Vampiric Interdiction

[2] Anything For You

Villahr stared wide-eyed at the round tapestry in the middle of the floor. He remembered vividly when Karolinna had purchased it, recalling he immediately characterized it as the most hideous rug he’d ever seen. She ignored him, insisting it had personality, and slid her money across the counter to the man running the run-down thrift shop, telling him to keep the change.

It looked quite similar to a colourful mess of vomit. Every hue and shade imaginable was jammed into the matting in no particular order, pattern or fashion. Demented, tear-dropped swirls were sporadically placed, each holding some sort of plant leaf in their hollowed centres, and wherever there was room for one, sat a spiked flower, edged in lime green and maroon. It really was a really was a sad and repulsive excuse for decoration.

Unlike most everything else, which seemed to have no real place in the room, Karolinna kept it in immaculate condition. What he could see of it looked just the same as it did hanging the on shop wall; but there was one thing upon it he knew he would have recalled seeing, before it had been rolled up and handed to her across the register.

Sprawled out in the middle, was a woman, and wrapped around her neck like a scarf were colourful purple markings. Villahr looked at Karolinna with enlarged pupils. 

“What, did you do?”

Karolinna bit down on her generous bottom lip, leaving slight imprinting when she lifted her teeth from them again to speak. 

“Well, I picked her up at that bar across the way. She was eyeing me, and I noticed…I knew I just had to have her so ...”

“These women are not fucking collectable dolls, Karolinna!” Villahr interrupted. His tone wasn't yet laced with anger, but it certainly was a higher decibel which indicated rage was there.

“I know that, Lahr! I wasn't trying to… just hear me out first okay?” she barked back, immediately regretting the bite she hadn’t meant to give him. 

Frustration emblazoned her beautiful vilacious eyes, and perhaps a little bit of fear spiked them. Villahr may have been a deviant as a child, but it was true when it was said he had changed for the better. She wouldn't put it past him to give up on her one of these times and go straight to the parents. There is no law against Vicio people taking the life of a human, but it certainly wasn't advised, and her folks took conforming to society very seriously.

Kneeling down next to the body, his long coat draping onto the floor, Villahr shrugged his shoulders and pressed his mouth shut tight to stop himself from speaking. He angled his head to his long-time companion, eyes focussed in on her plush lips. Waiting for more words to flow, he hoped among them would be a suitable explanation, but did not hold his hopes too high.

Getting on her knees by the handsome Vici's side, Karolinna tucked her hair behind her ear, taking in pointless breath and continuing. “I went out last night. Yes, I did. I know I shouldn't have, but… don't worry, I'm fine. See?” Her long, thin fingers brushed along his smooth, hairless jaw, and their heat seeped into the skin of Villahr's cheek as they came to repose there.

“Okay. Let's pretend there's not a dead chick in the room for a second, and let me say that I do believe you when you say you were careful.” He knew she thought too much of herself to be that negligent of her actions. “Why you would even risk being out in the moonlight. It's dangerous, sisienta” 

Karolinna couldn’t help but to groan, as the condescension stabbed it’s way into her patience. The blades went just as deep as when her parents clutched the knives. Despite the dissatisfaction he gave her, she smiled at Villahr’s endearing closing term. He’d been calling her that ever since she was a youngling, and it never failed to calm her.