painting the night with brush strokes of gray: (Closed thread)

[The_gladiator]

Painting the Night with Brush Strokes of Gray
By Glad and SandS13

The bass filled the room, pounding through the very bones of the party goers. Gabriel was somewhat surprised at how different things had grown over the years. Whenever his former teacher stepped into a room, people went silent. He wasn’t as well known or feared as Vladimir, but as a sentinel, duly appointed by the blackstone council he expected more respect. Not to be arguing with a werewolf bartender at Blood Moon, the night club owned by Morgan, mistress of the city, or head of the local vampire Kiss in other words. A werewolf that Gabriel had labeled big and ugly in his mind. “I demand to see the boss,” Gabriel snapped at big and ugly. Something that was harder than it sounded with the thumping music.

“She ain’t taking visitors.” Was big and ugly’s response. How was this guy tending bar? He looked more like a bouncer, one of those big ones that no one messed with. He fairly reeked of the werewolf pack that Gabriel knew Morgan kept around to staff Blood Moon.

Gabriel was here to investigate murders, not troll the dancefloor for a potential victim, err… partner. He had little use for the new vampire nightclub, where humans could mingle with vampires and basically become their snack, fetishizing vampire culture. The sentinel took a deep breath ready to give big and ugly a piece of his mind, when he felt a hand on his elbow. “Are you Gabriel?” a soft feminine voice cut through the wave of noise—this couldn’t be called music—and caressed along his heightened senses. “You were expected, please come with me.” Azure eyes swept over her form taking her in. Long hair, curves in all the right places. He couldn’t help but to be aware of her, she was clearly dressed to impress, which meant she fit in well in their surroundings. Gabriel did too, but somehow it was more of an accident on his part like perhaps he perpetually dressed in black; she was dressed like one of the staff here. One of the female staff, which is to say she wasn’t wearing much—or rather what she wore didn’t hide much. Gabriel could only find himself nodding his acquiescence after shooting big and ugly a parting glare as if to say, told you so, as he followed her without saying anything in reply.

He did not know who this woman was. She appeared to be human, but she seemed to know who he was, which is to say she was already leagues ahead of big and ugly. Perhaps he was about to finally get the respect he deserved, surely this woman would be leading him to Morgan, so he could gather information about these killings. Ritualistic killings. However, the victims were both human and vampire, making this a particularly nasty situation, and one the Blackstone Council wanted resolved, so as not to threaten the peace with the humans. It appeared as if the killer were vampire, but was someone framing them, it could be anyone. Gabriel technically didn’t need Morgan’s permission to hunt and grant justice in her lands, it was just more polite for him to do so, and for him to cooperate with her people. Public relations and all that. Gabriel hated that, he wished he could go back to the days when he was just universally feared, or rather his order was, and he could kill anything he suspected of being evil. However, things weren’t black and white anymore. In this new era of peace with humans, everything was painted in brush strokes of gray, and Gabriel had to play nice, not only with Morgan's people, but with the humans as well.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen stood just behind Morgan's chair. She waited as the meal was finished. The victim, willing of course, made a noise that she could only describe as sexual in nature.

The room was cleared and Morgan gestured to her. "Go get him."

With a nod, Imogen left the office. Her heels clicked on the floor of the corridor but the moment she stepped through the black door and into the club their sound was drowned out by the music. She walked to the bar, avoiding the dancers both human and vampire.

He was at the bar. Imogen licked her lips. She wasn't afraid of vampires but he struck an imposing figure. Combined with his status as sentinel and it meant he was due a great deal of respect. She lifted her chin and put a hand on his elbow.

"You were expected, please come with me." She turned and began leading him back the way she had just come. They crossed the dance floor and Imogen opened the door for him. She waited for him to pass before stepping in behind him. She inhaled, pausing for a moment. Here, in the quiet of the corridor he radiated an energy she couldn't help but be in awe of.

She was Morgan's lieutenant in a sense. She was sensitive, felt energy stronger than some and was more empathetic than some. Imogen had also learned to close it off, protect herself. It made her a good read of people but also hard to manipulate. Combine that with a goth phase in her teenage years and being a servant for a vampire was a natural fit for her.

Imogen put up a wall, shielding herself from his influence as she passed him. "This way please."

She led him down to Morgan's office. Once more she opened the door an allowed him to pass by her. She followed him in and closed the door.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" Imogen looked at him. She longed to brush a hand through her long, dirty blonde hair or adjust her leather skirt. She wondered if he noticed her red blouse, opened to show her cleavage. She realized he and Morgan could likely smell her attraction and respect for him.

Imogen waited for him to respond.

 

[The_gladiator]

The redheaded vampiress blew out a sigh as she looked over the pictures of the most recent killing. Familiarizing herself with the evidence. Preparing herself for the questions he would bring. Gabriel. The name evoked a knowledge of his title, yet she could only picture a fledgling she had not seen him since he was learning his craft at the feet of his master. Idly she was glad that it was Gabriel here, Vladimir would ask too many questions, there were secrets here that she felt confident that she could hide from Gabriel that she might not be able to hide from a more experienced sentinel.

Sentinels. Just the name of the order for thousands of years had struck fear into the hearts of vampire kind, from fledglings to master vampires. They were the enforcers of the laws and codes vampires lived by. Subject to the whims of the blackstone council, and yet independent, no one was safe from them and their leader Vladimir. It was rumored that Gabriel might one day replace his former instructor as chief sentinel, but for now, he in the grand scheme of things was new at his craft. Morgan snorted a little at that thought. Gabriel had been a fully independent sentinel for nearly 500 years and still she thought of him as a child. She closed the folder of photos and drifted back into the shadows, to await the return of her human servant, and the sentinel. She had not yet bound this one to her, but if the woman kept proving so useful, she might seriously consider it.

Meanwhile, Gabriel followed the woman as she wound her way seamlessly through the crowd to a staff entrance. Removed from the crowd, his presence became much clearer. He was tall, over 6 feet in height. His hair was dark, and his eyes that deep blue he had shown her earlier. He wore a black button-down shirt, tucked into skin tight black jeans, which disappeared into black boots. His power was also much more prominent removed from the background noise both literally and metaphysically in the club.

He was impressed by her politeness and deference when she allowed him to pass before her through doorways. When asked if there were anything he desired, he let his eyes wander over her, from her face, eyes locking with hers briefly, down to her exposed assets down the rest of her and back into her eyes. “Just what are you offering?” he asked, and it was unclear what accent his voice carried though it added a slight hint of something exotic to the tone, “You should know my kind cannot eat simple cheese and crackers, or sip on wine while I wait. His eyes boar into her, “Are you offering yourself, then?”

“I see you’re still amused by teasing the help,” an acid tone interjected long before Imogen could respond. Gabriel’s attention left the human to light on his hostess.

“Morgan,” he said his tone providing the woman as much respect as he granted anyone. He didn’t know if she was truly Morgan La Fae of myth, like she was rumored to be, but she was so old her power made his teeth ache. There were very few who radiated such power outside of his own order, or outside of the major cities. He’d met some master vampires of prominent cities, Paris, Rome, that couldn’t hold a candle to Morgan’s power. Rumor had it she was not on the Blackstone Council because she refused to play politics, however he wasn’t sure, in fact since the members took painstaking care to remain anonymous, she very well might have been a member. All that being said, she was worth at least some respect.

Gabriel swept closer and took the hand of the mistress of the city, bowing over it he kissed her hand lightly. She allowed him this and then drew her hand back. With one painted nail she slid the folder across the table to him. “This is what I know. I will lend Imogen to you during your stay. She will make sure that your time is both enjoyable and productive.” And before Gabriel could respond she had faded away back out of the room. Gabriel sought to follow her but knew it would be a waste of time so turned a skeptical look on Imogen again. “Are you bound to her; will she be watching my every move through your eyes?” he asked bluntly.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen almost tore open her shirt to offer her neck to him right there.

Almost.

The aura he gave off was intoxicating and it took every fibre of her being to move to stand behind her mistress again. Imogen kept her eyes on the desk. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She felt as if she might get lost in the blue depths of his eyes.

Pull yourself together She took a deep breath as she watched Morgan slide the folder across the desk to him. It was why he was here. The murders. Not just human but vampire as well. They were ritualistic in nature. Imogen had seen the photos. Skin carved up with runes of another time. Bodies laid out in strange positions. She had found them disturbing but fascinating. The fact was someone had managed to kill a vampire and not a fledgling. This caused problems. Only someone with skill and power could get the drop on him. Worse, he wasn't the only one. There had been eleven murders in all, three of the victims were vampires.

She was so focused on the movement on the desk that Imogen almost didn't register what Morgan said. Morgan was gone before Imogen could ask for clarification. She had known that this sentinel would have her help but she had not expected this.

His eyes were on her. Imogen knew he could likely hear the beating of her heart. He would know that it sped up the moment his gaze fell on her.

"I am not bound to her but she will be watching, most likely in other ways. I had not realized she intended to send me with you. I understood I would be a liaison but I am at your service, sir." Imogen bowed her head to him. As she lifted it back up she found her eyes meeting his once more. She quickly looked away.

"I have a variety of skills that should be of use to you in this. I have contacts with the police as well as other organizations in the city. Should I not be acceptable in any way I am sure a more pleasing substitute can be found." Imogen lifted her chin. "I can assure you though I am the best Morgan has."

 

[The_gladiator]

Gabriel had already opened the folder even as Imogen spoke. He lifted his eyes to hers again. He could sense her fear and desire, they rolled off her in waves. It took every ounce of his iron will to not acknowledge that need in her and let forth the need within him. Blue met the stormy gray of her eyes. He made no comment about her skills, though he could only guess which skills she meant. He flicked his left hand in a gesture of dismissal. “You will be more than acceptable, I am sure.” Gabriel had seen some of the rest of Morgan’s help, he did not want stuck with Big and Ugly, or frankly any of Morgan’s pet wolves. It pleased him to know that she was not a true human servant. He did not want to deal with an up jumped human who could draw directly on the powers of her mistress. Instead he would just have to deal with her being a more traditional informant.

“I assume you have a name?” he asked as he frowned down at the photos. “Are all of these from the most recent killing, or are there photos from all of them?” he asked already absorbed in the graphic images. His expression did not change as he flipped from photo to photo however the tension in the room grew as his power gathered. He did not like this, he did not like this at all, and it was clear from Imogen’s presence that Morgan wanted nothing to do with this and was very clearly dumping it in his lap. Often master vampires resented a sentinel’s presence, like a local Sheriff detested the FBI taking over their cases. However, there were times like today that a master was more than glad to dump it in someone else’s lap.

 

[SandS13]

She couldn't pull her eyes from his. For a moment she was completely fixed on him. Then the vampire waved his hand, as if giving her no more thought.

Imogen moved to stand near him but not beside him. Like with Morgan, she was just a little behind him. A show of respect and knowledge of her place. She was at his mercy no matter what information or skills she had.

"Those are from the most recent. His name was Gregory Palanka. Morgan has said he would have been very hard to kill. I have the other folders with the other two as well as all of the humans that were killed." Imogen moved, passing in front of him and moving to the desk, she bent down, her back to him and pulled out a messenger bag. She pulled two other files out and handed them to him.

"Would you prefer to do this here or at alternate accommodations? I have been told to provide you with everything and anything that you need." Once more her eyes lifted to his face. "That does include allowing you to feed on me, in case you were wondering. Morgan would like your full attention on this and not looking for a meal." Her heart raced as she thought of his hands on her body, his lips on her neck...

She grew flushed. A hand swept some loose wave back over her shoulder as if ensuring there was nothing to obscure his view of her open neckline.

 

[The_gladiator]

She was appealing, he could not deny that. Gabriel did not typically look at humans as more than food. However, at Vladimir’s right hand during the negotiations of vampire and humankind during the dawning or the day vampires had formally come out to humans, he had been forced to actually realize that humans were more intelligent and more than just food. This made him give her a second and third look during those moments she produced files for his inspection. As one of the vampire kind who had never been human, Gabriel had never taken the time to learn about his pray, prior to recently.

Despite the dawning, Vampire kind had not truly come out as to how their kind came about. Other than the fact that some were born, and others were converted. The ones who started life as human often had the traditional first and last names of humans, while the born ones typically sported one name, like some kind of Hollywood star. However, the born variety were rare enough that there was little confusion. When someone said Gabriel the sentinel, people generally knew who he was. The name of the victim he was looking at was clearly converted. However, it was the photos of the second folder that caught Gabriel off guard. “Cedrick,” he murmured, instantly recognizing the former second to Morgan. As a born vampire, he would not have been easy to kill, yes Imogen could tell him Gregory Palanka was powerful, and he would believe Morgan’s word on that, but he was a no name to Gabriel. Cedrick however, was not.

Looking up he seemed to finally acknowledge that she was talking. “Thank you,” he said, His eyes evaluating her almost as if she were dinner, which she very well could be. “I have not fed this rising, as I was waiting to secure hunting rights in Morgan’s city. It appears is if that won’t be necessary.”

He closed the folders and handed them to her, a silent order to put them back in the bag. “I do not wish to monopolize Morgan’s office, if you could show me to the quarters in the underground sanctum that Morgan wishes to lend me, I will take a closer look at the files in a quieter space.” Which was a bit confusing of a statement for the soundproofing meant barely any sound came through the door to Blood Moon. However, the air here was rife with power, Morgan’s her pack’s.

He stepped closer to her, towering over her smaller frame. He lifted her chin with the tips of the fingers on one hand, “You have yet to tell me your name,” and here he used a word that referred to her as a willing blood donor, and in some contexts could mean lover or even sex slave, depending on what era of the language of vampire kind he was drawing the word from.

 

[SandS13]

She took the files, slipping them into the messenger bag. Imogen nodded as she turned. She was about to explain the quarters to him when she found herself looking up. He was very, very close. She stupidly wondered if he could smell her perfume and if he liked the smell of vanilla. She knew he could and the sweat that prickled on her back and her blood.

Fingertips lifted her chin, forcing her to look even further up at him. His presence made her tremble. She had been fed on before, not often as Morgan liked her conscious and able to do her work when she demanded but she had been a willing victim. He was no regular vampire. He was a sentinel. Power and respect was commanded by his very name.

Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. "Imogen." It was simply breathed out. She could do nothing else.

 

[The_gladiator]

“Imogen,” he almost purred. His accent turning her name into something melodic. He inhaled her scent, her essence. He could smell her soft perfume and her fear, it was minor, eclipsed by desire for him, but it was there. Strong yet slender fingers traveled down the column of her throat, stroking the pads of his fingertips over the jumping pulse he found there. “A pretty name to match your appearance,” he said before drawing his hand away, not before he let a fingertip trace down the valley between her breasts, finding the Pulse Point there, over her heart briefly before he drew back.

“You will lead the way to the underground.” He said softly, somewhere between a request and order, filled with the supreme confidence that she would obey him.

 

[SandS13]

She wanted him to say her name over and over again. It sounded like he was caressing her when he said it. Goosebumps formed in her skin and her nipples grew hard. He stood there, taking her in. It felt like his fingers were etching his touch into her flesh.

Imogen waited for it, for him to lean in and press his mouth to her neck. Instead, he stepped away.

Her breath hitched. All she managed was a slight nod before picking up the bag and shouldering it. “This way please.” She was still overwhelmed bu his presence and barely got the words out.

She led him to the side wall but instead of taking him out the door she touched a panel and a secret door opened. Imogen frowned. “You will have to follow, There is not room for me to pass you. My apologies.” She moved through the door and down a short narrow hall that led to descending stairs.

“May I inquire as to how you would like me to refer to you, sir?” She led him down. Landing after landing they did not stop but kept descending. Morgan has ensured he had a special place. It was deep down but had a separate exit stairwell out. It would serve two purposes. He could come and go as he pleased, not needing to go into the club and should it be needed he could escape. Imogen stopped before a steel door and pressed her hand to a panel. The door opened and this time she let him enter first.

 

[The_gladiator]

Wordlessly he followed her to the doorway, suspecting there was one all along. He only nodded at her words about having to follow her. He bit back a comment about not being displeased with the view but he let his fingers trail through her hair as she passed, in a silent appreciation. It was not a move that would attract much attention, and could have been excused away if she had confronted her about it. His hand came to rest at the small of her back, silently urging her forward, only breaking contact when she started down the steps.

“My name is Gabriel; most find it helpful to refer to me by that. That is why we have names, isn’t it Imogen?” and again he made her name sound like it should be whispered while naked. The seductive way he said her name, seeming to erase the almost flippant nature of his reply.

The heavy steal door slid aside to reveal a well appointed underground apartment, complete with a sitting room, and through a door at the other side of the room a bedroom, “I will admit this is far better than the accommodations I am usually granted,” he said softly as he moved to the bedroom door, taking in the four poster bed that took up most of the space, done in shades of black and red. He turned back to face her, “You seem to match the furniture,” he said with something that almost resembled a smile. Unable to not picture her spread out atop that bed, available for his every pleasure. “Between the quarters and your company, I can almost forgive my poor treatment at the hands of your barkeep.” He offered.

 

[SandS13]

"I was given specific instructions as to how the room was to be prepared. Morgan fears this investigation will take a great deal of time and wanted you to be comfortable." Imogen's breathing was erratic. Her breasts were rising and falling under her blouse.

"He is rough but means well. He is very protective." Imogen gave a slight smile. She inhaled deeply and moved inside the sitting room. She placed the bag down and pulled the files out to place them on a table. She closed the bag and hung it on the back of a chair.

"You will have the option, I can remain here with you or should you prefer solitude at night I can return to my apartment on the upper floor of this building. I will not be far. The choice is yours, Gabriel." She tried to keep her voice level but failed, his name rolled off her tongue in a sultry tone.

Imogen swallowed and lifted her chin a little.

 

[The_gladiator]

Morgan had certainly prepared things specifically catered to his tastes. He wanted to ask how Morgan had even known he would be the sentinel that would come to her, it could have been any of them, but somehow, she had known. Morgan’s actions of having things so prepared for him was her metaphorical way of flexing, displaying her power and influence. Even this woman was exactly to his taste. “Your mistress knows much about me, more than she should,” he mused aloud as he approached Imogen. “Even selecting you. She knew I would find you appealing.”

His eyes swept over her form, “There are many features about you I apparently am known to prefer.” He was almost mocking himself for being that transparent somehow. There was now hunger in his eyes. He had not yet fed and though he could go without, such was his power, he could not have her so near and not want her. “You offer yourself freely?” he asked as his left arm slid around her waist, his right tilting up her chin once again so their eyes could meet.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen stiffened. He was coming towards her. She felt a little like a deer being set upon by a wolf. As Gabriel looked her over, commenting that she held features he was known to favour Imogen sucked in her lower lip.

He held her, arm around her. She could feel the strength in his body. Gabriel lifted her chin and once more she was lost in his blue eyes.

"Yes."

Even if Morgan had not made her agree to it already, she would have openly offered herself to him. He was everything she was attracted to and more.

"Freely and willingly."

 

[The_gladiator]

as creatures of the night so shall we live. Feeding in the dark from life's bounty. Of force shall this not be claimed lessed one be punished.
(Vampire creed: chapter 1 verse 16, the forgotten verse)

“Good, I follow the forgotten verse quite strictly,” He whispered as he pulled her closer. His eyes beginning to swirl with his power hypnotizing her to an extent. She was his, could be his. “I will always be able to find you again, should you let me drink of your blood,” he whispered. Very few would share blood with a sentinel for this reason, especially master vampires. It gave him a cheat code to hunt them should they go rogue.

He drew her with him towards the couch, sitting slowly, drawing her slowly into his lap, across a position that would give him easy access to her neck. His hand sliding into her thick hair, unable to touch her without stroking and caressing the silken mass. His other hand was on her cheek now, forcing her to meet his gaze again mesmerizing her as his fingertips stroked down her neck to find her pulse again. He could feel it jump under his brushing touch and he felt his incisors lengthening, growing with the primal urge to feed. Though Gabriel could and did feed from impersonal places like the wrist, that was clearly not his goal in that moment. It was obvious that in that moment he would settle for nothing less than an erotic experience with this beauty.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen was lost. She looked into his eyes, she melted against him. She heard his words but said nothing as he moved her.

Oh the feeling of his hand in her hair. Shivers ran through her body. The hand on her cheek, tender and almost loving a contrast to the fact that he was about to feed on her blood. She watched as his teeth grew. Her lips parted. "I give myself to you freely Gabriel..."

She understood what he said, that he would always be able to find her and it did not bother her at all. She wanted this. She wanted to be in his arms and she wanted to feel his teeth pierce her skin. She wanted to feel him drinking from her as he held her against his body.

 

[The_gladiator]

He nodded his acceptance of her words. And slowly he broke their intimate gaze. His eyes dropping down to the place his fingers stroked. And with that his hand in her hair tightened a little, to tilt her neck to the side baring her as his other hand slid around her waist, tipping her body in against his, so she lay against him. He could feel her breasts pressing to his chest, and he couldn’t help the low growl of approval at the feeling of her in his arms.

He bent his head to her throat and let his lips trail over her skin there, tongue swirling over the rapid beat there. Once, twice, thrice, before he struck, the bite producing twin whips of fire that seemed to spread through her body, finding those places deep in her feminine core. He felt her unconsciously clutch him to her, and let out a low growl of approval the second that he felt her hands touching him. Though she had given verbal approval for this act, he always enjoyed tactile approval, touches welcoming him to her body.

 

[SandS13]

He growled. Imogen almost climaxed there, in his arms without any other stimulation. His tongue was on her skin. She wanted to pull him in, draw him closer but she couldn't move. Then it happened. Imogen gasped. Then she moaned. Her hands reached to stroke his chest and then up to his neck.

He was leaning over her, face in her neck and her hand snaked it way up and into his hair. Imogen did climax then. She shuddered in his arms, a low sultry groan escaping her lips. Each breath pushed her breasts against him. She wished there was no fabric between them. She wanted to feel his body, bare and against hers.

For now she let her orgasm wash over her as he fed off of her.

 

[The_gladiator]

The strongest of vampire kind did not come without their gifts. There had to be something the human got from an exchange such as this. Gabriel came from a very sensual bloodline. His bite was not always orgasmic, but under the right circumstances, he could reward his pray with such a gift.

His chuckle was low and very very masculine as he felt her release, could sense her climax. He fed off this sexual energy as well, feeding him psychically as well as her blood fed him physically. He had not expected to enjoy this so much, but she made him want more.

He felt her hand in his hair, silently welcoming him. Yet, all too soon it was over. He took no more than he required. He respectfully pulled back, the healing agent in his saliva instantly healing the twin pinpricks as he slid his tongue over the wound. He had left no mark, though he could have chosen to leave one, if he were say, claiming her as his.

His eyes were so dark so deep a blue that they were almost black, like the night sky, and the stars were sparks of his power as he met her gaze. “You are psychic,” he whispered breath brushing over her lips, so close were they, a breath from kissing her, drinking her power, drunk on the moment. “No wonder Morgan finds you so appealing.” It was clear that this fact made him want her even more than when he had just physically desired her moments ago. However, in that joining he had learned much about her. Her psychic barriers had kept him out of her mind, but the fact that she had barriers at all told him so much.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen loved the low way he laughed. Combined with that growl, that noise of almost animal desire and she was truly more aroused than she could ever remember being.

She felt his tongue on her neck and then his mouth moved away. Imogen whimpered, ever so softly. She didn't want it to end, she wanted him to touch her more.

Her eyes met his. His were like the night. Imogen inhaled as she saw the light that shone in them. His words were like a kiss and she longed for him to really kiss her. "I am...sensitive. Empathetic to others..."

God, she wanted to kiss him. Her hand moved through his hair, nails lightly raking his scalp. Her other one was placed on his chest. She wanted to open his shirt and feel the bare skin underneath.

"Does it appeal to you?" Her tongue brushed her lower lip. She wanted to hear him say the words. The look he was giving her said it but she wanted to hear him. She could feel her wetness soaking her thong. She wasn't embarrassed. This was single handedly the most erotic and sensual thing that had ever happened to her.

 

[The_gladiator]

Creatures of the night, born or converted shall live as one people. Caution should be taken when conversion is undertaken prior to death, for without true psychic gifts a rogue will be born. (Vampire creed, chapter 2, verse 7)

He almost purred feeling her touch, touches that didn’t simply end when he was done feeding. They lingered. Almost as if she truly enjoyed this, beyond the mesmorization of his power.

He chuckled low again as she asked if it appealed to him. “More than you know little one, much more than you know.” He pressed his forehead to hers briefly. It was clear he was fighting his urges. He had duties to attend to, duties that ran beyond his sexual desire. He also had something new to consider; with her psychic gifts she could survive living conversion. More dangerous than when a human died and was converted, but it would also give her many of the gifts of a born vampire, the ability to reproduce especially, something no made vampire that had died could boast.

It was clear that he had gotten lost in his thoughts for a moment however he suddenly returned to her and was highly aware of her presence again. “You are beautiful, and your voice…” he paused here, he had always preferred women who sounded like a woman, he did not desire someone with a high girly voice. Just a further example of how Morgan had anticipated him. Even though he knew she was part of Morgan’s manipulation, he still wanted Imogen, badly. “That appeals to me too,” he finally finished.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen blinked once as she called her little one and put his forehead to hers. Her hand kept moving through his hair. Her other moved up to find his cheek.

Her eyes inspected him but in truth she was checking his aura. It was strong before, rippling with power but now, after he had fed it was intense and beautiful. She couldn't help but stare at him. He seemed lost in thought. She did not disturb him. It was interesting to watch him like this. So close and so intimate their breathes mingled between them.

"I am glad I appeal to you. I like knowing I please you." She could not resist. Imogen leaned in and let her lips brush his. She did not pull his head in. She went to him. "You appeal to me as well..more so than I expected."

Morgan had warned her about him, had prepared her to be a help to him but Imogen didn't feel as if she was truly ready for Gabriel. She expected serious, stern not this sensual man who seemed to make her aroused by just his words.

 

[The_gladiator]

Gabriel was supposed to be hard and tough, however that had truly never been his style. Oh, he was on the surface, but it was a veneer and beneath was this sensual creature. It did not matter how many lectures Vladimir gave him, he could not change, especially when he knew such passion was deep within even his mentor. Gabriel was just not as good at hiding it. Especially when confronted by the truth of Imogen and her willingness. Theirs was a passionate race, and Gabriel was no longer willing to hide it from her.

He growled low with need as she kissed him. He had been prepared to let her go until that moment. However as soon as she made that move to close the distance, to come to him, he tightened his hand in her hair and took control of the kiss. The passion was controlled but it burned in his eyes, in his aura. His tongue swept imperiously into her mouth, demanding entrance as he explored her fully. He would have stayed respectful, would have not crossed that line, but she had given herself to him and he responded accordingly.

 

[SandS13]

Again, that growl. Imogen moaned. His hand gripped her hair and for a moment she feared she had gone too far, overstepped her place. That fear was pushed away as his mouth claimed hers. He was in control, he was taking what he wanted.

His aura was intense and Imogen warred with whether she would block it or give in and let it touch her own. His tongue was in her mouth and she made the choice. Her mind opened to him.

Imogen let his tongue play on her own. Her hands were both in his hair now. She wanted to move, hike her skirt and sit across his lap. She wanted him to force her to her back on the sofa.

She wanted him.

She moaned into the kiss. She was completely open to him except a few deep places in her mind. Those were still locked away.

 

[The_gladiator]

He slid into her mind, just like his tongue slid into her mouth, though slower, his mental touch was more like that of his fingers as they slid down her neck, into that opening on her blouse. “You have the ability to be converted, you have the ability to be more than merely a human servant. You could be a bonded partner.” His words were in her mind, he did not speak aloud, but taking her blood had helped him forge a link to her mind and once she let him in, he filled her mind with his darkly sensual words. The tone helping to make them sensual, a promise of what she could have should she desire it, should they walk down that path.

“You have awakened other hungers in me,” he said aloud, his voice that low rumble still. “You should be careful little one, or I will claim you in more than one way this night.” His lips had resumed that hair’s breath between them again as he spoke, as if giving her the chance to back out before it was too late.