’s to pull him closer to his side, before trailing around his waist. He didn’t like the feeling that was happening, like they had walked into a trap and it was about to spring, but he wanted to get Rocco out of here, before something happened.
But Blaise knew that he never just got what he wanted. Whatever powers that be were obviously pissed at him and held a grudge, because as soon as he made to leave, the explosion rang out.
“Shit… I Knew it!”
He always had to work for what he wanted.
“Rocco Come on! We gotta get back!
They wouldn’t make it back in time anyway. Before They were even able to make it down the street, a Blur moved, sliding off the roof and tackling Rocco to the ground. The figure and him hit the ground, rolling as they struggle for dominance, though it was clear that whoever was under the hood was a human, because Rocco, though surprised, was easily overpowering them. Blaise made to step in, made to help out His Rocco, but something in the air stopped him, something familiar and burning and it made that grin slid over his features at he turned to face the owner of the scent he had come to adore. He turned, eyes widening with excitement as he took her in.
The only one who had ever come close to killing him.
The only human he ever saw as a challenge.
“There you are… I was beginning to think you had Crawled into the dirt and started to rot where you belonged. Which would have been such a disservice really.”
The feel of her under his hands again… god, had he really missed this crazy bitch that much? It was strange, he mused, that just the sight of her made his heart rate pick up and his mouth start to water. He had never truly tasted her blood, rather only gotten a few licks from the wounds he had given her, the few times he had managed to break her skin…. But it was enough, enough to know there was something just… special about her, and claim this girl as his favorite human.
Blaise Moved, pushing her back until her back slammed against , one arm across her neck to make her stand on her very tip toes so that she didn’t suffocate, the other moving, roaming over her body with nothing of the gentle touch he had shown Rocco, every twitch laced with malicious intent. He leaned over her, his breath mingling with her as his hand found it place between her legs, pressing up and rubbing her cover lips just to watch her squirm.
Such a pretty flush. Was it out of anger or embarrassment? Maybe desire.
Either way, he’d make her scream his name. It didn’t matter to him how he got her to do it.
“Such a pretty little body…. It’d be better off displayed for the whole world to see, just before I slit your throat and drain you dry, Tayrn.”
“No…. No!”
Creed could only watch in horror as the smoke climbed into the air, thick and black ribbons of twisted air that stank with gunpowder and death that served as the only marker for two girls she had come to care for more than the world.
“No… Why… Damn I was almost… I was… Why couldn’t you have waited… just that little bit longer?”
Creed could hear the words, spoken lowly and under her breath as her hand came up to cover her mouth, to cover the trembling lip and to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over. There was no use crying over the dead, there would be no justice in tears. Creed sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, before she stilled her furiously beating heart, hooded eyes narrowing farther as she readied herself for battle.
In reality, she shouldn’t have been surprised when she heard the explosion ring off into the night. Vendetta wasn’t a patient person and a fair bit of a pyro, but she had thought that maybe the girls sort of suicidal tendencies might have been a little controlled, considering who it was exactly they would be going up against. She should have known that Vendetta would do something like this, and It was a well-known fact that if Vendetta was going down, Caven would not be far behind her.
‘I’ll get their revenge… I will win this war… I won’t let their death be in vain…’
And she knew just how to start her revenge.
“Tayrn… You there… Let’s get those fuckwards… there two over on 2nd street we can take out first… and One looks to be like your little boy toy.”
Creed looked over to the black haired beauty she called her best friend. If She had been a normal girl, Creed might have felt insecure next to the goddess. Tayrn’s hair was ink black and long, twisting with wild curls that only gave her a flair of exotic That could only come naturally. Her skin was tanned, both by heritage and by sunlight, bright eyes two different colors, different shades of blue that drew you in with just a look. Her body was tone but her curves distracted from it, a mix of hard and soft that if Creed really had felt that way, she might have been jealous off.
As it was, Creed could care less who found her attractive. She was made to Kill vampires… she didn’t have to be pretty for that.
The sound of the explosion belt out like the toll of the church bell, the signal that another one was lost to teeth and fangs and the unstable blood need of a unstable race. Creed tightened the gloves on her hands, thumb brushing over the padded knuckles that hid that brass of her weapon underneath, before she moved, throwing herself across the gap to land in a roll on the other building. It wasn’t very stealthy, but with the explosion still ringing in the silence and gloom, no one could really hear her.
There really wasn’t any time to waste. Creed didn’t have the luxury of waiting for the perfect moment; she only had time to act. Creed jumped, the hood of her jacket almost flying off as she crashed into the body of the blond vampire, knowing the brunette was Tayrn’s kill. Creed rolled them, grunting as her back hit the rocks before she managed to turn them again, lifting her arm to aim a punch directly at his face.
‘Such a shame… he’s a cute one.’
Creed thought. She could see why he was popular with the human girls, why many would give their life for a night with.
Rocco Lannister was gorgeous, Flawless in that way Vampires had. His skin was tan and clear, soft and velvet under her touch, his features sculpted perfectly to make her heart skip a beat as his gaze shifted over to her. His blond hair fanned around him in almost a sort of halo effect, tinged with the dirt and grime his kind forced them, the humans, simple food, to live in. His body, though she couldn’t see it, was hard, pressed against hers as her hips ground against his to force his body back down as he tried to buck her off, thighs tightening against his hips. Despite it all, the situation, The feel of him against her sent a shiver of dark pleasure rippling over her body, made her gut heat and her heart to ache in a way she had never known. It almost made her regret her stance on how things stood.
Almost.
“Stay still and Die pretty, Blondie.” Creed growled, her hand falling to her side and pulling out her knife.
His voice didn't just whisper in her ear, but over her skin, touching nerve endings, the trail of fingers brushing gently, shaping her body. The sensation was so real she shivered, fear choking her. She swallowed hard against his hand. Mutely she shook her head. It was impossible to look away from him. His eyes were compelling, so dark and fathomless, heat and fire where he'd looked so flat and cold before. There was something real inside of him, she could see it in his eyes. He wasn't entirely a killing machine, nor was he the undead as she'd first believed, those eyes were too alive. His body was too hot, too hard.
Her tongue moved to lick along his bottom lip before she took it between her teeth, not a single notion of kindness in the motion. She clamped down making sure to take blood with her.
But still she snapped her gaze up to his, relishing in the heat that was starting to pool in her gut. Her tongue dipped to run across her bottom lip before taking the red stained lip between her teeth. There was no sort of shame running through her as one of her hands moved to his wrist, each pass of his fingers over her and she pressed into him, grinding down into his hand.
Though her words came out raspy, a strangled gasp against his hold, as she spoke her eyes never wavered from his.
"Oh Blaise, I'm glad to see you again but,.... Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?"
Electricity arced between them, sparks she knew weren’t real, but still, they were there, like streaks of lightning sinking into her pores to whip through her body, taking every vestige of discipline with it. She lifted her head and she gasped at the look in his eyes. He knew she saw the darkened, lust-filled predator, and yet she didn’t back away; she reached for him, matched his uncontrolled hunger with her own.
"I've never been good with rules and regulations. The word no isn't exactly in my vocabulary."
Forks of lightning whipped through her bloodstream, lashing at her most sensitive of nerve endings until there wasn’t a square inch of her that wasn’t hypersensitive. She squirmed against him, her hips bucking. Hungry. Needy. Demanding. She couldn’t stop herself. She was going up in flames and only he could stop it.
She needed his hands and mouth to be rough. She needed the bite in her scalp when he tugged her head back to take her mouth again and again. She needed his attention solely on her. She heard her own mewling cries, and she didn’t care if she had to beg to get what she wanted. What she needed. However it was pertinent that she reminded herself 'time and place'.
He sounded like sin to her. Temptation. Wicked and forbidden. The wild in her rose until only need and hunger controlled her. Only pleasure. Every sharp word, the feel of his fingers rubbing against her Now wet core so powerful, so demanding, even just a simple graze and she could feel herself peeking, dripping and only for him.
"You're a limits tester? That's only fair I suppose, cause I'm damn sure going to be testing some out too."
The words were out of her even as her body was arching, her hands pulling away from his to wrap the barbed wire she had been hiding around her two hands, pain blossomed as the spikes pierced her skin but she was completely focused.
Her arms whipped, moving with as much swiftness and agility as her body would allow in this position, the wire wrapping around his throat in an instant. And with it his hand moved out, if out of surprise she didn't know but she held tight as his arms dropped from her form.
And now it was her time to shine, Tayrn braced her back against the wall and wrapped her legs around the massive man’s waist, gaining as much momentum as possible.
There was a flicker as her smile turned wicked, her eyes moving towards the Crimson that trickling from his neck and her hands, almost delicately Tayrn moved forward, her lips by his ear as she purred against him.
"I suppose I'll be the one to have the pleasure of introducing you to the word."
Rocco watched as the brunette closed her fist around the sleek knife and took a jab at him. Judging from the way she threw it, someone had taught her how to fight. He ducked to the side before she could land the blow and caught her, spinning her around to the floor once more, crossing her arms over her chest and holding her tight against his body. His breath came out in a burst of sound that shocked him. He went very still, resting his mouth against her neck, against that warm pulse that beat so frantically and called so loudly to him. Laughter? Had he laughed?
He couldn't notice details of the tiny thing, not in the position they were in but what he did know was she velvet soft to touch and a sin to breath.
Like him, she had gone quite still in his arms again, like a frightened little rabbit. She shivered, her wet, muddy clothes clinging to her soft, feminine form.
"I will make excuses for you as you did not have a mother to teach you proper etiquette apparently but my patience will go only so far."
He whispered the words against her ear, determined that she would learn who was in charge. Certainly not some little slip of a thing, so silly she went out in the rain unescorted and at night.
"GET THE FUCK IFF IF ME!"
Her words pierced him, and he could feel it. The slight tug at his heart, enough to be noticed.
"You live in a dangerous world now little girl, you should have stayed home where most would think they are safe."
He inhaled her scent and found himself fighting the call of her blood. He tasted her in his mouth. That exquisite, rare taste beyond anything he'd ever known bursting in his mouth, trickling down his throat to seep into his veins, pouring through his body like molten gold. Her skin was so warm and soft, her pulse calling to him. He closed his eyes and simply listened to the rhythm of her heart. He wasn't hungry, yet he craved her, like an addiction, wanting to bite down, to feel her soft flesh . . .
Heat rushed into him. Filled him. Blood pounded through his center, rushed into his cock, until he was hard and thick and aching, and shocked. His body burned from the inside out. There was a strange roaring in his head. He felt on fire, flames scorching his skin, racing through his veins. Erotic images filled his mind, her body writhing beneath his, a million things he'd seen in his existence, a million ways to make her his. He had seen such things, but never once thought of them. Never once in all his existence had he ever entertained the idea of taking a woman without consent. Never considered burying his body deep in a woman and doing whatever he wanted with her, until that moment. The images and his terrible, brutal need overwhelmed him. Tiny beads of blood dotted his skin, sweat as he'd never known it. He felt edgy, out of control, insane with the terrible craving that had spread from his need of her blood to his body's need of hers.
Rocco's lips moved against her ear, his breath stirring her hair and sending an electric shock sizzling through his veins.
"I can hear your heartbeat."
His fingers moved the silken hair she'd so carefully left covering her neck. His mouth moved over her skin, his tongue a velvet rasp, making his brand on her pulse with frantic need. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her wrist, a groan spilling from his lips as he listened to the rush of music that was flowing right under her skin.
And here he is!... Kinda? Also Complementary Blaise
I’mma Level with you, he looks strange as hell, mostly because I’m still trying to figure out Saho without the ears. So these are super sketchy and just doodles, so try not to judge them too hard
