Letting off Steam
“I’ll be out for a bit! If y’all need me, give me a ring!” Percival shouted, making sure everyone else heard him loud and clear. He didn’t have to, though. They’re vampires, and their sense of hearing is enhanced – he just loves being obnoxious to Lana.
“Yes, yes. Move along, Percy,” Lady Lana dismissed him, paying him no mind as she worked on her computer.
Valentina appeared from her cousin’s open office. “Where are you headed, Percy? Sanguine? Aren’t you a little early?”
“I’m going to the gym. Boxing sparring,” he replied.
Valentina hummed as she watched him walk to their door. “…Of course.”
“I’ll be stopping by at Sanguine, though,” he gave her a grin.
“Be careful.”
And he’s gone through the door.
“Did you know that it was little Lilith Vatore that invited him to spar with her?”
“Oh?”
“Percy was skeptical about it – he told me that last night, when he helped me bake my last batch of cookies,” Lady Lenora explained. “He thought it was a trap, but I eased his worries. The Vatore won’t break our oath. He became enthusiastic about it, eventually. I reminded him to be careful, of course. Sparring between vampires can be deadly.”
“You’ve baked something, sister? Without me? Why didn’t you ask me for help?” Lana suddenly appeared, sounding hurt.
“Yes, my dear Lana. Have you forgotten Gertrude’s partnership with Mayor Feng’s Cookies for a Cause?”
Lana let out an exaggerated guffaw. “Of course not, Nora! Are you going for another batch? I’ll help you. Come, come. Come, sister.”
“You can help me wrap them in cellophane.”
“You’re finished already?” the youngest Beau sister whined. “But I wanted to help you!”
“You will help me,” Lenora ignored her whining. “We’re packing them up.”
Let’s hope this works for him to control his frustrations.
“Percy boy!!! And here I thought you don’t wanna box with me!”
“Pfft.”
Percy quickly changed clothes. He jumped on the ring, making sure the boxing gloves were strapped tight. Lilith nodded at him, her own gloved hands bumping each other, before taking her stance.
“Terms?”
“If I win, you’ll let me fuck someone in the club closet. I lose, I’ll help y’all clean up after closing.”
“Deal.”
“Really?” Lilith panted, “Right on the face?”
“Don’t fret,” Percy chuckled, trying to catch his breath, “your pretty face is healing up already.”
She let out a breathy laugh.
“Did you go easy on me?” he asked, leaving the ring.
“Perhaps,” Lilith caught her breath and closed her eyes. “Whatever. You won. You get the closet all to yourself…and to whoever the lucky person is for tonight.”
She stood upright, before leaving the boxing ring, “My brother lost a bet so he’s the designated janitor for tonight. That’s why I purposely lost, Percy boy. Don’t soil the closet too much, yeah?”
“See you later tonight,” said Lilith. “Going straight to the club?”
“Gotta savor my victory. Next time we spar, don’t hold back.”
“You’re on.”
Percy downed the drink that Lilith made for him. He scanned around the club: in front of Caleb’s bar, he saw Vladislaus Straud talking with Lana Beau.
I didn’t know she’d be here. He chuckled to himself. I know damn well she’s shaking on her seat – she’d rather spend the night in a luxury lounge than be here.
There’s also this red haired vampire girl sitting by Caleb’s bar. She’s quite new, not only in the club, but being a vampire as well. He’d hook up with her if he could, but he doesn’t want to get involved with another vampire. He prefers mortals, he gets the thrill from it. He looked towards the dancefloor, where Helen Straud was playing her mix. There was this blonde girl, dressed in red, with stockings, and with a pretty black heels with pretty black bows. She danced the night away, her hips swaying to the beat.
Percy stifled a groan. He’s so pent up. He slid a bill to the counter, nodding to Lilith. She retrieves it, paying him no mind. She knows he’s up to no good, but they had a deal.
“Something tells me you’re up to no good, miss.”
“Oh, is it now?” The lady practically purred. “And what is a pretty man doing here?”
“You know…” his voiced lowered, looking at her matte painted lips. “Looking for fun. Something to relieve the stress…”
She bit her lip. “My, my…I’m here to relieve some stress too…”
When Percy let go of Jenna (he learned her name after their tryst in Sanguine’s janitor closet that he’s sure to forget), he couldn’t help but frown when she greeted the person who was just about to enter their home. It was Lavender Lee – the girl he saw on Gertrude’s opening night. (Of course, that name won’t be forgotten; she’s too cute).
“Hi Leeeee!!!” Jenna drunkenly giggled.
He could see the way her face twisted, and he could see how she tried to school it. “Hello, Jenna. Your boyfriend?”
I am not. He tried not to hiss.
Jenna snorted. “No, nooooo! Just someone I spent the night with.” She purred.
Percy’s cold heart constricted when he saw how Lavender looked away at them. (Why?) He tried chuckling with Jenna, who nuzzled him to death.
“Well, I hope you had a great night,” Lavender said. “See you later?”
“Okayyyy! Oh, are you still leaving for tomorrow?”
Lavender nodded, fiddling with the doorknob. He could see how she missed the keyhole at least twice, with her hands shaking.
“Okieeee!!! I’ll drive your clients away while you’re on your trip!!!”
Lavender only nodded again, before unlocking her door. She left them outside.
Percy quickly gave Jenna a kiss (that he’s starting to dislike) – it was a rushed one, but was still quite the kiss, as Jenna almost melted.
“Alright, lady, get inside,” Percy gently pushes her inside, gently if not urgently.
Jenna giggled, again, “Mmmhmm, see you around, pretty boy.”
As soon as Jenna had entered her home and closed her door, Percy rushed. He knocked on Lavender’s door, ignoring the doorbell so Jenna wouldn’t hear.
Lavender opened her door.
“Pretty girl, there you are.”
She groaned. Cute. He thought.
“The guy from Gertrude’s, am I right?”
“Damn right you are, darling,” he smirked.
“Fancy seeing you around here then,” she replied, and he didn’t miss the way her heart quickened its pace.
“You live here?”
“Obviously?”
He smiled.
They stood there for a moment. She cleared her throat. “Do you need something?”
“You’re going for a trip?”
“Uh-huh…?”
He nodded. Then he turned on his heel, “It’s nice seeing you again. Enjoy your trip.”
Cute. Really cute.
Inspired from this ask.
