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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.”
@prairieghcsts
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.
Brows furrow at his obvious attempt at deflection, a sort of feigned concern - though she is concerned at the way he had shut her out. It had left a sting that the Mexican queen didn't want to admit felt a little bit too much like rejection. Something she wasn't all too familiar with. He had been her faithful servant, yes, but he had also been something else none of his successors had managed to live up to. The power they shared together unrivalled, how did he not still crave it? She was there to make sure he remembered what he was missing.
As she closes in, Maria reaches a slender hand toward his, inspecting the vice between his fingers as she pulls it closer. "Married life stressing you out?" Lifting his hand closer, she places her own crimson lips around the cigarette, exhaling the smoke toward her escaped soldiers handsome face. Her latest kill is sure to still linger on her breath. They had always loved to share a kill.
A sharp nail traces his defined jaw. If she dug hard enough she was sure she'd find all the marks she'd left on him there just under the surface. That he wouldn't forget who he belonged to. "You know I should really kill you for betraying me like you did." A playful smirk as her finger lures him closer. She won't, of course. Not yet. Not there, she wasn't foolish enough to try and take Jasper Whitlock in combat alone. "But I'm going to give you a second chance to come home."
@prairieghcsts
The major merely arched an unimpressed brow in her direction as she spoke. Though he was mentally reeling at the sight of his sire in Denali, Jasper wasn’t about to give her the sort of reception she was doubtlessly looking for. He was no longer her loyal attack dog, following at her heels and bending to her every whim. He didn’t have to answer her unless he chose to. And yet, he couldn’t resist. Even knowing Alice was in the house some distance away, Maria was still as magnetic as ever.
“Bit far from Mexico, aren’t you, cariño?” He finally asked without giving her other questions any response, the endearment sounding almost sarcastic on his tongue as he idly flicked ash off the end of the cigarette that had brought him out in the snow to begin with.
ANSWERED ASK - MARIA
@devilsanddarlings asked "didn't think I'd see you again" (from jasper) (x)
Crimson lips curl in an almost devilish smirk knowing she had the element of surprise on her side. It always caught another off guard. And there was no one whose guard she wanted down more than Jasper Whitlock - not only so she could sink her tendrils under his skin as she so enjoyed, but because she'd seen what fearsome opposition he could become when challenged. "But you hoped you would si, mi amor?" Her sparkling browns, almost catlike, narrow as she slinks closer like a predator closing in on their prey. Such had always been their game "Haven't you missed me?"