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monzamash · 2 years ago

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ruin the friendship — charles leclerc

summary – maybe you were a little more than friends but that was between you, charles and god. nobody else. and you refused to be the one to break the pact. pairing – charles leclerc x you (female reader) rating – 18+ (smut, language, sexual references, probably bad french/italian) word count – 2.5k a/n – “we passed being friends like 20 fucks ago” requested by anon. thank you! masterlist

“Everybody get changed for dinner and we will meet downstairs at the restaurant in an hour. Le Bein?”

The group of nearly a dozen of Charles’ co-workers, employees and friends all nodded in agreement and went their separate ways in the foyer, buzzing about how beautiful the resort was. And it was truly magnificent. Extravagance fortified every wall, even the ceilings. Chandeliers dangling from the rafters above, sparkling and flaunting the huge amount of wealth that was stashed away in the Italian Alps. Eye-watering amounts of wealth.

You weren’t enamoured like the rest because simplicity was more your taste, minimalist living was the way of the future and you weren’t afraid to voice that to Charles as he walked up beside you, eyes trained on your rolling ones. His hand was dangerously hovering above your lower back, the large puffy jacket the only thing keeping his hot touch barricaded from your cool skin – he couldn’t help himself.

“It’s over the top but Ferrari is paying for all of it,” He whispered into your ear, too close for your comfort, especially around his brothers who were no doubt watching your every move – adamantly sceptical that you and Charles were just friends.

“I should report you for misuse of company funds, sir. And if anyone from work asks why I was here when we get back next week – it was a coincidence. Purely happenstance.”

“Si,” Charles drawlled, toggling between his native tongue and Italian, which always threw you off, “You coming up to my room after dinner will just be some luck too, yes?”

You could hear the smirk on his face before you let your eyes glance his way, breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck and again, standing way too close for a pair of colleagues who, by chance, had accidentally found themselves in the same place, at the same time. That was the story and you were sticking with it. Unfortunately Charles was a horrible actor – that much was obvious since the moment he sparked up this unlikely romance with you but in his defence, his impulses were intensified after weeks of being away from you. And you felt the same.

The relationship wasn't exclusive by any stretch of the imagination in the beginning, but as time went on, you became loyal to each other. The friends with benefits label was a facade for the public and for your employment but deep down, you both knew there was more to your relationship than just sex. You knew each other so intimately and spent hours staying up ‘til dawn, sharing your deepest, darkest secrets. He made you feel safe, like you were more than just a girl who happened to work for the same company he worked for. It was easy to get swept up in the lavish lifestyle and reap the benefits that came with it but Charles saw you differently – saw life differently. And to him, you were the missing piece to his puzzle.

You were friends’ first – great friends but he was charming and by far the most attractive man you’d ever laid your two eyes on. And by some miracle, he felt the same way about you. But all of that meant your friendship had been compromised, your working relationship was hanging in the balance because if either of you caught feelings and made them public, then you’d have to report it to HR and you didn’t want to lose what you had.

Because sneaking around was kind of hot. Or really hot if you asked Charles and you didn’t want to burst his bubble. You weren’t that selfish and truth be told, you enjoyed the thrill of it. The secret glances from across a table when you were supposed to be taking notes, subtle touches whenever he complimented your suggestions in a meeting and riskiest of all, the quick fucks in his drivers’ room between qualifying blocks. That had unabashedly become a perk of your job and a scandal waiting to be blown wide open but you loved it.

“I think it might just be your lucky day, Leclerc,” You replied and looked away from the man who was seconds away from exposing your secret, calling off dinner and dragging you up to his room for dessert. But he was better than that and obviously he could control himself for a couple more hours. Surely.

“See you soon then.”

He looked like a man tortured when you walked into the restaurant, all of your glorious curves swaying side to side, eyes on everyone but him. Since simplicity was your style, you’d gone classic – long, black satin skirt hiding the stilettos you wished you didn’t have to wear, paired with a black blazer and a white, lacy bustier top underneath. It was a fancy establishment, which meant everyone was done up to the nines, their best attire on display and you were pleasantly surprised that Charles hadn't caved to the pressure of appearances, marching to the beat of his own drum in a basic black tee. He still looked as delicious as the aperitini he’d already ordered for you, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“For me?” You asked him politely, feigning surprise even though these were the little things he would do for you in place of physical touch.

“Of course.” He smiled, delighted that you took the seat directly across from him and not the one being offered to you by his annoying younger brother.

You are beautiful, he mouthed once everyone returned to their 'round the table small talk. You are. Charles had you blushing and fidgeting with your thin gold chain, as if it was first time he'd ever said that to you. It wasn't but it still had you squirming in your seat, grinning like a lunatic.

The 3-course dinner was sensational, and more than satisfied the hunger you’d conjured up during your long day on the slopes and Charles agreed wholeheartedly. He had also worked up quite the appetite retrieving you from the snow every time you stacked it, brushing the ice from your suit and cheeks, lingering longer than he should have. It was great fun but famishing once you all made it back to the resort.

“All my training has gone down the drain after that meal – my god.” Charles groaned and patted Andrea on the back with a mischievous smile, taunting his trainer and closest confidante. Andrea simply shook his head and muttered something to the effect of vaffanculo before disappearing into the bar with the others, sick of Charles' shit after being stuck with him in the Dolomites for the last 3 weeks.

You and Charles hung back from the group, both waiting for the other to send up the bat signal, or in your case, holding up the three-finger salute. Your first solo hang out – not a date – with Charles was watching the Hunger Games together, snuggled up with a glass of wine. Ever since, your signal to abort mission had been the sign used in that film and more recently it’d become your gesture for sex. Would you have liked it to be a little more sexy? Sure but it did the job.

“People are going to miss you, ma belle,” Charles whispered between the soft kisses he was sloppily pressing to your trembling lips, backing you against the only blank wall in the room.

“Don’t care.” You rasped, moans caught in your dry throat as you felt a pair of cold hands unzipping the long silk skirt you’d worn to dinner and gliding it down your shaky legs like it was as light as a feather.

A small gasp slipped from your lips as you caught Charles’ dark eyes again, his soft laugh fanning warmth across your face, "All I've been able to think about tonight is this..." He stammered off with a smirk before running his hands down your sides, pushing the thin blazer off your shoulders and gaining full access to the length of your neck.

You moaned quietly and brushed your dainty fingers through his soft, dark brown locks, "It's all I've wanted since we got here," You whispered and rested your head back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of his hands smoothing down your to your ass.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Charles growled against the tops of your breasts that were being pushed up by the tight bustier top, leaving you breathless and shaky under his touch. He got off on having complete control over your body, especially like this – desperate and panting for him in the darkness.

Charles dropped down to his knees and pushed his hands up under the hem of your top so he could access the waistband of your panties. You were spellbound now with your eyes closed and heart thumping in your chest, head dizzy and skin sizzling as he trailed his hands down your thighs, gliding your flimsy underwear down far enough that you could step out of them without needing to look.

"So sexy." Charles groaned at the sight of the dark red lace that had been hidden by your skirt, his hot breath now fanning over your shaky legs that were now completely bare and exposed to the cool air, even though your were burning up, "Le rouge n'a jamais été aussi beau." Red never looked so good.

His large hands gripped you thighs and roughly separated them in front of his mouth, every single little movement riling you up even more. Charles was ravenous, hungry to devour your after hours of deprivation – starved of your taste, of his name falling from your lips. He needed it, needed you to sing his praises, beg him for more and you never disappointed.

Your fingers brushed back up the side of his head as he hooked your leg over his shoulder and buried his tongue between your thighs, sending you into overdrive and taking your breath away. Your hands instantaneously gripped the tuft of brown waves on top of his head, trying to control the moans that were threatening to escape your chapped lips, his fingers doing the work of a maestro, orchestrating your body like a symphony.

"Feels so good," You whined as Charles grunted, mouth still attached to your cunt as he readjusted your leg on his strong, muscular shoulder, deepening the achingly perfect angle even further and making your already shaky legs start to tremble with pleasure.

Charles took your sensitive clit between his teeth, gently and pressed his free hand that wasn't clutching your thigh to your stomach, balancing you as best he could as you uncontrollably bucked your hips, riding his perfectly flat tongue. You placed your smaller hand over his and arched into his face, trying to alleviate the knot building in the pit of your stomach. He felt so fucking good and looked even better when you did dare open your eyes, peering down into his sinful ones.

The small smirk that appeared on Charles’ dimpled cheeks when your gaze met his was enough to send you spiralling into a whimpering mess, unable to stop the loud moan that ripped from your constricted throat – you were getting closer with every single teasing stoke he gave you, his thick fingers fucking you into a blackout and you were losing it. He muffled a laugh and didn't relent one bit as you white knuckled his wrist, attempting to hold in the noises that were so close to escaping, jaw clenched.

"I wanna hear you, bella – let me hear you," Charles panted as he glanced up and continued to taunt you, “I want to hear you moaning for me like this for the rest of my fucking life.”

Even in your orgasmic haze, you furrowed your already rutted brows at his comment, head throw back, still whimpering, “Friends don’t say that to each other, Charles.” You breathed, gliding on his unrelenting fingers, his pace slowing as he processed your words.

Charles scoffed and pulled back from your pulsing core, eyes trained on yours as he pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh, voice hoarse. “I think we passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago, baby. You don’t have to pretend when it’s just you and me.”

It took you a second until you nodded silently, agreeing that you didn’t need to keep the act up with him. You brushed your fingers that had been knotted in his thick, beautiful hair, down the sides of his glistening face, lips raw and looking like a mirage.

“I like it when it’s just you and me.”

If you blinked, you thought he may disappear from your vision but he made sure you knew he was real, kitten licking your sensitive bud and reassuring you that he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.

“Me too.” He whispered.

It didn’t take long for Charles to resume his toe-curling assault, sending every nerve in your system into lockdown as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. He’d put both of your feet on the ground, thighs spread as far as they go so you could ride his face, insisting that you came like that for him. The feeling of having every breath suppressed from his lungs while you let yourself go on his tongue, fingernails clawing at the skin on your thighs was worth the rush of blood to his brain. His face was beet-red, pupils blown out and he was achingly hard, scared he was going to blow in his pants like a prepubescent teen.

"Oh my fucking god, Charles," You moaned loudly as he reached up and pressed his palm firmly on your flushed chest, needing to feel your heart thumping under your skin, making him feel alive.

"I've got you."

"I'm – baby, I’m right there!" You cried out, head thrown back against the wall again as Charles eased you through your earth shattering high, panting and sweltering under his touch.

Loud moans echoed through the hotel room as he lapped up everything you had to give, holding you in place and making sure you were completely satisfied before removing his shaky fingers and pressing a couple of pecks to your reddening thighs – no doubt leaving bruises from his tight grip. You couldn’t wait to feel those small reminders of his touch in the morning. It took a good couple of seconds for your mind and body to float back down from the clouds above and god, it was a gorgeous sight when you did come to.

"You are so good at that," You breathed as Charles used your hips to drag himself up off the carpeted floor, hands still clutching your waist to also keep your knees from buckling. He knew you too well.

The sensation of his swollen lips kissing yours brought you back and without hesitation, you hooked your arms over his shoulders and deepened the kiss. His hands snaked around your lower back, bodies flush and you could finally feel how hard he was underneath his trousers.

Knowing Charles was that turned on from making you feel ethereal triggered a proud smirk to sweep across your flushed face, “Would you like some help with this, friend?” You teased, reaching down for the button on his pants, flicking it open with ease.

“It’s what friends are for, no?” He cockily replied before you clutched his stiff cock in your palm, causing him to gasp at the sensation.

“Absolutely would love your help – thank you very much,” Charles quickly added, desperate for your attention as he captured your lips in a rough kiss and nudged your body towards his messy bed.

“That’s what I thought,” You chuckled into the kiss, letting him cash in every single benefit he could imagine. All night long.

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ultimaxell · 7 years ago

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A Night To Remember :: Monster AU

This is The First part AND The Newest Post together.

Everything written so far.

Wordcount : 10976

“How many more minutes?”

“Thirty.”

Renu’s pacing only grew worse as she heard her answer, her heart falling from her throat to plummet into her gut. Her heart stalled as she heard Koy answer her, realizing that their time in the safety of the law were coming to an end. Though it was only temporary, Just a simple twenty four hours of her year, and every year had seen the end of Liberatio day with her and Koy safe and sound, guarded by the best protection money could buy, she still felt it as her time slipped away from her, through her fingers like running silk. There was only thirty minutes before the demons made their way from the shadows they hailed from, where they would roam their streets as the beats they were, the truly horrific creatures that plagued the earth. The bearings that bore human skin in effort to hide what they really were.

In thirty minutes, they were allowed to do whatever they wanted, Beasts with a child’s understanding of human morals would be allowed free into the streets and here she was, pacing the hallways of Koy’s home as she worried and fret that the reinforced doors would protect them, that they would make it through one more Liberatio. Thirty minutes was all she had before hell night started, and most of those twenty four hours would be spent huddle up against her best friend, probably in the basement or Koy’s room, dependent on where her small and bubble friend wanted to hunker down.

“REN! Ren, Renny, Renu, Renny girl, my friend…”

She heard her before she saw her, The slightly heated little purr of the brunette that slithered along Renu’s skin like a whisper of flame. The warmth of Surreal’s body was almost welcoming to the ice cold that Koy’s parents liked to keep their home at, as her hands found their way along her bare arms. She soothed her with little patterns, something of her motherly instincts coming through even as Renu felt her shift more into her, and smelled the slight sting of alcohol on her breath. Her hands were practiced, be it by the fact that she had Remmy as a best friend and had a constant practice with trying to calm her wild temper as well as keeping her own in check. Surreal practically coddled her as as she pulled her closer, a slightly uncomfortable feeling beginning to crawl up the black haired girl’s spine at the closeness of her breath on her neck, the general unease she held at the touch of others starting to creep along her skin. Surreal didn’t seem to noise Renu’s unease at all, as she swayed slightly on her feet, a cool bottle touching Renu’s side as Surreal used her as something of a crutch.

Of course.

“Stop. Fucking. Freaking. Out.”

Surreal hissed the words in her ear, but most of it had lost it’s edge when she smelled the cheap beer wafting off her in waves. Any sort of affection that might ahin the movements lost a little of the light that had previously mingled in it. Her words only really making Renu roll her eyes for a moment before she shoved the other girl off of her.

“You’re seriously drunk, thirty minutes before Liberatio?”

“Better than running a path into the hardwood floors of my best friend’s house, huh?”

There was a cocky twinge to her lips as Renu felt her face heat, a stubborn burn that bubbled in her throat. Surreal leaned back, laughing as she brought the bottle back up to her lips, the laughter dying as she took her drink. The brunette twisted on heel, shrugging as she dropped the now empty bottle in the trash can.

“Either way, I’m not drunk. It takes more than a cheap beer to get me drunk.”

Renu watched as surreal moved about the room, her hands brushing over the walls that held them in. The windows had reinforced steel lining the glass, bars decorating the sill. There was a moment that surreal took them in, before she turned back to the pale girl, a look on her face that had Renu’s pride bucking up and her temper roaring.

“There’s literally like three feet of metal between us and any exit or entrance to this house. Your being overly worried over stupid shi-”

“I’m not stupid.”

The sudden snap of her voice, the dip in tone and pleasantries made The brunette pause, vivid green eyes turning to look back at the narrowed red eyes that bored back at her. Surreal watched her coyly, a steady stare under long lashes as she took in the smaller girl, the careful tension in her body and the smooth way her breathing shifted just the slight bit as a shudder of something dangerous unfurled in the shadow of her eyes.

Such a nasty temper.

“Koy! Get your Girl! Before she goes feral, thanks.” Surreal drawlled, her body already moving toward the door.

“I’m just staying. Nothing has happened in all our years, and it’s way more likely we will end up bored with a day off in our futures. Stop stressing, the demons won’t touch us, they’re not under your bed. We have nothing they want.”

Renu watched her leave as she huffed in irritation.

“Why did we invite them again?” She muttered as she turned back to her best friend and the only one she ever really cared about keeping by her side.

Koy Davis.

“Are you ready?”

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“Okay, so i’m about to go ahead and set us up on live. Instagram or facebook?”

Vendetta Daniels shifted, the rocks under her tennis shoes scraping against the old wooden floors. She could not quite say the noise bothered her, rather it was comforting. It was a god send to know that there was no real easy way of moving about this place without making some sort of noise. That way there was no chances of a to sneak up on her. She could hear the chatters of the rest of the group as they approached the entrance that was behind Caven, Tex and herself now. Their laughter bubbling just up as the entered almost in a single file. The way through was small, not even a entrance, since the actual doors to this place were long over grown. No, what they were all trying to crawl into from was nothing more than a hole in one of the walls. There was a second where she just sat there, watching the bubbly girls as they took in the almost thirty year building in. Each of them showing a different range of emotions. Everything from astonishment to even a vague disgust.

But every single one of them began with practically same exact emotion as she always did. Awe.

“What time is it?”

“It’s 6:56. Four minutes to go.”

“Peyton. Blythe. We are in the middle of the forest, more than forty miles away from civilization. No one is coming out here. It’s fine.”

The words slipped out as slim fingers worked over the gopro attached to her head, adjusting the light before moving again restlessly. Her fingers fiddled over the glass of her screen, swiping through the lite up electronic until she got to exactly what it was she wanted.

“Facebook. We have more fans there.”

Her voice was sweet, low as she cooed the answer from petal pink lips. But those blue eyes never shifted from her own device, fingers moving agilely over the screen. Each motion with intent behind it. There was a second where the only thing she could do was stare at the girl. Caven Evans was exactly what you would have called the girl next door. Cute, cute enough to make Vendetta feel a pull deep in her gut to tease the girl. To see that lip pout as she looked her in the eyes, her own shining as tears brimmed. Just the thought of the sight of it pulled a wicked smile over her own mouth. As cute as she was, she could also have you wrapped around her pinky finger in a heartbeat. Her eyes enough to bring a full grown man to his knees. More than enough to have Vendetta putty in Caven’s hands.

“Okay, that's fine… How old was this place again?”

“Thirty six years it's been abandoned.”

Her eyes flickered again, this time to the brown haired Tex, her own hands fumbling with the light that was attached to her forehead. Trying to tighten the elastic band that was keeping it in place. She much like Caven seemed slightly distracted, by little details that were surrounding them. But her violet eyes squinted as she moved, her own feet taking her further into the building little by little. And though Vendetta noticed it. The questions began to spill from her lips.

“What even was this to begin with?”

“A hospital. They didn’t even get the chance to take anything with them when they were all leaving. Only got minutes to grab their belongings and evacuate. From what i heard-”

“Wait! Wait! I need to turn live on, i’m sure they all want to hear this. Just remember. No names, no one gets to know where we are until we are home.”

There was a few seconds of pure silence, other girls from their group moving completely on without them. All disappearing further into the building to do their own explorations of the rotting building. Vendetta flipped through the apps on her phone until she got to the shared account between her and the girls, it took seconds for the red letters to flash across the screen, and a smile swept over her lips. Her hand came up in a greeting as she smiled toothily at the camera.

“Hey guys, this is Vendetta Daniels. And i’m here once again with the Caven Evans and Tex Falkov. Like promised we are out on the most dangerous night of the year. Liberatio… Now today, we won’t disclose the location until a later video. For safety reasons. Obviously.”

“Like i was saying, The place has been abandoned for thirty six years. And it is indeed a abandoned hospital. One that was evacuated. There’s not a whole lot more i can say without giving it away. So let’s head on in.”

“First i’d like to state that crawling my happy ass in here was not exactly how i imagined us starting off the night but it’s all gucci. The entirety of the building is closed off and this was the only entrance we could find.”

She swung around to face the small opening, the wallpaper that was steadily rotting off the wall almost covered it again, bending forward to cover their only escape out of the place as well as in. Shrubbery was already trying to sneak itself back into the building from where they had to pry them back.

The silence seemed to thicken the air for a second as the sirens rang of in the far distance. Signaling the beginning of Liberatio. A night that all the girls she had decided to go exploring with would be free from this year. There would be no monsters here, no blood or carnage that usually sits right outside their doors on this night. Instead they were miles away from any other living people. They were all safe.

“Release the beast.”

Her words were mumbled as she stood, her feet crunching with each step as she moved back towards the other two girls.

“So, we stay together for a little while and then split in the lobby?”

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It never meant anything.

Saho had yet to be asleep. It was true, he had honestly gone to bed about twelve last night, early enough for the Dhouti Prince but late in comparison to the early nights that humans had. He had intended it to be just that, a night in his bed, alone,w here he could finally try and get the good nights sleep he had been promising himself. However, as it was, Insomnia was a terrible mistress, and one who have him no rest days and offered him no relief, no saving grace besides his own body's limits. Insomnia and him and been far too close for far too long, as he could still feel her limbs, her hands, her finger tracing over his skin, his mind. Insomnia was a terrible mistress, and god when she rode him... she rode him hard.

He had spent the night staring at the window of his room, at the night skies, feeling the power under his skin but having to retain it. There was a simmer there, just burning in his chest as he breathed in his anger and controlled his strength so that he might hold the muse of being human. He thought about his life, the human life that blended in with his mask that had somehow become something more then a part time costume. Saho had no qualms with what he was, who he really, truly was meant to be. He knew it was dark, twisted, filled with latent emotion and vicious violence. He was a beating, of great revision, a demon of renown. Saho was a monster beyond anything this world had ever seen, and he knew it. He held the power of worlds in his blood, the abilities to render mankind the saves they were. He was greed, possession, luxury and the high life. He was what everyone strived to be. He got what he wanted because he held the power to do so.

He was a prince.

He was, at best, humanity, at it’s worst.

He played their games, bested them at every turn to remind himself that he was better.... He had risen to his power and took what he had wanted. He had walked over people and made more enemies than he could count…. He had done many things, more things than he really wanted to think about to get what he wanted. He had done something that he had disagreed with, had done many things as he had struggled and manipulated his way to the top.

But none of it had meant a thing. Not one instance of it did Saho ever doubt the thought that he was better than all those around him.

Until Vendetta Daniels.

His downfall was a stupid one. Saho would have never guessed the great equalizer between him and the humans would have been this tiny, little, perfect slip of a girl, a fragile, perfect girl whose voice rang like a melody he never wished to forget. She was the only thing he had ever found that he had craved so desperately, his usual wants fleeting and superficial but this? This was something else, something that bordered on obsession.

Though about one million other people would agree with him.

That was the part that baffled him. Sure, He was rich, he was powerful, he was a man who had it all, but to Vendetta he was just another username in the followers list, and the fact she thought of him in the same group as the relentless hounds that went after her didn’t sit well in his stomach, kicking the anxiety that had decided to play in his gut into overdrive. It wasn’t like he couldn’t see why. Vendetta was cute, gorgeous really, with pretty red eyes and long tumbling white hair that fell over a body the gods had crafted just to be spiteful to the rest of mankind. funny and just that touch of sarcastic and aloof distance that had you craving more of her content. She was someone made to be followed, a leader, a true divine being. The brightness of the cell phone's screen didn’t hold her warmth, and he longed for the day he would feel the pretty pale skin against his hands, the day he would hear her breathe his name in between heated moans and feel her heartbeat beat in time with his.

Vendetta deserved to be worshiped. She deserved to be worshiped by him.

But she didn’t even know his name.

He had never even met the girl, but she plagued him, played on the hunter that dwelled in his chest, the predatory and aggressive beat that commanded he claimed what he wanted. The short of it was that Vendetta Daniels had been an accidental find on youtube one day, and her snarky, sarcastic personality had lulled him as he made to click away. He didn’t see her at first, only her blond friend whose name he hardly remembered, and the brunette that also couldn’t really remember the name for. Honestly he had been interested, as he had always had an odd fascination with ruins and abandoned things, and her commentary made the discoveries more enjoyable. He had already half fallen in love with her after watching a few of her videos, but it was only when he came across the videos that actually showed her face that Saho had finally came undone.

It had started off so simple. He had binged watch her videos as Insomnia claimed another of her week long reigns. He had watched as she wandered the abandoned building. It had been harmless, but slowly she had grown to plague him too, and so he decided to solve it the only way he really knew how; to deal with the lust bubbling in his veins.

Vendetta Daniels would be his, his next conquest. He didn’t often take challenges, not really caring about who it was he slept with so long as they followed his rules, but when he did, there was something in him, a monster that went beyond the blood and status that ran through him. He was relentless, never letting up, determined to get what he wanted. And saho always got what he wanted in the end.

His Echevarria, His Lee, Anyone who held his interest, when Saho decided that you were going to be his, he didn’t waver from his goal. He didn’t care how long it took, He would find a way to get what he wanted, would corner anyone with enough time. Saho was a hunter, and this? This was his favorite kind of prey.

The perfect angel that would never see it coming.

Saho felt it as his phone vibrated, the screen lighting up to signal a notification. He groaned slightly, sure it was another of his friends messaging him and telling him he should be coming out this Libertario with them. They had bribed him with alcohol and drugs and all the girls he could handle, but Saho didn’t hold any sorts of interests in the mayhem tonight could bring. Lazily, the dark haired boy lifted his phone, tapping the screen to keep it lit as it took a moment for heterochromic eyes to settle against the blaring lights that were built behind his screen. He knew there should have been more excitement in his veins, but he felt nothing as he scanned over the words without really seeing them. He just wasn't feeling anything but Vendetta.

Vendetta Daniels Is Now Live

There was a moment of stillness, before saho could feel it, the surge of something rising in his blood as he gasped. He clicked it quickly, his lips pulling into a smile as he waited a moment for the video to load. He could feel that anticipation mingle with the dread in his blood, the hammering of his heart filling up the paces in his mind with quick harsh beats that made his skin warm and his eyes to burn. They had said something about being out tonight, on Liberatio, but he had thought they meant like they would run about their street or neighborhood for a bit, that the video would just end up being a vlog and he could stop worrying. He had been steadily trying to convince himself of this, to fight back that worry that had been clawing at him.

All hope of that died when the screen filled with the images of rotting wallpapers and a broken tile. His heart plummeting as he heard her start to spread, to fill those spaces with the honey of her voice because it was hard enough watching as she turned down the hall, where he saw nothing but familiar cracks and ragged rock.

She was in the old abandoned hospital. The meaning of the building had different translations based solely on whether or not you knew the real reasons for the sudden evacuation of an entire hospital. It was practically an urban legend for monsters, demons like him, and there she was, being careful not to say names and keep her location hidden.

But not from him.

“Oh Come on Ven…” He muttered into the silence of his room, his breath heady as he sighed his accented words into life. She was testing him. He had been fully sure to cancel any plans he might have had for this liberatio because he had wanted to listen to her, had wanted to see her…. He had intended, wholly, not to leave this bed tonight.

But She was less than fifty miles away from here and god she was calling him to her, a siren’s call that he could not help but answer.

Saho pushed up off his bed, His hand clutching his phone as he pushed himself into the darkness of his room. His body shifted, moving for a moment before it paraded he suddenly slipped forwarded, appearing right before his closet to pull out his leather jacket, his knife, all the things he would need on a hunt.

Mission. He corrected as he strapped in the blade, He was on a mission. Vendetta didn't know that she was being more than obvious about where she was to anyone with knowledge on monster legends, and so he was simply going to…. Protect her.

Yeah that sounded better.

Saho paused on his way out the door, his hand brushing over his smooth top dresser as he slowed his steps. Mismatched eyes took in the contents spread over it, to the little box that his fingers now rested on. He debated, turned the idea in his head. On one hand, he wasn’t calling it a hunt, so there was no need to do anything drastic. But wasn’t it always better to simply just…. Be prepared for any situation?

Saho Clenched his fingers, glaring at the box before he said fuck it and grabbed the contents of the box to throw it in his jacket pocket. He wouldn’t need them. He knew that…. But why not be prepared?

- Time Skip -

It had taken a little longer then he had thought it would to get here.

His bike had been stashed somewhere about five miles away, and now he was hiking through the woods on overgrown roads that used to lead straight to the hospital. He walked quietly, his eyes locking on the looming building as it appeared out of the gloom. His smile spread like the receding fog, his eyes bright as her voice drifted into his ears through the near invisible black headphones, ringing truth over him as he felt the growl building in his throat. The alarms sounded, distant, unheard by human ears, that signaled the beginning of the twenty four free hours he had.

“Release the beast.”

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He was nervous. If he could call himself anything it was that. He could practically hear his heartbeat drumming away in his chest. He could feel the low hum of his blood as it passed in his veins. His ears felt hot, his cheeks red from the cold wind that blew so gently over his exposed skin.

The house loomed over them ominously as the bells rang out across the town, signaling the beginning of a night he had wished it never had to come to. A night that he had hoped would never have to become a part as their reality. But sadly, here he was. Standing outside the quaint little house that Koy Davis’s parents owned, watching as the steel barriers began to slide into place over the windows. He even watched as Koy’s father, who could really remember the boring bob’s name, closed the steel cage that protected the front door. Nothing fancy, just your every Liberatio precautions. Sure the metal could keep out the neighborhood kids looking to start trouble. Thick enough to stop bullets from penetrating the house. But it was not nearly strong enough to keep him or his out.

Not by any means.

Nothing was going to be able to keep him from getting into this specific house tonight. Not so long as Renu had found herself behind the confine. Much like every other person here by his side, they had someone that was just important enough to them to keep them invested. Rhoe moved to flick the burning cigarette from between his fingers, his foot moving out to crush the lite end. There was a second before he blew out the smoke, his eyes drifting to Grey. The man who could only stare, menacingly, at the home.

“Is it just Thorn inside by himself?”

“Nah, you know fucking Rigger is attached to his fucking ass.”

Grey dragged in another bout of his cigarette never really flashing those oil slick eyes away from the building. He was wholly concentrated, wholly devoted to his thoughts on the nights plans. Something, that Rhoe had been imagining, dreaming, vapidly obsessing over for the past couple of weeks right along side his companions. The cluster of boys seemed to shift around them, all of them waiting for the signals to begin. Waiting patiently for their opportunities.

All he could think about was the black haired beauty that haunted even his waking hours, dream after dream of their meeting. Of her words that meant little to nothing to her, but the entire world to him.

“Hey do you mind passing me two of those beers?”

Her voice had captured him first. His interest peaking at the accent that seemed to punctuate each new word that spilled from behind lips that were just as easily captivating. Music seethed and roared, filling the huge house that had been around them, but even with those few notes that he had heard from her, there was already a need crawling through his veins. Creeping along ever so slowly to set something a blaze in him. He just wanted to hear her speak again. He wanted to hear the almost melodic undertones of her voice as she graced him with just pure existing in his general vicinity. He wanted to watch that pretty mouth of hers part, he wanted to watch as her lips move to form words meant just for his ears. Rhoe was already a man captured by a girl he had barely even just met. And if he was going to be flat honest here, he didn’t mind so much, not in this moment.

His lips parted, a small chuckle passing his own lips as he let her words actually sink into him. She was witty. A knack that had always got him caught up in some sort of trouble when it came to girls. One that he seemed to have a little bit too much of an appeal for. And she was quick, she was quick to set some sort of rapture in his chest. That slow burn turning quickly into an inferno that he could feel setting little sparks off in every direction in him. His hands move, one finding home in his jacket pocket the other finding its way to his jaw, rubbing along the skin before his thumb found his bottom lip. His smile wavered in thought for a second as he watched her eyes darken, almost as unmoving as his own. Endless channels that he only ever wanted to fall straight into as he watched them.

Fuck.

The girl hadn’t said more than fifteen words to him. Couldn't have. And there was a hint of frustration that spiked through his spine as he realized that he would have to actually say something in order for her to speak back to him. And that seemed to be a much bigger problem than he ever anticipated.

He could feel the stares, although he never looked up from this girl. He could hear the breathing of the crowd, the air moving through lungs like the rush of a freight train. He heard blood ebbing, flowing in veins, beckoning, a sweet seductress, teasing his senses until his craving was an obsession, dark and relentless. He didn’t want to hear them, he didn’t want any of them to exist around them in this moment. But he tried his best to brush that feeling off his shoulders. It wasn’t normal and it wasn’t something he often felt about anybody and he damned sure wasn’t looking to get attached to anyone.

They whispered. Hundreds of conversations. Secrets. Pickup lines. The things whispered in bars under the cover of music. He heard every word clearly as he opened his mouth to give her some sort of answer rather than standing there with his mouth agape. He heard the whispers of women as they discussed him. Rhoe. Lead quarterback and the only guy that most hadn’t even begun to really get to know. They wanted to bed him for all the wrong reasons, and he wanted them for reasons that would have terrified them.

Reasons why even the girl in front of him was not excluded out of. And he was not about to take her out of the running either.

“I’m at your full disposal.”

The words had slipped from his lips with a quirky half cocked grin. His eyes sliding from her only momentarily, moving over the little brown glasses by his side.

She could rob a man of his sanity

He could smell her now, a clean, fresh fragrance suggesting the outdoors, the rain forest after a cleansing downpour. A hint of exotic flowers, and something else-something wild. Something not quite human. Rhoe felt his muscles tense at the unfamiliar scent, a strange quickening, a heat spreading throughout his body, but he held himself under control.

But here was only one clear thought that flew through his head then and even now as the sirens rang off in the background.

Renu was his. And nothing was going to change that. Tonight was the beginning of their life together, even if he had to drag her into it kicking and screaming.

“Okay, we all know the plan?”

“Well, i would have hoped after the sixteenth time you repeated it we would have caught on.”

Deadly green eyes flashed toward the DelaRosa. Rhoe’s limit for fucking around already at its peak for the night.

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It was never as scary as people liked to think. That was not to say that this place was not terrifying on it own. No it had almost every dynamic to be the very definition of horror movie aesthetic.

The entirety of the building was rotting, the entirety of the structure creaked and moaned with each step that the girls took. But other than the sound of them it was almost silent. Even the other girls had dipped far enough away from them that she couldn’t make out any distinguishable sounds from them. Nothing. Which would have been concerning, if she didn’t know exactly who it was that she had brought with her.

Vendetta let red eyes shift restly over the cracked walls and broken glass that littered what she could only assume was the main hallway that would take them to the lobby. It was a long hall with what seemed like no end in sight, door after door they passed, all three of them in total agreement that they would wouldn’t truly start exploring until they had reached their first destination. Where any and all actual exploration would begin. Their time becoming their owns with each one of their own fan base. All while staying relatively in ear shot of the other. Or at least in walkie talkie range. They were not about to chance leaving anybody behind or even being lost to a building that had such scary stories behind it.

“How much further is it?”

Her voice rang through the hall, raw and echoing, bouncing off the walls. All it did was serve as the reason the chills were beginning to crawl their ways through her blood. The very reason she could feel her blood turning to ice in her veins. But Tex didn’t seem to notice, her eyes still crawling over the old map that she had just happened upon through a email. Nothing weird about that. But whatever, point was exploring this place alone seemed to be probably the dumbest decision she could have possibly came up with. But there was not a single way she was backing out of this now. They had come way too far and plus she was already on live. Was she really about to disappoint fans? Or embarrass herself by wimping out too early? Hell no. She was Vendetta Daniels, the girl was known for her abilities to stay stable under pressure.

“It shouldn’t be much further to be honest. We have to turn down one more hall first.”

As much as Vendetta liked to play s the capable badass bitch, she was not. Sure, these places were terrifying. And really she loved doing them. Would never give up the career. But who sat in there homes on what happened a boring tuesday evening and decide to go on a fucking the most dangerous night of the month and have a little party in a really creepy, super sick hospital. Fucking crazy people. And who decides to do it as a dare? Well… Apparently Tex did so can’t say much to that. Caven was not exactly against the ideal, considering that the second the idea had passed Tex’s lips she seemed to spark up. Vendetta was not being the only one to go against something that everyone seemed pretty adamant on.

Earth and debris shifted under each step, the crunch of glass growing ever more familiar as they passed by broken windows and shattered doors. She could hear little creatures shifting in their presence, hear the old creaks of piping that was steadily decaying. And sure, there were little things that peaked her interest. There were things that she stopped to show. Stopping almost multiple occasions to stop and lift up the small papers or objects she found littering the halls. Her fingers rubbed over the grim covered covering of a medical record. Giving a few good shots of the papers that still filled the binder, before setting it back down to move on again. Nothing really caught her eyes for more than a couple seconds at a time.

At least until she walked into the lobby.

The world seemed to go stark quiet around the three girls as they entered the side entrance to the main lobby. The whole thing looked like it came straight out of a early eighteenth century horror movie. The center of the entire room a huge what had to be at least twelve foot tall statue, vines and rot crawling its way over the wet stone. Above it the night sky loomed, bright stars dotting the sky, only visible thanks to the lapsed ceiling.

Vendetta moved, pulling her camcord off the clip on the back pack. There was no way she was going to miss a shot like this. There was silence as the others seemed to follow the same logic as her, beginning their own little routines to catch a living memory of this moment. The water dripped lazily from the broken edges of wood, serving to hit the statue below with a soft pap.

“This place is the literal definition of both terrifying and exciting all at the same time.”

Seconds passed after she spoke, silence her only reply.

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It had been the TV that had tipped her off to the beginning of the Holiday of dread.

Koy’s house didn’t have the thick walls that blocked out the noise of the streets that the premium package of Liberatio protection offered. But she had been paying attention more to the curve of Koy’s cheek as her smile spilled over her pretty pink lips, watched her eyes light up as she talked about the games she was playing and the plot of some show or other that Renu herself would never understand, but loved to see the joy it brought to her friend. She hadn’t heard the alarms as they blared, too busy staring at her pretty little Davis to Hear the words float along the now barren streets.

But she couldn’t ignore it as it blared through the house, a high pitch shrill that sent shiver down her spine as she gasped in surprise. Koy’s father like to have the TV set on high during Liberatio, mostly due in part to the fact that it was far easier to hear anything that might be important of it was playing just a few feet away from you. The alarm rang out like the toll of death’s bell, and she felt her lungs freeze as her breath caught in her throat. Her hands found solace in the only place she really knew comfort, Koy

This was it.

Liberatio had begun.

Did Renu really think that something drastic and violent and messy was going to happen tonight? Well, the possibly was always there but honestly the chances of it actually happening were astronomically low. As much as she really hated to admit it, Surreal was right in the fact more than likely, tonight was going to pass with her stress levels through the roof and a twenty four hour nap afterwards because her emotions had run her body ragged. Really, Renu didn’t think the world was going to change drastically overnight and she knew monsters tended to go after people who had wronged them or were dumb enough to go out at night and test fate. If anything she more thought that maybe some neighborhood monster boys would think it funny to terrorize the neighborhood, something that she assumed most monsters did when they were too young to understand the bloodlust in their veins. Her only real concern really was if some idiots would take things too far and try and scare more than they were willing to give out of the group. That was a frighteningly high possibility, if the rumors around school were anything to base off of, the whispers of violent threats and heinous crime that only furthered her belief that monsters were incapable of emotions. She knew she was making herself more stressed out then she needed to be, so she took a breath, inhaling the icy air as she closed her hand around Koy’s.

“Well, At least It’s Finally started…. No more waiting.”

There was a moment of silence, as Renu turned toward Koy to take her in. She smiled slightly, her lips quirking as she lifted her free hand to brush away the flyaway strands of hair that crossed over her features.

She could hear the rest of the guests in other rooms, most moving this way as she heard footfalls and voices getting louder in the entrance hallway to the den. The alarms didn’t just signal the start of the death dealing holiday, but it seemed it was as well the warning bells to the end of her solitude with Koy. She felt a bubble of resentment bubble up at that, but she pushed it away as she heard the handle creak, before a metal jingle rangt out, the den door stuck again. There was a moment, before the was silence, and a loud thump as she watched the blond haired boy tumble in, followed soon after by a pretty little blond with wide and almost innocent eyes.

“Talos, You going to break the door.”

The blond haired boy turned to Renu, and she watched as a look of mock appall crossed over his features like melting butter. His eyes went wide, a pretty dark wood brown that burned with an ember that never seemed to fade. There was a heady look to his eyes, something flirtatious he could not shake, and he added a little gasp to make the act all the more dramatic.

“I would never!”

“You broke mine just last week.”

Korin’s voice was high, a chime of silver in breathy winds as she piped up and stopped Talos in his tracks. The look was shifted from the Red eyes girl back to his best friend and supposed partner in crime, Korin Masters. Korin simply looked up at him, her hands placed together primarily as Talos gaped at her for a moment. There was a sigh before he huffed, crossing his arms a little.

“You're supposed to be on my side.”

“So The wrong side?”

“Tratorious little bitch.”

There was a giggle as Korin just watched him, and It was actually sort of amazing to watch the irritation slide of his features the longer he looked at the little blond. Talos was nowhere near what anyone would call the calm sort, a hyper bundle of nerves and instinct that had him in the office at school just as often as he was in detention. He was quick tempered and energetic, a bad combination when you counted in his mental and physical stamina. He was more than willing to throw the first punch so long as he also had the last, something he was sure to make sure of. There were few people that actually wanted to cross him, and while his reputation was more than earned, there seemed to be a more dormant soft side to him that only his forever best friend, korin. As it stook, Only Korin was able to get away with teasing or pushing Talos around, and it was because she had this boy so completely wrapped around her finger.

Much like the rest of the school.

Renu really wasn’t sure how Korin had found her way here, considering she was just about one of the most popular girls in school. Korin was…. Infamous, really, the school slut who didn’t seem to care what anyone had to say about the matter. She was wholly relaxed, dismissive of the hate that seemed to circle around her endlessly. The rumors never seemed to really affect her popularity however, as she was still one of the most sought after girls in the school. Especially compared to her and Koy, who people barely paid attention to them and hardly realized they were there. Renu wasn’t exactly well liked. She was more abrasive than anything else, and she seemed to always have something to prove. She wasn’t exactly the kind the wished for party invites and boyfriends, but it wasn’t hard to see the very distinct line between their world and hers. Korin didn’t live on the fringes like she did, Korin was the star of the show, the life of the party.

How did she end up here?

Oh yeah…. Koy couldn’t stop herself from over talking.

Even now, she felt it as the brunette by her side moved, her body shifting as she drew in a happy breath. Renu let her hand go and allowed her to move, flutter over to them to speak in quick and happy tones. Koy was a sweet girl, with pretty brunette hair that tumbled down her back in waves, her eyes a dark ocean blue that shimmered with more life than a thousand galaxies. Koy was pretty enough to be popular, but Renu was no fool that Renu herself was a massive deterrent to talking to the girl, and Koy didn’t do so well when it came down to deeper connections with people, the girl social but unable to make the friends she should have had, but Koy never seemed to notice, instead turning those thick lashed eyes toward her, her lips pulling into that innocent smile Renu would die to protect.

Renu moved her hands, feeling along the fabric of her clothing as she reached behind her. She felt the cool sting of metal, a comfort that she kept hidden from the rest.

“So what should we do now? We have twenty four hours to kill.”

She hummed lightly under her breath as she stood up from the couch, her hands restless and awkward, shifting positions until she settled them across her chest. There was a wicked gleam in Talos’s eye as he turned dark brown toward the smaller girl, and Renu felt her lips pull at the sight, her hands squeezing on her biceps.

That look never boded well.

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The tiny vibration of his cell phone radiated through his entire body, his entire being flinching as it purred loudly against the cold metal of the car. The small jingle captured his attention entirely as he shifted to place the newly lit cigarette between his lips. Tanned fingers pulled the sleek black electronic from his back pocket to hold up the brightly lit screen. His eyes flashed over the words that were planted across his screen in big bod italics.

Text from Rigger:

When do you want us to cut everything?

This was utterly terrifying to him, his heart dropping in his chest. But he tried to stay calm. She deserved it, she deserved him on top of his game. She deserved the very best parts of him and being a coward in the moments that mattered seemed a little bit unproductive. He was here. He was here for Renu. He was not leaving without her in his hands tonight.

She deserved to know about the fire she had lit under his skin, she needed to know the depth of gratitude he felt towards her. His body alive for the first time in his life and it was all thanks to her touch. And her touch alone.

Rhoe shifted, his elbow coming to make contact with Grey’s upper arm only to grab the dragon's attention. There was a moment where he could see the brief irritation cross over his features, a huff passing past his lips as the smoke poured into the brisk autumn air around them. It did nothing to deter Rhoe, all to used to the attitude that his asshole of a best friend seemed to always carry as a second skin. He just shifted, pulling the phone up so that Grey could lean in take the words in for himself. Rhoe watched as those eyes moved over the screen, the expression crossing his face only causing Rhoe's own lips to pull. This was not like Grey, not his Grey at least. You could read the stress that was etched into his expression as he pulled away. See the subtle hesitation that was built up his chest as he pressed his thumb and forefinger to his eyes trying to rub away some sort of anxiety.

Grey was not himself right now. He wasn’t what he thought he would have been on a night that he had decided to take his girl. Like the rest of them, by force if pushed. He was supposed to be the one that was riled up, rowdy in his game that he knew was about to unfurl right in front of them. Instead it seemed that every single one of the men around him seemed on edge, like the excitement had died down when the seriousness of the situation had actually planted itself on their shoulders.

“Just tell them not yet. It’s too soon... ”

As the words spilled into the quiet air, Rhoes fingers were already working over the keyboard on his phone, writing the words to a t before sending it. Honestly, it was surprising that out of all the men that were here, besides Ozera and Bridger that was that Grey was the most sound of mind between them. It was surprising only in the sense that he knew the man, had known him early into their childhood. They had sworn each other brothers if not by blood, and this was the most,... calm he had ever seen the man on a stressful situation. Considering we are talking about a man who would literally knock a person's teeth in for mispronouncing his name. Rhoe would know, he’d seen it with his own two eyes.

But there were people here that he would have assumed would have been a lot calmer than Grey, including himself. Rigger was definitely a top competitor in this, but considering he was the one actually in the house waiting for opportunity to tear the fuse box to shreds, Rhoe would not say he was the man that could really take too much more either.

“Are we giving them some sort of choice in the matter? Why wait?”

Bridger’s voice rang through the open air and cold eyes shifted to the smaller boy. He was moving restlessly, prancing basically from foot to foot as he rubbed warm hands over his jean jacket. Brown eyes never leaving what looked like a solidly protected home. But they all knew the truth. The barrier would do nothing against all of them .

“We have to at least give them the opportunity to hand themselves over.”

“That's fucking retarded. And you fucking know it. They would have already if they were ever intending to begin with.”

Bridger never moved, his eyes never coming away from the home. Anger a clear expression over his features, his eyebrows were pulled in concentration as he avoided each and every single gaze that was now turning into his direction.

“We are giving them the option first. There are other people besides you Bridger.”

Rhoe repeated, letting the words slide out just that bit more stern. He was not going to ruin what little chance he might of had of getting Renu as easily as possible because someone was butt hurt. She deserved the attention he was spilling into the plan. She deserved every little ounce of respect that he was trying to reserve strictly for the red eyed girl who had stolen his heart so wholly. And it was not going to waste, his attempt to win her love fairly was not going to waste over something so trivial as scorn lovers.

“Well,... Let’s get started then. We got twenty four hours to make them swoon.”

Xion pushed out of the car seat he had been sitting in, slamming the door behind him. Once again a clear sort of hesitation over even his expression, but he was moving. Right past Rhoe and Grey, and heading up the small little concrete blocks that made a cute little path to the front door. His movements were slow, his body moved with the grace of a predator, his fingers moving to press deeper into his pockets. And Rhoe was right behind him, his arms coming up for a moment before slapping back against his thighs.

“Game time boys.”

By the time he reached the small path, he could hear the metal screeching behind him. The scene he turned to would have impressed almost anybody here, if they had not all known Xion as capable. Rhoe could see his fingers straining against the heavy metal, but it was bending. Warping the dent out towards them slower and slower. There was no noise from the inside of the house that he could quiet make out yet. Instead it seemed almost stark quiet. Something that was suspicious on itself. But Xion continued until the heavy metal was away from the front door. Thrown haphazardly across the front lawn.

There was a second where Rhoe could only smile as Xion turned back to the boy, his own eyebrows lifted in expectation, his hands moving in a welcoming gesture to the lighter boy.

“After you big shot.”

Rhoe bowed slightly, his hand coming across his stomach before straightening to come to the front door, once again the unease set in his system. But he tried for all the world to seem unphased, to seem calmer than he really was. His hand came up, knuckles first to knock rapidly on the wooden door that sat between them and their girls now.

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There’s a moment, there and gone in an instant that he wondered what she would feel like. He freezes as his hands flutter along his arms to straighten the suit jacket that decorated his body. He gets lost for a moment, his mind racing off before the thought to stop it even crossed his thoughts. She flashed in his mind, his heart beat snapping in his chest as he thinks about how her heart might hammer slightly in time with his own, how, as he lifted the screen of his phone up slightly to see the video on her channel walk easily over broken glass and rotten papers, all trash, things he rather her pay attention to and he hoped was all she would find in her little quest here.

There were secrets, in those walls. Secrets he had to protect her from.

His gaze swept over the ruined walls of the hospital around him, his gaze snapping to the art that had long since fallen to the ground and the glass that had sattered against the tile. Everything was in ruin, everything was spilled over the floor even in the part of the building he was in. His mind never really registered it all, his ears strained to listen for the voice he so long to finally hear in person. He’s Locked in a fantasy he can not, will not escape. Her pale skin in calling him, her pretty red eyes and long flowing white hair that would collect dirt and grime and moss as she made her way through this maze of a building. His mind raced with a thousand different images, a hundred different ways his meeting with her could go. It wasn’t like him to imagine anything, Saho more of a doer than anything else, but Saho had been found lost in thought as the pretty albino girl passed his mind

The truth of it was. Saho was nervous.

The words were almost bitter to swallow. Saho didn’t do nerves. He wasn’t the kind of guy who really cared what others thought of him, so really, he did what he wanted, when he wanted and dealt with the ramifications and consequences along the way. But this wasn’t just some hot girl across the room or some pretty but replaceable girl from the suburbs looking to rebel against daddy.

This was Vendetta Fucking Daniels. This was more than a casual hook up, more than just a girl or booze, or drugs that made his heart sore and his mind fade from existence with only a flash of what was real, a sliver of solid ground. This would be his first time meeting her, the first time she would even be aware of his existence, and he didn’t want to make too horrible an impression. Thus why he had taken the time to go back to his apartment and change into a suit.

A suit was important for first impression. You always had to look your best when you had an important event.

And Crossing Vendetta off his Fuck list we definitely something he wanted to celebrant and commemorate with his best step forward

But what if he fucked it up?

The thought was enough to stop him in his tracks.His hands froze on his jacket, his body stilling before he ran an uneasy hand through his hair, a motion that brought him comfort when used to sneak into his parents room as a child and force them to lull him back to sleep.

Fucking this up was not an option. It never would be. He didn’t have the option of fucking this up, because one wrong slip up and everything he had ever dreamed about having or doing to Vendetta could go straight of the window. He couldn't accept that, not when he had been pining for her so long, not when he had been all but praying every night to finally just get a taste of her.

He was through Praying for what he could just take.

Saho moved along the floor, the slightly wet dewy substance splattering on his actually polished boot, griming them up again but really, Saho found it very hard to care in the moment as he heard her footsteps, soft, hesitate, a true explorer as she made her way over the unsafe flooring, the cracked tiles and the shifts in the concrete as it almost gave way to the hallways that layered beneath them. Saho moved, his head tilting as his hand moved to rest against the cracked pillars, the walls falling apart. He could feel it , the magic under his skin pulse as the shadows abut his feet shifted, struggled and pulled as the fell over his skin, making tanned skin almost ink black and his body almost as light as air. He shifted, nothing tangible but inexplicably it never stopped him from being able to see, to follow her where the moons rays would not touch his skin. Her footfalls echoed louder as he moved, and finally, saho watched as the creaking door opened.

And in walked perfection.

It was her. There was a sound in his head like the whir of a blade as he felt something in his life change the moment she passed through those doors. There was a gasp from him, his body tensing and hair bristling as he watched her, the uneven thump of his head making his chest hurt and feel like there was a sun right where his heart should have been. Saho’s heart stopped in his chest and he nearly lost control on the magic in his veins, his eyes widening as he watched as Vendetta walked into the room. It was one thing to have her on a screen, talking to him and twenty thousand other people at any given time, but now she was here, she was real, nota video, not a code or a program, but really, truly, flesh and blood. And she was even more amazing then he had even originally thought. There was no doubt about that. Vendetta was distinct, one of a kind, and it was more than long white hair, and burning eyes. Vendetta had a movement about her, a way she liked to shift and move that Saho had long since memorized. She walked like she knew what she was doing even when she didn’t, all confidence and pretty features that worked as a double threat to take him out. He had been expecting to be knocked off his feet when he saw her, had been expecting to find her more beautiful then he had thought.

He hadn’t been prepared to be assaulted by her very presence.

There was no denying how gorgeous Vendetta was. Her had long had a fascination with her odd correlations and had fantasized what it would be like to brush fingers through all the length of her hair what it would feel like to have this erede yes on him. He had fantasized about it, claimed the fantasies as his own and refused to let any of his friends harber any remote feeling of lust for the woman he had claimed. He had expected a certain amount of beauty, but the sight of her left him breathless, locked chains on his wrists,his ankles, his throat as he struggled to find the breath she had stolen from him. She was a tiny little thing, manly instinct to protect her rising in his blood like liquid flames. She was made of soft curves and beautiful to the core, body that had to be crafted by the devil himself, because nothing so good could have come from a prude like God. God did not touch on perfection in the mortal realm, but here, In the human's domain the devil ruled, and he had blessed Saho with the most beautiful destruction he had ever seen.

And then her scent hit him.

Everyone who knew the Dhouti’s knew about their particular thing for the scent of others. They had many quirks about them, his family, but a sit was, the whole of them seemed to agree that with all their enhanced senses, smell was the one they relied on the most. Most people smelled of rotten sweet and lingering sower human musk, but her? There wasn’t words for the scent she had and the effect it had on him. Her scent was bright, clean almost, something that reminded him of gentle laps of waves along the side of his Grandma’s boat. It was bright, like a windy Harbor day, and he found himself breathing in, inhaling as he parted his lips so he might gain a taste of her.

It wasn’t enough, never enough. It would never be enough of her because he knew, he knew that in this moment his whole life had changed.

And no one notice him or the astronomical event. Vendetta Daniels was here, live, in the flesh, and he had never been more ecstatic.

“This place is the literal definition of both terrifying and exciting all at the same time.”

Her voice bounced off the collapsed ceiling rock sand the walls still left behind., It vibrated in his skull, refusing to leave as he felt her words trace a line down his body, a bolt of heat surging through his body to nestle in his gut as a slow burn ache. Saho couldn’t help but close his eyes, his hand moving to that he could place his fingers over his heart, eyes closing as he listened to the rock steady thump that fluttered under a nervous quick bet. Blood roared in his ears as he moved, closer, closer, closer behind her, until he was directly behind her and could only smell her, see her, hear her, her heartbeat falling, racing beating in a mismatched step to his.

His hand was moving before he could top it, fingers tracing along her hair as he ran his fingers through a few strands, allowing the sink of her hair fall through his fingers.

“What was that?”

Vendetta snapped around, feeling the back of her head as she turned around to face nothing. Here yes went from wide to simply confused, before she appeared to come up with some excuse in her mind as to what it was.

Saho’s heart skipped as she nearly touched him, her face just inches from him as the shadows worked to keep him hidden from all in the human realms. If he wanted to, he could just reach out and take her, could just expose himself and pull her into his arms like he wanted to. She was just so close, and from this distance he could see the light pattern of freckles over her cheeks that made his gut flash with fire and his cock to twitch painfully.

Why did she have to be so goddamn cute?

“Thought I felts something… Probably a vine.”

At her words, Saho moved, stepping around her slightly so he could take her fully in. He let his eyes roam, his hand coming up as his eyes started to shift, his form going just that slight bit darker. He had twenty four hours to win her over.

Why not have a little fun first?

The girls were splitting up, which actually served Saho fairly well. He rose his eyebrows, not that any of them could see him as he gave his look of curiosity as they spoke of splitting up, which only left more opportunities to allow Saho to be alone with her. Which was exactly what he wanted.

Vendetta chose the notorious M block, the one wing known to have the worst of the of the urban legends that circled around this place, lores and legends she had no way of knowing without having a monster insider, something he was fairly sure she didn’t have or she would have never come her in the first place.

She started down the hall, her voice soothing as saho followed, slowly, softly behind her. He watched her for a moment as he fell into her groove, her element completely around her, allowing her to shine like he had never seen. It was one thing to see her on camera, on the other end, but in person, Vendetta seemed to just bloom under the spotlight.

How appropriate that she had stolen the spotlight of his attention. He would shower her with anythings he would desire, attention, adventure….

He’d hand her the word if she asked him to.

‘Just a little scared… Oh I bet she’ll be so adorable terrified…’

Saho’s heart skipped at the thought, his smile spreading over his lips as his hand lifted to cover the lower half of his face. The thought of it was enough to bring a flush to his cheeks, and the Older man bit his lip as he tried to call the racing, fluttering heart at the very image in his head. He felt it, the yearning that burned in his gut, his chest, his bones.

His hand lifted, a heavy moment before he flicked his wrist, watching as a door slammed violently right as Vendetta was trying to pass. There was a second before he shifted, sliding away from her reluctantly so that she might feel him as he felt his skin shift under his clothes, the real monster in him begging to come out and play with the pretty little prey.

‘What scares you?’

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