Victoria King's Story

Victoria King She held onto the back of Darius's wrist in a vice-like grip. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Under any circumstances, she would be afraid she was going to drain the man, but she had switched off, and could not only focus on the blood that she was drinking. She did not notice the chaos in the bar, only the blood. She felt it running down the back of her throat, and every instinct in her was to gag, to throw it up. She gripped onto the back of his wrist a bit harder, and convulsed a bit, making a gagging sound against the skin of his arm.

Victoria King She coughed, rolling over onto her side and gagging. She rested her forehead on the ground, and kept convulsing for a few moments. She spit the skin out of her blood, and kept coughing, as if she had just been pulled out of a pool of water, unable to breathe. She closed her eyes at the waves of nausea that were sweeping over her. It was a fae's instinct to stay the hell away from vampire blood, and she guessed this is what happened. She opened her mouth to say something, thank him, something, but could only hold up her finger as she fought back the urge to throw up every drop he had given her. Instead, she reached out her hands and beckoned for him to bring his head closer. She grasped onto the sides of his neck, and pressed her forehead to his.

Victoria King Even though the images repulsed her, they were happy ones from him, and that was good enough. She felt the memories enter her mind, enter her energy, and immediately sighed in relief. The nausea went away, and she sat back. They both had blood all over their skin, and her dress was torn on the side from when she fell.

"You are sick!" was the first thing out of her mouth, rather humorously, "Your happy memories are people dying? Dear God," she shivered from head to toe, and stared at him for a moment before her face broke out into a smile and she started laughing.

Victoria King She continued laughing for a few moments before pulling herself to her feet. The air around her smelled like flowers and rain, and she closed her eyes and breathed in a couple times. "I feel magnificent," she said and kept her eyes closed. She reached down with her hand to help Darius to his feet. Her skin seemed to glow.

Everything, of course, was heightened. She had expected that. She could hear the whispers of the other patrons, the birds outside in the night air. She moved her head from side to side as she heard a fly land on the bar counter before turning back to look at Darius.

Victoria King Victoria tilted her head back, and she could hear the sounds of the forest. She could hear the blood in the veins of the people in the room. She took a deep breath in, and could feel the particles entering her mouth and infiltrating her lungs. She let out a quiet sound, and felt herself being lifted into the air. But of course, she wasn't being lifted. There were no tree branches coming out of the walls and lifting her up into the air. "Come with me," she said and held her hand out to Darius. "I have my wings." she laughed. "I finally have my wings!" Of course, nothing was actually happening...

Victoria King "Where are we going?" she asked, as he led her over to the bar. She curled up on the barstool, her legs up on her chest, and continued to look around.

"Darius," she said and reached out for his hand, but only pawed at his side. She didn't consider how funny she looked, nor did she care. She let out a series of giggles as she watched the fireflies flying in front of her, and reached out to touch them. The entire of the bar had turned into a deep, dark wood, and she tried to climb out of the stool, which she imagined was a grand tree-throne, to get down onto the forest ground.

Victoria King Wonder quickly turned to anger, and she frowned at him. "Why won't you let me get down?" she asked, and reeled a little bit as a strong "wind" pushed her hair and almost made her fall off the stool. The colors in the room were all overlapping, and she could feel herself spinning, again even though she wasn't. She could feel herself coming down from her high just a little bit, and she blinked rapidly.

Victoria King She did not know how many days it had been since she last stepped into the bar. She had again been driven out into the forest and neighboring towns for God knew how many days. Although she looked tired, Victoria was not nearly as defeated looking as she was last time she had come in. The blood she had taken from Darius still made her shiver a little bit to think about it. What a trip that was. She smiled a little bit when she remembered the dreams she had been having, her cheeks flushing a bright red before she shook her head, long straight hair falling down and over her shoulders before she sat down at the bar and ordered tequila, limes, and salt.

Today, the faerie smelled like a dark, damp forest. The air around her gave a little breeze that carried the smell of rosemary and moss, and her mood was calm, and soft. Her very presence would cause the other inhabitants of the bar to feel a bit better, a few of their troubles lifted off their shoulders. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, and made a quick glance around the room after her drink was placed in front of her, wondering if Darius could be in the room. When she saw that he was not, she shrugged her shoulders, and leaned her back against the bar. The weather had gotten hotter, or so she felt, and so due to that she was wearing a short, down to her mid-thigh flowing dark floral dress. Her bandana had been replaced by a leather strap that went around her head, and flattened her ears to her head, hiding the pointed tips with her hair. Her almond shaped green eyes continued to sweep from wall to wall of the bar curiously.

Victoria King Her bangs were obstructing her view of the vampire, but she knew it was him when he came in the door. She took a sip from her tequila, again reminding herself about how lightweight faeries could be. She flipped her hair over her shoulder when she felt him beside her, a tight feeling developing in her stomach. She took another sip from her drink before meeting his eyes over the rim of her glass.

"Hi," she said just as softly before setting the glass down on the wood beside her. "Long time no see," she breathed a laugh.

Victoria King "Sounds exciting." she said sarcastically and smirked, "I didn't go very far," she shrugged her shoulders and adjusted the low neckline of her dress casually. Although she was not as strong as a vampire, vamps would still have a problem forcing her into anything, because of her strength. She playfully kept her hand tight around the glass, causing a little tug of war game between the two of them. She gave him a playful smile before letting it go, finally, and letting out a soft laugh at the face he made. "It's tequila," she said. "Aw, what's wrong?" she teased, and leaned closer, "Is it ucky?"

Victoria King She flashed her straight, white teeth at him in a smile when he poked her nose, sending another strangely pleasant but rather uncomfortable twist through her stomach. Playfully, she hissed at him, baring her teeth at him. In that moment, she looked less human than Darius had ever seen her. Her features were more prominent, and her eyes glowed a little bit. When she moved her lips back to how they had been, she went back to looking how she was before.

"Tell me about your trip first," she said, genuinely interested before turning in her seat to face him. She picked up her tequila and sprinkled salt onto the nook between her thumb and pointer finger before taking a quick shot, quickly after sucking the salt off of her skin.

Victoria King She laughed on the inside, her silent laughter making her chest rise and fall rapidly as she tried not to laugh out loud. His reaction at her revealing her rawest faerie form was rather entertaining. When he got his drink, she mirrored him and took the glass out of his hand. She looked at it closely, raised it to her nose, before taking a little sip. She made a face, it was too warm, before handing it back to him. To wash the taste from her mouth, she picked up her drink and took another sip before nodding, impressed. "You get around," she said, and twisted one of her bunches of hair in her shoulder. "How was the cuisine?" she teased, "You seem to be the kind of guy who has the women waiting in his hotel room when he comes back for the day." she slipped off the chair and leaned close to him, resting one hand on her forehead, the other on her side. "Oh Darius, big strong vampire, suck my blood!" she said in a voice not at all like her own, before laughing, shaking her head, and pulling herself back onto the stool that she had been sitting in before.

Victoria King Again, she laughed as he shook all over. "Oh come on, Darius," she said, and took another sip of her drink, again sucking on her hand. "If I have to deal with dreams about you while on the hunt, you can handle a little teasing." she lifted one eyebrow to him, and gave a seductive smile, teasing him again. Victoria laughed, and tapped her fingers on the wood, her eyes wandering again up and down him. She knew it was probably true that he was only hanging around her because he wanted her blood, and she if that was the case she was only hanging around him because she was curious, and loved trouble. She fiddled her fingers around the ring around her middle finger.

Victoria King "Yes I was having the dreams," she said, almost sounding irritated, "You knew I would have them." her tone was not accusing, but not soft either. "And to be honest?" she said, "I was a little busy running for my life to remember if they were more vivid when you were gone or not." Victoria gave him a little smile before she shifted her leg a little bit, little bumps covering her leg around where his hand was.

"Well, it's an experience I haven't... experienced yet," she said, as if it was obvious, "Don't you wonder what it's like ... oh wait." she laughed at her own stupidity.

Victoria King "I can handle myself just fine thank you," she said, and gave a little glare. But that was not true, at the moment. She was not handling herself just fine. She couldn't get her mind off the hand on her leg. Stupid fae, wearing short skirts. Next time, she'd just have to-- just have to what again? Oh right, she'd just have to bake in her long dresses, comfort be damned... not that this wasn't comfortable. She made a small noise, almost like a pout, her leg still shifting just a little bit under his hand, and her shoulders trembling every now and again. She took another shot of tequila, reaching her danger point, being so lightweight, but she didn't care.

"But you know what I mean," she forced out, to make it look like she was reacting just normally to his teasing. She'd get him back, anyways. "After we're not here anymore. What happens to us? It's fascinating."

Victoria King She shrugged her shoulders, crossing one of her legs under the other, trapping his hand under her top leg playfully. "What do you say?" she asked, tapping one of her high heeled wedge shoes on the bar in a quiet, steady rhythm while she waited for him to speak. Her head was hungry, though, and while she listened to him, she cast her eyes around them, trying to find someone to feed off of. It seemed silly to ask him, again. At the rate she kept asking him, he wouldn't have any good memories left.

Victoria King She jumped about ten feet when he tickled her, and she nearly fell out of her seat. Promptly delivering a slap to his hand, she uncrossed her legs and laughed under her breath. "And who do you believe that divine entity to be?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

At that moment, as Darius was responding to her, her gaze and direction of her attention snapped to the door. Just outside of it. She could sense the two by the street, but there was someone else... her eyes flashed in anger. A hunter.

Victoria King "I'll be right back," she said, and stood up off the stool. Her heels made her seem much taller than she was, and gave her stature a much more womanly stance. With a narrow of her eyes, she crossed the bar and made her way outside. Outside of the door, there was a man standing, separate from the woman with wings and the man. She only cast them a glance as she made her way toward the man standing by the corner. She growled a little bit when she saw the charmed dagger on his belt. The dagger was the only known thing that could kill a fae. He was a hunter, obviously, and she could smell her own blood on him. She cleared her throat. She could take this one. The alcohol in her system made her a bit braver, and she walked toward him.

"Excuse me, sir," she said and stood with her tanned legs positioned so that he could see them. She made her way over to the stranger, who looked at her with a sense of curiosity and lust. She reached out and touched his shoulder. "I was wondering if you would like to buy me a drink in the bar over there." she flashed him a smile and walked toward him until her body was pressed close to his. Her scent enveloped him, and within a moment, the hunter was in her control. He smiled and nodded, and she laughed before grabbing him on the back of the shirt roughly and pushing him into the bar, shoving him until he ran into the bar itself hard next to Darius.

"Brought dinner, if you care for some," she said and narrowed her eyes at the hunter.

Victoria King Victoria scowled when Darius kicked the man across the bar and walked over to drag him by the back of his shirt back over to the bar before throwing him into the wooden counter. She whirred him around and pressed her forehead to his, one hand on either side of his head. The man tried to kick her twice, but she kneed him in the thigh and made him hold still. It was here that Victoria could be seen in her rawest form, sucking the memories and happy feelings from his brain until she was full. The last memory that was sucked into her mind was that of his knife, the one on his belt sinking into her sister's flesh. She knew she recognized this man. But there was another memory... one of the same knife being sunk deep into what looked like her leg... what?

But it wasn't a memory. As she let go of the man, he was digging the Fae Killer knife deep into her leg. She dropped him, watching as he slumped to the floor, and let out a little cry. She pulled the knife out of her leg, watching as her shining silver blood ran down her leg before turning back to the man, her face twisted in rage. In one swoop, she lifted the man's head up by his hair and slid the knife across his throat.

Victoria King Victoria angrily kicked the body away from her, and watched as it disappeared under the bar. She'd take care of that later. She watched as his blood dripped over her stab-wound, and smiled a little bit.

"I guess I should have taken that first." she said and shrugged her shoulders before taking the knife and setting it down on the counter, right next to her glass of tequila. The red blood from the knife reflected through the clear liquid and she scowled as she took a quick sip. "But no matter, he's dead now." Victoria, again, began sucking salt off her hand as if nothing had happened.