sick thoughts.

“And do you?” Benjamin asked, sudden spark flickering on inside his eyes right before they darkened again. Still, the ring on his finger weighted like it was actually made of stone and not a beautiful gem almost as black as his eyes were. He had to admit, the jewel was something he’d grown pretty fond of and the one thing he had after she left, not that he was ever that santimental. Or perhaps he was since he didn’t really want to part with it; there was a certain comfort in caring part of her magic with him. “What if I refuse to give it back?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest once more, putting the ring on display that way in all its glory, devouring all light that feel upon it.

He was provoking her but most importantly he was enjoying it. He was calm like the shadows he was so used to hide in but Beatrix was like a wildfire even if sometimes she managed to contain herself and be just a tiny playful spark. His arm reached and grabbed hers just above the elbow, stopping her from walking away. “I don’t know what do you want me to say, Bea. I wasn’t the one to disappear into the night. No, I was the one followed by rumors instead. The one left to wonder for a long time and if I have met you sooner, I would have asked you ‘why’ but that’s a question I no longer need to be answered.” He let go of her but kept the intimidating distance between them still. 

His lips parted again a moment later but realizing there were no more words he wished to say right now, his tongue poked out, going over his lower lip.

A fairly loud hiss left her lips at his bold move. It wasn’t a secret that Beatrix hated to be touched just like that and he had triggered her the wrong way just by doing something so simple like that. “Let. Go.”, warned him the same second his fingers touched her elbow, even if he was already pulling away. A stupid move really, which made her wonder if Benjamin was at all with his right mind or not. “You’re asking the wrong questions, as always. You can do whatever you please, Benjamin. But my response will be different. And do me a favor and don’t ask what that will be because you already know.”

Not so long ago, when she had felt him for the first time, Beatrix was overwhelmed with feeling even more stuck at this place. It was a dangerous game and in all of her life she had never expected to be forced into one that she had long since left behind her back. Fuck this fucking town. “Oh, Benjamin, I don’t want you to say anything.” She took a step back, head shaking in finally disappointment. “I just felt that you’d have the balls to come and face me from the start, rather go and hide into your favorite shadows like you had always done. Apparently, some things never will change. Maybe I should’ve left a lot more sooner then I did.” Eyes didn’t miss the way his tongue went over his lower lip but the witch did nothing before moving on seconds later, lifting her head fiercely towards him. “Or you’ll say that you were just being a gentleman? Lie that you don’t feel anything towards me? Go ahead. Amuse me with lies.”

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“That’s it, I’m done.” Zale announced, throwing his phone down onto the counter top. On the screen, a notorious dating app was displayed, with a grand total of five  matches listed. Three of the two appeared to be bots. 

“Bea, women are the devil, and even the devil thinks I’m worthless. I’m going to be alone forever.” The disheartened merman whine, tossing his head back in defeat. The single life had not been agreeing with Zale, and thus far, he’d had no luck in finding so much as a date. Admittedly, his failure was probably do to his own fault. As a general rule, few women swiped right on men who’s bio listed a love of sushi, aversion for water, and a requirement that would-be suitors not be vampires, werewolves, or soulless sea beats. Also, no vegans.

“Is there a potion for this? Something you can give me to just make me totally forget about romance? Or maybe just one that will make me attract the few women who won’t rip my heart out of my chest and eat it?”

As much as Beatrix was trying to keep her smile at bay, it was impossible. The rare occasions in which she allowed herself to try and let loose after work hours always seemed to involve Zale too and his rather notorious struggles with keeping a decent contact with any kind of creature. That much Bea understood pretty easily. After all, she definitely wasn’t known for her kind and full of love heart. Yet still, there was something in which the redhead excelled at and that was pretending; the grand play one might know how to use on its side when needed. And some rare times, she tried to teach him that sort of magic. Some days were better then others, there was no lying in that. “I told you this is not going to work.” Shrugged her small shoulders the witch, taking another sip of water. “Everyone is a devil if given the right push and you know it. The problem is not that. Not all of it, at least.” She reached and took his phone, glancing over at the few messages he had exchanged with total strangers. Gosh, she really would never understand this meeting through an app thing. It was worse enough when you were actually seeing the person face to face, let alone to be robbed by the most essential feeling out of all of them.

Making a small step towards him, Bea leaned over the counter top, leaving his phone there once again. “If you’re talking about pheromones, I’m afraid that’s beyond even my deep understandings because I never really cared for such stuff. But there are a lot of things I can do to your mind regarding the feelings part. Yet, somehow I’ve known you enough to know that this isn’t really what you really need. Or want, in that matter. Tell me, why is this stupid romance so important to you? Because it’s definitely not only about the sex.”

He wish he was able to simply unleash his rage and hatred towards the witch, but he felt none of those; instead he was utterly numb, which was probably the worst. He’d lie if he said he didn’t feel hurt when she left, but as Benjamin had stated, it’s been a long time since that night and though he didn’t believe time heals wounds, it at least helped with putting one’s mind in the right place. Once he had cooled down and got rid of the sense of betrayal, he learnt to cherrish the good memories, which one by one now started to surface his mind.

“Tell me then,” he cocked his head to one side, looking at her from a different angle, from which the light fell onto her in a different way, giving her eyes a certain spark, “were you disappointed when I didn’t approach you? Did you expect me to try and murder you for real this time?” He knew some held grudges for a lifetime; for a long time he actually thought he might do that if he ever saw her again. Hell, he had even thought about it a couple of times before she even thought of leaving without a word despite it being his lack of self-control talking and what he truly desired. “If that’s the case, then I’m sorry to disappoint. I just don’t know what’s there to say, so that’s why I never made a move.” After all, he was the one in need of answers though he would never demand an explanation unless the witch decided to give him one.

A cynical laughter escaped her parted lips. Tongue went over her front teeth, followed by a roll of her dark eyes. “Disappointed, dear?”, snickered Bea, the same laughing undertone to her mocking voice, as was presented in her laugh earlier. “Just unimpressed. Nothing else.” It was true. The witch had expected at least something to make her dull every day life in this hell whole a little bit entertaining. But no, he had stuck into the shadows, peering from afar and nothing else. It made her wonder if maybe immortality actually suited him and it wasn’t just for everyone. “It’ll be interesting if I want you to return me that ring of yours. Since there’s nothing else you want to say to me, I bet you can find yourself another witch to make you the daylight ring.” She was just being a petty bitch at this moment, instead of turning around and leaving. But the temptation had been greater, a nagging feeling Bea needed to satisfy. “I’ll let you think of that. And if there’s nothing else, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I leave you know. Again. Goodbye then.”

His lips curved into a smirk. There was a time he needed her help, mostly some sort of an explanation or answers to the numerous question piling up inside his head but that time was long past due now. His thumb touched the base of his ring finger, sensing the cool metal there, almost the perfect fit for his slender finger but loose enough for him to move it in times like this - when he contempating what to say or do. “I was kind of hoping you would.” Pair of hauntingly dark eyes looked at her again. “And I bet you wonder why I never made a move, huh?”

Honestly, he didn’t have an answer to that question. There was a time Benjamin often imagined seeing her again and all the different scenarios this meeting could go by with, putting words into her ruby red lips his mind wished to hear in order to get some sense of conclusion. “I’m afraid it’s a little late for you to help me, Bea.” A deep sigh fell from his chest as he made a step towards her. “But let’s not dwell in the past. Tell me, how have you been?”

He still had that particular smile to him, which made Beatrix both nervous and kind of pissed off for she still found it to be extremely hauntingly sexy. But she was long since past the moment where the witch allowed for someone’s devilishly handsome good looks to stray her off her actual path. Benjamin knew that better then anyone else who had ever come or went from her messy life. “Are you really going to do this?”, asked with an annoyed tone to her voice Bea, hands crossing over her chest. Then, she huffed, trying to laugh it off but she was too angry to play along with it for longer then a few seconds. “Don’t bullshit me. I know you better then that and I can bet you hadn’t turned into a softball since the last time we saw each other.” What she really meant to say was ‘Since the last time I stood you up for my murder’ but the witch was sure Benjamin got the idea himself.

he sighed softly as she relaxed against him. his lips pressed gently to the her shoulder over the fabric of her blouse. his hands ran slowly up and down her sides, playing with the hem of her shirt each time his hands reached it. he wasn’t sure what it was about her, but she always seemed to draw him in from the first time they met. “i don’t always think the worst. i just like to think i know what goes on in your head.” she was so different though, that no one would ever know exactly what she was thinking. he assumed bea liked it that way. “hell of a town? babe, i’ve been here for a century. nothing is great about this place.” her hands through his hair was enough to set him off. a satisfied sigh–almost a moan–slipped past his lips. “innocent? no. i’ve seen what you can do.” arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. his head dipped down–lips leaving lazy kisses on her neck. “you’re a tease–you know that, right?”

He was such a delightful companion that filled Bea’s days with a little more sweetness or spice when she needed it to be. Something about Eli’s smile or the way he loved to let his teeth just to graze over her perfect skin, always made the witch invested into prolonging their little games. “I bet you like thinking about that. Knowing what’s really going on inside of here...”, one of her gentle fingers tapped over the side of her head before re-positioning it, placing it this time at the back of his neck. As Eli kissed her, the witch’s half closed eyes scanned the world outside as if to make sure that no one was about to walk in and interrupt them. As if... “I’m not a tease.”, scolded him the redhead, shaking her head a little as that sweet laugh rolled out again. “I’m more of a... seductress. And yes, I do know that. But you’re not to innocent yourself and I like you that way.” Sneaking a hand down his spine, just as her hand was shamelessly sliding lower and lower, Bea pulled herself backwards, sneaking past and away from him. “Will you change the sign to ‘closed’ and lock the door? Then come with me to the back, I’ll show you something.”

That scent. That mysterious combination of lilies and honey haunted his dreams. It took him a couple of years to get used to and start appreciating his heightened sense despite being brought up to recognize even the tiniest flaw in each recipe but now he looked at the world with different eyes. The same way he doubted death for as newly born vampire Benjamin quickly learnt there was so much more to life than he had ever imagined.

A couple of times he could swear he sensed that combination but never quite understood where it came from. Until now, as it filled the hallway. Fiery red lock followed the woman as she entered the library and the vampire observed her actions from the backroom where he usually spend the evening, in which no one was around before slowly approaching the door, leaning onto it. “May I help you?”

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Beatrix knew she hadn’t picked it up right when it had happened and it was a mistake the witch wasn’t keen on ever letting repeat itself. Not being fully aware with what was happening around her was a dangerous thing, but being blindsided as an immortal creature was even worse. And with her affinity towards vampires, it was just a matter of time before some of her adventures got to her, ruining everything. And by the looks of it, perhaps Benjamin was going to be her first yet once again. Funny, since she promised herself to never allow him to ever be her blindspot, ever again.

“I think I can help you”, answered in a steady voice the redheaded witch, making another echoing step towards the man. This was the day the charade was going to end. It had taken a toll on her nerves and as much as Beatrix loved playing games, this was getting out of hand. “Did you really think I wasn’t going to sense you watching me all this time?” She asked, stopping a few feet away from him. Well, he for sure was made for this particular time era. Yet the question that really bugged her was ‘Why haven’t you made a move yet? Why did you let me be the first?’

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“you know,” he began, his fingers tracing over the petals of a lily in the front of her shop. “i’ve been coming in here for a while now, and you’ve never told me exactly what you do here.” he eyed her up and down–the way he always did whenever he visited her. elijah smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “i know a witch isn’t just selling flowers. come on, bea, tell me your big secret.” he teased. his arms wrapped lazily around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. she was mysterious, and he liked that about her. there was always something for left for him to discover. ( @deadlyattracticn )

With soft, smiling lips painted in a nude shade, Beatrix let herself to ease into her friends gentle embrace. It wasn’t something she would ever admit about, but the way Elijah tended to carefully step closer to her right before daring to initiate real physical contact, was one of the things that always managed to play with her heart. “Why do you always think the worst of me, hm?”, teased him Bea, lifting her eyebrows. It wasn’t that it was this big mystery no one was supposed to know about, but the witch was guilty of wanting to tease him more and learn what he was really thinking of her in the process. “Maybe I’m just an ordinary witch, wanting to live an ordinary life in this hell of a town. Don’t I look innocent enough for that part?” Her hand lifted itself and went through his curls, a touch that meant to distract his line of thoughts, testing him even more.

she’d received the call in the early hours of the morning. the sight of them hanging above the town was imprinted in her brain. even after her morning cup of coffee, rosalie still couldn’t shake it. she’d only recently acquired the sheriff’s title, and this was the first major case under her belt. knowing the one of them was a werewolf had shaken her up the most. one of her own kind. who’s to say she wasn’t next? rosalie had very little control of herself. lost in her own thoughts, she walked out of the coffee shop and slammed into someone else, the coffee spilling on her uniform. “oh, my god! i’m so sorry. i wasn’t paying any attention.”

Clumsiness wasn’t something that could be associated with Beatrix’s personality. For someone born in synch with the nature and the world around her, no matter what happened she always knew that one of her hands was steadily holding the invisible thread, making her way grounded and mature since she could’ve remember herself. “I can see that, sheriff”, jokingly said the redhead, before making a step back. Her hand landed on top of the woman’s shoulder, gently removing her from the way of the door. It wasn’t really long both of them knew each other and still something in her always made Bea to try and be on her best behaviour. “I think I can help with that. Come with me, I know what you need.”

❝ conceited? you mean well aware of who the fuck i am? absolutely .❞

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ― long walks under the rain, dark red blood dripping from fingertips, scented candles that make your head spin, heavy books spread all around her home . ― ✎penned by ivy .