twisted.

To say Kaia was restless was a bold understatement. Her second in command was missing. Literally vanished into thin air at the Blood Feast. She knew it had something to do with the vampires, but that wasn’t going to stop her from interrogating every creature she came across that even looked like they might have a guess.  Which, to the world’s dismay, was pretty much everyone the alpha came across. God, she could hear the previous alphas rolling in their graves about how this ‘isn’t how true leaders acted’. However, she liked to think of it as giving in to her more primal side after shoving it down for the entirety of her life. Stalking through an alleyway, Kaia’s eyes never left her next suspect. As soon as she saw the chance, she took it, pinning them to the brick wall, her hands on their shirt collars, red eyes blazing. “Do you have any connection with the vampires? Did you see anyone being dragged away at the Blood Feast?” She questioned immediately with a low growl. 

-

Demitri frowned. “Of course you did.” He grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He had yet to teach her how to clean up her messes and he supposed it was his fault. That didn’t stop him from becoming annoyed, though. 

He grabbed a glass of blood from the fridge and began sipping on it as she took a shower. Thoughts of Valerie began to take over his mind. He wondered how she was doing, where she was, and when he’d see her again. If you see her again. He reminded himself and it only caused him to clench his jaw.

The Vampire was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the fledgling speak. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Demitri insisted as his eyes found hers. “Not a scratch on me. It takes more than a booby trapped maze to kill me off. Sorry, little one, but you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” 

Willow clenched her jaw at his response. She didn’t know what she expected. She’d seen enough of the vampire to know there wasn’t an ounce of compassion or care in his body. Instead of defending her question, Willow rolled her eyes. “Alright.” She said finally, “I won’t ask again.” Her tone was snarky and annoyed, she sat down on the nearest couch with a huff, not really understanding why she had a desire to be near him at the moment. The fact that it most likely had to do with the stupid sire bond was not a thought Willow was willing to entertain.

“I would. There are other predators out there that would happily have you as a snack. You’re no use to me dead. Even as a human you have strength beyond measure. I’m…not ready to lose you just yet Charlotte.” Pia looked away, suddenly finding the paint more appealing than the words that came out of her mouth. She wasn’t ready to unpack what she just said. It’s easier to pretend like she didn’t. “Think you can sleep or are you ready to show me what you can do?”

Charlotte blinked in awe of the words that had left Pia’s lips. She wasn’t sure what to respond to that, she wasn’t sure if she should respond to that. Luckily, the elder vampire moved on like nothing had happened and Charlotte did the same. “I don’t think I’m going back to sleep, but there’s not much I can do.” She insisted with a small laugh. 

“Nah. I came for the view. Alcohol is shit everywhere.” He drank the swirl down, slid the glass back over the bar and did not order another. instead, reclined on the seat, resting his arms behind him. “It was worth the climb, I think. Bit of a pain in the ass to get here, you know that? Ever think about making a lift?”

Kaia had to laugh at that. “Fair point. And I get it, the view is truly unmatched.” From the Clocktower, you could see nearly everywhere in Lupis, the area itself stunning. “I’m aware.” And she was, it wasn’t really bad of a hike for wolves, their stamina far superior to humans and other species. “And adding a lift would entice and encourage more outsiders to visit.” Kaia looked the man over, clearly, he had the confidence of a hunter. She just wondered if he had the skills to back it up. And even if he did? Her last run in with a hunter was not ideal for the hunter. If this man tried something, she’d end it before it began. 

There was some concern about what the market was selling and what it was trading for the wares. Yet again, Ash found himself pushed out of his safe haven and into the world that only ever made him want to distance further into the Silver City, and away from all of this. The noise was too much, the people were too much and he barely even had a breath to register that someone was speaking to him because when he looked at her face it was like seeing his- no. “What?” the query was rougher than he intended, before he knelt down to pick up the now filthy bandages. “These are supposed to be clean when they’re used. Bit of a waste now.”

Eloise furrowed her brows at the man’s gruff tone and odd look toward her. She didn’t think she’d ever run into him before, but the look on his face seemed to suggest otherwise. Brushing it off, she turned back to the issue at hand. Snatching them back from his hand, Eloise rolled her eyes. “Considering I have to work with what I’ve got,” She shoved them into the bag, “I’ll have to clean them myself. I don’t exactly have the supplies to just purchase more bandages on a whim, y’know.” She spoke in a sharp tone, not exactly directed at him, but at her life in general. “Plus, the people I take care of are incredibly reckless and stupid, so I can’t really go without bandages.” 

Damien took a brief moment to inspect his surroundings, wanting to be sure she didn’t have someone with her that might pose more of a problem. He was in fact, alone, and with a target already stapled to his back he had to take precautions to make sure he wasn’t easy prey. There were plenty out here that would love to tear into him, and despite her potentially being human, she could very well be luring him into a trap. There was a reason he kept to his own, and rarely did his kindness ever extend to anyone outside of his circle of protection.

“Who are you working for?” He wasted no time, wanting to know if she was trotting around at the hip of vampires or demons. Those wide eyes and frightened voice could make her excellent bait, but Damien was hardened and pity wasn’t a color he often showed. “If you’re not one of mine you’re with someone else, and I want to know who.” And with that demand, the knife pressed just a fraction more, threatening to break skin.

Clearly, the scared act wasn’t fooling him in the slightest, but she knew she had to keep it up, because frankly, she had a feeling he truly would kill her. Whimpering an octave higher at the feeling of the increased pressure from the blade on her neck, her hands were raised in surrender. “Please don’t kill me.” She started, feeling the fake tears build in her eyes. “I-I work at the Bite Club.” She confessed, slowly moving her hand to her neck to pull her shirt down slightly to reveal more of her scars. “They’re all over my body if you need more proof I’m not lying. It’s not my choice! I can’t leave, I know I can’t and I know it’s dangerous for you to talk to me, but,” She could feel the tears on her cheeks now, “I had to see if you were truly free.” Her voice was broken now, an act she’d perfected for years. “Please, take the knife away. I’m alone, I promise, To them, I’m just a breathing blood bag, they don’t care enough to follow me.” It was a bit of a lie, but still relatively close to the truth. Her brows furrowed slightly as the reality of his words sunk in. “One of yours?” She questioned softly, “There’s more of you?” Again, she knew there was, but she was a dedicated actress. 

“You did no such thing.” He replied, covering her hands with his own. He wondered if perhaps he had taken too much tonight, leaving her body groping at horrible images as she tried to rest and regain her strength. At least she was safe here without threat of further feeding, and he once again wished he could accommodate her longer. There still might be a way to pull some strings, but with the company he tended to keep he would have to be strict on her remaining untouched.

“Would you like me to stay with you?” He asked quietly. The presence of a vampire would probably be disturbing to most, but he was confident that she trusted him plenty at this point. Never had he bitten her without her permission, and never would he.

The corner of Charlotte’s mouth turned up the smallest bit at the reassurance she didn’t ruin his night. Her eyes were trained on their now clasped hands, but moved up to meet his own as the moments passed. Most other humans would cower or be disgusted at the notion that she’d share a bed with a vampire willingly, but Kaz was different. Hell, Pia was different too. She trusted them with her life, something they could both take without a second thought. 

At his question though, she looked away for only a moment before returning the glance. Nodding softly, he spoke with the same gentleness in her tone. “If you don’t mind, of course. I’d just feel safer with someone with me.” She felt almost childish asking for such a thing, but, he had offered. 

By the time that Sammy showed up to the party, it was in full swing. Fashionably late, thats what the humans called it, right? He slipped into a large crowd near the door, wings folded carefully against his back as he made his way inside Jessie and Jack’s home. A place he often also called home. The whole place looked completely transformed. Bright lights that looked magical lit up faces he knew and others he couldn’t put a name too. A mix of smells hit Sammy’s nose as the sound of murmurs and shouts rang out around him. Humans, demons, Vampires, Holy pricks, Fae, Merpeople, Witches and Mutts. Everyone really was here. 

Lifting his chin slightly Sammy flared his wings out shoving some people aside. “Worry not fuckers.” Sammy nearly yelled. “The party has arrived.” He promised with a large smile before shuffling forwards with a light whistle. “Mind getting me a drink, sweet cheeks? I am parched.” He nearly cooed as he leaned against the wall, dark eyes flicking form face to face. Scanning for anyone he knew. 

Tryx observed the party with a smirk on her lips. The obvious tension between species was delicious. Was she worried? Not really. Shit could hit the fan, yes, but she assumed she’d come out relatively unscathed. Her quiet observations were rudely interrupted by a fallen who had to make his presence known. She’d been alive for a while so she’d seen the being before, but she’d never made it a priority to meet him. 

Clearly, he wasn’t one to use context clues. She was giving off no indication she wanted to be bothered, yet he still approached her, wings and all. Her eyes scanned him, utterly unamused. “Do I look like a servant to you?” She questioned, scoffing. “What is it with you fallens having the burning urge to let everyone know what you are? It must be the traces of that holy grace that still flows through your veins.” Rolling her eyes, the succubus set her sights back on the party, looking for anyone she wanted to taste tonight.

@crookedsoulsrpg​ where: Davenport’s estate Blood feast who: open

Vela was not one to pass up an opportunity to snoop around, there was no telling what information she could or would find. A drink balance in one hand she carelessly tugged a locked cabinet when its contents rattled behind closed doors. If whatever was inside wasn’t broken before it was likely in pieces now. Wrinkling her nose she was game to try her luck again with a little more gusto when ascending foot fall took her by surprise. Clearing her throat Vela took a quick drink looking them up and down. “ Are you going to tell on me?” She asked with a sly hint of indifference as she turned away from the enigmatic cabinet.

Willow had separated from Demitri for a while to snoop around on her own. She still had an off feeling about this whole event even though it was for her species. Willow still hated referring to the vampires as her’s. She wondered when she could lose the term of fledgling and start to make her way up. As much as she hated being a vamp, she hated how she was treated even more. All the elders snubbing their noses at her because she was new and unintentional. Ugh. 

So, as a way to say fuck you to the older vampires hosting the event, she went searching through each room to see if she could find something worth taking. She hadn’t expected to see someone else doing the same and as soon as she entered, she was hit with the scent of fish and ocean. Resisting the urge to hold her nose, Willow looked over the woman and the locked cabinet before shrugging. “No, but if you keep touching it they’re going to know it was a mer who broke it. You all are very... pungent.” 

Something wasn’t right. Yes, it made sense that the Davenport’s would throw a massive feast to select their new Overlord, but these boxes... they didn’t seem right. The vampires kept their masks on, so really, Kaia was only going off of suspicion. She wouldn’t have actively done anything except avoid the boxes until she lost Kace’s scent. Yes, she was in tune to the scents of her entire pack, but Kace’s was special. She always felt a comfort in knowing that he was there from scent alone, even if she couldn’t see him. It had just been there a second ago, and now, it was gone. 

Quickly, Kaia found Lina and pulled her to the side. On the outside, the Alpha was as calm and collected as normal, but she knew Lina would be able to see the panic behind her eyes. The other girl knew Kaia far too well. “Kace is missing.” Obviously, she couldn’t know that for sure, but she was fairly certain. “His scent was all over, and now it’s just gone. You have to help me find him.” 

Location: Davenport Household Event: The Blood Feast Open to all @crookedsoulsstarters​

Demitri had chosen to stand the moment he got there. He wasn’t keen on joining anyone at the elongated table in the dining hall. For his dinner, he didn’t need to sit down. His eyes flickered around the house, curious to know what the Davenports were playing at. Some kind of power play, perhaps? He thought to himself as he ran his tongue over his now protruding fangs. The vampire was a tad bit surprised that they invited all species. Surely, this would end in some type of catastrophe and Demitri was all for it. 

“Are you enjoying yourself yet?” He asked as he approached the nearest person to him. He was acting like he genuinely cared when he surely didn’t. Play nice until you don’t need to. Remember, you are in the Davenport’s house. Demitri snubbed his nose for a moment before putting a smile on his face. 

Willow was so stupidly hopefully that the mention of a blood feast would imply only vampires. And on top of only vampires, she could drink as much blood as her dead heart desired. Of course, nothing in her life was what it sounded like. As soon as she entered the massive house, she was struck by the disgusting scents from all different walks of life. She nearly gagged at all the stimulus. 

Thanks to their lovely sire bond, Willow found it incredibly easy to find Demitri in this mess. Approaching him, she clenched her jaw knowing he’d give her some useless response. “Not exactly.” She confessed, “Do you have any tips for me on how to filter out all of these horrific smells? It reeks of wet dog and algae in here. I thought this was a vampire thing?” 

closed starter: @twistedxpromises​

location: full moon bar

Finally a time to relax. Evangeline had spent most of her day split between The Hideout and The Silver City. Doing the same thing but for two different kinds of people. A sweet human girl who wanted help getting through her day. Then her people who needed to be ready for whatever comes. She truly appreciated every opportunity she had. It sometimes took away from her social life. Including hanging out with her best friend Kaia. Lina showed up to the bar in her work out clothes. “Kaia I’m sorry I’m late. I had to help out a friend. How are you?”

Kaia knew Lina had a track record of being late. It didn’t bother the alpha in the slightest, she knew her best friend better than plenty of people and she knew it wasn’t personal. Lina had always had a knack for helping people and always had a million things on her plate. Kaia was lucky to get any alone time with her at all. As soon as she stepped foot onto the bar property, Kaia caught her scent. Smiling as the woman entered, Kaia waved her off. “Nonsense. You know that’s never bothered me. All I care is that you still showed up. I haven’t ordered anything drinks yet, but as per usual, they’re on me.” 

just her fucking luck. no, there wasn’t such a thing as a peaceful day around here. not in a million years, right? there wasn’t such a thing as smooth, safe. it was just shit after shit, and yet somehow freia managed to keep composure even through all of the hell whatever god was above them seemed to put them through. smoke started to circle, and it smelled putrid. fortunately being what she was, the heat didn’t bother her much — it was the burst of light and smoke that covered her eyes annoying her and making it hard to move. “holy fucking shit.” the ginger spat out, feeling around the walls in order to make her way to some relief. 

the feeling of a body now against hers made her more tense than she was, stopped her in her tracks. her response was quick. “that’s not a very nice way to ask for help.” yet freia being freia, she placed her hands on this person’s back and pushed them in front of her, right to the opening in the wall that led to the hallway pushing forward, leading to the front exit. freia might not have been the most… pleasant, but she wasn’t entirely evil. knowing she wouldn’t be in pain until some time passed, she prioritized getting this shorted figure in front of her, and she kept giving small shoves in an attempt to lead the woman — still not sure who she was due to all the commotion — towards the light ahead. “come on, don’t get us both stuck.” her tone was poisonous, annoyed, rude — but it cancelled out with this kind act of hers, making sure that her companion reached fresh air before she did.

The pain Kaia was feeling was excruciating. There was nothing she could do to ease the discomfort. She offered a low growl at the redheads snippy response to her, confused because her words were angry and rude, but she continued to help her anyway. Each shove sent a new wave of pain through her body, but she could barely see where she was going. She had to fully rely on this stranger. Hell, her senses were all out of whack, she couldn’t even smell to see what species her little helper was. The alpha’s eyes finally started to focus on the light ahead for what appeared to be an exit. “Thanks.” She mumbled under her breath, trying to conserve her energy. 

closed starter: @twistedxpromises​

location: bite club

Henry had been spending a lot of time in The Darklands as of late. His friendship with Jessie strengthened day by day. His relationship with Kazimir went….places. He didn’t know what was happening. There was love for Ezra and Kazimir as well. Is this supposed to happen? Henry could feel another existential crisis creeping up. His eyes wandered the bar, searching for any type of distractions. They were met with a younger vampires. He smiled. She was always accompanied by the dark haired one that Henry constantly wanted to take up against an alley wall. “Good evening little vampire. You’re the one who follows the sex god around like a lost pup aren’t you? I have to ask. Why are you staring at me like I wronged you?” He was confused by the girl. Henry minds his business so he was certain he hadn’t done anything to upset her.

Willow had seen the man around the Bite Club much more frequently than she would expect. No one was jumping on him to feed, so he probably wasn’t human. He wasn’t a vampire, that much she knew, but she wasn’t sure what he was. Being stuck in her own head had caused her to stare at him for a lot longer than she should have. Of course, with her luck, he called her out on it. His words caught her completely off guard and she actually stuttered too much when giving a response. “I, uh, sex god?” Was he talking about Demitri?  She bristled at the mention of her acting like a lost pup. “I’m not just following him. I have to.” She tries even though she’s not even convinced that’s the case. Dem insisted on coming to the Bite Club to ‘test her control’ too frequently. “I just was trying to figure out why you were here. You’re not a vampire and you’re clearly not a human, so what are you?” 

Demitri’s house was large enough for Willow to always have alone time even if he was home. She was enjoying her new space, her room was more than nice and the mini fridge filled with blood was an incredible plus and it had started to help her control her thirst more. However, she had just finished the last bag. Willow hated asking him for more, she felt so needy and reliant on him. Well, she was, but that was besides the point.

Figuring it best to get it out of the way, she set off through the house looking for him. Hearing someone down the stairs, she moved that way calling out, “Demitri? I’m sorry, but I just finished my last blood bag.” Her voice was soft, an apologetic worry laced through it. Coming down the stairs and rounding the corner she continued, but was stopped mid sentence, “On the bright side though, I made it last longer than la-- oh.” Her tone shifted to one of surprise as she was face to face with not Demitri, but an intimidatingly stunning woman. “You’re not Demitri.”

Connor knew the pain well. There were far too many scars marred across his skin and usually from his own hand after a fight. He watched her carefully as her body began to tremble and knew that was coming too. Slipping out of his heavy jacket, he wrapped it around her shoulders and rubbed them gently, “Talk to me. What’s your name? Where do you live?” He had to keep her present if he wanted to make sure she got wherever she needed to go safely. It was fairly obvious she wasn’t magical, she’d have healed it on her own if she could. There was no strange desire lingering in the air, no touch of rage, just a scared woman with a deep injury that would likely keep her in the throes of pain for quite some time. “You’re welcome. Just take it a breath at a time, okay? If you need to throw up, do it, but keep your eyes open and keep talking to me.” He knew the longer he ignored his own injury, the worse it would get, but he didn’t care at the moment- all that mattered was his fellow human being and her safety. He’d made it through a hell of a lot worse than this. He desperately wanted to find water- but the sink in the cabin was well past it’s cleaning date and he doubted anything that came out of it would be less than sludge. He knew better than this- always bring your kit. “Can you walk?”

Charlotte was too busy focusing on staying conscious that she didn’t notice him removing his jacket until it was around her shoulders. “Charlotte.” She answered softly, immediately followed by, “Bite Club.” She didn’t know what this man was, but she didn’t have a lie prepared. She was covered in dirt and blood, so all of her scars were covered as well. Had they been exposed, he would know her occupation. As if to solidify the point that she wasn’t a threat, she took the sleeve of his jacket and rubbed some of the dirt off of a portion of her neck to reveal the bite mark scars. “I’m not a threat, promise.” She finished, her voice still low and shaky. 

She didn’t have anything in her stomach to throw up or else she was certain she would. The exhaustion was finally setting in and she wants to fall asleep, but she knows she can’t. It’d be too dangerous. At the mention of walking, Charlotte nodded. Really, she had no idea if she could or not, but she would if they needed to move. “Are you hurt? I can try to help you if you are?” 

stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them. (charlotte)

@twistedxpromises​

Damien knew he was being followed as soon as he entered the marketplace. He’d been scouting the borders, taking mental notes as he sought out potential hot spots for raids. The Hideout needed better protection, traps, supplies, and he was wanting to be prepared for damn near anything at this point. 

Hands tucked deep into his pockets, his head tilting downwards as if he was completely unaware of his lingering tail. She didn’t move like a demon, didn’t have the stealth and fluidity of a vampire, and certainly didn’t stalk like a werewolf–but there was no guaranteeing what she could or couldn’t be, and he felt for his switchblade as he turned a corner.

He heard the light crunch of loose gravel under toe, and as she came around to continue following him, he stepped forward and let the blade rest against the base of her neck. “Hope you had a good reason for following me.” He said quietly. “Because I have track record for getting rid of people that do.”

She’d seen the stranger interact with some of the other humans she knew at the Circus, otherwise, she wouldn’t be following him. The way the addressed him almost looked like he was in charge which was enough for Charlotte to go off of. Call it her own curiosity or testing her new skills that Pia taught her, but she wanted to see if she could find out where they all hid. And why she wasn’t there when she was taken all those years ago. 

Getting too caught up in her own head, she nearly lost him, but she saw him turn a corner at the last minute. Quickening her pace, she rounded the corner and searched for him, only to find he discovered her first. A gasp was pulled from her as he pinned her to the wall, blade against her neck. Okay, clearly you are NOT as ready as you thought you were, you dumbass. Speaking of dumbass, it was time for Charlotte to play the helpless card like she’d done a million times before. “S-sorry!” She forced out, her hands going up in a defensive position, “Please don’t hurt me,” She insisted, her voice as scared as she could make it. “I’m human, I saw you at the Circus and I thought you were too.” It was a lame excuse, but she could only hope he believed her.