Bloody Black Blues

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She didn't know what she was, at first. Not at all. What was happening to Mary was a total mystery for her and those around her. She had always been an old soul, they said...a bright child, wise beyond her years yet beautifully niEve...In her teens it had gotten worse. Bullying led the highly intelligent but sensitive girl to drop out at fifteen, still, she did study and her odd condition, which often kept her up all night for five or six days and nights straight with a twenty four hour, near comatose, crash, saw her through to getting her G.E.D. days before her sixteenth birthday, a university degree in psychology by age nineteen. Independent and headstrong, Mary moved to the city when she was seventeen and waitressed at the local Goth club called "Black Blues" to pay rent while a poetry scholarship took care of tuition.

It had been the summer of her eighteenth birthday when the supernaturals at the club took notice of her. They noticed her noticing them and figuring out, in her brilliant intellectual way, that they were something not quite human. She recognized them, witches, metamorphs, werewolves, vampires, when she came across them. They were everywhere in the regular world and few humans knew it. Mary knew them all on sight, instinctively...They also noticed her. She was not entirely human, not like one of them...somehow she was becoming something unlike and very like ALL of the earth's humanish species combined!

She was taught this by her manager Gloria, a beautiful, raven haired witch of three hundred years (most don't live more than two centuries) but never looked a day past human thirty-five. Gloria taught Mary about the world of the supernatural all around them and Gloria had kept Mary safe during the initial period of discovering her powers.Vito was less kind than Gloria. He owned the club. Vito was also the leader of the Vampire Mafia in their town of Greyson and Mary was also paid extra to be used once per week as his gang's blood donor. This meant a few things. Her rank was higher than human donors so she was almost never at risk of death. She was, however, bitten and sipped from more often, however, because she was told something in her blood tasted sweeter than human blood and was more potent even than witch blood...and another thing...

Once, while Vito was heavily into drinking some of Mary's blood, he got so into the heady moment that he'd begun to stroke her between her legs...When she moaned softly and pressed her moist pussy against his probing hand, Vito seized the moment and pushed her panties aside, fingering Mary to climax, the swell of her orgasm somehow affected something in the blood he drank from her at that moment because he instantly creamed his pants and also said he was stronger and more clear headed from that blood gift moment for the whole next month! And, it seemed that whenever someone was in contact with Mary as she climaxed they'd receive a temporary burst of energy, magical powers, supernatural surges, and heightened awareness for anywhere from a few hours to several weeks at a time, the more strongly connected to her, the stronger the effect.

Not only did this strange power of Mary's help others, it left her telepathic, even with stronger creatures, for several days after as well, although, it could leave her physically drained the next day, especially after a vampire Mafia gang bang, a "fang bang", she'd sometimes call it. She didn't mind much. There was no resisting Vito and his guys anyway but they did try to go easy on her...still, vampires don't always know their own strength and rough stuff during a blood and energy draw would naturally leave Mary a bit tired and sore sometimes.

This had been her secret night life the past few years. Her degree, yet unused, sat in a drawer at the apartment Gloria rented out to her. She lived downstairs from her boss. That meant no sick days unless seriously ill because the witch always checked. But, Gloria was mostly kind as long as Mary didn't pull any stupid shit. Mary got the sense that Gloria felt some remorse for turning young Mary over to Vito for blood sacrifice...donating... back when she'd begun, and for the sexual encounters her weekly blood draws have recently become...Mary held no grudges. Hell, she kind of liked it.

The unidentified supernatural mixed lady bent over her mirror in the bathroom, putting mascara on her long eyelashes, her green eyes magnified in the reflection. The creamy pale redhead was getting ready for work. "Black Blues" would be open in an hour. Gloria was driving them both there.


Ooc: Open to storytellers. I need vampire Mafia members, witches, werewolves, morphers, and even humans of all sorts. This club will be the main backdrop. It will have many areas, some hidden to humans.

I could use people to write Vito and Gloria as well.
I'll write for Mary.

 

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Roses are red
Blood's even redder
The Club is Black Blues
No place can be better.

We've got what you crave,
All manner of drink,
And, dancing, and raves,
And, more than you'd think.

With exclusivity
Comes entry to your dreams
If you can get in
You'll see
...we're more than we seem.

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Vito Capello rose at dusk, pushing aside his black silk sheets from around him in the massive circular bed which occupied the very center of his bedroom. He was eager to see what the hired technicians had managed to get done during the day, while he slept.

One swipe of his fingers across the tablet which rested on his nightstand flooded the room with orange light, growing brighter incrementally as the thousands of electric lights woven into the crystal chandelier overhead bloomed into luminous ambiance. Another swipe and the heavy metal shutters that blocked out sunlight slid down each windowpane around the domed peak of the nightclub building.

Vito could afford to live anywhere he pleased, but he preferred to reside above his nightclub—taking a note from birds on how to best protect one’s nest-egg. The proximity between the club and his residence also made it convenient to bring back lovers or prey or both—without having to do very much convincing. The elevator from his room let out at the back of the VIP lounge.

Another tap on the tablet caused a muted hum to issue forth from behind a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf which slowly turned itself around and revealed the fully stocked dungeon which shared Vito’s bedroom. The aforementioned technicians had been busy installing a Sybian machine on the back of an old, medieval torture horse. Their work seemed precise, the joining of the modern device to the ancient fixture looked altogether seamless. After a preliminary test of the vibration and rotation knobs, the work was deemed satisfactory.

“Good evening, Master Capello.” Marsha, one of the cocktail waitresses who doubled as a feeding-trough muttered softly as she waited in the elevator to be invited in. “I trust you slept well.”

“Indeed I did, Martha. You may enter.” Vito instructed without turning away from his newest toy, endlessly indifferent to the fact that he never quite got Marsha’s name right. “Come over here, I want you to see something.”

With her head bowed and eyes downcast, the fang-scarred serving girl shuffled across the black marble floor to where she’d been summoned. Vito laid his hand onto the back of her neck, holding her gently, almost tenderly if not for his emotional indifference, as he showed her his newest device.

“It’s called a ‘sybian’ they tell me, and it’s supposed to make women have earth-shattering orgasms. Have you seen one before?”

“I—um, I’ve only seen pictures.” Marsha blushed, looking away and squirming as Vito’s touch woke her carnal intuition as it always did. “It looks lovely, Master.”

“I don’t need it to be lovely, I need it to—“ Vito stopped himself, he was thinking out loud again, none of this was any of Marsha’s business. “Forget it.”

“Do—do you need me to test it for you, Sir?” Marsha asked suddenly, her eyes sparkling with misplaced optimism. “I’d be glad to—Ah!”

Marsha was interrupted by Vito’s fangs plunging into her slender throat, well-worn wounds breaking open again without much resistance at all. His lips made a crude slurping noise as he drank, feeding on her inferior blood quickly to avoid tasting it for any longer than was necessary. She was human, so her blood sustained him—but its character was flat, unremarkable on his expert palate.

When Marsha turned pale and her breathing became shallow, her slender hands came to rest on Vito’s muscular shoulders. Even this mild show of tenderness was regarded as an unwelcome affront to the centuries-old vampire. Her touch made his skin crawl. Vito shoved Marsha hard, his fangs tearing her flesh and leaving larger wounds than necessary as she fell back onto the bed.

“Go clean yourself up.” Vito snarled, his blood-soaked lips curled back from his teeth in disgust. “I have no more use for you. Have Gloria page me when Mary gets here. Be quick about it now, cow.”

As Marsha rushed back to the elevator, trying in vain to hold back her jilted sobs, Vito spat the last of her blood from his mouth, no longer able to tolerate its vile lack of complexity. He wiped it from his lips and chin with the back of his hand.

Another swipe of his fingers and a door opened from the wall near the elevator doors. He shed his now ruined silk shirt and stepped out of his satin shorts. A shower would improve his mood, he hoped—hot enough to scald lesser breeds of creature.

Thinking of Mary as he entered the bathroom, Vito allowed a hint of levity to seep into his demeanor—even fashioning the hint of a grin as he started the water running.

 

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Mary waited for an in invitation into Vito's quarters despite having been summoned. She had just gotten to the club and had been about to begin her work shift when Sergio, one of Vito's top men (partial to suckling at ankle or upper thigh) came to her with instructions from the boss that she go upstairs immediately. As he spoke to her he got almost uncomfortably close, likely to inhale her natural aroma which seemed to be a delicious scent to supernatural beings. Humans, always oblivious, liked her smell too but were not so drawn to it as the supernaturals were. To them, just the look of her enticed, the scent was compelling. Without Vito's tight control she'd literally have to fight creatures off of her almost constantly.

She nodded to Sergio, creating her own personal space with her arm in the guise of a friendly pat on his arm. He kissed her cheek with respectful reverence, closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply before he walked away. Mary suppressed a shudder.

Humans in the vicinity danced the night away unknowing that they were all marked and penned cattle, watched closely by their hosts to determine who would be missed if they never left the club again, who'd be best to use as "groupies", who were good repeat customers for cash flow and luring in fresh meat...deciding who would live on in ignorance of how the club, how the world, really worked, and who'd find out either through time in blood slavery or just before becoming a vampire mob's meal. Mary wove her way through the happy swarm of flashy Gothic young people toward the employee only elevator.

Mary could still smell the fresh scent of his shower gel in the air and spied him exiting the steaming bathroom, all manly sinew and strength, eyes burning into her soul every time he looked into hers. He was one of few people in this world who truly "saw" her when he regarded her. Even his vampire gifts couldn't account for the connection they had. It had been instantaneous and strong, one look the first time they'd seen one another and each knew to the core of their being that the other was unlike anyone they'd ever meet thereafter, and that was all the reason to find out what this connective attraction was all about...

She angled her long, slender and milky pale neck (unblemished as their regular feedings seemed to never leave her marked for more than a few minutes, at most, which fascinated them both) to look around beyond Vito. Nobody else was around. Good. They were alone. She liked the others in the gang, mostly, she really wasn't given much choice in who drank from her although Vito was partial enough to Mary to honor her wishes about who got to touch her intimately...but she still preferred the intimacy of a private tete-a-tete with the highly regarded vampire.

He also seemed less on edge when they were alone together. Maintaining control of his group while satisfying her needs in order to get what he ultimately wanted from her was sometimes stressful for him. And, he had to protect her. She was stronger than humans, special because no one had seen a being like her, but she still was weaker than vampires and when drunk from she could be quite fragile and needed extra care. He was her master and protector in that way but also, she realized, because her gift gave back to him so keeping her safe was within his self interest.

So, once he nodded to aknowledge her, Mary stepped off the elevator and smiled slowly at the rugged natural beauty of Vito's form as he moved about the room.

 

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Lucien Marconi was born back in the 1200 century he was told, and was raised by a Coven of witches. He was never told who his father and mother were, only that his father was a vampire but knew nothing of the mother. Lucien’s chest was covered with tattoos and no one knew why or what they meant, only that they were runes to protect him till he reached maturity at age 21. He would then understand all, what he is and he would walk in the sun.

Lucien was well aware he was different than the others as he was growing up, but he had to wait till he was 21 to learn he was a vampire, and as for his mother, he wondered is she was by any chance a which. Still he didn’t have all the answers, like being able to walk in day light when none of the other vampires could. He could also hear voices from afar and block his own thoughts from other vampires, something that old vampire could do.

Still, it didn’t make him any less strong, on the contrary, it made him the most powerful vampire alive, like go place in day light where no vampire couldn’t fallow. He learned that he could use it against the other vampires. Lucien also learned he didn’t have the same need for blood, he could drink animal blood and didn’t have to hunt humans for it. Still, Lucien had one weakness that if discovered could cost him dearly. His weakness was spelled out in the runes if someone could read the runes. .

Over the years Lorenzo learned many things that would help him in the future once he learned he could live forever. Lorenzo stopped aging when he was 21, and began to make his fortune. Today he is worth millions in gold bullion, and now many centuries later he still looks 21, a young vampire in the eyes his kinds. Of course no one knows he is actually a vampire, seen that his skin is a shade lighter than a human, and he doesn’t have friends to start with. Being a day walker he never felt the need to be friends with other vampires or anyone.

Because he walks in day light no one has any reason to think him a vampire. He lives like a human and other vampire don’t know what to make of him. He doesn’t quiet smell like a human, and yet doesn’t smell like a vampire. Lucien never learned why, but he thought the runes on his chest had some to do with all this.

Lately he’s been spending some time in a club name Black Blues, and it was owned by Vito Capello. He never met Vito personally, but knew of him being the most powerful mob boss around. He also knew him to be a racketeer, and that he had his hands in many illegal business and he has some of the law makers in his pocket.

The club was a stripper joint that reeked of booze, cigarettes smoke and sweat, and it was very busy with people of all types. The only thing he liked in that place was a stunning looking woman named Mary, and after looking at her for a while he just couldn’t see her in that place. Somehow she didn’t belong in there.

Lucien had planned to compete with Vito by taking his business away, and he made Mary his first target by stealing her from him. He would then concentrate on stealing everything he owned piece by piece.
Lucien had also his own agenda, and that was to put an end the likes Vito’s, but deep down he knew the mob would find a way to run their racketeering in some away.

 

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The elevator made a muted chime as it reached Vito’s private suite, the ornately sculpted doors sliding open smoothly to reveal the object of Vito’s deepest lust and affection. He smelled her before he saw her, the exquisite bouquet of her rarified blood cutting through the scent of soap and shampoo and lingering water vapor.

“Come.” Vito said impassively, making no attempt to clothe himself beyond the towel wrapped neatly around his waist. “I bought you something.”

Vito made a point of requiring his guests to be invited before he allowed them entry to his private quarters, it seemed only fair, since Vito required an invitation before he could set foot in the private residences of mortals—why shouldn’t they need his invitation before entering his private space. If anyone could bypass his protocols and enter without permission of fear of violent reprisal, it would be Mary, but Vito respected and admired her deference to his preferences and wishes. As she came into the room, her smell grew stronger in his nostrils, causing him to salivate and his pulse to quicken.

It took some effort and discipline not to pounce on her immediately, the blood in her veins taunting him with its rhythmic dance through her fragile veins just below the pale, soft skin that surrounded her. He’d grown quite adept at suppressing his primal urges to fuck and feed over the generations he’d lived through, but somehow Mary always tested his self-control whenever she was close-by. He met her in the center of the room and wrapped her up in his muscular embrace, holding her cheek against his bare chest and lightly planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head.

“I’ve missed you.” Vito admitted softly to Mary’s scalp, his nose buried in her fragrant hair as his palms languished across the exposed skin of her back and shoulders. “Come with me.”

Vito released Mary from the long and intimate embrace, his hand slipping under the silk curtain of her hair to take hold of the back of her neck, gently but assertively steering her around the massive bed at the center of the room to the place where Vito swiped at his tablet, allowing the bookshelf to once again revolve and open the space where he kept his tools of torment and delight.

Just as the alcove finished revolving, Vito led Mary over to his newest prize, the black leather saddle mounted with brass screws to the antique horse sculpture. His hand meandered down Mary’s back slowly.

“They tell me it’s called a sybian, and that it makes women climax uncontrollably. I want you to be the first to try it out.” Vito said softly, using his nose to brush a lock of Mary’s crimson hair behind her ear. “Take your panties off right this instant and place them in my hand.”

With his fingertips resting impatiently on the small of her back, Vito offered his palm to Mary’s sightline, showing her where he wanted her undergarments placed.

“Then I want you to straddle the machine.” Vito whispered against Mary’s neck, his lips brushing ever so slightly against the place in her neck where her pulse was thumping and writhing like bolts of lightning.

 

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Mary nodded her assent but as she bent to remove her dark blue thong and place it into Vito's waiting palm she had to ask, "I'm supposed to work tonight...in five minutes, actually. Vito, who'll work my shift while we're busy here? Should I text Gloria?"

 

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This night Lucien choose to sit in a much darker table, but could still see most of what went on in the room. By then he had learned some names just by hearing them and memorizing them to that face. He saw Mary come in and then being approached by the man they called him Sergio, apparently one of Vito’s to henchmen.

Lucien didn’t fail to notice the man salivating after Mary. Sergio was delivering a message from Vito for her to go upstairs. Lucien didn’t know what was upstairs, but assumed it was Vito’s private lair.

Lucien didn’t know much about Mary, and when he tried to read her he couldn’t get much, though he discovers that she was not human. He was a little disappointed when he couldn’t get much else, but at least he learned that much. Sergio seem to be all over her, and unless his eyes were playing a trick on him, Sergio was inhaling her scent. Lucien thought it was rather odd. Vampire could smell scent from longer distance, but then as he found, she was not human and there had to be something else about her.

He watched her nodding to Sergio and patted his arm before he placed a kiss on her cheek, and inhaled her scent once again and noted that Mary didn’t like it all that much. She left him there and walked away. Lucien watched her till she disappeared from view.

Lucien was puzzled by Sergio inhaling behavior, and now he had to find out what this meant to Sergio, or if it was something about her that that made him behave in that manner. Lucien waited for Mary to came back knowing that she worked at night, but wondered if Vito wanted her for something else when she didn’t come back.

Of course Lucien had no way of knowing what kind of relation the two had with one another, but he would find out sooner or later.

 

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Vito’s lips curled back from his teeth, he detested disobedience. Mary was worried over her shift at the bar, which only added to his distaste, that something so arbitrary and ultimately irrelevant should delay his gratification that came from tasting of her blood whilst she was in the midst of climax. It was odd—to say the least—that something as fickle and common as the female orgasm would hold some unknown power over the rich and delightful bouquet of Mary’s rarified blood, but odd or not it was a fact. A fact that forced Vito to cater and bend to the fickle whims of Mary herself more often than he’d have otherwise preferred.

Sliding his cool grasp around the back of Mary’s slender, statuesque neck, Vito brushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear with his nose, still whispering in her ear even as the tone and intensity of his voice changed abruptly.

“The enjoyment you have brought me thus far does not entitle you to resist these things that I ask of you, do not mistake your place beside me as indicative of your true position. The bar operates at my pleasure. You work in the bar at my pleasure. Gloria works in the bar at my pleasure. Everything under my roof exists only at my pleasure and there’s nothing within this building that can’t be extinguished if it should cause me displeasure. Am I helping you to understand?” The grip on the back of Mary’s neck was growing tighter and Vito’s other palm was moving slowly over her pale thigh, lifting the front of her skirt. “Right now, my pleasure requires your panties in my hand, and your eager little pussy straddling that brand-new, expensive goddamn gift I just gave you—you ungrateful little wretch. Take another moment longer than needed and risk earning my displeasure in earnest.”

Vito dragged his fingernails over Mary’s thigh, leaving faint pink arcs behind on her porcelain flesh. He held out his hand to her again, with his thumb and forefingers bearing down on the pulse-points on either side of her neck. His fingers twitched as the blood pumped through her fast-healing veins.

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After Mary went up to feed the boss the bar was left temporarily short staffed and Sergio was forced to begin expediting the orders to prevent the bartenders and wait staff from getting overrun. When he spotted Marsha, leaning against the shelves of bottles drinking a big glass of orange juice, he snapped at her to get her attention.

“Hey! Hey—blood-bag! That brooding character in the back over there looks thirsty, go sell him a pint.” Sergio called across the bar while distributing a fresh supply of Absinthe from the 1800’s out of a rustic wooden crate that he balanced on his shoulder. “Turn on the charm, he looks like a tipper.”

Marsha sighed, still slightly exhausted and very hurt from Vito’s prior feeding, but she hoped that this customer in the back would be agreeable to feeding from her wrist or arm. She sauntered over to his table, making her way rather timidly through the massive and still growing crowd of supernaturals who gathered nightly in the bar.

“Hiya Mister Dark-and-Brooding, you sure look thirsty! Could I get you something?” Marsha smiled and tittered, setting down a cardboard coaster beside Lucien out of habit. “Cherry soda, red wine, ginger ale? Or maybe… clould—it—be—?”

Here, Marsha leaned forward over the table, displaying her full cleavage fang-marks and all to Lucien’s gaze, tapping her index finger playfully against her pouty lips as if deep in thought.

“You’re a big, hungry vampire and you’d rather have a drink of me! Is that it? Did I guess it?” Here Marsha giggled and stood up, holding out her arm. “I’m O-negative, isn’t that great? Universal donor status! I sell a pint of my blood for twenty bucks, unless you want to bite me somewhere special—then we gotta negotiate.”

Marsha winked and held her arm closer to Lucien’s face, close enough that he could smell her blood through the wounds in her arm that had not closed yet.

“What do you say, Mister Dark-and-Brooding? Ready to have a sip?”

 

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Lucien had great view from where he sat and Sergio talking to Marsha, and told her to go and serve him unaware that he could hear every words they spoke.

“Hey! Hey—blood-bag! That brooding character in the back over there looks thirsty, go sell him a pint.” Sergio told her and then went behind the bar, only to shout back at Marsha. “Turn on the charm, he looks like a tipper.” He said to her.

Marsha being the obedient girl that she was, thought she had no choice in the matter, she walked over to him.

“Hiya Mister Dark-and-Brooding, you sure look thirsty! Could I get you something? “She said setting down a coaster on the table, and just smiled at her.

“Cherry soda, red wine, ginger ale? Or maybe… could—it—be—?”She said but never finished what she was about the say. So Marsha thought she would try something else like flaunting her fang marked breasts into his face.

“You’re a big, hungry vampire and you’d rather have a drink of me! Is that it? Did I guess it?”she giggled and stand up holding her arm. “I’m O-negative, isn’t that great? Universal donor status! I sell a pint of my blood for twenty bucks, unless you want to bite me somewhere special—then we gotta negotiate.” She said. While he looked at her

“What do you say, Mister Dark-and-Brooding? Ready to have a sip?”she said again

I don’t think so Marsha, just a scotch neat would do nicely thank you. He told her.

 

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Mary winced and her heart raced for just a moment but she did as she was told and was soon straddling the contraption, feeling rather cold and miserable, though. Vito usually tried to treat her almost nice in comparison to his other employees. She realized, though true, everything he'd said to her up to this point had been mere flattery and a means to an end he desired, nothing more. That smarted a bit. She'd begun to have feelings for this man and her foolishness in that was becoming apparent.

"There." She said simply, panties whipped into his hand as she settled onto the device which was intimidating and slightly uncomfortable. "That's the last time I show concern for your business if you don't even care." She knew she ran the risk of him being angered again but she'd be damned if she would allow herself to become as timid and weak willed before him as all the common humans. She was still quite unique and others were finding out about her unusual power. If Vito were to actually KILL her there'd be a possible rebellion among his friends and staff. His power was formidable. But, she knew her own worth. Her healing might even indicate it may not even be as easy as he would assume, killing her. So, when Mary acquiesced it was with a subtle shift in her attitude. He could have her orgasm and her blood but she'd keep her feelings to herself from now on.

 

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Lucien sat there enjoying some of the music, while sipping at his drink. He was also hoping to see Mary, as he didn’t see her in the last few days. He was never a very trusting soul, and in particular never trusted a vampire. Vito was not one to be trusted, and no doubts he kept her busy doing whatever.

He had tried a few times to read her, but failed each and every time, though he was able to read Sergio. Sasha wasn’t much help when he asked if Mary was working tonight. She simply lifted her shoulders and shook her head, and he figured she didn’t know or wouldn’t tell.

Lucien never paid too much attention to human women he saw in the club, but for some reason tonight they caught his eye. He saw some of them going in the back with Sergio, but he came out a moment later alone. He didn’t think much at the time, till he saw another going in the back with Sergio again.

The first one came back a little later walking like she was drunk, and the same thing with the second one and the third one. He realized it later when he read their minds. He discovered they had no memories of what happen to them. He was sure they were used to feed on them.

To pass the time faster, Lucien started to count now many human women were taken in the back by Sergio. He stops counting after 50 and decided it was time for him to call it a night and left the club.

“Tomorrow is another day, he thought mentally.”

 

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Gloria recognized the face of the mysterious customer brooding at the back. He was mmaking Black Blues his regular hangout yet his searching stares made it unclear if he ever actually enjoyed himself. Gloria approached his table, tarot cards shuffling in her lithe, eternally young fingers. She lay them in a quick spread down on the table, flipping them to read as she took a seat across from him.
"My cards don't even say anything clear about you." She announced. "They say you'll find and lose your one great love very soon, and many times, right here...and. I think you search for someone even now. "

She flipped over the Goddess and Priestess cards...they'd been stuck together...odd..."...Oh..." Gloria listened to her intuition and had a revelation, "...Mary. I'm sorry, man. Mary?" Her big, brown eyes met his with compassion and a look that silently conveyed fresh pity. "Mary is...out of everybody's league. I don't think you'd want to be on Vito's bad side. He himself fancies her...in his way." She admitted somewhat ruefully. The boss's obsession with Mary's gift was not going to turn out well for the girl, though. Unless this guy knew something, some way to loosenVVito's tight grasp. "Very special girl, Mary. Very popular too. Unlucky for you." Gloria admitted.

 

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"My cards don't even say anything clear about you." She announced. "They say you'll find and lose your one great love very soon, and many times, right here...and. I think you search for someone even now."

He didn’t even bother saying anything, he just let her say whatever she wanted.

The next card she flipped over was the Goddess and Priestess car….two cards stuck together, and he figured she was playing a trick on him.

“They'd been stuck together...odd..."...Oh..." She said, he smiled but made no comment.

"...Mary. I'm sorry, man. Mary?" She said. Though he kept a blank look on his face, when she said Mary’s name she surprised him. He looked into her eyes knowing she couldn’t read that name on his mind.

"Mary is...out of everybody's league. I don't think you'd want to be on Vito's bad side. He himself fancies her...in his way." She said. In a way she was out of his league, but Mary he would have to him herself.

“Lady why don’t you sell it to someone else. You have not a clue what you’re talking about.” He told her politely.

"Very special girl, Mary. Very popular too. Unlucky for you." She said.

I wouldn’t know, I never met the lady whoever she is.” He told her and got up to leave.

 

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Vito winced visibly when he saw the impact that his words had on Mary, realizing that he’d been too harsh with her and soured the mood. He’d allowed his excitement at her smell to override his manners and now she was cross with him. His fist closed sharply around the bundle of fabric that landed in his palm, clenching around the undergarment like a bear-trap, looking away as Mary obeyed him reluctantly. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not at all. He had been harsh and lost his temper, he needed to remember that Mary was young, she was fragile and her feelings prone to injury.

“I’m sorry.” Vito said at last, not a knee-jerk reaction but rather a sincere admission of guilt. “It isn’t my area of expertise, handling feelings like these—feelings of emotional affection. I must admit to being out of practice, but it’s no excuse. My temper has caused me to be harsh with you, who I cherish above all others. I beg forgiveness.”

Vito came up behind her now, slowly wrapping his arm around her middle and pressing his muscular chest against her back. The other hand traced slow and gentle fingertips up Mary’s throat, slow, demonstrating that he’d regained composure and laid his wild humors to rest. His hand wrapped around her neck gently, tenderly, affectionately as his hand on her middle eased her forward on the device he’d just had installed, her panties still clutched by his thumb as his hand explored her midsection.

“If I seem impatient, it’s because I’m not accustomed to having my feelings wrapped up in another, as they are with you. If I seem to be stern with you, it’s because I see your potential and want nothing more than to see you at your best. And if I seem possessive over you, your body or your gifts—it is because I am, because nothing else I’ve encountered in a hundred lifetimes has compared to the way you make me feel.” Vito was whispering in Mary’s ear, his left hand moving down from her jaw into her blouse, caressing her chest as he elaborated on his apology. “You’re the most precious thing in the world to me, Mary. This club, the money, this residence—they could all burn to the ground and I’d waste not a care, but if I were ever to lose you, Mary… That’s the one thing I couldn’t survive.”

Vito wasn’t a poet, he was a soldier, a killer, and a criminal—but something about Mary and moreover, her blood, it awakened his tender feelings, the kind of feelings that he’d thought were lost to him since his human life ended.

“So forgive my unkindness, and know that it derives of a sincere and heartfelt affection for you.” Vito muttered, planting a gentle kiss on Mary’s neck before retrieving the tablet from his nightstand and beginning the machine between her thighs vibrating loudly and growing faster. “I only wish to bring you pleasure.”

 

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Mary sighed St Vito's touch, forgiving quickly as lust built. "Vito, would you show me what to do? Guide my body?" She asked, feeling prone and a bit self conscious.

 

[Cobra_14]

Lucien hadn’t been in since the last time that pain in the side Gloria came to his table. The place was the same old decaying smelling place, and as he looked around he could see not much else change either. The faces were all the same, most of them anyway.

Sergio was doing the same thing and that was pimping for the rest of the vampires, either for sex or for blood witch was all the same. He sips his drink while keeping tab on the coming and goings of the women, and like before coming out dazed for lack of enough blood.

He was thankful Gloria didn’t go to his table this time thought he saw her looking his way. He had hoped to see Mary and maybe have a chance to talk to her, maybe getting some on Vito that he could use, but didn’t look like she would be coming out this evening. No doubt Vito had her busy doing his bidding whatever it was he had her doing.

He threw his money on the table and walks out wondering if it was worth coming back. He just didn't have anything concrete enough to use on convicting Vito.

 

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OOC: Guys, could we get at least a post per week each on here? It's moving so slowly...

 

[Cobra_14]

OOC: Shouldn’t we all start interacting with each other first? Mary and Vito are interacting with each other.

 

[slippedhalo]

OOC: Barely. I'd like to be able to get through the first scene before I turn grey, though.

 

[Cobra_14]

OOC: I feel the same way, but so far no one noticed Lucien sitting there, only Gloria made the appearance.

 

[slippedhalo]

Ooc: My time has been wasted, and yours, Cobra. My apologies to you. Litshark forgot other people exist and might actually want to either get an explanation for non posting or be able to move on. I hate when people bitch that I complain about them publicly but don't consider their own rudeness in taking a major role then ditching it with no regard for those waiting. Don't want people to see you have annoyed me? Be courteous and respect our time as well.

I would like to get this started in a new thread. New Tino as well. Whoever wants to join may do so.
Don't start unless you think you can post more than one good post per week, and If busy just let us know...like calling in sick to a job, we'd like to know if we should expect you or cover for you.
Other people have lives too. We don't need to wait on each other for more than a week with no heads up, If that happens others will move the thread along for you or it will die.