sinister tongue

Setting the man on fire, was what he needed to lose control completely. He was fighting hard not to let himself be pushed through the edge, but what she did, did exactly that, so his fangs also came out, the urge to attack her even bigger now. If you want to really piss him off, push his buttons really hard, hurt someone in front of him, especially if it is someone that he is close to. It wasn’t the case with the man that was in flames, but he still felt an immense amount of anger, the method he used, wasn’t working anymore to ease it, “Wha’ the fuckin’ hell is wron’ wive you?” his accent getting even more thicker. Two things could do that, when he was really mad, or when he was around his sister. Without thinking twice, he pushed her, hard enough to make her body collapse against a near tree. Bad idea, and he knew that the moment he did it, she would hurt him, wouldn’t she? Possibly even kill him, but there was no turning back, his kind couldn’t exactly go back in time, as far as he knew.

harlow liked being a demon, that was for sure. it was the only thing she knew how to do to perfection. what she didn’t like sometimes? was the fact some others were FASTER than her. you know you could just possess a vampire, right? yeah, yeah-- miss her with that. there were certain downsides about vampirism she didn’t necessarily enjoy. so that’s the only reason why chad was even able to catch up to her and do the most stupid thing he could’ve done in his worthless existence. with a flick of her wrist, she managed to lessen her impact against the tree. didn’t mean she didn’t hit it. “that’s gonna bruise.” she sighed under her breath. looking and sounding more as if she had just spilled a glass of water -- instead of him sealing a deal. with another flick of her wrist, she threw him and kept him with his chest pinned against the wall. “i don’t know what’s your problem, and i really don’t care.”  she told him once she had picked herself off the ground and closer to him. the flames were still burning the alley and the heat was almost SUFFOCATING. for someone who still held a certain degree of mortality, of course. “do you hear that?” she asked him once he was closer to him. the screams of the men were dying, just like them. but they were alive enough to hear the AGONY. “do you see them?” grabbing a handful of hair, harlow forced him to look in their direction, making his face scrap against the rough surface-- making sure the parts of rock sticking out would be ingrained in his eye. hey, he only needed one eye at the moment to see. “that should be you.” it wasn’t like she needed many reasons to just choke him with his intestines and toss him in the fire-- but,  “i haven’t met someone as brainless as you in a while, so YOU’RE IN LUCK.” as if his prize was the next -- she grabbed a loose piece of wood from one of the dumpsters. the music became broken like a scrathed record as the fire started melting the speakers. the makeshift stake aligned in between his shoulder blades as she SLOWLY pierced through skin and muscles before breaking it. it wouldn’t KILL HIM -- but it would be a nightmare for chad to get out once she was done with him. which wouldn’t be anytime in the next minute. instead, she kept him pinned to the wall. leaning to the side as if she was having a casual conversation, even if the anger bubbled under her skin. “now, what’s your business, hm? because i DOUBT you’d go through this little mistake just because you were trying to play cops and robbers. newsflash, chad. NO ONE likes cops.”  

His claws were sunk in the palm of his hands, they were bleeding lightly, and each second that passed by, he got more angry, which also caused him to sink them further in his own skin. It was a way to deal with his anger, which at that moment, was the only thing stopping him from jumping into her, “You think ‘m borin’? Once again, tha’ a complimen’ comin’ from you,” he figured that all of them thought that he was not the most fun person, since their entertainment was to hurt others. Which was something that the young hybrid thought it was ridiculous, “ ‘m no bloody child!” he was starting to feel like his teeth and his eyes were changing. Maybe he should get out of there, before he did anything stupid, “What kind of silly twit do you think I ‘m? I can see your hands on your pocke’.” he knew it would be stupid to attack her, he knew it, but maybe that was the only way to save the guy. He was still considering, trying to think about something.

boohoo. the child continued whining. anyway– “atta boy.” she wasn’t expecting him to be too gullible to listen to her. ( that would’ve been a pleasant surprise of a reversed psychology gone wrong, though ). some people cleaned after themselves, harlow’s definition of doing that only came if she could cause more pain than necessary. soaking someone in gasoline not only put them in direct danger if a spark flew in their direction. the contact of the substance against eyes and wounds brought a distinctive BURN before it even happened. without hesitation, harlow pulled the lighter out of her pocket and once lit up threw it behind her, and directly onto the barely, but still conscious man to quickly engulf him in flames. his agony filled screams filled the alley, followed by a chorus of repetitive screams as the pain of the fire woke the other unconscious victims. a chuckle escaped harlow’s lips as she noticed it turned they hadn’t been that dead. what a beautiful melody. “now,  chad. if you excuse me.”

"my bad, your sculpted thighs, then.” she says with a wave of her hand as she sits back on one of the cushions. watching as the previously awed people scatters around to continue complaining about the coldness. ( what the fuck was everyone expecting in here? FUZZY BLANKETS? ) she’s not one to flatter, but she knows exactly what buttons to push in this situation-- knows that this specific horseman enjoys it. and wouldn’t you know? the one who with a snap of his fingers, literal or not, could make a whole place become a BLOOD BATH just so happened to be the one she found amusing. “i should’ve known you found your way HERE the moment a good ol’ fashioned bar fight started sooner than usual.” one SHE didn’t start, to some shock. 

           “  they’re  not  sticky. ”  it’s  true,  in  her  defense.   she  might  have  let  someone  paint  all  over  her  in  neon  body-paint  stolen  from  one  of  the  dancers,  but  it’s  long  since  dried  by  now.   of  course  there  are  smudges  from  where  hands  had  gotten  a  little  carried  away  but  thankfully  art’s  subjective  enough  that  it  works.   “  i  could  show  you,  if  you  don’t  believe  me. ”   she  doesn’t  know  this  stranger,  doesn’t  know  what  her  damage  is  or  why  she’s  getting  all  pissy,  and  frankly  she  doesn’t  care.    the  weather  outside  might  be  frightful  but  inside  it  is  —  most  definitely  —  DELIGHTFUL.  

of course, she didn’t mean LITERALLY -- even by the looks of it they might have been just a few minutes ago. well, someone’s been having extra fun. harlow tilts her head to the side, as if she’s considering. “is that so?” she hums, the corner of her lips curling up in a smirk.and here was the thing-- with harlow it could only end up in two ways. the question was; how lucky would this girl be? resting her elbows on the surface, she leaned closer to the girl. the only thing separating them was the high table. “show me.” an order. A DARE. 

the threat was only two seconds away before intellectual bypasser spoke for her. sticky fingers turned around with a face of a deer caught in headlights at the two voices behind his back. “i’d have even better luck if i skipped right to the beheading -- i’ve always enjoyed a good game of HEAD BOWLING.” a flick of her wrist and the bottle was taken directly from the guy’s hand before he attempted to speed away. a vampire. “can you believe he just wasted his second shot at life? and not even for the good stuff.”  the statement coming from the fact that he couldn’t even hide, a growl, as one the hellhounds caught him by the ankles and dragged him to one of the lower floors. HERE WAS THE THING. loud music? red lights covering every corner? no one would see this but the guy right here.  

it was almost PAINFUL to watch, and if she could feel any sort of embarrassment she’d be feeling it for him. alas, she didn’t. instead, she just watched as he flapped around like a newborn bird. the papers flew through the air-- and it made harlow wonder for a second what kind of dumbass would just leave these papers out in the open. “well, someone’s HIRE just flew like that.” she commented nonchalantly, not even bothering to pick them up. “i’d ask if you were dropped on your head as a child but i’ve met some who were actually dropped on their head, and coordinate better than that.” 

“DING, DING, DING. looks like we have a winner.” his prize to be determined. all of them ranging from a broken limb to a severed one. at this rate, harlow figured he’d be more interesting with a missing leg. “you must be fun at parties,” she scoffed under her breath, and only then did she mockingly press a hand against her chest as if offended. “MANNERS.” a shake of her head, “children these days.” whether he avoided dropping his name to protect his identity or not, was something harlow found amusing. a couple of orders around and she’d be able to get it. the thing was-- she figured even a dead fish would be more entertaining. “now, CHAD. you look like a chad. is there something i can do for you, or are you just going to stand there like a paperweight?” a pat of her pockets after she found what she was looking for. bingo. “why don’t you come closer?” 

a simple conversation with a flower shop employee ( read: lizzie complaining that the bouquet she wants for the wedding has one petal a slightly darker shade of pink ) goes south and blows up in a million of pieces the moment blonde satan herself rears her ugly ( subjectively, not objectively ) head into her view. if she could roll her eyes any harder, they would be launched into space to colonize mars. “ oh, look at this. bimbo grinch has come to steal our christmas and kidnap our children. ” the poor flower shop girl has no idea what is happening and, to be quite honest, lizzie is in no mood to have to baby her through this … interesting encounter. “ actually, we’ve just finished here. and if it seems like we are killing the conversation because we don’t like you and don’t want you here, that’s because we are. ” she plasters on a fake smile and moves toward harlow’s side, beginning a little conga line of threats by setting her hand on top of the demon’s and ( painfully ) siphoning her energy. “ we could arrange a private meeting, though, i’m sure. ”

speaking of kidnapped children, she should go check on her kidnapped child. later on-- she’s currently with quite a task at hand.  “isn’t she funny?” her eyes finally flickered down to the visibly nervous employee-- meghan, according to the name tag on the uniform. because she’d give lizzie that much, in harlow’s skewed version of fun-- one way or another, the other girl was it.  perhaps her goal one second ago was to simply make lizzie have a SOUR moment, one that was easily achieved by her mere presence, but no- harlow always wanted more. to continue pushing buttons and see what would happen with every one of them pressed down. worst case scenario? her, breaking her source of fun. her attention on the flower girl is once again gone as lizzie moves to her side, and as the other starts siphoning-- harlow’s face breaks into that unsettling grin. there were three reasons why she should’ve taken her hand away the moment their skin came in contact. one-- harlow hated getting unnecessarily touched. two-- it went without a say that lizzie was taking something that was HERS. three-- ( and perhaps the most obvious one ), her hand was stinging and burning at the same time. nevertheless, it wasn’t like she’d give into giving her that satisfaction. what was a little pain for a demon, anyway? the only signs that she was feeling it was her hand automatically closing down onto the girl’s shoulder, making her gasp in pain. “tsk, tsk, saltzman.” a slow tilt of her head, “you might break her.” it was only when she thought it was enough that her hand shot upwards to catch lizzie’s wrist in an attempt to pull her off. “scurry off, meghan, before i change my mind.” the aforementioned girl took the hint, and only then did harlow chuckle at lizzie’s actions. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you enjoy leeching off me. are you trying to tell me something i don’t know?” 

“ah, finally. you found your TRUE CALLING. congratulations. and with extra TEENAGE ANGST sprinkles too.” because the last thing harlow was about to do was to poke and get in a heart to heart over whatever black cloud william had over his shoulders. if she had to guess, so much to unpack, and so little care she could offer. she wandered closer in the bathroom, slowly walking in front of the closed stalls, softly tapping over the doors to let the guy inside know he wouldn’t be safe. “i’ve heard the rumors that daddy is missing.” whatever previous partnership she had with the man would always follow her in a way or another. she liked the drama that came with it, like watching her own pay per view.  a glance behind to look over at him. “you don’t happen to know anything about that, do you?” 

“seen a hyena lately?” she asked, as if that would give a clarification. her attention on the golf club for a moment, swinging it back and forth as if she was ready to do a hole in one in time for the victory. ( FUN FACT: in all her years living, she had never played golf. too passive. ) the guy on the ground was still whimpering in pain, especially as she brought the club down to dig down on the broken legs. “shhh, i’m having a conversation here, peter.” or whatever name he had, she’d probably figure it out tomorrow in the obituaries. “i could be-- but i feel like TWO very boring and judgemental guys who look the same it’s too much. unless...” harlow finally looks up at him, a grin on her lips that maybe if she wasn’t covered in blood and surrounded by three dead men, and a badly injured on, would look INVITING.  “you are fun.” i’m pretty like a car crash. ugly as a lullaby. you really wanna try it. experiment on me. “oh, my bad.” she shook her head with a chuckle as if she had just forgotten something important. “I’M HARLOW.”  

WHICH ARE YOU. this was a way to rub holy water in a wound that shouldn’t exist in the first place. ugh, fine. “the one who should tear your throat out for asking that.” call her judgemental, but this pair was seriously off-- killer moths charade aside-- if he couldn’t tell apart his own sister from someone else. “i’d do the whole party eye trick to prove a point, but considering little miss sunshine can do the same.” a wave of her hand. “get body-snatched once, and suddenly being a demon is the latest fashion statement.”