Hiding in Plain Sight

[Lazorrath]

Noise....so much noise to last a life time within a city that never sleeps. Someone is always awake, someone is always running, someone is always loving and someone is always moving. The noise will lead you to places you never new even existed. The sound of animals howling in the night, the sound of moaning in a cheap room with a busted air unit. The noise would lead you to a fight between two people who have always hated each other. The noise would lead you to someone praying in an alley way for a second chance at life. It would lead you anywhere but when you follow the brightest lights to the loudest noise of New York...you find the heart.

The veins of concrete bumping bodies to the heart of the city. Lights that you could see from space guided the blood of the city back to the heart. A thousand spots to drink, smoke and forget every trouble you had for a few hours. Tonight the the blood flowed to a particularly popular club this night. A three story building made of pristine architecture down to the last tile, filled with the blood of the city.

Pure electronic conducted to become music of this day and age. Blue neon spelled out one of the highlights of the city. The Garden, silhouettes of elegant figures male and female danced behind flowing curtains, every now and again you could see flesh if the wind caught it just right. Lines of heels and two hundred dollar shoes just waiting for a chance to get in. Noise followed each pair of heels with the tap tapping of their phones, texting to find out where their dates were...telling parents they would be home soon. Maybe half might make it back to the right spot with how quick the crowds gathered.

As a 4 Saleen S7 Twin Turbo was driven off by the valet, behind it came a beginning to rust call a cab with ornamental Persian rug covers. As heads turned for all the wrong reason, quick giggles and laughs. Hopping out of the backseat wearing a pair of khaki's, a black polo and touching the ground first was a pair of black vibram five finger shoes. Barely towering over the taxi at 5'5 his pale green eyes quickly glanced, a lifetime of details to be had but he just needed the quick details. How many guns, how much security...anyone lurking where he couldn't see...not likely, not tonight. The fellow looked to be in his late 20's with a pale complexion; a built frame against the tight shirt. A few scars showed on his arms as well as a long patch of dark veins on his right arm. Defined muscle for what flesh was exposed, stout for a small guy. He had sharp cheek bones and goatee on his chin well trimmed.

He put his hand through his short black hair, pulling out a cigarette a quick spark of his zippo and a moment of concentration. Just a second longer to let the eyes forget about the person who didn't wear money. Just a second to get his heart pumping, a second longer to drown out all the noise. It was almost unbearable...it never got easy, taught him to focus though. Closing his eyes he took his first step forward and took in his first breath of the night. Like moving muscles covered in dusty ash, reminding his diaphragm to help move his lungs. As he exhaled he began to flow like water...a wolf in sheep's clothing, or by the bystanders account a sheep.

The fellow approached the 6'2 door man who already had his eyebrow raised. The doorman didn't even bother tapping his ear piece...yet. Looking up at the practically signed line backer he couldn't help but chuckle. A part of him told him to shut the fuck up but as he was face to torso with the doorman he couldn't help it. Finishing his drag and breathing smoke away he spoke up.

"Shift change." With a simple smile on his face and flicking his cigarette he didn't follow up. The doorman almost cracked a smile but he took a quick breath and look back at the joker.

The doorman spoke up frankly. "Takes more then jokes to get in...specially alone. Back of the line." As resistance came his way, the fellow took another drag and nodded his head.

"Tell Rez that Nox is here." The door man paused in his tracks, for a second and Nox just nodded up at the building. Raising a large hand to the ear piece he began to whisper. He looked away for a moment then back to this short man. After a few seconds the door man slowly stepped aside and Nox put out his cigarette between his fingers. "Much obliged."

Few of the people in front cursed openly, girls scowled but Nox didn't even pay attention to that. He had to concentrate on the blasting impact of pure bass that was going to hit him. He had been able to hear during the taxi ride. The first beat was like flashbang gernade going off in his head. The rally of a hundred voices trying to yell over the music. An inward growl left him as he got used to the noise...the noise that lead him back here.

[Something to listen to during] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iExauIrWXXA

The dance floor was a writhing sea snake of bodies as the bass controlled them. That damn noise...the area was a myriad of lights and glass bottles. Nox closed his eyes...like a bat staring into a flood light. Opening his eyes he made his way through the people, every now and then catching a glance around. The security was tight, metal detectors and plenty of back up inside. He made his way along the walls, sticking to the shadows did well for him. With all the movement around him it never really felt safe in a club. By the look of the people dancing you would have thought it was the end of the world.

He flashed his watch out to check the time, 11:37 he was early for once. His pale eyes glanced up to look over the area. Rez would be on the on the second floor vip; it was always his spot. He still had less then an hour, too much time to spare. A sigh left his lip as he was gonna be stuck here for awhile. The fellow made his way to the bar, luckily with the placed filled to capacity there were so many bars on every floor. Shuffling onto a chair he waved the barkeep for a gin and tonic. He took the drink in his hands and sipped at it; the useless gesture of normality.

Every drop he new would get absorbed in some part of him. No drink on that bar would ever let him feel it affects. If he wanted a real drink, he thought as he looked to the dance floor...you gotta get from the tap. With the pulsing lights and music trying to overwhelm his senses he could still stare at a single person, and in a moment hear only there pulse. He could always smell it, there was never stopping it. Nox was able to look into the crowd and he saw a dark haired girl in a glittery silver dress dancing with some friends. Beauty and curves didn't mean a damn thing to him. His mind focused on how long it might take...she might go out for a cigarette in a moment.
Maybe in the bathroom...no too many people never a quiet moment. It would have to be outside it wouldn't take long. Just a taste to make time pass.

"No....no your fine." He reminded himself, no need for that now. Business came first in these situations always. Hunting could wait, especially when the night was still young. Besides with all these people it was too risky, then again with everyone half drunk you could get away with a lot. One man's vice was another was his opportunity.

Then it hit him, as small memory ran through his mind. The flavor of gin, a taste of lipstick...smell of vanilla. A laugh...he closed his eyes just for a moment again. Shaking his head he looked around him for a moment and he looked to the wall of various wine bottles and liquor. The whole world grew silent. The noise was gone for a moment as he stared at the wall of alochol. He blinked once seeing the bottles, he blinked again he saw a mirror shattered. A trail of blood pouring down the mirror lining the cracks and void space.

One last blink and the noise flooded his senses. No sweat but he was a bit shaken as he gained his bearings. Looking to the drink he ordered he put it down and pushed it away from him quickly. The bartender chipped in his two cents.

"Not much of a stomach for gin huh? Nox isnt it?" A blond haired green eyes bartender, gaining quite the attention from his female patrons as he was mixing a tequilla sunrise. There wasn't a quick response from the fellow this time.

"Apparently not...and its Carter."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot hated it here. It was only slightly better than the insufferable loneliness she had known previous to becoming an "artist" - but it was just as well. She couldn't remain a public figure for long. These people were obsessed with taking pictures and...tagging them on facebook. Whereas Elliot wasn't anything near a celebrity - she just sold over-priced canvases that she threw some paint at - she knew that technology would be the end of her current persona. She might as well be bored of society before she was forced to return to lurking in the shadows.

The Garden had bought a fair amount of her latest collection. It was only for that sake that the woman made appearances here. She found comfort in the noise, the chaos. For her, it was a wonderful distraction from facing the details of her own existence. She could watch the mortals, with their trivial concerns and fucked up priorities, and have a little laugh at their expense. Tonight, though, the woman didn't find much interest in what was being said. A particularly vapid woman was sitting in a corner booth with Elliot - the lady had cut the artist a substantial check for artwork that hadn't been created yet, so Elliot had taken the burden of her horrendously shallow conversation for as long as she could stand it. Eventually, the seemingly young artist glanced at her watch, trying not to look outwardly bored. It was 11:30 pm.

"Oh my - how time flies while in such enchanting company," Elliot lied through her teeth. It wasn't at all torture for me, she added in her head. "I wish I didn't have other plans, Maggie. But, as I do..." The woman slid herself out of the booth. As she stood, she brushed her pleated shirt in an effort to smooth out the fabric.

"Oh!" the housewife with too much money and more fake parts than not exclaimed. "Other plans, huh? Have you finally taken my advice?"

Elliot gave the woman a blank look. She couldn't imagine ever accepting advice from Maggie and she wasn't at all surprised that she had not caught and held on to such a thing in their conversations. It would be rude to just walk away, though, so Elliot spoke. "You'll have to remind me, I'm afraid."

Maggie laughed. Likely, she thought it funny that the supposedly intelligent Elliot Pierce had forgotten whatever gem was bestowed to her. It would probably never occur to the other woman that the artist didn't value anything that could possibly fall out of Maggie's mouth. "Just laugh at his jokes, honey."

Oh. That advice was completely useless - and painful. It recalled to mind a detailed conversation about Maggie's relationship with money and objects. And men. They related to each other somehow. Elliot didn't really want to think about it. She mustered a fake smile and nodded before turning to leave. Elliot walked away from the table and considered where she should go - she didn't have plans, she just couldn't suffer anymore of that.

As Elliot made her way to the ground floor of the establishment, she considered that Maggie might have a point. It was muddled and confused - but at the core of the idea, there was companionship. Perhaps it was a longing for such a thing that had drawn the woman out after eighty years of isolation. Still, in the two years that she had openly associated with the public, she hadn't met anyone that seemed worth her attention. Aside from victims, of course.

Elliot appeared to be in her early twenties. She was 5'6" with dungeon prisoner pale skin, faded violet eyes, and long brown hair. Her tresses reached nearly to her hips, with sweeping bangs and tailored layers that framed her face. Her dark gray pleaded skirt was coupled with askew-styled blouse. One shoulder was left completely exposed, the material clinging like a strapless garment. If one shifted their focus to her other shoulder, though, they would find a long, loose-sleeved design similar to a kimono. Thigh-high white stockings covered her legs and led to a pair of knee-high boots. They were kind of grungy looking - they weren't heeled or the least bit shiny. No doubt Elliot had not been let in for her fashion sense.

The woman walked without purpose for several moments. She didn't like being outside of her usual position - out in these lights, directly under the crashing waves of chaotic noise. She considered giving up on the night entirely when her eyes fell on a form sitting at the bar. Without a second thought or hesitation, she approached his location. As she drew closer, she suddenly understood what it was about this one that would have drawn her attention.

Elliot eased herself onto the stool next to the strange man with a pale complexion. He had just been speaking to the bartender, who had since wandered off to distribute drinks to his female patrons. The woman placed an elbow on the bar, facing the man directly. She studied him long enough for it to become obvious. She'd give him the opportunity to glance in her direction before speaking. "What's a handsome creature like yourself doing in a dump like this?" she asked with a smile on her lips.

 

[Lazorrath]

He was still a bit shaken at the moment as his pale greens tried to align everything back together. A hand lifted to his brow, his right eye began to twitch and he could feel his blood moving a little faster. Broken mirrors...when did he see those? Did he ever see that mirror, it all began to blur just a little bit. He was putting himself into a rut, that he couldn't worry about. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something peaceful. It was almost a full moon, or so he thought...that is if the smog in the city didn't help block it up along with the skyscrapers.

He took in a slow deep breath, if it worked for them maybe it could help him. As he inhaled through his nose he took in many scents of the evening. Perfume, alcohol, cologne, cheap weed, good weed, cocaine, shoe polish, ink from a pen three person's down....an old pair of boots. Very old boots as a matter of fact, but it wasn't just the smell that got his attention. That blood, old blood.....he took in a quick smell again. They were less then 30 feet away from him and approaching. His eyes quickly opened that it was still approaching him.

Carter didn't come in with a weapon, no way to get by the metal detectors. She didn't smell of gun powder or metal...then again it wouldn't be the first time a plastic shank went into him. A slight tilt of his head to get a glimpse of her. His found the boots first, they had seen a tour of the world that was for sure. Following the stocking to her skirt the next thing he noticed was her hair. That hair and that blood...she had to be older then at least 90 then.

Ten feet away, choices to be made. A thousand possibilities went through his mind. Did Rez want me dead? No..not here, too public. She's not armed, who the hell are you? Is she real...is it my mind again, have I lost it? As he took in the rest of her form though she was quite a sight though. Her long brown hair, he always appreciated long hair. She took care of it by the look of it. Strange...how for walking corpses it was the most alive thing we had.

Only one way to find out if she was real or not. Worst case he gets stabbed or a drink thrown at him. Her eclectic style...he liked it. Hope I'm not talking to myself again. So there she sat and for the first few moments there was only silence; he didn't look at her he made sure that other people noticed she was there. A few turned heads was all he needed, a small smile came over his face.

When she spoke he turned his head over towards her, his hand picked up the drink again swirling it with his wrist. Been awhile since someone called him handsome, he looked around him somewhat a joke and partially real...she might have been talking to someone else. Though it was quite clear she sat down for him.

"This place...loud and bright, its like a circus right out of an opium den. Kinda place that's perfect in the right occasion, but tonight its just business." He took a swig of of drink again, this time he didn't falter, a brunette can help you concentrate every now and then. He looked to her faded eyes, his smile faded itself just a bit. He had to remind himself again. "Just seeing a friend of mine."

He took another sip of his drink and looked away from her. "So for a dump, what brings you here? You don't look hungry. Then again, some of us do some crazy thing for their single serving guest." He chuckled a bit at the thought, there were a few good stories to be had. Grim they would be but when you were as old as they were humor helped a lot.

He took another breath through his nose and a few new smells came to him. Chemical smells, not strong like bleach or lawn care product. It had much more subtle nature to it. He was starting to get some clues already.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

As he spoke, Elliot studied the details of the man's appearance. Her gaze traveled over the sharp features of his face and soaked in the contrast of his flesh against his dark hair. Eventually, her sight would settle on the man's pale green eyes. She tried to guess how old he was, but as she had rarely found herself in the company of others like her, she had few points of reference. She assumed he was older than she - but she couldn't place what it was that made her believe that.

She watched as the man took a drink from a mortal's cup. She tilted her head slightly but quickly realized what he was doing. Elliot passingly noted that if they were to become more than strangers to each other, she would have to inform him that society didn't believe in monsters anymore. It had been a major shift from when Elliot was truly young - back then, mobs were to be feared. But now? Elliot was convinced she could stroll out on to the dance floor right now and find some bitch that would think it was hot to have her flesh torn open, so long as Elliot would appreciatively lap at the wound. Which she would. And no one would guess that Elliot was supernatural - they'd just assume she was fucking crazy like everyone else.

Elliot had once attended a mortals' "vampire gathering" and found the whole ordeal quite entertaining. Yes, the people cut of their flesh - and yes, they drank of each other. Sipping blood didn't impress Elliot, though. And despite all the compliments this group gave her (they had really wanted to know what dentist altered her fangs), the woman did not keep their company for more than an evening. She had taken no more than was offered, and denied their insistence that she contribute to the filling the chalice. She informed them that they had erred in not obtaining bleeders for their festivities. What was the point of consuming another source of life if you were going to drain your own? It was ridiculous.

The man took another drink. This time it caused a small grin take over Elliot's full lips. His "fitting-in" tactics were cute. She listened as he returned her question of why she had willingly placed herself in what she had proclaimed a "dump". And he was right: she didn't need to expose herself for the sake of a meal.

"Oh, this is just my self-inflicted torture," she responded. She motioned with her hand to one of the paintings above the bar. It was 9' wide and 3' tall and it made absolutely no sense. The colors were sinister and they appeared to be battling each other for control of the canvas. It was absolute and pure chaos. It fit the venue well. "When a client buys the worst piece of work you've created in your entire life, it's only courteous to pretend you appreciate their business." She returned her attention from the indicted painting and back to the green-eyed stranger. "Besides...I'd rather be surrounded by this than suffer being alone with my thoughts." Her tone sounded rather comical about the whole ordeal - one had to laugh sometimes so that they didn't cry.

"...Anyway." She forced a smile before offering an open hand. "I'm Elliot."

 

[Lazorrath]

Don't let those thoughts get you...

He noted as he took a sip of her tilted head and then her grin. Carter pondered over what made her grin...and then he tried to remember the last time he had seen a vampire grin. That usually came before a gun was pulled or someone grabs you and tosses you in a car. Perhaps she was younger then he thought.

Carter looked up to the ceiling to see the piece she had created, her tone told the story. There was a bitter attitude as he observed it. Art was never a major appreciation but he knew that a lot of depth could come from such things. The chemical smell made sense now, an artist who had seen as much as her...he wondered what she was proud of. As he stared at the painting with the mix of the lights it almost made him think of it as a nightmare. Funny as he thought of nightmares she spoke of being alone with her thoughts. He didn't want to think about those moments.

Then came a surprising thing...her name was Elliot and a hand to back it up. He hesitated a moment longer and thought about the possible dangers. For all he knew she was just part of a scheme from an old contact. Someone who held a grudge and was just waiting for him to take the bait. Worse case he would have to leave town, he could use a break from this place honestly. Reluctantly at first but his finishing with a confident grip, he took her hand into a shake. Her skin was quick as his finger tips glided around her hand. He had to hold back the strength of his grip, but he managed. The two pale cold hands...there was a song in there somewhere.

"Carter...its nice to meet ya." A slightly southern accent escaped him that time. He brought a smile himself, strangely he didn't have to force it. "Well I would hate to see your good stuff; I would be able to give you criticism at that point. Still, can't argue with making an honest dime once and awhile." His pale greens looked back to his glass as he spoke those words; he took a long sip of his drink to finish it.

He put the glass aside and he turned in his chair to face her. One elbow leaned on the bar, the other rested on his knee. Carter began to relax a little now. Perhaps too much. Though for the last few months it had been hard for him to relax and at the beginning he took the time to glance around often. Though he didn't feel like she was a threat; not to mention Rez did owe him.

Well...by threat he only meant he didn't feel like she would try to kill him. But everyone can leave a scar or two.

"those thoughts...mine make for terrible company in an empty room. Sure they make good small talk but at the end of the night, they leave ya alone." He said with a chuckle and his right hand went through his hair again. "They don't even buy me a drink." His smile grew a bit more as he shook his head. It had been awhile since he just talked to his kind, it showed perhaps. Then again the two of them found themselves in an oddly similar predicament. Still, someone to just listen was a rare thing.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot couldn't help but laugh softly as Carter referred earnings from the painting as an honest dime. "Oh...you have no idea how much I charge. I assure you it's anything but honest. Although, in my defense: unless your work is expensive, it is worthless." As she spoke, she watched the man as he drained the last of the liquid in his glass. She found it most intriguing that she suddenly craved for a simple human-like action such as enjoying a beverage without the need for it.

He placed his glass on the bar and swiveled his body to face Elliot. The woman watched him - a small, pleasant smile on her lips. She was just now realizing that she was thrilled with this stranger's company not only because he was of her kind - but also because she found him to be extremely attractive. She didn't try to shame herself on the point - she decided to count it as a good fortune.

Her expression gained somber tinge as she listened to Carter's words regarding those thoughts. His joke softened the blow of such serious matters and Elliot managed a half-smile in response.

"Perhaps we can discuss it in detail at some point," she responded, glancing only briefly at the mortals that surrounded them. "Under more private circumstances," she added. "Although I can't promise that I would contribute much to the conversations. I'm afraid I have a habit of keeping my thoughts to myself." A short pause. "I'd hate to ruin the mystery that is," she added dryly.

Yes, a drink sounded wonderful. Elliot looked to the bartender - his attention was gained so quickly that it was as if the woman had willed it. "Something strong," she told the man when he approached. She knew the alcohol would have no effect on her, but the taste might trick her senses. "You?" she asked, looking to her new-found friend. The bartender would no doubt give the man the opportunity to order before rushing off to do Elliot's bidding. Being a vampire had some perks - entrancement was only one of them.

"So..." Elliot started. "How long can I expect to have the pleasure of your company before this business friend of yours takes you away?"

The bartender returned, setting their drinks down before them (assuming Carter had ordered another). Elliot listened to the man's response as she took a sip of her drink. It had been too long to remember since the last time the woman placed glass against her lips. Immediately, the cold temperature of it was offensive. She forced herself to swallow the substance as she lowered the glass - it was positively horrible. Her expression, no doubt, revealed her feelings in the matter.

 

[Lazorrath]

Perhaps he hit a bit of a nerve...but it was true to think about such things was trouble. Better let buried in a grave to never see again. He wouldn't want to be much of a contributor himself. Especially when the memories began to blend together; hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. She mention a drink though, he didn't even mean to for her to have one...but if she wanted to share a drink he wouldn't say no. Even if it was just for show, not to mention to make sure to keep a place at the bar. "Something strong indeed...I'm not driving after all. Rarely do. Barkeep I say...give me you best stout." He spoke with a slight accent now, almost Welsh in nature but it was just for fun.

Before he spoke again he looked to her for a moment trying not to make it extremely obvious. She was beautiful, whoever drained the life from her couldn't have picked the perfect time. A supple body behind grays and blacks. So many of these woman in here could break like a twig if they stepped on their heels the wrong way. No Elliot was indeed beautiful, the leggings that clung to her legs left many mysteries. He went back to her eyes though; those were eyes you could get lost in. That strange violet color to them; it only brought a moment of panic.

Eyes like that behind the right undead could sway you in ways you never knew. Well...most people never knew at least.

"I'm meeting my friend at 12:30, he never likes to come here too early. Wants to be with the good wasted crowd then catch up quick. I have time to kill if you'll have me." There was a strange gentlemen like quality; not suave but any means but just friendly. He looked to the glass of stout; it didn't smell like Guinness so at least there was hope for quality he could never fully enjoy. Not unless it was in someone's bloodstream. Oh well, at least it wouldn't be like food turning to ash in your mouth. That was never a good day.

He took the glass and brought it too his lips, it was hard to tell he was a dead man by the way he drank it. From a slight movement in his throat to the fake sigh he had it down pact. Carter couldn't help but notice her slight revulsion. He held back a chuckle, no doubt many a time he made that face. "Hey you asked for something strong." It was at that moment he let out a chuckle.

"It never really gets much easier, trying to force it. Took a lot of practice to get it right. To remind yourself. Definitely much harder to do then a bicycle. You don't look like the kind to try it too often. Specially when it takes a little blood to get it right." As he spoke he reached up to scratch the side of his head; it was hard to tell if he was putting on a show of it was unconsciously.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The brunette coughed in response to Carter's observation - he was right, she deserved to suffer the newbish recoil to the strong drink. She had asked for it. The woman considered that she might have had a similar reaction to water, simply because of the consistency and temperature. At least with a strong drink she didn't look like an undead failing miserably to drink from a mortal's cup.

"I don't think I'll make a habit of it," Elliot reflected briefly. She observed the glass in her hand as she swirled its contents. She studied the liquid with an apprehensive expression. "Perhaps I will try wine next time," she spoke mostly to herself. In her life, the woman had rarely indulged in drink - but she had a faint recollection that wine was more full bodied than liquor or beer. And - if requested at room temperature - it would probably even be tolerable.

Elliot gave a soft sigh before turning her attention back to Carter. She let her eyes wander over his form in it's entirety. When her gaze reached back up to his face, she had no reason to doubt that he had noticed the visual liberties she had taken. She gave a small smirk as she recalled his particular choice of wording earlier - I have time to kill if you'll have me. She may have thrown out a comment at the time, had she not been busy forcing that vile liquid down her throat. Although she had missed the opportunity entirely, she remarked to herself internally. Oh, I'd have you...

"Would you consider it forward of me to ask if you're..." she started. She paused briefly. There were a lot of terms she could use. She settled with "...involved...with anyone?"

Elliot felt a twisting sensation of her stomach - it was something she hadn't experienced since she lost her humanity.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter kept his drink in his hand as she spoke over her drinking habits and lack there of. Who could blame her; her profession in this day and age could have minimal contact if all went according to plan. She wouldn't have to worry about a lot of things catching up to her...there was envy in that moment of the lack of threat in her life. They all shared the same threats but, even if she did have more then she showed...she made it seem so easy. She made it seem possible.

Then there seemed to be a pause in that moment and Elliot seemed to be looking for something. He thought the shirt he was wearing was clean at least. Then again blood stains are a tough thing to get out when the moment surprises you. Her violet eyes caught his and that simple smirk she had on her face. However he tried to not show it on his face but he felt confused. He didn't know what to think in that moment but there was a tension there. The way she stared at him, no one stared at him like that in some time. Did his business reputation precede him?

"Well my business here is ending shortly, I am sure he will have more work for me but I am always looking..." Then there eyes locked onto one another and it came back to him. She was not here to ask for his services. This was something more personal. "....oh..I...um."

For most of his life he made his point not to be seen; there was a strange vulnerability that swept him. Her question caught him by surprise. So many of their kind in the past didn't take such subtle steps....they just took and her request was unnerving. Elliot seemed so...nice though, but like all of there kind it rang out to good to be true. Everything screamed at him to get out of there; your being set up. They are going to find you again and they are going to kill you. He had to put his beverage down for a moment to process this; for such a simple question.

Carter...don't you know I want what's best for you.A distant memory to a soft feminine voice. Some scars don't ever go away.

You won't do it...you couldn't do it even if you wanted to. Ha haahh. Oh Carter put it down....Carter..."Carter closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to maintain his smile. Though now his mind was filled with a scream and the sound of gun shots. The smell of vanilla came through, he could hear it, and taste it all at the same time.

Carter had to break eye contact and he glanced at his watch. There was no just walking away from this question. He tried to hold his composure though and tried to smile. "Involved...I guess that's one way to say it. Involved with someone; put it frankly its been...been a while. Forward, just a little bit. But no, I am not involved." His body tensed a little it was hard to concentrate. To his surprise he poised himself quickly. You think someone would have asked him if he shot Kennedy.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The woman watched and listened to Carter's reaction to her words. After he figured out what exactly she was asking, Elliot saw the familiar edge of mistrust in his eyes. What does he suspect of me? she asked herself. She could only guess that it was someone else's doing - surely, she had not said or done anything that would suggest she had ill intent towards him.

He closed his eyes briefly and Elliot wondered what sort of image was passing before his consciousness.

When the man glanced at his watch, the woman feared that she had somehow tread somewhere she wasn't meant to - she nearly expected for him to suddenly change the time of his appointment so as to leave. It would be an obvious "fuck you" but what could she have done to prevent it?

She was thankful when he continued to speak. The answer eventually came that Carter was not involved - and hadn't been in awhile. She recognized his tension, despite his quick recovery.

The woman considered her options briefly. She knew exactly what she wanted, but the best means of obtaining the desired result? Elliot studied the man for a few moments.

"Carter," she spoke as she leaned in towards the man. She reached out a hand to lightly stroke the side of his face - it served to ensure that he returned her gaze, on top of serving as an affectionate gesture. "I'd hate for you to think less of me...but...given the circumstances..."

She lifted herself slightly from her seat to close the distance between their lips. The hand that had been placed on the side of his face slid back into his hair, her nails grazing his scalp as her fingers curled into a somewhat possessive grip. His lips parted slightly - Elliot hoped that it had not been in an attempt to protest her actions, because she took advantage of the opening with her tongue.

Elliot was well aware that she probably shouldn't have. She certainly hadn't expected to - while she hadn't told Carter so much, it had been awhile for her, too. Perhaps that is why she found herself so willing to throw caution to the wind -- but would he?

 

[Lazorrath]

The light graze along his face, the cold of her flesh upon him. She could feel the warmth of his blood surging through him still. Yet, even with the blood surging there was no sign of color; he was still ever so pale. She was gentle, pure and simple it was. He knew there was a killer underneath all of it; a killer in all of us. He watched it all in slow motion, he didn't know what to do. It never came at him like this, no one came on so strongly before. He watched her body move and her distance grow ever closer. She slowly closed her violet eyes and he let the wind carry her to him. Her hand cupped around the back of his head and it made him tense up for a moment.

She moved like water as she brought her cold lips to meet his own. A kiss, decades had passed of not knowing that feeling of soft flesh upon him. He expected it to be quick once she moved in...but he was oh so wrong as his lips parted only to find their tongue entangling each other. A part of Carter felt nothing but sheer panic in this moment. Someone else trying to control him again; trying to manipulate him into what they wanted.

His mind tried to process why she did this in milliseconds...but it faded as quickly as he tried to rationalize it. His lips which at first barely moved now contoured to the soft flesh upon them; his tongue became ever active. To taste a woman again like this; even in undeath...hell it might be worth dying for. Elliot felt a skillful hand travel from the side of her thigh up to her waist. His fingers clung around the curve of her body.

Carter didn't understand what was happening; but his head felt a little clearer just for a moment as he just stopped thinking for once. He stopped pondering the if's and whats and just accepted the fact that someone else didn't want to be alone tonight. His head curved slightly to kiss even deeper of her. His other hand found its way to cup around the line of her neck. And for all it was worth...he just stopped thinking.

It melted away a centuries worth of fears and for the brief moment she felt a slight change in him. Within that frightened creature there was a lover there buried underneath years of fear and betrayal. But for right now in that moment there was a fire that burned and it made him feel like his heart could beat again. Elliot could feel it, beneath that control was someone else...someone who had not been let out in a while. A lover, begging to feel the night upon him.However, as they held onto that kiss it would be Carter who pulled away first. Not violently but it was abrupt as he stared at this woman.

This creature, this vampire...he began to wonder if she was real or not. Whether she was just a figment of his imagination. After a few seconds had passed Carter spoke up. "I would hate to think less of you myself." Though he ended the kiss; his hands had not made a plan to let go of her body. They had not forgotten how a woman should be held; especially with a body like hers.

A part of him didn't know what to say now that his brain had caught back up to him. He just stared into her eyes; if she was going to be the death of him...it would be be a good way to go. It had been so long since he had been in this position; he didn't know what to do. "A little forward Elliot?"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

She felt his hesitation, his resistance. Mere seconds of not having her affections returned led her to doubt her tactic. What if she scared him off? It had been a gamble, certainly, to shamelessly throw herself at a man who was an absolute stranger. She had no idea who he was, what he did, how his mind worked. She didn't care. He was enough like her that she knew they could find pleasure in each other's company. If he was willing to help her stave off the tedium of eternity - fantastic. Ideal, even. But Elliot was willing to settle for just an evening - a week - a year. Anything to save her from herself, even if only for a little while.

The woman had no way of knowing how much time had passed - she suspected that her perception of time had skewed. She was beginning to fear that Carter wasn't recovering from a shock - it was possible he genuinely didn't want her. Elliot was nearly terrified enough to pull away.

She was on the brink of admitting defeat when Carter suddenly began to kiss her back. The feel of his lips pressing against her own - his tongue sweeping into her mouth - it was all the more rewarding because of the fear that it would not come. Elliot felt his hand trail up her thigh; it rested on her waist and contracted lightly against her flesh.

Elliot felt a moment of levity - her attentions were solely dedicated to the feel of Carter's mouth against her own. His kiss was - simply put - amazing. He was passionate, tender...skillful. It was an uncommon combination. When the woman became generally aware, recovered from the rush Carter had inspired within her, she realized that her free hand had made its way to the man's chest. Similarly, Carter had both of his hands upon her. The placement of his second hand at the bend of her throat, coupled with what had become a deep kiss between the two, caused Elliot to shiver lightly.

The woman basked in his attentions - she was on the verge of melting when Carter suddenly pulled away. A short noise escaped Elliot's lips - it conveyed a combination of surprise and continued wanting. She watched the man with the slightest hint of fear in her expression, her chest heaving lightly in response to his effect on her. She was afraid of the possibility that he had suddenly thought better of associating with what equated to an easy mark. She wasn't like that, she knew - but she wouldn't blame him if he made such an assumption. Based on her current behavior, it would be warranted.

He spoke. Elliot listened carefully, hanging on his every word. She was uncertain how to respond to his first statement - she bit her lower lip and considered the potential implications. After several seconds of silence, he remarked, "A little forward, Elliot?"

"It would certainly appear so, wouldn't it?" she gave a small smile - if she had the capacity to blush, she might have done so. She assumed it was a good sign that his hands were still placed on her.

"...My apologies, of course. But I warn you now... I have no intention of stopping." The hand on his chest moved upwards slowly, running from mid-breast up to his shoulder. The hand in his hair fell to wrap around the back of his neck. She again closed in the space between them. She aimed lower this time, her lips finding purchase on the man's collarbone. Elliot kissed his along the base of his throat, up his neck. She took his earlobe into her mouth and suckled gently - a low moan escaped from the woman as she pressed her body against Carter's. She was nearly sitting in his lap at this point - one leg supported her weight and was nestled between the man's thighs, the other was bent to allow for the woman to half-straddle Carter's lap. She released the flesh from her mouth. "Assuming, of course..." she whispered into his ear. "That you have no objections."

Her lips found his again - she wanted to give him a taste of what he had the option turning down before allowing him the opportunity to make a decision. Her hips rocked slowly, suggestively, over his lap. A minute came and went before she released the man from her advances. She remained half in his lap, her arms wrapped about his shoulders and neck.

Her faded violet eyes watched him expectantly as she awaited his response.

 

[Lazorrath]

Her warning was heard loud and clear; by the look in her eye there was a predator that knew what she wanted. As she nestled herself against him; she could feel the heat of his body pulsing as his heart coursed blood through his system. As she rested her bent leg upon him; his hand on her waist slid down against her hip supporting her weight, but his could help but let his fingers contour to the shape of her hip. Her ass so close to his hand. To feel someone cling for him, to taste him and to be feel this wanted...his caution went out the door.

Even at the moment in its most dangerous when he felt her lips against his collar. His head did not fully lean back but he closed his eyes and let her lips work their magic. She was very persuasive in her actions. To be so close to a woman like this again; how could he say no. A soft sigh left him as she took his ear lob into her mouth. A part of him wish she would bite into it; not caring if she ripped at his flesh.

Assuming, of course...that you have no objections. A part of him pondered if he should be so easy for her to have for the briefest of seconds. That is until she brought herself in again to kiss him. Her lips were something from a dream so demanding yet so soft all at the same time. The hand along her hip moved so that his hand grabbed the back of her thigh to pull her even closer to him. His other hand moved to feel more of her long flowing hair along the back of her head.

Carter was a man even with a beast close to his heart. As blood flowed through him and as she rocked her hips she began to feel him grow against her thigh. As they shared that minutes worth of eternity his head swiveled to follow the contours of her lips. Right before she pulled her mouth away she felt one of his fangs drag against the bottom of her lip. In the midst of the club's chaos were two dead people with nothing to lose except they're lives. It didn't take long for Carter to make a choice.

"Bryan, tell Rez I might be a minute or two late." With a strange strength he slightly lifted Elliot; but not before grinding into her one last time. He wanted to see where this lead...even if it was for just one night. Standing up he realized she was a little taller then him; she made him feel tall though. "There's a spot on the roof; limited access...unless you like the chaos." Carter took a hold of her hand and with the other and some talented fingers rifled a 20 dollar bill on his pocket and through it back on the bar. Bryan watched in somewhat amazement for a moment at the speed of these two. The Garden had that effect on people.

Carter pulled her to one of the elevators, a nearly see-thru tube. There were fake vines traveling along the shaft of the elevator and he quickly pushed the button for the elevator. What was he thinking...Carter knew that this was a ridiculous idea. But for this moment, Carter pulled her in close again to taste of her lips again. That strength came out again, as his arms wrapped around her body. One hand clung to the small of her back above ass the other rested just above it. His lips pressed with a new wanting unrestrained.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot watched Carter, her eyes ablaze with lust. He wasn't speaking to her directly - but his message to his business friend was clear enough. He moved his hips, pressing himself against her briefly. The woman could feel the outline of his hard member against her nearly-bare thigh. Elliot involuntarily took a sharp inhalation of breath.

She knew what levels of strength the man was capable; and while it wasn't necessary that he employ much of it to lift her, the mere acknowledgement of its existence thrilled the woman. She had been deprived of intimate company for so long primarily because weak humans did nothing for her...and she was unwilling to settle. Carter, however, was the embodiment of all her desires.

A fact that was reinforced as the two climbed to their feet. He was hardly shorter than her - an inch, at best. Elliot smiled at the discovery. It wasn't physically possible for him to be more attractive. The woman couldn't help but muse that, assuming Carter didn't turn out to be a complete ass, she was totally fucked. Literally and figuratively. She could already feel herself falling. It seemed likely that he would break her heart, at some point. Eternity was an impossibly long time - and Elliot was not a child that believed in happy endings.

...Whoa. Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we?

These thoughts passed in the blink of an eye. Elliot came around to find that Carter was suggesting that they go to the roof. "It's like you read my mind," she stated with some marvel in her tone. It really wasn't that surprising, though - they were both vampires. It only made sense that they would prefer the night air and natural darkness to...this dump. Still, Elliot seemed happy to attribute the man with more mystique than such logical conclusions allowed. "I would happily accompany you to the roof," she concluded as she felt him take her hand in his. She wondered if he had any idea how such a small gesture would affect the woman.

Elliot soon found herself in an elevator. She noted the fish tank quality of the tube only briefly - she soon found herself distracted from such trivial things within moments of stepping inside. Carter was upon her, his strong arms wrapping about her waist as his lips claimed hers for their own. Elliot's arms eagerly flew to a position around the man's neck.

She couldn't help but consider their image from an another perspective. To an onlooker, their positioning must have appeared like something out of classic romance movie. One of Elliot's knees bent, a foot lifting slightly behind her. The entirely of her balance was rested - or perhaps pressed - against the man.

The woman noted excitedly that Carter's passions were being less restrained. He wanted her - it emanated from him like heat from a fire. It caused a primal response in her that she was not prepared for.

Elliot forced herself to break their kiss. Her breaths came in shallow, short increments. "How many floors?" she asked with a small smile. Anything to distract herself - she couldn't maul him just yet. Were the elevator not mostly clear, he would already be lacking for clothes.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter lost his smile for a barely detectable grin as he began clawed and paw at the beautiful flesh before him. Her flowing brown hair finding a way to get between his fingers. This free spirit trapped inside of dead flesh. This Elliot and those wild violets of her...was it her or was it just how long he had been holding back from this. As she wrapped his arms around her neck; he met the force of her pushing against him. His hands glided up her waist barely glancing along the side of her breast and up her arms. When she broke the kiss his relentless behavior only continued; as his fingernails scraped down her arms.

His lips found the sweet spot of her neck; his tongue gracing along her carotid artery. Carter suckled on her neck for a few more seconds before she began to ask about how many floors. "Four of em, then roof." Carter then changed the game up a little bit as he pushed her against the glass wall; taking her arms she pinned them above her head. For a moment he just looked into her eyes; his pale greens meeting violet in a flash of emotions. The elevator was no industrial but it didn't crawl like a slug.

This woman had inspired a lot in him this night. She was practically a stranger to him; but they shared a lot for not having known anything. For right now though she was just an artist with a taste for blood. It would do for how she pushed away decades of loneliness and to suddenly feeling like a beast in the prime of heat. For this moment though as they held off on this kiss he looked into those eyes.

Carter tried to think of something to say but there were no real words for this moment. It was sort of exciting though, being restrained by this glass. Lips centimeters away from each other, and he had not felt this alive before in who knew how long. But there was something about just looking into her eyes; it was one of the most attractive things about her. His eyes now took its own liberties of looking down at her body.

"I must confess...when I say its been awhile. Its been a damn long time." The sound of velcro ripping off as he slipped out of his five finger shoes. Carter pushed the shoes aside, luckily it didn't make him any shorter. Then he closed the distance between them, his hands started down at her thighs and they slowly made there way under her skirt. His fingertips danced around her inner thigh glancing over her the edge of her panties. As he did the elevator dinged to signify they were on the fourth floor ever so close to the rooftop.

"But I have not forgotten how to treat a women. And I have been aching to treat someone like your for a long...long time. " What he would have given to rip off that thin lace in that moment. He took in the scent of her, breathing it in deeply. The scent of her blood would never be a mystery to him. Nor would the smells of this establishment. As they got to the third floor he could smell the levels of debauchery and you didn't need to be a vampire to hear the moans and groans from some of the VIP rooms.

Carter looked up to the floor indicator just waiting for them to get to the roof. With a dead woman's arm's she could feel him pulsing and throbbing against her thigh. Another sigh left his lips, slightly agape as he hungered for her body in all the worst ways. It showed in his eyes as the third floor light up the room with red lights. The bass of the club almost completely absorbed by the walls.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The vampiress gave a startled - and pleased - cry as Carter pushed her against the wall of the elevator. Fingers that had been dragging along her arms suddenly grasped at her wrists. He hefted her arms above her head and held the bound limbs against the cold glass. She rasped out a ragged breath, her violet eyes focused on the man's face. There was something in his expression - the way he studied her - that drove her mad.

She closed her eyes momentarily, trying to keep herself somewhat controlled - they weren't to the roof quite yet. She felt Carter's hands leave her wrists and slowly opened her eyes in reaction. He was speaking to her. It wasn't but a moment before she felt his touch on her thighs. His hands trailed upwards slowly.

Elliot moaned and leaned her head back slightly. Her wrists were held up above her head under her own power - they began to lazily slip downwards, and soon they were just inches away from her face. His fingers teasingly glanced the hem of her panties. His dark voice delivered words that translated to a promise for absolute satisfaction and Elliot only hoped that her lack of recent experience wouldn't be a disappointment for him.

She didn't care to fill him in on the details. Perhaps one day she would mention the one that had turned her and the mess that resulted shortly thereafter - right now she didn't care to verbalize anything. She glanced up at the light indicator above the door somewhat impatiently.

The "ding" was finally followed by an opening of the doors. Elliot didn't give Carter a chance to react - she immediately pushed herself off of the wall of the elevator. Her lips found his again as she took several steps, pressing herself insistently against the male - she guided him out of the elevator. Once fully outside, Elliot released her embrace and fell back just far enough to place her hands on the front of Carter's khakis. One hand stroked his length through the material as the other worked to unfasten the closure of the garment. She continued to advance, causing the man to back up slowly. He would eventually meet with the metal surface of a storage container or air conditioning unit; Elliot wasn't in the least interested in her surroundings, she wasn't sure what it was.

She used both hands to drop the zipper of his pants - meanwhile, she nipped at his throat teasingly. As she slipped the fabric of his pants below his hips, she gave a low possessive growl and bit his shoulder with a surprising amount of force.

Her panties were soaking, she knew. On the ride up here, she had intended to tease the man thoroughly before allowing actual sex. Now, though? The plan was nothing but a faint memory. "Ooh, fuck...Carter..." she spoke in a harsh whisper. "I need you so badly..." Her hands rose to cradle the sides of the man's face. They slowly trailed downwards - when they reached his chest, they clawed into his flesh. She lifted a knee, resting it against the cold metal near Carter's hip.

 

[Lazorrath]

He loved to watch every response her body had, the way her hands slowly began to fall. The tilt of her head against the glass; the expression of her closed eyes...and her mouth. Watching her breath made him want her all the more. He could swear she was alive by how responsive her body was to his touch.

As his hand teased along her covered sex, he could smell the sweet scent of her. Carter couldn't believe how wet she was; he forgot just how responsive even in death they're bodies could be. Elliot truly did want him, within such a brief exchange these two ignited something that had been buried away for so long. His cock raged against the fabric that was keeping it back; and by the time he heard the ding she pounced upon him like a tigress going for the kill. Her hands worked ever so quickly to unleash him. But to have those lips of hers on him again; he trusted her every step she wanted him to make.

Feeling the steel behind him he knew that it would be stable enough for the two of them. Good thing it looked new because it was going to need it for these two creatures dealing with pent up lust. As she stroked him through the material she could feel his member now better then ever as it throbbed against her hand. She could feel over 8 inches of his cock with the girth of a large garden hose to back it up.

As he felt the night air touch his cock he felt her bite into his flesh. He loved it that when he pushed she would push back with something all the more exciting. "Oh I know you can bite harder then that" With a fanged grin he spoke as put his back into the air unit giving plenty of leverage for his legs and his hips. Also to make sure to give Elliot all the room she would need...he wanted to feel everything of her.

Then those words poured from his lips into his ear...his heart melted and he could feel the heat of her soaked pussy against his cock. "...Carter...I need you so badly..." As her knee reached to his hip his left arm went up her back and his hand wrapped around the base of her neck. His right hand grabbed her leg that rested against the metal; slowly he unfurled it let it wrap around his waist...he wanted her to feel all of his body all at once.
The same hand traveled back up her leg reaching under her thigh. So suddenly she felt his finger tips push against her soaked sex with no fear or hesitation.

His middle finger traveled up her dripping lips, letting his knuckle tease against her clit. When the knuckle bumped into the swollen flesh he let his finger push against her throbbing clit a few times before the same finger looped her panties before he ripped them off. Then his finger was replaced with the head of his cock; pushing his hips so that his length traveled up her swollen lips and bumping against her clit once again. Only a few times before he position the head of his throbbing rod to spread her warm lips.

Carter could feel her nails claw into his chest and she was not the only one with need in this situation and she could damn well feel it. The vampire whispered back to her. "I know...I need you Elliot...hold on tight." With that said there were no reason for words from him and his member pulled her lips open; his cock driving itself inch by inch until he could go no further. A part of it was to start slow for her, but it would be a lie to say he didn't do it for him either.

To feel the soft flesh cling to him, to feel a woman respond to having his cock inside of her. To feel those claws of hers drive a little deeper. His exhaled grown caught him by surprise as her tight hole brought him things he had not felt in decades. His right hand how cupped her ass as he pushed down while he thrust with this cock. "Ohhhh Elliot...oh fuck..." It was all he could say as he felt her nectar against the base of his cut groin.

They both knew they're need in this moment and he wasn't going to keep her waiting. He began a steady rhythm but some of it was no control on his part; for he could feel her pulling him back in as he thrust once again. His body was a flux of feelings....my god it was like he was feeding on blood it felt so good. Elliot could feel his arms cling to her ever more so.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Carter’s hand traveled up her back, coming to halt at the base of her neck. His fingers curled and held her in what Elliot fantasized as possessive grip. His other hand grabbed at the leg she had lifted to his hip – he expertly eased her leg around his waist. His hand immediately worked its way back up her thigh until his fingers found their way to drenched lace of her panties. The woman bucked lightly against him.

His finger brushed along her opening. The man hadn’t lied – he hadn’t forgotten what he was doing - and Carter’s attention to her clit did not go unappreciated. Elliot suffered a short convulsion and crossed the breathing pattern threshold of panting. “Oh my god…” she whined. It was then that she felt the man effortlessly rip the panties from her body – he caused another pleased cry to escape from her lips.

But she didn’t even know the half of it. Elliot felt a rush of cold air for only a moment before Carter pressed the head of his cock against her. She moaned, anticipating the sensation of being filled – instead, she found herself gasping whorishly as he ran his cock up her slit. His head applied pressure to her clit as his shaft became slick with her juices. If she had the presence of mind to speak, she would’ve begged him to fuck her. She managed to choke out his name, though it was half composed of a throaty growl.

He repositioned his hips and the woman felt the head of his cock press forward to spread her lips. He hovered teasingly as he spoke – it was with great restraint that Elliot held off on impaling herself on his rod. And the wait had been worth it. Carter thrust forward, slowly entering her pussy.

Elliot made no effort to suppress her reaction. She let her voice freely express her pleasure - her moans were already well above speaking level. "Carter!" she called out as her nails dug into his chest, drawing blood as she raked them during a convulsion. Her hips began to move to match his thrusts. Her head fell back momentarily, her mouth hanging open as she continued to vocalize her lust. She reveled the feel of his cock stretching her as he rammed his length into her pussy. It felt so good - too good. And while the woman had no concept of time currently, she suspected it was only minutes before she was on the verge of an orgasm.

It was quite sudden that the woman tensed slightly - she lifted her head and leaned in against Carter. She panted wildly, as if trying to reign herself in. It was an obviously failed attempt, however; it was only moments later that the woman ran her hands up his chest, hooking her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders. "Oh fuck! Fuck, Carter, I'm close!" Her words were shouted - and if the the wind was calm enough, the people lining up to get into the club might have heard. Not to say that they didn't hear what was going on on the third floor, as well - it may not have warranted their attention.

She felt her vaginal walls grasping tightly at Carter's cock as it drove in and out of her, milking it for his seed. She sank her teeth into the flesh stretched over his collar bone.

 

[Lazorrath]

By this point and time the two of them were like animals. To hear Elliot scream out his name it was comforting in a strange way but it was only temporary; as he felt his cock being squeezed for every drop of him. Her body moved with such control; watching the contours of her body writhe against Carter. She was so wild in the way she moved, even though they clung so tightly to each other. He grunted a moaned with every thrust. For one moment slammed inside of her and moved his hips circles before he picked up his pace.

To watch her claw into him, to see himself bleed it only made him that much crazier for the moment. His fangs bared themselves now as the smell of blood was in the air. Soon there was no rational thought in him except to just pump faster into her as he felt the urge to come. The thought of filling her with his seed blood race.

To hear her screams of her coming orgasm he knew he couldn't hold on any longer. As her head rolled onto his shoulder, he grinned with closed eyes as bite into him...he hoped she could taste his blood. But now it caused him to go even faster thrusting in and out of Elliot; his cock reaching the base of the head before pushing all of his shaft into her. She could feel his balls slapping onto her thighs.

Elliot could feel the urgency in his movement, he was going to come soon. "Ohhhh, Elliot, I'm coming." As he spoke the words he felt his loins tinge and soon enough Elliot could feel her lover began to fill her with his seed. She felt load after load of him fill her and beast like growl left him. Oh how he hoped he would come with him.

For a moment the whole world was a forgotten idea. As he opened his eyes and looked to this woman who he just shared the most passionate night he had in over a century. It had been so long and to him he expected the worst that it would not last for long. But for right now, at least in this moment. Carter could say for tonight she was his. The vampire with the blood still coursing through him and he remained hard inside of her.

He chose not to move, he wanted to just stay in that moment a bit longer. Carter no doubt needing a moment to recuperate as well as Elliot did. Though for now as her head had not moved yet, his finger caressed the back of her head. Carter leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. Funny it was the first time he had made love to a women still wearing most of his close. The animal like nature mixed with the urgency...it was something else entirely.

"Holy Christ...I needed that" A breathless chuckle left his lips as he held onto Elliot with no intention of letting her go.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot was pushed over the edge, driven to orgasm by the increased passion and speed of her lover's thrusts. He gave her a verbal warning of his own impending state moments before his seed poured into her - she released his flesh from her mouth and howled her approval. Traces of his blood stained her lips and a metallic taste filled her mouth; she committed the subtle details of which to memory. His blood was certainly far different than that of a mortals.

That was really all she was aware of as the fogs of pleasure subsided - his taste. She knew mere words could not do justice to how she felt at the moment. It was a long-standing desire that was fulfilled with an alarming rapidity; it had been unexpected, and yet, it exceeded expectations. Elliot couldn't even begin to wrap her mind around all the new material of thought he had bestowed upon her. Whether that would end up being a good thing or bad, of course, had yet to be seen.

The woman breathed heavily, her body relaxed and mostly supported by Carter. She felt his hand caressing the back of her head - she raised her face to look at him as he leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek. He spoke that he had needed what they had just done.

"As did I," she agreed with a broad smile. Her fingers worked over the material of his shirt, moving the open collar slightly to observe the damage she had inflicted upon him. She bent down to kiss and lick at his wounds. After a few moments, she returned her gaze back to his eyes.

Elliot wasn't quite sure what to say. She wanted to express so much - and yet, she couldn't. She watched him for several seconds. Again, her mind was working against her - not only envisioning, but planning, a future with someone she didn't even know. She wondered if his work required him to travel...

Stop it, Elliot. She chided herself.

Despite her want to directly interrogate the man about his interest in a long-term relationship, she decided to go another route. She licked some of the blood from her lips and grinned. "You taste splendid, Carter."

 

[Lazorrath]

This was the moment when you were supposed to clean up and call it a night for most. You would put your clothes back on; make those small jokes on the side to deal with the strange silence. You throw your fake numbers; one last kiss for the moments sake and tell them you would call. For the mortals that seemed to be the normal procedure for a one night stand. For one night of hopefully good sex or drunken sex. Mortals...they lived with both ends of the candles lit sometimes...always gauranteed to get burned no matter how you held the candle.

But this...Carter began to feel the haze drop of his lust; well, some of it watching her cling against him seeing the drips of blood on her lips; savoring the very essence of what was him now. He was still hard as ever inside of her; feeling the shifts of her petals around his cock. Carter looked to the brunette mistress in his arms; his grin turned to a very soft smile. He had not felt this good in so long. As he stared his body shuddered for a moment and his eyes twitched. Blinking for but a moment to see...a much different place.

They were no longer in a dark rooftop on cement pavement. They were no longer surrounded by infinite street lights and noise from his point of view. No now he saw a full moon beaming on the two of them; he stood on soft green grass on a hilll and too his back was a strong tree with massive branches that gently swayed in the wind. He expected to see someone else in his arms...but it was still Elliot.

Her long flowing hair almost enveloping all of her. Hey eyes in a partial close with violet jewels peering at the torn flesh of his chest. His blood upon her lips and some of it on her neck. He watched. Carter watched her with intensity as she opened his collar more looking at the long rakes she left upon him. Some of the blood had gotten on his shirt not that he truly cared. He watched Elliot as she was in slow motion; her lips and tongue each working and nursing upon the lacerations. It was a beautiful thing to behold.

Then as she finished she looked up to him wordless with almost child like eyes. As if she was lost; his gave never broke away from her. Sure it may have been creepy, but he looked down as this blood-stained alabaster angel he held in his arms. He watched her grin, licking the blood from her pale lips. She enjoyed his taste...his blood it made her smile; as did other things in this moment.

Carter didn't speak instead the had that held her neck went to the hands that had ripped his flesh. Without asking he gently took one of her hand unfurling her forefinger and he brought it too his mouth. His tongue swirled around her finger in long laps, tenderly suckling upon his own blood. When he removed the finger, he hesitated only for a moment before he spoke. "I bet you taste much better then me." With a breathless chuckle he spoke but his smile faded slightly as he looked to her lips.

While his hand still held hers, he leaned in slowly and brought his lips to hers. With a tenderness he had not been able to give a woman in so long, he kissed Elliot with such a depth that only years of loneliness could build. Given there was still lust within him for her; it did not inspire this kiss as he saw his make believe world. Carter was strong of will to know the only thing real in this world was her...and if she was real...then just maybe...maybe.

There was a sigh of relief as he kissed her; his head barely moving from time to time. Reluctantly he pulled away slowly opening his eyes; the tree was gone...there was stone under his feet and metal too his back. But Elliot was still there. A part of him wished there was a bed for them right there. "I uhm...sorry if I was quick. That was simply overwhelming." There was shyness there now that had not surfaced; most of it from coming back to reality.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The woman felt a sudden rush of cold air against the back of her neck as Carter released his hold on her. His hand dropped to hers and she glanced down curiously as he opened her curled digit - her eyes followed as he brought the finger to his mouth. Elliot smiled in response to his suckling; she suddenly imagined what his tongue would be capable of if employed elsewhere. Her smile suddenly became a grin.

He removed the digit from his mouth and spoke. Elliot was about respond to Carter's wager when she noticed a change in his expression - his smile faded and his pale green eyes dropped to her lips. The woman drug her teeth over her lower lip as she watched him; she suspected that he wanted to kiss her. And it appeared that she was right: the man leaned in towards her slowly. Elliot had made an effort to meet him half way.

A few seconds into the kiss, the vampiress found herself light-headed. She wasn't expecting affection of this caliber - it caused her heart to jump and dared her to hope. She believed her defenses to be melting when she realized that she hadn't ever felt guarded around Carter.

Elliot gave the man a playful smile as he described the events as overwhelming. "It was perfect," she assured him before kissing the bite mark on his collarbone. She could feel her pussy spasm lightly around his still rigid cock. She had certainly found pleasure from the engagement. "Besides..." she added after a moment. "If you have any interest in knowing what I taste like...you'll probably have to seduce me at least one more time." she teased.

She was reluctant to release the man, but as he was pinned between her and the metal surface, she took the initiative of separating their bodies. She eased herself off of his length and felt a combination of their sexual fluids threatening to run down her thighs. She was aware that she would not have an undergarment for the rest of the evening - she wasn't the type to carry about spares.

Once on the support of her own feet, she glanced at the ground to spy the torn panties. She knelt down to pick them up. When she stood, she placed the ruined garment in Carter's hand. "I'd give you a proper token, if I observed silly human traditions," she commented. She knew that it wasn't something that was practiced anymore - or if it was, panties could be the supposedly proper token. No doubt Carter was old enough that he understood that she referenced a more honorable time. She gave him a soft smile and waited for him to redress himself.

 

[Lazorrath]

As she planted those delicate kisses on his collar bone the slight movement led to rocking her hips against him. A sigh left his lips; by the look of them they could have gone on for God knows how long. Feeling the shudder of her pussy lips against his cock made it all the more tempting to hold her there and start slowly rocking back and forth. Then he remembered he had business to attend to and he had to see it was taken care. Especially if he wanted to get paid.

They looked to each other as there was the reluctance to move; he supported her as she removed her self from him. His leg straightened out so he could lean back and just enjoy the moment. Carter stared at his cock that was a mix of his seed and her juices. Fixing himself up he put his pants back on; realizing that he left his shoes in the elevator.

He thought over her words a bit, to seduce her at least one more time. Carter knew that this would be the first of many encounters for them. He could not help but ponder over there next time together where it might be; the thought aroused him to no end. Concentrating he shook his head and he put his hand over his collar. He was not sure if he could convince the world that he was just in a cat fight.

At first he thought to focus the blood to heal the scratches...but in all honesty he didn't want to get rid of them. Carter just buttoned to the top of the shirt; he would like to look at them later. It was like a medal almost; more like a territorial marking. Carter stared at Elliot for a moment in pondering; perhaps he should leave a mark or two of his own.

As she finished dressing, she handed him the ruined panties. He could still smell her upon them and the thought got his blood rushing again. With a smile he put the panties in his pocket and he breathed in deeply to take in her scent. A proper token indeed. "Much obliged m'lady." He said jokingly. " Not much of a reason to carry a handkerchief these days." Carter walked over to the elevator and called it up to them he still needed to get his shoes.

As they waited for it he turned to face her and asked. "Not to be too forward..." Speaking with a chuckle as he put a hand through his hair. "Do you have plans for the rest of the night? My business should not take more then an hour. Still plenty of moonlight to burn before the sun rises." Perhaps he should have just given a number and got in contact with her later. Carter wanted to stay with her longer; business was usually the focus of every night; but tonight Elliot was more then worth it. Within the small amount of time, they shared an incredible time together.

Truth be told...he wanted to know more about this creature that had seduced him.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot would accompany Carter as he walked towards the elevator. She felt a want to take his hand in hers but resisted the gesture for now - the thought was soon lost as she turned her attention to her companion's words. He made a reference to an earlier conversation; Elliot gave him a small grin and idly wondered how forward he might be. He asked her if she had plans for the rest of the night and expressed that his business would not take up much of his time.

"No plans," she responded before giving a soft sigh. "I doubt my paintbrushes will miss me too badly, should I neglect them for an evening."

The elevator doors opened. Elliot's eyes fell on Carter's shoes and she giggled - she pictured the people who had used the elevator in the meantime and was sorry that she missed their "what the fuck?" expressions. It was New York, and one did see some pretty odd stuff. But this? It was just so random. Elliot noted that the shoes had been kicked off while she was pinned against the wall; the placement of the five finger shoes were near the wall that they had used, with the toes pointing towards Elliot's former position. She allowed herself a short moment to recall the rush that Carter had inspired within her as she stepped over the threshold.

"I'm guessing by your shoes that you're familiar with modern trends such as the cellphone?" she teased. "I'll hang out until your meeting, but I'm going to take off for a bit while you're otherwise occupied. I think I've had enough of this environment, really." She pressed the button for the first floor and glanced over at the man. She gave a soft smile before closing the distance between them - she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips against his. It was a gentle and short kiss. She drew back but continued to hold him in her arms. "I think I'll hunt."

She said it like a mortal might say they were going to the grocery store. It would seem that woman had little qualms about the process of sustaining her immortality, as some of the younger vampires did.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter enjoyed her sense of humor; he had met enough of they're kind to know the stereotype. Some of them wouldn't even say a word unless you were old enough for they're time. Elliot though was a bewildering creature; a gentlemen never asked a woman's age but he grew more and more curious by the moment. "Well; as long as they don't hold a grudge...and come to life...and figure out forms of combat...as long as all three don't happen I think you'll be safe." Holding a simple smile on his face as they awaited the elevator.

She spoke of getting out of this club for a bit he didn't blame her. The mortals here were about to start getting rowdy soon. The drunks would start bumping to hard; security would start hauling them in and all new drunks would take there spot. The music was starting to turn to the "fist-pumping" beats now that it was starting to get to peak hours. Hopefully Rez would be ready for him as he looked down at his watch. It was almost 1:00 am now, first time he had been late for a meeting in a few years.

As he entered, quickly slipping on his shoes, he turned in time to see her walk towards him as her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands went around her waist; and he was given the gift of her kiss once again. Soft lips with still a hint of moisture upon them. She spoke of hunting this evening after all and he gave a nod but his tone changed a little bit.

"Don't go near 14th and Byron road...kindred have been falling off the map there." It was strange for such a sudden warning but his tone held a heir of concern about the matter. "Rumors floating around of fanatics living in the project areas." His smiled faded slightly at the thought; not that he needed to tell her to be careful. She made it this long she knew what she was doing. Elliot was a bright lass; she know doubt had her stomping grounds.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card for her with his number. He decided to be a little devil about it and placed it at the band where the fabric and her waist met. Then he slid the card around to her backside. The card was for Nox Securities- Home and Web. The name on the card was for Martin Knox.

"I'll find you once I'm finished...I'll make sure to use my magical talk box to find you." As he looked to his violet eyed angel he couldn't help but stare with a small amount of fascination for what this night had become. Then with a soft sincerity he spoke up one more time before they reached the first floor.

"Don't be stranger..." It was hard to tell if he was saying it as a sort of good by...or if he was asking.