freak show

a  highly  selective,  mature  &  depiction  of  beau  monroe  crafted  from  original  lore.  written  as  a  villain’s  obituary  ╱  as  destroyed  by  nic  (they/them,  31,  CST). 

If it weren't for Beau's outstanding excellence in his field, Mason would have scolded him for making these kinds of threats the first time he had been so daring. He'd have felt around for the little security buzzer he kept discreetly in his clothes and had the fellow escorted off property or fed to his pigs.

There was a tremendous difference between recreational pain-seeking and actually being threatened. For all the fun of it, and as tempting as it was to push and push and push, Mason had a nagging, creeping feeling deep down that the other man meant what he was saying.

"Oh, boy," Mason hummed. "Then I'd have to point at you with my middle finger, and I'm not so sure you would like that."

His eyes flicked upward, just to be met with a sudden hand on the head-- one that made him wince, if only because it was completely unsolicited.

"Excuse me?!" Verger balked.

The drowning thing was off in a whole tier of its own-- he wouldn't be able to pay Beau if he was dead, and Beau wanted money, he rationalized.

But Mason's hand balled into a fist on the arm of his chair.

'I am not a child or dog! You don't do that!' is what he wanted to say. He had half a mind to do it, too, but visible distress was a treat to this kind of person.

Mason knew; he was one.

"... Wow. That was bold," was what he said instead, melting back into a tone that was calm and aloof. "Y'know, I kinda liked it once I got over the initial shock. You have strong hands. Felt good."

Oh, he could make himself gag!

He would not, however. Quickly, Mason skated past that and back to the business at hand.

One might take precautions against turning his employer against him with inconsequential threats, but in the end, Beau wasn't concerned about how the other regarded him.

As long as he continued to write his generous checks.

And if Mason got the wonderful idea to backstab him, they would traverse those waters when they got there. It at least kept him engaged after numerous decades, even if it felt ineffective as well. Mason didn't have the capacity to destroy him. It was like a much larger creature trampling the inconvenience of a mosquito. He would hardly blink twice in the marred human's direction.

Beau smiles because Mason never yielded his audacity. He would bend the other's middle finger back just for the hell of it. He really should stop toying with him. One day, he might not be as forbearing. He laughs again, morbidly delighted.

"My hands are good for one thing, Sir." Breaking bones and strangulation when directed. There were many means in which Beau could carry out his orders, but he often preferred the more mundane. It extended the act, much more intimate than merely incinerating someone with his otherworldly capabilities. The demon spawn preferred larping as human when he killed, even if it served a very functional purpose: the messes left behind were readily more answerable than a heap of sinew and gore, if Beau opted to hunt how he was assembled to.

"I can bring him to you. There would, naturally, be a carrier fee. I could arrange it so you could have a hand in his final moments, if you'd like. Just so your retribution is carried out exhaustively. What did the poor guy do to piss you off?" Beau asks, merely inquisitive. The man's fate was sadly sealed. There would be no appealing to Beau's sense of compassion. He had none.

Sentence starters themed around the concept of CANNIBALISM, ANTHROPOPHAGY, AND MAN-EATING from a mix of sources. Change pronouns, phrasing or punctuation as you see fit, but please do not add to this list !

❝ A kiss is but a modified bite. ❞

❝ A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism. ❞

❝ After all, since the world began, we’ve been eating each other. ❞

❝ All love leads to cannibalism. I know that now. ❞

❝ As I eat what I fuck, that spares me the wages of a butcher. ❞

❝ Be careful. You might find more than you bargained for in my fridge. ❞

❝ Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. ❞

❝ Catholics, you eat Christ's flesh and drink his blood every Sunday. That's cannibalism. ❞

❝ Do you think it's easy, not biting the one you love? ❞

❝ Every fight is a food fight when you're a cannibal. ❞

❝ For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. ❞

❝ I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. ❞

❝ I believe beauty can only truly be appreciated through taste. ❞

❝ I confuse instinct for desire — isn't bite also touch? ❞

❝ I dreamt last night of your teeth on my skin. ❞

❝ I shall eat your heart. ❞

❝ I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth. ❞

❝ I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole. ❞

❝ I would eat my way into perdition to taste you. ❞

❝ It is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love. ❞

❝ Let them eat me. I'll give them horrible indigestion. ❞

❝ Man came into being through cannibalism — intelligence can be eaten. ❞

❝ My tenderness has teeth now. ❞

❝ Sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella. ❞

❝ Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal — less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him. ❞

❝ Sooner or later, darling, you're going to be eaten. ❞

❝ The first poem in the world is I want to eat. ❞

❝ The moral of the story is, I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out with only my teeth. ❞

❝ The word for 'love' in one language is the word for 'dinner' in others. ❞

❝ There are teeth marks on everything I love. ❞

❝ There is no sin. There is only hunger and what we do with it. ❞

❝ This isn't cannibalism. It's only cannibalism if we're equals. ❞

❝ To be loved is to be consumed. ❞

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ the nightclub is generously packed with racing hearts and melting minds drugging up on LSD strips. Lestat bends over a glass table to chase a line of cocaine with his tongue. The drug is going to fuck with his sensations for the rest of the night, but this is what he wants. Glancing back to a demon meandering nearby, the vampire grins wide as he waves a tiny LSD square in a plastic bag at him.

"How about getting high? C'mon, babe, put a smile on that stone face."

Alcohol burned through his system. Something from his monster blood made it next to impossible to feel the buzz longer than a few seconds before he settled back to something normal. In truth, it was not the wisest idea to put someone with dubious morality in a state that made him all the more impetuous. Things like subtlety and discretion faded away to the sweet allure of devastation.

It's inconsequential, and that makes it worse, he imagines. Beau takes the baggy and, with a surrendered sigh, as if this were something distant from the norm for him, takes out the square and places it beneath his tongue, letting it be sponged through the membrane of his skull.

"If I start smiling, you ought to worry some." He chides softly, folding the baggy before returning it squarely in Lestat's palm.

"Oho-- that's quite the gall you've got there, Mr. Monroe!" Mason exclaimed. "Let's not forget that this finger writes your paycheck..."

With a click of his teeth and a satisfied cackle, he wagged the offending finger. What a shame he had not his face! He could have pulled such a brilliantly goading smile, egged the larger man into saying or doing something more— Mason adored seeing how far he could push someone, even if it ended poorly for him.

... Perhaps it was for the best that he couldn't, then. That was how he had gotten in this situation in the first place.

Verger turned his eyes away.

"As I was sssaying," he said, and as best as he could, he looked down his nose at him. "I had a meeting yesterday. One of those men just wouldn't stop looking at me. I have a feeling it's a bad thing..."

Mason could talk his head off if the universe let him. About a minute passed of more filler and tangents before he finally got to the point.

"I'd wager you could still write the checks if it was taken down just to the knuckle."

Greed, it turns out, could be one hell of a vice. He could sum it all up as survival, but he knew it wasn't quite that. Beau possessed restraint because it profited him; however, that level of tolerance only extended so far. His smile was tight and his eyes brilliant, a distinct buzzing in the back of his mind cautioning him to reason - if he killed his employer, there would be too many people sniffing in his direction & he would have to find a new one.

Something about handling the animals you were already familiar with, Beau reasons with himself. Mason was a lame dog that couldn't bite.

"Let's remind ourselves while this arrangement works, Sir." He was quite an entertainer, able to wear his dissatisfaction under something nicely polished and courteous. He leans down, eye level to Mason as if reeling in his employer's full attention for a second. He presses one pat to the man's head with a small, unfriendly smile. He sighs wistfully, cooing. "I do your bidding, the things you're in no real position to do yourself, and you try to remain as cordial as possible. If anything - even your lovely antagonism gets in the way of that, where do you think that leaves you?" His voice is clipped and light.

"As fish food once again!" He laughs, rising to his full height. "Now that we have that knowledge down..." Time for it to sink in Mason's thick, gnarled skull. "Would you like it to be painful or quick? For your blonde, of course."

❝ are you all very stoned? ❞

❝ god! what is your childhood trauma?! ❞

❝ i want to date, and shop, and hang out, and save the world from unspeakable evil. you know, girly stuff. ❞

❝ i know you'll never love me. ❞

❝ love isn't brains, children, it's blood. blood screaming inside you to work its will. ❞

❝ i know i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man. ❞

❝ you wanna go steal some stuff? ❞

❝ why is it always the virgin women who have to do the sacrificing? ❞

❝ i know what you're doing. you think if you get me mad enough i won't be so scared AND HEY, it's working! ❞

❝ i'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots here. ❞

❝ great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day. ❞

 ❝ i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it. ❞

❝ sorry, but i'm an old fashioned gal. i was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies. ❞

❝ we saved the world. i say we party. ❞

❝ your mouth is open and sound is coming out. this is never good.. ❞

❝ i'm afraid we're having a slight apocalypse ❞

❝ demons after money. what ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? no one has any standards anymore. ❞

❝ well, i'll just jump off that bridge when I come to it. ❞

❝ i believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming text. ❞

❝ i'm way off my game. my game's left the country. it's in cuernavaca.. ❞

❝ it's like talking to a wall. only you get more from a wall. ❞

❝ the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.. ❞

❝ and you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. ❞

❝ you know what, i was wrong. you are an idiot. ❞