#he4dhunts

the taste of blood had exploded in her mouth. tongue traced the inside of her cheek, the cut from her own cheek already oosing. the split lip. and it's not new. it's why she has avoided her parents mansion like the plague after she had married. their love usually means a firm right hook and locked in a room until she is too weak to protest their wishes. perhaps a gluton for punishment. it lives like a wildfire in her marriage. but there she clawed back without holding back. not even sure how they got here today, but it ended as it usually did. the hard glare from her father, an apology muttered out . . . a bow of her head before she'd walked out of her childhood home.

coming back and the house is silent. mostly. someone is moving around, there is silent chatter from one of the rooms kicking off her shoes and rather carry them, feet silent against the cold floors. and, all she wanted to do, was sink into a hot bath. sink under the surface, perhaps never to resurface. that might be a little dramatic. so what, she's allowed a few moments of self pitty. enough so, she is caught off guard when she comes face to face with him. a slight tug of her head as his hand lift, standing her ground but leaning back ever so little, eyes narrowing when his fingers go beneath her chin.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ELLIE KNEW THAT ONE .. day , the back alley would get her killed. or at the very least , set her up like one big horror movie. the rubbish had to be taken out - and everyone else had gone home. the bakery sat in a quieter part of town .. but ellie had always believed in the supernatural. which meant that yes .. the alley was indeed very haunted. dumping the massive plastic bag into the larger bin , ellie turned on her heel and almost let out a scream. she hadn't heard him appear. one minute she was alone behind her bakery - next .. there was someone with her. ❝ jesus .. ❞ her breath caught and a hand came to rest against her chest. over her heart. ❝ christ. ❞ palm pressed harder into her skin. ❝ where the hell .. ❞ she trailed off and let a smile tug at her lips. customer service at its best. ❝ you usually have a habit of scaring people in alleyways ? ❞

the laugh that comes out of her is sharp enough to cut glass. not a performance — a reflex. the kind that happens when something catches you so far off guard your body just picks a sound and commits.

“ pretty. that’s — yeah, okay. that’s new. you know what i think when a guy calls me pretty ? i think he wants something. and when a vampire calls me pretty — ” one beat. her mouth does something that’s almost a smile. almost. “ — i think he’s describing the menu. ”

𖤝 … @he4dhunts.

⸻ A rare occasion, truly, for her mask to slip and primal instinct to give way to carnage. Lahja is not usually so careless in how she murders and maims, and feeds. She's a silent predator, with all of the tact to match. It's her fault, she knows this.

She hasn't fed nearly enough, even if her hunger pains are manageable, and she's fresh from an admittedly senseless argument with her brother.

It's safe to reason that Beau is dangerously close to a backhand, at best, from the vampiress for his comments. Narrowly, she keeps clawed hands to herself, instead busying them with blotting gingerly at crimson-stained carpet with a cold rag.

A woman knows, more than anyone, how to coax blood from even the finest fabric.

❛ Your laziness nauseates me. ❜

Straight to the point, she is. When her eyes flick over to gauge his progress, what little there is, she can't even feign her surprise. Only a frustrated sigh escapes from her bloodied mouth.

❛ Useless, ❜ in a mutter, more to herself than him. If the shoe fits, though…

❛ Busy yourself, if you feel so inclined, by assessing the premises. This is around the time when hotel staff check rooms that are supposed to be empty. ❜

Why was an alley between two abandoned buildings such a high traffic area? Dani wondered if there was a memo she missed while spending her whole life chained away. It was the seemingly obvious escape route from the men one again after her, although their words made it seem like they didn't actually understand who was, merely that she was a woman alone. They tore themselves apart as soon as they made aggressive moves. Literally. Her powers causes them to rip their skin open, for their pores to burst open from the internal pressure within their veins. She just couldn't control herself. Case in point, one moment the men were advancing on her and the next they were splattered on the alley walls and dripping off her face.

She had escaped a few encounters between her and the Calhouns, each by the skin of her teeth. Ever since the five families put two and two together who this stranger was that wandered into Louisiana, she'd been dodging calls and dodging stakes left and right. That is, until she was ambushed. She kicked and thrashed at the person who had a hold on her, while someone else wrapped a silver chain around her neck and arms. Her strength drained to next to nothing, and her skin burned, etched with the marks of how the precious metal fell on her skin. Time gets away from her... When she wakes, it's on the ground. The silver is gone, and before her is a bag of medical blood on the ground, and an audience. She snatches the bag, and stands all too fast, she wobbles. Her rage is molten, and her gaze doesn't soften as it turns to her contender... "Is all this necessary?"