Dark Temptation... (pm for invite)

John’s hands were strong as they encased Darcy’s delicate fingers. Completely apart from her normal behavior, she moved closer to this stranger, feeling a sense of safety in his presence that she was not at all used to. There was a strong urge within her to know more about this man,

"It is indeed a pleasure Darcy to meet you."his smile brightening " I am John.."

Darcy blushed and dipped her eyes for just a moment after he introduced himself only to find that when her eyes gazed back to his she no longer held his attention. Jelousy filled her in that instant while she tried to understand why her emotions were so strong for this man she met just moments ago.

John’s eyes returned as her thoughts of jealousy seemingly disappeared in an instant.

"I am sorry, your wonderful , Darcy but I feel the need to leave this place" pausing" go get some coffee ..I would love to sit and talk with you, but the noise is starting to get to me..* and then as if he just thought of it." ...I would really like if you wanted to come with me"

Darcy practically jumped out of the chair at the invitation! She couldn’t believe this gorgeous man had picked her from the crowd. Why of all the women here did he pick her? As fast as the thought entered her mind it was gone.

"Come with you? Coffee would be wonderful John!"

She winced as the words left her mouth, she hated how eager and desperate she had sounded but she couldn’t hide the fact that she really wanted to leave with John. Darcy held tight to his hand as she hopped down off the barstool and out into the night.

Gently placing his other hand on her her waist, slowly nudging and building her need as he began to guide Darcy out of the club. He had became aware of another presents,and It didn't take long for him to spot it. He almost rolled his eyes at the way the blond stood out. Barely concealing his true nature. After watching Blondie deal with the bouncer ,he decided that it was for the best he was leaving. Then he felt Trinity's power flare .but it was not directed at him ,no ,she had Blondie in her sights.He alnost felt sorry for Blondie but John didn't know this vampire and he didn't really care either. Blondie's lack of finesse,and greedy stare told John all he needed to know about him. Just as they where at the door he watched her kiss him and felt that flash of jealousy again, confused He focused his mind on Darcy,a lovely girl who wanted to be needed.

Out side they walked down the street, chatting, John keeping his hand gently on her waist ,pulling her close to him. Already he could feel her desire growing,feel her need..and his. More than just hunger he used these girls to fill the hole inside of him self. A few fleeting moments when he could belive he was human again, before his hunger took over.

Darcy had become used to his presents in her mind and her secrets thoughts began to surface.There was one that fit his needs of the moment and so he acted ,suddenly, pushing her into an alley his hands becoming insistent as he shoved her against the wall,His mouth claiming hers in a deep kiss .his hands pulling her to him roughly. To her credit she rirsted him, for a moment before her mouth opened and her body saged against his, giving in to her own dark desires. She tasted sweet, he smiled to him self as his hand moved roughly between her legs,making her gasp into his mouth. Then his other hand pulled her head back and he bent to her neck kissing her and gently biting. He felt her pulse and her blood rushing through her veins,but it was not time yet she was still to aware of him, not yet lost in her arousal. Pulling her skirt up and shoving his hand into her panties, feeling that she was already wet, his fingers sliding between her wet soft folds, forcing her to hold on to him for support as her breathing grew ragged and her heart raced. He lead close to her,bringing his hand up tasting her sweetness and spoke softly.

"I am going to fuck you now, my lovely Darcy"

Not a request, just a simple statement of fact. As he turned her around his hands tearing at her clothing grasping her breasts then rolling her hardening little buds between his fingers ,his other hand making her grunt as he ripped her panties free, tossing them away. He bent her over, making her brace her self against the wall as her released his now ridged cock from his pants and mercilessly droving in to her soaking pussy ,pausing for a moment so she could feel his whole length now buried in her.

"I know you want this" he cooed " saw it in your mind, your little secret"

Then grabbing her hips he began to pound himself into her ,reveling in the heat of her cunt and her gasps of painful pleasure. Soon she was pushing back into him her body now consumed with lust as he pounded his length deep in to her. Feeling her nearing the edge, he spoke ,his deep rasping voice tight with need and his own lust.

"I am going to take something from you my sweet Darcy ..but don't be afraid.."

With that, he pulled her up to him, just as she began to climax and sunk his fangs into her neck. She screamed and orgasm at the same time. John holding her shaking body to him tightly, as he drank, his own orgasm pounding at his brain.

Momentarily she would become aware of what he was doing, so he held her tightly, sending a strong command to "sleep" deep into her brain. Wrapping his coat around her and picking her limp form up, he took her home.Using her own thoughts to guide him there. Laying her gently on her bed, he softned the night and made it all seem like a dream to her, she would wake, thinking she had fallen asleep and never went out. Quietly leaving John went out in to the night wondering what Trinity was doing now..and irritated he cared. He told him self it was because he had a job to do but he knew, that was not the reason he cared...Damn she was good..

She shivered as she stood staring blankly at her canvas. Once again Elysia’s lack of luck seemed to have caught her in another torrent of rain, which now left her soaking wet and unable to focus her attentions on her latest piece. The cheap heater did its best in heating the artist hub where she worked, but as it lay close to the entrance; her little corner in the back was left unreached by its warmth. It was a reasonable compromise, as she preferred the quiet and undisturbed sanctuary of her artistic crook.

She breathed slowly, a misty heat blanketing her tiny frozen fingers. They tingled as they returned back to life, her emerald green eyes focused intently on her canvas. From a close inspection puddles of blacks, blues and purples were seemingly splashed randomly over the canvas. It wasn’t until one would stand back that the image would appear…a brilliant full moon hung delicately in a sky, its beams highlighting the forest lake below. That was what she loved about her pieces…it took a creative mind to see the beauty she put on paper.

She sighed in discontent. Her piece lacked something though she couldn’t put her mind on what it needed. Another sigh escaped her trembling icy lips as she peeled her eyes away from her work. Rummaging around her workstation she found a small towel and wiped away the access water from her hair, tiny blonde strands stuck to her forehead. Her bones continued to rattle her tiny frame.

“Come on Elysia, don’t be stupid” She thought to herself, “…it’s just a bit of water. Now finish your damn painting!” She had never been unable to finish a painting before. All of her work stemmed from the dreams that whisked her away during her sleep, the image constantly remained in her memory until the piece was complete. This piece, however, was missing something…part of the dream she must have forgot. She unpeeled her soaking denim jacket and placed it on the floor beside her, goose bumps forming over her pastel skin as her eyes returned back to the painting. It was pointless; the cold had worked its way through to her bones and seemingly frozen her brain. She couldn’t think or concentrate and every attempt to focus just left her more frustrated than the last time she tried. Right now all she wanted was to be home, sitting by her fire and snuggling up under a blanket while she finished reading her current novel.

With a hesitant and frustrated sigh Elysia stood from her station and wrapped the dry black leather jacket that hung on her chair around her freezing form. She carefully made her way through the mass of art working stations. The hub was empty, which wasn’t a surprise considering the time. Most people her age were out at the endless amount of clubs picking up random one-night stands in an attempt to fill the void that lurked in their souls, or at least satisfy their sexual urges momentarily. Elysia was different, and she knew it. Clubs unnerved her and the constant annoying ‘doof doof’ music only served to heighten her anxiety and give her a pounding head ache. Besides, she didn’t drink nor found the constant aura of sexual conquest alluring. She was a quiet soul and preferred her simple life.

Stores seemed to blend together as Elysia strolled through the city streets, the early morning chill running through to her already trembling bones, forcing her to wrap her coat around her more securely against the oncoming wind and rain. Boutique stores, upper market bookstores, high class studios and cafés all closed…the normal hustle and bustle a distant memory. Yet to Elysia, such stores showed little interest. She had always preferred the more relaxed environment of the country life. She sighed softly of the fond memories she held of growing up in such a different atmosphere; the long summer days that, the relaxed aura and pride of each home and farm, the laid-back and cheery character that reflected from every building, every store, every plant, every person. Oh yes, the people, she had fondly missed the people and their frame of mind. This disposition that she missed so much was definitely one that saw her highly sort after in city, yet ultimately left her to feel alone, isolated and out of place.

As she continued to shuffle down the deserted streets Elysia could hear the deep base of a nightclub begin to vibrate against her ears. She sighed as she focused her gaze upon the blaring lights that illuminated the club entrance a several blocks in front of her, and she tensed at the thought of having to pass by it. She stopped and watched as bouncers carefully selected attractive women and allowed them through, much to the distaste of a few of the people who were lined up like a herd of cattle. She couldn’t help the small smile that crept to her lips at such a thought; cattle…that was all they really were. A herd of brainless, sex-craved animals subjecting themselves to the fate of another being who only sought to use them for sexual conquest. How they found enjoyment in such things was beyond her.

Another sigh escaped her lips before a deep, long moan distracted her from her thoughts. Elysia turned and focused her eyes down the darkened alleyway beside her. A huge bulk of a man pinned a very petite woman to the alley wall as she squirmed and moaned in lust as his hands roughly dived in between her legs. The coupled seemed to be lost in their own desires and oblivious to Elyisa’s presence. Which suited her fine, the very sight of such blatant and vulgar sexual play sickened her and caused her stomach to turn in discomfort.

"I am going to fuck you now, my lovely Darcy"

Elysia’s eyes shot open in shock as the man’s deep voice rushed passed her ears. She quickly scurried away from the alley. Her mind couldn’t comprehend ever being reduced to such a state. The poor woman was probably drunk off her arse and wouldn’t remember the events anyway. But still…her mind couldn’t understand the arrogance and blunt demeanour of the man. He didn’t even have the audacity to take her to a private place, or a hotel, anything was far better than an alleyway. In Elysia’s mind sex was meant to be a beautiful thing; an act based on love, affection, sacrifice and trust where both people explored each other in a blissful awakening of their own desires. But that…that was just savage and animalistic. Elysia had been called many things in her short life; naive, innocent, pure-hearted, far too sweet…and she long ago concluded that her opinion of sex was not only abnormal, but probably associated with her deep fascination with ‘fairytale princes’ and being whisked away into a life of true love and ‘happily ever afters’. Yes, she was a romantic, but while she saw nothing wrong with it, she also knew that the chances of that happening were highly unrealistic. Though a life on her own was far better than succumbing to a life of that poor woman back in the alleyway. A part of her wished she had the courage and stop the man from treating the woman so disrespectfully, but instead she continued to walk her way towards the club clinging to the thought that soon she would be home and free of this night.

Bowie

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Trinity's eyes stayed locked to John as he turned back to his prey. She was furious that he would disturb her one night she decided to try and relax. She knew him all too well, the moment he realized she was there he was going to leave and she planned to follow. The guy behind her was rather enjoying the sway of her hips but her concentration was more on John and the woman he was with. The fury in her went from low to a boiling point fast and Trinity couldn't understand where that came from. It certainly didn't help her control either as the 'fingers' of her powers began to sift through the crowd.

Try as she might Trinity was having a hard time reeling her powers back in. This had never happened before to her and an instant after her mind left that thought she was grateful they had. Trinity knew John's 'signature' now and when she brushed him she recognized him instantly, but this other thing she didn't know. Her bright blue eyes began to scan the crowd until she came across a guy that looked like he belonged more at a rock concert than at this club.

Trinity had to really concentrate, trying to use her power more to pull him to her than her voice as the club music was so loud. She pulled the 'fingers' of her power around him, wrapping him up in her power and pushing gently at him to get his attention. Her eyes flicked back to John as she watched him stand and offer his hand to the woman he was with. Trinity groaned not being able to do two things at once. She prayed that John didn't kill her or she would be force to hunt him down.

Centering her attentions back on the blond, she locked eyes with him. A playful smirk crossed his lips as he watched her and she felt his pull beat along her skin like wings of a bird. Trinity slowly pulled her powers back as to not be too noticeable to him as she began to step forward, moving toward him while her body still swayed to the music. Trinity could feel the guy behind her spark an interest into where she was headed. She hoped this wouldn't get ugly fast, but she couldn't do much in a crowded public place.

Trinity took slow steps like she was being pulled to the blond, pressing her body against his as she kissed him. She could feel the guy's hands on her a moment before it actually happened. He yanked her back from the blond, but she refused to look at him. Trinity was playing it off like she only had eyes for this new guy. Trinity pushed at the guy before stepping to the blond again, pressing herself up against him like she couldn't get enough. She whispered to him, knowing full well the powers that her voice had, "Let's leave this place, find someplace nice and dark."

Again the guy grabbed her and pulled her back. Trinity kept her face clear of the groan she felt inside at the guy's insistence that she was with him. Trinity's eyes moved over the blond's features, he was new, she had never seen him before. In the end it didn't matter, she was on the hunt doing what she loved to do.

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The music was loud, pounding, some Techno European crap, Bowie had never cared for. His mind sifted over the glowing embers of the minds of the people around him. If he could exert his will on the right victim they'd follow straight to his dinner table. That is if he could manage to maintain his concentration that long, but even as a human Bowie never had the patience for such Bullshit. Now, that he was strong, fast, the top of the food chain, if anyone got between him him and supper they would bleed.

He may just take the juiciest person he found here and drag her outside without any of the subtle suggestion bullshit, Allejandro kept on about. Bowie was a straight forward sort-especially when his bloodlust was simmering-which was usually-and he enjoyed the struggle and the violence and the animalistic feral spilling of blood.

He had just about singled out a juicy looking blond when he recognized another Vampire. He craned his head around seeing another male whom had already chosen a blond waitress.

He had good taste, and Bowie started toward them to with every intention of ripping this rival's head off and taking his supper for himself, but as he reached about halfway he felt another presence and teasing caress like a silk sheet blowing in the wind to brush against his arm.

He stopped and turned to look at her. She was gorgeous. A real grade A, fine peice of ass. Seems his would be competitor had missed out-the dumb-ass had not chosen the finest of the flock afterall.

He smirked arrogantly and began to stretch out his senses trying to draw her to him one eye on his dumb-ass rival-if he tried to interfere-well for his sake he better mind his own fucking business.

It was working she was being drawn to him, and Bowie stifled his surprise he usually just had to give up and take his meals the good old fashioned way.

The guy she had been with stopped her, and Bowie had a murderous impulse to rip the loser's head off right there, but fortunately his old on his prey was still strong and she pushed against him to reach Bowie.

"Let's leave this place, find someplace nice and dark."

"My thoughts exactly, scrumptious," He replied.

"Hey," Her dancing partner said pulling her back to him, "C'mon babe let's do some dancing." He glanced to Bowie. "Sorry dude. Better luck tomorr-mmmff."

Bowie's hand lanced out clamping over the bastard's mouth. He pulled him close and used enough mental presence as well as the impact of the sudden violence to impress upon the mind of the man the depth of his words. "Fuck off!"

He threw the man back causing him to stumble into some of the other patrons of the club. He scrambled back to his feet and stared at Bowie. Bowie stared back an arm snaking possesively around his chosen prey. He hoped the man tried to fight. It had been years since Allejandro let him kill anyone other than for feeding, and he missed the sheer mindless joy of dismembering some hapless fucker.

Trinity knew it would not end well if the guy she was dancing with kept trying to drag her away. She was rather annoyed at the man for making a claim on her. Blondie took care of him and yet that was not what she wished for. She could see the longing in his eyes to finish the guy off. He was just looking for a reason and Trinity had to find some way to distract him. She pressed closer to him and even leaned in to him to capture his lips.

About the same time her lips pressed to blondies she felt the grunt of satisfaction before she was swamped with a hunger she never felt before. Trinity tried not to let this new sensation startle her as she pulled back from the blond’s lips. She shook it off and smiled to him trying to move him from the club before anyone else decided she needed their help. Not knowing where the new sensation came from, Trinity tucked it away to examine it later. She had to stay sharp for the vamp in front of her.

Sliding her hand in his she began to lead him toward the back where she knew of a side door that led out into the alleyway. She let her hips sway with the promise of pleasures into the night. Glancing back over her shoulder, Trinity smiled to him before opening the door and pulling him out into the darkness. The only light close to brightening the darkness was along the street, which was at least a good 20 feet from them. She ran her hand over the door frame, knowing personally of a nail she kept there for just this purpose. Trinity felt the sting of the cut into her finger and even gave off a hiss as if she caught some splinter, “Owww.” She glanced at her finger watching the blood well up before her eyes flicked over to blondie.

Trinity wouldn’t know his name, but then again she didn’t know many of their names. She was too intent on destroying them than getting to know them. Her mind traveled just briefly to John, wondering if he was behaving himself or if she was going to have to hunt him down later.

Trinity’s blue eyes flicked from her finger to the new vampire in front of her. Well new to her at least. She slowly began to back up, intending to press her back to the wall. Her smile to him was one of dark promises she intended to fulfill. Reaching her hand out to him, she intentionally used the hand that she cut to draw him to her. “Come sexy, let’s have some fun.” Trinity watched as the vampire began to stalk her. The look in his eyes was enough to know she had him and he wasn’t going to get away.

Bowie

"Come on then," Bowie smirked at the human, "Or are you too chicken-shit?" He was goading the man on his tone mocking. He hoped the pussy would take the bait, he wanted some violence before enjoying his meal.

Just as he was about to pull out his little partner to use on the man the scrumptious peice of ass in his arms pressed up against him. She placed her lips against his. Thoughts of eviscerating the loser before him was placed on the back burner as her kiss suddenly increased with a hunger that nearly matched his own. Bowie wrapped his arms around her fondling squeezing.

Taking him by the hand she led Bowie to a side door her hips a sexy metronome that served as a mouth-watering taunt to his eyes. They were outside in an alley behind the club. She muttered an oath as a splinter from the doorframe cut her.

The sweet sweet smell of her blood flooded his nostril and went straight down to his groin. Bowie licked his lips truly desiring this human version of a happy meal. He hadn't gotten a hard-on for a human in years. No he usually got his rocks off in one of Allejandro's willing vampire sluts. It was really the only reason he put up with the pretentious bastard giving orders to him.

Okay, okay, the sluts and the fact that Allejandro had a way of giving him the creeps-and that was saying something.

The yummy peice of ass backed up against the wall of the building across from him. She raised her hand beckoningly towards him. A tantalising drop of blood hanging off the cut of her index finger. “Come sexy, let’s have some fun.”

"Oh I plan on it, darling," He said with an evil grin. "But first things first." He reached behind him. "They call me, Bowie, but that's not my name." He pulled out the large shining Bowie knife from the holster at the small of his back. "They call me that because of my little partner here." He raised it up in front of her face so she could get a good look at it. "And me and my partner have a deal, scrumptious." He grabbed her arm and ran the blunt side along her cheek. "And that deal is that he always gets the first taste."

Trinity watched Bowie pull the knife from the small of his back. She hadn't even noticed it in the club when she wrapped herself around him. Damn John for taking her mind off of her job for 5 seconds. She was so going to pay him back for this! Trinity's eyes watched the glimmer of the street light so far away play on the blade of the knife. She feigned fear as the blunt part brushed over her cheek. She really didn't need him sticking her with it, but if a slice down her arm would get him where she needed him then she was willing to deal with a bit of pain.

Trinity's voice softened, trying to use her voice to sway him, "Please Bowie...anything you want it is yours." Trinity was used to the vampires that were only looking for a meal, not ones that were dark and evil enough to play games such as this one. There were only a few she actually had to fight but that was years ago and even then she almost lost her life to them.

Trinity was not looking forward to what was coming up. She continued to act as if she was afraid that he was going to hurt her. She even opened herself to any push he may try to give her to calm her down, yet he seem to love the thrill of the fear he gave to people. Trinity let her heart sped up and the light sheen dot over her skin as she started to shake against Bowie's grip.

She was actually pretty proud of her acting ability when it came to vampires, though she wasn't stupid. Trinity knew they could kill her in an instant if they used normal human means. Yet most of them just thought about draining her dry and that is what made them vulnerable. She pressed herself up against the wall even more, trying to get away from the sharp blade as he ran it over her skin. Her breath quickened, waiting for the push that never came.

Again she picked up on the hunger and the physical satisfaction, yet this time the hunger was abating and the satisfaction grew to it's own hunger. Feeling her body tighten with the sensation she pushed at it again, trying to push it away. It seemed like the more she kept her wall open and her powers close to her the more she picked up on. Trinity knew it wasn't Bowie she was picking up on. She felt his hunger beat at her as well as his evil intent to do some damage before he fed. She fought the new sensation as she tried to center her attention again to the vampire in front of her.

The click of her heels quickening on the wet pavement served as a willing distraction as Elysia closed on the club. Her anxiety rose quickly as the sound of the music elevated, her hands quickly tightening around the front of her jacket, pulling it tighter around her. She had a choice on the route she could take home from the artist hub. The first route involved a mass of darkened blocks lined with hauntingly vacant warehouses. She had taken that way home once and it resulted in a rather brutal mugging. So, she opted for the second route. While it took her straight passed one of the busiest nightclubs in the city, at least it was lined with streetlamps and remained constantly busy despite the early hours of the morning she often found herself trudging home in. Yes it was busy and often lined with drunken brutes and equally drunken sleazy women, but at least while there were people around no one would get hurt.

“Four more blocks, Elle…four more blocks and you’ll be home.” With a deep, shaky breath Elysia attempted to calm and reassure herself. As she neared the club a sharp, desperate plea jolted through her current state of focus and shocked her heart to a stop.

"Please Bowie...anything you want it is yours."

Elysia froze as a new wave of fear washed through her body. In stunned silence her emerald eyes gazed downed the darkened alleyway, what little she could see was illuminated from the flickering streetlamp by her side. A tall, muscled blonde brute had a rather fragile looking woman pinned against a wall at knife-point. Images flashed in her mind violently as her memory recalled the violent attack she suffered through only months before by the abandoned warehouses.

Dark, feral eyes burned into her minds-eye as the vivid memory of the cool, sharp blade pressed dangerously at her neck shattered through her. She could feel his icy hand brutally squeezing her breasts as the blade twitched against the fragile skin of her neck. She could still hear his voice sadistically coo in her ear as his icy breath seemingly froze her in place…”This…here, little one, is my friend…and he eagerly wishes to meet you…”

Another scream startled her from her violent memory and drew her attention back to the savage attack before her. No…not again. No one will ever hurt you like I was. Without further thought she stealthily made her way down the alleyway, her eyes intent on the sadistic assailant. She was determined to make him suffer as she had endured, the sick fuck deserved every bit of pain he got, and he was mad if he thought he could get away with hurting the poor woman.

Before she knew she was just a stride behind him, with a rather heavy, broken bottle grasped tightly in her trembling hand. Her heart was beating wildly, yet her breath was controlled, her mind focused on him, and without thinking she pounced, slamming the bottle brutally against the base of his head with all her strength. She watched in her darkened haze as flickers of glass trickled down his shoulders and fell upon the ground, a deep gash instantly opening and soaking his denim jacket in blood.

"Get the fuck off her!" Elysia had no idea where this sudden surge of bravery and courage came from, and the anger in her voice shocked her. But she was far too deep now to back away, and she stood firmly, her emerald eyes burning angrily into the now blood-soaked broad denim shoulders before her. She could almost hear the fear that pulsed through her blood and caused her body to tremble beyond her control. She wouldn't let this woman get hurt, even if it cost her her life.

Bowie

"And me and my partner have a deal, scrumptious." He grabbed her arm and ran the blunt side along her cheek. "And that deal is that he always gets the first taste."

"Please Bowie...anything you want it is yours."

He laughed at that. Her soft words, stoking a predatory sickness within him that had made him a killer even before he became a monster. Back when he was human he had a taste for blondes. He and his little partner-yes their partnership had started long before he had turned into a vampire-had gotten a sick thrill off the fear and terror they could cause in blonde women.

Suddenly a sharp impact slammed across the back of his head. Bowie staggered a step to the side pulling his little partner away from his prey. His other hand went to the back of his head to the throbbing wound was and returned smeared with broken glass and blood-his blood.

"Get the fuck off her!"

Growling he turned on his new assailant. she was just a girl. His hand lanced out with all the enhanced speed being a vampire gave him and wrapped his fingers around the wrist of the hand that held the broken beer bottle that she had used on him. He twisted and threw her hard against the side of a nearby dumpster. He turned sticking his little partner in the other's face and casting a strong pulse of compulsion to her. "Don't move a muscle, scrumptious." He turned back to the would-be hero. "This won't take but a second."

The moment the crash of broken glass sounded and Bowie staggered away from her, Trinity's eyes flicked up to see the blond haired woman standing behind him. The broken bottle end in her hand as fear swept over her face, yet she stood there determined to protect Trinity from this man.

Trinity stepped forward just as Bowie grabbed the blond and threw her into the dumpster. Her eyes flicked back to Bowie as she felt it, the push he gave to her to stay where she was. Trinity's heart raced and this time from real fear, fear that this woman was going to get herself killed trying to protect Trinity.

Trinity groaned inside whipping out her powers to wrap around Bowie. Her voice soft yet strong as she stepped closer to him as he made his way to the blond woman on the ground, "Come Bowie you don't wish to take her, you want to play with me don't you?" Try as she might she was unable to pull Bowie back to her, the blood lust and desire to do as much damage to the one that damaged him pushed all of her abilities away from him.

Trinity did what she didn't want to do. She wanted this to be nice and easy like most of the other times and yet it wasn't going to be. The moment she made her move she felt John close by. That was all she needed was two of them to deal with. Trinity came up behind Bowie as quickly as possible, trying to sweep his legs from under him as she turned to dive her body on top of the blond.

Trinity heard her soft breath and knew she was still alive, yet the impact with the dumpster had knocked her a bit senseless. Trinity prayed there were no broken bones or permanent damage. She used her own body as a way to protect the blond feeling slightly responsible that she hadn't taken better precautions with Bowie.

Walking down the street John was nearing the club again,feeling revived and sated, he was ready to face Trinity now..but he suddenly felt her presents..only her aura wasnt calm,in fact he felt real fear from her and then he felt the vile stench of a monster, Suddenly John was running...he had to help her..and that thought almost brought him to a full stop...what if this was some trick?..surely she has faced these demons before? But her emanations where too powerful to ignore and soon he found him self looking down an alley way, and watching her move between the Blond and some girl, quickly realizing her fear was not for herself..Seeing the blond monster closing on an some girl, Trinity had thrown her self her power flaring like the sun, between them but John knew the monsters mind was out of reach ,closing the distance quicly he slammed Blondie in the the dumpster Only dazing him, John knew and then he pured his own thoughts in to him ..thoughts of abject fear...total loss of control..because these thoughts, where the things he knew this monster feared more than any thing..

Bloodied bruised and madd, John crouched ready for battle ,because this one was very dangerous and far from beaten yet..looking to Trinity John sent her a message .."fear" loss of "control" send!..and hoped she would understand..

The moment the blonde attacker turned Elysia knew she wouldn’t get out of this uninjured, let alone alive. The man towered over her in every aspect. Just the size of his hands alone would crush her easily in their grasp. She watched as his feral stare darkened and became glazed with a deeper lust of blood. Her emerald eyes widened as his hand violently gripped her wrist and caused her hand to pulse feverishly. Before she could blink he had her flying violently through the air and crumbling against the dumpster on the opposite side of the alleyway.

"Don't move a muscle, scrumptious."

It took several moments for Elysia to become aware of what had just happened. Her stunned mind worked feverishly to comprehend what had just occurred. Her entire body ached but an intense piercing pain dulled all other pain to minuscule proportions. Slowly she opened her eyes to find she had landed head-first into the dumpster, her back now towards her attacker. Her hand twitched unconsciously at the thought, and another bolt of pain violently shattered through her entire body. Slowly she lowered her gaze to find a large shard of the broken bottle had disappeared into her side, her now trembling hand dripping in her own blood.

"This won't take but a second."

Elysia vaguely heard the man's voice, but each word seemingly blurred into the next until it was a simple murmur outside her current consciousness. Her ears rung heavily in an almost deafening hum and her body began to tremble beyond her control, not from fear but from shock and pain. Her eyes remained glued to her hand and she watched as her own blood spilled onto her trembling hand and to the ground. Each agonizing breath shallowly panted from her lips, but her mind remained on the woman. Had she got away? Surely she had given the woman enough time to escape…perhaps to get help?

"Come Bowie you don't wish to take her, you want to play with me don't you?"

Before Elysia had a chance to turn her fears were answered. A sudden warmth blanketed over her trembling form, the brutal impact pushing her body onto the broken bottle. She couldn’t help the small yelp that escaped her lips as she felt the sharp glass rip deeper into her side. The woman hadn’t escaped! Elysia tried to speak but the only sound that left her lips was an agonising breath. She tried to move to ease the pressure on the glass, but her small movements aided with the body above her only served to push the glass deeper.

She needed to fight, needed to save the woman, but the more she fought for control of her body, the more pain agonizingly tore through her body. She tried to focus her mind to stop herself going into further shock and the growing darkness that threatened to overcome her, but the pain was too much. Each breath pulsed more pain through her sending the world around her to spin into a morph of colours and mumbled sounds. Breathe…just breathe Elle. Her body began to shake violently, the world continued to spin until her mind was unable to take anymore and she hesitantly succumbed to the darkness.

Bowie

"Come Bowie you don't wish to take her, you want to play with me don't you?"

The scrumptious little thing did not obey his compulsion. That didn't really surprise him-Bowie really had never mastered the mental aspects of being a Vampire-he much preferred the sheer blatant physical exertion rather than the mamby-pamby subtle suggestion bullshit Allejandro harped on about. Also the fact that her emotions were up made his compulsion on her iffy at best-emotions tended to cloud things.

So, she stepped between him and the would-be do-gooder. She tried to sweep his legs out from under him but only managed to make him stagger back before regaining his feet. She had fallen atop the do-gooder trying to shield her with her body.

Bowie snarled at her, "If you want something done right make it bleed." He raised the hand holding his little partner up to begin the fulfilling task of slicing flesh into red-dripping ribbons. He wanted to hear her screams as he and his little partner sliced her open, back before he became a vampire it was all he ever lived for.

But just as he was making his swing someone else collided into him knocking him down into the side of the dumpster and the recoil from the impact made him bounce off and roll over the two girls to the middle of the alley. His little partner skittered over the alley floor out of his grasp.

He spun over on his back to look up at his newest assailant to find his would-be rival standing above. "These are mine," Bowie fumed at the other vampire, "Fuck off, loser. I don't share my prey."

"fear." The other vampire said. A simple word but with the compulsive equivalent of a sledgehammer to Bowie's brain. He struggled to shake off the effect. His heart was racing. He wasn't going down like this. Like some yellow chicken-shit weakling easy-prey for anyone with strong mental mumbo jumbo.

Seeing his struggle the new one added, "Loss of control."

Bowie scampered back searching frantically for his little partner. He needed it. Once he found it he was cut this punk so deep and so bad everyone within a three mile radius was going to bleed.

Where was it?

There it was between a trash can and a discarded old television set. His fingers curled over it like shaking hands with a long-lost friend. Now things with this new-comer will be...

Bowie looked up to the other end of the alley, and a man that stood there. He was pale even for another vampire-an albino- with stark white hair and brilliant gold eyes. He wore a broad-brim hat, a black trenchcoat, bolero tie, red silk scarf, black waistcoat and pants, and snakeskin boots with silver spurs. In his hand was a cane with an ivory handle. He regarded them all but those cold golden eyes focused on Bowie and never left.

"A...Alle...Allejandro," Bowie gulped bringing the knife up between him and the one vampire he truly feared in the world.

"My dear compadre, Bowie," The man said amicably with a thick spanish accent, "You have gotten into quite a mess now haven't you?"

"I can explain," Bowie stammered.

"Oh," Allejandro said sauntering forward closer making Bowie scoot backward to the other Vampire's feet, "Explain to me then, my dear amigo, what part of 'Stay inside' was so difficult for you to comprende?"

"I was hungry?" He said petulantly. This wasn't going well. Allejandro was not one to forgive lightly. The odds were that he was not going to survive Allejandro's wrath. He would have to risk a move-drive his little partner into his heart suddenly without warning at the first sign of distraction, and hope he beat those odds.

"And I would've looked the other way if you hadn't been discovered by the society's lapdog." He smiled a serpeant smile over to the other vampire.

Now was his chance. Bowie vaulted up to his feet thrusting his knife forward for the center of Allejandro's chest.

Without his smile faltering or his eyes averting from where they were locked with the other vampire's his hands went into motion at blurring speed one swing two...

The hand still firmly clutching his little partner landed on the alley floor followed closely by Bowie's head and then finally the rest of his body. Allejandro slid the saber half back into his cane and asked the other vampire. "Por favor amigo, would you care to clean this up? That is what you do for a vocation, correct?" He turned and began to saunter back the way he had entered the alley. "Hasta la manana."

He left them whistling the tune from the last movie he had seen in a theater some fifty or sixty years before. The movie had been good not like the ones these days and the audience had been especially yummy that night. On the second verse he sung out the words. "...If I only had a heart..."

Trinity watched as Bowie moved toward her with that glint in his eye. Afraid to leave the blond unguarded she placed her hand on her lower back, feeling her shake under Trinity. Taking a deep breath as Bowie sailed into the dumpster before rolling over top of them. Trinity heard the sound of his knife sliding away from him as her eyes locked with John’s.

Relief almost swept over her at the sight of John, but she trampled that feeling down as well when the thought that he was fighting with Bowie just to take the blond for himself. Trinity struggled to take her weight from the blond the moment she went still. Settling on the balls of her feet beside the woman, ready to attack should Bowie come back toward them.

As Trinity readied herself she felt the push from John…..fear……loss of control. Her eyebrow rose toward John, but his eyes were already turning toward Bowie. Her heart raced yet not from fear for herself, but fear for the blond woman beside her. Her hand again brushed over the woman’s back and felt it rising and falling but more shallow this time. Her heart picked up yet another racing pace as the thought slid through her mind the damage the woman may have received at the hands of Bowie.

Trinity’s eyes flicked back and forth between Bowie, John and the woman beside her. She tried to turn the blond woman over and keep her eyes on the two vampires, which was tough to do. Her trust was more in John than it was in Bowie and that feeling left her questioning her loyalties, much less her own mind.

Trinity finally got the blond turned over, her eyes scanned quickly before looking back to Bowie as she watch him begin to panic, trying to find his knife. Trinity glanced again as the image of broken glass and blood finally sunk in. Her hands quickly ripping her top from her, not caring about the two vampires at this point as she covered the wound in her own shirt.

The cool night air brushed over her skin that was now only covered by her lace bra. She shivered slightly in the night, but refused to let the coolness get to her as she tried to tend to the blond. Her eyes flicked back at the sound of a new voice. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of yet another vampire…..she was so screwed now!!

She caught glimpses of what happened, but even her eyes couldn’t follow the movement. All she realized was afterwards was Bowie was dead, a dark man was walking from them whistling and John’s eyes flicked back and forth between her and the man that Bowie had called Allejandro.

Glancing back at the woman, Trinity knew she needed to get the blond to a hospital as quickly as possible. Trinity could see the debate in John’s eyes about staying or going. Her heart even went out to him even though she knew John could be just as dangerous as any other vampire out there.

Trinity wasn’t monitoring her thoughts or even the fact that her ‘walls’ were down. She kept saying to herself she needed to get the blond to the hospital and wondering if John was going to help her or get in her way. Her eyes moved over his face as she felt the tug on her insides. Everything about her wanted to turn to him and yet she knew that could be really dangerous…at least for her.

John watched the blond very carefully, he seemed to be confused ,but then spying something he quickly reached of it ..and suddenly John wished he hadn't let him, as a large Knife flashed in to his vision. The feral look, told John that the push hadn't worked, he was too primitive to let things like thought control his actions...so we get to do this the hard way, John thought grimly.
Bracing him self falling into a fighting stance, he is surprised to see fear on the blond monsters face..maybe the push...then he felt it and swinging around just as the monster spoke, John almost spoke out loud..."SHIT!"

"A...Alle...Allejandro,"

John knew this one, very dangerous and intelligent he had only ever crossed paths with his minions before, but he knew him by his feel. Alexandro.. presents was a major complication to an already problematic situation, suddenly he knew he had to hide Trinity from him and pushed his "foot print" out, covering hers. Sending a message to her .."hide" hoping she would understand, he dared not send more lest Alexandro pic it up and get curious.

He didn't miss the comment about being a lap dog but decided to let it pass,aside from being true to a certain extent, Alexandro's attention seemed to be centered on the blond, and John wanted to keep it that way.
He watched the exchange between them cautiously, his stance shifting to face the newcomer as the blond backed up suddenly seemingly unaware of Johns presents, then springing forward..instantly John knew it was a bad idea and in a flash, he watched the blonds head get separated from his body. Alexandro then turned his attention to John..giving orders John bristled but stayed quiet..to much was at stake to get into a pissing match.

He watched him saunter out of the alley and only when he was sure he was gone did he turn his attention back to Trinity.
Realizing she was open at this moment , he felt her concern for the girl was paramount, he felt her unspoken plea for help, and the questions he him self had been asking about her .Then turning his attention to the girl he felt how close she was to losing consciousness and only now realized how hurt she is...and a strange softness and sadness to her mind....suddenly he scoops her up gently, almost pushing Trinity out of the way mindless that he even touched her, then turns to her speaking quickly..

"..try and keep up..she will need you.."

Turning again towards the street, John uses his considerable strength and speed to run to the hospital,his mind diving deep into the girls mind, encouraging her, keeping her conscience . he finds a soft world of art and thought, a strange innocents and a deep loneliness. In her state she doesn't really know someone else in there with her, so he begins to carry on a conversation of sorts. As he speeds to the emergency room. He sorts through her memories and private thoughts embarrassed of his violation but increasingly curious..she is difernt from most..seductive in her own way he knows he will see her again. Almost there now he slows down as he approached the ER ..hoping Trinity is close behind. She is so alive this little one he thinks as he reaches out and pushes a nurse to call for help before she even knows why..

Tranquillity, serenity, peace…such things had never existed in the realms of Elysia’s soul. Yet, as she laid with her eyes closed, each state seemingly poured into her soul and replaced all the negativity that once happily ate at her spirit. She simply laid there, unable to move as a strange warmth washed through her. Last she remembered she was in an alleyway with a man…yes a blonde brutal man with an aura that screamed of bloodlust and sadistic pleasures. And a woman! Fear suddenly raced through Elysia’s mind and she bolted upright, her eyes frantically searching for the woman she had been trying to save. Yet instead she found she was no longer in the putrid alleyway.

She sat in stunned awe at her new surroundings. The dreaded darkness of night was now replaced by the soft warmth of the sun which sat proudly in the sky, its warmth dancing upon her skin and seemingly warming her very soul. There was no fowl stench of rotting rodent corpses and masses of garbage…no, all her senses were flooded with the aromas of lavender, sunflowers and other floral senses she couldn’t recognise. Cautiously Elysia turned and scanned her new surroundings to find that she now sat snugly in a mass of lavender and wild flowers. Every way she looked there were only more flowers. It was an endless plane of a calming beauty that she had never seen before. Yet, she wasn’t calm. She had no idea how she got here, or where the woman was, or the assailant for that matter. She searched her mind frantically trying to remember how on earth she came to be here…but the more she thought the more she realised she had no idea where ‘here’ was.

Elysia jumped to her feet and continued to scan the area desperately searching for anyone, anything that she would recognise. But there was nothing…nothing but bloody flowers. She started to walk, the direction she didn’t know, nor did it matter. It was all the same, the further she walked the more flowers she fell upon. Such a place held the power to calm even the most angry, unsettled person, but she couldn’t be calm. She needed to know where she was, where everyone had got to. Her heart began to pound heavily in her chest as her desperation peaked. She ran anxiously, the flowers whipping at her calves, the sun blaring against her view as tears began to stream down her cheeks. Her breath heaved from her chest, her wheat-coloured hair falling wildly about her shoulders, her heart pounding in her chest as she ran, her footsteps heavy upon the unyielding ground below her.

Suddenly the ground simply fell from her and she collapsed heavily into small pond, the cooling water enveloping her instantly and drawing her under the surface. She kicked and flailed desperately trying to resurface, but the more she struggled the more the water pulled her down. Her lungs began to ache and her head began to pound dizzily, both desperate for air. Her body began to weaken, her every muscle screaming in agony as she continued to fight, but she was helpless…what was the point in fighting? The more she fought the more she was dragged down and suffocated. A growing darkness began to swirl around her, caressing her soul to a calming state. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to give into it and let the darkness take her and free her.

“No, keep fighting, little one…”

The voice flowed over her mind and seeped easily into her psyche; the deep, sensual, husky tone had an almost hypnotic effect. Yet, it was a voice she had never known. She instantly wanted to obey the voice’s plea, but she physically couldn’t. Finally she stopped kicking and gave into the powerful water that surrounded her and let it take her as it wished. To her surprise it didn’t pull her down, instead it loosened its grip and gently guided her weakened form to the surface. She felt as if her body were being carried softly to heaven by the strong, loving arms of an angel. As soon as her body surfaced she gasped desperately for air, the cooling air dulling the ache in her lungs to a minor chill. She simply floated on her back, her arms gracefully floating by her sides as she settled herself into deep breathing. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her surroundings. She loved the sound of the birds, the wind in the trees, the way the water made droppling sounds as it swirled around her. She was weightless; the burden of the world drifting away and she sighed with content and let her mind drift in and out of thought as a notion suddenly hit her. Wait – birds? Trees?

Elysia opened her eyes to find the almost blinding sun had now turned into soft moonbeams. Weakly she swam her way to the water’s edge and sat on the grass under a beautiful large tree, her feet swirling in the water’s depths. She watched silently as a warm breeze glided softly over the water’s surface, the moon’s reflection danced with the twinkling stars while its beams bathed the surface in a mystifying silver glow. It was enchanting, mystical, mesmerising, and she couldn’t take her eyes away. She watched as little ripples of water danced away from her feet and began to swirl into a mass of strange colours until they took on the form of random images. She gazed upon the water’s surface in astonishment as each image appeared and she instantly recognised them.

The first image was her smiling parents, their faces beaming with pride and joy. She was no older than three and her father had her child form cradled in his arms. A strange sense of love fluttered through her veins as she remembered her parents tenderly.

“Yes, little one, focus on that feeling, do not let it go…”

But just as quickly as the image appeared, it vanished, the colours swirling and morphing into a new image. Elysia’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the colours meld into a vision of her parents, this time trapped upside down in a car, glass shattered into their skin, their eyes cold and lifeless as blood poured from their wounds. She saw her child form, now no older than 5, trapped in the back seat screaming in anguish. That was the day her world had been violently ripped from her, forcing her to a life of constant abuse of foster homes and loneliness. The love that had just flooded her soul quickly dissipated and shattered as the intense pain shot through her mind and body. The deep pain continued to build inside of her as she gazed at the image. She looked at the image until the pain become unbearable and she looked to the sky as another wave of tears fell down her cheeks. Elysia’s chest heaved and a deep gripe of pain burst from her throat as the tears broke free and echoed amongst the trees surrounding her. The darkness that had encased her within the water now began to grow and swirl around her and the need to succumb to its promise of freedom and peace rose quickly.

“No, stay with me. Do not give in. Fight, little one, fight…”

No…no, no, no. No more fighting. Elysia was tired of fighting. She had spent her entire life fighting for a better life, fighting to fill the emptiness that pierced her soul the day her parents died. Yet the more she fought the more the emptiness grew into a vicious abyss of self hatred. The more she struggled against its growing force, the more life threw hardships at her weakening spirit. Yes, at times her efforts were rewarded, only to have what little faith she had that her dreams may come true crushed. It was an unyielding, torturous cycle that had finally taken its toll. Her paintings had eased her pain at times, it served as an outlet. But the attack was the last straw…Elysia had lost her faith in humanity. There was no kindness, no purity, no innocence, no love. There was just violence, hatred, pain and evil. There was no point in fighting, not anymore.

Elysia continued to look into the tornado of darkness that now threatened to sweep her away. Her heart fluttered painfully as she silently begged the darkness to take her.

“No, little one. Please fight, there is so much more for you to fight for. Your paintings, yes, remember your works and the love you so beautifully put on canvas…”

Elysia closed her eyes as the images of all her works flashed before her mind’s eye. She watched as her every dream, every desire, every need pulsed from the paintings and shot through her body. Her heart and soul battled violently with her need to be free of her pain and her desire for a life of her dreams. It caused her body to tremble, her heart lurching painfully as the battle grew.

“Why?! Why fight?” She screamed into the tornado of darkness.

“Because, you deserve what you seek.”

“But it doesn’t exist, there is only pain. Please, let me take it away, please?” Her plea rang in her ears as the tornado grew and began to lift her from the grass below her.

“Oh, how wrong you are, little one. Trust, just trust in what you deserve. Don’t let go of your dreams, fight…fight!”

The hypnotic, beautiful voice urged her to fight. An anguish scream ripped from her throat as her tears streamed down her face and the swirling tornado of darkness lifted violently into the air above her and dissipated instantly. Elysia gazed as darkness that had just surrounded her disappeared to reveal an intense blinding light. Yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The light filled her with such a forceful power of hope that she couldn’t let it go, no she wouldn’t. She watched the light grow and surround her, the world around her changing and morphing, the light growing and encasing her until it flashed violently and sunk into her chest.

Elysia sat up, gasping as the light flooded her soul and allowed the world around her to come into focus. She willed her eyes to focus, her eyes slowly making their way around the room. There was a small rather pathetic looking window to her right which illuminated the already starkly white room to blinding proportions. A light blue curtain draped around the small bed that she lay upon, a small plastic chair peeping between the crack between the curtain and the wall. Dials, buttons and cords all sat at the wall behind her head with a steel arm holding a half filled bag of fluids that dripped into the needle that pierced her skin on her wrist. Her attention was quickly pulled away by the soft touch at her hand. She turned quickly to find the woman from the alleyway sitting worryingly by her side, the woman’s eyes gazing desperately into hers as if silently pleading for Elysia to speak.

Before she realized it John almost knocked her down grasping the blond. Trinity’s gasp caught in her throat as he turned back to her telling her to keep up. She blinked and he was gone down the alleyway and around the corner. Trinity jumped to her feet, ignoring the fact she had ripped her shirt from her to help the woman.

Quickly she moved down the street toward the hospital and even half way there she lost sight of John and the woman. She prayed that he wouldn’t let her down. She rounded the corner, running all out toward the hospital where she found the blond on a gurney being wheeled into the hospital’s ER doors. Trinity glanced around quickly trying to find John but not a trace of him was close by.

Trinity sighed heavily as she whispered, “Thanks John,” before darting into the ER.

She grabbed the attention of the first nurse she could find, letting her know that she had found the blond and wanted to wait for her. Trinity didn’t know what the woman’s name was but was willing to help her in any way that she could. Her heart raced while she waited to hear some news about the blonde’s condition.

Before long, the nurse came to get Trinity and took her back to the room where the blond was resting after surgery. The nurse told her that there was internal bleeding but that they were able to stop it and the blond should rest. It would be a few weeks before the blond would be able to get around without some type of help seeing as her stitches could easily be torn, both inside and out.

Trinity agreed to watch over her, unsure if she had any family close by. Sitting in the chair close by she laid her hand on the blonde’s, waiting for her to regain consciousness. Only then did Trinity calm down enough to realize that she was open to everything around her. Her heart picked up a beat again as she slowly dragged herself together, wrapping her power around her like a blanket.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Trinity thought on the new vampire that appeared, the look on John’s face and what it could all mean. The original plan to get rid of Bowie still happened, just not by her hand and not without a victim in it all. The slightest movement brought Trinity back to the hospital room and the blond. Trinity’s eyes glancing over the woman before moving up to her eyes. Trinity tried to wait to see if the woman would say anything, almost hoping that she would not remember any of what had happened to her.

Trinity tried to think of what she could say. She didn’t want to tell her things that she may not remember. Trinity took a deep breath and began, “I’m Trinity….I found you….you were injured and I got you here. You are in a hospital and everything is fine, but you need someone to be with you for a few weeks. What is your name? Do you have family that I need to contact?”

Trinity knew she was saying too much as a dazed look came over the blond. She waited for the blond to let what she had said sink in. Staying by her side to keep an eye on her.

Sacrebleu Manor

A scream of rage echoed through the halls, followed by a loud crash and running footsteps.

Renee stood still and poised as the door of the den opened suddenly. She even smiled.

“I seem to have made a little mess.” She said in a sweet girlish voice. “Have someone come in and clean that up for me?”

The staff member who had dashed in upon hearing her little burst of frustration glanced around the room, eyebrows raised. On the far side of the room lay a pile of splintered wood and bits of unidentifiable debris. There was too much for it to have been a chair, but there was no telling what it had once been. It was firewood now.

Renee began to pace as the door closed once more. She was unhappy. There was something wrong in her little kingdom and she didn’t like it, not one bit. The soft soles of her MaryJanes barely made a sound as she walked back and forth, occasionally kicking a bit of wood out of her path.

John hadn’t reported back yet. That was unusual. With his talents he always completed a job as soon as he located the intended target. He should have brought her the lovely news that the problem was solved and that…creature…was dead. Instead she had heard nothing and it was making her very unhappy. And when she was unhappy…

The door opened again and two of the lower females entered, moving quickly to tidy up the mess of broken wood on the floor. Renee stopped her pacing to watch them. They threw her quick, nervous glances now and then which pleased her. She struck a pose waiting for them to finish their task and really look at her.

Her long black hair had been plaited into two long braids tied off with little red bows. They hung down the front of her pristine white shirt making a delightful contrast. A skirt of plaid pleats that brushed her legs just above her knee and a pair of high white socks went with her little girl shoes to complete her ensemble. It was one of her favorite looks. So sweet, so innocent…so misleading.

She toyed with one of her braids and absently sent out a curt call with just a hint of a sting, a mental summons to bring John to her. She could have connected with his mind if she had wanted. Could have gotten all the information she needed without having to bring him here. But she wanted to see him, wanted to hear what he had to say in his own voice. Besides, she’d found a way to improve her mood and entertain herself until he arrived.

One of the women glanced up at Renee and their eyes connected. Renee vaguely remembered this one. A sweet tasting little blond who had struggled delightfully…at first. Renee tilted her head a bit and smiled, looking so like the little school girl, but her eyes sparkled with an unholy glee. Renee crooked a finger and the blond stood, a bit slowly and reluctantly, her eyes darting around the room looking for an escape. It made Renee’s smile deepen. The woman should know by now…there was none.

Jezebel

This one was the last of the crew of the ship they had hijacked to get to this city. He was a russian with blond hair and a scratchy beard that normally Jezebel would find distasteful, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and it wasn't as if she was going to kiss the man.

He hung suspended by chains, and Jezebel approached him.

"What is your name," She asked laying the compulsion over his mind like thick rich ganache over a plain pastry.

"...A...Ant...Anton..." He mumbled afraid.

"You sound afraid."

"My shipmates...I am the last one left."

She nodded, her sister Lillith, the sadistic she-devil, loved forcing the others to watch as she fed and pfornicated, the glutton liked to revel in the audience's fear and the confusing mix of arousal she caused in them.

"Are you a religious man, Anton?"

"Nyet," He answered.

"But you must believe in the existence of god given what you and your shipmates have endured the past few weeks," she said circling around where he hung, "After all if demons from Hell such as you have witnessed on this ship exist, then it must stand to reason God himself exists as well."

"I have prayed," Anton answered, "To god for deliverance for me and my crew from you."

"And do you think he has answered your prayers, Anton," she said and Anton shook his head, "That is because he never answers."

She had prayed and prayed and prayed to god in heaven, for redemption of her sins, but she was beyond salvation. She still remembered the day she had discovered that. Allejandro had not allowed her to feed in weeks then locked her in a crypt filled with children. She had prayed and prayed begging god for deliverance, for the strength to resist her diabolical sinful nature, but after days of no devine intervention Allejandro had opened the crypt to find the children's corpses laid about and her huddled in the corner crying over the proof that she was forever damned.

That had been the last time she had rebelled against Allejandro. It was also the last time she had used the name she was christened with as a human baby. From that day forth she was Jezebel the damned whore of Satan incarnate.

"We are too sinful, Anton. We are beneath his notice." She began to remove her dress from her not for any intention to commit the sin of pfornication, but because bloodstains were so hard to remove. She did notice Anton watching her do so intently. Perhaps he hoped she perform the same games with him as he had seen Lillith perform with his fellow crewmembers.

"Do you know of the seven deadly sins, Anton," She asked sadly, "And the one you have just committed."

"What...I...No I didn't mean..."

"Lust, Anton," She informed him, removing the crucifix from around her neck and once again feeling the soul-wrenching absence of any pain, burning, or any sensation whatsoever rather than cold metal. Why? The fact she wore it now, her very existance, a nun turned-corrupted into a minion of hell itself should be an abomination in the sight of the lord. Why had he not struck her down, cast her down to the fiery pit of hell itself she belonged in now.

If demons like Allejandro and Lillith and herself existed, surely God must too. So why could she wear the crucifix without being smitten down for the desecration. She wore it hoping one day she would commit such a ghastly sin that it would burn against her stilled heart, and god would finally prove his existence by smiting such an abomination as herself.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to look," Anton whimpered.

Jezebel nodded, "Temptation is the difficulty we all as sinful creatures face." She pulled out a peice of paper and approached him until she stood before him face to face. "You do know these are your last moments of life, Anton."

He whimpered.

"Shhh," Jezebel consoled him running a hand gently over his cheek. "Unlike my sister I will make certain it is quick and painless, Anton, and that you will die a child of god and go to heaven. It is the least I can do for you."

"I don't want to die."

"I know. I know." She held up the piece of paper for him. "do you know the last rites?"

Anton shook his head.

"I have them written down for you, but first you must confess so you may face god cleansed of all sins." She nuzzled up against him her head against his shoulder and her mouth close to his jugular vein. "Why did you lust after me just now, Anton?"

He did not want to so Jezebel pushed his mind then with the most forceful compulsion all her previous words were in preparation for, "Confess Anton."

Anton's confession lasted an hour, but when she felt he had finished confessing his sins she had him read the last rites. Then when he had finished that her fangs sank into the throbbing vein in his neck and she drank, and drank, and drank of his blood until there was no more to swallow.

Jezebel then left the hanging lifeless corpse and walked back over to the pile of her clothes. She took out the moist towelettes she kept in her pocket and began to clean herself of the bit of Anton's blood that had dribbled over her lips and down her chin before putting back on her clothes. She left the hold of the ship then and went to the quarters she had commandeered for herself. There she knelt at the altar of candles where she lit one and clasped her hands together to pray for the passage of Anton's soul into heaven.

Outside she heard the return of Allejandro. She stopped praying and walked down the hall to his quarters stopping to find him sitting down with her sister's head in his lap fishing out his manhood from his pants. That was her sister. Lillith reveled in her sinful nature and took any oppurtunity to commit them.

"I thought you went after Bowie," She asked the monster that had damned her and Lillith.

Allejandro shrugged, "Bowie will no longer be with us."

Lillith had swallowed his manhood and was now gagging herself trying to push him further and further down her throat. She was dressed in only a sweater and her ass was lifted up swaying like an excited dog would wag its tail.

"I will pray for him," Jezebel stated.

"The Society knows we are here, because of his intemperance," Allejandro continued, "We must accelerate our plans, Mi bonitas."

"When then," Jezebel asked.

"I doubt Renee will suspect us too move so early as tomorrow night."

"I will tell the others to prepare then." She turned to leave.

"Jezebel, have some compassion," He said pulling the sweater up over her sisters swaying rump. It was typical of Lillith to be so immodest as to not wear any underclothes. "Your hermana, is in desperate need."

He was offering her two sins, that of pfornication, and that of incestuous relations with her own sister. Jezebel should be revolted by this two more taints to her immortal soul, but it had already been proven to her that she was forever damned now.

She knelt behind Lillith stilling her swaying ass with hands on either side and bent her head to run her tongue along the lips of her sex. She was Jezebel now, the damned whore of satan. What was two more sins to her?

Seeing that Elysia, was being seen to by the doctors and nurses John pulled back from her,stunned. She was beautiful but lost.She needed a reason to live and not just because of the injury, he still felt the loss of her parents as keenly as if it had happened to him..and then there was her art....he wondered idly at the power in it, especially when you understand the artist so deeply. In trying to keep her alive he had inadvertently made a conection with her, now he felt a strong compulsion to protect her ..care for her to show her the world could be wonderful ..him a vampire needed to show a young girl how to live...he almost laughed out loud. Two women in as many nights ,he was getting carless with his heart.

Feeling Trinity closing in He slowly eased out of the ER , gently erasing the traces of his presents from the mind of the nurse he had brought Elysia to, the rest would hardly remember him.
He was going to have to have a talk with Trinity..she needed to be much more careful with her power,It had become evident she had not dealt with "old" vampiers before in the moment of crisis she had gotten careless and left her self open..shaking his head softly as he walked he suddenly realized he simply could not do it..he couldn't do the job Renee had given him..he could never kill Trinity.
Maybe he could convince her to run away..go somewhere else before they truly understood ....the thought died. He knew how committed she was to her coarse. She would never do that..in fact if she understood the situation better she would walk right into the Maison...he shuddered then refusing to contemplate the horrors Renee would visit on Trinity.

Renee would be calling him soon. She would want to know why his "task" was not yet complete..He also knew he couldn't hide from her ..shuddering he needed a way to hide to distract her from his true feelings she would jealousy destroy any for whom John had an affection ..especially if it also served the purpose of punishing him. Then almost on cue ,her felt her call stinging him he sucked in a breath..."DAMN!" he did speak out loud now. He knew from bitter experience that this was a mild sting from her, she could have dropped him to the ground , with a only a thought.

Turning towards the mansion ,because he had no other choice .John ordered his thoughts pushing Elysia as far back in his mind as possible he needed away to confuse the situation about Trinity..and then it hit him..how could he have possibly forgotten about Alexandro!

Yes Alexandro would "save" John ,he wondered at the irony and if the rouge would find it amusing as well. Focusing his thoughts on the scene in the alley ,He summed up the other encounters with Alexandros minions ..always they where twisted, ruthless and cruel, forever trying to gain access to the mansion. for what, John could only guess.

They where playing some ancient game , he wanted no part in. He was compelled by the bond with his maker to protect her and do her bidding, but it was not out of love or for her cause, No those things had long since vanished as he came to understand her madness and her cruelty.
And yet... he still wanted her..the touch of her hands the caress of her teeth, the secret violence she would give to him as she took from him..John shuddered ashamed and embarrassed that he would let her.. more than that he would enjoy those things, and hating himself for it. never sure if it was her doing or his own sectret desires.

As he approached the Mansion he ordered his thoughts, carefully putting Alexandro in the for front repeating over and over in his mind how his blond minion had interfered with his work letting her see his attraction to Trinity but making it about her body her riped blouse exposing her lovely breasts and mid section calling up the lust he felt ..yes Renee would understand lust..


Coming throught the door his breath caught..as she came to him ..the little vixen was in her school girl outfit ..she knows about his little pet fetish..she is the one who put it there after all..

“I’m Trinity….I found you….you were injured and I got you here. You are in a hospital and everything is fine, but you need someone to be with you for a few weeks. What is your name? Do you have family that I need to contact?”

Trinity…the holy triad. The first time Elysia had heard that name was when she took a brief class in Latin. Elysia always had a deep fascination with all things ancient; language, art, religion, society…the list was endless. She had spent hours merely sitting and studying, preferring to lose herself amongst the lives of the deceased instead of dealing with her own existence. In some strange way she felt more connected to the ancient past, and had often wondered what it would be like to wish one’s self back and live the tales and myths she so eagerly read about. But the name… it was an interesting name, especially for the woman who sat beside Elysia’s side. Yes, she knew that people no longer named their children based on meanings but more for the aesthetics or latest fads, not like they had those many centuries ago. But even then the name ‘Trinity’ was rarely used for its religious meaning was far too sacred.

Elysia eyed the woman hesitantly, cautiously and curiously. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. Despite the mess of her red hair and the deep slash on her cheek, she seemed free of injury and radiated strength and physical magnificence. She was the kind of woman men fell to their knees and willingly gave their lives for, the kind that the ancient stories of Helen of Troy or Aphrodite were written about. Even Elysia could see that and was evident by the small twitch of jealousy that tweaked at her mind. Elysia had never seen herself as beautiful, or pretty, or elegant…simply average, and it was a destiny of meritocracy that she had long ago accepted she was intended for. She sighed softly and let the jealousy fade into a sense of relief that the woman was ok, and her attention was brought back to the cut upon the woman’s perfect cheek. Stubbornly Elysia grasped the headboard and agonizingly pulled herself to sit up right. Small beads of sweat materialised upon her forehead as bolts of pain ripped through her body. Despite the monumental amount of inner strength and will power it took to move just those several inches, she now sat up right, propped against the back of the bed. With a trembling hand, Elysia grasped several tissues from the counter to her side and dipped them gently into a cup of water. She leaned forward, the sudden jolt of excruciating pain tearing through her again causing her to whimper softly. Yet she continued and gently placed the dampened tissue upon the woman’s face and kindly cleansed her skin of the dry blood upon her cheek. The woman looked at her sadly, and the feeling washed through to Elysia in waves. It was a tragically beautiful sight, such things Elysia usually painted about. Elysia’s heart suddenly lurched slightly as the realisation that the woman’s sadness was more than likely because of Elysia’s current physical state. Why else would she be sitting at her side? She wanted nothing more than to free this beautiful stranger from that sadness, and a small wave of guilt washed through her spirit. It was then that Elysia realised that she hadn’t replied to the woman’s questions.

“Elysia…Elysia is my name.” Her voice was raspy and weak and trembled from her lips softly… “and I am more than fine looking after myself, thank you.” Elysia smiled softly, silently hoping that the matter of her family was now finished with. Besides, she didn’t need looking after, especially by a stranger, if that was the woman’s intention. Elysia had spent her entire life looking after herself, and she had learned long ago that relying on the kindness of strangers only lead to painful situations and great amounts of guilt. Both things Elysia could easily live without. She finished wiping the woman’s cheek and collapsed back against the bed, her body grateful to lay relaxed once more.

Her eyes once again ran over the woman before her and her eyes opened wide in shock as she realised that the woman’s shirt was completely torn, leaving her half naked! The woman definitely had the body to show such amounts of skin comfortably, but as Elysia’s eyes continued to scan her, she noticed the mass amounts of blood that had stained the woman’s hands. It wasn’t a hard conclusion to come to that the woman had used her own shirt to aid Elysia’s wound. With a long, deep breath Elysia leaned forward and began to rummage through the draws of the counter to her side. Gritting her teeth she fought the intense pain as tears leaked down her cheeks. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she found what she was looking for and collapsed back against the bed head. She opened her small, purple leather purse and fumbled through it. It was empty, with the exception of a library card, an atm card and several small pieces of paper with random sketches upon them, and a $50 note. After paying her rent and buying a small amount of food, that was all that remained of her latest commission piece. It was all the money she had left, but she couldn’t let the woman continue to be in such a state.

Taking the money from her purse Elysia gingerly placed it within the woman’s open palm and guided the woman’s fingers to wrap around it. The woman looked at her in shock and before she had chance to debate, Elysia cut her off…”Please, go to the gift shop and buy a new shirt and some soap? There is no point leaving such marks of the bastard who did this to you on you any longer. Please, let me do this for you? You can shower here too, so you don’t have to leave in such a state.”

Elysia watched as the woman sat, her face expressing every single emotion that passed her mind. After a few moments of contemplation the woman stood, a look of defiant acceptance in her eyes as she nodded and made her way to the door. Elysia couldn't help but giggle at the woman's look. She clearly wasn't used to such acts of kindness, but it was the least Elysia could do. Before the woman reached the door, Elysia spoke softly..."and when you return you can tell me what happened to him. That seems fair, does it not?" The woman smiled softly, nodded and then left.

Elysia sighed and quickly grabbed a small notepad and pencil that sat on the counter. Her body screamed its horror in being forced to move so quickly, but Elysia simply had to capture the saddened look on the woman's face. Before she realised she had begun to sketch, immortalising the moment of the saddened beauty.

http://pink-noise.net/Woman_Sketch_01.jpg
I didn't draw this. I found it on google images and thought it inspiring for this post.

Trinity watched as the woman’s eyes moved over her a moment before she began to move. Trinity knew it was not best that she move any until she was healed but the moment she thought about reaching over to help her she could see a determination in the blonde’s eyes and she stayed put waiting to see what she would do. Trinity’s mind kept going back to the incident with Bowie and what she could have done to prevent this woman trying to come to her rescue.

Trinity’s mind was lost in thought when the whimpers from the woman broke through and brought her back to reality. She was unable to prevent it and now this woman lay in this hospital bed injured because of her actions. The wetness across her cheek while the woman wiped away the blood made Trinity wonder about her even more. Here she was injured and she wanted to help Trinity in the least bit. It took a great person to wish to put their selves in harm’s way to protect another person.

Trinity never viewed what she did as great. It was just a job to her. Maybe she didn’t get dressed in a skirt suit and head into an office, but to her it was still a job. She was trying to make the streets safer for people like….Elysia….she had a beautiful name and it fit her well. Again Trinity could see and now hear the determination in the woman’s eyes and voice. She admired this woman for being so determined to take care of herself. Trinity had to do it for so long she could imagine it would be hard for her to take the offer of help as well.

The woman’s eyes widened and Trinity glanced down to see what she was looking at, noticing her own upper half and the way she must look to anyone in the hospital. She never once thought of it though, she was more concerned with Elysia and making sure she wasn’t severely injured because of her. Trinity’s eyes moved back to the woman as she saw her once again determined to do something. Again Trinity admired her determination and could see a fighter residing inside of Elysia. What could have possibly happened to this beautiful woman that has made her this much of a fighter that she doesn’t wish some help, especially in a time like this?

Again Trinity was brought back to reality when Elysia touched her hand, pushing something into it and talking about the gift shop. Trinity certainly didn’t need her money, but by the look in her eye she knew that Elysia wouldn’t take no for an answer. Slowly she stood, touching the side of the bed, wanting to say many things and yet at the same time was afraid to. Elysia seemed to have been through a lot in her life and Trinity didn’t wish to open any past wounds with questions.

Turning toward the door Trinity moved out of the room with thoughts floating around in her head. That was an amazing woman in that room and even though it was her fault she was injured in all of this mess, Trinity was glad to have met her. Trinity didn’t keep many people close to her for fear of them being used against her. She kept her heart guarded when she hunted, but then again there was nothing she needed to guard against anymore. Everyone she ever cared about was long gone and she kept to herself for the most part, the hunt being her life now.

She moved into the gift shop and her thoughts moved to John. He had helped her, he had shown that there was more to him than the monster like everyone else she had run across. Not sure what exactly it was about him but something called to her, pulled her toward him when he was near. He could easily pull her in and turn on her in an instant and that thought alone frightened her. Trinity never let anyone get to her like John had. Why had she let him in? Was there some connection there that she was unaware of? Or was it just that John had planted it in her without her realizing it and it was all part of his plan to get her guard down?

Her head began to pound thinking so hard on John’s intentions. She took the shirt she had picked out, some silly thing that certainly didn’t match what she was wearing, but at least she didn’t have to run home for anything. Buying some Tylenol along with a small vase of spring flowers also, Trinity headed from the gift shop back to Elysia’s room. Stopping along the way at the water fountain to take the Tylenol she bought, hoping the pounding in her head would subside before she could get some sleep.

Softly stepping back into Elysia’s room she gave her a soft smile, but Trinity’s heart was so heavy with what had happened she was sure it didn’t reach her eyes. Stepping toward Elysia, Trinity set the flowers on the table beside her, with the $50 she had given her under the vase, just the edge of it peeking out. Trinity took a seat and looked to Elysia, so many things went through her head before she straightened up and began to speak. Her voice low but her own determination was set in her words, “Elysia it is a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it would have been on better terms than these. Your doctors say you need someone to help you for the next few weeks while you heal and if you are alone then I would feel better if I could help you. After all you did help me in my time of need. It is only fair that I help you in yours.” In Trinity’s mind she was saying that it was her fault she got caught up in this mess anyway. She needed to know what more Elysia remembered about those events. So far it only sounded like some bad man trying to take advantage of a young woman. If Elysia knew more, then she was in much more danger than she knows.

Trinity looked to Elysia, “I know you don’t know me from any other person on the street, but you will be here for a day or two and then they will release you, but only if you have someone to take care of you until you are completely healed. I know you don’t wish to stay in the hospital, no one does. Let me help Elysia, please.” Trinity knew if she took on this responsibility then the vampires would get a reprieve from her for at least a week. She was sure there were times she could get away without Elysia knowing so she could take care of business but she would not be able to go too far and then that would put them coming closer to her home, which she hated. One way or another it had to be done and Trinity was set in her mind, she would help Elysia and also not let the vampires think she had left town.

Trinity’s mind flicked to the newest vampire she saw and heard last night. Remembering the look in John’s eyes and even the way he held himself, he was cautious when it came to that one. That made Trinity wish to know more. Why was it that John was cautious of this man? What was about this man, was he that powerful or just that arrogant? Hopefully she would see John soon and she can just ask him. Trinity groaned inside thinking about how trustful she has become of John and in such a short time. She was going to have to get her head back in the game before someone took it from her.

Renee felt John the moment he entered the mansion. He was prompt, she’d give him that. It might have made her happier with him, except that his arrival had interrupted her playtime.

She sighed and drug her sharp nails over the back of the little blonde she’d barely begun playing with. The nude woman whimpered, her body swaying slightly in the chains suspending her from the ceiling. Renee watched the blood well from the long cuts, so red against the pale skin. Almost at once the cuts began to heal and she sighed again. That was one of the problems playing with her own kind. They healed before she was able to properly admire her handiwork. Then, of course, humans never survived long enough for her to finish her artwork. It was just so hard to find good materials these days.

Patting the firm round cheeks of the blonde’s ass Renee placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” She whispered in a pale ear. “Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone.”

Renee hurried through the halls of the mansion stopping at the top of the grand stair case for effect, waiting for John to see her. She recognized the look in his eye and knew it was all for her. He may hate her, and she was pretty certain he did, but he still wanted her. That was enough. Affection among the damned was a liability.

“John!” she exclaimed and skipped down the stairs toward him. She threw herself into his arms writhing against him in an obscene parody of innocent excitement. When she was satisfied that he was properly distracted by her body and her attire she drew back and gave him a pouty look. “You’ve been a very bad boy, John. You’ve kept me waiting for days."

At once her expression changed from flirtatious sweetness to feral demon. She grabbed a double handful of his hair and yanked his head back, viciously sinking her teeth deeply into his neck. She sucked hard knowing that it would cause him pain. It was part of his punishment for making her unhappy. The pleasure she knew he took from the pain she gave was the rest of it.

As she drew his blood she received flashes from his mind. Disjointed pictures of three women, one of them must be the creature she had sent him to dispose of but which one. She knew that he was trying block her out, to keep her from seeing everything. Renee nearly laughed. He should know better, he could keep no secrets from her if she wanted them known.

She shifted her body against him, her hips rocking against his, and bit down even harder. She was taking more from him than usual, but she was miffed. He deserved to suffer just a bit more.

The snippets from his mind suddenly cleared and she saw an alley, two women on the ground, a man with a blade standing over them. No not a man, not human at least. He wasn’t one of hers, though, even if he did have potential. There was blood, glimpses of sweet flesh, the taste of violence and then…

Allejandro… Renee drew back with a furious hiss, her teeth tearing John’s skin in her haste.

“Here? In my city?” Renee pushed John away and began to pace. Blood dripped down her chin and spotted her pristine white blouse but she didn’t care. If Allejandro was here it meant nothing but trouble. She knew what he would be after and there was no way in hell she was going to let him have it.

He watched her descend the stair way ..that familiar feeling of protectiveness coming over him .Smirking inwardly he thought of how it was "him" that needed the protecting as she threw her self at him wiggling and sliding her legs between his, pressing her breasts to him. The scent of a perfume sweet and innocent.Her body and voice as always tricking his body into responding to her , his arms going around her waist, absently stroking her sides. The pout melting his heart. Knowing it was all a lie, and yet he still gave into it every time..



“You’ve been a very bad boy, John. You’ve kept me waiting for days."

me waiting for days."Then the madness suddenly appearing. His breath catching as if surprised, as he gasped, her teeth sinking into his neck,making his knees go week, his head light as she pulled hard ,taking his blood from him...making him want her as she tore at his neck. Maybe it was because "she" is what he felt he deserved, or was it something else. He could remember the events, immediately following being "turned" but they still failed to make sense to him.. especially the first and that last time he ever killed while feeding..the memory still tearing at his conscience and soul..

He had stumbled around in the dark days. At first it was the horror of realizing for the first time what he truly was..then the hunger...that destroyed all rational thought, feeding on animals kept him somewhat sane but never really relived the hunger it's self. After a week Renee had found him half crazy.Her presents was soothing to him and she wrapped her arms around him telling him she would keep him safe, and give him what he needed. An offer he was completely unable to resist. She took him to an abandoned house then locked him into the basement (for his own safety) she had told him. Three more days went by and he was having fevered dreams of blood and skin his body cramping, his thoughts wild and feral..when in to his basement walked a young girl.It only occurred to him, later to wonder why the door was suddenly unlocked. She couldn't have been more than 13 or 14 years old...calling for her kitty as she descended the stairs..He yelled at her to run away.. with his last shred of self control ..but she didn't, thinking he was hurt she came closer to him....He has never been able to deal with what happened next..Renee held him a long time after wards, telling him it was only natural ..that he couldn't help him self..then made love to him gently the first time but more and more she began to change..asking for it to be rougher..to call her "fillette".....
The memory faded as he realized that Renee was taking more than usual, John knew she was interrogating his blood, suddenly he cried out as she tore a way from his neck forcing a scream out of him, vampiers may heal fast..bu they still felt pain. He watched her carefully..her look now angry....

“Here? In my city?”

John remained quiet, a moment of relief passing over him as he realised she was up set about Alejandro. He was about to speak when he realised, she had all he could tell her already and her comment was not directed at him, holding his neck for a moment to stop the bleeding ,he didn't know whether to be relieved of more afraid..there was painful dark flash of psychic rage.. that made him flinch..that usually meant a lot of people were going to die ...very painfully and very soon..

Renee paced away from John, her mind racing furiously. This was unexpected. Allejandro, after all this time. She pushed back the memory of their years together. She would not allow herself to feel anything even close to sentiment. It was so like him to show up just when she had this other issue to deal with.

A vase was sent flying into a far wall, her movements so fast she was barely a blur. Others were beginning to venture out into the hall, drawn no doubt by the anger she was broadcasting in waves. She picked up another trinket from a nearby table and hurled it at a male coming down the stairs. They were coming to gawk, to stare. She knew they were all against her. Just waiting for the right moment to turn on her, to take all that she had built for themselves.

They kept their distance, however. Renee noticed this with a bit of satisfaction. They had learned to fear her, and that was better than love or devotion. They feared her and that kept her above them. Perhaps though, they needed a little reminder of just what she was capable of…

The male on the stairs did not see her coming. She moved so quickly it was as if she simply vanished from one spot and appeared behind him. As he turned she grabbed him, her fingers tearing through cloth, skin, muscle. There was the crack of bones breaking and the sweet scent of blood. Renee lifted him as if he were nothing and hurled him as she had the vase. His body crashed against the wall and slid to the floor amid a shower of paintings and sconces and other needless brick-a-brack that adorned this home she had built.

There was a soft cry of protest muffled too late. She whirled searching for the source. A female, the scent of the fallen male was thick on this one. Were they lovers then? Did this little piece of nothing have feelings for the male? How sweet.

Renee stalked slowly toward the female, the blood from the male dripping from her now clawlike nails. The others stepped back and away. They knew not to interfere, it would only bring her wrath down on them. She stopped in front of the other female and raised a bloody hand to her.

“Have a taste, dear…” Her voice was as calm and sweet as the smile she now bestowed on this young one. She really was quite lovely with her soft curls framing an elfin face and her eyes so huge and round with fear. The female flinched, drawing back for just a second, but it was a second too long. Renee grabbed her jaw and forced the bloody fingers of her other hand into the girl’s mouth. “I…said…taste!”

There was another crack of bone and Renee shoved the female away not caring that her jaw was most likely broken. It didn’t matter, she hadn’t done so much damage to either of them that they wouldn’t recover.

Her eyes swept the others gathered to watch the spectacle and she gave a tinkling laugh. Such sheep. Her gaze feel on John and turned speculative. All of this anger and blood, and he had tasted so good…

“John…my John…” her voice was silken seduction. Her hips swayed as she walked toward him. Blood splattered her clothing and skin, yet she could still portray that innocent sensuality she had perfected so long ago. “I need you, John. Take me to my room, away from these vultures.”

Renee stopped before John and looked up at him through a fringe of jet black hair. Her fingers traced bloody patterns on his shirt as she slid her arms around his neck and lifted herself onto his body, legs wrapping around his waist. She knew what this was doing to him, how he loathed it and craved it at the same time. That’s what made it so sweet for her. Plus they had a little unfinished business…