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Maddox looked at Adelaide and smirked, shoulders jumping as a snort of laughter escaped his mouth. “Well, excuse me, princess.” he said, and then yanked the talismans down and threw them over his shoulder into the back seat.

When she told Maddox not to try so hard, he sighed, “Thank fuck, I’m useless with trying hard.” he said, smiling at her as they pulled into Main Street. God, she was gorgeous. And when she put her hand on his thigh he sucked in a breath. And a bloodsucker, he reminded himself.

“Oh? And how do you think I should relax?” He asked, focusing on the road, getting a glimpse of the huge house at the end of the street. Sex with a vampire wasn’t exactly his plan for the day. He might get himself in real trouble.

But then again… it could be a great distraction.

“Oh. Chivalry? That’s very sweet.”

Heightened senses picked up Maddox’s reaction to her touch as if the entire atmosphere in the car had shifted completely. Adelaide-Maire could almost hear the way his witch-blood coursed through his veins and she had to wounder if it tasted any different than a regular human beings. Was it touched by the light of the moon? Would it drive her to lunacy? Make her see the devil?

She couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking of the past.

If anything, now she knew that witches weren’t something to be necessarily  and the devil didn’t exist. There were only creatures who were strong and those who were weak. Predators and prey. The woman didn’t really see herself as the latter, even before she was turned.

“Well...” 

Delicate fingers smoothed along the seam of his pants, dangerously close to the inside of Maddox’s thigh, considering that he was supposed to be parking the car.

“Why don’t you start by helping me carry everything inside, and then I’ll see what I can do for you.”

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A grin settled onto his lips when he heard the laugh and he shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully. Really, he felt the same way. Looking good and feeling good would always be better to him than wearing something more practical for whatever he was doing. He’d rather step out naked in heels than go out in some plain outfit and flats or sneakers.

Chris had, for his entire twenty-eight years of life, been curious about everything. From being kept on a backpack leash as a kid to having an eye kept on him as a teenager and adult, he was always able to find something to get into or get involved with, even if he was generally kept on a short leash. Now, though, with free range since he was living on his own, he was getting into things that could be considered more dangerous - like getting in a car with a stranger. Wasn’t that supposed to be rule number one when it came to strangers? 

Shifting a bit to get comfortable, he shrugged and pushed a blonde curl back behind his shoulder. “Therapy, I guess,” He turned, looking at her with a little smile and nodding. “The lovely shoes are part of everything I do, usually.”

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“Therapy?”

Adelaide seemed almost shocked, as if she couldn’t process why on earth Chris would need anything like that. Especially if-- in her opinion he seemed to have his head screwed on straight, so to speak.

Adelaide was born in a time where mental illnesses were widely misunderstood, and although she did her learning and growing just as society in general did, there were definitely aspects of life that even a three-hundred something didn’t quite have her head wrapped around. In her eyes, internal issues and struggles were meant to remain internal. How could one possibly present themselves as powerful if they were stuck blubbering over memories or feelings? Displaying weakness or bearing hardships seemed unbecoming, unladylike. 

“Why on earth would you need that, darling? You seem in perfect shape to me!”

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Even a trained hypnotist it seemed, was not entirely free of the evolutionary ability to influence, his cut-in smile widening slightly as he lit another cigarette, battered lighter floating into the space between the two of them before disappearing into his coat again.

“Well in that case I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine, Rough’s all I’m good for.” The knife thrower couldn’t help but be drawn to follow as she waved him to follow, snapping his fingers and allowing the umbrella to drift into his grip, smoking with his other hand as he once more carried out his strange habit of looking just slightly past where he was going, as if something might be there if he looked away. 

“I beg to differ, maybe you’re just not getting high around the right people.” His own addictions may not have been particularly social, at least not the ones that took place in his tent, but he knew well the scene that provided his vices, and they almost always came with a memorable story or two- that is, if one could remember them.

“But a drink I can do, though I’d warn away from getting one from me, love. I’ve been told by reputable sources that I’m particularly…sour inside and out.”

“Mhm. Really? A sweet boy like you? I don’t believe it for a minute~”

Adelaide smiled and finally turned her back to him, slowing her gait just enough so that the witch might catch up with her. “Come with me, cher. We’ll have fun yet now that the day is done.”

While they walked, she watched him from the corner of her frosty, painted eyes. Adelaide’s glossy lips were pulled back into a sideways sort of smile, god-capped canines glinting in the setting sun. “I know a nice place,” she assured once more, voice ebbing on the edge of a growl, teeth clicking as she closed her mouth. 

Adelaide humored the idea of taking him home, but she still wasn’t entirely set on the idea just yet, so instead she would lead him to one of her favourite establishments in the heart of Little Orleans, where the nightlife was a constant, beating pulse. 

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“Oh, I’m sorry.” Maddox said when she rolled the window down. The scent would probably be overwhelming to someone with heightened senses. He rolled down his own window. “Ah. I know that end of Main.” he said, having sold some weed to a lonely housewife who lived down that end. He knew what house she was talking about, wondering how long she had lived there for and what happened to the previous owners.

Maddox didn’t notice her look, focusing on the road and humming. He wanted to make polite conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. Surely, he needed a distraction. He shifted in his seat and rested his elbow out the window. “So, uh…” he started, “You’re interested in crystals, huh?” he asked lamely. Wow, way to point out the obvious. Maddox was just never good at making small talk.

“It’s alright,” Adelaide assured, waving her hand dismissively. “World isn’t built to accommodate everyone, now is it?” 

There might have been a rueful sort of scorn behind her matte-painted lips, as if there was more to it than what she let on. It wasn’t often that Adelaide waxed nostalgic for the past, but on occasion she remembered a time where she and her kind were revered-- she might have well been royalty if she was anything more than nobility. 

She let one arm hang out the window, enjoying the breeze that tousled her pastel curls. For a moment, her frosty eyes left Maddox in order to watch the houses and shops pass by as they drove on their leisurely pace, judging her surroundings with a harshness only someone who had lived as long as she could comprehend. 

“Mm? Crystals?” 

Eyelids fluttering, she came back to the real world, attention zeroed in on Maddox once again. A light laugh and then she was smiling again, one hand creeping across the console.

“You don’t have to try so hard, cher.” 

Just like that, her slender fingers and manicured nails gave his thigh a gentle, if not reassuring squeeze. She tipped her head, hair tumbling over her shoulders as she moved to face him. She spoke with a certain delicacy, words peppered with an ever-present French accent. 

“I could tell you were having a bad day from the second I walked in your store. I’m not going to force smiles of your darling lips~ Just relax.”

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“Walking outside in any shoes higher than two inches for more than a few minutes shouldn’t be a thing that’s allowed. It should be against the law.” 

He said this, of course, because of his shoe choice for the day - a pair of Louboutins that had been worn down over the years that he’d gotten them, but sat right at six inches. Sure, he could walk in them just fine, but even after getting used to them he still got nervous about walking outside where the surface wasn’t always smooth. Maybe another pair would’ve been better. Something less pretty and more realistic for walking around.

Once she’d gotten a cab, Chris gave her a little nod before stepping out and heading over, pushing his bag in first before climbing in. Moving over, the blonde made sure that he was over to one side, wanting to be sure that Adelaide would have enough room.

Going off with a stranger, even in a cab, probably wasn’t the safest things - but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to risk going anywhere by himself at this point. This was better than getting himself lost.

Adelaide actually laughed. Her hand covered her glossy lips as she did so, the sound akin to a child’s playful giggling. Regardless of whether or not Chris had any regrets about his footwear, the bloodsucker had a firm belief that one shouldn’t compromise if they loved a piece. If wearing something a certain way made you feel good, why not wear it? 

She didn’t stop to think that having a natural grace inbred into her species might have made her a little bias towards what she considered ‘practical’ or not.

Now. Adelaide was stuck here, so much to the point that Chris probably had very little to worry about. Curiosity was winning over instinct-- it wasn’t often that someone her age (somewhere around 300 years-old) got curious about something. When a person lives as long as Adelaide has, many things stop being so new and exciting. Over time, the woman had taught herself to find beauty in the things around her that seemed to evolve. Goods, fashion, trends... Material things.

“What does a darling like you do at Briarcliff?” she asked, pointing a claw-tipped finger in Chris’ direction. “And are your lovely shoes part of it?”

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“The bad boys don’t give two shits about what their mommy wanted, namely because she’s the reason my pretty little face is split ear to ear.” Caddy laughed, motioning to the gashes in his cheeks. “Or their mommy told them ‘no’ just once and they got very, very upset. I’m in camp A.”

She caught him by surprise with the speed at which she moved, the cigarette between his lips quirking upward the same time as his brows. “Well hon if you ain’t here for the con, then count me curious as to why you are here, certainly can’t be for little old me?” His expression was more playful than it was genuinely asking, the silver tongue that funded his lifestyle accompanied rather obviously by a good bit of hubris.

He held her gaze as she caught his, the smirk on his lips growing a bit wider as Adelaide’s hand tucked into his pocket. “’Fraid all I’ve got in there is a switchblade and a good bit of criminal intent, gorgeous.- and I suppose a good amount of drinking and drug money now.” 

His gaze only came away from hers as his cigarette came to its end, dropping it and crushing the butt under his shoe, exhaling the smoke heavily from his nose. “Not here for the hustle and not here for the cash, we’re narrowing down the list now, only a couple other possibilities, hm?”

“Ah-ah,” Adelaide clicked her tongue in an almost scolding sort of way, her hand coming up to clamp her dainty fingers on either side of his chin as she turned his head to face hers again; her slender fingers and petite hands much stronger than they might have appeared. When she let go, this time Caddy might have found it slightly more difficult to turn his gaze elsewhere.

“I don’t mind ‘em rough around the edges,” she said with a wink, tracing the scar from the corner of Caddy’s mouth to the curve of his cheekbone. Her soft hand cupped his cheek, then slid back as she stepped away, crooking her finger for him to follow.

“And I don’t need much. A drink will do, cher and I know of something much more fun than a drug.”

Her voice dripped with a sweetness that rivaled even the cotton-candy color of her curls. Stepping backwards so that she could still look Caddy in the eye, Adelaide expected him to follow without a fuss (and perhaps pick up her parasol like a good boy).

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If she hadn’t spoken again after that, Chris would’ve walked away. He was impatient, always had been, and that usually got the best of him. Waiting wasn’t something that he did, at least for more than a couple of minutes. Walk away or throw a fit, those two things had always gotten him what he wanted. Of course tantrums, complete with tears and a few minutes on the floor, always got the best results, but he wasn’t about to pull that stunt in public. Her answer, though, caught his attention again and he decided to stay. 

Dropping his hands back to his sides, the blonde returned the smile and ran his fingers across the bottom of his dress, simply smoothing it out as he gave her a little nod.

Really, he was just glad that she’d agreed so easily, and even more so since she was doing more than just giving directions.

“Yeah?” Tilting his head to the side a bit, he looked down at her and gave her a once over before allowing the smile to return to his lips. “How kind of you. Thank you.”

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“Mm. Pretty creatures weren’t built to walk.” 

She nodded towards Chris’ shoes, obviously appreciating the stranger’s choice of wardrobe, even if it was superficial of her. Adelaide knew where she stood and she didn’t exactly need anyone’s approval or judgement. She most definitely did not need a complete stranger thinking less of her because she happened to appreciate the more materialistic side of things.

The bloodsucker took one more drag of her cigarette before stepping forward, heels clicking on the sidewalk. Glancing up and down the street, she sighed and lift one dainty hand to yield a cab.

Hailing the vehicle didn’t take long and Adelaide gestured for Chris to go on in ahead of her. He was the ‘guest,’ after all. Adelaide would not be known as mannerless.

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“Just trying to make my meal ticket.” Caddock reasoned, tucking the crumpled singles into the pocket of his dark jacket, the red one left home with a number of mysterious stains after the masquerade the night before. “I’ve been looking into prostitution as a viable second job, I’ve no one to disappoint by doing it, in any case- though mother would probably have been more disappointed in me for being a street hustler.”

He reached into his pocket, producing a stack of wallets and going through them one by one, slipped out of pockets as he’d prowled around the crowd, his story enough to keep their attention on his mouth over his magic- and the floating lighter trick more than solidifying his chances of swindling the unassuming out of their hard earned cash.

He may have been dressed in a more understated manner, black jacket and bright blue jeans, but under his hat his hair was still wild, Black covered blue eyes betraying a mania that wasn’t entirely drug oriented- he was sober for the day, after all. “If I was trying to be sweet on you I’d certainly be making an offer about being your meal ticket. I may be awful at spotting my own kind but I know a bloodsucker from sight. Makes my hair stand up you know.”

A pause to put his cigarette out on a photo of someone he discovered in one of the many wallets, pocketing the cash and leaving the stack of them on a nearby light post. “And stunner is much nicer than just callin’ you a stranger with a staring problem, aye? Can’t say I’ve ever had somebody who looks quite like you show up for a hustle.” He was taller than her by a good margin, but he never cast his gaze in a way that made him ‘look down’ on her. The humans deserved his taunting, thieving and ire, those who dwelled in the shadowy places? Well they weren’t so different in their desires after all.

“Ah. Do even the bad boys have their mother’s wishes on their conscious? That’s sweet.”

She moved even too quickly for the witch to see. A blink of an eye and Adelaide was right beside the taller man, manicured fingers sliding a wad of cash out of the last wallet he’d sifted through before discarding it to the wayside. Her umbrella was closed and leaning up against the lamp post leaving her hands free to do whatever she pleased.

“Mmhm,” she hummed, admiring his con as her claw-like fingernails flipped through the bills, one-by-one as she counted. She liked a man who knew what was important. She liked a man with money, a man without inhibitions, a man who had a silver tongue but gave respect where he knew it was due.

He smelled like smooth tobacco and whatever pills he’d popped the day before. He also smelled vaguely like that freak show camp that had set up just on the other side of the swamp.

“I didn’t show up for the hustle,” she corrected gently, clicking her teeth and stepping so that she stood in front of him. Her delicate hand reached forward to sink itself into the front pocket of his jeans, depositing the money there and then pulling away, but not before patting his thigh in a more than friendly manner. The entire time her frosty eyes, painted heavy and winged in black met his, commanding the bulk of his attention. Glossy lips pursed slightly, she tipped her head just so, eye-contact never breaking.