HEY, BLUE.

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Cyn hated this part about finding her next meal. She had spent only a few minutes with this man who had been lonely all his life, never even seen a naked woman beyond a computer screen or magazine. But god he smelled about as sweet as a pastry shop to her and she wanted to make him her next meal. As a result, that meant the succubus had to sit and listen to him ramble about his life and tell little white lies to make sure he was still holding her attention, but Cyn was only there for the climax. That was…until it happened so quickly. His bashful yet sweet smile was replaced with a mouth agape and an empty gaze. Turning her gaze to the culprit, the bartender revealed his nature and had the gall to tell her to forget about it, giving her a rather odd look in the process. “You have the fucking audacity to feed from my meal ticket, kill him, and are just now asking who I am? I swear to fucking god, the people in this place all share one brain cell.” She snarled, threading her hands through her hair as she looked down at the dead body, feeling her own hunger curling and writhing within her as she was denied food.

To be honest, Freddie should’ve realized from the beginning that she wasn’t all around normal but he also stopped giving a shit about people who walked into his bar. It was somewhere that he could easily get people, but maybe the dullness of the 21st century had gotten to him. Eying her up and down, he frowned... he knew of all of the vampires in the region, he thought. He’d been around long enough. There were a lot of creatures and ‘monsters’ like him roaming around, but some were more dangerous than him so he was worried he was getting some kind of mutation angry at him. He closed his eyes for a moment, making sure the rest of the people at the bar were under his little coercion so they could speak freely without creating question. “I mean, you’re not wrong... everyone’s basically under my control in this place because I have control issues but I’d like to think I have at least five braincells,” he murmured, sighing and taking a few steps back. “How bad are you at getting meals, then? This man was... I mean, probably one of the most annoying humans I’ve come across in the last hundred years.” 

plot: freddie owns a bar and your muse is on a bad first date. either your muse is supernatural, or they’re human and know how to avoid vampire coercion for some reason. could be a hunter or not, it’s all up to you!

— stephanie finally eased herself from her much-needed slumber, the thin, crisp sheets covering her more intimate regions as she peeled herself away from the soft, egyptian pillows and sat up against the headboard. she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the blonde, adamant not press her more than she had to. it was clear she was still wrestling with her doubts and insecurities so if steph added her two cents now, who knew what would happen ? with her own feelings aside, no matter how easily tempted she might have been at the start, to dominate the indomitable in ava, one thing remained — they had still been serving a purpose, as it were, to each other, scratching their separate proverbial itches together. there was no room among the sordid tangle of sheets for feelings that carried their own weight to them to emerge from their wanton bliss. or so she told herself. stephanie would’ve been lying if she didn’t catch herself thinking about ava and the life they could’ve shared had they been free to do so. yet, what did that serve to the bigger picture ? especially when ava had so much more to lose if they were found out. she wasn’t going to jeopardise her former beau’s marriage for the sake of sharing a moment like this again — no matter how much she wanted to. “ well, touché, i genuinely can’t remember a time i’ve fallen asleep with a smile after sex, it was that good ” steph caught herself smiling, the beginnings of a warm laugh bubbling in her throat as she savoured ava’s compliments. her brow furrowed at the stark difference in how they’re dressed, sensing an inner battle she desperately wanted to put a pause on. “ listen, i know you said no questions but i need to ask for my own ego’s sake … do you regret what we did last night ?”.

ava didn’t have to explain any further, indiana got it. she could hear the truth in the inflection of the blonde’s tone. she remembered what it had been like to be closeted, she hadn’t come out to her parents until she was engaged, and even then it had been reluctant, but she couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to have to fake an entire marriage. well. she had some experience with faking a loving marriage, but at least she had been attracted to her wife at one point. “she is.” indiana replied, leaning back against the sink as she did, shaking her head as she surpressed a chuckle “it’s a we’re waiting for our youngest to go to college to divorce kind of deal” she explained, matter of factly. “he’s 16, so.. just a few more years.” she shifted, folding her arms across her chest “that being said, she doesn’t know about my extra curriculars. I’m assuming yours doesn’t either?”

NANCY: clearly, for example, ‘why is our sons’ head so fucking big’? NANCY: whatever, i’m getting paid so i guess i can’t really complain. NANCY: YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?! have you ever kept a girlfriend? NANCY: i think your alien tongue has scared them all off, NANCY: you suggestion i shave my head? cause i’ll do it. NANCY: it could be worse, i could your haircut from back then.  NANCY: anyways, i’m ready, so come pick me up or whatever.