Night in the Life

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante was sitting at a tall table, atop a tall stool, in a fancy bar on the island of Manhattan. Plenty of tall tables set up on the hard wood floor surrounded by hard wood panels and big screen TVs. There was plenty of chatter as the night venue was packed with tasty mortals looking to take a bite out of their busy day. As he sat in their midst Dante could taste them on his tongue, and each time he savored a new scent it sent shivers down his spine. Oh how glorious and invigorating it was to feel the red, hot blood pouring down his throat. What must it have been like to be alive and not experience such an orgasmic thrill in something as humble as 'eating?' Some mortals said they'd eaten something that'd 'tickled' them, but the blood... just thinking about it made him lick his fang behind his closed lips. It was enjoyable thinking about it. Dante yearned to feel the tension, the coiling sensation in his gut, the desire to spring out of his chair and haul one of the pretty mortals into the night... he loved charging right out toward the abyss and stopping himself at the edge. You know what they said, if you looked into the abyss long enough it would look back into you. He was death incarnate, and not to put others down for being all depressed over having died, but Dante didn't give two shits. Being a Vampire was the best thing that'd ever happened to him--and only remembering the last year in any detail meant that was very much true literally and figuratively. There were one or two 'Supers' in the bar with him. Every so often they caught one another's eye. Dante smiled at them. They continued on with their evening. Hey, live and let live. Plenty of tasty ones to go around, right? Dante was trying to leave them alive when he was done, so it wasn't a loss of stock if anyone was worried. Trying, though, was the key word. There were still... complications. It was hard to let go, sometimes, as well. The waitress circled back around and looked at the empty glass before him. "You doing okay?" Such a sweet, endearing thing. Her tight top provided for the customer's enjoyment wasn't hard to miss either. "Another. Please." "Alright. Just let me know if you need a cab, all right?" Attentive. A good waitress then. He'd already had three. The contents ended up in front of someone else, of course, but Dante couldn't take up space and not pay the owner of the fine establishment. They'd get upset. The vampire simply nodded with a smile on his lips. If he spoke too often his fangs could snap out just staring at her youth and beauty and vibrant, rich blood... No, best if he kept his mouth shut. Unless she happened to be going off shift soon. His eyes fell shut as he drew in a long inhale of the young woman's lingering scent and perfume. It was a shame he didn't have any one to enjoy the moment with. No one willing to talk about how absolutely mouth watering this place was. They could talk about the sports too, of course. Didn't matter to him. Frankly, however, being so young and not raised properly--assuming there were rules about creating young vampires--left him a bit interested in things other supernaturals might find mundane. 'Everyone knows that...' Someday he'd find the right person to talk about the ins and outs. For now, he'd enjoy hearing, feeling, and tasting the mortals around him. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 632 Tag: Kaia Veron Note: Hope this provides opportunity or motive to engage!

[Kaia Veron]

It had been one hell of a long day, and Kaia was a mess. Both physically, and mentally... though that was nothing new. Her extracurricular activities didn't leave any room for cleanliness or lack of mental capacity. Hell, she practically killed for a living. It was inevitable. She'd managed to give herself enough time to get home and shower, rinsing the very grime of death from her hair and her body. It felt good, the hot water cascading over her aching muscles. It had been entirely too long since she'd given herself some time to rest. She felt she needed to keep herself going constantly, or the consequences would be... messy.

She's heard news of a new bar opening, and though that wasn't generally her scene, she thought it would be a good idea to check it out. When something new and different came to town, she'd found there was always a nice assortment of... entertainment, to say the least. She'd been in New York long enough to pick up on the habits of the men in this city, and much to her delight they were particularly easy. Just how she liked them. Easy to toy with; Easy to kill... well, should she find the timing right. She didn't always need or want to kill them, sometimes she'd just find herself with an itch that so desperately needed to be scratched.

It didn't take her long to make her way to the club, and she could hear the music thumping from nearly two blocks away. The wait line was incredibly long, however, and though to any normal female on a Friday night this may cause a bit of dismay, Kaia had the utensils to get herself inside; and she had every intention of using them.
The way her hips swayed as her heels made contact with the cold, hard concrete beneath her was almost devious. Bringing her hands to her shirt, she quickly unfastened the top two buttons on her rather snug oxford, allowing her skin to pop through rather noticeably. Her jeans, which hugged her hips in all the right places, were just a little too low.. and incredibly suggestive. And as she made her way to the bouncer, it was clear that all eyes were on her. Exactly as they were supposed to be.

She'd barely managed to get herself in the presence of the rather large man, and she's hardly had to bat a lash before he opened the rope, allowing her full access to the club. She heard a line of grumbling women behind her, obviously infuriated with the fact that she was allowed inside and they were not.

"Hey," She heard the bouncer speak to the crowd behind her, his voice was deep and commanding as he spoke, "Sex sells it, ladies."

And she took that as her cue to spin on her heel, turning to face the women as she winked rather maniacally before she turned to enter the club.

Walking inside rather hastily, the first thing she noticed was how bright it was. She was used to dark lighting, fog machines and incredibly bad music. But she'd found herself rather fond of this place right away. And that was besides the fact that it was crawling with incredibly attractive men and women. It was like her own personal buffet, and anything she wanted was there for the taking. She found herself lingering in the doorway for the next few minutes. Scouting out the place. Silently evaluating it before she decided upon her next move.


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[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante was starting to feel that itch he couldn't scratch. With a little help from his vampiric gifts, the man garbed in a leather coat and blue jeans rose to his feet faster than most mortal men should, but not enough to scream "freak." His left foot pressed back against a support bar that held the thing together and gave it a gentle shove behind him. One of two men doubled over with the sudden appearance of the stool in his gut. Momentary distraction. Shooting pain. Queasy knot. Shortness of breath. It'd pass in moments. Now, the other man bringing a stake up in his right hand, about to draw all sorts of attention to the set, was more of a problem right now. Dante stepped forward while deflecting the arm. He reached around the gentleman and spun him about so they could have an intimate little hug, the man's back pressed against his chest. The vampire smiled for the recovering partner. His lips dropped low over his "friend's" neck. They parted slowly and the fangs just barely crept out beneath his upper lip for the other man to see and no one else. Private showing. Invitation only. "Delicious," he murmured. Dante could hear the man's heart beating. Smell the adrenaline. Heavenly. "Why don't you do us all a favor and leave?" His pale blues shot up to the man still under his own control, breath in his lungs again. "Before something nasty happens." With a little shove, Dante sent his "friend" into the arms of his partner and waited for them to move through the crowd toward the door. Just to make sure they didn't do something really stupid he followed several steps behind them. It was such a pleasant night. It would have been terrible if they'd ruined it by making everyone run away out of fear. The man stopped once the two disappeared around the corner, on the home stretch to safety. He began to turn back toward his table when a new scent caught his attention. Female. Wolf. A smile sprung on his lips. Perhaps those Hunters had been useful for something after all. Call him a sucker, but after his first contact with a real werewolf not afraid to assert her dominance, Dante'd grown nice and fond of their race. Other vampires might not approve, but he found their spirit enjoyable--even if they were really set on killing him. Slowly turning back toward the door, he sought the source of this new flavor. What he found did not disappoint. Kaia Veron was a pretty looker. Strange choice in clothes for the evening, but Dante wasn't a man of fashion; he could easily forgive her that if she held other, much more important attributes. He slipped through the crowd effortlessly, anticipating their movements. Strange how he'd taken his military training and unconsciously reapplied it to everyday life as a vampire. Every place could be a battlefield. The world was a warzone. Hadn't his first wolvish "friend" told him that? If those Hunters kept being a pest he certainly wouldn't disagree. "Evening," Dante smiled as he settled in close to Kaia so he didn't have to raise his voice too loud--though with her senses he might not even need to try too hard. "Care to join me?" A brief gesture at the open table off to the side, he offered her somewhere more comfortable to enjoy the view than in front of the hallway to the nearest exit. Dante would love if she stayed a while. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 617 Tag: Kaia Note: Party time.

[Kaia Veron]

Kaia inhaled deeply as if to take in everything around her. Indulging her senses, if you will. She could practically feel the people moving around her. Every little sound... every faint smell, she found it all so mesmerizing. It wasn't often that she'd gone out and thrown herself straight into the unforgiving hands of the New York nightlife, but when she did, she made damn well sure she had a great time doing it.

It seemed like she hadn't been there long at all, trying to decide where to carry herself first, before she heard the smallest of scuffles coming from clear across the other side of the bar. The room was so thick with busy moving bodies, that she couldn't quite make out what all the fuss was about, but a tiny grin tugged at the corner of her lips, causing her face to illuminate with amusement. She narrowed her eyes in the general directon of the squabble, hoping to get a better look.

For a moment, she'd managed to make out the outline of three men, one of them sending the another straight into the third man. Kaia fought to keep a small chuckle from escaping her lips as she watched the two men take off towards her, obviously making a b-line to the doorway. They looked absolutely petrefied, pushing through the door as though the building were on fire. She turned, slowly, watching them leave, and then quickly her attention was adverted to the man who had sent them running out. Much to her surprise, he was making his way towards her.

Evening, She couldn't help but give him a quick once over as he spoke, and she wasn't exactly subtle about it. She allowed her eyes to wander over him completely, taking in every detail of his appearance. He was incredibly attractive, she thought, and well dressed. So far, she was liking what she was seeing. Though it would appear there was a bit of a catch with this one. That incredibly potent burning sensation that shot through her nose with about as much fire as a burning sun. And though she was incredibly used to it, sometimes it still took her by surprise. She imagined she must have look awful silly grimmacing as his smell reached her nostrils. Care to join me?

As he signaled to a table no more than a couple of feet from them, a most charming smile overcame her lips, her eyes bright with interest. She answered him with a small nod, and took a few steps forward, leading them both to the table. She was seated in seconds, her left leg slung promptly over her right one as she sat sideways, though her upper body was turned towards the man who was now sitting across from her.

"So," Her English accent was faint as she spoke, tapping her fingers lightly upon the table top as she awaited the waitress who would surely be coming to ask them what they'd like to drink. If she didn't come soon, Kaia was afraid she may have to go raid the bar herself. "That was awfully slick of you, sending those slayers out of here like that. And without so much as a lick of attention from the crowd around you. How impressive." Her grin disappeared now, and was replaced by the smallest of smirks tugging at one corner of her mouth. Slayers? That may have been a stretch, as she'd never actually come across one who was worthy of such a title. From what she could tell, those men fell a little short as well.

She was both teasing and complimenting him now. The teasing was mostly for her own entertainment, so that she may size up his reaction of course. Something she found herself doing all too often. She personally felt it was the easiest way to get to know someone more thoroughly.. and also the easiest way to know how to speak to them. Kaia had a tendancy of being somewhat mouthy, and incredibly feisty. It was no fun for her if she was amongst company who couldn't appreciate her attitude. "My name is Kaia," She flashed him a wide smile, baring her perfectly aligned pearly whites as she lolled her head in the slightest bit. "Lovely to meet you."

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[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante tried not to show he'd noticed the faint distaste she'd displayed. He dismissed it as a werewolf showing their lack of vampire, but the way she recovered caused him to ignore it'd ever happened. He didn't care what other thought of him, just as long as they didn't try treading on him. He was a vampire that didn't give a shit if you were the Queen of Sheba, no one made eternity a hellhole for him. The man followed the lady, having little chance to be polite and help her into the seat. That was all right, he wasn't all on being a Gentleman--though if the occasion called for it he'd answer. His own posture was straight up in the recovered stool, hands clasped on the table between them as his pale blues looked out at the beauty across from him. You know, while not being able to have kids might be a bummer--might--Dante did have to admit being able to feel up anyone he wanted without risk of unintended consequences was pretty damn nice. He wouldn't get ahead of himself, however; Sombra had made it clear Werewolves and Vampires didn't always get along. He had high hopes otherwise, but wasn't fooling himself. A small smile turned his lips up with Kaia launching into a compliment regarding the recent excitement. "Don't get me wrong," Dante smirked for a moment, "I'm no pacifist. I just didn't want them ruining the mood." If they'd been alone, out of sight of the public, Dante would have merrily disposed of the less experienced predators looking to take on something outside of their league. Kaia, he mentally repeated, filing her name away for reference later. A very pretty Werewolf that wasn't immediately hostile toward Vampires. Could be useful information in the future. "Dante," he replied with a slight nod of his head. He extended his right hand out across the table if Kaia would like him to kiss her hand, but he wouldn't be offended if she refused. "Pleasure's mine. Come here for a fun night?" Dancing? Music? Alcohol? Everything? The rest of the crowd was just back noise as he kept his attention fixed on Kaia, his new acquaintance and company. Not that his senses weren't keeping an ear out for more trouble, but the pretty lady was so much more interesting. Perhaps Dante wouldn't need to continue pretending to drink alone. Doubtful he'd get any real drink from that lovely wrist, or gently sloping neck though. A man had to know where he was welcome; but the night was still young and he was an optimist. When the waitress happened by Dante reached out with his left hand to catch her attention. "Excuse me," his eyes reluctantly slipped from Kaia's face to that of the pretty thing busied between tables. His attention returned soon enough, however, as he silently nodded his head toward Kaia for the waitress to take an order. Dante waited until Kaia ordered before chiming in, "On me." It was far more pleasing to be contributing his finances to this establishment to woo a woman than it was to merely maintain the illusion of being a customer. Might encourage her to linger longer if his scent wasn't all that pleasant. From his point of view Kaia smelt absolutely wonderful, but then he was biased. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 593 Tag: Kaia Note:

[Kaia Veron]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=3D3548] "The mood?" She practically snorted as she laughed in response to his words, which had successfully pulled her attention away from the lively crowd around her. "I doubt there is much anyone could do to take away from the hormone driven hope that the night might end in a quick fuck." Her attention was completely upon him now, as her eyes wandering aimlessly upon him. Might not be such a bad idea. She thought, and the smallest of smirks crept upon her face as her bright, vivacious gaze found his own. There are a good many of people, particularly those of Kaia's kind that disagreed with the fact that she interacted so closely with the vampire race. Not that she gave a shit. She despised most people equally, reguardless of whether or not they sucked you dry or tore you limb for limb. She'd had her fair share of both, and honestly, she wasn't too particular about any of them. She watched with interest as he extended his hand across the table. Introducing himself as Dante. It suited him, she thought. She didn't take his hand however, but noted that he didn't seem particularly put off by it. Which was good, she supposed. She preferred company that wasn't incredibly touchy. There was no room for that in her presence. "A fun night? She laughed lightly, an airy, captivating laugh. "It's been a long time since I've had any fun. I'm not sure I'd know how." She admitted, a sour look making an appearance over her features, but only for a second. It was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. Kaia spent the majority of her days... well, partaking in activities that would be of particular disintrest to the rest of society. Though it didn't bother her much, considering a job was a job. She did what she needed to to survive, and she wasn't exactly the remorseful type, anyway. "But I'm going to assume you might be able to be of some assistance." Another sly grin illuminated her dainty face, as she leaned to her right slightly. She was about ready to flag down the damn waitress, but this Dante fellow had beaten her to it. Touche. It wasn't exactly the classiest of places, so she could only assume they wouldn't have the classiest of liquors. Though she threw out her order anyway as a compromise, hoping they'd just bring her back something she could stomach. Her eyes darted quickly to Dante as she ordered, though she were watching for a reaction as the soft words fell from her lips. "Bottle of Scotch, please." Mmm, yes, an entire bottle. The night would surely get more interesting, if she had anything to do with it. "Single malt.. if you have it. Her tone had almost turned snooty, as if to say to the waitress If this place is good enough, you'll have it. He'd then said he would pay for her drink, and well, Kaia wasn't exactly the type to turn down such an offer. This brought another satisfied smirk to her face. If more people were like this guy, maybe she'd be more inclined to be friendly. Or have friends. Kaia's attention shifted from the pretty face of the man in front of her once again, and she looked to the petite waitress, who looked like she'd already had enough of this place. On a typical evening she would have made this girls life hell, making damn sure she was aware that Kaia was in control. However, she was feeling particularly... mellow, and decided against it. Besides, what kind of impression would that leave for this stranger she'd just met, and had offered to graciously to buy her drink? With a quick shake of her head, she waved the waitress away without another word. Sure, it may have looked rude, but at least she didn't tell the girl to get lost. Something she'd been known to do from time to time. "So, Dante," She started, her brilliant chocolate eyes practically glowing under the vibrant light of the club. "I'm here hoping to get incredibly wasted, not remember hardly anything I did tonight, and hopefully forget a ton of things that I did today." She spoke, nonchalantly as though her admittance held no significance. "How about you?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, though barely enough to have been noticed. She wondered, often, the motives of people like Dante. And though she wasn't exactly profiling, she couldn't help but wonder if he was here for a good time, or a meal. Hell, she herself had been known to lurk around pretentious night clubs from time to time looking for something... tasty. And though it wasn't always voluntary, she always felt the same in the morning. Insatiable. There are 801 words written especially for Dante.. mmm scotch.

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante's eyes were riveted on the woman as she looked him over, that small smirk teasing him. Sex. Blood. A fight. Hell, he could do any of it or all of it in a single night. The only shocking thing was how he managed to not flip out with all the delicious, warm bodies around him. It was a sinful, painful indulgence. He wasn't masochistic--that he knew of--but the rush... just sitting there got whatever it was keeping him alive pumping. Gods, maybe he was a demon pretending to be a Human, but Dante loved every minute of it. This wolf, he mused to himself, was definitely his type. Outgoing, forward, and not afraid of the other species. There might be a law against it, but Dante wouldn't have any problem having 'fun' with Kaia. Nothing matter more to Dante than having a good time. He was a Vampire! Why should he waste his time pretending to be a Human: find a job, pay your bills, watch TV. He was going to live the life he hadn't had before. Death couldn't touch him. Of course, in his former life as a Marina, he could have been the same way (might have been what got him nibbled on by another Vampire), but Dante didn't know or care. Now was all that mattered. It was sad to find out Kaia, being such a pretty wolf, said she didn't get to have any fun. She was right, though, he'd certainly be able to help... provided she was interested. What sort of 'help' would a wolf like her need? She was direct. Subtle, but mostly overt in her meaning. She laughed. Dressed in a manner most women didn't. Rogue? Rebellious. Individualistic. Liked clubs. Alcohol. A wolf. If not hunting down to snack on someone, perhaps Kaia would like to hunt one another somewhere private? A small smirk pulled at Dante's lips as the waitress rolled up. He couldn't help but imagine the sort of sex Kaia would enjoy. Or they could do something nonsexual. Something exciting. What sort of things interested a woman like her? Probably not the movies. Not a word from him at the order. If anything only the smirk grew and his eyes lidded while fixed on the fox sitting at his table. A bottle? Expensive. Didn't matter. Dante didn't have a job because he didn't need a job. He did whatever someone needed done, got paid, and killed people because he could for the rest. Bad people. Mostly bad, anyway. And while an optimist, of sorts, Dante figured if anyone on the planet didn't deserve a second chance it was your really mean and nasty Human. They put up a good fight at the end too. The dismissive gesture to the waitress didn't elicit a response from the Vampire across from Kaia either. Poor thing wouldn't deserve being eaten alive or assaulted, but a peevish customer was nothing unusual. Some things in life you just had to deal with it; those were the sort Dante didn't care about. Now if he found a waitress being manhandled then he might pay attention. Might be a past-life deal, or guilt from draining his would-be savior dry the night he was reborn. Quite a vivid memory that. Very delicious, his first. "I'm dead, but I can't help living life to the fullest," the man replied, following it with a genuine smile of affection toward the woman. Get drunk, party, forget; Kaia had a simple plan and it sounded fun--unless she got a hangover, but that was later, screw it. "I want to meet someone. Party. Taste life on my lips, and remember how fucking awesome it is." Dante dipped his head to one side for a moment. "Maybe I could help." Kaia wanted to have fun then who was he to argue? His pale blue eyes with a ring of darkness about them fixed on the she-wolf, planning all the possibilities the night could bring, "Tell me what you love to do at parties." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 705 Tag: Kaia Note: Party

[Kaia Veron]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=F4D7D7] His mind seemed to be working constantly, and it amused Kaia to no extent. She wondered what thoughts were floating around in his head, whether they be innocent inquiries, or that of the most devious nature. Either way, she was sure they were most entertaining. Though she often found that the not-so human mind was. She herself was almost always working on a constant mind overload, though tonight she'd made it her mission to relax. Chill out. Get incredibly obliterated. Never mind what it did to her body. She was incredibly good with dealing with hangovers, assuming she'd ever found herself with one. It didn't happen very often, which is why she felt herself so eagerly inclined to drink. This Dante character had been rather quiet, however. Looking to her with nearly lust filled eyes, and though she found it incredibly... pleasing, she'd also found that it didn't provide her with much substance to base her impression of him on. He didn't seem to mind that she was a wolfess, and that she was somewhat snappy and incredibly straight forward. She'd concluded that this was a good thing, but it also didn't rule out the fact that perhaps he was psychotic. Though using the same logic, she supposed he could think the same of her. Not to mention, if he was that could also make the evening a lot more.. enthralling... to say the least. She'd noted that he didn't order a drink, and she'd wondered if it was because he was going to share with her, sipping off of the bottle of sweet liquor that she'd ordered herself. Or if perhaps he wasn't much of a drinker. Either way, it didn't matter to her so long as he kept the conversation going and didn't bore her. Oh, how she hated boring people. He seemed to be quite alright with the idea of escorting her for the evening, however. And he hadn't even the slightest clue of what she had in mind. In fact, she hadn't had a clue, either. She was hoping the bottle would loosen her up even farther. Finally, she heard him speak, after the young waitress had left their table. She tapped her fingers lightly upon the wood table beneath her hands, in the most absentminded way. Her head was slightly lolled as he spoke, and she appeared to be hanging on to every word slipping from his mouth. "I want to meet someone. Party. Taste life on my lips, and remember how fucking awesome it is" his words caused her to bite into the brightest of grins, and when she blinked, her eyes lingered in their closed state for just a moment to long. "I like your style."

[/b] Her eyes sprung open as she spoke, her gaze fixated upon his almost perfectly chiseled features. "Parties.. let's see.."[/b] Her hand moved swiftly from the table top and made it's way to her chin, and suddenly she was tapping at her skin, her eyes rolling upwards as she was lost in thought. There were a good many of things she liked to do at parties. She liked to drink, but always keep in constant control of herself. It always helped to be a little tipsy around men. It made them so much more.. pliable. Men were one of her biggest hobbies, truth be told. Though she wouldn't tell Dante that. No, this man had far too much potential for her to ruin her chance of an adequate acquaintance.

So she settled for an answer that was more her style, and truth be told, a bit more honest than admitting that she had a thing for toying with men. "I get restless at parties, really."[/b] She dropped her hand from her face then, and laid it lightly in her lap. Falling quiet for a moment as she noticed the waitress returning rather hastily with a full bottle of the most golden, delicious poison. Offering the girl a smile before she disappeared, Kaia reached for the bottle quickly, not thinking twice before twisting off the top and pouring herself a shot. Within seconds she was gulping down a jigger of the burning liquid, her muscles contracting around the concoction as it burned it's way down her throat.

Mmmm, satisfying. She thought, a grin forming on her lips before she pushed the bottle towards Dante. "I tend to run off. Sometimes with someone I've persuaded to join me."[/b] She chuckled lightly, knowing full well her words could be used in nearly any context the mind could come up with. Though generally the night would end with a bit more satisfaction on her behalf, rather than her company. "But no matter. Parties aren't really my scene. This,[/b] She motioned to the people around her. The lovely array of human dancing and laughing everywhere. The mixed company of so many people, somewhat hopeless, living their lives the only way they know how. With liquor and music, and more than likely, sex and the comfort of knowing you'd not be alone for, at the very least, the rest of the evening.

"This is more my scene, I suppose. Besides, with booming nightclubs, comes the off chance you might meet someone you don't already know. And that they might actually be worth the time you've wasted while you're here."[/b] A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her pink pout, "Plus, I usually prefer to be out... hunting. Though it proves to be much more fun when you're drunk."[/b] A faint chuckle escaped her then, and it seemed most endearing, especially coming from her.
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[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante smiled when Kaia gave her approval. He figured she'd be the type that'd related. This one was in tune, and loved, her wild nature as much as he did his. Together they were a firestorm waiting to happen and, oh, look, plenty of tasty Humans all around. Not that they were reckless enough to take on a public venue. Perhaps they'd find a smaller group, block the front door, and have a real, slow party full of thrill and horror. One step at a time. Kaia went in on how she didn't like sticking around joints longer than it took to find someone to play with. What sort of play? Nothing a respectable and upstanding Human would approve of, he was sure. Just the sort of thing Dante liked. Their natures demanded sating certain hungers or lusts; neither Dante nor Kaia seemed particularly squeamish about enjoying the thrills those lusts provided. He reached out to pour some of the alcohol into his glass, the bottle slid in his direction. As Kaia finished describing her general nocturnal activities, the vampire lifted the glass before his lips and held it there for a moment. "I have to point out," another smile, a breath of the burnt contents, "we don't do food and drink well." Vampires, of course. They could drink, of course, but if Kaia was hoping they'd get drunk together that sadly wouldn't be the case. On a certain level, he wished he could taste her blood before the alcohol entered it, but he'd just have to hope they'd get into that taboo relationship some other time. Dante tipped the glass back and downed a shot of the fiery substance. His eyes closed and then snapped back open with a low hiss feeling the burn down his throat down into his belly. The glass clacked when he set it back on the table with a smirk on his lips again. "We get drunk other ways." So if Kaia felt like getting wasted she could always share the love with him. Otherwise they could find some Human and Dante could take a little nibble over their neck. Blood was where the real excitement was at. Kaia's choice, however, wasn't bad; didn't have the same kick he imagined a Human would get. Not able to get drunk, Dante couldn't relate, sadly. "Hunting," his dark haired head nodded slowly. "Seducing them can be fun, but I love a good hunt. Ever let them think they'd lost you, for a short time, and then grabbed them?" A quiet, low laugh shook his upper body ever so slightly. Poor little prey thought they'd escaped the big, bad predator only to get eaten. Okay, so he had sadistic tendencies at time. Dante didn't want the game to get boring. Change the rules up every once and a while. "So, we both came here," Dante glanced out at the crowd, "looking to relax and come away with something satisfying for a time. Something different." His eyes slowly swung back toward Kaia as a smile lingered on his lips. Something--someone--different. Look how they'd run into one another. They were perfect. Hopefully Kaia wouldn't leave the night without feeling she'd gotten her interest worth. Dante was looking forward to a few memories, himself. "You dance?" A little more of the whiskey hit his glass before he slid the bottle back over to Kaia. She deserved the greater share of the contents; she'd get the most enjoyment from it even if her metabolism might require more than a normal Human. Did it? Hanging out with a Werewolf wasn't exactly something he did often. Finding one not wanting to bite his head off was hard. "Wrong place for a rave," the vampire mused; a large body of people mindlessly bouncing around with people carried overhead and loud, mind-numbing music. Hell yes that was a great time. You could even get a bite to eat at the joint and not one damn person would notice (and they certainly wouldn't hear). ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 705 Tag: Kaia Note: What comes after the drink is the fun part.

[Kaia Veron]

Kaia's life as a werewolf had been a difficult and bumpy ride. A lot of her kind, practically forbade other Lycans from fraternizing with the enemy. The way Kaia saw it, she practically WAS the enemy, so where's the harm? She had no problem tearing some random, useless human from limb to limb. The way she saw it, she was doing them a favor, really. If she'd had someone to pull her out of this world quicker than she could have ever imagined, she probably would have been grateful. But it was a little too late for that. On the contrary, most of the time she felt bad about it the next day. But hey, there was quite literally nothing she could do about it. She'd made peace with that fact, and perhaps it was one in the same that caused her to come here tonight and get completely shit faced. She needed to forget. Or maybe feel better about doing it again. She wasn't quite sure yet.

I have to point out, His words pulled her from her thoughts. Though it felt like they'd more so saved her from them. Her mind was a dangerous place to dwell, and she wasn't particularly fond of spending time there. We don't do food and drink well. Oh, well if she had known that perhaps she wouldn't have been so quick to offer. Not that it was a waste of liquor. Well, not necessarily. She couldn't help but wonder, if he couldn't stomach liquor, or any other of lifes fine intoxications, how he did get drunk, and if it had anything to do with the very same actions he'd use to get a meal. "Oh.." She paused, her incredible and yet completely devious grin returning to her face before she continued to speak. "I'm sure you prefer to indulge other ways, yes?" Her eyes darted around the room rather noticeably, as she quite obviously motioned to the metaphoric cattle dancing around the room. "I can be quite persuasive you know.. It wouldn't take long to catch one of them." She chuckled then, and it sounded all too joyous, and to someone who simply didn't understand the complexities of it, they'd have thought she was completely mental. Though perhaps, that could actually be up for debate.

Reaching across the table, her slim fingers found their way to the bottle once more, and she was starting to get impatient with this shot glass. She wanted nothing more than to get a little tipsy, at the least. She always felt significantly more... loose that way, though her inhibitions were limited even when sober. She listened as he spoke, pouring herself another shot and downing it faster than it had taken her to pour it. And once the burning liquid had found it's way to her stomach, she poured herself another. "Let them think they'd lost me? No, no. I'm not a fan of false hope. It's a dreadful thing." Her words began to ring more solidly of that old english accent that she possessed somewhere deep down. It was something that had a tenancy of surfacing whenever she got drunk. Or angry. "I prefer to keep them scared shitless and hopeless." She nodded, before finishing off one more shot and then screwing the cap back onto the golden bottle. A satisfied smile overtook her perfect lips as her stomach gurgled without settlement for only a moment.

So we both came here, looking to relax and come away with something satisfying for a time. Something different. Kaia nodded at his words, as though he'd hit the nail on the head. He did, in a sense. She was always looking for something different. Something exciting. Something she wouldn't have to feel bad about, or worry about. His eyes wandered to her, slowly. Most interestingly, and suddenly he was looking at her like she was the nights entertainment. Though she didn't mind, not completely. So long as he could understand that nothing ever went any way but her way. So when he'd asked her if she danced, she was nearly ecstatic. Though she took the opportunity to down a bit more of the liquor when he'd slid it back her way once again. She'd need at least half that bottle in her system before she started buzzing. Before she'd felt that light, airy, I don't give a fuck sensation that she enjoyed so much. "Yes, I dance. Do you?" She grinned, a small playful laugh pushing from her lips as she 'rephrased' her question. "Better yet, do you think you could... keep up?" She lolled her head only slightly after she'd asked the question so teasingly.

Sure, she was up for just about anything. And if this man started getting a little too comfortable? Well, she couldn't bring herself to say it would be the worst thing in the world. He was incredibly attractive, and she was on her way to becoming incredibly drunk. Two things that mixed together perfectly. Not to mention, he seemed just a tad bit maniacal, and maybe just a little sadistic. Oh, what a man he could turn out to be.


859 words here for Dante!
Kaia says: Let's get this party started.

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante smiled broadly at Kaia's invitation to lure one of the mortals in. He wouldn't lie, he was tempted. He was always tempted. Not to put too fine a point on it, but every damn night he was in a crowd it felt like the buildup to a climatic, sexual release. A man could only endure such torture, and strain, for so long. God how he would love to nibble on someone's neck, and didn't have the least bit decency to consider his guest. Given her angle, however, Dante felt Kaia wouldn't give a damn. She might even enjoy it. Thoughts of keeping one's prey in an unending bought of terror until their very last moments alive seemed to confirm Kaia was a very special supernatural creature. She was his kind of supernatural--a terror. An absolute abomination. No compunctions at all. No sense of decency or respect for life. Yeah, sure, Dante'd stop some Human from mugging or raping some other Human, but when it came down to a little blood meal... all bets were off. Vampire had to live. Was there another word he should use? 'Live?' He was dead. 'Undead' had a zombie feel to it. 'Unlife' just sounded odd. A smile crept over his lips when Kaia noticed he was completely absorbed in watching her seated across from him. Could you blame him? They were looking for excitement. She was pretty. He was handsome. They were both blood-lusting fools wanting to live life in any they could. Why should he refrain? Because she was a wolf? Hell, that just added more spice to the mix. Dante was already a very naughty vampire... why not make it a very, very naughty vampire? The way the light was captured in those radiant eyes of her's, Kaia didn't seem to disprove. She might have standards or rules he'd have to abide, but any good woman did. He didn't mind; just as long as the party never ended. "Don't take my word for it," the man replied as he slowly rose out of his seat and extended a hand over the table for her to follow him out onto the floor, "let's find out." Hey, he was a man and he'd offered, of course he felt he was the best dancer on the whole damn planet. Who didn't when they did this? Hell, people that sang Karaoke thought they could sing too... didn't mean they knew what the hell they were talking about. Fortunate for Dante, then, he could dance. Time to see if he could dance well enough to impress his Lady Wolf friend. After guiding her toward the floor, the vampire signaled for her to wait just a moment as he parted from her presence. Already in tune with the beat of those around him, Dante found it easy to glide though the crowd with minimal contact or need to guide someone aside. Every step was filled with the desire to do more than touch, however. All he had to do was reach out, gaze into their eyes, and slide his lips down their neck... Dante made it to the sound booth, however, and leaned in close to the one managing tonight's music. With a smile on his lips he picked a recent song full of beat for the tango of a Wolf and a Vampire. By the time he slithered back to Kaia's side with a smile on his lips the song had begun to play--Overload (Buzz Junkies Club mix), by Dana Rayne. A solid popdance song that should give the two of them plenty to experiment with. "Show me your moves," Dante invited, extending his hand out toward the center of the floor. Anywhere, anyhow, it was a dance off. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 650 Tag: Kaia Note: Groove on

[Kaia Veron]

Kaia couldn't help but watch curiously as the man rose from his seat. Don't take my word for it, He said, and it brought the brightest of grins to her face. It wasn't so much that she was excited, as hopeful. Hopeful that he was going to be the exciting night that she'd missed so much. Let's find out, and his words were almost promising. Kaia raised a brow as she lolled her head, examining the man and his movements. She wondered how good of a dancer he really was, as she didn't actually see very many... 'good' male dancers. Kaia would never admit, though she had some moves, she wasn't the best of dancers. Though she was sure the alcohol would loosen her up, and was probably in large part the only reason she didn't care.

Her gaze shifted back and fourth between the now standing man and the bottle of scotch on the table. With a small shrug, she reached for it, and instead of pouring herself a shot, she placed her lips to the bottle and took a rather large swig. As she pulled the cool glass from her lips and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, she looked to Dante and grinned, a playful wink escaping her before she screwed the cap back on. "Sure, let's go."[/b] She smirked, pushing herself up from the chair in which she was sitting. He turned and started walking, though he kept close to her, guiding her to a spot on the dance floor.

The music was hopping, she thought. The beats bumping through the speakers relentlessly. She was never really one for loud noises, it killed her ears, especially considering that every little sound was intensified. Though she didn't seem to mind it tonight. It didn't really matter that she could hardly hear anything else going on around her, that was the point. She wanted to drown out the world and be one of the only people who existed in her mind. For that, she would make a few sacrifices. However, Dante didn't seem too keen on the music selection, and before she knew it he was telling her to stay where she was, and he'd taken off towards the DJ booth.

She stood where she was, breathing for a minute as the bodies around her bumped and grinded. She couldn't figure out how Dante was so calm around all of these people. It was hard to resist the urge to corner them all and attack, though she was extremely strong willed... and it was probably a good thing. She could see the headline now; Wild animal attack inside a local nightclub. Oh, the nightmares she could instill...

Show me your moves. The words pulled her from her thoughts, and her eyes made their way to the man before her once again. She pushed her sleeves up on her shirt, before her hands slipped to the bottom buttons. She popped two of them open, allowing herself more room to move more freely within the fabric. Following his lead, she took a few steps towards the middle of the floor. She'd had a better chance of being the center of attention here, anyway, and that was always something she'd like to indulge herself in. With his eyes fixated upon her, it was clear that he was waiting for her to lose herself in the music before he did. So she took the opportunity to make a spectacle of herself. Slowly, she allowed her body to start swaying to the bumping music, almost defying the beat as she moved against it. Closer and closer she moved to Dante until her body was practically pressed against the cold stone of his skin. She had a tendency of being quite the tease, especially when alcohol flowed freely throughout her veins. It wasn't that it was intentional, she'd just found it... fun. Amusing, entertaining.. everything she craved.

Though suddenly, her body started moving along with the music, no more slow swaying, and instead her moves were almost perfectly coordinated with the beat. She was never one for flail-dancing. People throwing their limbs here and there and calling it skill. And though she didn't really have any, she'd rather not look like a complete idiot. Especially in front of such barely known, attractive company. Her eyes had hardly left him as she moved, only occasionally to spin gracefully on her heel, or to dip down, just so show how low she really could go. She'd have been surprised to know as well, that the grin on her face hadn't faded at all, and that, it would appear, she was actually enjoying herself for once.


780 words,
for Dante!
Shake your groove thang~

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante slowly slipped one arm after the other out of his long trench coat before flicking it back toward the table they'd just left. A flick of his finger popped the top button of his button down shirt open. Even if he was dead, this vampire anticipated things were about to get heated up. Kaia should be happy to know he'd been holding back his desire to tear open some necks for this. He wasn't drunk on alcohol, but the mind-ravaging lust inside of him should help keep him limber throughout their performance. Eager to seduce the wolf into his grasp. She might refuse, but it was the anticipation that drove his vampiric body and soul to do anything and everything to dazzle and impress her. She started slow. Dante stood on the floor, his pale blues watching her draw ever closer. His lips parted as their bodies met. Ah, her warmth. Her scent. Didn't matter how many eyes were on them. Far as this man was concerned there was only Kaia, the self-wolf, and her exceptional teasing. Let her rebel against the music and toy with his emotions. Dante did what he could to keep from laughing with delight, or reaching up with his hands to hold her; watching her dance freely was far more torturous, but enjoyable. Then it began. Dante smiled, fangs peeking out from under his upper lip, mesmerized by the feminine creature before him. Letting Kaia take the lead, he waited only a few more seconds before his feet came alive. A quick spin, falling back and dancing closer, he got his upper body into the moves all the while his eyes always returned back to her countenance. Their manic, but controlled movements forced all those around them to fall back and give the two room. They were drawing quite the scene in their circle on the floor. Dante enjoyed exploring every inch of it their admirers gave them too; not staying in one place long or existing solely along an invisible track built in the floor. No, this was their night and this song spoke volumes at how wild he felt staring into the wolf's eyes. One foot crossing before the other he strode straight up to her, spun about to her side and reached out to take her hand in his and her hip in the other. A quick grin flashed over his lips before giving Kaia a spin, keeping one hand on or near her's as she spun about. They'd explored being apart, now he wanted to see how they'd act as a pair. Besides, he'd tired of smelling all the other's scents; Dante wanted to fell the woman against him again and drown his senses with her. Could she see how crazed his eyes were as the lights flashed overhead, weaving about the bodies bouncing, bumping, thrashing? The floor shook with the music and the thunderous beat of dancers on the floor. Every second was as a day in his eyes as they danced. Every sweep of every strand of Kaia's hair hung suspended in the air for minutes at a time to him. Sadly, he wasn't sure he remembered what 'love' was, but he knew beauty when he saw it. Kaia was the type of woman he longed for each night to keep him company. Not sexually. Not as a blood doll. Just someone that wanted to party until they hit the floor. The night would last forever as long as they kept dancing. Her grin, her passion, would never stop. Years could pass in a single hour as they were. This was why it was worth being dead. Every second worth. Dante laughed as they danced. Kaia understood him. As well as a woman could having just met him, and he her. Sooner or later they'd have to take a break for more drink. His own bodily needs would give; it was inevitable being such a young predator. Still, it'd give them a chance to discuss their 'style.' ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 685 Tag: Kaia Note: 'Heads will roll...'

[Kaia Veron]

She thought she'd be waiting forever for him to start moving, though she couldn't say she minded incredibly that he hadn't peeled his eyes from her. She wouldn't lie, she'd thrown in a couple of suggestive sways just for Dante, and was thoroughly amused when he seemed somewhat pleased.

Finally, she'd noted that he'd started to swing to the beat. She watched as he flashed her a perfect smile, his elongated canines making a faint, yet obvious appearance. He was suddenly significantly closer to her then; His body moving in perfect sync with her own. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch his rock solid torso, and his body was so close that she'd barely have to move. She'd hardly noticed that the people around them had backed off, allowing them more space to move around freely. Her legs carried themselves around him sporadically, moving in what seemed like perfecly choreographed circles, her eyes always promptly returning to Dante's when opportunity arose.

Kaia was only partially surprised when he'd reached for her, his cool skin making contact with her nearly searing flesh. She felt his fingers wrap loosely around her hand, and a small pressure around her hip seconds later. The smallest of smirks tugged at the corner of her pout, and she couldn't help but imagine what he was thinking. How he'd try to lead her over the floor, or if he'd expected her to take charge. Though she couldn't imagine he was the type of man to let her lead. Not that it mattered, she was buzzing, and it wasn't in her nature to be rebellious... when intoxicated, anyway.

Without notice, she'd felt herself spinning. His cool touch had disappeared for only a moment, yet it was long enough for her to be displeased with the loss of contact. The look on his face was enough to keep her intrigued until his hands had found their way back to her body, and somehow, it seemed, she'd felt more energetic when his fingers lingered upon her skin. She wanted to move more freely, excited about how he seemed to anticipate her every movement. How well they must have looked together. Just thinking about it was tantalizing.

In a bold movement, she'd took another step forward, even though there was barely room for it. Her body pressed against his lightly and her arm had snaked it's way around Dante's neck, though it only lingered there for a few seconds. Her legs never stopped moving, though they had slowed considerably, allowing her body to slink as the music flowed through her. Her arm fell slowly from his neck, her fingers lightly touching his face before her palms were flat against his collarbone, and soon making their way down his chest. "You dance well," She spoke, her words loud so that she may be heard over the thumping of the beat, though they sounded hushed. "I can't help but wonder what else you may be good at..."

A chuckle threatened to push from her lips, and she simply couldn't help but speak, both with her words and her facial expression, in the most teasing of ways. She'd gotten incredibly flirty when she was drinking, and even more so when she was having a great time. She didn't see any harm in it, and with any luck, he'd retaliate and enjoy it, rather than be put off by it.

Her mind wandered to how the rest of the evening would go. She wondered if he would part with her at the club, or if he would invite her.. elsewhere. She had to admit, she wasn't generally one for a late night rendezvous, but she wouldn't be upset if the night didn't have to end at the a bar. He was rather pleasurable to be around, even though she generally loathed the excess company of others. Something was just a little different about Dante. He wasn't hostile, or petty. At least not any more than she was, and at least... not that she could tell.


Written for Dante!
With 647 words!
Kaia is intrigued...

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Dante's hands shot about the woman's waist, almost faster than a Human could blink, but drew them short and slowly lay them low and high on her back. Feeling Kaia's body pressed against his filled him with warmth. His pale blue eyes gazed with longing into her's. As her fingers slid over and against his body, the Vampire let his own hands slowly stroke her back; one hand slipped out enough to massage her hip to the beat as their dancing had slowed to allow them this long, delicious moment. Every step she took he matched, unwilling to allow her escape or to break the electricity flowing between them. The way she smiled... Temptation. Invitation. She was practiced at luring creatures in for the kill; it would be dangerous to be taken by her grace and beauty. How he wanted to seize her face in his hands and claim those playful lips. Dangerous? He loved danger. The thrill. A taste of death as it tore at him; the Reaper had lost its bite to him. It had its chance in the wilderness. A smile grew on his lips as he gazed into her soul. Her heart beat in her chest. He could feel it. The beat of the drum sweeter and more captivating than any song. Was it wrong to think of her blood, now? She was pressed against him. Every sense was on fire and full of Kaia's essence. Dante might even think he was mesmerized by every little thing she did. A light accent teasing his ears. Warm flesh tickling his body. Breathless scent filling his nostrils. A beauty few could rival. A taste... yes, there, that was missing and he longer for it every painful second their arms were wrapped about one another. "I could show you," the man replied, unable or unwilling to break eye contact with Kaia as they danced together in the crowd. Their bodies had begun to draw closer to them now that the show was over. Dante no longer cared about them. "Let's go someplace else; where we can find out what we're good at." What promise was in her eyes? Was it a desire to dominate him? Devour him? Perhaps she wanted to run wild out in the park, their loud revelry disturbing neighbors throughout the city. Or was it something more physical? Dante had to admit he did still love the art of sex. It might not be as climatic as drowning himself in blood, but with the way his senses were heightened every little touch was just that much more enjoyable. In a surprise move for even himself, Dante leaned his head down closer to Kaia, but stopped an inch and a half from pressing his lips against her own. A growl tore at his throat for a moment before he leaned in, slowly, closer so the noise of the crowd was less of a problem between the two of them. "We can get a bottle to go," he murmured, covering the moment's loss of control with a promise of more of Kaia's favorite drink. Oh, yes, the two of them could get wasted. The absolute insanity they might enjoy together, completely out of their minds... If that's what she wanted, Dante wouldn't object. Hell, a party was a party even if there were only two attendees. Dante pulled his head back with conscious effort so he could gaze into those brilliant eyes that could melt him on the spot. Hopefully she wouldn't get too offended, but being such a young vampire there were certain 'urges' he was struggling to repress in favor of exploring other antics. He couldn't get these thoughts out of his head. Hell, he didn't want to even if he could; but he had to play it cool or he might drive her away from being too anxious. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 662 Tag: Kaia Note: Dante's interested