Just a taste (tw)

Place: Aston shopping street.
Weather: Despite it's dark now, the air is still warm.
Time: 22.34.
Date: July 23rd 2022.
Surroundings: The street is quiet and most people have gone home or is out partying.
Outfit
Topic partner: @Aubree
Trigger warning: Blood and feeding.

It had only been a few days, since everything went down at the Southside. he was almost back to his normal state. Except he was so damn hungry. He was almost insatiable these days. He just couldn't get enough substance. Perhaps it was because only fairy blood satisfied him these days. He had gotten a taste and now he was hooked. He was sitting on a bench on the lonely street. He should really go hunt, but he hoped some innocent little fairy would come his way. His leg was bopping up and down, as he was getting impatient and even more hungry. His movements stopped completely, when he smelled just what he hungered for.

He rose to his feet, and followed the scent of the fairy blood. Hopefully he could get a taste without much trouble. He was well aware, there were places where he could get blood from willing participants, but it was just boring to him. There was no thrill of the chase, no taste of adrenalin in the blood. Some might be able to charm their way to get what they wanted, but Elijah was not like that. He was not great socially and would often say the wrong things, without even realizing it. He just didn't understand social norms and how you were supposed to act. He spotted what likely was the fairy and sped up to reach up to her.

Outfit

Aubree havde som så mange andre dage, brugt tiden i byen på at shoppe lidt, spist lidt mad på en cafe og fået opdateret hendes blog, samt hendes instagram samt de andre sociale medier hun var på. Hun havde omkring 3 posere i den ene hånd, imens den anden holdt om en iskaffe der var blevet købt, for en times tid siden. Hun havde indset hvad klokken var, og var netop på vej imod hendes rækkehus, da hun udmærket godt vidste at en fe som hende, ikke burde være ude på denne tid alene.
Hun kunne ikke lade være med at se sig lidt over skulderen, som hun vandre imod der hvor hendes bil holdt parkeret. Som en sms tjekkede ind, blev hun i et kort sekund nød til at stoppe, op for at fiske den op af lommen, før hun smilede som hun så det var fra en ven, før hun med let hed besvarede den med en hånd. Bemærkede ikke duften af dæmon i nærheden, som hun stod der få metre fra hvor hendes lille hvide bil holdt parkeret.
Som hun lige nu var afslappet, var hendes hår en smuk lilla farve, som altid var det flette pænt i en hestehale, som hang over hendes ene skulder, hun var ikke den højeste, men spinkel og smuk af natur. Hun udstrålede ret tydeligt at hun var fe, hun skubbe mobilen ned i lommen igen, for at vander imod bilen, med et let smil på læben.

Elijah was surprised she didn’t do more to fall into the crowd. She had to be one of the most sought after species by blooddemons and vampires. Her hair was a color you would notice easily. At least her clothes didn’t match the purple color as her hair. It would have had her stand out even more. He kept following her, waiting for a good place to strike.
He ran to the car, to get there before her and leaned against the door into the driver’s seat. He put a cigarette between his lips. He looked at her when she moved to the car. He didn’t say anything at first. ”Do you know how undeniably stupid it is for you to be out right now?” He inhaled the cigarette and blew it out, after it had been in his lungs for a short while. ”You could meet a hungry blooddemon who would want to get a taste of your blood.” He rubbed the cigarette against the roof of her car and put it back in his pack. ”And you did.” He looked at his wrist watch. ”5 seconds head start?” He looked at her, awaiting affirmation.

Aubree var nok en anelse naiv anlagt, og igennem hendes liv, havde hun endnu ikke stødt på meget farer, eller også prøvede hun at holde det ude af sit sind, for at forblive positiv og udadvendt. Hun havde endnu ikke bemærket dæmonen som hun roligt nåde sin bil, og til at starte med låste den op med et tryk på knappen, før hun åbnede bagagerummet uden at se ham. Her blev alle hendes poser lagt ind, som hun smilede tilfreds over dagens købt, som hun sikkert dagen efter skulle tage billeder i, så de kunne komme op på nettet. Som hun smækkede det, ramte en ubehagelig lugt hendes næse, hun rynkede let brynet som hun trådte væk og et par skridt frem for at skulle til at gå imod førerdøren. Idet en mandelig skikkelse stod lænet op ad den, stivnede som hun så på ham, med et usikkert blik og mærkede hans ubehagelige aura.
Aubree stirrede på ham, som han begyndte at snakke, mærkede hun de løb koldt ned ad ryggen, som hans ord gav hende en dårlig fornemmelse i maven. " jeg var på vej hjem tiden løb fra mig" svarede hun en anelse ærligt, men hendes stemme var nervøs, og ikke særlig kraftfuld. Hendes hår begyndte langsomt at skifte til en helt sølvgrå farve, som var et tegn på hun var bange eller frygtede noget. Som han fortsatte sine ord, trådte hun en smule baglæns, imens hun sank en klup da hans sætning ikke gjorde det hele bedre. Som han slukkede sin cigaret imod hendes tag, skulle hun lige til at sige noget til det, men stoppe ide han indrømmet han var en bloddæmon og hendes hjerte begyndte at banke imens hendes kaffe faldt til jorden. Han behøvede ikke sige start mere end den ene gang, før hun vendte rundt på hælen og i panik løb ned ad gaden hun lige var kommet fra. Hun var ikke ligefrem så hurtig igen, som hun ønskede og hendes hjerte bankede imens ubehagelige tanker føj igennem hendes sind, hun turde ikke engang se sig tilbage men spurtede afsted.

Elijah was surprised she took so long before she realized he was there. He looked calmly at her, when it slowly became clear to her, she was very much in danger. He was about to comment on what she said, but then her hair changed color, which made him frown. That was interesting. Was it perhaps linked to her emotions? She would have been a hit in the 70’s with all the moodrings being popular back then. Her whole look might have been appreciated too. She was very colorful. The only color he was interested in, was red. He looked after her when she began running. ”Five,” he started counting and kept looking at her, to see where she was going. ”Four,” he continued. He started to correct his clothes, so it was easier to move in. ”Three, two, one,” he counted down, before he ran after her.

It was good she had gotten a head start. Otherwise, he would have sunk his teeth into her already. Now it was interesting. Now there was something at stake. He might get her, he might not. He could win or lose. And he was going to win. He rounded a corner the same way she had. He could see her further ahead. It was not too hard to catch up to her. He reached his hand forward, ready to grab her. He caught her shoulder and pushed her to a wall not far away. He hurried to her and put a hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place. He licked his lips, when he could hear the blood rush inside her veins. ”Tag, you’re it.” He let out a snicker. ”Now stand still. Fighting will just make me want to drink more.” He removed his hand from her shoulder and instead took hold of her neck, just below her chin and jawline. He removed any hair that might be in the way. He let his nose nuzzle against the skin of her neck. ”Mmh… You smell good.” He let his fangs grow forward. Unlike a vampire, he had many more fangs, six in total. He reached back up and looked at her with red eyes. ”I wouldn’t mind the adrenalin, but maybe you should come with me instead. My own personal fairy blood bag. Doesn’t sound too bad. What do you think?” He didn’t care what she thought in all reality, but he was fond of talking. Sometimes a little too much.

Aubree var født med evnen til at hendes hår, skiftede farve efter hendes humør, det var en ting der var svært at skjul med mindre hun skulle have en hue på. Hun kunne ikke engang stoppe som håret ændre til sløvgrå, hun bemærkede hans interesse, hvilket blot skræmte hende endnu mere som, han begyndte at tælle ned tøvede hun ikke med at flygte.
Hun løb så hurtigt hendes ben kunne bærer hende, imens hjertet næsten sad i halsen, som hun mærkede panikken sprede sig i kroppen og adrenalinen pumpede ud i hendes krop. Om han var efter hende, behøvede hun slet ikke tænke på, hans energi kunne hun mærke som han nærmede sig hende, og hendes ben prøvede ihærdigt at hæve farten. Som hans hånd greb hendes skulder slap hun et gisp, han var hurtigt hun nåde ikke at gøre noget som helst, før hun mærkede muren imod sin ryg. Han greb mere fat i hende, og hun skævede imod hans ansigt, som han slikkede sig sin læbe, hvilket fik hendes hår på armene til at rejse sig i frygt. Hans ord gav genlyd i hendes sind, hun var ikke i tvivl om denne mand ville skade hende, de brune øjne så på ham med frygt og en smule bedendes, som om det ville hjælpe hende nu.
Hun prøvede at stå stille, men hendes hjerte bankede og hendes hænder rystede som, han begyndte at være interesseret i hendes hals. Som han flyttede på hendes hår, gav hun en ynkelig lyd fra sig, men som hans næse rørte hendes hud stivnede hendes krop og hun holdt næsten vejret. Som han så på hende med røde øjne, og de skarpe tænder gispede hun bange, hun prøvede at ryste på hoved, imens en enkel tårer fandt sin vej ned ad hendes kind, som hans næste sætning lød, mærkede hun frygten tage endnu mere fat i hende " please lad mig gå" sagde hun bedende, imens hun nappe sig selv i læben og prøvede ikke at fokusere på hans skarpe tænder, og frygten for de snart ville bryde hendes hud. Hun ville ikke med ham hjem, men hun kunne intet stille op, han var stærk og hun var ikke særlig meget værd lige nu, som frygten fjernede fornuften.

Elijah was not known for giving up easily. When he first set his mind to something, he was going to follow through with it. Almost no matter what. And now he had his sight on her. It was too bad for her. He had no trouble killing people, but for now he was still laying low and not creating much trouble. Mostly because it reflected back on Helio, if it seemed like he couldn’t control his brother. So, he had to be a little more sensible. But he still had to feed, and that couldn’t be avoided no matter what. He could see the fear in her eyes. It didn’t make him defer from wanting to drink from her. He was mostly apathetic. He just didn’t feel things as much as most people. He didn’t know why; it was just how he was.
He looked into her brown eyes, considering if he should be a little kinder to her. ”I’m hungry.” He let his fingers move around, looking for her pulse. He wanted to feel how hard her heart was beating. ”If I let you go, I will still be hungry.” He was sure it was best to just let her go, but god damn, it was so tempting when she was right there. ”I’m not letting you go.” He moved his hand down to her arm and held her in a tight grip. ”I’m taking you home.” At this moment, he no longer saw her as a person. She was just a meal. He didn’t care, if that was not the most compassionate way of looking at things. It was not his fault he was born like this. It was just how the world was. The predators and the prey. Survival of the fittest and all that. She was just not very fit compared to him. He was amongst the strongest species and she was among the weakest.

Hun mødte hans blik, men der var intet spor af følelser at se, og hans mørke energi drænede hende næsten som han stod så tæt på hende. Hun kunne ikke undgå at se de skarpe tænder, det vendte sig næsten i hende som tanken om dem i hende, gav hende mere at frygte for. Hendes ord vidste hun næsten godt var ligegyldige, han ville ikke bare lade hende slippe så let, hun vidste godt at hun nærmest var nederst i fødekæden. Hans fingre søgte hendes puls, hun kunne mærke den over sin puls, og han kunne mærke hvor hurtigt hendes hjerte bankede og sendte blod igennem kroppen. Aubree gispede igen som han snakkede, hun brød sig ikke om det, ville næsten heller fortrække han ikke sagde noget til hende, han gjorde det langt mere creepy. " men der er sikkert andre" mere nåede hun ikke at sige, før han med det samme konstaterede at hun ikke skulle væk. Hun gispede som han greb fat i hendes arm, et greb der ikke var til at komme fri af, selvom hun prøvede at vride sig lidt i hans greb, men turde næsten ikke i frygt for hans tænder.
De sidste ord fik håbet til at visne, som han fortalte hun skulle med ham hjem, normalt ville det ikke gøre hende noget, men lige nu føltes det som om hun ville ende i helvede eller i hvert fald miste livet. Hun havde hørt nogle dæmoner og vampyrer ikke kunne stoppe igen, når de først fik blod, men hun håbede inderligt på han var anderledes. Aubree prøvede at fjerne blikket fra ham, som han holdt fast gjorde det ondt i hendes arm, og hun vidste det ville give mærker, hun prøvede at vride sig mere fri " nej, nej nej " hviskede hun nærmest panisk, som hun prøvede at sparke til hans ben med hendes knæ.