killer queen.

“who doesn’t like to party?”

a bright grin flashes back in her direction.  klaus so used to being passed off as a ‘waste’ or a ‘junkie’ by everyone else - why try to explain?  the truth was rather far from it.  twisted chemistry was the only way to block out the voices.  to blur the shapes of the dead in his vision.  to – normalize…. in so much as anything was ever – ‘normal’.

he’s familiar with those looks of disdain.   with the critical glances.  the derogatory words.

he’s not ‘wasting his time’ - he’s trying to use it without being huddled in a corner, gripping his skull, unable to function from an unstoppable invasion of the dead.

“getting high - is just a glorious side effect of self medication.”

another grin and he’s twirling on his toes.  not too far gone.  not sober either.  he does, however, stop spinning, long enough to steady himself and take a closer look. 

“someone stood you up?”

maybe they’re dead. he doesn’t say it.  but it’s been a common theme around here lately. maybe they will be dead. if the vampire got her hands on them and decided to let her displeasure be known.

“more fool them.”

she’s not exactly ‘his type’, but he can well imagine that she would be the source of many a hot-blooded male fantasy.

“so now you’re flying solo - that’s entirely their loss.”  

a shrug, feet still tapping in time to the music.  there’s not a moment where klaus doesn’t attempt to celebrate life ( most specifically his own ) because he’s all too well acquainted with what can happen afterwards.  trying to squeeze as much joy as he can from every moment as possible.  and, at the moment, the glamorous, glorious redhead looked as though she was enjoying the night as much as someone would enjoy finding a shit in their shoe.  

“that’s because i did. now, are you going to sit there all night brooding over another glass of….”

ew.  okay, but hey - each to their own.

“…or are you going to dance with me?”

a smirk flashed across the red head’s face as she dropped dark eyes to her empty shot glass she held clasped in her long , slender fingers like a fly caught in a spider’s web , “ yeah , how long has this party been raging for then ? “ charlotte was all too familiar with just about every narcotic that had been introduced since the fifties , so while she was concerned for the other she tried to avoid appearing too judgmental despite her resting bitch face.  ?

a perfect brow arched in curiosity as she digested what had just been said , trading her empty shot glass for a full one , “ self medicating , huh ? what’s the diagnose , doctor ? “ she admires the curly haired necromancer as he spun in place , the smile on her face softened as she dropped her eyes once more in embarrassment when he stops to focus on her. 

there was actually the faintest of pink coloring her cheeks as she tossed back her second shot , rolling her eyes as he repeated her , “ that is what i said. “ the vampire’s tone of voice might have been a bit pointed , but that was simply because not only was the ginger not used to rejection it wasn’t something she handled very well either. 

she flashed a smile his way as she swiveled side to side in her bar stool , red lips pursing as she rolled her now empty shot glass around on the bar top , “ i can only assume one of three things happened , but you’re not wrong. “ in truth though she could have used the money , she could always use the money. by no means would lottie consider the tipsy shadow graced mortal her ‘ type ‘ per say , but she found him charming and attractive in a strung out heroine chic sort of way which meant his compliment didn’t fall on deaf ears. 

the red head cocked a brow at klaus as he invited her to dance with him , scoffing as she shoved the red stained shot glass towards the bartender and hopped up on to her stiletto heels , “ i don’t know , you tell me. can you afford a dance with me , daddy-o ? “ the woman moved like a predator , sauntering towards him slowly , her eyes trained on the curly haired brunette before stopping a few feet away from him. 

she had been expecting to make a rather large sum of money tonight , but she found she might be having enough fun to make up for the financial loss. charlotte looked the medium up and down , a smirk on her face , “ maybe we could work something out ? “ her thoughts becoming more predatory as she began fantasizing about the high just one swallow of the other’s polluted blood would give her.

NEW ABILITY: CLAW RETRACTION

the ability to extend and retract claws. claws can be composed of energy, bone, metal, or simple keratin. 

benjamin was foolish to think the high council didn’t know where he was. there were not many places to hide on earth, though he thought he picked a low enough radar type of town they would overlook it. he wasn’t foolish enough to decline the summon back to estonia, however. he was sure his plants needed watering if his neighbors weren’t doing it for him.

he also wasn’t foolish ( or maybe he was ) enough to decline their invitation to the harvest masquerade ball. he wasn’t partial to being a part of their large gatherings only because he favoured staying at home drinking a martini. however, he figured it was high time he joined in, if only to see what kind of drinks they would have here. and, perhaps he would see an old friend. then again, perhaps not.

he walks around with martini in hand, keeping an eye on those immediately around him when he bumps ever so slightly into someone in front of him. he stops before he can go any further, almost spilling his own drink. it’s then that he looks up to her and takes note of the thick red liquid in her glass. benjamin forces a small smile, tipping his glass back to his lips and nodding in apology. “ mmhm, yeah. the liquor they have here is better than any i’ve ever tasted. ” and he’s tasted a lot. “ sorry for almost spilling your drink, by the way. was enjoying my own drink a little too much. ”

what was he ? charlotte had been alive for quite some time now , she thought she had met most supernatural creatures out there but here was yet another new scent and species. the vampire cocked her head as she regarded the mysterious individual , acutely aware of how forced his smile was , as she followed his lead and finished off the rest of her thick , crimson cocktail.  

charlotte actually genuinely liked the strange drug addicted little necromancer , was maybe even mildly attracted to him , but she never would expect to see him in her dreams. like most dreams nothing made since , but when she opened her eyes she couldn’t get it out of her head. the seance’s tattoos , specifically the ones on the palms of his hands , had always been a point of interest for the fiery red head like most tattoos on anyone but she never would have imagined having a sexually charged dream because of them.