Post by HANNYA on Nov 1, 2021 21:08:06 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
SMOKE FILLED THE ROOM so thick Hannya could barely see an inch in front of her face. She could sense them all, though. Each heartbeat, slow or fast, whether it was a vampire ticking along or something more alive waiting for what was to come next, a strong thud, thud, thud beneath their ribcage. Every one of them had a reason to be there tonight, and she hoped that most would be disappointed. They had to have a good time, of course, but if there was no turmoil, no jealousy or cravings, then Hannya had nothing to feed on.
The bass was a slow throb in her chest, the gentle sound of beads sewn to hip scarves matching the beat, shimmering and shaking somewhere beyond the cloud of smoke. An impromptu theme night, hookah pipes set at each table, whereas the renovated, separate section was mostly free of tobacco smoke━but it wasn’t as if these immortal beings could truly be affected by it.
Sitting near one of the familiar faces, a member she knew well, Hannya inhaled the watermelon-flavoured shisha gracefully, delicate with the pipe, before handing it back to him. He was talking about his career, boasting, but it made no difference to her. He was at the very top with no one above him, and didn’t need to be jealous of anybody in his workplace, so, naturally, the demon was bored with his story. She nodded along politely, thinking of the look Hector would give her if she started pissing off the kind of clientele she specialized in entertaining. Not that she cared about the dusty, little vampire, but it was easier now to lay low. She wanted Joel, and that meant sticking around━not ruffling too many feathers.
She felt him enter. Not Joel, the other plaything━more her speed, but not in Hannya’s good books at the moment. Not after the blacklight party.
She kissed the boring man’s cheek and stood up from one of the lounge chairs, blonde hair peeking out from above the cloud. The dancers were still keeping time, and Hannya nodded approvingly before glancing towards Castor. Instead of approaching, though, she sunk into the smoke, camouflaging herself for now; until she was ready to strike━until he was comfortable.
By the end, impatience drove her out. Having taken shelter near the bar, Hannya caught him in her web. He was the bug, of course, and she descended on Castor as a black widow would to her prey. Without a hello, or much warning whatsoever, Hannya moved in, hands on his chest, pinning him roughly against the nearest wall. “Who the hell was she, Casper?” She hissed, hoping the nickname would at least mildly irritate him, nails digging into his host’s sturdy frame. “Not much of a friendly lil’ ghost after all, huh?” Though it had been ironic anyway. “She ain’t even one of us. Why the fuck would ya keep ‘er around?”
It drove her like a fire lit on the inside, burning hard and fast, raging, wild enough to have a few flames jump out and lick at his skin as she scolded him. He had been hers, they played together, and seeing him with someone else━even while Hannya had company of her own━ignited the envy that always simmered just under the surface. It was amusing, entertaining, delectable, but she still felt like taking his head as a trophy.
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