Mirror Manor

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-another urge for a vampy SRP, lol, recent fetish of mine if you will. check it out, just a warning, the first post is viciously long. if you'd like the details on it, PM me. ::

Biannca paused. Today the sky was clouded, dreary, dark. It wasn't a pleasent experience at all. But it was just something she had to get to. The summer would promise plenty of rain for the quaint little town, more clouds. More of a cloak for the horrible, damned place. A mist was rolling in from the south, the cafe dark, the loudest sound among the buzz of whispers just the television above. She watched curiously as the familiar house came on the screen. Her house.

"Here we have it, the very own 'Mirror Manor'. The city folk have affectionately named this place New York's very own house on haunted hill." The news reporter made the breaking story of the house, an elegant seventeenth century victorian as it was, tall, dark, gothic like standing upon that single hill. It was a massive place. Biannca would know. She'd lived in it for most of her lives. And the lives of others, and their grand parents, and probably even their grand parents as well. That was what most people didn't know about her.

"This is the reason I don't like the Press, damn snoops always have to go buttin' in on other people's property. Don't worry about it, lil' missy, they're just lookin' for some more hoopla to entertain the locals and tourists." The bar tender, cleaning the classes absentmindedly spoke to Biannca. It was almost funny. How Biannca happened to live there. But around here, on the outskirts of New York in their little mini-city, she had to be the nicest girl around.

"Yes...of course." She turned her head slowly toward the door. She knew why they were there. Because lately her father, Arthos Vermillion had been hastily drawing in more and more humans, with his allies. It was more than plain to see the more than obvious conspiracy here. And the press wanted to know. Biannca knew. She was part of it.

There were were wolves. And vampires, and demons, anything unholy that she could imagine she'd seen developing this strategy. And now, now they were trying to throw it into play. If anything, she was trying her hardest to stop them. The immortals wanted the town, oh no, not only that. They probably planned to take over the entire state. Pay no mind to immortal bounty hunters, her father was in for power. That triangle plan he'd made, take two humans and turn them, and then take one more and keep them for food, or a slave, had been their plan. And it was working.

She herself was not lucky in it at all. Half vampires never got anywhere in the immortal realm. True, they had everything vampires did. Enhanced hearing, sight, movement, over all sense. A particular dark gift, and that confounded thirst for blood after too long without it. But they also had half of human characteristics, tolerance to sunlight the best bit. Yes, it was funny how the press saw vampires, bat-shape shifters, allergic to garlic and crosses, able to be killed with holy water and a silver stake to the heart.

Non-sense. But too much exposure to sunlight could result in death, and they did have to sleep in coffins, though it was not nessecary, it just helped with the sun; though stakes and crosses and holy water? Absolutely useless. Decapitation, fire and sunlight were the only things that did it. She knew. She'd tried to kill her damn father on more than one occasion.

The man had the ability to make her into a slave. She was lower than vampires, and humans, so a slave was not even close to what he could have her as. She shivered at the thought. What the vampires these days did to their slaves, well, she really would rather not. It was but the simplicity that she was their day time watchdog that kept him from pulling her strings, though he was still calling the shots. And lately, the small stuff like letting go those they kept as slaves and for food, bringing in already turned vampires who were loners, and trying her hardest to usher the humans away from Mirror Manor was enough to condem her. He would too, she already knew, if he ever found out.

"Words in that Researchers are comming to the town, from all over, looking for some...'paranormal' activity, miss. Better watch yerself, they might be headin' on up to your ol' manor some times too." Absentmindedly, the darkhaired young woman nodded. Yes, that was just what she needed. Researchers.

If Biannca didn't stick out among normal women, normal humans in general, even a little, then it would have been all to easy. Her skin was pale, horribly pale, and never changed. Never blemished, never held scars. And she had no marks liked those Turned. Only those born into the world as vampires were purely perfect immortals. She'd been born half vampire. So she had absolutely no marks upon her. Her hair was dark, a beautiful shade of black, contrasting with her skin greatly, leading down to wide, innocent like pure emerald eyes. Nothing but that green color could be seen, with the exception of Thirst. They shifted to a blood like color then. Her lips were an ever blood rose red, beautifully creased into a sad smile. After the age of eighteen, she'd yet to age another day. She cherished childhood, but now she was stuck like this. There would be no change to it. Lucky for her, she had a soul. Damned creatures did not. Still, it was not a life of fanciful luxery. She knew first hand.

With a sigh, Biannca turned her head again as the bell rung. Probably just more tourists. She looked away. And maybe they might not notice her. She'd been on their more than once, in pictures she wondered down the news reporters managed to grab. Yes, it was all just some huge chess game, with her as one of the knights. But she was giving up on this game, she was fighting the black side. A black knight, fighting for the whites. Yes, it was a game. One that she was determined to stop.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Everything had led him here, his research, his contacts, and his intuition had told him this was the treasure he had been looking for. Paranormal was not just here, it reeked with it. It had been quite a travel for Stephen, but fortunately he was on sebatical and had free time to continue his research. As a professor at Yale he had blended in with normal society and was actually somewhat famous although he tried to remain out of the press as much as possible. And now, here he was.

Standing in town at really the base of the great manor that called him here, Stephen looked at his map. He was standing in the shade with darker than dark sunglasses on. He had fortunately been given a most recent discovery of his good friend Dr. Clint who had developed a most remarkable sunscreen. He hadn't gone public with it, for obvious reasons, but it protected the sensitive skin of a vampire, or a half vampire so well that there was no fear of the sun no more.

Yes, Stephen was a half vampire. Born some five hundred or so years ago. He had hated his life, and for many hundreds of years being alone had no direction. His heart had been dark for many many years, he had feisted on humans, had killed many, but somehow he had been brought back from the darkness although not completely for sometimes the urges were too great. Closing the map he crossed his arms and looked at the manor once more, his pale blue eyes looking on to his destination.

Looking like a normal professor, dressed very professional, his medium length jet black hair kept well, he began his journey towards the manor. Everything, all his supplies, his hunting supplies, had been left at the hotel. Yes, he was a vampire hunter as well as researcher, well the two went together really. Numerous vampire had fallen before him. As he walked towards the manor, his 5'11 185lb frame spoke nothing of real strength, although his clothes didn't allow for much observation of such either.

His looks however were the most deceiving part, he looked 18, but he most certainly wasn't. Most of his colleagues wondered how he remained looking so young, that was a question he couldn't answer and thus sought work elsewhere very often. One other trait that most halfies didn't have, was that he could hide his real being from vampires. Vampires could generally 'smell' another vampire or halfie, but Stephen had achieved a power to hide such and thus was nearly undetectable.

Finally, opening the manor doors he entered, looking around he instantly knew this was vampire infested. It just had that eerie feel about it, plus the woman who was talking to a reporter at the time was truly not hiding herself. She was a halfie, a slave to her master, but a very beautiful one at that. Her black hair that was in contrast to her skin and her beautiful and nearly irrestible body almost made him drop his cover of his true self.

He locked eyes with her for an instant as he removed his sunglasses, for some reason she would find him truly irrestible even though she would believe he was a human, but she would have no idea why. It was then that she would return to the reporters attention as Stephen looked around the entry to the manor undisturbed for now.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Biannca paused, that rippling sensation bringing her away from the reporters. It seemed these days it was harder and harder to keep them away, and get them to leave. After five tries of trying to get the damn mortal to leave, Biannca was running out of patience, and was horribly tempted to just go ahead and show him why she wanted no one inside the manor. Her eyes drifted away for a moment, to catch the eyes of someone...else. Someone she hadn't noticed. And for a moment, Biannca felt herself staring.

Who was he? She didn't pass the fact that he was human, she was sensing no great power from him. Though then again, she found that difficult to sense with weres. Was he a werewolf? That might explain why she was so captivated by him, the sense of one immortal to another. She held his gaze for a moment longer before jerking it away, back to the reporter now as the woman, the camera man behind her began to babble words. But her thoughts were still on him, that young man she had seen.

No, perhaps he was not a werewolf. Maybe a demon? No...no, certainly not. Demons were drenched in the ever constant aura of power. Their lust for it, and capablility of holding on to it made them the easiest things to sense. A vampire? No, why on earth would a vampire be about in daylight. Even with the clouds so heavy they blocked out the sun? No vampire was that idiotic to test their luck against the sun, it was too risky.

She thought nothing more as she focused fully on the blonde headed woman and the dark haired camera man, their protests becomming relavent.

"Well if you'd rather us not enter the manor, could we get a few shots and a short interview from you? That'd be enough, we just need the--"

"No, no I'm sorry. I really don't have time for an interview, and I'd appreciate if you did not continuously come up to the manor for your stories. In all of New York, there are still so many places to check...please, just go."

"But miss--" The halfling's eyes locked with the woman in a hypnotic stare, unblinking, emotionless emerald gaze watching her, watching, before the blonde blinked, gave a smile and nodded. The cameraman, looking rather shaken now passed a glance between her and the blonde before hastily following them off. She turned her head, back to the place where that man had been. Blinking in surprise, she looked around hastily. Where had he gone?

Biannca took a step in one direction, and then the other. He was human, or so she thought. So this would be difficult.That form fitting, crush velvet black shirt, the ends of the sleeves flared around her delicate hands shifted as she walked, lifting the bottom of the matching skirt, the slit in the right side bringing in a wave of damp, cold air. She could hear, from there on, thunder in the distance. That roaring sense was at least...a good three hundred or so miles off. The smell of rain met her, alerting her senses. No, she did not want to be caught out in the rain. And whoever that man was, he could find his way back to the town, if he knew what was best for him.

Biannca turned now, pushing open the massive doors of the manor, the inside finely kept age old items of ancient worth and luxery lining the walls, the plush red carpet below kept to it's fineness. The long hallway which led to the ballroom, and then seperated into all directions, left, right, straight, the left staircase to the upper levels of the house, and the right staircase to the upper level as well also dusted. And then she saw him. A surge of fear flickered through, her eyes moving to the nearest grandfather clock. Three o' clock, sharp. He shouldn't be in here, it was only a matter of hours before the vampires of Mirror Manor were up.

And then the demons would come. And the werewolves. And then the entire manor would be alive with that odd sense of a gathering, a club, group, slaves and immortals all about. The time of night when Biannca retreated to the town as fast as possible, and tried to coax humans into gathered places. Parties, dances, hotels...off of the streets. Especially the children. She saw it horrible to deprave a child of life, cursed as an immortal for the time, as she had seen around the estate when night fell.

"Sir...sir, I'm sorry, we are not accepting visitors. Please, if you would, I'd appreciate it if you left." Her vocals were kept low, soft, a golden sound among the pitter patter of now falling rain, she had sensed now splashing against the massive painted windows, the curtains kept open. Though the upper levels, everything would be dark. Thats where they slept. Guarded by a pair of hell hounds. It was not safe for anyone up there, and she had made sure that no one could get up there. With those hounds, it'd be even more dangerous. But she'd gotten a demon to spell-lock the door. And a good thing.

Biannca halted now before him, offering a small smile. She hoped he would not make it difficult. But she did not want to seem too odd, or obvious, finding no need to hide that sense of vampiric blood, that ancient, noble curse that flowed through her veins. No, he was human, wasn't he? He wouldn't know.

 

[Starsailor2804]

He had been looking through the manor for some time now, all alone, and not preoccupied by the presence of others. Looking towards the stairs he could sense them up there, many of them, waiting for the darkness to fall upon the city. This was not a job just for him, was it? No, there were too many of them. Although he could not count the exact number he could feel the power of a few, especially one who practically forced him to reveal his identity. If he had the woman in the hall would have felt him, but he didn't.

It was then that he heard footsteps behind him as the door opened, it was her. The beautiful woman from the hall intrigued him, so viciously that it nearly pulled the beast out of him. The throbbing of her veins called, but yet he somehow resisted. It had been a few days since he drank and thus he was weak, he would have to drink soon, or his veil hiding his real identity would fail. It was already waivering, he could feel it.

He had continued walking when she talked to him, only stopping once she stepped in front of him. He was a visiter, and he was far less welcomed than she so inclined. Smiling he nodded briefly, his vampish charm came out as a cold air would press against her as he began to speak. "Oh, I am truly sorry miss, I am just a researcher from Yale and I fell in love with this place as soon as I saw it. I will trouble you no longer," he said and turned to walk away before turning to face her again.

"However," his presence nearly lifting her into the air with all his charm and hidden power, "It was truly a pleasure," he said taking her hand in his, "Seeing this beautiful piece of art." It was one of those things that made one think was he talking about the manor or her? "Very unusual design for the period it was built, but unique." Oh, so he was talking about the manor, who would have thought otherwise?

"I am Stephen Canaris, Dr. Stephen Canaris that is, professor at Yale. My focus is...architecture," he said lying partially. "A man like me knows a fine design when he sees one," he said as he brought her hand to his lips kissing the back of it as his eyes trailed up her body. She couldn't pull back, no matter if she wanted to, her body wouldn't allow her. "Well, as you said I am not welcomed so I shall go. I will be staying at the Canon Hotel," he said. In her mind his comment of where he would be staying was made for absolutely no reason, but he knew why he did so. "Good evening," Stephen said and then departed slowly.

He took his dear ol' time leaving looking around at the inside of the manor as he went. Finally though, he left and slowly took his time walking back to his hotel. He would be back and he knew that before then he would see her again. She was curious and he had left an impression on her that sparked curiousity. She may think he was human, but there was something about him she couldn't pinpoint.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Oh, what was it? Biannca couldn't find out, not matter how hard she tried to force her way into the thoughts of him, the feelings, the emotions, to pick up the slightest hint of immortality within his blood. No, it did not come to her. As she tried harder and harder to find that scent, she simply got her own sense of smell and hearing into a horrible twist of confusing smell, almost like a dog trying to track a raccoon and rabbit, when they had both been in one place in the rain. No, it wasn't happening.

His words, expression, every little detail was capturing her again, finding herself unable to pull back, her mind left blank for words as she simply watched, spoke of that cursed house. Ah, but this house may be the death of your Dr. Canaris, if you are not careful... It was no surprise to her as she stood there, thinking, listening, and he finally took his own time in leaving, looking around. They were stirring up there. The hellhounds were becomming tired. She had a feeling they would be up. All of them, and her damned father, the ringleader of them all.

She did not want to be near him. Any immortal near by would cherish the chance to be in his presense. That same noble, dreadfully powerful blood that ran it's course through her body also did in his, and that lust for power sometimes dragged the other immortals to want to take a bit from her. Heh, as if they could. Her eyes shifted now upward, through the massive peice set in the ceiling. Night would come soon. And though she wondered weather or not to return to the Cafe, she found herself dragging back to the thoughts of him. Stephan had had said his name was.

"Stephan..." It sounded vaguely familiar. Yes, it rung a bell. Perhaps she'd heard of him over the television. Perhaps. She turned her head toward the door now, sighing as that feline of hers, that immortal creature came inching from the shadows, meowing. Something was telling her to follow him. To learn about him, to find out who and what he was. It was rare she drew this sort of interest. Especially towards humans. But this one was different. How he did that, how he captured her like that, drew her to a loss of words she wanted to know. She would know, she would find out.

"Sneaking around behind the Masters back are we precious?" That sly voice echoed from the dark shadows of the manor, and she turned her head sharply in the direction. Though those vampiric eyes she could see, the statues on each edge of the staircase shift and turn to look at her before returning to their place. The butterflies decorated so beautifully upon the heaven like walls, with gold and silver and all colors of beauty that defied the darkness within shifted and moved as she caught sight of him. Damien, that little human pet of the vampires. Oh, she detested him, the little sneaky spy. A few years older than her he seemed, but still. She turned away.

"Sneaking? Hardly, I do live here as well, Pet. Tell my father I've left for town, and don't plan to be back until the morning."

"Again? He wishes you to stay, there is a gathering tonight."

"You heard me the first time. I won't repeat it." Ignoring that look she felt from him, she started her way down the hallway to meet a waiting car outside. The very same that had brought her. The driver was waiting patiently as she ignored the dropping rain, turning her head for a moment to look up at the dark shadowed manor.

"To the..." She passed her glance down to the man. "To the Canon Hotel, if you will." The man nodded, the solemn darkness not doing much to ease the troubled immortal soul of hers. No, nothing ever did. The thirst was becomming more relavent, that was when she felt most restless. But she would settle that easily, later on. Never carelessly like those damned Turned vampires. At least pure blood born vampires had enough class not to grab the next girl walking her dog they saw.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Finally, right before the storm, actually immediately right before the storm, Stephen entered the hotel and made his way towards the elevator that would lead him to his room. But, before he had gone he made sure to stop at the desk clerk, informing him of a visiter that would be looking for him. Telling the man she was a friend he told the man to give her his room and send her up. What a shock she was in for when she found out he knew she was coming. She may have wanted to simply find out his room and try and come upon it in secret, but that wasn't going to happen.

He could feel her presence, but she could not feel his. As he finally entered his lush suite he undressed and threw on an expensive silk robe that he had brought from home. It made him look like the old rich man he really was, but didn't have the appearance of one. Walking to the balcony, fortunately it had a roof, he stood upon it and looked out upon the town. He would have to feast fairly soon, but did he want to expose himself to the woman of the manor yet?

She would be coming and he could take from her, but...well he wasn't sure yet. It was about as indecisive that he got. He had never been one to not know what he intended to do. She grew closer, in a car, he could feel her body move but remain still. Oh what tangled webs she was getting herself into. But, there was a goal behind his presence here, it wasn't here, but instead the wretched beings that lived in that manor.

They had awoken, he could hear their call, but new ones were arriving as he stood there. He could feel them and thus hid his presence among them for he could feel a very powerful presence searching him. Stephen couldn't read the waves, but they were strong in this one. He may hadn't gotten himself into more than he could handle, he may need to call in help.

But, time was not a problem and thus he waited, watching as lights from a car approached. She was here.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Thanking the man politely as the rain drops cascaded around, the crowds growing as the late night activeness of the town began to spring. Teenagers the most, dressed darkly, or party like, with odd colored shades of hair and such, parading about like lunatics. She'd grown accustomed to them. The rain, oddly, seemed to fall anywhere but upon her, and fanned away when it was in a direct path toward her as she slowly made her way through the sliding door of the hotel. Another old, ancient place that had been there before.

Her gaze scanned around, one side leading off to the ball room, then the other toward the bar, and between them both, the dining area. It was busy tonight. Brushing back her hair, she casually made her way around, her head turning as she tried to catch that scent. Damn it...if ever a human had become hard to track here is one right here...

Biannca had never had any trouble finding a human. Their blood, her life force that flowed through their veins beaconed, each with it's own call to her. Though this one...she could not grasp. It flurried her senses, knocked her off course. But he said he was staying here, and she doubted if he had lied. Perhaps he had expected her to follow. Perhaps. Perhaps he had lied to her. Unlikely. Still, Biannca turned her sights toward the stairs now before the clerk pipped in.

"Pardon me, Madam, but you will be looking for this room..." She neared the desk, taking the slip of paper and reading over it. She stared. How in the world...turning her head toward the elevator now she paused. Perhaps it would be wise to simply leave. But no. Her mind had set itself, that undying curiousity playing its role. She had to see him, at least once more. And for what reason woulds he tell him, she was unsure. No reason came to mind at the time. The truth had always worked for her, but still, the thoughts of lying also swept through her mind. She would figure that out when she got there.

She felt that wave of presense, that connection she held between her father streching over the land. They were awake, but they hunted in the latest hours. The vampires and demons would not be out until later. And then she would have to try her hardest to not let them know who she was, and at the same time, keep them away from the humans. They killed like foxes among chickens. Rather taking from a willing participant, or satisfying the Thirst with an animal, the killed, sucked until the last few drops were left and drained the remaining life from the mortal. Not her. She made sure to leave them enough blood to sustain life, to return, and with those who were unwilling, not remember a single thing. She rarely, very very rarely ever killed.

Entering the elevator she watched as the numbers rose, further and further before stepping unsurely from the elevator, to left six others take leave. Now, left to the empty hall she strolled casually before halting, checking the peice of paper, clear, nearly unbreakable nails flickering over the paper and then looking to the numbers. Then, glancing down the hallway, she finally knocked three times soft, waiting and wondering just what she was doing exactally. Too late to turn back now...

 

[Starsailor2804]

Turning from the balcony he leaned against it, he felt her before she knocked, and as she did the doorknob was already in his hand and he turned the knob and swung it open. "Well, good evening, surprised to see you after you shooed me from the manor. How may I help you?" What was she going to say? He doubted she had even thought about it before she came to see him. "Please, come in," he said in a sweeping like motion of air that drew her inside.

As he walked deeper inside his room he let her show herself in and allowed herself to go wherever she wanted in the room. Would her interest in him draw her to attempt to take his blood, to taste his lifeforce? He really was interested in her doing so, oh how that would shock her so. For that she would receive a lustful fight. He was actually inticing her to do so, by him hiding something and leading her on with his words and actions he hoped to draw her.

There was mortals outside, female mortals, they had overheard the employee at the desk speak his name and had finally gathered the confidence to see him. They had realized who he was. Did Bianca? Did she know who he really was? The famed author of a high selling book of the paranormal. No one really knew who he was, besides for a few close friends and allies, but for now he was the author and professor. What was Bianca's next move before the guests arrived? They were approaching, they wanted to meet him, and his drive for their blood drew him to nearly drop his guard.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Surprised. Certainly, she turned her gaze away from the door as he ushered her inside, her gaze flickering around the suite. She paused. They were here, alone for now. And that oddness that she had yet to feed for at least three days seemed to be drawn out. But why now? She was gathering a light suspecion as she watched him for a moment, her gaze flickering around the room for something, small or large to give her the faintest clue of where to search.

Stephan. Still, the name stirred her a bit. It wasn't until she listened, past the floor, all the way down, amidst the buzz of talk when she heard the word. Paranormal. It sent off a lightning like signal in her mind as she paused and turned her head toward the door. For a breif, very small moment her eyes began to fade to a blood like red, that thirst tempting her lightly as she watched, though they snapped back, as water went down a drawn, sucked right back to that pure emerald hue. The paranormal author. She'd read his book, yes. And oddly enough, he followed along the lines of paranormal with amazing accuratcy. Which made her question.

"I...came to apologize from the suddeness of the request to have you leave, Dr. Canaris. For good reason, none the less." She had time, a small bit of time. She could feel the approaching humans. Close, the mortals were. And if anything, if he was anything but human then she could be there to watch, to see just what happen in the presense of the mortals. But what if she herself slipped? No, she wouldn't alow herself to do that. Biannca had practiced control so many a times, she'd been able to go up to two weeks without fully snapping. Though still, three days was enough to have her aware of the need. She was here, for this time, with him. If she took from him, then that would settle the idea of having the visitors inside. There would be no one in ready position to answer the door. but she didn't want to kill him.

Her mind was still undecisive as she paused. Still, she was no full vampire, but the easy influence upon the blonde reporter, getting her to do exactally what she wanted, when she wanted, had worked quite easily. She saw no reason why she could not do the same to these young women. A pause made, as she fell silent, watching him for a moment before she reached out. No, for now, they would be alone. She would send for the girls to come back...later though. For now, though, she was going to find out, as only she knew how to, just what he was.

That connection between her mind, and their open ones was enough to turn them around and send them back down the stairs, to the bar after they realized that they were thirsty so suddenly. Yes, so suddenly. Her gaze flickering with a quiet air back towards Stephan.

"Odd things occur here, in New York...I suppose thats why we get so many people in and out..." Her attention centered now on the potiential prey here. The gifts of that half vampire heiratage played its part, that charm making it's way into her words. A reliable source. She moved to stand aside him soundlessly.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Stephen smiled as he turned finally as she apologized, if thats what one called that. It was as he looked at her, after having felt a surge of desire coming from her, that he felt her noticing the presence of the mortal females. But, she had declined them, had sent them away, and it made him smile, a smile at a time when she had said nothing. Surely it was a smile that would make her wonder exactly why he was smiling. "Yes, I'm sure, New York tends to draw many odd ones," he said quickly turning away from her as she drew soundlessly close.

He had moved so quickly away from her like he had anticipated it, but how was that possible. He was mortal, right? Leaning his head to the right he scratched the left side of his neck and his thick vein in his neck was exposed. He did this purposely, enticing her, oh how cruel he was being to her. "You know, I never got your name," he said as he came closer on his own accord walking behind her before allow her to turn and catch up to him. He remained close, but not too close, his neck exposed slightly.

Would she really strike? Already? She had found out nothing about him, but it didn't seem that she cared much anymore. Her lust and drive for his blood was great, he could feel it, and thus he had already opened up his robe so that his boxers and middle of his chest was exposed. He definately did not want to get blood on his robe. But, his new exposure was nothing that would draw sexual attention. She was the being luring her prey with her sexual prowess.

Oh, what she had gotten herself into. Would he have to kill her? She was a mere slave, but her slaughter was not definite, slaves could be used.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Her head turned lightly as she kept herself relatively casual, stepping away from him now to play cat and mouse with that urge. The rain now. Yes, that clouded those senses, giving her the control to force it down, to the point where it was almost oblivious. Her hearing kept alert as he spoke. No, no she had to wait. She had to pace this, to make it just right. Careful.

He'd moved so swiftly, it sent off an alarm. Vampire. No. She would have sensed it, she would have caught that scent so far away. Then how was it possible? It caught her in a great swirl of thought as she rose a delicate hand to brush away strands of her hair. He was tempting her, perhaps not on purpose. Perhaps, though...she wondered. Here was something to consider. The way her senses were jammed whenever she tried to draw out something on him, his speed, his tempting She was so horribly tempted to let loose that half vampire side and strike then and there, give in to the urge. But no. That was precisely what she had been trying to fight for seven years now.

"My name is Biannca." She said softly, that charm left to play it's course. The charm of a vampiress, a halfling even was mesmerizing. And Biannca, if anything, was even more so then others. The soft, innocense in which she spoke kept its purpose, the simplest shift from relaxing as she stood, the turn of her head to let that hair shift so she could catch his gaze with an emerald eye. Yes, it was all so skillfully played.

She noticed now, that he'd opened the robe, releasing her toward that sexual desire that tended to follow thirst. Rare, however, was it when she got it. Very rare. She moved her eyes with such speed that it was undetectable before she turned away, dragging on the subject. Just a bit more, she needed. They were both hiding something here. It was only so long could one be so casual before it snapped.

"New York's been drawing a lot of researchers lately...not like you though. Researchers who believe in all of this...well, non-sense, if you will. Vampires, Demons...strange, is it not?" The slyness was played expertly as she turned to face him now, those beautiful features radiating a warmth that only the seduction could give. She would see, just how different from a human he was.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Should he? For a moment he thought of cutting himself, oh what games that would had brought. She wouldn't have been able to control herself any longer, he knew his, the scent of his blood was too strong. Nah, not yet. He wanted her to attack on her own accord and see how weak she was. Actually, he was quite impressed by her control, she had sent the women away and had stopped herself from attacking more than once. If she only looked in his closet and found his weapons used for killing her kind, wouldn't that surprise her.

"Biannca, what a truly beautiful name," Joseph said in an eerry cold voice that would chill even her cold heart. As they seemed to study each other they also seemed to pace around the room studying one another like they were both waiting to attack. Biannca was waiting for the opportunity, he could feel and sense it, she wanted to, but yet held back. Things were about to get bloody violent.

As she remarked on the draw of researchers to New York he smiled at her, she had figured him out, she knew who he was. "Yes, it is truly odd why researchers would be looking for the paranormal here isn't it? You know who I am, its obvious by the question. Yes, I have written a book on the paranormal, you came for my autograph didn't you?" It was a sly humorous remark as he smirked at her. He knew that was why she didn't come, but as she instilled her seductive power on him he pretended to give in and actually he had trouble resisting it.

Slowly coming closer like he had no control over himself he exposed his neck to her once again before acting like he hadn't known what he was doing. Pulling back, like a lure drawing a fish to the hook, Joseph was also drawing her into the attack. Attack, draw from me, at least you could try. He knew she wanted it, she wanted to now, but when she sunk her teeth into him what surprises she would witness.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"No, not odd at all...in fact, we get plenty of researchers here, mainly around Halloween...we've also had our fair share of...vampire slayers as well. Amusing, rather amusing indeed..." Was he doing this on purpose? She held a light suspecion that he knew exactally what he was doing. But she couldn't quite seem to grasp it. Her head turned lightly away from him, scanning the room carefully. Her eyes shifted slowly back him him, his neck, that life which flowed through his veins calling to her. No, now she turned and headed towards the door, halting and leaning back against it lightly, delicate hands resting lightly at her sides.

"Perhaps I might have came for your autograph.." Her voice kept still soft she watched him now, studied him. The slightest gesture, the smallest movement might give him away...or drag her in to finally attack. There were so many humans out there. Why this one? Because, she did not know him. Who, or exactally what he was. For all she knew, he could be some sort of cameleon demon, that might explain the jam of senses whenever she tried to pick anything from him.

Resisting those urges yet again, she turned her head to him before smiling. Still on place she had yet to look. The closet.

"They tend to keep paper and pens inside of their closets, the hotels that is." A slow crossing of the room, brushing just lightly past him as she did so she set a hand on the door knob, pausing and turning it. As she slowly opened the door, her eyes finally caught just what they'd been seeking. And she smirked, just lightly. So, our newest slayer here, hm? It was odd still. She knew no slayers that could move as quickly as he had. But that explained why he was tempting her. Still, she was puzzling now weather or not to drop the games and hit right to the point.

"Odd attire you have here, unless you happened to get the room where they are stashing for the renaissance.." She turned away, moving toward the balcony now and leaning lightly against the door side. Now, now was the time to drop that act.

"Unless those are yours. And that also makes me wonder...just if you were planning on killing me, after I tried to attack you." The skillful quietness that she spoke with was heard as she gazed down through the balcony rail over the streets, the rain, the people, the cars. It all seemed so gray.

"Don't be surprised...I think you knew who, and what I was the very beginning of this all. Which is why I'm wondering if I should kill you before you got the chance to kill me, or we could always go right ahead and kill each other, what do you think?" The speed in which she moved was amazing, not previously that graceful, seductive steps she'd been taken, but now she was there, right before, so close that her body nearly brushed against his, that warmth in which she'd gained only from her human half mixing with his. Her eyes were caught in his gaze for a moment.

"At least I'll have the satisfaction in knowing that I got rid of you, rather than one of them. It's hard enough to try and keep those damn blood suckers in their place, away from them, with a slayer around after my head as well." She closed that distance even more, now pressing her body against his for a moment and pausing. No, not now. She backed away, using her hands to brush back her hair as she shook her head.

"No, that's not the way I work. So, now that you know, I'd appreciate it if you stayed out of my way, if you like your life. New York is not a good place for researchers, especially at this time." What was that? She wondered, what had driven her to let him go. Or perhaps it was just an equal tempt. She was just assuming he was human. She started her way towards the door, this would be a hectic week.

 

[Starsailor2804]

OOC: I keep forgetting names! Too many character names! haha.

IC: Stephen laughed at her comment about vampire slayers and such just to amuse her. He watched as she backed up, retreated here and there to, to seemingly hide her own confusion and interest. She was playing a game, but a game that she didn't know about. He sensed her uneasyness, the fact that she was unsure of who and what he really was began to make her take drastic measures. She was seemingly taking any route to figure him out now and finally he allowed her to do so.

As he allowed her to discover his tools, or weapons as they could be called, he loved her satisfaction that she believed she had figured him out. It was humorous that she felt she had scored a victory against him. Twice she had passed by him, threatened to kill him but didn't, was she as evil as he had thought she was? She truly didn't seem like her desire for blood and the darkness of killing was in her mind. It was puzzling, he had figured her to be of the wrong sort. Or, maybe she was just playing a game?

"You caught me, but please spare my life. I will leave, I swear," he said as she then spoke again. That wasn't the way she worked? Huh? It was then, as she walked for the door he decided to strike. What a violent, bloody event this would be. He knew for sure that he would get a call from hotel service wondering what the commotion was. Watching her for a moment, her hips swaying side to side as her long dark hair trailed down her back his eyes then focused intently on her neck.

"Foolish girl," he said, and dropped his veil that hid his indentity. But, before Biannca could even begin to react he was upon her. His strong arms wrapping around her as he exposed his razor sharp teeth and then sunk them deep into the vein in her neck. He drank violently for an instant, holding her there as she struggled at first but then had succombed to his control. It was at the moment when he felt the power of her delicious blood flowing into him that he tossed her.

Slamming against the headboard of the bed she then fell upon his soft bed as he turned and through his mind closed the balcony doors and locked them tightly. He then leaped into the air, his robe coming off as he then stood upon the bed looking down at her. Blood running down his chin and upon his chest he cocked his head to study her. His body was exposed in its magnificant glory as he only was covered by his boxers. The strength that composed him could be seen through his shapely body.

What had she gotten herself into?

"Surprising, isn't it Biannca?" He stood there still, practically calling her to fight back as he knew she would. In her mind this was a life and death struggle, but he did not see it that way. Yes, she may put a few licks into him and leave some marks, but he could tell that she didn't come close to matching his strength and power.

 

[TaintedHeart]

His words stirred something, again that sense of another immortal seizing her mind. But before she had time to explore it, had time to even complete her exit of the room, that sense of immortality flared. She was just about to turn, and regretted the moment she felt his arms close around her of not using that gift of vampires, that enhanced speed to try and get out of the way. No, she hadn't even a moment to respond before she felt teeth upon her neck, draining that already low supply of blood from her. Expectantly she thrashed, twisted, attempted to the highest degree to get out of his grasp. And slowly she felt that ability to move draining, just as that rich, horribly powerful life force that ran through her body began to drain as well.

As he finally tossed her, that dull crash colliding with the headboard she lay there for a moment, trying to regain the smallest of strength. Damn halfling... Instantly the moment she was able to move her hands she shifted one hastily to that wound to stop any more blood from leaving her, pressing against the bite wounds, feeling them heal, slower than normal beneath her fingers, that blood drying to a dark black color and disappearing from sight. She paused, trying to drag herself to a sitting position her head whirling with the painess of lack of blood. Yes, what had she gotten herself into.

That bloodlust ran it's course now as her eyes turned, from that placid, serene sense of emerald to a blood colored red, and she bared those once hidden fangs. Two weeks worth of going without blood had not been compaired to this. This was worse, so much worse than that. How much he had taken from her she was unsure. But fighting wasn't going to make it any better. He was a halfing, that was bad enough. And a slayer in it all. That, plus that loss of blood was churning her mind in painful hasty thinking, that weakness beginning to take its toll. And now, her father would be aware of his presense, and hers, with what she was prepared to do.

"Surprising, isn't it Biannca?"

How beauty could appear so deadly was now apparent, in the form of the halfling female standing before him, the vampiric half of her enhanced mind aiding her in standing. She paused, her breathing heavy as those clear fingernails sharpened and she paused. Should she try and take back what he had stole from her? Or should she retreat? That vampire inside of her was telling her to kill him, take his blood, and enjoy it. But the human half. No, she hadn't spent years of fightning it, all of this to lose it all here. He wasn't a vampire. He was only half. So that made it difficult for her to kill him. Because, unlike those vampires, he had a soul. The question was, with half of that mighty power she'd been born with gone, in his posession now, who was on the killing end?

"You...you bastard..." She half hissed the words, wondering how he had hidden that from her, for so long. That was why her senses jammed. He was hiding himself. But he wasn't hiding it now. No, she decided she wouldn't kill him. She'd teach him a lesson, though.

A head long charge was given, using every inch of that delicate strength she had left to send them both barreling backwards, off of the bed, and crashing into the wall violently. But that was all she was worth. Unless she got something to run on, quickly, then after these next few attempts, standing would be too difficult.

She took her chance, right then and there, her nails raking down his chest as she tried her hardest to sink those sharp fangs into his neck, controlling that half of a beast that was tied to her blood. I won't kill him, I can't do that...

 

[Starsailor2804]

As she stood to face him, her power exposed with her fangs and animalistic face staring and yelling at him, Stephen did the same in reply. They were in a faceoff, a test of power, they were calling each other out. A struggle and battle was inevitable now and thus as surely she was Stephen also lost his planning. The battle would be brutal and unplanned. Hissing and calling him a bastard he replied with a hiss and a showing of his fangs and claws.

Suddenly, she charged in a rage that hadn't really caught him off guard but simply by her force alone knocked him backwards. However, she then surprised him, very much so, as he power continued as she slammed him into the wall violently time and time again. Hissing in anger more than any kind of pain, as it actually felt good, but in her weakening he saw his chance. As she was simply about to let go as she just had nothing left Stephen struck forwards when suddenly her sharp nails raked down his chest ripping it open, blood flowing freely from it.

Throwing his head back in pain it was then that she attacked again, sinking her teeth into his exposed neck. Fighting her as best as he could as his blood was drained quickly Stephen grabbed her hips and lifted her into the air. Stumbling as he held her and moved towards the bed, he could feel himself growing weaker and weaker. And then, finally he slammed down ontop of her as they fell onto the bed.

With the bounce of the bed Stephen threw neck back quickly causing her fangs to be removed quickly and sending a spray of blood across the room. Ripping open her blouse at the same time he dropped down and sunk his teeth into her upper chest, right above her right breast. Pulling his fangs out quickly he thrusted his head up and looked at her as he held her down with all his force.

"Why are you holding back? Do you not wish me dead?" As he had removed his fangs from her it showed that he had held back as well. They were both hesitating but both did not know why. Quickly their wounds healed, as the fight was halted, for how long they both had no idea.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Back and forth, a fight between immortals could go on forever, with no victor for years, but this was short lived as the tables turned yet again on Biannca. She'd been taking back that blood, just as she intended on doing, pressing that fragile-appearing body against his roughly as she clung to him, not giving him a chance to try and shake her off. And she probably would have planned to drink until the last few drops were left to fall upon the floor and end the life of a half immortal. But no, she hadn't expected him to lift her up now and go right back the direction she'd charged them from.

Those teeth hadn't let out, she had no intention to do that. Sinking them in deeper, as far as she could go without tearing that vein to shreds, she kept drawing his blood out, her lips upon his skin, ignoring the fact that it was now dripping down her chin and chest, covered by that black velvet shirt. That ended though, the bed finally breaking their acts as he crashed down ontop of her, knocking the wind out of her enough so that a sharp reaction couldn't be used.

As he ripped his head back, her fangs removing she had almost seen what was comming. The fartest she got was a few inches up before he tore open that shirt she wore, feeling his teeth right about her breast. A jolt of rare fear seized her as she squirmed, trying to get back before he pulled away again, pinning her there upon the bed. She blinked. The worse she had expected was no longer comming. Why? She stared at him, that blood colored, pupiless gaze slowly shifting back to the deep emerald as she lay there, breathing heavily now. They were just about equal again on blood, still low, but no longer at the point where she was so close to losing control.

Why had he stopped? That had been his chance, the largest he would ever get. He had let it slip away just as the blood passed between them. She knew, and she was sure he knew as well he could have killed her right then, ended that curse of a life she was ment to live. But he hadn't? And why hadn't she? She hadn't been taking from him as feircely as she could have. She could have drained him in a matter of seconds, but she hadn't. True, she hadn't taken it easy on him, but she didn't kill him. Was he giving her more than one reason now?

She observed him for a few moments, trying her hardest to catch her breath, her arms still applying force below as she tried to push him off of her. Those wounds healed now, the bite marks upon her chest, all of it. That blood that had been spilled between them disappeared as immortal blood did. The position slowly became more noticed as she let off her guard slowly, horribly slowly, lowering her head as she did so to sheild that sensitive neck from him as she watched him.

"Oh, but don't you want to kill me as well? You are the slayer in this situation. And you were more in the position to kill me a few moments ago, and even now...why don't you?" Trying her best to shift so that the position she was in was not so restricting, and uncomfortable, calling for a careful shift to spread her legs a bit, she watched him still. A pause went by as she shifted her gaze.

"I never intended on killing you in the first place. But if I had known what you were, I might have reconsidered...I don't kill. Not like those cursed creatures that live in my manor...if anything, I'm the only thing that's kept this poor little town from turning into a vampire slave market...there, I've answered your question, are you happy now?"

 

[Starsailor2804]

Interesting was what he first thought as she spoke down on her masters, she was definately not a willing participant in their game. The fact that she had not intended to kill him as well was an interesting change of events that caused him to let up alittle on her, although he still held her down with great force. The reason now was because he was beginning to like it. As she became more comfortable, opened her legs, Stephen laid his lap upon hers becoming more comfortable as well.

Yes, they were less violent now but the scent of blood was rich despite it all being clean from their disappearing blood. The lust for it still drove him and the bulge in his pants signified such. "I had intended to kill you had you not hesitated. You are not a normal halfie, you have feelings towards the humans, but yet you feist on blood. You like it don't you? It drives you, but yet you claim to be preventing the town from becoming a feisting ground."

"I intend to kill your master, and for telling you that I am not sure I can let you leave. I have the power to hide my identity as you so know, but if you tell him who I am I can't hide can I? But no, for some reason I trust you, something about you tells me you may not care all that much for the mortals, but that you despise your master that much."

Leaning down over her he smelled her scent as his nose nearly trailed from her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally her hair. The energy that was shared between the two was great. Their blood mixed oh so well. "I must say though," Stephen said letting go of her arms and sitting back on his legs, "Your blood does taste so good, almost as good as a mortal."

"You will help me kill your master," Stephen said as he slid his right index finger nail along her stomach and around the brim of her pants. His call for the mortal women that had come before went out, he needed blood, fresh blood, although he did not intend to kill he intended to drink. "You must feist with me tonight as well, you are still thirsty are you not? We have guests coming," Stephen said as there was a knock at the door. "Will you not answer that for me?"

 

[TaintedHeart]

"I belong to no one...true, my father may very well be the owner of the manor, and the sire of me but I am still my own person." Biannca let herself relax a bit more, watching him for a few moments as she lay there. She listened as he spoke, sighing somewhat.

"Kill him? Don't you think I've tried that already? I have, on many occasions. But a pure blood like him, after so many years of living is entitled to power...and though mine alone that I share through his ties is stronger than any normal vampire, he is much more powerful than that. It's still worth the try. Go ahead, I will praise the day he meets his just fate.." She listened still as he spoke and turned her head lightly.

"I try hard not to make humans my ever constant feeding supply. I don't want to rely on them. I've reverted to animals for months before, just to spare the loss of another soul." Her eyes locked with his as he finally let up upon that pin he was holding on her, that supply of blood holding, but not satisfying. Some blood did not go well right, but theirs, as rare as it happened, it was a strangely fine matching.

"I will help you, and don't worry. Any enemy of that scum of a Master I have is a friend of mine..." As he spoke of feasting tonight, knowing that it was as well something that required attention soon, should she be reduced to stumbling and a weakened state again, it made her lightly uncomfortable. She would stop him from killing them however many came.

"Oh, the vampires are not gathering the humans just for a feast. The number of body's turning up are lowering...they are turning them, and keeping a few for a food supply. Don't kill these mortals, they don't deserve such a fate." A vampire with a soul was not something looked upon as great. In fact, it was abnormal, even more so estrange from the immortal world then a plain halfling. But a vampire who cared for their prey. That only happened when the vampire intended on turning their prey. Biannca had not turned a mortal in all of her life, and she did not intend to. A glance upward at the light caused it to dim horribly low, her eyes peircing with such a dazzling sense of sight through the darkness that she carefully made her way, wrapping the torn shirt around her body as she opened the door, her mind beaconing the mortals into the dim lit room.

 

[Starsailor2804]

"I will kill your master, I promise you," Stephen said as she rose and walked over to open the door for the visitors. "Oh, and I am a vampire hunter, I protect the mortals. I may feast and use them, but I never kill them," he said as she then opened the door allowing them in. The two were such stereotypes, one ditzy blond who couldn't be older than 20 and the other a brunette who appeared to be not much more of a genius. As they saw Stephen the two girls were excited and clapped as they approached.

"It is really you!" And then the other said, "We are such big fans! You are such a great writer, when is your next book coming out? Do you think there are vampires here in New York?" As they sat next to him on each side of him he began signing autographs as they also nearly threw themselves on him. Looking at Biannca he smiled as he leaned by the neck of one and showed his fangs. Not yet.

Pulling back he finished writing their autographs, but they had no intention of leaving yet. He could smell the alcohol on them. Alcohol did not taint the blood as much as drugs and thus the catch would still be fresh. "So...," Stephen said which caused them to quickly interject. "I am Mandy," the blond said, "I'm Katie," the brunette said. "Okay, I understand, you want to stay and party with us. However, if you want to party with us you must play by my rules."

The two didn't even hesitate to disagree with him and quickly stood. "Okay, I want you two to kiss," he said followed by their giggles before they then did so breaking into an overly passionate kiss due to the alcohol. "Okay, now I want you to show my friend here," he said pointing to Biannca, "How much you like me through what you do to her," he said as he laughed and then laid on his side and propped his head up by his hand to watch them. Oh, was Biannca that kind of halfie, did she lust in all forms of sexuality, or would she take them now and nearly drain them of their blood?

He loved games.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Well, here was a new change. Biannca watched as the blond and brunette mortals entered, her eyes scanning them breifly. They were drunk. Well, it was better than anything. True, it did bitter the blood, just a tad, but it was sometimes a good bit of wake up call. And right now, she felt no need to complain about it. She watched and listened as they spoke, vampires in New York, in this little suburb town? Hell yeah there was!

Biannca moved to take a seat at the small, elegant little table and watch the three, crossing her legs lightly so the long velvet skirt moved to match, the slit in the side revealing lightly those long, pretty legs. Katie and Mandy hm? Well, they'd have an easy time with these pair. They were, after all, drunk, so it'd be even easier to convince them nothing happened.

Stephan began to speak now, commanding the pair to kiss. Biannca watched with a mild interest as they did so. Well, here was an odd game to play at. Biannca rarely played with her prey, very rarely, but she did not think of any vampire who didn't, even if a little bit.

"Okay, I want you to show my friend here," Biannca watched as he motioned toward her, turning the pairs attention as well, "How much you like me through what you do to her."

Biannca felt the smallest of smirks etch across her lips as she herad his words. Yes, it was true, she could very easily turn right then and there and sink her fangs into the neck of one of the girls, take what she wished and that would be the end of it. But no. Perhaps their little frey had driven her to want to play...perhaps.

She stood as the pair neared her, watching as they brushed by her, circled her, and in turn she studied them with the same curiousity. The comparison between them, the halfling and the mortals was more than apparent, and though and mortal man might be falling face first over the mortal females, Biannca knew that dark beauty which she was cursed with held no comparison. Still, their circling became a bit more close now, feeling the bodies of the two brushing against her now.

They halted now, with the halfing between them, feeling the arms of the brunette, Katie, wrap around her flat stomach, her lips upon her neck in gentle kisses not raising an alarm as the lips of a immortal might have. Mandy moved before her, her hands lowering to bring Biannca's away from her chest where they had been crossed. She slowly began to remove the torn blouse, letting it fall from the gorgeous vampiress' shoulder before she leaned forward to kiss her, Biannca's eyes travelling toward Stephan, and back to the blond in front of her.

She could play this game.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Watching the trio closely with delight he watched as the two mortals surely didn't hesitate kissing and removing Biannca's torn shirt. He surely doubted that they hadn't done this before. Looking at Biannca with a smile as she looked back at him he then watched as the girls began kissing her, the brunette kissing her neck while the blond kissed her gently. Slowly they continued as the blond then retreated to kiss and suck on Biannca's magnificantly shaped breasts. Katie at the same time removed her clothing, it wasn't hard as she was barely wearing anything.

Now naked she retreated to Stephen who turned her back saying that wasn't what he ordered. Only a halfie could have denied such. As she returned to Biannca she began kissing her quickly adding tongue that explored her mouth. Cutting her tongue lightly upon Biannca's teeth trickles of blood began to warm Biannca's mouth. As Katie continued to kiss Biannca with a desire that even surprised Stephen Mandy now retreated and removed her own clothing, her breasts, much larger than Katie's, were firm and perky as she pressed them against Biannca as she kissed down her body.

Undoing Biannca's skirt Mandy let it fall to the ground before ripping the undergarments. Licking her fingers she quickly slid them against the lips of Biannca's pussy. Quickly she inserted two fingers deep inside her as she moved in and flicked her tongue against the top of her lips, her tongue opening the lips to hit the most sensitive places.

Stephen could barely hold back anymore, three naked women before him, the pleasure, the lifeforce, oh how it tempted him.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Biannca paused inwardly the pair of girls continuing their actions, those slyly seductive motions they moved with peeking her interest. For the time, the halfling remained how she was, that shyly restrained mood as she watched Mandy shift downward, halting to pay attention towards those errorless breasts. Katie pulled back and removed her clothing, Biannca feeling the warmth of her, that blood within her travel away, towards Stephen. He turned her back still to have her walk right back to her, now placing her lips against Biannca's, who returned that kiss with the seductive nature of the vampire within her. True, it took much these days to please her, but for now, it was but a game.

The brunette began to explore, slipping her mouth into the vampiress', and though Biannca knew that it was a likely chance she'd cut her tongue, she paid little mind to it. Sure enough, that sweet taste of the warm liquid nearly drew Biannca to bite now, but she resisted that urge, her senses left open to still be very aware of Stephen and Mandy while Katie occupied her mouth. She listened still as Mandy removed her clothing, pressing her body now against her own bare form, leaving a trail of warm kisses down her body.

Biannca felt her undoing the skirt, feeling it fall before she ripped away the remaining clothing. Biannca's delicately pale arms curled around the brunette's waist, her lips travelling as she felt Mandy below, still quite aware of Stephen. Well, she saw no reason he wouldn't be enjoying the scene. Immortal or not, it was likely something to prove rather arousing. Her lips travelled, leaving traces of those beautifully painted red lips, mixed with her blood as she halted finally at her neck, feeling, practically tasting the blood beneath that soft flesh. She kissed her there, nibbled, but refrained from biting as she felt Mandy below, her lips and tongue and fingers finalizing the vampiress' interest in the little game they were playing.

She listened as Katie giggled, the pair exchanging touches as she continued to kiss that spot, biding her time before she would make that move.

"Your skin is cool, very chilly...I bet you Stephen could warm all of us up.." Biannca smiled between those kisses. She was rather sure of that.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Stephen watched with great satisfaction in it all, here he had three women kissing and doing all sorts of wonderful things to one another. Not only that, but they all were absolutely beautiful, he was surprised that Biannca did not feel jealousy towards the beautiful pair, although she did surpass them. But, they were just that beautiful that they would make a fine pair of vamps. However, that wasn't Stephen's things, darn his morals. A halfie with morals, sometimes he realized just how sad that was when he had such power.

Standing as they were all playing with one another Stephen removed his boxers that allowed his enormous organ the freedom to breath. Oh the powers of a halfie and what they entailed, and for Stephen that power gave him the power to increase the size of his sexual attributes. His two inch girth and ten inch long organ throbbed with anticipation and power as he took a seat once again beckoning the women to him.

"Come and join me," Stephen said allowing them to peer on him in all his nudity as he turned. By the power of his mind he brought the two ladies to their knees before him as he reached to Biannca to bring her onto the bed. As she knelt onto the bed he drew her up until she knowingly stradled his face, her wetness dripping upon his lips. Lowering herself onto him Stephen bit into her flesh, but not with his fangs before unleashing his snaking tongue deep into the confines of her organ.

Thrusting back and forth as if it were his dick Stephen tasted Biannca's essence, a taste that soon drove him to finally bite his fangs deep into her organ. Sucking the blood slowly as not to drain her too fast as it mixed with her juices Stephen was truly in heaven. The two ladies before him on their knees took turns licking the side of his shaft before Katie attempted to take him into her mouth. It was nearly too much for her to fit the head in, but her lips slipped over it and she took it deep into her mouth as Mandy licked the side of his shaft and reached up at the same time to slide a finger into Biannca's other tight hole.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Those poor girls, Biannca knew she would end up watching them later on, seeing them wither away to the end of a mortal life and she. Stephen. Both of them were cursed to live by blood for all eternity the way they were, watch centuries pass as they were. It was a lonely life. But Biannca would never wish that curse upon anyone else, just to satisfy that sense of lonesome being. Fledglings rarely lasted, especially those created by halflings. There was more of a chance that they went wrong, more than the chance it was with normal vampires. So, Biannca quickly dismissed the idea of turning the pair. True, whatever imperfections they were cursed with as mortals would be shifted as they were turned, she did not want that hellish life, the fact that they may never see the sun and be forced to survive on blood to be their life.

Biannca's eyes shifted now, past Katie in which she was prepared to take from, toward Stephen as he removed the remainder of his clothing. The abilities of an immortal amazed her. What they could do was nearly unlimited...bend, twist, deny the rules of reality to their own wonders. Yes, it was an amazing, dark thing, one that she rarely used unless need be. The ability of the mind of an immortal, the possibilities of nearly everything. Yes, it was marvelous. And Stephen was making the best of it at the moment. He beconed them to him, called them there, and she smirked somewhat. Well, now was where the game actually started to change.

She waited for the pair to walk before her, Stephen using his own abilites yet again to put them upon their knees, she walked forward as well, brushing back now that long dark hair as she watched him. He drew her onto the bed, stradling his face as that dripping wet perfection waited for his lips, after Mandy had taken her turn at it. And then his tongue came. She smiled lightly, those nails returned to their normal sheild like appearance of normal finger nails as she ran them through his hair lightly, feeling his tongue inside her.

He pressed in tongue in and out, she could feel it, sliding along those tight walls. And then he bit. She felt that familiar draining of blood, not as violently and death intentionally as he had attacked before. No, but still, the idea brought her to smirk lightly. Her words would mean little to the two mortal girls, too occupied with that member that only a vampire could manage to conjure.

"The last vampire that tried what you were doing ended up taking a flight from a seven story building around noon time...are you sure you'd like to risk that?" That playful sense of teasing was given, that unsatisfyed feeling giving way to pleasure, those jolts of pleasure coursing now. The bite would have came as pain to anyone else, perhaps not the mortals, being that they were currently half in a conscious mind. But it was nothing that drew her attention, centered for now on that growing pleasure, feeling Mandy occupy her other hole with a finger, drawing the slightest stir of that growing pleasure. Biannca was holding back, wondering how far Stephan wished to take it.