[Open] Buying, biting, fighting

[susan]

Why not start Now?

The plush white carpet Nemui walked on muffled her footsteps as she entered the penthouse. She observed it through shuttered eyelashes. The room was of bachelor's taste, mini fridge, massive bay-windows, and a hot-tube. A single brow rose slightly as she inhaled the scent around her. Yes, was diffidently a bachelors' choice in room. The faint lingering of sex still hovered in the air, sweat and the acrid smell of drugs could be smelled. She knew that they didn't belong to Vincent, but to the previous renters. She watched the second male vampire out of her peripheral vision, she took the second to check out his frame. Her fangs strained at her gums as lust swept through her. This wasn't good, lust and bloodlust wasn't a good mix. She returned her eyes back over to the window. Smudges, her plastered all over the window, hand-prints, lip-prints and many other prints. Nemui narrowed her eyes some as she peered out at the city. Lights shown like beacons in the night, but their brightness was dulled by they heavy cloud of smog.

The vampiress eyes had just began skimming the sky when Vincent asked her question, Hmm, blood and perhaps relaxation. The women said her voice lilting at the end as the note of suggestion entered her voice. The woman turned and let her eyes skim over the large room, eying the room with a Designer's eyes; the room looked very welcoming. But she wasn't in the mood to go there tonight, she turned her body fully to him a smile tapering on her cheery colored lips. Wine with laced with blood. She knew it was an odd request, very few vampires asked for such a thing. But like most vampires she wanted to keep up the human appearance, so she laced most of her alcohol with blood. Her keen silver eyes kept on him as he sauntered over to a very large, and very welcoming couch. She smiled and walked over to him, her hips swaying sightly. When she reached the couch she sat down next to him, close enough that her leather clad thigh was pressed up against his own. She crossed her long legs gracefully causing her leather pants to tighten in all the right places. She leaned forward, slightly bring her arm up and propping her chin into her open palm. A black wave of her hair fell down the right side of her face, causing a shadow to creep up the side of her face. Her piercing silver orbs started into his red ones. Since you are no longer human it shouldn't hurt as much when I take blood from you, you should feel pleasure. She shrugged her pale shoulders, causing her hair the shift some, all vampires knew about the pleasure of sharing blood But since you are a vampire, and of the same species as me, you may end having a physic connection with me, it would be a small one, but one all the same. Since I'm taking blood from you, I could only contact you, you wouldn't be able to contact me because you wouldn't have my blood. In you. She knew the voice she had could kill the “romance” in the air. But she wanted to want him, he was taking a big risk with her. She could call on him if she wanted to, her voice would and could compel him to do anything, such as forcing him to kill himself. But Nemui in all her long life she had NEVER done such a thing. She had never gotten that angry.

Nemui straightened her body but continued to look into his crimson gaze, To answer your question, if you wish to open the doors or turn music on that is up to you I have no qualms about having silence. But since I won't be hearing but of anything you can listen to music if you want, if it calms you down. She smiled and shuttered her gaze again and peered at him through her eyelashes. Her silver eyes twinkling behind them, he had thrown the ball into her court now she was returning the favor by sending it back. She lifted her hand and pushed her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders, clearing her line-of-sight. She didn't do this out of nervousness she did it out of habit. She relaxed and let a smile turn into a devilish grin, as she waited for him to answer.

[Vincent]

Vincent watches her as she moves, aware of how horrible the previous renters had been. As she moves to sit down beside him, he turns his face to hers, closing his eyes as he listens to her. As she finishes, he opens his eyes again, watching her seriously. "...kinky." he says with a grin, winking at her. His hands reahc out to her, pulling her into his lap, gently rubbing her sides again, kissing her throat softly, before looking at her again, "Then perhaps you should allow me some of your blood then? It would be fair, after all. And if you'd like, you can feed directly from me, I don't care really. I'd have to go find wine somewhere though, I don't usually keep a bottle around, mostly just pepsi." he says with a shrug and smile.

"Besides, I'm sure if you call me, you'll make it worth my while, won't you?" he asks with a light smile, grinning lightly. He wasn't concerned either way, he was fine with it, and if it meant she could try and force him to do something, well, his will was strong enough to resist. Eight hundred years devoted to fighting and discipline, keeping his body in perfect control, and this would be no different. At least, he hoped so. If not, he'd deal with that bridge when he came to it, hopefully nothing bad would happen until then, nothing serious anyways. He stretches lightly, before wrapping his arms around her waist again, grinning at her, tilting his head lightly to the side, his neck exposed to her.

"Well? What'll it be? A direct feed, or dilluted with wine? Either way, it's no difference to me." he says with a shrug. He didn't care, thinking about it, he thought he might have a bottle of wine hidden away in his fridge that he'd brought to the room, as he stayed here more often than not, it did him some good to have something that he could hold food in and such, instead of eating out all the time. He reaches his hand over, hitting a button on his remote, his t.v. flaring to life, a movie playing on the screen. "I prefer background noise, it covers any noise that we might be making." he says with the hints of a devious smile as he watched her, returning his hands to her waist, quickly stealing another kiss from her.

[susan]

[Can't get to "dirty" Shady wouldn't like it>>]
Will You let Me

NEMUI

A smiled inwardly to herself as she watched him relax, he wasn't too worried, that could be deadly and

helpful to his health. She shook her head, and watched him bare his neck. This could be interrupted as a submission to her, like wolves did to their alpha, or an offering. She chose the latter of her the two. She nodded, and answered him her voice still had the warning twang in it. Yes, you may take some from me, I wish not to over feed. A mock frown came over her lips, that'd be very unpleasant. She said more to herself then to him, I'll feed directly from you. She smiled again as he stole a quick kiss from her. Without further adieu she bent her face into the crook of his neck and let her very deadly and sharp fangs slid out slowly from her gums. She closed her lips on his pale skin and let her fangs skin in, warm blood swarmed into her mouth like bees to honey. A small moan of satisfaction slid from her covered mouth. She pressed her warm tongue into the general area where she had bitten him, she slowed the blood down some so she sound start choking on it. But it didn't help much considering the male vampire's heart was beating like that of a Race Horse. She pressed her face further into his neck deepening herself into the wonderful sensation of his blood. If someone walked in at this took this moment to walk in on her Vincent they'd look very cliché, her bitting into a “innocent” victim's throat sucking the life blood from his throat. She struggled to force down a laugh that entered her throat. She could see it now, men and women standing in clothing holding pitch forks and stakes, standing at the door-way. She sighed, and pressed her upper body into his, as she thought back into her past. When she had been young and unknowing she had been in many of such situations, but she'd always been able to allude the groups that had found her...

After a few moments of thinking her mind began to wonder back to Vincent's blood, it tasted like nothing she had ever had. Strange exotic tastes swirled over her taste buds before disappearing down her throat leaving a wonderful after taste. Arousal also was intertwined in the blood, causing her own blood to rise and howl with it. She opened her eyes for a moment and stared into his neck. She had taken blood from a lot of different people, all from different parts of the world. None of them all tasted the same, a lot of them gave her a buzz for a few days. Vampires couldn't get drunk, but if they drank from a human who had recently consumed alcohol they'd get a buzz. Even though she could taste no alcohol in the male vampire's blood, she knew she was going to be on a high for the rest of the night.

After a few moments, which had felt like a couple hours. Nemui pulled back, her pink tongue flicking over her lips and fangs removing any trace of blood that may still linger on her face. She moved her hands up and adjusted her blouse, feel as if it had ridden up on her which it had. She moved her silver eyes to Vincent's face. She knew her eyes where coated with a glazed expression, like a druggie who had just from off their fix. She blinked slowly and turned into herself searching for the link that would connected herself to him. She searched mentally for it, after a second she came upon it. It was vague but there all the same, her mental fingers plucked at it causing it to shiver. It was a weak connection and could easily be broken in a few months if they kept away from each-other long enough. But it would become stronger tonight, because when Vincent took her blood he'd be taking some of his. Both their blood would be intertwined when he took it, meaning he would take some of the small bond she had to him and make it his own.

Nemui smiled slowly, letting her fangs flash for a moment before she let them slid back into her gums, You have very different tasting blood, I've never had blood that tasted like yours. She said, her voice low and husky, but deadly. She rocked back on his lap and ran her eyes over his face, he didn't look any paler then he first did when she hadn't taken blood from him, meaning she hadn't taken more then she was planning to. Which was good, knowingly she sent a thought through the connection they had and felt his “heart-beat” with it before pulling back, it was still strong he wasn't affected by it, goodshe thought to herself, Are you ready? She asked, pursing her lips.

[Vincent]

Vincent merely reclines as she sinks her fangs into his neck, stiffening quickly out of reflex, before relaxing, letting her take her fill, resting his arms around her waist, holding her against him so she could feed easier. He could feel his blood draining, but it didn't bother him, he'd lost lots more than that in his life, so some going away to what he considered a good cause wasn't so bad. When she pulled away, he merely grinned at her deadly tone. "Now now, no need to sound hostile." he says with a light smile, knowing she had no intentions of harming him, why would she? He twitches lightly as she mentally plucked their bond, a mental eye twitching at it. He hated sudden random feelings, they bothered him sometimes!

He smiles at her as he pulls her tighter against him, whispering softly against her flesh, his breath carressing her neck, "But of course, my beautifully delicious companion, I'm always ready." and without further adieu, sank his own fangs deep into her neck, a burst of crimson exploding into his mouth, quickly swallowed and replaced by more, his stomach quickly becoming sated by the blood. His hands begin to carress her skin lightly, without conscious thought, enjoying the feel of her flesh, and the taste of her blood, it was finely aged, and the most delicious he'd had to date. He could feel the bond between them growing stronger, and could see it forming in his own mind now, and wouldn't mind teasing her with it himself.

He retracts his fangs from her neck, swirling his tongue teasingly over her flesh, lapping up the last of the blood, before winking at her, leaning back and closing his eyes. The bond was like a set of strings to him, in his mind, keyed to multiple purposes, where he could touch different emotions, hers or his. He smiles as he sets to work, playing the strings like a harp, an instrument that he hadn't used for a few centuries, but one he was proficient with none the less, playing the tunes of pleasure and enjoyment, and soft melody of euphoria flowing along the bond to her.

"Mmm...thank you for the delicious meal, my lovely, definetly the most exquisite I've ever had. My gift is of course, my own blood, and my music." he says with a smile. "Don't worry though, trying to touch your emotions is a difficult chore for me, as you're older and more powerful of course, and at most, it'd probably only be a quick twinge of it, then it would fade, enough to nab your attention I suppose." he says with a light smile. "How long will it last? I must admit, it is a little unusual for me." he says with a laugh, smiling at her, "Not that I mind of course, I would be happy to be at such a lovely womans beck and call." he says with a devilish smirk, leaning back again, and closing his eyes, resting again, feeling a little weary from the feeding, relaxed and sedated.

[susan]

Are you Ready to Rumble

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

She felt a sharp pang as his fangs slid into her flawless neck, she didn't have the honor of having a sire bit her. So she had no marks, she wondered if he even looked to see if she was changed or pure. Her mind clouded with a-bliss as sweet pleasure swept through her. She felt her heart beat faster, and faster. Until her cheeks began to change into a light shade of pink and her silver eyes, slightly hidden by her eyelashes, began to glitter. She rolled her neck some, letting him have full advantage of her. She knew, from years of being a trained fighter and hunter, bearing your neck while someone was feeding from you was stupid. They could easily rip your throat open, no, it wouldn't kill you just paralyze you until they could slice'n-dice you. Her slim, nimble fingers reached up and curled into the hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers slid easily in-and-out of his silky hair. After a few moments of playing with his hair, she brought her hand back down to his shoulders, helping her keep her balance in his lap. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as another surge of pleasure and adrenaline washed over her form. A second sharp pang priced her now slowing heart. This wasn't because of real pain, it was a mental pang, she disliked him removing his fangs from her. A stifled sighed fluttered through her slim frame. That wasn't a good sign that she was getting addicted to his bites. Her mother, Sophia, had gotten addicted to bites and soon became a whore to most high-ranking Vampire Lords in Germany. Nemui shook the thought, she may be her mother's daughter, but what she wasn't was her mother.

Nemui leaned back, and slowly removed her body from his. She could almost hear the crackling in the air as she left him. They had a connection, but not a serious one, this was a one time gathering between two ancients. They'd share blood, kiss one last time and leave and perhaps one day meet again and repeat this process. Her silver eyes shifted slightly as Vincent's voice echoed in her brain. I thank-you as well. I haven't had much time lately to feed off another vampire, this did me good. Her voice came out soft and sure. Even though she didn't feel it physically, her brain mentally was still trying to regress back from the pleasure moment. Her head tipped slightly, very bird-like, as she considered his second question. It really depends. If we see each-other again, or if we come in close contact. If we do either one, are connection will strength over time, and we'd be able to talk to each-other through long distance. Say if I was Canada and you where in Colorado, we could talk, but it'd be faint. But if we shared blood again our connection would be stronger... A apologetic smile came on her face, Sorry, I'm not answering you. From out encounter today, out current connection should last..approximately..three months. Considering how much blood we both took from each-other. But if you wish to cut the connection off now, we would both need to cut out mental connection now, at the same time. If we didn't.. A amused yet rueful smile played on her lips, We'd both end up with headaches. And the connection would still be there.

Nemui snuggled into the welcoming embrace of the couch, the soft material rubbed against her like a cat asking for food. She then, crossed her legs letting the leather re-tighten over her long, and beautifully made legs. Her eyes drifted back to the smudge covered window, she stared at Mother Luna for a moment. She had the rest of the night to go out and play, it had just turned midnight. A smalled breath came from her again, causing her chest to rise. She shifted slightly, adjusting her bum. Would she stay here for the rest of the nigh? Or go find someone else? A single black eyebrow inched up some. It all depended on the male beside her. If he wanted to leave he could, or if he wanted her to leave she would. Her eyes where instantly drawn to a bright “shooting star” as most humans liked to call it. She made no wish though, she was over a thousand years old she no longer did such ..foolish.. things. Inwardly she laughed, and letting a young vampire take blood from you wasn't foolish? For that Nemui had no reply.

[Vincent]

Vincent grins, dropping an arm aorund her shoulders, winking at her as he pulls her closer, "Well, as the night is still young, I think there is much mischief to be found, if you wish." he says with an evil smile, winking at her. Truth be told, he wasn't concerned, he could remain indoors for the night with her if she so wished, or he could be out on the streets by her side. Twas truly no matter to him. "And no worries about the connection or anything, I was just curious." he said with a shrug, smiling at her again. He stands, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, stretching as he takes a few steps away, his body swaying with a perfect balance as he retrieves a pepsi, popping the top and taking a sip, smiling in satisfaction as he turns back to face her, smiling lightly.

"Well? What say you then, my lovely lady Silvernight?" he asks with a grin, winking at her, showing that he thought the praise not undeserved. She was a beauty, he was sure of that much, but all he had on his mind was friendship, this time. SHe was older than he, and probably not interested in him anyways. "I can go out for some exercise, or we can watch some movies or something here, tis your choice, I have no prefference." he says with a shrug, dropping back onto the couch, turning his body to lean into the corner, watching her with a casual interest. He was seated comfortably and facing her, waiting for her choice in their course this fine moonlit night, truly uncaring as to what it might be. He was a man of simple pleasures afterall.

((Sorry it's short, have to head out, mom wants the comp and I have work to do. At least I made it though, lol.))