Turn Me Twice

14

One never interrupts Blake, so by the time I had a chance to ask him, it was four hours after when he was finally tired from interacting and retreated to his office for a 'fresher' glass of B negative, and a cigar. 

I sat on the chair at a weird angle so I didn't have to see him having his 'feast' i just wished I had some ear plugs to stop that stupid bitch from moaning.

"Are you going to tell me?" I asked irritated, there was only so much staring out of a window you can do. 

"I'm busy," I heard him say, obviously.

I sat still for another few awkwardly painful moments before I finally heard him reach for a napkin, god damn how can he intake that much blood? But then pure-bloods did need more than anyone else.

"Which one do you like?"

"What do you mean?"

"Of all the eligible heirs, which one do you like?" he asked again standing up, stepping over the half infatuated horny and half dizzy woman on the ground as he walked towards me, "Why?" I asked.

"Well, I thought we might save your favourite one to kill last,"

I raised an eyebrow, "You're going to kill a pureblood?"

"Not me darling, you are." He said as he leaned against the table wiping his already clean lips as he stared into the distance, "Take your pic, but make it a lovely masterpiece."

"Blake, why?" he obviously knew that it wasn't legal to kill a pure-blood, let alone get away with it.

"I'm getting bored." He hummed throwing the napkin on the chair, it could start a war, but of course, Blake wasn't just any pure-blood. There was a lot he could do and get away with, which scared me. Being one of the originals had its plus. "And they have irritated me." he scoffed, "Did they think only a pure-blood can be family. Let's show them." His eyes narrowed.

"Blake." I warned him knowing which territory this was going with.

"Start with Charlesington's son, he as quite cute. Make sure it's picture perfect, I hope you're thirsty." he gave me a sly smile before he stood up, "Now I must get back to the party but i want to hear good news, hopefully a scream or three by...midnight."

"That's only an hour away."

"I know, thank god you're fast." he stood up grabbing his tie off the sofa and placing it around his neck as he walked out leaving me sitting in his seat.

I wonder what Charles has done to get this, I have heard a lot of stories about people Blake hates, but never really paid attention to them. It must be bad, really bad, if he was going after his family.

I stood up gathering the material of my heavy gold dress knowing here was another thing I really didn't want to do. But the other side of me, the twisted side of me was thirsty, and as I walked out the door I couldn't wait to feel his skin against mine.

The only thing was he made it too easy for me, the first person I saw as soon as I went around the corner was Charle's son, Charleston. He looked up seeing me and smiled, another boy, I give him nine decades, he was quite young, still to know how the underworld worked.

"Hello again, Miranda wasn't it?"

I nodded seeing the half empty glass in his hand, "Can I get you another?" 

"Oh no, it's okay I shall find a maid, why make your pretty feet run around?"

You can't see my feet in this dress you idiot, I smiled instead, "Oh please, it's a pleasure." I smiled, it didn't take him long for him to follow me, "I always keep a supply in my room." I said, "It's great to hide away when these parties get a bit too much." I looked over my shoulder and his eyes flickered up, was he staring at my arse?