#int: natalia lockhart

[loserlikewe]

@saintsandsiinners​

twenty-first century parties were... interesting, to say the least. whether it was high school or college ragers, the things she’d seen in hollywood media were definitely over-exaggerated. she’d been to speakeasies in the roaring twenties, both of the black and white balls in new york, and the first mardis gras parade in new orleans — it was all better than whatever trash this private nightclub party was that she’d compelled her way into, but the night was young and she needed a drink. there was talk of hunters around the area, thank god for social media, so she has her guard up throughout the night.

leaning against the bar, she’s drinking a glass of scotch on the rocks. her eyes scan the area, searching for her next victim. the pounding of everyone’s heartbeat excited natalia. however, a particular scent drew her in, smelling so sweet and delicious. her tongue trails along her lips, lifting her glass to take a small sip. her hand stops mid-air, however, as the smell of blood became pungent in the air — her blood. she hears a small clattering sound, her eyes darting downward to spy a blood-stained razor several feet away. natalia looks up to find the person’s pair of eyes on her. a low growl resonates from the back of her throat, and in a swift movement, natalia has her pinned against the wall in the outside alley-way. her eyes, so blue. “what are you, a hunter? not a smart move, baby blue. i’d hate to take the life out of such pretty eyes.” her pupils are dilated, sclera blood-red. the veins under her eyes become apparent. “on the other hand, your scent is quite inviting.”