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Did she care who was around? Did she care who were the witches trying their luck today of all days?

No, not at all.

It was a night where Vivienne always felt closer to him. As if the dark, the shadows were his hands, touching her, inviting her, taking her hand to where ever it was he wanted her to be.

It was as close to him as she ever felt. It was his power; it was his will, which allowed the other witches to ascend. Yes, they would feel his power, but they would also feel his wrath.

As others, gathered, as others hummed, as others talked, Vivienne just closed her eyes, tilting her head back, breathing heavily as she the air change.

Lilith was talking, but Vivienne knew she was not worthy, she felt it in her bones. Lilith was all talk, but no bite. She tried, the poor girl tried hard, but would she really show them? Will she really become powerful?

No. He wouldn't allow someone like that to have anything special. Yes, he'd take her as his servant, as the keeper of his gates, but she would not be at his side.

Her nails dug into her palms, drawing out blood, her own offering to him, as she had always done. A piece of her while he focused elsewhere.

Always, anything for him.

For a while, Vivienne stood still, not noticing anything around her at all. Not even when the fire started. Not even when the fire started to catch her cloak.

"If you want me, you can have me." She whispered, her breathing heavy, but it wasn't because of the flames licking her skin. No, she was in a trance, absolutely taken by the imaginary before her.

He wanted her, so she would go to him.

Without a single scream, not like the pathetic little Lilith.

"I am yours eternally."

It was only then that she noticed someone pulling on her, someone dragging her away.

"No, he wants this." She dug her heels into the ground and yet she was still pulled away.

Serephina.

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Damien could sense her frustration. Perhaps it was a sign of the times, perhaps a little horny desperation, or perhaps just a small oversight on his part. Regardless, he’d have to make it up to her. He could feel her displeasure through the touch of his hand, and that was not what he wanted right now. Hedonism was his desire tonight, and he wanted her to come to the altar and worship it, herself, and her body with him. His bed would be their altar. That is, after he was done with her up against the back of the old fir tree.

He watched her hand as if it wielded a knife, his eyes following it intently as she moved it up underneath her skirt and found the thin fabric beneath. Fabric he was sure he would have just simply pushed aside if she hadn’t managed to get there fast enough. But she had, and her movement made him slow down, reminding him that this wasn’t something—someone—he should simply take without savoring. He’d let too much of his human side drive him here; his mortal side. With a breath, a pause, he brought his hand back up to her face and cupped it, about to pull away at her request and show her what she wanted, when she grabbed his face and held him close. He wouldn’t fight. Didn’t want to. He pressed his body against hers, responding to her evident need with his own want, and locked his hand into the back of her hair.

The dirt clings to his feet as he curls his toes against it, taking a moment to revel in the sensation of everything around him. It's a reminder of why he can't let, as his mother once said, the curse destroy him from the inside out. He can't let it have him. He wasn’t ready to give this up—this and the face that helped him achieve it. Time had taught him where to place his hands, when to move, and when it was best to hold his breath and do what the woman beneath him ordered him to do. Perhaps the only time Damien would admit he put someone’s needs above his own. Of course, it was all just a means to his own delightful end. There was nothing quite like the exhilaration his body felt after he watched someone come undone from his hand or mouth. Still, the act was perhaps Damien's most selfless one.

As the night deepened, a cool breeze rustled through the trees, mingling the scent of earth and pine. The world around them seemed to pause, holding its breath. Damien tightened his grip, feeling the rough bark against his fingers, anchoring himself in the present moment. It wasn't just about satisfying a primal urge but savoring the raw, unfiltered reality of the here and now. The fleeting ecstasy, the delicate balance between control and surrender, was his escape from the mundane. Tonight, he wasn't just a man driven by desire; he was a being claiming a fleeting taste of freedom, relishing the intoxicating mix of power and vulnerability that defined the night. With each breath, he embraced the primal simplicity of the moment, losing himself in the physical connection, if only for a while.

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A rival?

Vivienne Young didn't have rivals. And the fact that he was comparing her to a figment of his imagination? Well, that was rather sad. What she liked about her movies, was the fact that, yes, she was a figment to their imagination, but she was real. The crowds of men, women at her premiers... Well, that offered them a chance to see her right there, in front of their eyes, instead of a big TV screen. She made sure to offer them her hand, squeeze them, let them hug her. Because she liked playing into their imagination. Become that unattainable dream while feeding into their delusions. It was the perfect way to use her power without actually using them. What a beautiful concept it was.

So Damien speaking that nonsense? At least he was pretty, otherwise she'd have simply left him stranded alone on that boat.

It was when he took off his shoes and got into the water, extending his hand at her, that she arched her brow at him. Really, he expected her to get in? Wasn't even offering to carry her?

Laurie crossed her mind just then. The beautiful cop with a soft smile and kind eyes. He'd have carried her to where ever it was they needed to be. He would have made sure that her feet didn't get dirty. He was a gentleman, and apparently Damien was a little over his head.

But damn, he was handsome.

"I don't follow orders." This time, Vivienne ignored his hand. She took off hershoes, and jumped into the water. If he was going to act that way, well then... She was just going to get what she wanted.

Unfortunately, he still found her hand, he still took control over her. What right did he have when he didn't have basic skill? She was going to have to tell Daphne that he was nothing like the heroines in his books. All a sham.

As he neared her, Vivienne smirked, knowing exactly what he wanted. Her hands found his shirt, pulling the buttons apart so his gorgeous chest was on show. So flawless, so toned... She could have licked it right then and there. But she was a petty witch. "Not exactly." There was mischievousness in her voice as she dropped her hands from his torso, her fingers had been drawing small circles, and went straight under her skirt. It was then she started to pull down her underwear, all the way down until they reached the ground. "Now, I want to see." No, she didn't need to actually visualise anything at all. Vivienne placed her hand over his cheek, gently brushing his skin with her fingers as she pulled him in close and kissed him. She wanted to taste him.

The Warlock answered her with a smile because that was all she was going to get. He didn't reply to teases; he didn't give them the time. It was just a game to him, a game he had no interest in being a part of. He didn't get this dating thing. He came from a time when you told someone how you felt, and they agreed to it. Maybe not to everyone, but to Damien… always. Though he had found it deeply interesting when one girl had refused his advances because she was already marrying another. It was funny how some humans got bewitched by loyalty rather than beauty or someone who simply outdid them in every aspect. Baffling, even. Why wouldn't you want something better if it was available to you?

Because, of course, the only reason why Damien was currently with Vivienne right now was that tonight she was his best option. If someone better had come along, he would've made his farewells and pursued her instead. Just as he was sure Vivienne would've if someone out there existed that exceeded his own beauty. Of course, the latter part was just a way of saying… nothing more.

His laugh radiated through the tunnel at her next comment. "Well, if we're talking one of my books, I think you'd make an excellent rival to Helena."

Helena had been fashioned out of a basic idea. Find what women wanted to feel about themselves and put it into action. It was why Helena remained both delicately feminine and yet still capable of helping Gabriel when he was in need of it. He'd witnessed the chains that had once held women in their place fall to the side, and he'd marveled at the complexity of them now, wanting both freedom and love. It didn't seem to go hand in hand, in Damien's opinion, but the modern woman was as enigmatic as she was amusing, and he was happy with how life had turned out for them. He much rather the conversations he had with women in the 20th Century than back when his nail beds had been caked with dirt and pig fur.

Her legs settled on his lap, and he felt his stomach grow tight and warm. It reminded him of what he'd felt earlier that night and what he usually wouldn't necessarily take advantage of unless he was really spurred in the moment to. Count him spurred. So, without a word in reply to her question, Damien steered them over to the other side of the lake, now that they'd floated out of the tunnel, and slipped off his shoes as they neared the bank, "Follow me…" he put his sneakers down on his seat, rolling up his jeans before lowering his feet over the side and letting the water wash up around his ankles. He reached over, taking her hand, giving her no choice but to follow him as he ignored some couples making out on the sand (that looked dirty) and pulled her further into the woods.

It was a spot he might take any other, but his business with them wouldn't involve the plans he had with Vivienne as his hand tightened, and he twisted her around so her back slid up against the back of some old fir tree. "Is this what you had in mind?" He neared her, giving her the opportunity to push him away. Though it was rare to come across that reaction from most women he found himself between. "Because I did." He lowered his head, his mouth nearing her own.

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Viviene wanted the big teddy. What was the point if the dude got a small little fish for her? That would have been an actual embarassment. So she played the boy; not too much as he wouldn't lose his concentration, but just enough. Didn't farm boys use a gun to shoot a sick animal? Or hunting? He had to be good for something.

While Daphne played with her boy, Viv promised with her eyes a good time if he got what she wanted. Now, did it matter how he got it? Not at all. As he missed a few marks, she pouted at him, soothing her skirt as an indication of what he might miss. That gave him enough fire. After he was done, he got offered a mid size toy, to which Vivienne just shook her head. No, that won't do. So he did what any farmie boy did. Grabbed the guy by his shirt and threatened to beat him up. Or whatever it was, she wasn't really listening to the conversation, her eyes simply on the prize.

Now, with her massive teddy in her arms, she smiled sweetly at both of the men. "Well, we obviously can't meet you here, now, can we? Why don't you meet us at midnight? At the Willows?" She and Daphne could play with them then. In their own way.

To no surprise they agreed.

With her best friend in towe, Viv grinned. "I just made us some amazing plans for midnight."

- fin -

They're not conventionally attractive, but Daphne has never really been one to get caught up on that. What she does get caught up on is the idea of a man. To her, a man should be rugged, with hands big enough to swallow her own and hair she can slip her fingers into and tousle. Facial hair is always a plus, too. So, while these two aren't her usual white-collar, bearded delights, they’re still very much on Daphne's radar. What she won't tolerate is a man who cries, especially over her. She wants their attention, but there are specific rules to it. It's like cooking a chicken: not too much, not too little, or you'll either end up with it burnt or yourself with salmonella.

Daphne glanced at the skinny one, the one with his eyes locked on Vivienne like she was straight out of a dream. That, she could agree with. Sharing a glance with the brunette, she let her pinkie slip around hers for a quick squeeze before weaving her way around to the other and settling on the edge of the stall. "So, handsome, what is a guy like you doing out here tonight without a date? Don't tell me… you're recently single." She didn't care about his life story, but if you made someone feel important for simply existing, you could practically get them to do whatever you wanted. And Daphne really, really wanted that stuffed gorilla.

She could tell her mark was a bit slow, but that didn't matter; all that mattered was his hand-eye coordination. "Oh, that's nice…" It seemed he did have a girlfriend, but she was clearly not very important—he had already glanced at the space between her dress and her neck six times since bumping into him. "You don't think you could teach me how to shoot that thing, do you?"

She giggled, manoeuvring herself and letting his calloused hands guide her into position before he told her to breathe out as she squeezed the trigger. Bullseye! She jumped, squealing in delight, as the man behind the stall brought over her very large stuffed gorilla. What was she going to do with it after tonight? Who knows—that wasn't the point. The point was it was hers now, and she had won it all herself.

Of course, now that the fanfare was over, she was bored and tired, and she also knew she had to get back and wrap things up with Ron. "Okay, we'd love to stay, but…" She wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling her away from the scene. "Have you got anything else planned for the rest of the night?"

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"Is that supposed to be a threat?" If it was, it was a bad one. What was it about hunters that made them feel so sure of themselves? They barely had any power to hold on to, except for the mirror hanging on their walls. Cloudy one at that, as they constantly wore dirt as if it was the highest fashion in Beverly Hills. Plus the stench of them. Didn't they ever shower? At least she wore, not drank, her victims' blood with pride, not doused in waste water.

"You're always making things messy. I thought they were supposed to teach you skill? You're no worse than a werewolf you're hunting. In fact, I couldn't spot five differences. You're an animal, except that you're more like a pig. At least they have pretty furs." Vampire or not, she just didn't like Jack. "Count Dracula would be disappointed." Or was she from that other clan? Vivienne, normally had respect for some of the vampires. The Dracula ones, of course, because it was Satan that offered them a gift. Borgias she did not much care for.

"Please do," Dilan leers, fangs entirely unkept as she looks over Vivienne as a meal not even worth the trouble. The trouble with witches... the pesky little bastards, had her family line not hailed from those of werewolf hunters - viable and strengthened beyond all else, Dilan would undoubtedly have set her sights on the creation of witches. To stamp them out beneath her boot, would be the only worthwhile venture that involved a single one of them - perhaps, savor a spine or two for her collection. "With any luck, you'll enter, only to never be seen again." A sneer, the corner of her mouth turned up and revealed blood stained teeth and gums, "What a story that would be."

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The question made Vivienne giggle. Oh, she had no idea how much Vivienne was able to find out. Good thing she learned to control it, so that she could choose whose minds she wanted to see into, what messages to relay, who's reality to change.

"So, should we talk about the weather instead?" Her brows arched., surely she hit a nerve. Well, damn. To be this pretty and be dumped? The world was truly cruel. Vivienne wanted to reach out and soothe the woman's hair, tell her that there were enough ways to make a man suffer so that she wouldn't have to. Maybe a topic for another day, as she clearly would have rather discussed the different kinds of dirt under their feet.

Pity.

"Who ever they are, they are surely not worth that sour look on your face. Not worth to ruin a beautiful day now or ever." Being sad over a man? What a foreign concept. Though, maybe if she loved the said man the same way she devoted herself to Satan? Would that be the same? But then again, there was no one like the dark lord, so what could even compare? They'd have to be truly glorious to even match the greatness of his unholiness.

"Have you ever tried to make a doll and poke needles at it?"

Regrettably, yes. Jo knew precisely how powerful love could be to one's psyche... and also how devastating when it crumbled. Instead of deigning the other woman with a response, she merely lifted one of her brows and internally groaned. For the love of pragmatism and sanity, this lady had better not be a hopeless romantic looking for likeminded souls.

The heart-shaped well was empty over here, only cynicism remained.

Have you been dumped?

Now that struck a chord, although her expression was careful not to betray it. While Anton hadn't dumped her outright, his retreat from their relationship might as well have shot them both where they stood. Jo had merely been the one merciful enough to declare time of death.

"Quite the conversation starter." A question for a question, she'd plead the fifth. "Do you always pry into people's lives when you first meet?"

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Barf.

Was she actually serious? There was one thing Vivienne absolutely hated was a fake smile and women who tried to pretend to be nice. This one didn't look, didn't feel like she was nice. Be a bitch, shoe me who you really are, Vivienne wanted to say, but didn't.

Yes, Vivienne absolutely was a hypocrite.

"Magical." She repeated, her brow arching. If this was what she thought was magic... Well she truly felt sorry for her then. What a tragic life she must live. Poor thing.

Well, not everyone could be as blesses as her to hold Satan's favour. That thought alonewarmed her heart. Or whatever it was that beat inside her chest. "We-..." She was cut off when she heard her name being shouted.

"Vivvy!" The witch did an immediate eye roll. "I can't believe I found you! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Lucky was an experiment gone wrong. A month ago or so, Vivienne wanted to show Daphne that yes, the stuff at her occult store worked and no it wasn't by using her powers, but the stuff that was in the books. She chose a fairly good looking boy in town. Lucky was a farmers boy but he could have been so much more if he just tried a little. Put on a bad to the bone attitude, pretend to be an airhead and he'd have the world at his feet. But now, Lucky was just an airhead.

The book worked, of course, but now she had Lucky looking for her at every corner.

So there she was, standing between two evils. Neither was a good choice, and rnning would just make her feet hurt. "Do you want him?" Vivienne offered, poiting at Lucky while speaking to the woman. "He could definitely make it more magical."

By now Prudence had made her way through each of the more acclaimed rides, the shrill giggles and shrieks of children and teenagers alike still making her teeth ache. She was making a round through the more lowkey attractions and had quite unfortunately found herself strolling along the makeshift path to The Love Tunnel. She couldn’t help the unpleasant scowl that upturned her features, lips pursed and arms crossed as the non-anatomically correct heart-shaped arch loomed ahead like a storm cloud. Perhaps Prudence would appreciate it more had it been anatomically correct, but alas, few people could appreciate the true beauty and structure of an actual heart. Shrugging more so to herself, Pru turned to the dark haired woman who seemed to be attempting to talk herself into heading forward.  “Only if you let me come with you.” Prudence smiled, small and warm, but certainly nothing that exuded cheerfulness or camaraderie. She simply felt it would be tragic to ride The Love Tunnel alone and she found it much more amusing when she spoke to anyone outside that damn voice in her head. She’d nearly come to the point of demanding payment for the amount of time he spent skulking about in her mind, but that was neither here nor there. “Out of all the fairs I’ve been to, I can’t say that any of them had anything as… magical as this.”

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"That's a choice of words." Vievienne narrowed her eyes at the other. Sure, there were many meanings to it, but wasn't the usual expression: sucking someone's face off? This was Salem, after all, and the witch knew better than to think that the town existed solely for her entertainment. She wished, sure, but if anything, she made LA the slave which kissed her feet.

"Isn't there a lot of things to do in the dark?" She asked innocently but it was anything but. Testing the water, dipping her toes to see what they were. A game, per se. Sure, she could read into her mind, but not every person was worthy of her gifts. The gifts that Satan himself offered to her. Made her his wisest, and bestest choice.

The corner of her lips turned as she thought to the altar back at home. The fondness she felt for it, the longing - as if it always called on her.

"Why come to the carnival if you're going to be complaing? Might as well skip it. Being a cinic must be utterly boring."

There's not much to say, about Natalia's life outside of hunting. A repetitive daily routine of training to studying left very little room for activities, such as circuses, or carnivals. Certainly none that would warrant the Morozov to pass the Arc of Love, alone or otherwise. She'd had the complete intention of moving along: The gun games, rigged as they may be, had a much better chance at catching her attention.

But ears attuned to her surroundings did not chance a vacation, and company's words are caught like a fly in a spider's web. "It's overdone." Natalia finds herself speaking before thinking, but pointing at the tunnel of love to drive her point home. "You're sitting in a swan boat in the dark, watching shadows move around a pink light. It's not really fun, unless you're eating your partner's face."

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Everything had it's price and Vivienne wasn't going to waste her evening like this. Why would she when there were far more interesting things for her to do? This... Woman looked as if she could use some entertainment, she was standing so still. Certainly something different than from the usual pea brained humans. But did Vivienne care enough about her to try and figure it out?

Absolutely not.

"He will pay." Vivienne's eyes found Paul's and thus she entered his brain. So many viles things there were. But mostly breasts, endless breasts from playboy to some scattered VHS tape porn, too.

It wasn't even good, which was the biggest thing that made her want to vmit in her mouth. The sheer audacity. Yet, inside she planted another thought - the woman in front, and his obsessive love for her, the willingness to do anything for her, to never leave her alone, to replay every word she had, and would ever say to him. There wouldn't be a single moment in which he wasn't going to think of her.

A situation well dealt.

With a smile, Viv turned her head to her. "No. I don't want to go. It's your issue now." She smiled sweetly, but it didn't reach her eyes. She didn't much care for anything else anymore, and the woman certainly wasn't of interest to her.

"Bye." She sent them an air kiss, turned around and left.

Beautiful, Merida thought, two for the price of one. She'd dine tonight, she was certain.

Whoever Paul was, he was being played for a fool. And Merida couldn't have asked for better entertainment as she turned to give the dark haired woman a slow once over, a mocking sense of approval etching themselves onto her lips. Merida might've been standing there, mildly amused by the puppy like man trailing after a woman who so obviously had little interest; she didn't know the woman, had seen her in passing a few times at the carnival -- it was hard to miss a woman who seemed to have men trailing after her like their lives depended upon it. She had a knack for theatrics, something Merida also possessed.

Tempting, Merida thought as her eyes slid over to Paul. However, Merida didn't like sharing, and while a meal was always welcome -- she liked to do it in solitude. Merida's hunger gnawed at her, unsatisfactory, primal thirst. She could hear Paul's heart pounding, blood gushing through his veins, inviting, crying.

It was calling to her senses.

"Both?" a silken whisper, dripping with faux sugar prinkled words. " I always always told two's good company, so why not." Merida's eyes flicked to the ghost train, garish decorations an attemp at the theme known ominous, but, of course, it failed miserably. She had no interest in the ride itself, but she wouldn't turn it down. "I think that can be arranged..."

Eyeing Paul for a moment. "You'll pay for us both...right?" it sounded like a suggestion, it wasn't.

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Vivienne glanced at his features; satan, he was pretty. His skin was smooth, brown eyes that almost had a hint of green in them and, ah, he was so blissfully naïve. The witch almost wanted to lick his face, maybe she still could. A little desert? A little offering?

Time would tell.

"You're such a babe." She smiled sweetly at him. Could he be of use to her? IT was always good to have the cops under one's belt, was it not? Not that he really would give her anything she couldn't do herself, and yet... She wanted him. She wanted him to keep playing her knight in shining armour. He'd definitely get a kick out of it, surely.

Did he have a wife? While looking at him with her doe eyes, she searched his brain and surely enough, there she was. That only made the corners of her lips curve further into a smile. Mister Lewis just became her favourite.

Ah, of course he got into the boat first. What a gentleman. So fly, as Marty McFly liked to say himself. Back to the future, but she was going to show him more than that. Taking his hand, Vivienne purposely lost her balance, falling right into his lap. "Oh my god, I'm such a clutz." She covered her face with her hands, feigning the embarrassment, even her cheeks went slightly pink. "I'm so sorry." She tried, in a very loose term, to move off of him, but instead, she turned her face so it was barely inches away from his. "No, the lights aren't scarey at all." Vivienne blinked, slowly, giving him a look that said I'm seeing you for the first time in my life. One she had mastered, giving the amount of movies she had done.

"Love, you say?" The witch fluttered her eyelashes at Laurie, as her arm hooked around his neck for support. Yeah, he could do the work and float them through the water, but she could do her own job.

"I don't think anyone would try to hurt me when you're around." She smiled at him.

There was a sound just then, truthfully, Vivienne wasn't even sure what it was, but she used the opportunity, nonetheless. Quickly, she put her other arm around his neck, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. "What was that?" She whispered.

The soft warm glow of the lights hanging above her made her look even more surreal, angelic even, like he couldn't quite believe he was seeing her in real life rather than on a television screen. A part of him wants to reach out to see if there's an invisible pane of glass between them. Which he obviously doesn't do, because that would be creepy and weird.

As she nears him, however, his focus shifts entirely as it's clear she's unnerved. The touch of her hand on his arm, whilst reminding him that yes she was very much here, very much real, also showed him how scared she really was. Those damn pesky kids. Just because she was famous did not mean that she wasn't also a person!

Laurie thought he could concentrate on the task at hand until her fingers became entangled with his own. He could feel his heart beating against his chest and his mouth was slightly ajar. Was he... cheating? No. This was work related. If she felt safer by holding his hand, then he couldn't take that away from her. Ashley would not understand but they were rarely on the same page these days. A quick gulp, as he desperately tries to regain composure. "You wouldn't be disturbing my night, ma'am. I'd be more than happy to accompany you."

There really was nothing scary about the Love Tunnel. Maybe he could show her just how nice it could be, so she could come back with someone and really make the most out of the experience. Though, he's sure there were better options in LA when it came to romance.

As they pass the ticket office, he makes a gesture to Dan to let him know he'll be pay him back after the ride. "Vivienne," he repeats, as if he was saying it for the first time, rather than as her biggest fan. "I'm Laurie. It's a pleasure to meet you." More like, it was the best day of his entire life. He couldn't wait to tell Kaya about this.

Laurie gets on the swan boat first and holds out a hand for steady support so she could join him. "Don't worry, they're just decorations," he explains, as more lights decorated the tunnel they were about to enter. "And those things falling from the ceiling are flower petals. Nothing to be afraid of. They're supposed to capture a first love kind of feel." He still didn't quite understand what scared her so much. The colour pink, perhaps? Oh, that's right. There was a disturbance.

Back to the task, he asks, "Has anyone been bothering you?"

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There was an old record playing in the background, the vinyl disc turning in circles as soft music filled the room. A mixture of musical sounds and the dark choir calling for his unholiness. The special room was lit with hundreds of candles, quietly simmering in the darkness.

Vivienne was standing in the middle of the light; standing, never kneeling, with her red silk dress which hardly covered anything at all and a hood draped over her head.

In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi.

Her voice was quiet, yet echoed clear in the mids of all the sounds coming from the record player. It was her time for her prayer; it was her time to talk to the one her entirety belonged to.

Akephalos, Shine through me, Come forth in war, Come forth in peace. Bring down the sun; Extinguish all the stars; Let me remain; In splendor of thy light.

In her hands, she held her sacrificial knife, and only her lips were seen as moving. Her breathing hitched as she closed her eyes, repeating the incantations she had a million times before. There was an old drawing if him in front of her, the unholy beast, the one who had always been in the centre of all her desires.

Bornless One; As darkness bright; Found not in tongues; Found not in light. Bring down the rain; Drain waters of Styx; Faustian luminary; Redeem; Blaspheme.

The knife lifted in the air before meeting the palm of her hand, the sharp edges cutting across her skin like butter, her hot blood seeping from her wound. Vivienne's eye's opened, as excitement shone through them. She felt alive, she felt as if his presence was there with her with each drop to the floor.

Like a day without the dawn; Like a ray void of the sun; Like a storm that brings no calm; I’m most complete, yet so undone.

The hand which was dripping with her blood now lifted to her face, as she smeared her fresh blood over her features; across her forehead, across her eyes, her nose, lips, and neck.

Agathos Daimon; Of plague and fever; Thy name is Nowhere; Thy name is Never. Liberate me; Ignite the seeds; Bind not to guilt; Ignis Gehennalis.

Her tongue traced the blood from her lips, as she dropped the knife to the floor. Then a chuckle left her as she spun around, walking through the candles as if she held the power within.

Hear me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me; so that every Spirit of the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth, on dry land and in the water; of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire, and every spell and scourge of God may be obedient unto Me.

It was the thing she was muttering as she made way through the halls, as she echoed through the statues of her beloved. Vivienne knew where she was, she knew where she was going. If the other girls weren't doing the same, if the other girls feared her, as they should have, this was no place for them. They didn't deserve the gifts bestowed upon them.

She stopped when she heard Serephina, curious about what the woman's offer was. "A gift?" Vivienne stepped out of the shadows, smiling at the woman in her own sacrificial state. "I'm not hiding." She noted as she walked up to the Supreme, and traced her bloodied fingers across the other witch's face.

"What's his gift?"

FOR: @vivienneyoungx WHEN: 27th of May, 1989. WHERE: Flashback. The school for Young Witches.

Dawn's first light, where Serephina's prayer was most important — the earth element had always made sure of that. She woke, when the world woke, and by the world she meant the birds, and the grass, and the roots. Her lungs expanded, feeling it rush through her like it was embedded in her skin. They were as one. With each step, she dropped crumbs on the floor. It was an old superstition that she'd been told as a child about leaving a path to guide their divine to where they needed them most.

A gift, an offering. Light filtered through towering pines, colours bursting everywhere she looked, but as Sere walked further away from the main building, towards the dappled silhouettes, the secluded gardens which saw statues sprung high and mighty...beautiful.

She smiled. "All hail Satan," she intoned, aware that she must pledge her allegiance every morning, afternoon and evening. The way in which each witch did it was personal. Some kept it quiet, some did it in groups and others, like Serephina, completed old rituals, brought around long before the current supremes had ever existed. "And follow this gift — I ask for — " a sound...enough for eyes to narrow.

She knew those footsteps.

"I can hear you, Vivienne."

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"You have a long day every day." In the last few months since she had known Daphne, she loved to exaggerate her days while secretly enjoying them. That was one of the reasons why she liked her, the woman always found something to keep her mood up. Most of them involved boys, or men, whatever you choose to call them. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was at least one on her mind.

Not that Vivienne was any different. Beside her reflection and her ever consuming thoughts of Stan himself, she did have a few on her mind. Carnival always brought out the pretty ones to play. They were like her own personal flavour of cotton candy and the carnival was her arcades. What could have been better?

Her eyes followed to where Daphne was pointing, which was soon shot back at Daphne. They were easy and besides, she really wouldn't want them to touch her. Did they grow up in a farm? She would have bet they didn't even see one of her movies. Nonetheless, Viv still gave in to her friend. "You could have at least chosen someone who was sweet." Her nose scrunched up. "But if they win us something - I'll bite." The smile accompanying her words was now more of a vicious one.

Watching Daphne walk over to the boys, Viv pretended to look interested, ever so shy. A girl from Salem, just eager to win a toy. Though, really, they were Gremlins, and she was just about to become their rain. So, she made her way after the signal. "Oh, they were so mean... I just think they couldn't do it... And well... You guys really look like you could?" She batted her eyelashes at them, and yet refused to touch them. Vivienne didn't need touch to get them to do what they wanted, especially since Daphne was right by her side, too.

"Come on, boys... Be the knights for us today? We will cheer you on if you like." Taking Daphne's hand, she was already moving towards the game, while not breaking contact with the dark-haired man. The both of them, followed, of course, like puppies.

With her arms wrapped tightly around Vivienne, Daphne let out a sigh of relief. Her friend had shown up at just the right moment. After a long workday, she was ready to unwind, and there was no better way than with the company of her very best friend. "Oh, Viv… I've had the longest day." Not that it had been all bad. She had met that tall, dark stranger named Anton, who she planned to keep in mind—a 'come back and revisit at a later date' kind of reminder. Even though she wanted to believe she was ready to move on, Brian still consumed her every waking thought. She didn’t regret killing him, but there was a lingering sadness, knowing that if he had just left his wife like she had asked, she wouldn’t have had to resort to such drastic measures.

The carnival pulsed with vivacious energy, its game stalls a dazzling array of hues and melodies. "What game should we try their luck with..." she had eyes on the air pistols. It was bound to draw the men they were looking for tonight to it. Strong... egos. "Oh, look.. the two in the Red Sox caps, I bet they're just dying to make our nights by winning us one of those big fluffy gorillas."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Daphne broke free from Vivienne's embrace, a playful smirk playing on her lips. She sauntered backward toward the stall, her gaze locked on Vivienne's before executing a precise turn, stumbling just enough to bump into one of the nearby men.

"Oh, my... heels really weren't the best choice tonight, were they?" she exclaimed, her eyes meeting his with a coy innocence. "You wouldn't happen to be able to make it up to me and maybe win me one of those big, cuddly plushies, would you?" Her hand subtly gestured for Vivienne to join in the charade. "Oh, and one for my friend too... you know, our boyfriends tried earlier, but they just couldn't seem to get the knack of it like you two seem to have gotten it."

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The witch closed her eyes as she listened to the song. It was quite a bit older now, but she didn't mind it. While other things became old, wrinkled with an added smell... There were things that stayed as beautiful as they were first experienced. Music did that, it had the possibility of immortality and that alone was beautiful. It was like her movies, capturing her beauty, making her immortal in people's mind. Not that she was going to age any time soon, Vivienne made sure her timeline was slowed down even more than a normal witch. Thanks to the little trinkets in her shop.

Leaning back, she rested her head on the back of the seat. "Are you trying to be funny?" She asked, this time turning her head to look at him. The way he was working the boat, with the lights shimmering across his features... Well, he really was as beautiful as the first time she'd seen him. She liked a man who looked after himself, who made sure there wasn't a thing out of place. Damien could be crafted into a statue... A pretty little statue. Perhaps there was a spell in one of her books, one to turn him into marble so she could admire his beauty at all times from the comfort of her home.

"Did I?" A small smirk played on her lips. "How would you like to do that?" With slight interest, Vivienne moved so she could place her legs onto his lap. "Would you write a story about me?" There was some controversy when it came to pretty ones. There were some who knew what to do, some who excited her. Yet, there were others who thought beauty was everything that one needed to charm a woman. It was with those minds what Vivienne ended up playing with.

"I do hope you're going to think of something good... Otherwise... It would be a pity."

He laughed softly, amused by her words, but he wasn't the type to take the bait. He understood what she was doing and found it cute. Girls often acted this way when they liked someone. Pretty girls did it when they liked someone but didn't want to lose their power by admitting it first. However, Damien wasn't a man who played games—except when it came to his human food. He didn't need to.

His eyes glimmered as he watched her tease him with her leg; there was no more delicate word for it. "Here... careful." His mind wandered to his bedroom earlier, where his hand had encountered another piece of thin nylon… though it all seemed so uninteresting now that Vivienne was a mere breath away.

"My mood?" He found her assumption amusing. "Well, let's see if you got it right." Somehow, he doubted there was a song that captured how he felt right now. At over three hundred years old, his feelings couldn't be summed up by the words of some horny mortal. He wasn't a man who lived his life in days or even years; he lived in decades, in seasons. And right now, he was reliving last summer: reds, blues, and whites. Red lips, a blue pool, and a white mansion atop the Hollywood Hills. As the music played and the words reached his ears, he looked at Vivienne, smirking, laughing, and surrendering himself to the moment. "You know, I think you might be onto something here. How is Jessie?" Not his name. He knew that, but he wasn't trying to be accurate he was trying to be clever.

"Last I checked you just arrived..." His feet continued to pedal them further inside the tunnel, where the lights turned red and cast a glow against them both that matched the colour of lips that night back in LA. "So, let's reacquaint ourselves, shall we?"

He knew his bed was far from cold, yet he couldn't help but imagine taking Vivienne home to it. To lay her down, press lips to skin, and show her what he had wanted to show her almost a year earlier: that beauty deserved beauty.

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Jennifer Connelly

[the hot spot] 1990

[vivienneyoungx]

Well... Look at what the cat dragged in.

Vivienne remembered being in New York meeting Hale briefly while doing a red carpet for a premiere for one of her movies. She'd been bored, roaming around the city, as no one really grabbed her attention, and she was about to make her way back to the hotel, look for someone to do when they came into her peripheral view. There was nothing too special that grabbed her attention, she just became interested in their thoughts.

It was when she implanted one of her own to them. Vivienne wanted to see how they'd be if they were to come to Salem. A home to all things.

"Well, if you do not make it fun for yourself, no one can." Vivienne smiled sweetly. "I believe it is far more awful to die by not experiencing things than by setting expectations, don't you think?"

What would happen if Vivienne were to make them believe they were actually drowning? Would their eyes light up in crimson red? Would their veins pop? Would they find a new appreciation of life?

Would her beloved even like this kind of sacrifice?

"Don't you have a lover to enjoy the ride with?"

Carnival season was perhaps Hale's favorite. Between distracted people carrying cash and rigged carnival games they knew exactly how to win, it was practically an event made purely for their enjoyment. They spent much of their free time amid the crowd here every time it arrived, a drink in their hand and an easy smile on their lips as they flowed through the throngs of people like water between rocks in a creek bed.

Almost as if by gravitational pull, Hale's feet stopped next to a familiar face under the flashing lights and gaudy heart-shaped entrance to a particularly tacky version of the Love Tunnel attraction. This particular piece of Americana never struck them as any fun, and as the woman at their side spoke, they shrugged and wrinkled their nose, tipping their head back slightly to fully look at the sign from under the brim of their black hat.

"Risk what, premature death by boredom aboard terrible carnival ride?" Hale teased gently as their ever-present grin widened.

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Elaine, Elaine, Elaine...

So naïve, so... Mundane... And that voice? That poor thing saw no love; not from above and certainly not from below. If she had any heart in her, perhaps she'd have felt bad for the woman, alas, Vivienne was so much better than that. Besides, Elaine certainly didn't deserve anything, except perhaps a one-way ticket to reality.

She could consider it a gift from Vivienne for that dirty look she threw.

"We go way back?" The witch pouted at Anton, pretending to care for whatever it was he called them. "This is exactly why girls like that think they can steal you away from me." Another pout, before she fisted his shirt in her hand and pulled him closer, brushing her lips gently against his. "You promised me, so I hope you're going to fulfill my every desire."

She very much doubted that, of course. If anything, Anton felt like he was a scaredy-cat at the best of times. Though today seemed to be proving there was yet some potential to see. Vivienne kissed him for just a little bit longer, watching as Elaina disappeared within the crowds and only then did she separate.

Anton still needed some work, for sure.

"If you were a better man, you wouldn't need saving." She said, rolling her eyes. "What are you trying to play here? You say yes only to dread it later? Everyone one knows about Elaine. Stop trying to play a knight in shining armour, Tony." Instead of going towards the Love Tunnel, Viv started to head towards the new rollercoaster. That was more fun for now, and she wanted to keep the Love Boats for the special ones.

She turned to see that Anton was still where she had left him a few seconds ago, so with a grunt she walked back, hooked her finger on the back of his shirt and once again steered him in the correct direction. "You'd like it if you were in love, too. You're such a narbo."

If there was a face he couldn't deny that he was glad to see, it was Vivienne. Dark hair, luscious lips and eyes that — was he fucking staring? The lights from the carnival highlighting features that made the woman next to him pale in comparison. Poor Elaine. To be stood next to this woman was like asking for a death sentence. Her hand, intertwining with his, small and delicate had him raising a brow.

Go along with it, his mind begged. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Not Satan, not him. Never.

That voice was enough to have Anton sighing with heavy thanks, a wave of relief washing over him like cold water on a hot summer's day, and while the fleeting sensation of escapism flooded his senses, it quickly turned into momentary guilt. "Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling—unless you’re Elaine, in which case, let's keep both eyes open and hands to ourselves."

The second the words left his mouth, the regret etched into his features. He wasn't a mean guy. In fact, he avoided people for that very reason: he never knew when to stop talking, especially with her standing right there...But right now, he was ready to take any escape route offered. Elaine's face fell, her hopeful eyes clouding. Was it hurt? Because if so, she might want to talk to the other three guys prior to him that he'd bore witness to. She had a reputation, poor thing. He almost felt bad until the thought of enduring another minute of her nasal whining became too much.

"Elaine, this is Vivienne. We, uh, go way back. She's right. I did promise her a ride." The lie slipped out so effortlessly, it surprised even him. He wasn't usually so quick to lie, but desperation had a way of sharpening the mind. And he really, really didn't want to be stuck in a love fest with a woman who only wanted him, so she wasn't lonely.

But wasn't that why he'd accepted to come? That loneliness is enough to cripple someone.

Elaine's expression hardened, blue eyes narrowing into angered slits that almost looked...amusing, eyes sliding to Vivienne as he raised a bushy brow in response. Great, he was about to get chewed out.

"I see," taking a slow step backwards, jaw tight as she death glared Viv. "Well, don't let me keep you, then." She practically spat, turning on her heel and stomping off to the group that had turned her down only moments prior.

Finally blowing out a breath he hadn't even realised he was holding.

"Thanks for the save," he muttered, not waiting any longer to see if Elaine the Stain was watching them, or contemplating their murder, his hand closed around hers, yanking her into the love tunnel. "Before you comes back for seconds -- I'm not in the mood to be dealing with...that." knocking his chin in a general direction. "Hope you actually wanted to ride this..." his features scrunching as he took in the decor. "because I sure as fuck didn't." the music changing, as The Pointer Sisters began to play.

Looks like you're lookin' for trouble And I'd say you found it You found it You'll have to come right through

The swans came into view seconds later, as he came to a stop. "Uh, this looks like someone in love threw up on itself and tried to make it look pretty. People actually like this? Truly? WHY."