Last year, this really scary and dark Halfdan Halloween fic "Darkness Beyond" by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen inspired me to make two moodboards which I never posted. Now, after reading and reblogging this story I felt, I should do now.
Warning! These moodboards are as dark as the fic, trying to grab its intense mood.
Please note, I don't mean to support or trivialize any sort of violence with this!
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Notes: This is a modern professional killer Halfdan (AU). The use of a song is heavy in this chapter, the lyrics are in italics. If any other rock/industrial lovers want to know the song it's: Professional Killer by KMFDM.
Credits: Mood board by @flowers-in-your-hayr
Warnings: Adult themes 18 +. This part is not graphic but don’t read if you don’t like this kind of thing or find it too dark.
Halfdan couldn't help himself, two weeks passed since their encounter in the woods and she still infected him. He was always an intense person with an addictive personality, but this, this was new. He never had to work hard for a woman, nor had one who captivated him as much as she did.
He almost resisted his stalker tendencies until she left bait. Two days ago, when he returned to his hotel room from a kill, he found a card slipped halfway under his door. Part of him knew what it was before he even saw it; a playing card, the Queen of Clubs. The card left a stupid smirk glued to his face the rest of the night. This cat liked the game, and so did he. On the back of the card was one word, Velvet, the name of a fetish club in Berlin.
~ A day later ~
The high from dancing was almost similar to killing. The excitement, increased heartbeat, the way every cell in her body was alive. As the strobe lights flashed, Nikki moved as a woman possessed. Aware of all the moving bodies, yet in her own world. It was one of her favorite things to do after a kill, to dance. Especially if it was a particularly dirty kill.
That's why she liked poison and other silent but deadly killers. They were her preference, but she could kill anyone with anything, you couldn't be one of the 13 otherwise. Not that she didn't like blood, she loved it.
Her fetish for blood started when she was young, the vampire obsession came naturally. As a teen, Nikki was sure she too once bathed in the blood of the young in some dark castle ontop of a hill. Maybe she was the very thing of the night that frighted town folk and scared generations to come.
When she was recruited for the 13, it came as no surprise. What else would she do? This was right where she was meant to be. She never had any reservations about how fucked up she was, she was never normal.
As Nikki slid away from another eager suitor, she couldn't help but think of Halfdan. She had never in her life desired anyone as much as she did him. Nikki knew she could have him; the man wasn't a saint - far from it. It was known Halfdan was picky, even so, many women shared his bed. It was clear he wanted her too, but there was something about making him wait that really got her going.
How long could she torture him before he just exploded? Taking her right then and there, no matter where they were. Sure, she thought of a million ways it would happen; this way pleased her the most. It was the motivation behind slipping the card under his door instead of just taking one of his kills. Nikki was still going to do that, but first, she wanted to play with him a little more.
There was no doubt in her mind, he would be here. Anyone else she danced with was just filler, biding her time as she waited for him. Nikki didn't have to wait long, just as she finished the thought something about the air in the club changed. It was him, he was here. Almost like two wolves, they could feel each other, sense one another.
Nikki could feel him behind her but didn’t look. Instead, she continued to dance, moving seductively to the sound of the music. Halfdans breath tingled the back of her neck as he pressed against her ever so slightly. Smiling to herself, Nikki paused as the song ended and transitioned into another. Halfdan leaned in, “I got your card, killer.”
“Halfdan, this song is about you. ” Nikki said softly, the beginning beats of Professional Killer started to play as she arched back into him. “...so cruel…” she sang, swaying to the music.
Halfdan shook his head, fine, he thought, the kitten wants to play, we'll play. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her back into him, dancing with her. “A tiger on the attack, ready to bleed…”
Halfdan didn’t know how much more he could take, the dancing, the way she moaned the words, and stared into his soul as she pressed against him. He knew exactly what she was doing. He told himself he wouldn't give in first. The plan was to make her beg for him; to make her so frustrated that she'd pounce. Just like the feral kitten she was. But here, in this club, with the music, the leather and lace, she was fucking winning.
Nikki grabbed his collar pulling him closer, Halfdan thought, this is it, she’s giving in. I win. But the kiss never came. Instead, she pressed her lips against his ear, further seducing him with the song lyrics. “Tragically yours, obey and submit to me.”
“I will find you wherever you hide, got a thrill for the hunt, a skilled criminal mind.” Nikki dug her nails in his chest as sang the words, pleased he knew the song, but not surprised.
Pushing away ever so slightly, Nikki rested her palms on either side of his face, searching his eyes, “We would have been friends in high school, rebels, the weirdos...went to the same concerts.”
“Maybe.” His desire overwhelmed him, turning his voice into a growl. Nikki continued to dance at a slower pace as her eyes traced his lips, her hands flat against his chest and gripping possessively. Halfdan was hypnotized, for how good he was, maybe, just maybe she was better. But he couldn't let that be, he had to get the upper hand.
Before Halfdan could make his move, she bit her lip coyly as that look in her eye returned. That tricky fox one. Nikki took one step back, motioned for him to follow her, then disappeared into the crowd.
Everything in the club began to intensify as he looked for her. His heart was racing, his pants grew more and more uncomfortable as he ached for her; he was done playing. Nikki needed to be punished, making him pine for her like this. No one did this to him, no one.
So calm
Tracking your every more
Unrelenting my conscious clear
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
A force to be feared
The song fueling his desire and need, Halfdan moved through the crowded club with ease; he knew his gut would lead him to her. What he didn't know was Nikki could see him come up the stairs to the third floor. She had eyes on him most of the time, just waiting for him to come to her.
He was a sight to see. The way he moved through the crowd, all the eyes admiring him. Lusting after him and unaware he was death walking. His good looks and sharp clothes made him appear like an eligible bachelor when he was one of the world's deadliest killers.
Wretched and pure
Tricky and dangerous
Do not question
Or challenge your fate
A promise is written in blood
Take life for pay
When Halfdan rounded the corner, Nikki waited for him, slinked up against the wall like a fucking pin-up, an innocent look on her face. To the left, he could see a room where dancing was now something much more. Of course, she led him here; to the pleasure floor. The minx was cleaver.
To his right, a number of the club goes in fetish gear, actively putting it to use. Before him, against the velvet back curtains, Nikki posed for him. Her skin-tight black velvet dress hitched up a little higher, her legs teasing him.
“Do you know what happens when people are alone with me?” His tone low and cryptic. Nikki only grinned, slightly swaying her hips as they locked eyes; Halfdan drew closer.
Yours is not to ask why
Yours is to do and die
Professional killer
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”
“Me?” Pointing to herself, “...never.” Mouthing the word and biting her lip again.
Halfdan snickered as he pushed her further into the wall with his body. Bringing one hand to her neck, he gripped her throat as his other hand reached back, gripping a fist of hair and pulling, hard. Her lips parting and a soft gasp leaving her lips as he did. Nikki could feel her knees weaken as the tingling between her legs intensified.
Halfdan had that look again, the one from the woods. Like he would devour her. Knowing she had his full attention, Nikki slowly slid the tip of her tongue against her upper lip and teeth. The act caused Halfdan to groan audibly and lean into her further.
Nikki knew she had Halfdan exactly where she wanted him, “What are you going to do," she teased, "punish me?”
Fuck it, Halfdan thought, he couldn't take it anymore. He’d make her pay in other ways, but right now, his victim was pinned against the wall; the time for games was over, he was going to have her.
When Halfdans lips met Nikkis, she melted into him, his tongue claiming hers as he inhaled her. Nikki had never been kissed that deeply before, it was like Halfdan was taking her soul, and she was giving it to him willingly.
End song (the one they dance to)
@naaladareia here is the next part :) Thank you for all your support for this story :)
Warnings: The moodboard is based on a professional murdered Halfdan, so you know, adult themes 18 +. Dark!Halfdan is my kink and he and my OC get dark here. Other themes: stalking, violence (mentioned not detailed), gun kink/ play
Halfdan watched as she lifted the martini glass to her lips. The stupid fool, he thought, thinking she was actually interested in him. Halfdan had to admit, something was exciting about watching her work; like a black widow catching her prey. Her ability to shapeshift, to become another person with a wig and contacts was uncanny. No wonder she was a Spade.
It was exciting, hiding in the dark. However, he did have to make a point, to repay her for her little stunt two weeks ago. What better time to come out of hiding than now? It wasn’t too hard to find what she was working on, just like her, he was good at finding things.
Nikki was teasingly lingering the cherry against her lips now, laughing at the man's joke. The dumbass likely told her everything she wanted to know, all before she finished her first drink. Now, she was just playing with him, the way a cat bats around a mouse.
Halfdan wondered if she felt him, as he shadowed her the last few days. Or, was the infamous Queen of Spades unaware of his close proximity to her in the shadows?
Almost consumed by his thoughts and the tightening of his pants, Halfdan felt relieved as Nikki finally ate the fucking cherry. The way she danced it across her lips for what seemed like an eternity was driving him mad. Nikki then excused herself, heading to the ladies' room. That's when Halfdan made his move, slipping in behind her and locking the door.
“What are you doing here?”
Without a word, Halfdan pulled her left hand into his, dropping a gaudy silver ring into her palm. Nikki recognized it immediately; her lips parting slightly as she examined it closely.
“How did you-”
“I told you,” his voice a chilling whisper, “you don’t want to owe me.”
Nikki was both furious and turned on. The ring belonged to Nicholi Weston, head of the JVS. A bunch of men who got off on thinking they were some elite secret society, but in reality, they were just a bunch of assholes with too much money and power.
Nikki asked for this job specifically; she wanted to kill him herself, to make it long and slow and agonizing. Word on if she got the job or not was to come that morning; she was sure she had it. Now, the guy's secret club ring rested in her palm; Halfdan the Black got to him first.
“You can either enjoy your date, keep selling a night that poor bastard won't ever get. Or, if you leave,” he looked at his watch, “in 10 minutes you’ll catch our friend before he bleeds out. Buy yourself a few minutes to make it hurt.”
“I left your guy alive.”
“Barley, 9 minutes.”
Nikki bit her lower lip, thinking her options over.
“You’re wasting time, killer.”
Nikki made her decision, the information could wait, “Where is he?”
Halfdan seemed pleased, reaching into his pocket and slipping a folded paper in her hand. The texture of his fine leather gloves touching her skin. The contact caused the slightest reaction in her eyes, one he took note of, “Good girl.”
...
The smell of fire filled the air long before she reached the destination. Halfdan had made quite the mess. Weston's car ablaze in the middle of the dark road at the back of town; the part of town no one with any sense came to.
“Fuck.” Anger surged through her, this was her kill, she wanted this. Hearing a branch crack behind her she whipped around, her left hand retrieving her gun with ease as she turned to her target. A smug grin and cold blue eyes meeting her gaze,
“Too late.”
“You said he was alive.”
“I did,” he chuckled and she pressed the barrel of the gun to his chest, “What are you going to do, shoot me?”
Nikki sighed and started to pull away. Halfdan calmly gripped her hand over the gun, holding it in place.
“Think you have what it takes? I'll admit, you’re not bad, for a woman.”
“You’re going to wish you never said that.”
“What?” his eyes dropped to her neck, “you’re going to prove me wrong?”
“What do you think?”
“You don’t want to know what I think,” Halfdan steps closer, with his right hand he gently caresses her face, the leather cold against her skin. As their eyes lock something deep, primal, and dark stirs between them both.
Normally, anyone close enough to hold a gun to him would be dead. He was letting her do that, just like he let her walk out of the room that day. Nikki was getting away with murder and he was allowing it. In fact, she was serving to be more of a distraction than he liked, and he couldn't have that, not for long at least.
Before Nikki could think of a response, Halfdan overpowers her. Seconds before she was in control, now, she was pressed against the tree, the gun barrel under her chin as his free hand cradled the side of her head. She could get out of this, she thought, but the perverse truth was, she didn't want to; Nikki wanted to see where it would go.
A smile lingered on Halfdan's lips as he took her in with his eyes. He liked how much shorter she was without the heels, the way she had to strain her neck to look up at him.
Every so often her full lips would quiver, like words hanging on the tip of her tongue would slip out any minute. Instead, she was silent, as was he, the fire raging in the background.
Halfdan’s free hand moved from her face to her jacket collar. Lingering there a moment, before taking the small sapphire pendant she wore between his gloved fingers. His eyes cast down on the gem as he spoke, “This is just dinner. You’ll love the desert.”
Fuck, she thought, the throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable. The gun, his body heat on hers, and his growing erection pressing into her was becoming too much. Nikki was feral for him; the almost full moon intensifying the mood as they stood obscured by the trees of the dense woods.
Lifting her left hand, Nikki ran her nails across his hand as he released the pendant, making sure to press into the thick gloves. The sensation sent waves through Halfdans' body and caused a low moan to dance off his lips. Halfdan was fighting every urge in him to take her right here. To fuck her hard and fast while his handy work burned in the distance. It would be epic, he thought. Of all his sexual adventures, he’d never done that before.
Halfdan slid the gun down. Slowly moving, traveling the length of her neck, down her exposed chest, and over the curve of her breasts; Nikki lifted her left leg and brushed against his ever-growing erection with her knee. The look in his eyes was unlike any she had ever seen. Plenty of men lusted after her, but this wasn't that look. This was something else; something darker, older, animal in the most primal way.
Halfdan leans in closer, he reholsters her gun and inhales her scent, his nose barely touching the skin of her neck. For how weird all of this was, Nikki couldn't remember being more turned on than she was here, in this very moment, pinned against a tree by the famous Halfdan the Black.
Just as he raised his head, sirens blared in the distance. Halfdan stepped back, “It would be a real disappointment if you got caught. I’m looking forward to our next meeting.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” Sharing a knowing smile, they both walk backward a few steps, soaking the other in one last time, before turning in opposite directions and leaving the woods.
Nikki couldn't sleep that night, like a ghost Halfdan haunted her. The only relief coming when she took the pressure off with her favorite vibrator; only then did sleep come.
The next morning, news of Weston's murder reached her employers. When she came into the local office to see the crime scene photos, she nearly burst into laughter. It was now clear what Haldfan meant by the desert.
The Weston bastard got it good. Halfdan didn't just burn him alive, he mutilated him first, in ways Nikki dreamed of. Sure, she was a little bitter he took this from her, but what better payback than to take another kill from him, this time she would finish the job.
