“You’re alright?”
Though afraid and still shaking, the newly-awakened Rozelyn approached Cyrill. She asked him if he is alright, despite the fact that the lack of color and paleness in his face is vividly visible.
Romaine was nowhere to be found. So, the four of them went to Avril’s recreational vehicle, parked just outside the iron gates of the Mullin’s estate.
Cyrill fainted after eating the poor beagle, as if the spell cast within him had already dissipated.
Luckily, Avril lent him his boxer shorts and plain white shirt since Cyrill’s clothes had been drenched in blood and filth.
“Are you okay?” Rozelyn asked again.
“Uh-uhm yeah…I’m o-okay,” he replied blandly. His tone did emphasize that he was still processing things.
Rozelyn handed him a piping hot chamomile tea in a white tea cup and saucer.
“Here, this will wash away those…you already know what I mean.”
He straightened his back and sat while the plaid blanket still covering his lower body.
“Thank you.” He received the tea with two hands—a sign of great respect.
“And I’m sorry for ye—”
“No need for an apology,” Rozelyn genuinely answered.
“You’re right anyway. I’m already a sex-loving bitch that had been drilled by various dicks even before I knew I was a vampire…”
Cyrill reached for her right hand before declaring, “We’re family Roz. You and Romaine had been my family ever since my mother took her own life. Though the three of us are definitely not blood related, we are still a family—a teaghlach.”
Teaghlach. The Irish word for family.
Rozelyn was holding her tears. If only she could release that rebellious bird that had long been encaged within her beating heart, she had long done that. Love is indeed a rebellious bird that even the fiercest vampire cannot tame.
“We are not just teaghlach, we are also hearth siblings…”
She was about to say something more when Avril’s deep voice interrupted the two ‘unrelated’ siblings.
“Well, well, well. The descendant of Eros had now awakened,” Avril jokingly announced as if he was speaking to a crowd of people when in fact there are only four of them in the RV.
Anaztasia, who was eating a mint chocolate ice cream from a solo cup, grimaced at her boyfriend and bellowed.
“Shut it, Av! It’s already midnight.”
Avril abruptly turned his head to his Luna, whose face was obviously stained by ice cream and said, “Well, I’m about to invite them to watch the movie, ‘Sausage Party’.”
Anaztasia’s scowl even grew wider. “Have you gone pothead?!”
Rozelyn and Cyrill just laughed at the two. Their eyes then meet unexpectedly and Rozelyn somehow thought that the whole world froze as if they were transported back during the Ice Age.
It was Cyrill who looked away first and cleared his throat before saying, “I’d like to watch that Sausage Party movie. Perhaps my hunger would vanish while watching that film…”
Avril chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry mate. You’ll surely crave for something else.”
“Avril please! Shut your freaking mouth!” Anaztasia shrieked, wholly irritated.
“Relaxed, Ana! We’re totally fine,” Rozelyn countered.
“Fine? How could you be fi—” Avril cut Anaztasia off with a soft lover’s kiss.
Cyrill, who was drinking a piping hot tea, was very much thankful to still have duplicated Vesta’s Elemental powers as he was able to halt mid-air the tea that he accidentally threw due to Avril and Anaztasia’s apparent influence. Because if not, the tea would definitely wet Rozelyn and drenched the blanket with this hot soothing tea.
“So let’s watch?” Avril Archer Arke, who just finished taming his Luna with a ferocious kiss, invited the two to have a movie time.
Rozelyn and Cyrill couldn’t do anything but agree, or else they would be drowned in absolute boredom. Sometimes life needs a little bit of fun to keep going, to remain active.
And so Cyrill Emerson Clarke, Rozelyn Nadeshiko Zadzisai, Avril Archer Arke, and Anaztasia Amanda Arryn watched the movie ‘Sausage Party’ without even knowing that it is not what it says it is.
***
Rozelyn was absolutely, wholly, definitely surprised. The movie ‘Sausage Party’ was completely for adults—pornographical, to be frank.
“That was fun!” Avril exclaimed while still finishing his barbeque-flavoured popcorn.
“Fun? You called that fucking fun?!” Rozelyn countered. Her cheeks were stained with red, with utter rage and embarrassment.
“Relax, Roz. Avril just wants to sprinkle some glitters in your immortal life,” Cyrill comforted his best friend.
“Anyway…” Anaztasia started. “…can we just talk about the-the Blood Mistress…”
Silence becomes prevalent in their RV amidst 1:00 in the morning.
Rozelyn peered outside and the revelry from the Mullin’s estate seems to be no longer that loud. Guests have probably gone home already or some went for a dance with their partners—the sensual primeval dance.
“What about her?” She asked while her eyes were still focused on the outside, as her right hand held tightly the black-out curtains of the recreational vehicle.
“The elders said that the Blood Mistress is not just one person throughout the years. It’s a title that had been passed down by their kind, by their brethren,” Avril started, then paused as he finished his ale from his mug.
“So the Blood Mistress now is a different person and is not the same one from the past centuries?” Rozelyn queried.
“Yes. They are the ones that dreamed of wiping and controlling our kind so that the only immortals left are them—the Blood Mistress’s brethren.”
Cyrill stood and snatched the mug of ale from Avril before explaining, “No one knows who the Blood Mistress is as they are a secret society. There are also rumours that they are also the, well, the ‘Illuminati’…”
“Is the Blood mistress a female or a male?” The Thaumaturge asked again, curiosity had completely devoured her.
“As I’ve said earlier, no one knows. Though I suspect that the Blood Mistress is a title for both man and woman alike.” It was Avril who answered this time.
Their RV is again engulfed in quietude.
Anaztasia Amanda Arryn was the one who broke the silence. “There is also a possibility that the Blood Mistress may be one of us…someone that we already met or someone that we knew but we didn’t know that it had been her/him all along.”
The three looked at her. Their eyes showed signs of shock—they’re completely unbelievable.
Rozelyn nodded—in comprehension and in acknowledgement. Comprehension because she understands who and what the Blood Mistress is. Acknowledgement because what Anaztasia said is somewhat true; though it may also be a bluff.
In her amusement, she thought of an idea that will bring them fun and satisfaction. Rozelyn straightened her body and displayed a wide jovial grin.
“Let’s watch porn!”
The surprised eyes of Anaztasia, Cyrill, and Avril were as wide as the Red Sea. But, a smile of agreement was painted in the face of the Irish Pack’s alpha, to the handsome face of Avril Archer Clarke.
***
“I have successfully given them that anxiety-activating champagne,” the masked woman gleefully declared.
“Good,” the man with honey eyes and ebony-black haired delightfully stated.
He kissed the beautiful woman dressed in a sleeveless ebony-black dress. Her cleavage was an inch away from coming out of her chest. The man thought that the woman should have at least been naked than to wear a revealing and sexually-beckoning piece of dress. In that way, it will refrain one from imagining what could have been beneath that dress instead of keeping someone absolutely curious.
It was the woman who parted first as she reached for his pants and quickly unleashed the hidden tower between his legs. The cave of her mouth plunged into that huge popsicle hanging between Ludwig’s groin.
A reward and something else…This was exactly what was happening between Ludwig Vergara and the Blood Mistress. The woman then eventually gave up as her opening can no longer contend with the vastness of his enormous basilisk.
The Blood Mistress hoisted her face and stood. She just stood there. The chiming of the grandfather’s clock in this dim-lighted room was the sign that it was already a quarter before one in the morning. The October Moon was just staring at the two blankly. Moonbeams were just directly saying hello to the handsome man and alluring woman.
Ludwig stared at the Blood Mistress for what seems to be a century, where in fact it was only a minute. Then, without apparent hesitation, he removed the mask—the glittering black mask.
And to his surprise, though not really that surprised, the woman behind the mask is the lady he had been bedding and loving for a long time—Maebh Aisling Mullin.
***
Rozelyn was in an eternal cringe. She was also consumed by guilt. These movies are the kind of films that must not be watched by a group, rather it should be watched privately—alone.
Though it was not the first time she watched porn, watching it with Cyrill, Avril, and Anaztasia is definitely unnerving and uncomfortable.
If only she could just hide the apparent awkwardness in her eyes, she had long gouged out the two emerald green orbs that had been the source of her sight.
The adult film lasted for about three hours and a half, or probably more. She became even more disturbed when Avril maximized the volume to full, making her even more embarrassed as she was the one who suggested to watch porn and choose this adult movie that was entitled as ‘Caligula’, starring the beautiful Helen Mirren. Though the movie was not really a pure porn as it tells the story of the Roman Emperor Caligula, she was still reeling due to the fact that beside her was the shirtless Cyrill. The movie pretty much shows different sizes of tits and asses, as well as varying shades of skin and complexion.
Rozelyn sighed as soon as the movie finished—finally sighed with relief. Though the movie’s ending is pretty much as barbaric as the whole movie itself, she thought that it better end now or she would definitely set the television on fire with her Thaumaturge powers. After all, she has an ice-wielding Pasiphae beside her anyway. Cyrill can just put out her fire like he always did when she had done diabolic things back when she was just a teenager. Cyrill, apart from Romaine, was the one who always cleaned up her mess during her bad-girl days—as if she was not a bad-girl up until today.
The raven-haired Rozelyn Nadeshiko Zadzisai watches as the Alpha and the Luna kiss passionately in front of her—in front of them.
‘Now this is 1000% awkward…’ Rozelyn mused as she moved back a bit as Avril and Anaztasia were now making fondue on the floor.
As expected, their sweat-drenched clothes are now on the lustrous floor of the RV in no less than a minute. Her best friend's moans were pretty much like a saxophone playing out of tune—sharp but sexy.
Rozelyn watches as Avril entered Anaztasia with a predatory grace. She watches as Avril’s body moved back and forth and Anaztasia’s moans grew even louder.
‘Now this is definitely wild!’ She thought, bemused.
Suddenly, she felt a fluid gushed out from inside her and into the undergarment that her crevice was wearing. She looked to her right, to Cyrill. And to her astonishment, Cyrill’s serpent was now dangling between his legs, unclothed.
He joined the two and Avril gave way to his best friend and beta as the Pasiphae werewolf entered his Empath Luna from behind without an inch of hesitation or difficulty.
Anaztasia shrieked in pain as she was not used into being entered from behind—from his perfectly-rounded ass.
Rozelyn couldn’t do anything but watch…and imagine.
Avril spotted her and beckoned him to join them. When she refused, he whispered to her mind and said, “Come on, green eyes! Enjoy the carnal gifts of the Blood Rose. Don’t think of this as something to do with emotional and personal things. Think of this as just a celebration of your body, of your immortality. Sex is not just about entering and exiting one’s serpent into one’s crevice, it’s also about connecting deeper with someone and being able to strengthen your relationship with one another—either with your lover or with your fellow creature of the night.”
Well, vamps and wolfies do indeed include sex in their monthly meal plan—if not everyday.
Rozelyn was gaping. Not just to Avril’s unusual words that he whispered to her mind, but also to the way Cyrill fucked her best friend.
Well, perhaps this is what you can call as ‘my crush is fucking my best friend in front of me’ kind of thing.
But Rozelyn was puzzled and confused if she would join or just be a spectator. Yet, the sight of Cyrill’s expressions enjoying Anaztasia from behind in a canine-style position made Rozelyn choose the latter. She chose to just watch and be a spectator as the fluid from her abyss flowed out from her again.
***
Though exhausted, Rozelyn still carried Cyrill inside the Zadzisai residence. Thanks to her incredible strength—courtesy of her Thaumaturge abilities—she was able to carry the six-footer Pasiphae werewolf.
“Bye, Roz!” Anaztasia’s echoing voice made her turn around her head abruptly. She then painted a sweet smile and hoisted her right hand and waved goodbye.
As soon as she entered their house, she was not surprised that Romaine was now lying down on the living room couch. Her breath was reeking of alcohol and her body was covered in that cherry-ish fragrant. Romaine had definitely danced with Dorrien again.
She focused on her powers. In a blink of an eye, she was now on Cyrill’s room. Teleportation is indeed useful especially when you just came from a party, from a soiree.
Rozelyn then used her telekinetic abilities to arrange his room and some other things. Yet, Cyrill didn’t yield even a single glance as his snoring is definitely competing with Romaine’s loud sleeping sound downstairs.
She went to her own room and locked the door. Rozelyn then changed her clothes into her purple silk nightgown and went to her king-size bed. In a click of her finger, the bulb lights on the ceiling turned off and her bed-side lamp was now alight.
Rozelyn then reminisced about the occurrence hours ago. The flash of Cyrill’s pleasuring face made her smile. She gave into a satisfying ‘release’ with just a flash of Cyrill’s unsheathed kraken. Alone and in her private comfort, she slipped her right hand into the ocean between her legs and dove in there as if it was deeper than the deep blue sea.