Bellamy Holmes
This is going to be a shit show.
I flicked my cigarette to the ground, shoved my hands in my pants pockets, and stepped on the bud to mush into the ground.
Looking up at the swollen moon hovering over the dark forest, this felt like something out of a fairytale.
This is just the part where we’re getting the villain’s lore and the backstory on why he became the evil character.
The misty fog settled between the tall trees, and there was the stench of piss and blood everywhere.
The quiet single back road that curved and swerved was lined with cars and trucks as more people began showing up.
“Rodney!? Hurry up and grab the meat!” A woman shouted with a heavy southern accent.
I leaned against my car and watched as a mother carried grocery bags while two little boys ran circles around her.
The grown men were still digging in the back of their SUV grabbing more bags while I watched others from across the way bring lawn chairs and make their way towards the foggy covered woods.
“Mello?!” Another shouted as he stepped onto the grass with tight ripped jeans that showed his twig for legs, matted afro and a two small black t-shirt with clunky Nike sneakers. “Mello?! Fuck going onnn twin?! Haaaaaaaaaaannnn!?”
He showed off his grill with his pointer finger pulling at the side of his mouth while his eyes flickered a bright golden haze when he looked my way.
“Ghetto,” I muttered Lighting another cigarette, I stared out with smug expression.
Watching the rest of the Jimmy Crack Corn family when walk one walked close to me, eyes never leaving mine before unzipping his pants to let out a stream of urine.
I stared at him as he continued to spray the grass with his scent before dramatically zipping his jeans back up.
He leaned to the side to let out a glob of spit and turned to walk off.
“Ohhh noo,” I let out with a wave of my hand before muttering to myself. “You sure showed me…. fucking mutt.”
“Anything to get a reaction out of us…”
I felt the familiar chill when the voice came up behind me. Smirking, I let myself visibly relax with my shoulders slumping further into my stance. I blew out a cloud of smoke to the side before greeting my cousin.
“Draco…It’s been too long.” Draco Holmes walked around with his hair hanging freely in natural curls against the side of his face.
The white strip of hair always gave him the look of maturity until the fool opened his mouth.
He wore all black, same as I but what caught me off guard was the wolf he attached himself to.
Namir’s sister came walking up slowly with a swollen stomach wearing a bright red maternity top that allowed for her brown belly to poke through the split fabric.
Her short curly hair was tapered, smile always bright but her eyes were the same as the rest of them.
Sharp, keen, and forever a threat that sits on the back of my mind.
“How have you been cousin?” Draco asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
His woman gently touched his shoulder before heading on with the rest as a few kids ran up to her to touch her stomach.
Draco looked a little more mature than before.
The faded beard, the weight filling his face, rounding his jawline, and content in his eyes.
He always looked comfortable with life when it came to her.
I didn’t understand it before, but ever since I met Birdie, it makes sense to me now.
“Where have you been hiding this entire time while your dear cousin has been missing, and accused of kidnapping?” I asked. Taking another pull on my cigarette, I blew the smoke to the side but kept my eyes on him.
“I’ve been denning with my wife mostly.” He said as he glanced at the ground. “She turned up pregnant shortly after everything happened. I’ve been living off of privately sourced food for a while since…”
“You don’t feed on her anymore,” I said, stunned. Draco shook his head with a proud smile of his own. I assumed it would be weird feeding off of her while she’s carrying your child. “Boy or girl?”
“A girl.”
“No wonder you’ve aged since the last time we saw one another…Come to me. My supply is much richer than whatever you’re drinking and helps with aging.”
“Yoooo hoooo?”
I turned around completely and smiled. Lovely Holmes stood just on the other side of my car with a gust of black smoke dissipating around her.
She brushed off her short corset dress, wearing overly thick platform sandals.
Her translucent wings fluttered for a moment before disappearing as she looked up with a bright smile.
Her long braids were in the shape of cork screws hanging down like an old phone cord, and her make-up was as dramatic as ever.
The over-the-top lashes that looked like wings, the shiny lips and corset sucked her waist into an impossible size that made her look like ribs were nonexistent.
Knowing her, she probably broke them for this exact outfit.
“Oh my God, why does it smell like pee?!” She squealed as she looked around with her nostrils pinched.
“Cousin Lovely,” I said as she tipped her way towards me with her light feet and hugged me. She smelled like sweet honey and fresh blood. Pressing my nose against her neck, I playfully bit at her before she pulled back with a laugh. “Where have you been, Love?”
“Ooohhh I’ve been around,” she sighed with a pout.
“I took a break from my page, putting out content became draining and dangerous…I’ve been doing a lot of traveling and soul searching…
You know…” She wiggled her fingers. “Finding myself or whatever. Honestly, I forgot this place even existed. I have a lover in Senegal that I’ve been laying with.
The faes out there are…to die for,” she said with a kiss.
“Karl and Bilal send their love, but you know how they are. In the shadows and out of the way.”
“Uh huh…” Draco let out. “You look…good, Lovely.”
“Thank you, babe,” she grinned. “I heard we’re being hunted down…Bellamy, how have you managed? Where is my dear cousin, Maggie?”
Draco turned to look at me as I shook my head. It must be nice to just disappear from life without worrying about the troubles of what it brings.
“This is essentially her wedding night, yes? She’s marrying the wolf king!
When I saw your invitation, I couldn’t believe it!
” She gasped before grabbing my arm as she leaned in.
“Of course, I knew it would happen. I’ve seen the way he looks at her, you know.
Where is she? I want to make sure she looks amazing. ”
“You know she’s missing, Lovely. That much I’m sure you know.”
“Yes but… I figured she would be here for her own wedding,” she pouted with a poke of her lips. The sulky expression suddenly brightened before she turned around. “Oh! Milly should be here soon!”
“Milly?” I asked, stunned though I shouldn’t have been surprised. “Carmilla is alive and well?”
“Yes, silly…Wesley too…They managed…though it took some time…She’s still recovering from the death of you know who,” she whispered.
Just as soon as she said it, the sound of smoke blew into the air like a bang as Carmilla Holmes appeared.
It wasn’t just her and the usual slender sleek form.
A tall man with white locs stood behind her, stoic in expression as he looked around.
Just from the way his eyes moved, I could tell he was fresh from living.
Carmilla turned to look at him, softening her gaze as her entire demeanor changed.
This man…I will never forget how he looked at my sister and attempted to go after her in the church that day.
“Dorian Holmes, one of Aunt Willa’s half-baked creations,” Lovely muttered before rolling her eyes. “Also known as Carmilla’s lover…”
“Oh?” I said, flicking the cigarette to the ground as I immediately walked over. “He has our last name as more of a brand? I still smell the low-life human on his breath.”
“Bellamy, nice to see you too,” Milly said with a protective hand on his chest. “Dorian this is Bellamy…You two haven’t met–––”
“Is my sister still of interest to you?” I questioned with a tilt of my head to the side. Dorian’s stoned expression broke with a sneering smirk as a peek of his fangs appeared.
“I only have eyes for my Carmilla,” he said, voice deep and husky.
“Not everything is about that bitch,” Milly spat.
“Dorian Holmes…Where is his collar? Is he fixed? Does he still taste human to you?” I asked. Carmilla glared at me.
“Do not start, Bellamy. You sent the invitation to Lovely, and she made sure we–––”
The sound of howling suddenly broke out. We all turned our attention towards the forest with the fog settling on the ground. Seth said he would come and get me when it was time but for now, it was just the packs gathering and getting settled.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Carmilla muttered. “How do we know we’re not walking into our own trap? I want nothing to do with First Family drama–––”
“You know Marvin is arrested and you all still remained in hiding?”
“As did you,” Milly accused. “I don’t care what happens to him. He’s your grandfather, not mine.”
“Can we not do this?” Lovely pleaded. “We’re here to celebrate Maggie marrying the wolf king.”
“Stop calling him that,” Draco snapped with a show of his fangs. Lovely raised her hands in surrender.
“Why are you so defensive–––”
“Because it sounds ignorant…more than usual from you, Lovely.” Draco fussed.
“You’re the expert in all things wolf, you should know. You only been fucking behind the four legs since the beginning. Watch how you speak to my cousin,” I threatened.
“Bellamy it’s fine…He’s possessive of his wolfy friends,” Lovely said as she leaned against me. Her arm linked into mine, but her attention was only on Draco. “I mean no harm, Draco.”
“Where is Wesley?” I asked.