#savagefxcks

There were only so many ways Electra could distract herself successfully. Reading worked most days, curling up with her pit bull and a good book she’d probably read millions of times already while she listened to the rain was normally her go to for any bad day. 

Except for this one.

So instead she baked. Cookies and muffins and cupcakes, chocolate and vanilla and toffee, baked goods of all shapes and sizes littered her tiny kitchen table and counter until she couldn’t find a place to put her tea down anymore. The last time Electra had to distract herself, let her mind get lost in measurements and mixing batter, had been when Violet casually mentioned Alex had a date. They’d had enough muffins to feed themselves for two weeks after. A few stale ones had been left in her breadbox to greet the red head the night she got back into town, so stale and hard that even Rufus hadn’t wanted them. Had she thrown those out yet? She couldn’t remember. 

She hoped, though she knew better, that maybe if Violet had missed her baking enough that the blond would be too busy stuffing her face full of sugar to yell at her. At least for the first hour. When Violet had agreed to come crash at Lectra’s house for the night Electra wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or scared before deciding that it was a little bit of both. At least if Violet was yelling at her it meant things could get back to normal.

Kind of.... Maybe....

 The house was old and broken, much like the family that had lived there, at one time or another. However, whoever they had been was long since gone, but that didn’t stop people from trying to live there. Squatters, mostly. Vagabonds and those who held no place in the whole of society found themselves seeking shelter in this small house.

     But the shelter had given way to death.        Several of the bodies had been there for days,        though their wounds seemed very recent. The        puddles of blood were cold, but still not quite just       stains in the wood. 

Long nights, city lights, holding his hand as we take over the night. We dance to our own sounds, taking in the poisonous chemicals that feel good. We are the shadows, moving through the dark, yet the boy with the mess in his head is my light. Bright as could be with a burning flame between his lips. An addictive kiss. 

Entangled fingers, skipping heartbeats, adrenaline in my veins that only he causes. My tough boy, my rough boy, my sad and stressed boy, MY boy. With eyes as blue as the sea, hiding restless storms behind them, yet he's ever so content with me. A bad boy facade, acting like he doesn't give a fuck, but I know he hurts, I see the pain. I promise to take it away, even for a single day. A lustful, careless adventure, a wolf and a Rose, we fill the night with our rebellious antics. I'll love him tonight, you have my full and undivided attention, my affection, just you, me, easing the sexual tension.

The room was spinning, everything felt as if it were in the middle of a raging storm in the middle of an angry ocean. "Oh fock-" the raspy groan broke through the silence that filled the small room. The giant adjusted himself, suddenly feeling the light weight that rested on his arm. "O-oh, well 'ello there." he whispered, his eyes finally taking in the blonde, sleeping beauty. He took a moment to bask in the moment. To take every part of her in. The way her tussled blonde locks covered a portion of her face, the way her lips partially opened when she breathed, or the way her hand softly rested on his chest. He didn't want to forget this.

With a soft sigh, he smiled blissfuly, that was until he felt the stirring of another. "Alek?" he lifted his head, seeing the messy curls of the beta on the opposite side of Violet.

Hey, everyone. I'm finally logging on to do the three replies that I owe. As always the people I'm replying to will be tagged in this post. Also, if anyone else wants to rp just let me know. 

The booming of fireworks, and cheers of the new year had finally ended. The drunk arguments, loud laughter, jack ass antics, had finally been put to rest for the long night. The savage house was silent, that was until a loud passing of gas, ripped through the silence, awakening the drooling, blonde giant from his comatose like slumber. "Whot tha fock!?" he groaned, rolling over to find a half naked, open mouthed, Alek clinging to him.

He took a moment to rub at his eyes, and laugh to himself while watching his best friend mumble in his sleep. "Alek...Alek...-" he whispered, nudging him, "there's a unicorn in ya closet,mate and he's givin' ya the eye." but before he could enjoy the reaction from his drunk friend, there was a sudden loud bang! Loud enough to startle the giant, causing him to jolt up. "tha fock?" he whispered to himself. The sudden noise had even caused Alek to stir in his sleep.The savage home was occupied by many, so it wasn't rare to hear a sudden loud noise in the middle of the early morning. 

A few moments passed, and the home was silent again, that was until another bang echoed through the home, followed by another, than another. "Is tha' a knock, Whot is tha'?" It wasn't his home, so he didn't want to be the one to answer, but he didn't hear anyone getting up to investigate. He carefully adjusted himself so that he wouldn't wake Alek, and quietly made his way out of the room. Finding himself at the top of the stairs, he peered down into the darkness. The bangs hadn't ceased and seemed to be getting louder and more frantic. "This feels weird Nate, don't do it, don't go down there." He told himself. But he couldn't help it, he was curious. He slowly stepped down the stairs and made his way to the front door. He stared for a moment, at the door. Watched as it shuddered from the loud hits. " 'ello?" he yelled. "Who's there?" but of course, there was no answer.

He took a second, thinking back to everyone and their whereabouts. Aiden and Ryder hadn't left, they were asleep in the home somewhere, having passed out early from drinking, besides, they never used the front door, The same for Violet. Tyler has keys, and Rose would use her witchy powers to let herself in. He knew Oliver well enough to know he would rather sleep in his car than rudely awaken the household, plus Nathan was positive he had saw him help Tyler to his room before he himself had gone to bed. Which left no one from the household, to be behind the door. "Oi! I don't know, 'ew you are, but s'focking late and I 'ont think tha owner of the house would appreciate your rudeness. Best be on ya way!"