Twisted Elegance ☠ Damien

[ghost]

When the Devil is too busy ... And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see, For my special touch.

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Her last evening out was not so grand as the ones before; a human got cocky and had wanted the lights on while she worked her way to making him catatonic and though it was her fault for not watching what his hands were doing as she spoke of sweet bitter nothings, her eyes adverted to the spot light like lights the man had in his home causing damage to her and him. Though she drank him dry as he screamed for mercy from a hold in his side and throat just to hear him choke his life away; she was going to have a harder night that followed. Getting a cleanup crew and cleaning out the room of things that would feel nice in her how she was escorted back to her abandon home to rest and hope of recovery.

Waking in the darkness she rose from her satin sheets feeling even the cool fabric brushing the burns on her face and arms she flinched to the pain as she moved her hands on the surfaces to find her phone. She was going to need help doing things… she needed something to slide her pain down; she needed fresh blood in severe pain. Unable to have a nice batch for the week, Lilith needed to get someone to help her. With her semi-damaged left eye she viewed the block of electricity at names after names of someone to… assist her. After having to close her eyes to the point of seeing nothing but darkness to help the burning stop within them she had no really other choice but to see if Damien would assist her.

Though she had gotten his voicemail she left one other with a hint of pain as her voice cracked crossing between the voice of someone waking up and in misery. “This message is for Da… Vito from Lilith. I am sorry to bother but ... I am not sure if you heard about what happened to me last night but I need some assistance for the evening. If you are unable to, please send someone with an iron stomach and keep their mouth shut on my condition or if you are free then Clerkenwell near the Red Velvet Club in about two hours. Good Evening.

[/color]” Every vampire woke at their own time and pace and though she wondered for a small moment in time on Damien. A very mysterious being as is seeing she knew him only as a business factor… it wasn’t bad but then again that was all she knew.

Leaving her phone embedded within her sheets she moved bare within her home to a floor length mirror viewing the damage. Half of her face was a mere fraction to second degree as like a transition to a first degree to her right arm and hands. Flashes of that night kept ring in her mind as she turned the water to the showers to a pure freezing note that clinked and popped the pipes above her as she doused her body feeling the cold water ease what she was about to do. Finding a pumice stone she began grating it against her skin damaged. Though she had a high pain tolerance she cried and screamed while she did this to remove the dead skin.

This was not the first time she was damaged like this; no she had much more of suffering and pain but back then she had the care and could call daddy to make it better. She was not there yet to call her father for help so she did what she felt was necessary. By the time she fell to the ground throwing up what little blood was left in her stomach the damage of last night’s fiasco left a thin layer of pink flesh and some laces of blood laced around the skin that was not damaged. She wished people could deal with being in the nude but the time was not now and she was forced to dress.

With her hands and arms covering the burns with a deep satin gloves and a dress that covered the scars on one side she left her hair wrapped in a ponytail with a scarf hiding her face from the light and bare skin that was left. With a black parasole laced in her arms she walked from her home to the Red Velvet Club many blocks away but within the darkening skies that glittered with spot lights and lightening.

Though the rain began to fall like cats and dogs the woman in strap heels walked letting the small puddles of water soak the bottom till she reached the cluster of bodies trying to get into the club but instead of stopping in the line or at the door she moved away from the lights and glimmer and crap like that to the other side within the darkness to let her eyes rest and her nose ponder. So many scents; so many delicious things to taste; she hoped the one that would come to assist her would be finely dressed and prepared for the night.

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
&& I promise on my damned soul To do as I am told;
Lord Beelzebub has never seen a soldier quite like me[/size]
Not only does his job, but does it happily.[/center][/size]

^{Lyrics of 'When You're Evil' by Voltaire
attire ;; ☠☠☠}

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[AKREE]

Blood could be such a messy liquid, it stained with crimson everything it touched and it was so hard to remove from fabric, such as carpet or clothes. The one and only thing I would despise about my job would be cleaning up blood, especially because not only was it hard to clean, but I thirsted for it as well and after such of my little adventures I would be forced to either go hunting or visit one or two of my favorite vampire restaurants for some blood. Of course I preferred my blood fresh, preferred to sink my fangs into my prey’s throat and feel as they trashed and attempted to get rid of my death grip, of course it was all futile. Now I was in a similar situation, this lovely lady, these goth chicks that wanted and dreamed to be vampire got near me and I was hungry, I was starving at the time, normally with idiots like these I would just ignore them or courtly tell them to leave me alone, but I reasoned I could use this female to my advantage and had led her one just so I could get a snack out of her throat. Eventually she was practically fawning all over me in which I had just yanked her towards me and sunk my fangs into her throat. She didn’t even scream, she just gave a surprised yelp and I took this to my full advantage and sunk my fangs deeper into her flesh. I swallowed the blood that flooded into my throat, noticing that she wasn’t just your normal and average O positive, but probably more along the lines of a B negative, I would have grinned at my little victory if it wasn’t because I was occupied at the task at hand. Soon she started screaming and gasping, talking about how I was hurting her, I would have laughed at her silly joke but I didn’t want to let go. Of course it hurts; you basically have two blades piercing your throat. When she realized I wasn’t about to let go she started pushing and shoving against me, kicking and screaming, but the movement just made my fangs sink deeper into her throat and making more blood flow to my mouth making me in turn more desperate for the blood. It short, it wasn’t turning out well for her. The problem with this was that her constant movements were making the blood pour down her neck and drip to the floor, something which I didn’t feel in the mood to clean or was aware of for that matter.

Soon however, my little fun was over as the struggles seem to loose their strength and desperation and she was soon just simply leaning against me, I was draining her life after all, she wouldn’t be able to continue the struggles while I viciously ripped at her throat. Eventually she was finally put out of her own misery, her body falling limp and I was, sadly, forced to let go of out little embrace. Of course she was a pathetic chicken in my dinner plate so I treated her like one, throwing her worthless body aside like a rag doll or some kind of doll. There was a thump and more blood from her wound trickled to the ground, my lips curled in distaste at my little mess, I wasn’t about to clean this up, hell no. I felt blood trickle down my chin and I was forced to either wipe it from my chin and flick it aside or actually lick my hands, I chose the latter. After I had finished licking my fingers of the thick red blood I gazed down at the body with acute indifference, we were in my ‘house’ or rather one of my houses, I could just as well call one of the house servants to clean that mess, I wasn’t about to do it myself and I was sure they wouldn’t speak about it, even so it didn’t matter. Every and all vampires killed human for food, the police didn’t even pursue farther than a vampire kill, nothing more, nothing less. With that in mind I simply called one of the servants and left the body lying on the floor exactly where it lay, horribly pale, eyes glazed over and blood trickling from the still bleeding wound, staining the carpet below her crimson red, like a red river. Of course this night wasn’t nearly over and when I gazed down at my white shirt I nearly groaned out loud.

Of course the blood would trickle down my neck and stain a perfectly good shirt red. I knew not only that I had to dispose of this shirt or else I would look like I came out of the Texas’s Chainsaw Massacre, but it would be completely frowned upon by me and many others. So I was doomed to take a bath and change my clothes, what a drag. I simply left the body where it lay and made my way towards the bathroom, dropping my clothes in front of the bathtub with something like loathing, it wasn’t that I despised bathing that much is just that I found it completely useless yet necessary and this tired me. It was just to get the blood and whatnot off my chest and hands, particularly its scent, then I was back out and quickly dressing myself again. Soon enough, after I had finished putting on the usual attire that was a well polished and expensive suit, I was interrupted with one of the house servants. He was a pale shrill woman that was basically all skin and bones and bones and skins, she wasn’t the prettiest thing around, but if she looked healthier she might get some attention, but apparently she had decided she was much too fat and basically went on a diet of not eating at all. If that could be called a diet, either way what might be going through her mind to interrupt me was a mystery. ”Uhh… sir, you’ve got a message.” she mumbled quickly making what I think was a courtesy and quickly rushing away as if the demons from hell where at her heels. The gesture puzzled me, before I decided to simply dismiss it. Either way, what would this message be made me curious and I made my way towards my office, wondering who could possibly require me at this hour. Of course soon my curiosity would be satisfied.

As I neared the phone, I simply let the message play out loud, fumbling with all these damned papers that still needed to be filled and read through, would it ever end? I was about to have something near a mental breakdown because of all these papers and what a daunting task they proved to be when eventually the damn phone got around what needed to be said. “This message is for Da… Vito from Lilith. I am sorry to bother but ... I am not sure if you heard about what happened to me last night but I need some assistance for the evening. If you are unable to, please send someone with an iron stomach and keep their mouth shut on my condition or if you are free then Clerkenwell near the Red Velvet Club in about two hours. Good Evening.” she said. I rose a brow, wondering what my lovely little Intel Head had in mind, but it was of no concern I was obviously free and being called to a job that had to be attended. Can’t let anything happen to that little rabid Chihuahua called Lilith. I picked up my weapons that I would need, the Red Velvet Club was exactly that so I needed something that would be easily concealed and whatnot. Though I doubted we would find much trouble, but one could never be too cautious than simply made my way to one of my many cars and off I was. Now in case you’re wondering, I’ll just skip my narration to when I arrived where Lilith said she would be now that the other part is boring, well I hadn’t arrived at the Red Velvet thing but whatever.

In case your wondering the very humble car I had chosen to drive today was a Lamborghini, and just as I was nearing the Red Velvet Club, I was actually only several blocks away I stumble upon a feminine figure walking on the rain. A wolfish grin made its way into my face as I considered only one possible person I could think of walking in high heels in this god-forsaken rain. I slowed the speed of my car as I neared the figure, waiting until I was next to her to lower the black tinted window of the car already expecting the worst from Lilith, but making sure she could see my face before speaking. “I must say you look lovely in this rain, but perhaps you’d prefer a ride in the car?” After saying this I relaxed into my seat, the door unlocked so she could climb in, however where she to ignore my hospitality I would enjoy seeing her walking in the rain very much.

Sorry for the wait...