NEVER SIGNED UP FOR YOUR DRAMA CLUB

“I happen to have many fun ideas.” Micah sat up and stretched his arms out above his head with a groan. Wow, he’d been sitting still for far too long. “Micah.” The witch chirped. He wagged his finger at her as if he were trying to place a face to a name. “You uh–you run the toy shop, don’t you? I like that place.”

“Oh do you now, little witch? Do tell, what kind of ideas do you have exactly?” Skye said curious as she lent against the wall causally, her painted red lips tugging up into a smile. “I do, it is my pride and joy. What do you like about it, exactly?” 

Sam curiously scanned the shelves of items as he wandered closer toward the mistress. He had in fact eaten a generous portion of food this morning after he’d gotten word from Skye. Considering what he owed her, he knew it would be a good idea to have something in his stomach before meeting. After all, a good hunter always came prepared, right? “This morning.” he nodded and picked up one of the toys to examine it with a less than discerning eye before putting it back. “Courtesy of the beach house.”

“Thought I might need my strength.” Even if Skye was relatively delicate and small looking, the hunter knew better than to underestimate her. Though Sam wasn’t entirely accustomed to being drank from, he’d had a few encounters in his past. Despite the encounters not necessarily being all that pleasant, he knew he wouldn’t mind the sensation. Hopefully, they could at least make it a little fun. Given her choice of business, surely she knew fun right? 

“That is good to hear,” she said and meaning it. Her years on island, while Skye never claimed a slave for herself, she had been interested in them and how they were treated. She was a bit of a sadist after all. Knowing that they weren’t given much food, when she did rent one to feed from she made sure to feed them and treat them as well. It made them want to come back after all, to trust her. “How is the beach hose treating you?”  Taking a few steps towards him, she smiled gently at him closing the gap between them. Reaching up she placed a hand on his cheek and looked up to meet his eyes. It was one reason she always wore heels, she was tiny and had make up for that height somehow. She was tired of people taking her for granted because of her size - though they shortly learned how wrong they were when they tried to do so -. “Have you ever been feed from before?” Skye asked curious if she was dealign with a ‘virgin’ or not. 

“Depends.” Micah pursed his lips, his eyes wandering over her form. “But you strike me as a Type AB kinda gal. Wanna go to the pub? I’m bored out of my mind.”

Oh well that wasn’t what she was expecting. Lips curling into a smile she nodded her head to indicate the door could be open. “That sounds like a fun idea. Haven’t been to a pub in a while here.” Normally she was busy with work or her best friend, so when she needed to drink she went for the source. “Do you have a name?”

sinnamon rolls w/ @mistressxskye​

After the events of the carnival, Sam was tired. But surely all of the slaves were. The night had been a physical and mental nightmare. But the hunter had considered himself lucky. After all, he’d managed to get himself a substantial reward and make it out without receiving a single punishment. And what a reward it was. They’d set him up in a private beach house with Lovell for the week and given him some sort of faux freedom.

Though it wasn’t exactly the freedom Sam wanted or was hoping for, he knew not to squander it. It was as good as it was going to get. But there was something still on his mind. The promise he’d made Skye. He owed the mistress a day and while he wasn’t exactly sure what that would entail, he wasn’t one to go back on his word. So, when he’d received word from her to meet, he obliged.

After wandering past the extensive array of toys that filled the erotic store, he finally found the mistress. “Told you I wouldn’t lose.”

Oh she had been very pleased when she heard that her little human had won the prize. A week of fake freedom, how very good for him. Skye, how ever, was just pleased that her vial of blood went towards a winner, since it wasn’t something she gave out so easily. No, her blood was precious and it was the reason why she only chose two people to give it to. 

Sitting in her office at her little shop the vampire was looking over some files when she heard the door to the shop jingle indicating that someone was there. It didn’t take long for her to catch the scent of her little champion and she was pleased that the other decided to come when called. So he took direction, that was good. Leaving her office she stepped out into the store and smiled at the sight of him. Fake freedom looked good on him.  “You did.” That was more than she could say about her other vial of blood but that wasn’t important now. What was, was-- “Momma was feeling a bit peckish. Have you eaten today?”

“Wake up on the wrong side of the coffin there, cutie pie? Looks like you could use a little pick me up.”

“Coffin? That’s a new one,” Skye said with a smile as she looked over at the boy who had spoken. “That depends, what do you have in mind for this pick me up?”

“I know, but I do so adore you my queen so I’ll indulge you.” Leo chuckled, smirking at the kiss she pressed to his cheek. When Leo felt someone was important to him he loved to spoil them with all the things they might desire, anything he could give them. So Skye very often got her way whenever she asked him for anything. He rolled his eyes a little at being told he could do better, honestly the only way he could do better was if he just dated a clone of himself, then he’d reached the pivotal of success. “But the heart wants what the heart wants bambi, and mine is addicted to french painters.” Leo chuckled, though he followed where she led him, it was always fun to go with the flow when Skye was on a mission. 

Ignoring his pathetic little attempts at telling her he actually liked the human, she interlaced her hand with his and tugged him along the way. She could remind him that there were better things out there in life than some silly little painter. “Come one, we both know this is just the boy of the month. You just need to find another one to remind you of this.” Really she had no idea where she was leading him, just that she was doing so in hopes to distract him from trivial things. When she spotted the haunted house, she was reminded of the puppies and said, “come on, I want a puppy now. Let’s cause some chaos, yes?”

“No, that’s just what I like most about you.’ the taunting was quickly reciprocated, Seth chuckling quietly all the while. “Nuh-uh-uh.” the vampire shook his head at the pretty lady, a smirk spreading further across his lips. “You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself, Skye. Just like the rest of them.” 

Head nodded in the direction of the slaves and other masters and mistresses. “Telling you would just rip the fun right out of it.” At least, for him it would. “Who do you take me for?” feigned offense was laced within his words, playful, much like their casual banter. 

“Who do I take you for?” She asked repeating his question with a soft scoff. “I take you as someone who is fun, Seth.” Her voice was teasing as she stepped closer to him with her wide doe eyes that were anything but innocent. “You do remember how to be fun, right?”  It was one reason she liked being around the vampire king, other than the power that he had that is. They could be kindred spirits, finding a mutual love for chaos and destruction - or at least in Skye’s eyes the had it -. That and he was easy on her eyes, always a plus.  

“my arousal…” that sounded a lot better than hard on. her voice was easily the most soothing thing luka has ever listened to. he could listen to her talk all day if he had the chance to. that combined with the fact she insisted that she would stand up for him if need be made his heart flutter excitedly in his chest. she really was amazing, wasn’t she? it didn’t take long ( as usual ) but luka was enamored with skye. “you’re really amazing,” he couldn’t help himself from saying. a small little grin pulling at his lips. “i wish more people were like you…it’s rare. finding people who - who don’t wanna put you down, or make fun of you or - or hate you for being human. i - i mean i’ve never done anything…hurt anyone i just…i don’t know. i was sold here by someone b-but there’s other people here who are bad so i guess it gives us all a bad name.” luka rambled, but also lied. he has hurt someone and he knew he has. but that was his own past he didn’t wish to bring up. 

“i know i am,” she with a soft smile on her face because she knew she was amazing. no one else - not counting leo - ever told her this when she was much much younger, so she had to learn to tell herself this. though it was always nice to hear it from a cute little thing like luka. listening to him talk with a serious look on her face. it wasn’t like her to be this kind to someone, perhaps she was getting sick, but with a sigh she shook her head. “i can be mean. i can be very mean but that it only to people who have wrong me in my life.” it was one of her regrets that she didn’t get to kill her husband herself after what he did to her, but at least leo was the one to do so. she knew he suffered at the hands of her ‘brother’ and that was enough for her. “i am not trying to scare you, i just want you to know that i can be like them,” she explained with a soft tone to her voice, “but if you are good for me, i won’t have to let you see that side of me, okay?”

“Because killing entertainment would leave us with no entertainment. And I quite like all of your money, too.”  a wink had been sent off her way, something wildly comical about the way she just wanted to see some more shit hit the fan. It was a shared sentiment, honestly. But then again, this wasn’t nearly over yet. 

“Now, now. Do not get presumptuous, Skye. We both know that all I ever do I do for my own self – no offense. Though, having your confirmation on the matter does flatter my ego.” 

“Oh is that what you like about me? My money?” Skye teased with a playful eye roll at him. The girl was aware he was right - he normally was - but still some of them could still die and there would be plenty more where they came from... That was the funny thing about humans, they keep making more of them. 

“I know I know, but a girl can dream.” With a soft dramatic sigh she pouted and looked over the scene again. Never being one that had any romantics in her life when she was a human, the girl tended to take to a bit darker things in life. Who needed flowers when blood and chaos was more fun? “So what else do you have planned for the night’s festivities?”

Leo saw that hopeful little look in Skye’s eyes and knew well he just couldn’t say no. He rarely denied her anything, he was a pushover when it came to his queen after all. So if she wanted an undead guard dog well, Leo would deliver. Perks of being a necromancer after all. “You won’t be able to keep one of these pooches, the spell for them will be temporary but I’ll figure something out to make you a perfect zombie puppy all of your own.” He promised, twirling Skye around in a fancy flourish before Leo had her back at his side. “He is that cute, he’s the damned cutest person here. I don’t know what it is about him bambi but I just adore him. He can talk about art and he likes listening to my stories and while I’d love to dress him better he still likes the comfy things I buy him.” Leo sighed rather dreamily. 

Skye’s painted red lips turned up into a pout when he said she couldn’t have one of those puppies. About to start begging - the only time that girl begged in her life was when she wanted something - when she heard him continue to explain he would get her one somehow. Standing on her tip toes she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, smiling. “You are the best. You spoil me too much.” Not that she was complaining. Pulling away she saw her best friend’s face and frowned. Oh no, he was falling. Shit. “You can do better, Leo. You know you can do better. Come on, let’s go find you another toy to play with.” She said as she tugged on his hand. 

“because i didn’t…mean to force that on you…my um…you know..” arousal. he didn’t like making people uncomfortable, or annoyed with him or how he reacted to stuff that sometimes shouldn’t be sexualized. “yes,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze briefly until he heard her next words and felt that cool hand cupping his cheek. if she was telling him not to be sorry then surely it was okay and she was not upset with him for being inappropriate which was a relief. “you would do that? for a human?” he questioned softly, looking down into her eyes as if to study her response and facial expression. humans were the lowest of the low around this place, and her promising that to him seemed like a dream. “i’ve - i uh never had anyone offer to do something like that for me…m’ not sure i deserve it.”

“it’s okay, baby, you can say it.” skye said in a more calming voice trying to get him to say the words out loud. in her mind there was nothing wrong, sex was a part of life and something she enjoyed and was good at. to her it was as normal as having to eat or bathe. “i would,” even if she wasn’t a human she would do that for him, for anyone actually. “no one should be shamed for what they are into. you like what you like, end of story.” skye herself had been repressed in her life, brought down over and over by people around her for things she couldn’t control. she may be a bit crazy and sometimes a bit ‘evil’ but damn she would stand up for someone who needed it. “you do...don’t ever think otherwise.”

The left corner of the male’s mouth twisted upwards in a tiny smirk, shoulders shrugging nonchalantly as he kept on staring into the far distance. “What gave it away?” he chuckled “Was it the homicidal twist to it all? Was that too much?” 

Of course it hadn’t been too much – in all fairness, Seth believed it wasn’t nearly enough. Some of these slaves could take so much more, deserved so much more than just a temporary scare or injury. They were all fucking heathens. 

“Is the show up to your standard, Skye?” 

“Too much?” The girl asked with a gasp as she looked over at him like he had told her that her dress was ugly. The audacity of it all. “If anything I think you gave them too many chances to survive all this,” she said with a wave of her hand as she looked at everything around them. It really was a pretty little scene of chaos. “Remind me why we have to let them live?” Pausing as if she was thinking about his words, as if there was actually a chance that it wasn’t up to her little ol’ standards. Finally when she did speak she nodded her head and said, “I believe it is. Don’t tell me you did this all for me.” Of course she was teasing him but if he had, well she wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

“Dead dogs? I could make my own little pack of ghastly zombie hounds.” Leo laughed at the thought, a grin on his lips that spread after the kiss. It would be rather funny to make some half-rotten hounds run around chasing unsuspecting slaves. No one else really understood their particular brand of humour or chaotic delights, they really were two halves of the same whole. “Two boys for you to enjoy, I’m almost jealous my dear, except that we both know I am taken with my own darling boy.” 

A soft gasp escaped her as she took in his head. Looking up at him with her big brown doe eyes, she smiled and for a second looked like the young human who had found a friend in her new husband’s brother. “Can I keep one if you do? I want a dead puppy.” Perhaps not the best choice of words but it worked and he knew what she was talking about. She wasn’t even sure if it was possibly but how cute would that be if she could get to keep one! Her own little zombie dog as a pet. Oh the trouble they could cause. “Mmm, I know and it’s been making you boring. What is so special about this one anyway? He’s not that cute.”

“Something a little bigger? I have to trade size for quantity darling. A hundred rats or a couple corpses, whatever takes your fancy.” Leo shrugged, more than happy to indulge Skye in whatever chaos she so chose. He knew the limitations of his powers and he knew that if he rose dead humans he’d have to deal with their spirits pestering him until he resolved their wishes or he’d have to bind them and that took a lot more power and concentration than Leo was willing to spend on a prank. As she spoke, Leo was clearly interested when she mentioned a cute little thing that had caught her attention. “Oh he did? Naughty little boy, that’s quite adorable my love.” He laughed with her, finding it rather amusing, Skye had that ability to enamour anyone, without the need for compulsion. “You lucky duck darling. Introduce me, I demand to see this little slave who’s so fun.” 

“Something bigger than rats but not as big as corpses,” Skye explained leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “You want them to be able to tell that they are dead...rats are too tiny.” A soft giggle escaped her at this fact and idea in her head. The slaves running scared when they realize whatever was trampling through the haunted house was because of them...This was why they got along so well after all these years. They were two halves of a whole. “Oh I will. I got two boys wrapped around my little pinky finger in one night. This may be the best carnival I have been to.”