Nachos & Cocaine | CW/TW

And then, he was in the Netherlands. Blocked mostly everyone he knew, even his mom, so he could get some soul peace. He wondered if he should just smash his phone, but he loved his IG too much, and how would he even get in touch with people?, and all the numbers that would go lost. He felt like he couldnt breath just thinking about it. Was he going on full panic attack?, no.. good. He slowly breathed, as he got through security, before walking in the door, saying welcome to the Netherlands. He looked around, as he found himself in the airport in Amsterdam. A little risky, but just what he needed. He didnt like cutting people out of his world, or more so, losing people, which had led to why he had left them. It felt easier that way, to get away from everything, and just end up in another country.. was it even possible for him to jump from one place to another?, maybe.. he would find out. He could always work illegal, with something he guessed, as he looked around, gently fuzzing up his hair, as he looked down at his phone. * No Nickie, stop looking!. You have blocked him, he is never gonna text you or anything *. He suddenly felt panic, as the very thought of Chance writing to him, could freak him out. He walked into the first store he could even find, before second later, walking out with a new phone and also number, as he found a place to both change informations to his new phone, but also delete some memories.. but.. He looked down at the photo from summers.. of the drawing Chance had taken and a photo later of him.. he could.. he could keep it, it would be okay?, wouldnt it?. He sigh, as he felt hopeless in the moment, as he looked around him.

Finally he was all alone in the world, nobody to hold his hand and no stupid choices to make. He had frozen all of them out, well not completely but almost. He looked around, as he found himself sitting on a bench for hours on end, before he finally got up and walked around a little in town, with a little smile over his lips. He still had the same sweater on and black pants with holes at the knees, and a backpack on his back, in false leather, with grey and brown tones on it. He looked around, before stopping at a cafe, where one could buy weed and smoke it legally. He walked inside before buying one, before sitting down, as he scrolled through instagram on the new phone. He caughed the first time, as he hadnt tried smoking before, but some people soon joined him and learned him how to do it, before he found himself going out into the city with them, drinking.. smoking.. until he got out to get some fresh air, from the tight packet crowd inside the nightclub. He looked up to the sky for a moment, before finding himselv gliding down at the sidewalk, looking up to the sky.

Everything was a mess. One big bloody giant mess. And she couldn't be in it. Gaia was toxic. She knew that, and a huge part of her wished that she had never returned. No one cared. She had no one in the end but herself. How was she ever suppose to contain all of this madness by herself. Callas father was still locked up in his cave after what he had done. It wasn't long ago where she felt like, that she actually had a chance of happiness. It was ripped out of her hands once more and it tore her already bruised soul into tinier pieces. When was she ever going to be enough for someone, or maybe she didn't deserve anyone. When would she learn that lesson? Calla was feeling numb. Just like last time things were to hard, she had moved away from Gaia. Right at this moment, she had been in Amsterdam for at least a handful days. Calla moved best around at night, especially in winter times. It was easier to hunt. Till last month she had been more careful and kind, but kindness was overrated by this time. Even Theo was dead. Her best friend was dead. Killed to save her mother. Calla snarled by the thought of her losses and moved her teeth out of the victim she was feeding off. The dead body fell to the ground in the empty alley. She wiped the blood of her lips with the back of her hand. Empty. It was like she was a void filled with endless darkness she couldn't run from.

Calla stepped over the dead body and walked down the streets. She walked pass the sidewalk when magic was near. It made her frown for a second, because it wasn't just any magic. Or maybe to others. However, Calla could always recognize the trace of dna code from her fathers magic. It was a way to be able to track his creations or anything his magic could have touched. One could call it self preservation, and you could never be to careful. Despite her sense of awareness of the possible danger, she almost couldn't begin to care - so she walked closer. Her eyes searched the area, like a predator for its prey. Finally her eyes landed on a young witch. A boy. As far as she knew, her father didn't have any other children, but it wouldn't be the first time that he had surprised her. Maybe he didn't even know? Calla walked over there and leaned up against the wall and looked up.
"If you want to see the stars better, you should get on the roof," she suggested and crossed her arms.

He closed his eyes for a second, as he squeezed his nose bridge shortly, as he stopped and opened his eyes, letting out a sigh as he did. He looked to the side, when he suddenly heard someone say something about a roof, as he had looked up to the stars just moments ago. " Really?. And where is this roof then ". He didnt smile, normally he would, but he felt to heartbroken about it, as he sat there, with his knees pulled up to him, as he felt utter alone, even with the beautiful stranger at his side. He slowly got up, as he looked at her, before holding his hand towards her, as he said. " Names Nickie ". His green eyes looked empty at Calla, as if nothing was behind them, as he just stood there, looking, waiting for her to take the hand or not. " Join me, if you want ". He shrugged, but looked at her, waiting for her reply, as he started to walk towards the building. There had to be some way to get up there, hadnt there?, or maybe they could find it.

He stopped for a second, before saying " Wait here, i will be right back ". He ran inside, only to come out with his backpack, over one shoulder, as he said with a neutral expression. " I grabbed a bottle and some weed, if you want to join ". He then took his phone forward, as he started to play some casual indie music, as he walked behind the nightclub, before finding a perfect spot for them to rest. He then looked at her, as he found something they could stand on, before pulling himself up, reaching down to her, so she could be pulled up to him, if she wanted. When they were up on the roof, everything suddenly seemed so quiet.. only the music from his phone was on, as he found the weed and started to roll it, before lighting it up, with the lighter, that he had borrowed from soneone not long ago. He didnt care if police or anyone saw them, but lucky for them, they had the wiew down to a garden, and the other side, they were shielded against. He looked up, as he took a drag of the smoke, before handing her it, if she didnt want it, he would just take his hand back to where it had been. " So what´s your story.. Did you grow up here?.. ". His voice sounded so broken.. and if she looked closely, she could see the marks from when he had ripped his own arms with his nails, all the way from the wrist and down, since it was still very fresh from afternoon time, of England. He closed his eyes for a second, as he just listened to the music and took another drag, before just saying. " I hate the world.. i fucking hate it, that and love.. fuck love.. it´s like Gaia.. toxic and useless.. people wont even question of you are gone.. you know, like life is just one big game to them all.. a losing game for me, if you ask.. ".

She looked at him as he got up. Then he held his hand towards her, and she frowned down at it for a second. It was still a way of greeting she was getting used to. Calla took his hand and let a little curl curve up her lip. "I'm Calla," she presented herself. She looked into his eyes and saw herself, it was scary. The emptiness. Join me, once again she frowned a bit. Calla was always surprised when people didn't just see right through her. Then he told her to wait, why did she wait? Calla surprised herself. Maybe she was just so disconnected that she needed anything really to keep her feet on the ground. Nickie returned and her head turned his face. He played music from his phone, not that she minded. Calla didn't say anything, she just followed him. It wasn't like she had anything better to do, and she was still trying to figure out if he was here to destroy her or not. Her father was known to have something up his sleeve, but a young witch who wanted to look at the stars? It seemed a little bit paranoid to expect him to be evil. Then again, Calla was a monster - and people tried to convince her she wasn't.

They got to the spot, and he pulled himself up. Calla liked not showing her true colors yet, and it was always a great mystery for people to figure out what she was. She grabbed his hand hand let him help her up. The cold her was filling her lungs and she breathed out.
"My story? I'm not from here, and nah, you don't want to hear that. Come back when you are at level 4 in our friendship," she chuckled a little by herself. Calla didn't take the smoke, at least right now she was still high on the blood from before. She looked over the city and closed her eyes for a second. His lash out about the world. It was like he was reading her mind, using the words that roamed around in her head.
"There is no point," she breathed out and turned around to face him. "What is the point of trying to be your best self when everyone fucks you over and steps on you like you are nothing," she tensed her jaw a little before shaking her head. "It's just an empty void of useless emotion. It is all just black in the end. There is no hope," she added with blank eyes.

He couldnt help but chuckle a little, as she said that he should come back when he was a level four in their friendship. " Do i get the platinum friendship achievement with it, or just the standard ". He smiled a little this time, before finding himself looking up into the big void once again. He listened to her, when she said there was no point, and she was totally right in that. " Yeah ". He said, as he listened, when she looked at him. The green eyes of nothingness looked at her, like seeing into a mirror. " You are so right. And people exspect you to act a certain way, and all of a sudden, if you dont act or feel like they want, then you are nothing in their eyes, like you are the fucking monster ". He huffed a little, as he sat up and then looked down to his shoes, tapping it a little, as he took another drag, before looking over at Calla.

" We are all fucking monsters. Before i thought that there was both evil and godness in the world, but somebody opened my eyes for that. We all eat each other in the end, if its souls, or fucking flesh, it does not matter, we all kill each other in the end, emotionally or psysical ". He tog another drag, starting to feel the effects, as he just looked up to the big skye. " I fucking hate Gaia, and the people that think they know one, saying that ' no you are wrong you are the monster ', BUT who the fuck created that monster then!. Becaue i didnt fucking start out like this!, i was turned by someone, already a monster, playing with my feelings and now, you suddenly exspect me to change, fuck you Chance! ". He yelled out a name, before flinging the smoke at the nothingness in front of them, before he layed himself back against the roof, as he looked over at Calla. " There really is no point.. like you said. People just ends up leaving in the end, or you yourself do.. because of the pressure to fit their image of you, like you arent already evolved into the monster they created. Feel this certain way, do this, do that. Fuck them! ".

She listened and it was like a punch in the stomach. His words were her thoughts spoken into the open space. Calla felt like she was lost for air in a short moment. Why was he the male version of her in this? Was he maybe an illusion of her darkest thoughts?
"People want you to chance, because they don't understand you. They will never understand you, not till they feel the pain you had to go through," she breathed out and turned her head towards the witch again. The witch was broken-hearted, but there was so much more to it than that. There was lost of trust and maybe not even just in the person - but in himself as well. Calla took a deep breath in. She looked at him as he laid down on the rooftop.
"I was 6 years old when I lost my mother.. my father told me she died.. and few weeks after he wanted to give me this gift.. so he took me to this huge place.. and there it started.. that is where he made me this.." she spoke with a deadpan voice, " so all I remember about my past is pain..My father created a monster.. the perfect creation," Calla breathed out before sitting down on the rooftop. "But the problem is. When people see good.. they expect good. And then you have to live up to their expectations," she admitted shaking her head a little. "People have tried to tell me how I could change... that I could be better.. do good.. and the second I do good, they only see the bad. They didn't even ask.. you are just placed back in the line and forgotten on the shelf," she laid down next to Nickie. "I'm done. I'm done with people. I just want to live, with no regret. Just follow my impulses, I'm tired of hiding them," she took a deep breath in.

As it wasn't hard enough to have died for the people she loved. She had played Samarias game and won. Returned to serve the devil, in order for the others to live. She had sacrificed everything for them, and they didn't even bother to look away from the bad she had done. Calla breathed out the cold air. "Who hurt you?" She whispered underneath her breath and moved her head to the side. Calla had a feeling there was more than one person playing around in his mind, but for some reason she wanted to know the names of the people who had brought pain into his life.

He looked at her, when she talked about pain. " Exactly!. And what´s even worse, is when you are not even at fault, when something supernatural is guiding you, and then they blame you for not being in control, over something that was NEVER in your control to begin with and never would be ". He looked at Calla when she started to open up to him, with something personal he had never thought to even hear from her. " I never knew my father.. ". He looked a little away from her, before looking at her again, as she told her story. He felt the heartache, how she too had been tricked into thinking one thing, to feel trust and safety, comfort even, to have it all ripped away. As she layed down next to him, he gently layed his hand next down to her, so she could take it, if she felt like it.

He looked at her with poison green eyes, void of emotion, but his expression showed the same pain, just from something different. Like they were one of a kind, like they were two missing pieces, finally being put together, here on the roof, of a fucking nightclub, filled with lust and sinners, poisoning themself, to forget, to let the monster inside loose, to feel something, to not feel. This was truely hell and heaven and nothing on earth, together at last. " I´m also tired of holding back for other peoples sake, to not hurt them, and just hurt myself, for them to command me, chain me, bind me.. instead of just.. enjoy that i even am in their life ". He felt a tear glide down, as he looked up to the moon. " Chance... Luca... Darius.. My non exsistend father.. live.. myself.. my witch mark.. controlling my fucking life, if i could i would rip it out of me.. never would anyone or anything control me.. never again ". He then looked at her, before asking with a soft but broken voice " Who hurt you ". If she had taken his hand, he would gently squeeze it, as he would stroke the back of her hand, as he looked at her, before he looked up to the sky once again, closing his eyes ever so slowly, letting people in his mind glide by.

He didn't know his father. But with her knowledge of his magic trace, he was way better off without their father in their lives. Calla could by now handle being around her father but it had taken her over hundreds of years to even stop being afraid of him, and she still struggled with that. No, she wouldn't tell him about what she knew. It wouldn't do anything good.
"Maybe its for the best, fathers aren't really great in my experience," she breathed out and looked back up at the dark night sky. Everything seemed to simple when you just looked up at the sky. Easy. What if they just stopped holding themselves back, would things be that simple then? Would she be free? He mentioned names. And it was like her mind noted them. Calla had heard the name Luca before, from when he once were attenting the academy - but she had never paid much attention to him. Calla was lucky. She wasn't cursed with the witch mark the same way as others, because her father had changed her dna before the mark had showed itself.  The question returned. Who had hurt her? The list was long.
"I guess at this point is, who hasn't," she said almost breathless. Calla closed her eyes and took another deep breath in. "I for that matter. I think I'm the person who have hurt myself the most," it was a sharp pain in her chest as she admitted that. Mentally and physically she was tired and she was hurt. Calla had been trying to please and to be all that everyone was expecting of her - and now, she was just an empty void with no place to go.
"I almost had someone to love me again.. but, I'm beginning to realize if love is setting a place at a table for someone who is never coming home.. then I don't want it. Just avoid love at all cost.. that is my new motto," she licked her lips a little feeling her mouth getting dry. "You know, there is one way you can control your mate mark. I have seen it before. I know someone who can rip out your heart.. without killing you," it wasn't a lie. She knew someone like that. "Then you can put it everywhere you want.. and no one can control you again."

He gave a short chuckle, as he said " Nobody is.. ". He looked at her, when she said that at this point, who hadnt. He looked at her when she told about ripping his heart out. No heart, no feelings no guilt.. no sorrow. He sat up, as he looked at her, before saying. " What´s the catch? ". He was interested, no he wanted this. Maybe he didnt think right, but he didnt want to think. " I dont want to feel more.. i want everything to go away. Lets do it ". He didnt know she was supernatural, not before this, before she proposed the best proposal he had ever heard in his life.

He thought about all the people in his life. " Does it make me numb, guiltless.. without a care?, or does it just reliev me from my troubles? ". He looked over at her, now for the first time, with a smile over his lips, as he looked at Calla, with so much softness, like she meant everything to him, which she did in this very moment. He looked up at the sky once more, before asking. " How soon can we begin ".

"I guess you will have to ask my grandmother about the catch," she breathed out and looked at him. He was really that far gone. Calla knew all magic came with a price. It even smarter to make deals with the devil than to make deals with Rebekah Sinclair, but it wasn't her life she was playing with. And it was his choice.
"As far as I know, you will be free of everything," she told him and looked him in the eyes. Calla wasn't that lucky, her abilities would move against everything that would take out her heart. She simply healed way to fast for it to work on her.
"We can begin now.. I just need to give our witch a call.. are you familiar with Rebekah Sinclair?" She then asked. It was common to all witches that it was a Sinclair that was the first witch, the stories changed from who told it. However, Calla had the honor of sharing the same bloodline from her mother. Calla closed her eyes and mumbled a spell, before she opened them again.
"Lets see if she is up for it," Rebekah was a busy woman, Calla didn't even know what she was doing at the moment.

Out of an almost black smoke the red haired witch suddenly were standing. Dressed in a black tanktop with a red leader jacket on and dark blue jeans.
"Yes?" She lifted her eyebrow a little and looked at her granddaughter and the other witch. "What can I do for you?" Rebekah looked at them with a natural expression before following Callas face over to the witch.
"Tell me, what is it you desire?" She took a step in front and tilted her head a little luring to the side. It was clear to everyone near that she held great power, magic was filling the cold air.

Free of everything sounded to good to be true, but he was all that well prepared for it. He looked at her and nodded, before he said with a serious expression. " Yes, i am prepared ". When she asked if he knew of Rebekah Sinclair, he shok on his head a little, as he said. " it sounds familiar, but no ". He looked up at the sky, as he bit into his lip a little. It was happening, he felt happy, relief actually. He looked at her before saying. " The first witch ". He couldnt believe it, but why should she lie, there was no reason for it. As she suddenly appeared, he looked quite stunned, as he watched her, standing up rather quick, to hold his arm out for her, if she should lose balance, before realizing she didnt. He took his arm to him, before saying " I love your style ". He smiled, as it wasnt flatter, just simply him stating a fact, as he looked at her, before saying. " I want control over myself. I want you to rip my heart out ".

There werent even no doubt in his voice, as he looked at her with a serious expression, one much stronger than before. He was ready, for everything to disappear, for himself to be in control, no matter what the price was no matter what he had to do to earn this, he wanted it. He wanted nothing more, than to forget the feelings to lay them behind, all his worries, all his guilt. " I want everything gone, just take it, i dont care ". His eyes were almost glowing, as he held such great magic deep within himself, as he looked at Rebekah with a respectable look, as he waited for her reply. If it was a yes, if she could do it now... he would do it.. " Im ready ".

Rebekah listened to him. Hearing his wish. She had done something like this before. But magic had a high cost. And magic like this could have a higher price than expected. "Oh dearie. Are you sure?" She took a step in front of him and narrowed her eyes. Rebekah grabbed his cheek and looked into his cold eyes. "Because as you might know. All magic comes with a price," she reminded him in low voice before letting go of his face again. Rebekah crossed her arms and didn't really care what he had done through or who he ended up with the idea. She knew Calla had something to do with the idea.
"I will take your heart," she mumbled a few words before ripping her hand through his chest. Her hand around his heart as she looked into his eyes. Then she ripped it out. It was glowing, it was enchanted by her magic. "Now you owe me a favor," she pointed out.
"How about I hold onto this, for save keeping?" She suggested. Calla was about to step towards them, but Rebekah held out a hand.
"No no dearie, this isn't your deal. I'm working something out with this young fella here," she moved her hazel colored eyes back to the witch. "See. I will hold onto this.. till the day you want it back and are ready to pay your debt. That only sounds fair," she tilted her head almost innocent to the side.  She moved her eyes to the heart that she was holding in her hand. Knowing that she could crush it and put the boy out of his misery if she wanted to.

Calla began to feel like this was a bad idea, maybe she wasn't gone just letting things be. But there was only so much she could do in a matter like this. A deal with the devil sounded more tempting than owing Rebekah Sinclair a favor.

Nickie nodded feeling her hands on his cheeks, as he said with a serious and emotionless tone. " Yes. I am sure ". He looked at Rebekah with dead cold eyes, waiting for her to do or say anything. He then heard the words, as he nodded, before feeling a terrible pain, something he hadnt exspected, before feeling the blood rush to his mouth, as he fell on his knees in front of her, before feeling it being ripped out of him as his eyes turned to the white for a second, before he looked at the glowing heart in her hands. Slowly he felt his body heal itself, as his hair grew darker in the color, and his green eyes before resembling a spring day, looked like a poison cloud now, as he looked at her with the first ever satisfied smile he had, had for as long time. " Deal ". He ran a hand through his hair, as he licked the blood stained lips, before running the back of his hand over the lips of himself, as he looked to Rebekah, before smiling.

" You do that. It is useless to my anyways ". He looked down at his bloodstained hands before looking over at Calla, as he walked over to her, before giving her a hug, as he said. " Thank you so much, you dont know what you mean to me ". He then looked over at Rebekah, not knowing what deal it would be, but simply he didnt care, all he cared about, was going to town, maybe finding some cute boy to fuck with, or simply getting stoned beyond his mind. " Calla would you join me in carnage? ". He smiled, as he held his hand out for her. " Would you care to join for some carnage ". He looked at Rebekah with a smile, before walking over to the edge, as he left his bag. He didnt need it, not when he had magic, and magic he would use, because now.. nothing was holding him back.



He looked at the table where some powder was scattered, as he smoked the weed stained with blood, from a woman that layed at his side. Like Luca said, all people were killers, even him. He smiled as he held her hand up. " Order please! ". He looked to one surviving member, that came with a tray filled with shots, and bottles of all kinds, before putting it down. Nickie smiled, as he leaned forward, before forming his hand, as if he was choking the poor man, but it sounded more like he was drowning from inside out, before the man hit the ground with water coming out of his mouth. " To bad, he was actually pretty hot. Straight,but hot ". He nodded for himself, before he smiled, as he poured something for Calla, as he held his glass up, stained in dryed blood, before saying " Cheers to my lovely star. Calla. Without you, i couldnt have done this, i couldnt have let go of everything, and for that, i will forever be you greatful. And cheers to the lovely fashionable first witch ever, Rebekah ". He took the glass and took all its content in one, before throwing the glass at the wall, where he had made a round mark, with point system. He then looked at Calla, as he licked his lips for a brief moment, before saying. " I really dont see the appeal vampires have for blood ". He looked at his red stained hands with a smile, before stretching himself, as he got up and walked around, clearly looking after something, before finding it. He took the clothes off the man, a beautiful black suit, a little stained but that was okay.. as he took it off the man and started to change, it fitted him perfectly. He turned to Calla with his hands spread, and a smile on his lips, so full of life, before he asked. " What do you think? ".

They were just sitting there. In the fancy lights of the club. Enjoying the free drinks. Calla sat next to Nickie, on her right side she had a now drained body. Calla pulled her teeth out of the corpse and looked as Nickie choked the last living boy. "Indeed," she tilted her head a little. Then she looked as Rebekah returned to them, having a few new boy toys for them to play with. They all raised a glass and cheered before drinking it.
"It's because you don't have the genetics from one," she replied with a half smirk blooming on her lips. Calla licked the leftovers from the blood off her lips. They she watched him getting up and strip the man from the suit. Calla looked as he changed. The black suit fitted him perfectly.
"I think that suit fits you perfectly," she spoke honestly. Rebekah sat down and took another drink before she just leaned back in the seat. She enjoyed this. At least till Dove would hear of it, then she might have a problem.
"You kids enjoy, till we meet again," she waved goodbye before vanishing.

Calla looked over at Rebekah and took another glass, as some of the new humans were lined up. Calla got up and walked over to one of the humans. She flashed her beastly fangs as she tore them through the thin skin. In the matter of seconds, three bodies were laying on the floor. Drained from blood. Calla kept it clean even through she knew, the flesh would be much more satisfying to eat. The blood ran down her dress, but she didn't really care. Her mouth soaked in the delicious thick liquid. Calla licked her lips as she looked back at Nickie. "Its a shame you aren't the blood kinda guy.. because these guys are tasty."

He laughed as he smiled to Calla and said " Well, i´m glad that you enjoy yourself. You deserve it ". He then looked to Rebekah, as he walked over to them once again, before sitting down. " Who knew that magic could be so fun, when you dont care about the little price at the end of the stick ". He laughed, before smiling to Rebekah, as she said her goodbyes. He felt like they had really come close to each other, enjoyed the carnage, as nobody had been allowed to leave the club alive. " Oh would you look at the time. They are almost closing ". He looked around, before turning to Calla, with a teasingly smile, since there was no survivors.

" Maybe i could go for some vampire blood, that could be interesting. I have heard that its both quite addictive but also something that can get you high, and heal once cuts and stuff like it ". He smiled, as he looked at her with a soft gaze. He wasnt emotion dead, but he just didnt feel like before, it was like all around him, had finally started to open for him, and he couldnt give a shit about anything other than his own happiness and the fun he had right now, but he cared already deeply for Calla, it was all thanks to her, that he was liberated from his weak heart and state. " So what would you like to do next princess. Maybe? find a place to crash perhaps, or set the building on fire ". His mouth twitched in an eerie smile, as he looked around, before standing up, as he started to pour alcohol all over.

"I would have offered you mine, but its poisonous," she admitted with a small smirk on her lip. "Well, I prefer angels or humans. Actually, whatever I find delicious in the moment. Human flesh however, does have an addicting flavor," she pointed out before she exhaled a bit deeply. Calla looked around at all the dead people, how long was it since she had been on a killing spree like this? At least over five years.
"A place to crash sounds like an epic idea, lets find the best penthouse there is - and take it," she chuckled a little by the idea. Calla had always liked the more fancy stuff, she didn't know why. It didn't show much.  
"But you are right, we can't leave to big a trace back to us. We wouldn't want any pit stops at the policestation," first lesson her father had taught her, was to never get caught.  It was insane how things always went into chaos this time of year. "Use your magic. Fire magic is always fun to play with."

He smiled as she said that she would have offered him hers, but hers were poisonous. " Well another thing we have in commen then. Mine too ". He smiled, as he looked at the dead people around then. It was getting quite boring and he already felt so stoned, that he couldnt find tail og head in where he even where anymore, as if he had known that to start with, which he didnt. He looked at her with a little smile over his lips, as he said " Oh yeah?. Like tuna or more like chicken, or are humans just lying, when eating each other ". He chuckled a little, as he thought for a second, if Luca actually eated humans, since he was a siren from the sea, having lived in it for a long time, as he had understood on the conversation they had.

When she said that it sounded like an epic idea, he smiled to her, before hearing the thing about a penthouse. " FUCK YES. Let´s look at Airbnb and find the most gorgeous penthouse with a pool and everything ". He looked at his phone, before installing the app, as he looked through it, before showing some of it to Calla, as he had walked around pouring some of the alcohol on the corpses. " Hm, true ". He looked around before saying " But i´m so super stoned right now, so maybe.. on our way out ". He held an arm towards her, so she could take it, so they could get out from there, before he would try to play with that. As they got outside, he stopped briefly, as he looked at the building.

He closed his eyes, before holding his hands a little out, moving them ever so slowly, as he started to mumble some words, feeling how he inside felt almost suffocated, as he let out a gasp, as the nightclub suddenly started to burn from the inside out. " It should be taken care of now ". He smiled, as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder, as he guided her towards the way, that his google maps showed him, to the Airbnb place, already rented out to some poor unfortunate soul, that was clearly going to die a horrible death, as they came knocking on his door. " Good day sir ". He smiled, as he looked at Calla. " Would you have the pleasure or? ".

As they came to the place, she looked around. It was like a mansion. Pool outside, despite the colder weather. Calla wasn't effected by it the same way as other people were. But she wasn't that much of a fan of water. The man opened the door as Nickie asked if she wanted to do the honors.
"Yeah, I think its time to let the beast out," she breathed out. The man snorted at them, and rolled his eyes. "I'm calling the cops," he said in a naturel voice. Calla shook her head a little.
"They can't help you now," she rolled her eyes before she transformed in a black like cloud of smoke. As she stepped out a wolf shaped creature was before them. At least two meters tall, with spikes along its back and with a jawline filled with shark-like teeth. The man fell back in shock and started crawling back. The beast stepped closer to him and it didn't take long before it began its hunt. First she ripped the man's leg off, it was more satisfying to hear him scream and beg for mercy- than to simply kill him. The trail of blood could be found in the other end of the house. It was clear the man had been forcing himself to crawl till he lost his ability to move. It was first in the living room she had ended his life, but separating his head from his body. Calla then transformed back, the blood from her victim was covering her naked body.
"See. I haven't done that in a long time.. it was freeing," she chuckled lightly to herself. It had been years since she had transformed so easily, her past torture of events had kept her from that state. And it was in this moment, she finally felt like she was herself again.

Nickie smiled at Calla´s words, as he stood a little more to the side, before making a hand gesture towards the man, as he smiled by the words he said. " Oh no need to bother them sir, especially since you wont be able to even make the call ". As he said that, he studied how Calla shook her head a little, as she said that they couldnt help him now, they really couldnt. Before he knew of it, he studied a Calla that transformed in front of his very eyes. First he looked a little terrified, but the smile over his face said everything. He found it very intriguing and fascinating to stand there, watching Calla transform, as she turned into the most beautiful beast he had ever seen, in the nightmarish catagory. He smiled as he walked inside, closing the door after them, before he stood against it with his back, locked it and then just crossed his arms, as he looked at the carnage in front of him, how Calla ripped the man´s leg off, the screaming, as Nickie held his hand up, as he started to mumble something, so the scream wouldnt be heard outside, since it was indeed a horrific scream that filled the apartment.

He then laughed, as he followed the bloody trail, before seeing the man´s head being ripped from his body, before Calla transformed back. When he noticed that she was naked, he then walked over, as he gently placed his jacket over her shoulders, as he said " Marvelous. It was simply beautiful to watch you let go ". He then looked at the man for a short while, before walking over his head separated head, as he then walked over to the kitchen that was joined with the livingroom. " Would you like something to drink with the food? ". He looked over at her " or are you full from the last? ". He smiled, as he found two wine glasses, but ended up taking different bottles forward, as they had already drinked alot from the club off, but who said they couldnt enjoy a little more. He poured to her, if she wanted and her first, before pouring to himself, as he walked over to her, before handing the glass, if she had wanted anything, before he took a sip of his own, as he looked down at the dead man and then the trail of blood. it would dry eventually, and the body?. If Calla ate him, when it wouldnt be a problem, as such.

He walked over to the couch, as he sat down, before stretching his body a little, as he turned on the tv, nothing exciting was on. He then looked over towards Calla, and it would be clear as day for her, that he wasnt looking at her with hungry eyes as most men would when a woman was standing naked in front of them. He didnt fancy woman, and that would be quite obviously from the club comment he had made earlier.. but he also was respectable of her and didnt stare at her too much or down her for that matter, as he smiled a little to himself, before taking another sip, as he said. " This really is life, isnt it? ".

He placed his jacket over her shoulders and Calla gently looked back at him. She kept her eyes on him, while her mindset switched back to her more humane functions - if that was something you could call it. "I'm pretty full," she knelled down next to the pray she just had killed. She traced her fingers over the blood and moved it up to her lips. "And anyways, I think I have dessert right here," she pointed out and lifted the dead man's arm up. She looked at it, as it was the most delicious piece of cake - and she hadn't put down a pray in her beast shape in years - it was weird to be in a world were her wild nature suddenly dominated her hunger. It was long ago since she had craved human flesh.  However, Nickie still handed her a glass, so she took it. "Don't worry. My father raised no amateur, he won't become a problem," she looked back at the man before taking a sip of her drink.  Calla had never payed much attention to how people looked at her. She had never felt shamed of how she looked.
"It is. I never thought it would feel this good to just let go.. its odd," she frowned a bit. Calla knew her father never had been wrong, but he wasn't right either. She wasn't going to be his little monster, if she was everything she was her own.

Wanna keep this going, eller skal vi lave et nyt hvor de kan hente hans hjerte? xD //

Skaber af Nickie.

// Uh, tænker helt klart et emne hvor de skal hente hans hjerte, ville være godt //

//Out