Dinner & A Show {Invite Only}

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

"I don't mind in the least." A smile graced her lips as they walked. Okay, so he was by far reasonable and as she had been picky, he was not. Shaden would hardly be the type of guy who had one specific place they would eat. Sort of like a human would jump around to various resturaunts, she believed him to be liked that only take his mortal from anywhere and take what he wanted because he could. This was so wrong of her to even take him with her because of the acts she displayed while doing so. Maybe he would blush and disprove. Get steamed and run off. Or maybe he would grow with curiosity and other things and want to make a reason with her that she wasn't so sure she could take privy to.

She loved blood. She loved it more than a fat kid loved cake and every time she drank from a poor little innocent, she felt as though she had grown slightly stronger and learned something most people couldn't learn in years. A persons history. Their past. Taste the drugs that posisoned them, it had been the worst. To taste blood that had been tainted with illicit drugs, but the feel of it during the rush had felt like no other. It was like drinking aged wine that was far too sour but had been the bud of any other wine you have or could possibly taste in your entire life.

"So wheres this special spot of yours?" She giggled with a very light tone, throaty, pursing lips that made her cheeks shine out. The English were so much better poised to make a move like that. "Come on. We'll have some fun." And she said nothing more but took his hand and led him onward with excitement.

Not only did Helena like to feed. She liked the kill. Even though it was a sin to kill others, being a vampire was a sin in it's self, until she had helped her concious become much more cleaner, more pure, she took a good look into the path of righteoousness, knowing now the secret to get closer to God and feel his essence through her. It was like sucking a soul through lips and mouth and sending it into the pit of your realm. A divine entity that remained trapped inside of you and took over for mere moments. Heavenly.


It hadn't taken long to actually find a couple. Basin Street on the upper west side of the cemetery had a hot spot for people who liked to indulge in different things. Many of her victims had come from here because they were easy to take to a dark place such as a cemetery and still want to get a little freaky with a stranger. These people had been best friends who were into couples. The two of them liking both sexes, humans those days dubbed them as bi-sexual, but it was normal for a vampire to be into both classes of mortals. Many great vampires before her had succumb to the tastes of both genders. After they had spoken to them she was getting ready to decline in her head before letting the words out, but Shaden had managed to talk for both. It was so exciting to see him interact and snag in the appetizers for the night.

But there they were in the mosoleum, looking at each other as both of the friends had been turned against them so that their backs were even. Helena couldn't help but take her eyes off of him as her male companion had started his abominal motions of close lips to her ear to whisper something rather inapropriate. I disgusted her completely, but of course he would pay for disrespecting her like that. She wasn't dressed like a lady for nothing,but she saw reason. A lady wouldn't be here with her "lover" and two strange men if they weren't looking for something hot. But he would be wrong to think that wouldn't he? But she wanted Shaden's actions to drive her before she took up the man. No, only then had she let her strength encase him between hands and arms, holding him so he could face the opposing two across from them.

"Why don't we get a look at what you're about to go through." She spoke darkly, perhaps the first time ever in front of Shaden. Her eyes lifting up after speaking in his ear to view sea glass orbs. Chin lifting lightly as her tongue clicked. Her head nodded for him to go first. Then he could focus on her in her intirety. Or lack there of.

[Shaden Grace]

"Come on. We'll have some fun." Shaden peered at her from he corner of his eye, wondering just what she had planned. Oh he knew they would be killing humans sure, but the very way she acted said it would be more then that too. He was a little excited about this. Perhaps he'd get to see a whole new side to her. Find out a little more about her. It seemed odd they neither knew much about the other, and yet he gladly kissed her so passionately, and even now, he could feel the imprint of her lips on his. So what then that mean about him? No... he wouldn't think about it. Any of it. Because none of that mattered right now. There was no way he was going to be here with Helena and try to understand why he's always become easily attached to women (and men) over the years. There was no point in it, and it would only ruin his mood, and he was far to interested for that.

Shaden didn't come to this street very often,not for his meals anyway, simply because of the type of people that walked here, always looking for something different, and interesting. Shaden had no problem with this, however, these humans liked to travel along on couples, therefore, they were better handled when you had a hunting partner, which he normally didn't have. He was glad of the company tonight though, glad Helena had suggested they go out and find a good meal. He was very interested to see how she killed her meals. Of course Shaden's kill was nothing special. He'd never developed a need for some different way of feeding.

They had found there meals, and Shaden talked to them, his voice soothing and enticing. Making them very interested. Though they had no idea what was in store for them tonight. Which was all part of the thrill of the kill. They were in the mausoleum, Shaden was looking at Helena and she was looking at him; both of the friends had been turned against them so that their backs were even. He watched, with mild interest as the man whispered something close to her ear. He smirked, knowing that whatever his words had been they were inappropriate, and he saw the disgust on her face, but it was something that would have went unnoticed by the human.

"Why don't we get a look at what you're about to go through." Spoken in the mans ear, and her voice was, for the first time that he'd heard, dark. It sent a delicious chill of delight through him. Even dark and deadly her voice was beautiful. He had a hold the one destined to become his next meal, the poor fool still seemed to be clueless. Shaden slowly reached up to his face, and with a quick motion he had drawn his nail down the length of the humans face, making a long line of blood. Now realization dawned in his eyes and he tried to get away. Shaden laughed and let him take two steps away from him before grabbing him and pulling him back, catching him as he stumbled.

They ended up wrestling to the ground. Shaden was a very could actor when it came to moments such as these. Clearly, hadn't needed to wrestle with him but he enjoyed letting the human think he had a chance to get away. Then, on the ground with the man starring at him with wide scared hazel eyes, he darted for his throat, for the big vein that pulsed just under the skin. He drank deeply, and fast. Feeling the mans heart falter and grow weaker by the second. Finally the thing Shaden held in his hands was nothing but a lifeless corpse, and he let him go to stand up and look over at Helena. He licked the corner of his lips, where he felt a small amount of blood remained. "Your turn." He said, with a grin.

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

Within the comforts of her own little spot therein the New York District of the world, she had scored a card and had witnessed him take a life. Luckily for him he was in the presence of her own warming spirits that had taken her into their desolate acts of forgiveness. She was overexcited without showing it because he was there, making his own mark in her place of solace.

Shaden's actions had caused her own victim to shout out and attempt to break away from her.Just as if she were a man of his own size, had held him back in those arms of hers, keeping him steady against her as he fought to get away. His friend had tried the same, leaving Shaden's little moment of torture. A slick little grin approached lips and she couldn't help but grow a bit more attracted to him by the moment.

A dark giggle leaked from throat and lips as the man grew more horrified by the moment, no attempt to ease his suffering. Not yet.

He drew up and turned sea glass orbs to her, the look on his face could have been plastered in a Visa commercial. Priceless. Your turn."

How immaculately drawn out he had sounded. The tone, accented words that confused her to no avail. She would have to ask where it was he was from originally some time. There had to be more than what they had shared thus far, and hopefully that wouldn't end. Communication was everything, and it was a good thing they had lived for more than many lifetimes. How sweet he had seemed behind unbared teeth, with or without them he had the most sinful smile that attracted even the meakest of souls. How trapped he had held her was beyond the galaxy and she wanted to sink into his black hole.


Her turn indeed. Somehow she had managed to shush the man. Silence him but feel the trembles he let escape his form. Hands motioned him to turn, she had along with him so that he would back into the laid slap of someones circular platformed tomb. Symbols marked, engraved in the aged metal on it's outer ridges, a rare thing to find. Some High Priestess' tomb wrapped inside a magical circle. She laid him flat against it so that he was laying on his back, legs moving outward ontop as she motioned to crawl on top of him and straddle his waist. Her right arm driven down to undo those buttons on his shirt, the other hand following suit and spreading the fabric apart. Mind focused, along with her eyes as she closed them and and let her chest rise and fall with each shimmering glimpse of his breaths. Fingertips rose over warm, tender, scared goosbump making flesh, as they moved upward, her nails began to somehow press into skin, breaking it away just under his rib cage, spreading him open with an eased force.

Finally she let lids open, her eyes had met Shaden's by accident, parted lips making her want to breath but seeing as how it wasn't a necessity, it felt as if she had just had her last breath. She could hear the man screaming in horror inside her head as he remained silent and tight lipped beneath her. Her right arm rose, dragging fabric of the dress she wore over her shoulder, blood stained fingers running smudge lines over her soft skin, Head lowered to the side as she watched with glazed eyes, moving to the other side and repeating the slow movements she made. She looked over to Shaden, motioning for his assistance. Perhaps maybe he would be reluctant, wary, but he didn't disappoint. Moving over to her as it all felt so slow. Too slow. Saddening that face with a soft gentle pout. Her wet fingers reached out to him, wanting to take his hand and motion him to kneel behind her. There was by far plenty of room, but considering his motions, he would have to be close behind her.

She lightly whipped her hair to the side, watching as eyes followed over the movements of his hands. Lightly closing to the soft caress of his fingers. Skin on skin, and damn why was this so difficult?

The other side as hands brought down the dress to her midsection, leaning back into him gracefully as if she was resting.

The mans life had been on hold, the dimly lit room had become a scene from some old world novel and she couldn't help but feel so warm inside of that cold body of hers. Letting hands push into the mans flesh and ripping out veins and pulled them out of him, still stuck to him moved them behind Shaden and held the beginnings as reigns, tightening them so as he was pulled forward, she had leaned back. Hands moving over her own skin and letting the mans blood ruin her form with the Crimson liquid. Much of his blood had galloped from within him, but it wasn't that she had fed from there and the supply would be gone, but it was all so ritualistic, and since he was there, she didn't mind the assist. The capture. Her head rested against his left shoulder, her right arm coming up and moving around the back of his neck, letting out a sigh as fingertips touched lips and a couple of fingers slipped into her mouth. Letting it draw out in harmonious hums as she slid them from lips. A small escaping suck left in the wind before she had turned her head to let lips embrace the softness of feathery lips.

[Shaden Grace]

Shaden's sea glass orbs remained on her, watching in astonishment and wonder at her perfection. Her movements, so precise and sure, as she laid the man down, straddle his waist, and her right arm came down to undo those buttons on his shirt. Shaden had never once been witness to anything like this. He'd known something special was going to happen, but who could have guessed this? Certainly not him. her nails began to somehow press into skin, breaking it away just under his rib cage, spreading him open with what appeared to be an eased force. He met her gaze, holding it until she looked away. He looked down at the man, silent underneath her, and then his gaze shifted back to her as her right arm rose, and she moved the fabric of her dress across her shoulder, her blooded fingers leaving smudge lines on her soft skin.

This whole time Shaden's breathing had been shallow, limited and hardly there at all, but at this it stopped altogether. Her fingers were almost teasingly slow as she repeated the same process on the side. Once more she looked at him, and he stared back with a longing gaze. She motioned for his assistance. And he was wary, but only because he would be closer to her, much closer to temptation in its purest form. Even though he was wary, there was no stopping him from moving forward, slowly, clearly too slowly for her liking but he needed to keep himself under perfect control. He knelled, just as she wanted, close behind her. It was obvious what she wanted. His hands moved to her shoulders first, then slowly moved down her arms, caressing her at first with a bit of tentativeness, wondering whether he could handle this without taking her, whether or not she wanted it. But the very idea of raping her was repulsive, even to him. He could never do that to her.

Finally his hands grasped the fabric of her dress and pulled it down to her midsection, and his hands froze there for a moment as she leaned back into him. His hands had just started to move upwards when she did something that completely surprised him, but did not disgust him. She let hands push into the mans flesh, and rip out veins, and nor was he disgusted when they were moved behind him. Shaden was pulled forward even more as she tightened them, and leaned back. Her head rested against his left shoulder, her right arm came up and moved around the back of his neck. That was when part of his control slipped. The fingers of his left hand moved along her form, where she had smeared the mans blood onto herself. Some of that blood got in his fingers, and he brought two of fingers up to her lips, touching them lightly, and then let them slip inside her mouth. That same hand left her face to touch the side of her neck as her head turned. His lips captured hers gratefully, tasting a hint of the blood he'd put into her mouth from his fingers.

He felt it then, a kind of stirring deep within himself. He loved her. He knew it, and after this how could he not? He didn't care that there were things about her he did know, it was the same in reverse too, she knew very little about him. And it certainly shouldn't surprise him that he loved Helena, he may not have known her that long, but he'd known Aubrey for even less time and had loved her. But this was so much different. It was so much more pure, and he wasn't having to fight to keep her. There wasn't a long line behind him waiting for him to mess up. He could have her all to himself.

His lips left her, but stayed close enough to brush against them lightly. Did he dare say it out loud? No, not yet. Not now. He was.. scared to say it, and understandably so considering what happened that last time he loved someone. Then again he hadn't been able to keep one single person in his life that had truly loved. How sad. His right hand began to slide slowly upward, and his thumb brushed the underside of a breast. His head lowered to her shoulder, kissing and licking away blood smears, while his hand started to caress, tease, her upper body. His mouth continued to move along her shoulder, and then back up her neck, close to her ear. Shaden so very nearly whispered it then. I love you.. such powerful words, but meaningless if they were not returned. He didn't say it, but he repeated it over and over in his head like a silent prayer.

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

It was as if her entire body had developed goosbumps when she felt his fingers over her skin after leaving fabric. How his hands moved over her skin like some sort of pottery sculptor. As if everything had stood still and all she could feel was him, those hands. He brought his hand up to her face, lids lowering as eyes bore down to view fingers moving toward those lips. Brushing over them and letting those green eyes hide once more as he slipped them into her mouth. She was beig incredibly devilish, which wasn't very like her, but she knew in her heart that sharing her time with Shaden like this could be a defining moment. It had turned into something special with him there, more than it had ever been.

A slight urge to nip his finger as he pulled them out crept inside of her like wild fire, but decided against it and let the moment go along as it had been intended. Enjoyed. Relished. Lips followed his efforts to leave from those lips of hers, feeling the want of something new delve inside of her as his hand ventured over her bodice. His lips felt as if he were lifting her soul from her mouth, wishing it had never stopped but basking in the want to touch them once more. She felt a thump in her chest, a possible heartbeat once again had flooded her thoughts. How such a man could raise the dead, oh she had known all too well that he had been some sort of savior, and though she would never say it out loud, she would have abandoned her God for him.

Sighs were let out in the softests of sounds, her tone mixed in after a swallow came from having those lips over her shoulder, the feel of his tongue pressing over skin had made her insides flourish with ecstacy. Butterflies were swirling madly within her and she would have gladly swatted away any nets that would come and capture them. If Helena could have bottle Shaden up, she would do so and wear him around her neck from a chain and keep him close to her heart.

She felt herself wallow up. The stinging burn in those ducts as red liquid moved to the bottom of her eye lids.

Her hand slipped upward the back of his neck, feeling the shortness of his hair and desperately wishing she could take a handful of his hair and let him know how bad he was making her die inside. Only fingertips had done that. Causing red to stain his skin as she applied a bit of pressure from tips to skin. Those lips moved up to her neck, causing her to tingle more. Starting from where his lips had touched her and then it traveled over into her chest and down into her tummy, her arms were beginning to feel numb. Lids had remained lowered as she nuzzled her head against him. Something had been missing and she didn't know what. Only, She could feel some sort of electrical current surge through her. Her arms moved down, forward and grabbed the dead man's pants pockets, pushing him from underneath her only to send his body forward to the ground. Veins snapping at the force she gave.

Her form twisted so her side was to him, moving her right arm around him one more only this time she could face him. Her mouth messy with blood, not caring that she was filthy in it. How sexy he looked with blood smeared over his own skin.

She lifted, moving legs beneath to match his stance, her chest rising with a faux breath and pulling up close to him as if he were her lifeline, a hollow dip in her chest could be felt as eyes welled up slightly more. Soft breaths expelled as one finalized sigh had been whispered out through the air as she attatched herself to him. A single tear rode ever so slowly down from her right eye and fell over her cheek, pouty eyes lifting up to him as she paused and relished in his abundant beauty. The aching need and want to kiss him flooding her as she fought to bring lips to painfully kiss his own. As the tear struck her lower lip, her lips had struck his own, pressing skin against skin and a blood tear to paste them together. God they were beautiful together, and she wanted to stay like that forever.

[Shaden Grace]

To be touched by her, his love; the purest love he'd ever felt. He had already forgotten where they were. Nothing mattered but her hands touching him, her body so leaned back against his own. How blessed he was to have found her. Though it didn't escape his knowledge that neither new much of the other, it made him slightly nervous at times, he would have to tell her about himself sometime, but what would she think about him afterward? As troubling as those thoughts were to him, right now, at that minute with her against him and his hands caressing her soft skin, his mind was oddly clear. It felt nice; to have a clear head for once so he could think and act properly. She was the only one who had been able to do that for him, and she didn't even know it.

When her arms moved down, away from his suddenly oversensitive skin, he had to bite down on his tongue he didn't groan in protest. Instead, he watched her push the dead man off and onto the ground, the veins snapping as he went. She twisted, her side to him now, and her arm was once more moved around him. It felt so right there. She felt right there, with him, so close to him and her scent sinking into him. Her mouth was messy, covered in blood, and he too had blood on him, he could feel it starting to dry on his skin.

Shaden's hands left her for a moment, and moved to his shirt, unfastening the buttons and then pulling the shirt off, dropping it behind him. And then his eyes were once more touching her, adoring her; tracing invisible lines across her skin, his fingers running over her perfect form, and lightly touching her cheek as if he were afraid should he be too rough she would break like a porcelain doll. She moved again, now matching his own stance there before her. He smiled softly, and his left hand moved to her back, gently brushing fingers through her hair.

Her eyes were even more welled up, and the only thing stopping Shaden's own eyes to getting welled up was knowing these were not the beginnings of tears of pain. She was happy, just as he was. He was not alone in the strong emotion running through him. He loved the way she seemed to just attach herself to him, like she couldn't bare to leave him, like she never wanted to let go. And this was just fine with him. A single tear escaped from her right eye, however, he made no movement to catch it, he was too trapped by her eyes, that had risen to look up into his. They admired, adored each other beauty until that tear reached her lips, and then they were on his and he was kissing her with a desperate passion and need. He hadn't realized just how much he needed her, but he did. Like he needed blood to live, he needed Helena.

Both hands were now on her back, pressing her into him even more before they slid down, past where her dress had been lowered and he lifted her up for a moment, and then gently laid her down, and he came down with her, his body less then an inch from hers. His head nuzzled into her neck, kissing along her neck. He had called Aubrey an Angel, and for a time she had been. She'd been a light in his dark world, waking him up to a life he'd all but turned his back on, but Helena could never be compared to as being a mere Angel. She was a goddess. His goddess. "Helena.." He whispered her name against her skin, "My love... my immortal goddess." He was hardly aware of the words leaving his lips. "Nothing will ever come between us." By nothing he meant someone. And by someone he meant Sevanni.

Fangs then broke through skin, and her blood rushed into his mouth. There was nothing like it. Nothing to compare the taste to. It was all her, nothing like he'd ever tasted before. He didn't take much, and soon, almost too soon, lifted his head enough to gaze down into her face. His hand brushed strands of hair from her face. She walks in beauty, like the night... Never would he grow tired of simply gazing into her eyes. And he would never let anything happen to her or let anyone slit them up. He loved her. He needed her to feel complete.

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

Lips felt sad to depart from his as he withdrew them from her own. A disappointed sigh escaped as a blood tear was nevermore. Sunk into skin like faint drops of water that trickled no more. Soft yet masculine hands moving over the softness of her back, feeling them through strands and imagining him through closed lids that he would be the barer to break her solemn oath to God himself.

Hiding herself scared against his chest. Chest to chest and unbeating hearts that matched one another and perfect succession. Holding on to him for dear life with light arms around his form. Slow silence full of wordless notions. How much for him she had felt more than anyone.

Damian had captivated her at one point in her life but never like this. At first sight she was drawn to the man who kneeled before her in match. Feeling that heaven dropped him from grace just for her. A gift of pleasures and all that was sacred. Be it both of them dangerous in their own way, the soft subtlety of their movements had calmed her nerves. No longer wanting to shy away from that which she had been most scared of.

He laid her back and with movement she had followed. Wishing the space between them would falter and bodies would press once more and hide the shame she felt.

Vampire souls in mortal bodies making her wish she was reborn into something that he preferred above all, but his words in the curve of her neck as he nuzzled against her. How she felt shivers run coolly inside that bodice. Speaking her name. Helena." She could hear it all night over and over again as she so said his name in the comforts of her own company. Shaden. Shaden. Repeat his name and let fingers trail over soft supple skin. Envisioning him there with her as she nestled in between sheets praying for him to come to her. To hear his voice and never wanting it to fade from those ears.

His mouth warm yet cold against her neck, where fangs released and crushed through layers of flesh. She felt the release of her blood splash into his mouth as lids lowered and a pleasureful sigh escaped lids. If making love had felt like that, even remotely close, she would gladly betray her vow to God and pray it last forever.

Fingers pressed into the bare skin of his back. How she remembered him wet that night and his form glazed by wet fabric, far better than what she had seen. Now admired and touched by hands that ached to touch flesh more and more. Arms remained wrapped around him, wanting to draw him in closer and closer until they were one.

She let her right leg wrap around him. The back of his waist forcing him against her as nails ceased to drag across skin. She bit her lower lip as he sucked the blood serenely from her neck, piercing her skin to draw more from within, licking over the blots and letting herself intake it. Her right hand held his shoulder where fingers faced her. Bearing down on him as she felt her blood leave and enter him.

The urge to drag lips across his shoulder, let teeth sink into him. Fighting it with every fiber of her being. Another sigh. A moan lifting as she clutched him ever so hard. As if she would die if he let go. If he left she would surely be nothing more than a pile of dust and bone.

"My love... my immortal goddess." Breathlessly she swooned. Never hearing words like that and seeking his soul through lowered lids. How would she respond? How could she?

His eyes were like a never ending tunnel of passion and love and a heart throbbing bliss that nothing or no one could ever compare to. As if nothing could destroy the feelings she had felt for him in that very moment. "Nothing will ever come between us." His words. everything within them had made her feel complete.

Sure to be his. Sure to be hers. Sure that everything outside of those walls were non existent or ever could be. How many others had he felt for? Could she compare? Were they words full of all meaning or nothing at all? Those questions didn't matter because she was sure, in that moment, that he loved her.

Upon release and looking into those eyes she had let those words slide softly from those lips as her left hand grazed across his right cheek.

Helena had managed to let it out. Let those words fall from lips and larynx as if she never had to anyone else, and if she didn't he would diminish into nothing and this life dream would end with a snap of fingers and opened eyes. "I love you." Gasped out in the softest of words. Full of everything she had mustered inside of her.

Streams of blood welled in those eyes, falling over the sides as she looked up at him. Her dead heart beating as if life was shocked inside of that body. Her leg pushed him closer as her back arched and she lifted her upper proportions against his chest.

Her head rested back but wanted to raise and touch lips once more. Fighting everything inside of her to want him more than anything she had ever had before in her entire existence.

It was his words that had done it. She felt truth in them, and no one had ever said anything like that before in her entire life, which made her sure that he was the perfect match for him. Her perfect Shaden. Her love. Her God. And she would. She would throw out the good book and cross and bear him around her neck. Read him. Feel life through sea glass orbs and regain her sense of self in him.

She was in love, and she wanted more.