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【☠】 ―――― DYLAN OBSERVED STEPHANIE WITH A PREDATORY GLEAM IN HIS EYES AS SHE CHATTED ENTHUSIASTICALLY ON THE PHONE WITH HER AGENT. The idea of a Netflix miniseries adaptation of her book appeared to captivate her, providing Dylan with the ideal moment to make his move. He had manipulated the situation skillfully, enticing her with promises and leveraging her ambition to his benefit. Every step of his plan was falling into place seamlessly, with each action carefully calculated and flawlessly executed. While he couldn't comprehend why anyone would want to adapt that book into a miniseries, that was irrelevant to his ultimate goal.
AS STEPHANIE HUNG UP THE PHONE AND TURNED BACK TO HIM, A SLY SMILE TUGGED AT THE CORNER OF DYLAN'S LIPS. ❝ I knew you wouldn't disappoint, Stephanie. Looks like our partnership is shaping up quite nicely, ❞ he purred, his voice smooth as silk.
DYLAN CLOSED THE GAP BETWEEN THEM, MOVING CLOSER AS HE EXTENDED HIS HAND TO DELICATELY PUSH ASIDE A LOOSE STRAND OF HAIR FROM HER FACE. ❝ Everything is aligning perfectly, ❞ Dylan whispered softly, his voice filled with intimacy. ❝ Before long, we will have all that we yearn for within our reach. ❞
DYLAN COULD FEEL THE VICTORY SO CLOSE, ALMOST WITHIN HIS GRASP. With each whispered word and promise, Stephanie became more ensnared by his charm. It all seemed too effortless, almost flawlessly executed. Dylan's smile grew wider, concealing the cunning mind behind it. In that moment of supposed unity, Stephanie remained unaware that she was in fact dealing with the devil in disguise.
A road trip? The monsters finally let their guards down. It felt like they’d never leave their nest. For far too long, they never wanted to leave Santa Carla for one reason or another. Or at the very least, they’d leave town, but wouldn’t leave the general area, let alone the state itself. This would indeed prove to be the chance to get what they needed without sacrificing their own necks. Outside resources would prove beneficial for the Rose Institute. If Dylan pulled through, everyone would go home happy.
Before she could say anything, her buzzer rang. Instantly, she snapped, believing it was her secretary, while still in Dylan’s possession. “I told you, I don’t want interruptions!”
“Steph, it’s your agent!” A man spoke on the other line. “You’ll want to hear this.”
With a scowl, Stephanie brushed past Dylan, and marched back to her desk. Leaning over, she spoke into her receiver. “What is it, Wayne?”
“I got off the phone with a representative of Netflix. They offered to produce a miniseries based on the first Eternity Kiss book.”
Stephanie’s jaw dropped. Netflix? One of the most popular streaming services in the world? Her eyes flashed to Dylan, before she forced herself to take a seat on the edge of her desk. She was dizzy, but in the best way possible. She wouldn’t need to write if this was a possibility. Television would be a quicker creative outlet. It looked like not everyone cared about the tanking of her recent book.
“How much… are we talking about, Wayne?”
“Up front, they offered $5 million per episode.”
Stephanie shook her head. “No, I want at least $10 million.”
“Ten?!”
“Get them back on the phone, Wayne!” The blonde was beyond ecstatic at this point, with all the possibilities of what was to come. “Have them call me ASAP! I have a new associate with me who will back me up on this deal!”
After hanging up, Stephanie turned to Dylan and stated, “After today’s meeting with Netflix, you’ll be seeing those pass codes and keys before you know it.”
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[Dylan]✷#✷Interactions✷[Dylan & Stephanie]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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【☠】 ―――― DARIUS RAISED AN EYEBROW, A SLY SMILE PLAYING ON HIS LIPS AS HE ROSE FROM HIS CHAIR. ❝ I thought you'd never ask, ❞ he purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He stood up gracefully, his tall frame towering over her as he stood in front of the desk. Without breaking eye contact, Darius traced a finger along her jawline. ❝ You're not like the others, ❞ he murmured softly, his voice like silk and steel. ❝ There's fire in your soul. I can feel it burning bright. ❞
HIS TONGUE QUICKLY DASHES ACROSS HIS LIPS. ❝ You want something, ❞ Darius stated, a sly smirk playing on his lips. ❝ And I can't help but admire your determination. It's not every day that a demon comes knocking on my door with such... ambitious goals. ❞ Darius leaned forward, his expression turning serious. ❝ I have resources that go beyond your wildest dreams. Power, influence, knowledge... You name it, and it can be yours, you just have to let me inside that pretty little head of yours. ❞ His eyes bore into hers, a silent challenge lingering in the air. A flicker of something akin to respect crossed Darius' features before a secretive smile curled his lips.
SHE WAS RIGHT ABOUT HIM KEEPING BUSY. ❝ I’ve come to learn over the years that when you keep yourself in line of sight of your victims they never see it coming. Some would think this place is about the money but for me it’s merely a cover. ❞ As he gazed into her eyes, he sensed a kindred spirit in her, a hunger for power and control that matched his own. ❝ But we have all the time in the world to talk about all that. ❞
WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD, HE LEANED IN AND PRESSED HIS LIPS AGAINST HERS. The kiss lingered, a mix of passion and power intertwining as Darius and the demon stood locked in a silent dance of desire and dominance. A predatory grin spread across Darius' face, his aura pulsing with dark energy as both his rough hands slid under her shirt to pull it up and over her shoulders.
Ruby slipped away from Darius in order to walk over to the two-way window. Judging by the decor she spotted, she saw it was an adult entertainment business. She could imagine the filth that filled these walls when the doors were open. This was the establishment that easily had Dean Winchester's name all over it.
"You keep yourself quite busy," she noted as her fingernails tapped against the window. "More so than a lot of the meat suits I've encountered in the past."
Darius had both brains and looks. Quite the rare combo among demons. Her thoughts abruptly shifted to Sam, wondering where he was these days. She didn't forget about him, oh no. He was her number one target, because whenever Lucifer came back, he would ultimately go to him as his vessel. But the time she and Sam spent together made her wonder if her feelings for him change. Had she truly liked him more than just a manipulative puppet? … Perhaps. She tried to lie to herself about such emotions. It was all about getting what SHE wanted, after all.
But what did she get after helping Sam become more powerful than he ever could've gotten? A stab in the gut, death, and imprisonment for all eternity. Thanks for nothing. Yeah, so much for those feelings. And did she ever get so much as a "thank you" from her so-called master? Ruby's fingers curled into her fist so tight until she nearly broke skin. Screw it. Anger wouldn't get her anywhere, but she could challenge her revenge in a more positive direction. Lucifer would regret ever having betrayed her for her hard work and dedicated loyalty.
Relaxing her hand once more, Ruby wore a more relaxed expression on her face, as she sat on the edge of Darius' desk. As she casually removed her jacket and tossed it onto an empty chair nearby, she asked him, "How about we make ourselves more acquainted with one another?"
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[Darius]✷#✷Interactions✷[Darius & Ruby]✷#✷Infect Me With Your Lovin' Fill Me With Your Poison✷[Darius & Ruby]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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【☠】 ―――― STRIKER SMILED AT MOLLY'S WARNING, APPRECIATING HER PROTECTIVE NATURE OVER HIS FAMILY. He admired her spunk and determination, finding her maturity and loyalty endearing. As he watched her move about the guest house with a sense of familiarity, he couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over him for having her in their lives.
QUICKLY HE PLUCKED A FEW OUT OF PLACE GARMENTS FROM THE BACK OF THE SOFA. ❝ Thank you, Molly. I'll keep an eye out for any unwanted visitors, ❞ Striker replied with a smile, his eyes softening as he observed her. There was something about her presence that always managed to calm the chaos in his mind, making him feel at peace.
STRIKER FOUND HIMSELF DRAWN TO HER IN A WAY HE COULDN'T QUITE EXPLAIN. It wasn't just her beauty or her quick wit that captured his attention; it was the way she made him feel understood and accepted for who he truly was. He couldn't honestly remember the last time anyone had made him feel that way. Never once could he recall a time when she had looked upon him with judgemental eyes.
AS HE CONTINUED TO WATCH HER, A SUDDEN REALIZATION DAWNED ON HIM. It wasn't just gratitude and admiration he felt towards Molly; it was something deeper, something that stirred in the depths of his heart. With each passing moment in her presence, Striker began to acknowledge the growing affection he held for her.
HE FOUND HIMSELF WANTING TO PROTECT HER, NOT JUST OUT OF DUTY, BUT OUT OF A NEWFOUND SENSE OF DEVOTION. The way she effortlessly navigated their lives and cared for his family had touched a part of him he never knew existed. And as he looked into her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own feelings mirrored back at him.
HE HAD NEVER ALLOWED HIMSELF TO ENTERTAIN SUCH THOUGHTS FEARING THE CONSEQUENCES OF CROSSING THAT LINE AFTER MATTHEW'S MOTHER. ❝ I apologize for missing your birthday. I was thinking that perhaps when you get back from your trip maybe you would entertain the ideal of me making it up to you ? I was thinking maybe dinner ? ❞
Molly tried to keep it together when she arrived at the guest house. Yet on her way to the Sullivan household, she kept thinking to what happened to her best friends not even a day ago. The way they broke down and laid out their hearts to one another? It was the most romantic thing she'd seen either of them do for one another. No longer did she have to worry about leaving Chanel alone for a few weeks. Seeing what happened between her and Luke, Molly was sure they were in good hands with one another - possibly more. She just better get the details as soon as she got back! More importantly, she worried about her own feelings when it came to Striker.
All jokes aside, when it came to her fixation with older men, Striker Sullivan was the one she fell the hardest for. Others came and went, but never once did she stop to consider them. Ever since she'd gotten to know the werewolf, she became rather fond of him, and gotten to know him on a daily basis. Even when she became his family's babysitter, she'd often come over and spend time with him as a friend. With the consistent teasing she received from Luke, and the concerns from her father, Alan, it didn't stop her from seeing Striker as a wonderful and thoughtful man who was deeply passionate about his music. He was someone who didn't treat her as a child, either. And considering she'd just turned eighteen, she was technically an adult! She understood right from wrong. Though she didn't feel any different now that she was the big 1-8. It wasn't as if a magic wand had been waved over her head, or she underwent a transformation overnight like some supernatural creatures were fortunate (or possibly unfortunate) to go through.
"… Monday," Molly replied, finally answering Striker's answer to his question to when she was leaving. She almost forgot to say something, as she'd found herself awestruck over his features. His hair looked brushed aside, as if he'd quickly brushed it with his fingers. Like bedhead, but fashionable. How savvy. When didn't he look so handsome? She was convinced he existed to make her drool. Clearing her throat, she quietly accepted Striker's invitation and entered the guest house. She welcomed the warmth of the interior as she stepped indoors.
"Yeah, I leave this coming Monday," she said as she glanced about the place, taking in the fixtures of the bachelor's home. She loved everything about it; anyone would be crazy to demand he change anything about his taste. She liked him just the way he was.
Without wandering too far, she turned around, and mentioned to Striker, "Just be careful when you babysit the kids. Sometimes you get the random fangirls that sneak onto the property trying to ask for autographs or memorabilia from your son's band."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I remind them whom they're messing with, and they quickly scatter. I may have lost my 'Mean Girl' position years ago, but I still know how to ruin people if need be. Once I graduate this year, that's another story... but you should be fine!"
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[Striker]✷#✷Interactions✷[Striker & Molly]✷#✷Every Time I See You I Die A Little More✷[Striker & Molly]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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ALEX WINTER as MARKO THE LOST BOYS 1987 | dir. Joel Schumacher
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Kiefer Sutherland - David
The Lost Boys (1987)
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Star texts a friend for advice… (RP starter, takes place before Zoe leaves for Alaska)
Zoe wiped the sweat off her forehead as she made her way over to her phone, curiosity getting the better of her. As she glanced at the screen, a pang of worry shot through her. It was a message from Star. Concern flooded Zoe's mind because it had been more than a while since they had last spoken or had even seen each other.
[txt] What's wrong, Star? Is everything okay?
Zoe's fingers quickly punched out the text message, her mind racing. Something didn't feel right, she would have thought Star would have chosen Marie to confide in if she needed someone to talk to. Zoe's heart sank as she realized that Star must be going through something truly difficult to turn to her.
[txt] Tell me where you want to meet and I'll be on my way.
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[Zoe]✷#✷Interactions✷[Zoe & Star]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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@paranormaljunction ( For Paul )
David won't pretend as if he doesn't know there's something Paul is keeping from him. Time and time again, he's watched as Paul tried to get close to someone only to pull back and push them away. It's become a pattern, an all too familiar dance between them that David can no longer ignore. There's a tension that hangs in the air like an unspoken secret. David has always been perceptive, able to read his brother's emotions and intentions with ease. And with Paul, it's no different. He can see the turmoil in his eyes and he can feel the conflict inside him.
But what is it that Paul is hiding?
David understood that certain individuals were inherently destined to be solitary, and he might have embraced the notion that Paul was one of them if there hadn't been a profound transformation within him. The brother that emerged from Purgatory wasn't the same brother he used to be. Something was missing. David saw a flicker of Paul's former self resurfacing in the presence of Tamara, but true to form, he quickly changed his path. Tamara was no ordinary woman; her powers and abilities had the potential to be perilous if she became angry and resentful.
Paul was well aware that leaving them alive, particularly someone like Tamara, carried significant risks not just for himself but all of them.
" Think it's about time you and I have a talk. " David stepped in behind Paul before he had a chance to leave out for the night. He had already instructed Marko and Dwayne to head out and feed because he needed a little alone time with Paul. " I won't pretend that I don't know something is going on with you. I heard about the fight between you and Tamara. Care to tell me what's going on and why she is still breathing if you're done with her? "
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[David]✷#✷Interactions✷[David & Paul]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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Lucifer had always known Luke as a strong and resilient individual, someone who rarely showed vulnerability or sought help from others. So, the mere thought of Luke needing a therapist intrigued him. As the Prince of Darkness, Lucifer prided himself on being able to read people and understand their deepest desires and fears. But this sudden revelation about Luke left him feeling perplexed.
He couldn't help but wonder what events had transpired during his absence that could have led Luke down this path. Had something happened that shattered his confidence? Or perhaps there were underlying issues that had been festering beneath the surface for far too long? He recalled their last encounter, just before he went off to face Michael in battle. Had he placed too much weight on the young boy's shoulders?
Thankfully as he listened in he got a good taste of what the real issue was. Sooner or later Luke was going to have to face the fact that the women in his family were fierce, headstrong, independent, and knew exactly what they wanted when they wanted it.
" You know me, I never was one for following the rules. " Lucifer admitted before allowing himself to finally be seen. In an ideal world, he wouldn't be here right now ─ he would have gone straight home to his wife. The only thing stopping him from doing so was one pesky Winchester that was welching on their original deal. " I couldn't tell you the last time I saw Gabriel. Word would have it that he's somewhere in hiding. He never was much for the family rivalry. Michael on the other hand is still as much of a pain in my ass as always. " Enough with the small talk, it was time for the real reason he was here. " What I need from you Loki is a favor. Probably not one you're going to like very much. "
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"… See you next week, Luke."
Loki stood at the door, and watched his teenage patient vanish down the stairs before he stepped back into his office. After turning his back to the door, he flicked his wrist, and the seals were set in place. A magic ward unseen by humans covered the small building he occupied. Nobody would bother him during his lunch break. Sauntering back to his desk, Loki sighed, picked up one of his leisure magazines, and started flipping through the pages.
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But then a familiar presence leaked into the room. It was a far more powerful presence that was able to push through even his magic.
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"You clever bastard," Loki mumbled, but he chuckled, nevertheless. "I haven't seen you in over millennia. Do tell me you weren't listening in on that last therapy session. That breaks protocol, and it took me a long time to earn that boy's trust. You know I have problems earning people's trust, given MY history and all with causing chaos. By the way, how's Gabriel doing these days?"
#muchtodoaboutmuses#✷Muse✷[Lucifer]✷#✷Interactions✷[Lucifer & Loki]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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" Damn right, it's a date. " Sonya grinned.
Sonya knew that finding someone like Paul was rare, like stumbling upon a hidden treasure in a vast desert. He possessed an innate ability to understand her on a level no one else could. His unwavering support and genuine tenderness for her made her believe that anything was possible.
But life wasn't always kind, and challenges often tested them. They faced their fair share of ups and downs, but their bond remained unbreakable. Together, they navigated through the stormy seas of life, holding onto each other tightly. What they shared together was a beacon of hope, guiding them through the darkest nights. They became each other's rock, offering unwavering support and understanding for the other.
Without Paul, she was just another monster in the crowd. Paul was the light that illuminated her path, the one who saw the beauty within her when no one else did. His absence always left her feeling lost and insignificant, as if her true essence had been extinguished. Without him, she struggled to find her place in the world, yearning for the strength and comfort he always provided.
Which sounded totally crazy from a woman who could single-handedly bring Santa Carla to its knees.
She embraced him tightly, her head finding solace against his chest. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. Her lips released a distinct contentment as his fingers skillfully massaged her shoulders and tapped upon sensitive locations on her neck. He knew touching her neck drove her crazy, the chills along her arms were enough to confirm that.
She tilted her head back ever so slightly, allowing her gaze to meet his eyes. " Saying your goodbyes already? We still have a few more hours. Besides, even if I'm a little late it's not like I won't already be scolded for being out of radar for so long. " She wouldn't elaborate any deeper on that topic because sparing Paul of those details was the best thing she could do for the both of them. " Now when have you ever known me to not have my party energy kicking? " She employed her Huntress prowess to effortlessly maneuver him onto the bed, subsequently settling herself atop him. " Fuck it, I say we get high now and see where the night takes us. "
"That a girl!" Paul cheered. "It's a deal, and a date!"
He brought a hand up and brushed her cheek with his knuckles. Whenever she smiled, he swore it could light an entire room. It sounded cliché as all hell, but it was true. Sonya was way too damn special to let go.
His arm curled around her waist, and he hugged her once more. He was never in a hurry to release her. The thought of her going back to Hades always made him sick to his stomach, but there was nothing neither of them could do. Not now, anyway. Cheering her up was his own superpower, even if it was only temporary.
One night, while high, he thought about a scenario where he and Sonya were humans living together someplace far away. They would've totally made it. Whether it was in some cruddy apartment, or couch-surfing, the two of them on the road just living life on the edge and not living by anyone's rules would've been great. The two of them clicked in so many ways. How could they not be together?
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A hand slid up the back of her shirt, where he massaged her shoulders. He propped his chin on top of her head as he gazed out into the distance. His fingers drummed along the back of her neck thoughtfully.
"S'gonna be a long night without you," he murmured, "but I'll be thinking about you. I'll also be thinking about all the fun we'll be having together at the rock shows coming up, so be sure to bring your party energy with you."
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[Sonya]✷#✷Interactions✷[Sonya & Paul]✷#✷Thinking We Should Cross The Line✷[Sonya & Paul]✷#✷✷✷ EARLY YEARS ✷✷✷[ Verse ]✷
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As the music thumped through the speakers, pulsating with an irresistible energy, she reveled in her power over the crowd. With each beat, she could manipulate their emotions, weaving a web of euphoria and desire that ensnared them all. It was intoxicating to witness how easily they succumbed to her touch, willingly surrendering their inhibitions and wallets.
She had mastered the art of seduction, not just with her physical allure but also with her ability to tap into their deepest desires. A simple brush of her fingertips on their skin sent shivers down their spines, igniting a fire within them that burned brighter than any drink or drug ever could. The club became her playground, and these humans were mere pawns in her game. But as the night wore on, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness deep within. The prior night she and Paul had gotten into a disagreement and it had seriously thrown her off her game.
She tried to push aside the lingering thoughts, reminding herself that she was a master of control - she only felt what she allowed herself to feel. Perhaps it was time to reevaluate her priorities and find a balance between her seductive prowess and her own emotional fulfillment. Fun was fun but it no longer held the same allure for her as it once had. Despite having lived a long and fulfilling life, a sense of emptiness began to creep into her existence. She knew the puzzle's elusive element, yet she would never acknowledge it out loud because she had always been a woman who needed no one at her side.
But now it was time for her to work and stuff her personal shit in the back of her mind.
Matt and Syn were both on duty tonight, which was a bit unusual. Typically, they rotated nights, but she didn't think much of it as she prepared herself to go on stage. Moments later the spotlight hit her, she was suspended in the air on a chain swing above the stage. The familiar rhythm of the music filled her ears, fueling her every move. With each move, she commanded the stage, captivating the audience with her mesmerizing presence. The cheers grew louder, blending into a symphony of appreciation for her talent and dedication.
Lowered down to the stage she stands as her feet hit solid ground. Every movement she made seemed deliberate, captivating everyone's attention. As she gracefully slid down the long zipper of her dress, revealing her lacy lingerie bra underneath, a hush fell over the room. Her body moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music, accentuating every curve of her body. Her movements became bolder as she continued to tease, leaving just enough to the imagination while scanning the room for a potential victim after tonight's duties were fulfilled.
for @wickedanddeadly (Tamara)
The last time Lance Emerson had been in Santa Carla was when his mother-in-law passed away. He almost got into a fist fight with his father-in-law over her casket. Heated words were exchanged, and he couldn't wait to leave. Ironic that he found himself back in California years later, in the same town where many of his problems started.
Lance kept himself in great shape for a man of his age: slicked back hair, a preference for smart suits, and plenty of money. It wasn't his fault his ex-wife floundered at her job when it came to being a decent enough housewife. When they got married, she chose to leave with him and move to Arizona to live their lives together. He expected better out of her, especially with two sons. It certainly wasn't his fault that one died. Sam wouldn't have been dead if he'd been under his watch.
To distract himself, Lance decided he needed some entertainment. It was late in the evening when he left the Sea & Sand Inn. He hailed a taxi service, and informed the driver where he wanted to go. While inside the vehicle, he used his phone to make sure his business was running smoothly during his absence. He had no patience for incompetence.
"We're here," the driver announced as the car came to a crawl alongside the curb.
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Lance put his phone away and peered out the window. It was a nightclub where, even from the outside, one could hear the faint booming of music. The sign on the building read, "The Penthouse Club."
"Thanks," Lance muttered as he stepped out of the car, but not before reaching into his pocket. He haphazardly tossed a crumpled five dollar bill into the car, which then rolled underneath the driver's seat, then slammed the door behind him.
"Stupid fuckhead," the driver hissed before speeding off down the street.
#paranormaljunction#✷Muse✷[Tamara]✷#✷Interactions✷[Tamara & Lance]✷#✷I'm Preying On You Tonight✷[Tamara & Lance]✷#✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse TLB ]✷
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Ivy's usual routine involved lively dances on the Boardwalk, searching for individuals yearning for a greater purpose. Being a crossroad demon had its perks and drawbacks. On one hand, Ivy possessed an uncanny ability to sense and manipulate human desires, offering them deals that would grant their deepest wishes in exchange for their souls. On the other hand, she was bound to protect her territory from any supernatural trespassers who dared to encroach upon her domain.
Tonight, however, it wasn't just a matter of territorial protection. It was personal. Ivy had spent centuries cultivating relationships with those who sought solace on the Boardwalk, carefully selecting individuals whose desperation made them susceptible to temptation. But this time, someone had dared to invade her realm without invitation or warning. As Ivy pondered over the audacity of this intrusion, a mix of anger and curiosity swirled within her. She had encountered hunters seeking to claim her head before, but they were unfortunate in their attempts as she proved to be untrappable and couldn't be tricked. This was precisely why she, out of all the crossroads demons, had been designated to Santa Carla.
In the blink of an eye, Ivy disappeared from the Boardwalk and materialized behind the unfamiliar person. She observed him for a considerable amount of time while he stood at the heart of the intersection, where people typically placed their boxes filled with offerings to summon her. It was evident that he had a different motive in mind. It was easy enough for her to sense that this stranger wasn't completely human which left her a little intrigued.
" Looking for something, or perhaps someone? " She finally decided to make her presence known to the other. As she stepped forward, her eyes scanned the area, searching for any hidden traps or ambushes that might be awaiting her. She knew she had to proceed with caution, for the unknown dangers that lay ahead could be her undoing. It wasn't every day non-humans came seeking her assistance.
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It was the dead of night when Michael Emerson aimlessly wandered through the many hiking trails Santa Carla had to offer. He often came upon hapless humans in the most remote areas, those believed they wouldn’t be discovered. And after Michael was done with them, their carcasses would remain hidden, left to be swallowed up by Mother Nature.
It was thanks to Rory and Lilith that he was transformed into an even better predator than before. As a half-vampire, he’d been a confused and hormone riddled teenager seduced by the promises of creatures of the night. With the demons and skin-walkers, they understood his reasons for being filled with hate and revenge. His little brother died because of vampires. They should never have moved to this stupid place to begin with. His mind was full of rage and hopelessness. When Lilith and Rory reached out to him after Sam’s funeral, and after he nearly killed Edgar Frog, there was no hesitation on his part to join them.
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Michael was pulled away from his thoughts when he entered a clearing in the forest. It was a dirt crossroad - most likely used for forest rangers. Judging by the lack of tire tracks, it hadn’t been used in years. Curiously enough, he noticed recently disturbed dirt in the middle of the intersection. Was there an animal nearby? No, it looked too neat. Had to be human.
Michael’s eyes briefly turned black. A thin, sinister smile crept along his face. Nothing wrong with adding one more kill before calling it a night.
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KIEFER SUTHERLAND THE LOST BOYS (1987)
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Initially, when Luke proposed spending time together outside the house tonight, she assumed they would be going to the Boardwalk, as that was their usual hangout spot. Instead, they found themselves at the Cave, which was rather confusing since it was still daytime, which meant all of Luke's uncles were still in slumber. However, he promptly informed her that there was a hidden spot deep inside the cave that he wanted to show her. This wasn't the first time she had been here, but it was the first time she really traveled any deeper than the lobby.
She couldn't quite figure out what he was up to since he had become exceptionally good at concealing his thoughts from her. As long as they weren't spending an extended amount of time in the lobby she was okay with it. As much as she adored his uncles there was only so much her overly sensitive nose could handle. The general stench of death bothered her more than the smell of blood did. Thanks to her wolf and vampire side it made it pretty easy for her to traverse the dark tunnels Luke led her through.
Once he announced their arrival she let go of his hand and ventured inside. Her eyes widened at all the sparking lights bounced off the walls around them. Her nose eagerly embraced the refreshing scent of the ocean breeze, while her ears joyfully embraced the distant symphony of waves crashing nearby. " This place is amazing. " She declared. " Are there more places like this here? " She could only imagine what all they must have done to this place since having claimed it as their own over the years. Knowing the guys the way she did this had to have been by Star.
She discovered herself swallowing quite roughly only after he declared that they were the only ones present and would have the entire place to themselves. Her heart even kicked up a few beats despite her best efforts to subdue do.
It was now starting to make more sense to her after the near breakdown she experienced a few weeks ago during Molly's visit. " Well, now I know why I had to wear my bathing suit even though he didn't go to the beach. " She grinned trying to play off her nerves. Moving a little deeper in she noticed a few chairs and a table ─ she couldn't help but think how romantic all of this really felt. As she sat down on one of the chairs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Her long blonde hair was gently swayed by the soft breeze. " It's nice being able to spend time together, just the two of us. " As much as loved Molly and all the others it was very rare that she and Luke ever had any time just to themselves other than sleeping and in her eyes that didn't count.
for @wickedanddeadly (Chanel)
The Lost Boys were still nestled away deep in the dark elevator shaft when Luke and Chanel entered the cave, leaving the afternoon sun behind them. Hand in hand, they traversed down the stairs, and navigated through the old hotel that sunk into the cliffs during the famous 1906 earthquake. Rather than hang out in the lobby, the two walked to the back of the cave, where there were tunnels rumored to stretch as far back as to the boardwalk itself.
Luke remembered one tunnel in particular that Aunt Star and Uncle Laddie showed him when he was younger. It led to a small underground grotto that had colorful stalagmites and stalactites. Some time ago, Star strung special decorations off the stalactites where, when the light reflected off the water through the mouth of the cave, "faerie illuminations" danced off the walls.
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"Here it is," Luke announced as he allowed Chanel to step ahead of him. His eyes fell to her backside, noting the gentle curves of her body, and her slender legs. Already he was excited about being alone with her, but he wanted to keep in control for a bit longer. His lower regions would disagree, so he adjusted his pants and cleared his throat loudly as he shifted their heated lunch bags from one hand to the other.
"Cool place to ourselves," he went on to say, "and nobody to bug us. For once."
In all honesty, he preferred being down here than up above. As much as he loved Marko and his uncles, the cave stunk of blood, rotten food, and death. His sensitive nose could only handle so much for so long before he needed an excuse to go outside. In the grotto, he could get that ocean breeze, even if it was salty. Most importantly, he didn't have to worry about anyone interrupting him and Chanel. God willing.
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As Buffy continued to gaze at Michael, she couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Every time their eyes met, it was as if the world around them faded into oblivion. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull between her and Michael. It was a connection that defied logic and reason. The intensity of their gaze held a promise of a love that could transcend time and space, a love that could conquer any obstacle in their path. At that moment, Buffy knew that Michael had become the missing piece in her life, he was the one who had made her feel complete.
She found it difficult to fathom that throughout this entire time, she had been led to believe that he was a heartless, uncaring monster. How could someone capable of having such passion and beauty be labeled as heartless and uncaring? It was almost heartbreaking to think this encounter between them would soon end.
As she lay there, her body tingled with a mix of pleasure and longing. The lingering sensations from their passionate encounter left her craving more. Each movement of his hips, though tantalizing, only scratched the surface of her desires. She felt like she was on a high that her body refused to come down from. If she ever had an addiction he was surely it.
Her eyes fluttered again feeling his lips trailing across her neck. It had always been one of the most sensitive spots on her body. Knowing she was going to see him every night from here on out until she got to finally touch him in person had her heart pounding inside her chest. Chills rolled down her spine and without thought she found herself flipping the tables. Within an instant she had Michael lying on the grassy ground with her straddled on top of him.
" I hope you can get used to me being insatiable. " Both her hands rested at his shoulders, not that she thought she could even attempt to overpower him, but so that she could slowly and teasingly rotate her hips. Her eyes remained locked on his because no matter how long they were together it was never enough. " I hope my guardian angel can keep up. "
He wouldn’t dare look away from her. There was nowhere else he wanted to look. His fascination with the slayer was beyond obsession. Nobody would dare take her away from him. He’d marked her and planted his seed in her. Dream or not, they were now united as one.
His hand caressed the side of her face as her own hand explored his. He couldn’t stop touching her. It was like a renewed sense of wonder every time. She fascinated him in numerous ways. She was like no other human he ever encountered. Michal was mesmerized. He would dare say that his father’s greatest human creation was this woman beneath him.
Though their lovemaking had ceased, he refused to pull out. Instead, they remained entangled in each other’s arms, as they continued to touch and admire one another. Sweat on sweat, skin to skin, neither ever wanted to part. They were truly one and the same in the Garden of Eden.
Michael slowly blinked at Buffy’s question, as if their wondrous act of sex tired him out. He didn’t need to sleep, but the thought of having her rest in his arms beneath the branches of this tree did bring joy to this archangel’s heart. It was one of the first selfless joys he experienced in eons.
“I’ll be visiting you in your dreams every night as I prepare to make my return back to the mortal realm,” he declared, as his fingers trailed lazily through her silken blonde hair. He gently pushed her hands away from his face, only so he could dip down and pepper her neck with kisses. While in the crook of her neck, he declared, “Consider me your personal guardian angel.”
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Sonya's eyes involuntarily closed as she felt Paul's thumb gently brush against her lower lip. It was difficult to believe that the woman she became when alone with Paul was completely different from the persona she displayed to the rest of the world. Just the mention of her name brought about a distinct feeling of dread and fear in others. It was as if Paul had unlocked a door to a secret chamber within her, revealing a passionate and vulnerable woman she never knew existed. With him, she felt free to express her deepest desires and fears, knowing that he would accept her unconditionally. She cherished these stolen moments with him, where she could shed the mask she wore for the world and be her true self.
" You bet your ass I do. " She couldn't help but inch closer to him wanting to be as close as humanly possible. He was the only man she trusted, the only man she could ever see herself trusting.
Paul's jaw tightening did not go unnoticed by her, and she could only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind. God what she wouldn't give for him to not have to think about those things, what she wouldn't give for things to be different. However, she can't help but ponder if their paths would have crossed if she hadn't made her pact with the devil. The consequences of her decision weighed heavily on her conscience. She desired their final moments to be solely dedicated to one another, without any distractions or thoughts of anyone else. Leaning forward she captured his lips with her own. Her body gradually moves forward, allowing her to straddle his lap, fingers losing themselves in the back of his hair. As their kiss deepened, their bodies pressed against each other, their hearts beating in sync. Every touch, every caress, spoke volumes of their desire for each other.
Paul maintained his smile, despite being called out. He couldn't hide anything from her. The blond vampire could bullshit everyone else, but not her. It was one of the reasons why he cared a lot about her, and why it frustrated the shit out of him that he couldn't do more to protect her.
"Baby, you definitely have great taste," he confirmed, trying to keep the mood light for her. Their tender sides were ones the public didn't see. Insecurities and worries were reserved in private, in moments like this.
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Paul couldn't resist but reach out to caress the side of Sonya's face. His rough fingertips enjoyed feeling the smooth texture of her skin, especially when his thumb trailed along her lower lip. He hated the thought of that son of a bitch, Hades, touching what should only belong to Paul. The muscle of his jaw clenched, despite him trying to hide that anger back. He was supposed to be the laid back, chilled out guy, the one that everyone got along with. But even Paul had his limits, and when pushed came to shove, even he had an explosive, raging temper.
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