the taste of rum flavored kisses || open!

[DINAH AVIELLA CAINE]

Sometimes when you’re by yourself doing nothing but sitting there in the quiet alone with only your thoughts to keep you company, you sometimes might find yourself thinking: what the fuck am I doing? Is this it? Is this all my life is? Is this all my life is going to be? And those thoughts seem to scare you because you want more. Oh, do you want more. You want something that can make you forget about the past and genuinely look forward to the future. You want to have something you can hold onto. Live for. And you realize that that is secretly what you long for the most.
Purpose.

Dinah was walking the streets of San Diego by herself with a bottle of rum in one hand, a cigarette in the other and a small smile pulling up the corners of her lips. Such thoughts didn’t cross her mind right now because she wasn’t completely alone, oh no, her good ol’ bottle of rum was keeping her company and along with the blood high she was on? She was walking in the clouds.
But perhaps if she wasn’t so intoxicated the thoughts would creep up on her, maybe her mind would start thinking deeply into her life, what has been, what is and what is yet to come. Then she’d panic. The world had broken her long ago but she managed to keep living, day by day, as if every day were her last and not thinking about the past or the future. To her, life was a game, the world was her playground and she was going to have some fucking fun even if it killed her.
That’s what kept her living and stopped her from shattering into a thousand pieces. Not thinking too deeply, not feeling too wholly and not remembering anything about the shit that had happened in the past that she can't change.
Just living.

The young vampire raised her cigarette to her lips, taking a long drag of the smoke into her lungs and holding it there for a moment before she released it out into the air in a plume of white smoke. Then, she took a long swig of her rum and let the sweet spices of vanilla and cinnamon tickle her taste buds. Catching her reflection in a parked car, she looked at the girl that looked back at her with something that was a mix between disgust and amusement.
“God, you’re such a fucking mess" Dinah spoke aloud to herself, looking away and walking on by as she took once another drag of her cigarette and flopped down to sit on the curb of the road. As she stubbed the cigarette out on the cold concrete, she exhaled the smoke from her lips for the final time for tonight and a bout of uncontrollable laughter escaped her lips with it.
What was worse than a hot mess?
An immortal, volatile, blood-drinking parasite of a hot mess.
Dinah laughed a little harder, putting her bottle of rum to the side. Parasite. She kind of was one, wasn't she? A good for nothing leech. Take, take, taking from the world and never giving anything back.
Well, at least she owned it.

Still laughing, she laid backwards onto the ground. Not caring she was half on the road and half on the pavement where drunken humans emerging from clubs and bars were likely to walk. She didn't give a shit what people thought of her and it was none of their fucking business where she laid anyway.
As long as they mind their step, no one would get hurt.
Maybe.

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✜Tagged: open!
✜Words: 607
✜Notes: first post on here and...idek.
✜Song Credit: Kill Me – The Pretty Reckless
Coding by Doc~

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[GREYSON CHARLES CYPRIEN]

YOU NEED A SHOTGUN BLAST
A KICK IN THE ASS
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no days were wasted when you lived an immortal life. if the events of one particular day turned out poorly, the entire thing could be erased and relived the proceeding day. such was one of the perks of possessing an eternal life. there was never a rush to see the world or complete the tasks of life. instead, leisure was something that could be allowed to a great extent. the opportunities were endless and a minute as never wasted. thus, greyson really never saw it as fitting to have a set agenda. he did as he pleased, waking up each day and figure out the course of events as he went along. what was the point in restricting himself when he had an eternity to do the things he wanted to do? well, there was none.

it was with this philosophy, or perhaps a lack of one, that greyson found himself in the back of lucien colevra’s club. it was typically reserved for vampires and those who fed off the energy of mortals, not flesh, but he couldn’t help himself. hunting some lowlife to satisfy his hunger seemed like too much of a chore for the lazy lycan tonight, so instead, he would improvise. even if it meant only body contact and heavy petting, he’d settle for the teasing. the club did not discriminate by species but he could feel all eyes upon him as she selected a station, looking over the foxy brunette who waited to serve him. he doubted the beautiful mortal knew what he was, but that was of no importance to him. sometimes their insolence was quite annoying, really. still, he would use her for his own basic needs and leave her….as he did with most women. after all, wasn’t that what this club was for? to protect both parties involved and leave no strings attached? well, something like that anyway.

it had taken only moments for greyson’s hands to find the woman’s body, letting his lips and fingertips equally explore her. as all the “bleeders” here, she was willing and offered whatever she could for him. if only she knew what he really wanted….it wasn’t her blood. she brushed her hair back, leaning in to him as she offered her bare neck to him. ahh yes, she assumed he was a vampire. he let his lips trail down her skin, nipping softly at the nape of her neck. it wasn’t the part of the body he would have normally started at but she was already offering herself to him, and he wasn’t one to refuse. he could feel the hunger snapping at him but didn’t hold back, letting his wolf-like canines extend from his palette and sink into her flesh. it wasn’t the blood that excited him, but rather the warm sensation of her skin on his teeth. it caused him to bit down harder without any give, oblivious to the world around him. a flash of his eye color – from blue to a canine yellow – and the tightening of his clothes warned him that he was on the edge of a transformation but that hadn’t led him to cease his actions. ”stop…..stop….you’re hurting me!” the woman writhed from beneath grey, attempting to break free of his grasp. but even in her attempts to halt him, he only began to further lose control.

before greyson realized what had happened, he found himself thrown out on the street, being threatened by the bouncer of the club. his lack of feeding as of late had led him to lose control, almost meaning another casualty of the mortal world. what the hell was wrong with him? he straightened himself out, noting the buttons that had popped off his shirt in his struggle to remain in his mortal appearance. great, nothing like ruining a perfectly good shirt….again. well, at least he was used to it. since he had learned to control his transformations outside of a full moon, greyson typically undressed before he had a chance to destroy his clothing…but there were accidents like tonight.

with a heavy sigh, he pressed a cigarette to his lips and lit the toxic stick with his zippo, before depositing it back in his pocket. he took a deep hit, letting the nicotine sting the back of his throat before he began walking down the street. it was dark now, late in the eve, and he was sure it would be easy to find some sleazeball to make a meal out of. you see, as much of an ass as he tended to be, grey did actually try to sustain himself off those who didn’t deserve to live. murders, thieves, cheaters…those typtes.

as he pressed on further, grey thought himself lucky for catching sight of the woman’s body in the street. it wasn’t the most pleasant of situations for him, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he fed off a dead body. hey, it was better than killing someone. drug over doses, murders, heart-attacks….he’d cleaned up after just about anything imaginable. a lycan with a bit of a conscious, imagine that. he neared, feeling his hunger take hold of his body once more. but as he drew closer to the woman, a familiar scent filled his nasal cavities. she was a vampire, yes, but not only that…he knew here. rather, he had fornicated with her. it wasn’t something he had been proud of, betraying his kind by means of such acts, but she was a pretty little thing. ”and to think, here you are on the street when i couldn’t even get you in the mood on my kitchen table.” grey smirked to himself as he stood over dinah, clearly glancing over her body. yep, still smoking. ”but seriously, what the hell are you doing?” even he knew better than to draw attention to himself in these times of war. hell, he shouldn’t even have been speaking with her.

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tagged - - - dinah.
notes - - - blah, next one should be better.
lyrics - - - sound of madness ,, shinedown.
word count - - - 988.

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