Curse of the Fallen Quest: Ring Bearer's Trilogy

[Quiet_Cool]

Christian

IT wasn't a good time for a hunting lesson, but my own were on the prowl, and those that might disrupt would be closely watched.
"Of course," I returned, smiling. "It is actually quite simple. The tricky part, is keeping your actions hidden while you feed. Come, let's go find a few candidates, and we'll go from there..."
I was curious to see what skills the girl had, in terms of both persuasion and otherwise.
"If anything happens, stay close by me."

 

[Sweetp4u]

A.B.

A moment of doubt crossed her mind, unsure exactly how she would interact with someone awake and coherant? She did need to feed and rest, better now to get it done with. It wasn't that she didn't know how really but lacked the self confidence in herself to approach someone and give them a choice of coming with her or not. Of course she did not know to trance someone and do her thing, but she hated to use it. It was easier if they were asleep. They were easily susceptible to her advances in a deep sleep.

"Alright." She nodded, following his instructions, she remained by his side and followed him back into the populated area of the club. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowds, looking for a guy by himself or a woman. Someone easily drawn away and not noticed as missing, even a couple would do. She didn't know Christian preferences, and was too shy to ask what he would be looking for. He was a big guy, he could handle his own well enough without her.

She stood on her toes and whispered into his ear (which wasn't all that soft given the music's volume) "What about upstairs where there are fewer people?" She pointed above incase he didn't hear everything she said. She should save voice and time and just speak to his mind, but then again would he know it was her or his own thoughts? If she could catch someone's eyes, that would be all it took to snare her prey.. If they looked into her eyes long enough that is.

 

[VandalHeart]

: Now this is just a travesty. You turncoat, and he STILL gets her before you do. Why, under Heaven, did I have to be stuck with the likes of you?
Gumo's demon spoke in his head, but now there was no anger in response.
Well, he knew her longer. Besides, we'll get our chance with her sooner or later. Just be patient.
There was a momentary silence in his head as the demon slowly took stock of what had just been thought in it's direction. It's host had never spoken quietly with it let alone said something it AGREED with. Something was wrong...or beautifully right, one could not tell. Either way the demon couldn't quite bring itself to reprimand him for his earlier brashness. This was just too strange.
His mind tranfixed on the scene that was about to unfold before he and Sebulba before they left.
Gumo leaned towards Sebulba and asked, "is he always that...entertaining?"

 

[poohlive]

"Ahh, here we are, "Sebulba motioned for the door to Mongrel's private study.
At the mention of entertaining, Sebulba glanced back at one of the guards who had just rushed away to get him something to cover himself.
"Entertaining? Oh, yes, the help here is always good for a laugh or two. The magic in the air has an effect on some people, others it doesn't. Depends on how much you have your wits about you. Mongrel, he has a way of getting under people's skin without them knowing it."
Opening the door, he bowed slightly to let the man in.
Mongrel stood there, silent, barring in the office. He looked the man up and down, somewhat disappointed in what he saw. He thought there would be more in all of this.
Even the weakest of players had their strengths though. Perhaps after all he would be of some distant use. Even if it was just to mess around with.
"Well, I heard you are interested in joining this little group. What makes you think you are in any way valuable to me?"

 

[VandalHeart]

Gumo was forced to smile at the greeting he recieved.
"Join? Heheh, I never said anything about joining, chi'in-ta. I did, however express an interest in, shall we say, investing in your venture currently under way."
Gumo looked back at Sebulba and his wicked grin.
"Farbeit for me to presume, but with the exception of Sebulba here, it seems your officers are a bit overworked. I would also guess, however, that they are overpaid, as opposed to underpaid. May I sit?"
Without really waiting to hear if he got an answer, Gumo sat down.
"I don't really know how strained your resources are at the moment, but more could never hurt. Besides, sooner or later, you'd have to hire more if you were going to rule the world, and if your current forces recieved a pay cut, they might not be as willing to work as loyally as before. I understand that any who attacked you directly would most likely fail miserably and most likely fatally, but truly, even you couldn't have missed that good help is SO hard to find these days."
Gumo gave him a bit of a smile.
"I propose that you and I pool our resources, and ferret out any and all threats that could possibly stop us in our mutual goal. That being, I've heard a lot about you from Willow, Aria, and Lance, and eveything I've heard tells me, that I want you to use that book."
There was only the slightest of a twitch as the P'o screamed in the back of Gumo's head, but it was only at the intensity. The demon wasn't fighting him anymore.
It liked this.

 

[nightray]

Ray

I look in to Kat’s eyes seeing the searching look in them as I struggle with my self to tell her. What would she say this is darkness deeper then what she went threw? My ring begins heating up pulling with my hart beet. I feel a tear run down my cheek whether it was fear anger frustration or something ells I don’t know.

I lean in not thinking my lips lightly brushing hers sending a shiver threw me. I close my eyes as I pull away my mind opening to her inviting her in silently. Letting her see the darkness with in the struggle to keep my old self ass the new try’s to take over trying to make me fee something darker then any thing the earth has seen. I don’t let her see that not able to force the darkness with in to revel the full truth.

I step away from her the darkness enveloping my mind agene as I stumble to the coach disbelief about what I just did. The feel of her lips on mine lingers as the brush of her mind dos. My eyes look out the windows not daring to look at her not wanting to see what was on her face not daring. My mind swirls more as the fight with in rages anew. I fight to find the center to bring calmness.

My hands move to the hilts of my swords griping them tight the cold from the dark sword spreading threw my like ice as the sword of truth brings warmth the two meeting in my center werling like a hurricane as I seek the eye. I snarl silently and stand moving to the door up to the roof ignoring Kat and the humans needing to reels the presser to calm my self.

I burst out on to the roof the swords coming out of there sheaths easily. I move in the dance of death moving faster then any human could hope to fallow as the dark and the sight of the swords sweep over the roof and sky my rage bursting forth as I once agene seek the center the calmness.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Christian

Upstairs?
I nodded back, smiling my half-smile again, feeling a little heat course through me as I did. Was I regaining some of my old self back? No, most likely, I was just getting tired, and needed to feed. BUt the idea, the mere possibility was one I wanted to hold onto for a while, to possibly enjoy as a fantasy where reality might never come of it.
"Upstairs is fine," I mouthed to her, not bothering to voice the words. It was probably too loud for her to hear me, anyway.
We worked our way toward the staircase that led to the upper level. There, many couples stood around, taking advantage of their time away from the mass of people to cool down and sip on thier drinks in more privacy. Singles floated among them as well, as this was the general area for anyone who didn't have much desire to dance, or be overly social on a given night.
Eyes scanned the girl and I as we walked through, several of the patrons knowing me to see me, I was sure, but the girl holding thier attention, her scars taking thier attention.
I turned to her, putting my arm around her, trying to block thier field of vision, and knowing I was probably making the girl more uncomfortable than their stares were, but also feeling an odd big-brotherly duty to protect her in some way.
"Where to, darling?" I asked, speaking normal tone, letting others hear.

 

[Sweetp4u]

A.B.

Weaving through people, this way and that, she did her best not to get stepped on or pushed anywhere. AS time wore on and people began to feel the effects of their drinks, this place was getting mildly wild around her.

Clearing the stairs right beside Christian she felt eyes train on her, in their directions. She relaxed a little, it was because of Christian they were turning to look. She had heard they ran this place, so he would be well known.

Moving back further into the alcove above, it did become aparent they were staring at her as more and more eyes met her own. This would work, even if they were disgusted with her appearence, she could hold their eyes. Halting a moment, Christian's arm moving around her as he spoke up, "Where to, Darling?" That did cause a slight flush and she did what she could to avoid looking at him. If she wasn't so shocked, she might have laughed. She focused on the laughing idea and smiled, looking around the room she pointed a rather crowded and busy section.

This was taking alot more nerve than she was used to, but Christian made her feel safe, so why not? She moved towards a table at the end of a short row, all the tables up from them to the stairs were full, so they wouldn't be in the middle of this mess, but still easily turned and talked to.

She moved forward, leading Christian and herself across the room and to the chair. Once she seated herself, she glanced around yet again. Perhaps a female target? Someone small and tiny who would not put up much of a fight? She turned in her chair to face Christian and leaned towards his hear, it appeared she was flirting with him to the others.

"Is there somewhere dark up here and quiet to take them to? Restroom perhaps? Back door?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and rested her chin on that hand, keeping her mouth nearer his ear at all times. "I just need to capture their eyes and we're served." She giggled a little, her eyes moving from the crowd to his cheek which was rather up close.

Second thought, she thought to herself as she turned her face back to the amassing people, she shouldn't look at him for too long. "I am too far out of practice to even pretend to be flirting.." She mumbled knowing he could hear it, who else would she be talking to anyway?

 

[poohlive]

Mongrel sat down in his chair, turning away from the man for a minute. The high back of the chair offered little to see of him, perhaps a shadow lingering in the darkness. Black upon black swirling with the death of innocent blood.
Another one.
One more pomous windbag wanting a piece of his dominance. At least Vladimir pretended to offer loyalty throughout the ordeal. This man promised nothing more than money, not even that.
Money. Worthless value in a superficial society destined to become his anyway.
The man claimed to have heard of him, perhaps his reputation was shrouded in more mystery than he imagined? A wizard such as himself simply has to look at a mountain, and it would turn to gold in fear of something worse.
Treachery, treason. Maybe this man was simply wanting to bargain in order to rescue his friends? Mongrel could see that. A man thinking this would be his final resort, rather than face the wrath of the dragon head on, befriend it, while the knife slowly went around the back.
If that was the act, Mongrel would play his part. He could say he needed money, want pathetic information for stupid aged chronicles that were needless to him, even let his guard down while an escape was attempted.
Sure.
What better way to tear down the hearts of impudent rebels, other than to befriend them as well.
The chair swivelled, and he came out of his deep thought, nodding to the man standing next to him.
"All right. You promise your resources, and your money, and once I have received the last page, I will let you have the book for a time. Partners, until the end..."
A wicked idea ponounced itself in his mind.
"Perhaps you would like to show loyalty first though? A basis of trust for me to go on. I do not readily let anyone just join my organization. If you were to prove yourself worthy to me, and a rebel to the ringbearers you have immersed yourself in."
Mongrel went to go fix himself a drink, "The death of Aria, by your hands?"

 

[poohlive]

Her blood. Sweet and sensual on his lips. They were right next to her's, shallow breath inhabiting his mouth. Lover's breath, as his eyes turned to hard stone against hers.
Her brown eyes.
Her sweet caramel hazel eyes that always met him with such kindness.
No, but they weren't brown. They were never brown. Blue eyes, calm and serene, filled with fear and tears that both beckoned each other on tempted him as memories began to fade back.
To fill in each blue pool with the snaked sword of truth.
"No," His whisper cried out to her, as if to force those eyes to change to the color he had seen so many times in fairest nightmares.
"No, Gwendolyn... No"
He stepped back, the glass shard moving with a gleened procision away from her and down to his side. Blood dripped along his side, but whether it was hers or Willow's no one really knew.
The face transformed, but it was always there. In his blindest of passions, he had seen his lost love come back to him. Her request to love him, to feel him fueled his ancient lust for someone else.
For someone he had lost so long ago.
Lost again, with the same blind rage to satisfy Mongrel and his abhorred quest for madness.
"Aria. Why?"
But his question hung like a pregnant drop of blood on the shard, awating for gravity's final push to ascend down to the dirt floor. Making a straight trail through the air, straight and dire in its own right. A fleeting moment for the drop, but the moment gone and an eternity of lying there on the chosen ground, nothing in a sea of nothing.
"You killed her!"
Blind rage turned his cheek. Aria lost to him, the world spinning on a crazy axis, fueling the hot blood that now pumped through his veins. He pointed the bloody dagger at Lance, who could barely look up to accept the accusation.
"I didn't bring her to her death."
"You told her to flee with the book. You helped her with the plan, and of Mongrel's betrayal. She died cause of you."
"NO! LIES!! You took her away from me. You killed her, you made Mongrel kill her. She was supposed to be mine, she was supposed to be a present of my servitude."
"What gift has Mongrel ever given you but pain and heartache? What present has he shown you for all these years of inprisonment. You have lived almost as long as I, but have you ever lived? Have you ever been able to love?"
Willow took out a gun, reaching beneath his belt. The time for ironic blades was over. He pointed it at Aria's head, with deadly accuracy. The bullet trembled in the chamber, anxious to meet its partner in death.
"Who do you love Aria? You've got a gun to your head, and time runs swiftly through the hourglass. No lies, no bullshit. Right here, the truth. Who do you love?"
He began to squeeze his hand against the glass dagger again, blood dripping out more profusely than before. It seemed to draw the attention as the entire room paused to hear the answer that would decide just who would accept the bullet.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

"Who do you love Aria? You've got a gun to your head, and time runs swiftly through the hourglass. No lies, no bullshit. Right here, the truth. Who do you love?" His voice betrayed his anger and fear of my answer. His actions proved he was at the edges of insanity and a dangerous being.

Everything zoned out around me, even my heartbeat slowed down, but the fear wasn't in the forefront of my mind. A way to get him away from me was there however. I knew what I had to do, I knew what I hoped would happen, did.. It was risky, but this whole entire thing was one big risk.

Shaking still, his blood loss did not escape my eyes, nor were the words he hurtled at Lance. His mind so gone, he seemed almost to regress back to childhood with his actions and statements. He was obsessed with a dead woman, a woman Lance apparently had 'taken' from him. How would that feel? How did it feel? By the look on Willow's face I'd say it felt worse than being run over.

Tears streaked my face, all these thoughts moving through my head at a rate far faster than I was used to and all zeroing in on one goal. Distraction.

"Lance." Breath held, I didn't even glance his way to give him an apologetic glance. I could do nothing but hope that the answer was the one Willow did not want to hear. Not even I could pretend to love Willow convincingly to save my life. Lance could return, I could not, but be that as it may, if I died now, it wouldn't be with a lie on my lips.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Christian

A restroom or a back door? SHe was definitely new to this.
Before I thought of the words to explain the difference in what she was thinking and what we would most likely get away with, she muttered something else, something I barely heard.
"I am too far out of practice to even pretend to be flirting.."
I turned to her.
"Out of practice?" I whispered to her, not truly a whisper but spoken words, low volume enough to constitute a whisper here.
I smiled, this one more genuine, "You're doing fine. And we won't be taking them anywhere. We'll do things right here."
I pointed to a couple at a table nearby, this table more off to one side, the closest thing to private the club provided its customers. The two were kissing deeply, his hands working thier way beneath her shirt. Customers walked by at an arms length, not even seeming to notice. When his lips found her neck, I glanced back to A.B.
"See, no one even notices," I explained. "The important thing is to make sure no one loses too much blood. They have to walk out the door at the end of the night.""Excuse me," a female voice began. I turned, expecting we might have already found our first victim for the night, when my eyes fell on a young blonde girl, her boyfriend next to her, eyeing A.B. suspiciously, but still smiling slightly.
"Yes?"
"We were wondering why you looked familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"
"If you come here a lot, maybe," I responded. "Would you two like to sit down?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

A.B.

"You're doing fine. And we won't be taking them anywhere. We'll do things right here." Right here? She almost protested when he pointed out a couple she had not noticed before now. Watching intently as his lips trailed down from her lips and over her neck, She felt an answering shiver. Feeding...In public?! Good lord!

Her eyes turned back to his, meeting briefly before the voice behind interrupted. Moving back away from him slightly, she hadn't noticed how closely she was pressing to his side until that moment. Well they bought it, didn't they? Turning her head slightly, she let her hair fall from her upturned face as she gazed at the couple.

"God, it's now or never girl! Live and learn a little.." her mind pushed her gently and allowed her to offer a friendly smile to the curious male looking over her face. She scooted over a little from Christian, watching as the two sat down. The young woman obviously entranced with Christian and not paying Anna a bit of attention, this worked fine for her. However the guy couldn't seem to stop looking at her.

He's curious, but too shy or deems it rude to ask. Turning her dark eyes on his, she held his gaze firmly. No coy, no turning away, more of a staring contest, only she was soothing away his fears and whatever else might make him walk away.

She bent forward over the table, placing her arms on it to hold her up as she moved towards him slightly. Body language was important, right? God she hoped she was doing this right.. Would be easier if she found a drunk target!

"They're obviously enjoying their conversation aren't they?" She motioned her head towards Christian and the blonde. He only nodded and smirked a little as if used to his date doing this?
"You come here often?" She smiled and laughed softly, "That was not a line, I am new here myself." He laughed as well nodding his head.
"Yeah." Was his only responce.
"She your girlfriend or wife?" She pressed for an answer with her eyes.
"No." He obviously was a one answer man. It suited her anyway, less 'get to know you' stuff before dinner.

Being bolder than she felt, she moved to the chair sitting next to him, "Do you mind?" She asked, his head shaking no as his eyes scanned the good side of her face.
"What..never mind." He paused his own question.
"What happened to me?" She volunteered the information, smiling and trying to put him at ease. His eyes kept darting to his date but he was visibly relaxing.
"Yeah..?"
"Some sicko didn't like how I looked and attacked me." She said low enough not many could over hear, well except for Christian.
"Thought about surgery? I mean, ladies fix their noses all the time... Sorry that is crude isnt it?"
"No, I am used to people asking the same question. I haven't decided yet if I wish to risk corrective surgery.. I could turn out with worse scars than I have already if I did that.."
"It isn't that bad.. you're just pale.. I guess they stand out." He shrugged, his fingers threading together on the table.
"I don't go out much durring the day.. I ahhh work nights and you get used to the night life after awhile.." She smiled and turned her body towards him. His eyes moved over her small frame, from stomach to neck and finally back up to her eyes.
"Are you old enough to be in here?"
She laughed at that, "Yes, I am definately old enough to be in here." He relaxed more and sat back in the chair. "Need a drink?" He offered and she nodded her head, that would be a nice way to help ease tensions.
Her eyes moved across the table to Christian's as he sat talking to the blonde. Giving a slight smile, she turned her attention to the waitress taking their order.
"You sure you don't mind me sitting here? I don't want your friends to see whom you are with and give you grief of any kind..." She played it carefully, unsure almost how to proceed exactly. No draining them? They had to walk out of here.. This was going to be tougher than she thought.
"No, Hey.. It's alright. They don't know what charming company they are missing." She chuckled at his words, indeed?
"You with him?" He motioned towards Christian with his eyes but whispered softly, he didn't want to offend anyone apparently, or he was making moves? She needed a book on this stuff!
"Christian? He is a friend of mine..." Her eyes stayed on his, her mind worming into his head a little. "He.. He's not with me in that sense.." her hand rested lightly on his forearm. Her mind urging her to hurry this up before she lost all nerve and got bored. She hated woe'ing her meal.
"Would you like to dance perhaps?" She asked him having noticed a few couples by the end of the room dancing. A perfect reason to get closer to him, close enough to feed.
He nodded and stood, taking her hand in his she allowed him to help her to stand.
"We'll be back Christian." She tried to smile as best she could as she was tugged away.

 

[VandalHeart]

Gumo closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose in obvious annoyance.
"You're not listening, Mongrel," he said as he leaned foreward. "I don't want the book. I wouldn't know what to do with it if I got it. And it's not only resources I'm offering you, it's manpower. I would prefer to go into this deal with my potential partner knowing the full weight of what I am offering and what I want in return."
Gumo set back finally. Suddenly his P'o stirred.
: Ooooo...someone's angry. The hateful chi in this place is spiking to a delectable degree. I think I'll partake. Hope you don't mind.
Doesn't bother me. Be my guest, Gumo replied to the beast. He could use that power flowing through his demon later.
"Tell me, Mongrel," Gumo asked, resuming his conversation with the namebreaker, "how many reliable, living operatives do you really have in the far east? And don't bullshit me, because if you honestly think that anyone raised in the west is reliable over there, or one raised in the east that would willingly turn on their bretheren, for that matter, I assure you that you are horribly mistaken."
There was a bit of a silence as Mongrel began to contemplate once more. Gumo thought it best to address all of the subjects at hand. Wouldn't want to give any wrong impressions.
"And if you really want Aria dead, all I ask is that I be allowed to have some time to enjoy her before she dies."

 

[The GrandMage]

Dark Shadows in a Big City

They were waiting when Vladamir returned. He didn't look at the man standing in the middle of the room. He didn't look towards the dark figure that stood facing the door he had just shut, or the drawn sword it held in it's one hand. He sat down, looking over at the young druid sitting away, checking thing against a map.

"So, you decided to wait until I got back to say goodbye. How sweet."

The dark figure turned, and lifted the sword, pointing it towards Vladamir. "Why?"

Vladamir smiled, and closed his eyes. "For the same reason I do everything, of course. I am merely waiting, and watching. And one day, perhaps very, very soon, I will see what I have been waiting for. Everything else is simply a timekiller."

The dark figure turned, and the man stood up. Together the two left. Death and the living. And the in-between sat, waiting, thinking, wondering if he could even remember what he was waiting for...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Christian

"We'll be back, Christian," she stated, as the man led her off somewhere. I turned my attention to the girl, who smiled and shrugged. Apparently, the couple were what the living liked to call players. Clever name for them: "Players." Life is but a game, and in the end, everyone loses, isn't that it?
LIfe is a dieing struggle, an attempt in vain to top a mountain too high to reach in any one lifetime?
She looked at me, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"Sorry," I replied. "Just spaced for a second."
She smiled, the confused expression melting from her features, then shrugged. "Happens sometimes."
"So, you're boyfriend...is he the jealous type? I don't want any trouble..."
She shook her head. "No, he gets the same benefits I do, so..." SHe trailed off, her eyes dropping to the table, then shifted them up to me again. "Your girlfriend...her face..."
I nodded. "Car accident. When she was in her early teens. She's lucky she survived it."
"Oh," she said. "You don't find them...y'know...unappealing?"
I shook my head.
"Would you care to sit closer?" I asked her, using the question as much as an invitation as a way to change the subject.
"I just might," she returned, grinning as she stood and walked around the table. Instead of sitting in the chair next to me, she sat directly down on my left thigh.
"Is this okay?" She asked, her lips pressed nearly into my ear. I glanced over, seeing her neck within an inch of my face, jugular pulsing in a way humans would never have known they could.
"Perfect," I replied.

 

[Sweetp4u]

A.B.

A little afraid, her hand was firmly held in the big guys hand as they weaved into the crowded dance floor. She had the strength to get away, it wasn't him holding her hand but the bodies pressing so closely as they writhed on the dance floor.

"Here good?" He yelled above the music, she pretended not to hear him until he pointed to the dance floor. Nodding her head, his hands came around her quickly and cupped her bottom.

Pulled tightly against him, he started moving, slowly at first. She watched around the room, watching the others dancing with alot of curiousity. Until a spark in her brain jolted her. They were dancing like the gypsies used to! Smiling, she held his shoulders and moved her own weight around, moving with the beat.

Ok, now to go about this and quickly. She thought, her body hungry. The grinding of his pelvis against her in a suggestive manner was also awakening something else. She pressed closer, allowing him to maul her tiny frame and close all distance between them. His face moved lower, hovering near her ear. A tingle passed down her spine as the faint beating of his heart was caught by her sensitive hearing. His blood was pumping, fast and hard through his system. Beating out a much better beat to move to.

One hand went around his neck and the other around his back, holding him to her, timidly she let her lips brush his neck and felt him stiffen in her arms a moment. Would he pull away?

Pressing closer to her, his hands began to rub up and down her back, his eyes closed but still moving.. Only he was moving much slower than the music was playing. His head turned and his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Want to go somewhere private?" He whispered to her. Go somewhere for what purpose? Surely he wasn't thinking what she thought he was??

"Here, let's stay here awhile... please?" She whispered back into his. Her eyes landed on an empty table right behind them and upagainst the wall to the upper floor. "Back up to that table." He brushed against her again and she knew what he wanted from her. He moved rather quickly for a human, turning and moving towards the table. Sitting down in one of the seats, she did the least expected thing, she sat astride his lap facing him.

"We shouldn't.. What about .. you know?" His eyes moved upwards to the floor overhead. Her hands ran up his chest and around his neck, her body shivering in answer as her fingertips brushed that pulsating vein. "He likes to watch, it doesn't bother him in the slightest.." She made it up but it sounded good. And his reaction to that statement, she knew it turned him on as well. Wicked things usually did.

Saying nothing, she bent to him and placed her lips on his, her fingers making quick work of mussing up his hair. She rocked against him, knowing that inorder to get away with this, had to look like and feel like desire. A small part of her did admit, she felt the desire as well but was over shadowed by her hunger.

His hands again kneaded her bottom, stroking up and down now and then on her back to return and grind her against him. His eyes locked on her, "I don't understand.. why?" She smiled her eyes meeting his, she knew why he was confused, she just wouldn't tell him the truth.
"Stop talking." She demanded, her lips moving to tease at his ear. So close, so very close to what she craved. Her body shivered and heated up from his roaming hands. She pressed harder down on him, her lips left his ear and teased along his jaw, lips, chin and back to his neck. His answering groan was enough for her. She felt her teeth lengthen and scraped them sensually along his neck.

~Ten minutes later~

He was a little dazed and shaking when she returned him to the table upstairs, but her features were flushed and slightly coulored from her feeding. "Sorry we took so long." She smiled, seating myself and setting down the glass of water. Pushing it before the guy, she sat back in her chair, watching the other two with a new interest. She shivered a little but didn't give it away, the blood felt so damned good flowing through her body as it were.
The guy slowly came back to reality, him playing off the weakness to tiredness and she said nothing about it. He did give her his address and phone number if she wished to play sometime, or perhaps get a bite to eat. She had chuckled when he said that on the stair way. He excused himself, telling his date he was tired and wanted to go as soon as he got back from the bathrooms.

She watched him walk away in silence, her eyes then falling on Christian and the woman on his lap. Was he going to feed soon? Or had he? She was mildly curious to see what he did to get him meal complacent?

 

[poohlive]

He waved his hand a second, as a curt woman entered the room. She was tall, with short cut blonde hair and stunningly chiseled features. She had the look of a model, but also the look of cold blood running through her veins.
Whispering in her ear a moment, she went behind him, fiddling with a few of the monitors.
"I must admit, I have no one that I know or trust in the Orient. I have no one I know or trust in many countries. I keep my business small, humble, if you will. I have a few here in Europe and some in America, that is about it. I never felt the need for anything more."
He gave the look that he still didn't. Why would he care? What does the orient have to offer him? Nothing more than mindless drones able to suit him better once he finds the blasted page.
"I have no need for money, or people. I am not planning on building an army to conquer the world, because the book will do it for me. I don't care to have people in the Orient, because once I find the last page, each and every one of them will bow to me as their new God. Now, if you want to offer me both, fine. I don't look a gift horse in the mouth, but all I ever really care about is loyalty. A ringbearer, loyal and true, that would be beneficial indeed. If I have read some of the lore on those rings precisely, it would be very beneficial."
Mongrel smiled at this, Sebulba giving a guilty look, pretending the floor now held some sort of mocked interest which it did not.

 

[poohlive]

His eyes took on a childlike look. They turned big and bright, as if a man looking on the world for the first time, unable to comprehend all of the bright colors and tones. Big doe eyes, caught in the headlights of her words, as they raced to kill him.
They didn't kill him though. They cut deeper than any dagger or glass shard ever could. She said she loved him, didn't she?
A tear slipped down, unable to stay in the body of where hurt and pain dwelled.
She wanted his love, his touch.
But she didn't. She wanted Lance. Just like Gwendolyn. They all wanted Lance.
"NO!" He turned, a single shot as loud as thunder echoed in the small room. Lance grimaced, his muscles taunt to one side as fresh blood began dripping on the ground. The wound was somewhere high, on his shoulder, dangerously close to his head.
"You loved me! You said..." More tears slipped now, as began to lose focus. The world spun around him, nothing ever making sense, tilting on its axis only to spin some more.
"You said you wanted me," The gun, held now by a shaky hand, went back and forth. Choice after choice unable to be made. The lover, or the betrayer. The one who tore open his heart, or the one who stole it away.
"Would you rather die?" Willow dropped to his knees, unable to hold his weight anymore. He cried openly now, not even trying to control himself. He cried the pain of a thousand years loss. Each of them taut against the next.
"Would you rather die, or live in a world without your love? I chose to live... look where it got me? Look where true love has left me? I chose wrong. People say there are worse things than death, and they're right. Living is worse than death."
He rose the gun up to her head, unable to let her live in this world without Lance. He couldn't see her go through a single second of the pain he has endured for centuries. He would kill her first, and then Lance.
Let them be lovers in whatever afterlife they chose.
The finger pressed against the trigger, setting the pin in a repressed strength to bring the hammer down on the pin of the bullet, shooting it out to imbed itselfin her skull.
Just another millimeter.
Another chance for freedom.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Christian

When the two returned, the girl was still sitting on my lap, leaning against me, her head pressed into the nape of my neck, arms loosely holding onto my back.
When the man feigned tired, I glanced to A.B., smiling some, my heart racing still from the blood I'd jsut ingested.
Carefully, I settled the girl into the seat next to me, lightly rubbing her cheeks to rouse her some.
I was beginning to think I'd drained her of too much blood before she finally opened he eyes fully and looked at me, half in disbelief.
"What...?" She muttered, rubbing her head some.
Headrush, I was certain, but it might have just been surprise.
"It seems you're more tired than you thought. It works out. Your boyfriend is ready to go as well."
I waved a hand toward a nearby bouncer, who moved quickly over to me.
"Everything alright?" I asked, whispering the question in his ear. he nodded. "Good. Can you call these two a cab?"
He nodded again.
I turned to the girl, watching as her boyfriend moved clumsily toward the table again.
"If the two of you follow him, he'll take you out front and wait for the cab with you. For safety's sake, of course. You never know what might happen to you in a place like this without adequate security..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

The world froze in place as did my heart, one choice! One choice left. Eyes widening, frighteningly so, I cried out at the same instant I kicked with all my might at his hand.
"NO!" The gun was dislodged from the grip and I pounced on him in the next second. Fangs beared, I went for his throat. My hands pressed against his chest, I hit him unexpectedly and we both went down. Feeling a faint pain, I went for his juggular vein.

 

[Sweetp4u]

A.B.

Watching the couple leave, she felt a nervous tension in her body. Not from circumstances, but because of renewed energy. Her fingers tapped on the table top, her leg bounced up and down non-stop as she sat there.

What to do? What could she do? She felt like running for miles, and yet did not wish to go out either. She gave a faint smile in Christian's direction, her eyes constantly moving around the upper floor.

As soon as the couple was gone, she was back at Christian's side, sitting but yet not holding still. "I am antsy.. Wanna do something?" She smiled, her eyes flashing brightly for a moment as they held his before darting off. Blood was almost like a drug sometimes, the big guy fed her more than enough without being weakened. Training would be good, she could always use some of that, but where? With whom? No place she knew of was open this late, yet she wasn't tired anymore. Her eyes moved back to his a second, smiled and moved on again.

 

[VandalHeart]

Gumo couldn't believe it. Here I am, a thousand years old, and even I've seen movies. It figures he'd be just another public serial villain, convinced of his incapability of failure. Am I spending my time wisely, or could I get this all from a bad manga? Gumo found it better to not to expound upon this.
"Well, if that is the case, I really don't know what I could offer you, but do feel free to utilize my resources, should the need arise."
Gumo shifted his weight, obviously preparing to get up.
"Is there anything else I could do for you?"

 

[poohlive]

Mongrel shook his head, for a moment actually thinking on the idea of assistance. There was nothing he wanted, except for the page. He never had the need for anything more, or anything less. In all his years of fighting hard for the book and the page, the only thing to successfully get in his way were the ringbearers.
"It is a shame," He said, now thinking on the subject, "That you spilled yourself to Aria. You might have been almost useful if they still thought you were one of them. I could have someone they trust on my side, able to find the location of the page, and maybe even to finally kill those blasted ringbearers once and for all. To destroy the curse itself, and not just the man behind the ring..."
He almost sighed at the stupidity of the man and his loose tongue.
"A shame indeed."
Shrugging his shoulders, he nodded to Sebulba. Sebulba gave a nod back, reaching into his pocket.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Christian

"Wanna do something?"
I looked to her, seeing that she was suddenly energetic, from the feeding no doubt.
"What'd you have in mind? Considering of course that we're cautious with what we do concerning our unfriendly visitors."
I looked to her, trying to read what she was thinking, not read her mind, but study and evaluate her mannerisms and movements.
No luck. I was far to used to my own, companions I could read without even thinking.
"Well, A.B. What do you do for fun?"