The Bloodslut ~ for UnHolyPimpHand

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Lilith Wild, aged 21. 5ft, 90lb dripping wet, 32C​

Lilith discovered she was a witch completely by accident at the age of 14, when her foster father cornered her in the kitchen and tried to grope her. The instant fight or flight terror compounded by utter disgust at her nipple stiffening in his hand made Lilith panic. There was a terrific thud and suddenly he wasn't touching her anymore; mainly because he had flown into the wall and then dropped to the floor, face first. Lilith ran up to her room, before realising it was the first place he would look and the last place she wanted to be. She rushed back downstairs and leapt over his prone figure as she went for the door. He was moaning and stirring - definitely not dead then - so Lilith just fled.

In a part of London where she knew nobody, Lilith could go anywhere and be alone but she always went to the wooded area of a park nearby. Nature calmed her in a way that concrete didn't. There was a willow tree she always sat beneath, beside a little stream. Her whole body was thrumming with fear, disgust and the total shock of discovering herself to be a total impossibility. Then she realised everything was thrumming. The tree at her back, the myriad blades of grass in the breeze, the stream rippling outwards from where she sat, the hammering little hearts of birds...

Everything.

She was connected to all of it; one for just a few moments with everything from amoebas to the stars.

These incidents had all started escalating incrementally since she started having periods a year ago and now, here she was. A fucking - what? A witch? Lilith couldn't even think that, it was just too ridiculous.

The moment her consciousness intruded, the connection she had been feeling instantly vanished. So completely that even Lilith began to wonder if it had been there at all.

When she returned to the house, the social worker was already packing her things. Mick was clearly fucked off and his wife glared at Lilith like she was some kind of psycho.

Collette was not amused.

"You attacked him?"

"He touched me up."

"That's no justification for ABH!? How am I going to place you now?"

The realisation washed over Lilith like a premonition. Something she would have dismissed as pessimism before, she now simply accepted.

"You're not."

"Look, I'm sorry. You must know that there's there's nothing I can do about inappropriate touching now you've broken his nose! Did he injure you? Then my hands are tied. He's only declining to press charges on the agreement you leave immediately."

Lilith regarded her neutrally. At this point she genuinely didn't give a shit. Collette held her gaze. "If he's unfit, how do I prove it now? That's why there are channels you should use, like me or the police. You know this... I know you do."

Lilith shrugged, "So I should just wait on hold to your office while he gropes me!? What's done is done. I can't un-hit him and I wouldn't fucking want to. How many before me, Coll? That's the real question. Ask the girls. Now give me a smoke - I'm going bloody mental without them."

Collette and her charge, who was many things but in no way a child, sat companiably in her car and smoked.

After that everything changed. Since the incident with Mick Lilith became completely gothic and antisocial. Everything she wore was functional like leggings and DM boots. She got a cross-trainer, some light weights and watched YouTube tutorials on self defence. No cunt was going to attack her ever again. Lilith stayed in a group home until she was sixteen, then a halfway house share, where they taught her how to budget and to run a home. At eighteen she got a tiny council flat thirteen floors up in a tower block but Lilith didn't care. It was hers.

~xXx~​

Lilith swore and smacked her phone for the third time. She was so hungover. Jaq shoved her towards the edge of the bed unceremoniously. "Are you going to keep snoozing that fucking thing?"

"Only until you put the kettle on." Lilith dived back towards her, instantly regretting the sudden movement.

"I wasn't the one who decided to get into Tequila slammers last night.." Jag embraced her. "I'm the one who had to get you home. You should be making the coffee."

"Fuck's sake..." Lilith capitulated and got out of bed. She was wearing a cut off black T shirt that read, "Anger is an energy" and a pair of black and red checked cotton knickers. There was an indignant meow from under the bed and a black rescue cat with green eyes bolted for the kitchen. Lilith scooped her up and petted her. "Damocles. Yeah, it's about time I fed you."

After she fed the cat and made coffee, Lilith pulled on a black dressing gown and went out onto their little bit of concrete balcony for a cigarette. The cat accompanied her but stayed close to her side. She had no desire to explore the outside world and would go back indoors when her owner did.

Jaq came and joined them. They were both smokers. Jaq wore black briefs and a grey vest. Didn't give a fuck what the neighbours thought. "What time are you working, Lil?" She asked.

"Six till four, standard Saturday night." She replied. Lil worked at the Tap and Tin, a big pub by London's standards, with a lot of live rock and metal music.

"I better do my famous fry up then." Jaq replied. "But first we need to shower." The girls put their cigs out and went back inside, holding hands.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

A muted chime caused Julien Jacobs’ eyes to snap open abruptly. A digital readout illuminated his face in complete darkness: “0% UV” the screen said. “Open Lid.” JJ responded calmly, the dense saltwater around his ears making his voice sound distant and foreign. The smooth whoosh of the automated sensory deprivation chamber as it slid open sounded familiar, though.

As JJ sat up, his lower body sank to the bottom of the tank where he’d been suspended.

“Open shutters,” JJ ordered the system which controlled his 80th floor suite. The automated blackout shutters slid upward to reveal an unparalleled view of the city, lit up and glittering below.

“I’m sorry, JJ—Lenora is here, she insists on speaking with you,” Nora, JJ’s first and favored offspring informed him, as she entered the living room.

“That’s fine, show her in,” JJ sighed, standing up in his sensory deprivation tank and wrapping himself in a long, black, embroidered, silk robe. He could already hear Lenora’s heels on the marble tiles. “good evening, mother.”

“Jules, what is it going to take to teach you some respect?” the young woman who JJ referred to as ‘mother’ actually appeared to be several years his junior—she didn’t look a day over nineteen and even dressed the part of a thirst-trap teenager.

“A better tutor, perhaps,” JJ chuckled, extracting a bag of O-neg from the bar fridge and slicing open a corner with a fingernail. He drained the bag into a coffee mug that read ‘#1 DAD’ and set it into the microwave, forty-five seconds, “why don’t you just get to the point?”

“You turned another one last night! The Ancients were very explicit in their command. You’ve overstepped your station—you have too many progeny already, and you’re still making more! The Ancients don’t tolerate their wishes being disrespected.”

“Their tolerance depends largely on their ability to harm me.”

“They can and they will! They’re hundreds of years old!”

“One-to-one, I have no doubt they would successfully stake me—but I have dozens of loyal progeny who would gladly sacrifice themselves for me. There’s strength in numbers.”

“That’s treason!”

“I never voted for the Ancients.”

“They won’t let you dictate terms, they’ll kill your youngest and work their way up until you supplicate and most of all—stop. Turning. Mortals. I’ve been told that if you turn one more, that vampire will be considered an enemy of the Ancient Council.”

“The fact that they’d kill a baby demonstrates how afraid they are. They know that their ability to challenge me is depleting.”

“What about me? I made you! If you go against the Council in outright warfare, they’ll make me face the dawn!”

“Then stay with me. You gave me this gift, I wouldn’t want to oppose you—nor would I wish to lose you.”

“If you care anything for me, you’ll stop what you’re doing. No one defies the council and survives. They built their own court to justify killing the ones who have tried.”

“Stay with me, Lenora. Neither of us is as strong alone as we are together.”

“Give it a rest and I’ll consider it, for now you’re much too toxic.”

Lenora turned on a heel and stormed back to the elevator. JJ sighed into his breakfast—this life was supposed to make him free, but he’d never felt more used. Perhaps war was the only way, but for now, he would honor his mothers’ wishes—though he had no intention of stopping for good.

“Nora, lay out some nightwear,” JJ ordered his first daughter, “I feel like going out tonight.”

JJ overturned the mug over his lips. It never tasted right reheated…

*-*-*

There existed an index of night clubs where the aesthetic and general attitude was more accommodating of creatures of the night. The Tap and Tin wasn’t anywhere near the top of its list, but for some reason, JJ was craving a little friction with the mortals. Maybe one would try him and he could bring them back to share with his progeny.

“Here’s my ID,” JJ remarked to the bouncer, handing over his expired identification that he retained from his living days.

“Hold up, this says that you’re eighty-five…”

“Okay, I moisturize. What of it?”

“Are you… whoa—are you, undead?”

“If I were, would that bother you?”

“You always answer questions with questions?”

“You give every customer the third degree?”

JJ was sincerely considering ripping the bouncer’s bound head off of his shoulders, but the more difficult this moron made things for him, the more JJ became aware of the young mortal tending bar. He could hear her heart beating, even across the crowded floor—even over the live band’s screaming amps, her pulse pounded in his ears like his own used to. It was like she was in high definition and everything else was getting fuzzier.

Why? What was she? She was living, that was obvious, but she was… oh wow, he could smell the blood inside her, even at this distance.

“Look, just invite me in. I’m not looking for any trouble.”

“It’s true, isn’t it? You need to be invited in?”

“This is a public business… I merely prefer to be invited,” a half truth, the presence of a bouncer designated this area as a private mortal residence, in spite of not being a residence in the traditional sense—the rules which bound their kind were sometimes quite bizarre, even to JJ.

“Well, Julien my good sir—won’t you please come in?” the bouncer was mocking him, but such was JJ’s curiosity that he was going to let it go. He would not, however, forget.

As JJ approached the bar, he used a low level Glamour to gain her attention.

Notice me…

He spoke to her with energy, not words. He trusted she’d be sensitive to it. There was something about her—something more alive than the living—even if her makeup reminded him of the movie Dead Presidents.