Glitter and Gleam, my Dear (MATURE-R)

[asareel]

Asareel was bored.

He shifted on his seat-the best seat in the house, of course-and lazily eyed the teeming crowds around him. It had been, for him, a slow night and he was dangerously on edge. There just wasn't anything going on, and when there wasn't anything going on, he felt the restless need to start something.

A pouting girl caught his eye, but she was with someone, and though he could (did and usually enjoyed) wooing people away from their dates, something about her just didn't suit his taste. So he sighed and moved on, his eyes skittering over several likely targets. He wasn't hungry; he'd taken care of that earlier.

Now he just wanted to play.

A sweet young boy caught his attention next and he spent several moments watching him. Ah, mortal love. The boy was obviously infatuated with the girl he was dancing attendence on. Such a delicate flower. So easily crushed...he toyed with the idea of seducing them both, but once again, something just didn't feel right. Boredom, he supposed. It was hell...

Besides, that would be too easy, really. He wanted a challenge. Or, if not a challenge, than at least someone who would be fun to twist. He rose, stretching to his full height, and delicately ran his tongue over his lips. Stalking across the floor, he brushed aside the eager looks and ordered a scotch from the bar, then turned and once again studied the crowd.

There must be something here worth playing with, he thought in disgust. Otherwise, I'm going to be rather angry. A whole night wasted...

Sipping his drink, he once again began to search the crowds, seeking...

[ceudes]

Colette slipped into the pub for no particular reason other than curiosity. Her second target of the evening had met up with a group of friends just outside, and Colette was not in the mood to kill all of them. That would be a fairly swift process, and she was really after something more gratifying this evening. But so long as she was already here, she figured she might as well pop in and look around. Afterall, sometimes the best cuisine was served in the most unexpected holes in the wall.

Her silver-blue eyes gave the crowd a once over as she tried to discern what sort of people gathered here. A man passed close to her on her left, and Colette easily snatched his wallet and flipped through the contents. It was a very nondescript middle-class sort of affair... not much help. Colette tapped the man on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, you dropped this," she said casually.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he dug around in his pockets. "So I did! Thank you."

"Not at all," she replied, baldly scrutinizing him for a moment. He was well-shaped, with strong broad features and a lovely pair of rounded lips. Too trusting, though; too nice. Perhaps she could catch up with him some other night. He was staring at her with an intensity that should have been a little embarrassing for him, although Colette doubted he realized he was doing it. There was something magnetic about vampires for human beings-- she could remember what it felt like the first time she'd seen Thomas... beautiful and horrific all at once. She was certain he'd seen her fangs, but with his logical modern mind he was too entranced and too unwilling to believe what he saw. Colette flaunted it, leaning in very close and giving him a slow, predatory smile. "You ought to be more careful," she said impersonally, then left him there, watching her go. She stole the wallet again as she passed.

Colette supposed that if she was going to hang around awhile the appropriate thing to do would be to buy a drink. Alcohol definitely didn't have the same sort of appeal it had when she was alive, but the nostalgia alone had to be worth something.

She flipped open the wallet she'd stolen. William Johnson. Well, I guess I'll let him be a gentleman and buy me a drink, Colette thought as she removed a few bills. And with that, she headed to the bar.

[asareel]

Asareel felt the brush and raised his eyebrows; somewhere in the crowd was another of his kind. He toyed with the idea of killing them; this was his hunting ground and he didn't like to share. Still and all...perhaps this could be the game he was looking for.

She wasn't that hard to spot. Looking her over, Asareel raised his eyebrow. Not bad at all...interesting. He quirked his lips, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the prospects. She seemed bored and restless...he flicked his tongue over his lips and turned suddenly, grabbing random mortal boy from the crowd. Just his type; slender, girlishly pretty, and timid. He pulled the boy onto the dance floor, making sure he had a clear view of the other vampire. The boy was hesitant, but willing, and Asareel had him moaning and writhing against him in short order-he had to hand it to the mortals; dancing in this day and age had degenerated into sex on the dance floor. Delicious, really. He spun the man around, molding himself to his back, and began to really work him. They'd gained the attention of most of the bar, but Asareel kept his eyes fixed on the female vampire. When he thought he had her attention, he bared his fangs, giving her a wicked grin, and gently sank them into the boy's neck, letting his sweet salty blood explode into his mouth.

Feeding on the dance floor, in front of a crowd of aroused, oblivious mortals...he laughed inside. He loved this day and age...so easy to fool, so willing to be led. So ready to be plucked, these so called 'modern' toys. The boy was moaning, his body jerking in a combination of pain and pleasure. Asareel allowed him to bleed a little more, then released his fangs and pressed his tongue to the marks, unwilling to end the game so soon. He was feeling playfully vicious tonight. By the time he ended this mortal boy's life, he'd be completely dirty and utterly shameless. And Asareel would be enjoying every moment of it.

Unless he got bored, of course. Or was distracted...

[ceudes]

Colette was entranced.

She tried hard not to look it, but it was almost inevitable. She didn't recognize the vampire, of that much she was absolutely certain... he couldn't have been that much older than she was-- a century, maybe two? And yet she felt that she'd never seen anything like him.

It was utterly absurd.

Colette wasn't delighted, or amused, or even tickled. No, it was far beyond the charming irony of day-to-day life. For the first time in over a hundred years she felt... Well, she felt a little shocked.

It was so flagrant, so unapologetic, so ingeniusly executed that Colette couldn't help but feel frustrated that she'd never thought of it herself. Her heart was pumping with such a strange mixture of revulsion and admiration that it was almost like setting eyes on a vampire for the first time. Imagine-- seducing this human boy in the throbbing commotion of his own habitat so that he didn't just accept his death... he begged for it.

It felt sort of indecent to look at, actually. Colette had always believed in the sanctity of the kill, no matter how she filthy she had to be to get there. This was twisted. This was something else all together. She was like a moth drawn to the flame.

Colette scowled, but couldn't take her eyes off the vampire as she approached him slowly. She joined them like a mortal would, moving and swaying in time to the music. She thought of her days in the cabaret, and nearly laughed aloud. Were she to do here the things that had made her infamous in 1897, she would probably be the most chaste person in the room. Instead, she relished in the freedom and the desperation of modern dance. The boy seemed to acknowledge her presence, although he was reeling from the ecstasy of the vampire's kiss. Colette smiled at him and ran one of her hands up his chest, then locked eyes with the vampire behind him.

Her eyes were narrowed in a way that was almost aggressive; in a way that said she didn't not believe for a second that what he was doing was as blissful as he made it seem. And, furthermore, that she was perfectly unafraid of infringing on his territory. Then, she sunk her teeth into the other side of the boy's neck.

And it... was... exquisite.



((OOC: Agh! Sorry for the weird/crappy/needlessly-lengthy post; I was having the hardest time of thinking of a good response that would be in character. Damn writer's block...! DX Haha.)

[asareel]

Asareel was delighted.

She'd taken the bait, as he'd hoped she would, and how she'd approached him...delicious, absolutely delicious. It was so rare to find a fellow vampire these days who was willing to be powerful. So many were creeping weak-hearted almost vegetarians who preyed not on humans but on base animals...the thought disgusted him.

He shifted, dragging his hand through the mortal boy's hair and pulling his head to the side so the girl could have full access to his sweet blood. The boy started to whimper, the pain and legthargy mixing with the pleasure like the best kind of drugs. So beautiful. He smiled, a vicious, glittering imitation, and released his head. "Enough." he spoke the word softly, but there was an arrogant command in it, an unspoken belief that he would be obeyed. "Don't finish it yet; there's so much more fun to be had."

He shifted his hands, sliding them down the now-moaning boy's sides. "Such a pretty predator. So unflinching, so direct...haven't you learned how to play with your food yet?" he asked, his voice pitched somehow perfectly to be heard above the mortal music that was pounding through the speakers. "Come...let us adjourn to a quieter corner where we can continue this." He smiled at her, his bloody fangs glittering in the light, then deliberately and sensually licked the boy's neck, his eyes once again fastened on her face.

((OOC no worries! It was a great post!))

[ceudes]

"Enough. Don't finish it yet; there's so much more fun to be had."

Colette was struck by the authority in the vampire's voice. It made her bristle slightly, and yet it carried an aristocratic quality that was almost seductive. Colette watched the way his hands moved over the boy-- a kind of predation perfectly foreign to her.

"Such a pretty predator. So unflinching, so direct...haven't you learned how to play with your food yet?"

Apparently not.

The amused quirk of Colette's lips said as much. She studied the vampire as he proposed they move elsewhere; studied the boy as the vampire ran his tongue along his supple, flushed skin. Total possession. If the boy had any idea that death awaited him, he was hiding it completely.

Colette nodded, then smiled fiendishly. "Lead the way."

[asareel]

Asareel smiled at her again, his eyes laughing wickedly. Taking the boy by the hand, he led them both through the wildly dancing crowd to his private alcove in the back. Private enough that nothing they did here would garner much attention; open enough that they could still see the action in the bar. His favorite place...slipping onto the comfortable couch, he pulled the boy down and arranged him so he was stretched out along Asareel's side, his head resting on Asareel's shoulder.

"Sit down, pretty one." Asareel purred, still smiling that glittering smile. A predator, content to play for the time being, his hunger dormant. However, the hunger was never fully gone and it played under his skin like a shimmering cloak, a warning and an enticement at the same time.

The boy was panting, his body pressing against Asareel's in supplication. Asareel petted him almost absently, his attention-for the time being-focused solely on the girl.

"What shall I call you, my dear?" Asareel asked, deliberately mocking the soft southren drawl so often heard in the area.

[ceudes]

"Call me Colette," she said, draping one arm across the back of the seat and reclining slightly. Her blue gaze was dancing with fascination.

"And what should I call you? What should I call him, for that matter?" Colette added dryly, nodding her head in the direction of the human boy with a smirk. By now he was in a state of such ecstatic desperation that it was practically delirium-- or at least it appeared that way.

"I'll be frank with you," Colette said, leaning forward. She smiled slowly, unable to suppress the idea that she usually said such things right before she told her most outrageous lies. She meant it for once, which, given the context and subject matter was more than slightly amusing. "I'm positively intrigued by the way you hunt. Do you do it often? Toy with them like this?"

[asareel]

Asareel smiled and nuzzled the boy, drawing soft sounds from his beautiful lips. "Mmm. Colette." His voice was a caress. "My name is Asareel...and you can call this one pet..." he turned the boy a little, so he could tease him more, his fingers playing over his stomach and thighs. "Such a pretty pet..."

He smiled at her last question, his eyes glittering. "Oh, yes. You've never played before? I find it delicious...their desperation, their desire. The way they beg for it, without even knowing what they're asking for. The hunger..." He nuzzled the boy, sucking on his ear for a moment, then whispered into it, his eyes still on Colette. "You drive them into a frenzy. The lust rises to a fever pitch. They'd do anything for you. They offer themselves to you, and you take them. And just at the moment when the hunger and the lust and the desire is at it's peak, you show your true nature. The fear is gone; they don't care what you are, or what you want, only that you continue."

The boy moaned, his body shaking, Asareel's words barely registering. "They taste so sweet." Asareel laughed softly. "Of course...fear can be as intoxicating as desire. Sometimes I torment them with the knowledge of their own deaths, with the certainty of destruction. Sometimes I press them against the wall and show them in excrutiating detail how I'm going to do it...slowly, painfully. Sometimes it's both...to watch the suffocating lust turn slowly to fear...to watch the desperation change, never growing less..."

He chuckled. The boy shifted, shuddering, and Asareel caressed him. "You've never done this before?" he asked, drawing the boy's body to his, teasing him relentlessly.

[ceudes]

"Oh, yes. You've never played before? I find it delicious...their desperation, their desire. The way they beg for it, without even knowing what they're asking for. The hunger... You drive them into a frenzy. The lust rises to a fever pitch. They'd do anything for you. They offer themselves to you, and you take them. And just at the moment when the hunger and the lust and the desire is at it's peak, you show your true nature. The fear is gone; they don't care what you are, or what you want, only that you continue."

Colette's eyes widened. She was impressed-- there was no other way to put it. And that was certainly not something she was accustomed to. There was something so undignified about the death Asareel was describing... it was the most profane end she could think of, in fact. To strip them of their humanity piece by piece, to let them die in a witless blaze of naked exaltation-- to make them worship death. The flagrant perversity of it was admirable. And yet part of her felt a little uneasy. Was it a kind of defeat, she wondered, to give in and allow herself to so fully embody the monster that she had become?

"They taste so sweet. Of course...fear can be as intoxicating as desire. Sometimes I torment them with the knowledge of their own deaths, with the certainty of destruction. Sometimes I press them against the wall and show them in excrutiating detail how I'm going to do it...slowly, painfully. Sometimes it's both...to watch the suffocating lust turn slowly to fear...to watch the desperation change, never growing less... You've never done this before?"

Torment-- that was something she was more familiar with. Colette scrutinized the boy that Asareel was manipulating even as they spoke. She watched him tremble and moan under the vampire's touch, which was so effective it seemed every gesture was a precise calculation, although Colette knew it couldn't be. The boy was putty-- if he had started out with any anxieties or reservations, they were long gone now.

Colette laughed. "You're magnificent," she said with a mixture of amusement and respect. "No, I've never done it. I use their fear against them for as long as it takes to make the kill-- nothing more."

There it was again, the pang of doubt. Colette stuffed it away-- after all, when had she ever allowed doubt to play a factor in her decision-making?

"I want to see you do it," she said casually, although in truth she was absolutely enthralled. She inclined her head toward the boy... the pet. "I want to see him beg."

[asareel]

Asareel laughed. Then he shifted, drawing the boy against his chest. Hands moved; whispered words. The boy was putty in Asareel's hands, shamelessly begging, not even understanding what he was begging for. Beautiful and heartfelt; utter submission. Asareel played him effortlessly, drawing him to the very peak of every pinnacle without even bothering towards much effort; the boy was ripe and willing for anything.

Asareel locked his eyes with Collete, then nuzzled the boy's ear. "I'm going to kill you, you know." He breathed, loud enough for Collete to hear him. "I'm going to suck the life from your veins, drain your blood, leave you a lifeless corpse. I'm going to watch you die and I'm going to enjoy it..."

The boy moaned, too far gone to even understand what Asareel was saying, and arched his back, pleading, begging, tears of frustrated longing streaking down his cheeks. "My poor pet." Asareel purred, laughing again. "Poor needy boy...Collete, my beautiful girl...do you want him?"

Asareel's tone was light and gentle, caressing, but his gaze was wickedly amused. Almost taunting. As if he was telling her that, if he so chose, he could drive her to this exact state. If he desired, it could be her in the boy's place...his self-assurance was absolute, his control complete.