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Unbowed - 3 (Sinners 2025)

Each night I lied awake staring at the empty space on my bed. Each morning there were fruits and vegetables left for me by the Choctaw residents. There would be a few dollars left at the bottom of the baskets. They were so grateful. Some of my neighbors from the church came to check on me as well give me some food they made.

At night I’d hear the clamping of horse hooves. Chayton. He would watch over my home during certain hours of the night. I’ve told him he didn’t need to but he was insistent in doing so. I was at a very vulnerable moment in my life and he felt it was his duty as chief to protect me like he’d protect any one of his tribe.

Sometimes it wouldn’t be him but Kene or the other men of his tribe. I was grateful for them.

Normal POV

Chayton was sitting quietly in his tent outside his home his face marked and his eyes closed as he began to hum lowly in this throat.

There were many ways for he and his warriors to hunt the demonic blood drinkers who plague their lands. They would first track them using spiritual sensing. Only a rare few have this ability to use dreams or even visions to sense disturbances.

He also used physical signs like vultures in the area to determine if a demonic force was in the area. If a vampire was wounded and hiding he tracked them like his people tracked deer but looking for blood trails using a bone powder his people created to show unnatural movement.

Although it was night out, and he always enforced the rule that his people be heavily wary at night, he refused to fear it. It’s what made him the leader he was. His visions were clearer during the night. During the day his body and mind were tired from the labor he did with the others including farming, fishing and hunting. He and his other warriors sold their goods at local markets in town. But at night he had more energy.

He continued chanting seeing a blue sky surrounded by clouds. An open field with buffalo roaming the lands. He sees a familiar house… her house. He had to make sure evil did not touch her home- did not touch her. Nysa, the new beginning.

His eyes twitch as he sees darkness looming over her house, the skies going dark and fires erupting around her house. She is screaming in her bed as she is infected by the hatred and horrors of the white man. Her beautiful skin is bubbling and peeling as if she was being set on fire, rope marks tighten around her neck as if she were being lynched even though no rope is physically around her neck.

Blood pours down her thighs as she is subjected to the rape of those monsters around her. His eyes suddenly open, they are dark as his brown eyes appear from the dark abyss. He knows what he must do…

Nysa’s POV

With some of the money saved, I decided to go to the market to get a few items for the house. One of my neighbors was kind enough to watch over my house in the mean time. It really wouldn’t take but a few rough men to come and demand my home is theirs if they see it alone.

White people have been stopping by hounding me and trying to scare me into selling the land to them. But with my shot gun always in hand they don’t try to force their way into my home yet… I’m walking through the grocery store of Bo Chow’s store.

“Nysa?” I hear the soft southern tone of a familiar voice. I turn and see little Lisa standing there with a smile on her face and a basket in her hand.

“Oh Lisa hello.” I replied with a gentle smile. She holds up the basket to me.

“Daddy and ma and I are sorry about the passing of your husband. Daddy says if I were to see you I was allowed to give you a few things on the house.” She said. Her words made me smile more and I told the basket from her.

“Thank you Lisa.” I said gently. She nodded with a smile and turned to move back to the register. I left the store and began my walk back to my home. But it was a short walk as I hear a truck pulling up beside me and sitting inside is Chayton.

“Hello Nysa.” he said politely. I smiled softly at him.

“Hello Chayton.” I replied.

“Can I give you a ride ma’am?” he asked. It would definitely be appreciated with this heat. I nodded.

“That would be great.” I said and he stepped out of his truck and walked around the front with me. He opened the door and helped me inside. He was always wearing black gloves but I assumed it was just something he was used to what with fighting in the war. I placed my basket over my lap and he got back into the truck and began to drive.

“How are you?” He asked. I sighed softly.

“I’m alive.” I replied flatly.

“But you’re not living.” He said. I was quiet for a moment.

“I’m thinking of selling my home and moving to the colored neighborhood across town.” I said. He winced and looked at me.

“Do you have kin to stay with there?” He asked. I shook my head.

“No. My only family was my husband… and women can’t own land and the government will soon come and seize my home if I don’t sell soon. But only whites have come to my home trying to make me sell. None of the colored folk want to rent the land because it’s too far from their neighbors and whites are only coming because they want to make money off the field.” I replied. His eyes darkened.

“Have any of them tried anything? Tried to harm you or your home?” He asked his voice stern. I shook my head.

“Not yet.” I replied with a fearful tone. Chayton looked ahead and nodded before slowly his truck down on the side of the road. I looked around mildly confused at what he was doing, and he finally turned to me.

“Nysa… your land still borders more on Choctaw lands meaning Choctaw men can own it… I would like to buy the land and home from you and you will stay in your home and heal from your loss.” He said.

My eyes widened at his words. He would buy my home. The words were caught in my throat of what to even say so he continued.

“If you will allow my people to hunt, fish, and farm the land, whatever profit I get will go to you. I only ask that I be allowed to stay in your home so that I may protect you. Anyone seeing a woman alone can form dark heinous thoughts, and I will not let you succumb to such horrors.” He said. His words made me tear up.

He just had the answers it seemed and it made sense. I did need a man around the home it couldn’t be helped. My survival depended on it. I nodded wiping tears from my eyes.

“I would be overjoyed if you bought my home Chayton.” I replied gently. He smiled and gave my leg a gentle pat.

“Good. I am glad you agree.” He said before driving his truck back on the road.

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MY SMART GIRL

tutor!kook!pope x bambi!reader

WARNINGS: light academic dumbification, teasing, tension, praise, pope being smug, slightly possessive vibes, makeout at the end

AUTHORS NOTE: credits to kook!pope: @princessbrunette and @starfxkrinc !! also divider is made by me! also i know the math in this fic is for middle school but yeah!

he’s explained the formula three times.

you’re trying. god, you are. but your pencil is starting to slip between your fingers, your eyes blurry, your knees tucked under the desk like they’re holding you upright.

pope’s voice is calm. steady. kind of too calm for someone watching you struggle over the same algebraic expression for twenty minutes.

“baby.”

your head snaps up. “i’m listening,” you say quickly. too quickly. like you’re expecting him to scold you.

he doesn’t.

instead, he smiles. soft, amused. the kind of smile that makes your stomach flip.

“i know,” he says, voice warm. “but you’re listening with your cute little puppy face. not your brain.”

you blink at him. scandalized. “what does that mean?”

“it means,” he hums, tapping your notebook, “you’re staring at the page like it’s gonna sprout legs and walk you through the equation.”

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

he leans in, close enough for his shoulder to brush yours. “not a bad thing,” he murmurs. “makes me feel important.”

your voice is quieter now. almost shy. “so… if the exponent is negative—”

“it goes in the denominator,” he says, already circling the number. “it’s like… when something’s not ready to be on top, it goes underneath. it submits.”

you stare.

“that’s your academic example?” you ask, heat rising in your cheeks.

he shrugs, not even bothering to look sorry. “it’s memorable, isn’t it?”

you squint at him. “you’re insane.”

“but you’ll remember it now,” he says, smug. “you don’t have to get it my way. you just have to let me teach you.”

you let out a breath. one that sounds a little too much like i want to kiss you.

then, softly: “it’s hard when you’re so smart.”

he smiles again. different this time. quieter. a little dangerous. “not smart,” he says. “just really obsessed with your confused face.”

you stop breathing for a second.

he tilts his head, watching you like he’s memorizing your reaction. “look,” he adds. “let’s try from the bed. maybe the desk is too stiff.”

and maybe you’re too dazed to argue. or maybe you like the way his hand lingers at the small of your back as you sit down.

but you nod. and then it gets worse.

because now he’s behind you, thighs bracketing yours, his textbook on your lap like it’s innocent, like his breath on your neck isn’t making your thoughts evaporate.

you’re trying. again.

you get halfway through the question.

“pope…”

his hand rests low on your stomach, thumb brushing under the hem of your shirt. “yeah?”

“i can’t.”

he hums against your shoulder. kisses it, just barely. “you can. you’re my smart girl, right?”

you nod. slow. dizzy.

“say it.”

“i’m your smart girl,” you whisper.

and he grins. so proud. so smug.

he kisses your cheek. your neck. your jaw.

but you shake your head, still fixated on the textbook.

“i’m gonna get one,” you mumble. “watch.”

he leans back, hands raised like he’s letting you drive. “go ahead.”

you reread the question. your lips move, murmuring something under your breath, and then—finally—you circle the right answer.

you turn to look at him, triumphant.

he’s already looking at you like he wants to ruin your life.

“look at you,” he breathes. “that brain does work after all.”

“shut up,” you whisper, grinning.

“make me.”

you don’t get the chance—because his hand finds your chin and tilts your mouth up to his before you can think twice.

he kisses you like he’s been waiting all night. like you’re the answer to something he didn’t know how to ask. like he needs you soft and sweet and pressed up against him in his stupid boat shoes and pressed polo and smirking mouth.

and when you finally break away for air, a little breathless and dazed, he tucks your hair behind your ear and murmurs, “still think you’re bad at math?”

you shove the textbook off the bed.

“i think i’m bad at focusing when your with me.”

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Unbowed - 2 (Sinners 2025)

I watched as members of the Choctaw community and friends from the colored side of town, carried the sealed coffin toward the ground placing him in the ground. Some members of the church would sing a few hymns, then some of the Choctaw would chant and sing. All the while, my world was silent.

How will I survive without my husband? I have no money to my name; I took care of the small home we had. People will come to take the land. We could read and write, but I wouldn’t understand the big words people will come and tell me in order to swindle me out of my home. Elderly black women came and hugged me offering any resources they had to help me get by.

I didn’t have kids, and I wouldn’t gain any help from the government being not only a single woman with no kid, but a colored woman too. I feel the hand of Chayon on my back, and I looked at him. His eyes were soft and kind as he looked me over.

“Nysa.” he said gently. I looked up at him and nodded.

“Chayton.” I said softly. “Thank you for being here, you and your people. It really means a lot to me.” I said, and Chayton nodded.

“Of course. If there is anything you need anything at all, we are here for you.” he said. A young Choctaw man approached wearing black like the rest. He had innocent eyes, but I’ve seen him riding his horse around with Chayton and a few others in the past.

“Oh Nysa, you remember my cousin, Kene.” he said. I nodded gently.

“Yes of course, hello.” I replied, and Kene leaned in arms out and he embraced me.

“Nysa, I am so sorry for your loss.” he said. Every hug I received felt so welcomed and warmed. My heart still breaks however when they say it.

“Thank you.” I said gently trying to smile and show my appreciation, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile, not anymore. My reason for smiling is being put in the ground. The sound of a truck approaching made the three of us turn toward the road to see a pickup truck approaching. A white couple was in it. Chayton and Kene’s eyes harden on the truck, their eyes showing mistrust.

“Friends of your husbands?” Chayton asked his voice low, and his eyes hard. I could see the couple inside. Max and Wendy Arson. They were from way on the other side of town. They moved from the city and had money.

“They’ve talked at my husband before.” I replied softly. My husband had to water down his skills of furniture making when it came to white folks. We didn’t trust them at all. Their hatred gets the rest of us killed.

“Doesn’t sound like friends to me.” Chayton said the obvious disapproval in his tone. I gave the two men polite nods and excused myself to go see what this couple wanted. I approached the truck and while Mr. Arson got out the truck, Wendy stayed in her spot. The man took his hat off and placed it to his chest.

“Afternoon Miss Nysa.” he said. I nodded gently at him.

“Hello Mr. Arson… Mrs. Arson.” I replied. The woman nodded.

“Nysa.” She said.

“The missus and I wanted to pay respect to your husband… he was a good boy.” he said. I felt my heart in my hand at his words.

“A real good boy.” Mrs. Arson said with her nose in the air. I kept my eyes down and nodded.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Arson.” I replied, although heavily mourning, I still had to show my respect.

“We wanted to come and see if you’ve made any arrangements about the property and the house…” he said. I nodded glancing up at him.

“Talkin’ with kin about those matters, sir.” I replied. He nodded.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be in need of a job… we’re looking for a maid to tend to our house. Maybe you come by and work a few hours, make some money to stay afloat.” he said. I felt like I would throw up. I wanted to outright reject him. How dare they show up here during such times.

“Thank you, sir. I will have to think about it.” I said trying to sound gracious and grateful. I see Mr. Arson look over my shoulder and his chest tightens some. Before I could wonder what, the matter was, Chayon was there. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. Mrs. Arson doesn’t hide her curiosity of the tall Choctaw. She squirms a bit in her seat, and I looked up at Chayton.

“Service is continuing ma’am. Would you folks like to join us?” he asked looking at the couple. Mr. Arson placed his hat on his head giving him a dismissive look.

“No.” was all he said, and he began to get into his truck. Chayton doesn’t look away as the couple drives away. He then looked down at me and I looked up at him.

“What did they want?” he asked finally removing his arm from my shoulder.

“To pay their respects and offer me a job.” I said lowly. His body stiffened and he turned me back toward the service. We had a reception at my home where many women were in my kitchen cooking and talking. I sat down in the living room while many came to talk and sit with me. Some spoke about how they met my husband.

“He saw one of my cows going into labor and came to help bring my calf into the world.”

“He gave me son his very first dresser. He ain’t never have one of those before. Charged me only 5 dollars.”

“One of my horses got free and nearly hit his truck, he managed to get the wild beast back to my farm.”

I felt my heart sinking into my stomach, but slowly hearing the stories made me… content. Miles was a great man, even in a world that was trying to destroy him, he found a way to see the light in the darkness of Jim Crow. Seeing these people talk about him shows me how good of a man he was not just to me, but to others. Chayton spoke a few words and many quieted to listen.

“Miles Carrington was a good a man. I first met him coming back from… a very scary journey one night. I was being hunted a pack of wolves, and I was outnumbered. But I see the lights of a truck, and he appears. I tell him to get to safety that these wolves are very dangerous, but he takes out his shot gun ready to defend me until my tribesmen came to ward off the wolves. I asked him what a carpenter was doing out so late in the dangerous world of the night…” he said and looked at me with a strong gaze. “And he said he was bringing his wife home her favorite sweets from the store. She was having a bad day, and he wanted to get her something nice.”

Tears streamed down my face as I remembered Miles coming home that night with my favorite chocolates, because the garden that I was trying to start was failing miserably. Chayton looked down some.

“Miles Carrington was not just a good husband, but he was a good human being, and I was proud to call him my friend.” he said.

My eyes closed softly as tears streamed down my face. Many gently patted and rubbed my shoulders in support.  Chayton raised his glass.

“To Miles.” he said.

“TO MILES!” everyone said in unison. Everyone ate, talked and eventually left. The last people remaining was Chayton and his band of men who stuck around. I walked Chayton to my door and looked up at him.

“Thank you again for coming Chayton.” I replied. I had said that sentence so many times, it felt meaningless at this point. He nodded once.

“Of course… will you be alright here on your own?” he asked. I wanted to say yes, but we both know I didn’t know anything right now.

“I have a shot gun, and I know how to use it if needed.” I replied. He nodded gently.

“Me and some of the tribe will be looking in on you. I don’t feel right leaving a woman here on her own… God knows what evil would love to pray on mourning women.” he said. I nodded thankful for his kindness.

“I appreciate that Chayton… I don’t want to put you out, your tribe is a priority, I don’t mind being last on that list.” I replied. He shook his head as I spoke.

“You and your husband were always welcome on our reservation, and that will not change now.” he said. I nodded and gave a warm smile before he leaned in and embraced me. I felt the tightness of his arms around me, and I leaned up and embraced him back.

“Thank you.” I said softly, his foresty scent wafting through my nose. He pulled back and nodded.

“Lock your doors, let no one into your home.” he said, a gentle warning, which of course would make sense. No strangers needed to know I was here by myself.

“Of course.” I replied as I walked him to the door and finally the last guest of the house left.

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"I'd keep my eyes Bonnie if I were you," Katherine said."Klaus has an obsession with witches, always surrounding himself with them, it wouldn't surprise me if he went after Bonnie to add her to his little collection of witches"

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Unbowed - 1 (Sinners 2025)

Nysa Carrington and her husband, living in the Jim Crow south, move to a piece of land close to the Choctaw Indian Reservation In the Mississippi Delta and grow a familial bond with the Choctaw chief Chayton Black Elk and his people. When tragedy strikes Nysa's world, she must come to rely on the community around her for survival. Chayton, knowing the true evils that lie in the darkness of the world, takes on the responsibility of caring for her through these dark times. However through grief grows a passionate love and bond between them that cannot be broken by hateful nor supernatural forces.

Readers discretion: Since this is the Jim Crow south... there will be racism and racial slurs... and there will also be heavy sexual themes.

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Author's Notes

This is the first chapter of the next Sinners fic i'll be working on, but I am not posting more until The Shade Between Us is over. But i wanted to get this out in the universe XD Enjoy!

1932 – Mississippi Delta

Miles Carrington always had a bad heart. Sometimes coughs would have him a bit weak in the legs and other days they’d knock him off his feet and keep him in bed for days. But he was my husband, my lover, my friend. Our home was settled in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Miles is a carpenter. He builds many things and sells them to the colored people in town. We had moved from Arkansas to start a new life. Of course, hardly anyone would sell to coloreds, but we managed to find a small piece of land with a lake in the back. I’d say the only thing that unnerved me was that it was very close to the Choctaw Indian reservation. I’ve heard so many things about the reservation, that the tribes weren’t friendly to strangers.

It's bad enough people don’t like coloreds as it is. I was worried they’d try and run us from our home. Whenever I was sweeping the porch, I’d see some of them walking down the road, sometimes driving. They never said anything so that made me feel a bit better. When they looked our way, I never made eye contact. Miles was always the more positive one. Most of the stores we visited were owned by the natives. When we’d go to the small market areas, he’d happily introduce us and even make small talk with the folks. I was the shy one, never wanting to talk to anyone.

Through time, we managed to make a good impression on our neighbors. They would invite us to get togethers, and Miles would even make things for them like some dressers or shelves. In return they’d bring us vegetables and fruits that they grew on their land.

It was actually very nice getting to see them and talk to them.

One morning I was bringing a load of laundry to the lake bent on washing our clothes. As I drew near the lake, I could see a figure further down, more so the back of a man. He has shoulder length black hair, that’s all I could make out. He was obviously bathing in the water, singing or chanting. I didn’t want to bother him, but I couldn’t help but be curious of this man’s voice. I sat down on my knees and started my task at hand using my soap to wash the clothes. Many of the Choctaw use the lake. Miles figures it is their land and they could fish and swim in it as much as they pleased.

“Good morning, ma’am!” I jump a bit as I hear the deep voice of the man from the other end. He was facing me now. He had a rugged and firm appearance from what I could see along with a broad chest with some muscles on his arms.

“Good morning, sir.” I replied lightly.

“I’m Chayton Black Elk… you’re my neighbor’s wife.” he said. I wasn’t expecting him to want to converse with me. I nodded.

“Yes, I’m Nysa Carrington.” I replied politely as I washed the clothes.

“Nysa… never heard such a name.” he said. I only nodded.

“Yes, it means new beginning.” I said as I brought my focus back to my clothes. I see ripples in the water, and I gasped as he’s now standing closer, waist deep, in the water. He wasn’t too close, but it definitely made the air tighten in my lungs.

“That’s a beautiful name.” he said with a nod, hair slick back. His voice is calmer, more collected. I only nodded avoiding eye contact and keeping my eyes on my own clothes. It’s not really good manners to be all open and exposed in the chest next to a married man’s wife. People could start talking. Chayton catches my uneasiness and slowly backs away. “I’m sorry for bathing here unannounced. I was just finishing up.”

“It’s alright.” I said gently glancing at him.

“I’m the chief of the reservation your husband and you have visited. My people have really appreciated your husband’s furniture. The whites don’t do business with us when it comes to such things. Your husband is good at making them.” he said. I was a bit stunned at the man’s position.

“You’re the chief?” I asked. He gave a firm nod.

“Does that surprise you?” he asked. I glanced up at him and then back at the clothes.

“I thought chiefs were older men.” I said. He cracks a small smile.

“I’m thirty-six… some would say that’s pretty old.” he said. I kept washing my clothes and nodded.

“Yes, I guess so.” I replied glancing up at him then back at my clothes. He gives a nod and steps back in the water.

“Well Mrs. Carrington, it was nice to meet you. You enjoy your morning ma’am.” he said. I smiled politely and nodded.

“You as well Mr. Black Elk.” I said, and we both went about our business. I keep a mild watch of him to ensure he doesn’t quietly come back over like he did before. He then begins to get out of the water, and I catch a glimpse of his backside, and I immediately look away.

“Jesus.” I mutter.

Months passed and the heat rose in the daytime. Miles and I had decided to invite the Choctaws over for a little get together of music and food and swimming. I honestly didn’t expect many to come over, but they did. Miles’ always had a way about him, that just makes people trusting of him, liking his character. I had made what food I could. I had baked ham and turkey and numerous sides. Some of the Choctaw women came with food of their own sharing their culture with us. The elders spoke and smoked long pipes, and the young played with long sticks with a ball on the floor. I spoke with the men and women, and we talked about our hair and how we managed it in the heat. I had my curls flowing down my back in a long braid.

Everyone was having a good time. Miles was talking with Chayton and a few others. Most of the other black folks didn’t come around often even if I invited their wives for tear and biscuits. I wasn’t sure if they liked the Choctaw or were just wary of them. But it felt nice talking to the women here. I was coming out of the house with a tray of biscuits when Miles approached me, his brow sweating some.

“Honey, I’m gonna join some of the others in the lake for a swim, you know cool off a bit from this heat.” he said. I looked him over warily touching his chest.

“Miles are you sure, your heart?” I asked and he smiled warmly and placed his hand over my chest.

“I’ll be alright.” he said and kissed my lips. I smiled at the warmth of them and nodded.

“Okay.” I replied, and he smiled and took the plate of biscuits over to the table before moving to follow some of the other men to run toward the lake removing his shirt on the way. Our celebration was in the back so everyone could watch over everyone.

“Mrs. Carrington.” I turn to see Chayton approaching with a warm smile. I smile back and nod.

“Hello Mr. Black Elk.” I replied. He smiled and nodded.

“This is a lovely party you and your husband threw. Thank you for inviting us.” he said. I smiled and nodded.

“Well thank you for coming… to be honest, I didn’t think anyone would show.” I said. He tilted his head quizzically.

“Why do you say this?” he asked. I shrugged some.

“I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think anyone cared enough about us to stop by.” I said. He nodded slowly looking around at everyone having a good time. I did the same looking out to the water seeing people swimming and laughing and having a good time. I saw Miles swimming and he waves at me. I smile and wave back.

“Even though everyone sticks to their own kind most of the time, you and your husband have really been nice to talk to. Your husband talks to downright anyone he can when he’s on the reservation. At first many thought he was strange, but he’s just a genuine human being and you don’t see that around here.” he said I nodded I agreement.

“Not in the south.” I agreed gently. After a moment I noticed many different faces came from the water. Miles must have still be swimming, so I didn’t worry about it.

“Well just know you and your husband are always welcome on our reservation no invite needed.” Chayton said and I looked up at him with a smile.

“Well thank you Mr. Black Elk. That’s mighty nice of you.” I replied, and he his rugged smile still on his features.

“Please call me Chayton.” he said. I nodded.

“Only if you’ll call my Nysa.” I replied. He dipped his head some and nodded.

“Deal.” he said. I smiled and looked out toward the lake again noticing it looked very empty, except for something floating out on the surface. It was a black back just floating there. My heart sank and my eyes widened.

“Miles?” I asked, and Chayton looked out at the water seeing what I saw. “MILES!” I start to run toward the water. Chayton calls for some men and now many began to look toward the water. I hold up my dress as I get into the water.

“MILES!” I scream as I feel the weight of the water dragging me down. Some men who were near the water already, are commanded by Chayton in their language. Many men jump into the water toward the floating body. Oh no! Oh god no! My heart is pounding so hard in my chest as the men get to the body. I cried out in pain and panic as they swim back over. Many women are pulling their children back as the elders began to move toward the edge ready to help if possible. Chayton and many other young men are pulling my husband from the water, and they finally get him on land.

“Give him some room!” Someone yells. Chayton lies him on his back, and I see his eyes are closed.

“Miles, baby please!” I cry out touching his face as Chayton presses on his chest trying to get the water out. I place my mouth over his breathing into him trying to get him to open his eyes. “Miles, come on baby open your eyes!”

Chayton continues to press on him, and I continue to breathe into him but nothing works. Chayton with deep and saddened eyes, looks at me.

“He’s gone Nysa.” he said. I lean back shaking my head quickly.

“No no no… Miles!” I screamed and leaned back screaming louder in sheer shock. “NO!” I grabbed his shoulders screaming as I touched all on his shoulders.

“Oh, my love! Miles oh GOD NO!” I scream touching his face as his eyes do not open to look at me. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Please!” I bawled heavily as strong arms grab me and bring me into Chayton’s chest as I cry out hard, hitting at his back to let me go. But they were weak attempts as I bawl into his chest. His hand gently fists into the back of my head to cradle and whisper to me.

“No! AAAHH!” I screamed into him as my vision blurs heavily from my tears. I had never felt such happiness and joy snatched away from in a matter of minutes. Why God… why would you take my husband from me?

Author’s Notes

Definitely don’t listen to Eclipse from Avatar 2 because you will cry like I did as I wrote this chapter.

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The Shade Between Us - 73 (Sinners 2025)

“Shoshanna… who is that other vampire who came to the house?” I asked.

“What other vampire?” Remmick asked.

“Johnny Darling… Draco’s first born vampire of his cult. He turned him a few weeks after our father’s death and sent him after me after they killed my wife… he’ strong, has the ability to grow very long claws. He was some mental patient who was a Satanist who sees Draco as his lord and savior.” Shoshanna said.

“He try anything on you?” Remmick asked with a glare as he glanced at me.

“No… although he would have had Shoshanna not shown up. He wanted to take me to Draco, most likely to lure you to him.” I said. The twins were looking out the window keeping an eye on anything suspicious.

“Why the hell is this vampire so obsessed with this maker of yours?” Smoke asked.

“He was the “first born son” to be given a taste of power and immortality. He hung off our maker’s every word and when we banded together to kill him to be free of his hive mind, well he didn’t like that too much.” Remmick said with a scowl. There was a brief silence.

“When you are all able to walk in the sun, what will you do first?” I asked.

“My ally gave us a list of all the properties Draco purchased. It’s safe to say his hoard of vampires would be hiding there until the night comes. We need to cut down his numbers first.” Remmick said.

“Won’t he just turn more people into vampires?” Stack asked. Shoshanna shook her head.

“No, he believes turning people to be a gift. Many all his cult members provide talents and skills worthy enough to be used by him and his hive mind.” she said.

“Well if we are lucky, we’ll only have four hours to check out at least one house, meaning we gotta me this hit count.” Smoke said. As the car began to drive into the city, we noticed something truly bizarre. Crowds of people were just walking in the streets looking dazed and lost.

“The fuck is this?” Remmick asked as some fo the people had their arms to the air.

“ESTELLE! ESTELLE!” they said. Our eyes widened as we hear them calling for me. Officers were trying to direct traffic while also trying to get these people off the street.

“They’re calling for you, Estelle.” Stack said as many people were at the streetlamps and on sidewalk.

“Maybe it’s a different Estelle.” I said creeped out by this.

“It’s our magic.” Remmick said. “Your choir like voice is ensnaring people, turning them into mindless zombies.”

“This could be a problem for us… Probably for the best you hold off on singing until this madness is over.” Shoshanna said.

“Agreed.” I replied.

It took us a bit longer to get downtown, but we arrived at the La Maison Etoilee hotel and after inviting our family in, we checked in at the front counter. Remmick held my bags, and the twins each held the leashes of our Corsos.

“Forgive me Mr. and Mrs. O’Connell, we have all your rooms ready, but due to some power issues, all of the power is out. We do have the bathrooms working-”’

“We’ll make do.” Remmick cut off the attendant who thanked us for our understanding before we all got our room keys and moved down to the elevators.

“You didn’t have to be invited in; you own this building?” she asked.

“I own many buildings so that I don’t have to be invited in if Estelle needs me.” he explained. Shoshanna nodded slowly as we all got on the elevator, and it began to go up.

“I’m assuming everyone is aware that if we have to talk to any of Draco’s human allies… we’ll have to kill them. No one can know Estelle’s blood allows us to walk in the sun light.” Smoke said.

“Duh.” Shoshanna said making the men glare at her. I couldn’t help but grin as the elevator doors opened and we all got out looking at the pitch-black hallway. Darkness was our ally.

“Let’s meet at our room thirty minutes before sunrise. Room 301.” Remmick said and everyone agreed before splitting up.

Normal POV

The room was quiet as Draco, having returned to Los Angeles was grinding up some ingredients, his coven chanting quietly around him.

“Papa! Papa did you hear!” Johnny asked entering his ritual room with happiness. Draco remained calm and relaxed as he nodded.

“Oh yes my son, I heard.” he said.

“An immortal human whose blood can allow vampires to walk in the sun! I can’t believe I didn’t grab her when I had the chance. I’m sorry.” he said with a playful pout. Draco poured the ingredients into a bubbling cauldron.

“Everything happens for a reason, my son. You would have been outnumbered, and I can’t have you fall to my brother and his band of misfits.” he said as he watched the boiling liquid inside the cauldron grow.

Draco knew his little brother would want to secure his house with the best technology to protect his wife. It was far too easy to have his human ally, William Monroe plant bugs in his house to watch and listen in on important discussion in the house. He couldn’t deny he did enjoy all the sex he saw more so watching his brother’s wife take cock more than anything. But now knowing what she was capable of on her own, yes, his vengeance could easily be put on the back burner in order to get her blood.

“They’ll be looking into all the houses you bought, just like you said.” Johnny said. The heavy cauldron was moved off the fire by his vampire hive and sat to the side. One of the hive members poured the liquid into a bowl and brought it over to Draco. The liquid boiled, steam coming from the bowl.

“And while they’re on their wild goose chase…” his voice trailed off as he closed his eyes as he began to drink the liquid inside. Johnny watched in awe as Draco’s red eyes began to shine, his skin starting to bubble and boil as it changed and morphed his entire appearance. Draco growled and bent over snarling as he began to change. The hive members watched in awe as their master’s body changed, and his skin color even changing. His shadow on the wall changed as his body and bones shrank to take on a different form entirely.

Finally, the bubbling skin evened out and became calm, the slick back hair turned into black curls, the stubble on his face even changed texture. Now he began to lean up and inhale as he turned to face his follower’s looking exactly like Remmick himself. He smirked.

“We’ll be continuing with the next phase of my plan.” he said, his voice an exact replica of that of the vampire he wished to destroy.

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"There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future." SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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Big Klonnie family has me by the throat recently so i had to get this out of my brain. idk might delete later. *Sorry if the formatting looks weird i've never posted something this big before*

In whatever universe this would be possible, Klaus and Bonnie have 6 kids and live in NOLA at the compound with the other Mikaelsons. They have 5 girls and 1 boy to Klaus’ surprise even though he is such a girl dad. Their kids are named Astrid Lucinda Mikaelson, Alexander Henrik Mikaelson , Annika (pronounced Ah-NIK-Ka) Mae Mikaelson, Cersei Helena Mikaelson, Victoria Faye Mikaelson and Edith Grace Mikaelson. Bonnie makes fun of him because he thought for sure they would have a son first, but it took 4 tries before they have their boy. Bonnie thinks its because the Bennett coven is matriarchal. Annika and Cersei are non-identical twins. The birth order is Astrid, Cersei and Annika, Victoria, Alexander and then Edith.

Annika and Alex seem to be more in tune with their wolf sides than magic. Annika can do magic, but her control is not very good, and she feels more comfortable only doing magic with her twin. She takes more after Klaus in terms in attitude and doesn’t like the idea of her family being separated for long periods of time. For example, Annika resented her Twin for wanting to go to a magical school out of the state. So far, the only thing pointing to Alexander being able to do magic is that he is very intuitive. Bonnie thinks if he really committed to magic, he could be good at divination in the future. Since they haven’t activated the Werewolf gene as kids, they have a shorter fuse than their siblings and are more pack oriented meaning they will often be more eager to hang with their family. They were clingy babies, for example Alexander did not take to no longer being the baby of the family very well when Edith came along. Especially because he was a momma’s boy. All the Mikaelson children are better athletically than other children.

Astrid is the family’s wallflower she can be a bit insecure, but she loves her family and would do anything for her siblings. She fears her own power being the first born Mikaelson of her generation. She works a lot with her mother and Aunt Freya to learn control.

Cersei is the sibling magic came most easily to at an early age and most interested in embracing her witch powers. She is always learning and pushing her siblings to better use their magic.

Victoria has a bit of middle child syndrome and gets along with Kol best. After a kidnapping attempt on Victoria when she was 7, she became obsessed with becoming strong enough to never feel scared and weak again even though her parents, aunts and uncles would never let anything happen to her ever again. The incident leads Victoria to growing up being one of the siblings with the loosest morals and willing to dabble in dark magic.

Edith is the charming, spoiled baby of the family. Everyone can’t help but dote on her. As a baby she had no interest in most people except Klaus and would cry for hours if he wasn’t holding her. It got so bad at one point Klaus had to carry her in a baby carrier even to his meetings. Edith can do magic but prefers to ask any of her sisters, aunt or mother to do magic for her. Baby girl wants a beignet, she sweets talks her aunt into summoning an entire tray of them.

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ᨳଓ PAIRING: PEARLINE x READER

APART OF THE OUTLAWED REDEMPTION II SERIES

— LOW!HONOR!PEARLINE, RDR2!SINNERS!AU, AFAB!BLACK!READER, SMUT.

word count: 2k+

The mission was simple. Rob the stagecoach before it reached Rhodes. The gang needed more money, everybody pitched in their half’s whenever they came across something good but it wasn’t enough. Smoke sent Pearline and Preacher Boy out on a job, Mary had heard from the Saloon on a night her and Stack were out.

Preacher boy glanced down at his gold plated pocket watch before clicking his tongue, “It should be here by now..” he sighed out, before pocketing the watch and patting the neck of his Chestnut Hungarian Half Bred horse, Lady.

“You ‘no patience, Preacher Boy?” Pearline teased with a smile as she stood beside him on her own Missouri Fox Trotter horse, Silver Dollar, her hat low on her head covering her eyes.

He chuckled, “Don’t start, you out of all people know, I have patience…” Pearline chuckled through the short silence but Sammie spoke again, “But something ain’t right.”

She cocked her eyebrow at him, “You sayin’ Stack, your cousin, overheard wrong?”

“Stack ain’t overhear nothing, Mary did and she bought it up. She’s worse than Stack when it comes to money. No danger in sight, just money.” He sighed out.

“Look, just because the arrival of the coach is a little off doesn't mean nothing, Mary said, they supposed to have some cash and bonds on the inside. Enough for the gang to leave! Take out the driver and the one guard and we are out of this town, boy!” Pearline exclaimed, tossing her hands in the air before dropping them back down to the reins of her horse.

“One guard, right?” He looked off into the distance, “Try two including the driver.” He nodded behind her towards the road.

Her head snapped down towards the road, Sammie was right. Four guards. Armed. One driver. And the side lantern was lit, meaning a passenger was on board. Which was a problem, Mary was sure they were only supposed to carry cargo.

“Shit.” Pearline drawled. “What we doing?” She glanced at Sammie.

He was quiet for a moment before hopping off his horse, going towards a brush and picking up a lone rock, they were a good distance and at a good height to watch the coach pass, it also gave them high ground.

Sammie went towards the edge of the cliff, crouching down, he pulled his arm back and waited. His brown eyes flashed gold before he snapped his arm forward, shooting the pebble at one of the back wheels of the carriage.

You sat humming a tune in the stagecoach, looking out of the window at the scenery when a loud crunching sound came from the right side and the back of the carriage went down.

You yelped as you slid down towards the right, “Woah! Woah!” You heard the lawmen escort holler.

“What the hell was that?!” The driver shouted, you heard his feet carry him towards the back where you were before the door opened, “Miss! Are you okay?” He was getting paid top dollar by your husband to safely transport you back to town.

“Yes but what was that? Did you hit something?” You asked, your boots hit the dirt road before traveling up front to where the lawmen were looking at the wheel. Perfectly lodged into where the wheel turns was a stone, never had a pebble been stuck like that, it was a metal stagecoach not one of the wooden cheap ones.

The longer you were out on the humid road, the more annoyed you became. The bottom of your dress and boots were already covered with specs of dirt and dust from when you had jumped out.

As the lawmen examined the wheel, you examined your surroundings and not far from you, you saw two people riding on horses towards you, a Black man on top of a Hungarian Half Bred, and a Black woman on top of a Missouri Fox.

Once they had gotten closer to your group, the first to speak was the black woman, “You folk in trouble?” Her voice was smooth like silk, her skin shined bright under the moonlight like she had put a fresh layer of shea butter on, you wonder if that’s what she smelled like.

When none of the men spoke up, too enhanced by the woman’s beauty but on edge with the man next to her, you stepped up, “just popped a wheel. Somehow my silly driver..” you looked towards the man how blushed deeply feeling more than one person's eyes on him. “Must have run over a rock and a piece of it is lodged into the turning axis.” You sighed out looking back towards the man and woman.

“He should be more careful driving, ‘specially at night. Names Pearline. This here is Preacher Boy.” She spoke with a grin, pointing towards the man beside her who tipped his hat towards you with a wink and a small smirk. You swore along with his skin, his eyes shined as well. Maybe you were seeing things.

“We’ll gladly help you, if you wouldn’t mind.” She continued on.

You smiled and nodded, quickly saying ‘yes’. Such kind people helped you even though you were strangers. But you wouldn’t complain, the quicker you were home. The better. Pearline’s grin widened with satisfaction that you agreed for them to help you. A pretty woman like yourself shouldn’t be waiting so long. She thought to herself.

Her and Preacher boy walked a few ways to the side to tie their horses to a tree before walking back towards you and your group.

“Wait, what you say your name was again?” Javier, one of the lawmen asked.

Pearline and Preacher Boy gave each other a look, not a look of nervousness or even worry. Preacher Boy had slight annoyance mixed with something else on his face. You didn’t know how to describe their expressions more but it started to make your stomach turn when Pearline looked back at Javier again with that sweet grin of hers.

“Pearline.” She repeated.

“No last name?” Javier questioned again, his hands resting on his hips near his gun belt.

“Why would my last name matter? We just helpin’ some good folks out.” Preacher Boy spoke this time.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with askin—” Javier went to say but you had cut him off before he gets too ahead of himself with questioning people.

“Javier! Please for the love of God, just let Preacher Boy help you!” You snapped. “Quicker for me to go home to my husband, quicker for you to head home to ya wife!”

Javier sighed out before eventually agreeing and just for a few minutes, he pushed the questions to the back of his head. Although the woman, Pearline and the man Preacher Boy, looked familiar, he couldn’t remember where from. Clearly that doesn't matter when it comes to your decision.

“Preacher boy can help yall better than me. He’s good with his hands.” Pearline nudged Sammie towards the men with a knowing look in her eyes.

“You ladies can sit inside while we fix the wheel, let us align the coach first.” The driver said before disappearing off behind the carriage, he returned with a large chest, laying it on the ground, “lift on the count of three?” The driver asked Javier and Preacher Boy.

“On the count of three,” Javier and Preacher Boy got into position lifting the coach up while the driver slid the box under it to level it out while they fixed the wheel and the ladies could sit comfortably. Javier was slightly out of breath from holding his side out while Preacher Boy breathed calmly, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth when needed.

“Preacher Boy must be strong.” You mentioned, mesmerized by his strength, clearly seeing the difference with who was struggling and who wasn’t. Not one drop of sweat, not one hesitation in his movements.

“Strong as a bull.” Pearline replied, biting her lip, watching not only Sammie but you as well. Her teeth sharper than the average person, nipped at her bottom lip drawing blood to which her tongue lapped up quickly. “You wanna see what he’s about?”

Your breath caught in your throat, snapping your eyes from Preacher Boy to the woman next to you, you gasped out, “See what he’s about? O-oh..no..” You a small nervous smile appeared on your lips, “I-I’m married..that would be sinful—”

“Happily?” Pearline cuts you off, stepping a bit closer into your space which you failed to notice at the time since you were confused by the question.

“Excuse me?”

“You said, you married. Are you happily married?” She giggled, looking down towards her hands, pulling her gloves off her hands and putting them in her carry-on she had on her hip.

Your mouth was slightly agape from her reckless question and what seemed to be a lustful gaze. You expected this from a man, from Preacher Boy. But a woman? A woman as beautiful and kind in front of you at the moment, you wished you weren’t married.

“Now, you ladies can wait inside!” The driver interrupted y’all’s talk. He grabbed yours and Pearline’s helping you two into the coach, making sure you were comfortable, “Won’t be too long, miss!!” He shuts the door and you both are in silence.

Two poorly lit carriage lights, one by the door and the other by the window, you both sat across from each other, stomach was in a ball of nerves as Pearline just sat calmly, staring directly at you like she sees something you don’t.

“Why are you lookin at me like that?”

“You never answered my question.” She reminded you, setting her purse aside. Her right leg crossed over her leg, she leaned forward, crowding into your space, resting her elbows on her knees. “You happily married? Or just married?”

You took a deep breath, why was it so difficult to tell her of all people? Strange woman, yes, but she was still a woman, she wouldn’t do no harm so why does your heart rate increase the more she stares at you with those brown eyes.

“Javier seemed interested in you..wanted to know your name.” You mentioned, changing the subject. “You must be wanted.” You joked making her laugh but she didn’t deny it.

“Well..I do tend to take things quite often..” she trailed off, making you go quiet, she looked around the inside of the stagecoach, it was very much closed off, giving whoever inside the privilege of privacy. Windows had shutters on the inside, clipped in place to keep it from folding back up, red and gold engravings were made into the cloth material wall, and the cushions felt like heaven. It didn’t take much thinking to know you come from a rich family or were married into one.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if there were a bounty on my head.” She shrugged off as if it was an everyday thing to her. “Wonder how much it is now.”

“What type of things do you take?” You couldn’t help but ask even though it was an inkling that she and Preacher Boy weren't here because of dumb luck.

“I take pretty things.” She simply smirked.

“Pretty things like this here stagecoach..” she gestured around, “pretty things like you..”

“You gon let me take you, girl?” She leaned forward in your personal space. Her scent was sweet just like her voice, she smelt of jasmine with a slight earthy smokey scent.

Whimpers and gasps filled the cart, your bare body shivered from her cold fingertips as they traveled downward past your chest, past your navel then reversing upwards dragging her sharped nails around your breast then latching her mouth onto your nipple. Pearline mewled over the taste of you, her fangs nipping your skin drawing tiny bits of blood, it was addictive like honey.

Your back arched off the material of your dress, gasping when she bit down harder, sucking the blood that poured out of the small fits her teeth made. The poor clothing was ripped straight down the middle, you still had your arms in their sleeves but Pearline had easy access to the rest of your body.

“You taste just as I expected…” she muttered against your breast, rolling her tongue in circles, suckling over your right nipple before switching over to your left.

“W-we shouldn’t—ah!“ You stuttered before letting out a cry as her fangs bit down then releasing licking her bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t what? Hmm?” She hummed, kissing down your stomach.

“We shouldn’t..I’m married..happ—“ The feeling of her lips and tongue, slurping, licking every inch of your folds, her tongue circled, spelling unknown words on your clit and all you could do was reach down and tangling your fingers into her hair, knocking her hat to the floor.

“Please..please..” You whined when her head shook side to side. Your back arched off the seat, pushing upwards, trying to get away. It all felt like too much, she was too much but you didn’t want her to stop, if anything you wanted more and more.

Pearline moaned against you, her arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to her mouth, “hmm, where ya going, pretty?” She murmured against your clit, making your body jerk.

Panting as she continued to eat you out, her hands gripped your chest, her thumbs circling and pinching both buds. You bit your lip to quiet your sounds until she softly nipped your clit with her fang which earned her a small sequel and another jerk making her giggled. Sitting up and placing a kiss to make up for it, she didn’t even give you time to process what was happening before you felt her fingers into you like nothing.

Your head fell back, gasping as she sunk two fingers to the hilt, your walls fluttered and it's almost as if she had explored your body before, finding and rubbing that spot that made spots of white appear in your eyesight. Her other hand had pushed your left leg upward towards your chest giving Pearline a full view of your cunt.

You felt cold and hot all at once as she pumped faster, fingers curling, you had no control over your sounds nor did you feel the embarrassment of not being quiet. Squirming, eyes shut, panting, hands trying to find a proper place to grab was all you manage to do. Her thumb flicking over your clit in an eight figure motion, you were close but what made you shatter was when she sunk her teeth into your thigh deeply and began drinking. Your moans were garbled and choked, body rocking with the motion of her fingers until you couldn't take any more and was shaking from oversimulation.

She released her fangs from your leg as you quivered from the release, you breathed heavily as Pearline crawled up your body towards now face to face with you. Droplets of blood dripped down her chin onto your chest. “Aw, maybe I took a ‘lil too much..” Pearline cooed, paying attention as your breathing got slower and the discoloration began on your skin.

“Drink…” you felt her pry your jaw open and something in between your lips then something continually dripped in your mouth until you had no choice but to drink. You moaned, with the little bit of strength you had, you pulled her wrist closer, drinking greedily. It almost tasted like wine with a slight copper taste.

“When you wake, I might let the others have a taste..”

Preacher Boy hopped onto the stagecoach, wiping his mouth with the handkerchief he took off one of the lawmen laying face first in the ground. Pearline peeked her head out of one of the windows, hat missing, hair wild, eyes dilated with blood drying on her chin.

“Whatchu waitin’ on? Ride before the sun rises! Ion feel like hearing Smoke mouth either, we already took longer than expected.” She cussed.

Ignoring her words, Sammie smirked and motioned towards his mouth with her pointer finger, “I’m guessing you..uh.. found that button, huh?” He chuckled as Pearline blushed and dipped back into the carriage.

“Shut up and drive!”

His loud laughter could be heard for miles if there was anyone still riding the road late this night, “Yes, ma’am.”

Taking control over the reins, he noticed a newspaper coincidentally being left open on the recent bounties lawmen put out. He couldn’t help but shake his head. He whistled and used the rope on the horses to get them going while balling the piece of paper up, tossing it into the dirt.

$$$ REWARD.

650.00. FOR THE CAPTURE OF—

PEARLINE MOORE. MEMBER OF MOORE GANG.

“THE BANDIT QUEEN”

WANTED FOR MURDER, ROBBING MULTIPLE STAGECOACHES BETWEEN BLACKWATER AND STRAWBERRY, MISSISSIPPI.

A BLACK PETITE, PRETTY WOMAN ABOUT 5 FT, 6 INCHES TALL. BROWN EYES, DARK HAIR. OFTEN WEARS THE CLOTHES OF A PROPER LADY.

CONTACT LOCAL LAWMEN IMMEDIATELY IF SPOTTED.

4EVA © MINES ᭝ usersorcerer ⋆ 2025

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The Shade Between Us - 71 (Sinners 2025)

I could see heavily armed figured approaching my home from the back and I opened the back doors and stepped back as my two hell hounds burst through the back, their paws heavy on the ground as they ran toward the heavily armed group of men. Their weapons fired on my dogs, but that didn’t stop their snarling forms from jumping and mauling two men easily ripping their bodies in half. I closed the door and locked it while the hive poured in from the forest joining in the massacre. Gun shots were going everywhere; the bullets made of silver piercing through the hive.

Athena runs up and jumps onto one man biting down on his entire upper body while Romulus comes up to grab the bottom half with his massive jaws and together, they rip the body apart. Bo runs up and jumps onto a man sinking his fangs into his throat as he gets him down on the ground. Another man runs up with a silver spike ready to impale Bo from the back, but Cornbread tackles him immediately knocking him down to the ground and ripping his throat out. Blood and screaming were coming from both sides as vampires and humans were killed. Limbs and blood were flying all around my back porch as the hives and my dogs and ate and devoured these men. Their weapons although effective, were no match for my dogs. My blood coursed through their veins creating demons stronger than ever. Yet they still recognize me and their daddy as their parents we raised from birth.

“Retreat!” one of them call as they begin to back away into the forest. Bo, covered in blood, looks at me and I look at him. He is asking permission. No mercy. He snarls and his body descends into the ground along with the rest of the hive. I moved out onto the back patio and Athena and Romulus were standing before me snarling and huffing and grunting as we watched the hive surprise these armed intruders before they can reach the tree line. These men fired upon them, yet they were still easily outnumbered by the hive.

This had to be a test. Draco was trying to test our power for sure to see who he was dealing with. Is that why he sacrificed so many men tonight? They were just humans. I turned around to move back into the house, only to gasp at the figure standing between me and the doors. My dogs growled turning to face this new threat.

He was young, with shoulder length blonde hair and a smile on his face as his own chin was covered in blood. He wore a white bell sleeve top and long colorful jeans. His claws and ears were adorned with jewelry along with his neck. He smiled wider showing his fangs.

“Well, hello there!” he said with a wave, his voice was light and polite. “I’m Johnny Darling! You must be the beautiful Estelle!”

I stiffened as he took a step closer making me take a step back. My dogs growled but also took a step back, watching the vampire.

“And what can I do for you… Johnny Darling? Come to cause trouble with your friends?” I asked. He chuckled.

“Me? No of course not! They were just means to an end! My papa sent me here to merely invite you to come with me to our beautiful manor across town!” he said. I sneered some.

“Your papa?” I asked. He nodded.

“Draco of course!” he gushed.

“And why would I do that?” I asked carefully. Johnny smirked.

“Well, you’re a big-time singer, and I’ve heard all your music so why wouldn’t I want the famous voodoo singer Estelle in our home! Plus, papa just got into hearing your music and well we think it would be easier this way to get Uncle Remmick to come visit!” he said happily. I sneered looking him over. The chanting in my head is pounding at my heavily, nearly hurting my head.

He’s dangerous, just like Draco.

“You’re one of his beloved members who he changed into a vampire… tell me is all of this revenge even necessary?” I asked. He looked at me stunned.

“Of course it is! Uncle Remmy killed our family, the one who created us all. An eye for an eye is what’s needed… and since Papa already has killed you once he’s decided he won’t kill you again… he’ll probably fuck you though, fuck you a lot. He likes exotic things, and an immortal Creole woman is quite exotic… and with a voice like yours…aahh I can see why you make him hard. Hell, I’m getting a little aroused just thinking of your voice.” he moans placing his hands on his cheeks and swaying some. I looked at him with absolute disgust on my face at his words. What the fuck! I backed away and my dogs snarled ready to attack. But something about him made me nervous, I didn’t want to let lose my dogs on him. His claws began to extend far, farther than I had ever seen on any vampire before.

My dogs growled lowly.

“You want her… you’ll have to get through me.” I heard a smooth voice say as I see a familiar figure now appear before me standing between us and Johnny.

“Shoshanna.” I said stunned. What was she doing here? She wore a long black dress, her hair long and in curls around her body. Johnny gasped.

“Hi Aunty! We missed you in Egypt!” he said with a wave. Shoshanna glared, pulling out two sickles from the band at her side. “You’ve been hiding for quite some time. Papa was going to leave you be, but now that you’re here, well I guess we can kill all of you here in Cali!”

Shoshanna glared harder.

“You will not take another life connected to my family.” she said lowly. Now Johnny’s happy go lucky smile dropped and a more sinister look played on his face.

“Like you killed my grandfather? You and Remmick don’t know the meaning of family!” he snapped.

“You gonna keep bitching or are you gonna do something about it?” she taunts. Johnny snarled and was about to move when a voice from inside the house gives us pause.

“Estelle!” It was Remmick. Johnny hisses knowing he’d be outnumbered and takes off onto the side of the house toward the forest. Hive members rise from the ground and go after him.

“See you later Estelle! I can’t wait to see you again!” he calls out with a playful laugh as he disappeared into the forest. I hoped the hive gets him. The door swings open and Remmick and the twins come out. Of course, upon seeing Shoshanna, Smoke draws his guns, and I move up beside her.

“It’s alright! She came to help” I replied. Remmick ran up to me quickly and embraced me.

“Jesus my gem, are you alright?” he asked. My dog’s monstrous hell hound forms had already shrunk back to their normal dog size, and they approached with barks and pants. I nodded.

“I’m fine. The hive and the dogs took care of most of the threat.” I said.

The twins approached immediately eyeing Shoshanna.

“You’re the sister I assume.” Smoke asked. She nodded.

“Your assumptions are correct.” She said. Remmick looked at her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. Shoshanna looked down some and then up at him.

“I came to help. For years Draco has getting better and better at hunting everyone else down. Now that he knows you’re here and where you live, things will get far worse, he will take everything from you, and he will hunt you across the country until he’s ready to end you. You all will not know peace if he remains alive. He has to die or you two will never be free of him.” she said firmly. I looked at Remmick and he nodded lowly.

“We learned a few things on our hunt out. Let’s get inside before the sun comes up.” he said and together the five of us went inside.

Author's Notes

A lot of these older vampire males are definitely lusting after Estelle because they still see her how many folks saw freed slave women hundreds of years ago. To them she's not human, just a woman who they can act out their lustful thoughts onto.

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Why make me feel this way on black people day 😔

Something something vampires have no reflection so he can't even try to see his brother's face anymore when he looks into the mirror

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