Thread: Latch On Because Love's a Killer – Raivh and Rie Seraphina

Ah Here she was again standing at the entrance of the club her brother had claimed she'd been visiting 'a little too damn frequently' . Lucia didn't have any plans to stop by that evening, truly, but the fact that her little goldfish an endearing term she called humans ended up tasting like absolute crap left her with no other choice. She could still feel his trembling hands grabbing ahold of her ankles, tears running down his face as he pleaded with her to let him go. She could still see the terror and anguish in his eyes as he realized she wasnt going to budge, and how during his final moments, he'd screamed that she was a murderous monster that he was going to fucking slaughter and kill. It was honestly a little amusing, in Lucias opinion, that such anger-filled words could come out of the mouth of someone who'd just whispered sweet, loving things in her ear someone who'd touched her in ways that screamed I need you rather than I want to kill you . It was always a fascinating yet disappointing sight to witness someone transforming into an entirely different person due to fear and how the sight of death could genuinely make a person take off their carefully crafted mask of pretense. Her brother once stated that he believed she was strangely obsessed in wanting to see how people were like in life-threatening situations whatever that meant , and how she possibly inherited their fathers sadistic nature. It was a sentiment she honestly pondered on for a bit but ultimately, she came to a conclusion that that wasn't it at all. She was simply fascinated with how everyone be it a human being or the undead valued their lives so much how they would immediately drop the many impressive personas they painstakingly crafted for years just so they could earnestly beg for their lives . Hoping you would take pity on them. That was something Lucia could never personally relate to as fear wasn't something she felt. She didn't fear death for she had nothing to live for Not to mention, she was technically dead already , and she wasnt afraid of losing anyone as she had no one she truly loved to begin with. Life was purely just another fun game of Russian roulette to her where it was a matter of pulling the trigger again and again and again until it was finally her turn to go. As she leisurely made her way through the crowded club, she could feel the ogling stares of men who couldn't keep their eyes off her body, and the envious looks of women who could only wish to have her beauty. She decided to go with a rose-gold bodycon dress that evening one that showed off her lean but curvaceous figure. Her long black hair was neatly combed in place, while her lips were painted wine red a stark contrast to her extremely fair skin. There was no denying that it felt wonderful knowing there was an infinite amount of goldfishes vying for her attention but... Tonight, she wanted to find someone genuine someone who didn't have any of those intricate masks she needed to strip away. She longed for a prey who would put up a good fight, one that was as real and fearsome as she was. In the process of observing her surroundings, Lucia felt her attention being drawn to a particular individual a man who happened to be seated at the bar. There was something about his presence that pulled her in, striking an odd sense of curiosity and excitement within her. It was an inkling that told her she'd found the perfect goldfish for the night. Thus, she naturally found herself sauntering towards the bar, walking right past him and taking a sit at the opposite far end. Good to see ya again, miss. The bartender greeted. What will it be tonight? Hmm, how about It was then that she turned to look at the man, an enigmatic smile crossing her lips as her hazel eyes met his green ones. An air of intimacy lingered over their gaze for a second, before Lucia casually turned away. ... Brandy? I have an undying need for something strong yet sweet tonight. You got it. As the bartender left, she would occasionally glance at the man invitingly, paying absolutely no mind to the clingy lady next to him. If there was something she truly enjoyed doing, it was playing coy with her targets.