A decently old vampire constantly looking to smile and have fun. Vampire | 984 | Leventis Clan | Bartender | Concubine | Grecian |  Everything I do, I do it for the fun, no point in living if you aren't enjoying your prolonged experiences.
âTaylor, I thought I recognised you. How are you? What have you been up to?â Casanova asked and looked around. Maybe the middle of the pavement was not the best place for a catch up. âShall we get a coffee or a drink and catch up? If you are free that is,â he asked wanting to catch up with his sister.
âSLUMBER PARTY!!!â The baby vampire yelled as he burst into the room, his arms full of cookies and other sweets that he could only eat on a night like this when Marcus had to stay at the hospital all night. âDo you want to start with Frozen or Lion King first?â
Taylor sat up in her bed and laughed a bit, shaking her head at her best friend. âFrozen, obviously,â then she pointed to the amounts of sweets in his arms, âYouâre going to puke loads if you eat all that.â She knew that he had done it before, but she still felt the need to warn him, though she wouldnât dare stop him. âBlanket fort in the living room?â
âGods itâs boring hereâI want to leave. You donât have any good games, not even Monopoly,â the ancient whined, righting his gaze upon the other. âCome. I insist,â he added, hopping up onto his feet before he brushed off his jeans and straightened out the shirt, one he casually stole from one of his progenies. âWeâll go find a store that sells Jenga.â
Taylor lounged on the couch near her grandsire, rolling her eyes at the mention of games. âWell we did have it, but Augustus threw it in the fire.â It was a long story, and stupid. Glancing up to him as she stood, she pulled herself to her feet as well. âJenga? Itâs been a while since Iâve played that.â
Summary: Taylor at the height of her partying and recklessness, one of the few times she wasnât traveling w/ Marcus.Â
Disclaimer: blood mention, death mention, drug mention, alcohol mention, nsfw, rape suggestion.
Song: We R Who We R - Ke$ha
Result: Chores for days, and a lecture for the books.
Word Count: 1,424
Tonight weâre going hard, just like the world is ours.
The glitter in her eyeshadow was falling in her eyes, her stockings were torn, but they were her favorite pair so she wore them anyway. The brunette stood staring at herself in the mirror for a bit, time almost stopping as she examined her body. Not a young vampire by any means, yet she acted like one, and perhaps that was how she fell into the group she did. They were all only changed in the roaring 20âČs. Taylor met the leader of the group, Eric, at another party, and they immediately took her in, claiming the city was a scary place, and that young vampires needed protection. Taylor allowed them to believe she was a child. It was a game, and a fun one at that. It didnât take long for her to begin sleeping with Eric, though it was nothing serious, it never was with Taylor.
Got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexified
So let's go-o-o (let's go)
They were going to a party, a human party, at that, but one that was promised for fun. Pounding at the door pulled Taylorâs attention from herself, making her realize she had zoned out completely. âCâmon, chick!â The voice belonged to Emma, the beautiful blonde that wore as little as possible and had men and women a like hanging off her fingers like rings. Taylor laughed, opening the door to her small bedroom, âYou look hot!â Exclaimed the blonde, earning a wink from Taylor. âWhen do I not?â She asked, obviously not seeking an answer. âCâmon, the boys are waiting.â Jonathan made the third member of their little group, a shyer boy who probably would have been with another group had he not been related to Emma, cousins or something. It was an interesting story, though Taylor couldnât recall it if you asked her.
You know we're superstars, we are who we are
The party was at an abandoned warehouse, people at the door were offering to decorate your body with fluorescent paint, sure to make your skin stand out in the black lights. Parties like this were just starting to pick up, but Taylor loved them. Dressed in a tight skirt and crop top, Taylor allowed her body to be painted, to which the boys doing the painting jumped to help with. The liquid was cool on her skin, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin on the summer night. The music pounded already from the outside, almost hurting her sensitive ears, but she was overwhelmed by excitement. Once coated in paint, Taylor strolled inside, one arm slung lazily around Emma, and the other grabbing the first drink she saw and chugging it. She was ready for a night of fun.Â
Weâll be forever young.
Quickly, the vampire foursome ended up in the middle of the floor. Hot bodies danced and gyrated to the music around her, though Taylor found herself moving with the whole. It was almost as if everything was moving in slow motion, a boy came up to her and showed her the pill on his tongue, and over taken with the moment, Taylor kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and taking the pill, only releasing his lips when she had the small drug in her mouth. She winked at him, then pushed him away and pulled herself back into the throng. It was not her first drug of the night.
We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb.
Somehow, in the middle of all the bouncing, grinding, and sweating, people were sniffing lines of coke. Taylorâs vampire friends were joining, and Eric yanked her arm over and motioned for her to blow the line that was poured across a girlâs chest. She never did disappoint, so quickly the brunette bent her head into the humanâs cleavage and sniffed, using her tongue to lick where the white powder had been to be sure she got everything. The human moaned in happiness, and the next thing Taylor knew, she was kissing her. Their tongues danced, and Taylor found herself dancing with the human as they kissed and groped each other. All the substances Taylor had in her body began to effect her, and as she pulled away and looked around, all that surrounded her were backs, or the eyes of her vampire friends. She smiled at them, a sick and naughty smile that they all knew by now. Taylor glanced at the girl and grinned, walking around behind her so that the humanâs back was to her. Eric moved to stand in front of the girl, simply dancing with her at first. Taylor kissed down the humanâs neck, stopping once she met where her neck and shoulder met, and without a hesitation, she sank her fangs into the girlâs flesh. She tried to scream, but Eric was there kissing her, silencing any alert she may cause.Â
We'll be forever young youn-youn youn-youn-young
Her blood flowed into Taylorâs mouth, and in effort to keep the human from falling down, she wrapped her hands around the girlâs frame, cupping one of her breasts by accident, but not bothering to move her hand. Taylor felt the girlâs life leaving her body, but she didnât stop. This time, she didnât stop. Someone tried to pull her off, but she refused, and kept drinking until the girl fell completely weak, the last bit of blood dripping down Taylorâs chin as she let the lifeless body fall. Her eyes shining bright. Her vampire friends, however, we not thrilled. Emma tried to yell at her, but Taylor merely rolled her eyes. âIâm not a child! Iâm nearly one thousand years old! you canât lecture me!â The drugs were speaking, not her.
D.J. turn it up
It's about damn time to live it up
I'm so sick of being so serious
It's making my brain delirious
I'm just talkin' truth
Taylor danced away from them, allowing her body to be felt, grabbed, and yanked until she was out of the throng. She didnât want to leave the party alone though, and off to the side sat a little boy, probably dragged to the party, but she didnât care, he was for her now. âYouâre cute.â She said simply, grabbing his shirt and pulling him outside. Taylor pulled him a few blocks over, stopping in an alley that was far enough away, but secluded. She planted her plump lips on his, and he responded, allowing her to push him against the wall and kiss him with passion. He pulled her shirt off, but she didnât care, her bare breasts perking up in the night air. The boy fumbled with them, unsure of how to handle them, she supposed, but Taylor took control. She yanked his pants down, and grasped the throbbing member in his pants, she could just smell the blood and sweat on his body, her own clad in glitter and sweat.
Quickly, she dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes locked with the boyâs as she sucked him into her mouth. He gasped, closing his eyes and grasping her hair with rough hands. Which she allowed. Then he went too far, pushing her farther than she wanted to go. A growl slipped from her throat, and Taylor found her fangs sinking into his member, and a piercing scream from his mouth. She released him, but stood to snap his neck. As his body fell, she felt something come over her, a haze that she couldnât explain. Perhaps someone gave her something stronger than she though. Something to take advantage of her. In the back ground, she could barely make out footsteps following her, heavy, male.
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
Taylor stumbled away from the body, attempting to get away from her followers, getting to the next alley over before she tripped, her body falling hard against the cold concrete. She could barely hear the sound of a struggle, but didnât know what to expect. Footsteps came towards her, though rather than rough hands yanking her to use her as they pleased though, she felt a jacket put over her bare frame, and familiar arms grab her, a sense of security falling over her like a blanket. The man pulled her up and carried her bridal style, and just before Taylor completely blacked out to the world around her, she felt herself snuggle into his chest, allowing the comforting scent to overwhelm her like a different drug. Father.
âAugustus, I lived in a nation with shitty water, I know how to tell the difference.â Besides, she had already drank from it and she was standing just fine. âPlus I already drank from it earlier. Now please, I donât want you to die, as irritating as you are. If youâre that worried though, break a vine and drink the water from it.â
âWhatever floats your boat, Auggie,â She said, irritation gone, she won the little argument. âAnd if you see any shelter, feel free to tell me about it.â
It was always the most mundane days that worried Marcus. The days where everything went smoothly, where he had no dramatic outbursts from his children, where he was able to get through every surgery without a hitch, where he did not have to lecture Kurtis too much about indulging during work hours, where he was not overly tempted to strangle every living creature, those were the days that sparked a deeply rooted anxiety. Nothing good lasted. The universe had a way of balancing itselfâand now, now tables turned again.
He was out, dressed in clothing that made fighting and defending himself a bit easier than while in a suit, as much as he loathed to say it. Being human, with the heart pounding in his chest, he already felt too confined in his own body and he couldnât risk restraining himself ever more with a bloody suit. He was well equipped, or as well as he could muster. It was not surprising how easily his training came back to him, though it was years ago he served in the Athenian army. He fashioned himself two spears, and a small âbladeâ he kept secured in his belt. All technology seemed to be wiped away, and to be frank, that suited Marcus just fine.
Nature rustled and whispered around him, sweetly cooing of lurking dangers tucked away in the shadows. He had already killed several beasts and was coated in dried, deep reddish brown remnants of the encounters. Horrific, but nothing he could not handle. He was probably one of the few adequately trained to handle himself in this situation, but he knew that the majority of his children, without their abilities, were not in the same fortunate boat. And the thought of Alexander as a human again⊠It did not settle well. He pressed forward in his search, only occasionally giving a harsh, rugged call out for his family. He alternated names, but felt that perhaps it would be enough for one of them to just hear his voice.
âAlexander! Kaitleen!â He should not have been so loud, but it was very unlikely he would be able to track down his progenies without some sort of verbal prompting.
She was in a tree. Though granted the tree was not the safest place, Taylor felt some sense of comfort being able to glance down at anything that came near her. She had already seen some large cat like creature prowl by, but she knew how to be quiet, and had hugged the large tree trunk so tightly in effort to keep from rustling anything, she now had small cuts on her hands and arms. Not that she minded. Cuts were better than a large cat trying to eat her.Â
Her heartbeat was the most interesting aspect, at first, it had pounded so loudly, she had thought one might hear it outside of her chest, the initial shock of the jungle taking her over, but as time passed, she eased into her calmer demeanor, though her search for family and friends was something she continued slowly, carefully going from tree to tree. Thank gods she was agile as a human.
It wasnât until a loud voice, one she almost had memorized, broke through her silent dance with nature, that she almost faltered on her current branch. Only two names were spoken, but she knew her father like the back of her hand. Slowly, Taylor descended from the tree, being sure to rustle leaves so her father would glance at her before being scared and believing her to be a deadly creature. That wouldnât be a fun story to tell. âI should be hurt you arenât calling my name.â She teased softly, though she knew he had many children, and would go hoarse calling all of them at once. âI havenât been able to find anyone either.â
Augustus scowled, tossing his cigarette onto the ground and stomping after his sister. âIf we get poisoned from the disgusting water, we die, too. Did you think of that or are you just too stupid?â
âAugustus, I lived in a nation with shitty water, I know how to tell the difference.â Besides, she had already drank from it and she was standing just fine. âPlus I already drank from it earlier. Now please, I donât want you to die, as irritating as you are. If youâre that worried though, break a vine and drink the water from it.â
Augustus shot her a withering look, unwilling to admit that he was incredibly happy to see at least once of his siblings. âYouâre proposing that we walk through this hazard so we can drink river water?â he asked, looking repulsed.
âFuck you!â Augustus screamed at the thing that rustled in the shadows. He picked up a rock and threw it in the direction where he heard the noise, though he probably threw inaccurately given the fact that his senses were horribly reduced. How did humans see anything? How did they get anything done? His heart was beatingâ his heart was beatingâ so hard that he felt it ram up against his ribcage. Augustus was so afraid, and he hated it. Moving around wasnât an option: he would probably trip and ruin his suit, his hands, his hair. So he just stood there, smoking because there was nothing better to do, waiting for this to end.
âShut up.â She said simply, coming out from the shrubbery with a wince, she had cut her arm on something unknown, and was still grumpy about it. Not only was her heart beating, but she wasnât healing. It was hell. âI found a fucking river, are you coming with or not, because we actually have to drink water now.â Despite their fights, she still cared about her sibling, and did not wish for him to die.
Alex just smiled bigger. âYeahâŠyeah I am. My mom screamed when I told her. Valentine thought something was wrong by how loud she was.â True story. âIâm not wearing a dress for the wedding but yes please! We can take pictures too.â Â
âWho said I was getting married?â He tried to tease all serious and failed. The smile on his face gave it away. âWe can play yes to the dress!â
âOh puh-lease, I know youâre getting married, donât play coy.â She laughed. âOh my god, Iâm picking out dresses for you to try on, and you can pick mine. It will be great.â
âWhat?I just wanted to know what was in the box,am I not allowed to knowâAndreas said as he placed the slightly open lid of the box back down. âIs it a present for somebody?â
âMm, then throw it away,â Marcus gave as he moved to the cabinet, pulling down a small box of tea. âIs that so?â He asked, carefully pocketing a few packets. âYou know it would be very helpful to have you around,â he told her, âWe are a bit understaffed.âÂ
Taylor quickly tossed the rotten milk into the trashcan, making a face at the fact that it went unnoticed so long. âIâve missed it, to be perfectly honest, and working at La Palais, as nice as it is, just isnât as fun as I thought it to be.âÂ
âI think it expired yesterday, actually, I was checking it before I decided to consume it. Good morning to you too.â She said cheerfully, it had been a while since she had seen her father. âIâve been meaning to tell you, I believe I might go back to work as a nurse at the hospital.â
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