✝VENGEANCE✝

05/13/2023 01:17 PM  вιtchεяεℓℓa - Prompt VENGEANCE"Why are you so stubborn?"www.roleplayer.me/skettidck                    For once, the night sky in Forks was primarily clear. Only a few small clouds loitered in the starry sky. As usual, Talon was avoiding the Cullen clan - he and Edward had been exchanging looks lately, living with a mind reader was becoming annoyingly exhausting for Talon. Alice tried to smooth things over as best she could, and even Jasper attempted to help, but their disdain for one another was too strong. Talon had managed to get along with the family, even Rosalie; however, Edward just rubbed him the wrong way. Perhaps it was because he could hear every thought Talon had - a scary thing to bear witness to, or it was because of how he treated Bella. Of course, Edward knew how Talon felt - he hadn't figured out how to keep his thoughts to himself. Talon had just returned to the house when Edward confronted him before he could reach the door. His golden eyes were wide, and pure rage filled his face as he shoved Talon back, sending the lanky vampire stumbling down the steps - a cruel move considering he was higher than a kite. His crimson hues glared up at him as his brow furrowed. "The fvck was that for?!" He yelled, regaining his footing and staring up at Edward. "Stay away from Bella." The broody vampire snarled, hands balling into fists. Talon rolled his eyes as he shrugged. "She's my friend, no." He stated, not allowing Edward to dictate who he hung out with. Within the blink of an eye, Edward was face to face with Talon again. Talon stood a few inches taller, his gaze narrowing at Edward as he looked down his nose at him, a sly grin forming on his lips. "She doesn't need you ruining her life." He hissed. Talon couldn't lie; he enjoyed that he could piss off Edward without saying a word. By this time, the rest of the Cullens had gathered on the front porch. Alice had a look of annoyance, Emmett's face held a grin - he wanted to watch them fight, and Rosalie matched Alice's look of annoyance, her gaze fixated on Talon as she shook her head. Meeting Rosalie's gaze, Talon clenched his jaw and sighed as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his pack of Marlboro's. "I'm not doing this with you, Eddie." He mumbled, putting a cigarette between his lips before launching to the roof. It was where he spent much of his time when he didn't want to interact with anyone, however, he was followed by Rosalie. As he stared at the night sky, she moved to lay next to him, sighing as she smacked his forehead. "Why are you so stubborn?" She asked, more rhetorically than anything. Talon smirked as he shrugged. "Part of my charm, Rosie." He declared, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. talon joseph Brandon template credit. 0 Comments

05/01/2023 10:50 PM  Happy Birthday, momma VENGEANCEHappy birthday, mommawww.roleplayer.me/skettidck                    The sun's bright rays beat down on the scrawny, dark-haired young man as he stood in the cemetery. A tailored suit covered his thin frame. Pale blue eyes watered as he stared down at the headstone in front of him with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Grace Josephine Brandon Beloved mother of three That was it. No design, no more words, no dates. N o t h i n g. Thomas refused to spend the money on a headstone - claiming it was a waste. Talon's grip on the stems of the flowers tightened, and the thorns punctured his palm and fingers as the rage toward his father made his heart pound harder and faster, echoing in his ears. Talon knew it was her birthday, though. He would always remember that date. Even decades later, high out of his mind, Talon would remember that date. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was always a bright, cloudless day, May the second. In the South, that was rare. Afternoon thunderstorms usually rolled in, blocking the sun, but never on the second. The storms were in Talon's mind - his mind was always a mess on this day; no matter where he was or what he was doing, he always remembered to come home to Biloxi to visit his mother's grave. The lanky vampire walked sullenly across the cemetery, his head hanging - dark locks dangled, framing his thin face. His left hand was stuffed into his leather jacket pocket, and his right held a bouquet of red roses. He did not need to look where he was going - he had been coming to this gravesite every year since 1919. Talon hadn't expected his twin sister, Alice, to show up, so when her scent crossed his path, his head perked up, brows furrowing into his usual brood, as his pale blue contact-covered eyes scanned the grounds for her. She had already beaten him to the plot, her petite figure sitting in front of their mother's headstone. Being twins, it always amused him how different they were in some aspects - like their height, what their human eye colors used to be, and how different their tastes in clothing and aesthetics were. Their similarities, however, far outweighed their differences. The two seemed to be on the same wavelength, no matter how much time they had spent apart; once reunited, it was like they shared the same brain. Having only mentioned to her in a brief statement that he visited their mother's grave each year, Talon was shocked to find Alice here now. He knew the situation weighed heavily on her, even after all these years, and after all that she had endured, he could tell that Alice blamed herself, even though Talon had tried to convince her otherwise. Their pathetic excuse for a father would have done this even if Alice didn't have her premonitions. Kneeling onto the damp grass beside her, Talon gently laid the flowers in front of their mother's headstone. "Happy birthday, momma." He said quietly as tears began rolling down his cheek while his gaze lingered on the headstone. He had replaced it around 1965 - removing the old, concrete one and replacing it with a white marble one. The new one had her name, birth date, and death date and read Grace Jopsehine Brandon. Beloved mother of Mary Alice, Talon Joseph, and Cynthia Marie Brandon. Gone too soon, but forever in our hearts. He placed his hand gently on his sister's back and moved it slowly from side to side. "I miss her so much, Tally." Alice's voice was soft, barely a whisper. Her hazel irises lightened a few shades from the tears welling in her eyes. Talon nodded slowly, a sympathetic smile on his lips.  "I know, Ali. I do too." He leaned toward her, pressing his lips to her forehead; more tears fell from them both. Alice wrapped her arms around Talon's scrawny frame while he embraced her. "You gotta stop blaming yourself." He said sternly, knowing that the guilt of being unable to save their mother still haunted her all these years later. That day, Talon had lost his best friend, mother, teacher, and confidant. Memories came flooding back - of him watching her cook; the three of them playing in the yard; the look she gave him whenever he wanted to wear nothing but black - the early 1900s did not suit Talon; dancing with her in the living room - she wanted nothing more than for her only son to marry a fantastic woman and sweep her off her feet with his dancing skills. Not once did Talon ever think there was anything Alice could have done to save her. The only one that blamed her was her.  No, Talon placed the blame on their father - Thomas. The abusive conman had to hire someone to kill Grace. The pathetic excuse of a man couldn't even do it himself. Their father was the one person Talon wished he had killed. Instead, the guilt of his first kill haunted him - he drained their stepmother dry in the kitchen the night he had become a vampire.  "I'm trying. I don't understand why I was shown the vision for months if I wasn't meant to save her." The tone in Alice's voice shifted from sadness to confused anger. Talon gave her a gentle squeeze as he shook his head.  "We may never understand your visions, and there's no changing the past, so it's best not to dwell on it, Alice." Saying the words and doing them were two very different things. Though he told his sister not to dwell on the past, it was often all Talon did.  talon joseph Brandon template credit. 1 Comments

04/12/2023 09:49 PM  CHAINED VENGEANCEChainedwww.roleplayer.me/skettidck                    The cold concrete wall supported Talon's thin frame as he sat on the uncomfortable cot with his back against it, holding a sketchbook. The parchment had a half-drawn face - manic eyes above a large devilish fanged grin with what one could only assume was blood dripping from the mouth. Even at a glance, it was obvious that the drawing was to be a self-portrait. This was how Talon viewed himself - even when others saw him as kind and lighthearted. The memories of all that he had done were a reminder of what he could do when intoxicated always lingered in his mind - ready to cause him to destroy any positive thoughts he could have about himself.  Heavy footsteps caused Talon to look up from his drawing. His crimson eyes stared blankly at the guard who motioned for him to rise to his feet. Sighing, he set his sketchbook on the cot and did as requested. He had been in this supernatural prison long enough to know that following that, he was to hold his hands out in front of him and not move a muscle, so that was what he did. Talon was unsure why he was being summoned, but he knew better than to ask questions unless he wanted a beatdown. A coven of witches had enchanted the prison walls, diminishing the strength and abilities of the supernaturals within the walls, though it did not wholly strip their powers away. "Alright, inmate 031523, you've got a visitor." Enchanted metal shackles loudly clanked as they locked around Talon's tattooed wrists and ankles; a purple aura flashed once the bonds were closed, indicating the vampire was now as weak as a mere human - his senses and strength were gone. Oddly enough, he was glad he could not smell the awful stench of the werewolf in the next cell. The chain that connected the wrist and ankle bonds rattled as a heavily armored guard tugged on it, forcing the vampire to stumble a few steps. Talon's head hung as he clenched his jaw, mentally cursing the guard. An evil grin formed on his lips as he daydreamed of the ways he could torture and kill the man. He had been in the cell for weeks, and his body was still detoxing from the copious amounts of drugs he took daily. His crimson hues looked over at the guard as Talon spoke quietly but sternly. "I don't want to see anyone." Talon had no one left in the world. His family had died centuries ago - first was his mother in a car accident, and then his twin sister Alice, who died mysteriously after being sent to the asylum. Their father died at Talon's hands after he had become a vampire, Talon's first kill. Cynthia, the youngest Brandon, lived a long, human life and passed due to old age. Talon was alone. He liked it that way. "I don't care, 031523. Let's move." The guard said as he shoved Talon out of the cell, causing him to stumble and bump into the metal doorframe. The chain linking his wrist and ankle shackles allowed for minimal movements, making him shuffle his way down the hall and to the visiting room. He sat in the uncomfortable metal chair and leaned back, his head hanging, not bothering to look at the woman across from him as the guard locked the chains to the bolt in the ground. "Talon Joseph Brandon, my name is Gabriella Beauchamp-Cortez. I will be representing you in the case the state of Louisiana has against you." Her voice was stern and held no emotion. Talon's brow furrowed as his head slowly lifted. Why was he being represented? Who on Earth would even want to? The evidence against him was so condemning that even he knew he stood no chance. He had already come to terms with the fact that he may very well meet his end.  Gabriella had pulled her curly dark hair into a ponytail though a few rogue strands fell around her face, framing it beautifully. Her violet hues stared straight into his crimson ones for what felt like an eternity. His expression went from annoyed and angry to one of admiration. "First, I need to know how you plead." She said as her head tilted as she watched him. Blinking rapidly as her voice pulled him back to reality, Talon looked away and sighed. "Guilty, obviously. I was caught red-handed, literally, in the center of the massacre." He stated before looking back at her.  Gabriella sighed and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. "You could claim insanity; you look rough enough that I think that could work. It would get you a shorter sentence." Her brows arched as her violet hues looked him over. With his disheveled hair, skeletal frame, and the tremors from his detoxing process, she could easily spin the narrative in his favor.  Her words made Talon's eyes roll. "I'm not insane. I'm just a monster." He said coldly as his eyes locked onto hers. The idea irritated him - he did not want to be viewed as insane, though many likely thought he was with the state of the bodies he had sprawled around him when they found him. The woman leaned forward, and that was when Talon finally caught her scent - that familiar, gut-wrenching scent of a werewolf. His lips peeled back as he bared his fangs and lunged at her, just to get pulled back into his seat by his chains. "Why the fxck are you here? Finally going to kill me in here since you couldn't catch me out there?" He snarled. Gabriella was unfazed by Talon's outburst. Arching a brow, she chuckled and shook her head. "I'm not with the pack that was hunting you. You killed a very important elder of my rival pack, leaving them in shambles. So, I'm simply here to say 'thank you' by getting you a lesser sentence. It's up to you if you want to take the offer. I'd be happy to let you rot, but my father has other plans for you." She said before shrugging, placing her hands on the metal table, and pushing herself to her feet. talon joseph Brandon template credit. 0 Comments

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02/25/2023 08:56 PM  Gone Away VENGEANCEGone awaywww.roleplayer.me/skettidck                    The news of his mother's demise had hit Talon like a freight train. He had been the one to answer the door when the sheriff came to inform them of the news. His left hand gripped the door tightly as the words slowly sank in. His oceanic eyes dropped to the floor as his heartbeat echoed in his head, drowning out the sheriff's voice. Then, finally, his father, Thomas Brandon, came to the door as Talon fell to his knees. Tears welled in his eyes as his hands rose to either side of his head. His fingers curled, tugging at his dark locks as his father's hand gently touched his back. Even though the two had become distant over the years, Thomas loved his only son, well, as much as a narcissist could. Talon's sobs brought his little sister, Cynthia, in from the living room. Her large eyes filled with confusion and worry as she looked from him to their father. "Tal... What's wrong?" She asked, her hands cupping her face as she wiped the tears from his eyes. "Mom's... gone." Was all that he could muster between sobs. His eyes locked onto hers briefly before his hands wrapped around her petite figure. Thomas ushered the sheriff to the front yard, closing the door behind him. It didn't shock them that he did nothing to console them; it infuriated Talon that he didn't seem affected at all. Now mixed with anger and grief, he rose to his feet, pulled the handkerchief from his pants pocket, wiped his nose, and adjusted his shirt and vest. Cynthia's brow furrowed at the sudden shift in his attitude, and she quickly realized why. Her hands slid over his, which had balled into fists, and stepped between him and the door. "Move." His deep voice was merely a whisper, but Cynthia refused to do as he said. "Where's Mary Alice?" Cynthia asked, wiping away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks. Talon's eyes looked down at his little sister, and his brow furrowed. He had no idea where their older sister's hand wandered off to; she had been gone for hours. "They weren't together, were they?!" Cynthia's bright blue eyes widened as she looked up at Talon and took hold of his hands. He shook his head, his hands turning to give hers a soft squeeze. "The sheriff didn't mention Mary Alice. I'm sure she's just out running errands." He said, even though he wasn't sure he even believed that. For all he knew, his mother and sister were together, and the sheriff hadn't had a chance to mention her before their father took him outside. His hands moved to cup Cynthia's face, his thumbs wiping away the tears streaming down her face. "Let's get cleaned up, hun." He said as he picked her up and carried her to her room. Talon wasn't sure how much Cynthia had understood the situation since she was only nine, but he would not let her see him fall apart. Once he settled Cynthia into her room with her teddy bear, he kissed her forehead softly and went to his room, closing the door quietly behind him. Then, with his back pressed against the door, Talon closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and took several deep breaths. The thought of him having lost his sister and his mother brought the tears back. His chest felt like it was caving in. His hands slid around the back of his neck, his fingers lacing together as he slid down to the ground. His jaw clenched as his breaths quickened. Squeezing his eyes shut, he then rest his head in his hands. This cannot be happening. I can't lose them both. Talon thought to himself. Even though he wanted to scream, he did his best to keep the sobbing quiet - not wanting Cynthia to hear him and come in. Slowly rising to his feet, Talon turned and punched his bedroom door. His right arm went through the wood with ease. Splintered wood sliced him from his forearm to his elbow. The pain didn't register; he saw the blood but felt nothing - nothing except the tightness in his chest. The tears that streamed down his cheeks were from the realization that he would never see his mother again. Never hug her, kiss her cheek, sing with her in the kitchen, or dance with her in the living room. Yanking his arm free from the door caused more damage, but he didn't care. His blood trailed down his fingertips as his arm hung by his side. Then, swiveling on his heel, he turned and kicked the side of his dresser. The heel of his shoe smashed into the wood as he let out a yell. His right hand then shoved all the knickknacks off the top, smearing blood along the wood as he did so. He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth, the pain of his arm now registering, though it didn't stop him.                   The mirror on his nightstand was next. Grabbing it, he threw it to the ground - the shattered glass scattered the room, and a small piece flung up, cutting his right cheek. The pain from his arm now began to fuel him. His head turned back to his dresser, eyeing the wooden furniture. Grabbing the drawers one by one, he pulled them out and spun, throwing them against the opposite wall. Its contents dispersed throughout his room, and the pieces of wood landed on his small mattress. Books that lined a small shelf in his room were his next target. Talon pulled the rack off the wall, causing the books to fall to the floor. Kneeling, he began pulling them apart. The thin parchment tore quickly from the bindings and soon littered his floor. After shredding the last book, Talon closed his eyes and hung his head. His entire world had just tilted, and all he could do was trash his room. He knew his father would be livid, but he didn't care. In fact, he would be more than willing to fight the man about it, even with a f***ed up arm. "Talon! It's Mary Alice!" Cynthia's voice called through the house. His eyes opened, and he clutched his arm; the sharp pain now coursed through his body. He grabbed a shirt sprawled out on his bed and wrapped his arm, wincing at the pressure. Cynthia stood at the window, watching as their beloved sister was forced into a car. "No!" The young girl shrieked, causing Talon's eyes to widen. By the time he reached the window, the car was driving off. "Where are they taking her!?" Cynthia asked, looking up at her brother. His brow furrowed as he watched the last few men in lab coats enter another car and drive off. "The asylum..." He said quietly, soon realizing their father must've arranged to have Mary Alice taken away due to her visions. This fueled his anger again, but he knew that a fight right now would not end well - one would die or end up hospitalized. The tightening in his chest became more prominent, knowing his sister was alive now but that he'd likely never get to see her again due to their father. talon joseph Brandon template credit. 0 Comments

01/30/2023 10:41 PM  Cruel Game - Drabble   Talon's slender frame stood at the foot of the blood-stained bed, his crimson hues staring blankly at the lifeless body before him. A manicured hand slid over his shoulder, the other across his chest, smearing the blood dripping from his chin onto his porcelain chest. "Very good, my darling." The woman's silky voice mused as her fingers traced lines in the crimson fluid on his torso. His head turned slowly to look at her, her blood-red eyes matching his own. Then, not understanding the power blood held over her, his brow furrowed, and his head tilted to the side.  "I... don't get the obsession." He stated quietly, his gaze shifting from the brunette to the lifeless redhead. Her body sprawled across the king-sized bed, and the scent of her blood filled the room. The brunette trailed her index finger along his jaw; her gaze fixated on him. Right then, she knew something was different about him.  "Mmm, perhaps you need something more." Stepping back to the dresser, she pulled out a jar half-filled with a white powdery substance, scooped a thick, long line out onto the redhead's abdomen, and slid a rolled hundred-dollar bill into his slender digits. Then, leading him over to the ivory line, she sat on the bed and tapped the woman's skin. "Come on, darling. It'll change how you feel, trust me." Sitting on the opposite side of the redhead, he raised the rolled bill to his nose and leaned down. Then, closing the other nostril, he inhaled, sliding the end of the paper along the powder trail. Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. "Sh!t." He mumbled, eyes blinking rapidly as he sat up straight and took a deep breath through his mouth. The amount he snorted was three times that a human could handle without going into cardiac arrest.  His eyes widened as a smile spread across his lips. "I feel great!" His body felt electric; the slightest breeze sent a shiver down his spine, and Danielle's quiet breath echoed in his ears. He hadn't felt this alive and energized since he first turned, and even then, his senses weren't this heightened. This was the start of Talon's drug addiction.  -------------------- Talon and Danielle remained together for over a decade - they drank, snorted, injected, and inhaled anything they could. Danielle provided the drugs - she had connections in nearly every town they went to. He provided the food - whether by force or by charming them; Danielle's preferred entrée was redheads. Then, as she got her fix by sinking her fangs into the woman Talon lured in, he got his by doing any drug she could procure.  Officers discovered the bodies hours after rigor mortise had set in. By then, Talon and Danielle were cities away, onto their next party destination. A few years into their adventure was when the torture began. Having become bored with merely enticing the women to drain them, Talon began with shallow cuts along their skin, nothing too deep. Watching the blood drip while he was high was fascinating. The scent of blood began to make his mouth water due to the drugs that coursed through Talon's veins - though it took a lot. A mix of copious amounts of cocaine, heroin, codeine, and weed dulled Talon's gift, causing his vampiric nature to take over.  Once the high took effect, Talon's bloodlust became yet another addiction. As Danielle and he drained body after body, Talon's torture grew worse. He went from shallow, superficial cuts to binding, biting, stabbing, and scratching them. Instead of ending their lives quickly, he did it slowly, enjoying how they begged and pleaded for him to stop.  It wasn't until many years later that a young girl walked in on Talon slicing her father's throat as he hung upside down from the rafters in their barn. Under him was a Danielle, jaw open, catching his crimson blood. Seeing the look on the little girl's face and how terrified she was made him freeze - his mind sobered up. She reminded him of his little sister Cynthia. Her blonde locks a mess on her head after waking from a nap. Her big blue eyes wide with fear. He dropped the knife and looked down at his bloodied hands.  Can you believe the outcome? Now I'm asking you God how come?  Danielle knew she was beginning to lose Talon at that moment, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. Her red hues locked onto the little girl, and the look on her face was rage-filled. She would end the child for interrupting her and Talon's fun, and that's precisely what she did. Danielle knelt behind the girl and snapped her neck. As her small body fell to the ground, Talon fell to his knees. Cupping his face, Danielle tilted his head back so their eyes could meet. "My darling, don't let that child distract you from our fun." Her words were soft, seductive.  Talon shook his head, his dark, messy locks falling to frame his slender face. "No... This is wrong." He whispered, his gaze falling back down to his hands.  Danielle rolled her eyes and shook her head. "It's what we are made to do, Talon. You know this." Helping him to his feet, Danielle turned him to face the man. Blood dripped slowly from his neck to his hair, soaking it and puddling beneath him on the wooden floor. Her finger trailed along the gash on his neck that Talon had caused just moments ago. "You love this, and you know it." She mused, touching her finger to his lips. His eyelids fluttered at the taste, and the venom flooded his mouth, wanting more of the crimson drug. Clenching his jaw, he turned from her, though he did not move. Danielle smirked, knowing he was still addicted. "Come, my darling." -------------------- You always change right behind my back. Once the drugs were out of his system and he was thinking clearly, Talon left Danielle. Knowing she likely wouldn't follow him to New Orleans, being she had several enemies there, he found himself struggling to keep in control. His body craved the drugs - withdrawal for vampires was just as bad as it was for humans. The headaches, the tremors, the sweats, Talon went through it all. Once he began to feel like himself again, he went out for a night on the town. It was a test to see how he would do. New Orleans had become ripe with criminal activity. On nearly every street, someone was offering drugs or sex.  The night had been successful, so he returned to his apartment. Stopping at the scent of blood, his eyes widened. The door to his apartment was ajar, the scent beckoning him to investigate. His hand slowly pushed the door open further as his crimson hues scanned the small area, soon landing on a redhead on the couch, her wrists slit and a pile of various narcotics in her lap. His jaw clenched, and his slender frame froze in the foyer. When we're face to face, I'm always the one who cracks. Sauntering toward him from the hallway, Danielle wore crimson lingerie and black heels, and her hair fell in dark waves to her shoulders. She had a devious grin on her ruby lips as she slowly moved toward Talon. His glare said a million words, but his jaw was clenched shut. Placing her palm on his chest, she chuckled, her head turning to look at the female on the couch. "Not breathing won't help. You see it, you want it. Take it. It's all ready for you." Her voice was low, teasing. Her hand slid down his arm, digits wrapped around his wrist as she led him over to the couch.  He followed slowly, his gaze flicking between the drugs and Danielle. Once they reached the couch, she pushed him down next to the redhead and placed a joint between his lips. His eyes were pleading, begging her not to do this, yet he didn't say a word. He didn't fight back. Striking a match and lighting the end the joint, she chuckled and leaned in. "You have to breathe to smoke it, my dear." After a few moments, Talon did just that. Taking a long hit of the weed, Talon's eyes closed, and his head tilted back, resting on the top of the couch. As the smoke filled his lungs, Danielle held the plate up - on it contained a mix of cocaine and ecstasy - and a small straw angled towards him. "Time for your favorite part." He eyed the white powder and plucked the joint from his lips as he leaned down, inhaling the drug through the straw.  "Fvck." He mumbled, the familiar feeling igniting his nerves once more. Glancing over to the redhead, Talon's tongue slowly trailed along his lower lip. He was about to sink his teeth into her neck when his ears caught the faint sound of her heartbeat. Danielle had brought him a meal that was practically dead. His brow furrowed as he turned to eye the brunette. "You get me high and don't even have a proper amount of food?"  She chuckled and playfully shrugged her shoulders. "I couldn't resist her! She just looks so tasty." Her tone was laced with venom, this wasn't a means to get him back; it was simply to fvck with his mind. If misery loves company, get the hell out of my house. Talon's expression went dark, causing Danielle to back up a few steps. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, don't pout! You can feed from me like you used to." Her hand flipped her dark locks over her shoulder as she tilted her head, fingers running along her neck, teasing him.  Talon rose to his feet, grabbed a fistful of her locks in his hand, and pulled her head back. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke in a growl. "Get the fvck out." His hand released her as he turned his back to her. "If I see you again, I will kill you." Slowly, he began gathering up the drugs and paraphernalia to dispose of them along with the now-deceased woman on his couch. Won't you please just look at me!? Danielle's brow furrowed as her lips pouted. "Oh, come on, my darling! You know you miss this..." She mused, moving to catch his attention with her exposed figure. He turned away again, refusing to give her the attention she so clearly desired. After several more attempts and him blatantly denying her, she finally left.  Talon expected her to throw more of a tantrum than she did, but he was also relieved she didn't. He was going to have to start his sobriety journey all over again. He refused to go back to being the monster he was with her.  Why'd I let you under my blouse? Once his apartment was cleaned of the drugs and body, he sat on the couch, glancing down at the blood stain. Hanging his head in his hands, he sighed heavily and cursed himself. You fvcking idiot. Why did you cave? You were doing so well. You should've killed her! All of his wrongdoings and regretful decisions were linked to Danielle. In another life, he could've been happy - in love. Things he now feared he would never experience. 0 Comments

01/28/2023 04:51 PM  Prompt - Lobo Fantasma "If you touch me again, I'll break your fvcking neck." - Dealer's choice. To say Talon was pissed was an understatement. He and his fiancée, Eliana, was having a date night when a man at the club decided he should be dancing with Eliana instead of Talon. The two were complete opposites, it was true. He was tall, slim, tattooed, had several facial piercings, and wore punk attire, while she was just gorgeous. The two contrasted each other drastically. The stranger must've thought Talon was just a friend, which was why he pushed the raven-haired vampire out of the way. Talon's jaw clenched as his hands balled into fists, as his blue orbs looked the muscular man up and down.  In typical Eliana fashion, she politely told the man to fvck off and that she was here with her fiancé. However, instead of just walking away, the man motioned toward Talon and let out a roaring laugh. "This guy? Please, sweetie, you could do far better." He stated as he attempted to wrap his arms around her hips. Eliana stood her ground, punched the man square in his jaw, took Talon's hand, and led him home.  Knowing Eliana could handle herself, Talon knew better than to interfere. She'd likely pout about not letting her have any fun, so even though it angered him to do so; he kept himself in check - at least until he got home. He made an excuse about having to go to work to check on the bar's inventory, but in reality, he returned to the club to find the man - his scent was still fresh in Talon's mind.  He was standing outside with two of his friends, passing around a joint and laughing about something Talon didn't give a fvck about. He started with the friends, wanting to leave the steroid jock for last. Chomping down on one of the men's necks, his hand grabbed the other's throat, his slender digits wrapped around, squeezing tightly. The crimson fluid quenched his thirst, but unlike other vampires, it didn't spark a frenzy in Talon. Blood held no sway over the vampire - that was his 'gift'. His fingers pulled the other's throat out as he drained the life from the one man. Their bodies fell with a thud as Talon licked his lips. His thumb ran along the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood that had begun to drip down his chin. Back boots stepped over the corpses as his slender frame blurred over to the jock who had frozen in place. Balling his hand into a fist, he thrust it into the man's chest. His Head tilted slightly to the side as a wicked grin formed on his lips. "Nothing to say now, huh?" He mused, chuckling softly.  A tap on his back made him snap, thinking it was the man he had bitten - perhaps he didn't die after all. "If you touch me again, I'll break your f***ing neck." He hissed before yanking his hand out of his primary victim's chest. As he turned on his heels with the victim's heart in his hand, Talon's orbs found a dark-haired female before him. "Who the fvck are you?" He asked with a furrowed brow. 0 Comments

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01/28/2023 02:54 PM  Turning - 1920s Blurred vision mixed with a lack of balance, the lanky raven-haired man stumbled over his feet as his hand reached out to hold the brick wall, attempting to steady him. His eyelids closed halfway as his free, bloodied hand combed through his messy locks, causing him to wince at the pain. "Fvck." He groaned, looking at his battered knuckles and his bloodied fingertips. His head pounded, and his knuckles stung. The man he fought at the bar had gotten several good hits on him. He could feel the cut on his cheek, and his head, mouth, and jaw felt bruised. The blurred vision was mainly due to the volume of alcohol he had consumed, though it was highly likely he had a concussion. The man he fought had bashed him over the head with an empty beer bottle, after all. What they were fighting about, Talon couldn't remember. He just knew he threw the first punch and the last. Rifling through his jacket pocket, Talon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and matches. Shaky digits pulled a singular fag out and placed it between his lips, wincing once more from the feel of the paper on his split bottom lip. Striking the match and lighting the end of the cigarette, he took a long drag, flicked the match into a puddle on the ground, and returned the items to his pocket. Turning to rest his back against the cool wall, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke slowly. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes for a brief moment, a sharp pain caused his eyes to shoot open. Before he could make a sound, the venom had already shut him up with euphoric bliss. His eyelids fluttered and his breath caught as he tilted his head to the side, giving the vampire that had his fangs in Talon's neck more room.  Already fvcked up from the alcohol and fight, it didn't take long for Talon to pass out. The vampire left him in the alley, assuming he would die momentarily, but what he didn't realize was that the venom had already begun working its way through the man's system. Dropped like a corpse onto the stone alleyway, Talon's thin frame lay motionless, but internally he was screaming and clawing at his neck. The pain was excruciating. Such a stark contrast to how the venom felt initially.   The pain made it seem like hours had passed when in reality only minutes had. One feature of Talon's that made him stand out from the rest was his light blue hues. They contrasted his dark hair and pale skin beautifully, but now they were blood red. His pale skin was even lighter, and his chest wasn't moving. He now lacked a heartbeat and didn't have to breathe. As he regained control of his body, he felt a burn in his throat. Not yet realizing what had happened, he scrambled to his feet. Carding his now healed hand through his dark locks, his brow furrowed when it didn't hurt. Holding his hands in front of him, his skin was flawless. There was dried blood where injuries used to be, but no wound or scar. He could see everything very clearly and the sounds from the bar behind him were clearly audible. "What the fvck...?" His mind was racing. What the fvck happened? The last thing he could recall was lighting his cigarette, which was now burnt out and dirtied on the stone path beneath him. Rubbing his face, he sighed heavily and shook his head. As he walked home things began to clear up. It was clear he was no longer intoxicated, hell he had never felt so energized before. The enhanced hearing and sight were overwhelming at first, but he quickly adjusted.  Newborns are usually feral due to hunger. Blood is the only thing on their mind, but that wasn't the case with Talon. He was able to ignore the burn in his throat with ease. His focus was on going home and figuring out what happened. It was well after midnight when Talon quietly entered the Brandon family home - his father, stepmother, and little sister were asleep, so Talon quietly went to his room. Sitting on his bed, he kicked his shoes off and stared at the wooden floor beneath him, his mind slowly recalling the events that happened. He went to the bar, got into a fight with a large man for taking his drink, won the fight, left the bar, and got bit by a vampire. His eyes went wide and his hands gripped the mattress tightly. Vampires weren't supposed to be real - they were stories to make the kids behave. His father's snoring on the other side of the house made his head turn, his head pointed toward the source of the sound. Fvck. I'm a fvcking vampire. 0 Comments

01/28/2023 01:11 PM  ShellShock - Prompt   "Someone has seen way too many Saw movies." Talon to Dante. Talon's black Samsung buzzed in the inner pocket of his leather jacket as he leaned against the brick wall of his front porch. Plucking the cigarette from his lips, he swiped "Accept" and brought the phone to his ear. "Little Sparda! What can I help you with today?" Talon's deep tone was jubilant as he enjoyed working with Dante. The two had a great rapport, and their matching sarcasm made each job that much more entertaining. "Oh, I will be right over." He stated, his tone now serious. Pulling his black Corvette up to the abandoned warehouse, Talon's left brow perked as he stepped out of the car. His nose scrunched as the scent of the blood flooded his nostrils from the distance. His red hues spotted the shorter white-haired male by an open door and walked over to him, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. "Let's see what chaos this demon has caused! It smells messy." He said walking past Dante and into the warehouse.  The scene before him was chaotic indeed. A woman hung from the ceiling, her ribcage torn open and on the floor. Her intestines hung from her torso, trailing down to the ground. Blood still dripped from the bones and her body. The sight made Talon's jaw clench. He was always in control of his bloodlust - the way it called out to other vampires must have been in a pitch he couldn't hear. Blood held no sway over him, aside from needing it to survive.  "Well, someone has seen way too many Saw movies." He stated, stepping closer to inspect the corpse. He had his dark side, much like everyone else, but nothing like this. Talon often toyed with his meals, shallow cuts in their skin before ending their lives; teasing them with the hope of their survival; but in the end, their deaths were far less gruesome. "I know a demon did it - see the markings on the edges of her flesh?" Dante began. "I just can't tell why he went after her. Usually, they do this to other supernaturals, not humans." Crossing his arms over his chest, he sighed. Talon shrugged and pulled out his cigarettes. "She isn't human, D. Her blood, it's not normal." He shook his head and put a cigarette between his lips. "It's... sweet, annoyingly sweet. Maybe nephilim?" Lighting the cigarette, his gaze narrowed in thought as he took a long drag. "Angelic fvcks always smell sweet." He muttered, recalling the run-in he had with one back int he late 60s. 0 Comments

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