Eileen O'Neill (bloodyfootsteps) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-17 18:57:00 |
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‘You look like a bitch in heat.’ Eileen stopped putting on her makeup and looked over at her familiar with a raised eyebrow. “Careful, wouldn’t want my mother hearing you talk like that.” She laughed as she imagined Kiara castrating her familiar with one of her knives. Of course they both knew that she wasn’t about to let that happen, but that didn’t mean that the image didn’t amuse her. Scottie simply growled in response. ‘Do you really need to make it so obvious what you’re going out to do.’ Eileen knelt down and cradled the dog’s face in her hands; she pressed her nose to his, despite his thoughts of biting her where the two touched. “Don’t worry. I won’t let any mean man take advantage of me.” In all the years that she had been sating her blood lust, she had not met a single man capable of taking advantage of her and she found it laughable to imagine a situation in which one could. ‘Does your mother know what you’re going out to do?’ Eileen’s face dropped as she stood and faced the mirror in the bathroom once again. She fiddled needlessly with her hair as her expression remained in the practiced blank one she normally wore. “And what would she have to know? I’m not doing anything she hasn’t done a thousand times over.” ‘It’s different and you know it.’ “What do you even care?” Scottie didn’t answer as he left the room and Eileen to her own thoughts. As much as she hated to admit it, what she did was different. There was no question in her mind that when her mother slept with a man, his life after that point was a matter of minutes (if even). For Eileen, it was always a coin toss. She never knew what would happen when she went home with a man; sometimes she would drain them for their blood, other times she would wait until they fell asleep before sneaking out the door. Her actions were justified in her mind by the fact that she only enjoyed the company of men – much to her mother’s confusion – but deep down she knew that it was more than that. Why else would she feel so guilty for going out? She left without telling Kiara where she was headed. As Scottie had pointed out, her outfit gave away her intentions. One thing that she disliked about Scarlet Oak was that, unlike New York, there really wasn’t much in the way of night life. She could walk down the street of her apartment and spot four or five different bars or night clubs; here? Eileen had had to put a significant amount of effort into finding a bar that offered karaoke, or at least had an open mic. The Mudslide – or Mudhouse, whatever it was called – was the best that she could do for the night. Truth be told, it hardly mattered. So long as there were men around and the music wasn’t too loud to distract attention from her voice, that was all Eileen cared about. As she strolled in the front door, she instantly felt a sense that she had overdressed for the place. It really worked in her favor, however; she wouldn’t have to try so hard if everyone was already looking at her. A smile spread across her face as Eileen approached the bar. “I’ll take a whiskey sour straight and a shot of bourbon.” She inched her way up onto the barstool as she slid her credit card across the counter, then rolled her eyes when she had to follow it up with her ID. “Go ahead and start a tab.” Eileen turned and nodded in the direction of the stage where a woman was butchering a rendition of “I Will Survive.” It would have been endearing if it wasn’t so pathetic. “What do I have to do to get in the line up?” The bartender passed her a book with several different song selections and told her that once the drunken disco queen was finished, she could take the stage. She chose her song – it was really too perfect not to sing – and waited for her turn. Her drink was halfway finished when the song ended and a half-hearted round of applause filled the silence that followed. Eileen downed her shot before walking onto the stage. A quick glace around the room as the music started and she started to sing. |