Toreador

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"You are feeling your first hunger pangs since your embrace, my dear Serina, thats all... And that is why I have brought you here, to this club, so that you may find nurishment for your hunger... This... This will not be easy for you, but you must do as I instruct... Or the hunger, which we call the beast, will only become worse, and, eventually, if you do not feed it, it will take over... And if you do not keep the beast satiated, it will MAKE you feed it, which, I assure you, you do not wish to do..." Trent was being calm, as he stroked his fingers through Serina's hair gently.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She closed her eyes at the thought of feeding and began to tremble.

"What if...if I can't bring myself to do it? What will happen?" Her words were a mere whisper.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Most likely, nothing, not for awhile, but the hunger will only grow and grow inside of you, until, like I said before, the beast takes command of you..." Trent drew Serina against him, whispering into her ear as he embraced her. "Put away your fears, my sweet Serina, give yourself to the hunger inside of you before it takes hold of you by force... Consider it an act of... Passion... I will be there with you, I will watch over you, and if need be, the one you chose, no one will be hurt, no one will suffer, if that is what you fear..."

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She nodded as his words calmed her, his protective arms for the moment shielding her from unpleasantness. She felt safe, secure and loved as never before. She looked up at him and smiled.

"All right. I'll try to be a good student. I just hope I don't try your patience too much."

She glanced toward Rene, questions billowing up within her.

"Trent, tell me about Rene. What is his role in all this? He...he makes me uncomfortable, looks at me...I don't know...in an odd way, almost hungrily, as if longing to be me."

She felt embarrassed as she remembered the passion with which Rene spoke about her new status, the look in his eyes.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Oh come now Serina, my patience is nearly as endless as my body, as your own... Now..." Trent held her in his arms for a moment longer. "Rene'? He is a ghoul... A mortal who has embibed some Kindred blood. It has become something of an addiction for him really, but he is easilly controled because of it... You see, if anyone drinks of a Kindred's blood three times over so many days, they become... Bound to that Kindred... And if they keep drinking after that, it only reinforces the bond... And as far as how he looks at you, I can take care of that for you if you wish... He simply longs to become Kindred just like you, because of the powers inherent to it... But for now, he serves my needs best, walking in the day light..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Rene had listened to all of this....His master having neglected to turn off his end of the messager....he was taking long, steadying breaths...He had waited for so long, been so Faithful, and now he is simply passed over? he said nothing..not yet. He might just be distracted...not thinking of all of the work he had done for him.....He pulled up*

We have arrived Sir.

*Xiao Xiao. The latest Blip of nightlife in this no where town. The Front entrance had a Neon Sign, The Name of the club in a curvy sort of writing...A Brujah Ghoul stood at the entrance....and a long line, stretching round the block led up to the entrance, some people, teenagers, a few goths, looking at the Limo with intrest....Inside was a fully stocked, long bar, A Very very beautiful Ravnos tended bar, Who went by the name of Evana, in assorted areas of the Club, Stood Burly, Dark, Brooding sorts who seem to be the bouncers, THere is one main dancing area, lit up with colorful lights and a smoke machine or two, The Music blaring over loud speakers and generally adding to the smokey, partylike din...This is just what they can see from the outside, though there is obviously more once they make their way inside..*

 

[Guest]

Trent:

Opening his door as they pulled up to the club, Trent stepped out, bent down and offered Serina his hand to help her out. Looking over his shoulder to the brujah bouncer, Trent smirked. The man wore a chain peirced through his eyebrow, and again through his lip. Shaking his head, Trent breathed. "Don't let THAT bother you my dear, childish posturing I should think... I'll have us right in..." And with that, he strode directly up to the bouncer holding the line, exchaning words with him for but a minute, then he turned his head, waving Serina over as he did.

A goth girl growled sexilly at Serina as she walked past, Trent smiled at the young girl and took Serina in arm, walking in. Taking Serina with him directly to the bar, Trent leaned forward, catching the Bar Tenders ear. "Evana, dear, reserve us a mark or two would you? Oh, and a single room for an hour once we have found them..."

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She listened with interest as Trent explained Rene's status. She did not yet understand the yearning that Rene' felt to be what Trent had turned her into.

As they arrived at the club, she recoiled at the throng of people, yet realized an attraction to them she could not identify. As Trent began to hand her out of the limo, she felt many pairs of eyes boring into her. She turned her icy gaze to the line of people waiting to gain entrance, many averting their eyes as she scanned the crowd. She thrilled at the power flowing through her, wondering at its limits.

She began relaxing as Trent steered her into the club, the sights and sounds and curiously enticing smells assailing her senses. She enjoyed the scrutiny of the men and women around her, taking in her contours in the revealing clothing she was wearing. She looked good and knew it, wondering if this would aid in attracting her prey.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Watching Serina as she grew acustom to the attention she was gathering to herself, merely by being in the room, Trent smiled. "Now, my sweet, pick someone that you would like to meet..." He whispered in her ear.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She looked up at him questioningly.

"You mean...somebody to seduce and then..."

She blanched for a moment, her already pale skin graying slightly.

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"...and then to feed on?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Yes, my dear, that is why we are here... This is something you must grow acustom to... Or the Beast will end up controling you..." Trent said calmly. "No harm will come to anyone tonight Serina... Please, trust me in that..." Trent spotted the young goth girl that had growled at Serina and smiled. "There is one that you could have rather easilly, she's already attracted to you after all..." He whispered as he nodded toward the girl.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She looked at the girl uneasily, her apprehension growing. But her hunger was also growing and she knew she needed to learn new skills in order to care for that hunger.

She looked up at Trent again, putting her hand around his neck, pulling him in a sensual embrace. She whispered into his ear.

"I've never been with a woman before and am not quite sure how to entice one to me."

She nuzzled his neck, her body responding to the close contact with him.

"Trent, I'm so hungry."

She pulled away, gazing into his eyes, her nipples poking through the thin fabric, her ample breasts barely covered by the clothing. She turned her head toward the girl, licking her lips in anticipation.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Dear Serina... For one such as her, it is barely a challenge. She's already drawn to you as it is, just flash her a smile, give her a passing look... She will be yours then... I know... I know your hunger... But do not give into it, you must always stay its master..." Trent said calmly as he set Serina out to arms length, turning her to face the girl fully.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She approached the girl, taking a seat at the bar beside her. She relaxed as the girl turned toward her, eyeing her body, a low growl coming from her throat.

Serina lifted her hand to the girl's face, drawing a line down her jawline as she spoke, thrilling to the warmth of the skin on her cold finger.

"Hi there. My name's Serina. Can I buy you a drink?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Evana laughed, A high, musical sort, she grinned in that tricksterish way*

Sure thing Guv'.

*She smoothly spoke in her somewhat british accent*

Wotch it tho'. Mr.High 'n Mighty Prince is schedualed to come in latah. So keep it quiet.

*she roguishly winked, and was called away to take care of an order...*


ooc: Want me to handle the Goth?

 

[Ravenloft]

Elspeth:

At first, the girl Serina had approached turned to her with a sly, cat like smile, but the moment Serina ran her finger tips along her jaw line, the young woman was completely disarmed, her head tilted toward Serina's hand, and her black, glossy lips parted in an inaudable sigh. She lowered her eyes for a moment, then lifted them shyly. "Hi... Hi, my name's Elspeth, well, not really, but thats what... What I like to be called... And yes, a drink would be nice..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"The prince... Damn... Of all nights to make an appearance..." Trent hissed in annoyance. The prince didn't like the Kindred in his city becoming too well known... But, honestly, Trent saw no harm in it... In any case, Trent was not looking forward to the prince's appearance, not at all.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She watched the reaction of the young woman, taking pleasure in the adoration beginning to surface in her eyes.

"All right...Elspeth...that is what I shall call you. What will you have? I favor red wine myself, the darker, the better."

She ran her hand down the girl's shoulder, tracing her arm down to her hand, turning to get the bartender's attention.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Evana Chuckled*

Yer not the firs' to have said that. But 'ey. Not mah place ya know? Im lucky to even be allowed here..

*She snorted*

He's no' a big fan of me an' mine I'll tell ya...

 

[Ravenloft]

Elspeth:


"Yes, red wine, as red as blood..." Elspeth sighed as she licked her lips, feeling the slightest tremor of excitement rush through her at Serina's touch. Elspeth's cheeks reddened as she drew a shaky breath and bit her lower lip shyly while looking at Serina.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Absently looking in Serina's direction as Evana spoke to see how she was fairing with her mark, he smiled. "Perhaps we will be able to slip out before the prince even arives." He thought idley, then turned fully back toward Evana. She'd just come back his way from serving a few drinks, chief among them, the wine ment for the goth girl. "Yes, that IS something I have always been curious about, how IS it that the Prince tollerates your presence here, seemingly more readilly than my own? Not that I am jealous, mind you, but..." Trent asked as he leaned over the bar top.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*she laughs*

Now now trent luv'...Cant give away all my secrets...A bit o' blood here..a few hundred Large there, and He manages to like us a bit more.

*She winks Roguishly*

the Greased Palm Makes for better relations ya know.

*She chuckled a little, Running a smooth hand through her hair*

The rest o' the kindred here seem to be convinced they cen' beat me at card's. hah! Right. I'd like to see the one who could.

*She grinned Impishly*

Not much on the menu fer ya tonigh'. Byron's hoggin the spotlight with most of the usuals.

*Byron was an Elegant Ventrue who looked horribly out of place here, but still attracted attention like honey does flies..*

Yeh migh' have some luck wit' the ravers'. But I keep from 'em mysel.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Ravers? Pah! I'd sooner chose a pig... These... Ravers... Riddled with disease... If it comes to it, I do still have Rene..." Trent sighed. "This is Serina's night after all... I will look around though, just let me know when the prince arives if you would be so kind... Perhaps I can evade him for the night... No doubt he would have a word or two for me about my lady fair over there... And I really do not care to discuss THAT with his 'lordship', not here..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

An not now'. Roger tren'. I'll keep an eye on yer childer, I'll whistle when We've spotted him. Yeh can use the back exit.

*She winked and waved, going back to bartending....Just then a Smoothly Dressed Man, in an impeccable Armani suit walks up, smiling in a sadisticly evil way*

Mr.Norrez! How good it is to see you.

*Giacammo Giovanni. Businessman and blood banker supreme. Head of the local Gio Clan and not a man to be trifled with*

I'd heard you've gained a new...aquisition...Where is the dulcid darling?

*he is peering about suspiciously...Giacammo was someone who was always scouting new blood..for one nefarious pourpose or another..*

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Stopping as Giacammo blocked his path, Trent's brow tightened in annoyance. "That makes one of us..." He muttered under his breath as he turned his head, as to not catch Gia's gaze. Suddenly glaring at him in a flash of anger, Trent spat. "And what concern is it of yours if I have?" Then he turned his head away, trying his best not to look back toward Serina as he knew Giacammo would notice, and would know her to be Trent's "dulcid darling."