I Wanna Do Bad Things With You [IC]

Dusk was still early for full darkness, and yet the building already stirred with life. Lucretia had long emerged from the basement to give activity to the dark estate, lighting the lamps with slow precision. Each night and day melted into one another, a painful existence with no apparent end. The only solace, it seemed, would be to walk into daylight, ending that eternal suffering. Yet, Lucy lived on, if not for herself, then it was for her "family", they've all grown increasingly fond of each other over the decades, though there are times when they do clash. A few years ago, Lucy had met a young man by sheer accident, and the moment they locked eyes, each painful memory of her youngest son flooded her vision. She'd watched her baby grow up and grow old and this young man was the epitome of her child. A child she had never experienced, for he was only eight months old when the woman was forced to leave her life. She had to have this young man for herself, to have her son again, eternally. And so she did, and he went willingly for his life already had an expiration date. The past six years had been easier for Lucy with Dominic around, and although Sally had once brought life to their home, Dominic had that special role in Lucy's life.

So there she was, awake early, when the sun had just disappeared beneath the horizon, but it was still fairly light outside. After lighting a few lamps in the hallway, Lucy stepped out into the shadowed back patio, it was facing south, so the purple-red hue, the remnants of sunlight, lingered in the distance, teasing the nocturnal creatures with something they could never experience again. Lucy always felt nostalgic at this time of night, remembering the sight of sun was a foggy memory, but as years passed, she began to expect this feeling, much like a routine. Just as her "family" would begin to rise from the basement, where they slumbered in safe darkness during the day, Lucy would be heading out to catch her dinner.

It wasn't everyday that the woman would eat, instead stretching on her hunger for as long as she could; three, maybe four days. Tonight was the third night, and Lucy had grown increasingly weak over time what with restricting herself the elixir of life. There was no clear motive on why she did what she did, be it love for mortals, or even the need to harden herself against the demands of her hunger, no way to truly pin point her thoughts and desires. Lucy had gotten herself into casual skinny jeans, donned some high-heeled leather boots, a simple black blouse and a cropped leather jacket to finish off the look. Her long black hair in untamed curls drowned her shoulders, framing her pale face. Those green eyes that looked on from beneath thick lashes were intense and yet empty. Whoever was the first to meet her upstairs would only be given a curt nod and Lucy would disappear out the door, getting into her simple black car. The drive to the city wasn't too long, she'd spend the time blasting classical music through her speakers as she drove. It was one of the only luxuries of the modern world that she enjoyed.

Public parking wasn't one of it, but once she did find a spot, she'd rather take a stride through the city to physically find her suitable dinner. Although Lucretia certainly wasn't a city person, respectively, she did enjoy the variety she was allowed with the crowd. It was easier to feed, and easier to catch, and even easier to choose. Taking long strides along the sidewalk, she'd blend into the crowd of pedestrians, much like she did every time she fed. That playful smile, that gaze that stops even the stoniest men in their tracks, those were all tools for survival, truly. But before Lucy could find her dinner, much less begin searching even, she was halted in her tracks so sharply, the person walking behind her almost slammed into her, swiveling out of the way. The brunette inhaled sharply, closing her eyes then opened them to gaze upward into the vast expanse of the sky, she stood like a statue in the middle of pedestrian traffic. What made her stop? A familiar sense, a connection so deep, it drew Lucy almost inevitably.

Eventually, she began walking, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until she broke into a run, following the pull. Adrian, she thought, it had to be him, she was so sure he was here, and she had to find him. Fueled by hate and revenge, Lucy breezed along the sidewalks, brushing past people, across the streets, missing cars as they honked in response. And then she stopped sharply, in front of an entrance to a pub. Glancing up at the title of the pub, she couldn't comprehend anything besides the need to bring this man to his death. She entered with care, brushing past people, yet she wasn't quite there, all sounds muted. Once she was in, her eyes narrowed onto a man, who's back was facing her, bent over a bar counter. It was him, she knew it, she felt it. With a determined stride, Lucy crossed the bar area, pushed past people, grabbed his shoulder and jerked it, "Adrian!" She barked.

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