Blood Thirst

[SuthernCumfort]

She had lived her life one day at a time. For centuries she had wandered from this place to that, living with the times, living for the ages. Each home she lived in reflected a smart style. Very elegant, very distinguished.

Each room, and there were always several, held some special touch, some intimate object that made it her own. For centuries she lived alone, yet sharing her life with one.

The demons that lived in her body, ravished her nightly, dragging her down into the pits of their hells until she gave in and became the center of their desires.

She had lived her life, up until that point of no return, with little regards to life itself. She was an outcast and thus made an easy transition when death came to her. She was open and fell into the life she now led easily. Almost as if she had known it before.

Living 300 years on an earth that seemed to swallow the existance of everyone, served her purpose when needed. She could be seen, and as easily slip into shadow. For that is where she loved to live most. In dreams, nightmares, wants, fantasies. She had been the object of lust, and hate. She knew limits and boundaries, as well as freedom.

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Demetri Almassuss



Interested writers should post here, looking for some talented writers to walk the deadly path of darkness and evil while living inside the life of Demetri Almassuss.

 

[nefarious_pride]

"Amore why did you not just say so? I thought you wished to be with me, to remain with me through the good times and the bad. What were those promises of life together for eternity? Mmmm, and yet here you are, begging so you can break your promise to me"

Xenia pouted briefly. "You have softened my heart darling, and so I shall grant your wish, but just this once. Because you have been a sweetheart"

Mr. Joel Manson....

His eyes fluttered as he choked on his own blood. Xenia had torn up the side of his neck after feeding from him; she had been in a slightly sadistic mood. Can't blame a woman for the whims now can you? Her fingers trailed over his drenched face, caressing his skin, smearing herself the more with the crimson fluid. Joel had held up quite nicely, of course being human...there was only so much he could take. Leaning into him, she placed her lips on his, kissing him passionately in his frightened state. His fear escalated, she could smell it on him.

In silence, she stood up and allowed her eyes to scan his naked body. He was a beauty to look at, all man. Certainly he looked better coated in his own blood - nothing could surpass such a sight. Mr. Manson was still alive, he was still begging. His pleads were like music to Xiomara's ears. Why did they always ignite her thirsts?

"Goodbye Joel, you can scream honey, but I doubt you will be heard. I give them, hmm, two days before they find your body. Rest assured, you shall be buried properly by your loved ones. It suffices to say that I will miss you" She laughed.

The night would embrace one of her most appreciated daughters once again. Xenia's hair blew in the slight breeze, Joel's blood coursed through her veins. Filling her with his life; she was satisfied to say the least. The streets were desolate, of course she was in the outskirts of the city so it did not surprise her much. With her fingers tucked in a light gray jacket, she would slowly walk down the sidewalk...headed home... to her love. The thought brought a sad sigh to her lips, Demetri was supposed to be present, she was supposed to revel in the joy of teasing, feeding, and killing with her, but no. She would rather stay home and go after the proper things in life.

"In time my dear... you will learn" The vampire mumbled to herself with very little conviction. It had been too long...too long already for a change now.

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Name: Xenia
Age: 137
Eyes: Almond shaped. Dark shade of purple with a silver ring around the iris.
Looks: 5 6" in height. Her body is slender and perfectly sculpted. But her skin, unlike many of her kind, is of a bronze-like complection. Though it pales when she hungers.
Hair: Long, wavy locks of black.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri sat there on the veranda. She took in the moonlight and the cool breeze. She listened, knowing it was almost time to feed. She had not heard Xenia leave. Often times, she lay still waiting for her to leave. Lately, especially. Xenia had come into her own as of late, and Demetri could not find it in her own heart, to say anything.

She sighed heavily, Xenia was the reckless side that Demetri so longed for. However, she was also the dagerous, dealdy side Demetri shied away from. Standing, her dark hair flowing around her, she stretched languidly, as a cat and felt the touch of Xenia. Her mind reaching out, attempting to communicate.

She could sense an eroticness in her mind, knowing that Xenia had fed and well, she wanted to greet her with a kind of feeding of her own.

demetri smiled to herself and spoke in her mind.

"My lover, you fed well, yet you seek out thrill. Please come to me before I depart and allow me a taste of your kill" Demetri smiled. She could feel the urgency in her message.

 

[nefarious_pride]

The soft, almost palpable voice stopped Xenia in her own tracks. She was returning home, but with the hopes that she could talk to Demetri yet again about her choice of life. Xenia's principles were simple; if you are going to live for an eternity, at least enjoy yourself whilst doing so. What is the point in watching eons fly by with all but nothing stimulating enough to make them worth living? Ironic it was however, that in that instant, Xenia may have just received the answers to her questions, but of course she would never admit it.

"You always did have a way with words Demetri." She replied in the same silent manner.

Xenia was approaching their home, a mansion really, as it was much bigger than what the two of them needed to survive. Yet she wasn't the one to complain - the more space... the better. Eyes that were of a purple hue began to bleed into black as she lifted herself to land atop their roof. Her feet made no noise, chilled breeze licked at her hair, and she remained still. Demetri was hungry, Xenia could taste it on her tongue like it were her own. The gray jacket would be removed with a grace only a vampire could muster, and then... she waited.

"I don't have it in me to deny you of what you seek woman, but in the very least... I can make you earn it. You want a taste? Come get it"

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri met those eyes with her own and a smile touched her lips. Xenia always held a thrill for her. From the day they met, even now many years later, she still held sway over her.

She reach out to touch her skin, chilly yet warm from the fresh blood. She touched her hair, allowing her fingers to run through it. She could smell the night winds on her body, the smell was intoxicating.

Demetri wrapper her long arms around Xenia and held her to her bosom. Her own lips seeking out the place just below the jaw, and softly planted kisses there. She whispered to Xenia, to relax, it would be as before, she just wanted a taste.

Opening up her mouth, she slowly sank her teeth into the porceline skin, and felt the immediate rush. It was almost as if someone were touching her. Gathering their hands around her netheregions, fondling her. She arched her own body into Xenia as the blood flow poured.

Feeling X whimper under her, she broke her hold and pulled her fangs out slowly. Licking the trail of blood off her neck, Demetri moved to kiss Xenia on the lips.

"You always had good taste my love. Perhaps tonight, I shall find prey to match your own" she whispered into her ear. Stepping back, she stood and smiled. Walking slowly to the balcony, she waved goodbye and slowly ascended to the ground, where she walked into the same dark streets from which her demon lover had just came.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Ian Wyat walked the dark city streets tonight as he did most every night, enjoying the chill air, the peaceful quiet, and the subtle light of the stars. And, of course, he did so love the moon light. But this particular night was not about relaxation. Tonight, he reflected as he smooth a dark lapel with a gloved hand, he had a purpose.

Tonight, Ian was stepping out to meet a woman.

Growing up in London, born to wealthy parents in such a refined city, he had become accustomed to the finest things in life early on. This is probably why those very parents were so stunned when, at the age of 18, it had come to their attention Ian had been stealing from homes for three years. Never much, and not once did he take money. Ian only stole little trinkets as trophies of his adventures. Regardless, he had been a shame to them from then on, and by his twentieth year, he had been all but exiled to the states.

Once there, the money he'd been sent with had lasted mere months, unable to give up a lavish lifestyle he now could not afford. He considered lowering himself to endure menial labor for all of five seconds before turning back to theft. Lucky for him, he had a second secret from his teenage years his family never learned of...oh, and how shamed they would have been if they did know. The memory of that night in his sixteenth year was always so vivid to him to look back on, when he had....

But now was not the time. Now he was back in the present, a man of thirty four, approaching the mansion he had planned to steal from once. He gave up those plans when he saw the two women who lived there, and learned their secret. Now, the valuables therein were nothing compared to those young ladies, one of which was even now departing into the night. Ian bowed deeply to her, and called out a cordial greeting in his deep voice with its light accent, giving her a very wide smile of appreciation.

Ian Wyat was still very accustomed to only the finest of things in life.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri was stopped by the smoothness in his voice. His greeting caught her off guard and she was immediately sorry. She stood still taking him in as one would a drink of water, knowing xenia was still traveling in her mind as well.

He was very handsome, and very distinguished looking. He was not so close to her so she had to step into the moonlight to see him. His eyes were pure silver. shining in the light.

She returned the greeting slowly. At that moment she was aware of her own accent.

"Goodevening sir, we are well met I hope?" she spoke lightly, evenly. She was not intimidated by most people, but something about him, threw her guard up. She extended her hand in the customary gesture, and waited for his acknowledgement.

 

[nefarious_pride]

Xenia's plan had been to toy with Demetri, to have her hunt her down for that which she had so succintly asked for. However, when she found herself in Demetri's presence, with her hands sliding down hair as black as night, she just couldn't. Her expression changed from the daring and playful one it had been. Xenia's fingers curled around her waist, holding on to the other vampire for the intense moment they were both about to share.

Her head tilted, much like she had forced many a victim of hers to do time and time again.

"Relax, it will be as before" she was told, but Xenia just moaned softly, reveling in Demetri's proximity. When the fangs pierced her skin, her breath escaped her lips in a hiss, and her back arched. Nails dug into Demetri's side, but not enough to hurt, nor to tear the delicate attire she wore. Time slowed down and the combination of such pleasure and pain caused the purple hue in her eyes to disappear, being replaced by a silverish glint.

But just as quickly as it had started, it was over. She parted her lips as if to say something, but it was then that the unfamiliar scent was caught. Someone was close... too close, so when Demetri ascended from the roof, she remained there to watch over her. The man approached and Xenia's eyes narrowed. Demetri was always so nice to strangers it made her chest hurt.

It looked like mere pleasantries were being exchanged, so she said not a word but waited in th dark for when she will be needed. Or maybe, she might not be needed at all, for if he was to be Demetri's meal then she would have chosen very well - he was a sight to look at.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Ian took hold of Demetri's offered hand, and dipped into a deep bow to kiss her wrist, the pale skin cool against his lips as he had expected. Aware of Xenia with his keen eye sight, he glanced up her way as he straightened back up; he would need to speak with her soon enough, but that would come in due time.

"Well met indeed. I hope you'll excuse me, coming about uninvited such as I have. However, I also hope to trouble you with a bit of a proposition that I think all three of us...your lovely housemate included...could benefit from. I happened to come upon your little secret recently, while debating stealing from your home..." He gave a slightly embarassed shrug at this. "But instead found the two of you...dining in, let us say. At that point, I thought it best to first look elsewhere for ill-gotten gains, and also that perhaps you might have room for a third? I have a bit of a secret myself, you see." He smiled to her, the corners of his mouth drawing back ever so slightly more than they should be able too, and his silvery eyes flashed a quick amber hue.

"What I propose is, in exchange for a place among you, iyou could be securely protected in daylight hours. I would certainly be glad to help in ridding of you of the empty husks you and the other leave drained after your own feedings." The thought caused him to lick his lips, a brief departure from his polite manners. "And of course, there could be other benefits. Surely you have occasional hungers for the flesh aside from the urge to feed."

He glanced up and down Demetri's figure in an un-neccesary bit of further explaination to his meaning. Returning his gaze to her face, one eyebrow lifted inquizatively, and he awaited her reply.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

He held her hand tightly, and Demetri stood still. She could smell his scent as many others before him and she was well aware of his secret. She listened to what he had to say, as she felt Xenia in her mind, listening also. Anger, then rage, as she felt her flip out of her mind and down from the balcony.

Demetri turned in time to raise a hand. Such power, she did not weild it in the right fashion she supposed.

"Mr. Wyatt. Please, meet my housemate as you so casually referred to my lover, and best friend, Xenia. She is the loving one of the two of us, and less thoughtful of others as I am, she keeps me in check" she smiled, revealing the cold hardness of her teeth. Her eyes, dazling in the moonlight were black as night. Her desire to rip him apart, limb from limb after partaking in lewd "pleasures of the flesh" was so tempting.

"You have come upon us at a rather precarious time it seems, as we were just heading out for the night werent we my love?" I said pulling my hand from his and stroking Xenia's face. The harshness of her breathing caused the rise and swell of her chest in the small top she wore. I could not but help wandering my eyes over her body.

What a shame it would be to see her come to an evil ends. I pulled her to me, wraping my arms around her lithe frame and kissed her lips. Tasting her anger as it rose and coursed through her veins. Slipping my tongue over her own, probing the inside of her mouth, tasting the hate, the anger again. My hands straying up onto the laces of her corseted top, feeling her breasts tight within.

Wrenching my mouth away from her, I turned to Ian. He was watching us intently, mouth watering, eyes amber with want. I went on, speaking in a slow tone.

"You see, you present a very good case Mr Wyatt. However, you approached my lover and I on a night such as this one with hopes of pleasure and a welcome rest. Yet, you will not find it here. What you seek from me, or Xenia, you may or may not find it within these walls. It is not up to just I, Mr. Wyatt that this decision shall be made. And from the taste of my lover, I shant say she is in agreement with it either. I think, maybe you should convince us of your powers to do as you say" I said, walking hand in hand with Xenia to a willow tree setting over the brooke at the end of the path.

 

[nefarious_pride]

The walk was slow, her steps deliberate as she allowed instincts full control over her mind and body. Of course being a vampire, this was not very difficult to do - turn off that little humanity left and it is done. Demetri had tried to calm her, to give her a taste of a desire channelled from the anger that fuelled her form. If that man was what he claimed to be, then she was sure he could smell the anger on her body. Before the two women reached the tree, Xenia shot him a quick glance.

"Not acceptable. I have had my share of games Demetri, but he is not to be one of them."

The vampire stepped away from her lover with eyes much darker than usual. She cursed them sometimes as it becomes so easy to tell what she was feeling just from the colour of her eyes. "The last time we reluctantly agreed to bring another amongst us almost cost us our lives. I will not risk such a chance, no matter how edible he looks"

That Mr. Wyatt could hear her words did not bother her in the least, in fact she hoped he would understand the gravity of his situation. If it were left up to her, he'd be food for the flesh in no time and killed afterwards, but he had spoken to Demetri, thus the decision ultimately will be hers to make.

"Do with him what you will, but he is not to join us.." Xenia's advice sounded more like an order, but she knew Demetri was well aware of her manner of speaking. "But I shall leave you two for now, call on me when you wish"With that said, the air had but a split second's warning before it was forced to fill in the void Xenia had just left with her disappearance.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri sighed. She so longed to fill the hatred and anger her lover possessed with something worth easing her pain.


She dropped her eyes as the metallic taste went out of the air where Xenia had been.

"Do forgive my young lover Mr. Wyatt. She has all the energy and the hatred I do not possess. She is my passion. She is my will to live. She gives me the sense of being I so long to possess in myself. Yet she is very fragile. I do so wish the three of us could have enjoyed this night. Now, I fear it is to be left each our own vices and mine, Mr. Wyatt, is not in this conversation. Please excuse me if you will" Demetri said and touched his arm.

Her own sadness seemed to surround her, as she looked back one last time at the house she shared with her strong willed lover.

Sighing, she stepped away from the tree and Ian and in a flash was gone. To feed, to think, to gather some idea as to whom and why Ian Wyatt was what he was.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Ian watched as first Xenia, then Demetri, left in their seperate directions. He stood for a moment in debate with himself before turning towards the mansion. Xenia seemed to be the power of the two, and therefore the one to be followed, the one to convince of his worth.

He stripped away all but his pants, giving a short shiver against a quick gust of wind across his back, and started his change.

As it always was, this time was painful. Bones began to grow, shift, and alter inside himself, in some place grinding against one another audibly. All over he could feel the oddly painful/itchy sensation of coarse charcoal gray hair breaking free of his skin. Easily however, his head hurt the worst; Ian's skull was going through a drastic reshaping, and his ears seemed to crawl up the sides as his flesh stretched and re-adjusted. Inside his expanding mouth, additional teeth pierced out from the gums and crowded for space, making him drool blood. All told, it was over in less than a minute between humanity and lycanthropy, but he always hated those sixty seconds of kneel-buckling agony.

The change complete, Ian bounded for the house, taking a running leap into a nearby tree, and from there onto a second floor balcony. It was only a matter of seconds for him to gain entry from there; even covered in fur and tipped in sharp nails, his thieving fingers were nimble with a lockpick.

Inside, he began to have difficulties. The scent of Xenia was, of course, all over the house, without a strong thread to follow due to her suddenly vanishing rather than walking away. Several minutes of careful prowling finally lead him to her; as it had been outside, the smell of anger was powerful upon her lithe form.

Ian knew he had no time to consider his next action, and was glad to have gone over his options during his search. Clearly an attempt to converse and bargain with this woman would be fruitless, and therefore he'd pushed that idea immediately aside. Matching her anger with violence was far too risky, as she would have age and experience over him...more over, his kind were mortal, and her's were not. Thus he had arrived at option three, a risk in and of itself.

Ian fell to all fours to cross the distance between himself and Xenia, looked up only a second to meet her eyes with his own amber orbs, then lowered his head down and to the side, and waited. He -thought- he could sense the quickened pulse of blood in his offered throat.

He -knew- she could.

 

[nefarious_pride]

Power was felt like an icy goosebumps-inducing chill along her flawless skin. Of course it was nothing that could not be ignored, but it was impressive none the less. It seemed to increase with the seconds that passed, it was earthy and dynamic, at the moment it seemed to be changing forms.. Although Xenia had dissipated in thin air, she had been very aware of her lover's presence and the man's also. It was as if she had not left at all. After Demetri bid her leave, the vampire frowned just a tad.. where did Demetri go? To feed properly perhaps? Xenia could some times not understand her, but it was their differences that had kept them together through the years.

The energy had not only changed, but also shifted... in fact, it seemed to be heading towards the mansion - her way. Xenia knew exactly what it was, so she merely waited for the time when he'd find her, though she was prepared for whatever his course of action was to be. She sat in a comfortable leather couch, legs crossed and a champagne glass half full with a thick red liquid by her side. She had a serene expression on her face as Mr. Wyatt approached her.

"You dare come into my presence without being invited.. Wolf" she stated conceitedly. It would not take a rocket scientist to figure out this vampire held a lot of pride and was so incredibly full of herself. Her gaze was even as the humbling motions of the large wolf before her went noticed. He was offering himself to her to do as she wished? His pulse was also quick, but was it out of fear? She chuckled softly and stood up.

"You must have guts to come to me like this.." Xenia began to say slowly as she circled him. "It is stupid of you to put yourself in such danger, but I also cannot help but admire your conviction." Finally, she stopped pacing and stood but a breath away from him. "Stand up Wolf" He may not have realized it, but it was a command as any, and soon.. in time.. he could understand.

When he stood up, obviously much taller than she was... she would reach up to lovingly pat his fur. Her gaze leaving his to peruse his form. The same fingers that caressed him would be the ones to draw blood from a cut made right on his shoulder. The sweet smell of his blood filled her nostrils and she coated the tips of her fingers with it. Her palm would come to rest atop where his heart lay and then she stared into his eyes again.

He would feel her own power fluttering like small flames along his skin, but especially it would feel like it were closing in around his heart. "It is your bravery that has kept you alive. But you must understand Wolf, that if I so but wish it.. right now.. I could take your life, and so could Demetri. It will be wise of you never to forget that whilst you share our presence" With that said, she took a step backwards, dropped her hand and brought his blood to her lips - licking it up slowly much like a cat would.

Xenia turned her back to him and began walking away once again.. "Find Demetri, tell her what has happened. It is still her decision, ultimately, to be made"

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Ian rose to his feet when bidden to do so, coming to a height of 6'6 in his lupine form. When Xenia touched him, stroking his fur in an almost loving, affectionate seeming gesture, it drove a cold shiver the length of his spine, all the way to the tip of his tail. From Her behavior to this point, it was a welcome surprise to see Her being gentle. Her next move, to wound his shoulder, was far more what he had expected of Her. he winced ever so slightly, but remained as still as possible.

he kept quiet as She spoke, the very picture of obedience and submission. It had been a gamble to attempt such an approach, but he had suspected Xenia would react favorably; Ian wasn't entirely happy to offer himself up like a common lap dog, but it was what he felt had to be done. Now however, at Her touch...both of them, the pleasureable and the painful, and the promise of more...he couldn't deny a part of his reluctance had left him.

he could indeed feel Her influence over him like a spreading heat, just shy of unbearable. When She pointed out that She bore his life in Her hands, he nodded his understanding, and his concent...not that She would care if he agreed or not. he was Hers either way now.

he lowered to all fours again, head lowered, at Her final command. "Yes, my Mistress...I will find Demetri, and seek her approval to remain."

Ian gave a light brush of his muzzle from Xenia's ankle up to Her knee, showing his own affection to his keeper...hopefully not upsetting Her for this uninvited contact, and bounded back into the night.

 

[Cobra2004]

Steve felt a chill on the back of his neck as he came out of the coffee shop and stopped. He founded it strange for it was rather a warm night. He looked up into the sky and saw it was covered full of blinking stars.

The clock that was on the tall building across the street read 10:00 pm. "Well Steve old boy. You're in for another lonely night like so many you've been having lately." He said to himself as he started to walk towards his apartment building.

Steve Walters had always been a happy go lucky guy. He was tall over 6' 3" and quite handsome according to his girl friend. He had a good job a nice apartment and a beautiful girl friend. A pained look appeared on his handsome face.

Tonight was 5 months since he seeing her last. She just up and vanished without a word to anyone. The cops couldn't find any traces of her anywhere. He was so heartbroken he didn't seam to care about anything anymore.

He pulled the collar of his jacket up around his neck as that chill on his neck just wouldn't go away. though he was deep in his thoughts. He had a sense that he was fallowed and turned around to look behind him. The streets were brightly lit and he could see quite a ways.

"Stop it Steve" Now you're imagining things. He said softly. He rubbed the back of his neck again as he turned the corner to his building. He saw her walking towards him but with no lights on that side, he couldn't make out her face. Her black hair was fanning around her face as she walked. No it looked as if she was floating towards him.

Steve slowed his walk almost to a stop. He found himself staring at her as she was getting closer and closer. He found himself rooted to the spot and couldn't move even if he wanted to. He couldn't take his eyes off of hers. Though he saw how beautiful she was, there was something about her coloring that didn't look right.

Before he knew it, she was now in front of him almost touching. His body shivered slightly as her eyes bored into his. He couldn't even tell what color her eyes were. He felt fear and yet he wasn't afraid of her, but knew that he should be. He wanted to talk and couldn't utter a word. He was simply lost into those captivating eyes of hers.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri sensed his hesitation the minute he walked through the doors and out into the night air. She slowed her pace as not to alert him just yet. She wanted to savor the air around him. To taste the chill, feel the heat, to sense the coppery taste of his blood when he moved.

She watched, yet as he walked closer, she stopped. Steve. Her Steve. Yes she was sure. That she could sense as she came from the shadows. Her heart leapt, yet, she was restrained.

She had to be with him, she needed him. She could taste the fine trickle of his blood when she licked the wounds she had inflicted. She stopped. In front of him.

Her body as close to him as she dared go without entering him. Holding her breath. Looking into his eyes, with her own slate grey ones, she pulled his hand to hers, placing it on her dark hair.

"Steve, my love" she said. Whispering it. Allowing it to linger on the air.

 

[Cobra2004]

Steve was in to much of a daze to understand anything she was telling him. He heard his name Steve but was not sure if she called him. Her eyes were locked to his and he couldn't look away.

In his mind he was trying to think if he knew her but she didn't look like someone he knew. Why was she this close he thought, he could almost touch her lips with his if he could move forward.

He felt a hand take his and than he was feeling her black hair. He ran his fingers through it and it felt like it was silk.

Again he heard his name, "Steve, my love" He was her love but how could that be. His love left him he remembered that.

He pulled gently at the hair in his hand and she came with it. He managed to move forward and touched her lips with his.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

His lips were soft and warm, and in a fight to do so, Demetri had to restrain herself to keep from tasting him then and there.

The kiss turned urgent as her arms wrapped around his. She could feel the heat from his body warming the cold inside hers. When his own arms encircled her tiny waist, she felt the need cry out. Yet, she was not ready to possess him just yet.

He was searching for someone and she knew how to be that someone. She knew his longing, would fulfill and sate her lust. Yet, she wasnt about to risk the power at which her own passion could rise.

Moaning into his kiss as his hands tightened on her hair, she pressed as close to him as she could, wrapping herself in his arms. Tasting his body, and blood in his kiss. Stopping only a moment to pull back and speak.

"Where have you been my love?" she asked.

 

[Cobra2004]

Her lips The tasted so exquisite to Steve that he couldn't pull his mouth away. They were filling the void that he felt now for so long.

He began to kiss her deeply as he felt the passion build within. Hi arms went around her waist pulling her tightly against him. He pulled away for a moment as things in his mind began to clear a little. He knew she was not his girl for she was gone for good.

"Are you here to take her place? are you here for me?" Steve was still confused as he looked at her again. He kissed her again more passionately and slid his tongue between her lips. He began to explore her sweet mouth and sucked on her tongue as it slide into his mouth. He felt something sharp on his tongue but paid no mind.

Steve was slowly coming out of his spell and took her face with both his hands. He ran his fingers through her silky hair and looked into her eyes again. He pressed his hips into hers and kissed her deeply. He could feel her press into him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

He pulled his head back long enough to say. "I've been here all along waiting for you my love".He kissed her and let her suck his tongue into her mouth.

Steve knew what she was now and that was ok with him. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. He didn't want it to stop.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Ian had tracked Demetri down finally, and was prepared to come down from the rooftop to speak with her...but then he saw the man, and stayed back. He expected to see her feed, then join her to dine on the spoils. What he did see instead was very different indeed; different, and much more interesting.

No doubt Demetri was aware of him even before he'd arrived, sensing him from a block away or more. Still, at the very real risk of angering her, he sat back of his haunches and observed the two, his keen ears catching every word. When the two began to kiss, and to kiss with obvious passion no less, he gave a howl and turned back the way he came; he wanted to be certain Demetri knew what he had seen, that he had been so close.

Returning to the mansion, Ian went back to Xenia, immediately dropping to the floor at Her feet, head and eyes lowered completely. he knew he should wait to be addressed, but he pressed on regardless.

"My Mistress, i've found Miss Demetri, but...i'm sorry to disobey, but i did not speak to her. She was...with a man; they embraced, and kissed. i thought best to return, to...report to You."

Ian stayed where he was then, hoping he had done right, but aware his disobedience might warrent punishment.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Demetri wanted to possess him. Yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt pulled. She felt a tug. Immediately she knew they were being watched. Closing her eyes, not to alert Steve, she scanned the minds around. Ian! He was easy to grasp in his animal form. Yet, he was different. Placated, his will almost broken.

As the lonely hurt cry arose around them, she pulled away and took his hand.

"We must go. It isnt safe for us here lover. She will know soon and she will not be happy" she whispered. Demetri was not about to rish Steve for this. She had searched to long to find him.

She held him close, his own heat filling her cold void. She searched his face with her own dark eyes.

"Somewhere safe, somewhere light. Somewhere in a crowd" she whispered and began to walk. She did not fear Xenia, for after all she was the maker. Yet, she feared for Steve.

Xenia was very jealous. She could be the most intimate lover, yet the most destructive soul. Demetri had for years lived with the possessiveness, and the jealousy, but finding Steve again was not something she was willing to risk. She loved Xenia. Fiercely and their love makeing was hot, dangerous, and even deadly at times. But Demetri longed for the passion she had often felt with Steve.

Knowing Ian would tell, sensing his weakness for the lithe vamp, Demetri felt it best to get out of harms way. At least until she could Deal with X.

 

[Cobra2004]

Steve noticed a little change Dematri but didn't know why till he heard a howl and she said they had to go. She took his hand
and felt her body press in to his. She looked into his eyes again but this time Steve smiled at her. He would fallow her where
ever she wanted him to.

"Somewhere safe, somewhere light. Somewhere in a crowd"

She said, but Steve rather they went to his place. it was right there in front of them but if she wanted go somewhere else that was ok with him. Steve longed to old her tight to feel her body against his. He still had the memory of how good she felt the last time, and couldn't wait to feel it again.

 

[nefarious_pride]

"Find Demetri, tell her what has happened. It is still her decision, ultimately, to be made."

Her own words were repeating themselves in her mind, for some reason, they seemed to hold quite a bit of weight - the vampire realized. She reached out, much like she had many a times before, to her one love Demetri, but she found her closed. Demetri's presence was very faint, and she had temporarily sealed that which connected them. Xenia was impulsive when it came to a lot of issues, this being one of them. She remembered arguing with Demetri every time she chose to close herself off. Xenia worried, even though she knew Demetri could handle danger, still... she worried. Her thoughts turned to the newest addition to the 'family'. She wondered if Demetri would change her mind about keeping the man, but he brought more advantages than disadvantages with him and she for one could easily develop a likeness for him. So that left to be seen...

Wavy black hair was being combed excruciatingly slow as she sat in front of her vanity. The mirror was rather large; from the intent look in her dark purple eyes, one could easily assume she were staring at her reflection. Except, there existed none. A long silk gown that left only enough to the imagination encased her curvy body and the silver necklace that lay in between her mounds remained perfectly still whilst she breathed not.

"My Mistress, I've found Miss Demetri, but...I'm sorry to disobey, but i did not speak to her. She was...with a man; they embraced, and kissed. i thought best to return, to...report to You."

Disrespect!!!

The words of her wolf came to her as a surprise, but for a long while, she did not react. Finally, when she turned to stare at he who laid by her feet, she smiled.

"Hmm, and what do you think should be done about such a situation? Obviously you must have thought it less than a pleasant one and that is why you came to me... to report. Yes?"

The more she spoke, the more her anger... no, her jealousy rose. It was humming within her form and she knew that in time it could come forth with a vengeance. How dare her take another man upon herself in such a manner? Demetri had always had weaknesses, but their desire for each other had surpassed it all, except for now.

Disloyalty!!!

Xenia seethed, so when her hand dropped to lay upon the wolf's head, much like one would touch a pet, she was sure he would be influenced by her wrath. “It is of man's first disobedience, that Death was brought into being" She uttered softly, but audibly enough. That knowing piercing gaze would now settle on her wolf, just as her finger slid under his chin to raise his own into hers. Her head would tilt before she spoke again.. "Is there one thing that you hold high above all else? That one thing that you are prepared to give your very life for; That thing that holds your immortal soul in its hands. Wolf... is there?"

Contempt!!!

If he was worthy, She would take him and make him Hers to protect, call, and claim. Demetri had asked for that part of her which remained mostly hidden when they shared time in each other's arms, but betrayal does not go unpunished. The True Xenia was coming... and not in peace.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Her touch left him nervous, already knowing full well the duality of that touch; given Her mood, Xenia could be as tender or terrible as She saw fit. However, for this moment, any anger in Her seemed directed towards Demetri and the new he himself had brought regarding her. If luck was indeed on his side, Xenia would not shoot...stab, burn, impale, strike with a blunt object, rend, break, or otherwise unspeakably maim...the messenger.

"You ask what i feel should be done in this situation, but it is not my place to say; it is only Your's to make such decisions. But i did feel You should know...though, with Your connection to Miss Demetri, perhaps You already did, and my reporting is un-needed."

She tilted his face upwards, and Ian was reluctant to meet Her eyes for the briefest second, but finally gave in and gazed into Her deeply purple orbs. "What i hold dear...hold above all else?" he gave that a moments consideration before answering; he hoped his answer didn't further enrage Xenia, but feared it might. "i hold loyalty and trust most dear; having the secret lives of a theif and that of a wolf, it has always been vital to know who i can believe in to keep those secrets. Loyalty...that is what i hold dearest."

Impulsive as ever, he licked Xenia's hand, seeking to calm, or at least to lessen, the obvious anger in Her. On another level, a more subconcious plane of his being, perhaps he sought to drive a wedge between these two women. The idea touched his mind just a moment, and Ian made a point to think on that later. For now, he only wanted to do as he was bidden, to keep Xenia pleased.