Blood Haven, a precast thread

[laceandcogs]

Loren would have liked nothing more than to take the opportunity presented by Deagan's gentlemanly shielding and fade. She would have loved to become paler, paler still, until her shape was no more than an outline of twinkling silver pinpoints that whispered away to nothing. It would have been a splendid escape from a fight that looked to be far too even a match to end happily. It would have also exposed her inhumanity (though, she reflected, she was perhaps the most human of nonhumans in the immediate vicinity!) though, and she could not have that without chancing an even starker decline in the quality of her evening.

And so, she let Deagan form a very reassuring wall between her and the fight, and slid into a low crouch to peek below him. She wanted to see Talon, wanted to watch as best was possible. Her breath stilled, became almost too slow, and the hungry darts of her eyes as she noted the nuances of his style threatened the peaceful, sweet exterior she presented. It was not a study born of the desire to defeat him at some point, for she wanted nothing -less- than to engage Talon in battle. It was, instead, dedicated to seeing if he held in himself the scientific coldness, the encyclopedic knowledge of human frailty that marked the one she so abhorred. It would be a truly unfortunate thing if her nemesis and her host turned out to be one and the same, but the Dreamborn wasn't the sort to pass up a chance to gather information.

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon stepped aside and laughed, taunting Ken and knowing the lycan was losing his temper, that in Talon's book was a good thing because the punch that Ken had connected hurt more than Talon would ever let on...

"Come on wolfy, get up and fight like a man?"

He danced to the side and tossed a punch that turned into a blur, turned and tossed another, not knowing if they hurt, only that they made the Lycan madder, and Ken followed as Talon backed over the destroyed glass wall and into the main room.

"Looks like all you're good for is tearing down my walls and ruining the furniture, hmmm?"

Talon knew what was about to happen, made sure there was some solid furniture behind him, then tossed another insult to see if Ken was mad enough to take the bait.

"What's the matter puppy? Old man vamp getting the best of you?"

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Come on wolfy, get up and fight like a man?"

Ken huffed, his chest rising and falling, his rage, and exertion, his wolf howled. Ken ripped off his suit coat, his piercing yellow gaze growing serious, his body pulsed beneath his clothing, his aura grew stronger, his wolven blood coursing through his veins. Talon's hands snapped out, ken's jaw and head snapping to one side ken just merely spit blood. his head ever so slowly straightening

"that the best you got blood sucker? my grandmother hits harder then you do"

he watched Talon back up, Ken flexed his hands a sheen of sweat forming over his skin, his hands growing slightly furry his nails extended into razor points, the claws where out now, kens teeth also grew pointed, his K-9's elongating with everything else,

"Looks like all you're good for is tearing down my walls and ruining the furniture, hmmm?"

Ken stalked back into the room, his shirt clinging to his body, his shoulders rising and falling but the vampire kept taunting him, with a howl he lunged at Talon, claws out stretched he swung, only to have Talon move, his claws slicing through the Couch like paper and in a rage he kicked the furniture and sent it flying

"Fuck YOU!"

a surge of strength pulsed through Ken, gripping half the shredded couch he hefted it and hurled it at the bloodsucker like a baseball, his eyes watching, waiting, the minute Talon moved he would be all over him

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon smiled as Ken lost control and shifted, his eyes studying the massive figure of the wolf as his claws began to extend, the howl that ripped through the room reminded him of another time and place when he fought the Lycans...

He had Ken mad, Talon knew as the couch sailed through the air at him...

Now to keep him that way....

"Silly puppy, playing with the furniture, still not housebroken I see?"

Talon timed it as the huge, half shredded leather couch sailed towards him, stepping aside at the last second to grab the last leg still attached, then using himself as the pivot point and spinning it full circle, gaining momentum before he released it to send it flying back as Ken....

"Damn"

Talon muttered as Ken moved, having already factored in the Lycans next move being to attack him, but what Talon hadn't figured on was the couch catching Ken right in front of where Deagan and Lorens table was...

"Sorry about that old chap, didn't mean to ruin your dinner"

Talon laughed and apoligized in his best British accent

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Silly puppy, playing with the furniture, still not housebroken I see?"

Ken watched, he saw Talon move and leapt, once more the fucking vampire surprised him, turning the couch back against him ken only had time to think "shit" then the couch hit him like a frieghttrain, with a curse he sailed back, crying out as he hit something behind him, a table, bending painfully backwards before the table collapsed ken hit the floor with the couch on top of him. Ken laid there, panting, clearing the stars out of his eyes he shoved the couch off him and got to his feet.

He was panting, feeling something he reached into his mouth, pulling out half a tooth he turned his head and spit blood, cracking his neck ken looked to talon, shoving the other male lycan aside he stalked across the room, just before he reached talon his hand lashed out, gripping the back of a steel folding chair he suddenly spun on his heel, the chair folding mid spin Ken lashed out throwing every ounce of strength into the steel chair in his palms like a baseball bat he heard the satisfiying sound of Steel-meets-skin as he Belted talon with it and sent the vampire sailing

"batter up"

Ken spit blood again and tossed the now ruined chair aside, his wolven aura began to waiver, slowly the adreneline, the rage, the pain from his injuries began to work against him, slowing him, the couch had hurt like a motherfucker, but Ken squared off, ready for Talon once more

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon knew exactly what a baseball felt like when old Babe put it out of the grandstand, knew the sound bat made too as it smacked the ball solid and hard as well.... and as he sailed through the air he wondered almost absently what it was going to feel like to land, his eyes running over the room to see the destruction already done, couches destroyed, tables flattened and the guest either amused and laughing, or brushing food off themselves...

And then he knew what it felt like to land, his body slamming into the food line, flipping it over and sneding flames into the air as the candles heating the trays ignited the silk spreads under them.

It hurt, damn did it hurt, his shoulder ached and back screamed, and he knew he'd heal but it would take time.... Talon rose to his feet and brushed off the caviar imported fresh that morning, then grimaced as he saw the ruined suit and slipped it off calmly.

"You owe me a suit........ Doggy"

Talon smiled as if to say "Is that all you got?", then stepped around the thoroughly trashed food line until a single, heavy table split the 50 feet that seperated them evenly.

"You're good Ken... and tough.... But I'm better, would you like to know WHY?"

What really hurt was his pride, Talon decided, knowing he let the lycan get under his skin and thought to teach the man a lesson for it.... only to destroy his own party????

"I'm better because I usually plans things out ahead of time..... like THIS"

Talon smiled and focused.... used his own inner beast and summoned the strength of thousands of years of practice.... gathered it until it glowed around him like a star about to explode.... then channeled it out and away..... not directly at Ken, but rather the priceless..... hand tooled.....irreplacable and VERY solid oak table..... lifting it easily and sending it at the Lycan like an old fashioned frisbee..... humming and whirring like a swarm of angry bees....

"Catch Doggy"

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Ken watched with a smug smile as Talon hit the table and flipped it, looking to the beauty of the flames as it danced up along the silk draperies, ken let his body relax, panting, he was done, his strength was quickly leaving him, he had to end this, finish the fucking blood sucker off. But once more the god damn bastard surprised him, and got up. Ken rolled his head and squared his shoulders,

"Catch Doggy"

ken was far enough away this time that he saw the table coming, ken looked around, then up, with a snarl he leapt up, the table sailing harmlessly beneath him he twisted in the air, rebounding off the ceiling he launched at talon,

"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

 

[MaskofSand]

A sharp gasp pulled from her lips as he ran a testing hand around her backside, the full noise coming as the digits sampled between her folds. Kayla moaned against his skin, her eyes closed tightly, the simple touch setting off so much inside her.

Don't tease.
Don't make me hurt you.
You don't think I will?

Her silent threats were never uttered, his hands making way for his manhood to enter. She moaned softly, those nails nearly ripping through his shirt, the size of him at first facing hesitance from her small frame. He forced, though without command. Determination, need, those gave the extra press and give that allowed him admittance.

Kayla cried out against his lips as he let her form engulf him, easing her down upon him. Her sex felt so pressed to its limit, stretching, giving, horrified at first at what it had been given.

But.
But it felt so damned good.
She wanted more, she demanded it. Her desire for him was evident in her panting breaths, the way her juices flowed down his length as he simply held her there.

Pain that reminded her of her human frailty.
Pleasure that promised her something beyond that.
Need.
She always had need.

Her hips lifted slightly in his grip, a weak groan leaving her with the effort against his length inside her, coaxing her form to pull upward just a bit- Just-

She lowered again, crying out at the pressure of him once more.
"Please."
It was whispered, her eyes closed tightly as she uttered the single word.

 

[Light Ice]

He heard the word. That bubbled word. Such sweet things had long been soured. Marcus never gave a woman reason to beg, never withheld once they'd accepted him. The cruelty of it was too sharp in his mind, a fresh wound kept so by the demon that infested every avenue of his body. In so many ways he was a slave to this moment, to the feeling of a woman's body slipping over him. Each and every time it was better and worse than before.

She rocked her little hips against him, coaxed as his eyes swept over her softly-featured face. A moment coming where scarcely more than the very crown of his hard length remains trapped in the vice-like tightness of her body. Sensations arc through him, tearing at the fibrous chords of control that feather their way from his mind to the many parts of him her body inspires.

But she'd said please. She'd ask. He would not make her wait.

All at once his strong hands pull her down, drop her along his prick, impale her on every thick ebon inch as caution and care gave way to need. Higher thoughts were long vanished, torn away as he slipped into the primitive. Marcus drove her back, crushed her lean body against the wall and ignored it as books from nearby shelves were knocked from their place by the impact. Trapped there, between unyielding stone and unyielding flesh, she was a beautiful vision. A breathy, wanton little thing.

He began fucking her. A slow retreat of his hips before a fluid, powerful thrust forward. Her body made his own so hot, made his flesh wet and frightfully hard as it drove deeply into her, stretching her as he rooted her pouted petals against the base of his shaved pubic bone before withdrawing and thrusting again. A lusty beat of his hips, a primal cadence, dictated by haste and need as the pair collided and turned fucking into fighting, kissing roughly from one another's mouths. His teeth plucking at her lip in wanton bite before he laid his big head upon her small shoulder and redoubled his efforts. Drilling the poor, pixie-like girl against the wall while low growls of want rumbled through him.

 

[BLACK BART]

Ken watched with a smug smile as Talon hit the table and flipped it, looking to the beauty of the flames as it danced up along the silk draperies, ken let his body relax, panting, he was done, his strength was quickly leaving him, he had to end this, finish the fucking blood sucker off. But once more the god damn bastard surprised him, and got up. Ken rolled his head and squared his shoulders,

"Catch Doggy"

ken was far enough away this time that he saw the table coming, ken looked around, then up, with a snarl he leapt up, the table sailing harmlessly beneath him he twisted in the air, rebounding off the ceiling he launched at talon,

"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Talon sighed thinking.... the wolf never quit!.... Then moved as the heavy shadow dropped from the sky to grip him by the throat and continue his fall to the floor....hard...

"No, sorry...."

He gripped the man by his throat and held him there, slapped away the claws and ignored the choked curses, his eyes red and burning into Ken's as he made up his mind...

"But you can, and will... it that's what you choose."

He spoke softly in the room, knowing no need to pose any longer,that those who wanted to listen were already... and the others were deep inside the place they chose to be as well, he looked to see the lycan calming... Ken's eyes looking at him in an almost completely human manner as he chose his fate...

Talon rose and lifted the man with him, gripped his hair and tilted his head back, his mouth open and fangs slowing white in the remaining candle light of the room before he buried them deep into Ken's neck....

The blood hit his throat and he drank deep of it, the power and memories washing through him, faces, places ad events he had never known now becoming his as he drank the lycan blood and bonded with the man before him.... then broke away to bite his won wrist and press it to the mans lips and watch him drink...

"Blood of my blood......"

Talon murmurred the ancient words, not beleiving in the magic they were supposed to hold, for he was too old and too jaded to belive in just words any longer....

"Enough, you are my wolf to call and as such you'll have a drink with me..."

Talon let his hold loose and watched Ken lest he stagger, then nodded as the lycan found his balance and pointed to the sole remaining fixture on their side of the room, that being the wet bar....

"Shall we?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana Ver'idian

“Tell me” he began after a sip from his drink “is this party so boring that you’ve come to me of all people for small talk, or is there something else on your mind” he said with a smile “perhaps an unexpected party crasher?”

Their eyes met, hers holding onto his with a warming promise as her smile made her eyes light up. So he had been paying attention as well, but who would not have noticed one like Lilith entering and roaming amongst them? She moved closer, taking a stool beside Isaac and twisting so she faced his profile, “Margarita please.” She ordered the bartender, lifting her bottom up just a little higher to park a cheek on the cushioned cream perch behind her.

She studied him, that profile and that absence of color. Intriguing, and amusing how a vampire could look so pure… So… Innocent. Far from the truth, no one was innocent these days, not even Isaac. Granted she had never sampled him herself, but he was vampire… Enough said. Corners lifted a little more on her smile, lips thinning as the grin spread, “Do I need a reason other than you’re alone and … Well I am succubae.” The bartender placed her drink on a coaster and slid it forward.

“Thank you.” She said to the bartender, then promptly turned back to Isaac and continued speaking, “Noticed the hot fallen one too did you?” A soft chuckle as Lana’s eyes swung to the swaying backside in question, “Think she’s bisexual or maybe into groupies? I was….“ Then she caught sight of the new comer and Talon, “Oh Shit..” Her hand reaching down towards her inner thigh and realized she was in a short cocktail dress, and there was no strapped tranquilizer gun resting against her.

Just in time to hear the half-cocked youth go off with a "I am Kennedy Vella'morte one of the last few remaining pureblood clans of the were-wolf clans..”

“You know,” She spoke in a low tone to Isaac, “That pure blood is just another term for inbred right?” A little pause before quipping with, “Think his mom and dad were siblings or cousins?” and laughed a little. She was on a roll of bitchhood tonight. Trying to laugh it off, even when the first blows came and went. Shit crashed and began to fall, silence fell and people began to scatter out of the way for safety reasons but yet remained to watch the ass kicking commence. Who would win? Talon or the pup? The poor human mayor looked more than a little irritated with that red splothed face and angry shaking of his head as his jowels flapped with his fat flapping lips, obviously pissed off that their nice evening was turning into a poorly written action slash horror flick... Too bad there isn't more blood to show ...

“I suppose tonight couldn't go off without a hitch some where.” She bent in closer to Isaac to speak to him and him alone, her mouth near his ear although her eyes remained on the brawling pair… Just in case..

“I have some new tranquilizers ready for the field. Stronger dosage. A few hundred crates of the stuff and I know you know who to call to work up a sale.” She left it at that, not wanting anyone to pay too much attention to them and what she was saying. “Think we can talk business later?” She had other things as well but was having a hard time of late with shipping the goods out, those tunnels were filling up and money wasn’t coming in as it used to. The damned groups were slowing down and in some cases interrupting the sales and shipping routes, neither were good for Lana’s pocket book nor her mood.

“If you’re interested in discussing this and more options?” Her eyes left the fight as it went outdoors, turning instead back to the creature at her side. Her tension was growing, her posture changing as the thoughts began to run through her mind of possible scenarios going on outside and the dangers that pup held where it came to Talon. Though she did not get along too well these days with Talon, she still would give her life to save his. The fact she was unarmed and sitting at the bar when she’d rather get her bared hands on that mongrel outside bore testament to her resolve to TRY and behave tonight as he had asked her to do.

“I really hate being unarmed.” She growled but leaned into Isaac and laughed lightly as if she had said something amusing. Her eyes constantly moving around the room, watching people come and go, shift and lean to peer outside and around the debris. A pair moved out of the way as items went crashing down at the end of the bar, a light catching curtains on fire in the process.

“What in the fucking hell is with these arrogant inbred morons?!” She jumped up then, turning to lean far over the bar and grab at a champagne bucket, “Fill this and put that out!” She barked orders at the startled bar tender. “Someone give me a gun!” Now she couldn’t KILL in Blood Haven, it did not mean she could not knock the dumb ass out with a few tranquilizers and toss him to the river.

“Do you have a weapon, Isaac?” She turned to him, ignoring the taunting words coming from Talon as he and the dog wrestled around the banquet hall.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Olivia Seaburne-May

Olivia was intrigued. She had taken the gathering of people as a polite visit among ‘friends’, but that notion was soon dispelled. The sexual tension rolling from two people just outside the terrace door was a palpable thing that dripped from the air. Olivia gripped the armrests of her chair, taking a deep breath to soak in the feelings of lust and raw, unadulterated sex.

Another man, sitting across the room from her was making polite conversation with another, his dress code slightly below average for the occasion ... almost arrogant in its style. The nauseating smell of dog that radiated from him was enough to make Olivia green. Lycans ... god, she hated them. She was very curious to find out what exactly Talon’s relationship with these mutts were?

Another woman positively radiated power and Olivia wanted desperately to sink her teeth into her soft flesh and have a taste of it ... to feel it flowing in her veins. Olivia’s dark eyes followed her as she changed into a sultry red dress that clung to every curve of her body...

Olivia’s lascivious summary of the crowd was rudely interrupted as Talon and another mutt launched into a full blown fist fight. A sardonic smile rested on her lips as she turned her chair to get a better view, sipping from a very intoxicating bloody Mary that was obviously masterminded with a taste for vampire likings. The blood it contained was sweet ... innocent, something Olivia would kill for.

The rage, anger and cockiness that flowed from the two males embroiled in their little fist fight were setting her senses alight. In this day and age, a full-blown brawl was a rarity and Olivia was relishing in the emotions rolling from the two men like an avalanche. She soon discarded her chair to edge a few steps closer, wanting more of it...

They were dead set on ripping each other’s heads off, and every slash of pain screamed through Olivia’s senses like delicious candy to complete the outrageously generous buffet of emotions permeating through the building.

She felt alive!

The grande finale saw Talon on the floor with the Lycan sprawled over him. Olivia's thirst returned with a vengeance as she watched the vampire sink his fangs into the wolf. She could almost feel the memories and emotions storm through Talon’s mind. It took every ounce of control she could muster to stay exactly where she was ... rooted to the floor. She would tear the wolf apart for a taste... just a taste.

By the time Talon offered his wrist to the dog and spoke those ancient words, Olivia was panting against the wall ... she prided herself in her incredible restraint and was absolutely astonished at the lack thereof. Her eyes had darkened into pitch black orbs, the monster beneath barely bridled as she let them roam across the destruction the little interlude had left.

Blood Haven was going to be a very interesting visit.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Ken hit the ground sitting on Talon like a parked car, hands wrapped around the Vampires throat as he squeezed, ready to pop this little fuckers head like a god damned pimple he felt talon shift beneath him, the vampires hand lashing out to catch him around the throat as well. Ken narrowed his eyes then suddenly talon surged up, tossing ken of balance he suddenly found himself looking up a talon as he was pinned to the ground.

Ken's energy flagged, and that was all the chance talon had needed, ken cried out as once more talon yanked his hair back. He had an instant to see talons mouth open and ken screamed every profanity he could think of, he knew talon was going to kill him, with a set a choppers like gin-su knives he was sporting talon struck and kens body jerked, then suddenly he felt a swirling of energies and his eyes widened

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!"

Ken struggled but he had no power left, talon kept him pinned to the floor as he slit his wrist and ken struggled more trying to spit the blood out of his mouth but talon forced him to swallow

"Blood of my blood......"

Ken screamed in rage as talon took his memories, his energy, bound them together as Master and servant, with a single thought from talon ken calmed and laid still beneath the male, his eyes burning with hatred and rage but the fight was gone from him, he could depise the male all he wanted, but fuck, this was low.

you are my wolf to call and as such you'll have a drink with me..."

He took the offered hand as talon helped him up, panting, his lungs burning to breath, his muscles sore, tight, he looked around at the destruction they had caused, his face frowning slightly he caught a whiff of hunger, his eyes scanning the room they finally rested on Olivia he could almost feel the palpable hunger flowing off her and licked his lips.

Turning back to talon he sighed

"i fucking hate you"

he walked with talon to the wet bar and sat down

 

[kittenofdeath]

“Do I need a reason other than you’re alone and … Well I am succubae.”

“Spose not” Isaac said with a shrug as he continued to sip his drink, watching her out of the corner of his eye, he dint buy that line for one second, the two of them had never had a conversation that ended in something Succubae related before and he couldn’t for the life of him think of anything that would motivate her to do so if she didn’t before.

“Noticed the hot fallen one too did you?” “Think she’s bisexual or maybe into groupies? I was….“ “Oh Shit..”

He had been about to reply, the ‘fallen one’ as Lana had so deftly put it was a subject he found interesting, and one he actually knew about, but he noticed what was about to happen just as she had, he sighed and took another drink and sighed as he saw her reach for a gun that wasn’t there, he missed being the guy who started fights, sure he could break in to this one and have some fun, but Talon so rarely got to play a little, so he stayed seated.

“You know,” “That pure blood is just another term for inbred right?” “Think his mom and dad were siblings or cousins?”

The first line was good, but the follow up made him laugh openly, acting like to people weren’t beating the heal out of each other behind him “well he’s only got ten fingers” Isaac said once he stopped laughing “so unless his toes are an odd number, I say cousins.”

“I suppose tonight couldn't go off without a hitch some where.”

“Oh these things never do” he said, playing along with the conversation as she leaned in closer, wouldn’t want anyone to suspect they were talking about whatever she was about to talk about.

“I have some new tranquilizers ready for the field. Stronger dosage. A few hundred crates of the stuff and I know you know who to call to work up a sale.” “Think we can talk business later?”

So that’s what it was, the human activists, whatever they called themselves, had been messing up everyone’s shipping routes, Isaac on the other hand, had been able to work unimpeded somehow, and she wanted in

“I suppose we could have a bit of a private chat later” Isaac replied, talking as if they were planning something much more… perverted “though Talon may need someone to lick his wounds later, so your tongue may just be occupied”

“If you’re interested in discussing this and more options?”

She really was getting bent out of shape over the fight, and not just ‘their ruining my party’ bent out of shape either, she was getting all protective of Talon, he could easily see it on her, Isaac may never have picked up the whole aura vision thing like all the other vampires somehow learn, but he could read a face like a book, and hers in big, bold, easy to read print right now. She was watching the fight though wasn’t she? Because he had been listening to the action as it went and could tell every move made, Talon was winning, you don’t get protective of the winner, you slap him on the back, buy him a drink and tell him not to break shit next time.

“I really hate being unarmed.”

“Ohho, that I can agree with” Isaac said, still keeping up his act as he laughed along with her, sometimes he was envious of women, dresses were quite comfortable, and the breeze was nice down there, but you can hide a gun anywhere near as easily. He ignored her for a moment as his mind wandered and he begun making a list of all the good things about suits and dresses, comparing them against each other like a game.

“Do you have a weapon, Isaac?”

“Huh?” Isaacs mind took a moment to process the question and forget its previous attire related subject “yeah, sure” he pulled the pistol from the holster at his side and quickly ejected the magazine in to his other hand “normal rounds” he declared with a hint of disgust in his voice after he inspected them quickly “Talons guards really need to upgrade” he finished his thought with a shrug and placed the gun on the bar top for Lana.

“It’ll hurt and get their attention, but wont kill” he told her “but the fights basically over” he said, finally looking over at the pair for the first time as they shared their little blood ritual, Talon loved recruiting new talent, Isaac much preferred to do his work personally “that said, I’m getting bored again, so if you want to start another fight, I’ve got you back” he said rather unenthusiastically “two on two, succubus and vampire versus wolf and vampire, I wonder if there’s time to sell tickets”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lana Ver'idian

The gun wasn’t anything spectacular to look at, hell it wouldn’t even slow either male down if she did hit them with it a few times. “Where do these little pea-shooters come from?” She picked it up, examining the handgun with distaste. This would maybe stop a new born, but anything over a week would laugh and keep coming. The staff should’ve been armed better than this tonight, especially tonight of all nights! What was Talon thinking? Well… She had an idea of what he was thinking, some hog wash bullshit story of happy endings and peace… Disgusting.

She handed the gun back to Isaac, ignoring the two men limping up towards the bar. Everything was a mess here, but she had signed the damned scroll and was free to go about her business once more. Question was, what did she do now with her time? Go find Marcus and ruin his fun? Go tell Talon and the pup off for ruining the night? Fuck that, she wasn’t a nanny though her temper was spiking and the urge to hurt one mutt still tickled her palms with need. Maybe she was just growing violent in her old age, or needed to burn off some pent up energies? Something along those lines, but lines she wouldn’t cross simply because she wanted them. Self restraint was the key to everything.

Picking up her drink, she kept her back to the brawlers, intent on ignoring both the remainder of the night. Isaac may have thought she’d be busy with Talon but it was obvious the vampire didn’t pay attention to the rest around him, or he would’ve known Talon didn’t trust her enough for anything like that. At one time that thought would’ve made her sad, if not angry and ragingly pissed off but not any more. She had come to term centuries ago with their separate lives; she liked it better that way. He didn’t trust her on a personal level, not that he was wrong in his beliefs and she had no desire to be trustworthy.

She set down the empty glass, attention back on Isaac, “We can get together whenever. Have you made it over to sign the…” She waved her hand in the air to indicate the scroll, “Thing?” What was it? Pact? Decree? Was it some kind of treaty or just their oath? She hadn’t ever read the damn thing, just signed it. After all, what does a succubae need with an oath not to kill? She didn’t have use for dead things, she needed them alive, or in some cases, Undead, to sap their energies and feed herself. She was capable of killing someone with her feeding, she silently supposed. Draining them completely dry as could a vampire of their blood, it would kill them in a sense. A coma perhaps. She found it a little interesting that she had never tried to drain someone to death.

A shiver passed down her spine, her face flushed a little hotter as the irritation within her grew. She hated having so many fucking emotions within her mind, it was like a huge jigsaw puzzle and fragmented to hell! Before Hades and his bullshit, she knew two things and only two things, pleasure and hunger. Nothing more and nothing less ever came through her mind. It mattered not the other being’s reactions, entreaties, moans nor screams of agony. She served one purpose, until she asked for freedom from it. Perhaps that is why she was cursed to think human like? How did they sleep with all this crap going through the heads twenty four seven!? Conscience and anger, anticipation was nice but disappointment sucked majorly. Emotions were still too new to her and hiding them from others was tiring. Aloof and indifferent weren’t always easy to pull off, especially on days she just wanted to throw one of those childish fits and have a “ME!” day.

“I can think of a lot of things one can do with three men, and brawling isn’t one of them.” She flashed a flirty smile, ordering up another drink and sliding further back onto the stool. Elbow down on the bar, her body bent forward as she rested on her arm mere inches away from Isaac, “We have a date then?” Her eyes roamed over him once more, noting his body language and the nonchalant manner in which he carried himself always. There was more to him than he revealed, but it mattered not to her his favorite pass time… As long as he was able to sell her product and get it moving, they could work together. Some how …. She’d have to lure him in, money wasn’t going to appeal to him any more than it appealed to the rest of the undead society. They all had more than they needed, so perhaps her thumbing her nose at Talon with her newest creations and projects, add in the danger and sabotaged shipments? Something would appeal to Isaac, she just had to figure that something out.

 

[caela]

Lilith was actually bored. The fight had barely drawn her interest, but then fights for dominance rarely did. She made sure she stayed out of the way and left it at that. Really she didn't want blood getting on her dress. Not that it would have mattered, magic would take care of that little problem if necessary. She wasn't surprised the vampire won, though she was mildly startled when he claimed the wolf as his own. It had looked spontaneous enough but vampires, especially old ones, did almost nothing without planning and they certainly didn't just claim any animal as their animal to call without prior thought.

It made her wonder if this Talon hadn't planned to antagonize the wolf the whole time.

When the fight was over she had to decide which part of the room to wander to next. People seemed to be pairing off but there was so much tension drifting through it that she knew some of the pairings were uneasy. Especially now. Only the couple outside seemed to have missed everything that happened, so wrapped up in their own sexual escapade that nothing else mattered. She found them far more interesting than the fight had been, how wrapped up they were in each other, to the exclusion of everything else, was amazing.

And the energy they were giving off was heady.

With just the barest of smiles touching her lips she drifted through the room, feeling the energies of the people around her. She couldn't manipulate them to the degree that some could, but she could feel them, savor them, and let them roll over her. Making her way to the bar she slid onto a bare stool and ordered a margarita. It was an odd drink at a party like this, definitely not high-brow, but she liked them and was old enough not to give a damn was anyone in the room would think of her choices.

Leaning on the bar she simply watched, her eyes following the room, half lidded with the pleasure of so much roiling emotion in one place.

 

[BLACK BART]

Turning back to talon he sighed

"i fucking hate you"

he walked with talon to the wet bar and sat down

Talon laughed softly and watched the newest arrival come into his line of sight, his smile soft as he met her eyes briefly then turned his attention briefly to Ken once again.

"Hate I can live with as long as you use it for our common goals.... Which we can discuss at another date, I'm sure you realise if I die.... you now follow suit?"

Talon grinned, tossed his dring back, then rose to move away from the bar and motion to the waiters and waitresses that had congregated in a far corner.

"Funs over, so clean it up as best as you can and get the music and drinks going, somebody bring our lovely new guest a table and two chairs... for her and I to sit in, I've been expecting her"

Somewhere the music began to play and drift over the room, the sounds of glass and tile being swept up occasionaly interupting, but none of that mattered as Talon grinned at Ken and moved towards the one that interested him.

 

[laceandcogs]

It was all a show, then, a game... Loren was boggled by the idea, but she tried mightily to disguise this. That two purportedly sane, rational men could take some childlike joy in the extended prank of glass-shattering, table-destroying, body-wracking attempted murder was a little too much for Loren to understand, or to embrace. Straightening, she offered Deagan a very small, slightly tight smile.

"Thank you for the cover, Deagan. I've never been quite so reassured to be cornered by a man." Her words aimed for light tease, and fell perhaps just a little short- though whether they displayed her fear or hinted at some more pleasant promise was for Deagan's interpretation. Running her hands over the front of her dress in a completely unnecessary motion (in fact, Loren had challenged herself on occasion to look "rumpled", and had never quite managed), she took a deep breath. "Shall we try to enjoy the rest of the evening at a new, different, and slightly less structurally-challenged seat?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

Olivia Seaburne-May

Olivia’s dark eyes followed the wolf and vampire as they made their way to the bar. Casually leaning against the wall, she took another sip of her bloody mary in an attempt to feed the hunger that was threatening to consume her.

The wolf lowered his head and looked around as if he was searching for something … nostrils flaring … and then their eyes locked, her eyes glinting in answer.

So … the little mutt could smell her hunger? How intriguing.

Just then, Talon briefly looked at her. A smile adorned his features that suggested that he knew Olivia from somewhere … which puzzled her. She watched as Talon and the dog took a seat at the bar and shared a ‘pleasant’ drink. The hatred rippling from the wolf had the darker more sadistic side of her relish in the sheer genius of Talon’s move. He had effectively made a very valuable ally by giving both of them a common purpose: Survival.

Upon Talon’s order, the staff started clearing the disaster zone, transforming it back to its former glory. The hole in the wall and the shattered glass the only reminders of the unfortunate skirmish.

“Somebody bring our lovely new guest a table and two chairs... for her and I to sit in, I've been expecting her."

A fleeting look of confusion ghosted across Olivia’s features, as she arched an eyebrow. Talon had been expecting her?

She watched as the staff executed his bidding before tentatively taking a seat across from Talon. Folding her legs and tilting her head slightly to the side, she surveyed the vampire before her. He was indeed a very cunning opponent, not to be underestimated. Talon had certainly been a very busy little vampire. Not only has he surmounted an army of blood-bound immortals to do his bidding but he has also built a city that operates under his control … with quite a few prospective bed warmers, she surmised as her dark eyes scanned the room.

“I didn’t know my reputation preceded me,” Olivia said as she nodded to Talon in greeting. “The question that comes to mind is why a vampire would go through so much effort to preserve the peace?” Taking another sip, she tilted her glass in a silent toast to the wolf before unceremoniously placing it back on the table, trying to read Talon’s heavily guarded emotions.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Ken sat down, his eyes having locked with Olivia's he just grinned at her, the sparkling in her eyes and the knowing smile on her face he sighed heavily, tipping back the glass of Lagavulin he had poured himself. watching as the waiters and waitress's cleaned up and brought over a table for Talon and his object of amusement he just shook his head, his thoughts where dark, brooding, the Vampire had bound him, and now he couldnt kill the blood sucking bastard because if Talon died he would die....what a crock of shit.

looking around the room he actually paid attention to the damage that had been done and shook his head. the room was Destroyed, well, so much for the Security Deposit on the place. with a snicker he looked back to Talon and Olivia, he wasnt seated that far from him. Having no real desire to get up ken focused his hearing on what was being said by Talon

 

[BLACK BART]

“I didn’t know my reputation preceded me, The question that comes to mind is why a vampire would go through so much effort to preserve the peace?”

Talon allowed himself a smile and sipped his own drink, his eyes meeting Olivia's and studying her, wondering how far he could trust a total stranger... if at all?

"It's good business.... to know who comes and goes..."

He shrugged eloquently, then smiled, his eyes lighting mischievously as he studied her again and found everything to his liking.

"As for peace.... especially for a Vampire, that would be an answer I give only in more... private quarters and after we've gotten to know each other better."

It wasn't an invitation, and he doubted she would accept it as one, his own information of the Lady scant but enough to know she could have any man... or immortal. Still she deserved enough respect to give her an answer, and knowing other ears were listening in he nodded and replied...

"Let's just say for now.... I'm keeping a promise?"

The music improved, the servants gone and the fresh air of the night wafted in through the now wide open balcony, and for no reason Talon felt good.... even excited.... emotions he locked down quickly under the heavy shield he was forced to carry.

"The party... it's meant for the signing of the new charter, if you're going to be with us for a period of time I suggest signing it now... if not I've made allowances for one other and could be persuaded... to do so again."

Business, for Talon it had to always be business, his own wants outweighed by the needs ot tens of thousands of others...

"Until you decide, and since I've managed to destroy most of the furniture in this room with some help... why not join me on my new dance floor"

He grinned and turned to Ken, then back to his guest as he rose and offered a hand, his eyes once again meeting hers as he wondered who was the greatest monster at their table...

 

[DarkEmpress]

Olivia Seaburne-May

“I like organised chaos,” Olivia teased as she placed her hand in his, accepting his offer. No one else was dancing and she suspected Talon was using the opportunity to inject some life into the party.

Why did it feel as if she was stepping into a deadly tango with a definitive 'Mr and Mrs Smith' undertone? It was going to be a battle of wills, a slow and seductive test of boundaries and a sweetly innocent frisking of the weapons at play.

Centuries of experience in the ancient art of dance was deeply entrenched in both of them, no doubt. It remained and always will be the most erotic thing a man and woman could do in a room full of spectators, setting imaginations ablaze with heated scenes of passion.

Olivia made a show of turning to face him on the makeshift ‘dance floor’ before sinking into an exaggerated curtsy that would have been befitting the court of a king. “Sire,” she whispered mockingly, before rising back up to her feet. Placing her left hand on his shoulder and leaving her right hand in his, Olivia squared her shoulders and looked past him, the emotionless stare of a tango embroidered on her face.

Testing his grip, they took the first step … perfectly synchronised.

“I will concede that I am in your territory, Talon,” she said softly, stepping out and coming back in … their bodies touching for a brief moment. “Therefore, I will abide by your rule and sign your charter,” she whispered in his ear before taking a few more steps. “But know, I have no history with this land and hold nothing dear,” she warned.

Spinning out, Olivia slammed back into Talon, possibly a little more forceful than she needed to, dark eyes glinting at him. He was steady on his feet and moved in a smooth and lithe way that spoke volumes. She had to fight down the urge to playfully nip at his ear. If there were any body heat involved, they would have been mildly simmering by now.

“I love a man who can dance,” she complimented.

 

[MaskofSand]

(My apologies, Light.)

She cried out.
A soft, weak cry, muffled into his shoulder, her lightly colored lips buried against his beautifully flesh. Her whispered plea had brought about the response she wished for, his hands guiding her smaller frame down against his shaft and allowing the two seemingly impossible objects collide.
The feeling was.
Amazing.

Kayla gasped at the feel of him, so full and throbbing inside her, the girth of him leaving her sex astounded and aching. It wasn't as impossible as it seemed. This was...
Bliss.

Her previous anger escalated.
He was making her enjoy this.
Reminding her of her mortal needs and wants and weakness, all the things she despised of herself. She growled against his lips in her fury, her eyes closed tightly as her fingers dug into his flesh, clinging to him and wanting more of this feud to continue.

Prove me wrong.

His lips fought with the same passion, claiming hers, pleading their own case in the best way they could, bringing their argument to her skin as well. His mouth against her neck brought a groan from her lips, her own teeth finding her lower lip. Hips rose and fell against him and the wall in her own attempts to fight, to conquer and win- But her company had such a strong will to his own side. She whimpered softly, realizing her battle was being lost as her body twisted and turned, the ache inside her becoming greater and greater with each of those strong thrusts.

"You'll break me," She whispered into his ear hastily, her voice dripping with desire. "You've almost- You're so close to breaking me..."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Isaac took the gun and placed it safely back in its holster when Lana handed it back to him, not stopping his random ramblings about marketing tickets to his little imaginary tag team fight for even a second. Isaac had always had a tendency to go off on a tangent, talking about his odd imaginings to the detriment of whatever was going on around him, seemingly oblivious of every detail, but only he ever knew if it was real or a fake.

“We can get together whenever. Have you made it over to sign the…” She waved her hand in the air to indicate the scroll, “Thing?”

“Don’t worry” he said, breaking from his ranting, which had somehow turned in to talking about costumes they could wear “I won’t forget that… again, it would be kinda stupid if I did twice in a row” A hundred years ago, he was given one rather amusing wake up call, he had forgotten to sign the treaty until he was on his way out, then couldn’t be bothered since they would just bring it around in the morning. The rest of that night had focused on preparing the most awkward scene anyone has ever walked in on, to this day he regretted there wasn’t any video cameras involved.

“I can think of a lot of things one can do with three men, and brawling isn’t one of them.”

That brought a grin to Isaacs face as he imagined a few of those things “well that would drive up the ticket price” he remarked as he ordered himself another drink, imagining himself drinking something quite different to the rum in his glass as he watched Lana out of the corner of his eye.

“We have a date then?”

“You pick the restaurant, I’ll pick the movie” he joked as his eyes returned to his drink, willing the images of her that had been dancing in his mind the past few seconds in to oblivion “I want something that gets straight to business, no chick flicks” he smiled “maybe with a little action thrown in, but nothing too complex and subtle a plot” he said, his smile disappearing and his look becoming oddly serious for him “I’ve had my fill of such things for the time being.”

He gazed at his drink for a moment, lost in thought, but he lacked the usual look of amusement as he imagined whatever insanity had taken him at the time, this time was different. “Or we could just stay in and rent something” he said, snapping out of his little mood like an over stretched rubber band “I’m told I make a lovely bolognaise sauce.”

 

[Veroe]

It was all a show, then, a game... Loren was boggled by the idea, but she tried mightily to disguise this. That two purportedly sane, rational men could take some childlike joy in the extended prank of glass-shattering, table-destroying, body-wracking attempted murder was a little too much for Loren to understand, or to embrace. Straightening, she offered Deagan a very small, slightly tight smile.

"Thank you for the cover, Deagan. I've never been quite so reassured to be cornered by a man." Her words aimed for light tease, and fell perhaps just a little short- though whether they displayed her fear or hinted at some more pleasant promise was for Deagan's interpretation. Running her hands over the front of her dress in a completely unnecessary motion (in fact, Loren had challenged herself on occasion to look "rumpled", and had never quite managed), she took a deep breath. "Shall we try to enjoy the rest of the evening at a new, different, and slightly less structurally-challenged seat?"

IC: Deagan Roarke

The fight between Talon and the pureblood didn't last for long, and when it ended the two of them were drinking together at the bar like long lost comrades. It angered Deagan watching the pureblood so casually being so buddy buddy with Talon, certainly his clan was an offshoot-isolated and seperate in identity to Deagan's and most other packs, but didn't he care that he was drinking with a member of the race that had subjugated and oppressed his own-okay that wasn't fair-Talon had been in the vocal minority of vampires at the time against using werewolves as slavelabor and pets, but damn it all where was the pureblood's pride?

Loren behind him rose up then and told him, "Thank you for the cover, Deagan. I've never been quite so reassured to be cornered by a man."

"I'm sorry," he blinked turning to look at her, "I didn't mean to corner you against the wall. I only acted to protect you."

"Shall we try to enjoy the rest of the evening at a new, different, and slightly less structurally-challenged seat," She said smoothing out that dress that remained molded to her like a second skin. It was an entirely unneccessary motion. the dress remained as immaculate as the moment she had entered the ballroom.

"Yeah, but first," He said nodding to the stand with the treaty on it, "Let me take care of some business, and then I'll take you to my sanctuary here in the castle."

He approached the treaty noticing the list of names on the first page. At the top of the list was the name: Talon Lafayette. Beside the first page was a second for when the first was filled up. There were still room for four or five more names on the first page. He took the cleaned pen knife and pricked his finger. Then placed the quilpen to the droplet of blood welling on his finger tip. He bent down and place pen to paper and began scrawling his name on the second page large and unmistakable: Deagan Roarke.

He glanced over to Loren when he was done, "Never on the same page as him, and so large he won't ever be able to mistake that fact." He placed the pen down and took one of the wipes and cleansed and sterilised knife and then the quil for the next signer. "I believe in what he's trying to do here in this city, but never in him. Me and my pack will never serve a Vampire again-not even an okay one like Talon."

"I told you that to explain my actions and so you'll understand that I empathize with your feelings about signing this treaty." Deagan tapped the side of his nose, "Your scent is a tough one to pin down, but I've spent my life around scary things I can pick out when someone has an almost irrational surge of fear around something. It didn't happen until we approached the treaty." He nodded to the exit, "If you're afraid of signing this becuase you intend to cause trouble then we're going to have problems, but if you're afraid of having this little peice of paper lead you to becoming Talon's loyal little lapdog like I am then I may be able to help you in avoiding that from happening."

He crossed his arms regarding her, "If it's latter I'd still like to show you my secret little sanctuary here in the castle. If it's the former...then you might want to go before Talon sets his sights on you."