hey little sister, who's the one you want?

[damien wilde]

HEY LITTLE SISTER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
HEY LITTLE SISTER, WHO'S THE ONLY ONE?
there ain't nothing pure in this world

He was surrounded by girls; delicious, curvaceous girls. Each one looked like a doll, a Barbie – plastic perfection at it’s best. Every girl had at least a dozen bite marks already. Damien fed from each, hungrily, greedily. And he kissed them, and touched them wherever he could. He indulged in every lady until he couldn’t take the ache in his throat and he fed from them all again. He was so damn thirsty.

Damien didn’t know what to do about the constant drying of his throat, no matter how much blood he gulped down the thirst was never satisfied. He could also feel his insides taking after his throat, everything felt so dry and the suddenly – pain. He heard cracking within him, he was dryer than a desert! The pain became unbearable as more cracks burst from within him.

And then his girls – his blood supply – began to burst into flames. Each girl, one by one, became engulfed. Instead of being surrounded by luscious girls he was being swarmed by fire. The cracking within, the heat around him was excruciating. Before he’d simply groaned, small indications of his pain. But now, he was crying out, screaming at the agony of his drying corpse.

He was no longer beautiful; he looked as if he’d been dead for years. The flames drowned out his screams, and he fell to the ground, accepting his fate. He was dying, oh so slowly… it was terrorizing… why, why was he in hell?

And then he heard laughter; a girlish giggle, taunting him as he rotted in the fire. This was pain like he’d never known, how could this being possibly laugh? He could barely hear the laughter, his senses were ablaze, and there was no hope for him. Damien always thought he’d go down with a fight – but he was wrong.

[brae lux wilde]

I WANT YOUR UGLY, I WANT YOUR DISEASE
i want your loving and i want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance

Brae watched with sick satisfaction as Damien was swarmed by her girls. Ones that she had picked specifically for him – or rather, created for him. She could barely hold back a purr as he took his time with each girl, feeding, kissing, fucking – it didn’t matter to her. She was delighted when she began his torture, starting off with a simple unquenchable thirst. And then Brae let it consume him, starving his insides until everything within him broke.

She forced each girl to become a flame, slowly burning his water-less body. Brae couldn’t help her delighted giggles as he screamed, howling at the sheer pain of her own will. She licked her lips with satisfaction. He was crying out, and pity – nobody was there to save him, he couldn’t even save himself.

Brae was capable of witnessing her own illusions, and yet she was also able to see just her subject, crying out in pain for no visible reason. She usually chose to watch within the confines of her illusion; it thrilled her to be in the moment.

She was amused by his desperate screams, but decided to end his unbearable pain. Brae walked over to the screaming man, and gently touched his shoulder. And with that touch, every ounce of his agony came to an abrupt halt. “Damien…” she cooed, in that sweet yet sultry voice that caressed ears like a soft petal.

[damien wilde]

HEY LITTLE SISTER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
HEY LITTLE SISTER, WHO'S THE ONLY ONE?
there ain't nothing pure in this world

Just when Damien thought it was truly over, the pain ceased. He’d been preparing mentally for his death when the giggling lady put a hand on his shoulder. To his amazement, everything stopped. His body was suddenly in perfect working order. Every flame dissipated, and sadly, the girls were gone. Every girl, except the giggling one, whom he’d not yet met.

From his position on all fours, clutching the ground, he looked up. His bright blue eyes encountered a very familiar face. “Brae!” he exclaimed, not believing that his sister was actually in front of him. He got up from his weak position, standing, and enveloping her in a crushing hug. “Brae, you bitch,” he mumbled into her ear, and with that he threw her.

He clutched her petite, compact body, and forced her off of him with every ounce of his strength. He watched with satisfaction as her body came into contact with a tree, nearly knocking the plant from its roots. It made a horrifying sound.

Damien ran to her, standing in front of her within a second. “You couldn’t have just said hello?” he growled, forcing her body against the tree once more. “Why are you here? How did you know I was here?” he had tons of questions, he hadn’t told anyone where he was going, and most certainly not why.

He didn’t exactly want his sister in on his plans to murder Hogwarts, student by student. He couldn’t count on her to be discreet enough. He trusted her, sure… But Damien didn’t know exactly how much.

[brae lux wilde]

I WANT YOUR UGLY, I WANT YOUR DISEASE
i want your loving and i want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance

Brae’s eyes lit up when Damien hugged her, and she squeezed him just as tight. And then she felt his demeanor change; the way he held her was different. Before she could assess his emotions he forced her body into a far away tree. A small scream escaped her lips as her body crashed against the rough bark. As soon as she gathered herself, after the blow, he was immediately in front of her. Brae inhaled his intoxicating sense, her bright blue eyes glowing mischievously. He spoke, she listened...

Brae jumped on him, wrapping her legs around Damien and giving him a wild smooch, lips colliding. The heated moment wasn't long, where she fiercely made out with him and pulled back. The smirk on her face was nastier than his own. She tilted her head, "Hello to you too, brother," there was something so sinister to her tone, her look. One glance at Brae and you knew she was bad news. But, of course... Sexy bad news.

"I always know where to find you," she cooed seductively, placing a finger on his lip, playing with the soft, welcoming texture.

To Brae, any sign of affection was just that; her love for whoever was lucky enough to receive it. Of course, her intentions weren't always love, no matter how heated the act... But for her dearly beloved brother... Well, her act of incest was merely a showcase of love. Her brother was hot (in fact, all of them were...) and she was hot. Brae's logic: sexy things were meant to sex each other.

"You ask a lot of questions. None of which directly relate to how I'm feeling. So inconsiderate, as always..." She batted her lashes at him, pulling closer in a tight embrace. She kissed his soft neck, and brought her plump lips to his ear. "I'm here to be with you. Here to assist you in whatever little game you are playing. I was curious..." her voice drawled on like poisonous honey, and she licked his ear before hopping away from his hold.

"Why here?" she asked, her voice holding a cool, almost bored tone. She kicked at an averaged size three, thrusting her hands at it and watching it tumble lifelessly to the ground. "I don't see the excitement."

[damien wilde]

HEY LITTLE SISTER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
HEY LITTLE SISTER, WHO'S THE ONLY ONE?
there ain't nothing pure in this world

Brae was never one to mope, so Damien was prepared when he captured her hopping form, supporting her lithe body on his. He was startled, however, when she pressed her lips to his. It had been so long since he'd seen her. The reaction, perhaps he should have expected... But he'd been out of the situation for so long... However, everything disgusting aside, he became engrossed by her lips; quickly intoxicated by the force of her kiss. He dared to meet her movements, forcing her roughly against the tree as he sucked on her lower lip. She brought out the animalistic side of him.

Vampires were vampires. Demons were demons. Any family ties became exceptionally blurred.

Damien watched as she pulled away, her sweet little voice taunting him. "The hello is a little late..." his voice was gruff, though he mimicked her smirk. "Clearly you had no trouble," was Damien's only response, a slight chuckle at his manipulative sister. She was worse off than him, more far gone. It was easy to tell she'd become so wrapped up in her abilities, in her quest to torture mankind. He didn't care, he still loved her.

"I'm sorry dear," he apologized, stroking her luscious black locks soothingly, "How have you been? What have you been up to?" He was curious as to how his sister had been making out. It had been years since he'd seen her. And the rest of his family. It was amazing how many of them had suffered such a similar fate as he had.

"I don't need your help, sis," Damien said, sighing at her seductive actions. They weren't what you'd consider normal. "And I know you, you get way too caught up in your... tactics. You'll be found out right away. Which means so will I..." he trailed off, feeling more like a father giving a lecture than anything. He felt her weight shift as she jumped off of him; he hated the sudden cold.

"It seems... Vulnerable here. Oh, and the girls... There's plenty. I haven't even gotten past a quarter of them, I swear..." he became lost in his thoughts; what he had yet to accomplish. He smirked, his enrapturing eyes beautiful. "The only way you get to benefit from this school's stupidity is if you are careful... Promise me Brae, please? Can I trust you?" a human honesty came over him, dark eyes becoming strictly pleading. He would put his trust in her.