VENOMOUS LIPS.
009. | ❛ o-negative. ❜

THE MAN NAMED STEFAN SALVATORE TOOK EMILIA TO A PLACE TO WHERE MORE OF THE 'FUN' WAS HAPPENING. SHE ENJOYED HIS STYLE SINCE IT WAS SO SIMILAR TO HERS; NO CARE FOR THE WORLD AND ENJOYING THE RIDE OF LIFE WHILE TAKING LIVES AT THE SAME TIME. She hadn't felt this thrill since her transition days; it was the most alive she's felt even if she was dead. What she knew was that her heart and brain was telling her to follow the handsome Salvatore man.

Upon entering a new bar in the 20's, it was certainly more lively than the last one. Dancing was more loose, the reek of alcohol was over the roof, not to mention the amount of people that filled the place. A clear smile was present on Emilia's face, never had her cheekbones hurt so much from the joy she felt. The luxurious seating and the privacy of the booths were something that Emilia was interested in; Stefan saw the brightly lit face she had and escorted her to the VIP section that overlooked the whole bar.

Sitting on the red velvet booth, she took in the atmosphere of it all. Her body rushed with excitement, all ready to take it out for a ride. Four overly exposed woman approached their table, taking their place at both of their sides.
Emilia looked at the calm Stefan, who wrapped an arm around the woman and shed his fangs into one of their throats. The way that he dug into them was impressive, beating the record that she had held for sucking the person dry in around 5 minutes; Stefan only took 2.

Once the two finished their feast, Stefan made an order of champagne and for them to keep coming. The two sipped their glasses, and Stefan made sure to clean up. He took Emilia's face and tenderly wiped the dripping blood from her face, and the liquid remaining on his finger was licked off.

"Favorite type of blood is O-positive. It has a more sweeter taste, don't you agree?" He said reclining into his seat, beaming an almost Cheshire smile.

"I can tolerant it, but I have to say my favorite is O-negative. It's memorable to me because it was my first kill, and boy was she yummy." She said returning the almost devilish smile, and sipping her drink. "Certainly the ones after that were yummy as well. But I didn't hit the real jackpot until the 40's, ten lives were taken upon one night all by my fangs."

"Darling, ten is nothing. I've taken twenty in the span of three hours." He said beating her numbers, and she couldn't help but feel that she wasn't in common territory anymore. That he's a vampire and Ripper just like her, but he was more dangerous. However, her spirt somehow thrived off his dangerous facade and felt enthralled by it that she couldn't feel afraid.

"I'm certainly under qualified to be hanging around the likes of you, Stefan Salvatore."

Stefan crawled his way closer,
"You could never be under qualified as a Ripper. You can only be a better one." He whispered to her and she glanced at all the available bodies around feeling compelled to eat another.

"How about we take this elsewhere? A real Ripper moment in the wild." Stefan said almost compelling her, and she couldn't deny the thirst she felt.

Her subconscious had forgotten about Maya, and her meeting with the next door neighbor. Once she snapped out of his hypnotizing glance, she couldn't revert to her old ways. Emilia needed to be strong for Maya, and knew that perusing it was a long road.
"How I would love to? But I need to return home to my sister, she's must be missing me dearly."

She went to get up, but was stopped by Stefan's intense grip on her wrist. He rose to where he was standing taller than her, "If she's missing you dearly, we could make an appearance and go out right after."

Emilia looked into his eyes and couldn't deny his intentions any longer. The eyes that didn't seem to end and only made the person fall further into the man's intentions.

She went home and saw all the lights of the house off; she suspected that Maya had already gone to sleep. Stefan looked around the houses surrounding it, almost as if preying upon the neighbors after.

The door opened with slight ease which wasn't how the door initially opened. Emilia stepped inside and saw that Stefan remained outside, realizing he wasn't invited. Soon, she led him into her house as he leaned and looked at the house that she was living in. Emilia kept crying Maya's name, never hearing a response being uttered. The lower levels were checked and that's when she speculated that she must've been upstairs. Searching through the rooms, she couldn't find her in any. The last door at the end was hers and the last to check, and in a hurried manner, opened the door.

The screech that exited Emilia'a cries were one of a banshee. On the bed was her sister, staked to her bed already deceasing with the skin grey with veins. Hurrying to her side, she pushed aside Maya's blonde hair. Uttering to herself, simple words over and over that were basically inaudible. It was her dumb idea to leave her in the house alone, that she left her poor sister alone; defenseless. Maya didn't deserve it, she was the one who should've been staked. She was more a threat to society than Maya was; she was kind, good, and innocent.

"Maya, please. You're the only one I left. Don't leave me, don't." She kept repeating until Stefan strode into the scene unraveling before him. Her hysterics were simply boring him and he looked at the way she cried and screamed in anguish; he knew the perfect solution to her screams.

Emotionless, he crouched down next to Emilia who now laid on the floor, wrapping an around around her. He raised her chin to face his, and what uttered from her was the thing he wanted to hear.

"How can it stop hurting?" She grabbed onto him, almost piercing him from how affected she was over Maya's demise.

He smiled brightly before uttering the words, "Turn it off."