Aesthetique - Addiction, boys and fenster

From the rooftops this is where the Queen was settled, staring out over a city that had fallen to the beautiful corruption of humanity. Silver eyes fastened upon the flashing lights as cars came and went, and though her lower mandible had been left fleshless, there was amusement to be seen glittering in the predator's eyes. She wore a black hoodie with a white man silhouette that was dunking, and dark black hair spilled down past her shoulders past a baseball hat that had a NY Yankees logo upon it. She stood with her hands within the frontal pouch of her hoodie, jeans clinging to her thighs before they flared out along her caves. Dark wisps of silk danced past her jaw and teeth, ears taking in the tones of music that blared within her earbuds. She swayed slightly with her music and simply watched the junkies as they wandered the streets below. There were hustlers doing what they were meant to do, ripping off the dumb and gullible.[C]

Dealers that were busy ruining lives with the delicious things of which they used to corrupt lives and here on the rooftop stood Arsenia. She sighed softly and blinked slowly, the colors having all gone vibrant due to the ecstasy that she had taken. She took two pills of it tonight, causing the world itself to be rather splendorous. She was alone for the time being, but knew that with time the rest of her Harlequins would show. At her feet was a man of which she had found out to be native american and of french canadian descent. She didn't care that he was mangled, though she was rather saddened that he wasn't dead yet. Why hadn't she killed him already? Normally killing others was easy, but this man known as Jonathon was more difficult for her to bring herself to feed off of than the others. He had taken some ketamine and after his high had happened, he'd collapsed by her feet up here while she was left staring out over the city itself.[C]

She narrowed her eyes as she watched two men down below battling it out in the way that those in Portland Maine did it. Rap battles. She watched them spit their lyrics back and forth, amusement found in her eyes as she waited for them all to break into a fight. Normally Jonathon would be down there with them, but tonight wasn't his night. She'd gotten him a bit too fucked up to do anything. He was faded in every sense of the word and she adored it. Glancing down as he shifted, the woman crouched and ran her fingers through his long locks that were normally held up into a man bun of sorts. Her right index traced along the flesh of his lower lip, teasing at the studs of his lower lip, taking note of the black studs he had in it. Her brows furrowed lightly as she saw the NY yankee tattoo that was upon his cheek as well as the microdermal stud within his temple. She let out a soft murmuring of a noise before she rose back up. She could remember his eyes and his smile.[C]

They seemed to be stained into her memory bank itself, a haunting of a memory that she couldn't seem to shake. He was beautiful and alluring in every way, yet even as her instinct told her to kill him, to snare his soul - she knew she'd already done so the moment he had looked at her. She didn't want to break him. She wanted to keep him for herself and in a different life she may have actually done so and dated him; she may have had a future with him but knew she couldn't do so now as she was. She was undead and while a family and a life was something she'd have adored - it was out of her reach now. It left her thoughtful of what she was and what to do with the rest of her time here. He was popular in Portland as an artist known as ya boy Fizz and she loved spending time with him, though the kind of happiness he brought her was one that was far different from what she was accustomed to.[C]

The question that haunted her now, that she couldn't shake, became so easily: Which is sweeter? Blood or chocolate? She glanced down at his sleeping form and simply watched over him. She'd kill anyone that tried to harm him and she knew it. Was this what love was? Was she even still capable of it? It was hard to tell or know when she no longer remembered what it was like to feel such a human emotion. Maybe that's why he still lived. Maybe that's why she couldn't bring herself to kill him and wanted him here at her side. Her human. Her friend. Her Jonathon. But for how long would things remain that way? She hadn't a clue because people and creatures came and went. Would he too? She didn't know, she did know, and yet she hoped that he didn't. She wanted him to stay. Going back to where he lived was only going to land him in a morgue and that was if he was lucky. He was so impulsive, so weak-minded, so very malliable..[C]

He was the perfect recipe for a Harlette if she had ever laid eyes upon one. He had already given her his soul and poured it out through his music and yet it wasn't enough. The Queen had always been addictive and when it came to stealing souls, she had grown to be quite ravenous and constantly hungry for more. Why not his? Souls didn't have a certain flavor at all most of the time. They had when she first became a Harlette, but now as a Harlequin the flavors all seemed the same after having taken and tasted so many. This man, this boy, this creature at her feet was no different from the people she snared souls from in the city and yet he was. She couldn't quite lay her finger upon it, but something about it was both enticing to the mind, while being repulsive to one's stomach. Looking away from the sleeping man she moved to the edge of the rooftop and sauntered along its ledge, once again taking in the scenery before she drew in a breath. She remembered what the air's scent was.[C]

Winter was coming and with it came fall, which gave way to a sweet scent within the air, regardless of how much smog and chaos was going on down below. There was something lovely about it and yet she hated it all the same. Glancing once more at the body of the male that was slumped atop of the roof, she gave a small roll of her eyes and looked back down to the city. He'd be fine on his own up here, wouldn't he?  Her eyes narrowed lightly, flesh itching with need for her fix to be satiated. She'd have to leave him behind. One last glance was cast back to the male known as Jonathon and then she leapt free of the roof top she had been on and with the grace of a gymnast, snared fingers along the elongated neck of a light post before she whipped herself to dance about its slender spire with the ease of a pole dancer.[C]

Feet at last touching the ground, the woman glanced up to the rooftop she had come down from and tossed up her hood before slipping her hands within the frontal pouch of her hoodie. Purple diamonds along her left breast and a crown insignia along her back over a Q that stood for Queen, the Harlequin decided that tonight's fix would be one of three things: sex, drugs, or souls. She didn't much care which it was as long as it filled her night with pleasure. Pale eyes of silver flicking this way and that, the female dragged her baklava up to hide the grotesquely mangled portion of her lower jaw, since humans didn't tend to enjoy her carnage born aesthetics. She hadn't been here in quite a while, but with halloween just around the corner, she had been sleeping long enough. It was time to play. The hunt was beginning. Game on.[E]