When I grow up, I wanna be a v a m p i r e!

Xavier crossed his arms, raised a brow, and leaned against the door frame. Spoiled little dead boy. Though his body did look good, Xavier wanted to play. “It’s an okay view. But I just played with a little angel who was so very eager to listen to daddy. So I’m good on mediocre views.” A grin grew as he stepped closer. Picking up the cash and counting it he nodded pocketing the money. “Look who is behaving and paying back his dues. Where did you get the money? You’re out of sugar daddies. Who paid you for the night?” Little jabs that would irk the boy a bit. Sitting in the desk chair Xavier reached out to steal the smoking cancer stick to take a draw. “You hungry?”

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         This is not the reaction Catlin had wanted, nor expected. It showed upon his face in a slight scowl that knits his brows together. He expected full, unadulterated praise. As always. “Excuse you, it’s a perfect fucking view.” The vampire wasn’t simply okay or mediocre, he was eternally beautiful. Xavier seemed quite good at getting right under his skin. As well as inside of him. It made the vampire visibly bristle but he recovered quickly. “I’m sure you’re just dying to know.” Xavier isn’t the first he’s owed money to, and he wouldn’t be the last if he stayed his wonderfully spoiled self. 

           He gets up from the demon's fancy chair and walks around the table until he's standing in front of the others now sitting form. He leans back and obverse him quietly before speaking, “but I can’t reveal all my secrets.” Catlin leans in suddenly, placing his hands upon the arms of the chair and trapping Xavier there for a moment. His tongue teases the tip of his fangs. “I could eat.”

Violet was taken aback by his words. Usually Cat only spoke words from a high and drugged up view. But now he was being serious and Violet didn’t know how to take it. “I know it’s not. But Cat… I’ve been here for long and no one has wanted me. I know a few like me and enjoy fucking me, but it’s not like I let them in to know me.” In fact Violet had closed herself off to people long ago. She didn’t know if there was a reason, but she’d always been careful about it. Maybe if she had been created for someone rather than just a guard dog it would have been better. 

Jumping a bit at the command she did as he said. Standing she waited for him to get the guard to open the cell. Tab? Did masters have tabs for slaves? Or maybe Cat was close to this person? She noticed the twitch in his hand. He really needed an AA group. Lightly and gently she took the twitching hand to help try and calm him. “Maybe a cig and then a few drinks? I bet I can drink more than you.”

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           “Whose fault is that Violet?” With a knowing brow raised in question, the vampire stares her down. “You don’t let anyone know you - not even me. Not really.” She has her reasons, everyone does - but most slaves wouldn’t survive this place with such a strong stubbornness. He didn’t exactly agree with how this town worked, but he also didn’t have the power to change it. And speaking up would only risk him sharing a cell beside her. “Masters and Mistresses come and go from this place. What about the slaves who get claimed only to be put back when a master is bored of them? I think you have it better, but you aren’t special.” He knew his words were harsh, but instead of standing here now - she could have been killed. And unlike him, she wouldn’t come back to life. 

          She takes his hand and Cat squeezes to reassure her. “I don’t know - it takes me a lot to get properly smashed.” It's not a lie, but it also isn’t his favorite. “Alright, come on - lets get out of here before someone questions your rental.” As he speaks, they are already moving down the hall.

the nephilim almost wanted to roll his eyes at that comment but he held himself off, “i know how to roll,” he did, this wasn’t his first, or even second or third time smoking. he had considered himself a frequent smoker back at home, before he got trapped here. though it did surprise him when he was delivered how there was weed in a baggie on the table and rolling papers. not what he expected. he watched as he brought it to his own nose and then under silas’s, and he took advantage, taking a smell and smiling slightly. how he missed it. he had been indulged in a few cigarettes since he had been here, but weed? he missed that.

“of course,” his head tilted a bit, shifting slightly on his seat, “i used to smoke all the time,” his tongue came out to wet his lips, leg bouncing a bit with anticipation. “what’s your name?” at this point he didn’t care asking for names, he wanted to know who he was talking to, he felt that was fair. he still wasn’t sure if the guards told the people who rented him his name, so he always felt the need to say it, “i’m silas.”

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       “Good, good.” This meant Catlin didn’t have to worry about a newbie - he had specifically asked for someone who had been seen smoking. He didn’t have time to deal with the slaves who felt they had some sort of moral superiority. They annoyed him - smoking kills - but he was already dead. And with that clarification his demeanor changed and he fixed his rental with a playful grin. “People just call me Cat.” 

          He does a quick pat down of his body before he finds his lighter and flicks it a couple times to make sure it still works. “They said you’re a nephilim. That’s cool.” He’d never met one - but the fallen around here weren’t exactly his favorite. “I’m a vampire. So, Silas….” He lights the joint as he brings it to his lips and gives it two good puffs as he holds in the smoke before releasing through a deep cough. “I need a favor. Sit. Please.” Catlin isn’t like the masters around here, he has manners. “Unless you’d rather go back to the cells. This is far more fun with a willing partner.”

          “Have you smoked before?” An important question, the vampire sometimes forgets. He’s remembered it this time. No mishaps with this happy meal. He just wants to be out of his fucking head. So he simply requested a guard bring him someone pretty to help in this particular endeavor. ~ @oncealcstsoul​

Hello, Darling. You’ve reached Catlin’s phone. I am either: too high to find my phone, getting laid, or - I really just don’t want to talk to you. Do leave a message after the beep and I might call you back.....B E E P.

Looking at the male Violet fidgeted a bit unsure of where to begin. Why did she it? What was the reason? The actual reason. Not some bullshit about a dragon promising freedom. “Because I’m broken…” She muttered looking down at the ground as her legs curled against her chest. Violet felt lost and confused. All these centuries spent being so hard and closed off and a bitch. Was this really her? Or was or a persona to keep her safe? 

“I have no reason to live.” Her head rested against her knees as she sighed. “Brandon and Coco even picked others over me. Coco….. After everything in the past.” Trailing off the hound felt tired, weak, she just wanted to sleep. Though she couldn’t. She hadn’t been able to. The circles grew under eyes the more nights passed with her just.. awake. “I’m just a hellhound. I wasn’t made for a master. I wasn’t made for anyone. It’s time I stop fighting it and just accept what I really am here.” 

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          “That’s fucking bullshit.” Catlin rolled his eyes - broken. She may have made the wrong decision - he sure as hell has made a few of his own, but she wasn’t broken. He doesn’t know Brandon, but the vampire knows of Coco, has played with her a couple times. “I don’t know anything about any of that. But this town is filled with pretty toys - and it’s in their nature to play. You play just as much as they do. It’s not your place to choose a claim.” He shakes his head, though he continues. “You aren’t broken - you’re hurt. But even broken things can be fixed.” He knew how she was - how she put on this tough girl act and never let anyone in. She was far from that - hellhounds are bred to be fiercely loyal creatures, but this ones been through the ringer. 

          He’s one to talk however, hiding himself behind jokes and drugs that get him so high he forgets who the fuck he is. “Get up, Violet.” Cat’s voice holds more of a commanding tone than he’s greeted her with before as he gestures toward the cell door, his eyes landing upon a near by guard. “Put her on Xaviers tab, I’m renting her for the day.” He would just owe the incubus more money and not the town. The guard moves to unlock the cell. “You make me need a cig.” Cat’s hands are all twitchy. He’s too sober. 

          Catlin had his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the cool bars and staring into the cell. Violet looked pathetic - sad, like a dog kicked far too many times. “Why?” It was the only question he had for her. He wouldn’t be sharing any sort of stash with her today, he’s disappointed. 

“Okay but - how much is needed to take down a hellhound? I heard what you did...”

“....B negative? I also dig some brownies.”

“Xavier, your pet got off her leash again.”

“Ah. there you go. Proving me right.”

“If it’s that crazy demon woman, Tatiana - than yes, I do. She’s terrifying.”

@tctianc

“Ohh, do tell?”

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Catlin has witnessed and been the cause of quite a few deaths. Most of those were accidental when he first turned into a vampire. But witnessing the death of his sister - that left a mark on him that no amount of time will ever be able to properly mend. 

Cat: Um...

Cat: I think I'm on one of them bad trips.

Cat: Where you see little green aliens, or - floor lava.

Cat: Except I think I just saw a