born under a bad sign.

BRUISES AN ARRAY OF DIFFERENT HUES lined her body — to anyone else they were unpalatable, a marring on her otherwise faultless skin. meredith viewed them as badges of honor; badges she had been earning and collecting since she was fifteen years old and had first stepped into the fight ring. knowing others didn’t view them the same way however, called for meredith to get creative with covering up the deep purples and blues on her skin. her money was made from her body, and it wouldn’t do to drive that source of income away by putting clients off by showcasing her bruises.

she pressed her fingers into one on her ribs as she wiped foundation across it, loving the jolting ache it sent through her body. lost in her task of covering her bruises, she had forgotten dion was present until he touched the material of her lingerie. annoyance flickered through her at the nickname ( though, he was right — red was her color ) and she fought a shiver as his fingers trailed against her skin. meredith slapped his hand away as she turned on her heels to face him and say, “i’m sure you’d find anyone in red appealing. you’re a vampire. save the sweet talking and pet names for your victims. i’m sure they’ll appreciate it more than i do.” she attempted to shoulder her way past him, adding, “don’t you have to be on stage soon?”

            it  was  the  wrong  thing  to  say,  apparently.  for  he’d  long  since  released  his  hold  and  neatly  steps  to  the  side,  allowing  her  to  move  past  him.  she  does  so,  and  he  observes  her  for  a  while.  meredith  must  think  she’s  so  clever.  internally,  he  curses  her  rather  astute  observation  –  had  she  seen  him  take  his  clients  to  the  backroom;  found  the  dead  bodies  of  both  men  &  women  sprawled  and  pressed  face  -  down  against  the  floor  ?  and  if  so,  since  when  ?

            he  turns,  and  lets  out  a  derisive  laugh.     “     oh?     ”     he  says,  still  maintaining  his  nonchalance.     “     you  don’t  say.     ”     and  for  a  second,  dion  imagines  her  dark  blood,  staining  his  smiling  lips  like  wine.  at  the  thought,  his  tongue  darted  out  to  wet  the  corners  of  his  mouth  and  sharp  teeth  scrapes  against  them.  it  would  be  immensely  pleasing,  he  thinks,  to  witness  her  death.      “     i  would  also  imagine  if  anyone  could  resist  my  charms,  it  would  be  you.     ”

              he  knows  how  dangerous  of  a  game  he  is  playing.  and  still,  he  wants  more.  dion  reaches  out  to  delicately  curl  his  fingers  underneath  her  chin  and  instinctively,  she  flinches  upon  contact.  though  he  pulls  her  close;  she  doesn’t  move  away  and  keeps  her  gaze  fixed  on  the  pair  of  glinting  fangs  revealed  in  his  grin.  it’s  wrong.  this  was  so  wrong,  and  she  tells  him  as  much.  how  they  shouldn’t  because  they’re  co-workers.  how  they  aren’t  supposed  to  allow  vampires  feed  in  public.

           dion  arched  a  brow  at  her,  tilting  his  head  to  the  side  that  suggested  he  was  giving  a  certain  matter  serious  thought.     “     wrong  ?      ”     he  mocked,  stroking  a  thumb  down  her  flushed  cheek.     “     it’s  only  wrong,  because  you  deem  it  to  be,  meredith.        ”

          from  across  the  table,  a  guest  manages  to  carry  a  conversation  well  enough  (  albeit  drunkenly  )  but  fails  to  incite  any  further  entertainment.  the  blond’s  gaze  flickers  across  the  room,  his  attention  elsewhere  as  the  other  prattles  on  about  recent  events  of  the  town.  there,  to  the  left,  he  catches  sight  of  someone  appearing  strangely  odd  amongst  regular  clients  in  the  dance  floor.  and  sure  enough,  dion  sets  his  drink  aside  and  excuses  himself  before  sauntering  over  to  be  introduced.

It had been a difficult week for Alex. Loki had been severely sick and was staying overnight at the vet, he’d had a cold for most of the week, he’d forgotten his wallet at home so he couldn’t take a cab or über like he normally did, and work was keeping him late. It was probably nearing eleven in the evening when he finally began his walk home. He had his silver knife at the read with the hand that wasn’t gripping his cane. His phone was calling out directions, keeping him on track, but only ten minutes into his walk rain began to come down as if the heavens were crying with laughter at his unfortunate day. 

Feverish, tired, weighted down with papers and soaking clothes, Alex was really close to biting his pride and calling one of his sisters for help when he felt an icy hand come to rest on his arm and a chillingly, if not annoyingly, familiar voice called out in greeting.

“Dion. Long time no see,” he called out above the rain, his voice hoarse from his sore throat and teaching a two-hour class. “Can I help you with something? Not really in the mood for bantering tonight.” @vampirdion

          the  vampire  has  been  stalking  the  eldest  son  of  the  baines  for  a  while  now  and  despite  their  frequent  interactions,  alex  has  yet  to  notice  that  he’s  being  followed  every  night  back  to  his  residence.  it  would  be  funny,  if  the  blind  man  wasn’t  so  pathetic  roaming  around  the  streets  of  fairview.     “     alexander,     ”     dion  coolly  greets,  holding  an  umbrella  over  their  heads  as  the  rain  pelted  down  the  fabric.     “     why,  must  everything  be  a  fight  with  you  ?      ”

         there's  a  sound  of  a  lighter  being  flickered  on.  a  small  flame  burning  too  closely  from  her  face,  licking  at  the  end  of  her  cigarette.  as  meredith  leaned  in,  her  eyes  fluttered  shut  and  she  inhales  deeply,  the  smoke  drifting  down,   down  into  her  lungs.  it’s  only  when  she  released  it  back  out,  that  he  finds  his  gaze  has  shifted  to  her  mouth.

          at  the  den,  dion  taps  his  fingers  against  the  counter,  lost  in  thought.  the  death  of  a  vanderbilt  was  a  welcomed  surprise  —  but  an  inconvenience,  to  say  the  least.  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  the  police  will  be  off  to  investigate  and  suspect  more  than  one  disappearance  at  fairview.  he  may  not  rest  easy  knowing  that  there  lies  the  possibility  of  being  caught  and  his  grand  plans  would  be  ultimately  foiled.

          no,  he  thinks,  he  will  not  allow  for  it.  especially  not  because  of  a  missing  dead  boy’s  retrieved  corpse.   

            how  unsightly.  what  would  their  handler  think  ?  

            but  at  least,  meredith  compensates  for  her  battered  appearance  with  her  attire  for  tonight’s  show.  the  silk  left  little  to  the  imagination  as  it  outlined  the  slopes  and  curves  of  her  lithe  frame.  there  was  a  slight  upturn  to  his  lips,  as  the  blond  moved  closer  to  her  from  behind.  a  pale  hand  made  its  way  to  the  hem  of  her  lingerie,  idly  playing  with  the  fabric  between  his  fingers.

i. interlude

            around a hundred years ago, dion branson was born into the most miserable living conditions at a poverty-stricken home in london, england, 1898*. he was greatly influenced by his mother’s upbringing of religious faith until she passed away. after her death, he was left under the care of his alcoholic and abusive father who he secretly detested.

            his first encounter with the supernatural was the same night he’d poison his father at a nearby pub. he meets a stranger named abel elsewood, who lures and turns him into a vampire. just as any other fledgling and close companion, he joins the man’s coven. he’s increasingly attracted to abel and his abilities that are similar to god. he’s determined to usurp his creator and take that power; especially, following the events of the unveiling and moving to fairview, virginia.

            he blended in seamlessly with the clubbing lifestyle and eventually became one of the many dancers at the strip club called eclipse. from his low standards of morality to the way he dressed to his borderline androgyny; he’s an instant sensation and gains his own empire of followers. every night meant new bodies, new blood – and most of his clients end up disappearing shortly right after he drains them of their lives.  

ii. attitude

            he’s manipulative, selfish, and ruthless. he enjoys being in control by using methods of seduction or violence to further his goals. when interacting with someone, he uses a tone of gentleness and his natural charm to make people admire / like him. he’s generally calm and level-headed, but can openly insult and belittle anyone who goes against his word.

iii. relationships

               dion’s relationships aren’t considered safe or healthy. he’s not empathetic and it’s very unlikely that he would ever have strong feelings for anyone. he’s bisexual, and has male and female lovers. if he’s interested in what someone has to offer him, he’d keep them close at hand until he can dispose of them. with that being said, here’s some ideas for wanted connections -

1.  the regular clients or admirers at the eclipse. 2.  individuals who he feeds / prey on.

iv. trivia