#zombie.king

Quentin had made sure Kegan went home early so he could close on his own — Josephine was supposed to come help him anyway and he felt like his co-worker and best friend deserved more time to be with Little Red. He had just finished counting the money out and began to rub his temples as mind began to wander. Chewing his lip, he looked at one of the more.. Naughty pictures his Queen had sent him. “She’ll be the death of me..” Quentin uttered under his breath, hands beginning to palm his groin and shuddered. “Fuck..” Biting down onto his lip, he sat back and squeezed himself through his skinny jeans, slowly undoing his jeans and pulling his half awake member out. Split tongue trailed over his upper lip as he began to slowly tease himself, tugging on his piercing and other modifications before soft hands squeezed around him. Slowly pumping, his back arched, teeth sinking more into his bottom lip as groans escaped his throat. “F-fuck..”

There was no easy way to break the news to Josephine, but right now.. He was on his way to the afterlife. He had written a letter in case of such an occasion would strike and the culprit was his drug addiction. The letter had been written on his finest stationary and the male had slaved over the right words.                        My beloved Koroleva,                                        I never thought this would happen in my wildest dreams.                       I knew my addiction was bad, I knew it would be the end                        of something for me, but I never intended it to be like this.                       I had thought we would have gone on to be married, have                       a bunch of little undead children running around, but that                       was not what fate had in store for us. I love you, Koroleva.                       I have from the moment I saw you. It was like my heart was                       was home again when I saw you. Like after years and centuries                       it had found it’s rightful place in your hands. The moment then                       I wanted to call you Queen, I wanted to love you and spoil you                       much like I already have.                        You are the reason why poets write, why artists paint — you are                       the embodiment of beauty if I have ever laid eyes on one. You                       are beautiful enough to have sailed a thousand ships in your                        name and a thousand of ever burning torches in my heart. I                       love you my darling Koroleva, I always will.. Even in the afterlife.                       I just wish we had more time and I wish addiction didn’t get the best                       of me, but you are far better than any drug I had the misfortune of                       trying. You kept me going back for more and you have filled my life                       with so much joy — I cannot thank you enough, Koroleva.                        I will be waiting for you on the otherside. I will be watching over you                       making sure no one hurts you — I will protect you and I will come for                       you when the time comes. Please don’t be too upset, please don’t                       cry for me. Tears never suited you, my love. The last few years have                       been glorious with you by my side — thank you for making them the                       best ever.                       I’ll love you forever, even into the next life. Take good care of yourself,                       Koroleva.                       King.

Everything was running like clockwork at Grindhouse Tattoo and Skate shop, they opened at noon and close at nine. Days were long but not unbearable as the owners of the shop did what they loved,  tattooing and musically. The shop was known for having the finest artists in the state of New York and often had celebrities coming in to get the best ink, but no one really caught the male’s eyes. Sure, he dated a few women here and there, became friends with a few people he looked up to and drew inspiration from, but no one really captivated him.. At least, not until today.He was behind the desk just having gotten done with a client and finishing cleaning his work station — the receptionist was sick, so those who currently didn’t have any piercings or tattoos to do were there and this time was the self proclaimed zombie. Taking a call and filling in an appointment slot, dark eyes glanced up at who had came into the shop. Two girls, both looking as if they could be sisters and both in dresses. One had dark red hair, the other black and both of them were white as snow. Eyes stayed longer on the raven haired girl than he would have liked, his usual friendly greeting being caught in his throat. She’s gorgeous.. My God, she’s gorgeous. Swallowing hard, a smile tugged on Quentin’s lips. “Welcome to Grindhouse, what can I help you with today? Do you have an appointment?” His brow quirked as he awaited for the women to answer, eyes not leaving the raven haired girl.The instant he saw her, his heart had felt like he was home again and it was something that could not be explained for the life of him. Even before he had looked up, the air in the room had changed and a strange sense of familiarity came to him. Quentin was never a man to believe in love at first sight, believing it to be things of fairy tales but this woman was making him into a believer. The male didn’t even know her name and already he felt compelled to call her his Koroleva, to sweep her off of her feet and spoil her in love and gifts — such a thing was not normal. She was the reason why poets could write, she was the source of every inspiration and his hand itched to write about her; to write about the undead angel that had walked into the shop and into his life. Well.. Maybe not quite his life just yet, but right now he didn’t want the girl to leave. He needed to know about her everything — her likes, dislikes.. Birthday. Yet it felt like he already knew all of these things, that somewhere it was buried deep in his mind and in all of the other men his soul has been.At this very moment he fell in love with a girl and he didn’t even know her name.

You’re making me laugh, sun glasses. Thank you! I needed this today after the shop being so stressful. But no. There’s only one Queen. She can’t be over thrown. 

She’s my Queen, simple as that and I am her King. I’m sure you’re the boring one, hell.. You’re behind a grey face. Try again to get under my skin, Kukla. xo

No, Kukla. I’m not a vampire. I’m a Zombie. If anything, I should remind you of a zombie.