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With no emotion, she pushed her arm into his chest, her claws beginning to squeeze into his heart. “And I’m stronger then you, I’m the first of my kind, the daughter of an original, if you touch his body not only will I come after you but I’ll make sure my entire family does as well. You better listen to me, this is my one warning” she said, pulling her hand from his chest as she turned to walk away. “Oh,” she said, stopping to look at him. “Seeing as a wolf has to challenge and kill the previous alpha and I, well, I killed you, this means I’m now the alpha of your pack. I guess I should go make myself acquainted with them, hm?” she grinned, nodding for Catalina to leave the room as she vamped off.

With her fingernails practically digging into his heart, he let out a soft groan, emerald orbs transfixed on the other as a lazy smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. Before he could truly revel in the feeling, her hand was gone and his chest had already begun to heal. Her last comment almost made him laugh once again.

“What pack, sweetheart?” He let out a breathy laugh as Joe helped him to his feet. “People really eat up whatever shit is served with a cherry on top nowadays, huh? Let me know when you find them. You might wanna check around Versailles, but fair warning--- can’t be much there aside from what’s left of the bodies.”

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“I will not be ignored,” she yelled, vamping forward, nodding for Catalina to restrain him. Grabbing his face, she forced him to look at her, “you will pay for a service for Nolan, one that you would want your best friend to have when they died. You will give his husband half your assets and your home in New York. You will do this all in good will and not come for them. Do I make myself clear, runt?”

“Oh, I see---” he chuckled almost maniacally. “You thought I was telling you the truth. I guess you really learn something new every day.” As Cat restrained him, he grinned at Demi. Locking eyes with her, his lips pulled tight against his oddly phosphorescent teeth. “It’s not happening. You think I didn’t go to extreme measures to break our bond? That I would actually live with your thumb over me?” Breaking out into laughter, he licked his teeth. “I’ve got centuries on you, kid. You can’t beat me at my own game. I’m a sociopath, sweetheart. You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

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She smirked, “you’re staying,” she told him, hoping to god there was a sire bond like there was with vampires. “You’re staying and giving half your assets to Declan Anderson for what you’ve caused.”

“That’s sweet, but revolting,” he scoffed, purposefully avoiding eye contact on the off chance there might’ve been something stronger lurking beneath her gaze. “AKA, not happening. Declan has enough money as is. Christ knows he spends enough time talking about it. Besides, there’s plenty of ass here in New York.”

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The pain was too much, she said her goodbyes and apologized to Nolan before getting up and vamping away from everyone. Appearing behind Roman, she wiped her eyes and walked forward. “Hello sweetie,” she told him, moving in front of him with an unmoving glare. “Now I know I may not be able to stop you,” she said, pacing back and forth, “but as your fiance I learned a few things, and I know one person you have no choice but to listen to” she smirked, letting Demi walk out from behind her. “I told her everything” she grinned.

Demi walking behind her, she let her eyes glow a bright orange. “seems like I was a bit too lenient with you, huh?” she smirked

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“I suppose that’s just it, isn’t it? You’re not my fiancée anymore. Why would I want to marry you after I got everything I wanted?” He shot back with a grin, only to have it dissipate as his sire appeared in front of him. “You knew nothing about me, bella. Can’t blame you for letting me off my leash--- but I’m glad it got me some closure. Now move. I have a flight to catch.”

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                                            Oh, I  know  I’m  a  ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ.

                                                       ( I just don’t  c a r e. ) 

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God Save Us All | Chapter 3 ½.

"I see you're still not getting my point," the voice echoed throughout, seemingly everywhere at once. "Let me make it easier to understand." After a count of silence, there was a jolt against the glass. Nolan sputtered from inside the glass box, hands digging into either side of the doorframe. A single spotlight on the vampire did little to explain the situation, but as he began losing his grip, Roman's face appeared behind him.

Slowly, he felt the stranger's hand dig deep into his back. Had it actually been a stranger, he wouldn't know, but he always had a sneaking suspicion if he were to meet his end, it would be by none other than that depraved ex brother in law of his. Shock and an indescribable amount of pain flooded his facial features as he stared across the threshold to his husband before he was sent crashing down to the floor in a lifeless heap. Chuckling, Roman tossed his heart back and forth between two hands as he neared the glass, the spotlight now on him. Daisy instinctively fell to her knees, letting out a pained scream from inside the room. Her hand hit the glass, reaching out for Nolan as tears began to cascade down her face. Rosie stood stalk still, eyes blown wide at the sight of it all.

"Now do we understand each other?" He smirked knowingly. "Rolling your eyes in my face and screaming profanities was hardly the direction any of you should've went. Sorry to burst everyone's bubble, but none of this was really about any of you. Of course, this was about driving you right to the edge and showing you how truly powerless you are against me," he said. "This was about making sure you knew your place with me; and that included your ability to choose--- or, maybe lack thereof," he chuckled. "But more importantly, you get to watch your best friend--- husband--- uncle--- and son--- die and there's nothing you can fucking do about it." With a taunting grin, he dropped the heart at his feet. As it morphed into a gentle smirk, he shifted his focus to Declan to stare him right in the eyes before gazing back to Catalina. 

"Besides, he was also cheating, and that's something I don't tolerate. I suppose leniency was an option as it was the last room, but who am I kidding?" Moving back to pick up the desiccating vampire up from the ground, he held his head steady as he used his finger to work the corpse's mouth. Letting another sickly sweet smile cross his features, he continued,

"Sorry, sir. It won't happen again," he mocked Nolan's voice with a lighthearted chuckle. "Please! Call me Roman," he smiled before glaring out at the others. "But you're right. It won't happen again." Dropping his corpse, he grinned brightly as Joseph walked in from behind him to bring a wet towel to wipe his hands. "You've got to hand it to me, though. I've spent so long trying to kill this motherfucker and what better way could I have done it than to literally rip his heart out in front of his closest friends and family. God, I am a genius." Tossing the towel to the ground, he continued smiling. 

"As a consolation prize, you're all free to go  home now." Turning on his heel, he stopped short, gesturing to the vampire across from him. "You can sort this out later, but, you'll want his heart, right, Catalina? Oh, and Declan? Should I have the body mailed to you piece by piece--- or should we do him some poetic justice and send all of him home in a box?" With one last harsh laugh, he left back through the door with Joe at his side, disappearing into the night as the last of the lights burnt out.

END.

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Romanio Idoni Guerra --- (  moodboard 1/? )

“ Personally, 

                                          I like the    D I S E A S E. “

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God Save Us All | Chapter 3.

The Final Curtain.

The room was barren, and perhaps it was better that way.

Maybe it was worse.

There was no puzzle on the wall. No child strategically placed in the corner. No guns or glass cases. The four rooms faced each other in a circle with one glass wall and a single door leading outwards. Above the middle, four cameras stared into each room accordingly. The laughter of several others could be heard surrounding the area, some low and menacing, others high-pitched and hyena-inspired but none of them held their ground against the glimmer of that chuckle coming from above. Chains clinked and dogs snarled, often giving the impression there was a deadly beast waiting to welcome the guests-- but there'd still been no intentions of a surprise unveiling. At least not one that was obvious.

Then there was a deafening silence as the only sound was that of heavy footsteps closing in.

"Some of you," Roman began, making his way towards the centre. "May know this--- maybe, not those of you who are in your cages--- but I really am anything but an unfair host. The meaning of those rooms were explained to you beforehand. I could've left it up to you to figure it out, or -- not figure it out. I could've happily watched all of you die--- but I wanted you to know that none of this is personal. All of you play an important role in my life. This game was designed for each and every one of you," he enunciated the last few words, pointing at four of the rooms on each word. "Room number one was how you fared under pressure and how screwed your moral compass was. Nolan and Chrissy made it out without incident--- though, I'm kind of disappointed about that. I knew when I shoved you two in a room, I was making the right decision." Humming happily, he gestured to the other room.

"Daisy and Remy killed the child not knowing it was a vampire. The bullet had little to no effect, but it was nice to see that someone had the guts to do it," he scoffed, glaring at Remy. "Seth and Rosie also came out without too much incident. Sorry about your ankles, sweetheart. Glad to see you still have your wits about you." Gesturing to the last room, he grinned. "And Catalina and Declan. My two biggest fans, I'm sure," he chuckled. "It really was such a feast watching you two interact. I expected more cursing and maybe some outbursts, but you two still did an amazing job of getting out alive. Didn't know you had it in you, Cat. Killing a child. I would've stuffed a human kid beneath that bag if I knew you'd so willingly pull that trigger." The lights turned Crimson and Roman let out a smile tug at the corners of his lips in response.

"Now the second room was to test how you fared against your worst nightmares. There was a certain additive to the gas that was slowly being leaked into your rooms that made you hallucinate the nightmares you faced. Most of you, if not all of you, failed to do anything about it. It's as if your fears rule your life and frankly, that's disappointing. Don't get me wrong, it was very entertaining to watch and very telling; but it was pathetic." An array of demonic cackles resonated around them through the darkness. Grinning, he dusted off his hands before continuing. "In this third and final room, you will be facing your teammate. I've always loved violence-- I know, surprising, right?" More laughter. "I pride myself in being the baddest of the bad. You've never seen someone as sadistic as I am, and four out of eight of you probably never will again. It warmed my cold, dead heart to see some of you actually help your teammate. Even if it was for the sole expressed reason of keeping yourself alive. It was touching, in a completely amoral way--- but anyway--- I think it's about time we get this over with." Roman began walking away, lighting up a cigarette as he did so.

"One more thing," he stopped, gazing back at the four rooms. "If all of you are really too attached to each other, I'm offering mercy to anyone who gets on their knees." Turning his body accordingly, he tilted his head as the same vacant look stared back at each creature. "You beg me to let you out and I'll open the door. All you gotta do is bow down." Fixing his suit jacket, he smiled. "Anyone who's too headstrong to do so, will be forced to fight to the death with your companion--- but remember, it's a team effort. If both of you agree to bow down, that door opens," he gestured to them. "Both of you disagree and choose to fight, well then we have something to look forward to; and if one of you doesn't agree, I'll just kill you both. You have half a minute to decide. Don't disappoint me." Disappearing into the darkness, the timer above sounded loudly, signalling the beginning of the last thirty seconds.

A rhythmic pounding could be heard around the area as if feet were stomping in unison.

Pound!

The snarls and chains grow louder and louder with each passing second.

Pound!

Screams of pain are distant, but eerily prolonged.

Pound, pound!

Lights flicker inside each room, switching between red and white at a slow pace before they start to speed up.

Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound!

The ambience grows to a near deafening decibel and before long, the timer's up. A dead silence takes over the area as expectant gazes land on each other. 

Will you fight, or bow down to your new king?

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God Save Us All | Chapter 2.

After the first room, Roman intended on leaving them with a false sense of confidence, but what lied ahead in the second room was anything but simple. The second door opened, revealing a darkened room; a stark difference between the overly fluorescent lights of room number one. Noises could be heard within ranging from bestial grunts on chain links to cries coming from beneath the floor. The lights flickered on to reveal a nearly identical room, but this one held no gun or child, but instead, one large glass case located on the other side of the room. 

“Welcome to room number two, grunts. Rules are simple. One of you will be blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed inside your case. Your partner’s job is to get you out before the timer ends, solve the second puzzle and leave before I gas you,” came the same gruff voice from the speaker on the wall. A cacophony of inhuman, demonic laughter can be heard from the background. “For some extra fun, both of you will also be facing your worst nightmares. Have a little fun with this one-- oh! And don’t die!” Static greeted the contestants with a slow hum before the glass doors seemed to open by themselves, offering a cold embrace to the contestants. 

“Side note,” came the voice again. “It’ll be no fun if any of the vampires decide to take the risk. So, everyone who’s not a vampire will enter the case just to add a sense of urgency to your task. The main goal here is to test how you fare with close spaces and more reasons to rush. You don’t have much time, so let’s get this party started.” The lights suddenly go out and return with a heavy black lighting to reveal the wall to the left covered in the symbols, this time a little different from the ones faced in the first room. The timer has started.

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God Save Us All | Chapter 1.

There’s a sickly sweet smell of copper wafting through the air around you as the familiar scent of death engulfs your senses. Frantic murmurs turn to pained screams as the lights burning around you fade to a hazy glow. For what seems like an eternity, your eyes struggle against the heavy fluidity of the night around them and then eventually--- everything plunges into darkness.

Perhaps you've stayed like that for what felt like hours. Gone in the subspace of the distant sounds of mumbles, screaming and a familiar laugh. You blink into consciousness, still sitting exactly where you’d been prior--- had the same place been a large round table in the middle of the spacious restaurant. Your skin burns against the tight ropes, searing into your flesh as all eyes seem to be on you. The array of familiar faces is comforting, but it doesn’t last long as slow realisation pulls you back to your senses.

"Aaaaand the last contestant has woken up which means we can finally stop fucking around and get on with the show!" Called a husky but elated voice from what seemed to be emitting from the ceiling above. Before you can formulate a sentence, an equally angry voice rises through the air. "Rosie, baby? Can you stop yelling? Daddy's speaking." Came the voice again, an obvious smile lacing his words.

"Fuck you!" Came the response. For a moment, you try to force yourself awake, as if this was nothing more than a lucid Hell dream, but these ropes are real. Your groggy state might’ve said otherwise, but you knew this was real. This was happening.

"I'd like to welcome you all to The Funhouse! Where I spent a good portion over the last week assembling this magical and delightful place you're all expected to have a wonderful time playing house with your assigned teammate as you dodge death and figure out my puzzles!" The mic gave a near deafening feedback, a small laugh heard from underneath it. "So, shall I explain the rules of the game? Sitting next to you is your designated teammate. You will work together to get out alive. If one of you dies, the other will, too. So remember that teamwork is a key element in this game, grunts." He chirped, the glimmer of a low voice in the background catches your attention before it fades away to be met by another laugh. "Each team will be placed in identical rooms for all rounds. Simultaneously, you will have to find your way out of that room before the timer's up. You figure out the puzzle and get out on time, I don't burn your teammate to the ground." A rhythmic tapping could be heard from around the room. "The timer's for me. You will be prompted with mood lighting and prerecorded audio to simulate a sense of urgency, so it’s best you work quickly. There's a big, beautiful reward for you all at the end of this. Now! Shall we move onto teams?

"Catalina! You and Sabrina the teenage witch are husband and wife. Don't actually fuck each other, please. We don't need Nolan crying to me again. Especially the way he did. Who knew he liked wearing women's underwear underneath that gorgeous suit?" He added with another soft chuckle. "Seth, was it? You and my Rosie will be pairing up. Counting on you, buddy. Keep my daughter safe." Came another taunting remark. "So sorry Remy. Did you think I was gonna let you pair up with that darling fiancé of yours? No dice, sunshine. You get to play house with my youngest, Daisy! You've met already, right? Don't let her sadomasochistic personality throw you off, short-stack. I’m sure both of you will be swapping secrets and braiding each other's hair in no time!" He announced, another humorless chuckle coming through.

"And last but not least, Baby Doll Chrissy and Baby Boy Nolan," he hummed in a musing manner. "My favourites." Nolan sneered, still trying to hopelessly rid himself of the vervain ropes on his arms, quickly losing the required stamina needed to continue. "Counting on you, Baby Doll. He gets hurt--- so do I." The voice dipped deep, almost sultry. Menacing would've been the more appropriate word. What could only be heard as the mic dropping, feedback echoed throughout the room before silence replaced it.

"You guys okay?" Nolan grunted, adjusting his arms slightly out of discomfort as he blinked against the harsh spotlighting.

"Oh!" The voice surfaced again. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid there will be no time for pleasantries as we are on a tight schedule. You'll get plenty of time to talk in your assigned room, so please, be patient. Staff members are required to untie you and bring you to your first rooms, so your cooperation is very much appreciated!" With that, the black engulfs your vision once again, but this time by the new smell of an Egyptian cotton bag thrown over your head. As your arms are freed, you’re pulled to your feet, escorted through what seemed like an intense labyrinth of hallways and doors. As the cold, brisk evening air of the night hits the bag, you’re stopped. The bag disappears in a blink to reveal a heavy, metal vault-like door in front of you. To your side, is your teammate. The door opens with a heavy creak to the reveal the first room before you’re immediately shoved inside. In front of you, there is a single gun situated in a showcase and a single chair located against the opposite wall with a smaller body residing in it. Small whimpers can be heard through the heavy fabric of the same black bag that was on yours, over their own head. It is a child. The timer has started.

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She pulled away, looking up at him for a moment and wondering if he was actually being serious. “Roman, I… I want to believe this is all real but I know you, I know your games. You manipulate people into believing you’ve changed when you’re still the same person” she explained with a sigh. “I need to go stay at a friends tonight, I need to think of something” she said, backing away from him and getting her phone out to text nolan.

As she pulled away, he attempted to follow only to come to a hard stop as her words played out in front of him. Blinking, he pulled back to his original position, removing his hands from her waist before giving an understanding nod. The complete 180 threw him off, but maybe it was best they keep this where it was at. Patience was key. 

“Of course,” he backed off, letting his arms fall to his sides. “I got some work to do anyway. I’ll have one of my drivers downstairs wait for you. They’ll take you anywhere you need to go.” Glancing back at her, he turned, heading back for the bedroom to put on some more clothes. Maybe it was for the best seeing as tonight would be the night his daughters would be in the same room in decades. He couldn’t worry about anything other than what tonight held in store for all of them.

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He was letting her go? If she would have known better she would have chalked this up to it being an act, that he wanted her to leave so he could use an excuse to kill Nolan. But the look in his eyes, the emotion he was actually showing made her believe his words. But as he finished talking, she couldn’t help but start to laugh. Tears staining her cheek, she began to laugh harder, unable to stop herself. “I’m sorry,” she said, the tears continuing, “that was incredibly cheesy” she told him, gently taking his hand in hers, “now save the movie quotes for some girl who buys it” she said before leaning forward, pressing her lips against his

Roman matched her laugh, knowing full well he just coated this dense situation in molten cheese, but he couldn’t help but agree with her. Most lines like that would work wonders on willing patrons who lapped up romance like no tomorrow. He knew Cat was a different sort of creature, so they could smile and laugh about these things. Make fun of those who bought so easily into the cold-pressed underbelly of snooze-enforcing romances. Meeting her lips with his own, he grinned beneath them, holding her by her waist.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mumbled, taking her back in. In that moment, he remembered centuries worth of time spent together. The kiss brought back a million memories of running off in the middle of social gatherings to confess their love in hidden corners and darkened stairwells. She tasted familiar. An eternity of reforged promises broke through and starts burst behind his eyes. She tasted like home.

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She was quiet, not even wanting to retort back to him. When her heart got the better of her it was hard for her to even joke around and now was definitely one of those moments. “Yeah,” she nodded, watching him vamp back into the room. Taking off her ring, she played with it for a moment before handing it to him. “I will stay with you like I promised, for the safety of Nolan, but I don’t think we should be engaged. Don’t argue with me on that one, okay?” she said, kissing his cheek before walking over the couch

Roman frowned, tracking her all the way back to the disheveled couch before he strut over to meet her before she could get to it. Taking her arm, albeit it a little more force than he meant, he spun her around to meet his gaze.

“Page fourteen, section twenty-seven,” he said suddenly. “Under the unlikely circumstances that I, Mr. Guerra, terminate the contract signed by the employee, it is only under one of nine agreements it may be void. Lack of capacity, mutual mistake of fact, unlawful consideration or object, agreements without consideration, agreements in restraint of trade, uncertain agreement, impossible acts, and an agreement that contingents on an impossible event--” he trailed off, hand reaching up to caress her face. “And nine-- an act of mercy through unprecedented circumstances, such as falling in love.” Letting his hand fall naturally, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. “Go, Catalina. Go back to Ashbourne and be with your son. You’re free,” he reiterated, a pained look overtaking his usually cool facade. “You can go home, Cat--- and I won’t touch him.” In truth, he didn’t want her to leave. Everything was starting to get better. They were starting to get better--- but he made her a promise.

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She watched to see if he was actually a hybrid and once she saw the veins she couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the sight. She had never seen anything like this and was wondering what exactly would cause something like this to be born. “No, it doesn’t matter, though living blood tastes much better then blood from a deceased person. And blood from the vein is better then from the bag, but right now I don’t want you killing innocent people,” she sighed before nodding, a weak smile growing. “I’m fine, I was just worried, that’s all” she said, sure it was some sort of a lie but she wasn’t going to tell him that

Roman furrowed his brow once more, getting to his feet before approaching her. As he stood in front of her, he placed a hand to her forehead, frowning. 

“Catalina De Santis,” he said after a moment, the same warm but playful smile toying at his lips. “Worried about Romanio Idoni Guerra? You sure you’re feeling okay? I didn’t accidentally bite you, did I?” He teased, walking into the next room to throw on some boxer briefs before vamping back in. “I guess you know what this means, right?”

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As she grabbed a good handful of blood bags, she made her way back into the room just as she heard Roman talk about him and his beta having sex. Why was it hurting as much as it did? It was obvious on her face that she was hurt but she tried her hardest to play it off as if it was nothing. “Thanks, Joe,” she smiled, gently kissing his cheek. “I can take it from here though, I’ll let you know if something happens though, I promise” she reassured him as Joe nodded and walked out of the room. “I need you to drink those, I’m not sure if you’ve fed or not” she sighed, sitting on the bed as she looked down at her lap.

“Stubborn, but we made it work.” Nodding, he felt her lips touch his cheek and he let out a gentle noise of surprise. Roman sat up, completely nude aside from Joe’s jacket covering his nethers. Glancing at the blood bags, he sighed audibly, disdain washing over his face. He’d completely forgotten about the whole blood drinking thing, but as far as he was concerned, it was gonna be his new life as a hybrid. He just had to get used to it. Taking one, he tore into the corner with his teeth, tipping the bag back into his mouth before an unfamiliar feeling replaced the disdain. Veins formed below his eyes and he downed the rest, not spilling a drop before moving onto the next-- and then the next. Letting out a satisfied breath, he tilted his head up with a smile. 

“Is it important to know the bloodtypes of who I feed on? Does it matter or does it all taste like this?” Tossing the empty bag away from himself, he glanced over to Cat, concerned. “Hey, you good? Look, I was gonna save you some, but I didn’t realise how hungry I was. We can always go get more.”