Magdalena Chesterfield
Interest: Enoch. Wyatt. Charles.
Round Status: Round 2 done. Round 3 WIP.
Additional extra time: Wyatt on Wednesday night (I think, in agreement with Bambi). Maybe Charles on Saturday evening, if possible. Extra Enoch time (unsure).
Outfit
Chapter VII. Sympathy for the Devil
These days I wake up with a dark cloud above my head, a sensation I have not experienced in centuries now – there was a time where I would spend my days reminiscent of the possibilities I might have left behind to have the life I am living now, some centuries ago I also had moments of guilt wash over my like a tide, pulling away and leaving me in a foul state of mind.
Centuries ago, I was another person and she had to learn some things the hard way. After a while, I begun to realize not every lesson has to be my own, but nevertheless, I tend to make them mine.
It rained in the last couple of days, with almost no sun shining through and I spent quite some time trying to read, trying to take in this solitude as good as I possibly could, and in one of the few ways I knew how. I have to admit I never was a girl to read poetry – not even in my teenage years, whenever they happened – I never seemed to be able to connect to these lines in the same way I was able to connect to good painting or a sculpture. And I found myself surrounded by poetry now, all kinds of it – both older and new, both from men and women I have known and those I have never had the pleasure of meeting: it seemed quite lovely to think we were alike in a way. I was kept immortal by my nature, them by their own efforts.
The silver ring rested on my chest, hanging from a delicate silver chain. I wore it that once, on Lisette’s funeral and I liked knowing I could do it again, but the reality was I had no use of it right now. I did consider the meaning of the present on one occasion – it seemed quite thoughtful of her at one moment, and then it felt like an apology of her kind.
As much as I was convinced she was the one who came out with the information about what we did, I had no proof of it. Yet somehow, this ring seemed like an apology.
Sorry for getting you killed, here’s a present which will allow you to continue things as usual, but at the same time get you killed additionally.
It truly sounded like her.
Lis wasn’t good with not getting what she wanted, and it was ironic how she ended up dead before her time while restlessly seeking out immortality.
She died not knowing how close she had gotten to it at a point, not long before her 21st birthday, not too long after our last big fight. The sheer thought I was considering turning her made me cringe right now, but at the time I got closer to that than I hoped I would.
I closed the book, putting it to the side as I stretched my legs and arms, trying to determine what time it was. I felt bored, I felt hungry, I felt like I wanted someone inside me, and I closed my eyes for a short second, thinking of the month that has passed.
About Lis, and her twin sister who seemed have appeared as if this was a telenovela of some kind, marching into the story during the worst time possible, and you can almost hear that whisper saying “and the plot thickens” as she did.
Enoch took no time in taking the girl in – for whatever reason – and I did my best to remember when the hell she said she had a twin. The answer was never: not once during our entire time together I’ve heard her mention her, and in all honesty, Lis was not a twin – she was selfish on a higher level, worried about herself and herself alone. Twin made no sense.
My mind was going into overdrive, I could feel a headache coming soon.
“What are you reading?”
“You wouldn’t like it,” I smiled as Zack showed up from the bedroom, fully dressed – like I should be, as well – Wyatt made it clear I am to show up at his door around now. –“Take me to the city, would you?”
“You have a meeting of some kind?” he does his own thing – espresso-making two this time, glancing over to me as I walked into the bedroom to get ready. I felt like doing something tonight, as I explored my dress options, touching the material on a couple, gently through the fabric – and I take one of the older ones, from Los Angeles, from decades ago.
I should have left the town when I had the chance, right after Lisette was murdered, before that detective came to see me.
What the fuck was I thinking, staying in this mess?
“You look lovely,” Zack smiles as I walked out, another cup of coffee sitting on the coffee table, his hand on the book I was reading, trying to skim through the pages.
“Yeah? Well, take me out tonight, I promise to look even lovelier,” I smiled, taking the book away from him.
“Since when are you into poetry?”
“A decade or so,” I replied, putting it to the table, and he reaches out for it again. –“Stubborn much?”
“You shouldn’t have told me I wouldn’t like it,” he smirked. –“A decade?”
“Some of them are good, some of them are new, some old,” I noted, taking the book back. –“You might prefer Siken,” I darted up from the sofa and to the bookshelf, throwing him a book. –“Move, we need to be on our way.”
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That little present Lisette left me made my movement easier and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the shock on his face once I stepped into the solarium, sitting down in a sun-faded wicker chair opposite to him, lifting my feet onto the coffee table before me, stretching my lips into a tight smile.
He leans in, pushing my feet down from the table.
“And here I was, thinking you a more gracious host,” I lowered my lashes, looking at him. –“Let’s cut to the chase, Wyatt, I haven’t got a whole day for your fuckery,”
“And I believed you to be a more gracious guest,” he seemed amused.
“I’ve been here long enough to know when I should stop wasting my time, Wyatt,”
“There might be one thing we have in common in the end,” he replies, taking a good look at me, top to bottom. –“Enjoying the weather?”
“Not as much as this intelligent conversation, I have to be honest,” I replied shortly. –“Why did you call me, Wyatt?”
“I think you know exactly why,” he smiled.
In any other occasion, this conversation might have ended differently. Today, I was just hoping for it to end.
“You owe me a favour,”
“You know I don’t need a recap of our encounters, Wyatt,” I said shortly. –“Let me know what you want from me, so I can—”
“I need the DNA samples from everyone attending Lisette’s party,” he says calmly as if he was asking me to fetch him a glass of gin. I chuckled, turning my head before I burst out to laughter. I exhaled deeply, amused – also deeply – and turned back to Wyatt Fairchild who simply sat there, in all of his smug glory, facial expression unchanged.
“You must be joking,”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“In your defence, you never do, you even look like I would have to explain what a joke is to you,” I mused, looking at him.
“Perhaps you missed the point, Magdalena,” he says in a stern voice, leaning back in his chair. –“I need you to—”
“Get samples of everyone in the party,” she finished his sentence. –“What do you need those for, Wyatt?”
“I don’t believe this is any of your concern,” he replied, and I got up. –“Where are you going?”
“I don’t think I can help you in this endeavour of yours, Wyatt,” I said, seriously. –“No one can.”
“You owe me—”
“A favour, I know, I’ve heard you all the times before, yes.”
He looked at me, with a smirk on his face, as I stood at the door, hands folded on my chest.
“Think about it Magdalena,” he says. –“One little favour and I’d be out of your hair for good,”
“Somehow I doubt it,” I hissed.
“I’m a man of my word—”
“Oh, blackmail is high on the trait list of trustworthy men?”
“Right there next to blood traitors,” he smirks. Touché, I have to admit. I turned on my heel, storming past his servant – hearing his voice echo behind me. –“I will need that confirmation by the end of the day, Magdalena.”
I was out around the end of that sentence.
Chapter VIII. I rarely remember, but I never forget
I stepped into the pavement, unsure of what to make out of this – there’s a shitty disposition coming up – and then a familiar face peaks from the other side of the street, and a very short wave, and a strange look on his face. I waved back shortly, looking at both sides of the street before making my way over to Enoch.
“Such a lovely coincidence,” I smiled as I approached him, watching the surprise on his face – well, a vampire with no clan on the outside in the mid of the day would have surprised me too – but, my mistake might have been more obvious once I stepped closer to him. This might have been more than a surprise.
I smiled, shortly looking around us.
“I wouldn’t have expected to see you here,” I noted, looking at the store he came out of – a lovely bodega, some strange combination of Italian and Spanish products – and I shifted my attention to the car.
Enoch Samuelson was not the type of man to buy things on his own.
“Couldn’t have one of your men do this for you?” I tried to pass it as a joke but considering neither of us imagined seeing the other here, it really fell flat. –“Perhaps it’s not my place,” I smile, in the end, watching him watching me. Enoch offers a bland smile and I felt the heaviness of the fucking ring on my finger – that hopeful part of me wondered if I should be using it at all – and I turned around, ready to leave.
“Can I take you somewhere?”
Surprised, I turned back, shrugging lightly, hands in the pockets of my leather jacket.
“I’m cool,” I mused, but he was already on the other side of the car, opening the door.
“No, please,” that faint smile appeared again and I look at him shortly, before breaking out a very tiny smile to match his, nodding. –“Home?”
“Yeah,” I affirmed, sliding into the seat, Enoch making his way around the car. –“Are you okay?”
He lets out a chuckle, driving into the street, paying attention to the road in front of him.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” I added. –“I mean, you’ve let me into the car already, it’s a bit too late to change your mind about the conversation.”
“No, I don’t mind the conversation,” he said, eyes on the road still. But, there was something about the way he spoke today. Nothing lively in it. –“And all is as it should be,”
“That is not an answer to my question,” I was really not in the mood to bullshit around what was happening.
“It’s the only answer I can give you,” he replied in a similar manner – it felt like speaking to a very angsty novel character. –“I’ve been an eventful month,”
“I haven’t noticed,” I said – the weird part was the fact I wasn’t losing patience with this man: most others would already make me leave this car, giving up on trying to get something out of him, but I had no such desire now. Shockingly, I wanted to know what was happening with him. –“It’s a very misfortunate time to exist here,” I chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood seeing he is not willing to share much more.
“A misfortune of my own creation, rest assured,” and it was the magical word for me. I let out a sigh, unintentionally – I hope – and rolled my eyes behind sunglasses. Enoch looked at me shortly.
“Most misfortunes are,” I said matter-of-factly. –“Doesn’t mean you should give up the fight and drown in shit.”
He seemed amused for a short second.
“Is this why you’re walking in the middle of the day, alone?” he asked. –“Or you’ve found a new family?”
“Yes, so many families are simply fighting to adopt me,” I replied. –“Yours was on the top of my list, let me assure you.”
It sounded bitter – and it might have been a little bit – and at the same time, I could understand him and his desire not to meddle with someone in my position.
“Perhaps you went the other direction,” he says shortly.
“And risk getting in the car with you,” I scoffed. –“I appreciate this notion you have of my fearlessness, but courage has nothing to do with stupidity, although I am not immune to either,”
“Perhaps—”
“Perhaps you could answer my questions first,” I cut him short – it felt like toying with the idea of joining another clan is mine, and mine alone – perhaps I have given people too many liberties. Enoch seems surprised, but his face doesn’t turn to anger despite my initial assumption.
Perhaps I was too harsh.
“This conversation is taking some strange turns,” he concluded.
“I feel like it might still get stranger,” I replied after a short pause. And a longer one follows, only minutes away from my apartment, the silence grew thicker and perhaps it was good we were close.
“The whole Lisette thing,” he starts just as I was losing the hope for this conversation. –“It’s my fault.”
My stomach churned and for a brief moment, things were truly silent. Not because of actual silence, but I suddenly felt like I was trapped in a vacuum bubble, hearing nothing.
He stopped the car near the building, sitting next to me and uttering all the words as if we were long-time friends, as if we were confidants, with me, unsure of what exactly to say to him.
His mindset surprised me the most – the idea of self-imposed penance for an action you willingly took seemed like a cop-out for something you meant to do, but he did seem quite distraught about the whole ordeal.
I stepped into the street, unsure of what to do, and hoping this day cannot become any weirder.
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Zack bailed out on me quite soon after we reached the club, and as a cherry to top this day, my phone rang an hour before midnight.
Wyatt and his magical timing seemed to be working against me. He was at Dominion – isn’t he always – and against my better judgment, I decided to try and talk to him about this once again, perhaps in a setting where he’s in a better mood, hopefully. How could Wyatt Fairchild feel bad after anything that might go down at the Dominion?
Well, apparently, he would not be reasoned with by all the Dominions in this life.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” he says as I approached the booth he was sitting in, the one with a clear view of the centre stage. Maybe if this was a social call, I wouldn’t have ignored the fun side of this place.
“That’s just a mirror on the other side of the room, sugar, you shouldn’t be concerned,” I said shortly, sitting down next to him. The woman I’ve seen him talk to at the funeral seemed to have been at the bar, chatting up with someone else.
“You’ve come to talk about plans?” he makes me shift my attention back to him.
“I’m here to see if you’ve started to use the right head,” I replied.
“Which one would that be?”
“Whichever one holds your brain, honestly,” I spat out without holding back, but it seemed to have amused him and do nothing more. –“Be realistic, Wyatt,” I continued. –“Rachel Woodbine is missing, the Valkyrie is nowhere to be found either, the detective is—”
“I never said I was interested in the detective,” he cuts me short.
“Have you missed the parts about Rachel—”
“It’s Raquel, actually,”
“Oh, sorry, did I make it sound like I gave a shit about her name?”
“But you do give a shit about your life, or I got something wrong?” he hissed, looking at me shortly, eyes glancing down my neck and onto the ring.
“Is that what I think it is?” his fingers slide a bit further down, quickly picking the ring up from my cleavage. I pulled the ring away, a very happy smirk showing up on his face. –“Maybe you don’t give a shit about anything,” Wyatt added. He leans back, possibly taking even more space than he did before, looking at the stage before him, turning towards me shortly. His attention might have been someplace else, and it might be closer than I assumed initially.
“I wouldn’t be here if that was true, would I?”
“You tell me,” he seems like he was paying attention, but there was that glimmer in his eyes telling me he was ready to move on from the conversation and onto what he came here to do. –“You might be here strictly for pleasure,” he chuckled.
“Obviously, this conversation has been nothing but,” I scoffed, amusing him additionally.
“Maybe on another occasion, it could be,” he said, and I let out a chuckle.
“Are these words really leaving your mouth?”
“I might be in a great mood tonight,” he gave a playful little shrug, leaning forward and fetching his glass of whatever he was having, leaning onto his knees as he watched the woman he was with taking the centre stage at the podium. –“You don’t seem like the type to indulge in a relationship,” he catches me looking at the scene. –“What in the world possessed you to try one with Lisette?”
“The same thing driving you to this conversation,” I couldn’t help but smirk, exchanging a very brief glance with him, before diverting my attention to the woman he was with - she was enchanting, doing a little performance on the stage - if nothing else, Wyatt had a bloody good taste when it came to people he surrounded himself with. –“What’s her name?”
“Luz,” he smiled, enchanted by the sight - who could blame him, tho? - and I catch myself doing the same, attention focused on her. –“Ironically, one of the things you don’t seem to able to handle right now,”
“Oh, trust me,” I said, getting up as she caught my gaze, turning with a very obvious 'you need to come down here look' and I was never the one to back down from a beautiful invite such as this one. –“I can handle everything just right.”
I couldn’t tell what happened once I got up and made my way down, but considering what happened only sometime later, it was the same answer to his earlier question about Lis. It was that fun, initial, powerful burst of lust. I couldn't tell in which part Wyatt joined in, nor how we got to the backroom, but things happened and soon enough I felt like my mind was at peace at last, if only for a second.
Chapter IX. Another shot, on me!
Luz Tourmaine certainly came in as a surprise – not per se – but the whole ordeal seemed like someone’s imagination running wild on a level.
I woke up, however, thinking of someone entirely else.
Someone who wasn’t able to stay dead, and she doesn’t leave my mind – the memories start flooding all over, dragging some more with them, and I sit up in the bed, trying to decide what to do next. I turned on some music, I made coffee – the smell of freshly ground coffee beans might have been a form of heroin for me: I could smell it all day long and it was the best smell, after blood, in the fucking world.
Suddenly, the cup I was holding flew into the wall to my side, this overwhelming feeling of anger starting at the pit of my stomach finally making its way to my mind, my chest going up and down quickly, and I felt like I could scream into the air right now.
Before I knew where I was heading, the silver ring was on my finger and I reached into the bowl where I kept the keys to the only means of transportation I owned at this point, rushing down the stairs and into the basement of this building, almost ripping the door out of the hinges, pushing the bike up the stairs with so much ease you’d think I was pushing a feather – the second I put my leg to the other side, feeling the engine reeving between my legs, I was aware just how stupid this decision was.
Also, how good it felt to be enraged.
I pulled up on the sidewalk of Enoch’s brownstone, leaving the motorcycle and the key there, striding to the front door, knocking loudly as a pale looking girl opened, quite scared look on her face.
“Who may I introduce—”
“Lisette!” I yelled through the hallway, pushing her aside, heading to the stairs, making a couple of steps up, before hearing a sound coming from the room in the back. I rushed there and in a blink of an eye found myself before an older man, holding a silver tray and an empty plate – she was here – and I rushed back towards the steps, bumping into Enoch as I reached the stairs.
“She’s not here,” he says, pulling my hand as I tried to rush next to him to go upstairs. –“She is not here,” he repeated as I yanked my hand out of his grasp, heading upstairs to check anyways. I was up there and turned straight into him again.
“What are you doing?”
“Ending this fuckery,” I spat the words out. –“Move.”
“And what do you think you’ll do, exactly?” he scoffed, not moving an inch, looking at me calmly. –“Lisette is not here, I’m doing—”
“You’re basking in some kind of self-pity, or whatever this might be,” I cut him short, unbothered by the tiny shift in his expression. –“Move, Enoch, I really have no time for your melancholic shit,” I glared up, trying to take a step forward, but he pushed me back into the door behind me and I noticed, for the first time, he had a good 20 cm advantage over me, and he seemed like the same idea occurred to him as well.
“What exactly are you trying to do, Magdalena?” he growled, slipping into anger quite slowly, but the direction was not to be avoided. –“What’s done is done, and—”
“And what?” I scoffed. –“And I should just come to terms with this bullshit?” It made no sense, what he did. –“She died and things seemed to be getting back to normal, and then what?”
And I was staying alive, I wanted to add. And Lisette was dead.
“And things change, believe me, I know,” he replied harshly and pushed me back as I tried to walk past him. –“You’re staying here until you calm down,” his voice doesn’t change much, but for a short second, I notice a familiar glimpse in his eyes, staring at him, realizing what we had in common.
Who we really had in common.
“That’s not Lisette,” I spoke slowly, trying to raise a reaction from him. –“You need to understand that, and let me the hell go.”
“That’s not going to be an option,” he says, and I try to push him, using all my strength to shove him onto the other side, but he picked himself up quickly, standing in my ways again, tossing me to the side like I was not even there. –“I don’t want to hurt you,” he sounded honest about it.
“Then move,” I say in a stern voice.
“What’s the point of running yourself into a wall—”
“For fuck’s sake, I’ve done that already!” I yelled out, angrily, looking at him as I sensed this anger overcome me, and then tears bottling up at the same time. –“Fine!” I say, trying to get out of here as fast as I possibly can, trying to avoid his gaze at all means. –“You’ve won, I’m not going to do shit, you get to keep her.”
Enoch doesn’t stop me this time, as I pushed through him, rushing downstairs and out the door in a few steps, very easily. The pressure I felt in my head rose to the level of actually wanting for this to be done, I felt my skull hurting as I mounted the bike, rushing into the traffic.
The point of running myself into the wall I’m heading for is that at least this way I get to do it under my own terms.
And it dawns that I might have been wasting my time on trying to get more, instead of making sure each minute I have left is the uttermost bliss.
Chapter X. Cada Loco Con Lo Suyo
I don’t do drugs, normally.
Used to, of course, back in the 90’s. 1890’s, when we did some kinky fuckery back at the old continent, but nowadays this just seemed too much. And then I have just gotten back from the city, compelling this man into giving me access to his own privacy, but the little vial saying NK stood in the bag next in my safe, and I’m ready to do some more, considering there is no fucking way in this world I will get the chance to break into a home of a missing Valkyrie to get her DNA sample.
And showing up to a birthday party for Carter Banks turned out to be head-turning moment for me, and perhaps a tiny insight into what’s going to happen soon enough.
Showing up implied a whole new set of events now and as much as I never relied on opinions of others, I made it a mission to show up with a statement to everything I attended, no matter how silly it might have sounded. A chatter of girls near the door has settled a little bit once I stepped inside, and only a couple of steps into the room it was quite clear I would have to do something about this soon. The party was ongoing for a while at this point, and I made my way to the bar, trying to find a familiar face in the crowds.
“Magdalena Chesterfield,”
“I haven’t had the pleasure, I’m afraid,” I said knowing very well I was talking to Ethan Carmichael. Ethan had a reputation – not as fun as mine was – but he’s been dropping panties all over the town for a while now. He chuckled, playfully, throwing me a very interesting look and I smiled back.
“I heard about many things about you, but no one mentioned you had a sense of humour,”
“I don’t, not really,” I replied, reaching for my glass of gin & tonic from the bar, tapping my fingers on the rim of the glass. –“Whose mind are you toying with tonight?”
“Was this your way of providing me with a cold shoulder?”
“Maybe not even that,” I smiled at him – and it was amusing – just a couple of months ago, we would not be talking like this. Ethan looked at me, I glanced back shortly, clinking my glass to his, and he diverts his gaze, chuckling.
“What’s funny?” I asked, taking another sip.
“I was just wondering if this might be a public announcement of a kind,” he asks, and I shrugged the shoulder closer to him, playfully biting my lip. I said nothing.
“Can’t a girl just have a little bit of fun, without having to make any decisions for a while?” I asked him, lowering my lashes. I flirted, of course, shamelessly and without hesitations, wondering if there was truth in rumours gravitating around Ethan.
“A girl might be able to,” he nodded. –“You? I’m not so certain about that,”
“Do these mysterious lines work on people?”
“Usually, yes,” he lets out a short laughter. –“I follow up on what I promise to deliver later.”
I turned to face him – it could be the combination of opiates, but Ethan did have that something about him. And he smiles back, sometimes there’s little or no words needed, really.
“What?” he asked, as I pushed my lips into a tight smile, parting them for a second, before finishing my drink, turning back to the bar to get another one.
“Nothing,” I shook my head. –“I’m getting this very interesting picture of you in my mind,”
“I hope I’m doing well there,”
“Oh, you are,” I nodded. –“Very well actually.”
I turned back towards the door with another glass of G&T, Ethan remained leaning on the bar, glancing in my direction a couple times, as I scanned the room and trying to think of a valid reason why I should not take his DNA sample by digging my nails into his skin on his bare back.
So far, reasons against it seem scarce.
Charles Milgram walked into the room and the air changed instantly. The only thing different this time, was a woman holding at his arm – I noticed her before him – she was absolutely mesmerizing, to say the least and for a short moment there was something very familiar about the way she walked in the room.
“I’ll be leaving soon,” I made my decision quite easily. I had nothing to lose. –“Come with me.”
Ethan looked a little bit surprised, but I didn’t think he would actually say no. He nodded, and I smiled before making my way over to Charles, drink in one hand and a lovely smile on my lips.
“Good evening,” I approached, resting my palm on his chest as I planted a soft kiss on the soft of his cheek, and then the other, turning my attention to the woman next to him. –“Magdalena,” I said. –“Lovely to meet you,…?”
She looked at me and then at Charles, saying something into his ear and making her way to the opposite side of the room – I must have been more intoxicated than I believed to be, because I recognised exactly zero words of what she said.
“Did I say something?” I let out a surprised chuckle, keeping my attention on her as she left, and Charles just shook his head, calmly, and took my hand into his, planting a small kiss onto the back of my hand.
“You could never,”
“It’s clear we haven’t been acquainted enough,” I smiled again.
“You look…” he took his time looking up and down what I wore – and it made no sense to do anything but that today. –“…ravishing.”
“That was the plan,”
“To look ravishing, or to ravish someone at a point?”
“Always both,” I smiled, liking this general sense of direction the conversation has headed to. –“I didn’t know you and Carter were friends,”
“If we are, I am not aware either,” he grinned. –“I could say the same for you,”
“Oh, but I would not recognize him in this room, probably,” I said, twirling the gin in the glass, listening to ice clink on the sides of the glass, shortly diverting gaze from him and onto the glass. Charles startled me when he stopped this movement, cupping my hand in his. He took the drink the second I looked up, drinking a good sip out of it, lips curling into a very light smile. –“But now I’m glad I decided to show up.”
His hand reaches the small of my back easily, gesturing towards the other side of the room with the hand holding the drink, leading me far from the crowded parts of the room, settling into the deep doorframe of the room, closing the distance in a light movement as I leaned onto the frame. Charles brings the cup to his lips again, taking another sip, resting the fogged glass against my skin when he was done. He didn’t break the gaze, but I was fully aware of his movement – I took the cup from him, letting him slide his finger down my hand lightly.
Unwillingly, I let out a small sigh of pleasure – his smile turns into a smug grin, as he tilted his head to the side, finally breaking the gaze as a waiter came to serve us. He only grazed him, retuning to me quite soon, before leaning onto the doorframe opposite of me, standing there in another moment of silence.
“What’s your deal, Magdalena?”
“What’s yours?”
“I believe I asked you first,” his chuckle makes my night – there was something very strange in the way the air shifted around him, the way it changed the quality, the way I wanted to tell him things, and at the same time I wanted to talk as little as possible.
“You know my deal,” I say in the end. –“But I know nothing about you, Charles,” taking another sip of the drink, I extend my hand to him, allowing him to take the glass and the remains of the drink. –“Tell me something about yourself,”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” I smiled – and in so many ways, I meant it.
“How much time do you have?”
“Probably less than I would have wanted,” I let out a small chuckle, diverting my eyes from his, prompting him to lean in a little bit closer. –“It’s nothing I didn’t bring onto myself, really. All the things that brought me here gave me immense pleasure, made me happy for a time, you know?” the tone I tried to keep casual, or even cheerful now translated into some kind of overindulgent sensation of a life spent with little regard of rules, or anything else.
Perhaps that was what happened.
“What would happen if I told you I can help you avoid the trial?”
I might have lit up with the words, looking somewhat confused with that. My lips parted, trying to rush the answer out without thinking about it, and he smiled and leaned in a little bit more.
“Would you like to get out of this mess?”
A smarter woman might have asked about the consequence. This one, with her survival instinct awakens, did not think about it, at all.
“Yes—”
The woman he came with returned, cutting this moment short, leaving me there, in a state of shock, completely unsure of when Luz showed up.
“So… Mags… I feel that… well after our evening together, that while I do not know you very personally, that intimate time together has given me the opportunity to approach you about a delicate matter. To cut to the chase… I had my own issues with Lisette before she died… or was murdered rather… and since then I have had a visit, from this woman that looks exactly like Lisette. It seems, that she has a determination to acquire something of yours… and she is attempting to recruit me into obtaining it”
I blinked, I think this was all I did so far – honestly, this was the moment things truly got strange. Luz stood there, and she really spoke about it. I blinked again, before I broke into a peal of tiny laughter, chuckling and laughing once more.
“I’m sorry, but,” I laughed through that. –“Okay, I have to say, I’m not surprised, not really, although I should be, right?” I asked, not really waiting for her to answer. –“Can I just say ditto?” I shrugged my shoulders. –“I might be in need of something of yours, too.”
Luz lifted her brow – and her shock was pretty much painted all over her face.
“Um…she asked you to get something of mine? Blood?” she asked, and I shook my head, turning around a little, trying to get the hold of how many people could be listening in. Too fucking many.
“Come, we need some privacy,” I say, getting out of the room and into the following one, otherwise closed, and then stepping out into the terrace of this room. She comes seconds behind me. –“It wasn’t her,” I say, not mentioning Lis’ name. –“And it’s not your blood, not necessarily,” I continued. –“I need a DNA sample, a form of my own choosing.”
“What... what do you mean it wasn't her... who is asking you for my DNA?” Luz hissed at me, and I pulled a face – yeah, I wasn’t fucking happy about it either, but I did not appreciate this animosity. I arched my brow, looking at her for a short moment, trying to remain polite.
“Does it matter?” I replied shortly, wondering how many times would that fun encounter between the three of us happen had she known what I came there to talk about with Wyatt. –“Let’s just try to help each other: what do you need of me?”
The information she told me seemed like another part of the story I have not truly considered – the egocentric bits of me made sure I would not consider Lis’ could have been doing this to someone else too.
It has nothing to do with how far the ripple of her horrible behavior goes, but more to do with the fact there is a whole new group of people available should you decide to look.
Allies.
Chapter XI. There Goes My Miracle
I moved a little bit, shifting my weight a little, feeling my feet touch something, which felt strange, making me jerk from my sleep, blinking a couple of times, trying to determine where I was. The shapes took form, as I realized I was in my bedroom, furrowing my brows at the sight of my headboard – the touch of his hand on the inside of my calf wakes me up completely, and I prompted onto my elbows, seeing a familiar smirk looking back.
“Good morning,” I threw myself back onto the bed, exhaling. I felt sore all over, smiling a little bit about that – I didn’t consider this would be a great idea, but parts of this were most definitely great. I feel his teeth on my shin, as he playfully made his way up my leg, fingers digging into my skin until the point he reached my waist. Ethan pulled one of his hands under my butt, pulling me into himself, with a very subtle groan as our hips met. I pulled him down, into a kiss, tugging the hair on the nape of his neck a tiny bit.
“You’re ready for more?”
“I’m always ready for more,” I reply.
His arms raised my ass up a tiny bit, positioning our bodies into the perfect angle. He slipped into me quickly, once we both seemed to be ready for it, one very short, precise movement. I bury my head into this collarbone, and a couple of moments later, I tossed my head back, with a couple of flashbacks of the past night coming back to me in a vivid deja-vu.
He’s rough in the best way possible, the primal I keep forgetting I have in me seems to be coming out as well, with each thrust and shift we do. Ethan wastes no time, but spares no efforts in showing me he is in charge of everything – in those highest moments, it feels like something will be broken.
Quite the contrary and I end up on top, I finish on top of him and still with him in control, fogging my mind for a couple of blissful moments when I thought about nothing.
He remained in bed for a little bit more than I assumed he would, but I didn’t mind, at all.
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I stepped into the club in a much better mood than she expected – Ethan certainly helped – and I was ready to find someone delicious to feed on. The small stash of blood I kept in the apartment seemed to be gone, and Zack wasn’t around as much as I would have liked it lately.
I spared no time – just as I entered, I tried to determine where the tastiest snack hid – the thirst seemed a bit harder to control lately, but I made no issue of it. The club was packed, groups of people dancing to the loud music, and she noticed a lovely specimen right there in the spotlight – moving to the sound of music.
It took me some moments to compel her to give herself into me, and I could feed easily.
Across the room, I sensed a gaze on me, pulling away from the warm body – he sat on one of the satin sofas on the gallery – clear view of where I stood, and I gave it a little shrug, before wrapping my meal up, and walking across the club in his direction.
“Hi,” I smile, heading to the sofa next to him, glancing at both women around him – both got up almost immediately – and I sat down, exhaling.
“Hungry?”
“Famished,” I mouthed the word, turning towards Charles. –“How are you?”
“Bored, if I’m honest,” he replied.
“The truth will set you free,” I smiled, pushing my lips tightly together, leaning forward, looking at the dance floor, and I can sense him chuckle on my side. I looked over my shoulder, throwing him a smile. I laughed a little. It was a little bit ironic, I know.
He leaned back, hand thrown around the cushions.
“Do you always accept propositions from people you don’t know?” he asked through the music. I smirked to myself. –“Am I the first one?”
I let out a burst of laughter.
“Believe me, darling, it’s been a while since my last first,” I said. –“Unless you’re counting this whole exile thing,”
“Only good things should be counted,” Charles says, making me turn around towards him.
“Actually,” I smiled, biting my lip playfully. –“I’ve never kissed a demigod,” I leaned into him, whispering softly into his ear, pulling back a little bit, enough to see his face, looking at his eyes, his lips, stretching my lips into a smile. –“You could be my first.”
He seemed amused, letting out a chuckle, diverting his gaze in this moment, allowing me to reach for his face as he turned a little bit, fixing it back to face me, holding his gaze for a split second, before I crushed my lips into his, into this long, wet kiss, pacing it to last a little bit longer, taking my time with it.
Fuck it.
This felt really good.
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