THE ALPHA.

                         ❝    me ?    ❞         grace  waves  the  words  away ,  feigning  humility .    ❝    oh ,  you  shouldn’t  have .    ❞     the  tug  of  her  lips ,  quick  and  easy ,  undercuts  the  gesture .     lies  carry  little  weight  in  such  a  place ;  the  walls  ache  with  power ,  the  ground  still  strewn  with  evidence  of  misplaced  faith .  a  RAW  power  radiates  in  the  air ,  the  aftermath  of  divinity ,  the  byproduct  of  the  two  women  who  now  stand  opposite  one  another .  power  recognizes  POWER –  there  is  no  chance  the  wolf  ( woman )  will  mistake  her  for  ordinary .  there  is  no  room  for  true  deception  here .   and  so ,  grace’s  actions ,  her  words ,  lack  conviction .  she  dons  the  facade  out  of  habit ,  wears  it  as  an  armor  as  the  woman  sheds  hers . 

❝   ooh   ,   go  ahead   .   there’s  no  use  in  filters   now   ,   not  when  it’s  just  us  .  ❞

                Rebekah’s expression was cold. While she remained calm and collected on the outside, she was trying incredibly hard to resist the urge to rip this woman to pieces where she stood. As satisfying as it would have been, she had an idea that would prove far more so. “Very well,” she said in a voice that threatened to harden into cold fury with every syllable as she pushed open the gate that led into the compound. 

“I suppose you’re right. Wouldn’t want the dumb blonde mixed up in matters far beyond her capability to comprehend, now would you?” She smiled. “If you won’t talk to me, perhaps you’ll talk to my brother.” Without waiting for a response, she raised her voice (needlessly. Everybody in the house had supernatural hearing, but god forbid she missed an opportunity to be dramatic). “Nik!” She called out. “We have a visitor.” 

           ( Iris, as a side note, couldn’t help but notice that the youngest Mikaelson wore her anger like a crown, in a way that made a prickle of desire flare up her spine. ) The alpha trailed behind the elder, sharp eyes going to scout the compound, the space she had available if things were to turn nasty, and she needed to flee the city immediately. ( Originals can’t fly can they? So many rumors, but she doubted it. It was a slim advantage, but an advantage nonetheless. )

Her mouth had just opened to throw out a flirtation about how she actually was quite fond of blondes, when the other called out. The alpha wasn’t stupid, she had done her research. Nik, Niklaus, was the one original she knew she could not best. A hybrid, similar to her, and as coldblooded as she. ( She had heard about his blood spattered trail through history with admiration, and a little attraction, and quite appreciated it. ) However, he was a WOLF. Her venom would not slow him. Were this to turn nasty, she would have little defense against him.

                       grace  lets  her  gaze  wander ,  shamelessly .       ❝     it’s  nothing ,  next  to  you .     ❞     a  complete  line ,  if   ever  she’s  used  one ,  but  there’s  no  harm  in  it .   this  is  iris ,  after  all .    a  single ,  fluid  movement ,  and  grace has  slid  into  the  pool ,  water  rising  to  her  bared  collarbones .  it  soaks  her  hair ,  slick  strands  of  gold  sticking  to  her  skin .  bright  eyes  refocus ,  staring  up  at  iris ,  water  droplets  sliding  down  her  cheeks –  there’s  a  foot  between  her  and  the  hybrid ,  thick  enough  with  tension ,  grace  suspects  it  could  be  cut .  ❝    —-  you  should’ve  invited  me .  you  know  i  love  to  watch  you  work .  ❞

       ‘              tempting … but no.  it’s bad enough that it happened.  i don’t wanna repeat mistakes.  ’

      ‘              pass.  ’

                “Hm. I think you may have misunderstood me. See, I wasn’t asking, and as someone who seems to know so much about my family and I, you should also know that I always get what I want, regardless of what I have to do to get it. Family business, you understand.” Rebekah smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. They were within eyesight of the compound now. She’d had no intention of letting this mysterious woman take as much as a step inside, but now she was tempted to drag her kicking and screaming through the doors and keep her there until she told Rebekah exactly what it was that she wanted. “So I’ll ask you again, what exactly do you want with Hayley? And don’t even think about lying. I’ll know if you do.”

&.   continued from here   ╱   @ycuralpha   !

      a  few  hours  were  dedicated  to  dolling  herself  up  ;  a  bit  of  blush  ,  some  lipstick  and  mascara.  then  ,  another  thirty  minutes  were  aimed  at  examining  her  appearance  ,  wondering  if  she  looked  presentable.  nerves  had  to  be  discarded  before  she  was  out  the  door  and  gone  ,  hand  resting  over  her  stomach  as  she  walked  ,  trying  to  calm  the  STORM  of  butterflies  that  tickle  her  stomach.  when  she  arrives  at  the  cafe  ,  dark  eyes  search  and  land  on  such  a  beautiful  date.  the  butterflies  tickle  again  ;  untamed.  smile  graces  her  lips  and  she  voices  herself  in  such  a  HONEYED  tone.    ❝    of  course  i  did!  i  did  not  want  to  miss  out  on  the  opportunity  to  dine  with  such  a  lovely  lady.    ❞

        she  digs .  it’s  eased ,  just  a  slight  prod  at  the  beast’s  mind  till  she  can  get  a  firmer  grasp  on  their  thoughts .  ❝   i  bet  you  say  that  to  all  the  girls .    ❞    so  this  one  will  be  harder  to  fool  –  perhaps  she  can  pass it  off ,  draw  on  her  father’s  cover  identity ,  call  herself  a  child  of  valhalla ,  rather  than  one  of  heaven .  her  mind  is  quick  to  turn ,  consider  each  alternative  and  it’s  potential .  underfoot ,  she  crushes  the  remains  of  the  petitioners ,  and  offers  a  knowing  smile .   ❝    you  come  all  the  way  out  here  for  little  old  me ?  or  our …   ❞   grace  eyes  the  remains ,  amusement  tugging  at  her  features ,  ❝    friend ?   ❞

       as much as she enjoys her furred flesh, there’s little more to be gained by beating around the bush. turning isn’t a painful process in the least, but it does leave her standing, bare, in front of this girl who could prove to be friend or foe. she smiles nonetheless, a devilish smirk. “ that’s better. we can talk properly now. “ she glances back at the mess littering the floor. “ well i didn’t come here for that. i was curious about you, of course. “ she’s always drawn to sources of power, to something that will whet her gluttonous appetite for even a moment. ( yet, does it every really work that way ? one taste always ignites a craving for more. )

@ycuralpha || continued 

    Roxanne waited for an answer before making any movement. She worried about the other despite her being fully capable of handling herself. It was just something that Roxanne couldn’t help. It wasn’t always this way. Roxanne knew there was a point where Iris didn’t trust her and she couldn’t exactly blame her. She would’ve been the same way but with time, Roxanne has done her best to try to earn the other’s trust with small but considerable acts of loyalty.    She also gave her her place and respected her in a way she hadn’t ever respected anyone else who wasn’t her mother. Roxanne knew that statement meant more than meets the eye and a small smile managed to escape her lips. She was glad that she had agreed to allow her to accompany her.       “Are you leaving at dawn then or at night?”

      Lone wolf is one way to describe Iris. She prefers working alone, to hoard the glory of the kill and the resulting power to herself. She runs on a fuel unknown to any other type of creature, and drinks the lifespans of those who get in her way. The colony, while her responsibility, still fears her while loving her: a contradiction she adored.

      Yet, every so often there were those that could crawl under that title, who could worm their way into her good graces without being EATEN ALIVE. Roxanne was one such unique soul. If she can keep pace with the alpha, then Iris will be further impressed. Iris pulls back her hair, going to secure it with a ponytail as she studies the other. “We leave in twenty minutes. I don’t want them to get too much of a head start, but I have to go stash my things in case someone else gets to them before I’m back.”

                         bright  &  blinding ,  the  late  afternoon  sun  reflects  off  the  poolwater .  a  lazy  beat  throbs  from  the  mansion  speakers  ,  vibrating  in  deep  grace’s  chest .  her  fingers  are  caught  between  the  worn  pages  of  a  book ,  pulled  deep  from  her  father’s  old  library ,  but  she  hears  the  footfalls  clear  as  day .  craning  her  head ,  strands  of  honey  blonde  spilling  over   her  shoulder ,  she  catches  iris’  eye .     ❝      i  missed  you !  where  you  been ,  gorgeous ?      ❞     kafka  is  set  aside  momentarily ,  and  she  shifts  in  the  pool  chair ,  manicured  toes  touching  the  ground .   perhaps  her  bathing  suit ,  white  &  pristine ,  might  have  given  the  illusion  of  purity ,  had  the  devilish  grin  on  her  lips  not  accompanied  it .  /   @ycuralpha