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Lessons in Revenge
« on: March 06, 2011, 11:07:49 AM »
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He hadn\'t tasted her in nearly two weeks; her memory stale on his sheets was deep, embedded in the bed and in the mattress from the sheer number of times he had always made her come. His bed was soaked with her blackness, a lingering translucent imprint of that fucking cunt. The vampire hadn\'t even fixed the bed since she had last been there, finding no reason to change things between them. Every night since then, he simply dropped himself on the bed and slept deeply, his arms and legs becoming entangled within the deep blackness of the satin sheets, stained with blotches of their fucks, slick fingers, and smears of blood. He had even developed the sickening little habit of putting his arm over the center of the pillow, thinking in his sleep that it was the neck of that bitch that lacerated his chest and back on a nightly basis.

The sun had been set for a couple of hours, the city lights trying to pierce his thick curtains blocking the windows of his condo. The prick awoke without much stirring to be said, his eyes closing briefly and opening again in a manner much like the one they had just been in. It was a long time before Nikolai moved from his spot twisted in the sheets, wearing only the jeans from the night prior. There was a sort of comfort to his bed that he couldn\'t place that he didn\'t exactly feel like leaving immediately. The vampire lay in that spot for a long time, his chest against the shredded sheets and his thoughts like smoke.

He could have sworn she had been there not moments before.

From somewhere hidden there was a growling snarl of another waking up as well. Any mental mention of that queen caused only problems between the two gentlemen -- problems which had never been there a mere two years earlier.

There\'s business to attend to. Get out of bed.

The vampire did so in a haze and without a word, his thoughts slipping away from him more easily than he would have liked them to. Lighting a cigarette, Nikolai Armani looked down on the city outside his bedroom window, picking out familiar places in the sprawling metropolis. Without much interest, he looked through the text messages of the day, finding nothing out the ordinary happening.

Her eyes still lingered on him, a look he had seen on other women before but never Sonya. It was a look that confused him, a look that told him something, but something which he couldn\'t put his finger on. It was a look he thought looked good on her, but one he could never picture her wearing. A look that was sincere and frightening to him. A look that made Judas angry. But he held that look in her eyes as long as she let him. And, as if he weren\'t meant to hold it, she faded from his sight and was replaced by black satin sheets and a pillow supporting his head, her memory penetrating him. There was a strong mental redirection on Judas\' part, a snapping maw at the idea of returning his view back to the Byzantine Queen.

Doxy was showered, dressed, and ready for the night before the clock struck ten. As always he was dressed to kill with a deep maroon cotton button-up business shirt fit taut to his chest with black collared sleeves flipped up. Jeans fit snugly to his hips and legs, hugging his lower half in an attractive, pompous way. It had been his habit as of late to neglect the eye-shadow and mascara when leaving the apartment, wearing only thick eye liner and his usual piercings as he did this night. His pockets were filled with a little more than an ounce of cocaine ready for distribution and resale.

There wasn’t much to take care of as far as business went. He briefly visited the Disciples’ warehouse and stored about a half of a kilogram of ‘pure’ blow in his trunk before sorting out a few small problems among the underlings and selling off three or four grams all before midnight had even thought of coming around. And just like that, his night had become open and risked boredom.

Without much thought about what he was doing, the vampire drove. He had no intentions, no plans of where he wanted to go but he simply went wherever he directed himself. Something flickered over his mind that neither he nor his partner recognized until it was too late and he had taken a left onto a dirt path he was increasingly becoming familiar with. Judas hissed in his ear and pulled at the muscles in his throat. Swallowing with some difficulty, Nikolai ignored him and continued up the private driveway to Sonya’s Manor.

What are you doing?

He didn’t answer.

You’re disobeying me again.

Still, Nikolai didn’t respond.

What are you expecting from her now? A fuck? A bit of cheap entertainment that you could get with any woman? A bit of understanding? Fuck you.

Fuck off.


There was a loud roaring in his ears which almost made him instinctually slam on the clutch, made his mind stir and his vision a bit blurry for a few moments before everything resettled in deafening silence.

Who do you think you’re talking to, you imbecile?

Again, Nikolai said nothing, trying to brush his partner aside for now.

He could feel Sonya’s blackness as soon as he had hit her driveway. Her aura, which she had nearly prided herself in making as heavy and oppressing as possible, sucked him in everytime. And he didn\'t fight it as he entered her realm. Her property was draped in that same translucent cover that Sonya had left on his bed when she had spent a few nights there. It was thick and seducing, even from a distance.

Black Widow Spider.

Nikolai smirked as he turned off his engine and stepped out of the car in front of her grand, haunted house. It was precisely as he remembered it.

He had been missing in action, so to speak, for nearly two weeks, leaving just before another one of her ridiculous parties to which he was uninvited -- even if he did attend almost every one of them with Sonya at his side. The scent of humans and aristocratic immortals still lingered all over the front of the house, the neatness of the property that was draped in Sonya herself. But there was a scent out of place among her flowers and absent partiers and the rolling sea just beyond the back of the house.

There was a human in Sonya\'s house. A hard one, holding Sonya\'s attention.

Nikolai\'s jaw clenched and he licked the backs of his teeth, his smirk fading. The young vampire headed for the front door and pushed it inward without even an announcement of his presence -- Sonya would have already known he was there anyway. He ignored the portrait on the wall of an evil-looking man whom he knew to be Sonya’s husband and sire, and went straight through towards the piano room with a measured pace where he could hear her speaking with a smile on her lips to a human who wanted nothing more than to bone the old bitch.

He came into the room with a touch of noise, announcing his presence to the human – for Sonya had already brushed her pulsing aura against him in a coy attempt to draw him closer. His face remained frozen in a very cold smirk as both of them turned to look directly at the younger vampire.

“I’m sorry.” He said feigning enough politeness to convince any human of his lie. “Am I interrupting something?” His eyes, however, lingered on Sonya alone, his mind seething because of the fact that there was a human – a boy – in her house, a boy who had nothing to offer the queen that could be any comparison to what Nikolai himself had.  

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Re: Lessons in Revenge
« Reply #1 on: March 06, 2011, 01:43:41 PM »
"You have been spending too much time with him.  He isn\'t even warm.  You must find something to distract yourself.  This isn\'t like you."  

Nadia knew enough not to embarrass her in front of her guests at that party, speaking lowly in old Italian - older than anyone there that night.  The Queen said nothing in response and did not look at her daughter who she would never admit was right.  She allowed her eyes to drift among her guests and those that accompanied them.  Most were old, rich immortals, laughing lightly in their pompous conversation, touching each other lightly on the shoulder, warm plump humans at their elbows, casually kissing the backs of their hands.  Speaking of nothing, absolutely fucking nothing.

"Odessa,"

That party was two weeks ago.  Out of all the humans that attended that party, whether they were blood sheep or pets, only one spoke Italian.  It was enough to make conversation interesting, though she found herself wishing that she were speaking with someone else.  Whoever that was didn\'t matter.

Her house had been empty for two weeks, her veins cold for about three.  It was tonight that she had decided to phone that blushing sheep that had so humbly insisted she take his number.  If she had been any more distracted, the ancient would have been flattered.  The scrap of paper sat on the glossy piano for a long time, beside the ash tray with a smoldering filter.  An hour after sunset she had the boy picked up by one of her Escalades with the tinted glass, and within an hour after that he was in her home.  

Alone.

The Queen greeted him kindly, giving him a smile like one throws a treat to a dog who has done something amusing.  She allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, bowed slightly and looking into her face to see if her smile would reach her eyes.  It did not.  He said something witty and light, shyly placing his hands into his pockets, his face full of blood.  He had dressed nicely, as if she would be impressed by anything besides his steady heartbeat.  Charming, maybe.  

Despite her eloquent tongue, the sole thing on the Queen\'s mind was the way his blood perfumed her walls, teasing her nostrils and tongue.  Precisely how she had intended it to.

They chatted for about an hour, casually, in Italian, pausing every so often for the meaning of a word that the woman was far too old to understand.  She could smell his cock filling with blood and feel the heat move in his body at the slightest touch or the way she moved.  Child\'s play.  It was all unconscious, unintentional, laced within everything she did.

Disconnected,

She sat him by the piano, for that was the nature of the visit.  He played when he was a boy, back in Italy when his parents cared about keeping him occupied.  He hadn\'t touched a piano since coming over seas, couldn\'t remember the way his fingers should move.  The woman insisted that he would remember the instant his fingers touched the smooth, milky white.  As with everything, she was right.  The room filled with clumsy, hesitant notes, virgin fingers who knew the body but had never felt passion.  Her smile did not touch her eyes.  

Sonya could feel his blood as though her veins were already filled with him.  He was rushing with excited heartbeat when she leaned over him, casually moving her fingers with instruction.  "No, not that, do it like this.  Yes, more like that", mindless words, old mindless Italian words.  She had every intention of feeding from him, but not until he was filled with feeling - something with more vibrancy.  More adrenaline.  Something so alive it was distracting.  The heartbeat, filling her ears, her fangs.

There was a car down the road.  

The ancient moved away for a moment, looking to the door as if someone had stepped in.  The Italian boy asked her if something was the matter and she gently told him to continue playing.  A text message was sent out, a commend to open the gate to the Camero that would be arriving at the edge of her properly in five minutes.

The bitterness stopped her habitual breathing.

"No, no no no.  Do this, not that.  Play it more like this.  Pretend the piano is a woman, pretend you are making love to her, coax the moans from her depths."  The blood rushing around in the human\'s body would surely be like a beacon to any immortal in the vicinity.  The thought amused the woman, and her smile was icy as she leaned over the boy.  In five minutes, the boy asked if someone had opened her door.  The immortal laughed musically, drawing a quizzical expression from the human.  "Just play,"  Her eyes did not leave the keys, the black and white.

Two weeks.  Fucking amusing.

She turned to Nikolai, who had purposely made noise for the benefit of the mortal, who jumped regardless and shifted to hide his erection.  The music ceased.

"No, of course not."  She touched the shoulder of the boy, indicating that he stay silent, and took a step away from the piano.  She smiled with the same smile she used at her parties when she didn\'t give a fuck about the person who was talking.

"Is there something you want?"  All politeness from the Queen.
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Re: Lessons in Revenge
« Reply #2 on: March 06, 2011, 02:25:42 PM »
No matter how much of a fucking cunt she was and always had been from the night that he met her, he was still a sucker for her beauty. Sonya moved with such a grace he could not ignore, as if she were trying to tempt him into getting a hard-on. Her gaze steady and deep, her face and body chiseled out of stone. Cold fucking stone. The bitch was fucking gorgeous beyond words and she fucking knew it too, forcing her aura deeper and darker until she was a black hole of seduction. When her teal eyes finally landed on him, something happened and a flicker of a dream flashed in his mind and then was gone. It made him angry beyond reason. She made him angry beyond reason. It wasn\'t the first time he had ever wanted to shake her violently, and it wasn\'t the first time that he had bit back the urge to do so, knowing how much stronger she was. So instead, he bit his tongue and drew blood, licking the backs of his teeth again.

"A consultation with the queen of the fucking world, of course." There was something bitter behind his widening smirk. His English was loud enough for the human to hear and he made no attempt to hide it from the human. "Without the presence of her snack of the night." The prick offer his arm up to the queen, hoping that she would take it like she usually did, though he could tell that she was pissed at him, as usual.

Just to spite him, he knew, she continued to stare at him with that hard gaze, as if he hadn’t said anything in the first place. He sighed under his breath and put his arm down, losing his own gamble. That boy played on, but he could feel his attention on Sonya, could feel his aura leaving the piano. As if he was going to protect Sonya from him or something ridiculous. The temptation to dart over there and snap that little fucker’s neck was strong and he would have done it too, if it weren’t for Sonya staring him down.

“Alright then. Sonya. What the fuck are you doing?”

And of course, she didn’t answer, staring at him in the same manner as he always knew she would. His tongue glided over the backs of his clenched teeth.

“Playing with your food again? Or are you just insulting me just to be a fucking cunt?”

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Re: Lessons in Revenge
« Reply #3 on: March 06, 2011, 02:48:00 PM »
The prick knew better than to address her like that when she had company--as though they were on equal ground within her own home.  He should know better, but she knew that he didn\'t give a fuck about all of that.  It infuriated and attracted her.  It was fucking up everything that she was trying to do.  Nadia was right, she was spending far too much attention to him.  He had nothing for her.  

What the fuck was he so angry about?  Weren\'t they finished with this bullshit?

Her expression was controlled firmly, and she looked at him as though he hadn\'t spoken at all, unblinking.  She exhaled slowly through her nose.  The human asked her, in Italian, if something was the matter, eying Nikolai warily.  She could feel the desire to stand up for her flare in his blood, but wisely he remained seated at the bench.  The boy was well aware of vampires, he wisely recognized when he was unable to fight.  The woman did not look at the boy, but replied that he should continue to play and that she would be back in a moment.  She could feel the absence of blood in the back of her throat, blackness churning in her gut.

The music began again.

The Queen was all fluid movement as she stood beside him, hissing silently in the way she did when she was displeased.  Her arm shot out, fingers burrowing into the flesh of his bicep.  She continued to walk toward the doors to the deck, fluidly as before, dragging him along as though he were made of paper.  Sonya wasn\'t about to let him fuck with her again like this.  The glass doors opened without her touch, with more force than needed.  She shoved him through the door, walking onto the deck herself before closing the door behind her.

Her expression was black.

"I\'ll not have you address me like that when I have a guest."  It was backed with a threatening undertone, though she made no move.

"What the fuck do you want,"  The Queen looked pointedly at him.
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Re: Lessons in Revenge
« Reply #4 on: March 06, 2011, 03:02:08 PM »
He could feel her fingers burrow in his arm, but there was no way of stopping her. Unwillingly he groaned as she dragged him backwards and out of her house onto the porch. She flung him and he hit the railing of the porch hard, and hissed out loud.

"What do you mean \'what do I want\'?" His tone lowered, and spat through his teeth. The feeling of infuriation was mutual -- but then again so was the attraction. Never had he met a woman who could hold her own with him -- and one who would do so willingly. It was something that he couldn\'t let go of so easily. "What the fuck are you doing with that... that thing! you reek of him, like he\'s been some fly you keep pulling back into your fucking web for the sake of making yourself feel better."

He felt her darken yet again paced away from her, seething as his arm slowly tried to heal itself from the penetration of her bare fucking nails. Nikolai glanced at her hand, still coated lightly in his blood and the thought caught him funny, making him smirk. It was just like usual, his blood coating her fingers.

"Jesus Christ, Sonya, come on!"

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Re: Lessons in Revenge
« Reply #5 on: March 06, 2011, 03:13:43 PM »
For a moment she said nothing, feeling the anger burn within her from the ill-placed insinuation he made.  The Queen watched him pace, feeling nothing for him in his bleeding arm.  She hated him, fucking hated how easily he came into her house and left like it was just another place, like it was fucking Risk, like it didn\'t fucking matter where he was, like he was entitled to being in her presence.  

You let him in yourself.

"I don\'t know what you are talking about, or what the fuck you think you\'re talking about."  She was silent, watching for a moment, knowing that he would counter with something she wouldn\'t be able to answer to.  There was a fraction of a moment of something like panic as she sought to find the upper hand before he did.

"I don\'t need to answer to you."  The Queen was all bitterness.  
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Re: Lessons in Revenge
« Reply #6 on: March 06, 2011, 03:20:14 PM »
"No, you don\'t!" He spat back at her, quick on her heels. "But don\'t sit there and insult yourself by fucking flirting with it as I walk into your fucking house!" He\'d be surprised if she didn\'t take a swing at him now. He simply loved to dig his own grave with Sonya.

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« Reply #7 on: March 06, 2011, 03:24:40 PM »
She laughed musically.

"Flirting?  Really?  Is that what you thought it was?"  If she hadn\'t thought the idea so ridiculous, she would have bled him again.  As if she needed to flirt to get what she wanted, to feed, to have a conversation.  She continued to laugh, empty, the way she did when someone thought they said something funny and she was trying to be polite.

"And what fucking difference would it make to me whether or not you were walking into my house?"  Her expression fell darkly.
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« Reply #8 on: March 06, 2011, 04:16:40 PM »
"Fuck you." He seethed, continuing before it could sink in. He then added with a bitter laughter, "Because you fucking knew I was walking into your house and you fucking sat there and said it fucking anyway!"

"You\'ve got that thing riled up, purposely. You brought it here so you could fuck around with it, however the fuck you were planning on doing that," he spat with insinuation. Nikolai knew her games; he played them himself and played them better than any fucking human could ever play. "And now it thinks that it\'s got competition with me!"

That thought, the mere idea that a human could out-do him in anything was as simple an insult as it spitting in his face. "And you\'re doing nothing but egging it on!"

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« Reply #9 on: March 06, 2011, 04:35:40 PM »
"What I chose to do isn\'t any of your fucking business." she spat, meeting his eyes with sudden ferocity.

The nerve, as if he fucking owned her.  What did he expect her to do?  Wait around until he came back?  She wasn\'t some doe-eyed whore.  He wasn\'t the only thing in her fucking life.  Of course the human was riled up, why wouldn\'t he be?  Why wouldn\'t she egg him on if she was going to feed from him?  Not that she was about to fucking explain anything to him.  She frankly didn\'t give a shit whether or not he was in her house. She wasn\'t going to budge on this.  He didn\'t matter.  Didn\'t fucking matter.  She was going to do whatever she wanted to do.

Who was he to assume that he had any sort of influence or otherwise over what she decided to do or who she decided to spend her time with?  They were not tied to one another and would never be.  The fact that he was acting so fucking jealous of the blood sheep was insulting.  She wasn\'t about to be played with.
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« Reply #10 on: March 06, 2011, 05:18:02 PM »
"No?" He pushed, approaching her until her resentful eyes were forced to look up to him in a contest of glaring and her lovely tits were pressed against him. "Then answer me one fucking question: what exactly do you plan on doing with it here? Don\'t insult me and tell me you were even thinking about bedding it!"

The younger caught himself before he said the words \'in my bed\'. He quickly bit his tongue and drew blood again, soothing a snarling, twisting Judas at the implication he almost made. That bed in that room wasn\'t his. It was hers; it was in her house. But the idea of anything even trying to fuck her the way that he did in a bed that smelled like he and Sonya was degrading and disgusting. Not because he wanted to control her or have anything to do with that, but because of the sake of comparison. That bed was a throne, one used to please the queen, not to giggle and put fingers in pies and blush. It was an insult to think that she would take to fucking this...thing over him.

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« Reply #11 on: March 06, 2011, 05:26:29 PM »
She slapped him by reflex, though not hard enough to send him flying across the deck.  Reflex or not, she didn\'t regret the action.  She could have killed him for all of the implications she was making.  Did she fucking smell like she intended on bedding him?  Or was the lack of warmth in her veins not obvious enough.  It didn\'t fucking matter.  She wasn\'t about to answer to him.

The playing of the piano had stopped, though the boy hadn\'t moved.  She could feel his unease through the stone of her house, feel him wonder where she had gone or if he should go outside or just leave.  She didn\'t care.  She didn\'t fucking care.  Not when she had more pressing things to take care of.  

The Queen glared darkly at him, refusing to deliberately put space between them like it was some sort of game where she wasn\'t going to show how uncomfortable she actually was.
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« Reply #12 on: March 06, 2011, 05:35:51 PM »
That dainty little hand of hers, the one that tortured him constantly on countless nights of anonymous sex and fucks, the one that traced his tattoos on his arms and chest afterwards, the one that she used to lovingly rip his piercings out of his body, connected hard with his face and fucked up his vision all over again. He staggered from the impact of the blow, sound and light blending before him as she stood there, the only solid thing in his proximity. Nikolai came back, the world still spinning. Straightening himself with a growl, his eyes caught her gaze rank with anger. But something, something from the sleep of the day flicked across his vision.

His lips were on hers before he even recognized that he moved, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist nearly squeezing her to him.

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« Reply #13 on: March 06, 2011, 05:48:53 PM »
Checkmate.

At first she was frozen and unresponsive, wrestling with the desire to respond.  The familiar grasp at her waist was exactly what she had been trying to forget that she wanted - and it came so suddenly that it was nearly impossible to ignore.  Her frame relaxed, lips moving against his almost against her will.  Out of her control.  She hated him.  She hated how he could so casually leave like nothing mattered, like he wasn\'t getting to her at all, and come back whenever the fuck he wanted and expect her to be--  Be what, fucking loyal?  It didn\'t make any fucking sense to her.  What frustrated her more was the fact that she was so fucking bothered by all of this.  Just when she was trying to get over it because it wasn\'t fucking anything to begin with, he fucks it all up again.

Her lips moved with more passion and she pressed herself to him, hinting to her desire ever so briefly before she tore herself away.  No.  She wouldn\'t be so easily swayed, so easily broken.  That wasn\'t who she was.
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« Reply #14 on: March 06, 2011, 05:59:05 PM »
There was a painful growling in his ear, a pulling at his throat but he pushed through it. Nikolai had, in that instance, made his choice. But when she melted and kissed him back, when he became aware of nothing but her pressed against him for real, her tender flesh moving over his mouth with as much passion as he offered her, he forgot about the human and Judas and the drugs and how fucking angry he was at her for slapping him in the fucking face again.

But just as she had stepped forward into him she stepped back and took her lips with her. "Shit," he half-whispered, not meaning to at all. His hands lingered on her hips, her exposed skin cold even to his touch. With difficulty Nikolai\'s eyes found hers again.

"You didn\'t answer my fucking question."