Shadowglass

The mezzanine, green neon smoke glowing. Needle freaks and sparkle sniffers sprawl on the rippled steel floor, lost in chemical contentment or rage. In the corner, a skinny girl sprawls on her back, crooning in pleasure as a pair of vampire boys feed, one at her naked breast, the other between her legs, her skirt scrunched high. Next to her, a drooling black spriggan crouches and slams his misshapen head into the wall, over and over, violet blood smearing.

People dance, drink, screw, pass out, and at the pitted steel railing, a razor-nerved fairy named Dennis (Westower) stretches tense dark arms in the urgent thud of bass.

The sultry air swims on his skin, delicious. The familiar smells wash over him, sweat and fresh lust and the rich iron honey of blood, creamy longing, dusty loneliness, the sharp salt of fury and bitter oblivion. His pale wings spread, twitched by his speeding pulse. What a beautiful night to be alive.

He stretches again, blood rippling warm and alive in his limbs, and leans over the rail to hunt.
Below, where dancers throng and strobe lights crack the air like glass, the yellow fairy girl flirts on a jealous demon lord’s lap, her gasps as he pleasures her inaudible from here but beautiful.
“Appolonnia.” The sibilant tingles Dennis’s tongue, pleasant. Her skin would do the same. The clumsy one, always falling over her own feet and biting her tongue on careless words. Andy’s girl, if you ask anyone but Andy. Poor frightened thing, always so serious. More charming when she’s drunk and carefree.

He’s watched her dance with her toxic friends, blush and fidget under Andy’s glance, pour pink poison down her throat to steel her nerves. He feels for her, this frightened girl. He knows what it’s like to dread the gaze of others, their accusations, their contempt. And now she’s squirming breathless on a demon’s lap with no thought or care. Beautiful, unfettered thing.

The demon lord tucks her hand in his elbow and walks her away, and Dennis giggles, imagining Indigo’s envy. He knows Indigo well, after so many years, and Andy’s too fucking stubborn and cowardly to admit he wants her. Dennis wouldn’t be so circumspect.

Courage, yellow girl. Stretch for the stars. That rusty blue thief isn’t worth your sweet pity, not yet. Once Dennis’s finished with him, he’ll be a new man and we’ll see who’s clumsy then.

But for now, Dennis’s itchy inside, that nasty squirming hunger that must be fed. Emptiness must be filled. Itches must be scratched. Another thing Andy doesn’t understand, and Andy’s so fucking itchy, his skin bleeds.

Dennis flutters down the metal steps, lighting on the floor eight feet below with a magnetic snap. A human girl stares, starved bruises ringing her glassy eyes. She stuffs a split hank of black hair in her mouth and chews. “How’d you do that?”

He catalogs her, eager but cautious. Thin, dusty black dress hanging from bony shoulders, cheeks hollow, lips cracked, wristbones prominent under stretched skin where fresh scars crisscross old. His pulse twinkles. Delicately, he inhales. Sickness, twisting like starved tissue. Hatred. Despair. No fear. His blood swells with that familiar desire, and he smiles at her and lets his glamour flicker to dazzle her with what he really looks like. “Easy. I can do magic.”

Pupils dilate in tired blue irises, and she licks dry lips, fixated. “Wish I could do magic. I’d magic myself right the fuck out of here.”

He drifts closer, the updraft heated by longing, and slides a hot knuckle under her chin. So tight and shiny, her skin, so vulnerable. “I’ll magic you away, if you like.”

Her eyes brighten, hope shining dully like reflected starlight. She doesn’t move, doesn’t shrink away. She knows. She wants this. “Yeah? Where to?”

“Wherever you imagine.” He sniffs her lips, the chlorine taste of starvation and vomit. Perfect.
She swallows. “Will it hurt?”

“Only if you want it to.” A lie. He’s in control. This will happen the way he wants it to. No, the way he needs it to. Wanting is insignificant. This is a compulsion. A gravity-scale inevitability.

He captures her hand and pulls her with him, and they weave between fights and sweating couples and giggling drug-sharing fae toward the alloy-barred fire exit.

Notes

I hope you enjoy this chapter, this chapter is kinda of an introduction to a new character who is about to throw a spanner in the works for the remainder if the story so....i hope it was okay?
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