He Hit A Nerve But She Also Plays Dirty 😭 - Blog Posts
She does not take his threats lightly, browns flickering with something lethal as he dares challenge her empire. The one she had built from the ground up after her makers had been destroyed. The nighttime in Mexico City belonged to her. The humans didn’t know the beings that lurked in their shadows, but some suspected enough to cling to their superstitions, their God in the sky. That crosses on doorways would keep her out. On this side of the Americas it seemed immortals held little of that same power, that they did not strike fear in humans hearts in quite the same way. In fact, it seemed Jasper was almost play pretending with them and his new pathetic little coven. Domesticated. A far cry from the primordial beasts they could be.
Yet she sees it there, the feral animal rattling at his cage. A smug satisfaction crosses her features. A wicked grin to match the mania in her eyes. “There he is.” She sings after he has released her hand, still feeling the pleasurable sting of his grip. His threats dull in comparison to the dark joy at bringing out his fury. An anger once so useful, so efficient, so malleable in her hands. So far from the image she was sure he sold his little pixie and the priest who’d taken him in. “Do you ever show this side of yourself to them?” Head tilts to the side as she peers up at him with a smirk. “What would your pequeña novia say to all that violence in your heart?” Sharp claws grip at the fabric around his chest, digging into the flesh covering his heart. Just enough to draw a little blood. Her own fury bubbling up at him daring to defy her - his creator, his GOD - and threaten the kingdom she had built. Where she had once made him a prince amongst mortals. A reminder of how easily she could take the gift she’d given him away had she wanted. Her voice takes on an almost girl-like tone as she pouts and mimics his wife. The one she’d seen flitting and fussing about as she’d tracked the strange coven. “No, Jasper! This isn’t you!” A dark giggle, the viper leaning closer, venom returning to her tone. “But it is, isn’t it? This is who you’ve always been. You kill me, it won’t take away from the fact you’ll always need more. You need something to satisfy that vacío inside.”
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Maria’s lust for power was not something Jasper shared, and that was the fundamental difference between them that his sire had never quite managed to grasp. The empath longed for a quieter lifestyle than one of perpetual battlefields and volatile armies of newborns could ever provide. But that sort of existence would never be enough for Maria. His sire was far too twisted by her own greed to understand his reasons for walking away, and the former soldier wasn’t particularly inclined to explain them to her anyway.
“Don’t,” Jasper spat as she came closer. “Don’t pretend you care. We both know all I ever was was a means to an end for you, querida,” the blonde reminded her, blue eyes narrowing dangerously at the smell of blood on her breath. He knew what she was trying to do, and instead of intoxicated at her attentions the way he once would have been…it only served to infuriate him.
Rising to his full height, he lashed out as quick as a snake and caught her hand before her nails could finish grazing his skin. “You’re welcome to try IF you think you can take me, Maria. But I am not your plaything anymore. Whatever I once felt for you will not stay my hand if you so much as think of making a move on me or mine,” he warned her, face curled into a dangerous snarl.
“Try me again and I’ll come home alright, darlin’. To tear your little kingdom and everything you’ve ever built within it to the ground,” Jasper growled as he released her hand.
