Dead Bite

La Carnival

Hello loves, Sorry for my slight break. I had came down with a stomach bug. I hope you enjoy this new chapter and thank you all for the wonderful support<3

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XOXO

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Warm touch of  plush velvet. Sweet intoxicating body heat. Dark burgundy liquid falling as limbs entangled...

Never a Saint and Always the Sinner, Lucian never wanted to change..

The two bare women entangled around his being, drinking from his serrated wrist as dark burgundy liquid stained between their heated bodies was proof of that. He loved the feeling of his own blood expelling down his body and theirs, like a life source of the most addictive substance, craved. He couldn't get enough of the praise from the mortals who begged, being treated like one of their pathetic gods they always scream for. The two women wrapped around his finger, drunk on his very existence and addicted to the rush of his blood seeping into their veins. It was Euphoric.

None the less, the fun had to stop at some point....

Pulling his wrist back from the power hungry women made him twitch, wanting to ravage them each one more time but he had far more important things to take care of...

"Ah-Ah Ladies, Daddy has some important business to attend to, see yourselves out...Now." He spoke sternly toward the end, shooing the two women away off his bare posture.  So many, he always forgot their names, as they would his by the time they woke. Swinging his burgundy soaked body off the edge of the bed, he stud up but hazily. 

Pulling on the deep plush blue robe once discarded on the floor, he sauntered across the harsh cold black and gold marble flooring.  From the chestnut wood that sat a bottom of the ten foot tall vanity mirror, he picked up the half ashed leaf wrapped cherry cigar. Wrapping his lips around it, a pout almost seemed to be permanently engraved on his stoic face. He never liked to leave the elated messes he would undoubtedly have to clean up, but he did not dare let the poor servant girl see the real monster he was. Good help was hard to find for someone such as himself. Grabbing the golden lighter wrapped by a set of embellished wings, he brought it to the end of the Tabaco encased leaf, taking a long drag before letting it out with a sigh.

He puffed a few more slow elongated drags from the cherry flavored cigar. Looking back on it , it had to one of his favorite habits, other then his whores before his heart finally stopped... Putting the burning cigar out, smoke plumed around him as he stood in front of the mirror gazing into the reflection. He always laughed at the old wives tales, seeing the reflection of the mess he created was always part of his sadistic fun.  

Running both hands through his burgundy stained ash blonde hair, putting it up in a half mooned bun, leaving one less distraction in his midst. He hated times like these. Work always got in the way of play for a man who's own selfish desires came before anything else, alas this was one selfish desire that could not go untamed.

He was a selfish machine by design and he always gets what he wants...

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One set. Two set. Three set... 

It seemed like a never ending gifting of beads was to be bestowed upon her, just as everyone else as they made their way through the fests entrence. Her heart rate picked up, not having ever been around so many people her entire life. 

Though, slightly scared of new things thanks to her impending anxiety issues, Luna was in awe of the celebration going on around her.  The sounds, the colors, the people...She hadn't seen something so lively since that last time her mother took her to Panama City Beach during their Summer Florida trip. Bitter sweet the memory maybe, she still cherished every moment.  

"Luna!" Taken by surprise, Emilia wrapped herself around her, pulling her into a bone crushing hug, "I'm so glad you could make it! Do you want to come help me with the painting station?" Her chipper voice made it so hard to turn down, alas Luna couldn't find it in herself to say yes either. 

"Calm down there little one for right now, let the girl settle in for a minute." Mr. Graves gravely tone spoke from behind her, glad she wasn't the one to have to break the poor girls mood.  Emilia, though slightly saddened, didn't hesitate to chipper back up knowing how Luna was when they had first met, "Well if not now, maybe later. I'll be here until they decide to close me down." With that the girl bounced right back to her station confidently, getting settled back into painting a Monarch butterfly on the little blonde girls face in front of her. 

Luna noticed how big some of the groups were, gathering around to listen to musicians of all types and watch as the street performers juggled different items from the crowd.  Luna couldn't help but to giggle as one of them took Mr. Graves ever permeant top hat to use, making the crowd cheer. Mr. Graves didn't even bat a lash as he enjoyed himself.  

Standing against the red brick wall of the cathedral behind her, she admired everyone else's fun from afar. Wanting to join in, her own problems stopped her, though that would seem to be short lived...

"You know, it's even better if you get closer." Elijah spoke from over her shoulder, taunting her. Taking a sip from the brown bottle cradled between his fingers, he stepped closer to lean beside her. His body heat once again made her shiver, though she couldn't blame the houses draft this time in the warm summer air. Gods she hated how he did that. Realizing she was probably the farthest from the crowd she could be, She turned to look up at him. "I don't mind being in the shadows, less attention to draw I suppose." Giving him a little shrug while playing with her fingers, she really didn't care what others thought. It helped make her feel more comfortable and that meant more then anyone else's opinion.

"This is a celebration doll, you stand out more here then you would in the crowd." He spoke down to her, taking another long sip from the amber bottle. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She had never had liquor before in her life, nor did she really want to. She seen how bad drunks could get. Though, the thought of letting go wasn't so bad as she started noticing people stare and whisper in their direction. Maybe he was right, and that's the last thing she had wanted. 

"You know what..." Reaching up, she took the bottle from his hand, taking a small swig of the bitter ale that was inside. She seen it as a challenge, she hated being wrong far past her anxieties. It was enough to make her gag, but she would never give him the satisfaction of seeing it. He brought out her competitive side unlike any other and be damned if she loses her internal competition .  

"Whoa there doll, where did that come from?" Elijah looked down at her with a smirk plastered on his lips, seeming rather impressed by her actions. She was tired of being only seeing as the frail shy girl who always stays in her room. Tonight was going to be different. Tonight things were going to change. 

Tonight would be the start of something new...

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Hello Mortals, I hope you enjoyed. I love seeing her character growth and her not even really realizing how big the steps she's taking are. Though don't get to used to in because there's always trouble lurking around every turn.

XOXO,

Mystic A.