Lucille Thompson

“Don’t act like you don’t like it” he said with a smirk. Rolling his eyes he huffed “Because it actually helps people, not everything is sex or killing” He said a bit too deffensive. He was giving theraphy a shot because he was tired or feeling like a dark shadow was always chasing him. Arching his brow he crossed his arms over his chest “I don’t hate humans, I was one once even if I want to forget those times”

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Holden might’ve been young – in average – compared to these vampires and other supernatural beings but for years she had been graced (cursed?) with a front row seat in what was surely a hub of very important activity with their comings and goings. Voyeur was where they came to let loose and also somehow where they came do business. Also being so close to its owner had guaranteed Holden lived the most rigorous crash course on both The Society and the supernatural upon stepping foot in the lounge and getting hired, back when vampires were still just a sparkling, laughable urban legend in her brain… Thus, she was no stranger to Lucille, though she never thought she would see her dressed in this particular kind of attire. If anything, the visual dissonance made her even scarier. 

Swallowing hard and trying to keep her eyes away from the too red whisky in the blonde’s hand, she tried to promptly answer. “I have been a diligent and loyal employee for her during many years, Miss. I like to think I have proven my worth to her time and time again…” She tried to keep the hesitation and the quiver off her voice. “Or else she wouldn’t keep me around.” Would she be unhappy that she had been paired with Lucille? This was a Voyeur party after all. What if this was some kind of test? It wouldn’t be the first time. Holden lost focus, eyes darting around to see if Theo was watching her, only to land on the bright neon green outfit of a certain mermaid…

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Many years. She supposed it was many years, to a human. Granted, Lucille wasn’t very old for a vampire, but she still thought the human lifespan very short - and this girl didn’t look very old in the first place. Lucille tried to imagine a human proving their worth to her, but she genuinely couldn’t. She had never met a human who had tried, or, if they had, she had simply not noticed, given her lack of interest. “I suppose that’s true,” she admitted reluctantly. “She must see something in you. Even if I cannot.” Theodora Vallas was, to Lucille’s knowledge, not a foolish or naive vampire, after all. “You’re pretty, but in an average way. There’s little spark or spirit to you. You’re human, so you’re obviously fragile, helpless, cowardly. But I suppose loyalty does count for something.”

Groaning softly at the mental picture he threw his head back “So mean to me, mistress” He said playfully, the alcohol having stripped away all his inhibitions. At her question all he could do was giggle “To my therapist” He said with a grin “Beautiful woman, deserves the world” He nodded to himself “Who did you end up with that got you in such a foul mood?”

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This was horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible. For starters, a Society event rarely meant having the choice to not go. She was expected to be there, as a human, as Theo’s pet, as a member. And tonight was no different. Except, of course the venue was Voyeur and the last thing Holden wanted ever was having to spend one more second in the backdrop of her nightmares. And now it was packed to the brim with more people she knew than any other night. More supernaturals than usual. And something always went wrong in these parties. 

Holden just wasn’t used to it happening so early.

She was going to have to– what? To– whom? The human could feel herself paling as she was handcuffed to a furious Lucille Thompson, infamous for being some kind of hitwoman for the Charbonneau. Holden looked around, hoping to find Theo to tell her this was all a joke, but everyone seemed to be stuck in a predicament of their own. The tug on the cuffs almost had Holden falling flat on her face, trying to keep her balance on her platform shoes as she followed after Lucille. “…Yes, Miss.” She mumbled, trying to keep her composure. 

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Lucille had expected Theodora to want to keep her pet to herself during this, but perhaps she wanted to share the girl with others. To show what they were missing? She wasn’t sure why. Lucille had never understood the need for pets, especially human ones. She liked to keep lovers who she considered her equals. Or, at times, to serve those above her. Someone she could have an intelligent conversation with, while at the same time someone she could be rough with, without them breaking easily. Humans were hardly known for that. It made her almost curious what the Vallas woman saw in this one. She supposed she at least had the common sense to not talk back to Lucille, to keep up and address her politely. It was better than a human who thought themselves equal - or superior - to her kind.

Not glancing back once - she knew the girl couldn’t exactly escape - she made her way to the bar and ordered herself a blood infused whiskey. Sitting down with her drink in hand, she looked back at the girl now, while tapping her nails against the glass. “So, what exactly does Theodora Vallas see in a human like you?” she asked, partly musing out loud, partly curious to hear what the pet herself would say.

Listening to her brought all the hazy memories of tve blood moon back, so all he could do was down the rest of his drink in a go and turn around on his stool to look at her only to be rendered speechless by how good she looked “You look good to me,c He said with a shrug "That flies beacon color suits you” He had to keep appearances, ge didn’t dared to be weak with her again.

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Weak.

Pathetic.

Helpless.

A low growl escaped her, and she could feel her eyes flash yellow for a moment. At least she recognized the human as a Vallas pet, so she wasn’t in trouble of revealing anything about the supernatural world that the girl wouldn’t already know about. As the two were cuffed together, Lucille yanked hard on the cuffs, practically tugging the human with her. “I need a drink if I’m to get through this without ripping your throat out.”

51: Favourite food?

Sushi.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

No.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Shower and do my skincare routine.

58: Favourite weather?

Sunny, but not too hot.

59: Do you like the snow?

It's okay, when it's white and untouched.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

A friend.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

No.

Frowning at her words he huffed “Me? I didn’t do shit to you” He spat before crossing his arms and leaning against the wall of the elevatir. He had closed his eyes to try and calm himself down when he heard how….agitated she sounded. Opening one eye he peered over her and arched hus brow “Are you okay? Are you afraid of elevators?”

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“Your presence is annoying,” she said, which wasn’t entirely untrue - even if it wasn’t his fault, she hated that he was there in that moment. She was well on her way of working herself into a full blown anxiety attack as the elevator rode higher, the walls feeling like they were closing in on her. She couldn’t get out, she was stuck here. Just like she had been stuck in that wardrobe... She didn’t realize she was clenching her fists hard enough for droplets of blood to run between her fingers, down onto the floor of the elevator. She had almost forgotten Asher was in there with her until he spoke and she looked at him with an attempted glare, though it probably looked more terrified. “Why would I be afraid of something so... stupid?” she hissed. She was Lucille Thompson. A vampire. An assassin. A predator. “... I’m fine.”

When the smell of his own blood hit him, his body tensed but not in a bad wat. He could feel himself just hardening inside his pants at the feeling of the blood trailing down his neck. At her words he just chuckled “If this is how I have to go, so be it” He smirked, not really caring about how that may sound in other situations.

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“That’s why I have had such a great life…” He chuckled, knowing full well it was why he got away with all his mischief. “You’d be surprised, I have a little black book, some women just like to be treated like shit…” He snickered. “Oh yeah sure it’s not, I know full well how much you like me, no matter how much you want to deny it…” He groaned at her.’ Linus gave out a hiss when nails were raked down his skin “Kinky…” He chuckled, picking her up and hooking her legs around his waist.

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Taming advantage of the fact that she didn’t say anything abiut his roaming hands he led them run free, one going down her thigh only to find the evet present knife she always carried with her “Oh fuck” He groaned in her lips at the feeling of it in his hand and the slight pain it brought him when she bit him “Are we going to have fun with this?” He asked, pulling it out of het thigh gartner with a smirk.

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“I think you’ll find that you are very lucky. You have managed to catch my attention.” They stated, their voice low as they spoke. Dom allowed their hand to be guided underneath Lucille’s dress. “I can feel how prepared for me you are.” They ran their finger along the other vampire’s wet center. “Would be rude to keep you waiting.” With that, they pushed two fingers in. 

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“Oh yes, the most humble you’ll find” He grinned, rolling his eyes at the blonde. “Uh, you know I do. It’s why I get laid so much, I actually think you all like it more when I degrade you. Even if you want to be all woke and claiming I need to be a gentleman…” He scoffed “That’s what I thought, finally…” The vampire mumbled when Lucille finally just gave into him and began to kiss him. He didn’t know if he was more turned on by her or just that he was getting his own way yet again in life. When she shoved him he was about to hit back with words until she only gave in with kisses. It was nice and all but he wanted to be rougher with her.

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