YOU&ME&THEDEVIL MAKES T H R 3 3 ---------open!!

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It was a pleasant evening for the female vamp to take a quiet stroll. On most cases, she'd prefer to have company beside her to have a conversation, but tonight she was alone. Her thirst had been quenched by a young female only moments before. Miss B hadn't left her dead though, she'd been only taking as much as their bodies could offer before blacking out lately. Just a little bit of niceness on her part, it seemed. Although there was the times she tended to slip up in her actions, and to be quite honest, it didn't bother her all that much.

She glanced down at her painted nails, the polish only on the top of her nail in a crescent shape, her tip left naked. How she remembered when these were in style, what marvelous times.

Her bare legs nearly glowed in the moonlight, their paleness illuminated, the long coat falling over her washed out shorts. Red booties covered her feet, and she wore a tank top with embroidered roses that peeped through the front of her, the coat open and hugging around her small body.

She considered making her way to central park for a more natural view, but instead kept herself on the concrete streets, away from the night scene however. This said one was rather quiet, the only sounds being those of the city itself.

The silence was broken however, by a car engine closing up on her from behind. She glanced behind her to see an ever familiar car. God this bastard was getting a tad annoying. He was an investigator, hired, as Ruby guessed by a family of someone she didn't have the self control to stop her feeding before.. well, you know, no more thump thump in the heart area. But every time this fellow followed her around she merely bent his mind and went on her way. But seriously, mind bending only lasts so long, and it was really getting redundant!

"You're under arrest miss," he vocalized, getting ready his handcuffs, his voiced laced with some sort of male sympathy that they gave to women. As if they weren't capable in committing crimes like men, as if they deserved pity. Ha! She would rather him throw her face first into the hood of his car, like any other criminal. Enough of this sweet talk.

So what was a girl to do about this little nit? Well, she was only left with one other option. "Oh really, officer?" she said sweetly, walking towards the man in uniform slowly, swaying her hips a bit, making him believe all was well. Ruby never liked to use mind control too much, it killed the fun in playing with people when you made them predictable, so instead she just made him lust for her, although his mortal instincts were telling him to get the fuck away from this predator. Before he could sort the situation out properly for his own good, Ruby had him against the wall, her paces quick in even he heels, graceful from the years in practicing with them.

In moments, his neck was snapped, already dead. But Ruby had only taken so much from the teenage girl before, and relished in his blood until she was satisfied. No one was really around that she knew of, so she didn't bother making it discreet. A cold stiff body now hung on the wall, some blood stains having gotten on the brick on which the body had it's weight on. Ruby held it there with one hand pressed to the man's chest, his head slumped forward as she searched her purse for a napkin to wipe her mouth with, damn messes! She'd have to re apply her lipstick after she got rid of this corpse.

So she proceeded to do just that, letting the body slump to the ground, then grabbing his hands and shuffling backwards into the alley was not far from where the kill took place. It almost looked silly, the way she had maneuvered herself, her general appearance cute and chic, just casually shuffling a dead body into an alley way. One hoist of her shoulder and the man was in the nearest dumpster. With any luck, the man would be on the next garbage barge by morning.

With a contented sigh, she made her way out of the alley, glad she was completely full and had gotten rid of an annoyance. Fishing through her purse to find that lipstick and compact mirror. She found it in no time, and simply stood with her lips puckered, painting up her full kissers, contemplating on the small desire for a celebratory cigarette.

770 words, and outfit such as this and with tunes like marilyn manson makes for this post here. and another thing, open to all, idc, I just need to get this charrie rolling a bit! don't be shyyyy!

[lucyloo]

She stormed out of the front doors to the busy streets of New York, her footsteps making more of an impact on the pavement than needed. She needed to be more polite?! No. She didn’t. She was, who she was. And she wasn’t about to change her whole attitude and outlook, just because of one pigheaded goon. She heard the doors re-open and someone shout to her in the distance. But she didn’t pay any attention, she had made clear what she wanted, and how she wanted it done. If they weren’t going to do it for her, than she would find someone else who would.

She made her way through the last trails of people, scattered around on the sidewalks, to a crosswalk. Acting as if it mattered, she stopped, and waited for the sign on the other side of the street to change. She shoved her hand in her jeans pocket and rummaged around until she found her cigarettes. She took one out, lit it, and shoved the pack back into her pocket. Inhaling swiftly and sharply, she got stares of people that obviously thought that smoking was repulsive. She shot some looks back while finishing off the source of her addiction. Too bad it didn’t give her cancer.

She strutted herself across the street, keeping her mindset that she still had to quench her thirst, before she got out of hand. Lucy veered around numerous corners, eyeing up different alleyways, seeing if any night-stalkers were lurking around. The only downside to feeding off of someone like that, their blood had more of a metal taste to it. More from the overuse of drugs, they were bound to explode sometime. So wasn’t she just making it easier for them?

She maneuvered herself into the alleyway and pulled out a victim at random. The rest scampered out the opposing side, as soon as they saw their companion being lifted out of their ‘circle’. She slammed his head back into the brick wall, while holding a distance from him.

She lifted her opposing hand and eyed her nails. Short. Lower than the skin. She hated the hassle of long nails from the get-go. She dropped it, and acted quickly. Screamers, were so annoying. She sank her teeth into his neck, above his pulse. Draining him until he was a lifeless corpse, almost as pale as she was. She wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, removing any blood that was left over. She took the man, and threw him into the dumpster with a thundering bang.

She closed the lid of the dumpster itself and leaped on top of it. She gripped onto numerous window ledges, pulling herself farther up the side of the building. She flung herself over the top ledge, eyeing the rest of the people wandering the street nearby. She sat herself on the ledge, legs crossed, like she was being judged for a prize.

Lucy kept looking up and down the street, watching the couples pass by. Some families were still even out. Had they not taken the warning about the things in the dark? She laughed to herself, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She watched as some officer attempted to ‘arrest’ another female. Lucy smiled and was intrigued by the performance she put up. She couldn’t help but watch as she tossed the body into the nearby alleyway, and then continue on her way. As soon as she passed by Lucy’s direction, she couldn’t help but blurt out, ”Nice Kill.”

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Ruby pursed her lips once, making other movements with then in her compact mirror a bit, mots of them absurd looking. She was then satisfied with her job, now having a simple red lipstick lining her puckers sharply, but perfectly. It was just something she was notorious for, she supposed. But really, she'd been at it since she was 14... and that was a very very long time ago. Old habits die hard.

She flipped her hair, splaying her hands to the front of her coat to flatten out any disgruntled cloth before she made her way forward on the concrete. Her pumps clicking the few steps as she went. Ruby was in no way a squeamish man dependent pretty girl.... no. No she just liked to look good, and took strides to make she she did. Was she a 'girly-girl'? Certainly! One that could take a punch and be in the most bile of situations without a flinch. She got what needed to be done and didn't ask questions. She was all for gender equality and would definitely call herself a feminist... You don't need to reject bra's and crop your hair to be one, you know. That was just silly. Ruby could kick ass with her heels on, so those tomboy girls could suck it.

She'd grown up in the era where women were in fact trophy wives. Although, granted, the media puts a spin on the times of the 30's and 50's. It wasn't that husband's didn't love their wives, it was just.... the general culture of the times. Luckily, though, that had changed, because Ruby didn't think she could bare being stuck in a long skirt making pie. Hell, she was already well on her way to not being even IF she hadn't been turned. She vividly remembers finding her father's magazines as a teenager, relishing in the, what was then scandalous and revealing. She missed those days, though, how the media portrayed sex, even in men's magazines was so much more classic and refined, you opened up Playboy and it was chic and elegant.

However, those days were over, and now it was just an in your face anorexic vision of sexy. Quite disgusting and not tasteful. But what could one to besides hope culture changed?

She walked a few more steps before she remembered her little cigarette craving. Might as well light up now then later. And so she did, exhaling smoke as she held the roll of paper between her middle and index fingers, a lovely red stain from her lipstick appearing on the orange filter. Marlboros. She had Lars Trell to thank for her smoking habit, not to mention the addiction to the specific breed of tobacco product. She'd smoked before she met him, but never as often as she did now, and never Marlboros.

She caught herself dazing, just remembering things, her hand had already dug out the clanking dog tags out from under her clothes, its long chain draping below her breasts where her rib cage met. Her fingers just played with it as she thought of him. God she had to stop doing that. Fuck. Her footsteps had been stopped a few moments ago. The cigarette burned in her hand, having not been hit on since the first time.

Before long though, a voice brought Ruby out of her memories. She didn't startle to it, only glanced down at the dog tags and puffed once more on her cigarette before glancing up. "Why thank you," she announced as if it was nothing, Which, in her opinion it wasn't.

Ruby analyzed her with her face raised, wanting to assume it was a her. Not that she looked manly or anything, the.. whatever they were, had a slim figure, but cropped hair and more long and distinct features, lacking much curve. And this was New York. And Ruby didn't like to assume. Although if it was a boy, they were fairly pretty for their gender. But of course, if she was a chick after all, Ruby guessed she had a little something in common with her. Not the and androgynous part, but the fact that they were a little out of your normal description of beauty, the simple way they were assembled. Ruby quite liked it, she never had to strive to be unique and different, she already was. She could never win some beauty pageant, or be a professional model or anything, and not everyone thought she was attractive at all. But did that bother her? No, not in the least, because most of the people that did, did so in great amounts anyway, they appreciated her quirks as she did.

She still continued to finger the silver around her neck, rubbing the two plates together gently, taking another drag of her cigarette, "And you are?" she sent up as she exhaled white smoke out from her red lips. Her voice was nothing too special, it was actually quite high pitched and albeit nasally, cons to growing up in New York she guessed. It wasn't anything annoying, just not very sophisticated sounding.... but then again she was turned at the age of eighteen, so who could blame her now?

861 words, and outfit such as this and with tunes like mellowdrone makes for this post here. and another thing, eek sorry, i totally rambled.

[lucyloo]

Lucy pulled her legs up from the ledge, standing up on the concrete roof. It was one of the few that had that type, around this area. Most of them had shingle roofs, with that latex-y sealant shit that got somewhat liquefied when it was too hot outside. She took a few steps back, eyeing the impact she would face if she just leaped off the side of the building. Not to say she hadn’t done it before.

She walked to the side of the building, and started back down. Ledge by ledge. She went down about three ledges and jumped off the side, hitting the ground with little impact. She brushed off her shirt and pants, both sides, making sure that no dust or anything that would annoy her was stuck onto it.

She wandered around to the front of the building, and leaned against the wall. “oh, I’m Lucy. Lucy Kartreight.” She glanced across the street, seeing if anyone was around to see or hear their ‘conversation’. Most of the people were at home, out of the reach of what was roaming the streets that evening. Pity, it took most of the fun out of what she planned to do tonight.

She sighed slightly and inhaled sharply, taking in the smell of the cigarette along with the night air. She switched her eyes from the street, down to the ground. She began to ‘shuffle’ her feet, kicking a few stones back the way she had came from.

She spaced out, something she had been doing a lot of lately. Her mind sent her to when she had visited Morgan, in Ireland. She wasn’t very fond of the country itself, but if it allowed her to see a friend like him, she would learn to cope with it. She was flushed back into reality with the sounds of screeching tires in the distance. Stupid teenagers, didn’t know how to drive, even if their life depended on it. “And yourself?”

ooc: I haven’t been up to posting lately, excuse the shortness. x.x

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Introductions like the Bond. James Bond. How funny. Ruby took a hit off her cigarette before raising her icy blue eyes to the platinum blonde she-vamp in front of her. Interesting. Her accent hailed from somewhere in England, as did her surname. Don't ask how Ruby could guess on the surname. Kartreight just sounded very European. seventy plus years on the face of the earth and you came to know such things as a little quirky side note, she guessed. She wondered how much information her eternal mind could possibly store? Or was it endless? It wasn't like her memory was loosing itself with old age or anything, her mind was just being stuffed with new material. No trouble was needed in keeping track of it though. Those sorts of things puzzled her greatly.

Ruby glanced down at the females seemingly nervous or bored 'tick' so to speak. The shuffling distracting her from her finger movement and cigarette. Once her attention was brought back up, Ruby mindfully tucked the long chain and dog tags back within her coat and under her shirt, the cool metal resting again on her equally cold skin.

"Ruby,"

[/color] she announced lightly with a closed smile. One arm was pulled around her front, tucked under the elbow that was attached to the arm and wrist that held the cigarette lazily, white smoke wafting through the dark air before red lips bet the butt again. "Ruby Monroe,"[/color] she said again, "But many make pet names," [/color]she shrugged, trying to spark up some little conversation, "B's the most common and favored."[/color] Only some people called her Roo, but really, she rather not be called the same name as the joey from Pooh's Great Adventures... Kanga and Roo, oh yes.

One more large drag of her cigarette and it was done for. Ruby held the smoke in her lungs for longer than usual before expelling it with a sigh through her mouth. Flicking the butt down as the breath left her lips.

"So,"[/color] she said rolling her eyes a little, almost in a smug fashion as she turned back to Lucy. It wasn't that Ruby was a brat... she was just, that sort of girl? She held herself highly, but not in intention to feel inferior over others. She jsut didn't allow herself to be small to make others feel large. Or comfortable, really. One of her downfalls. However, she was inviting, considering she enjoyed the company of others, and was one of the loyalest friend's you could meet, she had many. Making friends, as it were, was not a terribly hard thing for miss Ruby. Despite her slightly aloof manner, she was very endearing.

"What are your plans for this evening?"[/color] she asked with her brows slightly raised, shifting her purse around her shoulder a bit, "I was planning to go to this new club. I know the DJ,"[/color] she said offhandedly, trying not to brag, "He'll put out each of our own personal play lists on if I sweet talk him a bit?"[/color] She smiled not sounding too inviting, but adding just enough so it didn't seem like it was some pity invite... which it wasn't. B was in no was dressed for a proper night club, what with jean shorts and such, else she would have caught a rave. But this one, was more of a late night cafe-club. Hard to explain, but it had a more relaxed atmosphere. Or so she heard.

It might have been a little soon to invite this chick anywhere, but Ruby really didn't wish to stand around on the streets all night. It wasn't like she couldn't find some lie to leave if the girl came out to be a complete fool, freak, or bore fest. But hell, Ruby never passed up a risk.
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628 words, and outfit such as this and with tunes like marilyn manson makes for this post here. and another thing, it's okaaay.

[lucyloo]

Lucy pressed the back of her heels against the start of the brick wall. She never could keep doing that for long, it got on her nerves. She wasn’t really doing anything tonight. Just lurking around random places, looking for a thrill kill. She would usually be doing something more productive, but not tonight. She needed some variety, even if it meant doing absolutely nothing. “Oh, not much. Just wandering around.” She only then, realized how stalker-ish that sounded. Someone just ‘wandering around’ New York City? Yeah, that pretty much only called for a stalker label.

She knew a DJ huh? That was pretty cool. She could go with her, Ruby seemed pretty ‘chill’ to be around. Unlike most of the people Lucy ran into. Jumping all around like someone shoved a sparkler up their ass. Yes, she needed some friends like that, but not all of them. She needed to keep an even balance. Some friends that she could go destroy the city with, and some that she could take a walk with. Different friends, for different moods she had.

She placed her hands in her pockets, folding her elbows somewhat into her sides. “Sounds like fun.” She tacked on a slight smile at the end of the sentence, “Sure I’ll tag along.”

It had been a while since she’d been to a club, actually. She’d been fairly busy with work and tour. She barely found any time to breath, let alone get some time to herself, that involved the outside world. Even though she hadn’t been ‘out’ in a while, didn’t mean that she didn’t have a ‘wild side.’ The more she thought about that line, the more cheesy it sounded.

She sighed slightly, realizing that her breath had that foggy effect to it, when it was exhaled into the night. It didn’t seem that cold, then again it never did. She stepped forward slightly, allowing Ruby to lead the way.

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

Chestnut strands rolled through fingers, twirling locks as she sat on the chair to the vanity in her bedroom, looking blankly in the mirror as she let her thoughts wander. The grumbling continued to bellow in her tummy, but that didn't mean she was going to go out of her way that night to let her feeding time be more sacrificial than they usually were. She would return with an offering and continue onward from there. She did rather enjoy the little show and tell with Shaden that night, and all in all, though things had wavered from the normalcy of things, she did managed to pull past the hardship.

Finally she was knocked out of her blankness, lifting green hues to the mirror and running a brush over partially glossed lips and putting on the finishing touches. She really enjoyed New York Night life when there was nothing better to do. It wasn't as if she was going to swallow up all of Shaden's time and see him each and every night.

Tonight she could go out and have a bit of fun and let Shaden do his own thing. They hadn't been completely open to each other about what their relationship had been, even though she was unclear on whether or not they were dating, it didn't mean her devotion to him would fade over night. Impossible. At least with her anyway.

She rose, the dress showing beautiful slender legs, arms visible and hands taking up the small purse. She did love dressing up and making herself all dolled, it was a girly thing that never slipped from her body, and she was quite proud of the fact that she had good taste. Maybe another reason why she had thought about changing careers.

It didn't take her long to get there, the walk was soothing, not to mention good for her figure. Though she could go through her entire life without seeing a vampire go from skinny to fat and think sometimes that but what if? What if she was the first of all of them to eat and eat and eat and get fat? Even though she could't eat normal food, she had the appetite for blood that no fat person could ever outdo her with.

"Oh..." She started in that low husky and alluring tone as she looked eyes up to the large man standing out front. "So this is what the fuss is all about hmmm?" She bit her lower lip gently, hearing the music thump loudly from all the way out of the doors. So he wasn't the brightest or the most handsome, but he did his job all the same. And his job at the moment had been to let her past that rope. Already fingers were unclasping the hook and opening the entry for her. She smiled and thanked him. No tip for him tonight, keeping his life had been tip enough. Then again, he did smell pretty nice and she wouldn't mind eating once more. A smirk, devious and yet gentile had slithered over her lips, shoes leading the path to a silenced click and everything had become so open to her.

Americans. Mortals. They were all so fascinating that it was nearly hard to contain. Still, after so many years they had steadily come to this. Admittedly, the places had consisted of Zurich, Amsterdam and of course Germany. She would never admit the latter, seeing as how her people were against them and their beliefs on other religions, which, consisted of her own by common law, the blood running through her veins, and yes, she would never say it aloud.

She could dance, move through the crowd and lose herself in it. She knew it would only be a matter of time before some lamer came to ask her if she wanted to dance. She was simply going shopping for some take out. Better to try the goods before making a choice and becoming flooded with disappointment.

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Ruby nodded, smiling a pleased grin at Lucy's agreement to tag along. With a little dip of a courtesy in her pivot, Ruby was turned around and stomping down the New York side walk with her usual swagger, heels clacking against the cement in a blissful beat. Her hands found their way inside her blazer pockets, needing somewhere to shove them as she walked with her back upright. Assuming Lucy was close Ruby didn't say a word. She was more or less trying to think of what to say, really, a little pout on her lips as she did so. There was always the cheap conversation about music, she guessed, and figured she'd take that route for the time being until they reached the club not more than three blocks away. The mere agility as a vampire, however, made her steps much swifter than your average Jo, regardless of how much ground she could cover.

Even with her being short, Ruby was long legged, short waisted, a common occurrence for the time of her birth, unlike this Lucy, who had a much taller and slender physique, that of a modern model. Ruby wasn't one to be jealous, though, she rather enjoyed her curves that accompanied her body type. She couldn't say the same for Lucy, however. But to each their own, not much you could do about it, now was there?

"So," Ruby piped up, getting the thought from before back on her mind,
"What's your first request going to be? I certainly have no idea." Rub was fretting then, whether or not the club would be busy. She was thinking now it was some special night, she was now thinking it was almost positive it was. And she was in no way dressed for raving. A sigh escaped her lips. Well, she was wearing boy shorts, and this shirt was long enough to be a dress... a club dress at least. She felt better then, figuring that's just what she'd have to do, take off her shorts... However ballsy that may sound, she would do it if she didn't exactly fit the scene.

By the time they had reached the building, it was made clear to Ruby she'd be having to do just that. With a frustrated sigh, and a glance at the growing line, Ruby hovered at a stand briefly before turning back to Lucy and grinning showing off her fangs,
"Like fuck I'm waiting in that! Follow me," she said, before setting off into the side alley. She was met with a door, a little plaque held the name of the club clearly printed on it. The back door, were employees went in and out. Locked, of course, from the outside. But that was no trouble. Ruby just simply braced herself on the floor and yanked. Tada!

The pumping music coursed through her ears loudly, uncomfortable at first before they adjusted to it. Ruby made a few turns and then darted up some stairs, opening the lonely door at the top. The disk jockey turned his head to see who'd entered, a pleased smile overtaking his face once he saw who it was. He greeted Ruby with a blunt, "Why the fuck are you up here?" and Ruby just smiled back, "I have a friend here, Lucy, who wants to put in a song request, and you, my lovely Derek, need to watch my purse and pants while I go dance to it." He then proceeded to laugh, raising his eyebrows at Lucy, the array of knobs and computers surrounding him, waiting for her request as Ruby shimmied off her jacket and denim shorts, setting her purse down by them in the corner. She adjusted her black boy shorts, well matched with lace on the edges like her long shirt, and tucked out her dog-tags. She teased her hair a bit and checked her make-up, waiting for the okay to head back down.

649 words, and outfit such as this and with tunes like marilyn manson makes for this post here. and another thing, whooo had to rush by with that one xD

[lucyloo]

She followed behind Ruby, a few feet behind, but keeping perfect pace. Too bad Luce wasn’t wearing the ‘normal’ attire to a club like the one she guessed they were going to. Jeans and a t shirt. Her best friend, and her worst enemy. Well, she could always transform it herself. Make it more, accepting or ascetically pleasing to the eye.

She toyed with the pocket of her jeans, “Something fast paced, obviously. But I don’t know specifically.” She would probably just spit out something that came into her mind at the given moment, that’s what she usually did. And this time it wouldn’t be any different.

Her grip tightened at the bottom of her plain black t shirt as they rounded a couple of corners. If she was going to fix this problem, it was going to have to be fixed now. She stopped a few feet behind and tore the denim of her jeans from her knee; making them a pair of wanna-be shorts. She tore more, until they were at the middle of her thigh, afraid that if she tore any higher she wouldn’t be able to make them half presentable. She started flaring them, on the sides and folding the bottoms under the base of the denim. It wasn’t the best job, then again it was a nightclub. No one would truly see the hack job that she had done.

She returned her pace, catching back up with Ruby before she entered the club from the back door. The door shut behind Lucy and the music set unbearable until her senses returned to their normal capacity. She entered keeping her in eyes view before starting to shred at her shirt. The sleeves having four separate pieces of fabric on them, the front being stripped at the bottom, leaving the V-neck the way it was. Her porcelain skin illuminated by the flashing lights further into the club.

Lucy caught back up with Ruby as she was shuffling up the stairs. Her mind was racing with song titles, along with their respected artists, faster than she had expected. Her mind was like an itunes store, ironic how she despised that thing. Her eyes coaxed over the computers in front of him, “Scandalous by Cobra Starship.” Her lips pursed at the words that spat from her mouth, she didn’t even like them all that much, yet she requested them!? Whatever, it was a song to dance to, so who could really complain?

The taste for alcohol nipped at her throat as she looked over the mortals dancing in circles and mashed together groups. Their sent bouncing off one another along with their pulsing blood. Her senses heightened as she sorted out a sent of one of her kind. Her lips remained pursed as she followed behind as they made their way to the ever growing mob of people.

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

The place wasn't completely her scene, but of course she did need a night out to unwind from the incredible pressure she was feeling in her stomach. Her appetite since meeting Shaden that night int he park had grown incredibly, and her rituals had started to change. She needed to go off the boundary of things and have her food on the go. Which was rather fun when one really didn't have to try. It made her life a little bit easier.

It took her a bit to settle in. The overpowering thrust of the music. Bodies moving about smelling so sweet and enticing her senses to choose and choose wisely. A nice little sensation that overwhelmingly captivated her. Blood, music and bodies. Some of their more sordid collections hadn't been to her taste, but it had seemed that the mortals enjoyed it very much, which only made their blood thicken in the wake of alcohol and sex crazed minds. Easy. Slim pickins.

Finally she had given in to one who had so openly asked her to dance. She had a keen eye on him after about twenty minutes after her arrival. She gladly took his hand and followed him through the small crowd that gathered around that area. Moving along with him and laughing on occasion after he managed to spin her around a couple of times. She was enjoying it, or at least she had made sure she had.

Not only was he incredibly handsome, of course not as beautiful as her Shaden, but his blood had smelled incredibly divine. It made her want to move close to him and take in his scent. Oh that hunger was often way too much to handle, but the night didn't call for anything less than her comforting efforts. After all, it wasn't as if she had to push her way into a man's view. She wasn't vain, but she knew she had graceful looks.

Finally he had asked her. Asked her if she wanted to sneak up to the top and look down on everyone else. She knew that what he really wanted to to make out and put his devious hands all over her body. Now, she couldn't allow that now could she? But she nodded yes and he took her hand, letting him lead her toward the darkest portion of the club.

They never made it up the stairs behind the curtain. She had pushed him against the wall, focusing on everything around her in case budding eyes decided to lay sight to her actions. Fangs moving out and plunging into the crook of his neck and draining him with a pressured pull. Hands clasped against the indent behind elbows, making his skin press hard against the wall and slowly enjoying how his life had been slipping away.

Now her face would be ruined and there was a body. Sometimes she just couldn't help herself. She was so impatient. Greedy. But sometimes it's all you could do to indulge yourself in sinful delights that was now apart of her culture. Drain the innocent and the guilty, and remain hidden in the shadows. Tonight she had done so, but there was a body.

Easily stashable under the steel frames to the left of her. Push him in and tuck the curtain so he couldn't be seen. Yes. A lovely idea indeed. All that was left was fixing her face, lifting the compact and making sure she had cleaned up with no visible trace of blood. It felt as if her entire body was replenished. Glowing and loving the feel of the man's blood running through her veins. As if she had been set loose for a short amount of time. moving out to the crowd and reuniting with her dancing queen.