Hiding in Plain Sight

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot gave Carter a look - like she didn't need his words of caution. The smugness drained from her expression as he continued to speak, though. He seemed to be genuinely concerned and he sounded as if he knew what he was talking about. 14th and Byron Road, she repeated to herself internally. She tried to summon a memory of what the intersection looked like - she could vaguely make out the shape of the buildings in the area, but she couldn't remember the specific details. "Fanatics are best avoided...I'll give you that," she responded in a dry tone - she didn't want to sound alarmed or reckless. Rather than tell him that he shouldn't worry because she could take care of herself, she simply ended with, "Thanks for the heads up."

The woman welcomed Carter's hands on her - she watched with a little grin as he placed his business card in the band of her skirt. He slid the object around her sides and to her back. She would have to examine the bit of paper later so she could soak in all the details - it occurred to Elliot that she still knew very little about the man. Perhaps she would learn more of him this evening.

He promised to use his magical talk box to find her. The woman laughed and gave him a wide smile in response. He was so cute...and funny...and perfect... Elliot had to willfully stop her train of thought, lest she make the man even more late for his meeting.

Just as the door opened to reveal the first floor, Carter said what Elliot assumed to be parting words. She guessed that he would not be getting off of the elevator with her - the second floor was a far more customary place for business associates. Even if you weren't cool enough for the VIP section, the second floor wasn't quite the same cluster-fuck swarm of the first floor and its countless bars and dancing areas. She gave him a full-body glance accompanied by an approving smile before producing her own business card. She held it out for him and spoke, "They don't come much stranger than either of us."

She would wait for him to accept her card before turning to leave the elevator. But - abruptly - she halted. She turned back around and gave Carter short but passionate open-mouthed kiss. She grinned sheepishly and backed out of the elevator, her eyes remaining on his form until the closing doors cut them apart from each other.

The woman watched for a few moments as the elevator climbed back to the second floor. She waited until Carter was outside of her visual range before turning to leave.

Her business card was heavy - and it wasn't paper. It was pressed metal with black letters that stood slightly raised from the mirror-polished finish of the background (which was an intermixing of silver and crimson color). The text contained was simple: it said her name (Elliot Pierce), claimed that she was an Artist, and provided an e-mail address and phone number.

 

[Lazorrath]

Her look was not missed; he was a little protective but he couldn't help it. After all he was in security...amongst other things. Carter could see that she knew what she was doing; someone told him once just extending the offer could save a life one day. Good man once told him that...tried to make himself better since then. To see her laugh and smile it brought a warmth in his cold body. Like he was some distant memory brought back anew; something that had been buried deep then rediscovered.

"...No...no they don't..." He took the card into his hand; surprised when he took it that it was metal. First time he had seen it done before and never thought about it that way. Elliot was full of surprises. His stare lingered for a few seconds as something caught him off guard but he brought his smile back soon enough. As he watched her walk away he would have accepted that moment; but then he saw her stop.

Carter was going to look at the card again but instead he saw her turn around come back to him. They're minds were in the same place and he dropped the card. As they shared that short kiss his hands gripped one more time before she back away from him. The doors closing away the two of them...just for awhile he hoped.

As Carter felt the elevator move again he then knelt down to look down at the card. He noted the mirror finish to it but it was not a true mirror. However with those shiny elevator doors you could see yourself in them. Carter looked at the door before him to see only the reflection of colors. Slowly he rose and walked over to the elevator door....there was nothing of him. It was like he wasn't even there. It was like he was a ghost; a ghost he was.

The doors soon opened to reveal the second floor and he stepped out quickly with purpose. He didn't go to any of the rooms though he went straight to staircase. As he quickly pushed open the door a couple making out were to drunk to even think about Carter. Glancing for a moment he looked then with eyes of a predator, then just chuckled with a smile. With quick steps he moved to the bottom of the stair case. There was a security guard at the door back to the first floor; however Carter had no interest in the first floor.

Carter only had to say one word. "Nox" The guard locked the first floor door for a moment and walked over to an old cigarette machine. The guard punched in few numbers and the door slowly began to open for him. The machine didn't make a sound and the guard quickly looked back at the second floor stair case to make sure nobody was coming or saw.

Carter was gone in a flash into the machine which lead to stairs heading down to the basement. Lit with blue lights the dark hallway was paved with a cement floor and stone walls. It was practically a dungeon down there but Carter's eyes had no trouble adjusting. The smell of blood was already in the air as he knew he was heading the right direction. At the end of the hall was another door with a guard in front of it. This one was much taller then the others, and ever so pale. Carter knew this creature well, Max; heard a story or two about this one. All of them gory and someone left in pieces.

Max stood at 6'7 and looked like he could have been out of body builder magazine. The suit he wore had to be tailored just for him no doubt. He wore an all black suit, with a pair of black gloves to go with them. He had a shaved head with a rather intricate tattoo over his skull. The man didn't say a word to Carter; all he did was open the door for the 5'5 vampire. Each time these two had crossed path there was an immediate tension; the two always stared each other down. Neither blinked...ever.

The room Carter entered was similar to the room upstairs but far more lavish. Leather furniture with a small mini bar in the room. There weren't many people in the room; only four including Carter. A long extended couch two women only covered by wrapped blankets stained in fresh blood drips. Bother were blond with heavy mascara; top dollar by the look of it. And over by a small basin with the water draining stood a man of about 5'9 with long blond hair in a pony tail. Wearing a leather jacket with no shirt underneath and a pair of fine personal tailored pants. He was a thinner fellow but handsome; something right out of modeling catalog.

Rez put his hands under the basin brought a handful of water to his face, the water became murky with crimson and the man look at himself to make sure there were no other blood stain. Bearing his fangs with a smile he continue to wash up fully away that Carter had walked in the room. Carter did not speak.

After a few seconds Rez spoke up. "You know Nox...have you shared the blood of twins."

"Can't say I have." Spoke Carter in a rather monotone voice. The women on the couch holding no interest to him once so ever. Walking juice boxes to the highest bidder. He knew there was a market to anything in this world; just seeing the pierced necks of the blonds made him uneasy. Money was money...but was it...could it be worth that.

"You really should try it some time, especially these two girls. They know each other so well; and they taste exactly the same. Given there blood is a little spiked with goodies of the night but the taste is spot on. When I heard they were a package deal I asked myself...how could i resist the opportunity?" Carter didn't speak at the moment, figuring Rex had something more to say...and he would.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The vampiress made her way outside of the establishment and found immediate comfort as her boots fell upon the concrete of the sidewalk. The fresh night air caressed her face and swept her hair softly to the side as a light breeze coursed between the buildings of the city - Elliot took a deep breath and felt invigorated.

She let her feet carry her where they would. She paid little attention to where she was going - dodging at random into the alleys connecting the more well-lit streets. The woman smiled softly as she allowed her mind to wander over thoughts concerning Carter and she bit her lip lightly as she recalled the feel of his cold flesh against hers. She gave herself a moment to actively kindle the fiery passion she felt for the almost stranger.

Her happy distraction lasted until her state of musing was shattered by a sudden aroma. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, focusing on the scent.

It was how Elliot hunted. Once upon a time, she had made efforts to select "bad people" in an attempt to ease her mind of her murderous guilt. Eventually she came to realize that she was hardly qualified to observe a person for a night and declare whether or not they deserved to live. And following a mortal to see what they're up to in the evenings over the course of several days to a week? Well, that would was just stupid and risky. Elliot had almost gotten herself caught that way once and it certainly hadn't been worth it. So, instead...the woman had settled on a more chaotic system. She would wander. She would wait for a mortal to strike her fancy.

Tonight it was someone that had been unfortunate enough to cut themselves in proximity to a vampire. Her blood smelled sweet...and she couldn't be more than a quarter of a mile from where Elliot now stood. The pale woman smiled, making no attempts to hide her fangs.

As she began to stalk her prey, she reflected briefly that she certainly had no reason - or, rather, need - to feed. She felt only the slightest amount of pity for her victim - she would have to stay alive and be aware that she was going to die for a little longer than most...

Elliot wouldn't draw out things any more than she needed to. Her hunt was quick and efficient - she found the woman with the bleeding hand in mere minutes. Her wound wasn't anywhere near being grievous - it was a minor scraping of her knuckle. The blood continued to rise from the wide, deep scratch as the woman dabbed at it with a kleenex. She was sitting on a bench; probably waiting for the bus. No one was around.

The woman didn't have a chance to defend herself. Elliot was merciful, though. She knocked the woman unconscious before hefting her frame effortlessly over her shoulder and disappeared back into the shadows.

It wasn't often that Elliot brought her prey home. She was far more fond of consuming on-the-go and disposing of bodies as she went along. Tonight, though, she wasn't hunting for herself.

 

[Lazorrath]

Rez finished cleaning himself off and cleaned up his coat; walking over to Carter with a brown envelope in his hand. Carter pulled out a disk from his pocket and there exchange was quick; without looking at the envelope, never a good courtesy. The blond haired vampire walked over to the the entrance. Max then entered the room to grab the disk from Rez; and Max was quickly was on his way. Then looking to the two blond women he motioned them to get out of the room. As they fled, Rez then sat back on the couch; Carter chose to stand with his back leaning against the wall.

Carter began to speak as soon as the door shut; it was time to take care of business. "14th and Byron rd is the Mt. Carmel Church of God. The leading pastor is Erik Griggs, master of religion at NYU when to Seminal soon after to become a priest. He isn't with the Catholics, if he were you would be having more trouble. He has 35 registered employee's who are a part of the church with an email list of his congregation. Mr. Griggs also has a tour of duty going to Iran; Pakistan and North Africa. They have a rather large donation list; some of the majors are on the disk." He spoke quickly getting the need to know for Rez to put his head around. With organized thoughts he spat out the information quick as a flash.

Rez stared at Carter with a upturned brow. "Mt. Carmel?"He said with a what the fuck tone. Rez was never one for the Good Book.

"Its a part of an Old Testament story, the story of Elijah Prophet of Yahweh...God...Elijah challenges the priest of the Old Gods Baal, Ashirah the like. He challenges the non believers to bleed an ox and create a burnt sacrifice by calling they're God to bring down fire to burn the meat. Elijah is victorious and then has 450 priest of the Old Gods slaughtered and they're blood run into the river." Carter had done his homework to understand the church he had investigated. Rez was not impressed with the history lesson.

"The church also has a food donation delivery system; one of those trucks four nights ago I followed to see where they we. The truck had the same identification number on the panel as the one registered under this club. So that explains that mystery. Where your product is though is yet to be determined. However, following one of those trucks each one of they're drivers is armed. They mean business Rez, especially when I see a case of automatic weapons."

Rez brought a hand to his chin and weighed over his options for a moment. "The Prince does not believe this is his concern and that I should take better care of my property. I am on my own on this. However I think you are just the person I need to help me work. Carter, I want you to keep an eye on them for me. Be my eyes...I need you to slow them down while I mobilize my guys."

"Slow them down? I will need compensation to perform guerrilla tactics against them."

"I will make sure you have what you need. I can't openly move against them until we have prove they are threat to kindred. When the Prince sees our investigation, I can send my boys to let God do what he will." Rez stood up an looked to the 5'5 saboteur. "Carter, I need them to know who they are fucking with."

"I will do more then that." Carter walked over to Rez and they shared a good handshake. Now that business had been taken care of, Rez gave a simple smile. "So..." Rez looked at his collar to see the blood stains on his shirt. "little bit of trouble this evening...or a little fun."

Then in the blink of an eye he thought over the last hour of his life and the time he spent with Elliot. The raw passion and sporadic nature of what they did. It got his blood rushing just thinking about. It reminded him he was going to see her again soon. There was so much of her body left unexplored. Carter then with a simple nod of his head replied. "Maybe both...can't stay though if I'm about to crack down a cult of firearm enthusiast."

Rez chuckled with a hearty laugh. "That's the spirit...report to me by the number in the envelope. Don't fuck around on this I need results."

"I'll get them" Carter soon made his way out the door and retraced his steps back out into the club. As he passed by the club goers he soon was outside again. He was quick to light up a cigarette to put on his visage of normalcy. This job might be trouble, especially not exactly knowing who his enemy was in this situation. Taking a drag of his cigarette he thought about his options; he would need to make some special orders. A little more equipment as it were.

For now though he was free...and he thought about Elliot again. Bringing out his phone he soon looked to the number of Elliot's card to send her a text. Knowing she was hunting it might take some time before he got in contact with her again. His text was simple Done with business she would recognize who it was from. For now though he just began to walk down the streets thinking between Elliot and an angry church; his nights were not going to be lacking any time soon.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

A short midi played from the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room in Elliot's house. The brunette glanced in that general direction - she was currently in the process of binding her victim's wrists together with leather straps. The mortal woman had been placed on a simple wooden chair that belonged to the dining set, her wrists drawn behind her back. Her head hung forward carelessly, her hair hanging down to cover her face. She was breathing softly and remained unconscious for the time being.

Elliot tested the binds. Satisfied, she placed her hands on her knees and pushed herself to a standing position. Half a dozen steps carried her to the cellphone on the counter - she picked it up and opened the message.

She hadn't programmed Carter's number into her phone, so the message reflected his number instead of his name. The woman's violet eyes scanned the words. Done with business - she didn't feel the need to check the information against the card that he had given her. Instead, she wasted no time in returning his text. Rather than try to think of something witty or clever, she simply sent the details of her address and followed it with Feel free to come in via the balcony if you'd rather avoid the doorman. I'll place three candles on the railing. After pressing 'send', the woman replaced her phone unceremoniously on the granite countertop. Her apartment was nice without quite being luxurious - despite having a fair amount of beautiful solid wood furnishings and random bits of art all about the place (sculptures and canvas), it was relatively barren. The rooms seemed vastly open only because of the woman's lack of belongings. Her eyes scanned over the area...and for the first time in what seemed an eternity, she wondered how her place would appear to a visitor.

Elliot mulled over that word for a moment. Visitor. It sounded foreign. Even in life, the woman had rarely accepted company into her private residence. She didn't enjoy people - even her close friends - coming into her realm. She always had her work strewn about...and her art was her soul. Had been her soul? Elliot wasn't even sure anymore.

The woman crossed the sizable apartment, grabbing candles from the coffee table of her living room. The balcony access was a pair of glass sliding doors - the see-though red curtains billowed as Elliot opened the room to the night air. She brushed the fabric to the side and passed the threshold.

As she set the candles on the railing, she glanced down from her balcony. She was on the third floor - she imagined Carter wouldn't have any more problems that she did in getting here. Hell...she had just made the jump while carrying a full-sized woman on her shoulder. Assuming he decided to go that route rather than deal with the doorman. It would be of little consequence either way; but just in case, Elliot lit the candles. Her apartment number wasn't exactly listed on the outside of the building, after all.

The woman walked back inside. She might as well clean herself up before he got here...

Elliot used the time until Carter's arrival to do just that. She undressed herself fully and quickly washed before seeking out a new bra and panty set. She settled for a crimson set of silk. After putting the articles on, the woman looked down at herself.

Her chest was generous. The tag of her modern bra told her that she was a D cup - she allowed her hands to briefly heft the soft flesh, feeling their weight. Her hands then continued down her sides; she felt the curve of her waist flaring out to meet her wide hips. Vainly, Elliot missed being able to see herself in a mirror.

She gave a sigh. There was little point in thinking about it; the fact was never going to change. She stepped to her closet and pulled out a long robe. She studied it for a moment - yes, this will work. It was silken and nearly looked like it was made to match her undergarments. She slipped the loosely flowing material over her shoulders - the robe was crimson with black lining. When she secured the garment closed with the belt, it became obvious that black showed along the hems. A bold and dark chinese-styled dragon sinuously graced the fabric over her left thigh.

Although the robe was technically closed, Elliot was wearing the garment extremely loosely. Her breasts were half exposed, though covered in the material of her bra. When she took steps, vision of her entire legs would flash with her movements.

 

[Lazorrath]

After he sent the text Carter quickly returned to his abode, one of his abodes. This was one of his temporary places if he needed to hide. It was a simple apartment that had an easy fire access for him. With a simple leap or two he made his way to the fourth floor; a key opened latch window awaited him. Slipping through the window he opened it to a beige room with a bed, a chest of drawers. If he was going to see Elliot again he wanted to look his best for her. Quickly he disrobed and began walking to the shower. As he pulled off his shirt he revealed a lean cut form; for a short guy he had the body of a navy seal.

Underneath his body was a myriad of colors and tattoos. Upon his shoulders to the left and right of his collarbone were black stars. On his right shoulder blade was a magazine for a pistol with seven bullets lined up. There were other markings but it was hard to distinguish if it was a tattoo or something else. On his right arm right at the joint there was a strange black spot that seemed to follow his veins for about 5 inches in diameter. The calf of his left leg was a tattoo of a necklace for dog tags but there was 4 sets of dog tags.

He went to his bathroom to quickly shower off, put on a little cologne...he was this to be perfect. Carter wanted to leave a good impression on Elliot. After his shower he went to his closet to see what this hide out had. Selection there was not much except for full on suit and tie. He ditched the coat and kept the long sleeve dress shirt; putting on the fresh pair of pants, this time he wore regular shoes. Feeling around his form did what he could with what he had. Except as he finished putting on his pants he felt something heavy in the pocket. Pulling out the object it was a switchblade.

Staring at the knife for a moment it might seem like a bad idea; but the more cautious side of him spoke out and he stuffed it inside his sock. Soon now he was ready to go; the buzz of his phone went off...if his heart could only skip a beat. Carter looked to the text message to see the address and instructions. A smile grew upon his face and he was out the door soon after.

As he made his way, Carter thought he should not go empty handed. So as he made his way through town he had to stop by somewhere to pick up a single rose. Something simple, something beautiful...something to help build a little romance. Carter was filled with ideas, and he could not wait to try more complex ideas.

With haste Carter was at her apartment, and in no time he found the balcony with the candles. He knew there was a very easy way to be up there within a second; but such an exposure would be too risky. With that like a spider he climbed up a light post and jumped his way to her balcony. However he did not land upon it, he instead went a floor higher. Like a shadow he poured down the wall onto the balcony not making a single sound.

As he slid in he took in the scents of the area...he could smell her she was quite close by. But they were not alone; he could smell human blood. What as she planning? Carter could not help but ponder; it all felt a bit wrong to him. This was a huge risk just entering into another creatures den. Was this a temporary place or was this her home? Did she trust Carter that much.

With that said he took a few steps towards the glass door. With a few gentle taps he knocked to announce himself. Didn't want to be rude and walk right in. There was the one stereotype in his head that a vampire could not enter someone's house without they're permission. He wondered how many of his kind believed that.

Carter could not truly say he wasn't a bit nervous; but he would not wait to look upon her form once again. Already he could smell her scent and it got his blood flowing. No need to put up illusions of humanity in her presence. His skin was ever pale, he did not breathe...for now and wished to see Elliot...more then anything.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot would've sworn that her heart was living by the way it jumped in response to the tapping on the glass doors of the balcony. She was still back in her room, primping the details of her appearance - she quickly took to an excited pace towards the other side of the house.

She didn't try to downplay how happy she was that he had kept his word to spend the evening with her. She smiled the instant she saw him, baring her fangs unintentionally. Her quick footfalls ceased when she reached the balcony doors, the silken material of her robe taking a moment to resettle around her legs. "Carter," she spoke softly as she reached a hand to brush aside the curtain for him. "Please, come in." She motioned with a hand to emphasize that he was welcome within her home.

Her eyes trailed over his form; she noted his change of dress with approval. Eventually, her gaze fell upon the single rose in the man's hand. She appeared to be genuinely touched - she waited for him to hold it out for her and accepted it happily. "Thank you...you're entirely too sweet." She gave him a tender kiss on the lips before turning to walk towards the kitchen. "I'm going to go put this in water," she explained. "I'll be right back."

When Elliot returned to the living room, her eyes fell on the bound woman. She was murmuring, threatening to wake at any moment. The vampiress walked right past the mortal to place her vase with the rose on a tall skinny table near a window. "I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry, so I went ahead and prepared a meal just in case." Her tone didn't falter in the least as she referred to a living being as little more than a cheeseburger.

Elliot studied Carter for several moments, watching his expression. Again she was struck by how marvelous the contrast of his image was. His goatee and hair were so dark, and his flesh so pale... Her gaze wandered the contours of his face, the sharpness of his features, before settling on his pale green eyes. She gave a small smile as she considered that the two had all evening to explore each other.

 

[Lazorrath]

She was utterly beautiful to look upon; he was at a loss for words when her form came in view. To see teasing supple form of her breast barely hidden behind fabric. Each stride her pale legs was caressed by the moonlight. The soft silken robe was stunning on her form. To hear her soft voice whisper his name again; he motioned her in and he wasted no time. He looked around her domicile as he entered; he wondered how much prep she had done before he got here. That idea was soon answered as he could without a doubt smell someone else in the house. Being that it was only the three of them it did not bother him. Carter never feared being outnumbered.

As her eyes came upon the rose in his hand; he indeed held it out for her to have. "Been awhile since I had the privilege to give a beautiful woman a rose." She moved in to taste of his lips once again; he would not deny such a thing. Her kiss was almost ephemeral; yet so firm with the restrained passion that burned inside of her. He watched her walk away and his eyes could not help but watch her backside. The way her hips moved as she walked away could leave a man breathless.

As she left to the kitchen his eyes would soon find the living sacrifice. He took a few steps closer towards the bound woman. Mostly to actually look upon Elliot's handiwork; the straps were quite tight. The woman was not too banged up; but he could smell her blood now. His fangs could not help but bear themselves. There was a hunger beginning to grow within him; amongst another hunger for the dead mistress walking back from the kitchen. Hearing Elliot speak of the meal so callously...like she was a piece of meat to be eaten...it was very tough for him to hide his slowly growing erection.

"You made dinner for me...they do say as way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I think our kind might be the only exception...all we truly are is our heart...pumping, beating, throbbing the blood of others through us." Her casual way dealing with a human like this, it was quite mature. There was a bit of pity for the woman who without a doubt in Carter's mind was going to die tonight. If there was a chance to save this girl's life it was for her not to awaken. And it made him ponder for a moment...until his pale green eyes caught her wild violets.

Carter took a few steps towards Elliot. The woman strapped in was utterly forgotten. His fascination with this violet eyes girl was a path to destruction and he knew it. It was laid with openings in his defenses and going to leave him as vulnerable as the women strapped in leather. However in this strange moment...he couldn't give a fuck. Carter stopped leaving only a small few feet of distance between himself and Elliot.

His eyes went all over Elliot's body with the blood in the air and his fangs bared...there was a predatory movement in everything he did. From the way he moved to the way he looked over Elliot. "Was she fun to hunt after? Give chase?" As he spoke again he began to walk around Elliot; he reached up with a hand to unclasp the top button of his shirt. One way or another it seemed as if he was going to ruin another shirt.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The vampiress found herself quite excited by the way Carter described their kind - and he did not speak falsely. They were, truly, little else but but hearts that operated on the life blood of others. His particular combination of words, "pumping, beating, throbbing" - well. It was pretty easy to understand how the woman would want to remove the words from their context, lending a different sway to their meaning. Elliot gave a wicked grin as she felt lust igniting between her legs.

She had expected to watch Carter devour the offering she had procured, though she didn't seem to mind when his attention settled elsewhere. His eyes found hers and he took several steps towards her. He stopped just feet away and took a moment to visually inspect the dead woman - Elliot focused on the man's exposed fangs as his eyes drank in her image.

Elliot bit her lower lip lightly as she listened to his questions about her hunt. He began to stalk around her position - Elliot made no effort to turn to follow the man's movements. She allowed him to pace behind her, ever aware of nearly silent footfalls. "No...she was completely unaware and easily overtaken," Elliot responded. Typically, the woman wouldn't say that she preferred to have difficulty with her prey; but the way that Carter presented the questions...it made the woman feel like the primal predator that she really was. She suddenly wished that the woman had run - that she had screamed for help and received none. Elliot felt a rush just thinking about it. She knew she would've won over her prey, in the end - and a chase would've satisfied her kill instinct much more than mere feeding.

Carter was just coming around Elliot's side - the woman glanced and noticed that the man was undoing the top button of his shirt. His expression, his energy...his movements. He exuded predator. He was like an alpha wolf, studying his potential mate right before taking her.

Elliot moved her hands slowly for her belt, her fingers beginning to unwork the knot. Once undone, the panels of her robe slipped open to give a better view of her curves. "If it weren't for you, Carter...I do believe this would've been a rather disappointing evening for me."

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter saw ever more unveiled of her body, with his blood pulsing now warm breath now left his lips. Elliot could feel the slight warmth of it along her neck. The way she described the woman; there was a hunter in this artist. The idea that someone might kill him...it was rush what could he say. Carter closed the distance and he curved his step so that he was right behind Elliot. She could feel the pressure of his body close in. Instinct mixing with his desire as Carter took her in for all her glory with so much more yet to be revealed.

Elliot then felt the light touch of the tip of his nose accompanied by the edge of his lips against her skin. He grazed from the top of her neck to her should; she could feel him take in her scent. She felt his left arm wrap around her body; his hand rest underneath her breast. His right hand gently brushed away the robe from her right leg; his hand with tender yet firm hand caressed from her knee up her thigh in painfully long strokes. He knew what he was doing; and he had been aching for years to find the right woman. Someone truly wanting to be held; someone who desired to be touched just at much as he did. Constantly restraining himself for safety...no tonight.

"You are far too beautiful of a woman to be spending your nights alone." Carter's lips began to trail small kisses up her neck to her ear. He pondered for a moment if he shared the curse; no mirror could show his image. "You have no idea how angelic you look right now." His right hand squeezed at her inner thigh; the heat of his breath trailed down her back. She could feel the pressure of his cock press against her backside. She was like a Goddess in his eyes; he could barely believe that she dressed like this for him. Carter thought about that statement for a moment. For him...for her...for us.

As Carter lightly teased this angel; his eyes returned to the woman. That might be a distraction for them and he did not know what should be done...of course he had a few ideas. Perhaps to feed now might not be a bad idea. But to break off what they just started felt criminal. Not to mention he did not know which of his thirst was winning the fight; but he was pretty sure which one had the advantage. The angel in his arms had done so much for him. "What of her? She could prove to be...distracting." Some strange ideas began to go through his head. "You look good in red; I bet it looks even better on you." She then felt his fangs drag along her neck and his tongue follow suit. His right hand trailed up her inner thigh, cupping her pussy in his hands. His middle and ring finger slid over the silken material putting pressure ever so slightly; his hand stopped at her waist.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The woman waited with a heightened state of awareness; she yearned for Carter's touch, and as he slowly approached her, she could think of nothing else but her desire to have his attentions. She was ready to receive whatever sensations the man was willing to give.

Carter was unnaturally suited to Elliot's wants. Not only the literal sense, which was true enough all on its own, but also in his romantic sensibilities. The way he took in her scent, barely brushing his lips and nose across her flesh as he breathed her in. She knew that - had she been a reality in which she was living - he would have caused her to shiver. Even without physical shuttering, the woman suffered a head rush that encouraged her to close her eyes. She felt one of Carter's arms wrap around her while his other hand moved to stroke her thigh with slow and purposeful motions. Elliot leaned her head back on the man's shoulder and moaned softly. His hand continued to dance unhesitantly upon her flesh as he spoke. His compliments were not unwanted but Elliot tried not to let his words sink too deeply. She couldn't allow herself to believe the sweet nothings - not this time. She knew better...and yet, on the roof, she recalled being willing to believe...

What, exactly? That she might be able to pass an evening...a month...a year...? Eternity is a long time, she reminded herself. Just...don't let yourself get hurt again.

Carter's hand squeezed her inner thigh - it was an extremely welcomed distraction from her thoughts. The woman was suddenly aware of the man's lips upon her back, his hot breath tingling along her cold skin. She pressed herself lightly against him, feeling the rigidness of his cock through their clothing. She rubbed her ass suggestively against his hard length, nearly shuttering as she imagined it filling her wanting cunt.

The man brought up the issue of the additional body in the room. What ever were they to do with the seemingly unnecessary one? They couldn't just leave her here, to possibly wake up - no doubt she would raise hell screaming or attempt to escape. Elliot didn't need the mortal leading anyone else here in the near future...

It was the man's next compliment that inspired Elliot's plan. She grinned and allowed herself several moments of enjoyment at Carter's hands before speaking up. "Red looks amazing on me," she replied. She was beyond saddened to forcibly remove Carter's skilled hands from her body - but it would be for the best, in the end. "I think you should see."

With that, the woman took several steps away from the male. She allowed her robe to slowly slip from her shoulders - as it dropped from her form, she caught it in her hands. She removed the belt from its loops and tossed the rest of the material to the side. She took slow steps towards the leather-bound woman, running the belt between her hands until it half of its length was stretched between her two holding points. When she reached the chair, she kicked at one of the legs with some force - the resulting jolt caused the mortal to awaken with a start. Her head flew up and it took only moments for her eyes to take on absolute terror as she tried to identify where she was; she strained against her bindings and tears began to build in her eyes almost immediately. Her gaze fell on Elliot - it certainly didn't help but ease the mortal. "Please...please don't hurt me...I..."

"Shhh..." Elliot insisted. She placed a hand on the girl's chin, lifting her face. "Stay still."

The mortal watched the vampiress with a frozen expression. She was visibly trembling as Elliot's hands worked to wrap the long silken strap around the woman's head. She ran the material over the mortal's mouth - she managed to make four full passes in her coiling. Elliot secured the make-shift gag before glancing back at Carter. "If she remains in this state, she'll feel much less pain than otherwise," Elliot remarked. "Perhaps next time we share a meal, we will leave the mortal unbound and pretend they have a chance of escaping. Just not...in my apartment." She flashed a grin - no doubt her neighbors would be less willing to ignore the odd artist if they heard panicked screaming from behind her door.

Elliot looked back to the woman. Her eyes were open, and she was still trembling, but she wasn't trying to scream or struggle for escape. The vampiress leaned in over the woman, nuzzling her neck for a brief moment before tearing into the flesh with her teeth.

The violet-eyed monster was not biting for the sake of sucking - she bit deep, clenched her jaw, and pulled back in a savage motion. A stream of blood flew in a small arch with the motion. Elliot's mouth overflowed with the thick red liquid; it ran down her chin and trickled down her throat. A couple of droplets fell to her breast. As Elliot turned to observe Carter's reaction to her display, she placed a palm in what was a small-scale river of blood. In moments, her hand was drenched. She raised the appendage and placed her clawed hand at the base of her own neck. She smeared the vivid coloring down her chest in a diagonal motion. She licked her lips.

"Mmm. You should probably have some..." she glanced at the woman, who was bleeding out fast. "Before it gets cold."

 

[Lazorrath]

Watching the robe fall off her was like watching water fall from ice; his green eyes followed the length of her legs. She worked rather efficiently as she prepared the bindings practically in the nude. The hunter in his lover was showing her colors. There was something extremely erotic preparing the death of a mortal. Elliot handled herself with a ruthless yet delicate nature. Carter watched the laced lioness prepare the young girl.

Then a Carter was left for a moment to question his choice as Elliot stared into the young girl's eyes. Within moments the girl was like clay in Elliot's hands. In his time he had seen this kind of gift before. And it played with some rather tender spots in Carter's memory. He had to turn his away for a moment and he began to undo the button's of his shirt. Was he under her spell by chance? No, if he was he would already be dead. Still it troubled him for a moment but he looked back to Elliot as she spoke of how it would be less painful for the girl.

Then she spoke of the next meal they shared; they could hunt together. It thrilled him he could not lie; let the mortal wander in a park for hope only to find the two of them ready. A smile returned to him as she gave a grin. Carter could see it now; Elliot was about to go for the kill as he removed his dress shirt. The doubts in his mind faded as he watched the predator work. From one killer to another...he enjoyed her work.

Like a snake she slowly worked her way to the throat and then in a flash she struck with dagger like fangs. The torrent of crimson poured, he could care less now about the woman dying in front of him. Instead all his focus was on Elliot with droplets of blood dripping down her lips; spilling onto her pale body. Like some sort of exotic pagan ritual; Elliot took the blood into her hands painting herself in the blood of her prey.

Carter was left his mouth agape and his fangs practically pulsing out. One part in lust the other in hunger; combining into a form that could only held by a creature such as Elliot and Carter. His lover did not have to tell him twice and he began to walk over to the slowly dying woman. This could get rather messy and the animal in him wanted to be restricted by nothing. He threw he shirt to a corner of the room; unbuckling his pants they soon slid of his form and his cock in full mast throbbed at the sight of his blood splattered Elliot.

The tattooed form of Carter was on fully display for Elliot, he leaned his neck to one side with pops escaping. He watched Elliot as he approached; her violet eyes now seemed feral in nature and it drove him wild. He knelt in front of his prey to be at eye level; then with force grabbed the woman by the hair forcing to expose the bleeding wound even more so. One lust was now taken over by another.

He did not hesitate and with feral speed he latched onto the poor girls neck. The sound of flesh tearing happened only for a moment before it was replaced by Carter's muffled groans at the delight of the warm blood pouring down his throat. He wretched his neck like a lion tearing at fresh kill; a splatter of arterial spray escaped went across his chest and arm. As he fed, he pulled the body of the woman so that his eyes found the wild violet's of Elliot's.

The trapped girl began to grow pale before them it would not be long before death took her no doubt. Carter took in mouthful after mouthful but with great willpower managed to stop himself before taking all of the blood. As he pulled his fangs drips of blood felt in a line from his groin, up his chest and to his lips. His tongue followed Elliot's to get the escaping drops of blood.

Carter felt a the rush of the fresh blood go through him; closing his eyes for a moment to absorb it all. His green eyes opened to look at his prey; then his pupils shifted and his head quick turned to look at Elliot in all her curvaceous glory. One lust yielded to another with one hunger sated...for now. He slowly rose up and he walked around their meal slowly closing in on Elliot. His eyes fell upon the blood she spread across her voluptuous breast still restrained by her garment. Carter wasted no time as his hands found there way to Elliot's hips; his mouth leaned in and his tongue started from the top of her breast following the trail of blood she painted up her body. As he did his hand reached up to undo the strap of her bra; letting her breast push the garment to the floor. He pushed forward so that he could feel her nipples against his skin.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

After Elliot had gagged their victim, she couldn't help but notice that something had unsettled Carter. He had looked away, only to return his gaze to her when she began speaking - the woman didn't let his expression derail her from sharing her thoughts. When the man's smile returned...well. Why ruin the moment by demanding an answer for the glimpse of uncertainty she had witnessed?

...Was it me? she wondered silently.

Elliot could only hope that it had been anything but her. She didn't allow herself to worry about it too much - rather, she distracted herself with the aforementioned brutality towards the mortal. As she smeared the blood on her pale flesh, she watched Carter and noted that he appeared to be beyond whatever had been troubling him. The way he looked at her - the expression on his face... His desire was thick and Elliot wanted to lose herself to his pleasures. She forgot entirely about whatever concerns might be between them.

Carter tossed his shirt aside before unbuckling his pants as he approached Elliot and the mortal. As the material fell from his form, the vampiress beheld the sight of his proudly erect cock and she gave a low, approving moan before allowing her eyes to gaze over the rest of his body. She sank in the images of his ink and marking with extreme interest. While she didn't have any tattoos herself, she recognized such things as art. Studying images of their kind could sometimes lend to a deeper understanding of another, Elliot knew.

The woman watched silently as Carter knelt in front of their prey. The way he handled her - grabbing her hair and jerking her head to allow himself easier access... Elliot grinned. She heard the man's fangs as they tore fresh wounds into the mortal's neck but it was not nearly as exhilarating as the sound of the groans that followed. When the motions of his feeding caused for a significant amount of blood to spurt upon his person, Elliot felt an overwhelming desire for him. She had no interest in feeding, despite that the scent of blood had drowned out the cologne that Elliot had briefly admired. All other senses were focused on the man and Elliot burned. Carter shifted the victim's body slightly so as to bring the vampiress into his line of sight - Elliot shivered lightly as his faded green eyes returned her gaze.

When he finished with the mortal, Elliot's sight followed a droplet of blood as it fell from Carter's fangs. As he stood, the woman again bit her lower lip and took several moments to study him in detail. Carter was marvelous. He paused to focus shortly before turning his attention to her - he approached. She felt his hands come to a rest on her hips as his mouth worked to lap at the blood she had smeared across her chest. A skillful hand reached back to unfasten her bra - the man maintained a short distance from her just long enough to let the garment fall from her person. Once it had, he moved to press himself against her.

Elliot's nipples were hard with arousal; they pressed into Carter's flesh and dragged lightly against him with every subtle movement between them. The woman immediately sought to wrap her arms around the man's shoulders, staring into his eyes with a burning intensity. "Carter," she spoke softly. "You have no idea...how much I want you. How long I've waited..." Likely, he had a good idea; perhaps even more so than she did. "You're perfect."

She kissed him long and hard, not waiting for his response to her words. Meanwhile, one of her hands slipped from his shoulders and moved slowly downwards. She teasingly flitted her fingers over the flesh of this thigh for a moment. It wasn't long, though, before she was unable to resist taking his throbbing cock in hand.

Her fingertips made glancing contact with his head before slipping down the underside of his shaft. Once her palm was lowered to his base, she turned her hand so as to grasp his thickness. Elliot's long, slender fingers wrapped around his manhood firmly and she slowly started to pull her hand away from his body. Before the motion removed him from her grasp, she reversed the direction. She seemed to tighten her grip slightly when her hand settled at the base of his cock, pulling at him with added insistence.

 

[Lazorrath]

Her words played with his heart strings in this moment of lust. The way her velvet lips spoke his name; it made him melt. His predator's eyes faded as she spoke about him. Carter could hardly accept the idea of perfect he was far from it. Especially the way life had been for him at times; he chose to not to think over it. Instead he focused on her wants, her needs and all of her desires. Her breast were perfect in there size and form; to see them press against his body was a turn on in itself.

They way her eyes stared into his, it felt strange almost foreign. Though it evoked something he had not felt in a long time. Carter dare not say something like that; not for how soon this was. And the kiss they shared was so powerful; there lips firmly pressed onto each other. He wasted no time to slightly open his mouth and his tongue sought hers to claim. Soon though he felt one of her hands slowly work down his body; and soon a gasp escaped his lips as her finger tips danced around the head of his cock.

She held a powerful yet delicate grip on his rod; she played with his flesh knowing his desire so well. Carter had to simply enjoy the moment as her hands manipulated his cock. His hips slowly gyrated with her hand movements for awhile before she gave control to her. His own hand began to deviously work up her body; with a firm grasp his finger grabbed on to one of her orbs of flesh. With soft rotations he moved but his thumb and forefinger gave a hard squeeze to her nips. His other hand slid down her hip and cupped her ass in his hand; this hand was not so delicate his finger nail scraping the flesh before he gave a firm slap.

Elliot's hand that wrapped around her cock was doing wonders as a pearl of his precum began to accumulate and a drip began to run down the head. Carter was in utter bliss of the moment as he broke up the kiss; another groan leaving his lips before he softly spoke to her. "Elliot...I thought about so many things I am going to do to you. How I am going to use you; play with you...how I'm going to fuck you." His mind was in a haze and his voice was low and guttural whisper

Carters hand that was upon her breast began to flow down her body; his hand moved with purpose as it slid underneath the material of panties. His hands went over her warm sex, rubbing back and forth. Then his forefinger and ring finger pressed her lips, spreading her and closing her; all the while his middle finger ran painfully long circles around her clit. "I want every fantasy you've ever had; I want every perfect fiber of your body. I want you Elliot." His mouth wrapped around her ear lobe, catching the flesh between his teeth giving a slight pull. This woman drove his wild in ways he never knew.

He always knew there was a beast inside of him that wanted to kill. But never did he know this side that wanted to use a woman like he wanted to know. Elliot brought out this creature that he barely even knew existed. The killer and the master combined into Carter. Blood was the last thing on his mind; he hungered for Elliot and only Elliot.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot arched her back slightly as she felt Carter's hand upon her breast, pushing her soft mound into his grip. It wasn't until her nipples were clenched roughly by the man that she gave a low moan and, in return, the hand remaining on his shoulder suddenly dug its nails his flesh. She felt him grabbing at her ass; he clawed at her briefly before removing his hand, only to return in sudden force. The woman gave a sharp cry that was muffled between their mouths and followed with a growl.

It was then that Carter broke the kiss and began speaking. Elliot watched his eyes as she soaked in his words. "How I am going to use you; play with you...how I am going to fuck you." Elliot's mouth dropped open slightly and a wordless noise escaped her lips. The tone of his voice, his expression - the woman suspected that Carter was more than talk. She reacted to his downward trailing hand with an involuntary shudder.

This. This was exactly what she needed.

Elliot couldn't resist but letting one of her feet slip to the side slightly as she felt Carter's fingers invade the space between her flesh and panties. She could already feel the dampness of her sex and she knew that the sudden rush of blood throughout her system had made her falsely warm. Carter handled her expertly and the woman gave a ragged breath - she was somewhat ashamed to realize that she was already thinking of begging him to penetrate her. He spoke more of his wants and Elliot found everything he said pleasing... Most of all, though, she appreciated the last part. It was perhaps one of the traits left of her humanity: the desire to be wanted.

"Oh fuck, Carter," she growled as he took her earlobe into his mouth. The tugging of his teeth against her flesh somehow felt like an animalistic gesture of dominance. The woman shifted her focus to pleasing him with the strokes of her hand so as to not become overwhelmed herself. "I'm yours to do with what you please," she spoke in a clear voice before using her lips to kiss at the base of his throat.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter's played with her soft moist lips until he let two of those fingers slide inside of her. As he pumped his hand rapidly as far as he would go he would let his finger move and spread her before pulling out. Elliot's hand was driving the vampire with put instinct almost; he began to look around the room they were in. He didn't know if he would be able to make it to a bed. In his mind he already came up with a decision. "The safe word is bullet"

His eyes looked about the room for something to use and Carter soon found the couch. One image of Elliot dominated his thoughts; her bent over the arm rest of the couch with her hands tied behind her back. Soon enough Carter slowly pulled out his fingers quickly bringing them to his mouth so he could taste her. Her nectar mixed with remnants of the woman's blood made for an exquisite and exhilarating taste. His eyes shuddered at the taste as did his body. Moving quickly he grabbed her hand while his other pulled off the belt of the robe that was once a gag.

Carter forced Elliot in front of him; with the one hand in his hand he began to wrap her wrist. Then with a forceful hand he grabbed the other and began wrapping the cloth in a figure eight to secure the wrap. With her arms forced back slightly, seeing her having to force her chest out...a low groan left his lips. The idea of doing what he pleased began to play with his mind. He was the source of her pleasure; she could not reach to touch herself...she was at his mercy. The idea make his cock rage with desire; she could feel his cock rest in between her pert cheeks. Elliot could feel a drop of precum land on her ass.

With a forceful hand, Carter made her lean over the arm rest of the couch. With a couch pillow near by the upper half of her body remained horizontal; her breast smothering the pillow under her. As the hunter observed her body to see her drenched sex; only the flimsy garment remain. As she was leaned over he knelt down and Elliot was welcome with a warm wet sensation going over the silk material over her pussy. Carter's tongue began long lingering strokes up her wet lips; teasing her with the fabric hiding her lust. It would not last long as Carter pulled them down and let his hands play with her ass while his tongue slithered its way inside of her.

Like his tongue has a mind of its own it moved and wriggled quickly. He changed from being invasive movements to lapping at her swollen lips; the tip of his tongue punishing her clit with rapid flicks. However every man has his limits and soon he raised back up and Elliot then felt the head of his dripping cock at the entrance of her pussy. He wanted to wait just a moment longer; if she felt anything he felt in this moment these two lover were about to die if they did not finally come. Carter already knew this would be the first of many this night.

Carter reached up and one hand grabbed at her tied wrist, the other curled around her throat. He leaned forward trailed kisses up her spine but being able to resist entering her. Then with a diabolical torturous moment of silence he whisper. "Tell me how you want it." As he spoke his cock entered her all the way to the hilt of him. Slowly he would pull back and then his hips would thrust back let his hips collide with her perfect ass. His strong arms pulled her back towards his body when he thrust into her. There was no awkward position for Carter; just endless possibility.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

A safe word? Elliot thought to herself with a small thrill. In combination with Carter's thrusting fingers, the woman could feel herself nearing the threshold of shameless slut. It seemed sudden when the man removed his digits from the woman's drenched passage - she gave a smile amid her shallow breaths when she witnessed him suck her juices from his fingers.

Her mind was hazed - she was only vaguely aware that Carter had obtained the silken belt from their victim's mouth as he pulled her across the room. He roughly guided her to stand facing the arm of the couch before grabbing at her arms, pulling them back. Elliot gave a sharp pleased cry as she felt him binding her wrists - she leaned forward slightly, pressing the length of his hard cock between her cheeks. The woman felt a bit of moisture rub against her asshole as the man's teasing tip deposited a sample of his seed - Elliot took an inhalation of breath and moaned. She didn't have to speak, really; her body's reaction was likely enough for the man to realize that she enjoyed that sort of thing, as well.

He pushed her upper body down with some force - Elliot folded over the arm of the couch and felt a surge of heat between her legs. She moaned whorishly as Carter pleasured her with his tongue; she found herself close to orgasm when he suddenly stopped. She whimpered quietly.

The feel of his hands upon her wrists and throat quieted her. She trembled lightly as Carter kissed up her spine. His words were about to receive an answer when he suddenly thrust his hips forward, his big dick invading her pussy with its full length - she gasped loudly and moaned with his first several thrusts before regaining herself enough to respond. The way he pulled at her - his strength using her own body in the impaling motions - it drove her mad.

"Oh god, Carter! I want it hard! Rough! Fuck me like you own me!"

 

[Lazorrath]

Her body was so responsive it just made him want to fuck her that much more. The way he was able to control her lust; he didn't quite understand what was going through him. All Carter knew in this moment was he had a woman to to make beg for release. And as soon as she shouted out her desires he he then picked up his pace to a constant in and out motion. Each time his hips thrust he shoved her body ass against him. Each time her lips spread, her wet pussy lips meeting the hilt of his cock. His balls would hit up against her clit from time to time. It was like he couldn't stop himself when a guttural growl of a voice spoke. "I do own you Elliot...you belong to me..."

All the while Carter was in utter bliss of the sensations going around his cock. Elliot's body was like a shrine to a sex goddess before him. The lighting of the room made her all the more mysterious; catching the glimpse of her expression from time to time. She was like no lover he had ever had before; and she made him want to do things he never thought he would want to do. His mind quickly focused on her body as the words continued to play in his head.

Carter wanted to keep control of his body as he pounded into her; yet there was no restraint in what he gave her. Especially as he took the hand that held her wrist and quickly came down on the white flesh of her ass. If there pale bodies could bruise no doubt a mark of his hand would have stayed for some time. He felt the natural urges to cum inside of her; to pour even more of himself. He wanted the illusion of dominance though so he forced himself to hold from his release. He had to ask himself...did she deserve release yet?

His other hand changed traveled from her neck and with full hand of her hair yanked her head back. As he did, Carter picked up the pace of his merciless fucking. The couch moving several times but each time it did not stop his speed. Then he felt another change of pace was necessary as his speed suddenly stopped. By the hair Carter forced her back on her feet, making sure to hold onto her so she would have support. His cock stayed in her until he pulled his hip back.

Carter then spun her around and his lips claimed her mouth quickly. He wanted to taste her lips and look into her eyes as he fucked her now. He then lead her to the front of the couch, pushing her body into the back cushions. His left hand lifted her right leg to open her wide for himself; he let his left knee underneath her lifted leg. Carter positioned his other leg stretched and braced against the floor. Soon enough his cock would drive itself back inside of Elliot. His other hand grabbed the back of the couch pulling himself to drive himself deeper and deeper into his lover.

His cock drowned in pleasure as her lips brought him endless bliss. He moaned in ragged breaths and groaned as to how good she felt around his cock. He never spoke though only moaned until he leaned closer to her. "I bet you want to cum don't you Elliot. Come for me Elliot..." He spoke in a rough tone; commanding his sweet angel to have release. His hips were like a machine never letting up as he drove himself fast into her wanton pussy. He felt every ripple of her insides and his faded green eyes only stared into hers.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Hearing those words pour from his lips, the affirmation that he considered her a possession...it was invigorating. Elliot knew that such an arrangement between consenting individuals often removed the barrier of uncertainty between them. Carter wouldn't have to consider whether what he wanted to do to her physically was acceptable to her mentally. She gave him all of the control and she couldn't wait to experience what he did with it.

She could feel her vaginal walls eagerly grasping at his cock as it pounded into her - the sounds of their flesh smacking together filled the room, accompanied by their moans and the wet sound of his cock driving in and out of her soaking cunt. Elliot felt a slap on her ass and her muscles contracted tightly around his rod and she gave a small cry. Just as her body began to relax from the blow, one of his hands gripped her hair and pulled back. The woman gave a wordless exclamation as the pain of her scalp caused a wave of pleasure to wash through her - her nipples ached with their hardness as they were exposed to the cold air of the room, her breasts having lifted from the cushion when Carter pulled her back. He fucked her hard - hard enough to cause the couch to scrape across the floor with his powerful thrusts. Elliot's pussy began to grasp at his cock in small spasms - she was close to getting off when Carter stopped.

He brought her to her feet and pulled out before turning her to face him. Elliot scarcely had time to admire his features before his mouth closed in on hers - she stared into his green eyes for a moment before being led to the front of the couch.

Her lover positioned her wide-open, seated on the cushions. The way he placed himself - he pinned her to the couch, he even used the piece of furniture for leverage to fuck her harder. As he drove himself between Elliot's thighs, the girl vocalized her pleasure loudly. "Carter, you get so deep..." she whimpered. "I'm -- I can't..." She was so close.

Carter had mercy on her. His words gave her exactly what she had been seeking - his permission to get off. Her body shuddered violently and her cunt grasped tightly around the man's cock. She closed her eyes briefly. "Carter!" She opened her eyes and stared into his. "Oooh, fuck! I need your cum - fill me with your seed, Carter!"

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter had held onto control for most of this but with this new position Elliot was in all he wanted to was cum deep inside of her. His hips thrust over and over again as he could not see Elliot experience all he was giving her. It was art in motion watching her body move; to see her breast move in response. Her words drove him to his edge he couldn't hold back anymore. He would give her what she wanted. It pleased him to no end to feel her body shudder against as the beginnings of her orgasm began to rack through her body.

Her convulsions only lead to his as he felt his legs tense up and the muscles in his groin followed suit. Carter thrust put him as deep as he could go and he pressed himself firmly against her body. "Ohhh, ohhhh fuck....Elliot!!" His the hilt of his cock met her swollen lips, Carter came harder then he ever had before. She could feel herself be filled with his warm cum and as his hips shuddered, Elliot could feel his seed overflow out of her. It was soon replaced as his seed filled her womb.

Carter's breath were the only sound of him as he loomed over his lover. He could not resist the urge he felt to lean down slowly and plant a kiss upon her lips. Just to enjoy the feeling of being inside her...just to enjoy this moment with her. To enjoy with someone else; even if it was for a moment he knew he wasn't going to be alone tonight. Looking down at her he could relate to the after shock of the orgasm that went through his body.

They were a sight to behold the two of them. Two blood drenched creatures covered in each other juices. For Carter...it was quite a turn on. As they shared this kiss the aftermath of the animals in both of them were still there. His hand reached down to hold the back of her neck; his thumb giving a caress of her cheek. He pondered whether or not he wanted to untie her. After a moments though he slowly reached behind her and undid the bindings of her hand.

"Elliot...you are....incredible..." He spoke as he took in quick breaths. His eyes still held the look of a predator; the smell of blood and lust in the air kept him on edge. Not to mention her warm cunt making every movement against his cock all the sweeter. She was amazing this woman; he never felt so in tune with another creature. How could it get any better than this he wondered...but with what he knew of Elliot, the best was yet to come.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

As Carter called out, Elliot felt the warmth of his seed shooting into her - she tensed and threw her head back as she gave a passionate howl. Behind her back, her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging in to her own flesh hard enough to make her bleed. Their juices overflowed her opening, she knew: she could feel the excess dripping down her thighs. Carter continued to push into her hard as he unloaded himself inside of her.

Elliot's chest heaved with her shallow breaths in the aftermath of their bliss. Her mind was clear - it was the closest thing to Zen the woman ever experienced in her life. After a few moments of a perfectly quiet existence, her violet eyes suddenly came into focus and she looked at Carter. A small smile came to her lips as he leaned in to give her a kiss.

It wasn't long before the man was releasing Elliot from her bindings. The woman didn't need to rub at her wrists to regain feeling, as a mortal might. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Carter's shoulders as he spoke. Sweet nothings, she reminded herself sternly. Her hands reached up into his hair, pulling his face to hers for another kiss. She slipped her tongue past his lips and refused to release him for a full minute.

"Thank you. But I'd argue that you get to take all the credit for that last engagement," she spoke with a grin. "All I did was have food ready...you're the one who got all excited." she teased.

A hand trailed down the back of Carter's head, down to his neck. Her nails lightly dragged across his flesh as she drew her hand towards his shoulder. Once there, she splayed out her fingers and grabbed him with a firm grip - she pulled him forward for another kiss.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter did not expect her to react so quickly when he undid her bindings. It did not take much persuasion as their lips met and tongues twirled around one another. She had such a fire about her; Carter knew no woman he ever had left him wanting more...not like this. For that full minute the world could have been shaking to nothing; the building could have been collapsing. Explosions could be ripping through the world. He would have cared if the world was ending in that moment. The thought just made him hold her that much tighter.

Oh how she teased him, how was he to help getting excited. "To see you in that robe, you legs basking in the moonlight. Your breast pushing out of the fabric...to watch you cover yourself in blood. It was hard enough not to take you then and there." Feeling the caress of her hands move down neck was more comforting then she would ever know. As she forced him down for another kiss he held onto as he moved them.

He leaned back into the arm rest of the couch, letting the full weight of her body lay on top of him. As they moved his cock slowly moved it way out of her; it planted itself between her ass cheeks. He was still hard and his member pulsed against her flesh. As they kissed this time his lips grew far more tender and he held her close against his body. One hand above her ass and the other at the small of her back.

Even now he could still taste from time to time blood of the victim they hand. Carter never shared such a peaceful moment like this before. It truly felt like nothing in the world except for this mattered. There were doubts in his mind of course; he barely knew this woman. For all he knew she could be linked to one of the number of clan's, gangs or cults in the city. For all he knew she was the death of him waiting to happen...but at least not for tonight.

As they slowly broke the kiss, he spoke as the haze of the predator fazed out. "I'm not even sure where that came from, it just popped up in my head. Never actually put that in motion before...I could get used to tying you up more often." He said as a slight tease and his teeth caught onto her bottom lip for just a moment before letting go. ""You bring out the beast in me...no doubt about that." One of his free hands slowly made its way over her ass cheek as he gently massaged the flesh. Carter would not deny that he enjoyed cupping the soft flesh in his hand. To hold all of her naked glory against his body, he couldn't complain.

"I imagine a shower might be in order...another shower I should say." He said with a legitimate laugh as he looked up into her violet eyes.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot didn't resist being lifted and moved - she continued to kiss Carter for what amounted to a short ride that ended with her on top. Her body was free of tension and it felt as if she was sinking into Carter from her new position. Her flesh pressed against his, the feel of his body as she laid on him limply. It just...felt right.

They continued to kiss and Elliot briefly reflected on placement of the man's hands and their effect on her. They way he held her - she felt comforted rather than restricted. It was a huge difference from her last lover, forever ago... What has it been, nearly seventy years? Eighty? I honestly can't even remember anymore.

Their kiss dissolved and Carter spoke. Elliot gave a short moan as the man bit her lower lip - when he released it, she allowed him to finish speaking before responding. "For that I am glad," she said, flashing a playful grin. She felt his hand trail to her ass cheek and continued, "I can only hope that I can continue to inspire your primal instincts." She forced her tone to sound casually hopeful.

Carter recommended that they shower. She returned his gaze and spoke, "Sounds like a reasonable plan...in a couple minutes." Elliot laid her head on his shoulder, basking in the scent of their love-making. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying the feel of their entanglement.

A few minutes later, the woman abruptly raised herself from her position on top of Carter. "Okay. A shower then?" she asked, holding out her hands to help the man to his feet.

She would lead him down a hallway, to the second door on the right.

A flick of Elliot's wrist would strike the light switch, causing a sudden burst of soft light to fill the room. The bathroom wasn't anything particularly spectacular - it was room longer than it was wide, with all the usual bathroom amenities. The shower was built into the end of the room, made of tile and glass. The door of the shower appeared to have fresh towels hanging on the bar. The room had a black and white color motif with brushed nickel everything.

The woman opened the glass door to the shower and leaned in to turn on the water. She waited a few moments to allow the stream the reach the desired temperature. Elliot glanced back at Carter with a brief smile before stepping past the threshold.

She placed herself under the water, watching as the pure substance was tainted by contact with her body, turning crimson during its travels to the drain. Elliot thought of that briefly - there was a tragic poem in there, somewhere. Her eyes lifted when Carter entered the shower and she pushed the thoughts of self-loathing elsewhere.

 

[Lazorrath]

He liked the idea of getting cleaned off, in case anyone came to the door. Being covered in blood was a tough thing to explain. As he was about to get up she then mentioned in a couple of minutes. With a soft nod he stayed where he was and adjusted himself only slightly. And there was silence for those minutes it was silence as he held onto Elliot. Carter closed his eyes for a moment, he didn't feel a need for words. Her body language told him what he needed to know; as she closed her eyes laid herself upon him. It was peaceful...of all the terrible moments in his life there were only moments of peace...and the moments that his mind forced into him when he lost touch. This one he would not forget.

At the sudden urgency in Elliot's body he did not resist the urge as he grabbed her hand to be lead to her bathroom. The lack of furniture or features honestly made him feel a little at home. His places were the same, quite barren random art from website he would buy from time to time. However it did not miss his eyes when he saw pieces that might potentially be her work. For now though he followed in quiet enchantment as he lead her further into her place. It still shocked him that he let her in here like this. He knew how ones den was a mean for their survival and protection. Carter knew that better then most.

There was no judgement in his eyes as he looked around the room. This placed served it purpose well and it would serve the two of them well. Watching as she entered the water; he watched as the blood of their victim washed over her body. Crimson pouring down her breast, a thick drip of water falling from her nipple. He could not help but get hard for her again; he could control his blood and tell it to stop if he willed it. But a part of him wanted her to know his attraction to her. Carter wanted her to know how her body made him lust for her.

Watching the blood pool at the bottom of the shower briefly brought memories of its own. It brought about memory of rainy nights dragging corpses somewhere to be taken care of. Memories of trash compactors, furnaces...it was memories he did not need. However the shower and the steam made his eyes twitch for a moment. He felt lightheaded as he tried to open his eyes. The room didn't change everything seemed to stay the same. Carter didn't need this right now. The last thing he needed to become was nut bag in front of Elliot.

Even though he felt out of his element for a moment he forced himself to move forward. He latched onto the glass door as he entered. Once inside he looked to where Elliot was and for a moment she wasn't there. His senses became disoriented for a moment; he closed his eyes again focusing. You are on the third floor of an apartment, the year is 2012, there is a beautiful woman in this shower with you...her name is Elliot. As he opened his eyes back up she was there again. It was moments like that, made him question if anything in this life was real.

Carter regained himself and he tried to smile. "You were right...you do look amazing in red. Nothing wrong with milky white skin though." Speaking as the droplets of water bounced off Elliot's body and began to undo the mess the two of them made. He was a little timid in this moment; he stood in the showering letting Elliot keep most of the water. It was her shower after all. He kept a small amount of distance between them...though as he watched her bathed he felt the urge to close it quickly. He distracted himself with conversation.

"I like your place; the pieces in your living room any of them yours?" As it became difficult not to stare at her. Her smile, her eyes...with vampire rooms having only basic essentials what reason was there not to stare at the most beautiful creatures in the room. She seemed to speak her mind and if it bothered her he would oblige.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Despite the warm water falling on her pale skin, the woman felt cold. It was the chill of death; something she still wasn't completely used to. It was surprising how often Elliot would find herself distracted by an activity only to suddenly think, I'm not alive. One might argue with her that, if she were not what she was, she would truly be dead - a corpse buried six feet under and forgotten.

...She had to tell herself so much. It was too painful to consider if she might've married, had children. Her family would've remembered her, right? If she weren't this? Elliot had to shake those thoughts out of her head before she started to travel down the spiral of memories associated with her first several months of being a vampire. Suffice it to say that she had been stalked by the creature of the night, taken and turned, and when Elliot managed to escape...her own family tried to murder her. They screamed when they saw her, swore at her as if she had killed Elliot - because this...this wasn't their daughter, their sister, their aunt. No. This was an abomination.

As if she hadn't lived the nightmare countless times already. Carter's words brought her out of her thoughts - she shifted her gaze to him and smiled when she noticed that he was still erect. If nothing else, the ruiner of her life had certainly chosen the right time to take her; people generally agreed that Elliot was quite beautiful. She hadn't realized it in life and now she couldn't appreciate it in a mirror.

"Thank you," she responded to the compliments. "All but one of them is mine. And those that were by my hand - well, they are forever leaving me for galleries and private collections. But in their defense, there is a huge danger of me breaking and/or burning them if they stay around. My art and I hate each other, at the core." She paused shortly. She knew it was nothing more than saying Oh by the way, I have issues. I'm self-loathing and I personify my works of art to give myself a physical representation to destroy. She cleared her throat and hoped Carter wouldn't dig too deeply into those particular words...she didn't want him to think less of her.

She forced a smile and took a step towards the man, wrapping her arms under his. She gave him a kiss while her movements caused him to spin, leaving him on the side of the water. Elliot backed off and grabbed for a bottle of liquid soap. She popped it open and the shower suddenly smelled of a light woodsy scent. "Would you hand me that?" she asked, indicating a puff of material hanging on the temperature control. "I'll wash you, assuming you're not bothered by lady soap." She grinned.