The sun is hiding behind a cloud when Lost bursts out of the stairwell into the open air. The rooftop is a wide plaza, peppered with an eclectic assortment of beach equipment and the usual detritus of disused spaces: buzzing heat exchange units, vents slurping down fresh air, and a handful of pigeons. It feels like it is about to rain, but she hopes that it will not; she needs a fast burn to put an end to things. ...
Intoxicating noise fills the club. The music’s throbbing beat, glittering with crystalline static and the crowd’s excited shouts and bursts of laughter are obvious, but Fel has never found a way to drown out the oceans of blood pulsing just beneath their skin. Earplugs and thick, insulating headphones help a bit, just like the smelling salts and herbs stuffed inside her mask help with the smell, but it is never enough. Will never be enough. ...
Originally posted to Twitter on March 1st, 2022. She wanders into the kitchen midway through your preparations, drawn by the warm scents of cooking meet and browning bread and your heartbeat’s happy rhythm. You tug the blackout curtain closed as she does, walling out sunset’s last beams before they can touch her grey skin. “Hey!” you cheerfully greet her sleep-mussed hair and hollow eyes, “do you want some coffee? It’ll be ready in a minute.” ...
“Please, mistress,” she begs in a tiny trembling voice entirely unlike her usual confidence, “please give me a taste, a drop! I’m so hungry …” She’s so cute kneeling: perfectly still save for her pleading eyes and panting mouth, her fangs sliding in and out. Vampires get so cute and needy when they’re not able to feed, and you’ve trained her so very well—she’d stay like this for weeks if you demanded it of her, and the frenzy at the end would be more than worth it … ...
Slipping into the club, music pounding at your ears, in your bones, the thrum of life and song and dance; friends with you for a moment then gone in the kaleidoscope whirl, torn apart, joining the crowd– And you go with them, lost in light and sound and movement. The noise is inside you, it is you, filling your motions with beautiful Purpose; twirling through the crowd, intersecting and diverging, no partner lasting more than a few moments–that’s not what tonight wants of you. ...