Childs Play [Sevi]

[mena C. Maguire]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=510101] If Mena were to be perfectly honest with herself, she had to admit, that going to visit Italy once every month or so, was one of her favorite times of the month. They were never there for very long. Normally only a few days at most, if they were lucky, but she loved it none the less. It was a time where she could let her own curiosity grow and take over and let the little plots in her head take flight. Of course, she could never actually go through with them, but when she day dreamed she would stare off, and just imagine. Where most little girls would look out into a field of flowers and think of bright sunny days and laughter to go with it, Mena would think of those flowers drenched in blood, and the sky a pale gray and awful things accompanying it in the fields. Staring out the window now, as they entered the outskirt of the Italian city, she grinned softly, seeing her little fantasies even now. Vaguely she could hear Scamp and Aura in the back seat, chattering and playing over something random. Her mother had told her she was a big girl, and that she could stay in the front seat instead of the back with her siblings. But she knew better. Lately, she had been showing signs of that darker inner self she possessed. She couldnt help it if she liked the darker side of things. So this was her mothers way of keeping an eye on her without outright telling her it was keeping an eye on her. Her twin brother Scamp was just as bad, and she wasnt showing a positive influence on him, but Mena herself showed it more. And so she took the downfall for it more. When they arrived at the largest house she had ever seen, besides the pack house of course, she sat up a little straighter. Today, she reasoned with herself, she was actually going to go inside and find out what little mysteries the home held. From mutterings from her mother, she knew that the man that lived inside and in fact, most of the people that lived inside, were not people her mother liked. It always made her wonder why Aunty Nix lived here then. And why Aunty Nix wasnt back at the pack house. She asked these questions to her mother constantly, but her mother never answered them in a way that made sense to her. And lots of times she would get the speech, 'Ill tell you when you are older.' Boy did she hate that little phrase. Older. Did adults really think older meant wiser? She didnt believe that garbage. If you were smart enough, it shouldnt matter how old you are. Mena herself was a very smart girl. She could figure out and solve things at three years old that most adults couldnt figure out. At the age of two, she was able to figure out how to make a working bomb, with her brothers help, and she took it to a local bar and let it explode. There had still been people inside. Humans, vampires, werewolves alike. She had done it just for giggles. She hadnt thought about the consequences or the whys or what would happen to those people. It was just something she found interesting and funny. And when it had gone off, she was at the top of the hill giggling like a little evil master mind. After that event, when her mother had caughter her, she had been grounded for a month. Not only because she had set the bomb off and now her mom had to do damage control, but because she had snuck out at night on her own. Which of course, was just another rule that she hated. Her mother was so very protective. She kept telling them that there were vampires all around the city and that she could get hurt if she wandered off on her own. Being human, and defenseless was not going to help her surive. And so she needed to rely on the safety of the pack house to keep her safe. But she never understood that. And she hated being told she was defenseless right now. Hell, she could shoot a gun ten times better then her mother could. Mena kept asking to be bitten, to just finally get on with the change. Do something that would make her seem less weak and vulnerable. Because even though she may look like an angel, she sure as hell was from a different direction. Plus, with the whole changing topic, her mother told her not until she was five. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she crawled out of the car, shoving her hands into her black hoodie that had a picture of the Cheshire cat on the front. She was wearing black jeans as well and her dark brown locks almost blended in with the hood of the sweatshirt. Her pale, ice blue eyes, took in the house once more and then she looked back at Aura and Scamp who had just left the car as well. They were silent, and the absolute quiet was suddenly broken by her mothers sigh and low growl. Her mother hated coming here. Even if it was to see Aunty Nix. Looking up at her mom, she watched her mothers pretty features fall into a frown and then looked away again. Her mother went over to Aura to speak with her, since Nix WAS Aura's real mom, and while her mother did that, she started walking towards the house. "Dont wander too far Mena." She heard her mother call to her and she gave a subtle nod to show that she had heard her. But of course, she had no plans of sticking to that rule. Reaching the door, she leaned up, and pushed it open, hearing the little screech. The hallway just beyond the doorway was dark, pitch black and oh so inviting. It had taken a few hours to drive here and when they had left that morning, it was now almost night time. The twilight sky shone with tones of purple and orange and she scrunched her nose at it. Far too pretty for her tastes. Going inside, she closed the door behind her and then looked down the hallway. She was used to going down that hallway and to the rooms that were always reserved for them to stay in. This time though, she turned the other way. To her right, there was another hallway. This one she had never been down. So that was the perfect place to start. Her little footsteps somewhat echoed as she trailed her fingers against the wall, feeling her way in the darkness that was almost too dark for her to see anything. But when she came to near the end of the hall, instead of following it back around, she stopped at a door. It was closed and she wondered why that was. Most rooms were open here. Unless of course, you werent allowed in them. The closed door should have been a sign to her to turn around and leave, but she didnt. Instead, she reached her little hand up and turned the nob, finding the door was actually open. Going inside, she smelt the faint smell of copper and salt. Which meant there was blood in this room. And a lot of it if her human nose could pick it up. This little fact alone, was what intrigued her. Entering the actual room, her eyes took in so many things. There were chains and toys and devices she didnt even know about. She could rusted over blood on some of them. And there was even a flat table that shone silver. Going over to it, she hopped up on to it and then looked at the little tools that were by it. She picked up a scalpel from the bunch and grinned softly, as she turned it this way and that way. Turning the blade downward, she let it run against the pad of her thumb, not uttering a sound as blood welled up. In a way, she shared that high tolerance for pain like her Aunt Ali. The Aunt she had heard about but never seen or met. Little Mena didnt know this trait had been passed down to her. Looking up, she placed the scalpel down and then gazed about the room again. What to try next...That was the question on her mind. There were so many things in here she wanted to try. So what to try next...... ----------------------------------------------- Word Count:1440 Tag: Sevi Comments: Sorry if I godmodded any of that. And if I need to change anything, lemme know.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Tonight would prove to be a rather casual and relaxing night. At the moment he was getting dressed and putting the finishing touches on his feet. Sneakers were so unlike him, but he was not in the mood for a suit and tie. There would be company, as planned, and Phoenix would soon be united with her daughter. Those visiting nights he had stayed away from such things, except, tonight he would have to find a way to keep it that way. Although, there was a chance he could slip somewhere in the fold and find out if the rumors had been true. It wasn't so much a rumor, as it was a little fortune telling. Normally readings weren't so correct, seeing as how there were so many fakes in the world. This particular one had never steered Sevanni wrong, which was why it was rather important to make this plan work. Sevanni's the type of person that couldn't come to the efforts of having children take reign at a certain age. Be married off into another family without meeting your consort first. He despised the thought of child vampires, though that wouldn't come out as to why any time soon. A dread that could be consumed would be the very thought of that. Which was why he had no plans on making Imogine a vampire. Even if it were so she could be bonded to the family by blood. Moving over to the windows that overlooked a portion of the property, Sevanni had spotted Katra stepping away from the vehicle in which she came. Not too long after had eyes meandered over to the car. A door opening to reveal a small body emerging from within. Eyes furrowed with brows as he looked a little closer. Another child. So she did in fact have one. This was good to hear. At least Sevanni knew he didn't have to kill that old fortune teller bat. "Go on." Cree began as she stood behind Sevanni. Her own eyes cascaded over the luscious grounds when the little girl vanished from sight. "I assure you that the woman is right." Her eyes moved from window to Sevanni. Shifting slowly as if she had her own agenda. She didn't. "I've seen it with my own eyes. She's just as bad as him." This did please Sevanni to hear, but to verify if she was mortal, well, getting close to her was going to be the issue. A low humble withdrawal of breath escaped lips, his form turning away from her own and he headed toward the bedroom door. "Have the room ready. And grab Kat's file. If she is the one, I want to make sure I have what I need." Then just like that the door had closed behind him and he was headed toward the back stairs. The back stairs led to the back hall, which lay between the kitchen and the hall to the den. There in the back had been a set of stairs, and at the door he realized that something was different. There was a scent that was different. Sevanni was simply going to go down underneath to grab a few toys of his own. See if she could withstand the test of nature. Fortunately for her the scent had been that of a mortal and not that of his daughter. Could the little brat be downstairs where she aught not be? Slowly Sevanni crept further into the abyss, closer, and closer to the scent of the child. That was where someone had fucked up and let the crimson fire that controlled most vampires seep from flesh. Blood. Fresh blood. "Well what do we have here?" Sevanni's voice came out in a low tone as he looked the little girl over. What was she doing had not been the issue. What she was doing down there was. Sevanni moved a little closer, but not too much in an intimidating way. Though he did tower her like a New York skyscraper. "Does your mommy know you're down here?" And if she did, was she aware that her daughter had just let the big bad wolf catch wind of the blood there on her skin. Sleekly he licked his lips. Children's blood was the best blood, especially when they were mortal and right there in the depths of a death room. It was as if she was asking for it. Wearing: THIS

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[mena C. Maguire]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=510101] There wasnt a sound in the room. Just her light breathing. And no smells pervaded the area but the smell of blood. And yet to her, this was the perfect playground. No windows, and no screaming people or annoying adults talking. No one watching her and telling her what she should and should not do. That what she loved doing was not something a girl her age should love doing. In a way, she was a very misunderstood little girl. Her mother was worried about her, and how she was turning out. But really, her mother had no room to talk. The only time she had ever seen her mother be gentle and kind was to her and her brother and Aura. Even mentioning her father got her mother on an angry tirade that you didnt want to be in the middle of. It wasnt a pretty sight. Mena loved watching her mothers fury. She thought it made her look powerful and strong. Like the alphess her mother was. Tilting her head, blue hues gazed across the other blood smeared and dangerous toys. And thats exactly what they were to her. Toys. Things that she wanted to play with. Her mother had made the mistake of giving her a gun and teaching her how to shoot it at the age of two. Now she knew how to shoot it at a quick draw and have some deadly aim as well. She was a frightening child with that gun. And she was a frightening child with a knife and sharp objects. Her fascination with them never seemed to end. And right now she had her tiny little eyes on what seemed to be a rib spreader. She had seen one of those once before but she couldnt recall from where. All she knew was, she wanted to look at it. And there were so many other things in this room that she wanted to try. She couldnt try them all on herself of course, but she could maybe find a cat or dog and come back down here. Others she could use on herself and not mind so much. Pain wasnt anything to worry about. But before she could hop down from the silver table she was still sitting on, her head tilted, brown curls falling over her shoulder, to look at the voice from the darkness. Had she been a wolf or vampire, she would have been able to hear him coming and could have even smelt him coming. She hated being human so much. But she didnt show much emotion either. Her eyes lit up with curiosity instead of fear or any other bad emotion the vampire before her was probably used to when seen by others. She knew that her mother hated this man and she would growl when ever she knew it was time to come to Italy. From process of elimination, she could guess he was Sevanni. Sevanni Black, the owner of this magnificent home and everyone that lived inside of it. But was she supposed to be scared? Was she supposed to hate him? Because at the moment, she was just curious. "Hmmm. Here would be a Mena." She said softly, her voice having a soft French accent lilt to it. Her voice sounded like any three year old girls. Sweet, gentle, and innocent. But looks and sounds were so deceiving when you actually learned what made this girl tick. She looked like she could be fragile and gentle, but she loved the darker side of things. The bloodier side of things. Things that would leave most people screaming and having nightmares for days, she enjoyed and actually treasured. Watching him walk further into the room, she could see in his eyes that a lot of his focus wasnt really on her but on the blood on her thumb. Her hands were currently braced on either side of her and the blood was dripping on to the floor. Lifting her hand, she glanced at it slightly and then back to him. It was interesting to her to see how a vampire reacted to blood. And only here in Italy did she get to look at a vampire and study their habits. The ones in Paris, didnt last long to say the least. Her mother hunted every night and the pack helped her. She wanted to go out hunting with her mother and the pack of werewolves so badly but she wasnt old enough. Or so her mother and so others told her. But she didnt believe that. They just thought she couldnt handle it. That she would get hurt. Little did they know, she could whoop them all easily. Maybe not her mother, but Katra hadnt been made alphess only because she was the princess of the pack when Patrick had reigned supreme. At his second question, she grinned, her eyes twinkling with a dark light. "No...Mom doesnt know Im down here. But what mom doesnt know wont hurt her." Jumping off the table she walked over to him and tilted her head the other way. She looked him up and down from head to toe and then back to meet his eyes. Before she said a word, she shrugged and then held up her hand that had her bleeding thumb. "You can lick it off if you want. I wont mind if you bite me either. I dont feel the pain. And a vampire hasnt bit me before. Im curious." She told him honestly. One thing that had remained child like in her, was her sense of telling what she thought. Little kids would say the damnedest things. But where most little girls were funny, hers could make you shiver in repulsion. And she really was curious about the feeling of a vampire bite. She had heard so many different things about it. That it hurt...that it was pleasurable. That it was this and that. She wanted to end the debate in her mind right here and now. And if he didnt bite her, well, that was a question she could answer another day. Even though she wouldnt be happy about that. "But I do have a question..." She piped up once more. Looking back at the other toys in the room, she looked at each one in turn. "Can I play with those?" She looked back to Sevanni. "And if I dont know what it does, can you show me? Ill even let you try it on me if it doesnt kill me. Ill be a good girl. Promise. Please Mr. Sevanni sir? Please? Momma doesnt let me play with these toys at home. She is no fun." No fun indeed. ----------------------------------------------- Word Count:1117 Tag: Sevi Comments: She is adorable in a scary way.You gotta admit that.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] "No...Mom doesnt know Im down here. But what mom doesnt know wont hurt her." Could this be? Was the great Katra Shade sleeping on her parent skills? Or; could it have been simply that her little daughter that sat before him was just that good when it came to her defense skills. Such an offering that had piqued his interest when she displayed her kneck like a good little girl. Perhaps there was hope for her yet. "You can lick it if you want." Oh what a cherry topping that would have been divine in that very moment. No. He had to hold back, even if it was just a little. Sevanni lowered down to eye level with her. His squat had brought him pretty much level, though there still was a bit of height. What would a child her age need with being bitten? Didn't she know what she was to become? Didn't she know that she had to make her change from mortal to weremutt? This was something of a concern. If this child, this.....mortal, wanted to be bitten by a vampire, didn't it also mean that she wanted to be turned into one as well? At least somewhere down secretly. It was worth the thought. "But I do have a question..." A question huh? It was many few who could question Sevanni. Be it anything really. You just didn't question the hand that owned you. Mortals. They were so silly but he loved them so. "Ask away little one." He knew what her name was. However; now he was shocked. Not mortified such a child like her could ask such a thing, but that she could be interested in such things and that Katra had let her play with anything like them. Those toys. Weapons that were used for killing. Maiming. Castrating and bringing them to pure dust in liquid form. A breath escaped his lips and with no thought at all, he had agreed. "Tell you what.....Why don't I have something, or....someone, sent down, and you can play with them properly?" Brows quirked to his own question that he suspected would bring satisfaction. "Something to change into, or cover you up. Wouldn't want our little secret of play time to get out would we?" It had been the first time in a few weeks that Sevanni smiled serenly. He was sad only because it wasn't with Imogine. He missed those days. He'd ask Marcus, since Annaliah was watching Nixie from a distance. Not to be guarded really as if she were to escape. Nixie was no prisoner, though she did have limited access to her child. No, it was for her own protection. Marcus could drag some able body down below. an animal or something, depending on what Mena preferred. She was interesting. Oh so interesting and Sevanni was more than glad to have known this portion of her actions. Her desires. She had a knack for killing, which made her good cause to take now and raise around his sisters. They were bitches who did as they pleased. Mena, if brought up around them, could learn how to be evil in a much more appropriate way, rather than grow up around the confines of trying to control your evilness. That was no place for a mind like hers. They could fake a hunt. Keep her below and order no one to speak of anything. Easily he could keep Mena and make sure Katra had no way of getting to her. If he so chose he could lock the mother up as well and off her just as he had Patrick.

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[mena C. Maguire]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=510101] Mena could definitely be placed under the trouble maker category. She loved to cause trouble and to make mischief and when you described Mena, you couldnt leave this word out. There were a few words to describe her, most not very good. She was evil, cynical, manipulative, and she could plot better then most of the adults in her pack. Her mother always had a hard time getting her in line. Making her behave and do things that she really didnt want to do or that just werent her. The little child didnt understand why she was better at plotting and being evil then her mother did. Both of her parents werent exactly saints, but they also werent this bad either. It was like someone took her two parents, mashed them together and then multiplied their cruel intentions part of their personality by ten. And this was only when she was little. Kat asked herself everyday, why Mena turned out the way she did. Despite all of Katra's faults and mistakes that she had made in her life, she was a wonderful mother. The side of her that she showed to her kids was a side that others never got to see. The tender and loving Kat. The side that people never thought existed. And so with Mena being down here, it didnt put a black mark on her parenting. It just showed how much of a trouble maker Mena was. And how much she didnt listen to her mother. For in fact, her mom had told her not to wander too far. She would pull a technicality...This was just inside the house so therefore couldnt be too far right? It was those sorts of things that made Mena, Mena. And no matter how much of a good mother Kat was, her daughter would always remain on that side of the scale that could never be reached. At least not by someone on the one side of things. Now, the vampire before her, that was another story. Already her little mind was intrigued by him. Wanted to know more about him. How he thought, what he did, why he was considered the most hated vampire alive right now. But looking at him, she couldnt muster up any other emotions other then curiosity and happiness. She was in a room with a bunch of toys she wanted to play with and the vampire who owned this house seemed just as intrigued by her as she was by him. From what she had heard from her mother, Sevanni Black didnt like werewolves. Called them weremutts and prided himself in killing them. Lucky for her, she was still mortal. But she had a feeling, that even if she had been a werewolf, she wouldnt have been able to muster up fear for the man. Fear was just not a large part of the way she thought. She didnt even fear her own mother. Catching a look that passed through his eyes, she wondered if she had done something wrong. He knelt down to her height and he was still a tad taller then her. Which was a shame. She hated being so small. Her mother was a giant in the height department, reaching 5'11 without heels or shoes on. And her father was even taller then that. It was destined for her to be a tall girl, but for now she had to deal with being trapped in a four year olds body. And four year olds just werent that tall. When she would start to grow though, it would make her even more of a force to be reckoned with. A small flash of surprise did enter her eyes though as he didnt take her blood. He was holding off and she didnt understand why. Didnt he like a willing person? Or did he prefer someone that wailed and screamed and ran from him? As much as she was curious, she wasnt going to do any of those things. The offer would still stand, but he would take it from a willing her, or not from her at all. Not that she was ever not cool and collected. She always had this calm, and mysterious air around her. Like she was plotting your death even as she stared at you. And those ice blue orbs of hers didnt help the matter. That very look was the one she was giving him now. Even though her thoughts werent even on death right now. All she really wanted to do was play with the toys and have some fun. As she had stated before, her mother would catch her playing with those things and take them away from her. Her mother was a kill joy in her department of fun and she didnt know how to curve that. Right here and right now, was her best opportunity to have some fun. Another look passed over Sevanni's face and she almost tilted her head in curiosity. The look had been one of almost humor and an evil glint at the same time. And the look had come from when she had asked him if she could ask a question. Then it clicked in her mind. Another thing that her mother had told her. Sev didnt like people questioning him and not many got away with it. Kat had only because they had been on mutual ground and on a deal making streak. Her mother still wondered every single day what Sevanni would ask in return for her bringing Aura to Nix once a month or so. The hatred between the Paris pack and Sev was strong. Mena had heard only bad things from each of them. But looking at Sevanni with her own eyes, she didnt see that. Of course, he probably wasnt showing it to her, thinking her a sweet and naive little girl, but she could read people sometimes, and he seemed more intrigued then disgusted by her. When Sevanni told her that he would bring something or, even better, someone down, her face lit up like a little childs on Christmas morning. It was one of those moments were other little girls would have jumped up and down and squealed, but not Mena. The contentment showed in her eyes and in a way it made her face seem both more angelic and more evil. Her personal preference would lean towards an actual person being brought down, but she wouldnt be picky. And beggars couldnt be choosers. You should take what you could get. And for Mena, playing with anything with all of these toys was going to be the highlight of her day and quit possibly, unless he let her play again tomorrow, the highlight of her month. She already liked this Sevanni vampire more then she should. If only her mother knew. Nodding her head, her brown curls bobbed and she grinned. "No of course not. Wouldnt want that." She added in, echoing his thoughts of not wanting her mother to find out about her little play time. But there was something she wanted to pick at. Let it be her downfall or not. She was curious and the best way to get rid of curiosity was to ask it. "Mr Sevanni sir...Why do you look sad? Do you not want me to play with these things? And if its okay with you..I would prefer a person over a dog. People are more fun to cut up." And the end of that sentence was topped off with a small bob of her head. Just a small nod, and as always, that dark twinkle in her eyes. The twinkle that could alert policemen of future serial killers. ----------------------------------------------- Word Count: 1282 Tag: Sevi Comments: She scares me more and more every day haha

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,415,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] The surest look upon his face and a chill had moved along the intsy hairs on the back of his neck. Something was so off about this one. Human. Not so much a pup. Not yet. Her blood was almost pure. In his eyes that was. No. He didn't want her for her blood. The special flare within the little mortal had given him a bit of hope. If only Imogine could be open to such a thing. "Mr Sevanni sir...Why do you look sad? Do you not want me to play with these things? And if its okay with you..I would prefer a person over a dog. People are more fun to cut up." Sad? He had looked sad? It was thoughts of his daughter that made him that way. Worried about her reaction to the news she had just figured out. This one. This mortal... She was completely absorbed into the world of morbidness. Blood. How could he not adore such a thing in a child? "Do you think it is only a human who can feel emotion?" It was a question that couldn't be answered. Many thought vampires to be dark and cold and not have the ability to love. Vampires he knew did. After all, a vampire starts off human, lest you are one of Sevanni's experiments. Humanity may die out when it comes to having a meal enjoyable to that last bite. But emotions are for everyone. Even those without a beating heart. "But you nevermind that. Let's have some fun." He spoke now a bit more perky than before. "A person hmmm?" He was sure he had some in stock. A few bound in the caverns below in the tunnels. Yes, he was sure of it. With a few clicks of his phone he made a simple call upstairs. One of the house members would bring one in for her enjoyment. "I sense your mother would not approve of this." He started as he walked towards the wall and retrieved something to cover her attire. Lifting it from the hook it hung from and turning toward her. What if the little girl knew he hated her mother? What would be her thoughts? What would be her actions against him? She'd grow up eventually, but in order for her to work out for their family, it would have to happen soon. Very soon. Sevanni could tell there wasn't much time before they would turn her. Sevanni had tricks of his own up his sleeve. "You know what you're to become soon......right?" Did she know she'd turn into a weremutt like her mother? Did she think it was exciting? Would she be swayed to stay? He had to know. But for now he'd settle for a few short notes before someone came. It would be to her liking. Perhaps male, female. Young even. Mid twenties or so. There was quite a selection from what you would consider a wine cellar. Mortals had actual wine, Sevanni had a selection of mortals for the picking.

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