Curse of Ravens // Mikaelson

12 The Next Adventure

My hands were around Castor's head, and his fingers touched the bareness of my back as we danced in the midst of the rest of the crowd. I slowly guided us towards a human I recognized, drinking plenty of the punch. "Michael." I greeted. "I'm glad you could make it."

Someone had compelled him, because he was extremely drunk and had been bitten a few times already. The human grinned at me ear to ear, and caressed my face in my hands. "Alice." He recognized me once close enough to distinguish through my mask. I couldn't help it but laugh. He was drunk on liquor and blood. He'd probably lost a little too much but he'd loose more before the night was over.

"This is Cas." I squeezed the wolf's hand, which was linked with my fingers. Castor walked up closer. "Here." With my other hand, I grabbed Michael's wrist, and sank my teeth into his skin. Michael didn't even flinch. Then, I pulled the werewolf closer, and put Michael's bleeding wrist into his hand.

Castor testily licked the wound. He hadn't died yet, so he was still a werewolf. So watching as he willing bit into Michael sent a perverse amount of joy through me. Castor's nose scrunched up at the taste. I internally promised that would be better once he transitioned. I held his gaze as he fed.

Servers began to pass around more punch, and I watched as the human blood bags drank it. Their bite marks slowly healed and suddenly they were renewed for the next hour. Vampires cheered as they realized someone spiked the punch with vampire blood so that they would heal- and they could do it all over again. They might as well be chanting my name.

Castor let Michael go, and blood dripped off the wolf's fangs. The human started dancing once more in the throng. I jerked my head in a direction for Cas to follow me. I maneuvered to the center of the ballroom, where the two servers were naked, covered in blood.

A stunning vampire who I remembered from a little party I attended in France was feeding off one of them. She looked up as I approached and broke away from the server, who collapsed from blood loss. I tsked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "Jules."

"Alice." She greeted, eyes darkening. Her tongue ran over her teeth.

"This is Cas. Do you think he could have a taste?" I introduce her to the wolf. Jules looked over at him, her nostrils flared in a feral manner. "I'll heal you, afterwards." I leaned forward to whisper against the woman's ear.

"Anything for you, mi amour." She replies, and approaches Castor. Jules, without hesitation, kissed him outright, blood still on her lips. I felt my cheeks heat, watching as the wolf bit her throat. He went for it. I felt a knot in my stomach begging for a kind of release but I ignored it. If the werewolf venom was painful to Jules, she didn't show it.

I grabbed a glass of punch from a passing server's tray, so when they were finished, I handed it to the French vampire. She drink the punch and the wolf bite on her neck healed.

"Cas." I grip his chin, looking into his eyes. "Here." I offered him a glass of the punch as well. He drank it, probably more grateful for a drink other than straight blood. But my blood was in the punch. He came closer and pulled me back to dance. I laughed a little, spinning on the bloody floor. As we danced, I felt a gaze on me. Someone was watching me. I scanned the crowd as I turned around in the werewolf's arms.

It took some time, because there were so many guests. But eventually I spotted him. Leaning against a post in the mansion, off to the side of the ballroom. Xavier Moreau. He crooked a finger in my direction. My cheek was against Castors, in mid dance. Perhaps it was the alcohol in my system or the high from the party, but I couldn't even think about refusing him.

I caressed Castors head in my hands, and snapped. His neck jerked to the side, a sickening crack vibrates through his body and my fingers. Immediately, the werewolf goes limp, and slumps to the floor. A few dancers nearest to me glance at the dead body, but no one comments on it or spares Castor a second glance.