Stripper Heels and Wicked Feels

[Freyja]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Freyja>I can almost touch it…
Have I ever even seen a purple unicorn before?
I really don’t think I have. God, it’s perfect. And she’s perfect, too. I must taste her.

Freyja leaned across the bar, giving a light, musical laugh at the woman’s joke. She hadn’t really heard. She’d barely been paying attention. She’d just watched her mouth as it moved, the way the pulsing colors of light shimmered across the glossy sheen of her lips. She was high. Most of the club was high.

White Rabbit had been a much bigger hit than she had thought it would be. People liked the mystery, piecing together the puzzle. She left clues around town, little white rabbits painted onto the sides of buildings, street signs, billboards. Anywhere that might strike an idea about a time or place. Her patrons had to communicate, to try and piece the puzzle together. It formed a sort of community among the crowd. Everyone here was close, save for the lucky randoms. Each night, two new random individuals were clued into the how and why the club worked the way it worked. Each night someone new decided to follow the white rabbit, her patronage grew.

More importantly, though, the club was another front for her more illicit trades. Often, her businesses were used to pass things normally unobtainable by more traditional or legal methods. Usually drugs, or, for those like her, with a thirst for something more, trafficking in people among the vampire community. She had found more than a fair share of willing blood donors once their minds were nearly melted with X, and nearly stewed in endorphins. Good drugs and better sex made humans very… compliant.

It was a double-edged sword, however, for vampires like Freyja. She was not immune to the intoxications of faculty-altering substances. Feeding from someone as high as the woman across from her would buzz her faster than a bottle of liquor. She was completely okay with that, too.

She smiled, that coy, sexy smirk as she laid her manicured nails across the back of the woman’s hand, before she leaned across the bar and pushed a kiss to those soft lips. She tasted like bubblegum and vodka. Freyja loved it.

The woman turned a bright shade of red and stammered an excuse to go to the bathroom to collect herself, hands pushing through her curly golden mane. It made Freyja chuckle. She didn’t know the woman’s name, but she knew she had been there several nights now, always watching her from a seat at the bar. It didn’t matter where she was, on the dance floor having a good time, running the bar, or hosting guests in the v.i.p. lounge, the lusty-eyed little nobody was always there, staring. She figured that tonight was the night to finally shut the trap on the little mouse.

She waited a beat, swaying her hips to the music as she remained rested against the bar before she stood straight, turning to her bartenders, Lucy, Rosetta, and Luca. She flashed them a brilliant smile. “Ladies, I’m off to the floor. Treat my customers. A round of shots for everyone at the bar. On the house!” A cheer went up from the bar as the tenders exchanged an exasperated, but amused glance, before setting to pouring shots as orders were shouted to them. The tall, Amazonian woman placed her hands on her hips and watched the commotion for a moment, pleased.

Her people loved their work, and the public loved their work. This place was an easy distraction. A place you could get lost in. She grinned, then, and turned to follow the shimmering rainbow that the skinny blonde had left in her wake, trailing all the way to the bathrooms in the back of the abandoned warehouse that had been appropriated for the evening’s venue.

This was a prime hunting ground, and she was a perfect predator.

Everywhere around her, men and women alike danced to the music, the thrumming bass moving through their bodies like audible cocaine. Their bodies became boneless, fluid in the thundering beat. The entire room smelled of sweat and lust, and the absolute frenzy made it easy to slip through the entire crowd with only the occasional yearning leers, far from the suspicious glares that she got during her nightly crawl of the streets, looking for food.

This makes things so much easier.

She slipped into the bathroom in silence. They were alone. The glittered gold of her stilettoes sparkled in the harsh fluorescent light of the spacious lavatory as she entered. She found the scrawny blonde leaning over a sink, applying gloss to her lips. She smirked, and slowly stalked toward the woman, until she was standing over her. She leaned down, her chin nearly resting on the woman’s shoulder and she smiled. “What do you say we make this night interesting?”

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, her lips parting on a scream that never made it from her throat. Dark brown eyes went wide in horror as a thin hand clamped down roughly over her mouth, silencing her. Fangs slid from the taller woman’s gums with a sick, wet pop before plunging into her throat.

The blonde screamed in agony against the vice grip of Freyja’s hand, blunt teeth fighting for purchase against her skin. The vampire drank with vigor, her stomach growling, aching as she fed. The horror-stricken eyes slowly glazed as the woman’s struggles became weak, her open palms slapping almost lightly at Freyja’s hand before they fell limply at the woman’s sides. Her eyes looked in the mirror, confusion the last expression on her face as she watched her body moved lightly, the vampire’s reflection absent.

Trailing her tongue across the wound, licking a few remaining dregs from the skin, Freyja gave a quiet, content sigh as she lifted the woman’s chin to force her to look into the mirror. Glazed, unfocused eyes stared into one another as she weakly writhed against the tall vampiress. “Fighting until the end… I have half a mind to keep you.”

She smirked, and placed her palm on the back of the woman’s head. With a sickening crunch, she twisted the woman’s head to the left, causing her body to jump in her grasp, a sharp ‘yelp’ leaving her covered lips as she went limp. Unsatisfied, Freyja gave another twist, this one to the right, earning another wet crunch, before she dropped the body, sending her falling into the floor like a sack of rubbish.

Using the toe of her expensive pump, she kicked the woman over onto her back, before she knelt down over the drained corpse. “Too bad for you, baby. It was only half a mind.”

She reached into the woman’s dress, fingers dipping into her bra to remove her driver’s license and a small stash of cash. At least then, it looked like a robbery gone wrong.

Taking the limp corpse by the wrists, she dragged the woman into a stall and dumped her body against a toilet. For the night, at least, she’d look like she’d passed out drunk. She would have to make sure the scene was convincing. An accident should prove easy to replicate.

Licking her lips, Freyja grinned into the mirror. The human hadn’t seen anything there, but she could see herself plain as day. She was stunning. She always was. She lifted her hands, running them through her curls and taking a slow breath before she winked to her reflection and turned, stepping back into the stall with the broken corpse.

She lowered herself to the floor, mindful of its proximity to the flesh of her knee as she avoided contact. She gripped the woman’s chin and lifted her head from the toilet seat, a grinding, crackling sound accompanied each movement as she turned the head gently one way then the other, her grin wide with satisfaction. She really did enjoy the kill. Almost too much.

Almost.

She dropped the woman’s head, letting her cheek meet the ceramic seat with a soft clap of flesh. She reached into the corpse’s discarded bag, and fished out her phone. She flipped it open, and swiftly slammed the cheap plastic against the floor. The screen cracked, and the frame snapped at the hinge, leaving it hanging loosely by the wires that connected the screen to the power supply.

She uncurled the woman’s fingers and pushed the broken phone into her palm. Her flesh was still warm, but so much cooler than she had been only moments ago. The blood loss would do that, she knew. She had to cover for that, too. She hadn’t thought about that.

She pulled the woman up by a handful of her hair, and examined her face. She really had been quite pretty. It made the Dane feel guilty, mortified even, for what she was about to do. Holding the woman’s head, she turned her ever so slightly, before she sent the body flying into the wall of the stall. Her skull impacted the round assistance bar of the handicap stall, her temple caving with a sick crunch.

Blood splashed over the rail and dripped down her ruined face. Freyja frowned. “I really am so sorry I had to do that...” She whispered gently to the corpse, a steady hand pushing the golden curls from her blank face. “It was for a good reason, at least.”

She stood and stepped away from the body to examine her work.

No one would notice the body until the next morning, and she was fed. She could relax, and enjoy the fuzzy tingling that slowly crept its way through her body as the tainted blood filled her veins.

It was going to be ******* fabulous night. She just needed to find her phone. She frowned again, and saw it lying in the floor beneath the woman’s leg. It had fallen in the shuffling of the body. Gingerly, she stepped over the small puddle of blood and lifted the dead weight of the leg to reach for her phone.

<Caligrace> Did I turn off the microwave?
Do you even turn off a microwave?
What if I didn’t?
Oh, god. I have my thesis due tomorrow morning.
Did I finish it?
Oh my god. Was that thunder?!
I should probably go home…


Crumbling the small white rabbit in her palm, Caligrace tipped her head back to inspect the abandoned warehouse. She could practically see the bass as it vibrated the bricks, sending bits of dust dancing in the single street light that illuminated the entryway. It hadn’t taken Elin long to piece together the puzzle, and it had taken her an even shorter amount to somehow talk her into joining her at the event. The White Rabbit had been the talk of the campus for days now. Somehow, some unknown club owner had managed to get every college students tongue wagging – even those that couldn’t piece together the complex puzzle that had been laid out for them. Personally, Caligrace thought it was very dangerous business venture. There was absolutely no guarantee that anyone would be invested enough in finding the clues laid about Harper Rock – not to mention that even if they did, who would want to travel in the middle of the night to an unknown location where absolutely anything could happen?


“Obviously, that would be you,” she muttered to herself as she stepped back, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She had already wore the sensitive skin down, and the pain that shot through her nerves caused her to cringe. Lifting her hand, she gingerly pressed her fingertips to scraped flesh as she stared once again at the door. The music inside was loud enough to be heard out on the streets – but yet, it hadn’t attracted any attention. It seemed as if either everyone was inside – or they were all keeping their distance. I should really go home. The thought entered her mind once again, and she quickly shook her head. She needed to stop this. She needed a night of normalcy. She had been hindered for days with the heavy burden of her classwork, and she knew that she had worried her best friend to the point of frustration. She could still hear the way the brunette had practically screamed at her for keeping herself locked away in their room for hours on end. She knew that the other had tried to understand, but she also knew that it was next to impossible for her to.
She wasn’t constantly haunted by the voices.


They were too loud, too constant as they put up invisible walls that lead to disappointment. She couldn’t climb over the obstacles that were thrown in her way. Her mind was a place where everything could – and would – go wrong. She was plagued by anxiety, and it made her life one hell of a ride. She had to constantly remain vigilant, because she knew the second she let her guard down – something bad would happen. It was another reason why she was trying to convince herself to go home. It was as if her mind and her heart were at war with each other. Her heart wanted her to live a normal life and her mind wanted to protect her from the world. Shaking her head, she pushed her hands through her loose curls in irritation and took a step back from the door. It was growing late, and yet the music was still pumping from the speakers as if it had absolutely no intention of stopping anytime soon. She knew she had to make a choice – she could either go inside or tell Elin that she had to pull another all-nighter.


“You’re going inside, Caligrace.” The determination in her voice was palpable, and she found herself straightening her shoulders. She needed to do this. She needed to overcome her mental illness, to be human. Just for one night. Before she could change her mind, the redhead gripped the rusty handle and twisted it, the door swinging open as if it was weightless. The noise within assaulted her at once, the neon flashing lights blinding her for a solid second before her vision adjusted. She almost turned and fled right then – but was halted by a beefy hand on her bicep. The muscled man practically yanked her off her feet as he pulled her and slammed the door shut behind her. He didn’t speak, and instead offered her a drunken grin before lumbering back off into the crowd. Well, that was ******* strange.


“--- On the house!”


Any thought she had on leaving was wiped clean the moment those three words were shouted from the bar.

[Caligrace]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

The crowd went psychotic, the chorus of shouts deafening as the patrons began to push their way to the counter to shout their orders at the three very haggard, yet still jubilant, tenders. “I do not pity you,” she muttered under her breath, before finding a small opening in the crowd to push her way through. Her five foot three frame made it easy for her to duck under arms and twist around drunken bodies, and soon she found her way at the only available spot at the counter. It was small, and she had to tuck her body in between a blonde with a rather large bosom and a man that couldn’t stop staring at the thin black strip of cloth that acted as a cover for them. Disgusting. Lifting her hand, she managed to catch the attention of the brunette tender and at once, the woman was in front of her with a shot glass in her hand. “You look like you could use this, sugar!”


Before Caligrace had a chance to say a word, the woman was gone, and the bubblegum pink drink rested tauntingly in front of her. Its color was almost tantalizing, and she quickly curled her fingers around the cool glass and drained it in one gulp. The flavor was as sweet as candy and almost instantly she felt the burn through her veins. It a matter of moments her vision had begun to blur, and she quickly pushed herself from the counter to stagger rather ungracefully to the bathroom. This was a bad idea. Such a bad idea. ****. Where’s Elin? She’s supposed to be here… The thoughts were hazy and muffled in her mind, and her eyes widened as she rounded the corner. What the ****? What she thought was to be a hallway turned into a funhouse maze. The walls were splashed in all colors of the rainbow and small, vibrantly colored rabbits bounced back and forth across the floor. Further down, she caught sight of something that glowed, and as it neared her – she stumbled back a step.


The horse – no, not horse – unicorn nearly ran over her as it galloped out into the crowd, leaving sparkles in its wake. No one else seemed to notice the strange, fantastic creature as it began to dance in circles in the middle of the floor.


Oh, god. I’m losing my mind. Is this heaven?


She had to gather her wits. This wasn’t possible – or plausible – and yet, the more she thought of it, the further she was convinced that she had walked into another dimension. Carefully making her way down the hall, she sidestepped any and all rabbits, the thought of hurting one of the creatures causing her stomach to twist. They seemed to follow her as she ran her fingers along the walls, smearing the paints together as she sought out the bathroom. She felt as if she had walked into a movie, the walls seeming to breathe with life as she finally found the door. It was unmarked, but that didn’t deter the woman as she practically fell into it. It swung open with a crash as it connected with the wall on the other side, and she had to shield her eyes against the fluorescent lighting. “Oh. Excuse me. I didn’t know it was in use.” At least, those were the words she meant to utter. Instead, her voice sounded like she had been casted in an animated film - cartoonish and incomprehensible.


It took her a moment to realize what she was seeing. It was almost as if her mind was torn in two different directions. One part was seeing nothing but bright colors and a rather brilliant woman with hair the color of the finest gold – and the other was seeing the horrific scene played out in front of her. The body was twisted and her face was cracked, blood oozing into a puddle beneath her as the woman with the sunlit hair stood above her, blood drying on her lips. She wasn’t sure which scene was real – and she tried to step back, only to trip over one of the rabbits. She should have known the furry, colorful creatures would have caused her problems. As her body went falling backwards, she reached out to grip the doorframe to straighten herself out, the world spinning off its axis as she tilted her head. “She’s bleeding rainbows,” she whispered, her eyes wide and wild as she stared at the blonde.


“Careful, there’s a rabbit on your head…” It was the last thing she managed to say before she went weightless, her body slumping against the doorframe as the earth opened beneath her feet to swallow her whole.


<Freyja> “ Hellige helvede, hvad fanden tror du, du laver?!”


Startled, the tall Danishwoman nearly leaped out of her skin at the crash of the door, dropping the corpse’s leg with a smack of flesh against the concrete floor, the body slumping into the floor as the vampiress turned with wide eyes to the sudden sound, the string of Danish curses flying from her lips in a rush before she caught sight of the woman standing in the door. Everything froze, and her entire world began to swim around her face.


“Nine…”


She felt like the air was knocked from her lungs. Her chest felt crushed. She gasped for air, and felt nothing. She was like a fish without water, fighting with everything to breathe as even the face began to blur through her tears.


“Nine… is that….”


Nine is dead, you ******* idiot.


She broke at the snap of the voice in her head and her eyes went wild. Tears flew from her face as she wheeled around on the redhead as she began to crumple to the floor. She was on her before her head hit the wall behind her, fists curling into her top and nearly ripping her from her clothes as she lifted her up and threw her into the sheet of drywall, the hallway filled with a fine dust as the wall crumbled to nothing behind the poor, unsuspecting human.


“You LEFT me!” She screamed the word and slammed her back into the wall again, a loud crack accompanying her skull’s impact with the stud in the wall, the scent of her blood filling the air, Freyja’s fangs pressing against the soft flesh of her tongue as her mouth watered involuntarily. “You left! You are dead! You don’t get to just… to just…”


She ripped the woman from the wall and threw her into the opposite side of the hallway, crushing another hole in the wall before she finally hoisted the limp girl and dragged her into the bathroom, the door drifting shut behind them.


She lifted her up, holding her over her head as she threw her into the counter, the mirror shattering as her heavy body impacted the glass, shards showering down over her as she crumpled to the ceramic counter. The woman was gone. Nothing was left of the elegant, poised businesswoman, and in her place was a monster. A wild, feral beast that saw nothing in front of her but the source of her pain.


“You aren’t going to leave me again, Nine. You can’t now!” she snapped, and took a fistful of red curls. She ripped her head from the counter and yanked it aside, exposing the soft, ivory flesh of her throat.


Without ceremony, the tall woman ripped into her victim’s throat, nearly severing her head from her shoulders with her monstrous ferocity. She was savage in her attack, blood splashing across her face, coating her dress and gushing across the counter and what shards still clung to the wall of the mirror.


Blood filled her mouth and splashed into the floor. She saw nothing but her goal.
“You’re never leaving me again…”


She ripped back, blood splashing across the room as she yanked her fangs from soft, pliable flesh. She turned her head and savagely bit into her wrist. Blood exploded across her tongue. Her own blood. It made her gag. She turned and spit into the floor as she jammed her wrist into the broken woman’s mouth.


Her body was twisted, her flesh pale and pallid. It had only been seconds, but she had savaged the woman to the brink of death. Her arm was twisted at a painful angle, severely broken. Her leg hung limply from the counter, the toe of her shoe just barely able to drag through the puddle of blood there in the floor. She lay on her stomach, her head falling limply to the counter with another plop of flesh against unforgiving surface.


“You won’t leave now. You can’t leave now.”
She repeated the mantra to herself again and again, backing herself to the stall as she brought her hands to her face. She was dead.


She isn’t Nine.


<Caligrace> She was stunned.
Not simply because of what she was witnessing, but also because she couldn’t seem to form a logical explanation. It was something that had never happened before. Of course, she had never had to operate under these circumstances. With her senses on the outs, she was struggling to even form a coherent sentence, nonetheless explain why the woman was twisted at a strange, impossible angle with the most beautiful colored blood pouring from her skull. Her drug addled brain refused to compute, leaving her utterly speechless as her knees cracked against the cemented floor. Her head heavily connected with the frame, and she lifted her gaze to the woman as she furrowed her brows. Even though she knew she should be doing something – anything – she couldn’t seem to move. It was the rabbit, she concluded, the beautiful, sparkling rabbit that was crawling around on the Goddess’s head.


She really is a thing of beauty. So majestic. Is that a tail?


Her eyes fell lazily to the woman’s *** as she spun on her, and sure enough, a tail the color of the sweetest cotton candy wrapped around her hips and flicked along with her agitation. She was screaming at her, and yet all the redhead could do was laugh. The words meant nothing to her – even if she hadn’t been drugged, she had never studied that language. No, it wasn’t the words that made her laugh, but the tone in which they were voiced. It was all wrong for someone that had broken the scales with their beauty. It was as if Minnie Mouse had crawled into the Goddess’s throat and taken hold of her vocal cords. The amusement had her forgetting her fear for a minute as she watched the woman advance on her. She knew she should be working on an explanation – after all, all the pieces were there. They should fit together to form the most perfect horror film, but she just couldn’t seem to jam that last jagged edge into place.


Did it really matter?
This wasn’t reality.

What little you know, dove…

Unable to process the concept that this was actually happening, she could do nothing more but laugh. It was a throaty, confused sound as she swayed where she sat, crumpled on the ground. The pool of rainbow was slowly moving towards her, and she reached out her fingers to dip them into the warmth, wondering if it tasted as delicious as it looked. As she brought them to her lips, intent to find the truth of her inquiry, she was suddenly airborne. Pain blossomed through her skull as she connected with the drywall, the plaster cracking beneath the force.


Actually, she wasn’t sure if the sound she heard was the wall – or her back. Before she had a chance to really process the situation, the woman morphed before her eyes. Gone was the beautiful blonde – in her place stood a grotesque monster. Her perfect pearly white teeth fell from her mouth as she shouted at her, leaving room for rows of sharp fangs to form. A scream became strangled in her throat, though it was soon silenced as the creature lunged for her a second time. Her fingers twisted into the black of her camisole, tearing the fabric as she lifted her heavily back to her feet, only to spin her and slam her into the wall again. It was with a force that caused her teeth to snap together, her brain seeming to shake in her skull as she gripped her with a bruising force. All she could do was stare and watch as the woman lose all composure. Even now, even with pain thrumming through her bones, she couldn’t escape the high. Even now, her mind was working against her, causing the already horrific events to seem that much more frightening, as if she were acting in the world’s best horror fest.


The blonde once again began to change. Her face contorted and twisted until the flawless features became wrinkled and stretched, flesh peeling from the bone as wild, red eyes became framed by straw-like strands of blonde. She continued to shout at her, the voice of the mouse turning into a savage growl as her fist connected with her stomach, knocking the air from her lungs. She felt bile raise in the back of her throat, and blood began to dribble from the corner of her bruised and white glossed lips. Do something! The words echoed through her mind, and for a brief moment, she found clarity – clarity that soon vanished the moment she tried to fight back. Lifting her hands, she tried to fend the onslaught of attacks off, but it was as if she was being pinned in place. When she managed to open her eyes, she saw the rabbit – his paws were wrapped around her wrists, and he was smiling at her with blood dripping from the carrot pinned between his teeth.


There was absolutely nothing she could do. She had no power to fend off the beast. She had known that the moment she had begun to transform in front of her. What have I done to deserve this? I should have stayed home. Oh, I hope my house isn’t on fire… Her mind began to fade, the pain cascading through her body like a wildfire, burning away the life and light of her soul. When her back slammed into the glass, shattering the bathroom mirror and causing shards of silver to rain upon them, she knew she was out of time. Blood choked the words that she would have said, silencing her from begging for mercy. It wouldn’t have mattered. Her mind was finally going to give her reprieve. However, there was one thought that had radiated louder than the rest – one that she wanted to ask, even as the darkness descended on her.


Who the **** was Nine?

You’ll find out soon, dove. Just hold on. It’ll all make sense…