Fresh Prince of Devil's Lake

rolling her eyes when he stepped back, cosima mentally groaned, “god, don’t act so surprised. demons didn’t die out, we just don’t show ourselves as often. people get scared.” she shrugged her shoulders, “i’m not strange, or crazy, or any other form of that word you can think of.” eventually she calmed herself down, and looked at the keys again, “yep i am. i don’t appreciate bastard hunters stealing from me.” cosima and hunters never got along, with all the exorcisms happening around her, she didn’t show off her black eyes to everyone. “help me out? really? and what would you help me out with?” she near scoffed at the though. 

        she’s a little glad that he doesn’t divulge much further. getting to know people, finding out all their quirks and the hidden details is all part of the fun. to have it so readily offered is almost disappointing; like a book that reveals the plot on the first page. “well, i wouldn’t want to be too complimentary and have you develop an ego.” etta teases, though she thinks his smile would definitely hit her top ten. eyelashes flutter, momentarily flustered by the way his gaze locks onto hers. “thank you-” she says softly. “it’s of its time.” she adds, suggesting towards what he clearly already thinks. that she is far older than she appears. 

Her comment about him developing an ego caused a hearty laugh to erupt from within him. “Trust me blondie, my ego developed years and years and years ago. A few compliments won’t affect my ego too much. “Its unfortunate. Its a pretty name. It would be nice to hear it more often.” Of its time huh? There seemed to be some implications there. Maybe she was more than a pair of pretty eyes. He couldn’t wait to find out. With that he stood up and held his arm out for her. “Well would you like to accompany me to the bar now?” 

➤           & just like clockwork, he called after her, turning her around only to pull her closer to himself. Cordelia smirked, as she slid her hand up his chest, gently wrapping her fingers around his throat. Not like before, not roughly, not with the intention of bringing him pain. No. This time it was different, intimate, almost lovingly. “Did I say I came back JUST for you. I’m here to start fresh, also I needed to hide from a witch coven.” She smiled against his lips, releasing her grip on his throat as she slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. “Kiss me, William.” Cordy pressed her body tightly against his, one leg loosely wrapping around his waist, as she stood up on her tip toes. “Did you miss me? I want the real answer, be honest with me, don’t talk back.”

If just being around her was enough to bring back memories, then actually being touched by her was enough to bring back vivid images of their past together. A past that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to forget or hold onto forever. He didn’t dare move as he felt her start to unbutton his shirt because honestly, he didn’t know what he wanted to do. “Figures there was another reason...” He trailed off. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he liked the idea of her coming back only for him but the fact that he wasn’t the only reason made too much sense. Before he could convince himself not to, he found himself obeying her command and leaving a light kiss against her lips. “Yes.” That was his simple answer to her next question. He wasn’t going to go on about how he thought about her nor was he going to talk about how he hated her guts. He just answered the question as simply as he could because he could never lie to Cordelia. 

➤            She was shocked at how calm he was, after what he had just said to her. It was, definitely, weird for Katherine & even though there was an obvious attraction between them, she couldn’t help but think if he did want to kill her. She knew he was dangerous, damn, she HAD SEEN him being dangerous towards her own self. The brunette had taken a few steps towards him, ready to walk past by him & head towards the road. She stopped on her tracks, glancing up at him, dark curls framing her faces almost perfectly. “You look like Dracula. You look…scary & disgusting &…” & hot. That’s what she wanted to say but once scared, the little witch couldn’t exactly bring back her sassy self into the game. Kat wanted to use his name but he didn’t like using hers, so was there a point in doing it herself? “You need to get the bloodstains off, Mr. Vampire.”

William was still keeping it casual as he spoke to her. His arms were crossed over his chest as he was leaning against a nearby tree. It was an easy way to keep people from guessing what he was thinking about. When someone saw him this way, he didn’t look like he was thinking about anything in particular which was ideal for serious thoughts although he wasn’t sure if this could be considered serious. He was just thinking of ways to keep her around. He couldn’t help it if he liked talking to her. She didn’t run away automatically and she seemed to keep up with him. She had an outward disgust towards him but she couldn’t hate him that much if she agreed to a date. “Nothing wrong with Dracula. He’s the most famous one of us for a reason. I don’t really see anywhere to wash the bloodstains off around here, do you?” 

➤           “Katherine. My name’s Katherine.” She wasn’t used to people calling her ‘beautiful’, therefore she wasn’t used to ANY nicknames other than those related to her name. “You do have a mystery vibe going on. Such a cliché” Kat teased, his wink making her smirk back at him. However, the ‘if you last’ part did scare her. It made her take a step back, folding her arms in front of her chest. Did he want to kill her, still? Is that why he asked her out? To have some fun before draining her? Also, when she saw how shocked he was that she agreed to go out on a date with him, made her wonder if he really DID WANT to go out with her. It was strange, the effect he had on her because she had never thought that a vampire could make her feel that way…to make her feel attracted towards him. Katherine only shrugged, faking an innocent answer to his question. “I was just asking - nothing more, nothing less.” She pushed herself off of the tree, this game of them teasing & shooting sassy comments at each other making her feel a bit uncomfortable already. She wasn’t that much of a flirt, anyways. “I should go. I am late already & um, you need to change your clothes.” Plus, being that close makes me want to rip your shirt off & kiss you. The last bit she had thought to herself, just smiling.

“There are so many people with so many names, it’s just hard to keep track of them all,” William said, airily waving it off. It was hard to explain for William but he didn’t like over-familiarizing himself with people and names tended to do it. A nickname like ‘beautiful’ was one he used all the time. Whoever it was used on was interchangeable. There was no need for attachment. When he noticed her shift in posture, William knew that he messed up. He really shouldn’t have added that last part. He was dangerous but he didn’t want her to be guarded. He had no immediate thoughts of killing her or anything but if he ended up having to do so, having her be on guard would not be ideal. A frown slowly made its way onto his face when she seemed to lose interest in the little rapport that they built up. He wasn’t giving up that easily though. “I dunno. I think I look pretty good in this. I think the bloodstains add to the overall aesthetic.” 

➤           Blonde curls moved in sync, as she shook her head, tilting it to the right. She needed to take a good look at him, she needed to figure out how to get under his skin again…Not that she had ever left his system but he was rebelling & that was something she could not have by all means. She kept him pinned against the wall, until all of the sudden she released her grip, just standing in front of him. Cordelia was quite petite, a few cm above 165, which wasn’t considered tall in Europe. “Yes, family. A twisted, fucked up, bloody family. The stuff I did with you & to you were reserved only for the two of us, don’t worry.” Cordelia pulled away, their lips parting once more but they never connected to begin with. Her features softened as she pouted, emerald green eyes focusing on his own granite grey hues. “I thought you’d miss me, I thought you’d be glad to see me. I came for you & now I see, you don’t want to be around me.” She only shrugged, as she turned on her heels, ready to walk off, counting the seconds to when he’d call after her. He ALWAYS did. & she ALWAYS turned around.

Just being around her sent weird feeling all over William’s body. He didn’t know how to act around her. The way she talked to him, no matter how messed up, showed that she paid attention to him and as fucked up as that was, he liked it. He liked that despite the fact that she used and manipulated him, he still occupied her thoughts. It made whatever they used to have feel less fake. When she suddenly released him, William took a large breath before shifting his focus back on the blonde’s face. “Well doesn’t that make me feel special.” His voice was laced with sarcasm as he spoke. He still wasn’t entirely sure how to handle this but when she started to walk away, his resolve cracked. He couldn’t let her get away from him again. No matter how much he hated it, she still took up too many of his thoughts. “Wait---” His hand flew wrapped around her wrist and with a simple pull, she was turned around, facing him again. He simply stared at her, unable to say anything until, “Why’d you come back? It couldn’t have been just for me.” The question was too sincere. If he was in a better state of mind, he would never have asked it. It made him weak. 

“Yeah, you got a point.” Magnus had to agree with the stranger. The heretic himself could be considered a serial killer if all unnecessary deaths he caused was taken in consideration. The feeling of taking a life away was like a drug for him and he was too sadistic to realize how bad it was for the world. Magnus shook hands with William, perhaps the man could become a good allie in the town. “Well, anyone that killed a hunter by himself is interesting enough to have a conversation with. We could drink something that is not blood.” He said playfully. Magnus wanted to know William better and discover what they could offer to each toher.

“I tend to have a lot of those.” As he spoke, William’s lips curved into an easy smile, practiced and perfected over the years. He needed to stay on his good side. Having a witch or heretic as a friend was a good idea. “That’s a good idea. I’m exhausted and there’s nothing that cures exhaustion quite like alcohol. Let’s head to a bar. I think I passed by one on the way here.” 

she didn’t want to explain the entirety of who she was but this man was pushing it, so it seemed cosima would have to. looking him dead in the eye, her eyes shot pure black, even darker than the jacket she was wearing, “i was born in atlanta in thirteen-sixty-three, sold my soul aged eighteen because my bitch ass of a younger sister was more powerful than me, and ten years later i was being ripped to shreds by dogs. hell hounds. i’ve been everywhere, seen everything, i was alive for the first and second world wars, i’ve been a victorian princess, posed for leonardo da vinci. i was lucifer’s woman in charge down there, do you still wanna call me crazy? because honey, i can end you - like that,” she clicked her fingers together, and as she did a street lamp’s bulb broke off and fell to the ground, followed by a bird, and then her eyes shifted back to the normal color. “do you know what you do then? knock ‘em out, torture ‘em. just check goddamnit.”

➤           “Ouch. That, ACTUALLY, hurt my feelings.” The words rolled off her tongue almost too quickly, her laughter soon echoing around. He had grown a mouth on himself, something Cordy wasn’t going to have. The last thing she wanted was her progeny to talk back at her like that. He was HER William, he should’ve known that there was no escaping her by now. “I thought it was a time for a family reunion. I am like the ONLY family you’ve got, since I made you kill your dad & all that.” A nonchalant shrug followed by a wink. Without thinking twice about it, Cordy had vamped them into a dark alley, William pushed against the wall of a building they were next to. “You are mean to me. As much as I like your newly-found confidence, I don’t like you talking back.” She wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around his throat, leaning in, her lips brushing against his. “I’m here for you, lover.”

“It was supposed to,” he replied, eyes still narrow. The more she talked, the easier it was for him to force himself to hate her. Even still, it shouldn’t have been this difficult. Sure he was in love with her once but the fact that she forced him to kill his only family should have negated that. An involuntary growl left William’s throat when she mentioned his father but he wasn’t going to fall into her game. “Family? If the stuff you did with me was the same kind of stuff that you were doing with your family, that’s a pretty fucked up situation.” Just as he was feeling proud of himself for that remark, suddenly William felt the air being knocked out of him as they sped away. Soon enough, he was pushed up against a wall with her fingers against his throat. The moment her lips touched his, he had to fight himself to keep from responding. “I’m not your little bitch boy. I’ll talk to you however you want.” 

“ give it a decent name. john. william. macbeth. any of the above would be better than what you’ve got. all those are better names, and i didn’t even try. you could name it jim and that would be an improvement. ”

“ something about that screams paedophilia to me, but whatever. mister fluffles sounds like a shitty sub porn star name, you know? hey– coming up with a name for that thing isn’t my job. it’s YOUR bear. ”

“i’m not crazy,” she breathed in, holding in her anger, “just from hell.” cosima finished her sentence, examining the keys. “god, humans are no help,” she muttered, her eyes still black, and she finally laughed. “i need my damn money back, not a hospital. i’m over six hundred years old and i have never needed a fucking hospital, hell when i was born hospital’s were not a thing.” she held back the urge to grab his throat as she spoke. cosima titled her head to the side “you’re new and you’ve killed someone? how wonderful.”

➤           “A vague answer. Don’t be vague with me.” She said out of nowhere, feeling in a way weird that he couldn’t just tell her. They did bury a body in the woods only a few minutes ago. They could, definitely, tell each other at least their age. However, Katherine didn’t push it offering him a small smile to let know, that he didn’t have to, actually, answer her question a second time. Katherine leaned against one of the trees, her lower lip caught between her teeth as listened closely to his next words. That boyish smile of William’s could, probably, melt heart or it helped him to get out of every bad situation. Kat’s inner struggle consisted of what she had to do & what she desired to do deep down & boy, was it an extremely tough decision. “If burning a body is what you call romantic, I only wonder what your present would on Valentine’s day. A human heart, most likely.” The witch winked at him, his last sentence making her hold her breath for a while She did manage to compose herself, though. Even looking as disinterested as ever. Little did Will know was that she was burning with excitement & anticipation on the inside. “One date. No blood. No dead bodies.” Kat purred, gaze sliding down his body almost unintentionally. “You’d miss me more” She did decide to just let go, her eyes soon focused on his. She did have a three date rule, so if he had listened, he’d remember. “We’ve met twice now. Is that going to be our third date, then?”

“I’m all about vague beautiful. I think it helps with the sexy mysterious thing I’ve got going on.” He looked too proud of himself for that answer really but he wasn’t the biggest fan of divulging information about himself and this was a very ‘William’ answer to the question. Her comment about Valentine’s Day presents got a wink out of him. “If you last until Valentine’s Day then you’ll find out exactly what I do.” It was meant to be playful but the more William thought about it, the more he realized that it might not have come across that way. Either way, the surprise on his face when she agreed to the date was entirely genuine. Did he really have an effect on her? He thought she hated his guts. While he would certainly welcome a date with her with open arms, he would have never thought she’d be interested. When he asked for one, it was meant to be more teasing than anything although there was no way he’d say that now. Wait, third date? A smirk slowly formed on his face when he heard that. “Are you that eager for a piece of me?” 

“You’re welcome. I mean, since you’ll never see it in person,..” Her teasing voice trailed off. “Give me another brilliant idea because the strip club isn’t happening. Unless you’d be willing to dance there?”

“Ouch, that’s hurtful,” he groaned, over-exaggeratedly holding onto his chest as if it were in pain. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it but just to vary up the options, I guess I can think of something else. Let’s see.” As he spoke, he rubbed his chin in thought. “You can always make a nightclub. Music, alcohol and dancing tend to make a pretty good mix.” 

➤           “Shhh, William.” She raised her hand, his voice annoying her already. Why must he ask a question & not just answer hers? Why did he have to make it so damn hard between them. Another step & she was just inches away, inhaling deeply as she caught his scent. “So much lost potential.” Cordelia whispered to her own self, as she slid her index finger along his neck, circling around his frame as if he was the prey. “Sometimes I wonder why I turned you, then I look at your gorgeous face & remind myself why.” The last word of hers matched her full circle, as she cupped his chin, making him look directly into her eyes. “Missed me?!”

He may have been trying to appear cold and indifferent but he was stuck in place. He couldn’t move away as she stepped closer and closer to him. He couldn’t react when he felt her finger circle along his neck or when she cupped his chin. He just stared into her eyes as she spoke but when she asked him that last question, he looked away, pulling his chin out of her grasp. “I missed you the same way a mosquito would miss mosquito repellent,” he muttered quietly. “And you didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?” He repeated, taking a second to look back into her eyes. This time though, he was determined to find an answer. Depending on the answer, he might even end up relocating. 

“Been here five years. I usually have space in between the kills so more people come, and then there’s the blood donations. Oh those are great.” She said grinning. “Maybe we should…spree together sometime.”