#rach8

oh???? well, this was a nice change of pace. mapplethorpe had found himself curled up on the couch with the roku remote in his hand. ( a rare moment! ) though, rachel had been on some kind of business call in the other room and mapplethorpe had taken this moment to put on some mindless tv, planning on dozing. ( he chose love island. don't judge him, he likes reality tv. ) midnight blue eyes shift to watch rachel as she makes her way over to the couch.

"scoot over,"

@rach8

He knows his blood is a hot commodity. It's AB negative. Aside from having a balanced diet and steady workout routine, his blood held a certain enchanting ingredient. A bottomless mana made him fairly sought after from those who fed on the red life giving substance. Luckily for Rachel, he was more than happy to share his blood.

"Gracias mi amour," Chris replies. "I'll let ya know..."

The baker knew his limit. He already had a similar incident that required his ex to bribe the hospital for his blood type. Just remember to speak up the second he felt light headed. Soon, his eyes fill with a dark purple aura. A hand continues to caress her back before finally giving her three taps.

"Sorry to interrupt your meal..." Chris begins with a chuckle. "We need a minute to restock our customer's favorite."

He chuckles.

Kolviður turned down the narrow alleyway, boots clicking against cobbled stone. Amsterdam's quiet central lanes were mostly like this — pulsing with rot and easy to miss if you didn't know exactly where to look. Tourists never wandered too far into the seams of the capital, not this late. The sky was pitch black overhead, the stench of summer lingering in the air with red-lit glass glowing in the distance. It was almost the perfect city for a murderous beast to lure unsuspecting victims into a deadly trap and have their way with them. Perhaps that explained the two bodies already lifeless on the cold floor, or the third that joined them with a few twitches as their blood poured like wine into a gutter drain. Barbaric.

The woman — the creature — stood over the scene looking proud. Streaks of red coloured her otherwise dark features, looking like she'd viciously clawed her way inside someone's throat. A pretty scene. It wasn't the first time Kol had been made aware of her chaotic existence. They whispered about her sadism in France's underground, with a particular coven gifting her the moniker 'La Croqueuse'. She was a nomadic storm, known for her tricks and questionable jewellery choices. That's why he'd followed her here. He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, stopping before her with his eyes drifting up the length of her body. She looked beautiful. Not in that dull, statuesque way vampires often preserved their prey. She was covered in hunger, in violence, in cruelty, and she didn't know the meaning of the word 'shame'.

❛❛ You missed a spot. ❜❜ His palm pressed lightly against her cheek, fingers almost floating beneath her chin as he guided her gaze to his. The blood plastered across her lips was still warm when he wiped it with the pad of his thumb. He paused for a few moments, staring intently before having a taste. Her kill. Delightful. ❛❛ You're not being very subtle tonight, sweetheart. ❜❜ There wasn't accusation or distaste in his tone, only admiration. ❛❛ Four, five, just in todays count? You'll set the city ablaze at this rate. ❜❜ Kol grinned wide and his eyes glinted as if he was looking down at something precious. ❛❛ Are you hunting because you're hungry, or because men leave a particularly foul taste in your mouth? Don't worry — I'm not a very big fan of most gents either. ❜❜

"If you want." She replies with a sniffle, wiping her runny nose on the back of her hand. She's used to being alone, but it feels different tonight. It feels heavier, lonelier than usual. Maybe it's the full moon, she tells herself. Or maybe she's just getting sick. "I'm not usually all weepy and depressed, I promise."

Kolviður's eyes blinked when the smoke gathered against his nose, still opposed to the scent of nicotine but somewhat accustomed to it with the amount Rachel smoked. ❛❛ Nowhere noteworthy, ❜❜ he confirmed, preferring to spend their time somewhat in solitude — they'd have their chance to attend fancy balls and enforce cold-blooded massacres. Watching carefully as she rose, Kol swung his legs so that he was perched comfortably on the edge of the bed, completely undressed. He eyed his girl with an expression that made his relentless desire clear, half tempted to pin her down to the mattress and have his way with her. Gods, she was gorgeous.

"...."

A blink.

A pause.

Eyes stare at the purple tome in the vampire's hands. Occasionally his attention drifts to Rachel and back to the tome. That dark purple grimoire displayed his family's crest. A bright yellow moon that belonged to his mother, Regine Luna. Of all books to take, she chose that one?

Slowly, his hands take back the tome. It doesn't even register that she doesn't feel bad about stealing his stuff. Or that she was there when he was frantically searching for it for weeks. Damn near in tears about losing such an important part of his family history.

"...Oh...thanks...!"

Those soft brown hues slowly fill with an indigo colored aura, a few matching purple sparks of energy forming around him. Teeth damn near grinding as it all starts to hit him at once. Inidigo hues stare daggers at Rachel. For a moment.

Just a moment.

That hint of Regina Luna's anger reared it's ugly head. Just like his mother, a pair of tangible hands form behind him...ready to strike. But then he takes a deep breath...slowly calming himself down. He doesn't want to hurt his friend...

"I appreciate it," He mumbles. "My mother's tome back here safe. Thank you..."

A brief pause.

"It's getting late," he breathes out. "I think you should head out..."

It was a mandatory goodbye, for now. He wasn't sure how long it would be before the pair crossed paths again — it was necessary to sneak behind the front lines of a rival witch coven, the same group that had caused her harm a week prior, to demolish them from within. Rachel likely considered it was an extreme approach, but Kolviður was stuck in his tricky ways of covert operations and behind-the-scenes backstabbing. ❛❛ My acquaintances will take good care of you in my absence. Not that you'll need them. Rely on them the same way you rely on your stubborn side. ❜❜

She doesn't make the connection, to Elena it just seems like Rachels getting more into her. Wanting more, craving more. It's not like she'd complaining. Elena likes Kissing Rachel. She likes being the object of her attention. Rachel doesn't seem like the type of person that's easy to get to know or get close to. The fact that Elena seems to be getting closer is something that gives her a warm feeling in her chest.

She hasn't yet, but she might be on track.... for falling for Rachel.