Dance With Me ~(OPEN)~

[faythwriter]

The night was young. Anywhere else, it would be black with velvet darkness save for the illumination from the bright moon. Not here, though. Lights flashed and sparkled, making up for the stars that were not visible thanks to the stale city air.

Fayth walked on the sidewalk, high-heeled boots clicking with ever step. She tilted her head back to peer up at the sky. The only thing she missed about her previous life was the stars. You had to go far away from the city to be able to see them again, and who had time for that? She shook her head to clear those thoughts from her mind. It didn't do any good to think about her life before now. That was a completely different universe. If only she could forget about it altogether.

She was grateful that it was an off hour to be showing up to the club. That meant the line wasn't as long as normal. She hated spending the night waiting in line. This time she only had a few minutes to roll her eyes at before she flashed her ID and slipped through the open doorway and into the throbbing mass of people. It was like they were all connected, the way they moved together as one without colliding. There was the occasional exception, of course, but that was rare.

Fayth brushed her long hair out of her face and tugged at her shirt until it fit just the way she liked it. She couldn't keep the slight smile off of her face as the pulsing of the music pounded through her thin frame. She didn't know the name of the band that played on the stage, but she liked the beat that they produced. Tonight was going to be a great night for dancing, and maybe a little mishief.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Fucking Las Vegas Baby!! God he loved this place. The smells, the people, and the pure fucking sin. Such a far cry from New York.

The band had lucked out, the human manager they hired got them a gig far off at a pretty popular club. The show was going great. The club was huge and bouncing with dancers and moshers alike. The metal and blues was hitting this crowd hard. Con meshed the fret board on his bass for his final chorus for Concrete Boots (C)

As the guitarist finished the last note and the crowd erupted in the usual cheers, the same sly smile slid across Con's face.
God I love this city.

Dripping with sweat and hopping down from the stage into the small pathetic excuse for a green room, Con basked in the glory of the moment. The band gave each other the usual "Hell yeahs" and brotherly advice they split up on they're separate ways. They knew what the advantages of seeing the crowd after a show.
For Con it was an easy meal. For the rest it was free booze and an easy lay.

Con walked out into the packed club, squeezing and pushing as gently into the humans as he could, don't need another accident that plagued him. He reached his destination at the bar and took a seat.
"Dude, just get me a Jack and Coke."

As the bartender complied to his order the scent hit him. Fuck, another vampire, female it smelt like. This could mean trouble, or he or she would just go about they're business. A sly grin spread across his face. He hadn't seen another female vamp sense the bar up in New York, so even if it was trouble at least it could be some good looking trouble. Eye candy was good candy in his opinion, though he would always keep that to himself.

He took his drink from the barkeep and turned in his seat, keeping an eye on his band mates, hopefully the vampire would track him first before them, at least he hoped.

[faythwriter]

Fayth could feel a light sheen of sweat on her back beneath the crimson tank that bared a strip of her flat stomach. She never realized just how much she danced until the music stopped and she could feel the toll of the movements on her limbs. The last deep, dark chord rang out above the crowd, and the club became silent, in her opinion. The voices of humans were just chatter, which was no better than silence to her. She didn't really pay much attention to the band's commentary as they left the stage. A pity, because they had been good. Whoever replaced them probably wouldn't even compare.

With a toss of her head, she flipped the unruly strands of hair over her shoulder, back where they belonged, and slipped through the crowd. It wasn't that difficult, now that people were just standing there, waiting for the music to begin again. She ignored a few leering looks from guys, the pervs. They would make for an easy meal, or hell...an easy anything, but she had taken care of that earlier. Now she was just here to have fun.

A man was seated at the bar as she approached it. Her eyes fell on him before she fully realized that he was a vampire. She hadn't been paying close enough attention to notice it earlier. She really needed to be more careful than that, or it would get her into trouble some day. And she didn't like trouble.

Fayth slid her small body onto a bar stool facing the bartender. She flashed him a brilliant smile, lowered her eyelids and catching his attention. "I'll have a water," she said. The smell of alcohol surrounded her, a sad consequence of visiting the club. It burned her nose and made her sick, but she pretended that it didn't bother her.

Fayth glanced at the other vampire out of the corner of her eye. Hopefully, he knew that she wouldn't cause him any trouble. She was just there to have fun and dance. Wasn't that the guy from the band though? Probably so...not that it mattered. She turned back to the bartender, accepting her water and sipping at it tentatively.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con tensed up as she took the seat next to him, a small silent growl building in his throat. He had been down this road before, a good looking female who just happened to fuck with him to no end, or was just a slayer with a bone to pick. Either way two things usually mean trouble. Anything with tits or anything with wheels.

He turned slowly and looked up to the bartender asking for another shot. He glanced toward her catching her eye in the process. Is she a newborn or something? or just like me and just don't give a damn. I'll be your Huckleberry.

He gave her the sliest smile he could muster.
"Hey pretty thing. Whats a corpse like you doing here with a bunch of bleeders? A pretty thing like you should be at somewhere classier right?" He gave her a wink and sat up.
"The names Concieved D'Maggio, but everyone just calls me Con, but you would probably call me an ass."

Con laughed as he down the next drink.
"Same isn't it? I heard some can still get messed up. Me . . . all i get is a five minute buzz."
He looked back up at her again with his trademark smile grinning right at her.
"And what would I call you Chicka?"

[faythwriter]

Fayth could feel the tension in the air around him, accentuated by the tightening of his jaw, the flexing of his throat as if he was about to growl. Nobody else probably noticed, but she was in tune with such things. Just as she was getting ready to leave, he spoke.

Fayth listened to his talk, letting her eyes travel along his strong body as she did so. When he was finished, her eyes were back on his face.

With a smirk on her face, Fayth turned her body on the stool until she was sitting sideways, facing him. She rested her left elbow on the bar and placed her dainty chin in her palm.

"A corpse like me is associating with bleeders for the same reason as you, I suppose...to have fun and enjoy a good night, am I right? And classier places are all full of snob-ass bitches and nowhere to dance." She took another sip of her water. "I don't drink because I can't stand the smell, so I've never developed a taste for it."

Fayth's smirk twitched into a semblence of a smile, though she didn't show her teeth. "A pleasure to meet you, Con. My name is Fayth, though a lot of people just call me Fay." She blinked, crossing her arms over her chest and gazing at him through hooded eyes. "I'm not here for trouble, so if that's what you want, I'll leave. Then again, if you aren't here for trouble...maybe we can both have fun."

Fayth tipped back her drink and drained the water, sliding the glass across the slick bar to the bartender, who caught it expertly. She turned her attention back to the vamp, tilting her head to the side, studying him quizzically. "You don't think a 'pretty little thing' like me is going to cause you any trouble, now do you?" She said the words with a smile, leaning slightly towards him as she spoke. She was always a little flirty without even realizing it, but it wasn't in a disgusting sexual way, just an innocent playful flirt.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con leaned in as close as he could, they're face just three inches apart. He could feel her soft breath on his face, smell the sweet essence she radiated.
"Let me ask you Fay, what kind of trouble are you looking to get into. I personally love all sorts of trouble, but my favorite part is the chase. The chase is the most important part of trouble. It's the only fast and fun way for two vampires to get to know each other intimately and in only one night."

He leaned in even closer, they're lips barely touching.
"So Fay by the end of this night either one of three things will happen, A. We become the best of Friends. B. The worst of worst enemies. or C.The worst of the best of lovers. That is the true beauty of being of what we are."

He smiled slowly pushing himself just a little bit further, not a kiss, but just a brushing of the lips. He pulled away just as quickly, laughing a hearty laugh. He downed the last of his drink and stood up.

He lowered his hand to her and smiled one last smile.
"So, care to come with me to the dance floor?"

[faythwriter]

Fayth tried to contain the shiver that raced down her spine as he brought his face close to hers. It didn't help. Chill bumps popped out on her arms, and she just hoped that he didn't notice. She had never had intimate contact with another vampire, and the feelings that ignited as his lips brushed hers sent fireworks through her veins. It took way more effort than it should have to listen to what he was saying.

It took her a few seconds to form a reply. "Trouble is good, as long as it doesn't lead to a fight," she let a smile grace her full lips. "I'm up for a chase." The encounter was so sudden that she didn't even notice the alcohol on his breath, which was strange for her.

Fayth was shocked at the way he pulled away so suddenly, but at his suggestion at joining him on the dance floor sent thrills through her body. "I thought you would never ask," she said with laughter in her voice. She took his hand and slid languidly from her seat.

A new band was beginning to play a pulsing beat that excited her senses. Her eyes widened as she slipped her hand out of his grasp. "Come on, Con...dance with me." She moved her hips to the beat, showing off a bit just for the simple fact that she could.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con followed her onto the dance floor. he grabed her by the hips and swayed along to the beat of the music. He smiled, the mischivious side of him screaming to come out. He raised his hand up her hips and waist he paused but only for a passing second, and continued the way up sliding over her breasts to her shoulders and back down again to her hips.

He smiled and laid his chin on her shoulders.
"This is only just the begining of the chase, I forgot to mention that we can stop anytime you would like. This is your fun tonight. Im in a sense just a passing face."

He spun her around to face him. He leaned his face in closer again, this time more intimate. He brushed his cheek against hers and smiled.
"Or not. It is purely and honestly your decision."
He laid his lips across her cold earlobe and nibbled for only but a passing second, the next he moment he slipped away from her blending into the crowed.

He spoke low, hopefully low enough for only her ears. He dodged in out of people, to fast for most eyes, but slow enough to always know where she stood. Every so often he ran his hand across her hips and torso gently.
"So what do say still interested? Willing to continue on with the chase? Or again end it right here and now, and remember the fun we had tonight for the rest of eternity."

[faythwriter]

Fayth danced close to him, a part of her body always brushing against his. Sometimes it was her hips, tight against his, sometimes just a hand. She shivered in delight as he whispered the words in her ear. This chase was going to be fun, indeed.

"End this? You underestimate me, Con. I'm ending nothing." She replied in the same low tone that he had used, knowing that no one else would be able to hear the conversation in such a noisy setting. "I'm having too much fun to end this." A giggle followed the words.

Fayth caught his hand as it brushed across her torso, spinning her body until her back was snug against his chest. "What's the point of a chase if it ends so quickly?" She brought his fingers to her lips and kissed his palm. She twisted to face him, giving him a devilish grin. She stood on her tip-toes for a brief moment to run her tongue across his bottom lip, teasing him. "But this isn't much of a chase, now is it?"

Fayth laughed again and spun out of his grasp, flitting into the crowd, just fast enough so he might not be able to see her. If he wanted a chase, she would give him a chase. This would be fun.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con grinned, finally now was the time to begin the fun. He ran quickly after her dodging person after person, going at a normal enough pace, but keeping up with her at the same time.
He decided that running straight after her was useless. Instead he cut through the other side of the crowd, looping around and catching her by surprise.

His plan had worked as much as he hoped it would. He found her still dodging though people. He grinned and took off after her, now fully in his sights. He came up behind her, grabbing her by the shoulders and using her momentum to push them into the wall beside of the bathrooms.

He landed with a thud on his back and held her close to him when they hit. The was moderately loud, but no one seemed to pay attention. They were in they're own worlds. He smiled to her and his lips across hers.
"Just thought I would return the favor."
He let her go and quickly slipped into one of the bathrooms.
I think I'll just raise the ante a bit Con thought to himself.

He hid in one of the more nastier stalls and remained quiet. He knelt down into a crouching position on the toilet, so the moment the door would open he would be able to spring on her.
To him it wasn't just a game, it was trying to understand her ways as a hunter compared to him. If she was a drag, then he would have to end the night himself.

[faythwriter]

Fayth let out a sultry laugh as she looked at him, pinned to the wall. She returned his kiss, tasting his lips, breathing in the scent of the male vamp, savoring it, memorizing it. "Such a gentleman," she said with a wink of her smoky eye, hardly containing her smile.

It felt like her body was practically buzzing with the excitement of this new game. She watched him dart into the bathroom, a forbidden territory that women were not supposed to venture into. So, he wanted to play that way, was it? He would be expecting her to step through the door, no doubt...so she would play along.

Fayth leaned against the wall, looking like nothing more than a girl waiting for someone to step out of the door. She waited until a rather drunk young human approached the door and pushed through. She utilized her unnatural speed and slipped around him, just fast enough so he wouldn't see her, and darted into a stall, perching on top of the commode. Hopefully, Con would hear the door and not pay attention to the fact that it was not her.

Fayth pressed her ear to the wall of the stall beside her. Breathing. He was in the stall beside her. Now that she was in tune, she could smell it...the scent of a vampire. If he took the bait and went after the human because he expected to be her, she would surprise him. If not, she would lose the game.

Fayth stilled her breathing and braced herself against the walls of the stall, careful to not let her expensive boots slip into the murky water of the toilet.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con waited with anticipation on top of the toilet bowel. The whole place smelt of piss and sex . . . which admittedly he's been in worse places with a women. He smiled to himself about that and shook his head to gain his concentration again. Even though he had a big bravado he was easily distracted, and as time went on in this game the more distracted and attracted he was to this woman. He smiled again and cracked his neck.
It has been a very long time since you've known the touch of a woman, be her alive or dead.He said to himself.

As he pondered the possibilities the door was opened. Con stood crouched and ready, the words wait, and prepare surging over and over again through his mind. The sound of footsteps was heard, one pair . . . wait. There was something odd about it, something off. It was a muted sound, like a gun with a silencer.

He smiled to himself in contentment.
Tricky. I like tricky.
He breathed in his surroundings and smiled to himself. She's in the stall next door to me, and the human is using the urinal.
He smiled his sly smile as he nimbly jumped into the next door stall in front of her. He grabbed both her wrists and wrapped them behind her back roughly.
"Pretty tricky, but we can stand and go at the same time . . . still good plan."

He looked her up and down as he held her and liked what he saw. She was fun, playful, energetic, and could hold her own. What more could he ask for. He leaned down to her and begin nibbling her ears, from the tip to lobe.
"You lost though, and the winner usually gets a reward while the loser mostly get a punishment, but i don't see why you get all the fun though."
He smiled at her and winked. Though inside he continued to wonder, only time would tell he agreed to himself.

[faythwriter]

Fayth was completely braced against the walls, ready to pounce as soon as Con left the stall beside her. Anticipation coursed through her body, making her almost oblivious to the horrendous place that they were in. It was a club bathroom, for pete's sake! There was no telling what diseases were breeding just beneath her feet. Then again...it didn't really matter anymore, now did it?

These thoughts made her unaware of the fact that Con was on the move. She didn't have time to react before she found herself roughly pressed against his body, knocking the wind out of her lungs for a split second before she could gain it back.

"Not tricky enough, I see," she said, breathing a bit ragged from the chase. She pressed her body further into his as he spoke, tugging one of her arms out of his grip and snaking it down his leg, massaging his inner thigh. "And seeing as I lost, I suppose you can have whatever you want."

It was a strange emotion to be so attracted to a man, a vampire at that, that she had just met not even a few hours earlier. He was strong, she could tell that much from the hard muscles she could feel even through his shirt and hers. And he was obviously very interested in her by his actions, but it wasn't in a sick way that some guys portrayed. He had told her that she could end the game at any time, and she believed it.

Fayth let out a slight moan as he nibbled on her ear, sending chills down her body. This was turning into a very interesting night.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con smiled and wrapped his lips around hers gently. He released her hands and pulled her close to himself as he enjoyed the moments splendor.
"I could get used to this Fay. I am a bit lonely with my only other companions my band and my instrument. We go back to New York in a week, care to come and stay with me?"

He stepped back and waited for her response, as he did so the cell phone in his pocket erupted inside his pants pocket. He interrupted the ring tone of Rush's Tom Sawyer and answered with an abrupt hello.

"Where are you bro?" His guitarist answered in a drunken stupor. Con sighed while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I'm with some company at the moment. Just do me a favor and take the instruments in my van and take off back at the hotel. I'll catch up with you all later, OK?"
"Sure man. You're just missing one hell of a party out here, There's some chicks over at the bar just waiting for some of us."
Con laughed as he shook his head. His band mates were the only humans he ever really cared about. They were of course his bread and butter, but mostly just kindred spirits in all respects.
"I'm good for now man, like I said I found a woman worth my interest. Check you later."

Con clicked his cell phone closed and turned back to face his lovely companion.
"Would you rather to continue this . . . somewhere more suitable?"
He waved his hands around the bathroom and laughed at they're current situation.

[faythwriter]

Fayth kissed him back with a passion that she hadn't felt in a while. She listened to his words. "New York?" She bit into her lower lip, thinking about the question. "I can't leave Panko..." she muttered to herself as he spoke on the phone, thinking about the tiny little kitten that shared the apartment with her. The furry companion had been her only true companion for a while. She couldn't just abandon her.

She knew that he was waiting for her reply, and she didn't really know what to tell him. She took a step back, as difficult as that was in their currrent situation. "I have a week to think about it right? We've just met...you don't even know me yet. We'll see how this goes, and then I'll make up my mind." If fit with his idea of a chase anyway. She couldn't just surrender herself, now could she?

"Let's go back to my place," she breathed, her voice a silky whisper as she planted a sensual kiss at the base of his throat. "Much more suitable than here." She laughed. Anywhere would be more suitable than a stall in the men's bathroom at a bar, but she wanted to see his reaction to Panko anyway. She would keep the meeting to herself until they got there...let it be a surprise so he didn't have time to falsify a reaction.

Fayth didn't wait for him to answer. She squeezed around him and darted out of the bathroom, weaving her way through the mass of people to reach the door through which she had entered not too long before. She hadn't danced as much as she had hoped, but this chase of Con's was much more interesting, anyway.

She leaned her shoulder against the brick wall just outside the entrance of the club to wait for him.