⤐ nightclub.

@❛ baba fumika Seulgi scoffs and moves away and sat up from the bed, "Are you trying to hit on me just because we're in a hotel?" She asked as she looked at the other. "You're a lycan, I get it. You're hitting on me because you're still drunk."

@❛ seulgi kang Her eyes pry apart before turning to the woman, and she found herself chewing at her inner cheek. She couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol still throbbing, warmth washing over her whole body. But all she wanted to relish in whatever emotion she was feeling at the moment. “Well, I’m trying to sleep. Unless if you want me to join you under the covers?” A tiny laugh rises from her lips, gaze casting up and down to study her. “Just a fair warning, I can get a bit more physical.”

@❛ baba fumika Seulgi felt the lycan's presence as she joins her in the other bed. "What are you doing?" She asked as she keeps squinting at the lycan.

@❛ seulgi kang She didn’t want to do as she was told. Baba lets out a tiny grunt, hugging the blanket tighter before joining the woman on the bed. She made sure to keep her distance, laying back to back with the vampire before letting her eyes flutter shut them falling asleep.

@❛ baba fumika Seulgi looked at the other as she muttered and asks why she hide in the daylight. "I'm tired dragging you here and serving drinks to the customers." She told her before rolling her back away from the sight of the drunk woman. "Just sleep." She told her and closes her eyes as she tries to sleep.

@❛ seulgi kang The woman’s words nearly fell into a blur as she was lead into the room. Her arms spread out across the bed before casting her gaze off to the side. Baba wasn’t tired. Or at least she thought so. Her headache wasn’t as pounding from before, so her brown hues flick from the walls, to the bed and then finally over the figure. “Sleep is for the weak,” She mumbles at random, not knowing where exactly the thought came from. But soon the woman found herself wrapping the blanket along her figure, covering her head so slightly as she still kept her gaze at the woman. The same woman who served her, yet she couldn’t remember her name. “You hide in the daylight, why are you tired?”

@❛ baba fumika Seulgi sighed and only grabs the other's waist by her one arm and squinted the lycan who just pecked her cheek. No one does that to her for years, she is not fond to skinship either and this drunken lycan, had the audacity to touch her. If the vampire would have been unforgiving, she might throw her in the streets already. But the lycan's presence was more of a gentle one than the other lycans she encountered, it has somewhat familiar scent within her that she may have been calling it a home. Seulgi asks the receptionist to reserve them a room with two beds, she quickly pays the room before dragging the lycan inside the room and throws her on the bed, the vampire sighed and looked at the time, she only have a few hours before sunrise, she might not make it home so she decided to closed the curtain and went to the other bed. Seulgi looked at the other and sighed, "You're a pain in the , you know?" She muttered and lays on the bed, trying to sleep.

@❛ seulgi kang Her steps were wobbly but she still managed to lean against the woman, arms wrapping so eagerly along her waist. Baba buries herself face at the curve of her shoulders, and out of curiosity she took a tiny sniff. But what was she? The poor lycan couldn’t pick out her scent, and it irked her just a bit. From her heightened senses, her limbs secure tighter; an sudden urge washing through her body and Baba gives the stranger a quick peck on the cheek. “I stay somewhere—“ She mumbles, her hand raising as she points out at the door. “A hotel close by.”

@❛ baba fumika Seulgi looked at the drunken female before she tries to pull away and glares at her. "No." She answered after she asks to take the other home, but the other staffs asks the vampire to take her to a hotel or something. She doesn't have a choice and sighed, "Okay." Seulgi throws away the trash before looking back to the drunken female. "Let's go." The vampire gets her shoulder bag before walking closer to the other.

@❛ seulgi kang Another sip and the flavor rushes against her tastebuds. But her lips pucker out slightly as her request was denied. Baba glances up at the bartender coming her way, her eyes squint once they came closer in view. “But I don’t want to!” Her voice carries as she holds the glass out, waving it over to the woman. She sits up for a moment, her body swaying slightly until she presses her palms against the counter. A cheeky grin curving over her drunken lips, she stands up, arms stretching out to tap a finger along the stranger’s nose. “Take me home!”

@❛ baba fumika It has been 3 hours since the woman came inside the club and ordered drinks, Seulgi noticed that as she was busy talking to some people but when the club is going to close down, there's only 4 people left inside, one of them is the woman who have been drinking endlessly. As she was finish cleaning the glasses, the woman asked for another round but she sighed and shakes her head. "That's enough, you might intoxicate yourself to death, miss." She said as she walked towards her. "It's past 3 AM, you should go home now."

@❛ seulgi kang Between the heat and sweat lingering through the swarm of bodies, neon lights flickering back and forth, and her obsession of drowning into the taste of alcohol, all poor Baba wanted was to feel numb. Her fingers dance across the rim of the cup, tilting it forward. Strobe lights blending into the color of the drink, and she forgotten what shade it was. Or better yet what it tasted like. Her head throws back as she swallows the rest, gaze now peering down to flag down the waiter, an eyebrow lifting in curiosity. “Let me get another one!” She calls out, hoping one of the few would get her attention.

@❛ hyojin ahn "says you," comes out in grumpy grumble more than a playful remark. to say that felix is way out of his comfort zone would be a hell of an understatement. he never was fond of places that were packed with a lot of people. the boy just was a very dedicated introvert that found peace in his tiny circle of close friends - so he never felt the need to go out and do things like . . . this. parties, clubs, bar hopping, getting dressed up all nice and suave like as if trying to impress someone (felix always found himself to be unattractive anyways so he has often found himself looking down at the outfit that was forced onto him wondering just who on earth he would ever impress). things like that were something he never ever considered doing. the thought just never crossed his mind.

so the fact that he actually agreed to go out clubbing with one of his few close friends was a shock to even himself. after weeks upon weeks of hyojin practically on her knees begging him to go with her, felix had finally relented; mainly hoping that she was either joking or just conveniently forgot about it. however, the world loved to prove him wrong and neither of those blissful outcomes happened so he had quickly found himself staring in horror as hyojin dug through his wardrobe for the 'perfect outfit', creating a gigantic mess in his otherwise (extremely) organized room. that he had *just* cleaned a few hours prior. when felix had nothing worthy of coming close to an ideal outfit for their planned night together, felix then found himself being tugged along through various shops in the mall before eventually being forced into the completed outfit once home - and now, here he is.

felix always, always *always* kept up his image of being a wallflower. he was friendly and sweet and compassionate but felix just struggled a lot with socializing so he constantly felt the need to make himself look smaller, unnoticeable - and that meant wearing clothes that are three sizes too big on him, hiding his figure completely. and yet. . . here he is, wearing clothes that basically serve as a second skin.

a pair of (uncomfortably) tight black leather pants and a burgundy silk shirt that was tucked in, deep collar dipping dangerously low to give a peak to his sharp collarbones and a hint of his chest. it was a simple outfit rather but the color of the shirt apparently made his crystal blue eyes stand out and those jeans gave his that pop it needed. with a few accessories, a good face of light make-up, and a nice hairstyle, felix was looking like a whole different person.

it felt weird.

"hyojin, i... i really don't think this is a good idea." it was a feeble attempt to get her to change her mind - mainly because he wasn't entirely sure as to why she was so set on getting him to do something like this. what was the point, really?

the doorman announcing that they were at capacity had filled the boy with relief and he was about to suggest going back home when, once again, the world loved proving him wrong. felix closes his eyes and briefly wonders what kind of curse he's under while being dragged into the club.

@❛ seulgi kang Jimin gave the bartender a small smile and a nod. As one of the men spoke he immediately turned around facing in their direction shooting then a hateful glare. “First of all I don’t think you are a miss, so why don’t you be quiet when someone isn’t talking to you.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Second, if you don’t want trouble then why don’t you as she says and leave.” Jimin turned his head to look at the female next to him, noticing she really didn’t look amused. He continued to stand in front of her so that the men couldn’t touch her.

@❛ jimin park Seulgi sees another man coming, but he seemed to be siding with her since clearly he took notice of the two men's actions towards the bartender. "Yeah, those two s doesn't stop saying nasty things." She told the other man who is in between them, "Mind your business, boy. We don't want any trouble okay?" One man told the good one between them. Seulgi glares at them, "You two should go, we've caused enough commotion here already." she told her before crossing her arms as they kept smirking at her. She really hate people like this, they don't stop and keep on picking on her.

@❛ seulgi kang Jimin watched the female bartender as she walked around the club taking orders. He saw that two of her costumers weren’t being very respectful, making rude and nasty comments. It never really made much sense to Jimin how people could say such things, it quite frankly disgusted him. He wanted to make sure that the bartender was okay because she really doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment, so he kept a close eye on them. It surprised him that the men didn’t take the hint when clearly she had enough. He saw as the man grasped onto her wrist immediately putting his drink down getting up out of his chair to quickly make his way over to them. Talking is one thing but you never put your hands on a woman. “Are you having trouble miss?” Jimin stepped in front of her putting himself in between the lady and the men.

@❛ jimin park After the man complimented her, Seulgi went over to the other side to get the order of two men. She noticed that those two were eyeing at her before she caught them whistling over her, "Nice body, miss." One of them told before Seulgi ignored them and served their orders without another word. They kept saying things Seulgi don't like until she had it. The vampyre slammed her hand against the pavement and glared at the two men, "Sir, I suggest you to get the hell out of here. You know you're being rude." She told them but they didn't listen and just chuckling, "Come on, don't be shy, we're good men." He told her but she knows she will never fall for that. "Yeah, by being rude to a woman like me. No thanks." She spat before one starts to grab her wrist. Seulgi quickly backed away, "Don't touch me!" Seulgi shouted before gets her wrist from them.

@❛ seulgi kang Jimin sat watching as the bartender came his way with a friendly smile on her face. She was smaller than him and beautiful reddish hair. He made sure to give her a smile back, trying to look as approachable as he could. “Hello ma’am, I think I’d just like a classic margarita please.” He watched a bit in awe at the female bartender, never in a million years would he have guessed that she would’ve been able to go that. He applauds her after she after she finished and served him his drink. Jimin smiled softly at the other taking his drink from her. “Thank you very much, I will.” He gives her a nod turning around in his chair so that he could see all the commotion around him, sipping his drink slowly.

@❛ jimin park Seulgi didn't bother by the drunk customer and the bouncers took care of it before heading to the other customer with a small smile, "Hello, what can get I get you?" She asked as she waits for the other man to order while cleaning the a clean glass before she heard his order. Seulgi nodded at him before she starts grabbing a bottle, she then starts to pull another small show to the customer to be impressed by it before serving him his drink. "Here you go, sir. Have a good time." She told him before getting back to fixing the bottles in the rack.

@❛ felix lee “It’ll be fun!” the shewolf was uncertain just how many times she’d used the same line on the younger, more timid male, especially not tonight. convincing him to come out at all was typically a challenge, but this night proved to be even moreso. she wasn’t sure what was wrong with him as of late, but Felix seemed more distant than usual. though it was true, maybe he kept his distance from her partying habits because he wasn’t much of a wild child, but she hadn’t even heard from him in days, which was unusual.

the blonde had taken a liking to Felix, finding his innocent nature endearing and cute, and even considered him the little brother she never had. at this particular moment in time, her fingers locked with his, inching closer to the front of the line. Temptress was open again, and even though the establishment did harbor a bad, lingering smell of soot and death that she was certain the mortals around her couldn’t pick up, she didn’t want to ponder the memories of her slain kind. she hugs Felix closer to her side.

“C’mon cutie! We’re next!”

Hyojin had been in desperate need of a night away from the Full Moon District, far away from the pack and its many, unresolved issues, and time spent with someone that ensured her mind wouldn't wander to that damn Kiszka boy and the things he’d made her feel. weak and excited about being submissive. yuck. the very thought of those sensations sends her fingertips tingling, her whole body heating. no, she forces herself to push his stupid, hot face from her mind. he would not take this night from her.

“Sorry, we’re at capacity.” the doorman barks right as the duo are about to be let inside. “Can’t let you in.”

her brow quirks, the vixen sliding closer to the velvet rope as her hand drops from Felix’s, instead thick lashes fan her cheeks as she bats them, delicate digits dancing over the crimson material before they inch their way over the bouncer’s broad shoulders, and smooth down his chest. “You’re not even willing to make an exception for me and my friend? Just a /teeny, tiny/ little one?” purring, she pushes off of the balls of her feet, balancing on her toes, and her ruby lips seek to whisper something just against the shell of his ear.

the bouncer doesn’t speak another word, but instead unhooks the rope and looks away, cheeks flushed a deep carmine. Hyojin only giggles, grabbing her companion’s hand to pull him inside. “Come on!”

@❛ seulgi kang It was a boring, very long day for Jimin. He usually had many things to do with the other Lycans, but it seemed like the underground just wasn’t as lively today. He let out a deep sigh trying to think of something or somewhere to go or do so he can waste the rest of his night doing something at least a little enjoyable. Remembering that there was a club downtown, not too far from here, he decided that that was where he was going to go. After all it had been a while since he had last had a drink. Right now sitting down at a bar seemed like his best option.

As he arrived he heard some yelling coming from inside the club. “Ah, the sweet sounds of the drunk.” Jimin laughed to himself pushing open the door to the building, walking in and taking a seat on one of the stools at the counter. He looked around wondering if it was really a good idea to have come here. But oh well, it was too late now, he had already walked almost an hour to get here. Noticing one of the staff talking to a clearly very drunk costumer with a broken glass next to him. That was probably what he had heard from outside. Jimin swung his legs waiting patiently for the bartender to finish with the other man.

@❛ jimin park It is a normal night for a part-time-bartender-slash-death-dealer Seulgi, she walks inside the back door and greeted some staffs in the kitchen and the vampyre walks to the bartending station and told the other bartender that his shift is up and Seulgi will take it from here. New customers going in their stools and orders various drinks for their desired taste, and she served them with fashion as she never fails to impress the customers about her bartending skills by juggling some bottles and glasses before pouring down the contents of it.

Few hours later, she sees one guy who is far more drunk than anyone asks Seulgi to have her another bottle. "Sir, I'm sorry I can't give you more, you're too much for tonight." She politely refused, however the man didn't take it as a gentle warning but a rude refusal from the bartender and smashed the empty glass on the ground and shouted at the bartender. However, Seulgi crossed her arms and didn't fazed by the drunken man's raging voice, "Would you stop breaking things, sir? I will call the authorities." The vampyre told him once more.

@❛ jacob kiszka It's not quite the reaction she was yearning for, but it's clear that she'd managed to somewhat get beneath his skin upon bringing up the tragedy that'd happened with his family. It's not something she'd really managed to process - the memory, that is. Nor how he handled it with the years following suit, but if this is any replication of how he did so, she's not even interested in seeing it. "But they didn't have to die, Jacob." The frustration she's feeling is far from what she's experienced before, unable to speak the words that would replicate what was going on in her mind, unable to get him to understand.

She understood his place in the coven, and she understood the lives of Lycan's lost at his hands. But stringing in innocent human beings was, in her eyes, uncalled for. What she didn't know, however, is that there was really no other solution to keeping their secret safe. Would it be so bad if they knew? What if they made a truce? Live peacefully amongst each other? Her head spins with possibilities, hopes for the future and questions that she knew wouldn't ever be answered with arms crossed tightly across her chest. She keeps a far distance from him, and every now and then upon thinking of what had happened just minutes before hand, tears continue to fall. Her mother wouldn't be proud of her. In fact, Selena is aware that she would be disappointed. Maybe for not putting up a stronger fight, or maybe for not listening in the first place.

"I do hate you." Selena snarls, too present within her current emotions to think about any other feelings that may be rocking upon the surface. "It's not like you even care." She turns to face him, stopping in her tracks. "I have no contribution to this world anymore. I have no family, I have no friends, no freedom and I certainly don't have anyone teaching me things that are going to help me live my life safely. It's not even my life anymore. What does my death matter to you? I'm less than every single person on this earth, we all are. I don't care if I die." She doesn't quite give him enough time to answer, turning on her heels to continue forward once again. She can hear the sirens in the distance and they cause her head to pound as they step foot on the land of the manor, not even considering what may be coming next.

@❛ selena gomez perhaps he was foolish for thinking that his words would mean anything to her, that she could look past the sacrifices and see the big picture. or maybe, just maybe, she was right. to tell the truth, the Death Dealer had been in an internal conflict for decades, the elders commands and his own desires were no longer equal, and he was regarded as nothing more than a personified weapon. questioning orders would do him no good, however.

her strength is displayed once more in a hearty shove, one that shifts his weight as he stumbles backwards, albeit slowly, and remains silent. at least until his own family was brought up. her words cut him like a knife straight to the heart, and twist into the wound. he didn’t want her to see him falter, but his eyes flicker downward for a moment. he hadn’t spoken about Samuel for more than 600 years, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Humans die, Selena. That’s how the world is and always will be. That doesn’t mean I enjoy it.” this wasn’t the first slew of humans he’d obliterated in the name of the vampires, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last, either. he wondered if she would understand why he does the things that he does, or if she would hate him for eternity.

with her back to him, he pushes himself off the tree and follows her, remaining at her back to allow her a certain amount of space from him. “Hate me if you really want to,” he says finally, “But I did only what I had to do. You may not see that now, but it’s the truth. I refuse to let you be killed just to spare the lives of humans.” he takes a few more steps, eyes trained ahead of them, on the lookout with his trigger finger ready.

@❛ jacob kiszka “Look at me.”

His voice is haunting, yet not as much so as the screams of the dying human’s inside of the .. well, what remained of the night club. Selena couldn’t find it in herself to look at him, to even find strength to raise her head. Sobs are no longer emitted and her tears are silent streaks, yet continuously trail down the beaten path of her cheek created by each tear before the next. Her eyes are swollen as she does look at him, countenance shaking within his grip. Within this moment, and perhaps the first time of her life, she was afraid of who stood before her — unaware that he was capable of doing such things. Maybe she was naive, how dumb of her to expect anything more from him. Her lips are pursed with the tip of her tongue repetitively tinged with the salt of her own tears.

What is spoken on his end, again, is unexpected. ‘Do not cry for them as if you are not equally as responsible for their deaths as I am.’ It was.. immensely tough for her to wrap her mind around the meaning of his words. She remains still, head tilted up the slightest bit to stare at him, even upon release from the intensity of his grip. Only after a few moments of silence does anger and fury begin to replace that of immense sorrow and guilt, the palms of her hands roughly slamming against his chest with as much strength as she could possibly muster. “This is NOT my fault.” Her brows knit together as she speaks between her teeth, taking steps forward to keep close distance after each and every rough shove. “I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I ing hate you. Why didn’t you just let me die in there? Is it your pride? I would rather die than be strung along by the accompaniment of you.”

Her words are seething within somewhat of a whimper, still, eyes glimmering a crimson once more as her temperature seemingly sky rockets. “This blood is on your hands, and it was the moment you decided to selfishly give me a life that I never asked for.” Only until he’s shoved back upon a tree do her hands fall to her sides, heavy pants emitting from her tiers. Her hands raise to run the back of her palms beneath her eyes with a faint hiccup. “I can’t tell you how ing stupid I feel for believing in you for just a second. Just one single ing second.”

The process of turning upon her heels was initiated, but it comes to a stop to turn to Jake once more. “Each and every single person in those families are going to go through exactly what you did. How’s it feel, huh? Knowing what it feels like to take someone from their family? You and that Lycan that took your family surely have a lot more in common, now. You didn’t just kill a bunch of human beings, but you took people from their family. Fiance’s, son’s, daughters, sisters. /Brothers/.” The last one is accompanied with a poke of her nail onto his chest, and it’s meant to sting (which she hope it does). Her hand falls to her side before elevating to run over her face, eyes squeezing shut with her back now facing him.

“I hate you. You’re a ing idiot for someone that’s lived through centuries.”

As if she hadn’t said it enough, the leaves crunch beneath her feet with each step taken forward, fingertips intermingled with the thickened brunette strands running over the base of her neck.

@❛ selena gomez perhaps he could block out the screams of the humans, having given up on feeling anything for humans long ago, but it was Selena’s explosive reaction that has his teeth grinding. each shove illustrated her strength, but was no match for his own. his eyes narrow, hands beginning to burn as he keeps them tightly sealed to the door, all of his strength forcing it closed, even as she fights him.

he could feel it, that minuscule twinge of guilt nipping at his psyche, but it wasn’t for what he was doing, it was because he was hurting Selena. she was the only vampire he’d ever made, and he didn’t know how to be a proper sire, but the anguish he felt when she cried had to have had /something/ to do with their connection.. right?

luckily, it only takes humans a few minutes to die of smoke inhalation, or be burned alive; Jake cast his gaze to his ward who was trying to get in through the window. he wanted to comfort her, but he knew that would do nothing for her. the only way to help her right now would be to make her understand /why/. when she finally collapses against his back, his palms are searing, flesh eating away. the wounds would be healed in moments, so he ignores the pain and releases the door, finally turning to face her. although, when he does, his voice is neither soft nor calming. it’s gruff, definitive.

“Look at me.” his hands, now fully repaired, lock her shoulders in a vice grip. “Do not cry for them as if you are not equally as responsible for their deaths as I am.” though, perhaps there was a part of him that yearned to embrace her, and apologize, but what would she have learned if he had? “Do you understand, now? You may be immortal, but every one of your actions have consequences, and they are so much more perilous for /everyone/. If I had not done this, the elders would have us both executed. And now that I have, their blood is on /my/ conscience. But the fault is both of ours, Selena. These people were dead the very moment you walked through the door. /You/ killed them, too.”

he wishes he could thaw his frozen heart, that she didn’t have to know these things, but he knew in the end it was better for her to learn them the hard way than to continue to put everyone in jeopardy. he releases her after a moment, looking up towards the sky; the escaped lycan on his mind. things were not good, and they were only going to get worse. “We need to get to the manor, now. It will be morning soon.”

@❛ jacob kiszka Regardless of the fact that he’d pried himself from the strength of her grip, both of Selena’s arms remain ahead of her with every intention to welcome him within them once more. She was so close, so close to sparing the human’s their lives, and she could feel it. Maybe with just a little more pleads, just maybe, she could get him to think things through. “Jacob—“ Her eyes flee to the huddle of the humans and her own pair attempts to connect with each and every one before her — hoping to ensure them that she’d, somehow, bring them to safety. Though, it became evident that perhaps it wasn’t a promise she would be able to keep. In the meantime, however, she could do her best to sway the male before her. She was sure there was something, some kind of humanity left within the male that would help him realize that this didn’t have to be the ending.

The connection of her eyes with the human’s are abruptly cut short by the acute sounds of glass shattering, her own figure jolting before her head quickly turns towards where the sound was coming from with eyes widening. The helpless feeling only returns and she remains still, staring at Jake as if it would fix anything. She was wrong. “— you don’t, please, we can figure this out.” It seemed to be the last (somewhat calm) plea that’d managed to slip from her tiers, for her attention is immediately set on the young male attempting to make his exit, just as she instructed. “No!” Her voice is huddled alongside the screams of the others within the corner of the building, and her hands immediately flee to cover her ears. Each and every sense was heightening, all because of a simple smell of the blood pouring from the human on the floor.

She wanted to scream, maybe perhaps make an attempt at taking her own life for the way her body naturally rescinds to the bloodlust she’d worked so hard at tucking away. She could hear each heart beat, each quickened breath taken in fear, and the grip on her arm must’ve been strong with the fight she put up as she was guided out. “Let me go!” Her arms flail in attempt to break from his grip, body remained turned towards the building as if to not let the group from her now crimson sight. It’s as if she’s magnetized to him, her body shoving back upon his own in attempt to clim within the confinements of the building in desperation. They didn’t have to die, she kept murmuring beneath her breath in newfound determination. But no matter how hard she tried, he was stronger.

“Jaco— Stop! Move!” Her palms shove against his shoulder and side repetitively in attempt to knock him to the side, lungs beginning to pick up in pace as, what was most likely a panic attack, began to consume her countenance. Her fingers trembled with each sob choking from her tiers, arms attempting to fly around his figure to catch the doorknobs, only to no avail. “Why are you doing this?! We can figure something out, let them out!” Her fists pound upon the surface of his back just as the human’s do from the inside, the screams immediately taunting her. She’d try to get in even after the last breath is taken, she’s certain. She moves quickly in attempt to find a window, and the moment she’s found one, it only explodes before her. “No, no no no.” The silence had to have been the scariest part of it all, the reality that each and every person within the building had died.

“Why… Why did you do that?!” Selena cries out, once again shoving his shoulder with her eyes squeezing shut, almost as though she was trying to awaken herself from the nightmare taking over her mind. “Let them out!” It’s a repetitive phrase, sure, but she couldn’t believe that they were all gone, she wouldn’t allow herself to do so. “Let them go.” Her figure, practically exhausted from her each and every attempt to free the group hunches over his back, her forehead pressed into the middle of his shoulders with her fist lightly meeting his back as the sobs uncontrollably slip from her trembling countenance.

@❛ selena gomez a million things are running through the Death Dealer’s mind as he stares at the crowd, all of their eyes on him. one of the worst situations he’d been in, because now innocents would have to die to cover up his mistake. he can hear her fine, though he doesn’t answer her. oh no, he couldn’t. she would loathe him for sure after this night, that much he was certain of. it wasn’t that he reveled in the chance to slaughter a room full of humans, but he had no other choice. word could /not/ get out about Lycans, or vampires would soon follow, and he and Selena would be executed for their assistance in exposing a well kept secret. she would not understand, he knew that, but in the end: he was doing this for her.

“Nobody move a muscle.” he barks instead, his voice booming over her desperate pleas as he wrenches himself free from her grasp. he avoids her eyes; the weakness in her whimpers already threatening to shake him to his core. he couldn’t let her emotions affect his ability to do his job, he knew that, and he tried to block out the desperation in her voice as he steps forward, picking up the only remaining gun from the center of the dance floor and sliding it into the holster. luckily, a frightened human will stand motionless, frozen with terror, which granted Jake enough time to approach the bar, grabbing bottles of booze, before hurling them at every wall until the flammable liquid surrounded them.

once he’d finished, his furious gaze turns to his companion, to which he utters: “I have to.” one particularly brave, or foolish, boy about eighteen years of age scrambles to his feet the second the vampire’s back is turned and makes a break for the back exit. it’s fruitless, of course, as Jake blindly whips the gun around behind him, firing two shots directly into the back of his skull, and he drops with his arms outstretched, inches from the door.

he only takes a few moments to barricade said entrance and make an escape impossible, while the humans remained huddled in fear, terrified they may be next. it’s not until he’s secured the door that he approaches Selena again, this time grabbing her bicep and guides her, albeit not too softly, to the main entrance of the club, shoving her out while he stands on the threshold, fishing in his pocket until he reaches the lighter, flips it open and strikes it. a tall flame at the oxygen it’s provided until the Death Dealer presses it to the inside of the door, soaked in alcohol. it catches immediately, a fierce flame roaring on the door. he tosses the lighter, then, into a puddle of booze to set the rest of the establishment alight, pushing the door closed. the patrons would burn themselves alive trying to pry the door open, but to be certain, he presses both palms again it, holding it shut as the screaming starts. his eyes clamp shut, whether it’s shame or exertion, one couldn’t tell.

@❛ jacob kiszka Stuck.

Within this moment, right now, each and every barricade and brick of the wall she’d forced up after her initial change begun crumbling down. Her eyes squeeze shut and tears stream freely down her cheeks because all she could think about was regret. She should’ve listened to him, should’ve opened up to him, been more patient, yet she’s held against a wall with claws sunken into . One yank away and her entire trachea could be tossed to the side, and Selena was immediately aware of it, alongside of the fact that she was going to die. If there’s one thing she could be grateful for, at least her mother would outlive her, still.

Words she yearned to say are buried within , her grip only beginning to loosen around the Lycan’s wrists as her eyes flutter. One bat of her lashes, a second….. the impact of her being tossed to the side immediately earns a groan. Both of her hands flee to hold as she involuntarily coughs and wheezes for air, one arm extending ahead of her. It’s grasped by a stranger, someone asking questions she couldn’t make out. “Can you breathe? Are you okay?” Was what they would ask, but what she could hear are faint murmurs and all she could see was a blur.

All it took was a few seconds for the wounds on her neck to close on their own, her own blood tainting her tanned skin. There’s a faint dizziness as she finds her footing, but a few blinks more and she’s able to begin to soak up what was happening before her, and the rest of the occupants in the club. “Jacob,” the murmur is mixed within a series of pants as she stares at the Lycan who’d attacked her. Her eyes couldn’t remain on the two for long, feeling sick to her stomach that all she could do was stand aside and watch. Useless, she reminds herself. She’s nothing but someone being strung along as someone else’s punishment. If he’d just taught her what he knew, if she could just be more prepared, perhaps there was something she could’ve done but stand aside.

It throws her for a whirlwind that he’d even put himself within the position she was previously in. What was the point? Wouldn’t it be better to get rid of her anyway? Selena can feel the temperature of her skin rising as the frustration builds, but was it entirely frustration? Her thighs press together once and her cheeks flush — this wasn’t the time for such lewd thoughts, nor was he the man that deserved them. But then again, he’d saved her life. It was … confusing, to say the least, but it was only a thought for a millisecond.

Her eyes follow the way the top half of the head bounced upon landing on the floor of the club, which was now silent. She could hear his breathing and her own, only for the other occupants to begin murmuring and whispering, even emitting screams in response to what had happened before them. She scans each and every face that looks back at her and the male, and her feet instinctively follow his trail before coming to a halt. “Jake..” Does she say.. thank you? Thank you for saving my life? I owe you one? Her words are once again caught in , and her hand rests upon his wrist with a single step taken closer to him.

But the look on his face wasn’t so forgiving. It was unsettling, a look that she knew all too well, and her grip subtly tightens around his wrist. “No, let’s just go. Let’s go, Jacob.” The panic somewhat arises once more within her chest with eyes filling with tears once more, visage tainted with a helpless look as she turns towards the crowd. “Go!” The yell is one of pure panic, free arm extending to motion towards the door. “Why aren’t you moving? Get out! Go!” She, too, attempts to bring them to the entrance when the crowd fails to do so, instead staring at the two like they were entire family of lost children. “C’mon Jake, let’s just go. I’ll take the punishment for it, i’ll do whatever. Let’s just leave them alone, let’s go. Let’s go home.” The last phrase is a look into something that would’ve easily carried over from her humanity: fear. Selena had a lot of it for a “superhuman” of sorts. The power she carried was enough to survive, yes, but she had no idea what to do with it. Her mindset hadn’t changed. People didn’t deserve to die. Perhaps that’s why it was so easy for her to live on an animal diet. Visibly trembling, her chest roughly and haphazardly rises in attempt to catch her breath with whimpers intermingling with words.

“I’m scared. Please.”

She pleas before him, fingertips curling into the leather of his coat.

it wasn’t ideal, but he had no other options in this instant, so he’d simply half to subjugate her after he handled the one on Selena. he knew that she had no experience with Lycans, and that fact was eating him alive as he slipped from beneath the beast and found his footing strong on the dance floor. humans scattered around him, huddling in corners, but he didn’t dare pay them any mind, instead zeroed in on the wolf before him. clutching the grip of one of his pistols as he drops to his knees, skidding across the floor, he brings it forward, burying a silver nitrate bullet into the back of his knee and efficiently forcing the release of the younger vampire, which he grabbed by the arm and threw aside the second he reached her, “Move!” he barked, his movements expertly calculated, almost as if he were dancing. he spins, gun eye level, only to have it crushed as the lycan grapples it, leaving it all but completely useless.

the animalistic growl brings his attention to the teeth, jaw extended as he’s shoved against the wall, now in Selena’s previous predicament, only he knows how to get out of it. furious snapping of powerful jaws is inches from his face, spraying saliva and hot breath over him. his teeth clench, the only things between his throat and the Lycan’s fatal bite was his hands, fingers curling around the upper and lower jaw simultaneously. all of his muscles are screaming by the time he gets decent leverage, and he takes a few steps forward, pushing the wolf down to his knees as he continues to test the durability of the other creature by pulling, until he’s screaming out, his strength at its limit.

there’s a hideous ripping that breaks through even the heavy bass of the song that’s pumping through the club, and he heaves, tossing the top half of the Lycan’s head aside as blood erupts from the wound like a volcano. he had successfully cracked the beast’s head open like a watermelon.

though there’s little time to celebrate his bitter victory, as the female rips the knife from her hand and rears back on her haunches, only to bolt through the doors and out into the night, no doubt turning human as soon as she was out of range. Jake started to go after her, but hesitates, now realizing there was one more, serious problem.

the giant wolf reverting back to a , mangled corpse, and the tens of witnesses in the establishment. the gears in his head start to turn, and he’s not liking any of the solutions.

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