Snippet #2374274

Angiluzza

Angel found herself hardly listening to a thing anyone said as she flitted around between the kitchen, the foyer, and the living room with cleaning supplies. She was but a blur as she ran out to the garage and returned with tarp, wrapping up the bodies. She tuned herself in at the mention of turning Adonis. This, however, caused her to bring herself to a halt next to Alessa. Sucking air in through her teeth, she closed her eyes. “Alessa...I have to agree with him. Adonis needs more training. And a serious attitude check.” She cut her eyes towards the human that was trying to keep from vomiting on their front steps again. “He isn't ready.” Though, unlike her Maker, she did make it somewhat clear that she wasn't completely opposed to Adonis turning. Eventually. “And...Maybe while he's still human, you could attempt to feed on him with self-control. Until then...We really should just look for some Vampires with experience. Useful people.”

Angel now saw no real reason that Adonis should be kept around. Alessa wouldn't feed from him, Nicholas had Eva, and Angel would rather die that so much as lick a paper cut on his finger. Her sense of logic drew her to the conclusion that if Alessa would not feed from him, he was of no use to anyone. Angel and Nicholas didn't want him turned and Alessa didn't want to feed from him. He was just sitting around the house doing nothing but being pampered. Angel was not going to let him get comfortable in a position where he used everyone as personal guards and handmaids. The idea of being taken care of for the rest of your life without giving anything in return was indeed an enticing offer to any human. No doubt he knew this to be true and would capitalize on it.

She gave a shrug and went back to cleaning. The makeshift body bags were taken outside, though she set Jasper, Annie, and Isaac down more gently. The others were more so thrown out into the yard, the heads rolling out of them and onto the grass. She was going to burn those. She moved back inside and set to scrubbing the floors and walls, though she much preferred to just burn the place down. Once more, she tuned out everyone. She was hard at work trying to stop thinking about the fight. About the death. She wanted to leave and go far away from this house and never look back at it.

As she came to the spot where Jasper's lifeless body once lay, she paused. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. He was such a healthy eater. Absolutely delectable. Good for talking sometimes, even if he was apprehensive of her feeding. Such a waste of good blood. She licked her lips some before shaking her head and scrubbing away the blood. She would not lap his blood from the floor like a starving dog, delicious as he was. She had already fed, anyways. Not quite as delicious, but it did provide something that she rarely ever got, so she was happy enough if not a bit on edge from it.

The cleaning was complete in only a matter of minutes, leaving her more exhausted than before. She threw away all of the cleaning supplies and threw the bag outside near the still silent Adonis. “Bury them.”, she nodded to the bag she had tossed near him. “Burn the Fallen...” She didn't much feel like talking to anyone right now. She didn't feel like burying the bodies or even playing her piano. What she did feel like was sitting in shallow water and clearing her head. She was so frazzled and lost right about now that she thought her head would simply explode from everything spinning around inside it. She gave her Coven Leader a curt nod and was gone. Back through the forest and all the way down to the lake. She could sit here until sunrise.

She peeled off her bloody shoes and dress, tossing them to the ground as she slowly walked into the water. She didn't go farther than when it hit her waist, letting the soft current splash its freezing waters against her own chilled flesh. She didn't breathe, she didn't move, and she didn't even think as she simply stood there like a bloodied statue under the moonlight.

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Adonis

Adonis swallowed hard at the conversation going on behind him. As they talked as though he weren't sitting right there. He could feel his heart thump just a little bit faster and a little bit harder as Alessa suggested turning him. But the idea was shot down by Derek and Angel – Of course. His jaw tightened and he found himself sucking on his tongue to keep from shouting. They didn't think that he was good enough? He frowned some as he felt the breeze of Angel zipping by to throw out dead bodies, trying not to vomit as he watched their heads roll out of the tarps.

When she paused to give her input, Angel practically called him useless! He really couldn't deny that...If they could find some new Vampires to join them, he only prayed that one of them would find him to be tasty. There was no way that Derek and Angel would let him mooch.

He was silent as she tossed out a trash bag near him, ordering him to dispose of them and burn the bodies. And then she was gone. He didn't move at all. After a couple of minutes, he began to stir before coming to a wobbly standing position. He cleared his throat some before removing his shirt – It had puke on it. He tossed it to the side and picked up the garbage bag that was filled with bloody rags, paper towels, cleaning chemicals, and brillo pads and headed out into the yard.

“I need a shovel.” He was going to dig a fire pit and just burn everything and bury the ashes. Mumbling to himself in Portuguese, he trudged his way to the garage on the side of the house where he came back with a shovel and gasoline. Gulping, he began to dig, trying his best not to vomit again.

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Kristof

Kristof could not suppress letting his fangs slide out nor the growl of arousal rumbling in his throat as he held Dmitri still to watch the sight before them. He watched as Kelsey discovered her own fangs and soon drove them into Kaleigh's flesh as she was ordered. She was obedient – That would be good for her survival here. But his attention was soon diverted back to Helena who was wearing Kaleigh's blood as though it were lipstick, causing his lips to curl into a smirk. He waited for her to finish addressing the poor, tortured little boy in his chair before he answered her question to him.

His answer was not in words, but in action. His arm was around her waist once more as he pressed against her, bathing himself in the blood that was covering her body. Her scent mingling with that of the women they killed was driving him wild. Mostly because the other women smelled of death and his beloved was the one that delivered it unto them. She was his perfect Angel of Death.

He was ready to ravage her body again and again. He growled lowly against her throat, his free hand traveling to her wrist as he pulled her hand to his mouth, greedily lick and sucking the blood from her slender digits before forcing his lips against hers and drinking from the blood she had so graciously placed upon them. He could hear Dmitri's sobs coming from behind him as the boy writhed against his chains watching and listening as Kelsey bit deeply into Kaleigh's tender flesh. He listened to Helena's progeny moan and slurp as she slowly drained the human girl of her sweet essence.

He was surrounded by death and torture and he loved it. He loved the way it made Helena simply seem to glow with absolute joy and he fed from the energy himself as he found his mouth traveling over every inch of her cool, ivory flesh. His senses went wild as his tongue touched upon her most sensitive areas, lapping up the blood like a starving dog, though he was more after her body than the blood as he hoisted her up around his waist. “You. Are the most cold hearted bitch that I know.”, he chuckled in Italian, snapping almost playfully at her lips, coming just shy of biting them as he growled. “But you know well enough what happens when you tease me.” He hissed at her. It was a threat, but one of sexual nature rather than of harm. He knew better than that and could never imagine he would even want to harm her.

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Lucan

Lucan was observant of Scarlett's every move; The way that her head lifted immediately in response to his voice, the way her eyes watched him, even her usual little smirk. He moved towards her, running the backs of his curled fingers gently down her cheek as he took a moment to simply reminisce about the day that he had brought her back. He hadn't quite meant to torture poor Oliver that way. But shit happens and she was so willing. How could he not save such a beautiful creature from such a broken life? She was so willing to come and she promised to be good – He just couldn't say no.

The lightest of smirks danced across his lips as she mentioned Roxanne – Oh, his dear Roxie. He was worried about her absence, but she was a big girl and she could handle herself. Right now, he was feeling the need to gorge his hungers. Mostly his sexual craving – His earlier partner didn't last quite that long, but that may have something to do with the fact that he had killed her five minutes in, but really. What did it matter? “Sadly, no. But you don't seem quite so heartbroken over it.” The Irishman gave a light chuckle as he took a few steps closer, almost towering over her as he cupped her face and watched her feign dismay.

“Aye. Quite serious, indeed.” A light smile flitted over his lips as he watched her, both pausing to listen to the piano upstairs. Oliver. He lifted a brow, wondering whether she would accept or not, though a large part of him seemed to already know she would. Her abrupt question brought forth a bit of soft laughter from him. “You know how our dear Leader feels about a dirty home. And we wouldn't want to make her angry, now would we?” His voice was teasing, but he was as serious as the plague. Kristof was home and apparently brought her treats, so she was most definitely in a good mood. There was no need nor want to dampen that mood even the slightest bit.

“Tell you what – I'll clean it. You go upstairs, find something sexy to wear, and be in my room before I'm done.” Lucan liked to negotiate. He tended to always get the better end of the deal, though this was quite he win-win situation for both parties involved. He was purposefully ignoring the sounds from the basement, though he made a mental note to later check on Dmitri. The kid was good company when he wasn't brooding. Offered intelligent conversation, too. Lucan was no stranger to offering the veteran slave a fine dinner every now and then.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against Scarlett's gently. “And please do hurry.” While he was cleaning up the rubble he might as well get out some steaks for his wolf pups as well.

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OOC: Dmitri's is coming up soon!

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