Addiction (Flashback Self Para)
Flashback Self Para
Title: Addiction Description: Logan continues to takes on the alias Crest. But what exactly will that name bring Logan? Or what will it take from our dearest progeny? Trigger Warning: violence, blood, drugs
No one knows what addiction is until every cell in ones body screams, aches, and begs for release. No. One.
But Logan Cree, someone who would soon go by the name of Crest, new very well what being an addict was.
In the year of 1920 Logan Cree was introduced to a part of society that he’d never once imagine he’d have to come across. Things between Lucinda and him had gotten to the point of acceptance. The vampire now knew what the bond between a vampire and their maker involved as well as knowing what “turning off” ones emotions or cares for a few years felt like. The vampire had also become very skilled at the compulsion technique that Lucinda insisted he’d master as soon as possible. But most importantly, this vampire now knew what fey blood tasted like, the benefits it had brought, and how if felt to go without it. Logan was constantly carving that type of blood but what he hadn’t considered was how Lucinda always seemed to have so much access to it throughout the years.
It had been several years before Logan had the chance to drink fey blood again and when he finally did one cold night during the 1920′s, he also understood where the fey blood bags had come from. A meeting had been arranged with what appeared to be two other high class vampires at a round table. One vampire sat in an all black tux while the other wore a dark blue suit. Lucinda, on the other hand had worn a beautiful white gala dress and her dark hair-a color that changed every year-hung down to her shoulders in soft gentle waves. But what always drew any man or woman in was not her attire or her musical laughter or her charming way with words, but her alice blue eyes and blood crimson lips. Cree was constantly amazed how makeup had evolved throughout the years and how easier it had gotten for Lucinda to hide the fact that a few drops of human blood had remained on her lips during any quick snack.
After everyone had their fill of their special red wine, Lucinda went straight to business. “Crest, darling, I believe it is time to show you how my-”
“Our.” A man named Gatsby corrected, not at all frightened by the ice cold look Lucinda had suddenly given him.
“My apologies love. I meant how our blood supply really works.” Lucinda finished, sending the man a quick glare and meeting Logan’s stare with softer eyes.
“I do not understand Lucinda.” Logan stated, frowning and looking around at the other two vampires at the table.
“You see dear, our access to fey blood doesn’t come without a cost. I have built an empire that benefits our race in a plethora of different ways. As we all know,” Lucinda paused and met everyones eyes as she went forward, “the effects fey blood has on our race is impossible to resist and let go so easily. However, we know there are hardly enough fey’s out there to fill all vampire’s thirst.” Lucinda took Logans hands in hers and gave him a smile that Logan drank right up before speaking, “I’ll be gone in a few years to find more fey’s and as much as I hate to leave your side, you must take my place at this table.”
“What!”
“Pardon?”
“Excuse me!”
All three, Logan, Gatsby, and Richard spoke in sync and stared at the only female vampire in the room.
“Does this asshole even have a clue what our business entails? Does he know that we drain as much fey blood as we can before we patch them right back up and drain them again? Or perhaps how we force them to give us what we want or else they’ll never see the light of day-which they never do anyway. Or were you planning on leaving all those details out Ms. Volar?” Richard hissed. The vampire had held his tongue during the whole evening but enough had been enough.
Logan felt Lucinda grip his hands tighter and could feel her burning rage that was coming from inside her. Instinctively, Logan shot up to his feet ready to charge at the blood sucker who dared to speak to his maker like that but was a second too late as usual.
Lucinda had the vampire pinned up against one of the room walls with her beautiful white fangs inches from Richards neck. The vampire’s arms were both held above his head with a single one of Lucinda’s hands while her other one pulled Richard’s head to expose every inch of it.
Cree smirked proudly at his maker and kept his eyes on Gatsby who looked annoyed and bored in his chair at the table.
“I will tear you inch by inch Richard if you ever, ever question my decisions. This is my business. Mine and only mine. I have you for one purpose and one purpose only. The second you become useless is the second I will dispose of you with no remorse. You have nothing on me an never will. I could drink you dry in my sleep my poor poor Richard.” Her tongue slivered up against Richards neck in a single movement and it had been enough to freeze up every bone in Richards body. A single chuckle rose from her throat and immortal finally said, “Speak if you understand.”
“Understood Ms. Volar.”
“Wonderful!” She smiled wide and released the vampire, returning to her seat next to Logan. “You would never question me like that Crest, would you my love?” Lucinda asked Logan as she stroked the side of his face and without words, Logan knew exactly what she wanted him to say and feel. Emotions that Cree could simply not control himself.
“Never.” Was the only word the progeny said before Lucinda pressed her full lips against his in a devouring manner.
“He’s no Rowen but he’ll do for now.” Gatsby commented emotionless and at that name, Lucinda quickly drew away without another word and drew her fangs ready to charge at the next words he said. “Yes yes I know. Watch my tongue. Now, please Lucinda, lets get to business. The man needs to know how things run and need to keep running while you are away.” Turning to finally meet Logan Cree’s eyes, Gatsby smirked and his emerald eyes sparkled with excitement. “Isn’t that correct Crest?”
Feeling his heart suddenly crushed and broken, Logan Cree could only nod and respond, “Correct.”
It wasn’t until Logan began to dive into the “drug” business-that consisted of selling all types of drugs to those who provided them fey blood which was then sold to other thirsty vampires for money and important favors-that Logan understood why he had felt that way during his first meeting.
Rowen had been Lucinda Valor’s mate. He had been the one who turned her and created this special drug business for the two of them. Rowen was and would forever be her one and only.
The progeny had for the first time wished he didn’t have that bond connection with his maker and feel his own emotions rather then have them combined with Lucinda’s. And with all these emotions that troubled Cree’s mind, the young vampire dived harder and harder into the drug business knowing very well that the stronger the addiction got, the harder it was going to be for him to get out.
But the truth was, for the next several years, Logan Cree took on the name Crest and had absolutely no intention of turning back.