Voodoo Queen

“What the fuck is going on?” Screeched an angry brunette as she ducked under the hood of her jacket in the raging storm. Leave it to her to not check the weather before leaving the house. She had managed to climb on top of a car when the water came rushing down the road, but now she was stuck, and didn’t approve. She was also soaking wet.

Dolly was surprised she heard the screech over the sound of the wind and rain, and surmised it must have purely been chance as she opened one of the windows to help with the pressure in the house.  After all, she was no stranger to hurricanes.  Squinting as she looked out she spotted the figure on top of the car almost immediately and stuck her torso out of the window.  “Hey you!  Stuck?  Want me to get some rope to guide you over here?”

Anka only giggled at the empty threat, tugging Dolly back down into bed with her. “But look, babe, you’re here too. Why would I ever want to move?” She curled an arm around the other’s waist, pressing sloppy kisses onto her shoulder.

“Can I convince you to stay here with me?”

Dolly let the girl tug her down onto the bed, rolling her eyes playfully before resting her head against the others.  “You can try, but I hope you know at any moment Eden, or any of the others will stick their head through that door and ask me why they’re running the shop alone,” she pointed out, hitching a thumb towards the door on the other side of the room.

“You are very welcome,” he teased back, a sarcastic grin on his own face.  He raised Sebastian.  Sarcasm wasn’t like a second language.  It was essentially his first language.  Taming a sarcastic boy required a knowledge of the art.  “Just think, print it out and you can make good money.  I am incredibly good looking.”

“You know what, you have a point.  Although I’d get more money if you were famous.  Quick, do something so I can up the value,” she said, a smile creeping across her face.  “I’m thinking a poster as well, maybe you could be Mister August in a calendar as well?”

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer.”

“Oh goodie, thats’s exactly what I was after.  Thank you so much for giving me permission!” The sarcasm was clear, though she didn’t mean it to truly cause offense.  Of course, it probably would.

Frowning, Maura looked up from her GPS to frown at the people around her. None of them were who she needed them to be, and frustrated, frazzled, she snapped out, hand wrapping around the wrist of the closest person.

“Hello? Hi, help me, I need to find the mayors office to register myself, Gesu Cristo, is everybody so rude here?”

There she was, walking down the street with a box full of cupcakes to take back to the shop for the others.  The next minute she felt a hand grab her wrist and immediately anger flared inside her.  Dolly spun to face the assailant, ready to rip her hand free and stick it through their chest.  The woman was talking and it was only the fact that Dolly wasn’t being mugged that let her have some restraint.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that grabbing a complete stranger in public is rude?  Now if you’d unhand me, maybe a civil conversation could be reached,” she snapped.

He fidgeted with his hands briefly while a comfortable silence fell over the two of them. Unfortunately, unfortunately. Salem wished for a lot of things, ending his existence was most of them, but he didn’t like to make it known. He’d slipped in front of her, let his deep down thoughts regurgitate through him. “You can be creative with skin. I’ve done a lot of weird tattoos before. People are… unique.”

Dolly folded her arms over her chest as he fidgeted.  Yes, this vampire did not want the stretch of eternity he had before him.  She knew the weary trudge of staying alive for so long, but she was guaranteed to end one day in the near future.  Eventually the number of souls needed to keep her alive would outnumber the amount she could physically gain and she would whither just as any other mortal.

“So you’re a tattoo artist?  Well, next time someone comes in wanting to dye their entire body green I’ll send them your way shall I?”

“It’s pretty hard to kill us, unfortunately.” He laughed nervously at his comment and drifted into his own thoughts again. Salem snapped back to reality at the mention of something green. “Oh… weird. Greens a nice color though, very… natural.”

“Unfortunately?” she questioned, though her eyes flashed.  Ah, if only vampires had a soul, she could offer to take and leave him as a zombie.  Some people said it wasn’t a life, but who was she to judge?  “Oh yes, nothing more natural.  I mean I know I’m creative with my hair, but my skin is another matter.”

“Three drops. Twice a day. Got it. Maybe. So this stuff could potentially kill me if I accidentally take one more drop than I’m supposed to. Noted.” He took the bottle and examined it closely. “Sorry this is super last minute, didn’t mean to put you out like this.”

“Correct, and I’d rather not be known as a vampire killer.  Not that I’d be taking any of the blame for dipshit mistakes.  So please, don’t OD on me,” she said with a smile.  “It’s fine, I’m used to it.  Had a guy in the other day that managed to turn himself green.”

“Oh, uh, no. I do not want that thank you.” He rocked forward on his toes and nodded. “Okay I’m listening now. I swear. It’s just a lot and also I was never really good at Chemistry.”

“How long have you been zoned out for?  Sweet mother of voodoo,” she cursed, shaking the bottle she held slightly.  “It’s all done up.  You just have to remember to put three drops in a beverage twice a day and drink it.  Got it?  No more or you’ll find that daylight ring of yours won’t work so well.”

✏ : What are their creative outlets?

Pretty much what she does for a living.  Creating voodoo dolls and potions.  Occasionally she’ll sit down and do a crossstitch. 

✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more?

I’d say leaning more towards words.  She uses them to explain the workings of things and relies on that far more than actions.

♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

The scents of flowers found around the streets she frequented in New Orleans reminds her of her childhood and growing up.

۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

“Uh- sorry. Could you repeat that? I sorta zoned out during your whole little spiel.”

“Hey, hey,” Dolly said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.  “Do you want to know the instructions for this potion or not?  Because I can just leave it up to you if you really want, but if you take the wrong dosage you are going to end up as one sick little vamp.”