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The Perfect Drug
« on: October 15, 2010, 12:41:38 PM »
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Seeing Nadia in the club a few days ago had been a pleasant surprise.  Their reacquaintance was not lacking with unresolved issues and leftover feeling of bitterness, but it was a relief just the same.  Sonya had not heard from the girl since her days in Europe, and that was a long enough time ago.  The two had spoken for a long time that night and well into the morning.  They had a little under a hundred or so years of catching up to do, and much had transpired on Nadia’s end in her absence.  Tonight, the immortal was already beginning to feel like herself again, like she was back in Paris, owning the night with seduction and an icy expression.

The woman had arrived at the club later than usual.  She was clad in dark skin-tight pants and a blood-colored corset, pulling the eyes of nearly every man who happened to see her from the corner of their vision.  As always, the Queen ignored each and every comment that she was perfectly capable of hearing.  Her mood, for once, was relatively subdued, without the urge to lash out unnecessarily.  The woman, however, was by no means calm as she made her way to the center of the club.

It had been several nights since she had been to Risk and since she had fucked that Prick for the last time.  He was the very last thing on her mind as the Queen entered her domain again; to dance, to hunt, and to feed.  There was little else on her mind.  Her body drifted effortlessly within the sweating, bleeding pulse of the room and she allowed the atmosphere to envelop her for a few moments.  An ocean of humans, of blood, pushing on all sides of her.  It was intoxicating, still, and was never dull to her.  Her body moved instinctually, spinning a web under the cleaver guise of dance, ignoring advances and stares.  

As far as she was concerned, she was alone in and endless ocean of pulsing blood.  And she was thirsty.

Not much time had passed before the Queen was approached, as many women were by foolish young men.  A simple glance at the wrist told her that he was protected by the club—a regular.  How dull.  Her cold eyes flickered to the warm human’s face briefly before she melted into the mass of flesh on the dance floor again.   Sonya’s hips twisted and swayed with practiced, effortless movements, granting few gentlemen the pleasure of close contact before disappearing again in the crowd.  She moved like a predator, scanning the crowd while she danced for her prey.  Spinning a web.

She never fed within the first hour of her arrival.  The immortal relished in the hunting game, waiting until something particularly interesting came caught in her web.  While most took immediate interest in her and eagerly approached, each was turned away.  That was until the Queen commanded them nearer with a direct gaze and the taunt of her hips.  She could have all of the blood in the club if she wanted to, but that was never a part of the game.  

After taunting her senses with the rich smell of adrenaline-laced blood long enough, the Queen did indeed choose a target.  The human was attractive, but by no means a dancer.  But her priorities that night were blood first, than dance.  How eager he was to run his hand over her—enough to nearly make her reconsider her choice in pray.  She led the creature on, nonetheless, allowing him to believe for a short while that he had caught himself quite the woman.  There was a sly, knowing smirk on her face as the turned toward him, taunting him with distance first, than contact, and distance again.  His persistent hands at her waist did little to move her in the direction that he wanted, something that always proved to be entertaining for the Queen.  Before he had time to react, her lips were at his throat, followed shortly by her teeth.  His sloppy movements slowed to a stop and he did not struggle against her as she took a small amount of blood.  

The ancient turned away from him after slipping her fangs from his flesh and did not look back to see if he had swooned from the small amount of blood loss.  Like before, she melted into the crowd again to seek out another target, taking her web-spinning to the opposite end of the main circle of dance.  
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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #1 on: October 15, 2010, 03:51:17 PM »
Groans of misfortune. The flicking of cards. The sucking of powder through Franklins. Bass. Blood. Fuck.

"Doxy."

There was a tap at his arm. The vampire, dressed to the nines as always, glanced up from his game of dice, blow, and cash to acknowledge to human. Nikolai watched Jeremy\'s eyes as they flicked towards the floor. His eyes followed, landing on the (clearly) most beautiful woman in the club. Nikolai smiled, fixing his attention on the woman again.

The night had begun perfectly. He had dressed to his utmost perfection with a silk striped shirt, dark gray with lighter pinstripes. Diamond cuff links. Black dress slacks fit to his ungodly legs. Italian leather shoes. He had fed just enough to settle the Thirst building in the back of his throat, but no more. He had arrived at Risk at ten past eleven, his hair and clothes perfect and a stash in his coat pocket. Business was good, especially in the club where everyone was waiting for a toke and a fuck: too many Hamiltons to count so early in the night. His mood couldn\'t have been better, Judas content with the memory of fucking the brains out of that brown little rabbit, Morgaine, a few nights ago. There were no loose whores about, no business ends that were messy which he needed to clean up. Everything, for once, was fine.

The sense of victory lingered on his skin, in his blood like a cologne. Nikolai himself could smell it, could feel it and simply the idea of it was intoxicating. He had won this ancient in her own bed, made her come and come down hard. The massacre of Morgaine was only a knotch in his belt, a boost to his own feeling of victory. Now, Sonya was on the hunt again and Nikolai was waiting.

Don\'t even think about it, Judas snarled in his ear, pulling his eyes off of the Queen as she disappeared into the crowd again. But Nikolai wasn\'t exactly listening. She\'ll kill you if you approach her again.

I beg to differ, he thought with a smirk.

"Isn\'t that the chick from the other night?" Jeremy asked with a smirk, breaking up Nikolai\'s attention yet again. The vampire could smell the human\'s hard-on. Nikolai, said nothing, only threw his money back down on the table and rose, leaving a handful of distracted mortals behind him as he made his way out to the thrashing, half-naked mesh of the club.

He could ignore the moans easily enough, the advances by all of the chicks begging for a cock up their skirts, the asses, the cocks, the hips, the calls and offers, the yelling, the sucking, the wet sounds of different types of lust. It was all blood, all teeth, all bass, all adrenaline, all temporary until the make-up was washed away and the hard-ons were beaten off. Nikolai was looking for something a little bit more... timeless from this crowd.

There was never any eye contact made. He had found her again at the center of the crowd, weaving herself a web of horny men, ringed by angry women who couldn\'t keep up with her. Nikolai smiled, slithering his way through the crowd. Without faltering in the slightest, he replaced a slobbering human at her back, his hands resting on her body ungracefully. The vampire wasted no time on the pissy dance partner of the Queen, watching the indescript human out of the slight shade of his own black and white hair. Instead, the Prick moved in on the Queen, his denim hips finding the rhythm of her ass. She never dropped a beat, even as his strong, tattooed hands landed on the inward curve of waist.

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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #2 on: October 20, 2010, 04:55:07 AM »
Another one caught in her web.

She made no outward indication that she had recognized the different presence at her back.  The Queen continued to move as she had, granting body contact and taking it away, flirting within inches of his hips and pressing sensually against him.  Though, the difference between her new \'dance partner\' and the one he had so graciously displaced was the level of skill.  

The nerve he had.  To approach her so eagerly after they had mutually fucked and parted.  The Prick must have assumed that because he had bedded her that he was hot shit.  Honestly she didn\'t hadn\'t thought about him since that night he left.  He was just another man.

But she was going to enjoy dancing with him.

The ancient twisted against his body, spinning and facing him.  For one intense moment she made eye contact with him, breaking it as suddenly as it had occurred.  With purpose she pressed herself to him, moving her hips in perfect time.
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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #3 on: October 31, 2010, 07:05:30 AM »
Another tight, little body, smooth and hard with the passing of hundreds of years deprived of warm blood. Her scent was mouth-watering, her body delicious, vicious. And those eyes. Judas growled in warning. He was flirting with a god-damned cobra -- a hungry one at that.

It made his balls tight, his groin swell with want. And Nikolai didn\'t really give a fuck if she noticed.

He was in control of himself -- how hard he got, how badly he wanted her, how much she touched him. Unlike the surrounding mortals who would fall all over themselves chasing that piece of ass, Nikolai would wait for her to come to him on a mutual, respective level. Because Sonya -- and this is what Nikolai understood that gave him the ability to displace all of human suitors on this dance floor -- would never be impressed by how hard she made him.

Nikolai ignored his own dick, ignored her tease and that ferocious gaze that he remembered so well, falling into rhythm with her. He let her hips stray from his, his fingers following the slopes and curves of her body. She could dance on him all that she wanted to, since that need seemed to overtake her. Control. Nikolai simply enjoyed her tease, biting back the urge to say something to her to win her over again. If his hips at hers couldn\'t win her for the night, no words would.

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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #4 on: November 02, 2010, 04:28:55 AM »
The Queen granted him the pleasure of a few songs, her hips and body controlled in their movements.  Her body pressed against him with the same taunt and tease, enjoying the contact as much as he must have been.  She was well aware of the swelling of his dick, the scent of arousal in his blood, but she made no outward acknowledgment.  He was just another man.  They were all the same.

No one dared to cut in and interrupt them.  Not that anyone would have been able to separate the two - if that was not what the Queen wanted.  She would decide when to stop dancing with him.  No one else.  The dance floor was her territory, her web.  She was the one in control.  She was at the center of this game.

At the conclusion of the third song, she pulled away from him.  Her eyes flickered to meet his for a fraction of a second, passing a challenging gaze to him.  She turned away from him as if in disinterest - if not for the expression that had passed over her face.  Sonya\'s movements brought her further into the crowd, at the hips of another, and then another.  
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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #5 on: November 25, 2010, 02:02:05 PM »
What a cunt.

He would play her games, sure, let those vuluptuous hips rock in and away from him to a heavy metal rhythm. As long as he got something from the bitch afterwards. A dance. A fuck. Really, it didn\'t matter -- though he did prefer one over the other.

The younger vampire rode her to the last beat, her eyes flickering over his for the briefest of moments before she pulled herself away. Tantilizing. He growled in the back of his throat, want pulling at him, making him follow her as she moved away from him. The smirk never left his face even as her eyes left him, chosing another for her prey.

Again with ease he replaced the fool who sought to whoo his queen, sliding in behind her during the middle of this new song. And again she never dropped rhythm with him, even when her suitors protested their loss of status as the queen\'s royal foot soldier. He ws king of this goddamned club.

"I hope you didn\'t think you could get me out of your head that easily," Nikolai said, leaning into her neck, his lips skimming across her dead jugular as her hair fell across his face.

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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #6 on: December 02, 2010, 08:13:05 AM »
A slight hiss built at the back of her throat when his lips came into contact with her skin.  Her lips parted slightly, showing her fangs at his words.  Oh he must have thought he was such hot shit.  As far as she was concerned, there wasn\'t any reason for her to think about this Prick anymore than she had before.  The only reason she hadn\'t swatted him away quite as quickly as the human swine was because he could dance.  Not to mention fuck.  But she wasn\'t really interested in that right now.  Not after she had already conquered him.

"I sincerely hope you don\'t think that you were even in my head since last we spoke." She responded mentally, her voice feathering against his mind with a touch of arrogant laughter.  No, he wasn\'t anything special.  The Queen was absolutely determined to make sure that he knew that she couldn\'t care less.

The pulsing bass increased its tempo, her hips following without effort.  In perfect time, she pulled away from him, moving as though she never had a dance partner to begin with.  Almost as quickly as he had found her in the crowd, she had disappeared into it again.

She loved this game.
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Re: The Perfect Drug
« Reply #7 on: December 21, 2010, 02:25:25 PM »
With ease of repetition, he had found her body, single-handedly the nicest and firmest body on the floor, again and pulled her twisting frame into him, repeating his former actions with his lips at her skin, this time at her ear. He had played games long enough to know a bluff when he heard one. With his hand on the flat of her stomach and the back of thigh, he spoke again to the gorgeous woman whom would have nothing from him.

"I don\'t believe the last time I saw you we were speaking at all," he said smirking, letting his tongue flash very quickly over the skin on her ear. "I\'m fairly sure that the last time we spoke we were both here. And considering we fucked after we danced after we spoke, yes, I do think I had been in your head after our last conversation. At least for a little while."

He wasn\'t unaware of her attraction, however initial it remained, to him. Her coolness only proved to stir him as much as her hips and ass had, making him harder as the bass throbbed through the club. He knew how to stir her just as well. After all hadn\'t he been the one to take her at her own house only nights before?

Nikolai took it upon himself to pull her body into him farther, leaving no space between their bodies, her ass pressed tightly against his cock as his tattooed hands travelled over her privileged flesh of her abdoman beneath her top. His lips again found the section of flesh right below her ear and brushed harshly against it.