A two fanged Seduction

[Bsquad]

Closed for Monique Minx and Fae Bites


Andre Brooks was an ordinary man. To most that would be nothing more than a simple statement of fact, but for someone who had seen just what things stalked the shadows and pulled the strings, being an ordinary man was a point of pride. He was better than those sickening creatures that saw humans as pupets, as toys...as food... They were there, coming out at night, directing their servants during the day. Lording over humanity who remained ignorant of the truth. But then of course, as the ancient joke went that when everyone is looking at shadows on the wall and belive them to be th eworld, who will listen when someone tells you to turn around? So when someone goes aroudn screaming that there are vampires and you need to fight, what the hell are you going to do?

Call him crazy and ignore him...and simply make him just another one of those lunatics on the fringes who 'knew the truth' and was simply a rambling fool. Of course this rambling fool was actually talking the truth. But unlike the rest of the carzies, he was doing something other than carrying a sign and sleeping in a box. Right now he was standing outside of a mansion, staring up into the lit windows as a harsh rain lashed the street. Behind him cars drove past, castign his shadow onto the stone wall that stood before him for seconds before they vanished into the night.

He was a large man, standing almost two meters tall and weighing in at 113 kilos of almost pure muscle, Andre was an imposing monolith of a man. Although at the moment he looked even more terrifying and immense. His body was wearing combat fatigues, an assault rifle hung under his right arm, and a shotgun was on his back, a handgun was strapped to his right thigh. Ammuniton magazines rested in pouches across his chest, shotgun shells were nestled in neat rows along his belt. A long duster covered his arsenal from casual perusal, a large brimmed hat keeping the rain out of his face.

He was loaded for war, and that was what he sought within the mansion before him. They were within. Two of these vampires, both of them weilding powerful influence, both commanding the actions of so many...and both of them were seducers...and females.

A stab of pain seemed to rise up within him, sending his right hand thumping into his chest as though he were trying to crush it before it could grow. The thought of a woman had drifted to his mind, a woman he loved, and a woman who had been one of them...and had tried to twist him. Peraps if it had merely been the typical manipualtions of a controling wife it would have been better, but no...even now he could still feel the tendrils of that unexplanable something that she had used to try and twist his thoughts and feelings.

"No more..." He snarled to himself as he steeled himself for the evening. Looking back and forth down the street and wating for another car to pass, he strode to the masonry, reached up and gripped the wrought iron work that capped it and pulled himself over it and into the grounds, landing on the rain slicked grass with a thump, and his rifle coming up to his shoulder on reflex. His eyes searched the grounds as he began to walk up the sloping lawn to the victorian style mansion that stood above him like a brooding, ancient giant.

OOC: And so it begins.

 

[monique_minx]

She waited....she waited...tapping her foot on the ground, she looked up at the clock for what must've been the tenth time in five minutes - they're late! Nemesis growled under her breath, she loathed incompetance and tardiness, if you couldn't do the job; you died, quick, clean and simple.

Nemesis watched Devianna enter the room shaking her head; no word from their worker bees. Nemesis' teeth elongated and retracted in frustration, she watched Devianna and remembered the night they had met and she had changed the woman forever.

Nemesis had been a fully fledged vampire longer than she cared to remember, before that night inside the very same church that condemned her; she had been a famed woman but that was no more. The night she became a vampire, she took on the new name of Nemesis and never looked back, she never wanted her people; her servants or her faithful and loyal right hand Devi to know who she had been. There was only one man alive that knew and she prayed the day never came when she would see him again.

Nemesis stared at the clock, an hour late...a whole fucking hour! Her mind returned to the night she had met Devi, she turned to look at woman and smiled at the memory of who she had been before...

A glorious warrior, Devi had a nasty streak in her humanity unlike any human Nemesis had ever come across and it sparked her interest greatly. It was in Hungary that Nem had come across her, Devi had been Vladimir's greatest assassin, she loathed the assignment he set for her this day; to kill some low class wanna-be of a warlord. It had been simple, clean, easy and Nemesis had watched with a smile glittering on her lips. Devi had walked away cold, she showed no sign of having stabbed a man through the heart only moments before and Nemesis decided this woman was the one she wanted, wanted more than anyone else to have by her side.

Nemesis watched her until she was alone, she jumped from the building and landed silently on the ground. She'd crept up behind Devi and tapped her on the shoulder, as Nemesis suspected Devi pulled a knife and turned swiftly; by which time Nem had already moved into the path of the woman. Devianna turned, startled that a woman had gotten so close without her realizing, it was unnerving and unlike her.

Devi raised her knife to stab Nem but something stopped her, she had no idea what but she instantly felt she needed to listen to Nemesis, that she had something important to say.

Nem's long black hair flowed down her back as she had easily bypassed the 'stabbing' issue by reaching into the girl's mind. Her usually green eyes seemed almost black, their eye contact seemed to last forever but Nem finally spoke to Devi.

"You know what you want don't you? You know you're a fierce warrior, you know your skills are going to waste serving Vlad, you know I would put you to greater use than he ever could...wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like the skills I could give you? The belonging? Wouldn't you like to stand by my side? My equal? For eternity?"

Devi's eyes had lit up, her response was no fault of her own as Nemesis proded her mind in the right direction and got the answer she was seeking.

"Yes..." A breathless response but a response none the less.

Nemesis lunged for her neck.....an hour and ten minutes, Nem blinked back to reality and broke eye contact with Devi. She finally gave up staring at the clock, the servants were supposed to raid a blood bank; an easy enough task and still they had failed her.

"They're either dead already or they soon will be!" Nemesis snarled, Devi nodding in agreement.

The unknown intruder making his way across the grounds; unseen as of yet...

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna eyed the clock with more boredom then fury, though she felt the waves of irritation clearly through the bond that tied her to her sire. Another check and still no response, and she felt the boundless energy at her disposal start to get restless. Her Sires’ fury not helping. Violet eyes drew up to the other woman, the gold flecks glittering in their depths in the lighted room. Devi’s head tilted, a common gesture for the former assassin, though it accentuated her cat like curiosity. While masking her sadistic, killer streak. The eyes mused over Nems smile, the faraway tint to her features revealing all to the woman’s practised eyes. She smirked slightly, something like affection glittering in her eyes. It was the look Nemesis got when she relived the glory days.

The thought drawn to mind, the younger vampire also remembered the day. The memory one she couldn’t possibly forget. The dark thrill of taking a life, the unfamiliar shock of fear as someone reached past her awareness. The intent to kill… then the deeper part of her that connected to the being in front of the mortal assassin on a level she couldn’t understand. Those bewitching green eyes… like falling into an emerald world. Devianna remembered feeling like she would never be free of them, and she wasn’t, in a way. Her Sire still had the ability to stop her in her tracks with one flash of those vivid eyes and a silent warning.

My equal? For Eternity?

While the words weren’t entirely true, the promise behind them had been to intoxicating. It still was, Devianna would die for Nemsis, without thought or doubt. The vampire had saved her from a wasted life to a person with little potential outside of his creativity. Memories of Vlad, his victims, his smiles and insanity brought the vampire to a level of fury that was severely dangerous to those around her. So it was better for her to forget the name. She focused instead on the memory of those feral fangs decending without warning toward the mortal her, the burning fire, then the slow, feverish fall into deaths other door. Immortality.

Devi brushed a blonde curl away from her eyes, nodding in agreement to Nem, her feral smile at the idea of their deaths, curling with savage delight across her ruby lips. “I’ve been needing a few volunteers to try some… manoeuvres out on as well.” She shook her hair back from her shoulders, a hand skimming over the silk of her form hugging dress. Two long slits up either side allowed for easy movement, and glimpses of porcelain skinned thighs. Were it not for the form of energy in her eyes, or the usual sadistic twist of her smile, her appearance might have even been deemed as angelic. Something she used without qualm when the effect was best. Hell, if that big suck-ass in the sky had an issue with it she’d welcome any of his little angels to try and change her mind. Angel blood was apparently the sweetest.

Devi prowled towards her darker counterpart, running a calming hand up the woman’s arm and twinning it around her waist. She leant in, breathing in the furious energy that radiated off of Nemesis, purring at the shiver of desire it laced her breath with. Do you want me to go looking? Devianna inquired silently, the words travelling along the bond between Sire and Fledgling easily. The darker tone to her words glimpsing at just how much pleasure she’d take in finding them. She sent some more creative images towards her Sires mind, smiling devilishly and ruining her attempt at an innocent look. Or perhaps I could do something to distract you, Nem?

Something brushed against her senses then though, her violet eyes dragging to the window with a curious crease. She could see nothing, even with her superior vision, and perhaps he would have gone unnoticed if she didn’t have an extremely powerful Sire. Devianna licked her lips, she didn’t know where he was, but she knew he’d finally found them. His presence shuddered down her spine and sent her bloodlust purring into front and centre. “Dinner?” Devi inquired, her fangs elongating at the hope, her tongue flicking sensuously over them. Her violet eyes becoming more golden with the lust upon her. A moan that was close to a growl rolled off her tongue, still pressed close to her Sires body. “The ways we could make him scream…” She purred, finally dragging her eyes back to those enchanting ones before her. For the most part, the promise was kept, and they were equal. But Nemesis was her Sire, and the unwritten laws of vampirism prevailed. For the most part Devianna didn’t mind, and there had only been a few events in their years together where the young vampire had fought against the leash that could restrain her. She hoped this wouldn't be another of those events.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre marched up the lawn, his gray eyes sweeping left and right across the smoothly manicured lawn. Through the rain he could barely see twenty feel, in fact he could only make out the mansion by seeing the lights of the windows. Something in the back of his mind told him that he wouldn't be facing guards or minons this night, despite what he had to deal with to learn of this place. So many lesser threats, so many pawns disposed of with violence, information extracted through torture and intimidation. He supressed the memories of what he'd had to do, filing them away as being neseccary evils he'd had to commit for a greater good...besides, they were only vampires.

As he marched up the yard, he looked up into the windows, wondering for a moment if he saw someone backlit in one of the upper windows, looking down into the lawn, searching for him. He froze and looked up, rain cascading down the brim of his hat like a waterfall. Whoever was there couldn't see him, could they?

No...not human or Vampire would know he was coming.

He turned his gaze to the front door, making a beeline for it to reach the entrance and get inside. He crossed the distance quickly, leery of the lack of any kind of guards. Something felt wrong, but he wasn't going to flee from this opportunity. Prodding the massive door open with the muzzle of his rifle he stepped into the entry hall and was momentarily in awe of the wealth and elegance of the arcetechure. It was all carved ebony and mahogany, from the mirror finished floor to the carved banisters and ceiling joints, rich tapestries and pictures hung from the walls, and lights gleamed from polished brass fixtures on the wall. It was an incredible display of wealth and oppulance, just another symbol of the power these creatures posessed.

"Come out come out where ever you are..." He muttered softly, deciding that heading up the stairs was his best bet, the ones in charge always liked to be on top. His feet sunk into the persian carpets as he climbed the stairs, weapon leading the way.

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis grinned at Devi's distraction attempts, her images were...intriguing to say the least but something else had caught Nem's attention now and she smiled at the thought of it.

Devianna caught it too, it must've been easy but she looked in his direction and Nemesis made her disappointment known in the waves her fledgling felt from her.

"I know..." Nemesis murmured and confirmed to Devi that she had known he was there for some time.

"But you should never look Devi, never give it away so easily..." She didn't need to say anymore.

“Dinner?”

Nemesis grinned, "No I think not...not yet, this one chases us...this one desires the kill....desires our deaths immensely...I wish to see how far he intends to take it."

"The ways we could make him scream…”

Nem could feel her lust, she was still amazed that after so many years together Devianna could keep her excited but then Nemesis had chosen carefully and chosen well. Nem's skin tingled, she placed her arm around Devi and pulled her closer, her outfit was scant black leather and left little to the imagination with a plunging neckline, slit up to the hip on the right side and very nearly completely backless. Nem loved her ability to move in this particular outfit.

It was no coincidence that this man picked the very same night that a few of her warriors had gone missing from a simple task and she knew he must've been the one to pick them off. This annoyed her, she didn't like humans touching her property and thinking they were any better than dirt under a vampire's feet, she would make this human pay for costing her warriors. She would just toy with him for a long while first, perhaps even turn him instead of killing him? Hunters despised being turned, it was the worst evil in the world to become what they hunted, a smile played on her lips; Nemesis had a plan.

Nem pulled Devi into a deep kiss, a single fang elongated enough to plunge into her own tongue and slice it open and she allowed Devianna to drink the blood during the kiss. Nemesis moaned and almost lost track of the man outside, the intruder but her eyes snapped open as he broke the barrier of her senses and stepped inside the building. Nem broke off the kiss with Devi and cocked a brow.

"Now sister...now we play..."

 

[FaeBites]

Her Sires disappointment was distracting; anyone else to try to correct her skills would probably be tortured and drained in creative ways. She took the words seriously from Nemesis though, nodding half-heartedly. Her disappointment was evident when she was denied her meal, though she quickly warmed up to the plan, both from the words and the soft glimpses of intent that plucked at their bond. The press of cool leather was arousing through the thin silk dress, she wore white, both enjoying the contrast between her and Nemesis, and the challenge of not getting any blood on herself when she hunted. Her nipples hardened against the crush of their bodies, straining against the soft material to make it obvious she wore nothing beneath it.

Her eyes grew heavy as Nem drew her into the kiss, the surprise of blood making the blondes body shiver in extacy. She drank eagerly, twining her tongue around the puncture other, her body grinding into her Sires with a soft moan of pleasure. Not trying to contain her enjoyment as it pressed against the others mind. She was left panting when they broke apart, the red trickle of blood quickly licked from her lips. Her eyes shone golden now, the lust pressing on her, not yet at the stage where she could (or wanted to) separate bloodlust and physical lust. Her eyes remained on her Sires lips, tempted to start the mock fight that usually led to a lot of bloodletting and rough pleasure.

The expression on Nemesis’s face though, and her words, brought Devianna’s attention quickly back to the plot at hand. Her feral smile pulled at her lips quickly once more, and Devi turned, calming walking towards the door that led to the rest of the house. She could hear his words as she moved away from her Sire, flanking him on the other side. Her pale colouring and clothes not hindering her ability to blend into the shadows in the slightest. She kept her blood lust in check, though his mouth-watering aroma kept her violet eyes gleaming gold, and the sound of his heart beat drew all her attention. She knew Nemesis would have half of her attention split; the other woman wanted this game too much to let her fledgling succumb to bloodlust. Devianna had been trained well though, and kept herself in check.

“You hear that, Nem? The food thinks we come on command!” She purred mockingly, pitching her voice perfectly so he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint her location. She took in his attire, his weapons, and couldn’t help the chuckle of amusement that rippled past her lips. “Look! He’s brought some toys to play with. Pity he stumbled so far out of the playground and into the woods…” The closer she got the more the need for his blood burnt in her throat. Sure it was a few hundred years or so since she’d been turned, but in retrospect she was still in her teenage years as a vampire. The reason she could outmatch alot of her superiors was because of Nemesis’s blood running through her veins. She learnt quickly, but waging control over some of the darker vampiric elements took centuries to master and each day she lived, drank and plundered, her powers got stronger.

Her fangs pressed insistently against her lips, her tongue tracing them, as was the habit she’d created when hungry or restraining her bloodlust. The silk dress fluttered delicately around her, though there was no breeze in the house, her footsteps silent on the carpet as she prowled the house around him. Like a tiger along the line of a fence, awaiting Nemesis’s lead as this was her game. She didn’t want to test her Sire’s patience this night, not after the irritation over her warriors, so she kept her fangs in checked and just looked forward to the moment his blood was relented to her.

 

[Bsquad]

As he walked, his gray eyes slowly tracked from one doorway to the next, seeking the ellusive threats that he knew had to be lying in wait for him. He knew that there were many...otherworldly powers that these creatures posessed, strength and speed of course. Though those he'd delt with before now hadn't been much tougher than the thugs they were. He'd not had a problem dealing with them before, not even the first one that he had encountered. But compacentcy bred arrogance, and such a trait was as deadly to him as sunlight was to his quarry. As he reached th etop of the stairs he turned left on impulse, looking down the long halway.

“You hear that, Nem? The food thinks we come on command!” “Look! He’s brought some toys to play with. Pity he stumbled so far out of the playground and into the woods…”

Andre froze as a voice filtered through the hallways. The hairs on the back of his neck crept up, the familiar sensation of fear filling him. It was strange that a voice that was so seductive, so silky...could also fill one with such a sense of dread and forboding. He took a deep breath to steady himself, letting his thoughts rember what these creatures did to him, what the first did to him...and raised his weapon, a sense of strength and purpose returning to him. They were trying to twist him, to scare him.

"So, another vampire whore?" He called back, his voice sounding conversational as he walked, glancing at the doorways he passed.

"I've dealt with your kind before, without my little toys...with my bare hands in fact. She made a mistake thinking that she could twist me with words." Andre said, calmly.

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis smiled cruelly at his brave words and slipped down through the back stairs, she quickly made her way through to the kitchen and into the cellar. She glided down the stairs and came to the bottom of the dank stone room, all around her were people; humans in chains, looking half dead.

Nem came to a young woman, she looked no older than Nem herself but then Nemesis was hundreds of years old and almost hadn't aged a day beyond the 19 years she had been on the day of her....change. However Nemesis did change her appearance alot over the years and now she could easily be taken for 25 as opposed to her actual age which was closer to 600 years.

She unshackled the bound woman who looked like she had lived through hell! Nem reached into the woman's mind and spoke to her, walk. She obeyed and started up the stairs and took all of Nem's directions until she had successfully avoided the hunter in the large mansion and came to stop at the end of the hallway he was making his way down. Nemesis was cloaked by her own vampiric magic; invisibility made her alias an easy choice and she stood behind the woman, running her hand through the scared girl's hair.

While Nemesis could control the woman's actions and her verbal responses, she couldn't control the girl's emotions and this girl was emitting so much fear it was making Nem dizzy with bloodlust. Nem kept herself in check, Devi's bloodlust was also getting to her; this caught her attention.

"Keep yourself in check Devianna, I won't have a repeat of the last hunter...you've been warned..."

"Hunter" Nemesis got Andre's attention but he could only see the woman covered in dried blood, "If you really thought that, you wouldn't be trembling."

Nemesis appeared and bit deep into the woman's neck, the girl didn't make a sound because Nem didn't want her to but the look in her eyes spoke volumes - she was going to die, she was terrified and she knew it.

When Nem had drained the woman, she shoved her into Andre and disappeared again leaving only lingering words inside his mind.

"For your troubles Hunter....you will regret coming here to play with us..."

 

[Bsquad]

The spectre before him seemed to melt out of the shadows at the end of the corridor. It was a woman; a girl really, she didn't even look young enough to buy a drink at a bar. Though without the dried blood she would have been pretty enough to not have to worry about buying her own drinks. His gray eyes danced over her body, taking note of the torn rags she wore...it was clear that these creatures were not just drinking blood. He winced in almost physical pain at that thought. The rifle had raised of it's own acord, the red cross hairs of his scope settled on the girl's forhead.

He could see the terror etched on her face, standing there looking at a man who looked like he was ready to kill. She didn't flee, so something was standing there, controling her.

"Cowardly whore." He hissed, realizing just what the vampiress was trying to do. Scare him, cloud his judgement...make him doubt his abilities. He snarled at the realization. His finger tightened on the trigger as the girl fell to the ground, not enough to make the five pound pull snap, but enough for him to know it was there. The girl hit the floor with a thud and he looked down at what had simply become a lifeless husk of meat. He stood there, looking at her before he aimed his weapon at her face, and fired one round, adding a single hole in her forhead that didn't bleed...they'd drained her.

"So you killed her, an innocent girl...such an acomplisment." He said with a snarl, turning from the dead girl. He looked down the hall, almost sure that he could see the rug shift as though an invisible foot had disturbed it.

"Show yourself, or are you so frightened of me that you'll run and hide behind captives?"

 

[FaeBites]

Nemesis’s warning echoed chillingly in her mind and the former assassin actually pouted in the darkness. Choosing not to respond, oh but how sweet that hunter had been! The memories of his screams almost made the vampire squirm in arousal. She was always aware of where her Sire was, so she quickly understood what she was doing, a chilling smile coaxing her lips from their pout. The scent of the blood near drove Devi wild, her growl echoing around the walls as she stalked closer. Watching the light die from the girls’ eyes, and the feel of her soul escaping to its final rest sent a shudder through the blondes’ body.

When Nem disappeared from the mortals view, Devianna doubled back, coming up behind the hunter. The scent of his fear, and his determination, was the darkest foreplay she could imagine. She moved like a breath of air, silently prowling closer. She knew it was her turn, and she appeared behind the man her senses reaching out to surround him, alerting her to how much time she had before he could react. Her breath was cool on his shoulder, her hands stroking around his chest as her tongue trailed up the arch of his neck. It only took a fraction of a second and she was gone again, dragging herself away before her bloodlust caught up. “Mmm, he tastes like anger and pain. What’s wrong, pet? Couldn’t handle a real woman?” She mocked, her tone patronizingly sweet. Unable to read his mind, but able to pick up on emotions and surface thoughts.

She’d moved through the house to be in the hall in front of him again, materializing from the shadows, her golden eyes catching his, exerting their hypnotic qualities. Her hands trailed up the silk clad body, cupping her breasts and gliding up her chest. Her mouth gasping invitingly, but for the dangerous hint of her fangs. “I could take away her memory- one night with me and you’ll never think of her again….” She promised seductively, melting back into the shadows before he could fire at her. Of course, he wouldn’t think much of anything ever again once she broke his mind, body and soul. But that was the catch she usually didn’t reveal in till they were already begging her for mercy. It wasn’t like it was all pain, oh no, but few people realised that there actually was such a thing as to much pleasure.

So much fight in him, Nem! Can’t I have a taste? She asked, her throat dry with the need to feel his essence sliding down her throat. His musky bloody, warm and intoxicating. She yearned to feel him inside her, his hard length delving into her wet flesh even as she drained his life away. Just a taste… she moaned silently.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre was a shade too slow. He felt the Vampire behind him, her presence seeming to suprise him as it emerged from nothing. Her cold breath sickened him as he felt it whisper across his neck, it was lifeless, devoid of the scents that would be so normal on the breath of a woman. The only scent was the vaguest trace of the coppery odor of blood. He fought the urge to run, but instead he trued to turn...

...and felt the hands of the vampiress run across his chest, and before he could bat them away, the cold touch of her tounge licking across the back of his neck. He fought the urge to retch, instead turning on the spot, ready to fire. But he was greeted with nothing but an empty hall. Andre shook slightly, he had made a grave miscalculation. He couldn't flee, he couldn't retreat, he had to fight. He gritted his teeth and resolved that they wouldn't turn him. No, he'd die before they tried to do that to him. He started marching again, ready for anything...though knowing that it might not be enough.

He caught the momentary vision of the vampiress, emerging from the shadows, her voice as seductive as ever, taunting her with what she could do for him...taunting her with removing his memory from him. Before he could shoot, before he could do anything she melted into the shadows again, vanishing from his sight, but not his thoughts. They were toying with him, toying with him like a plaything.

"You think you can break me? I've dealt with whores before, and at best, you'd distract me for a few passing moments...used and discared like the filth you are." He growled.

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis' laugh echoed throughout the many hallways, her position unknown to the Hunter. His words amused her, he thought her a simple vampire; no desire beyond her bloodlust...but she was so much more.

So much fight in him, Nem! Can’t I have a taste?

No, not yet Devi...you will have your taste soon enough, it will be worth the wait my darling...anything good is worth waiting for...She told Devi, her tone silky, telling Devianna that she was also struggling with her bloodlust but Nemesis had more will power.

She wasn't that much older than Devi if the truth be known, only about 50 years or so but Nem had been a strong woman alive and now that she was dead she was that much stronger and so much wiser.

"You think us so simple Hunter?" Nem's voice suddenly spoke, it was clear enough for Andre to follow and learn her location.

Nemesis stood in the centre of the next hallway, her 175cm stature made her an imposing woman and not that much shorter than the hulk of a hunter before her, her feet adorned by black strappy heels that gave her admirable height another few inches.

"If you try to get a shot off I will be gone before you blink" Nem warned, "I give you what may be your only chance Hunter to speak to me, perhaps even beg for your worthless life."

Nemesis smiled, she sent waves of lust through the man before her; telling him he wanted her, desired her and needed to hear her voice, her beautiful voice again.

"Now, whores wasn't that it? Hear that Devi, we're vampiric whores!" She laughed, "A whore? Me? No, I don't think so." Her nose crinkled as she shook her head, her tone held a shade of sarcasm.

"Not I who turned the great Elizabeth Bathory and showed her how good blood could be, bathed in or lapped up. Which reminds me, I should pay her a visit." Nemesis said thoughtfully.

"Hunter, come now. We are not the simple vampires you have fought in the past and yes, I see your past; your pain and your fear are like chocolates to me." Nemesis licked her lips, "The oldest vampire you have ever come across, how old was he? For I know it was not that silly girl that toyed with you, she must've been barely 70 when she came across you."

"Did you enjoy killing her? Did it satisfy your needs?" Nemesis taunted in a sultry tone.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre's eyes opened wide as he heard the female call out. There were two, and they knew that he was scared. He fought to drown fear in anger, suceeding somewhat, but still felt that primal fear of the unknown. No mater what he might have done, vampires were still a large unknown in his book. He wasn't sure just what they might be capable of doing, what skills they might have...and he had been arrogant...no...foolish. He'd thought himself too powerful, too strong, but he had been wrong. He turned the corner, hugging the hardwood on the wall, aiming at the tall woman at the end of the hall, standing there in black leather that left nothing to his imagination and taunting him.

"I came here to kill you...kill your kind, you do things to people...wrong things." He snarled, listening to her voice, it was sultry, seductive, somethng that he wanted to listen too, but he forced himself not to be soothed by it, not to want her. He listened in shock to the age of that first female, she had been 70? And that was young for their kind?

"Yes, I used her. She was pleasurable, she was nice to use...but there was something wrong about her. She tried to twist my mind. She took it and made it wrong...my thoughts, my feelings. I killed her for that." He said, his voice heavy, drawing his strength from the words, taking comfort in hearing the reasons for his drive and for his actions. He would not forget them, not here and now at this moment.

"I'm going to kill you, destroy that taint that you carry, and eliminate the perversion that you bring to people's minds." He growled, and he knew that he wouldn't shake her...

"Maybe I shouldn't, not right away...that girl was weak, and I enjoyed her before I killed her. You and your servant seem quite nice. Perhaps I should do that again, asert my control over those who thrive on it. Force you down to the level of your prey." He growled, and before she could respond, he pulled the trigger and started shooting.

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna giggled at his words, his trash talking and name calling not rankling her in the least. She’d watched centuries go by… did the man realise just how many people she got to play with over the years?! Name calling and threats would do little to phase her. She listened to him go on, even as Nemasis started her mind fuck. As his temper flared, and the shots rang out, Devianna didn’t fret much for her sire. Bullets held little severe threat, and it was Devi who usually got hurt with her lesser control, and simpler pleasures.

“Oooooooooh” She moaned obscenely, “I love it when you talk dirty!” She mocked, moving round the house until she once again prowled the hall behind him. “Playing rough are we?” She purred from closer then he’d hope to hear, pouncing on him from behind while he sprayed the hallway in front with lead. She landed against warm flesh, her nails seeming sharper then they’d have originally looked. She took them both to the ground, him face first with Devi ontop of him. She hissed in his ear, her nails cutting through his clothes as easily as though razors, nicking his skin. “I like playing rough.” She smirked, her teeth grazing against the sensitive ridge of his ear. Her body pressed boldly against him, the crush of her breasts and groin obvious.

“I’m no ones servant, pet.” She impressed, giggling in his ear and bounding off, the force of her strength against his body a reminder of just how deceptive their appearances were. She quickly disappeared into the shadows once more before he could aim at her, swallowing down the burn in her throat. “Come, pet. Lets see you ‘assert’ some control” She laughed over her shoulder at him, moving back within the maze of rooms.

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis moved like lightening to escape the bullets, she made for the bedroom on her right and slammed into the closed door; it fell easily against her strength. She hissed as she realized he had nicked her left arm, the bullet only slicing the smallest piece of flesh as she had not expected such resilliance against her charms.

Devi, he's immune to seduction! The slightest amount of pain ebbing in her waves to her fledgling but it subsided soon enough as Nem concentrated on that area and sealed it. She then realized there was a bullet hole through her dress and her anger flared, humans!

Nemesis quickly became invisible again and slipped out of the room, she watched Devianna jump on the hunter and grinned before she wandered off down the hall.

"Catch us if you can hunter..." She let the words float on the air as she made her way down to the kitchen.

She pressed an alarm button which alerted both the police and her servants to the disturbance, it warned her servants not to return to the Mansion. I'd say you have about ten minutes Hunter before the police arrive and you turn up on the most wanted list.

Nemesis grinned, the best way to catch a human was to use other humans to do it! Devianna! We're leaving this human to his mess, we regroup at the safehouse.

Nem made her way to the cellar briefly, she killed everyone inside by slicing their throats and shook her head - it was always a shame to waste food but they had already had their fun with these. She turned and left the cellar, waiting for Devi in the kitchen, she never left her behind if she could help it.

 

[Bsquad]

Toying with him.

Toying with him...

Andre growled as he felt something leap upon him from behind. Before he could roll over, something slashed through the fibers of his vest, cutting into his skin like razors. He struggled to push the woman off of him, trying to gain some leverage as he landed on his weapon. Something grazed his ear as he felt the unmistakeable form of a voluptous woman pressing against him. He knew what he would do to them if he could catch them...kill them in the end but damn them they would suffer at his hands! He pressed up as she moved off of him and darted away.

He quickly got up, his eyes tracking the subtle cues as the vampiress ran from him, he could see the slight shift of the carpet, the flutter of the rich velvet drapes, the shifting doors. She was making this a game, but he was not going to allow her to toy with him again. He clicked the mag release and drew another one, slamming it into the mag-well with exceptional fervor. He would catch one and take her back to his safe house...use that to draw the other in.

"You won't run far, whore!" He called, his boots slamming into the floor as he chased after the vampiress, he was working on a timelimit, and he needed to hurry. If the police came, things would get difficult for him. Not impossible, but difficult. He growled, turning a corner behind the Vampiress, and spotting her body encased in silks ahead of him. He raised his weapon again, aiming to paralyze his target...shooting through the heart would wound her enough to make her an easy capture.

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna giggled at his yell, she slowed down enough so he could keep pace. Her bare feet soundless on the carpet though she left him enough of a sight of her to follow. Her veins surged with the chase, her breaths soft and excited. The bloodlust was under better control as she sunk further into the delicious game. The silk of her dress fluttered out behind her, like a ghostly trail fluttering above her heels.She heard Nem’s words and had a flush of disappointment.

Alright Nem, I’ll meet you there I just want to-

She was cut off as the bullets sprayed, laughing as she left it to the last minute to avoid them. You’re going to have to do better then- she purred into his mind until as sharp rip through her cut her off for the second time. Her surprise at underestimating his aim and ability made her miss a step, glancing down at the growing stain on the white material.

“That was my favourite dress!” She snarled, her anger eclipsing any commonsense as she spun around to face him. Her violet eyes smeared by the haze of gold. The wound wasn’t a serious one, in fact with the bullet removed it was already beginning to heal over. She should have expected the next thud though as it hit her square through her chest. The shock rocked her back slightly, taking her to her knees in the hall. While again it wouldn’t kill her, damage to the heart had a weakening affect on a vampire. Her eyes lost their golden haze in shock, staring up at him for a moment before fury set in. “Come here so I can drain you.” She snarled at him, pushing herself to her feet though she stumbled again like a sedated animal.

Her pain and fury blocked her from reaching to Nem, though she wouldn’t listen to her Sire now anyway. Devianna refused to comprehend just how dangerous her situation was getting, as she was finally weak enough for him to over power her. Her bloodlust mixed with her fury, and the only thing keeping him alive was her lack of strength to attack him.

 

[Bsquad]

Triumph sprung onto Andre's features as his weapon fired and his shots cut through air...but finally landed a burst into her back, the rounds lodging in her heart. It was perfect, she was weakened...slowed down to his level. A laugh escaped him, colder and darker than any that these vampires had managed. It was a dangerous laugh, one of mingled triumph and satisfaction.

"Oh my, slowing down? Suddenly feeling so very weak? So very vulnerable?" He taunted, his weapon still pointed, he had an evil grin on his face. This was not the action of some righteous crusader. Not some proud servant of good...no, this was someone who was just as dark and twisted as the creature he hunted. Every stumble that Devianna made seemed to amuse him, every uncontrolable motion was ambrosia for him. He slowly began to close the distance, moving closer and closer as the vampiress tried to prepare.

His circle was cut short as he leapt forward, suprisingly adgile and quick when he had a clear target. He crossed the imaginary circle, the muzzle of his weapon stabbing into her stomach with a jab, then letting go, one arm slamming into her throat and hauling her backwards, forcing her off balance enough to grab one of her arms.

"Not doing so well, are you? Slowed down to a human, you haven't got much...especailly when you can't twist my mind. There's something that you should know." Andre said, his voice a savage growl into her ear.

"I loved that first one, I loved her with all my heart and she betrayed me...twisted me." He said, and his tounge licked Devianna's ear in a sick parody of intimacy.

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis moved at Devianna's words, she started to head for the back door that lead to the woods, it would carry her far from the Manor in minutes but she froze at the barrage of bullets. Nem's eyes widened, she clutched her heart as her fledgling was shot and her pain was mind numbing to Nemesis.

She turned on her heel out of instinct, completely prepared to go to her sister vampiress but stopped short and listened carefully. Her waves connected deeply to Devianna and she heard the words spoken, felt the hunter's gun and his arms as if they were wrapped around her instead.

Damn you Devi! Nemesis' hiss was heard throughout the household, she was angry and it flared like an atomic bomb inside of the mansion. She heard the sirens and realized her time was up, the mistake had cost her greatly and she fled through the back door.

Underestimating this hunter had been her undoing and she would now have to retrieve her sister later, once she had regrouped. Her strength was dwindling with Devi's wounds, she hated the connection for that reason which was why she had to protect Devianna so fiercely.

She raced through the woods at great speed, her heels didn't matter as they never seemed to touch the ground and she made her way to the safehouse on the other side of town. When Nemesis finally reached the safehouse, her servants had to practically pour her onto her bed, her strength was diminished and her connection with Devianna weakened a great deal, she could not help her sister as she was.

I will deal with you hunter...and then you Devianna... This was the last thing she managed to transmit to them both before she passed out.

 

[FaeBites]

Had Devi been weaker of spirit his grin would have been entirely unnerving. Her dead heart laboured in her chest, her ability to heal slowed in the major muscle. Dark blood stained her breasts, which in turn rose and fell in edged breaths. Her body tensed, but it was all she could do to remain on her feet, let alone attack him. Her breath hissed at the blow to her stomach and throat, staggering as she fell back against him, struggling weakly. His skin seemed hot enough to burn her own cooler flesh, her fangs bared, snapping at his neck though his arm around her throat kept it out of her reach.

The warm lick of his tongue sent a shudder through her, and she decided she much preferred being the predator to prey. “Start running, pet. If you think you can escape my revenge you’re going to be sorely disappointed.” She snarled, the stealing weakness of her limbs so unbalancing. She hadn’t been weak for centuries – and to be bested by a damned mortal! Devianna thought she might die of humiliation. She knew her confidence had outplayed her. She should have disappeared when Nem called, not continued her torture.

At mention of her Sire she heard the hiss and blanched, the last of her strength seeming to dwindle with her sires rage. Devi collapsed back against him, her breaths panting as she growled weakly in frustration. Something she hadn’t felt for a long time began to blossom in her chest, even as the sirens became louder. Fear.

I love you, Nem. She whispered into the prevailing darkness along their bond, afraid if she didn’t say it now perhaps she’d never get to tell the Vampiress again. Darkness, complete and subduing was also creeping up on her own mind. The need to feed to repair her wounds was foremost in her thoughts, but she doubted the Hunters plans would correspond. A shudder of fear laced her body at Nems promise, but she couldn’t despair completely. Nemesis would never abandon her. It was that knowledge that kept her from completely relenting against the hard male body behind her.

 

[Bsquad]

"I hadn't thought such an elder whore would fall prey to such a common flaw...hubris." He whispered into Devi's ear, laughing at her gnashing fangs as she tried to bury them in his throat, but he was clever enough to avoid the deadly touch of those teeth. Andre let out a small bark of triumph as he felt the vampiress weaken in his grip. She had been powerful enough, strong enough, fast enough to defeat him without breaking a sweat...but she had decided to toy with him. He kept an arm around her throat while his other grabbed for a pair of handcuffs...not normally enough to hold one this powerful...but weakened it was plenty to deal with her.

"No I belive that we should go." He said, and snapped the gleaming steel restraints around her wrists. IN one motion he lifted her onto his shoulder and began walking towards the downstairs, heading for the back door, the rear exit and to his stashed vehicle, he had to leave. Staying and facing the elder vampire and dealing with the police would be inconvienent...just as inconvinent as leaving that body here with a bullet in her head. He turned, and saw the flickering flame of a lamp guttering on one of the many amoirs and side tables. It was a strange thing to see in a modern home, but this building was ancient, it merely enhanced the mistique. With one fluid motion, his boot snapped up into a perfect kick, sending the lamp flying through the air and smashing into the wall, leaving a burning pool of oil licking at the velvet coverings and rich ebony panelling.

He repeated the action on three more lamps as he jogged out of the building, Devi still slung on his shoulder, and still weakened beyond resistance. As he burst through the kitchen door and back into the torrential downpour, he glanced back and saw the flickering tendrils of flames beginning to devour the mansion...that was one lair that these vampires would not find use for again. Andre turned and ran across the lawn and into the raining night, turning into nothing more than a memory. He reached his vehicle, and rolled Devi into the trunk, started the engine and drove off as the first flashing lights of the emergency vehicles began to glow through the rain.

 

[monique_minx]

When Nemesis came to, she barked at her servants for food and they scurried off to obey her. Nem's head was splitting open and her heart felt like a flaming void inside her chest, bullets. Her servants returned quickly with a tasty young female, she must've been barely 20 and obviously terrified. She squeaked something about money and not going to the police but Nemesis was too weak to taunt today. She sunk her teeth into the girl's neck, the blood was sweet and the coppery tang felt like liquid fire invigorating her.

She let the dead shell of a human fall to the floor and waved her servants away with it. Nem sat down on the bed again, she tried to feel for Devi but realized her fledgling was out cold. Nemesis growled and picked up the phone, she'd given herself a good idea inside the Manor and now she would be in need of the favour.

"Elizabeth?" Nemesis asked, her voice sounded sickly sweet.

"Need a favour, Devi got caught up again...yes I know....just need a few things, pay me a visit if you like!....Oh no dear, that's not necessary, I think I can handle one human on my own....Devianna was senseless and weak, when I save her, I'll kill her for disobeying me!"

Nemesis hung up with the woman, she had felt her fledgling's love in her sleep and it made her feel slightly guilty for being angry with Devi but she shook it off and began pacing the length of the room.

Alright Hunter, you have my attention. Just think really loudly and I'll hear you. Nem mocked his humanity, what is it that you want?

Obviously he wanted Nemesis as well, she would've been a greater prize than Devianna but Nem was not so stupid as to walk into a trap which was why she had called Batty. Nemesis wanted Devi back, if the hunter realized she could easily be weakened by Devi's physical pain then this would cause her no end of trouble. She needed to feed everytime Devi was wounded to replenish herself, this was the biggest problem she faced because although she had other servants that she'd sired to be at her beck and call. Devianna had been by her side the longest, the closer she and Devi had grown; the stronger the connection had grown and Nemesis loathed the connection on occasions such as these.

 

[Bsquad]

The drive back to his safe house was one that had spring from reasonable prudence, learned caution, and ingrained paranoia. A twenty minute drive turned into two hours of twists, turns, curves and double backs, taking side streets and alleys, jumping on highways and getting off, pulling into parking lots and waiting for endless minutes before proceeding. Such actions were nessecary, though he had never been followed, he knew that there was a chance, although his precautions were only useful against his possible human foes, the puppets of these foul creatures. He knew that the creatures that he hunted were not fooled by such measures.

The proof of that was the incessant voice that seemed to flood his thoughts. He was sure that the vampiress was not speaking to him, but her...sire?...was. And from the tone she was none too pleased by his choice of prize. She demanded his response, but instead, he merely remained silent, keeping his thoughts still and not allowing her the slightest response to emerge. As he drove, the voice seemed to dwindle, and he felt a small thrill of triumph as he turned off the rural highway he had been driving down, and into what appeared to be a rough trail...which it was.

He drove through the trees and undergrowth, taking comfort in knowing that he was close at home, before pulling into a wide clearing that sat before a log cabin of the sort that billionaires enjoyed when they decided to 'rough it' in Aspen. He didn't stop at the steps to the front entry, instead pulling around to the lower level and backing into the garage. As he closed the door, he stepped out, feeling safe at long last...and with the sense of safety, a creeking grin of satisfaction grew on his face. He had won this round, as he had all the others...

He laughed at the thought, and the sound was a twisted and evil thing, though not borne from dark desires or foul purpose in his eyes...to him it was the laugh of the righteous victor. But he never realized the evil that good can bring. Opening the trunk, he looked down at the vampiress, his eyes narrowed in loating of the creature, he tolerated it's existance like all the others he had interrogated before. She would be used for what was needed, and discarded after. His hand pulled down a pair of shackles set onto a large stout chain that hung from the ceiling. Clasping the gauntlets around Devi's forearms, he stepped away and triggered the winch, lifting the female out of the trunk so that she dangled above the floor by her arms.

Andre looked at the hanging female, and decided against stripping her while she was unconscious, the interrogation would require every tool at his disposal, and humiliation would be quite useful. He turned and headed off to change and dress his wounds.

 

[FaeBites]

His words had laced her slow decent into semi consciousness. His scent was torture, wrapping around her, revelling in his beating heart that she had neither the strength nor the means to reach. She fell in and out of awareness, only aware of the burning ache of her wounds as they struggled to heal themselves without a fresh supply of blood. Her violet eyes flickered open as she was dropped into the trunk, something smelt like smoke but she didn’t have the strength to think of it. She fell into the inky pool of darkness once more.

Devianna woke slowly, as though reluctant to remember what reality would bring. Her throat burnt with the need to feed, her healing wounds ached and her arms felt like Vlad had been fucking with her again. She frowned, moaning softly at the thought of Vlad, memory flooding back in. Vlad was dead. She was a vampire. And some fucking mortal had her chained up. And Nem was… Devianna reached for their connection, her stomach dropping clean out of her body when she felt how wavy and insubstantial it was. Like taffy pulled incredibly thin. Mixed with her weakness from lack of feeding, she had nothing to offer to strengthen it.

Nem? Nem! The words were distant and substanceless, and she knew that hadn’t reached through. Something clawed at her chest, making her heartache and her breathing rate rise. It took her long moments to realise she, the great centuries old Devianna, was panicking. She took a few, hardly calming and useless breaths, snarling silently at herself to pull it together. Dark violet eyes, almost black with her need to feed, started to focus on the room around her. She tested the manacles that snared her wrists, getting no where fast with the thick steel cuffs that she’s sure would provide a semi decent obstacle even if she was at full strength. They cut uncomfortably against her suddenly delicate seeming wrists, Her head falling back to shake blonde curls off of her face.

Her senses remained unchanged, so she could hear him and smell him somewhere close by, the sound of his heart beat a torture in itself to the starving vampiress. She stretched out her body, her toe managing to graze the ground but unable to take any slack off of her aching arms. Frustration over came her for a moment, and she thrashed against the chains, though it did little more then bruise her arms and increase her need for blood. She couldn’t stand her weakness, her helplessness, in made her stomach churn and her teeth grind in frustration. How did she ever survive as a mortal?

Nem! NEM! Still nothing, she knew her Sire would be furious with her, her creativity for punishments really was shudder worthy. But Devianna would take anything Nemesis deemed as long as she came for her. But what if she doesn’t? A small, nasty voice said in her mind, what if this is your punishment? Devianna swallowed, but refused to sink into despair as the weak would. “As much as this is romantic and all… can we get on with it? Might as well get through all the foreplay before I tare your fucking throat out.” She snarled out to him, livid at both him and her own cocky stupidity that had gotten her into this situation to start off with.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre left the vampiress dangling, and walked into the main portion of his home. The building was rough enough to seem rustic, but modern enough to be comfortable. Although he was not one for idle amusements anymore, there was no television, no newspaper inside the house, but there were computers, slaved together in a simple mainframe, something tha the used for his research into the creatuers. Pictures, polaroids, printouts and other pieces of information covered the walls like a collaged wallpaper. It was both obsessive and practical. There were many threads of this puzzle for him to follow, and he was trying to track each one.

Except for one section of wall, laid out in neat rows were pictures of people...pictures of corpses to be precise. Beneath each one was a name...and a pair of fangs. These were his kills, every one, documented and rembered. Each one a vampire that would no longer trouble humanity. Perhaps he should have felt guilt, remorse at taking their lives. But in all honesty, he had never regreted a single bullet he had fired, or regreted a single life he had taken.

Human or Vampire.

He went upstairs, spending an hour cleaning his wounds and changing, cleaning his weapons and tidying up before walking back downstairs, wearing jeans and a Tshirt, ready to begin asking his questions. Pausing at the door, he waited and listened to her cursing him for several minutes, a smile on his face. Insults were their refuge...along with threats when they were powerless.

"Good, I'm glad that you're so very determined to resist. It makes any information I get that much more reliable. Someone who just babbles on and on about what they know is more than able to slip in lies. But the answers that come from relucatnace and defiance? Those I can belive." Andre said, and walked into the room. He looked up at her with the eye of someone considering the best approach to something no more exciting than a line up for a golf swing.

"What is your name?" He asked, starting at the beginning, and pulling a metal legged chair across the floor with a screeching noise, and sitting himself down in it.