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my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear | open-log
Who: Faith Lehane & You!
What: Faith has mommy issues, turns into a succubus, gets a bit violent and then also hungry and horny.
When: May!
Where: Around!
Content Warnings: Grief, references to death of a family member, childhood neglect and abuse, alcoholism, hypersexuality, possible nsfw, monsterfucking, pseudo cannibalism.
I. MAMA, WE ALL GO TO HELL.
(May 8th.)
[It's mother's day, three o'clock in the morning, and Faith is at the cemetary. Which really just goes to show the miserable bitterness that wells up inside her every single time this day comes around. It's been... two years now. No, three. This bitterness doesn't stop welling up in her chest.
Her presence in the cemetary is likely only noticed due to the fact that she put a bullet through the head of an undead spectre that crawled its way out from the guard. It was a magic bullet. Works like a charm. There's a satisfied hum coming from her. If anyone else is here, she tries not to notice. She walks her way to the furthest corner of the graveyard and clears a spot in the dirt. She reaches into her coat and pulls out a bottle of vodka, shakes it up a bit and drops it in the clearing.]
Nightwalker said it'd help to pretend I was talking to you. For some reason. So I gave you your favourite to represent you. You're welcome. Not sure they even have booze in hell. You must be hating it.
You remember when I was eight? That was a year after you came and picked me up from your asshole relatives. This time, that year, it was mother's day. Your first and my first, and I guess I was excited 'cuz I'd never had a mom before, and I kept telling Alex, or Malice, whatever you wanna call her now. I kept telling her you were coming back for me, and I guess I stopped believing it was true until you actually did.
The day comes, and the night before you binge drank and got super wasted and got in a fight with our "roommate" at the time, who left the next morning never to be seen again. So you're hungover, miserable, ashamed, and really not feelin' it, right? But I wanna take you to ice cream, 'cuz I'd saved up enough money for it from stealing shit from the other kids at school. I only had like five bucks, but I figured that'd be enough for the both of us. Not like grandma ever took me.
You're hungover, and hating it, and hating that I'm making you do this, and hating me for bothering you when you really just wanna lay in a corner and die. But at that point, you still pretended. So I asked you how yours was, that you had to pay for because it turned out five bucks was only enough for mine. [She pauses, glancing upwards.] No, that's right. I paid for yours, you got one scoop, you paid for mine, I got three. God.
Anyway. I ask you how it is. And you smile. And you tell me it's lovely. And you thank me, and tell me you love me. [Her voice falters here and something bubbles up in her eyes and she realizes she's crying, just a little. Well, maybe more than a little.] So when I try to remember all the good moments we had, before you... before you fucking died. Why is it that it's just that that I remember? That one bitter memory where I don't even know if you were lying.
Did you even tell me you loved me? Or did I just imagine that like I imagined having a friend? [Faith wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup a bit. She lets out a sigh, shuddering. It's cold.] Anyway. That was my eulogy for the funeral you never had, mom.
Enjoy the vodka, mom. [She stands up, rolling the bottle over with her foot for a bit, before stomping it and shattering the glass into the dirt, leaving the ground wet with running liquid.] You always loved it more than you loved me.
That didn't help at all.[And with that, she turns away from the makeshift grave and walks away, staring at the ground. If anyone was listening, she'll glare briefly but do nothing else herself, not unless prompted.]
II. SHE WILL ALWAYS BE A BROKEN GIRL.
(May 10th.)
[Come the morning and Faith is... changed. She only notices when getting out from her sleeping position, which is less a bed (too comfortable) and more well, the couch. She gets up and almost immediately, her wings start getting caught on the cushions.
She finds a mirror, and comes face to face with the sight of what she's become. A succubus, with hair that's even longer and thinner, sharp teeth like a thousand knives in her maw, a forked tongue that extends frankly a bit uncomfortably long, and a long tail that coils up to her chin, moving like another arm.
And wings. Leathery bat wings. There's a lot of ways she can react to this. And she definitely does a lot of freaking out in the privacy of her own house, but by the time it's her favoured time of day, aka night, she tends to be less ashamed.
She can be spotted flying across Trench, and might drop on a rooftop near you and grin down at you. She is, notably, still not wearing much in the way of clothes. You try finding something that fits three new limbs. And there's an aura around her that attracts the attention of people around her, whether that's just because she's hot remains to be seen, but regardless she's hard to miss.
Or, later at night she'll be seen around the clubs, dancing and partying and flirting with just about anyone. At this stage, the demonic appearance is... lessened. Her face could pass for human, if it weren't for the horns. She wants to be wanted, to be craved. She's addicted to the sensation. She doesn't cover the monster, not much, just... well. She might as well be pretty.
Or alternatively, she might be at Sapphora. A bit more thoughtful, her tail flickers nervously as she stares at the staircase leading to the higher floors, sipping at her drink with a nervous chatter to her teeth. This physical form is still... confusing. She's not sure where exactly she got a glass of darkblood, but she's not exactly complaining. It's... delicious. Is this what it was like for all the vampires she killed? She feels bolder, stronger.
But still too weak to go upstairs and acknowledge the elephant in the room.]
III. TONGUES & TEETH
(May 15th.)
[She's back to normal for now, and one night she goes on a trip into the Trenchwood. She's itching, all over her body, it's like a siren call to anger, to violence, to the hunt. She disappears off the path at some point, but you might hear the faint cackle of her laughter.
If someone were to go and investigate, they'd find her standing over a beast. An ugly thing with long limbs and milky white skin and needle-like fingers, human looking, with a pinched up wrinkled face, all growls and hisses and whines. It still begs. It still pleads. Or maybe that's just what she's looking for.
There's a person in there, or there was once, and Faith is a Slayer. There's people in vampires, people who could be saved, people who were victims once. Faith is a Slayer. She's not a healer.
She's born for the kill. So she settles for grabbing the beast by the throat and hauling it up to her level, and she tosses her axe aside. There's something wild and feral in her tonight, and she just won't stop fucking itching. Maybe she just needs her fix.
That's what the rational part of her brain is telling her as her teeth sharpen into fangs and she drinks her fill from the beast's neck. She doesn't know that she's been spotted.]
IV. DAY TO DAY
(May. Wildcard option.)
[For the rest of the month, Faith does her job. She tends to patrol, even when the beasts are weaker. And she can be spotted in the middle of the night, with a crossbow in hand walking down the street or through the graveyard or through the woods or even on the beach. Sometimes she takes a minute to throw rocks and skid them along the surface of the water.
Sometimes she'll stop in bars and sit in a booth on her own, order something and enjoy whatever entertainments on. She's not as aggressively extraverted as she might be when she's partying, but if anyone wants to talk to her, they're free to.
And maybe once or twice, she'll engage in an underground fight, bet gems on it, and beat the living shit out of her opponent. Whether you come to her impressed at her ability, mildly outraged she didn't hold back a little, or even to offer a round in the ring, she'll be around.]
What: Faith has mommy issues, turns into a succubus, gets a bit violent and then also hungry and horny.
When: May!
Where: Around!
Content Warnings: Grief, references to death of a family member, childhood neglect and abuse, alcoholism, hypersexuality, possible nsfw, monsterfucking, pseudo cannibalism.
I. MAMA, WE ALL GO TO HELL.
(May 8th.)
[It's mother's day, three o'clock in the morning, and Faith is at the cemetary. Which really just goes to show the miserable bitterness that wells up inside her every single time this day comes around. It's been... two years now. No, three. This bitterness doesn't stop welling up in her chest.
Her presence in the cemetary is likely only noticed due to the fact that she put a bullet through the head of an undead spectre that crawled its way out from the guard. It was a magic bullet. Works like a charm. There's a satisfied hum coming from her. If anyone else is here, she tries not to notice. She walks her way to the furthest corner of the graveyard and clears a spot in the dirt. She reaches into her coat and pulls out a bottle of vodka, shakes it up a bit and drops it in the clearing.]
Nightwalker said it'd help to pretend I was talking to you. For some reason. So I gave you your favourite to represent you. You're welcome. Not sure they even have booze in hell. You must be hating it.
You remember when I was eight? That was a year after you came and picked me up from your asshole relatives. This time, that year, it was mother's day. Your first and my first, and I guess I was excited 'cuz I'd never had a mom before, and I kept telling Alex, or Malice, whatever you wanna call her now. I kept telling her you were coming back for me, and I guess I stopped believing it was true until you actually did.
The day comes, and the night before you binge drank and got super wasted and got in a fight with our "roommate" at the time, who left the next morning never to be seen again. So you're hungover, miserable, ashamed, and really not feelin' it, right? But I wanna take you to ice cream, 'cuz I'd saved up enough money for it from stealing shit from the other kids at school. I only had like five bucks, but I figured that'd be enough for the both of us. Not like grandma ever took me.
You're hungover, and hating it, and hating that I'm making you do this, and hating me for bothering you when you really just wanna lay in a corner and die. But at that point, you still pretended. So I asked you how yours was, that you had to pay for because it turned out five bucks was only enough for mine. [She pauses, glancing upwards.] No, that's right. I paid for yours, you got one scoop, you paid for mine, I got three. God.
Anyway. I ask you how it is. And you smile. And you tell me it's lovely. And you thank me, and tell me you love me. [Her voice falters here and something bubbles up in her eyes and she realizes she's crying, just a little. Well, maybe more than a little.] So when I try to remember all the good moments we had, before you... before you fucking died. Why is it that it's just that that I remember? That one bitter memory where I don't even know if you were lying.
Did you even tell me you loved me? Or did I just imagine that like I imagined having a friend? [Faith wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup a bit. She lets out a sigh, shuddering. It's cold.] Anyway. That was my eulogy for the funeral you never had, mom.
Enjoy the vodka, mom. [She stands up, rolling the bottle over with her foot for a bit, before stomping it and shattering the glass into the dirt, leaving the ground wet with running liquid.] You always loved it more than you loved me.
That didn't help at all.[And with that, she turns away from the makeshift grave and walks away, staring at the ground. If anyone was listening, she'll glare briefly but do nothing else herself, not unless prompted.]
II. SHE WILL ALWAYS BE A BROKEN GIRL.
(May 10th.)
[Come the morning and Faith is... changed. She only notices when getting out from her sleeping position, which is less a bed (too comfortable) and more well, the couch. She gets up and almost immediately, her wings start getting caught on the cushions.
She finds a mirror, and comes face to face with the sight of what she's become. A succubus, with hair that's even longer and thinner, sharp teeth like a thousand knives in her maw, a forked tongue that extends frankly a bit uncomfortably long, and a long tail that coils up to her chin, moving like another arm.
And wings. Leathery bat wings. There's a lot of ways she can react to this. And she definitely does a lot of freaking out in the privacy of her own house, but by the time it's her favoured time of day, aka night, she tends to be less ashamed.
She can be spotted flying across Trench, and might drop on a rooftop near you and grin down at you. She is, notably, still not wearing much in the way of clothes. You try finding something that fits three new limbs. And there's an aura around her that attracts the attention of people around her, whether that's just because she's hot remains to be seen, but regardless she's hard to miss.
Or, later at night she'll be seen around the clubs, dancing and partying and flirting with just about anyone. At this stage, the demonic appearance is... lessened. Her face could pass for human, if it weren't for the horns. She wants to be wanted, to be craved. She's addicted to the sensation. She doesn't cover the monster, not much, just... well. She might as well be pretty.
Or alternatively, she might be at Sapphora. A bit more thoughtful, her tail flickers nervously as she stares at the staircase leading to the higher floors, sipping at her drink with a nervous chatter to her teeth. This physical form is still... confusing. She's not sure where exactly she got a glass of darkblood, but she's not exactly complaining. It's... delicious. Is this what it was like for all the vampires she killed? She feels bolder, stronger.
But still too weak to go upstairs and acknowledge the elephant in the room.]
III. TONGUES & TEETH
(May 15th.)
[She's back to normal for now, and one night she goes on a trip into the Trenchwood. She's itching, all over her body, it's like a siren call to anger, to violence, to the hunt. She disappears off the path at some point, but you might hear the faint cackle of her laughter.
If someone were to go and investigate, they'd find her standing over a beast. An ugly thing with long limbs and milky white skin and needle-like fingers, human looking, with a pinched up wrinkled face, all growls and hisses and whines. It still begs. It still pleads. Or maybe that's just what she's looking for.
There's a person in there, or there was once, and Faith is a Slayer. There's people in vampires, people who could be saved, people who were victims once. Faith is a Slayer. She's not a healer.
She's born for the kill. So she settles for grabbing the beast by the throat and hauling it up to her level, and she tosses her axe aside. There's something wild and feral in her tonight, and she just won't stop fucking itching. Maybe she just needs her fix.
That's what the rational part of her brain is telling her as her teeth sharpen into fangs and she drinks her fill from the beast's neck. She doesn't know that she's been spotted.]
IV. DAY TO DAY
(May. Wildcard option.)
[For the rest of the month, Faith does her job. She tends to patrol, even when the beasts are weaker. And she can be spotted in the middle of the night, with a crossbow in hand walking down the street or through the graveyard or through the woods or even on the beach. Sometimes she takes a minute to throw rocks and skid them along the surface of the water.
Sometimes she'll stop in bars and sit in a booth on her own, order something and enjoy whatever entertainments on. She's not as aggressively extraverted as she might be when she's partying, but if anyone wants to talk to her, they're free to.
And maybe once or twice, she'll engage in an underground fight, bet gems on it, and beat the living shit out of her opponent. Whether you come to her impressed at her ability, mildly outraged she didn't hold back a little, or even to offer a round in the ring, she'll be around.]
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Well, she can see the nervousness in her steps, which is a contrast to the excitement and high energy she was projecting before. It's cute. It helps that she's very cute to begin with.
Faith's dark lips break into a smile.]
Yeah, started off with this wicked cute high energy vibe, then got more serene and beautiful as it went on. The singer too. [She grins.] I'm Faith. We talked a few months ago, dunno if you remember.
Can I get you a drink?
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Up close like this is another thing entirely. Those smoldering eyes and sardonic smile, that casual compliment delivered without breaking her stride, all combine to light fireworks in Jessica's chest. ]
Oh! G-Good! That's good. Thanks, I definitely work hard. At... the music.
[ Oh, jeez, what is she even doing? Why did she think she could do this, she looks like an absolute dork. The only thing that saves her is when Faith mentions their prior conversation, and the recognition clicks.
At the time she'd seemed cool and funny, maybe somebody she'd like to make friends with later. But she was too absorbed in her dawning realization of her feelings for Sayo to think much more of it. But now, recognizing her feels like a welcome presence, an element of sanity in her chaotic life. ]
Oh, that was you! Um, yeah, how are you, it's really cool to see you in person! Um, I-I'll take a soda, by the way.
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She can dig it. She's pretty good at being the bad influence.]
I'm pretty alright. [Her tail swishes, curling around the legs of her chair.] Got turned into a succubus, which hasn't been as bad as you'd think.
[She looks over at a barmaid who passes their table on the way to the kitchen.] Yo, think we can get a soda for our star performer? [She shoots Jessica a wink as she says this. The barmaid nods, returning to behind the bar.]
You performed here before? It's full of hot chicks with guns, which from what I understand seems to be a favourite of yours.
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She can't stop looking at that coiling tail either, but it's with fascination, not disgust. ]
Su- [ Ah, hadn't she heard of that from some fantasy manga? Jessica blushes deeper as she realizes what that means, biting her lip again, shyly staring at the table, but unable to keep the beautiful slayer out of her peripheral vision. ] Oh, um! Cool. Glad that's been working out for you!
[ But her eyes return as Faith flashes that wink, and God she feels like she's going to explode, and she loves every moment of this. Maybe the minor lingering corruption is liftng her inhibitions, but did she really need those to begin with? She's back to staring, fascinated with Faith's every little gesture and expression, hanging on her every word. ]
Y-Yeah, um... do you have a gun on you, because...
y-you're definitely really really really hot.
[ She giggles nervously, hoping that she's not scaring her off by being such an absolute fucking dweeb. ]
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As if she wasn't already doing this before. Is that what Baus is trying to teach her? Probably not. She can't really pretend she cares, though. Instead, she's much more fixated on this adorable girl that's all but crawled onto her lap.]
I never leave home without it. [Her house has so many weapons, Jessica. Just an absurd amount of weapons. It's a wonder Tara can live there without going mad. Faith cocks her head, looking at Jessica's neck, wondering what it would be like to suck on it. One thing about Faith is that she's very straight.
To the point.]
You know... they have more private areas upstairs.
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G-Good! It's dangerous at out there, ahaha.
[ She bites her lip, nervously drumming her fingers and daring a glance at Faith to make sure she's still even interested, when she drops that bombshell. ]
Oh...! Oh... y-yeah, I think I'd really like that!
[ She turns red to her ears, shyly glancing at Faith's face to confirm that this is actually really happen. This is pretty much the opposite of who she was supposed to be for her family, and it thrills her, losing her virginity to this roguishly charming girl with sharp edges and not the slightest care for propriety or "virtue." ]
Um... I-It'd be my first time, if that's okay.
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Faith downs her drink in one gulp, wipes her lips and smudges her lipstick a little bit.]
Not at all. I'll just make it extra special for you. [She winks. The barmaid hands Jessica her soda that she ordered. Meanwhile, Faith's tail slips beneath the table and caresses Jessica's leg lightly and teasingly.] Want me to wait for you to finish? You can take it up with us if you want.
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Ahaha, you get to score with a real pop star! Lucky you!
[ She practically stammers out that flirtation, laughing nervously. ]
Y-Yeah, um. I'll take it up.
[ Here it comes. Here it is. She's taking her coke upstairs and getting some. Oh god, she's going to be an absolute disappointment in bed, won't she? ]
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You know, you're not wrong. Can't say I've ever made a star like you sing before.
[She's evil.
It helps that even if Faith couldn't see the delight practically radiating off of her, her heightened senses mean that she can practically hear her pulse quickening. She guides Jessica to a room upstairs, private. One of the huntresses that was watching her performance gives Jessica a thumbs up. Get some.
When they reach the room, Faith gives her a grin as she closes the door behind her, then leans in from behind and brushes her lips against Jessica's neck, feeling the intoxicating humming of her blood beneath her skin... Coldblood. Nice.] You'll probably want to hydrate before we start, babe.
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Ehehe, there's a first time for everything, right?
[ Jessica realizes too late that that's the absolute dumbest thing to say to somebody else when she's the one losing her virginity, so she just giggles again, airy and girlish as she looks away, unable to get that implied promise to make her scream out of her head. She leans in closer as she walks up the stairs, her body tense with anticipation.
When they step through that door, Jessica gives a bashful smile of her own, giving way to an audible, if embarrassed moan when Faith's lips touch her neck, unconsciously tilts her head to give more access. ]
O-Oh... Um, am I gonna sweat... a lot?
[ She's so stupid and innocent. ]