t h i r s t y

I’m so, fierce that it’s so nuts     I live, to be model thin,        Dress me, I’m your mannequin             j'adore vivienne habillez-moi                       Gucci, Fendi et Prada.

Valentino, Armani too.

                Merde I love them Jimmy Choo,

                                             Oh oh, 

                                                    la la la,

                      We love designer

                                          “The cat, who are YOU?”

ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ. ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴅ ɪғ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴏғ ʜɪs 'ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'--ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇss. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴛᴇᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴠɪʙʀᴀɴᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.

    "ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇss--ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ."

ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪsᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʜɪs ʏᴇᴀʀs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ғᴏʀᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ.

                                         L I L A H    P E R R Y

                                                                 Carmilla the Web Series RP

                                                                                 Indie OC

                                                                            Lola Perry’s younger sister.

His words were so innocent. They were pulling at all her heart strings as she continued to bend down to Lennon’s level in order to embrace the boy better due to their height difference. She may have been immortal but the blood still coursed through her veins, more so than usual, completely on edge on what she was considering doing. Would he be happy here? This hotel wasn’t meant with children in mind. He would be stuck living a life full of solitude away from the rest of the world without being able to ever go back to his family — his neglectful and horrible family. Elizabeth knew that he didn’t want to go back to them, his father, but she was good at manipulation. Was this what she was doing in that moment?

        “You can have all the macaroni and cheese your little heart desires.” Elizabeth grinned from ear to ear as she ruffled his hair. It was morbid, really. How that future meal may be his last meal as a h u m a n. Pushing those thoughts to the far corner of her mind, Elizabeth turned her attention back to Lennon who was now insistent on taking off his out of season winter coat in order for her to see just what type of damage had been done to the young male. “Almost like a magic trick. I would be turning you into the magician, though, then your body would be able to heal those cuts and bruises on your own. Only once, though. You have to be careful afterwards.” That was the only way she knew how to explain the virus in simple terms without actually giving the secret away. He didn’t need to know more than that for right now, but instead, she was hell bent on the fact that she was going to make sure he was comfortable with her and the idea before there was no turning back. 

Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest when his bloody arm was held out for her to take. The temptation was stronger than ever to take a taste of his pure blood, almost convinced that he would find something wrong with the look on her face as she tried to hold back. Instead of freaking him flat out with putting her lips to his arm and sucking, Elizabeth lowered her hand to wipe away some of the excess blood that accumulated around the cut before slowly bringing her fingers up to her lips and licking it clean, never once breaking eye contact with Lennon. 

                        “I think I would say that I would be honored to have an adorable little boy just like you to spend the rest of our time here forever.”

Tears were starting to swell within her green hues as she heard the word MOMMY escape from his mouth. She wanted nothing more than to have a child of her own, after all those years, losing the own child she had the chance of having and being left with a broken heart. She was convinced he had been in the right place at the right time in order for the two of them to meet. This was fate.

                              “—I would love to be your mommy. You never have to be afraid again.”

With her lips already stained red from the taste of his blood, Elizabeth ran her fingers along his arm; being careful not to cause the boy anymore pain than he was already in. Maybe he wouldn’t get the chance at his last real meal after all. “Do you trust me?” She questioned, knowing full well that she would have to explain before anything happened.

Lennon listened to everything that Elizabeth said. She promised him nothing but safety and all of the macaroni and cheese his heart could desire. What kid would ever possibly say no to that? Still, Lennon was not being swayed by her words. No--the reason why he was sitting there next to this woman with his bare arm extended towards her was because he trusted her. He had never trusted anybody before in his entire short life. Thoughts of his father rang through his mind. His father had never loved him nor his mother. He wouldn’t regret staying someplace like the hotel for the rest of  f o r e v e r  because he would finally have a home. A true place he belonged.

       Upon hearing her explain how he would become the magician and heal himself it intrigued him. He would never have to fear anybody again and he would always have a mother there to look out for him. His crystal blue eyes gazed down at her fingertips as they slid across the still bleeding cut. She was so careful not to harm him even though she knew she could so easily. His eyes watched out of fascination and curiosity as she brought the crimson up to her lips. It was unlike anything he had seen before except in the horror movie he had snuck into with a few other kids on a dare. Yet this woman--this loving being was no monster.

"I  T R U S T  you.” He spoke honestly, his bright eyes looking into hers. Somehow he knew his life was going to change forever that night yet he was unsure of how just yet. She promised so many things and he was literally trusting her with his life. Keeping his arm extended out he glanced down at the cut. It wouldn’t be hard to take him over to the other side & give him a new life.

                       “I understand that I can’t go back after you do this but I want you to. I want you to be my MOMMY, forever. I feel safe with you and I trust you. I want you to show me your trick.”

Noticing the tear in the corner of her eye he brought his other hand up and gently dabbed it away with the back of his finger. Lennon never wanted her to be sad again and planned to make her happy the way she was doing with him. 

                             “—You won’t ever have to cry again, MOMMY. I will be here.”

He kept his arm extended out in her hand, his eyes watching her every move curious as to what she was going to do.

             THAT BITTER DIVA

                                 IS NOT LAYING A HAND

        I’m only 46.

                  i’ll get a golden donkey kong machine

        your bedazzler!

                            i can’t wait mommy.