#desmondxaugustine

Tagged by itsmyonlyweakness

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 Questions:

1. What is your favorite word?:

"I like the word...umm ahh...words are good."

2. What is your least favorite word?: 

“Weak...i've been called it too many times. It shouldn't exist."

3. What turns you on?:  

"Oh good question...bite my neck and pull my hair and I will be on my knees in no time. That and being smart enough to hold a conversation."

4. What turns you off?: 

"....Clothes are important if you can't dress yourself then forget it."

5. What sound do you love?: 

"The sound of gun fire"

6. What sound do you hate?: 

"Snapping bubble gum makes me shake with rage"

7. What is your favorite curse word?:

"Pompous dick bag is good but rather long." 8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?: 

"Well I worked in a strip club for a while so I could always go back there. I have been asked about modeling but I do have a few too many scars for that"

9. What profession would you not like to do?: 

"Answering phones or being a teacher...I can't be social for long amounts of time."

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?: 

"Hey Tiger welcome home...beers off to the right"

Bonus Questions:

1. Something most people don’t know about you?:

"Sometimes hugs are very nice."

2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?: 

"Lust or Wrath"

3. What are some notable merits and flaws?: 

"Ummm I'm quick on my feet...does that count? And I get angry a bit too easily."

4. Sexual Preference?: 

"I've dabbled in everything."

5. What position do they sleep in?: 

"Right side of the bed facing the door, knees up to chest gun under the pillow. If i'm with someone then i curl up with them."

6. Favorite sexual position?:

"I am very much a submissive so take your pick."

7. If they could change one thing about their lives, what would it be?: 

"I wouldn't have answered these questions."

It was the kind of night that made her want to be out on the streets, roaming the city with her friends like there was only today. The taste of the air in the summer wind reminded her of funnel cake and oranges. It was probably wafting from one of the street vendors near Herald Square. Tonight was a Broadway night, a night for rebellious music and laughter until the early morning. There was no school in the morning. There might have been parents expecting them home, but they didn't care- New York was safe. 

Raucous, joyful laughter erupted from two girls they left one of the many tourist trap restaurants. They knew they were tourist traps, of course, but Tehra and her friends had decided to spend the day as tourists. And why not? They were young and in love with the city's bright lights and endless possibilities.  "Tehra! You know our waiter was totally checking you out! You should go for it, he's a college guy! At NYU too, studying for law school. He'll make a lot of money!" A redhead giggled at the brunette standing next to her.  "Oh stop it Kate, the minute he finds out I'm fifteen, he'd run for the door!" Tehra laughed, nudged her friend in the shoulder as she waited for the light to change "Besides, it's getting late, we should head for the subway station, it's like three blocks this way." "Oh, have a little fun, Tehra! You act like you're 30, wanting to go home- it's only ten!" Kate laughed, pulling at her arm and pulling her towards the neon lights of some clubs down the road "That place down there doesn't ID, and the make drinks that glow in the dark!" Kate urged.  Relenting, Tehra sighed and turned away from the illuminated crosswalk sign. "Fine, fine, but only one drink. I don't want to get wasted around a bunch of strangers in Herald Square." She allowed her friend to pull her to the club.  A few minutes later, they were sitting at the bar with a college guy on either side and a glowing blue shot in each hand that the boys had purchased for them. Tehra was engaged in a very passionate conversation about the quality of shows on HBO and whether or not they'd get better. Laughter was coming easy, and she even allowed herself to have a second shot before her guy said he needed to go. Tehra waved him farewell and turned on her barstool to have a conversation with Kate and her gentleman. After a bit longer in the bar, Kate said she was exhausted and Tehra was inclined to agree. Looking up at the nice guy they'd been chatting with, she asked him a question "Would you mind walking us to the subway? It's a bit late and I think Kate's had a little too much for me to support her on my own." Tehra laughed.  The man nodded, helping Tehra aid Kate off her barstool. Their hands brushed and she noticed his hands were ice cold. Odd, but the air was on pretty high- it was summer after all. Soon enough, they made it outside.  "Here, I know a shortcut." He offered, motioning to the alley next door. Tehra wasn't fond of the idea, and told him as such. He met her eyes and told her it would be okay, and follow him. For some reason, that made her feel better, and they followed him down the shortcut. "Not much further, the 6 is just right here." He smiled charmingly. But there was something off about that smile, his canines were just a little... too...sharp. 

Tehra had been falling behind, and she scurried to catch up. Just as she got within arms reach of helping the stranger move Kate again, he pinned Kate to the wall and began to.. kiss her neck. "Hey! Stop it! She's too fucking drunk for that shit!" Tehra yelled, grabbing his arm to pull him off of her. 

He threw her arm off of his as he turned and bared his fangs at her. She was about to scream when the hand that wasn't holding Kate covered her mouth. "Don't fucking scream!" he commanded as he met her eyes. She didn't listen, she tried to scream- but no sound would come. The monster of a man turned his away from her then, and sank his fangs into Kates neck. Kate screamed, but the vampire muffled her cries with his hand as his body pinned her to the wall.  Tehra leapt on him, brandishing a knife she'd had in her pocket, it sank into his shoulder, but he was unfazed. In fact, he growled at her louder and backhanded her hard enough that she fell to the ground, her knife clattering to the other side of the alley. The man dropped Kate to the ground for a moment before kneeling down to Tehra. He grabbed her chin roughly in his hand, strength unlike anything Tehra had ever known forcing her to look into his eyes.  "You are a fighter, aren't you, little mouse...god you won't just let me enjoy my meal. Fine then, looks like I'll have to make you. You are not to move, you are not to speak, you are not to so much as whimper until I am done. And then I'll figure out what the hell to do with you." He growled, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He released her chin, but Tehra found she could not will herself to stand up. No muscle in her body would move- it was like being tied up without a single rope. She tried to speak, to make any sort of sound, but her lips merely parted in silence. Eyes widened in horror as her heart rate picked up.  "Keep your heart racing like that, little mouse, and I'll have to take a break from her and taste you. You're lucky I tasted her before I saw your spirit. You know, spirit is the best flavor blood can have." He laughed darkly before he picked the nearly unconscious Kate up again. His teeth lowered to the redhead's neck and he continued drinking his fill, making sure he was in full view of the other young girl. 

He finished taking his fill and tossed Kate's body carelessly to the side. Unable to speak or gasp or cry, Tehra could only watch, and smell, and think. The air still smelled like funnel cake and oranges but Kate's heart had stopped beating. It was clear for the way her body hit the ground like a rag doll. Wide blue eyes were locked on the form of the dead girl until Tehra felt surprisingly soft hands roughly grab her arm and pull her to her feet. "Your turn, kid." He said with a laugh as he slammed her body into the wall of the alley way "Although, I might take a taste now and save the rest of you for later." He moved his nose close to her neck and hair, taking a long draw of the scent. "Oh you are decadent, aren't you little mouse..." 

She was a fairly average girl, with a fairly average life. She and her mother worked in a flower shop, arranging bouquets and assortments with occasional help from her younger siblings, while her father was a hardworking business man trying his hardest to make it in stocks like everyone else. It was a good life, a bit of calm in the middle of the roaring 20's.

Until the day when everything changed.

Remy had been dutifully helping her mother with a special arrangement while she tried to keep the kids from running about the shop. Her father had spent most of the day upstairs in the family's flat, pacing about and worrying over money as he always did. He was a bit of a greedy man, but always for the sake of his family... or so Remy had thought.

When a fancy black car pulled up on the street outside the shop, Remy had assumed it was the man come to pick up the flower arrangement for his wife. But the moment a young man and two larger men stepped out of the car, Remy knew something was wrong. Still, she greeted them as they walked in, as did her mother with a child in each arm. Just as the blonde man before her started to speak, Remy's father burst in from the hall that led to the stairwell which in turn led up to the family's flat.

"M-M-Mr. Augustine," her father sputtered, immediately sparking more worry in the young woman. Her father never sputtered unless he was afraid, and if he, a six-foot-tall, grown man of a musclar enough build was afraid, Remy was terrified. Upon closer inspection of the three men, Remy noticed slight bulges at each man's hip. Guns. Likely loaded.