"CAUSE I WAS FILLED WITH POSION BUT BLESSED WITH BEAUTY AND RAGE.HE
HIT ME AND IT FELT LIKE A KISS"
┈ Ultraviolence

CHAPTER TWO
MANEATER
( unedited )

The club lights were about to make him have an absolute epilepsy episode. Head feeling woozy, he pressed on feeling glares and stares getting stabbed into him. This made him grumble with annoyance. Did their mothers ever teach them it was rude to stare? Although, knowing half of them by the way they looked they one-hundred percent had mommy issues, so that by itself was explanatory.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Miguel had stepped through the clubs crowd with strong steps looking for what he had been chasing after like a dog for the past week.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The red and blue of his suit dipped between colors with the way the LED's flashed causing the illusion of his skin tight suit being seen like a chameleon. He never thought in his life he'd be shoved into skin tight; high tech spandex. If Miguel had to share his thoughts on it, and he would say this with all honesty — the spiderman had liked the way it hugged him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Who called the male strippers? Isn't this supposed to be a bar." A voice that held a tone that annoyed him to the core stated. It sounded like a cocky woman who believed she had a good head on her shoulders when she was probably anything but that.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Certain people just pissed him off, he had been pumped with anger and sarcasm since birth. The anger of ares filled him to the core and he would never run low on it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Excuse me?" He turned his head fast towards the woman interrupting the conversation with herself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Not at all startled that he had caught her words she offered him a nod and looked back down to her deck of cards. They were tarot cards, if his grandmother had seen them she would have a heart attack. She'd yell bruja and pray for the lord to save that woman.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He felt his mask shift exposing the facial expression he was holding, his ex—fiancé often scolded him for the way he'd crinkle his brows saying he'd wrinkle badly. He fended her off saying he was Half—Mexican so he'd probably age better then her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Wanna see your future?" The woman who had insulted him asked him. She peered up at him through her eyelashes that were coated in mascara whilst her eyes crinkled sweetly at the corners as she smiled.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Brow raising he was honestly thrown off, but he was to curious to reject it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Miguel sat down in the stool next to her and whispered out ",Ok."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her hands picked up the cards and shuffled them. Her manicured fingers slipped them out with ease to her other, he found himself entranced. He didn't know if it was the loud music in the club or the smell of her perfume that had him in a daze.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The cards harshly flew out every-time she shuffled or every five shuffles. They both were silent no words spoken, but every-time one flew out she'd grab it with her fingers. She'd make contact with him and bat her eyelashes in a way that didn't look like she had something in her eye as she put it down.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Looks like this is all the universe wants to tell me." The woman he identified as a bruja hummed, tapping a finger one of the cards. She turned to him causing her hair to fall on her face, lifting a hand up instinctively he tucked it behind her ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"What did it say?" He asked impatient.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Noticing his tone she blinked and let out a laugh, "You will always get a good outcome if you're just patient and listen. Take that as a word of advice Spiderman."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Carmilla looked him up and down as she said that. She had been curious as to why she had been hearing about a Spiderman in this universe if he had passed years ago like she in this earth had. Miguel O'hara she had found out had taken up the mantle after a certain incident.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He was a smart man from what she can see, he had sat in the direction of the exit just in case she had tried to do something and seemed to already splurt his web onto her ankle thinking he was sly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Seems like you got my name right. Remember it. Next time you compare me to a sex worker I definitely won't save your ass." He paused noticing how bad that sounded, "Not that I think being a sex workers bad and I would never hit a woman. It just taints the name that Peter Parker had built for this mantle"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After he finished his sentence the black haired lady leaned in, hovering her lips over his ear. "I know your name alright Miguel, I'd be dumb if I didn't know such a handsome mans name. Now do you wanna be quiet and listen to what I have to say? You think i'm a witch don't you? Be careful, I might just curse you if you so happen to move before i'm done talking"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Alright." He grumbled, eyes falling down to the weird cards that held words and images.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Now, you're about to face some hardships that can change your character in the future." She explained as she tapped a card but soon switched to another not wanting to get further, "The 7 of wands in reverse shows an angry decision to choose what you do and don't want and the sword coming out with this presents lashing out. Try to steer clear of reckless decisions and just go with your gut. Think clearly, don't be impatient or you will regret it."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Miguel somehow made himself listen, he would've called bullshit as a man of science but he felt compeled to listen. It was possibly because he was threatened. Who knows, all he could do was give her non-verbal words in nods.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Why is there death and judgment?" He asked as he poked the card with his talons.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"You are ... in the full throes of an unavoidable process between the end of one way of being and the start of the next." She mumbled as her brows furrowed seemingly unsure,"Man I should've just gone through with just doing a pick up line."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"What does that mean?" He asked.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"The readings basically saying we're meant to be so what do you say. Say, how about you find whoever you're looking for later and we go make out in the alleyway outside?" Pushing her cards back together the magician put them away in her pocket dimension when she was done.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Sorry I'd have to reject that offer, I don't even know you or your name." Miguel stood up from his seat, "Plus I've been looking for that asshole for weeks."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I know your name though." She looked up to him once again through those pretty eyelashes, "What if told you I caught him? How about then."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Fine. Lets go to the alley." He mumbled angrily just wanting to get out of the club, take the asshole away and leave her in the alley.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Getting up from her spot, her heels clicked only for him to hear with his super-hearing as she walked in-front of him through the club. Her legs were the first thing that caught his attention, they were fitted into some fish nets and he blinked whilst making himself look the other way. What? He had only looked to make sure if the web was still there.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Watching her push the door his blood pumped with adrenaline. When he had woken up this morning he had not thought he'd be doing this.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Stripping him from his thoughts, Carmilla turned towards him as she lurched her chin towards a thrashing muffled noise, "There he is. I was joking about the making out as hot as you are i'm not that easy."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He didn't remember it happening at all but she was suddenly pressed against his chest while his head was blurry. She had to be putting some spell on him with her voice, he swore it. He felt like some sailor raging through the vast sea of life and she sang promising him escape.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"hijo de puta." He cursed, he had to visit the dentist with the amount of times he gritted his teeth at this point.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Are your spider instincts screaming?" Her hand splayed itself across the hard wall behind him, her height of 5'8 showed itself as she looked up at him only slightly with less deer like eyes but more of a predator gaze.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His ego kind of got hit as he was reminded of the fact he had not adapted spider senses of danger like the former spiderman had. "No because I'm not afraid of you." Miguel spouted focusing onto everything but her afraid he'd let the fact he enjoyed this slip.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I could eat you right now, and you're still saying you aren't scared?" Carmilla whispered not caring that the situation was escalating, she knew nothing would happen,"Sorry I just find messing with you fun or in spider kingdom terminology. I feel like a black widow eating her mate as he is trapped in her web."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pushing his hand up, he grips at her hip and switches positions with her. The magicians back was harshly thrusted against the wall causing her to let out a gasp of pain, the stench of a nueva york alleyway caused her senses to overload.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Miguel let out a hiss as his fangs showed themselves, closing themselves in they get ready to propel themselves into her neck. Hearing her muscles twitch and her heart pick up while she was smelling the alley way, he smelt her fear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Thats a myth, don't you know that?" His fangs hovered over his skin as his pin on her left her manhandled, "Relax I won't bite you, believe it or not i'm a superhero. Thanks for the catch—"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Carmilla Costa. I'll be looking forward to seeing you in the future, lets have more exciting time like this. Really helps me — whats the word? Distress." She grasped at her throat running her fingers over the spot he ran his fangs over.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The spiderman shook his head at this, "I wish to never see you again."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Say in every universe i've met a spiderman, none have ever acted like you. You have a big sense of justice but your morals are — interesting?" Her knees felt weak as her stormy eyes fixated on his form. She watched every muscle in his body work together even when he swung away.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She couldn't help but think he'd be more of her type if he put on more muscle and height.

—

The water dipped between every crevice of his skin, cradling every scar and pressing its heated kiss on the ugly bruises that were presented fresh. Showers were so intimate, it was like a safe haven where one could be bared skin with a curtain of their choice covering them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀This was the elixir of Nueva York, someones very own abode. Not many had their own as a solution to help with the rising poverty rate was never solved as the government loved its taxes. Head wandering in thought Miguel scrubbed his shampoo deep into his scalp with his scalp scrubber, the masculine scent shimmied its way into his nostrils once he inhaled softly and let out an exhale.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The spiderman was a man who often thought alot, about the past, future and the present. It was possibly undiagnosed anxiety but he hated the thought of everything spiraling out of control and change happening. He liked being aware of what was happening and having a plan to keep him on track.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His life was thrown off spiral as he had to drink that horrid substance called rapture. He was never much of a drinker but at that moment he needed a drink more than anything. Rinsing off the suds in his hair he swished it around making sure all the soap was off, now he began to scrub every inch of his body but gave in a little flinch every now and than.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When he ran over a spot that banged with pain. At this, his face twisted with an expression of displeasure. Teeth gritted and a hazed look in his eyes, he would clench his hand into a fist. His muscles twitched as the warm water left comforting stabs in order to calm the soreness in it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Fuck." Miguel grunted still not used to constantly being hurt. His DNA had just been over run and he had to accept his destiny to be a arachnid.

⠀⠀⠀ His stress had came back, he had thought it had been released from the moment he stepped into the shower. The smell of musky jasmine enveloped his senses, tan cheeks flustering he let go of his clenched fist and shook his head.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  That woman was dangerous and fatal, he'd definitely not want to come across her again. Not because he was afraid. He just doesn't think he can handle and encounter with someone like that.

But with his luck, he was stuck associating with her for another couple of years.

Art Credit : (Nudeerah on twt, they actually feed me with miguel content.)
Word Count : 2295
( Note ) Miguel is so big like I actually need him, the amount of edits I've gotten of him make the want larger. Anyways ik Carmilla seems annoying but just give her a bit 😓, I promise she isn't like that. This is all just what Miguel seems, he's like a unreliable narrator in third person. Its like #enemiestolovers because ?? thats the best.