Evil, is it catching? (NC-17 just a little)

[Rose and Alex]

Dusk had settled over the town, the noise and cheerful whoops and hollers still ringing out, even though she was a block away from Paradise street. The moment had been too good to pass up, he'd been standing there two doors down from the Brothel and looking as nervous as a chicken. When Velvet inquired why he was there, and found out he'd been traveling through and only meant to stop the night, that no he had no family left, well it was like christmas come early.

So Velvet had brought her toy to one of the older, more secluded parts of town. He was a young thing, pretty though, with light blond hair and brown eyes.

"Miss Velvet..." He started.

"Yes?" Velvet said turning to look at him. His breath caught, the little light had caught on her dress making it sparkle, her eyes were hidden and dark and her skin so paled it glowed in the moon light.

"You....your....beautiful." He breathed.

"Why thank you." She answered, lowering her lashes. She opened her eyes again and smiled at him. "It isn't much farther now, my secret place..." She said taking his hand, which was clamy to the touch. Velvet was glad she was still wearing her gloves.

They walked in silence until Velvet stopped them before an old building. It was abandoned and dark. She smiled at him.

"I'm not sure-" The boy began, but Velvet just stepped up and pressed her lips, very softly against his, and easily pulled him into the building.

She closed the door and shoved him, hard, he stumbled and fell on the ground.

"Miss Velvet!"

"Shut up love." She whispered, kneeling by him, and pulling him into a kiss full of tongue, he tasted like whiskey and dust. He moaned into her mouth, reaching up and putting his sweaty hands on her face. She pulled away quickly and slapped him. He rocked to his side and grabbed his cheek.

"Don't touch, filthy boy." Velvet hissed, then grabbing a bit of rope she'd left out for this very reason, she tied his hands together, then his feet.

"Wh-What are you doing Miss Velvet? This isn't what I" Velvet stopped lighting candles, and turned to look at him. "bought!" he finished weakly. He could see her eyes now, dark with flecks of gold and green and maddness just around the edge.

"Shut up." Velvet walked, her long black dress dragging the floor leaving a trail in the dust. She knelt by him and tipped the candle over his eye, he screamed and rolled away from it.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" He shouted trying to unwrestle himself from the ropes.

Giggling Velvet picked up the rag that had been covering a shiny black box, and using another one she found, gagged him.

"Why yes, I am a fucking whore!" And then she opened the box lovingly and pulled out a sharp looking knife. Turning back to him, she knelt next to him. Slowly pulling off her gloves. "You see, you were so pretty and foolish, well it's my duty." She smiled and with her now bare hand traced his cheek. She could smell the fear off him, her eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh yes, you and I will have much fun."

Picking up the knife she pressed it to his cheek and forced it down leaving a trail of blood and torn flesh in it's wake. Velvet thinks he might have tried to scream but the gag was done well, and not much more then faint muffled noises could be heard. She leaned forward and licked his cheek. "Pretty boy."

In the thirty minutes she had him naked, tied, bleeding and to his humiliation hard as a rock. In the thirty minutes after that she had blood on her pale skin, like flecks of rubies, and he was laying gurgling as the last bit of life fled him. "At least you died....well if not happy, at least not a virgin." She giggled, and petted his cheek, his head resting in her lap. He looked at her tears and snot as well as other fluids dripping on her bare legs. "You were very fun." She whispered, content to stay until his last breath left him.

[Miss Sparky]

((I'm going to go ahead and assume that Vanity and Velvet already know each other considering the location. It's probably somewheres that Vanity would find her, isn't it?))

She had been on the prowl herself that night. So many young things to prey upon and so many older wolves to chase. But, it was the young she had had a taste for that night. And it was the young she would have. However, it was also the young that she found her counterpart, the lovely miss Velvet had had an eye on as well. Velvet was the only woman with whom she held any kind of grudge, if only for the simple fact that this woman was her only bit of competition. And thus, she felt a seething sort of loathing beneath her skull as she watched the other woman lead another young morsel away.

No matter what Vanity did with her clientèle, they almost always came out in tact. She was merely insatiable in the physical lusts of life, whereas the lovely Miss Velvet had a deeper, more gruesome sort of lust. And still it drew the two of them together, no matter how much Vanity disliked her. It was this dislike that drew her into the room with Velvet, a pool of crimson displayed rather unflattering about the place, a sputtering young corpse curled in her lap. Vanity clucked her tongue, closing the door behind her.

"How very strange you are, Miss Velvet. So... destructive and..." She grimaced, searching for the words she wanted to describe the scene laid out before her. "Filthy. You could do better than this." She was critiquing the other woman's work, her hands on her hips, still shaking her head, ever so slightly, auburn locks hanging in thick curls about her porcelain shoulders. "Doing it... wrong would be an understatement to say the least, but I know you can do better..." She purred, watching the other woman for a reaction.

((So I'm distracted while trying to write this, but here's what you have to start with since I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to get her into that bloody room with Velvet. But, that's what you get... Enjoy!))

[Rose and Alex]

The last breath had slipped from Velvet’s toy only moments before Vanity stepped into the room. She wasn't surprised that the other woman found her. If any one could have, it would be her. Petting his cheek, a soft smile on her lips, Velvet didn’t look up or greet the other woman. She aloud herself one more minute of after glow and warmth, before turning her head up to look at her, not friend, but rather a soft of companion. Velvet was well aware of Vanity’s dislike for her, and it was a mutual feeling. She herself, thought Vanity’s way was too tricky and course and not nearly satisfying as feeling life flutter like a caged bird under her hands.

Slowly rolling the limp body off her lap she stood up. Walking over and picking up the towel she’d hidden some time earlier. Very carefully she wiped herself down. “I find, Miss Vanity, that you too are destructive, only in a less physically visible way. At least I put my pets out of their poor miserable lives after I’m done with them. You just let yours leave and wallow in misery.” She tossed the towel at the dead body, and began to dress. “As for filthy, I’m certain there is nothing cleaner then this. I don’t do anything…horrid like disembowel them, well at least not generally.” Velvet chuckled. She turned to the woman, “Lace me up would you?” She asked, her back to Vanity. ‘Doing it wrong’ she had said, truth be told Velvet did feel her work was getting a little sloppy. She turned back and looked at the man on the floor and the pool of blood frowning slightly.

“Maybe you are right. I suppose it isn’t up to my usual art.” Velvet sighed slightly, lifting her black hair up and off her neck so that Vanity could reach the back of her corset, and dress.


((Haha, your "YOUR DOING IT WRONG" made me laugh, also I figured that while Velvet and Vanity might not like each other, they're still sort of friends, which is why Velvet asks Vanity to help her dress.)

[Miss Sparky]

She pursed her lips, ever so slightly, at Velvet's words, though she could help the thrill that ran through as she considered the other woman's criticism of her own work. "I find there's nothing more satisfying than knowing someone cannot feel some sort of whole without you there, no matter how miserable and dejected you make them out to be." She remarked, watching Velvet clean herself up.

"And of course it isn't up to your usual, considering an art form that it is." She had to give the other woman that much credit. She was indeed very good at what she did. She reached for the laces along her corset, working on them as instructed. She eyed the body, momentarily, before considering her next question. "Shall we just leave him here in such an unsightly heap or ought we to at least dress him up, just a tad? Perhaps with his..." She glanced down at his still swollen member, smirking. "Achievements a little less obvious?" It was a suggestion and she was willing to help. Though she did not like Velvet, she was always willing to continue to spoil anyone's soul, alive or otherwise.

[Rose and Alex]

"I leave them feeling a hole with out me near...mainly because I make an actual hole...." Velvet said with a little, delighted laugh. "And when I'm done with them, generally I don't have to deal with them coming back and begging for more of my time. Although, I have noticed your way has earned you a pretty penny." It was true, Vanity was perhaps the richest of the Ladies in their business. Velvet would be coming in a close second.

"I didn't know Mrs. Evyln had given you the night off" She continued in a breathy tone as Vanity finished the laces.
"Hrm?" She turned back and looked at her handy work with Vanity. Placing her hands on her hips she sighed. It had felt wonderful in the moment, but looking at the mess before her, she couldn't help but admit that Vanity was right. It'd been like this lately, just sloppy and careless.

"Oh you know I'd love the help." Velvet answered. "We should make him respectable, and well honestly I don't think it will take that much time to clean up."

[Miss Sparky]

She smirked at the conversation. Oh, what a pair they were. One moment despising each other and the next complimenting each other. "And consider this," She said, quietly, leaning in close as she continued to finish off her laces, "If you don't kill them, they return and pay oh so much more for your failing attentions. It's addicting, how they so despise themselves and you for what you've done and yet they cannot say no." Her voice became just as breathy as Velvet's would in a moment, another thrill running through her as she recalled what she would of her trade.

She leaned away, tying off her laces and lowering her hands, letting them fall to her own corseted waist. "The Miss doesn't actually give nights off. I just... leave." She remarked, eying the young man. "What do you propose we do with him?" She questioned, allowing Velvet to take the lead, as it was her kill.

[Rose and Alex]

“But I don’t like it when they return. At least, not the ones I pick for this special indulgence.” Sighing she turned to look at the mess of a man. “Thank you” she murmured, referring to the lacing up bit.

“No I didn’t think she did, at least, I never have a night off.” She was staring at the body twisting her full lips up to the corner of her mouth. “You know, I think we’re the only two she lets just…wonder off….” Velvet said casually walking closer to the body.

The blood in a pool under his body looked black in this lighting. He had rope burns and many knife marks, some shallow some deep. His face however, save for the one long scratch, was unmarked. She’d nicked his neck after playing with him, carefully letting him bleed out onto the towel and floor.

“The blood won’t be that big of a problem. It’s moving him that’s going to be tricky.” Velvet smiled at Vanity. Next to the actual killing, the flirting with fate, of moving a body and the possibility (however small) of getting caught added another level of thrill. “I suppose we could just chop him up, but that’s time consuming and…a little messier then I want to be right now.”

Dropping to the floor with ease, just outside the pool of blood, she tapped the floor. “Well…” Frowning, Velvet looked at the other woman. “You, were quiet right, normally I have every bit of this planned out…I” Velvet closed her eyes. “Didn’t think this one through. I let my impulse get the better of me. I mean, I planed sort of, obviously with the towels and such but…” Another sigh, and then she opened her eyes. “Oh well. Alright, if you’d like to help we can easily drag him to the back; there should be an unused and old well behind this place. We’ll dump him in there.”

[Miss Sparky]

She sighed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "My dearest, darling Miss Velvet." She murmured, stepping around the pool of blood, eying the floor as well as unnecessarily stomping on it for a moment. "What has got you so mixed up that you can't even maintain your own plans? Come. Help me with this." She had picked up the knife Velvet had been using and knelt some feet from the young man's head.

"Pry up some of these floor boards." She said to her, sliding the knife beneath a nail and quickly prying it out of the wooden board and began working on several more. "We can just leave him here. You know no one is really ever in this place anyway." She remarked. "And then, we'll deal with the blood. How does that sound? And yes, he'll begin to rot after a while, but so close to the earth it should soak up most of his stench and it'll be a passing whiff, more than likely passed off by that stable." She said, gesturing off behind her.

[Rose and Alex]

Nodding her head Velvet did as instructed, trying to keep from frowning. It wasn't like her to not plan something out. She'd been off her game lately. "I was sloppy. I must be getting bored." She sighed, and then took another knife and helped pry up the floor boards. They worked in silence until it was done.

"Help me roll him in?" Velvet asked, one hand on the man's shoulder ready to push. "It's going to take a bit of work...there's these two support beams and he's starting to get stiff again." She stifled a laugh at the thought, grabbing up his clothes she tossed them in first. Velvet had already dug through his clothes and got his coin purse, which had been fat and heavy. He'd planned on having a good night at the cat house. "And see? I don't do too poorly money wise this way"

She just couldn't gather why some one with a brilliant mind like Vanity's, would waste time tearing the very minds from her victims, when she could have them screaming and *begging* for more and for less. Though, she supposed, in the end it was still all about power. A bit like preferring apples to oranges. Both were fruit, but not the same.

[Miss Sparky]

She smirked at the purse Velvet displayed. "Indeed, but if he has that much to waste on women like us, imagine how much more he could have given you if just to barely glimpse a bit of exposed flesh, let alone to touch it, to taste it." She remarked, amused by the stiff comment herself. They were prostitutes, so naturally, her mind wandered after Velvet's as she helped push the body into the hole.

Once he was snugly beneath the floorboards, she reached for the few planks they pulled up and set them gently back into place, making sure the nails were set back into the holes they had been pried from, straightening whichever nails she had bent. Once everything was set, she stood and began stomping on the nails. "Help me pound these back in, darling." She said to the other, considering what to do about the blood.

[Rose and Alex]

It was easy enough to get him tucked neatly away. It only took a few more minutes until all the floor bored were covered and the room looked almost the same.

"I suppose the dust is a dead give away that some one's been here." She sighed, and lifted her skirt up so it'd stop dragging quiet so much. "I'll leave the bottle of gin he had and find a pack of cards. If some one *does* come in here, they'll see that and assume some boys were here. Because...boys will be boys."

Satisfied with this theory she turned back to Vanity. "So you are telling me, that you honestly would prefer to flay their minds, rather then let your skin drip in rubies?" She asked, still trying to figure the other woman out. They weren't the type of friends who 'giggled' together like some of the other Whores. These two, what made them so good, was that they were so very calm, and let the flies com to them. Ahem, well most of the time.

[Miss Sparky]

She considered the other woman's words, frowning slightly. "I gave up rubies long ago, my dear. I find it much easier to lay havoc on their minds." She replied, rather quietly, bunching her own skirts so to help keep too much more dust from being unsettled. She turned her attention to the thickened pool of blood, tilting her head to one side. "We might as well leave some of it because, if boys will be boys, they'll draw their own blood."

[Rose and Alex]

Shrugging Velvet looked around. There was a large pool of blood that needed to be mopped up. Other then that, it looked fairly well and normal.

"I didn't ask, what brought you out here tonight. Normally you'd be finding your own..." She dropped the towel she'd used on herself earlier and clean up half the blood. Then she proceeded to tear the towel into strips. When she was done, she stuffed them behind a box. Finished Velvet headed for the door.

"Thank you for your help Ms. Vanity." Offering the other woman her strange little smile. She meant it genuinely too, if Vanity hadn't come along, it would have been much harder to clean up after herself. Oh no doubt she would have done it, but help was nice.