I know you want me [OPEN]

[calista]

Calista walked the warm streets of the sunny Los Angeles, California. It may have been almost midnight, but the place wasn’t cool, or chilly. She missed New York, but she wanted the warmth of a southern state, without the southern hospitality. She was the daughter of a diplomat, but she didn’t want to be recognized like she may have been in New York; or Bucharest. Hollywood seemed like the perfect place to be a party girl, without her picture getting back to her father; whereas it was a possibility in NYC. She threw her luggage onto her bed. Opening it quickly, she lifted the cover over to reveal her choices in attire for the week she’d be there. Standing beside the king sized bed with its quality sheets, feather pillows and the tasteful yet over used mint, she sighed and turned to glance at the rest of her surroundings. The room she’d reserved was polished, cultured; in other words, predictable. It was classically decorated. Sitting area hinted at a sophisticated air, bedroom with a large bed, dresser and armoire.

Cali sighed, turning back to her bags and choosing an outfit fit for the thrumming clubs of Hollywood. After twenty minutes, she’d decided on a metallic-looking silver mini dress and electric blue pumps. She left her long, colourful hair down, waving in some places and curling in others. Glancing down at herself one last time, Cali grabbed the blue clutch that held her essentials, her cell phone, ID, cash and credit, some make-up for touch-ups, if need be, and her room key card, before leaving the room; and the hotel moments later. The hotel she chose to stay at boasted a beautiful lounge, but Cali wanted to loud thumping music to the low key classical you usually heard in the lounges.

Within 20 minutes, she was at her destination; a new club just opening the week before. Cali had heard that it was the new hotspot, and that meant paparazzi, sure, but it also meant that she would have fun. Forgoing the line, she walked right past it and up to the bouncer, gracing him with her best kept secret; her sweetest, most seductive smile. Without hesitation, or any help, the bouncer asked her ID and let her through upon examination. The man who opened the door for her mumbled something along the lines of welcoming her to the club, she thought, but she wasn’t paying enough attention to really care what he said. She stopped, glancing around the space before descending the stairs to the closest bar in the place to order vodka three fingers, no ice. No doubt they wouldn’t know anything about a good Romanian drink, and they sure wouldn’t have the good, reliable Absinth. So, she’d make due with what was available to her.

She flirted with the bartender, leaving a nice tip and flirty smile. She turned to watch the swarm of bodies so close together, moving to the rhythm, swaying to the beat of a hit song. She made eye contact with a couple sexy men but not expecting any to approach her.

[blake]

Scurrying out of the way of a true animal at work, a slinky street cat, lithe from it’s inability to eat in excess, darted away from the two larger forms in the alley, one of the many filth clogged arteries of Los Angeles. The greater of the two figures trailed the other, tapping a pipe against the brick wall of the building he walked parallel to. Shane, back to the threat continued deeper into the abyss of the vein, picked up on the rhythmic clang of metal on the age degenerated wall, for two hits it synched perfectly with the steady beat the male’s chest produced. He was well-practiced in this art, the stalking, the taking of possessions, and a final act of desperation, the kill. The only issue was, his prey this evening was capable of producing masterpieces in the same medium, he was outmatched.

She discontinued her stride to allow the man to play catch up, and after his footsteps cut off there was a whirring, the sound of a lead pipe cutting through the still heat of the night’s air. In one fluid motion that put the natural grace of the long passed feline to shame, Shane pivoted on her heel, pushing off with her alternative foot. Using her supernaturally superior reflexes, she placed a hand on her assailants arm that was mid movement the other went to his throat. Closing dangerously tight over his airway, she shifted her weight forward, pushing the man against the brick, her canvas for this particular piece.

The pipe hit the ground with a hollow, cringe inducing, crang without the cushion of a human hand on one end to absorb the reverberating metal. In vain the arm that wasn’t pinned down clawed for freedom, striking the woman continuously in the side. She did not shy away under the repetition of the blows, instead a smirk responded inappropriately to the impacts. The hand that prevented speech eased up around his esophagus as she spoke, “How about a few last words, I’d really like to hear them.” She encouraged a final cry out to the world by digging her nails into his captive arm.

”Fuck you bitch.” That was it, he was choosing to leave all of humanity with that? How cliche’, and yet not poetic at all. Shane scoffed, sneering at his pathetic final attempt at saving himself through intimidation. Or was he still under the delusion that he’d never fall to a woman.

“That’s clever. Though I was hoping for some variation of ‘bite me’, would have made for a great pun. So, let’s pretend you did say that, hope you don’t mind the rewrite, and now I say: Only because you offered.” Her voice dropped to a fierce growl, juxtaposing the sarcasm in a disgustingly unsettling way, it would only add to the discomfort of his final moments... Poor him, lost little boy in a city that glorifies materialism to a point it requires thieving to make it by. But this was not a boy, this was a man with a life source calling to Shane to be released, spilled out from the body that aged it like a barrel full of fine merlot, and enjoyed by the female herself.

There had not been much of a struggle from that point on, there was a climax in his frantic slapping, clawing, and crying the moment her fangs sunk into the flesh below his jaw line for their first taste, but from then it was smooth sailing. Within thirty seconds he was drained of enough liquid to make any movement an overexertion, another thirty and he was out. Shane dropped the two hundred and fifty pound sack to meet with the unwelcoming ground, the sound of the collision showing promise that he’d awake with a nice crack in his skull. If he were to do anything more than dip into a coma and be dead by dawn that was. She was full, otherwise she’d drain him dry, finish the job.

Her fun over, Shane prowled the streets, devouring the space between herself and amusement with each lengthy stride. News had hit of a new establishment breaking out into the club scene, dancing did not interest her, but the dozens of intoxicated men and women all willing to go home with her did. She was in need of a new play thing, the last one broke too easy.

Glamouring was unnecessary, promoters were so insistent on crowding the place with young attractive women that Shane was let in immediately, no questions asked. She did look rather tuff in her signature leather motorcycle style jacket if she did say so herself. Stalking up to the bar, she mazed her way through the crowd of drunk youngsters, smiling in delight at the sheer variety in the group, it would make for more interesting pickings. “Hey sport, how about gettin’ me a whiskey sour on the double.” She rapped the bar with her knuckles, addressing the bartender casually, the trendy atmosphere not suiting her affinity for something that was more rough and tumble.

But there were ways of getting what she wanted. Shane turned to the person closest to her, smirking at the familiar call of desperation displayed in her ensemble. “Someone’s out to get lucky tonight.” Her eyes traced the curvatures of the other female’s body that were accentuated by the metallic fabric.

[calista]

Cali was standing, leaning against the bar; watching the mass of bodies move as one. She sighed, smirking. She’d only been turned three years before, but already she was becoming a jaded Vampire. None of the dozens of people within reach were a vamp. None of them could promise what she wanted; a night of rough, unadulterated heat. In other words, sex; pure, simple and frenzied. Surely someone in the club would be able to provide such enjoyment. Hell, she’d even sleep with a woman. Now there was a thought. She’d never done that before. ”could be interesting…” she thought, downing the contents of her drink and turning to get another.

She leaned over, presumably to order her next drink, but instead put enough money in his hand to keep the drinks floating her way for the entire night and three simple, easy to understand words. ”Keep ‘em coming.” She didn’t care about the money; she had more than enough to spare. The song changed, the tempo, different, and it had Cali turning to see what this mass would do.

Would they stay in the center of the room, jump to the music, would some stay, some leave. That brought on another, fantastic idea. What would happen if a single person just...fell. Of course, there would be no trace, no way to know that it was Cali who’d done such a thing. ”No!” she ordered herself, internally. She had never taken blood from an unwilling participate and she wouldn’t start now. Besides, there was too much of a risk to factor in. What if there was another Vamp in the building. It wouldn’t take them long to figure out it was the petite, colourful girl in the shiny dress. She seemed to be the only one of her kind in the area. Way too obvious for Cal’s liking.

Cali turned to glance at the person beside her who decided it would be a wonderful idea to speak to a hungry vamp; her eyes widened, instant recognition. The woman standing next to her looked like she should have been in a biker bar, and not the thrumming hit music club, and she was an older Vampire. Someone Cali should have stayed away from. But, she was intrigued. The poor girl didn’t know many vamps, of any age; so meeting an elder was, well, intriguing. Cali smirked, not speaking at first. She just let her mind open to all the thoughts in the room. Her smirk turned from that to a full blown smile. ”I’m not desperate, so I wouldn’t be thinking that. And, yeah, I am looking. But, looking and getting are two very different things,” She said, lacing her words with the lilt of her native country. She swallowed half the contents of her drink and smiled. The downfall to being what she was, was no matter how much alcohol you consumed, you’d stay as sober as a judge, as the saying went. Although, Cali hardly understood such trivial quotes and phrases.

Cali casually let her eyes trail down the tall frame of the other woman and back up again. She was much taller than Cali, even in her 6 inch heels. This vamp had to have been just shy of 6 feet. Her dark locks were a major contrast to Cali’s own blonde laced with many different colours. Cal could see it in the woman’s eyes that she was a force to be reckoned with, and wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. ”So, you don’t look like you’d frequent a hip club such as this…Which leads me to assume you’re looking for something in particular” Cali said, forgoing the finger quotations. She was trying to break herself from the habit she’d unknowingly give herself. ”See anything you like?”

Taking a sip of her drink, to hide the fact that if she’d had an actually beating heart, it would have been going a hundred miles a minute, her mind raced. She was actually, when it all came down to it, hitting on another woman. She would have been shocked, if it weren’t for the fact that there wasn’t anything left in the world to shock her. She’d seen a lot in the three years since her change, she’d done a lot too. This was just another thing to add to the ever growing list. Whether it would turn out to be an accomplishment or a fail, well, that was yet to be determined, but Cali had set out that night, looking for a good time; and, even more, expecting to get one.

Word Count: 762
Clothing: metallic silver dress and electric blue pumps
Tags: Shane Towers
Notes: Yay! Finally get to put this to good use ^_^

[demitrius]

Ding. Hello passengers, this is your captain speaking. We've just landed at LAX. Thank you for a wonderful flight and enjoy your stay.

Cracking open his sleep encrusted eyes, Demi watched as the other passengers shuffled about, collecting their things. He was content to just sit and watch, wishing he had his camera right now. He loved taking pictures of people just going about their day. If only he was a painter, he could have saved this in his mind to draw later. But, alas, photographers couldn't do that. Still, people were interesting to study.

His seat partner, a very important looking business woman, didn't think so it seemed. She cleared her throat and glared at him through her horn-rimmed glasses. Who even wore those anymore? Sighing, he got up and collected his things, making his way out to the isle. The lady harrumphed and stalked past him, not bothering to wait in line and pushed past people to get to the front. Making a face at the back of her head, Demi heard a high, feminine laugh. Turning, he saw a short, brown haired girl giggling at him. A small smile crossed his face, but he didn't give her anything besides that. A nine hour flight from Paris to L.A. wasn't the best thing for his libido.

Customs was always a hassle. They lines were crazy, the people always cranky. He liked to have fun and mess with these people sometimes, but now was not one of them. Baggage claim was easy, as it always was. He only ever brought a duffel. Demi didn't have a lot of clothes, he found that they only got in the way when flying, but they took up space that could be used for his photography equipment.

Outside, he hailed a cab. Growing up in New York had taught him the exact right way to get a cab, leaving no wait at all. A cup of hot, black coffee was already in his hand. Bag slug over one shoulder, he told the cabbie the name of his hotel.

Sipping from his cup, Demi looked outside at the flashing lights of a busy city. This might have been a good picture to some, but not to him. He hated the modernized cities. It was so... unreal. People were his favorite subjects. The mood changes were so sudden, so obvious on their faces, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. Nature was nice too, but only second best.

Tipping the driver heavily, Dmitri climbed out of the cab and entered his hotel. He'd reserved a modest room, seeing as he would only need it for sleeping. He checked in at the desk and rode the elevator to his second floor room. Dumping his bag on the bed, he pulled out out his camera and headed for the door.

His wallet was stuffed into the front pocket of his black jeans along with his room key. A midnight blue tee finished off the completely un-club worth look. Not that Demi minded much. He wasn't there to pick up anyone, he was going to make art.

Coming to a new club that was sure to have many subjects in it, he didn't have to wait in line like so many others. He was the son of a construction tycoon, which had it's downsides, but this had to be one of the perks. Getting his hand stamped at the door, Demi slipped inside, camera already out.

The strobe lights added an intense effect to his pictures, Demitri found. They twisting, gyrating bodies were the perfect window into human sexuality. Deciding that he'd had enough of this subject for a while, he moved on to the bar, hoping to find something more interesting. And he did. Coming just in time to hear something quite unexpected. Although, in L.A., Demi supposed anything goes.

He wanted a picture of this. The looks the two were trading were absolutely perfect. To make a good situation excellent, both were stunning. But taking pictures of big crowds were one thing, and taking pictures of a private moment were another. He'd have to have permission before he did anything.

Clearing his throat, he stepped in front of the two. "Excuse me," Demi said, flashing a charming smile, one that he only used when needing to get his way. "Would you mind terribly if I took a couple pictures of you two?"

He rapped the bar and ordered two more drinks for the ladies, while ordering a whiskey for himself. His camera swung around his neck. He saw some people eying it, making him want to hide the thing. It had cost him a pretty penny, that was for sure.

Taking a sip of his drink he looked between the two ladies. "So, how about it?" he asked.

((Mods: They've given me permisson to take pictures of vampires, just thought you should know.))

[blake]

Shane had to focus on the structurally smaller female to take in her words, blocking out the music until it was a low hum in the background. She had honed her senses from her initial transformation where everything flooded in at ear drum shattering decibels, to now being able to separate sounds and choose what echoed through the cavern of her ears. It was a skill that like any high performance engine required meticulous fine tuning to develop, but after a few decades of un-living with her abilities she had mastered all the more subtle powers that vampirism provided.

The contrast found in the two women was remarkable, then again Shane managed to separate herself from everyone in the club with her more casual and street tarnished attire. It was a reflection of her youth, she had always been a more rough and tumble sort of gal, this did not change no matter how many years she was stuck at twenty-three. Her eternal youth was not only affecting her unaffected looks but her mind set did not seem to mature beyond her set age. Sure she had refined certain tactics of amusement, but she was still as simple an animal as she had always been. Being titillated by sex, violence, and all out chaos. The latter being something she would inject into this evening and if the girl before her is she was so lucky.

Even though she lived independently from the world of other walking dead, Shane took now of all the signs put forth by the girl that indicated they did have one thing in common. But it was the lack of a rhythm stemming from her chest to match the heavy bass of the humming background noise that gave her confirmation. A flash of recognition lit up her eyes, so, she wasn’t the only one seeking out a new accessory to bring home and entertain herself with.

”We’re all looking for something.” Shane scooped her drink up as it was moved to be placed on the bar beside her without allowing for the glass to actually touch down. Once in hand she leaned her elbow against the surface, her eyes being so enticed by the female that not once did they leave her company. She nodded towards the congregation of bodies on the dance floor, the human patrons enjoying their little bump and grind-fest. ”And it would seem that everyone here is looking for the same thing. Except us of course. We’re looking for something a little different.” She lifted the glass to her smirked lips and let the liquid pass down her organic tunnel, chilling the already frozen pathway to her stomach.

After draining the tumbler of it’s liquid, Shane plucked an ice cube from the glass and traced her own lips with the frozen water. ”I am appreciating the view, but I’d like to see more.” Placing the cube between her teeth she clamped down with enough jaw force to shatter it, half falling freely to the ground, the remainder sliding down her throat. Returning the glass to the bar, Shane leaned away from the counter and moved in on the girl, the other ageless figure, to extend her arm enough to let her fingertips graze the dead flesh of her bare arm. ”I’m sure both our desires can be fulfilled.”

A new voice chimed up and Shane had to remove her eyes from the feminine form before her to glance at this new comer. Her nimble hand snatched the camera from his own hands to peruse the pictures already stored on the memory card. There was a great sense of movement in the pictures, but the source material was hardly as appealing as it could be. She scoffed at a final picture of a couple dancing and tossed the camera back at the man. Giving him a once over she smirked, ”Sure thing pal, but I think we can give you something more interesting to photograph.” Without awaiting permission from either of the two in her ‘party’ Shane removed the black scarf from around her neck and threw it around the female’s own. ”I think we qualify for VIP.”

At that she moved backwards towards the section of the club reserved for special patrons, dragging her catch along with her, not that the other woman wasn’t willingly trailing along. ”Just try and keep up.” She called back to the man as she pulled the girl across the threshold into the secluded room, a velvety curtain blocking out the busy atmosphere of the rest of the club.

Shane’s hands fell from the scarf, letting the light fabric drift down to caress the elegant body it rested upon. With no one else around she could be more herself. She moved behind the girl, an ambitious hand dancing across the flesh of her arm. ”Now, how about you tell me what exactly it is you want.” Now behind the girl, she leaned in to whisper in the other’s ear, letting her exposed fangs graze the base of her neck.

[Note: Sexy god mod with permission of all thread participants.]

[calista]

Cali would remain twenty-one forever, even if at the age of twenty-four it was still plausible to look that young. So, it was no surprise that she was wondering how old the temptress in front of her was. She was a much older Vampire, but it wasn’t hard to be older than a 3 year old. Cal only knew one Vampire and he was young; very young. She may have been very young, especially in comparison to the Amazon compared to Cali, but she’d refined most of her Vampire-based abilities. Plus, she’d had a lifetime to refine, mature and expand her psychic ability. She didn’t have to concentrate to hear words coming from the woman’s lips; and not because she’d heard them seconds before they were spoken. But because that fucker who turned her helped her before he’d met his demise.

Cali’s brow lifted to hide under her side swept bangs. Cal was known to be sarcastic, blunt, excruciatingly honest, to most, but this woman, well, she was far more frank than even Cali thought she could ever be. The smirk that presented, and made itself quite at home on her full lips spoke volumes of what she thought about the situation. Cal’s eyes never left the other woman’s as she trailed her cool fingers down the eternally young flesh of her exposed arm. Cali felt a tremor move down her undead spine. ”Without a doubt,” she whispered.

Cali had heard someone approach, but she hadn’t given it a thought to glance and see who it was. The woman before her, well, she was intoxicating. There was just something about her. But, now, Cali turned to the other voice; a man. What Cal saw was a young kid, barely the same age as her self, she would have guessed. Messy hair framed his defined features and his build was impressive. It was just a shame he wasn’t a vampire, she could have had some fun. ”maybe...Hmm...” she thought, smiling at him. She caught the tail-end of this mans thoughts. ”So, that’s it, huh? You liked the looks?” Cali drained her glass, setting it on the bar. ”I liked them, too...”

It shocked Cal that she’d have such...mixed feelings about this. On one hand, she’d never done anything with a woman such as this one beside her; or any other for that matter. She thought she was strictly men, but the static between them was something. Surely a casual one night stand with a woman could be a tale to tell. And, it was something to cross of the bucket list she no longer required.

Cali nodded, in agreement with his request as the other woman spoke. Before she could open her own lips to converse a scarf was thrown around Cal’s neck. Cali took a quick involuntary breathe. ”Indeed,” she said, following all too willingly behind. Not that she completely had a choice, with the scarf around her neck. But, she wasn’t complaining. She’d always had a fondness for scarves, and bedposts. Well, there probably weren’t any bedposts in the V.I.P cordoned off section, but that wouldn’t deter her from having her fun. They moved quietly passed the velvety curtain into the secluded backroom. Once hidden away from the busiest area of the building, Cali felt the other woman’s hand fall away from the scarf around her neck as she stopped.

Cali’s head, and her eyes, followed the adventurous woman as she moved silently behind her, her hand moving silkily across her exposed arm once again. The woman’s words struck something within Cal. What was it that she wanted? Well, that answer was simple enough; sex. Hot, rough, sex. She gasped, the feel of her fangs’ on her neck. That, right there, was the reason she didn’t sleep with humans anymore. They couldn’t bring enough pain into the mix of things. Their teeth could puncture the flesh, mingle the scents that drove her wild; one could even say frenzied. ”This, that, you.” she said, lifting her hand to brush the leather-clad arm that was attached to the tempting beauty who was just waiting to sink her extended teeth into the pristine neck, it seemed. And, Cali was just waiting for that herself, or she’d be the first to bite.