#real reggie kray

[martinandlewislive]

More of Frances , she was so pretty 💕💖

[makeshistory]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 :  𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒                ———                𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 , 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 . 𝑠𝑜 𝑖 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚 , 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 . 

REGGIE KRAY : 

◜⠀ ic | reggie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   if heaven is a place where the angels go then i know i’m going straight to hell  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ visage | reggie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   i am a plethora of blood ﹔  warm shadows， i want to feel holy  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ musings | reggie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   surely some revelation is at hand ﹔   surely the second coming is at hand  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ study | reggie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   i am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered  ﹗ ◞

RONNIE KRAY : 

◜⠀ ic | ronnie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   after the wolf was done eating the lamb ﹔   it gnawed its bone to dust  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ visage | ronnie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   half gods are worshiped in wine and flowers ﹔   real gods require blood  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ study | ronnie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   i have never been allowed to be holy， i have never been forgiven for wanting  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ musings | ronnie kray  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   i regret no sin i have committed， for to be wicked is to be alive  ﹗ ◞

FRANCES SHEA : 

◜⠀ ic | frances shea  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   she laughs like god her mind’s like a diamond ﹔   audiotune lies， she’s   still   shining  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ visage | frances shea  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   you carry the heavens in your eyes like one of those old greek tragedies  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ study | frances shea  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   i remember wishing i could be boiled like water and made pure again  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ musings | frances shea  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   i carry along a feel of unease ﹔   i want to belong like the birds in the trees  ﹗ ◞

CONNECTIONS : 

◜⠀ con | reggie & ronnie  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   tell me why are we so blind to see that the ones we hurt are you and me  ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ con | frances & reggie  —⠀⠀ ،،̲   even though you’re killing me， i need you like the air i breathe  ﹗ ◞

[yopigeonflyerjo]

Dating Reggie Kray Legend headcanons

First of all, thats not about real Reggie Kray. Thats only about fictional character played by TOM MF HARDY. So i gently please sick fuckers who idolize real Krays to leave now.

Also children, please leave. It's about Tom Hardy's character so I may go feral.

It's for my girlies

Once Reggie Kray appears in your life, he won't leave.

Mr Kray is known for his charm and charisma, and he knows how to make people feel special. He has a way with words and can be very persuasive when he wants to be. He will use his charm to woo you. And let's be honest, it worked.

Really fast you fall for him, as easy as he falls for you.

Being with Reggie means dedication, you must really love him.

There are times when you don't see him for weeks, sometimes he is with you for a month 24/7, or there are times when you see him in jail. Expect the unexpected - that's how looks life with him. You never know, that's why trust is so important in your relationship. You two are each other support.

You two are practically inseparable when he is around.

He is an incredibly loving and passionate person. Reggie pours all his positive emotions onto you. You are like sunshine in his life that he spoils with not only expensive gifts but mostly affection.

 He is passionate about his work, his family, and his relationships, and he will do everything in his power to make them succeed. He will inspire you to be more passionate about your own life and to pursue your dreams with determination and drive.

In bed Reg is old-fashioned. He is one in charge most of the time, but he really likes being taken care of. Aftercare is your thing, and he loves that. Not often this big bad mobster can be vulnerable but after sex that's the moment. Sometimes he can be rough, especially after alcohol (with consent obviously), or on a bad day. He loves quickies with you behind his bars or just before they will be open.

Reggie is fiercely loyal to his family and friends, and he will always stand by them, no matter what. When you are in a relationship with him, you can be sure that he will have your back and will protect you from harm. And with isn't so obvious when it comes to mobsters he would never cheat on you. You are the only stable point of his life.

Reggie is a traditional man who values old-fashioned ideals of loyalty, honour, and respect. He is a gentleman. Reg will also expect you to share his traditional values and to be loyal and honest in your relationship.

He's a highly ambitious man who is always looking for ways to expand his empire. He is driven and determined, and he will work hard to achieve his goals. When you are in a relationship with him, he will inspire you to pursue your own dreams and ambitions.

Kray is a gangster, and he has a dark side that can be intimidating at times. He is not afraid to use violence to get what he wants, and he can be ruthless when he needs to be. However, he will always protect those he cares about, and he will try to not put you in harm's way.

One of the worst things that exist is yall quarrels. There are times that he gets violent, and so are you. Maybe that is unhealthy, but no matter how far you two get in an argument, you always get back together.

The second worst thing that exists is Ron. In the beginning, you two even liked each other. After all, he was Reggie's twin, he may be unhinged at any point, but he could be also sweet and caring. You always try to make sure the brothers don't quarrel, you were a mediator. But as time goes by Ron was getting worse, you knew that was because of his illness, and you tried to help him. You took care of him, make sure he takes the meds, and often you justified him in others' eyes. With your and Reggie's help, he got up. Everything was all good until Reggie got arrested. That's when Ron lost his mind, he was provoked by all people around and became a monster. When Reg finally left jail and finds out how his brother is acting, he got furious. Ron missed a big part of what he did with Reg. Eventually, Reg cut ties with him when Ron offended you. They get into a fight which resulted in a hospital visit. Ron never again try to contact any of you, he became a taboo topic. Reggie, however, will always appreciate what you did for his brother, contrary to Ron himself.

After all these years, there is no you without him, or Reggie without you.

[hecatemoon87]

Nature Documentary: Tom Hardy Characters

Leo Demidov

Ah, and here we see a rare Russian lion pondering the existence of evil. He is a beautiful beast, is he not?

He is known to stalk his prey for miles, and once engaged in the hunt, he is relentless.

This male might appear distant and elusive. However, when it comes to mating, he will choose his mate for life and is a fierce protector.

Freddie Jackson

This is one of the most unpredictable Tom Hardy species out in the wild. Note the cheeky smile. Alluring, attractive...but dangerous.

This beast draws in his prey with a calm demeanor before quickly switching over to brute force.

With females, he has a natural tendency to induce a sort of hypnotic trance over them. Pulling them into his bed and mating aggressively, then moving on to defend his territory.

Alfie Solomons

The cameramen have been advised to give this ferocious beast some distance. See the intensity in this male's eye? A stunning specimen of the Tom Hardy species indeed.

A highly territorial predator, Alfie Solomons stalks his natural habitat of Camden Town. To protect his territory, he puts on displays of dominance by proving his intellectual superiority through strategy. If other males are not daunted by this, then he resorts to physical aggression to lay claim to what's rightfully his.

Females are drawn to his musk and intense masculine magnetism. He has no issues finding a mate.

Eddie Brock

This curious creature, latin name Neurotix Eddix, has an interesting migration pattern. Though we've seen attempts at settling, the tracking chip shows yet another transition in location.

This beast is generally good-natured. However, recent blood tests after a catch and release indicate that he has been infected with some kind of parasite.

Instead of making him sick, the parasite has somehow enhanced his abilities. I believe we are seeing a rare but real-time evolution of genes in this species. Truly remarkable.

Ian Eames

A quick-witted and feisty creature, Eames mostly hunts alone. However, there are times we've seen him in collaborations with other males.

He is, at times, able to blend into his surroundings. Going unnoticed for hours. However, when he wishes to be seen, he pulls the attention of many.

If you look closely, you can notice his subtle but distinct plumage. The salomon colored shirt draws the attention of his intended mate, who is then floored by his extraordinary male beauty. Upon sensing the arousal of a potential mate, he wastes no time in mounting the female.

James Delaney

I am keeping my voice lowered so as not to disturb this majestic beast. His tolerance for attention is fairly low, so any sudden movement on our part will likely end in an attack.

James is a stealthy predator who has been known to use others for his own purposes. I've not seen such dedication at completing a hunt as compared to him. So it is best we do not annoy him.

Reggie Kray

Ah, yes, the dazzling yet dangerous Reggie Kray is seen walking the streets of East London. You see, the well pressed suit, polished shoes, and meticulously combed hair indicate his status and power. He is nonverbally telling others that he is king of this jungle.

He is a fiercesome predator. He is able to incapacitate his prey quickly and efficiently.

His ability to find a mate is extraordinary. Instead of looking for the female, as traditionally most males are ought to do in the wild. The female comes to him. It's absolutely fascinating.

[thedevilshardy]

What they think of Tinder - Tom Hardy Character Study

Alfie, Reggie & Ronny, Leo

Alfie Solomons

He's oldschool. He doesn't like to use his phone often, only for those important calls or to bark at someone who isn't in reach. Doesn't know how to properly use these "fuckin' apps", although he acts like he does.

"Am too old for that shit, dove, ain't I? If I wanna have some pussy I'm goin' simply fuckin' outside getting me some, don't I? A man like me doesn't need this shit." (he's right, tho)

Tends to through his phone away if something doesn't work out. Deletes Tinder cause he doesn't see any sense in it and doesn't want to wait for you to swipe him right.

His profile would be quite blank. "No words needed, love."

Reggie & Ronny Kray

Reggie

Isn't really attached to such a thing as he tends to stick in a relationship - but still likes to see who's matching him. Just in case.

The idea of casual sex to relief stress still catches him - thinks about it often, especially in long nights at the bar.

Uses it when he's bored. Very picky.

His profile would be interesting, full of photos, but never too much. Just enough to be seen. (Not that he could be invisible to anybody!)

Ronny

Thinks it's a good thing, loves the idea that he can choose between boys & girls, just whatever he favors.

Isn't even holding back with his wishes and wants - "better be up for sum' pain, ain't ya?"

Definitely has those Dom/Sub vibes and loves to live them. He's the boss, no fighting about that.

Profile full of pics of him and his different canes and sticks to make your butt glow red from the welts. You know what you get with him.

Leo Demidov

Leo doesn't like hunting a lot of women - so, he would be only up for one, and be patient enough for her to turn at least into an affair.

Doesn't need a lot of words. He knows - when he takes his shirt off in a real life meeting, she'll be just fine. Loves to fuck at second date, not first.

He doesn't have a lot in his profile - simple words, his rank, that's it. A sucker for dirty talk and a master in moving hips... shit, we're still about Tinder, aren't we?

"Nah, that's okay." He deletes Tinder for his girl, and even acts like it's no deal. Well, it isn't, at least for him.

[leelee1234love]

Torture

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!reader

Summary: Another gang torture you and Reggie tries to find you and when he does…

Warnings: Stabbing,Blood,Bad language,Burning cigarettes on person,Whipping with a belt,murder/killing?,carving initials on thigh,beating,punching,slapping,smashed glass,cutting someone with glass,reader nearly dies,reader is injured,injuries,reader takes medicine,stabbing,swearing,knives,guns,hammers!!!!!

(Please Tell me if I missed any warnings!!!)

It was late, I went out for a drink with my best friend, Dorothy and since it was getting quite late we decided to leave the club and go home.

The only problem is, is she lives on the other road from me so once I drop her off, I would have to walk home for awhile on my own.

"Bye dot" i smiled and she gave me a hug before I left her door step and carried on walking down the road all the way to the one dark alleyway I would have to pass.

I sheepishly walked down the alleyway and I was met with two men half way down.

"Looks like we've got compa'ny Charlie" one of them smirked.

"Yeah it does, what's a pretty gal like you doing here all alone?" He asked me.

"I'm not alone" I said and they looked at each other before chuckling when they saw no one behind me.

"Oh really?" They smirked and I nodded.

"My boyfriend, Reggie kray is coming to pick me up right now as we speak" I said and they smirked again.

"Well what a small world, because we were actually looking for krays gal" they smirked at me as they came closer to me and I yelled.

"Get off me! stop it!" I yelled and they laughed before one of them grabbed me by the arm and punched me in the back of the head knocking me out.

I woke up and I felt dizzy until I woke myself up more when I felt chains on my wrists and ankles along with the cold stone floor I was on.

I pulled on the chains and began panicking when another guy walks in.

"Ello Y/n, how are you?" He asks me with a smile and I don't answer. He blew his fag smoke in my face

"Now we aren't gonna hurt you, well we're not gonna kill you" he laughed and I kicked his shins since he was close enough to me.

"Ah! You fucking bitch!" He spat as he slapped me across the face and kicked me repeatedly on the waist as I cried out.

He took his fag from his lips and burned the hot ash onto my stomach making me hiss.

"Freddie! C'mere" he shouted and another man walked in.

"Let's show her what real pain feels like.." he said to Fred with a smirk as they both walked over to me.

———

Reggie's POV-

"You alright Sheila?" I lightly waved at her and she nodded with a smile.

"Albie! Y/n’s 'ouse" I said as I got into the car and albie nodded.

"I heard she went out last night" Albert said to me as he focused on the road.

"Oh really?" I asked since this was new information.

"Mhm, went down to the esters club" he said and I nodded along.

Albert parked outside Bees house and I went and knocked on the door to be met with a quick and worried Jimmy and Daniel Nash and Y/n’s friend Dorothy.

"Everything Alright?" I asked them jokingly.

"No reg! It's not alright! Y/n’s not come back since 6 O'clock yesterday" Jimmy half yelled.

"What?" I said worried.

"We went down to esters club and we left around 10 ish and we were both fine and she dropped me off home and I haven't seen her since, but she must've had to have went up the alley" Dorothy explained.

"Have you checked the alley?" I asked them panicked.

"Of course we've checked the fucking alley! We checked every fucking road around here!" Daniel yelled at me and Jimmy held a hand on his chest.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go look around" I said and quickly got back into the car.

"You alri-" albie was speaking but I cut him off.

"Go up to the end of the alley way" I said sternly and he nodded.

I quickly got out of the car and sprinted up the alley and something caught my eye.

An earring..the same diamond ones I got Y/n for her birthday this year, I picked it up and held it in a fist before putting it in my blazer pocket.

I was about to leave before I saw something else.

A tie clip.

But not any tie clip, a bright red one with three black lines I knew who this belonged to.

Charlie fucking Foreman.

"I've gotta get my brother" I spoke and Albie nodded as he drove to Ron's trailer.

I knocked on the door and Ron groaned.

"Yeah?" He said tiredly and I ignored him.

"Foreman, he's got Y/n" I huffed out quickly and Ron's posture stiffened as he rushed to the car with me.

"Albie! Klington Road down the second alleyway" I demanded and he nodded quickly as he drove off when me and Ron got in the car.

I held onto y/ns earring in my pocket the whole ride there.

———

"Fucking useless Whore" they spat as they left the room.

They tortured me.

They not only did that, they slapped me, kicked me, punched me, he carved his initials on my thigh.

He grabbed my leg and stabbed me in the thigh, blood pouring out of my leg and he twisted it inside before yanking it out and chucking it on the floor.

He whipped me with his belt and he smashed a glass at me.

Leaving me cut,bleeding,bruised, beaten.

I was so tired.

I was bleeding profusely and I was so sore.

I laid there and I couldn't help but cry my heart out.

My throat sore from screaming and shouting.

———

Reggie's POV-

We parked outside we had guns and knives between the two of us.

I walked into the broken down flat and i instantly heard muffled cries.

I busted down the door and I was met with about ten men.

They were weaponless.

Idiots.

Ron smirked as he grabbed his two hammers and threw them at two of the mens heads that then instantly died.

I fought two at the same time dodging mostly all there shots besides two that caused a bloody cut on the cheek.

I saw Charlie escape through the window but I didn't care I just wanted Y/n in this moment of time.

Ron sorted out most of them whilst I went looking for Y/n.

And then I heard it again the muffled cries.

I saw a door and opened it to be met with Y/n.

Bruised and bleeding with fag burns all over along with cuts and whip marks all over her too.

She was left in a white ripped gown that was blood-stained all over.

She was chained, I would've broken the chains but if I did it would have hurt her wrists and ankles.

"Reg! I've got a key" Ronnie said but went quiet when he saw the state of his best friend Y/n.

"Y/n?" He said and i ignored him and quickly took the key off of him and quickly undone all the chains.

Ron took his coat off and helped me wrap her in it.

I picked her up swiftly and placed her in my lap in the car while Ron and Albie were in the front.

Alberts face dropped when he saw Y/n and he quickly drove to the hospital.

Once she was taken by the doctors and she was situated and helped.

She was fast asleep in a hospital bed.

I stayed with her the entire two days she was asleep.

I left Ron in charge for those two days.

I was so anxious I didn't even know I could feel this type of emotion.

I was holding her bruised hand and was staring at her sadly until she slowly woke up.

"Y/n?" I said and she looked at me confused.

"What happened?" She asked me hoarsely.

"Charlie foreman, he hurt you pretty bad dove" I spoke slowly and softly and she went wide eyed.

She must've remembered what happened.

She began sobbing and I hugged her gently so I didn't hurt her.

———

It had been three days since then and nothing got better, Y/n was just continuously crying and if she wasn't she had cried herself to sleep.

She wouldn't eat anything, she wouldn't talk about anything either.

I was holding Y/n in my arms until someone knocked at the door and Y/n jumped which made me frown. She was so feisty I hated seeing her so..frightened. She wouldn't even go near Ron.

She only let me or her mum and dad go near her.

"Sh sh.. it's okay it's just Albie 'member, I need to talk to him about something" I spoke softly and she nodded before I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't go..please" she begged silently and I frowned.

"I'll be two minutes I promise" I said and held out my pinky finger and she looked at my pinky before my face debatably before connecting her pinky and shaking it making me smile.

I walked downstairs and opened the door.

"Member how y'a told me Y/n ain't talking so you can't help her or comfort her and Charlie legged it" Albert whispered and I nodded.

"Well it sounds bad but I found footage from inside the flat so we'll know about what they did to Y/n and where Charlie went" Albert said and I nodded.

"I'll be out in a minute Albie wait for me in the car" I whispered and he nodded and I shut the door.

I walked back upstairs to Y/n.

"Dove..I'm not leaving you alone but I have to do something really important, life threatening" I said and her eyes began to well up again and she began to shake.

"Sh sh.. im not leaving you alone. Im getting your dad and uncles to come round to protect you, they haven't seen you yet have they, they need to know your okay" I said and she nodded as she wiped her tears.

Y/n was still bruised and she had scars and bandages cuts but she could still walk shortly so I helped her to the car.

"I love you dove" I said softly as she rested her head under my chin.

"I love you too Reggie" she spoke quietly from her croaky voice but she still said my name how she always does. I don't know what she does but I love when she calls me Reggie it's not like how everyone else does it..it's different...it makes me smile.

"How have you been Y/n? You been alright" Albie asked her.

"Yeah I feel better" she answered and I frowned when I felt her wince when I accidentally held her bruised hand.

"Sorry dove" I whispered into her ear and she gave me a kiss on the chin to show I was forgiven.

We got to her house and was met with Johnny.

"Y/n!" He called out and instantly held her in his arms.

"God! what happened?" Johnny stiffened when he saw the bruised and cuts, scars, burns all over her .

Johnny looked at me and I shook my head as to not talk about it.

Ronnie came to the door and also took Y/n in for a hug and took her inside.

"Take care of her, I've gotta take care of some business regarding who did this, she needs to take this medicine three times a day." I said and handed Johnny the bottle.

"Who did that.." Johnny said angrily and I sighed.

"Y/n’s more important right now, take care of her alright?" I said to him and he nodded still angry.

"Thank you for saving her, we're here to help you reg, we may not show it because she's like our daughter but, we are" Johnny said sternly and I nodded before going back to the car.

———

I was sat in front of the screen, with Albert beside me and Ron behind me.

We watched the clip start with Charlie walking in the room and Freddie coming in too.

They punched her and slapped her and kicked her.

They burned her with fags as she screamed in pain.

Even more so when Charlie would burn the fag out in her open wounds.

Charlie picked her up and grabbed her leg as he then stabbed the knife into her which made Albert look away. He couldn't bare to see it since this was Y/n, our Y/n.

She was crying and screaming in pain as he stabbed her.

He then threw her to the ground and spat on her before he went to leave and she cried out a half-yell "You Bastard!" He then grabbed a glass and threw it at her as it then shattered into pieces attacking her skin.

It was gruesome. I was angry.

All I saw was red.

Then when we arrived in the footage, Charlie then ran out the window and he left and he went to the Mormons club.

I grabbed a gun and a blade, and a knife before I got up and headed down to the club.

It was late so no one was around but Charlie..he was definitely still there, he knew he shouldn't. Of done what he did.

Ron followed me with a hammer and a knife in his coat pockets.

I slammed open the club door that said closed.

And I was met with Charlie.

In the corner of the club he was about to run away but I stopped him by grabbing him and quickly wrapping my hand around his neck.

Chocking him but not killing him.

"Your gonna apologise and your gonna pay" I said before slashing him all over his body with the blade I had.

Ron stabbed him in the leg and he cried out in pain.

"Enough" I said and Charlie's eyes relaxed but were still widened.

"Put him in the boot" I ordered and Ron nodded before doing as I said, as he began tying him up.

Ron took him to the club and chained him to the wall out the back.

Whilst I walked to Y/n’s house.

———

"What happened?" Ronnie asked me and I shrugged I didn't want to say what he did to me it felt like it was going to happen again if I did. But I knew they had to know i trusted them after all.

"I- they tortured me- " I cried out and Johnny grew mad but Ronnie, Ronnie took me into his arms and held me as I cried.

"They burned me and cut me and threw glass at me" I cried out.

"But then Reggie and Ronnie came and they saved me" i said and Ronnie looked at me.

"They saved you?" He asked me and I nodded.

Then there was a knock at the door and i jumped and Ronnie comforted me whilst Johnny went and answered it to be met with Reggie.

"Is Y/n alright?" Reggie asked and johnny nodded before inviting Reggie in.

I slowly got up very unbalanced and I made my way to Reggie into the hallway and Reggie instantly hugged me.

"You alright dove?" He asked me and gave me a kiss on the head before I nodded.

"Y/n I've gotta to take you somewhere" reg asked me and I was confused but nodded.

"I love you two" I said and hugged johnny and Ronnie before leaving and they said they're goodbyes to me too.

Reggie took me to his club and I already felt panicked as to what he needed to show me.

He held me close and led me out back to where I saw Ron and Charlie.

Ron was slapping him across the face till his cheek was red raw.

"How dare you hurt her!" Ron yelled.

Reggie coughed and Ron looked over to us and Ron smiled when he saw me.

"You alright? You still in pain?" Ron asked me but I didn't answer I was too busy focusing on Charlie and making sure he was not going to be able to hurt me.

"Right you yeah? You are going to apologise to Y/n right now, and mean it" Reggie said sternly and slapped Charlie across the face and Charlie nodded profusely.

"I will, I will" He said and Reggie nodded.

"Dove, C'mere" Reggie motioned for me to walk over to where they were but I was so scared.

I felt like Charlie was going to escape and torture me again.

"He will not hurt you, I promise" Reggie said to me as he looked into my eyes.

I trusted Reggie so I nodded and walked over to them.

"Now? What does Charles have to say?" Reggie said and charlie looked up at me and apologised pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry please, I swear I'm sorry.. please" he repeated.

I didn't accept it but I liked to see him there pleading and begging for saving.

I liked it, I didn't but I did a part of me felt better.

" go back over to Ronnie dove" reg whispered to me and I nodded before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and walking away back over to Ron.

Ron held me closely as we watched Reggie tear Charlie limb from limb.

He broke his arms and legs and he stabbed him and cut him and he stabbed him in the face so many times he was unrecognisable.

Reggie spat on him before he walked over to me and Ron.

I gave him a kiss which made him smile.

Whilst Ron motioned to Albert to take care of what and just happened.

———

"Come on dove, its late I'm taking you home" Reggie said softly before he led us outside and he opened the car door for me and drove us home.

He instantly hugged me and he led us to our double bed and we laid there cuddling for hours and I quickly went back to my normal self in the next month.

I was feisty and funny and I was normal again.

Just how I loved it and how everyone else did.

[goldensunflowe-r]

Guys I kinda need your opinion.

I really like Reggie Kray but not real life Reggie. Just Tom Hardy playing him (just him being like gangster type and having that style) and I feel little bit weird when I watch Legend and then remember that Reggie Kray was a real person. Same goes with Sebastian Stan playing Tommy Lee and I don't know how to feel about it. Should I be guilty? 😬😬😬😬

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters as Writers

TH Masterlist

Tag list: @buttercup32sstuff @potter-solomons​ @zablife​ @ilovemanypeople​ @vir-tual​ @liliac-dreamer​ @alikaheroes

I was inspired by @hecatemoon87​‘s TH Characters as series and oddly, in particular, her Tom Hardy characters as vampires post. So... let’s just say some writers have a side they keep hidden.

Now, I might one day write individual little pieces for each of these or perhaps a whole fic (because we all know I struggle with doing one-shots). However, for now, this is what I came up with.

James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’

Genres: Mysticism & Horror

Possessing a taste for cruelty and rumoured to be a vampire, James has everyone (publishers, agents, fans) quaking in their boots. The fact he seems to know an awful lot about what’s generally seen as ‘savage’ and ‘dark magick’ only feeds his image in the public eye.

His writing style is reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe and the dark Gothic genre, the stories often set in the shadows of the Victorian era. They feel so life-like you’d think he’d actually experienced his own stories, but surely he’s just done a lot of research and done it very well.

Right?

James is very closed off from the public and strays away from social media. Any account on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or whatever other platform claiming to be him is fake. The only person he ‘talks’ (in his own way) to and occasionally gets him out of the house is his neighbour. She’s his proofreader and grateful for him escorting her to and from work (she’s supporting herself by working a waitress and singer on Friday nights), but the relationship remains difficult because she can’t get a read on him. He supports her small business and often can be found in her vicinity.

If you saw the both of them and read between the lines of his novel Taboo, you’d notice the female protagonist is eerily similar to her while the character’s counterpart resembles him.

Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’

Genre: Romance

Alfie works under the pen name Edna Spector to prevent the men working at his bakery from finding out about his hidden side. The only one who knows the real face behind the name on the covers is a young female barista who works at a café he’s fond of, close to his bakery. It’s also with her he exchanges books and sometimes goes bookshop hopping. Totally not dating her, no, not at all.

Or are they?

Though he might not show it and the novels by other writers are carefully stowed away in his home, but Alfie is an absolute sucker for bakery love stories. So it’s no wonder the majority of his are exactly what he loves and they tend to have a very smutty side. No one’s complaining, though.

Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’

Genres: True crime & biography

The Kray twins are among the most famous (or, rather, infamous) co-authors in the publishing industry. They’ve made good money with their biography and now also write books to offer an insight into England’s underworld. It’s rumoured Ron still partakes in what goes on in the shadows, but Reggie claims they’ve both gone fully legal.

Eames ‘The Gentleman’

Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi

No one but his publishing house and agent know his true identity. Described as Loki incarnate, Eames is THE gentleman among British writers. While his charm has influenced the acceptance of his manuscripts, it’s still mostly his natural talent for the pen that’s made him come this far.

Underlined by realism, Eames’s stories take place in a more dystopian version of our world and explores the possibilities of technology. His debut novel, Inception, is still a bestseller to this day.

Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’

Genre: Non-Fiction

Eddie is a journalist gone author who writes about current affairs. More often than not, his books border on true crime and have led to the downfall of some powerful people and companies. Therefore, it isn’t surprising each new release causes at least some controversy and leads to a heated debate.

He has the odd tendency to talk to himself, but most people write it off as a ‘writer thing’ and think he’s simply thinking out loud or talking through scenarios for his book.

A little known fact about Eddie is that he’s secretly a fan of fluffy romance and especially Edna Spector’s. As soon as a new book by the author is up for pre-order, he’s one of the first to place an order. Now, he could do it himself, using his laptop. However, Eddie visits the independently run bookshop he frequents to support its owner (on who he secretly has a crush). It’s also here where he can often be found working on a new book, sitting in the romance section, or, if it’s Monday, helping out with the weekly shipment.

Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’

Genre: Thriller

Leo is an ex-KGB agent who uses his own experiences for his detective/spy series, which is set in the country he once called home. After losing his wife to the Russian regime, the widower fled from Russia. The decision was also in part due to his unwillingness to partake in the war with Ukraine.

The British stiff upper lip is easier to break through than the walls Leo has erected around himself. The only person or, rather, thing who knows him best is his keyboard. Sounds strange, but he bought one that’s like a typewriter since it reminds him of his grandfather’s typewriter he used to use to write letters. Although, perhaps there’s one person he occasionally shows what lies beneath the cold and distant attitude: his agent. And she’s known him long enough to pick up on the hidden hints of distress between the lines of his stories.

He has co-written a book with the Kray Twins about the ties between Russia, the Russian underworld and the English criminal underbelly.

Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’

Genre: Urban fantasy

Bob bases his stories on what happens during his shifts at the pub he works at as a barman. To think of it, it was only a matter of time before he’d turn to writing because he certainly has the classic ‘writer personality’. He’s a bit of a dreamer, shy, and quiet. However, he tends to be chatty when he drops by his favourite café for breakfast after a late-night shift or is hungover. Although, it should be noted he’s only like that when a particular girl is at work. She’s the only person he’s fond of in a way he’s never been of anyone else and it leaves him puzzled. All that he knows is that he enjoys her company and values her feedback. Also, in his words, she smells nice. Really, really nice.

His most popular book is about Tom, a werewolf barman who saves the girl he has a crush on from a Victorian vampire. It’s rumoured a spin-off is in the works focusing on the relationship between the two.

By the way, has anyone else noticed he isn’t on duty when there’s a full moon?

Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’

Genre: Adventure

Forrest isn’t good with words, that is, when it comes to talking. However, on the page, he has a natural flow in which each word is chosen with purpose. So it seems anyways, but if you’d ask him about his style and vocabulary choices you’ll get nothing more than a shrug and a “I write, that’s all there is to it.”

His main inspirations are Defoe’s Robin Crusoe, Henri Charriére’s Papillon and Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (also a source of inspiration for James Delaney). Henceforth, his protagonists often find themselves out in the wild with all the dangers it accompanies. Moreover, and only his wife knows how unashamed he is in this, he loves the Indiana Jones, Assassin’s Creed and Uncharted franchises so there’s often the hunt for some lost artefact in his tales. Also, yes, he loves video games. He might not be good at them, but nothing beats a night filled with beer and gaming (preferably with his wife).

Two little treasures I found;

[cherienymphe]

Aw man I was about to say Reggie Kray but the portrayal by Tom Hardy in Legend for the gang related one but I realised I’m not sure if it’s fucked up of me to suggest someone based on a real life person. Plus it’s the randomest person I’m sure you probably wouldn’t write for anyway lmao 😭

That also briefly crossed my mind but yeah Reggie was a real awful person even though Tom in that movie is everything 😭 plus this fantasy isn't really a suave gang fantasy but more so the visually rough around the edges tattoos and everything kind

[100gayicons]

The Kray Brothers are not the type of people I typically include in these profiles. My focus is been primarily people who have made a contribution to Gay Rights or Gay History. The Kray brother fall into that latter category - Gay Gangsters.

The Krays owned a West End nightclub and were often photographed with celebrities, including Diana Dors and Judy Garland. Frank Sinatra once hired a security team from the Krays during a visit to London. They were also once photographer by David Bailey.

But their real source of income was an organized crime gang in London's East End during the 1950s and 1960s. They called it “the Firm”. This included armed robberies, arson, protection rackets, violent assaults, torture and murder.

According to reports by other gang members Ronnie Kray was openly gay, refusing to hide his orientation from either them or the police.

Laurie O'Leary who wrote a biography of Ronnie said:

“Ron discussed his homosexuality with very few people, but put simply it was a part of his nature he discovered, explored and enjoyed… It did not seem to conflict with his tough guy. Even if (gang members) objected, Ron just smiled at them and told them they didn't know what they were missing.”

John Pearson who interviewed both brothers, wrote that

“Ronnie Kray admitted that he and Reggie discovered they were both gay in their adolescence and would often have sex together, activity which continued into their later life.”

The secret became public when the Sunday Mirror reported that Ronnie Kray was in a sexual relationship with Lord Boothby, a UK Conservative Party politician. The twins threatened the reporters who wrote the story with physical harm. And Boothby threatened to sue. The newspaper backed down, fired its editor, printed an apology plus paid Boothby £40,000 in an out-of-court settlement. This discourage any other news outlet from pursuing the story.

But police continued investigating and were finally able to get evidence of three murders.

The Krays and 15 other members of the Firm were arrested in May 1968 with the plan to convince gang members to testify against the Krays. It eventually worked and the twins were convicted in 1969. Both were sentenced to life prison.

While in prison Ronnie was eventually certified insane (paranoid schizophrenia) and was transferred to Broadmoor Hospital for the rest of his sentence. He died in March 1995 from a heart attack.

Reggie died 5 years later from cancer (October 2000). He had been released 2 months earlier on compassionate grounds to spend his final time with his wife (who he married 3 years earlier while in prison).

After Reggie’s death, Bradley Allardyce a cell mate of his said to the press:

“I am openly admitting for the very first time that we had a sexual relationship."

Two films have been made about the Krays.

“The Krays” (1990) starring Gary and Martin Kemp (of the band Spandau Ballet).

Legend (2015 film) starring Tom Hardy as both twins.

[itsmemateinnit]

Whitechapel series 3 press pack

Rupert Penry-Jones is Detective Inspector Joseph Chandler

When we last saw DI Chandler, he and the team had been doing battle on the streets of Whitechapel with delusional identical twins that believed they were the last living relatives of Ronnie and Reggie Kray.  Still based in Whitechapel’s police station, the team, bored of the petty crimes that fill up their days, are startled when they are called to a massacre at a tailors shop.  With a new format and three new stories to get his teeth into Rupert wasn’t fazed in the least by some of the gruesome prosthetics he had to face.

“The torso story is pretty gory,’ claims Rupert.  “We had prosthetic bodies made and torsos with legs, arms and heads chopped off and you see it all - I mean it’s pretty hard-core.  I don’t know how much of that footage they’re actually going to use in the final show, but when you first saw it, it was quite shocking,’ he laughs.

This series sees a slight gear change in Chandler by way of a tougher exterior.  “He has been investigating murders for three or four years so he has seen his fair share of gore by now.  I think he can cope with it a lot better, but still he doesn’t like it. He’s not immune to it but he can keep it under control.”

Having copy-catted Whitechapel’s most notorious murders, the Ripper and the Krays in previous serials, the format has changed to three, 2 x 1 hour stories but remain true to the gothic roots of the Ripper.

As Rupert explains, “The format has changed slightly this year because there are only a certain number of suitable copycat crimes you can write about,’ he admits.  “What Ben and Caroline [writers] have done is brought Buchan in to advise us by using history as a kind of a map to guide us through present day crimes. So we use the crimes of the past to help us solve the crimes of the present.”

It is Chandler who is responsible for bringing Buchan on board.  When a vast archive of case files are digitised and released for destruction, Chandler sees their value and rescues them.  An ecstatic Buchan is then recruited to help sort through and organise an archive at Whitechapel.

“Bringing Buchan in is a risk for both Chandler and Buchan but he soon becomes invaluable to the team with even Miles realising that he is doing his bit to help,” says Rupert.  “ Having said that, he’s kept down in the basement most of the time so you don’t really see him around and the other police don’t have to deal with him too much,” he laughs.  “Whenever we need information we go down to him, this sort of ‘Guru’ in the basement who has all the information at his fingertips. He’s become quite good, he’s like this sort of wise soothsayer underneath the police station.”

For Rupert what’s appealing about how the show has moved on is that it hasn’t lost that link with real historical crimes.

“What’s great about Whitechapel this year is how the crimes we’re solving are fictitious, but the crimes that we use to help us are real so the audience is still getting that wonderful authenticity when you’re still learning about the history of the Whitechapel area,” he explains. “This makes it a lot more fun and adds atmosphere to the show as well as learning something new and real as an actor.”

Whitechapel was filmed partly on a purpose built set in an old municipal building in Crouch End and partly out on the streets of Brick Lane and Whitechapel as well as other nearby East End locations.  As the stories and locations have developed, so too have the team who become more integrated and involved in the case solving.

“Everyone is more involved with the detecting side of things now, especially in the third story,’ adds Rupert.  “To begin with it was very much Chandler working things out with the help of Miles, who basically argued with everything that Chandler said.  However, now everyone works together and individuals have been given a bit more responsibility.  The job feels like it’s a group effort and people actually contribute to the solving of the crime rather than Llewellyn and Buchan giving us all the information we need and Chandler putting it together. It’s much more detailed now.”

As well as having new female detective DC Megan Riley, played by Hannah Walters join the team, audiences can also look forward to seeing a more personal side to Chandler, though not particularly romantic.

“The audience won’t see Chandler’s private life as such they will see a chink in his armour when he realises early on in the series that there is something missing in his life.  Chandler would like to have a family and someone to share his life with,” explains Rupert.  “He sees Miles and the life he has and Mansell and his wife and realises that it is maybe something he needs and he gives it a go.  Miles is pushing him to try and he does give it a go but we can safely say romance is not going well for Chandler.”

“What’s happened with Chandler in this series is that he is much more alert to women whereas before if a beautiful woman looked at him he wouldn’t even notice. Now, if somebody finds him attractive, he senses it right away.  He still does not know what to do about it or how to react to it but he’s aware.  And it’s given me a load of fun things to play with like moments where he wants to kiss a woman and can’t because he doesn’t know how to.”

Another romance that Chandler isn’t quite ready for is his ‘bromance’ with DC Kent.

“Kent looks up to Chandler and when Chandler focuses in on him that makes him happy. But I don’t think Kent is gay; it’s more like he has a sort of older brother crush going on and wants to be like Chandler,” he says.

Having been commissioned for a series, Whitechapel is clearly continuing to capture the imagination and attention of the audience.

“I think what keeps our audience there is the thrill,” says Rupert.  “It’s that thrill factor that they chase.  How much they can take and how scared they can get before they can’t handle it any more,” he adds.   “There is a certain thrill that goes into watching something that scares you and although Whitechapel is scary you kind of know it’s going to be ok in the end.”

“I think it is more edge of the seat this year and certainly there are sequences in it that are more reminiscent of a horror film than a detective show and that’s a good thing.  There should be that sense of tension there and I’ve always wanted to be in a horror film or a slasher movie.  The last story particularly reads more like a horror film which was fantastic.  It’s these sort of sequences where you’re wandering around houses and hearing all sorts of noises and being terrified which are so much fun to act.”

[martinandlewislive]

Young Ronald Kray was a HIMBO and no one will ever convince me otherwise

[ronmanmob]

@goodlawman​​

Raylan only heard about the encounter after it happened. Lawson was fresh out of Glynco with a desire to prove himself and the privilege of thinking he could start throwing his weight around already. The difference between them being Raylan came out of Glynco with a desire to prove himself but knowing one wrong move would get him sent packing. Raylan already butt heads with him once over boundaries, the kid traipsing into one of his cases like he owned it. Figures he'd try and take ownership, interrogate Kray for something he had no involvement in.

The thing was Raylan couldn't put him in his place, at least not outright, because Lawson was one of those that had connections. Transfer didn't bother him in concept but where he would end up transferred to? They could make that miserable for him. Transfer was the least of his concerns when he got the message from Ronnie that they had to talk.

Now here they stood in the early morning hours when every reasonable 9 to 5 was still in their beds and blissfully aware that another day in the making was a few short hours away. He leaned against the brick wall, one foot resting against it, hat tilted down so the streetlight created more shadow over his face, cradling a styrafoam cup of cheap coffee.

Raylan let Ron start the conversation since he'd called the meeting, silently cursing the junior deputy again. "Kray. Ron," Raylan started, pushing away from the wall and holding up a hand. "I don't give a shit about your connection to the mafia because they are not my case. I chase fugitives and one of the fugitives I was on the trail of ended up dead in front of your place. Location but not the reason," he pointed out softly.

"Marshals get involved when someone runs or is threatened. The whole family though? That ain't our purview. The FBI, NYPD, they got taskforces dedicated to those investigations and there's enough dick swinging in those circles that the rest of us don't want involvement if we don't have to. Lawson would be better off among their numbers frankly. I come because I enjoy the company."  

He felt in the company of a kindred spirit around Ron. Maybe the man was connected to crime but so was he, the Givens family had history spanning several decades. Around Ron that didn't define him either, wasn't a mark against him the way some others believed. "You prefer I don't step over the pub's threshold anymore, say so."

Ron wouldn’t pretend to understand the ins and outs of inter-officer, inter-department politics among law enforcement - especially not the American breed he now lived and plied his trade among. Marshals, beat cops, FBI, NYPD-- Off Raylan he’d gleaned what he could about his fellows, but the rest just made up, to Ron, an amorphous cloud of Law that set his teeth on edge and raised his hackles. And that was without a tangible connection - discounting his obvious blood one with mob-centric Reggie - between him and the underworld they were all about uprooting. That had been the point of Ron being in the States at all at first, according to his twin.

They’ll look at you, find nuffin’ ‘n leave th’name Kray well alone

You know though what they say about the best laid plans of mice ‘n men.

Someone somewhere had said that name too loud round the wrong ears, got it pinned to the same board as Family members and now, here Ron found himself -- on a street corner with a Marshal trying to wrap his head around how the dice might fall if he closed up shop to him or kept him round. The reflexive pull back from Law which was his go to felt safer to the once-crook in him. Were this London and he was still neck deep in intrigues that would be the only option for both their sakes. It didn’t do for a gangster to court the police, no matter their species. Even without proof of his guilt, he’d be putting them both in danger. 

This though, Ron reminded himself as he followed a taxi with his eyes as it sped past, was Not London. Pulling back sharp here could read as guilt real easy, irrespective of how - for all he looked the spitting image of a fella who was looking to get Made in that specific way only a Family can make someone - he wasn’t that man. Call him the front if it fit, the distraction, the feint, but he was no criminal here. The Feds could look all they pleased. They’d find no dirty money in Ron’s coffers; no clandestine meetings attended by both of the brothers Kray. Just the sharp one with the oily smile and the slick suit.

“--Ray...” 

Ron’s gaze moved back to the Marshal once the taxi’d disappeared. He’d not meant to only half name him, but the syllable fell out the same way the words Don’t do this would if the speaker was bone tired. It wasn’t pleading by any stretch, but it’d take a bigger one to miss how Ron disdained the idea of Raylan putting distance between himself and the pub and, by extension, between he and the publican personally. For all he’d not said so aloud - and didn’t think he needed to - he’d come to covet Ray’s company when he visited; had sat or stood with him for what must be hours now chewing the fat, trading snippets of their life stories or just listening as the Lawman decompressed after a day at the office wore him thin. Potential appearances of guilt aside, it’d be a real shame to lose that easy repartee over the prying of an uppity pup of a Marshal who was looking to tangle with the wrong big dog round town. 

“--I’d pr’fer” Ron said finally, nodding to the cup of what smelled like bitter brown to him.”Tha’ th’next drink you ‘av in my comp’ny’s one I’ve eivvah bought for yah, or poured for yah.” His brows rose and chin dipped just slightly, the expression landing somewhere between coy and cheeky. “--B’cause tha’ stuff-” Bitter brown was pointed at. “We c’n do bettah than tha’.” Cheeky eased into something a lick warmer and more welcoming, Ron’s lips flickering up at their corners in an almost grin. 

“Yer welcome in me establishment, mate. Jus’ leave y’puppy at work, aye?”

[yopigeonflyerjo]

Mobsters

To be clear I don't romanticise real people, like Reggie Kray etc, I write only for fictional characters.

Dating Reggie Kray headcanons (will be soon)

Dating !modern! Michael Corleone headcanons (will be soon)

[hecatemoon87]

The Vampire of Camden Town - Alfie Solomons PART I

You can also read: The Vampire Devil Delaney / The Brooklyn Vampire (Bob from the Drop) / The Insatiable Vampire (Freddie Jackson) Part I & Part II / The East End Vampire (Reggie Kray) Part I

Part II

Warnings: Talk of Blood Drinking and Sex

Words: 2277

It happened right after the war, on my way back to London town. A bullet wound I got from the Jerries had become infected and I was on me deathbed, about to shake hands with God himself. But then she came to me. A goddess from ancient times crept into my room to whisper sweet words and drink my blood. She asked me if I wanted to live forever and I told her fuck yes. Get me the fuck out of this bed, ‘cause I’ve got plans, big plans. 

And now here I am, a hundred fucking years later, still making plans. I own most of Camden Town now. You can’t throw a rock without it landing on a piece of property I own. My name’s a fuckin’ brand. Solomons’ Flats, Solomons’ Agency, Solomons’ Bakery, Solomons’ Rum, etc. I tell people I’m Alfie Solomons’ great grandson. Yeah I know, striking resemblance to the old bulldog. 

I have everything. Power, wealth and fame. But it gets lonely, you know? And I’ve got my eye on this woman. She ain’t from Camden, no. She’s imported from across the pond, an American. And although I do love my London ladies, this Yankee princess is special. I’ve seen her around, stirring up all kinds of trouble. She reminds me of gunpowder. Looks innocent enough, but if you don’t handle it carefully, it will blow everything to pieces. And fuckin’ hell, I want that. I want her to upheave my life, turn it fuckin’ inside out and set it all on fire. I want to feel something, mate. After being alive for over a century, you become numb. Empty inside, as it were. 

Tonight is Halloween and I’ll be doing what my kind does best, hunting. I think it’s time she finally met ol’ Alfie Solomons, The Vampire of Camden Town. 

— o — o —

Inside the club the DJ played loud EDM, the bass blasting out over the dance floor. Young people from all over London gyrate their bodies to the hypnotic beat, drunk on life, alcohol and drugs. Alfie moved silently in the shadows, seen but unseen. If he had wanted anyone to notice him completely, he would have fucking allowed it. And if he had allowed it, they’d see a very handsome man with a well groomed beard, wearing a stylish three piece suit and an expensive peacoat. He was not fond of clubs, not like these anyway. In his day, clubs were classy and played good music. The noise bothered him, but he wasn’t there for entertainment, he was there for her. 

Her name was Beatrix Laveau and she was dancing carefree on the dance floor. She was wearing an alluring witchy outfit that evening. A tight black laced bodice, a short black skirt with thigh high fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels. She had made her eyes smokey and her lips black for that Halloween’s evening out. As she danced, she bent over arching her back and then returned upright. Alfie swallowed hard, as he had seen her shapely bottom and the thin black lace panties that barely covered her skin. 

He emitted a deep growl from his chest and his eyes slowly burned with the hellfire. Suddenly, Beatrix paused in her dancing and looked around. She could feel her skin prickle with goose flesh and she touched the back of her neck to feel hair standing on end. She glanced around the club, wondering who was staring at her, but she saw no one. Narrowing her eyes into the crowd, she flipped her hair over her shoulders in annoyance. 

“Clever little miss. You feel me don’t you, pet?” Alfie whispered from the shadows. 

Her paranoia was justified when she felt someone’s hand ride up under her skirt, giving one of her firm cheeks a good squeeze. She turned around immediately and pushed away a young man wearing a werewolf costume. 

“Oh, real nice, jerk!” she snapped and stormed off the dance floor. 

“Dollin’ yourself up, but don’t let the boys touch? Good girl,” Alfie said under his breath. 

Beatrix was done with the club. She had only gone because her cousins had insisted. She had wanted to perform a wiccan ritual, as she and her family were witches. But her cousins had told her it was old fashioned and that she should go out and have a little fun. She was bitterly regretting her decision as she grabbed her purse and coat and headed out the back exit. 

What she didn’t know was that the man in the werewolf costume had watched her leave and he had followed her. And, unfortunately for the werewolf, he didn’t know that Alfie’s red eyes had followed him out the door. 

“Tosser. I’ll fuckin’ make you a late night snack,” he said, blending back into the shadows.

Beatrix walked quickly down the alley, wrapping her coat tightly around her body. A bitter autumn wind rushed down the alley, pushing up the dry leaves and causing a loud rustling that blocked out the sound of the young man approaching from behind. He grabbed her arm and pushed her up against the alley wall. 

“You weren’t being very nice back there. Maybe this will convince you to spread those gorgeous legs of yours,” the man said, pulling out a switchblade. 

Beatrix closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come. Suddenly, the man was yanked backwards into the darkened alley. She opened her eyes to see a darkness, nothing like anything she had ever seen. It was an abyss, a swirling endless void that consumed all light and all life. And from that darkness came the screams of the man. Blood curdling screams, screams of horror and despair making Beatrix tremble with fear. She wanted to move, she wanted to run., but she was frozen to the wall. 

Finally, she got herself moving and ran. But her heels hindered her from moving quickly and just before she exited the alleyway, she fell. Bracing herself for impact on the cold, hard ground, she found herself in the arms of a man. She opened her eyes and saw a bearded man with deep calming blue eyes. 

“You alright there, luv? Looks like you had a bit of a tumble,” he said. 

His voice was soft and gentle, he was also very handsome. He held her close, in a comforting way. But he was a stranger and she was still terrified from the screaming. Her dainty hand lashed out and slapped him across the face. 

“Blimey,” Alfie said, releasing his hold on her. 

She sank down to the cold ground of the alleyway and shouted up at him. 

“Who the fuck are you? Don’t touch me!” 

Alfie raised a hand to his face, the heat she had left on his cheek felt fabulous. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins, pumping hard from terror and now rage. He knew she’d be absolutely delicious when the time came to drink her blood. He pulled the fabric of his pants near his knees upward and squatted down to her eye level.  

“Name’s Alfie Solomons, luv,” he said. 

“Solomons…as in the name that’s plastered every fucking where in Camden Town?” she asked. 

“Yeah, one and the same,” he said. 

“Oh, nice try creep. I’m not going to fall for that!” she said, glaring at him. 

He shrugged, took out his wallet from his back pocket and removed his I.D. He handed it to her and she snatched it away. Her green eyes scanned over the card and she handed it back to him. 

“There’s nothing on there that explains why you are lurking around in an alleyway,” she said. 

“You’re gonna catch your death sitting on that cold ground,” he said, ignoring her question and returning his I.D. to his wallet. 

She attempted to get up on her own, but with the heels she was having difficulty. He bent down and took her arm, pulling her up with ease. Once she was rebalanced on her heels she slapped him away. 

“Alright, alright, put your claws away, kitten,” he said, letting her go and casting his hands upwards to show he meant no harm. 

“I’m leaving. Something’s back there, it just killed a man. I’m not sticking around to find out what it is,” she said, brushing past him and onto the sidewalk. 

He strolled alongside her, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You don’t need to worry about all that. That wanker had it comin’,” Alfie said, casually. 

She turned and looked at him, her eyes wide with horror. 

“You did that?” she gasped. 

“I did. He was a twat, wasn’t he? He tasted like shite,” Alfie said. 

He looked over to see her running away from him. He smiled, watching her hips wiggle as she hauled ass. He was impressed by how quickly she could run in heels. He used his vampire magic to shift through dimensions and waited for her on the other side of the building.

Beatrix cleared the corner, looking back in hopes she had lost him. Relieved she didn’t see him anymore she turned back around and screamed. There he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“What’s your hurry, luv? Night’s still young, innit?” he said.

“Stay away from me! I know what you are!” she said, backing away slowly. 

“I know and I know what you are, luv. Look, I just wanna talk,” he said, walking toward her. 

“You…you stay away! I know magic, I can hurt vampires,” she said, but she didn’t sound convincing. 

“I bet you do, luv. Why don’t you calm down, yeah? Come back to my flat, have a drink and talk?” he said, proceeding towards her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she said, edging away.

Alfie nodded sympathetically. “Course not. But you’re a good girl, ain’t you though? You’ll listen to Alfie, won’t you, luv?”

She slowly blinked and she began to look sleepy. 

“You look cold. Let’s just go back to me flat, yeah?” 

Alfie paused for a moment, hoping that his mesmerism had worked. He was worried because she was a witch and he was unsure if it would work. 

“Yeah, I feel cold. That sounds fine,” she said, dreamily. 

He sighed with relief and took out his phone to dial his chauffeur. Within the hour they were back at his flat, sitting on his sofa. He had made her some tea and when he returned, he snapped his fingers, bringing her back to reality. She gasped as she came out of the trance and looked around the room in a panic. 

“Oh my god, where am I!” she shrieked and stood up. 

“You’re safe, just sit down,” he said, placing the tea to the side. He stood up and tried to guide her back to the sofa. 

“No!” she said, and started to slap at him. 

He liked how feisty she was being. Her fury was starting to get him randy. He had a sudden impulse to turn her around, yank down her panties and spread her legs apart. He wanted to skim his fingers over her quivering cunt, slip them inside and get her gushing wet, then spread her over his massive cock. He knew she’d be a vocal little creature, moaning sinfully as he pounded her into submission. 

He closed his eyes and focused all his will power on controlling himself. Once he felt the feeling dissipate, he returned his focus on Beatrix wailing her tiny fists against his chest. 

“Alright, poppet, here we go,” he said, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her down to the floor. 

“Get off me!” she screamed and beat at him harder. 

Alfie straddled her and held her throat. He didn’t squeeze, he simply held her against the floor with his body weight. As she struggled, he looked off into the distance, thinking about what he needed to do the next night. Meanwhile she kicked, slapped and cursed him.

“That’s right, luv. Get it all out of your system,” he said, nodding. 

Several moments later, he could sense her strength was tapering and her struggling becoming weaker. And then finally she stopped altogether. He felt her breathe heavily as she caught her breath.

“Fine, what do you want?” she finally said. 

“Good, I knew you’d change your mind,” he said, getting up and pulling her with him. 

She took a seat on the couch and he handed the tea he had set down earlier. Beatrix took the tea and frowned at it. 

“I'm so not drinking this,” she said. 

“Bloody hell woman. Fine, don’t drink it then,” he said. 

He watched as she looked down at the tea again, then looked at him. 

“Don’t you bloody dare,” he said, but it was too late. 

She splashed the lukewarm tea in his face and bolted for the door. Alfie sat there just for a moment and shook his head. He’d get her to settle down if it was the last thing he did. He stood up and transported himself to the front door, blocking her from opening it. 

“Let me go!” she whined. 

He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to the sofa, firmly placing her back on it. 

“Shut your pretty mouth and listen,” he said, sternly. 

She stared at him, seemingly affected by his command. 

“Your name’s Beatrix Laveau, innit? He asked. 

She nodded slowly. 

“And you're descended from Marie Laveau, the great Vodoun priestess of New Orleans?” he asked. 

“Yes. Now, just tell me what you want already!” she said, getting annoyed.

“I want to drink your blood,” he said. 

To be continued, second part in the works!

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