Electric Feel (Samael)

[celia]

Stress had brought the lioness out, she needed to move. To rake her claws through flesh would be nice, but it wouldn't do much if her target was human. A broken toy was boring. So instead Myra hit the clubs. The electrical whine was enough to almost make her turn back, but the need to move was more. Downing a few heavy drinks, made the whine go away to a more bearable level. Stupid technology.. It was love, hate relationship. Nights like these technology was a blessing, but for the rest it could go to hell. Nothing would ever replace the tribal drum beats and dances. If only time would go back. Myra sighed, then loosened her shoulders and tired to loose herself in the techno music.

Once on the dance floor between all the warm bodies, Myra felt the worries go away. The un-wanted memories kept flooding her mind today. And the longing for what had been; taunting her. But right now that didn't matter. She danced to her own beat, her strong healthy heart, was better than the music they played. Her slim, lean frame twisted elegantly. The long, deep blue silk skirt, flowed around her legs, showing an outline, well more a teaser of what was promised underneath. She never liked to blatantly show of her body, subtle was more her style. Myra closed her eyes happily, being content for the moment.

[Samael]

As she danced to the techno music a smell would catch her nose and perhaps make her stop. A smell so great that what ever smell she liked the best thats what it would be. The smell having more then just the smelling properties but also something that would make her hot between the legs. Sitting in the corner was none other than Samael and the scent would lead her directly to him. Getting stronger and more seducitve all the way.

Smiling as he sat there he had a tall bottle of vodka, an ash tray, and a cigerrette. His teeth pearly white none the less even with his new found like of cigs. Also cigars were also good but he found these favlored cigs to be a bit better. Although now all he was waiting for was this women he had taken an intrest to, to come to him. He knew she would that the pheremones he was letting out to her was going directly to her. Samael knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

[celia]

Myras fierce red brown eyes snapped open, and an inhumane growl escaped her. There was a scent that tickled her nose, and that sent a shuddered of longing down her human spine. The lion within stirred. Someone had targeted her, and they wheren't being subtle about it either. Another shuddered ran down her spine. The scent had hit her like a freight train. The lion clawed at her mind. Unlike her human self, the beast desired to rip the thing to shreads. Myras knees started to tremble slightly. As she smelt the air, her pupils took on a more feline shape. Where is it..

The scent become stronger as she followed it. She could make out that its was definitly male, and not feline. A dead one? Myra dodged through the large crowd easily. Where was he? Another growl rose from her, this time from need. One last smell, and she pin pointed him. Sitting in a dark corner, was a male. He didn't look much older than her. But then again. Looks didn't count for anything when you where an Other. Stalking up to his table was torturous. Her body was going on its own accord, and her lion made it even worse. By the time she reached the table her nails where razor sharp and her teeth wheren't blunt anymore. "You sure do know how to catch a womans attention dont you," Her voice was deep and husky, and it took a decent amount of self control not to do anything.

[Samael]

He watched her with keen eyes. Push her way through the people to him and when she had gotten there he instantly noticed her feline like eyes, razor sharp finger nails, and her teeth were a tad sharp. Oh so she was a were-lion just like his little lion Strawberry. Once she finally gotten to him the pheremones instantly stopped. The smell was no longer there as a smile arouse to her lips. Her words made him smile.

"Oh yes, wants the point of flirting with some one? If you wana meet some body you meet them and stop with the foreplay. Now miss you remind me of a women I've known. Strawberry my little lion shes only sixteen and shes so beautiful... Now to be polite my name is Samael, if I may ask what is your name miss? I would like to offer you a drink and possibly maybe a bite to eat? Hrm?"

He asked as he pointed to the bottle of vodka and a glass beside it. Since he had been drinking out of it he wondered if she would drink from the same bottle. The bottle was half full and he didn't look a hint of drunk. Since he was controling the alochol content of his blood. Only giving it enough just to give it a little buzz.

[celia]

As the scent stopped, her nails and teeth went back to normal, but her eyes stayed the same. In her mind, her beast calmed down some what but it's tail still swished wildly. This guy, or rather from his scent, vampire, seemed polite dispite the some what blatant hormonal play. His voice was rich, and well spoken. How old would he really be? She sat down across from him, with a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Another were-lion?" She looked up from the vodka bottle she'd been studying for a few seconds. She'd never met another lioness, couldn't really say she wanted to if she was only a cub. "Samael, my name is Myra. It is a pleasure to meet you," She eye'd the vodka again, but didn't make any move to take any. "And i'll shall decline your offer, I've already had my share of food and drinks this evening," She smiled politely, her human eyes studied him, but at the same time her lion glared.

[Samael]

He had watched her sit down across him as he took the vodka bottle in one hand and took a swig. Putting it back down as he then took a drag, blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth in little puffs. The cig now down to the bottom he put it in the ash tray and swished at the fumes to be gone. Listening to her voice and the smile that had shined on her lips. His smile white and showing the entire time. Not a single hint he was a vampire expect for his skin. Although he could bet she smelt the blood of human on his lips.

"The pleasure is all mine Myra. Such a pretty and unique name I think it fits you well. Yes.. there is another were-lion. Although she isn't here tonight, I didn't bother to bring her. Strawberry my little lion, and Raspberry my were-swan both do not appreciate the gifts I give them and the time I take them out. Nor do the appreciate anything that I do for them or when I treat them an equal.. But any ways, I am getting off track... What brings you too this bar tonight Myra? Is the lioness getting restless?"

He couldn't help to see that she had claws, that she had sharp fangs, and even feline eyes. While she had returned back to her human side although he knew the lion was at the edges of her skin. Just waiting to jut out and possibly rip him apart. Wanting to probably eat his flesh if he had to guess but really he didn't care. A scentless scent was being let from him and it was highly concentrated in the area they were in.. A scent of pheremones that would surely drive her human side wild for him.

[celia]

A small snarl ripped from her throat, and the table was now decorated with claw marks. Myra closed her eyes, as he hitched the pheremones into over drive again. She would walk away, except for the fact that she wasn't sure if her legs would support her. He'd caught her, the Lion didn't enjoy that fact. She wanted to take a deep breath to calm herself but, that would probably be the end of her self control. Dammit.. She smiled showing off her pearly whites, then she slowly opened her eyes again.

"What brought me out tonight was my past, and part my lioness," She spoke truthfully, while trying to focus on what else he had said. "Raspberry, and Strawberry.." She said more to herself as she eye'd the vodka again. On second thought she might need that. "On second thought, may I have some of that?" She asked trying to sound polite, while pointing towards the Vodka. She shifted slightly in her seat, and small movement, made her silk skirt slide against her thigh, which made Myra shudder with delight. God, she was in trouble. Her Lion growled in warning at her.

[Samael]

His face had remained straight and calm the entire time. Showing his teeth a tad from his lips in one of the smallest smiles. Watching her claw marks run across the table and as he knew the pheremones were taking there effect. While she asked for a glass of vodka he poured her one and watched as she shifted a tad in her seat. Something rubbed against something and he watched her shudder in sheer pleasure. Ohhh, this was too easy, she must of already been warmed up or waiting for some one to do something to her. Handing her the glass of vodka his smile grew a little wider.

"You may think I am crazy but those are there names. There parents disowned them and I found them on the streets of New York one night and took them into my arms. Gave them money, food, a roof over there head, and treated them as best as I could as an equal. Although lately they've been acting up so I have been treating them like there supposed to be. Slaves, they wear shock colars and I parade them around on leashes. Isn't how slaves should be treated Myra? Lower than yourself?"

He asked bringing the bottle of vodka to his lips. Acting like he wasn't doing a dam thing to make her want him. To make her all sensative between the legs and turn her on to a degree that she pry had never been turned on to. Just playing with the switch of hers and pushing it all the way to on and over it. Knowing what he wanted when he spotted her, he was gonna get her in bed one way or another.. Samael knew that she'd give into the wanting for him evenutally, and he had all night to pump pheremones into the air and act like he wasn't doing anything.

[celia]

Luckily for her she wasn't fully human. Only her human side wanted him, and badly. Her lion kept her some what sane. Trying to keep Myra from jumping across the table towards him. Although it wasn't helping when the beast was sending her mental images of shreading him to pieces. Fustrated, Myra raked her hand through her long hair, and leaned back in her seat. The movements in turn making her shudder again. She watched him with her feline like eyes. Her eyes trailed down his face to his lips, then to his neck. The Lioness growled and swiped at her in Myras mind.

"Having slaves is abit old school, don't you think?" Her voice was husky, and her accent crept through. Having grown up in a time, that slave trading was still prospering she didn't have real problem with it. The strong take the weak. It was natural. "Being their age you can expect them to rebel, can't you remember being their age?" Once he'd poured her a glass, she took it greatfully, trying not to touch him as she reached for the glass. The cool liquid was a blessing. She hadn't realised how hot she was getting. She focused on the glass, trying not to look at his neck again, for her lions sake. And hers.

[Samael]

He smiled as he watched her eyes scan his face, his eyes, lips, neck. Then she went to putting her fingers in her hair and leaning back. Her body shuddering a little more. A smile on his face as she watched her take the cool liquid and drink it as if it were to save her life. He could hear her heart beat pound against her chest. The wanting for him and his touch he knew would be unberable. So he stopped the pheremones, but he had already done the damage of her wanting him.

"Slaves? I would almost call them girl friends.. Almost. And no I can't really recall being there age.. It was so long ago.. If you give some one money, a roof over there head, let them roam as they wish are they really a slave? Is it too much to ask a few simple tasks of them if I do all that? A weekly allowence of a large sum if I might add my lovely Myra."

His hand took her other hand in his own. Bringing it too his lips and giving it the gentle of kisses. Samael's vampric fangs skimming it as he sat it back down where it was. Continuing to to the damage that he was looking for. A smile still on his lips as he grabbed the entire vodka bottle and took a swig as he stood looking across the room to a waitress that admitely caught his eye and came to him. Requesting a bowl of nachos and cheese. Watching her scurry off in a hurry as he sat down.

"I have a good feeling you'd like to one kill me and two fuck me. Am I right?"

[celia]

"Ha, funny. Thought girl friend and slave where the same thing, Myra said quietly, before taking another swig from her vodka. "Well in my time it was," she set the glass down infront of her. Sighing in relief as the air shifted, and she was released from the pheremones. Myra sagged in her seat a little, taking deep breaths since the air was now clear. She felt like a flustered school girl. Her cheeks felt warm, and would definitly be a nice shade of pink. Great i'm eighteen again.. She thought sarcasticly.

"So the tasks you ask, are small. The general house work I take it?" She focused on conversation, while she tried getting her heart rate back to normal. But it didn't work long. He took her hand in his, the small touch sent her body trembling. When his lips touched her skin, she made a small pathetic sound of need. Her lion snarled at him from within, and Myra could feel the that the lioness wanted to take over. But that was far to dangerous in a place like this. So she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gain some control. Only when he asked his blatant question, that he already knew the answer to, did she open her eyes and look at him again. "My body, would love you if you'd fuck me, but I, personally; would love to kill you where you sat," She said smiling, "So, yes. You are correct."

[Samael]

A song started to play through the club Escape the Fate - Apocalypse, and he smiled as the bowl of nachos, cheese, and salsa was brought to the table. Casually eating them while he listned to Myra speak with a smile on his face. Her sound of need and want for him excited him all hte more while he heard her answer to his question. Which his smile only grew a little more. Taking another chip in hand, then another swig of vodka.

"Do you really want to kill me? I say we can take this outside if you feel that way. Really I will even let you take the first punch, and thats if you can hit me. Now I know your human side wants to fuck me, your lion side wants to kill me and your side personally wants to kill me. Now do you want to take this outside? Or do you want to stay here eat some nacho's and drink vodka.. Hrm Myra what do you say to that?"

He asked grabbing another nacho from the big bowl of it. Dipping it into the cheese then dipping the other side of it into the salsa. A smile still on his lips as he waited for what she had to say to what he said. He wanted so bad to mess with her, to get her angry at him. Maybe it would end up how Scarlet and him faught. They faught, he hurt her arm really bad, and then they bumped in a bed for a while.. Oh that day he could say was the best.

[celia]

The feeling of fustration grew, maybe she shouldn't of had that many drinks, she eye'd the last of her vodka. Ignoring it, her eyes traveled to his smiling face. That smile was getting to her. Again she raked her hands through her hair. A vision of him sinking his fangs into her flesh, flashed through her mind. Myra shifted in her seat and clenched her fists. What did she want?

Restless, Myra glared at him. Her lion roared, it definitly wanted her to fight. Sex, and violence, which one did she need more? She grimaced, and retracted her nails. Blood seeped down her palm. She hadn't even once her body changing. Looking at her palm, she looked back at him and grinned, a slightly wild toothy grin. "I think I want to step outside." She said standing up, her knees trembled slightly. But she got stronger after a few steps. And started walking towards the exit. "Your nachos can wait."

[Samael]

"Nah, I can eat them and beat you at the same time."

He grabbed the nachos and walked outside with her. Standing several feet away from her he had the bowl of nachos in one hand. His other hand was grabbing them and eating them. While he continued to have the same cheerry smile on his face. Wondering what she thought of him so far since he wasn't prodding into her thoughts yet. Knowing that he'd simply dodge her every move and use his feet to give her a few kicks here and there.

Then once he was finished with his bowl of nachos. He could use both his hands. Although for now it was just his feet, he had ten more nachos left and they were big. One bite of cheese, one bite of salsa.. After it was all gone he'd toss the bowl aside and get a tad more serious with this women. With this were-lion. A were-lion just liek his little Raspberry, but her perdicted she had some tricks up her sleeve. Also that she was much older than she appeared or so he wanted to guess.

[celia]

Myra laughed heartily, as she watched him take his nachos. "Men and there stomachs," She muttered. Well he did pay for them, so fair enough. The walk outside made her mood change, and a smile appeared on her lips again. Once in a more quiet area, an alley somewhere behind the casino. She leaned against the wall, a watched him looking at his nachos, with tthat same annoying cherry smile.

Her lion paced restlessly, wanting blood and to crush his neck with her paws. But in reality, Myra knew he was alot stronger and more powerful. Just his body language, his not caring, and the fact he could control the pheromones to target her, and only her. She guessed she was alittle out of her league. So what could she use to her advantage? That she had right now. She only had herself, and an empty alley. She shifted, her body still was aroused from all the pheromones he'd pumped out earlier. Fuck it.. She tore her long skirt to about her mid-thighs. Then tossed the material away. Myra looked at him and grinned, as she leaned against the wall again. He was mistaken if he thought, she'd blatantly run and attack him, "How are those nachos Samael?"