Never

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ S i e r r a . . .
( this is how you remind me. )

After listening to his confession, the girl immediately felt idiotic for bringing him out for breakfast, knowing that he had no reason to consume an entire meal. A selfish idea that she had not given him the chance to refuse, just forced to accept. Dipping her head with the feeling of shame clouding in her stomach, Sierra carefully unravelled the silver cutlery that lay curled inside of a white napkin. It became apparent to her, that his watchful, steel grey eyes monitored each movement she made, then mimicked her actions without making it look extremely obvious. Casting her gaze over the world outside as the drizzled she rich syrup over the twin pancakes, she sighed inaudibly and sliced a small section from the meal and delivered it to her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, her eyes drifted over to the masculine figure sitting across from her. His eyes also were settled on the life that existed on the other side of the glass. There was a silence between them, that wasn't awkward but oddly comforting and peaceful. Soft, instrumental music that sounded somewhat like a mixture of a piano and a trumpet rolled from the speakers, laced with old cob webs. Spooning another mouthful of the delightful substance into her mouth, lethargically stretching her legs beneath the table.Neither of them attempted to begin a conversation throughout the whole meal, but the soft murmur of conversations between the other people in the cafe flitted through her ears. Every now and again, she could see the green eyed waiter glance at her with a sly smile spreading across his mouth, as if they were secret lovers and held a secret that only they knew. This made her slightly uncomfortable, and alter her position to angle herself away from the boy, and towards the window more. Catching the soft stare of Reisan, it allowed curiosity to roll through her body as his eyes contained surprise, wonder and sadness. It made her feel almost guilty, to catch him with the hint of sadness smothered within the depths of his alluring eyes – like she she'd just read his diary. It appeared to her, that he held a strong, uncaring facade, but really just was lost, needing a little bit of guidance and kindness. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but she decided to once again, peer out the window.
Beautifully coloured birds began to collect twigs, gathering items to build a nest. Children rode by on skateboards, squealing and laughing as they did so. A homeless woman with her child lay in the shadowed area of the streets, looking weak and frail. A man dressed in a pin striped suit ambled past and flipped them a couple of gold coins. Their tired faces suddenly became bright as they thanked the man over and over. Sierra could feel an almost identical smile cast over her own face. The world was such a beautiful place, but could be equally horrible. The feeling of another brushing against her forearm alerted her that her mind had been wandering, and she hadn't even started her second pancake. It was Reisan. The charming, blonde haired boy who had an accent as thick as anything and eyes as grey as steel. Thankful words began to tumble from his mouth and she nodded in reply, feeling she didn't really have to say anything, just listen. Something told her there was more to come. The gentle hand was removed from her arm, and his eyes found something to focus on else where, but the feeling that he had something else to say lingered in the air between them, so she patiently waited. This time his eyes refused to meet hers. Instead, he pretended that something on the table had captured his gaze as he spoke to her. Several emotions broke through her, running havoc like the raging sea. Fear, amazement, sympathy, guilt, thankfulness, confusion.
Before the girl could react or reply in any way, shape or form, the soft rattling of shop bells was audible and he was no where to be found. An untouched cappuccino, and a half eaten plate of pancakes that had once been Reisan's lay before her. Luminous eyes quickly darted to the window, searching for the boy who had just walked out on her. There was a messy clutter of people everywhere, and he was no where to be seen. It was as if he had just vanished into thin air. She couldn't form any words, and her face displayed the expression of a blank canvas. It was still processing through her mind, what had just happened. Should she run and possibly save her life? Or should she stay and face what had to come? Throughout her short-lived life, the most important lesson she had learned from life; was to never run from anything, stand up and face it. Rising to her feet in a movement that was far from graceful, Sierra found her balance unsteady and knees shaking. Placing her palms against the biting temperature of marble, the girl struggled to expel the element overload without making it too noticeable. A film of sweat began to manifest itself over the back of her neck and forehead slightly. After a short moment of being unsteady on her feet, a renewed sense of balance warmed at the soles of her feet. Striding out of the cafe, she wiped her sleeve over her forehead in attempt to collect the cold sweat that had gathered over her forehead. Outside, the world seemed to be spinning. It was a bizarre sensation and she wasn't sure where it had even come from. The shock of his departure? Possibly. The unbelievable apology he'd just given her? Maybe. Closing her eyes and becoming more aware of her senses, Sierra felt the tender breeze ruffle through her copper hair, caress the light material of her clothes. Reisan, Reisan, Reisan, Reisan, Reisan.... The same words whispered through her head, and as if she had been trying to pinpoint his location, she felt an eccentric feeling of being dragged, and had no choice but to obey the feeling and follow it.Staggering blindly through the sea of moving bodies, Sierra searched almost every individual face in hopes of finding him somewhere among the crowd. No one even looking remotely alike him, and none of the faces appeared to look like they'd offer her a helping hand, either. Besides, most of them would probably sneer and turn on their way again. No one would understand her situation. Slowly but surely, the shape shifter was extracted from the crowd and was driven by an urge to follow the forest line. It looked like it was leading to no where, but more forest. She'd never been fond of walking through the forest, especially in her human form. There were too many mentally unstable people in the world who would just lurk in the forests, waiting for someone to venture in there and then lay out their plans on them. The thoughts sent shivers running down her spine, urging her to walk a bit faster, until she'd sprang into a hearty jog. Eventually, the sound of waves crashing harshly against the shore were heard and she moved through a bush that was riddled with thorns, clawing at her jeans like the claws of a panther. Her feet met firm, uneven land, followed by the sound of pebbles that had fallen. The sun was beginning to set slowly and the sky was a beautiful blend of pinks, oranges and yellows. The clouds were more of an amber and there were only very few people along the beach. Couples holding hands and walking together, kids building sandcastles, a dog splashing through the waves to fetch a stick, people laying upon towels. A familiar stinging began to singe her arms and legs as inky swirls began to take shape, her gums ached and her eyes began to feel watery. The transformation.
Scanning her eyes along the heavily foot-printed shore, a lone figure with a dark hood caught her gaze after seconds of searching. It was a large figure, so obviously a male. The dragging sensation was stronger than ever and the figure seemed to have a pallid, golden hue around it. Carrying on towards the human, she tip-toed up behind him, now positive it was Reisan. Settling down beside the boy, Sierra placed a gentle hand upon his leg and pulled down his hood. “Reisan,” she whispered hoarsely, peering up at him, “I want you to know that I didn't feel like I was trapped. At first I did, sure. But I could've escaped from you so easily this morning. Even now. But I haven't,” Sierra explained, “I actually am beginning to like spend time with you,” the newly transformed vampire giggled, ruffling his hair jokingly. “But the point is, I trust you. And I am honest to God, sick of spending so much time alone. I feel as if you understand me. And as for you not knowing how to act with people, I can teach you a thing or two.” Arching an eyebrow, she bumped her elbow against his playfully, a cheeky smile brightening her features, meeting her new vampiric, purple eyes. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled her ears, and her element probed her to go stand in the water. To feel the water, and be one with it. "Come for a swim with me," Sierra whispered in his ear, already standing up and preparing to take a dip. Her feets slipped out of her boots and socks, leaving them in a neat pile on the sand. "The water will be warm!" she teased, as she took off her jumper, leaving her in her bra and jeans. Although it would be convenient to swim in her bra and underwear, she fully knew white underwear is prone to going see-through. "I apologise in advance for this, and I really love these jeans, but..." The unfamilar sound of clothes tearing met her ears as she ripped the jeans she wore, and transformed them into mini shorts, the remnants of the jeans slipping down her leg. "But it would be a bit hard to swim in them," Sierra mused, making the other leg identical. Brushing the sand off her hands, she glanced down at him, "Meet you in there!" the vampire giggled and jogged down the beach, to the water and waded through until she was at her hips. It was a pleasant temperature, and gave her the perfect opportunity to expel her overloading element. A massive weight felt as if it was lifted off her shoulders, and a sigh of relief emitted from her mouth. Sierra let her knees collapse and she let her whole body merge into the water before rising to her feet again, wringing out her hair.
She did hope Reisan would join her, but she wasn't sure if he wanted to or not. But, she did make it very clear that she wanted him to accompany her.

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ S i e r r a . . .
( this is how you remind me. )

The foreign feeling of heat brushed against her back, probing at her slightly before darting closer, and closer. Before the heat caressed it's way along her back, a pair of extremely warm hands briefly pushed her forward, sending her tumbling from the bed. The girl caught herself before she dived face first onto the floor and rolled once before perching herself up on her knees to see what the problem was. She hadn't even known Reisan had been awake the whole time. Curious, wide eyes glanced up at the bed where she once lay, only to see it ignited with small flames, eager to reach higher as they singed the stained bed sheets. Before she could respond, the boy had already vigorously pulled his shirt from over his head and was saturating the limp material. Smoke belched and was forced into the crisp air above, swirling in meaningless patterns. Behind the meager flames, Sierra could see Reisan attempting to put out the fire with the wet shirt, and successfully put it out. The thick smoke in the air forced her to cover her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her dark jumper, and immediately, the girl lifted herself from her crouching position and opened the scratched, glass window behind her. A spluttering of coughs trailed from her mouth as she inhaled the fresh air outside. While trying to poke her head out of the window, it felt as if there were invisible forces, pushing her back inside the window. The runes, she thought absently, remembering the sight of the boy last night who had also been repelled by them. Shrinking back inside the room, her element fizzed inside of her, reminding her of it's weak, but gentle power. In her human form, her element wasn't as strong as it were in her vampire form. But, it eventually grew stronger the more she tried to use it.
A string of words mumbled from the boy's mouth, explaining how he could've hurt her accidentally. “I can take care of myself,” Sierra mentioned, folding her arms across her chest confidently as her lustrous eyes monitored the boy carefully. Drops of water from his shirt dribbled down his arms, and dissolved into sizzling bursts of steam. This surprised her, but then she realised it wasn't at all that surprising when his skin would've been as hot as the flames that scorched the bed. It made her wonder if he had purposely done it to scare her, reminding her of his perilous element, and what he could do to her. Tendrils of the noxious smoke still drilled through the morning air, but was beginning to fade and tumble out of the window. The sun was beginning to peep around the silvery clouds, and the pastel blue sky was outlining the edges of the clouds as the scurried away. The exposed sun was providing more of a promising light than earlier, and this allowed Reisan's scars to stand out more. They were scattered over his body, and it sent thoughts cycling through her mind as she wondered how he'd gotten them. Prying her eyes from his athletic build, Sierra continued her thoughts elsewhere, not wanting to be caught staring. They didn't make her want to squirm in disgust, or flee in horror, but they fascinated her. How could he had fought endless battles, and survived the lot? Hell. How many battles had he been in? How old was he? 
She bit her at the corner of her bottom lip numbly, holding back a smile at the last question that strolled through her mind. The crinkling of paper alerted her attention, and all previously thoughts were forgotten. Meekly sauntering up beside him as he murmured the words on the paper aloud, Sierra studied his face, trying to comprehend what he was thinking before he said anything about it. His face was a flawless mask, betraying nothing that hinted what his thoughts were – blank. Finally, his answer came. It wasn't a refusal, but he didn't confidently confirm they were going, either. Azure orbs lowered to study the grimy tiles they stood on as she drank in the words that spilled from his mouth. Most of the reason she wanted to go was to feed. The people who weren't under the influence of alcohol were much easier to compel than those her were sober. The other part of the reason was, she wanted to sneak away from the tight, protective grasp the fallen angel held on her. She didn't even know his true reason for still holding her captive. He had saved her from the guys who had been holding her hostage and wanting her because she was cursed, but he still was eager to stay by her side? It only just occurred to her, that he was holding her hostage under the nightclub too, and was – in a sense – still holding her hostage now. The girl nodded in reply to his question about her wanting to attend because of her vampire needs. He seemed satisfied with her reply, then informed her he was going to take a shower. Her eyes altered from studying the filthy tiles of the floor, to his face. He'd mentioned the word; angel. And he said it as if it were her nickname. Deep, startled orbs searched his face, but soon softened. Usually, people gave nicknames to things or people they were getting attached to. She sincerely hoped he wasn't getting attached to her; more for his sake than hers. An arrangement of shock displayed over his face, and Sierra smiled up at him slightly, pretending she hadn't heard it to avoid future embarrassment for him if she questioned him about it. “Okay,” the girl replied simply, dawdling towards the tartan couch the piles of clothes had previously rested upon, she dived onto it and watched the boy walk in the direction of the bathroom.
The television in front of her played softly, but it didn't hold her interest. This mysterious, alluring boy did. It astonished her to think, that even after he'd chained her to a support column, put runes over the doors, held her hostage; and was continuing to do so, that there was still something about him that made her want to be around him. His gentle laughter annihilated her mental walls, and the girl realised she had been idly staring at him while he undressed. Cheeks heating to a pale red, Sierra groaned inaudibly and covered her face with embarrassment when he'd closed the door. The word angel kept replaying constantly through her mind. The name he'd called her earlier. That sweet, affectionate name. Coming to the conclusion that the television was going to bore her half to death, the brunette ambled over towards the sink. Eyes closed, she focussed on her element. The cool, soothing feeling of water, the gentle moving of the waves at the beach as they rolled over one another, the soft patter of rain. As if responding to her thoughts, water began to flourish from the palms of her outstretched hands and mold into a basic shape. The thin film of water clung to her hands like glue, until a breath of exhalation drifted from her nose. The water obeyed gravity and slid from her hands, spilling down the drain. Clearing her mind, the girl's eyes opened and she grinned triumphantly. Many had told her with a lot of practice, her element would become stronger – even in human form. The bathroom door unlocked, and Reisan stepped out. His fresh, clean scent weaved through her nose. Boosting herself onto the counter, she watched him; intrigued. He strutted towards her once his boots slipped onto his feet, and an unexpected hand reach out and brushed against her cheek. Instinctively, her heart skipped a few beats as he did, but it soon dropped back to his side. Their eyes met briefly, and a smiled played on his lips. Sierra couldn't help but smile in return. Reisan then announced he'd take her to the party, and her eyes lit up with sheer excitement.
The girl couldn't help but notice the use of her new nickname within one of the few sentences he'd spoken. “Thank you, Reisan!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck eagerly. The embrace they shared, only lasted for more than a few seconds. As she pulled away, he gently balanced a tuft of her hair in his hand and leaned in to inhale. “You look stunning,” he told her, as he let go of her lock of bronze hair. “Thanks,” Sierra answered, a coy grin tugging slightly at the corners of her mouth. Leaping from the counter, the delighted girl followed Reisan to the door and he opened it, stepping aside; like a gentleman. A blush slowly crept to her cheeks as she stepped outside. The unpolluted, salty air was inhaled and Sierra smiled, a feeling of bliss enveloping her. She loved the outdoors. “How about you say we go for breakfast? I know this really good place around the corner that does the best pancakes, bacon and egg and muffins. I haven't really tasted the other things, but I'll guarantee you, they'd be good,” she suggested, feeling her empty stomach beginning to stir. Without waiting for a reply from the boy, the blue eyed girl toured through the unpretentious, homely town, knowing he would obediently spring from a halt to chase her to her desired destination. The streets were tidy and neat, but were riddled with people taking an early morning stroll, with or without their dogs. A prolonged block of simple brick stores loomed up ahead. Colourful, vibrant signs decorated the boring brick, advertising what the stores were selling. Long garden beds adorned the path ways, containing psychedelic coloured flowers and immaculately trimmed hedges. The early morning bird song whispered through the town, and the stench of coffee was strong, lingering in the air. Sierra paced towards a store, nestled between two larger stores, with a sign that was pushed up against the glass that read; Dudley's Cafe. This was her favourite place to eat out for breakfast. Spinning around to search for Reisan, jubilant to be able to share one of her favourite places with someone new, she captured his hand and dragged him into the interior of the building. It was dimly lit, but provided a comfortable light. A boy in his teenage years stood at the counter. His eyes were a bright green, almost like someone had forced emeralds into his eye sockets, and his hair was brown, streaked with blonde. A badge was pinned to his shirt, offering a name. Kurt. He was tall – but not as tall as Reisan – and he looked at her with hungry, devouring eyes. Shivering, the girl dropped the fallen angel's hand and glanced up at the board above the stoves, which contained a menu. “What would you like to order? My treat,” she whispered to Reisan as she stepped up to the counter. The boy's eyes met hers, and she found that they looked glazed, but very aware of her. “I'd like to order two pancakes, with maple syrup and whipped butter, one milkshake,” Sierra paused, watching his shaky fingers tap against the touch screen, “and what would you like?” she queried, directing the question at Reisan, but quickly turned her head back to Kurt.“I'm sure you'd love to pay for our meal. I'll pay you back tonight. Meet me at the party in Jenkins Avenue, you know that one right? Be there,” the vampire whispered in a seductive, but compelling tone. The boy obediently nodded his head twice, a smile plastering across his face. Sierra spun around and peered up at Reisan, “I'm going to get us a table. Tell Kurt what you want. He's shouting us breakfast,” she giggled musically, bumping her shoulder against his lightly as she walked past him and reserved them a table. Drumming her fingers against the chilled marble quietly, Sierra watched the waves in the distance tear across each other in a rampage. How she wished she was back at the beach again. But instead, she was getting breakfast with a fallen angel assassin, who she believed, wanted to kill her.

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ S i e r r a . . .
( this is how you remind me. )

The sun peeping through the obsidian curtains gradually roused her from her from a cocoon of warmth, and her sleep. Irked by the fact she had been awoken so early – or so she thought – Sierra let her eyelids close again, before rotating her body, so she wasn't facing the window. The mere thought of the chilly Autumn weather outside sent shivers rocketing through her body. A shroud of heat lingered only inches from her face, warming her. Unsure of what this was, the girl arched herself forward, only to come in contact with a warm, firm object that seemed to be... breathing. Reisan. The name freed the butterflies that were held captive behind prison bars in her stomach. His element licked at his sun kissed skin, emitting waves of heat that she greedily pressed herself against, absorbing it. Her element – water – had always made her temperature cooler. With her face pressed against his chest, she inhaled deeply, adoring the dull scent of his cologne. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the gentle thrum of his heart, indicated he was still sleeping. Carefully peering through her thick lashes, Sierra studied the silver scars staining his well defined muscles. The sea blue eyes inched their way down to the waistband of his jeans. A thick layer of muscle rested just above the waistband – a layer of muscle she probably shouldn't have noticed. The feeling of laying in his arms was a drug of it's own. On and off, the girl hovered on the brink of sleep. Laying in the arms of another was a foreign but comforting feeling. On the occasion, she could feel his heart quicken or skip a few beats, as if he were having a nightmare, and this usually sent her soaring back awake. Finally, after receiving a couple more winks of sleep, Sierra withdrew contact from the boy and shuffled over towards the edge of the bed.
A pile of feminine looking clothes balanced upon the arm of the tartan couch. Were they for her? Where had he even gotten them from? The thought of how he had gotten his hands on these clothes were soon released from her mind as she scooped them up into her arms. Jeans, a dark grey hoodie, socks and clean lingerie. A grateful grin curved at her lips as she headed towards the bathroom. On her journey, the clumsy girl stumbled over an unknown item and hit the grey carpet with a muted thud. Rubbing her bare knees, Sierra muttered dark curses, glancing over at Reisan to see if she had awoken him. He was still sleeping, but stirred slightly and broke into a series of quiet snores. She giggled quietly and glanced at the object she had tripped on. A pair of knee high, black boots with a microscopic heel. “He knows how to pick out some sexy shoes, I'll give him that much,” the girl murmured to herself, studying them carefully. There was no size tag on her clothes, nor was there a size on the boots but found herself hoping they'd fit her. Tottering off into the bathroom with her pile of clothes, the door clicked shut behind her, barely audible. The reflection of herself startled her immensely. Dark circles of blue and purple outlined her neck, and two of her fingers instinctively reached up and applied pressure against them. Wincing as a dim pain sizzled under the bruises, vivid memories came pouring through her head, burning holes into her mind like acid. Someone had snapped her neck – the same man that had tried to break through the threshold cloaked with runes. It was a little blurred, but the memories had been easily recovered. It had all happened so fast, it was slightly confusing. Voices whispers in her mind, informing her that he was Reisan's brother. He had crushed her windpipe and snapped her neck. The man had had a brilliant opportunity to kill her – but he hadn't. Maybe she was more important to them than she had realised she was. Shoving the harsh memories from her cage of thoughts, Sierra ignored the bruises and stripped herself free of the colourful bikini, tip-toeing over to the shower.
 The water had been like magic – warm and massaging. Her hair now smelt of mango and coconut, and her skin held the delightful stench of lavender. Refreshed and squeaky clean, the girl wiggled into her clothes. The dark jeans hugged her legs snugly, and the dark grey hoodie was thick, and warm. Rubbing her hands together as they disappeared under the sleeves, she let her bronze hair shower down her back in tumbling waves.
Sauntering over towards the window, sapphire eyes gazed up at the silver sky. The once fiery orb had been replaced by a mass of pallid clouds stretching out for miles. Not a glimpse of blue could be seen up above, nothing that promised a fine, sunny day. Slumping her shoulders with disappointment, her gaze drifted toward the minute kitchen and her stomach rumbled softly in response. The truth was, Sierra had always been a horrific cook. She would've burned water if it was possible. Ambling over towards the refrigerator, her manicured fingers grasped the handle, and pried it open with little effort. Along with the door groaning in protest, a film of bitterly cold mist spiralled around her clothed legs, but goosebumps still expelled over her skin. Inside the pale interior of the refrigerator were a couple of sealed cups of milk, that were often used to blend in with tea or coffee. There was also a beer, which would've been left behind by one of the most recent guests. The motel room itself was run-down and shabby, so the beer could've been months – years – old. This caused her to wonder what the exterior of the motel looked like. An amused giggle escaped from her lips, and she deftly let the door of the refrigerator swing shut with numerous squeaks along the way. On the scratched door were alphabet magnets, accompanied by the numbers from one to ten. Tilting her head slightly, Sierra arranged the letters to form the simple word 'angels'. Overcome with boredom, the girl slithered towards the cupboards, finding most of them empty. But in a cupboard above the aqua stove, a flyer spilled out. It had colourful balloons printed around in a square, acting as a border. Bold, indigo writing captured her attention. It read; “OPEN HOUSE PARTY” in all capital letters.
Rising an eyebrow, she continued to read the information about this party – including the date. The flyer also obtained the date on which the party would be held on. It would be held tonight. Grinning broadly, Sierra set it down on the counter, drumming her fingers against its chilled marble. A sudden interest in attending the party swept over her. It would be a good opportunity to feed, and she might even enjoy herself or meet some new people. Reisan, however, she wasn't sure if he'd allow it. Or want to attend.
Folding the sheet of paper once, she dawdled towards the mound of clothes that belonged to him and balanced it upon them. Sierra sighed as her eyes delivered a glance in the direction of him and made her way back towards her side of the bed. She launched herself under the covers and turned on her side so her back was to him. The sky tainted with gloom and ruined with silver and grey projected a sluggish light. The petite girl let the sound of Reisan's breathing lull her into a light sleep. She found herself swimming in memories – memories of the previous night. The night she wished she'd died.

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ S i e r r a . . .
( this is how you remind me. )

Sierra could see gentle tremors enveloping him, and this confused her. What was going on? By the look in his eyes, he seemed a thousand miles away, lost in his own trail of memories. And in an instant, whatever she had seen, vanished. Blinking quickly to rid herself of confusion, her eyes followed his every movement as he lowered himself onto the floor, neatly crossing his legs. His eyes stared up at her, but this time, there were no traces of malevolence. Words gurgled from his mouth, explaining what he had meant by 'cursed one', making her aware of his role in this and informing her the shirt was going to stay on. So, she was both light and dark – cursed. Weren't there others like her? There had to be. She couldn't have been the only one... could she?
 If her kind were scarce, why was this the only time she'd ever been bothered by another being? Surely, he had to know what was going on. This guy appeared to be in some group, and it sounded as if he weren't the leader. His voice tumbled through her mind, her eyes snapping shut as she processed them. Cold flushes splashed against the walls of her stomach, causing her to feel a little drowsy. The thought of blood tickled at her thoughts, teasing her. Clenching her jaw, the girl fought back the fangs that were aching to expand from her sore gums. The chains that were connected to the handcuffs that restricted her, rattled as she slid down the support column, trying to hide from the light. The homeless man she had fed off not long ago, hadn't provided her with much, and the after taste was bitter, as if he had been taking medication or drugs. Frowning deeply, her eyes reopened, only to be confronted by the harsh light. Feeding on his blood had not been the best idea. Only God knows what he'd been consuming. She should've found someone who took care of themselves a lot better. Now she was suffering the consequences from being lazy.
His offer made her freeze. Why would this guy offer such a thing? Even if he was immortal, the loss of great amounts of blood would effect him a lot more than he thought it would. His heart was still beating, therefore, he needed blood. And now he was acting like it wasn't a big deal at all. The sensible thing to do would be hunting down a human, and offering them to her. But, blood was blood. It didn't bother her whether she fed from him or not. It would only make her stronger, and him weaker. “First, I'd like you to release me. If you have runes protecting the doors, then it shouldn't be a big deal whether I'm chained up or not. I can't go anywhere, anyway.” Sierra told him, surveying his expression carefully. She could tell he was contemplating whether it was a good idea or not, and surprisingly, he pushed himself to his feet and ambled around to the lock. The jingling of keys sang, and within a couple of seconds, she was free. Grinning gratefully, Sierra rubbed at her sore, pink-tinted wrists. The shoulder blade she had previously crushed in attempts to discharge herself, had fully healed. “Thank you,” the girl murmured, continuing to rub at her numb, irritated wrists. Bringing herself to her feet, Sierra looked at the boy squarely, taking in his height once again. He loomed over her, making her feel smaller than she really was. 
Now for the feeding. Smiling brightly, she took his hand as she listened to him compliment her name and lead him over to a soft mat that could've been used to practice yoga on. “Lie down, I don't need you passing out on me,” she said, observing his movements as he lowered himself to lay flat on his back. “Good.” 
Sierra dropped herself onto all fours, hovering over him. Standing up and feeding wasn't an option. For one, she probably wouldn't be able to reach his neck because of their severe height differences. And two, she wasn't keen on having him pass out after having his blood withdrawn.
The space between them was limited, they were so close they were almost touching. The girl could feel the heat radiating from him, and with the cool chill outside, she welcomed it. Allowing her teeth to stretch to their full length, a sigh emitted from her mouth. It always felt amazing to withdraw her fangs after keeping them in hiding for a while. “This will only hurt a tiny bit,” Sierra promised, her lips brushing against the warm skin on his neck as she spoke. Lips caressing Reisan's neck where her future bite would be, the girl moaned as the feeling of his pulse hit her. And in one swift movement, her fangs were buried deep in his neck.
Rich, thick blood whisked into her mouth, and immediately, Sierra knew the pleasure he'd be drowning in. She could taste the power he obtained, blended in with his own fiery element, that warmed his blood to a degree she'd never tasted. It was like warm honey pooling into her mouth, rolling down her throat with a delicious burning sensation. Was this what it was like drinking from another immortal? Usually, she only drank from humans and occasionally, animals. But this experience, drinking from a supernatural being, was a first. Sierra could hear him groaning underneath her, overpowered by the pleasure coursing through him, followed by a series of shudders. She'd heard from other vampires, that a bite was even better than sex. The time to stop drinking from him was nearing, but the girl wasn't sure if she had enough self control to stop. The thought of draining him sent ribbons of horror cycling through her at a distracting speed. Withdrawing her alarmingly long teeth from his neck, she wiped the blood from her mouth using the back of her hand. Sitting herself upon his hips, her piercing eyes focussed onto him.
Peeling off his shirt that he'd given to her, Sierra wrapped his fingers around it and pressed it firmly against the twin holes, fresh blood still oozing out. “I think you're going to need that shirt a lot more than I am,” she informed, squeezing his arm gently, “Thank you.”Rising into her feet, the vampire couldn't help but feel warm and secure. His blood had tasted brilliant, so much better than any human she'd bitten. Sauntering over to the small bar fridge that stood in the corner of the room, her eyes monitored the interior, and she finally decided on a cordial. Hastily snatching it up, Sierra swung around and faced the entrance, smothered with runes – apparently. There was a boy standing there with a bottle in his hand, murky liquid inside, looking agape. His jaw dropped at the sight of her, and the girl wasn't sure what he was looking at – at first. “Reisan...” the boy's voice growled, “what the fuck is she doing out of the handcuffs?!”The fact that he was pissed off amused her to some extent, and a girlish smirk plastered across her lips. The boy sprung forwards, and as if someone were standing in the doorway, he was repelled. He gawked at her, as the contents of the bottle pooled around him. The runes, Sierra thought immediately. So they were real...Continuing her journey towards Reisan, who lay sprawled across the mat, Sierra crouched low and unscrewed the lid, blocking out the other guy's voice. “Drink up,” she ordered, pressing the bottle to his lips and hoping he'd swallow. After the quantity of blood taken, the girl thought a bit of sugar wouldn't hurt. Questions of why she was taking care of the guy who held her captive were thrown at her in all directions. The answer – she didn't know. But, she did know she owed him something after being brave and offering to feed her – which she had accepted, more than willingly. Suddenly notified she was only wearing her bikini, and not his shirt anymore, a pale blush crept up to her cheeks. Sierra pulled the material away from the wound and inspected it. The bleeding had come to a lethargic trickle. Leaning over him, she bent down again, her mouth at his neck – but this time she wasn't taking a bite. Her tongue touched the identical holes, and it took all of her will-power not to bite him again. The saliva from her tongue danced over the wound, and miraculously began to close up after a short portion of time. Retreating, the girl looked over at his neck, genuinely pleased with her work. “There we go,” she whispered, delivering him a heart winning smile. “Now, there's a guy at the door. He can't get in, but he was holding a glass of something that didn't look too inviting. I want the truth. What are you planning on doing to me?”

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ S i e r r a . . . 
( this is how you remind me. )

Heavy iron was clamped around her wrists, and she found herself locked against a support column. Abnormal, vampire strength beckoned to be unleashed, and followed by an enormously loud 'thunk', she threw herself away from the pole in high hopes of breaking free. The only thing she earned, was an uncomfortable pain searing through her left shoulder blade. The impact of springing back against the pole had completely crushed her shoulder blade, but within minutes it would be as good as new. Her vampire abilities also included being able to heal quicker than humans. Forehead creasing with frustration, Sierra groaned, glancing down at the light material concealing most of her body. She wanted it off, now. The idea of wearing an enemy's clothing, whether it covered her bikini or not, disgusted her. It hung off her and appeared to be more than a few sizes too big. His tangy scent washed over her, filling her nose which helped settle her frayed nerves the slightest bit. Thoughts of trying to seduce him in attempt to set herself free flooded through her mind. Once she was free of these hand cuffs, even he wouldn't be able to stop her whilst she ran. Violet orbs climbed upwards to rest on the boy who had bound her hands with cuffs and chained her to a pole. Shocking scars of silver stretched along his back, catching her eye and a blast of realization soon hit her. He was a fallen angel. But what was the purpose of her being here? Sensing his motive of angling his back towards her was to make her squirm in abhorrence or horror, the girl tipped her head to the side as her eyes examined his scars briefly, taking in the defined muscles rippling along his back as he engaged in swordplay. “I've seen worse,” she commented, sighing heavily as the digging of the handcuffs into her wrists alerted her. “So, what exactly is it you need from me?”
Heat loitered in the air, the release of his powerful element overwhelming her own, forcing her to shift about uncomfortably. Water and fire weren't the best blend. But, it was manageable. A thought struck her curiosity, her eyes scarcely narrowing. The vulgar language that projected from his mouth, she deeply loathed with a passion. “You called me Cursed One, before. What was the meaning behind that, anyway? What do you know about me? And why don't you just get it over with and kill me already if that's what you're planning on doing? I don't find enjoyment in watching you exercise,” the girl mentioned bitterly. Water soothed her emotions and calmed her for a short moment, for she could feel her temper beginning to rise. Eyes gradually falling shut to cloak her violet orbs, Sierra welcomed the calmness attached with her element, as well as the cool breeze, laced with his own fire.An unforgettable, desirable scent wafted through her nostrils, tearing her from her trance. In a flash, the vampire was upon her feet, jerking against the handcuffs that strained against her wrists, biting into her flesh and dotting her creamy skin with blood. The pounding of his own beating heart filled her ears, and above that she heard the faint gurgle of his laughter at her struggles. She could see the blood, drizzling from his hand and onto the royal blue mat below his feet. It was almost if he enjoyed seeing her this way – the true monster she really was. Fangs amplified, transforming her calm nature to a ferocious, savage one. She needed to have his blood rushing into her mouth now. Once the dripping of his own blood halted, the girl held herself back as he advanced towards her. Vibes passed through her, giving her the feeling he was in desperate need of mocking her. 
“Those little teeth don't scare the big bad wolf, gorgeous.” His voice hummed through her ears, along with the strong beats of his heart. Giving her teeth the freedom of shrinking back to their original size, she delivered him a heart-winning smile and gave him a measured look. “Well, does this 'big bad wolf' have a name, boy?” she inquired, arching both her eyebrows. Following his eyes as they chased the visible tattoos up her body, finally coming to rest above her breast. Taking note of the seductive smile painting across his lips, the vampire girl leaned forward slightly, exposing the rest of the vine that curved around to her back. “Interested in my tattoos, huh? Well, if you take this shirt off me, you can have a better look...” Sierra offered, hoping he would take up her offer and discharge her from the baggy fabric. And if he did, it would grant her a better opportunity to seduce him. After all, they were below a nightclub packed with whores. What other reason was he here other than to have some fun with them? Luminous eyes scanned the male's body before her in return. His chest, much alike his back, was scattered with scars and was very well-muscled. His scars showed strength, blended along with that bad ass attitude. The scars made him just that much more sexy. 
Wait. Sexy? Why was she thinking like that? He was some strange guy who had decided to tie her up and was probably planning on raping, or killing her. Probably both. Inching back a bit, Sierra's eyes explored the gym they were stored in. This was definitely not her cup of tea. There were weapons everywhere. And there was nothing more than she hated than fighting. The possibility of him ripping her clothes of and raping her right then and there secretly frightened her. She was still a virgin, and he definitely wouldn't respect her wishes if he chose to. He wouldn't be careful with her, or do slow. He'd just be the man he was and enjoy the fear and agony dancing across her face. Standing her ground, the girl's eyes locked with his as he towered over her, almighty and looking capable of anything. And right now, Sierra was scared.

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ S i e r r a . . . 
( this is how you remind me. )

Awakening on the beach, it looked as if she had been deserted. Yawning, the girl rolled onto her stomach, her hands toying with the sand for a moment whilst she contemplated whether she wanted to get up and go search for food or not. Food.
An all too familiar burning began to inflame down her throat, and she became aware of the feeling of someone drawing over her body. Flipping herself onto her back, abruptly, she sat up. The vine she had been cursed with, dotted in thorns and a few roses had begun it's daily ritual of etching over her skin. This happened every day when the sun went down. It was her curse. And along with that, there was the desire for blood. Hurling herself onto her feet, Sierra inhaled deeply, acknowledging her eyes folding shut for a deeper sense of concentration. The smell of spilled blood hit her like a tonne of ice, and within a second, she was at the site of an accident. Leaning against the brick wall lazily as she peered over at the middle aged man with a small pile of clothes beside him. He shivered uncontrollably and clutched his wrist. Crimson smudged over his hands, wrist and tattered clothing. Padding over to him, she cocked her head, smiling softly. The man looked at her, eyes widening to the size of watermelons, as if he'd just laid eyes on the most magnificent angel. No words were needed. She drew the filthy man in for a short kiss, before pulling back and looking him square in the eye. “Let me kiss it better for you,” Sierra whispered, as if talking to a young child, not a middle-aged man.
Still utterly speechless, his eyes followed her every movement as she lowered her lips to his wrist and gave it a gentle kiss, his blood transferring into her mouth. The taste of his blood ignited within her mouth and slightly soothed her burning throat. Quicker than a bolt of lightning, she tipped his head to the side, exposing his throbbing jugular. Leaning in, her lips, as gentle as the petals of a rose, skimmed his neck, feeling his blood beneath his skin pump against her lips. Withdrawing her upper lip, two brutally long fangs lengthened, and plunged deep into his vein. Warm liquid surged through her mouth, replenishing her famished stomach. Once the girl had sipped every drop of blood from his body, she let him drop onto the ground, completely lifeless. Calling on her element, water, she felt it pool within her cupped hands, splashing it over her face to rapidly tidy herself up. The sound of a door opening alerted her, and the girl sprinted over behind the wall, keeping herself concealed by the eerie shadows. A tall man stepped out from the door, looking high and pleased with himself. He noticed the body instantly and hobbled over, lolling the homeless man's head to the side to reveal the twin puncture wounds she had created. Already, she could feel the burning of a new thorn imprinting into her skin. Wincing, Sierra tried to block out the pain by focusing her attention on the curious man.
Seizing the opportunity to feed this from him, she stepped out from the shadows cast upon her, and tip-toed over to him. She wasn't fully satisfied from the other man, but she didn't need, or want to steal two lives in one night. All she'd have to do is feed from him and make him forget everything that'd happened between them. Then, she'd go along on her merry way, and the world would still be at peace. Standing within a meter from the boy, Sierra flashed him a sexy grin, stepping forward and cupping her hand around his face, one of her thumbs dancing over his bottom lip. “Hey, there handsome. Shouldn't you be in there with all the ladies? I'd assume you'd be popular with them, because damn, you're fine,” she murmured teasingly, one of her hands lowering to his neck where she lightly traced where his main vein would be. “You look pretty tasty, too. Hm... how about you say we take this somewhere else?” A little fun with him wouldn't hurt, would it?

/ / ~ L u c a s . . .
( your heart is serpentine. )

The bitter night air cut and whipped against his skin like the blade of a knife scraping against rusted iron. Lucifer hadn't seemed to let his facade down if it were a joke... but what was so special about this girl? The information on her was limited, but with the description The Dark Prince had provided them with, the girl would stand out among a crowd. Tattoos shaped in a vine with tiny thorns, from head to toe? It puzzled him to think someone would be as absurd as that as to have their whole body covered in permanent ink. At least it wouldn't be a challenge to find her. The local residents would know exactly where she went to to eat, relax and for leisure. With an appearance like that, it seemed impossible to get by without being noticed by many. 
Running a hand through his tawny hair, Lucas stretched and yawned as he gazed over the balcony at the smooth waters, shedding the tiniest of ripples among the surface. If he could find the girl before any of his brothers, that might allow him to gain a closer friendship with Lucifer. Although the chances were slim, his plan could work. Lumbering back into Eden, the nightclub full of women with little to no clothing on, he whisked a goblet that balanced carefully on a metal tray. The goblet looked as if it were an artificial antique. Whirling the liquid around in the goblet for a moment, the boy raised it to his face and inhaled it's rich, sugary scent. Under the weak lighting, the drink contained hints of blue. There were definitely traces of Arcanzite within it. Deciding a little of the drug wouldn't do any major damage, Lucas chugged it down, hurling it across the floor as a young girl approached him. She looked like she was in her early 20's, and would provide him some entertainment for more than a while. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers interlocking with a few tufts of hair. Her heaving body pressed against his, aiming to place her boobs almost below his nose. She wore nothing of proper clothing, only lacy lingerie.
Greedy hands slithered down to rest over her ass, his head tilting to the side as he began to shower her in kisses. From her neck, to her collar bone... and soon, he had dropped his mouth low enough to lightly and seductively kiss and suck on her breasts. The girl moaned, dropping her head back as she welcomed the pleasure. Soon mapping his waist with her legs, she curled them around him once feeling his erection poke at her hips. The angel boy's hands positioned themselves at the centre of her back to support her weight when she slumped earthwards. Unexpectedly, it felt as if someone had delivered him a gruesome punch in the gut. His element licked at his fingertips. Thick, darkened roots blossomed from the floor and reached upwards to cradle the young woman, so he could leave without dropping her onto the floor. What was this feeling all about? It must've been some side effects from the Arcanzite, but whatever it was, it was demanding, almost as if it were burning a hole through his soul. Striding over to one of the exits, a vigorous impact with the door, created by him, sent it swinging forwards, squeaking and groaning as it did so. Keenan appeared to be experimenting with seducing some girl. Blindly stumbling forward, Lucas gripped a pole to steady himself. Monitoring the scene, he noticed a dead man sprawled out across the blood-stained concrete. Meanwhile, this girl he was seducing was an interesting character. She wore only a bikini, as if she had just come back from a swim at the beach down below. And, she had tinges of red across her chest and stomach. Another eye-catching thing he noticed was a trail of tattoos snaking over her flesh. It was almost as if it were a vine, covered in thorns and very few roses... a vine?! What on Earth was Keenan doing with her? Was she their key to lifting the curse? Launching himself forwards, the fallen angel shoved Keenan to the ground, “Keenan! Get the fuck off of her!” he screeched, holding eye contact with the younger boy before inclining his head towards her, mouthing 'Tattoos! I'll get Reisan.' Hoping his brother understood the communication, Lucas dashed inside the nightclub, fishing around for Reisan. Bursting into the room they'd only been in five minutes ago, his eyes grew wide. “Reisan. Keenan has found the girl. She's outside, take her down to the gym. Keep him from trying to do anything stupid with her. I'll get some drugs to knock her out for a while. Go!”

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

/ / ~ L u c a s . . .
( your heart is serpentine. )

The water shimmered under the rays of the afternoon sun, as if it held millions of diamonds captive.  The boy stepped out of the water, a pure white surfboard with a large orange stripe down the centre tucked neatly under his arm. Shaking his head from side to side to rid his hair of water droplets, he sighed contently as his feet meet soft, warm sand. A heart-winning smile brightened his face as he began to head up the beach and towards a club that was positioned beside it. Many girls stopped and lifted their sunglasses, peering at him through their thick lashes, marvelling at his chiselled body. One girl caught his eye, however. She lay upon a towel splayed over the sand, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders and spilling down beside her. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes from his view, but she appeared to be deeply engrossed in a fashion magazine to notice his curious,  interested stares. The other girls offered him fabulous smiles laced with desire that screamed, “be mine?” Shaking his head in amusement, he carried on up the beach towards the club.Allowing his surfboard to lean against grimy walls, he strutted into the club, noticing immediately how girls hovered near poles, dancing on them. Guys flocked by, some tucking cash into the girls underwear, and others drawing them into other rooms. Women sauntered over and began to grind against him, a look of seduction haunting their pretty faces. Casually blowing them off, a look of slight disgust tortured his facial expressions as another whore began to dance over to him.
Summoning a small amount of his element, Earth, Lucas allowed a small area of the wooden floor to give in, filling with sand so the next woman who tried to get closer to him fell into the deep threshold. A diabolic snicker passed from his mouth, and he pushed open a door that contained three familiar faces. Lucifer, and his two brothers, Reisan and Keenan. “Ahh. Brothers, long time no see, eh?” the boy hollered, a suspicious grin curving at his lips. Why had he been called here? And why on Earth were his brothers here? “Lucifer.” Lucas nodded in acknowledgement, before shaking both of his brother's hands in a slightly chilled greeting. He was the eldest of the three of them, therefore; he made all of the decisions and gave orders when they were around. And, he was also the most powerful. But up against Lucifer, he was nothing. Settling down into his seat, the boy held a lazy expression as he eyed the three males. "Ahh, still have Everans, I see? Never would let go of that sword now would you? Not that you'd really need it, with that element of yours,” he teased, arching both eyebrows as his fingers rhythmically drummed against the arm of the chair. “As for you, Keenan, you seem to have gotten... smaller.” Lucas enjoyed down-sizing his littlest brother. It was a small amount of entertainment for a while, just seeing a small hint of rage on his face allowed the older boy to become satisfied with himself. Eyes altering their gaze from Keenan to Lucifer, the boy slumped his shoulders a bit.
“So, Lucifer. What's this big offer I've been hearing so much about from your message boys? I had a bit of fun with them, by the way. A couple of their lives were taken. Actually, all four of them were. You're rather insistent on getting the message across, eh? Four errands boys. I tied one of them to an anchor and pushed them into the sea. Now that was a thrill. Anywho,” he paused, examining the walls of the room briefly, “I'm here now. So what's the scoop?”

The Fall, the Hit, the Break (Slayer&Never).

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