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Vail hadn’t known he could feel this way about a human. His attraction to Victoria nearly frightened him in its intensity. He was used to being the one in control, the one with power over his prey’s thoughts and emotions. It was the way things had always been. However, as unnerving as it was, he was discovering that he liked being at Lady Crest’s beck and call. At first, it had just been her unique blood that had drawn him to her side again and again, but now, she had trapped him physically as well. He would come back to her because he wanted to feed on her blood but also because he wanted more of her. The mind and body attached to the food source was even more enticing than the food itself. He wanted as much as he could get.
When Victoria admitted she liked having control over him, his lip curved upward in an amused smile. He knew quite well just how exhilarating it could be to have power over someone else. He was also aware that no other human could boast of taming a member of his kind. Their situation was unheard of—at least, he didn’t personally know any other vampires who would let themselves get so close to someone outside their own species. He had heard rumors of it happening before, but the tales had always been cautionary, and he was unsure if they were true. Either way, he had always been told that no good could come of such a relationship. It was only a matter of time now before he would find out if he should have heeded the warnings.
Knowing it was too late to turn back, he pressed into her lips again, gentler now that his initial desperation had faded. This was the route he had chosen to take, and he would just accept whatever consequences came with it. They had to be worth the exciting feelings he had when he was with this woman. He just hoped the repercussions wouldn’t come too quickly.
Pushing what remained of his unease aside, Vail shifted to lay on top of Victoria instead of at her side as he kissed her. He had already crossed the line when he’d met her lips in the first place, so there was no point in holding back any longer. He wanted to have her, the alluring Lady who had continued to tempt him to push his boundaries since the day they’d met. By her reactions until now, he was sure she wanted him too.
He trailed his fingers up her arms and pressed her hands into the mattress, still toying with the power dynamics between them. His heart raced, and he moved away from her mouth to kiss her neck. Though he didn’t bite her, he dragged a thin, shallow cut through her fair skin with one fang. The scent and taste of her blood only stimulated the vampire more, encouraging him to finally break the rule he’d lived by for so long and sleep with the human who’d ensnared his heart.
When Victoria admitted she liked having control over him, his lip curved upward in an amused smile. He knew quite well just how exhilarating it could be to have power over someone else. He was also aware that no other human could boast of taming a member of his kind. Their situation was unheard of—at least, he didn’t personally know any other vampires who would let themselves get so close to someone outside their own species. He had heard rumors of it happening before, but the tales had always been cautionary, and he was unsure if they were true. Either way, he had always been told that no good could come of such a relationship. It was only a matter of time now before he would find out if he should have heeded the warnings.
Knowing it was too late to turn back, he pressed into her lips again, gentler now that his initial desperation had faded. This was the route he had chosen to take, and he would just accept whatever consequences came with it. They had to be worth the exciting feelings he had when he was with this woman. He just hoped the repercussions wouldn’t come too quickly.
Pushing what remained of his unease aside, Vail shifted to lay on top of Victoria instead of at her side as he kissed her. He had already crossed the line when he’d met her lips in the first place, so there was no point in holding back any longer. He wanted to have her, the alluring Lady who had continued to tempt him to push his boundaries since the day they’d met. By her reactions until now, he was sure she wanted him too.
He trailed his fingers up her arms and pressed her hands into the mattress, still toying with the power dynamics between them. His heart raced, and he moved away from her mouth to kiss her neck. Though he didn’t bite her, he dragged a thin, shallow cut through her fair skin with one fang. The scent and taste of her blood only stimulated the vampire more, encouraging him to finally break the rule he’d lived by for so long and sleep with the human who’d ensnared his heart.
Sorry it's taking me so long to get back to you! We've been nonstop busy since Friday evening. I should be able to get up a post either later today or tomorrow at the very latest!
Looks great! I like the scanned version
You can definitely share it, haha. It's your art ^^ I don't care either way
You can definitely share it, haha. It's your art ^^ I don't care either way
Frieda found Lune’s reaction to her immediate acceptance droll. Coincidentally, her own thoughts followed a similar pattern. Just like that, she had attained her prize without the need to coax or coerce the girl into joining. It had been far easier than she had anticipated, and she was pleasantly surprised. All that was left was to assimilate her into the circus. Although, she was unsure if that step would go as smoothly as the first.
It was impossible to prevent Lune from finding out that the performers weren’t human. She had kept their identities a secret for the sake of ensuring the girl wouldn’t be scared away. However, she now had the dual task of convincing her not to leave when she learned the truth and forbidding the other bloodthirsty creatures from touching her—the same as she had done for Rayth when he had joined last year. This teenager seemed bold enough. With any luck, she would find her unique circus exciting instead of intimidating.
That was her hope, at least.
“You can call me Frieda,” she said in answer to the first question. “And yes. I’ll have a written contract for you to sign, but it’s nothing you need to worry about tonight. For now, your only job is to make yourself at home. One of my performers will be here soon to help you do just that.”
On the other side of the back yard, Rayth had led the girl he’d been targeting to a clear space, where he could feed on her without interruption.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful skin?” he asked, his gaze fixed hungrily on the crook of her neck. Even though he’d told her that he was bringing her with him to dance, he’d really just wanted to get her back on her feet so she would be easier to bite. Luckily for him, she had become too dazed from the incense to remember why they’d left their seats in the first place.
“Thanks,” she smiled absentmindedly. “Your fangs are cool too… Why do you wear them if you’re supposed to be a reaper though?”
“Because I’m actually a vampire,” Rayth grinned. She wouldn’t remember anything by the next morning, so he didn’t have to pretend anymore.
The girl giggled, “No way. You’re screwing with me.”
“I’m not,” he insisted, reaching up to brush her shoulder-length hair away from her neck. “I can prove it to you if you’d like.”
“Do it,” she challenged with a snicker, tilting her chin up. “I don’t believe you.”
“Alright,” his smile broadened eagerly. “You asked for it.”
With his disoriented prey volunteering her neck, he bared his fangs and leaned in to sink them into her skin. He could feel her shudder and gasp at the pain, but with the drug in her system, she was too inhibited to push him away. It was no trouble at all for him to bleed her as he drank the satisfying liquid.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have long before he was interrupted.
“Rayth,” one of Frieda’s faeries was approaching him. “The mistress has a job for you.”
The half-vampire groaned inwardly. Of all the times Frieda could have given him something to do, why did she have to pick the after party? He didn’t want to give up his meal. It wasn’t fair. Even if he wasn’t a pureblooded monster, he was just as hungry as everyone else. Maybe he could stall.
“I’m busy,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against his victim’s neck. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it later.”
“She wishes to see you now,” the faerie girl frowned. Like the rest of the ringmistress’s minions, she was very one-track-minded. “She asked me to fetch you.”
“Give me a minute,” Rayth pressed hotly. “I’m almost done.”
“Fine,” the faerie crossed her arms. “One minute.”
He rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the girl he was draining. He could feel her growing unsteady in his arms from blood loss, and he braced himself as her weight eventually fell into him when she passed out.
Finished feeding, he withdrew his fangs from her neck and licked his lips, capturing a few scarlet droplets that hadn’t made it into his mouth. With a full stomach, he felt much better than before.
Carefully, he set the unconscious girl down on the ground and then stood up straight again to face the faerie. “So, what does she want?” he asked, following her across the yard to where Frieda was still seated with that punk-rock girl he’d spotted before. Absently, he found it strange that the two were still conversing. Maybe the incense was hitting her more slowly than the other humans.
“The mistress will tell you when we get there,” the faerie replied vaguely.
Rayth scoffed at that but didn’t pester her about it. He had a feeling she was enjoying making him wait, so she wouldn’t tell him even if he complained. He would just ask Frieda when they reached her.
The ringmistress caught sight of him while he was still a few yards away. Her usual charismatic smile appeared on her lips as she gazed at him, and he got a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Even though he’d been traveling with the circus for a little over a year now, her magic still affected him just as much as it had on day one. It was difficult for him not to let his guard down around her when she was always so inviting. Not that he wanted to anyway. She was mysterious, but she was also caring. He genuinely enjoyed her company.
“Lune, this is Rayth,” Frieda announced, standing up from her chair as he fell in place beside her. Though he was of average height for a fully grown male, she made him look like a child next to her impressive six-and-a-half-foot frame.
Rayth casted a brief glance at her before turning toward the girl across from him, curious to see who had captivated the ringmistress so thoroughly that she would have foregone feeding.
Up close, he could see that his guess about her age had been pretty spot on. She looked no older than he did—although he was certainly much older than her, since he had stopped aging in the 1930s. Her clothes were tattered as well, making him wonder where she had come from. They were in the middle of Los Angeles, so most of the people who had come to see the circus were on the wealthier end of the spectrum. There were plenty of homeless people too, of course, but none of them could afford to buy a ticket.
This girl definitely gave off the vibes of the latter though.
He studied her face a little more closely. After living for so long, he’d gotten talented at reading other people’s features. There was a depth to her eyes that he thought was unusual for a teenager. Most girls her age were more carefree, but she seemed like she’d already seen some hardship.
“Rayth, Lune is the newest member of Cirque du Sombre,” Frieda continued. “I’d like you to help her get settled in before we make the jump to the next city.”
Newest member? He raised his brows with intrigue. He’d thought the girl was just another towner that the ringmistress had invited to their party, but apparently there was more to her than met the eye. After all, the faerie only accepted supernatural creatures into her odd collection of circus freaks. She must have been another monster seeking sanctuary from hunters.
He couldn’t tell what she was by looking at her though.
“Sure,” he offered Lune a smile, eager to make her feel welcomed. Before her, he had been the last one to join Cirque du Sombre, so he still remembered how difficult it had been for him to adjust—Granted, most of the other members had decided they didn’t like him right away because of his human blood. He didn’t want her to go through the same awkward transition that he had.
He was also giddy to meet someone who might not look at him with the same disgust as everyone else.
“We keep all our personal stuff on the train,” he went on, trying not to gush from his excitement. “I’ll take you to the rail yard.”
It was impossible to prevent Lune from finding out that the performers weren’t human. She had kept their identities a secret for the sake of ensuring the girl wouldn’t be scared away. However, she now had the dual task of convincing her not to leave when she learned the truth and forbidding the other bloodthirsty creatures from touching her—the same as she had done for Rayth when he had joined last year. This teenager seemed bold enough. With any luck, she would find her unique circus exciting instead of intimidating.
That was her hope, at least.
“You can call me Frieda,” she said in answer to the first question. “And yes. I’ll have a written contract for you to sign, but it’s nothing you need to worry about tonight. For now, your only job is to make yourself at home. One of my performers will be here soon to help you do just that.”
On the other side of the back yard, Rayth had led the girl he’d been targeting to a clear space, where he could feed on her without interruption.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful skin?” he asked, his gaze fixed hungrily on the crook of her neck. Even though he’d told her that he was bringing her with him to dance, he’d really just wanted to get her back on her feet so she would be easier to bite. Luckily for him, she had become too dazed from the incense to remember why they’d left their seats in the first place.
“Thanks,” she smiled absentmindedly. “Your fangs are cool too… Why do you wear them if you’re supposed to be a reaper though?”
“Because I’m actually a vampire,” Rayth grinned. She wouldn’t remember anything by the next morning, so he didn’t have to pretend anymore.
The girl giggled, “No way. You’re screwing with me.”
“I’m not,” he insisted, reaching up to brush her shoulder-length hair away from her neck. “I can prove it to you if you’d like.”
“Do it,” she challenged with a snicker, tilting her chin up. “I don’t believe you.”
“Alright,” his smile broadened eagerly. “You asked for it.”
With his disoriented prey volunteering her neck, he bared his fangs and leaned in to sink them into her skin. He could feel her shudder and gasp at the pain, but with the drug in her system, she was too inhibited to push him away. It was no trouble at all for him to bleed her as he drank the satisfying liquid.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have long before he was interrupted.
“Rayth,” one of Frieda’s faeries was approaching him. “The mistress has a job for you.”
The half-vampire groaned inwardly. Of all the times Frieda could have given him something to do, why did she have to pick the after party? He didn’t want to give up his meal. It wasn’t fair. Even if he wasn’t a pureblooded monster, he was just as hungry as everyone else. Maybe he could stall.
“I’m busy,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against his victim’s neck. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it later.”
“She wishes to see you now,” the faerie girl frowned. Like the rest of the ringmistress’s minions, she was very one-track-minded. “She asked me to fetch you.”
“Give me a minute,” Rayth pressed hotly. “I’m almost done.”
“Fine,” the faerie crossed her arms. “One minute.”
He rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the girl he was draining. He could feel her growing unsteady in his arms from blood loss, and he braced himself as her weight eventually fell into him when she passed out.
Finished feeding, he withdrew his fangs from her neck and licked his lips, capturing a few scarlet droplets that hadn’t made it into his mouth. With a full stomach, he felt much better than before.
Carefully, he set the unconscious girl down on the ground and then stood up straight again to face the faerie. “So, what does she want?” he asked, following her across the yard to where Frieda was still seated with that punk-rock girl he’d spotted before. Absently, he found it strange that the two were still conversing. Maybe the incense was hitting her more slowly than the other humans.
“The mistress will tell you when we get there,” the faerie replied vaguely.
Rayth scoffed at that but didn’t pester her about it. He had a feeling she was enjoying making him wait, so she wouldn’t tell him even if he complained. He would just ask Frieda when they reached her.
The ringmistress caught sight of him while he was still a few yards away. Her usual charismatic smile appeared on her lips as she gazed at him, and he got a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Even though he’d been traveling with the circus for a little over a year now, her magic still affected him just as much as it had on day one. It was difficult for him not to let his guard down around her when she was always so inviting. Not that he wanted to anyway. She was mysterious, but she was also caring. He genuinely enjoyed her company.
“Lune, this is Rayth,” Frieda announced, standing up from her chair as he fell in place beside her. Though he was of average height for a fully grown male, she made him look like a child next to her impressive six-and-a-half-foot frame.
Rayth casted a brief glance at her before turning toward the girl across from him, curious to see who had captivated the ringmistress so thoroughly that she would have foregone feeding.
Up close, he could see that his guess about her age had been pretty spot on. She looked no older than he did—although he was certainly much older than her, since he had stopped aging in the 1930s. Her clothes were tattered as well, making him wonder where she had come from. They were in the middle of Los Angeles, so most of the people who had come to see the circus were on the wealthier end of the spectrum. There were plenty of homeless people too, of course, but none of them could afford to buy a ticket.
This girl definitely gave off the vibes of the latter though.
He studied her face a little more closely. After living for so long, he’d gotten talented at reading other people’s features. There was a depth to her eyes that he thought was unusual for a teenager. Most girls her age were more carefree, but she seemed like she’d already seen some hardship.
“Rayth, Lune is the newest member of Cirque du Sombre,” Frieda continued. “I’d like you to help her get settled in before we make the jump to the next city.”
Newest member? He raised his brows with intrigue. He’d thought the girl was just another towner that the ringmistress had invited to their party, but apparently there was more to her than met the eye. After all, the faerie only accepted supernatural creatures into her odd collection of circus freaks. She must have been another monster seeking sanctuary from hunters.
He couldn’t tell what she was by looking at her though.
“Sure,” he offered Lune a smile, eager to make her feel welcomed. Before her, he had been the last one to join Cirque du Sombre, so he still remembered how difficult it had been for him to adjust—Granted, most of the other members had decided they didn’t like him right away because of his human blood. He didn’t want her to go through the same awkward transition that he had.
He was also giddy to meet someone who might not look at him with the same disgust as everyone else.
“We keep all our personal stuff on the train,” he went on, trying not to gush from his excitement. “I’ll take you to the rail yard.”
Vail glanced down at the floor, where his clothes still laid in a pile. Now that he’d gotten what he had come for, he knew he should get dressed again. He and Victoria had already talked before he’d fed on her, so there wasn’t anything else for him to say to her. As much as he enjoyed being around her, it would have been a better use of his time to simply return to his family’s manor and wait for her to signal him another day. He had no more reason to linger at the inn.
However, before he could move to get up from the bed, his attention was drawn back to Lady Crest as she suddenly smeared her own blood across her lips like paint. The sight captivated him. He’d never seen a human taste their own blood before. The way she licked her scarlet-stained fingers was both intriguing and seductive to him, and he had a feeling he knew what she was trying to do. He swallowed, tempted by her enticement.
Even though he was attracted to her, he was still leery about getting closer to her than he already had. They were naked together, but he had avoided pushing any boundaries that might lead to anything romantic between them. It was dangerous for a vampire to fall for a human, and he had avoided doing so for most of his life. He knew he was toeing the line with Victoria though. She was already attractive enough to him. Her personality was captivating and her figure was beautiful. If he took things farther, he doubted he would have the willpower not to get emotionally attached to this enchanting vixen. She stimulated him in ways that no other woman had before.
Still… His eyes were fixated on her ruby lips, and he absently swept his tongue across his teeth. He couldn’t deny that even though it was risky, he did want to let her in—to push past their predator-prey relationship into something more. What was the difference, really? He was already addicted to her blood, and he was already tempting fate by sneaking out to meet with her when he would surely be killed if he was caught. It was no different than the actions of a smitten lover pursuing a forbidden romance in the night.
Unable to hold back any longer, Vail took the Lady suddenly by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. His heart pounded wildly, and the metallic tang of blood wetted his tongue, which only made the kiss all the more exhilarating to him. He leaned into her passionately with ardor that was almost desperate in its intenseness. He hadn’t realized just how fierce his desire to close the gap between them had been until after he’d finally done it.
“You’re trouble,” he breathed when he pulled back again. His eyes only met hers for a moment before lowering to her lips as he kissed her again. He only paused once more as he added, “I’m beginning to wonder if you like having control over me...”
However, before he could move to get up from the bed, his attention was drawn back to Lady Crest as she suddenly smeared her own blood across her lips like paint. The sight captivated him. He’d never seen a human taste their own blood before. The way she licked her scarlet-stained fingers was both intriguing and seductive to him, and he had a feeling he knew what she was trying to do. He swallowed, tempted by her enticement.
Even though he was attracted to her, he was still leery about getting closer to her than he already had. They were naked together, but he had avoided pushing any boundaries that might lead to anything romantic between them. It was dangerous for a vampire to fall for a human, and he had avoided doing so for most of his life. He knew he was toeing the line with Victoria though. She was already attractive enough to him. Her personality was captivating and her figure was beautiful. If he took things farther, he doubted he would have the willpower not to get emotionally attached to this enchanting vixen. She stimulated him in ways that no other woman had before.
Still… His eyes were fixated on her ruby lips, and he absently swept his tongue across his teeth. He couldn’t deny that even though it was risky, he did want to let her in—to push past their predator-prey relationship into something more. What was the difference, really? He was already addicted to her blood, and he was already tempting fate by sneaking out to meet with her when he would surely be killed if he was caught. It was no different than the actions of a smitten lover pursuing a forbidden romance in the night.
Unable to hold back any longer, Vail took the Lady suddenly by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. His heart pounded wildly, and the metallic tang of blood wetted his tongue, which only made the kiss all the more exhilarating to him. He leaned into her passionately with ardor that was almost desperate in its intenseness. He hadn’t realized just how fierce his desire to close the gap between them had been until after he’d finally done it.
“You’re trouble,” he breathed when he pulled back again. His eyes only met hers for a moment before lowering to her lips as he kissed her again. He only paused once more as he added, “I’m beginning to wonder if you like having control over me...”
Vail could feel Victoria’s muscles tense as he traced his hand across her soft skin. He enjoyed the subtle motion though. The unfamiliarity in her reaction just reminded him that she wasn’t used to being touched in such a way and that he was the only one who’d had her in an intimate setting such as this. He liked having her all to himself, to hold and caress as he pleased and to bite when he so chose. Right now, every part of her was his, and the progress of the night was at his leisure. He would take his time, desiring to make the most of their meeting since it was unclear when he would be able to see her again.
As Lady Crest rested her arm against his waist, Vail leaned into her even more, hovering close to her neck to take in her aroused pheromones like a drug. It was strange, but he was beginning to feel unsure whether he liked the feeding or the prelude better. Her blood satisfied his thirst, but her touch toyed with a different kind of lust he’d never felt for a human before. Everything about her was intoxicating. As he caressed her lithe body, he offhandedly wondered what Peter would say if he discovered the real content of his meetings with the Crest Heiress. He knew his father would just think him reckless for getting so close to a human. The head of the family could never find out how deep his attraction to her truly ran.
Hearing Victoria challenge him to speak his mind once again, a smile played on Lord Hygrace’s lips. He should have learned to expect her boldness by now, but she still managed to surprise him whenever she asked such questions to see into his thoughts. “I do,” he admitted honestly, turning his head slightly to see her face. As he spoke, he trailed his fingers up to her supple chest, where he could feel the heat of her blood beneath her snow white skin. The warmth was enticing to him.
Shifting on the bed, he leaned down to run his tongue over the left side of her bust. Though he was priming her skin to feed, he took his time even with this. Everything he did with her was thrilling, so he intended to enjoy every second of it without rushing.
Victoria hadn’t flinched much the last two times he had bitten her, so this time Vail didn’t bother restraining her arms when he finally sank his fangs into her flesh, drawing a flow from the inner edge of her bosom. A shiver ran through his body as he drank her sweet blood with the fervor of an addict, and he held her tightly by the hips. There was something exhilarating about preying on her in this intimate setting. He preferred it to the usual way he satisfied his thirst: forceful and quick.
He swept his tongue across the fresh punctures in her skin until the trickle slowed, and he’d had his fill. When the feed was over, he pulled away from her to sit upright on the bed, exhaling contentedly. Despite the risks they were facing by continuing to meet, he was always reminded of why he believed it was worth the danger every time he tasted her blood again. He was even beginning to find the idea of returning to other victims after her death displeasing. It was a pity that her mortal life was destined to end someday.
As Lady Crest rested her arm against his waist, Vail leaned into her even more, hovering close to her neck to take in her aroused pheromones like a drug. It was strange, but he was beginning to feel unsure whether he liked the feeding or the prelude better. Her blood satisfied his thirst, but her touch toyed with a different kind of lust he’d never felt for a human before. Everything about her was intoxicating. As he caressed her lithe body, he offhandedly wondered what Peter would say if he discovered the real content of his meetings with the Crest Heiress. He knew his father would just think him reckless for getting so close to a human. The head of the family could never find out how deep his attraction to her truly ran.
Hearing Victoria challenge him to speak his mind once again, a smile played on Lord Hygrace’s lips. He should have learned to expect her boldness by now, but she still managed to surprise him whenever she asked such questions to see into his thoughts. “I do,” he admitted honestly, turning his head slightly to see her face. As he spoke, he trailed his fingers up to her supple chest, where he could feel the heat of her blood beneath her snow white skin. The warmth was enticing to him.
Shifting on the bed, he leaned down to run his tongue over the left side of her bust. Though he was priming her skin to feed, he took his time even with this. Everything he did with her was thrilling, so he intended to enjoy every second of it without rushing.
Victoria hadn’t flinched much the last two times he had bitten her, so this time Vail didn’t bother restraining her arms when he finally sank his fangs into her flesh, drawing a flow from the inner edge of her bosom. A shiver ran through his body as he drank her sweet blood with the fervor of an addict, and he held her tightly by the hips. There was something exhilarating about preying on her in this intimate setting. He preferred it to the usual way he satisfied his thirst: forceful and quick.
He swept his tongue across the fresh punctures in her skin until the trickle slowed, and he’d had his fill. When the feed was over, he pulled away from her to sit upright on the bed, exhaling contentedly. Despite the risks they were facing by continuing to meet, he was always reminded of why he believed it was worth the danger every time he tasted her blood again. He was even beginning to find the idea of returning to other victims after her death displeasing. It was a pity that her mortal life was destined to end someday.
That's the goal xD
Maaaybe... Haha. You can do what you want with it. I'm not looking for any particular sort of response, to be honest. It's more for my own peace of mind to know that I set proper expectations
It's amazing!! I love it. Also, you're really good at drawing eyes! If that's just a prototype, I can't wait to see the final result ^^
Maaaybe... Haha. You can do what you want with it. I'm not looking for any particular sort of response, to be honest. It's more for my own peace of mind to know that I set proper expectations
It's amazing!! I love it. Also, you're really good at drawing eyes! If that's just a prototype, I can't wait to see the final result ^^
While the girl he’d selected to feed on was battling the effects of the incense, Rayth sank a little further into his chair. He figured he might as well get comfortable. It was already taxing enough to keep his wits about him when the chemicals were coaxing him to let go. He didn’t really feel like bothering to sit up straight anymore on top of that.
As he waited, his red eyes wandered over the rest of the creatures in the back yard. By this point, almost everyone had paired off with a guest. The shade who had been eyeing the same prey as he had was in the middle of a smooth dance with another woman, and Briella was macking it up on the loveseat with the young guy she had pulled aside. It looked like they were all going to be full and satisfied by the end of the night.
Craning his neck a little to peer through the colored smoke, he spotted Frieda on the other side of the yard. She was still with the teenage-looking girl he’d noticed earlier, but she was acting different than usual. He narrowed his eyes as his vision threatened to go blurry from the drugs. From what he could make out, the ringmistress wasn’t biding her time to strike. Instead, it looked like she was just having a conversation with the girl.
Weird, he thought hazily, turning back to the young woman sitting across from him. She had slid haphazardly down in her chair and was now sitting in an awkward position. It didn’t seem to bother her though. A blank smile had formed on her lips, and her head was lolling to the side. She was definitely inebriated enough now.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, knowing full well the answer to his own question. “Any better than before?”
“A lot better,” the girl giggled, grinning at him dumbly. “You know, I really like this stuff. Who’s your dealer? I wanna get some for myself.”
“You don’t need a dealer for incense,” Rayth laughed amusedly. He stood up from his seat, swayed slightly, and stepped over to offer her his hand. “Come on. Let’s have one more dance before you pass out.”
“Okay,” she drawled, dropping her hand clumsily into his.
Carefully, he hauled her out of her chair and led her away from the seating area, wanting to get far enough away that neither of them would trip on any furniture. With nothing left to wait for, it was time for him to fill his empty stomach.
This was too good to be true.
Coming into this long-awaited meeting, Frieda had thought she would have to convince Lune to join the ranks of the circus, but instead, the girl was offering her services on a silver platter. She nearly laughed at the irony of it. She supposed she knew now why the oracles had predicted she would succeed in her endeavor. It was because Lune had already made up her mind before the faerie could even say a word.
She leaned forward in her seat with interest as the teen went on to sell herself as if she was in a job interview. It was clear to the ringmistress that she had no idea how special she was. Proposing cleanup and photography. It wasn’t what had attracted Frieda’s attention, but for now, it would have to do.
The faerie watched patiently as Lune set up her camera to show off her previous work. The way the girl squinted against the camera’s light didn’t slip past her keen gaze. Even though the glow wasn’t painfully bright, she appeared uncomfortable looking into it. Frieda studied her discreetly as she accepted the device. Interesting.
Though her mind was already made up as well, she took a moment to look through Lune’s work just to humor her. As she did, she had to admit the images were impressive. The way the girl had captured her performers was artful—masterful, even, beyond her years. They could certainly use her talents in promoting their upcoming tours.
“My dear, you have more to offer than you realize,” the faerie assured her with another inviting smile, handing the camera back. “The circus is a place where anyone, no matter who they are or what they look like, can come to feel safe. Of course, you are welcome to join, and I’m delighted that you want to.”
She sat back in her chair again, though her posture remained straight and authoritative. No questions were asked. She didn’t need to know why Lune had sought out the circus. If that information was important, she would uncover it later. For now, the teen’s eagerness was good enough.
The ringmistress gestured to a nearby faerie masquerading as an acrobat. “Fetch Rayth for me, would you?” she requested when the girl reached her side. “I’d like him to help our new sister get settled in.”
“Yes, mistress,” the faerie girl curtseyed elegantly and wandered off to fulfill her task.
Meanwhile, Frieda turned back to Lune with a pleased expression. “It takes courage to do something like this,” she flattered. “I hope you get everything you’re looking for out of Cirque du Sombre.”
As he waited, his red eyes wandered over the rest of the creatures in the back yard. By this point, almost everyone had paired off with a guest. The shade who had been eyeing the same prey as he had was in the middle of a smooth dance with another woman, and Briella was macking it up on the loveseat with the young guy she had pulled aside. It looked like they were all going to be full and satisfied by the end of the night.
Craning his neck a little to peer through the colored smoke, he spotted Frieda on the other side of the yard. She was still with the teenage-looking girl he’d noticed earlier, but she was acting different than usual. He narrowed his eyes as his vision threatened to go blurry from the drugs. From what he could make out, the ringmistress wasn’t biding her time to strike. Instead, it looked like she was just having a conversation with the girl.
Weird, he thought hazily, turning back to the young woman sitting across from him. She had slid haphazardly down in her chair and was now sitting in an awkward position. It didn’t seem to bother her though. A blank smile had formed on her lips, and her head was lolling to the side. She was definitely inebriated enough now.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, knowing full well the answer to his own question. “Any better than before?”
“A lot better,” the girl giggled, grinning at him dumbly. “You know, I really like this stuff. Who’s your dealer? I wanna get some for myself.”
“You don’t need a dealer for incense,” Rayth laughed amusedly. He stood up from his seat, swayed slightly, and stepped over to offer her his hand. “Come on. Let’s have one more dance before you pass out.”
“Okay,” she drawled, dropping her hand clumsily into his.
Carefully, he hauled her out of her chair and led her away from the seating area, wanting to get far enough away that neither of them would trip on any furniture. With nothing left to wait for, it was time for him to fill his empty stomach.
This was too good to be true.
Coming into this long-awaited meeting, Frieda had thought she would have to convince Lune to join the ranks of the circus, but instead, the girl was offering her services on a silver platter. She nearly laughed at the irony of it. She supposed she knew now why the oracles had predicted she would succeed in her endeavor. It was because Lune had already made up her mind before the faerie could even say a word.
She leaned forward in her seat with interest as the teen went on to sell herself as if she was in a job interview. It was clear to the ringmistress that she had no idea how special she was. Proposing cleanup and photography. It wasn’t what had attracted Frieda’s attention, but for now, it would have to do.
The faerie watched patiently as Lune set up her camera to show off her previous work. The way the girl squinted against the camera’s light didn’t slip past her keen gaze. Even though the glow wasn’t painfully bright, she appeared uncomfortable looking into it. Frieda studied her discreetly as she accepted the device. Interesting.
Though her mind was already made up as well, she took a moment to look through Lune’s work just to humor her. As she did, she had to admit the images were impressive. The way the girl had captured her performers was artful—masterful, even, beyond her years. They could certainly use her talents in promoting their upcoming tours.
“My dear, you have more to offer than you realize,” the faerie assured her with another inviting smile, handing the camera back. “The circus is a place where anyone, no matter who they are or what they look like, can come to feel safe. Of course, you are welcome to join, and I’m delighted that you want to.”
She sat back in her chair again, though her posture remained straight and authoritative. No questions were asked. She didn’t need to know why Lune had sought out the circus. If that information was important, she would uncover it later. For now, the teen’s eagerness was good enough.
The ringmistress gestured to a nearby faerie masquerading as an acrobat. “Fetch Rayth for me, would you?” she requested when the girl reached her side. “I’d like him to help our new sister get settled in.”
“Yes, mistress,” the faerie girl curtseyed elegantly and wandered off to fulfill her task.
Meanwhile, Frieda turned back to Lune with a pleased expression. “It takes courage to do something like this,” she flattered. “I hope you get everything you’re looking for out of Cirque du Sombre.”
Crow is really enjoying this xD
He also might already have a plan
He also might already have a plan
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