Quite Tasty

Peyton:

Inhaling the cool night breeze as the westerly winds blew the crisp river freshness along the darkened alleyway, waiting silently against the thumping club noise as the Rover drowned in heavy shadows. Shivering slightly, turning up the collar of the charcoal trench coat to keep the swirling winds off my neck, tucking my hands into my dark washed jeans.

How fucking long are they going to be in there?

Cursing the overcast heavens, but I agreed to do this in return for my freedom from that isolated cell in the Supernatural Headquarters. Sworn to secrecy, more like compelled but who fucking cares. Bain had his own agenda with dad and Uncle Titan, which the guy was more convoluted than ever, after his prized fighter fileted his manhood, leaving him dickless.

Stepping back into the heavy shadows as the side entrance opened with giggling laughter, drenched heavily in the thumping bass as the heavy steel door slammed shut. The heavy shadows outlining two females as they swayed and chattered happily, opening the Rover side door as the dome light revealed the last person I would ever expect to see again.

Well, well, well. Little Miss-righteous-witch, Bailey Clay.

She handed the curly blonde a hoodie, while she slipped on another hoodie closing the door a little too hard causing them to giggle, covering their mouths as they staggered back to the steel door. Pounding on it with a solid fist, laughing louder as the winds shifted in the opposite direction, smelling plum blossom and lavender.

“Umm..” Dax grumbled lowly from the shadows, watching as a blonde-haired guy stuck his head out of the door, smiling brightly as he acted like he was going to shut the door on them.

“Randi!” They both whined, shivering, doing a little dance as they held down the hems of their short club dresses, hurrying back inside as the next gust of wind slammed the door closed.

Smirking at the fact ‘Witch Bitches’ daughter was in town, and I owed that Witch a special ‘Thank You’ for handing me over to non-other than Sir Max Silvermoon, ‘The Black Bear’ and righteous douchebag.

Seriously, how could he be a High ranking Royal, when he was just as corrupt as the rest of us. Oh, let’s not forget who his little mate really is, but Mei Silverstone, the one and only fighter to destroy our whole operation because Uncle Titan couldn’t keep his dick or ego in check.

“Evening.” Jumping slightly as the glowing crimson orbs stepped from the dancing shadows, revealing the tall, regal figure as the shadows whipped and swirled around him like ghostly bats.

“Fucking Christ, Helmer! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Retracting my claws, flicking out my collar as Dax stirred angrily in the shadows.

“Fucking Vampires.” Dax hissed darkly, flashing his pearly fangs as his chocolate ambers gleamed with a dangerous hue.

“Sorry, young man. I sometimes forget how quiet I can be, but you should be more aware of your surroundings. What if I was an enemy?” Scoffing at his smug smirk as the glimmering light reflected off his protruding fangs, brushing his styled black locks from his forehead.

He reminded me of Sebastian from ‘Black Butler’, which was fitting because the character was a ‘demon’ and this guy scared me more than anything. I have seen some scary individuals over my lifetime, but the former Vampire Royal himself took the cake plus some.

“What are you doing here?” Pulling out a Black ‘n’ Mild, smelling the mellow cream fragrance blend perfectly with the tobacco as he flicked his thumb and forefinger, sparking a small blue flame. Puffing in the refreshing nicotine as the smoke billowed seductively over my lips, dropping my head back against the cool brick wall.

“Out for a nightly stroll.” His swirling crimson orbs sparkled menacingly under the dim lighting, noticing the red droplet along his chin as he thumbed it away with a satisfied hum, licking it away with a fluttering eyeroll.

“How was your ‘stroll’?” Laughing darkly as the side door clinked open again, a curly haired woman leaned against the wall, lighting up a cigarette with a drawn-out exhale of billowing smoke.

“Quite tasty. She had a good taste in alcohol.” His pointy fangs pressed into his bottom lip, smirking at the woman as she snuffed out her smoke, fisting the steel door with a heavy sigh.

“RANDI! OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!” Her humorous laughter sang darkly through the night breeze as the same blonde poked his head out with a bright smile, pulling her back inside.

HISS! Snapping my eyes to the darkened glass orbs that pierced through the swirling shadows, stepping back as the swirling mist snapped and flicked against the shadowy backdrop.

“Oh, my nightly stroll just got even more entertaining.” His sinister words sliced through my body like icy glass shards as he plucked the Black ‘n’ Mild from my fingers, puffing a smooth drag as he hissed out a delightful hum of swirling smoke.

“You know this ‘Randi’ fella?” Plucking my cigar from his smirking lips, hearing the DJ thank everyone for coming out as the party-goers vacated the building in drones of laughter, drunken rants, and blinding headlights.

“Quite well, indeed. He was my so-called ‘mate’ I had rejected because honestly, a Vampire Royal like me mated to another man is distasteful. He refused to accept the rejection, so I did what I had to do. I faked my death.” Scoffing out a laugh, puffing on the mellow cigar as the club lights switched off, and the normal street lamps resumed their dim glowing.

“Okay. So why are you here?” Waving to his relaxed pose leaning against the brick wall as the side door clicked open, smelling that plum blossom and lavender again as Bailey swayed out, leaning against the Rover drunk and unbalanced.

“Umm…” Dax grumbled again from the shadows as the rest piled out of the door, clicking it closed as they stumbled towards the parking lot. Randi and another man helped the drunken girls, laughing, singing into the night skies as we stepped out from the shadows.

“Twenty years ago, a witch approached me. She wanted to end her life, but her magical essence was too strong for normal methods. Sweet little thing too, but she wanted to rid herself from this earth, so she beckoned me to assist her in her suicide. Unknown to me, she was pregnant.” Side glancing his cold expression, waiting for the rest of the employees to leave so we could locate what we were looking for inside.

“For a century, I laid low waiting for the perfect opportunity to take back my rightful birthplace on the Throne, and in one single act of mercy, it was destroyed. That witch failed to tell me why she couldn’t kill herself, turns out that her family was a long line of Egyptian oracles. Your lovely father and uncle, plucked her from overseas on one of their many trips, enslaving her, using her for their selfish needs.” Rolling my eyes at his self-righteous bantering, when he was planning on murdering his own family to gain the throne.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like a good ‘fuck’ and love bloodshed, but I do have a fine line with raping innocent souls.” Growling annoyingly as the door clicked open, stepping back into the shadows as the curly haired woman and another male exited, hooking their arms together as they walked down the alleyway towards the parking lot.

“The child?” Huffing out as we continued slowly towards the side door.

“Yes. Yes. The ritual I used to bind her powers so she could turn human long enough, required my blood seal, however, the unknown child became bound to me by magic. The more the child unlocks her spiritual abilities, the weaker I become.” Grabbing his arm as the door opened again, watching as the Nightshade brothers carried out a sleeping girl, Elicia, tucking her in the backseat, quickly driving off as the alarm beeped inside the building.

“That was her.” Looking over at him in shock, snapping my eyes back to the Rover as it disappeared around the corner. Dax shifted nervously from the shadows.

“Are you sure? She’s human.” Pointing in the direction of the Rover as his crimson eyes blazed a haunting hue of blackish-red, slamming me up against the damp wall as his fangs peeked from under his twitching lip.

“What do you know of her?” Gulping back the lump in my throat as his nostrils flared, sniffing along my neck as my heartbeat thumped wildly along my jugular.

“H-Her name is Elicia DeWalt. An orphan from my hometown. She’s a no body, an outsider.” Snarling out as his razor-sharp nail dragged along my throat, tapping it to my jugular as my heartbeat hammered violently beneath my ribcage.

“Are you sure she’s human? Because I could feel her spiritual presence from here.” Looking at our location in relation to the distance of the steel door, maybe fifty feet, no, sixty feet. Gulping back the salvia as Dax grunted and snarled from the shadows.

“You don’t know for sure if she’s human or not, do you?” His tongue flicked over his fangs in amusement, dropping me to my feet as he ran his hands through his black locks confirming my comparison from earlier.

Fucking Kill me already.