It's a Cold Night

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Melony had decided against going home right after school ended in favor of going to one of the many empty classrooms to do her homework, maybe listen to some music on her phone, and just, in general, pretend to be anywhere else but here. Her parents had been fighting lately and Melony wondered if they would stay together. It was something she didn't want to be left thinking about. She got out her phone, plugged in her headphones and blasted some music as she went through math problems.

It took her an hour to get through her algebra homework and onto her history assignment. By then, things outside were darkening considerably, but Melony didn't care. The dark had never scared her, in fact, she quite liked the night. She was a creature of the nighttime, after all, so why shouldn't she enjoy the darkness? Her parents had always taught her that Ravenmockers were something to be intensely feared. Very fear creatures of the night held a candle to the damage a Ravenmocker could inflict. She'd taken those lessons to heart.

By this point, the girl's brain was near mush. School all day, not school at night, too? She couldn't comprehend doing anything else with this assignment, but she didn't want to make the trek back home, either. Her friends had left for the day and there was no one to interact with on her way back, but if she didn't get home soon, she'd get a call and a firm talking to because she was late for dinner.

The Ravenmocker sighed and gathered her things to place in her backpack, still listening to her music on shuffle and now humming to her playlist as she swayed her hips a hint and suppressed the urge to go full out and start singing.

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[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan didn't go home as early as he used to, and he hadn't been receiving any complaints for it. They didn't miss him, and there wasn't any suspicion towards his activities, in whatever indulgent flavor they took. In fact, his lack of a moping demeanor meant he received less glances, and the other day, his mother had even praised him. This was, undeniably, a better situation for everyone.

So, he continued giving in to his desires without a care in the world. It was fantastically freeing. He felt like he was walking on air, when he simply loosened up a little bit. A miracle fix. It was true, certainly, that the people he involved himself with in this manner had gotten the short end of the stick, but he liked to consider it a worthy sacrifice, for a better functioning Logan. He was a good person, and brighter now. That, in turn, showed in his music, volunteering, and schoolwork. How could he see that as a negative thing? Everyone needed their stress relief.

He felt like some relief, and hummed, quite smiley and chipper, as he walked the Academy halls, peering in the windows and doors of classrooms for anyone else that might be out late. There was always someone, and when luck was kind to him, they were beautiful. He, like his father, only truly cared for the pretty ones.

Logan didn't mind the dark either. He had more than enough light in his veins to shine through and be untouched by it, no matter how much it tried to infect him, aura and looks untouchable.

When passing an empty classroom, he saw a flash of pretty hair, and took a few steps back, interest sparked. A little girl, with signs of more adult features settling in-- those of someone aware of it, as that was highlighted. How old? Fourteen? Couldn't be younger than twelve, at least. She was alone, and that was what truly mattered to Logan.

He lingered at the door, expression soft. He saw that she had headphones on, and simply waved at first, hoping she'd take them off when seeing him. "Um! Hello there," he greeted, tone suitably gentle. "I was heading home, but I… saw someone was still here. Studying late? I had music club projects." He tapped his cheek, smile sheepish. "Everyone else went home, kind of left me alone. You too, maybe? Would you… want to walk to the gates, with me? The school staff always says we should try to stay in pairs, with such a big campus, for safety. I'm Logan, by the way. What's your name?" He paused and laughed quietly. "Sorry, if I'm rambling here. I'm sleepy."[/tom]
 

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When Melony saw a boy at the door, she turned her music off and popped one of her headphones out, somewhat on guard. It wasn't that Melony thought he looked like a bad person, but there was always something about being around older students. She had seen him before, with Clarence and Dorian. He was one of the popular kids in High School.

Mel finished gathering up her things as he spoke, glancing over her shoulder every once in awhile to watch him. When she'd put everything away, including her headphones and phone, she flung her backpack over one shoulder and smiled softly at him.

"Yeah, I was doing some homework before I went home. And, I know who you are. Logan Delacroix." Her smile faltered a hint as a touch of red crept along her cheeks. "I've seen you play the piano. You're very good." By this point, Mel was standing beside Logan, and her smile turned more radiant as she looked up at him. "I'm Melony Kalven, and I'd love to walk to the gates with you."

Melony tried to recall what she knew of Logan Delacroix, but really all she remembered was that he was seventeen, a terrific pianist, and very cute. Mel was hyper aware of where he was in position to her. Maybe some of her classmates would think she walked with attractive older guys all the time, but that was false. Mel rarely spent time with people at all outside of school.

When they began to walk, Melony stuck close to him, but not close enough to touch, only to feel body heat and to remind herself that this was, in fact, happening for real. He was sweet, but then she'd heard that about Logan. He always seemed friendly when she saw him, anyways. It didn't take long for Mel to feel infatuated, making little metaphorical hearts in her head around Logan's name.
 

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[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan didn't blink, nor did his smile waver, through it certainly grew less sheepish. A little more confident, instead. He was familiar with this behavior, and knew he had her. Eating out of his hand. Little girls with crushes let pretty, pretty boys get away with far too much. Poor things. He rubbed the back of his neck, playing up the flustered angle. "Thank you. Piano is my life." He eyed that lovely, welcoming expression on her face, and resisted the urge to cup her cheek and get a better look. Instead, he nodded. "It's nice to meet you. Shall we?"

He escorted her out, walking through mostly empty halls together. Close, not too close, not yet, as much as he craved it. He had to wait, just a little longer. "How old are you, Melony? I'm glad we ran into each other. There are a lot of girls disappearing lately. Young, cute ones-- like you. It's really awful." He gave a shudder, then blinked and glanced at her a bit frantically, backtracking. "Oh! I don't mean to scare you…" A sigh. He rubbed his eyes. "I'm concerned about my sisters, that's all. I have two of them, and I've been telling them to go home earlier lately, otherwise I'd worry myself to death. You too, be careful." Really, he couldn't care less if his sisters got themselves murdered. He knew they'd feel the same towards him, after all.

When they got outside, closer to the gates, Logan came to a stop. He stared at Melony, before slowly, reaching out to touch her hand. For a moment, it'd seem like some kind of romantic gesture, straight out of a chance meeting scene in a work of fiction. After that, he imagined she wouldn't even understand what was happening, not at first. He sedated her with his magic enough for her body to start feeling sleepy, limp, and relaxed. It'd be a comfortable haze.

He slipped an arm around her to hold the girl up. From a distance, if anyone saw, this wouldn't look like a forced situation. Helping someone tired walk to their destination. By the time the urge to kick and scream sank in, they'd be too far from the school for it to be noticed, and he could push enough magic into her system to take away the ability for that entirely.

So, Logan took Melony Kalven to the forest. He found an empty alcove, and laid her down on a nice patch of grass and flowers. "It's okay, it's okay," he said, voice hushed, barely audible, the most gentle it could get. His aura likely wouldn't melt quite yet. First, it'd be confusion and denial, he bet. He reached out to examine and touch her face curiously. He gave her nose a kiss. How cute. "You should know better, dear," he scolded, lightly, playfully. He sniffed at the air. "What are you? Species, that is." He wasn't familiar with this scent, and wanted to know what he'd be tasting.[/tom]
 

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Yes, yes, of course, Melony was all too happy to walk alongside him. Have Logan escort her to the gate. Walking a little slower, hoping to prolong their exposure to one and other. She was already thinking up ways to suggest they spend a bit more time together by the time she and Logan had reached the outside. Imagine if she were to have Logan Delacroix as a boyfriend. How awesome would that be?

"I'm thirteen, oh, but I'm turning fourteen soon." Melony silenced when he brought up his sisters who weren't much older than her. That was like a bucket of ice water over her head. What chance did she have with him if she reminded him of his younger sister? "Oh... Yeah, that would be terrible."

She was searching for something more to say, to distance herself from a kid's role in his life when she felt his hand slid into hers. Mel's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed, warm and inviting. She bit her lower lip, leaning into him. She felt lightheaded and wondered if such a thing was normal.

At first, it didn't bother her, especially not when she was leaning against his warm body. When she noticed he was, in fact, not bringing her out the gate and to safety, but rather the forest, the girl started fighting him, making meek sounds of protest.

She was so confused. It only barely registered to her what a strange thing it was that Logan set her in an alcove. But his voice was so soft, coaxing, and the kiss he planted on her nose had her stomach doing flips. She stared at him with dulled eyes, confusion in the frown she wore.

"W-What?" she asked tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I... Ravenmocker. What are you doing? L-Logan?" she was pitiful, a plea. As though he weren't the predator, and instead was someone about to save her from such a cruel fate.
 

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[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Oh, goodness, Logan almost felt sorry for this. Such a pretty young lady, it would've been enjoyable to tease her in different ways, but he adored seeing pretty people with tears in their eyes most of all. His gaze was one of captivated fascination, and despite the chill of the late night air, his skin felt warm to the touch. He hummed, smiling, and leaned in to graze his teeth over and nibble at Melony's ear, tasting. "Ravenmocker," he said, faintly. "I've heard a little about those. Never had one. This should be interesting." A chuckle followed. "Our species are very opposite to each other, though, huh? Ironic, too, that the current positions are as they are. You'd expect it to be me lying there, instead."

"Ravenmocker," he repeated, nodding to himself. "This will be a perfect case of irony, then, dear Ravenmocker." He traced a finger over where her heart would be, hunger flashing in his expression briefly, before it settled back into angelic. He framed his face with his hands and displayed it for her, going through different emotions like they were nothing, showing off how easy he found acting to be. "There are a lot of girls disappearing lately. Girls like you. Remember?"

Logan cupped her face and gave her a real kiss, slow and deep, laced with enough sedative magic to leave her unable to raise her voice to scream-- far more than simply a comfortable haze now. He broke it, once he was satisfied with that, though kept close, lips still brushing against hers. "Pretty boys like me are only interested in eating cute little girls alive, Melony."

He leaned back, and held one hand behind his own head, making bunny ears and wiggling them. "Have you heard of the Bunny Butcher? I'm sorry I didn't dress up today. You were an impulse catch. I just couldn't resist. I'll treat you with special care, to make up for that."[/tom]
 

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Melony didn't want to believe this situation was real, but when Logan leaned over her and bit her ear, there was no denying something immoral was about to happen.

Mel fought to move, panic in her eyes as she realized the severity of her situation. "I wasn't going to hunt you," she said defensively as if that might make him let her go. He couldn't... he wouldn't kill her so near the school, would he? Why? What had she done to him?

More tears, then, at all the practiced emotion on his face. Melony still didn't want to believe her fate was sealed. If she pleaded enough, cried enough, looked pitiful enough, would he let her go? Could he still be so heartless?

"Y-You don't have to do this! If you let me go, I won't even tell anyone."

Before she could say more, Melony's face was caressed, and her lips were against Logan's. Any other time, she might have enjoyed it, but now she fought to push him away, until her limbs were too heavy to move and she lied limp on the ground, sobbing quietly.

Mel couldn't scream. So badly, she wanted to kick him or scratch at his face, to run until her lungs burned with the effort. But she couldn't do any of those things. She was lying there, helpless and powerless against his will.

All those hard facts settled in her bones and her sobs deepened. "L-Logan. Logan, please," Melony whispered, voice cracking, "you don't have to do this. You don-don't have to hurt me. I'll do anything... please."
 

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[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan was still while taking in Melony's struggling, savoring it. He had to take advantage of everything he could. His hobbies were sick and unacceptable, and each time he fucked around, he risked his entire life. But it was becoming difficult to function without this simple, beautiful option for escape. Necessary evil might end up as his self given nickname.

He sat down and pulled Melony into his lap, sighing and petting her. "I don't have to do anything, no, but I want to. Lord, do I ever want it. Now, sweetheart, do you know how many people have said those words to me? It hasn't convinced me once yet, but I haven't asked what it meant, either. You'll do anything? What can a little girl like you truly offer that's equal in value to a life and lovely meal? I'm open to your attempts at saving yourself-- they're funny!"

The unicorn hummed to himself and braided Melony's hair, hoping she was squirming inside. "It's so cute when they have crushes. You're adorable and naive. Ravenmocker sounds intimidating, but you're just soft. Dreamy. Dating a unicorn boy would probably make you feel like a princess. But you'll be meat, instead. I'm sorry, but if it's of any consolation, I did fall in love. I want to have you."

Logan tugged her skirt up a bit, numbed her thigh extra to make sure she wouldn't pass out, and slowly cut off a small piece of her thigh. He held it to show her what he was doing, and popped the flesh in his mouth, eating it raw. It took a special taste to enjoy this raw, but he had that special taste, genetics an unpleasant, corrupted trainwreck.[/tom]
 
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