[Open] Buying, biting, fighting

[susan]

N.e.m.u.i./S/i/l/v/e/r/n/i/g/h/t

The sun had set many hours ago leaving the narrow streets of China Town nearly deserted. All but a few hopeful, but stupid vendors staied out hoping to catch the attention of a few wondering couples that wondered about looking at the houses at night. But humans where not the only thing wondering the night, werewolves, vampires and other unknown creatures walked midnight shadows. Their yellow eyes flickering like candles in the darkness, hunger alighting them.

What dumb animals Nemui thought to herself as her silver eyes moved over the streets. She knew her power pulsed in the air. She was old, older then most vampires whom walked the earth. She smiled and stepped off the narrow sidewalked and began walking over to the frist vendor she saw. She narrowed her eyes on his cart and began sizing up the idams. The man jumped back some as Nemui melted from the shadows. But he quickly recovered and straightened his outfit. Welcome, what would you like? The man asked, his brown, slanted eyes peering up at her.

I would love that snake neacklace. Silver correct? The woman asked, her slim hand reached down and picked up the necklace, two snakes wound around eachother as if they where mating, but their maws had closed around each other's necks. One snakes eyes where pure jade green. The second one's eyes where blood red. Good and evil, unjust and justful. Nemui stoked the red eyed snake. For a moment before lifing her her pure silver eyes to meet the vendor's. Making sure they glowed unnaturally in the darkness. She heard him murmer a prayer under his breath.

Lovely chooice my dear, 10 bucks please. The man said, bring a brown cloth out of his back pocket and began padding the sweat off his brow even though it was chilly out. The vampiress smiled and didn't bother paying the man, before she turned and walked back into the shadows. She heard him blubber but he soon fell silent he knew what she was and wasn't going to chase her into her own kingdome. She didn't bother looking back as she moved down the sidewalk further looking for dinner tonight. After a few minuets of leaving the vedor she came upon a young couple their faces flushed with the coldness outside and their cheeks where flushed also with blood.

Nemui stopped and tracked the two before stepping out before them. Hello, I'm lost. Where am I? She whispered making her soft voice sound scared and unsure. The man and woman looked at her, sympathy filling their dumb human eyes.

"Your in China Town Miss." The man said softly, as he came forward. A mistake on his part. Nemui moved quickly, her hand going for and mans throat, her other hand going for the woman's throat. She twisted her body so she flipped the woman over her hip and made her crack her head. She then she brought the man under her chest. Then sunk her fangs into his neck. The man quickly feel in abliss. She smiled inwardly as she sunk deeper into her own abliss...

[Vincent]

Vincent yawns as he stretches, strolling down the dark streets, wandering aimlessly through the streets. He had already finished up his shows for the night, haivng only had one for once, and was taking the rest of the night to himself. The air was slightly chilly, and with most of his body exposed, people started to look at him like he was crazy. The leather outfit he wore covered his upper chest, his legs and from his palms to his elbows, leaving the rest of his smooth, muscular and toned body free for all to see, earning him approving stares from the ladys, and dissaproving glares from the men, of course. For once couldn't he have a normal night? Of course not, no fun that way! He twists and turns through the streets, before finding himself at the entrance to china town.

"China town huh?" he asks out loud, addressing no one, his deep voice dissappearing into the darknees, "Well, maybe I can find some entertainment here then." he says with a smile, his brilliant crimson eyes lit with amusement as he wandered into the new area, his black hair swaying in the breeze. It had been awhile since he'd been to China, and he made a mental note to visit sometime soon. His knee high leather boots thumped along the pavement quietly, being amid the minority of sounds. His crimson eyes roved across the few vendors braving the night and the danger, getting him some signs against evil, and a few muttered prayers. Religious people often that he was the child of demons with his temperament and eyes, but what could he say, tha's just how they were, natural, no coloured contacts for him!

After walking for a few mintues, he notices a couple walking along, flushed with the cold, stopped by another, solitary figure. His keen ears caught their words, and he wasn't suprised in the least, as the woman died, and the man sunk into a bliss, his lifeblood being quickly drained. He smiles lightly, knowing that at one time, back when he was a knight in service to a lord, the senseless killing would have bothered him, but he'd been a little warped by his time on the earth. He walks towards the vampiress and the victim, his arms swaying, assuming an unthreatening posture as he moved. "Evening vampiress. You might consider something a little less open next time. Even some mortals can have to courage to stand up for someone other than themselves." he says with a shrug, leaning against a building, crossing his arms as his crimson eyes moved over her body. She was good looking, but he wouldn't let that draw him in, not this time. Women were his biggest weakness, but vampiresses were another matter. They could defend themselves better than a human, and had an easier time lying to him. If she was younger, then there would be no problems, but if she was older, he'd plan on keeping his guard up, just in case. "My name's Vincent. You?"

[thegrim917]

Shawn ran down the streets, picking his way through the crowd, moving quickly. He looked over his shoulders, a wide grin on his face. He clutched several small Cd's and DVDs in his hand, not even sure what they were except fifteen dollars apiece. He stopped for a second, looking around him as he walked into the darkness of a nearby alley. He quickly threw on a bright red shirt over his black t-shirt and put on a pair DC shoes over his bare feet. He took a glance at the Cd's and DVDs. They were just burnt disks and bootlegs, not that he really cared what they were in the first place. The thrill of the chase was enough of a reward to him. He slung the large back off his shoulder and slid the stolen merchandise into one of the side pockets. Looking at all the crap he had gotten, mostly trinkets, purses, and stuff like that, he felt he had done his part for the degradation of authority. Around ten vendors ripped off in plain sight of police and there was no justice brought down, not that they didn't try. Shawn clambered onto a window ledge and jumped off, grabbing the bottom of a fire escape. He made his way up casually, pulling out a coke that had stayed cold from the weather.

He sipped lightly as he made his way to the roof of the building, sitting down on the edge and looking down onto the street. He pulled his hood up over his head as he took a sip. He heard noises below him, but couldn't make out anything with the wind and mixture of sounds coming into his ears. He finished, noticing some of the sweet liquid dripping off the sides. He yawned as he threw the can across the roof and reached into his bag for a notebook. He looked at some of the pages which were scribbled with research, all of it folklore. He took out a pencil, putting the end in his mouth as he looked down into the darkness.

'What has it been? At least a few months and still nothing...' He thought, reaching down to his silver cross necklace. The necklace felt icy to the touch and it relaxed him a bit. His mind went back to his brother, but he tried to push the thought out of his head and went back to analyzing the research.

[susan]

C'mon bad boy, play with me

Nemui lifted her lips from the man's neck slowly, her pink tongue flicking out quickly riding of the blood from her fangs and lips. She turned around slowly, letting the limp man drop down to her feet like a rag-doll. She hadn't had time to kill the man, which irritated her. Her silvery eyelashes lowered as her pure silver eyes locked with the second vampire's red ones. A smile curved on her cherry colored lips. I'm known here,most people..leave...when I come to town. Her voice held an undercurrent of something else, power, and a silent warning she straightening her body, her black leather pants tighening around her long legs causing her well toned muscles to stand out against them.

Her long ebony hair rippled around her causing her beautiful face to stand out in the darkness, her silver eyes where hidden by her eyelashes making it nearly impossible for anyone to tell what she was thinking. Her fully, cherry colored lips had parted in a small smile causing the tips of her fangs to show, below her face was a long gracefull neck which led to, two slim shoulders, which sloped down and formed her well formed bosoms. Then her flat stoamch appeared, a jade belly ring glimmered in a pale shaft of moonlight.

Tonight Nemui had chosen to wear a skimpy outfit tonight, tight leather pants [which was mentioned above] and a very skimpy tight leather halter top, reviling her flat stomach and slim shoulders and hips. Under her leather pants where some leather boots with steel toes, on each side of her boots where tiny pockets where she held some small weapons to get herself out of handcuffs or anything else that could be used to subdue her.

She skimmed her eyes from the bottom of Vincent's boots over his naked chest and finally to his glowing red eyes. Hmm. Hansome.. She thought to herself as she leaned most of her weight back on her left heel. Vincent, hmm? She purred her voice sliding throught he air seductively, I'm Nemui Silvernight. She said again her voice sounding like to small blue bells blowing in the wind. Unlike most vampiress and vampires she wasn't afride to give out her real name, no, she enjoyed spreading her name and giving fear into everyone's hearts.

A cool late-summer wind blew through the street both vampires where standing on. With it traded scents with them, letting them scent each-other their powers and an estimate on how old they where. Nemui tipped and eyebrow some, Hmm, 450..Maybe. She thought her eyes narrowing some under her eyelashes, she was a few years older then him, if she thought his age was correct.

The wind also brought the scent of a human Nemui flared her nose, so close.. She frowned inwardly, and merely shrugged it off. This is where humans lives. You can natrually guess that a human is going to be near by.[/color]

[Vincent]

Vincent turns his head, her scent drifting across his senses, his crimson eyes roving over the bildings. A new human scent wafted across the air, and it bothered him, he didn't like people nosing about, observing him but unobserved. He turns his eyes back to her, smiling. "Nemui..." he muses with a smile, "A fittingly beautiful name, suiting to your gorgeous physique." he says with a smile, winking at her. "Sorry for interrupting your feeding, perhaps if you feel so inclined to spend an evening with me, and I take a liking to you, then perhaps I might be willing to offer you some of mine. I think you;ll find it..tastier than most vampires', as taste comes with age." he says with a smile. He didn't quite mind sharing his age, it dettered would be attackers. "Eight hundred is a fine aging I think." he says with another smile at her, pushing off of the wall, uncrossing his arms, dropping them to his sides. He could tell she was powerful, but her age didn't bother him, he had no intentions of harming her, so he wasn't concerned with it.

"Perhaps you'd care to head somewhere a little less open? I don't care much for quiet places too often, least of all in the open. I don't care much for humans I can smell, but can't see." he finishes queitly, knowing perfectly well she'd hear him, but not wanting to tip off any humans that might be listening in. He did have a bad tendency for making plenty of enemies. "Was there somewhere in particular you'd care to venture? Or would you find my company rather distasteful to you? I must say, I would pale in comparison to your beauty in any eyes." he says with another smile, the compliments falling from his lips easily, an old habit. He meant it of course, she'd easily attract all the attention should they venture into a room together, and he didn't mind. He never cared much for attention really, just using the control he could exert over his pheromones to pump the small crowds he played to up.

"Perhaps I can treat you to dinner?" he asks with a smile at her, holding out his hand to her in a gentlemanly gesture. "I dare say, your radiant company would be most appreciated this fine evening. Perhaps we might yet find we have common ground with which a realtionship to build off, as friends, or perhaps something more, fates permitting of course." he says with a smile. He'd be fine being just a friend with her of course, but if she wanted something a little more friendly, he'd be willing to oblige her of course. He wasn't expecting a lasting relationship however, so he didn't expect either of them to get attached to each other. But two vampires keeping company wasn't unheard of, and he couldn't deny that she was beautiful indeed. "If you wish however, I shall be on my way." he tacks on with another smile, waiting patiently for her answer, hand outstretched to her.

[susan]

Spank me Or Bite me

The female raised an delicate black eyebrow, she was impressed. She hadn't heard so many compliments tip from another male vampire's lips in a long while. As she turned his offer around in her head thinking of any ups and downs that could happen while she was with him. The beautiful vampiress lifted her hand and brought her long mane of hair over her shoulder. She chuckled softly and ran her eyes over him again, she could almost feel her mouth filling up with saliva. Who wouldn't want to spend a night and morning with a man dressed like that? She thought to herself. She pulled back the reigns on her lust. She hadn't been with someone in a long while and her hormones where running rampent, she had to think what he might to if she did fall into his lap. Nemui forced back a second chuckle, she was far older then him. "I concur with you, eight hundred is a lovely age. A thousend just adds some more flavor The woman said. As she shifted her weight to her other leg.

You are forgiven, sire. She whispered her voice sliding again through the darkness her voice rubbing up against his own power like a cat rubs up against his or hers owner's leg wanting to be pet. What was the harm of going out tonight? Nothing from what she could see from right now. She casted one last look in the general area where she smelled the human, another frown tugged at her cherry colored lips. She would keep her mind open and all the rest of her sences open making sure if the human was following them he wouldn't attack them with their attentions else wheres..

Hmm, it shouldn't hurt to have some fun tonight. She thought to herself and smiled seductivly at him, No I wouldn't mind spending the night and morning with you, sire. She said, her silvery eye lashes lifting so he could see into her eyes. She stepped closer to him, her hand sliding through the crook of his arm. She purpousely stepped closer to his side, so her hip brushed up against his. She turned her silver eyes up to his, and answered his other questions, her voice pitched low for his ears only, somewhere with very little humans near by. So we can ..talk.. privitely.. The ebony haired vampiress said.

[Vincent]

Vincent smiles as she moves to his side, smiling at her. "Well, private 'chats' have always been my favourite type." he says with a light chuckle, beginning to lead her down the street, his eyes roaming the roof-tops, catching breif site of what might have been the human they had detected, before they turned around the corner. "One thousand hmm? Nice, I love a woman that can kick my ass." he says with a smile at her, laughing. "If you don't mind, where were you born? I admit, I enjoy meeting new people, and I must admit, you had me at looks." he says with another smile and laugh, walking slowly with her. "And would you prefer an indoor or outdoor chat?" he asks with another smile, not really caring himself. "Oh, and don't call me 'sire,' it bothers me. Too stuffy, I've given up all those titles and such." he said with a shrug. He hated titles and courtly addressings, as it always seemed to stuck up and stuffy, he much preffered the informal and friendly relations that he might instead have.

He smiles at her as the breeze ruffles his black hair, the hue matching her own ebony tide. He slips his arm free of hers, choosing to wrap it around her waist instead, smiling at her, giving her a light wink. "Do forgive my forwardness of course, but I'm sure you don't mind." he says with a light life, the contact of their skin energizing him, and he couldn't deny that this night was already becoming on of his better ones. A gorgeous woman that he'd be spending some comfortable time with, unattached so he didn't have to worry about angry boyfriends, all in all, it was shaping up to be a good night. "So, Nemui, any prefferance on a location? We can eat before our 'chat' if you'd like, or continue along as is." he says with a smile at her, still leading her along the dark and silent streets, his senses tuned outward, but not actively searching for anything. Most of his attention was on her, as it was only polite afterall, and if she just happened to be perfectly proportioned and scantily clad, that was just a bonus.

He smiles at her again, his crimson eyes wandering across her face. "You know, you have beautiful eyes." he says with a smile, grinning widely. He couldn't help but want to compliment her. So far, she made up the perfect woman, and he wasn't about to let her slip away so easily. He wasn't looking for a long term relationship with her of course, but a relation ship, intimate or something else, would be fun, and he'd enjoying himself. "So, beautiful Nemui, tell me about yourself, or would you rather learn about me first?" he asks with a smile, wanting to keep her talking, her voice was enchanting of course, and her body close to his, well, it was hard for him to focus on something other than her. "The lead is yours, I'm much more the submissive type, really." he says with a smile. "I prefer to please others, ad I feel confident enough to say I'm very good at it." he says with another smile, laughing lightly.

[thegrim917]

After a few minutes, nothing came into his mind and he sighed. Shawn stood up, grabbing the backpack and slinging it over is right shoulder. He pulled his hood even tighter, the wind picking up and blowing the cold breeze right into his face. He walked slowly to the edge of the building that overlooked another, slightly smaller one. He calculated the jump and dove off onto the roof opposite, rolling to help soften the landing. A light umph! escaped his lips as he landed. He stood up, running this time. The next building was a little farther than the first and it would take a much better take-off. He sprung off, his backpack sliding of his shoulder and falling to the ground. He swore as he barely managed to clear the gap, his balance just perfect. He leaped to another building, this one a little closer to the ground, and slung himself down onto a small concrete roof over a door. He leaped down, messing up the footing, and landed with a thud on the sidewalk.

'Some dismount...' He thought, standing up and tasting blood warm in his mouth. "Bith my damn tongue." He said quietly, brushing himself off and walking toward the spot he thought his bag would have landed. He saw it had just landed a few feet away from two people, but he hesitated. Something was eerie about them, but he tried to shrug it off. He walked right by them, giving a muttered "Excuse me" as he picked up his bag. He noticed one of the Cd's must have slid out. He began to search for it, trying to hurry up.

[susan]

Kissing me Handsome, is a nice Thought

Nemui smirked as she tipped her head back to look at him, I'd love kicking your ass. She said, she wasn't making a threat she was just pointing out he had a nice ass. She was shocked when he asked her where she was from. I was born in Germany back in the mountains, far away from any human contact. My father was sire of all the vampires in Germany. She didn't bat an eye as she countinued. My mother was a whore, my birth father was her lover, she was cheating on my real father. When she became pregent with me, she ran to her lover. When my non-birth father went after her her lover killed him. A small chuckle came from her lips,and her power surged around them as she spoke the next words slowly, she was giving away something of her past she rarely did. They where brothers. But that was a long time ago, and now I'm the Siress of Germany. She smiled as he flirted with her, she couldn't help but to flirt back. And you had me at your eyes. She purred back her eyes glimmering in the dim moonlight. I'd prefer where you'd prefer to start Das Küssen von mir. She said in her natrual language, knowing full well he wouldn't know what she was saying.


When he asked her not to call him sire she spoke again in German, Would you rather me call you hübsch? She asked, her German accent caring a seductive note in her voice. She smiled, and slid her hand down around his waist, No I do not mind. She said, her eyes returning to the front of her, she then closed her eyes and let the cool midnight wind blow of her skin. Walking with a handsome man, the moon out, how could the night get any better. She snapped her eyes open suddenly, I'm thinking like a youngling just out of a coffin. And on her first date with another older vampire. She scowled at herself inwardly, she needed to be around male vampires more often, this vampire was doing strange things to her. She snapped back to reality as he asked her another question, We can feed if you wish and we can share hübsch Which was something she didn't do very often. Her eyes snapped to the outline of his face, Thank you. A blush rising to her cheeks unexpexedly, she forced it away.

How about you tell me about yourself first, and you ask questions in between. She was about to say something when a young teenager appeared infront of her. Her ears picked up the softly murmered "sorry" and her nose picked up the blood that was in her mouth. Unknowningly her fangs began to lengthen and stop just on her lower cherry colored lip and as she smiled they could be seen better. Her silver eyes began to spin into a darker color of silver then into black. Her silvery eyes lashes drifted down covering her eyes, causing crescent moon shadows to form on her cheeks. She was hungerier then she thought, a small feral growl slid from her lips, which formed into words, No problem, She whispered, her voice floating down to the teenager's ears. As she talked her hand tighened some on Vincent's waist, silently asking him a question. The moon had began to beat down on Nemui's head, making her raven black hair glow some, if the man at her feet looked up he might thinks she was a angle from hell.

[Vincent]

Vincent smiles at, winking playfully at her. "Well, that's certainly...unexpected. And my german's a little rusty," he says with another laugh. "But, if that means what I think it means..." he says with a smile at her, winking again, laughing to himself. He was fairly sure it was something to do with her, and kissing, he was sure, but perhaps he was translating it too literally. He holds her tighter against his side, gently kneading her skin playfully with his fingers. He smiles at her, deciding to take a chance and trust his translation, leaning in, kissing her lips softly, pulling away after a moment, smiling, "Just as delicious as you look, prächtig." he says with a smile. His german wasn't that bad, and the accent flowed from his lips flawlessly.

"As for myself? Not much to tell really, born eight hundred years ago, in a small European town, the son of a knight, raised to serve the lord as my father had, and his father before him. I was a natural at swordsmanship, rising to every expectation and surpassing it without fail, quickly becoming the lords best knight. When I was thirty five, I went off to fight for my lord, where I reunited with my brother. My parents had been killed some years before, my brother dissappeared. On that day, we fought, and I lost, and would have been left for dead. I found out that my brother slaughtered our family, and he was a vampire. I was turned, and left for dead, with no one to teach me, my very blood tainted by a blood traitor." he spat out venemously. The memories of his brother flaring an old anger in the core of his stomach that he hadn't felt in decades.

He turns his eyes away from her, staring at the moon above, "I had nothing left to me, I fled my country, travelling, trying to figure out what I was, and what could kill me. I fought my way through history, having nothing else that I was better at, killing to live, never dying, as much as I wished it. Now, I live alone really, playing music in underground circles, never going big, earning money to stay afloat and comfortable." he says with a shrug, turning to small at her brightly. "But hey, who wants to listen to my sob story huh? He he, I'm sure you don't care, besides, it doesn't matter anymore. I haven't seen my brother in years, so I've mostly forgotten everything." he says with a shrug. He caught the faint hints of blood, then a low murmuring, latching onto it immediately. A human, and the scent...it was the same as the one he'd smelled earlier.

He watched the man, his eyes being drawn to the vampiress at his side, her fangs becoming prominent. 'Hey, put those away, I don't want you to be too full to do anything later.' he sends with a light smile, winking at her, squeezing her against him lightly. 'Besides, would you rather have this humans blood, or mine, I can't deny, I wouldn't mind having you so close to me.' he sends with another wink. It wasn't that he cared about the human, he jsut didn't want to bother making another scene for police. He'd much rather just head off to grab something to eat with her, instead of waiting for her to fill up on human blood. Besides, he was sure his would taste much better, and be far more appealing to her tastes. Besides, he looked like a god of beauty embodied to most mortals, and she seemed to enjoy his company, let the human have his toys, and let the vampires play.

[thegrim917]

Shawn tried not to look up as he searched for the Cd, hoping he could hurry up and find it, the awkwardness killing him. He found it a few feet away, the moonlight giving just enough light for him to make out it was broken. He picked it up, examining the damage that had been done to it. It was beyond any kind of repair. He sighed as he slipped it into his bag, getting up and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. 'Is it me or does it seem colder down here...'He thought as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to get himself warm. He took one more glance at the two, giving a light smile. He turned around and walked back the way he had came, whistling softly.

He had noticed her teeth, but that wasn't what was bothering him. A kid in his high school was into gothic stuff like that and had a pair of fangs that looked incredibly realistic. Shawn was taken back by their appearance, sure, but they seemed to almost radiate something that made his stomach do a flip. He was about a block down when he turned into a alley and flipped open his notebook, jotting down a quick note. He let out his breath he had seemed to be holding and sat down, hands shaking a little bit. He didn't even know why he was frightened like this, but he trusted his instinct more than anything and knew something was wrong. "Jesus..." He said, rubbing the necklace, hoping it would give him some stability. He stood up, walking back the way he had came down earlier, taking his time and making sure his legs didn't go out completely beneath him.

He realized he had made yet another mistake as one of the shopkeepers pointed to him, talking very quickly to a officer. It was obviously one of the vendors he had ripped off earlier and he swore silently, he wasn't really in the mood for this right at the moment. He took off again, making sure not to go in the same direction of the people he had seen earlier.

[susan]

Do you like it Rough?

The ebony haired vampiress lips pulled up into a slight smile as his soft lips left hers. Her pink tongue unknowingly slipped out and she touched her lower and slightly more plumb lip. So you understand my German, hmm? She asked, her voice coming out again in a whispery sigh. Her lips pulled up slightly more as she thought to herself again, You don't taste too bad yourself. She shook her thick mane of hair causing some stray strands to drift back into their rightful place on her scalp. She dropped her eyes to the ground as she listened to him talk about his History. She began to feel her usually still heart to beat. Her ire began to rise in her chest, and began showing in her eyes. But also pride mingled in her silver eyes. You where lucky to live. She thought to herself, But vampires are always lucky to live we are fighters. She thought to herself again, her silver eyes drifting up, You are a fighter yet a lover. She said more to herself then to him in her soft whispery voice. The anger in her chest slowly subsided when he continued, she nodded her head approvingly to him before speaking again, I wish for you to sing to me, it would make this night more pleasurable. She said as she tipped her head back again so her lips where against his ear.

[This is the time she staring at the human]

Nemui felt the vampire next to herself, shift slightly as squeeze her side. Her felt her "soul" slam into her body bring her back into reality. She rolled back her lips slightly as the boy took off the down the street. She hissed and snapped her eyes on his neck, [Vincent's neck] bloodlust was riding on her hard. She normally had better control over blood-lust. She narrowed her eyes into his red ones and began pulling herself back together. She straightened some, forced herself to retract back into her swollen and achy gums. She murmured a slight curse in the back of her throat. She dropped her eyes from his red irises and moved them back down the street to the retreating teenager's back. She turned her silver eyes around her avoiding his gaze. She was older she need more control. She sniffed slightly in frustration. She blamed her bloodlust on the man beside her. Even though vampires where very sexy and attractive to others of both the same sex and the opposite sex, they where also attracted to others of the same species, which had brought the down-fall of many powerful vampires to younger ones. She was the few of her kind not to fall into such trap. But tonight she was on the borderline. She shut her eyes and pulled herself together, both mentally and physically.

In a second she had turned her body so her chest was up against his arm, she had kept their arms linked. And had turned just enough neither of them where hurt. Her lips where close to his ear, We better make faster time, I'm hungrier then I thought.. Her cool breath slid down his neck and into the cold night air.

[Vincent]

Vincent smiles at her as she presses herself to him, watching the teenager retreat as well, befure turning his eyes to her, sparkling playfully. He gives her a quick kiss, before leading her again, stepping faster than before, "If you wish it, it shall be so, mistress." he whispers with a smile, knowing she'd hear him anyway. He wasn't angry with her, just slightly amused. Most vampires would just reach out and pluck someone up and feed then and there, rather than wait to reach the privacy of a room. "Sing huh? Well, if you insist..." he says with a shrug, his mind turning over songs that she might like. "Hmm..." he muses over as they walk, cutting through a small park, taking a shortcut to his hotel room. She wanted privacy, and the hotel had a special room, just for him, though it cost him a pretty penny in rent for it. Sound proofed, no interruptions, he could do whatever he wanted, and no one would ever know.

He smiles lightly as he decides on a song, wishing he had his guitar with him, before clearing his throat, taking a stab at something he thought she might like. Besides, it'd be a hidden meaning in it anyways, well, part of it at least. "I've been so alone, for so long," he starts, his deep voice carrying in the darkness, the words rolling flawlessly from his lips, which in turn turned into a half smile. "Forgotten by the world, forgotten to myself." he turns his crimson eyes to here, winking lightly as he continued, "Your effervescent eyes have awakened me, and brushed the dust away, but I knew you'd never stay." he sings out, his voice never missing a beat, staying perfectly in tune. The song was "Waking up Beside You" by Stabbing Westward, and he was quite fond of it, and didn't mind singing it for an audience of one, especially when that one was a beautiful woman more than willing to accompany him!

[susan]

Lick me or Bite me

She couldn't help the smile that spread on her lips when she was kissed again. It slid away slowly and her eyes drifted shut as she listened to his Alto voice caress her body. She shifted her body some so her head could rest on his shoulder as they walked. As he continued to sing she unknowingly entered her soft, sexy voice. She didn't sing a long with him, she just added her own sound to the song. Making it sound more eerie. She slowly let her voice dwindle away when she realized she had been singing with him. She opened her eyes again, and peered up at him through the corner of her eyes. You have a wonderful singing voice, if you ever become a professional, send me a C.D. It would be lovely to listen to. She said, pulling her head away from his shoulder. She pulled her thought back into the present and looked up at the Hotel they had stopped at, the bright, but not flashy lights sizzled in the darkness. She skimmed the bill bored below it, before reading the name of the Hotel. S'tarll Hotel[/font] A single eyebrow rose to her hairline. Very interesting name, she wouldn't had thought Vincent would stay at such a feminine sounding Hotel. A smile threatened to over come her lips, she was betting this Hotel was old, even though it looked newly remodeled. She'd put money down that this place use to be a brothel. She did a mental shrug and shooed away the thought.

The doors before the vampire couple swished open and the smell of fake flower, perfume and male after-shave. Washed over her body, like a massive ocean wave washing over the sand. She forced herself not the still and send her scenes out through the building. She was sure that Vincent wouldn't have picked a Hotel if he thought it unsafe for him or any other “guests” he wanted to bring along. The soft hum of florescent lights tickled Nemui's ears, a tick formed in the side of her neck as once again she forced herself not to look up to be sure that no-one was point a weapon and or shooting something at her. As they continued to walk her eyes skimmed the Lounge Room, it was nice and decorative, welcoming but not overly so. Blue trimming wrapped itself around the top of the walls, bring out the whiteness of the wall. Whoever had decided what to paint this building had good taste, someone who knew the difference between mature and immature.

Paintings where hung selectively on the walls. Unlike most places Nemui had hung around at, their was no pictures of cowboys lounging around on barn doors, no horses tossing their heads. No urban pictures settled on the wall. Instead there was pictures of bird-eye views of city's and oceans. The the pictures of the cities didn't slam into your eyes with bright colors instead they where painted with dull colors that wanted you to stop and observe..

Nemui returned her eyes to the Clerk's desk and flicked her eyes back to Vincent, and raised her eyes in a way that said, “do we check in?” she slowed her walk as she waited for him to answer her. The Clerk himself leaned his hip against the counter, and began “talking” into it, while his brown eyes ran up and down her. As if deciding if the man next to her was of competition. She smiled inwardly, she liked men to check her out and fight over her. She wondered if something would happen like that tonight.[/size][/color]

[Vincent]

Vincent cocks his head to the side, glaring angrily at the light for a few moments. A daily ritual, well, nightly. He hated the humming and buzzing objects overheard, give him a candle or moonlit room any night. "No, I already have a room, so we just head up." he says, returning his eyes to her, a smile spreading lightly along his lips, noting the clerk. Bah, poor fool thought he had a chance, sucked to be him. He'd never be able to compete with Vincent, eight hundred years beneath his belt, and not all of it was just fighting! He knew more...subtle, ways to extract sounds from his chosen opponents, afterall. "And I don't plan on going pro, I prefer playing to small crowds, where and when I want, without being expected to pop out during the day to sign crap." he says with a shrug, leading her into the elevator, shooting the clerk a 'you lose' grin. He couldn't help himself, he was just that mean sometimes. He cracks his neck, his six foot two inch frame nearly reaching the top of the elevator, stepping out after they reached their floor for the night, perhaps the next day or so, should they get along better than they planned.

"Top floor, entirely rented to myself, I like my privacy, afterall." he says with a wink and a squeeze, he already felt more comfortable, like she was an old friend. He leads her down the hall, reaching beneath his tight leather upper covering, pulling out a small card key, and glancing at the number, leading her down the hall. He stops in front of the door, swiping the card, and leading her in. The room was actually a penthouse, on the top floor, with a large window looking out across the city, well, as much as could be seen anyway, damn buildings being taller. The first room they entered was a large lving room area, with a couch lower than the beginning floor, a large plasma t.v across from it. He then had a bathroom with a hot tub/ bath tub in the floor, and a large bedroom that he was especially fond of, very comfy bed. He strides forward, dropping over the back of the couch into the soft cushions, tilting his head back to look at her, "So, what's first? Blood and then a little relaxation? Or relaxation and entertainment first?" he asked with an innocent grin, not worried in the least about any type of 'entertainment' she might want. He was perfectly fine with anything really, as long as no other guys were involved anyway, he hated men with a passion sometimes.

He reaches to his left, popping open a small fridge and pulling out a can of pepsi, before looking at her quizically again, "Soda? Wine? Water? Beer or blood? You want it, I'll get it." he says with a laugh, smiling at her again, before popping the top on his soda, taking a long drink, shaking his head afterward, "Love that first taste burn!" he says happily. He grins at her again, patting the cushion beside him, "Care to join me gorgeous?" he asks with a smile. "I can put on a movie or a show if you want something to listen to while you feed." he says with a shrug, he usually had something going, mostly cause the silence bothered him at times, weighing on his patience as much as fishing, and he hated fishing, almost as much as he hated men. "If not, tell me what you want, and it shall be, my lovely mistress of the night." he says with another smile, winking at her before sinking into the cushions in relaxation, waiting for her move. The ball was in her court now, and he had only to wait.