the siren † john seed

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If Liquorice swore, a long string of swears would come spewing out in a second. Dylan watched her sing with her heart, a thing she never wanted to show to him.

"You sounded sweet, doll." Dylan says, ignoring the angry Faith standing just beside them. He brushed Faith off as if she wasn't there, much to the dismay of the short woman.

Just the sound of his voice made Liquorice want to punch him. So she did.

Liquorice caught Dylan off guard, causing him to fall onto the ground behind him. He quickly gets up, rubbing his cheek.

"I deserved that," Dylan awkwardly trails off, his cheek stinging. "Hit me again, doll."

Liquorice was about to go again, as she was angry and wanted nothing to do with him, until Faith stops her.

Faith pulls her back a little, rubbing her back softly.

"You'll make him feel better about hurting you, don't do it, L." Faith whispers soft enough for only Liquorice's ear.

"You're breaking my heart here, Lana, doll." Chimes Dylan, who took a step towards them.

"Her name is Liquorice. Please call her by that, doll." Faith spat back at him. Dylan looks unaffected as he completely ignored her existence.

Liquorice was about to call him out for something unrelated, until a familiar voice interrupts her.

"Is everything alright here?"

The good-looking satan once again swoops Liquorice off her feet as he basically floated his way there. He was like a ghost, a very attractive ghost.

"Yes everything is okay. Lana is just being a bitch about me complimenting her." Dylan rolls his eyes.

Liquorice wanted to jump on him and rip his hair off as she felt past angry, furious. She shook from how furious she was.

John looked angry by this remark, but he hid it behind a smirk, a smirk that held the "I'll murder you" glint.

Liquorice wondered how he wore this so good. He looked beautiful.

"Oh?" John finally talks after what seems like forever.

Liquorice swear his eyes held something that felt darker than any brown eyes she saw. She was scared he'd rip him apart right there.

Dylan was trash, sure. Liquorice didn't want him to die, as he only slapped he once. Dylan didn't go full on torture on her.

Just as he was about to take a step towards Dylan, Liquorice throws herself in the middle of them.

"Stop!" Liquorice shouts, scared Dylan was about to get murdered. "He only slapped me, John it's fine."

John's eyes widened. He was going to punch Dylan so hard he sees stars forever. He hadn't known Dylan had slapped her.

"He slapped you?" He asks, grabbing Liquorice's cheek and tilting it towards him. There wasn't a mark, which was good.

Liquorice felt her throat went dry as she realized what she had told him. This wouldn't stop him from murdering Dylan, this would give more of a reason to hurt him.

"Yes. I'm fine now, I promise." Liquorice pulls him away from Dylan, trying to calm him down. "Come, let's get out of here."

Faith watches as Liquorice and John walks off into the night, their tall bodies nothing but shadows now.

"They don't deserve you, Faith." Dylan says while watching them leave. Liquorice had this strange feeling to her, a feeling you wanted to desperately cling on to. That's why Dylan had went there.

Dylan felt compelled to make Faith swoon. If Liquorice wasn't going to love him, might as well try with another.

"They are very deserving of me, D...ylan."

"You can call me, D anytime, Faith babe." Dylan winks, causing the short woman to look at him with disgust. "But honestly, they don't deserve your care and affection."

Dylan had plans with Faith in his mind. First he'd make her love her, and soon enough they'd be in her bed, naked and doing the salsa.

And he had big plans what to do when he got inside of her,

Literally.

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