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« Reply #30 on: February 15, 2014, 11:52:48 am »
A fast forgotten halo was gathering blood color on the floor as the lion who had initiated it's existence there listened to Marcy, asking the white Gabrielle a valid question. His smile was half, lip lifting over one thick fang, it's belly bloated and its cusp true. Like she was something hard to be opened he made to dig that fang into her, half-minded, other half on the angel, but never let the cutting tip reach her, his restrain strained. Part of his was still playing absentmindedly, while other parts reminded him that he needed to have all of his heart in it, if he were to draw blood, considering many in here were like him. He let his lip and that part of his face unwrinkle, so that he could go back to kneading her skin with his non-enamel maw. It was a pleasure to meet her again, indeed.

Then came the one with charcoal hair, cracked through by sunset warmth here and there. She had danced with Gabrielle, and was now trying to recruit Fenton toward that avocation. Ellian could imagine dancing. He'd even heard tunes that spoke to him when things got experimental toward the old exotics. They mixed the purity with strange, trashcan-echoed loops here, in this city, but he didn't find it entirely distasteful. In the sea of creatures that wormed on the open floor, he wouldn't be out of place racing to catch the old spirits, from when his tribe could still move their feet, before their bones were gravel in his digestive tracts. Nina split her time between the large morsel and Ellian himself to ask of his drinking preference.

"I do not like wine, but I'll drink it out of babbling, open ribcages, if it's in the blood." he blinked once at the bat beside him. "People with too much of it tend to fall well." he offered, when he couldn't be agreeable on the first point.  "So yes. I like it more than I dislike it." Not liking it for his palled directly was no reason to discard its use, and his enjoyment of its use, be it in his own plot, or if someone else indulged themselves to his benefit. He didn't enjoy his claws lodge into his trachea, but he appreciated that they could do as much. "What does spirits do to the essence?" he wanted in return.

He sat up straight and stroked an absent sleeve over the wetness he'd produced on Marcy's arm. The shirt he wore didn't soak up the saliva very well and instead coated her rounded limb with a sheen. "A game, you say?" There was always merit to some merriment. A wide smile her way, mouth closed to bend lips over a row of teeth that eventually left their print on his face from the inside, the skin sinking in between his enamel knives. He'd look rippled in an arch across his features. A chipper monster with a partially indented visage.

The muscles at his disposal eventually let his skin become lax again retuning his looks to their normal, moonlight complexion. There was spring in his body, tautly charged muscles ready to shoot him off, it made his attempt at being patient, casual, a strained performance. Ellian sat back, hands in his lap as he looked up at the instigator of this next amusement. The lion didn't care much to follow rules or perimeters, but their existence were important even if he were to disregard them, after all, without them he might as well be playing by himself. And if there were to be any such frames, he supposed his Gabrielle should be the one to state them. So he waited. A cat looking at a bird.

"Our trade should still be fair." he mumbled to Marcy with the corner of his mouth.

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« Reply #31 on: February 15, 2014, 08:39:20 pm »
Fenton had never danced. Not that he could remember. Not since he was a small boy and his mother wasn't yet a corpse. Being swayed and spun around a kitchen didn't seem like the sort of dancing Nina was talking about but it also seemed like the only kind of dancing that would matter. His jaw ticked when Nina mentioned how she had spared Marcy's life so far, as though it had always been in her power to take it. It had, of course, but in the same way that every time Nina leaned or clung to him, Fenton chose not to snap her neck. She was small. It wouldn't be difficult.

He resisted the impulse to curl his lips when he watched Ellian bare a tooth and hover it over that pale shoulder. The skin would break easily. Fenton had seen it before but he also knew there was nothing to be done about it. As much as it seemed like he was in Marcy's employ, he wasn't. He followed her and lived with her and over time came to share most everything with her in some sense but he didn't come to these parties because she told him to or even asked him to. They were two separate entities with entirely different motive and goals. Fenton couldn't protect her because protection was not what Marcy wanted. He had tried. The first few times he'd gone with her and watched her goad death, he had deflected the threats before they could do harm.

Those were the only times she had ever been angry with him. When he stopped a swinging arm before knuckles could bruise her cheek and make her taste her own blood. When he tossed away vampires before they could sink their teeth. When he didn't let her break bones and spill blood. Over time he came to realize that he could only save her from death once she had reveled in it for a while and no longer had the strength to be angry with him for it. There was something wrong with Marcy and it had nothing to do with her diet.

More than once he'd seen that hint of a smile in the corner of her lips just before someone attacked her. She knew it was coming and welcomed it. He wasn't entirely certain how she had survived as long as she had before he stumbled upon her. Sometimes he wondered if she was something more than human with a cruel taste. Sometimes he wondered if she was eternal rather than just lucky.

The man in white talked of a game. Fenton hoped it would put a little distance between Marcy and the lion before she lost one of those limbs. He didn't imagine being maimed would trouble her and that thought was underlined by the shiver that visible rolled up her back to make her shift her shoulders when the lion mumbled that their deal was still in the works.

Marcy was smiling- she usually was. She turned her head over that wet shoulder to look at Ellian. She thought to say something but found herself too interested in the shadows of his face. Turning her face forward again she beamed up at her appointed guardian angel. "Will there be a prize?" He offered the spoils of war but she had never planned to go home hungry.

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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #32 on: February 16, 2014, 07:21:09 am »
Fenton’s little twitch was expected. It seemed Nina only drew a reaction if her attention lingered on Marcy too long, or she suggested the death of his master. She, too, knew what power rested in Fenton, but she was never worried. There was a silent deal. So long as she did spare Marcy, Fenton would never harm her.

The day she chose to kill Marcy, she would see that Fenton met his end, too. Likely first. She’d catch him off guard.

Nina’s attention was drawn back to them all by the use of her name by Russell. She smiled. It was expected, and she’d not disappoint. Ellian suggested he didn’t like the wine, and Nina nodded her understanding. She didn’t like it, either. At his query in turn, she took another meaning for spirits. She knew what Ellian wanted, but her favorite was here,
“It depends on the content of the spirit. Essence is shifted so easily by the contents of things, but I do confess—spirits altar it the most.”

The mock-bow that stole her attention. The angel considered leather.
“You know, it does come in white.” Nina dared to mention. “Just as lace comes in black.” How humans did love to twist things—they were in the right to. After all, Gabrielle was no angel of mercy, no guardian. The man in white was as dark, perhaps darker, than all of them here. After all, he had this list, this club, and he saw people to ultimate oblivion in destroying their soul.

What was more deliciously evil?

Because of that, Nina let out a short laugh when he claimed there was a tastier treat on the menu. He was speaking to Ellian, but that didn’t matter. It amused her. Either way, a game was proposed, and a bounty mentioned. He gave no details on this bounty, though. Nina was intrigued, and let the others voice their interest and questions first.

Neither really asked what interested her, though. In fact, it seemed like Marcy wasn’t even listening. Nina shifted away from Fenton,
“He said there was a bounty, or weren’t you paying attention?” Nina smiled at the other, knowing she could have been easily distracted by the man still so near. She halted barely an inch from Gabrielle’s left side, and reached her hand out to touch his shoulder, to brush down his arm, “Can I name my own bounty?” She had so many ideas in mind for it, and no single one stuck long enough for her to consider telling him what it was she wanted. She’d make it up on the fly at the end, if need be.

Though, she had a feeling Gabrielle might disappoint. That would mean she’d have to make due with the spoils of war.
‘Might not be so bad.’ Not if Marcy competed. No, then she’d get at least half of what she wanted here.

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« Reply #33 on: February 18, 2014, 04:40:16 am »
A game. The idea seemed entertaining, however, to have the thing ran by Gabrielle left Russell questioning his participation. The soul eater wasn't one that Russell would have considered trustworthy nor were many of those in his presence. It was also obvious that anyone who participated would be in it to win, if only because of what was being offered.

Risky, was the first word that came to mind upon careful consideration. Russell eyed his empty glass of wine, quiet, listening as the others continued on, interest piqued for this game that Gabe proposed. Surely they all knew, it made for a perfect opportunity to turn on one another in the process. They merely had one advantage, on the target, the supposed thing that would signal victory.

As for everything else, it was all against them. Russell didn't know his way around this place in the slightest and there were a multitude of scents, complicating the area. It would be easy to lose one's self and even easier to fall into a trap, especially to someone who knew the place like the back of their hand.

Still, the vampire didn't lack confidence nor did he want to lose face in backing out of this game. He'd play, carefully, more with the attention to surviving than victory.

He merely wanted to get through this evening alive, feasting would simply be an added bonus, a bonus he would love to have.

"What are the rules of this game you propose, Gabrielle?"

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« Reply #34 on: February 18, 2014, 09:19:09 pm »
White leather would be interesting.  Black lace tempting.  The seven deadly sins were around him – Lust, seemed to want to name its own bounty.  “Of course not, “ was Gabrielle’s only answer. He wasn’t stupid.

Sloth drooled, but didn’t seem interested in drinking.  Envy looked on, but didn’t act.  Gluttony wanted to learn more, but was accused of not listening.  Gabrielle could certainly excuse the distraction.

Pride spoke up, and earned a question in response, “Rules?” Gabrielle looked at Russell and tipped his head to the side as though considering the joke.  “Rules can be broken, so I tend not to bother with them.”  He paused for a moment.  “Time limit, I suppose would be appropriate.  One hour would suit me.  You are welcome to team up, or go it alone, but the spoils remains the same, to be divided as the victor sees fit.”

Lisa, the waitress returned to the table.  She’d seen the mess perhaps, or she’d simply noticed that Gabrielle lingered here.  With a quick glance she determined that a certain amount of tidying was in order.  She set her tray on the table and gathered the glass, using a small cloth to mop up the wine from the wood surface.  The floor would require something else, but that could easily be done when the guests departed.

Gabrielle took the opportunity to speak as the waitress worked.  “Lisa here will hold the bounty.”

She turned in surprise, but she also seemed to know what was coming as she held out her hand.  Gabrielle placed a large cut diamond in her palm.  Five carats and clear.  “This way if something happens to me,” a challenging look at Ellian, “or if I get distracted and busy, you needn’t worry that payment will not be made.  Our sort can always use cash, but I find stones more convenient personally.”

Lisa looked a little nervous as she glanced around.  A lamb sensing predators.  She inched closer to Gabrielle. 
“Don’t worry Poppet,” he said, offering a kiss to her temple.  “It’s just a game, and you’re not on the menu.  Off you go.”

She didn’t need another excuse.  The blond scuttled away with a quick curtsey like a peasant grateful to flee a beating from its master.

“Now, on to the specifics of our target.  Her name is Millicent Brown,” he took a sketch from his pocket, and unfolded the neat square so the picture of her face was laid out for inspection.  Her face was youthful and fleshy, which should suit those most interested in her body.  “She’s likely on the second or third floor trying to rob me as we speak,” which hinted at a tainted essence and dark soul, and perhaps explained why she was subject to Gabrielle’s wrath.  The fact that she was female would make it more attractive for mixed company to subdue and kill, but he wasn’t interested in keeping this all fair.

Fair is boring.

“Any other questions?”
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« Reply #35 on: February 18, 2014, 09:55:24 pm »
The answer Nina provided was confusing to Ellian, because what she said could be strewn two ways. The liveliness and brave of the character, or - what he had meant - its intake of alcohol. Her answer was satisfying, to whatever end and he nodded. All this talk of the game had him frustrated, and he bumped his head dully into Marcy's while looking at the white host. Ellian rubbed his scalp into her temple, his cloud of dark hair leaving his scent on her while he tried to remember what Gabrielle was saying.

The lion stopped his self amusement against the liver connoisseur when the woman came back to clean the glass and tend to the spill. Unavoidably, she'd have to gather the shreds of card stuck in the red puddle, as well. Ellian rested both his knees on one of Marcy's thighs, his hands on the opposing upper leg in her lap as he laid his weight on her to look closer at the waitress. The shining stone also made his interest deeper. His large lips shrunk in fascination as the master kissed his peasant on the head.

"She comes when you scatter the vials." he mumbled to himself, golden eyes watching her leave. He twisted his head to look at Marcy, smiling again, under his face, new ridges wrinkling the skin that made out his features, as though the grill of a car was pushing up inside him. He wanted to play with that diamond for a while, and Lisa for longer. He'd always been a fan of hunting with lure. This waitress and her chosen profession and duties made it all too simple. The trail of fright she'd left didn't deter, either.

The picture elicited a sneer from the sapien feline, even though the proportions of the drawn figure were pleasant. He was growing unruly, with his limbs and bones digging into Marcy's lap. "What is with you and things on paper!" he hissed and lowered himself to lay uncomfortably on his acquaintance. "Right you should say menu, I suppose, but maybe I'm hungry for other sport!" A bit belligerent now, huffing into his arm and barely resting on top of his human pelt.

He kicked back into the bat, not hard, not as hard as he could. "Yeah. Anymore questions?" he echoed back at Russell, insinuating his own lack of patience was based of this vampire's propensity to need over clarification. An ill-aimed and worse expressed accusation. It was forgotten by the cat as soon as it had occurred to him. "I need to stalk the floor." he stated, calm suddenly, crawling off Marcy to stand on the floor, dabbing his boots in the wine he'd spilled before sitting down into the lap he'd abused to draw claws to mar the leather of his footwear, and just as easily snap the laces. Large feet were produced out of their cow-hide containment, with black nails on three of the toes of each.

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« Reply #36 on: February 19, 2014, 11:31:29 am »
Her lip curled in a wordless curse toward the essence eater when she jabbed. Of course she wasn’t paying attention. She had a man twice her weight playing kitty in her lap with fingers that could cleave her skin from her bones and a jaw that could likely snap those bones clean. She wasn’t willing to spare much focus and risk missing it if it happened. It wasn’t every day you got devoured.

She liked Gabrielle’s take on rules. No one here trusted one another so there wasn’t much point in making agreements. The waitress came and Marcy found herself watching curiously the way Ellian watched the girl. She half expected him to leap from her lap and pounce the waitress right there on the floor. He didn’t, but he continued his awkward squirming half on top of her at all times. Even if their bargain didn’t follow through tonight, she would at least go home with his handprints bruised into her thighs.

She made cooing sound when Gabrielle produced the diamond. Now, that was a prize. Shiny and sharp. She had others, in settings and in bags, but somehow that didn’t make this one any less special. Marcy smiled toothily at the waitress before she was excused and had to remind herself that the girl with the prize was not the intended game. Not intended... but healthy and with a pocket full of rock.

She strained her neck to look at the face on the page the angel offered and then laughed at Ellian’s disgruntled remark. He was going tense, fidgety and unreasonable. What would happen if they kept him in such a state? Would he eventually turn on one of them at the table? He used her like a chair and she giggled against his back. What a strange thing he was. She rolled her forehead against his shoulder blade and for a moment closed her eyes, wondering what such a fierce creature would look like beneath her, his belly open and her fingers inside. He could survive if he didn’t struggle. But what were the chances that Ellian could not struggle?

“Whoever kills your enemy first, gets the waitress and her diamond.”
Marcy summed up with a greedy grin, raising her head to look over Ellian’s shoulder. The waitress alone made easier prey, not so crowded a catch and with all of the loot, but she supposed it would be considered bad sportsmanship to go straight for the prize. At least this exercise would give them time to stretch and her more opportunities to see if she could catch monsters off-guard.

She wasn’t particularly interested in the vampire. Their livers tasted like rot but she’d kill him if he gave her the chance, just so he wouldn’t feel left out. “I certainly hope your quarry is stealthy, otherwise I fear this game will end quickly.” She noted, eyeing the man in her lap and the vampire across. Some creatures were made for hunting. Others were just made for killing.

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« Reply #37 on: February 19, 2014, 03:31:53 pm »
Nina was quite pleased with the reaction her comment garnered from Marcy. It was always nice to bother one of the pair. She was not so happy that she couldn’t name her own bounty, though. She withdrew her touch to pout again, arms crossed over her chest, eyes promising he’d made a mistake. ‘You would have liked it.’ There was a time limit, but no rules. She nodded, once, in understanding. An hour was generous.

The waitress returned and began to pick things up. She was quickly turned into an interesting figure when Gabrielle spoke of the bounty. Nina observed it with little interest, and Lisa with less. She was much too domesticated for her to actually consider. Her essence would be bland.
‘I suppose it might be useful.’ The way Marcy lit up showed that the diamond would be excellent bait.

A picture was shown. There was little to tell in a picture, but the story of what Millicent was doing made her interesting. When the face was in mind, Nina looked back up.
“Oh, someone trying to rob you?” That made her very interesting indeed, and a worthy quarry. Nina needed no more to know she wanted to play, even if the prize didn’t personally entice her. Her lust wasn’t for shiny jewels—they weren’t warm enough.

The Lion was bothered. Nina couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the look he shot to Russell. If he wouldn’t be such fun competition, Nina might have offered her hand in an alliance. As it was, she wanted to be against him.

Marcy wasn’t paying nearly enough attention. The waitress was not the prize, not on the menu, as Gabrielle had said.

And Gabrielle…well, he said it himself. Beneath her notice. Who was she to prove him wrong?


“Nice shoes,” she commented to Ellian, quite sincerely. “This game will be quick.” To Marcy, then to Russell, “You’re free to come with me in the hunt, if you like, Russell.” A hand was extended out, but not kept for him to reach. He would have to get up and follow to take it, for Nina was already walking off. “You’re all much too slow.” She had no more questions, not about rules, and she knew the time limit.

Best not to waste one second of it. She was nothing if not competitive, and that jewel was a lure for Marcy. The vampire could have the victim for himself.


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« Reply #38 on: February 21, 2014, 07:27:46 am »
At the lion's words, Russell smiled, a picture of politeness, a facade hardly tested by such words, as ill aimed as they were. No, he didn't have anymore questions. The lack of rules suited him just fine, along with their sixty minute time limit, the seemingly only rule to this little game.

It was a bit unexpected, Nina's offer, her hand slipping out of his reach further and further as she began to walk away. He wondered if that was confidence, confident that he'd take that hand, even going so far as to chase it to do so. It was a nice hand, although he wasn't certain if the offer was quite as nice.

It had its obvious advantages, of course, but Russell had always been a weary one. She could easily double cross him, as could he. There was no real reason to share the prize, then again, maybe Nina didn't want it. Was she so particular? Her words from before seemed to hint at such, but he couldn't be so sure.

However, it was undeniable that she had some kind of relationship with Gabrielle, a kind that could lead to an advantage in this almost ruleless game. There was no reason to play fair.

With that in mind, the vampire stood, eyes flickering to Marcy, "I hope the quarry is far more than simply stealthy. It'll be a shame if it ends quickly as Nina has stated." He smiled then, smile a bit crooked, "Good luck, Miss Devenmor."

He left the group then to follow after Nina, taking the hand that had almost escaped from him. "I suppose I should ask what you have in mind now that I've joined you in this venture. I rather not walk about blind, despite how bats are."

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« Reply #39 on: February 21, 2014, 05:59:34 pm »
“Let me put it this way,” Gabrielle freely admitted the extent of their quarry’s skills, “I haven’t killed Millicent Brown.”

Not that he needed them.  Not that it mattered.  A smile flashed over the challenge.

As for the hint that Lisa was part of the bounty when he’d specifically said not, he took the threat in stride.  Perhaps anticipated.  Perhaps planned.  And now to be planned for.

Ellian wished to stalk, “Stalk away,” Gabrielle said, indicating the game was afoot. There would be no map or a hint that he understood Russell’s anxiety over a trap.  In a similar situation he’d be wary of the unknown, and the dark of a series of offices and corridors where you knew not what lay behind each door.  And yet Russell had special skills for the dark.  Speed that Gabrielle lacked.

“My office is 3B.  There is a safe there, and one on the floor directly below.” A yawn, delicately covered by one hand, showed he’d grown bored with the conversation.  “You can use the stairs.  The emergency exit fire alarm is off.” As always.

Nina set her sites on Russell.  Gabrielle tried not to imagine what the two would do in the dark.  His shoulder still burned where she touched it, the lying eyes on what he was missing finding their mark.  He deliberately didn’t watch them walk away, apparently interested in something close to the bar.  His empty glass.

Gabrielle echoed Russell's sentiment, “Yes, good luck,” to those that remained.  Not that he figured they’d need it, the offer simply fed the persona that he cared. He’d see them all safely off and then go to the bar.  He needed to have a chat with Lisa.

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« Reply #40 on: February 21, 2014, 08:39:10 pm »
Ellian who had propped himself back on his throne of Marcy to shred his boots, looked at her and found some enlightened fibers in her gaze. Or at least she thoughts so. He didn't really know what he was, only what his body of memories lead up to. He couldn't always guess his own actions by taking the past in to account. Perhaps she would have more luck. She did seem to understand his grin. He wiggled his toes, now free of hard leather. To anyone who was looking closely, the black nails would elongate and retract casually.

He considered the game when he rested his attention on Marcy's thoughts, as they were displayed. It wasn't very complicated. When he had broken it all down further, the connection point of his front row teeth showed in his deforming smile. The lips still took care not to give all the length of his natural knives. Eventually his features returned to their usual serene, deceptive symmetry when the amusement subsided to truth, rather than sensation. Rules, eh? He'd seen dogs do this. Wolves in man bodies that had a pension for the single eye in the night sky. Instructions followed for rewards. He wondered what cats the bird employed before, that would sit for a treat. "You're of semantics, Gabrielle Host." Ellian remarked and stood, arm trailing behind to brush a hand over Marcy's face and chin before his risen body took him too far away for such a touch. "And an optimist."

He winked at Nina, who smelled of leather, and looked down at the remains of his boots. "They're made of cow. Ox. They cut easily." Ellian did not know of the double meaning he'd spoken. Cattle bled when he petted them sharp, was all. "Maybe if you wear your Soul tight, too." The Jacket, of course. Despite the lore, at least this cat had no interest in the other attachments to the person than the sinew and the flesh and the tangible bits. He only respected the essence and the soul because without them, the flesh would become gray, spoiled before it grew mold.

The Bat moved toward Nina, to see her off or join her. They were well invested in this. It did make the cat more interested in pursuing. Back when he'd not eaten the body of the King Lion he'd been a pack animal too, waiting in line to be taken by teeth he now owned. The solitary desires were stronger at this point of the night. And they had a name. Ellian had been allowed to stalk, and so he would. He fell away from the gathering quickly, brushing his oversized black shirt against a well tailored white suit. It was a nicety, not a challenge. The master of this house deserved as much, especially when Ellian was aiming to decrease his heard.

Without footwear, he twisted easily between people walking, dancing. He didn't let the music take him, the same way you don't sway with the high grass when it beckons you, not near the antelope. At one point he swung his head across the surface of a table, catching the leg of a glass between his teeth. The brittle material was not to be hurt. He moved no less efficiently with it in his mouth as he came to the bar and pushed up to her, made her stumble back probably, so that she would look into the suns he inherited from the King Lion.

For a moment the white of his skin would become the scene of every waking light. It was as false as it was plentiful in here. Blinking, spasming, trickling. All the nuances on his cheekbones, above the sharp, flickering shadows. The prisms in the glass, impossible to reach, but close enough to enjoy. Then he smiled harder, and broke the thin leg. The vessel would then fall to the floor and break. He would still be staring at her, obsessed to learn what she would do, this creature who cleaned things as a purpose.

"There is broken glass by my naked feet. There was broken glass by the table." His eyes were wider as his lips parted, tongue clapping against the bottom of his mouth. "Will you pick it up, Lisa?" The music had abandoned the sorrow filled build-up, mechanical, instrumental, and was now speeding up to something more stressful. While it didn't affect him at the moment, it did mirror what he was feeling. The adrenaline added a chilled glow to his irises. The promise of the robotic tunes would soon spill over. Either of them would have to react.

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« Reply #41 on: February 21, 2014, 09:25:27 pm »
Nina was hasty. She had a nature that desired to win. Perhaps it was that nature that drove her to invite the vampire. That, or she wanted his essence. Marcy wondered what the differences were when it came to the essence of a living thing versus the essence of a dead thing. Russel wished her luck and even spoke her name. She had always enjoyed that name. She inclined her head in his direction and smiled gently, eyes wishing him luck in return.

Marcy had never been a competitive person. Not even as a child. Possessive, yes. Competitive, not so much. She liked the idea of running around in the dark though. It was like hide and seek. Hearts pounding, limbs trembling, wondering how much longer she could go before they found her, before mommy or daddy snatched her up. The house had been large with so many places to hide. The cruelty had been that the longer she hid, the angrier they became and the worse it was when she was found. But that knowledge had never taught her to get caught sooner, it had only taught her to enjoy the fear and the pain. She loved hide and seek.

She stood after Ellian removed himself from her lap. Her legs tingled now that blood moved freely through them again. One hand slid into the pocket of her slim, calve length slacks. Opal eyes were on Gabrielle now but he was looking at the bar, trying not to look at Nina it seemed. A handful of steps on legs elongated by heels and she was at his side, free hand sliding under his arm to hold it and lean herself only slightly against his side. She never presumed to know if a man would pull away or not. Men were dangerous things. But that never stopped her from smiling. Dangerous things were interesting.

"I understand you wish to throw your diamond away, but if you don't even pretend to play with us it looks suspiciously like work on our part and less like a game."
Marcy noted, voice low as though this might be a secret he didn't want out. "Or was the goal simply to get us off the floor?" Her smile grew. "Are we such terrible guests?"

Glass broke nearby and her eye slid from his cheek passed his jaw to see Ellian standing over a waitress. Marcy's gaze returned to Gabrielle's with a new grin. "Am I such a bad guest?" She decidedly rephrased her question. "Surely if you send me up there alone Nina will find an opportunity to kill me." She added casually, head tipping to the side and that long fall of maroon hair bound at the back of her skull swayed closer to a pale shoulder. "She's been circling me for years. I honestly don't know what's taken her so long or even why she's so interested but it is enticing isn't it? Dying with that kiss?"

She leaned closer, onto her toes, having to use that arm to keep steady. Her lips were painted a soft pink, a contrast to everything else she was. "It's hard to resist isn't it?" She whispered, like a secret between them, before that mouth smiled. "But I don't think I'd want to kiss all my meals. I think it would become impersonal after a time. Sometimes I worry that when she kisses me one day, she won't even remember it for long."


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« Reply #42 on: February 22, 2014, 09:33:50 pm »
Gabrielle offered parting advice, but to her, the fact that he hadn’t killed Millicent meant nothing. When a hand found its way to hers, cold to her warmth, she smiled. Now she had all the advantage she needed to win, assuming the vampire was trustworthy. Assuming she, also, stuck to the plan. ‘Let the games begin.’ Russell had either made the best decision of the night, or the worst. Nina was treacherous, and she reveled in being unpredictable. Her fingers entwined between his and she turned her head as he asked about the game plan. For some seconds, she was silent, listening.

‘No one.’


No one that mattered. They had all gone about in other directions.


“I am willing to offer you two meals if you help me get one.”
Yes, Nina was particular. She dropped her voice to whisper, to offer openly, “I want nothing with this Millicent, so she is yours. I want the diamond.” That was the only offer, the only way she would split the bounty with him. She did not think he would protest it, though.

Nina looked away, looked up,
“I know this building.” She knew Gabrielle well enough, too. She had already known what floor the office was on, but not the letter that went with it. “If Millicent is a clever thief, she’ll be on the third floor.” Already her steps were moving towards the stairs. “I have a feeling you hunt better being unknown,” and she parted their touch, slipped out of the jacket, “I can play distraction, an office worker returning for something forgotten. You can figure out how to approach from the shadows then,” a simple, efficient plan, if none of the others entered into their area.

Vampires were supposed to be good with the whole darkness, stealth thing.
“Then we’ll both be fed, and if you are interested,” a glint in her eyes, “I’ll help you with a second meal.” She didn’t say just who she meant, for it was too early to reveal that. He hadn’t made it clear if he was interested in it or not, nor had he time yet to consider the deal proposed in handling Millicent.

Marcy was very right to be worried, though.

It was a conscious effort on Nina’s part to kill the glow that danced across her skin, returning it to a normal, human pallor.

The third floor was reached soon enough, and Nina hung her jacket on the stair bannisters, intending to collect it afterward. It didn’t fit the persona of an office girl returning for work. Her hair was brushed forward with her fingers to try and hide the orange strands amongst the black, too. The more normal, plain, she appeared, the better. The glow even left her eyes, making them seem hazel.

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« Reply #43 on: February 24, 2014, 09:01:03 am »
It was a good offer, one any would find difficult to refuse. Two for the price of one. The vampire had no real reason to decline. However, it was a bit curious, this reward. While the first was obvious, the little diamond thief, the second was questionable. Just who did Nina have in mind? Did it have something to do with the diamond or did the woman simply want that for financial gain?

They continued on, hands still intertwined, Nina leading the way, confident. She claimed to know the place well, something Russell had been anticipating. She directed them to the third floor without much hesitation, stating that the thief must have been there. Her plan was simple enough, something that focused on the talents of his kind. Stealth, a favor with the dark, things that had kept vampires alive for centuries.

"I'd be a fool to be uninterested." Russell smiled, savoring the idea of a meal, the metallic tang of blood. "I trust, as long as she doesn't see through your distraction, this should go well enough."

When they reached the third floor, the pair parted, Russell's eyes adjusting to the pale moonlight through the windows, the shadows stretched long on the hallway and across the walls. The only lights were the few faint bulbs that Nina lit to go along with her ruse. An office girl couldn't walk around in the dark after all, especially if they were searching for a forgotten item.

Russell took to the opposite side of the hall, lingering in the shadows, alert for any foreign sounds, sounds that weren't coming from Nina. Then he heard it, a small, but definite click, the satisfying sound of a safe just unlocked. And he saw her, this Millicent, rigid, form slender and small, almost reminiscent of that Marcy Devenmor. Her hair was a russet color in the dark, eyes a pale green, and her skin seemed almost paper white, delicate.

She was staring at Nina, unblinking, probably wondering if the girl had noticed her yet. Russell smirked, the girl had no idea that Nina was the least of her problems.

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« Reply #44 on: February 25, 2014, 04:17:23 am »
Something cool touched his shoulder, extinguishing the ache that remained.  Gabrielle looked down at Marcy’s slight figure and her hands entwined around his arm.  He didn’t pull away, although he wasn’t pleased with her hint that he was putting her to work – a touch too close to the truth.

Before he could answer the accusation, Ellian made his move on Lisa.   Gabrielle saw the action cued by Marcy’s interest in something near the bar.  The blond waitress seemed surprised at first, but then bent to pick up the glass near Ellian’s feet with a traditional Red Riding Hood expression, “My, what big feet you have.”

Gabrielle’d have to trust that Lisa knew what she was about, unable to hear her words but suspecting their worth in the flickering light.  He shook his head and returned his attention to Marcy.  He could only rescue one damsel at a time.  Proximity ruled.

Fenton was forgotten as Gabrielle moved his free arm and lifted a hand to capture Marcy’s upturned chin between thumb and forefinger.  His blue eyes dropped to her petal pink lips and then lifted back to her eyes as she spoke of dying for a kiss.  He inched his head closer to her own, the better to whisper, “Kisses should be memorable.”  His lips hovering over hers for a moment before he smiled, and withdrew with the breath of a promise between them.

His thumb stroked her cheek.  “You like the dark Marcy?”  It was as though he could sense the past wanderlust. “How anticipation of what lies in wait makes you feel?  The thought that at any moment you might misjudge what you see.  Might move when you should have stayed still?”

The smile was cold as it widened across his face.  “Nina doesn’t use the shadows,” at some point she’d come for him emboldened by the light, and he’d rashly believe she cared, and stay still when he should have moved.  Heartbroken.  Essence bleeding between her fingers. Now, however, he had a different game to play, “but if you want company I can oblige.”

His glance flicked to Ellian, fickle with a new toy,  “It would seem that I am destined to be second best this evening.”  The grin turned to a pout. “I like personal. And I like to kiss.  Pity you don’t want to be bad.” 

He enjoyed touch and would be inclined to let an arm move around her waist if only to steady her further.  Hips together purely for balance. “Shall we go upstairs?”
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« Reply #45 on: February 25, 2014, 08:54:19 pm »
Ellian watched her when she looked at the glass, his attention well anchored in all the shifts of her face. He wanted to read something obsessive there, something old, laced with her very beginning, something that compelled her to clean in this oasis of sounds and primary prisms. He wasn't sure what he saw, but it wasn't that, nothing sewn into her being, deep enough for the souleaters to sample. The slight elevation of her brows were nothing like the gravitation toward her task as he had desired. The material called for her simply because it was broken. He was disappointed but riled by the way she folded her body, and her playfulness.

The mechanics of his animal, which was as much him as any other far-rooted and defining thing, were triggered by her shrunken form before him. She offered something with that question, he could tell in the peaks and trenches of her voice. The lion saw the shards and powdered crystal glitter around her. There seemed to be some meaning to those words, the theatricality of them, that she wasn't hiding, but rather referring to. He didn't know, but felt as though he should.

Ellian squatted without stepping back, it brought him very close to her. His bent legs produced high kneecaps on either side of her, the cat perfectly balanced on the ball of the front of his feet. His tongue slid out to wipe his naked upper lip as his eyes held close watch on her body, guarding the sinew and muscle in her that might aid in flight, should her intentions change, or his intentions be known. He didn't smile in return, though there had been a friendly note in her supposed quote. He looked at her as though he'd paid admission, and she was protected behind either bars or a fence.

"Do you like them?" he asked and looked down at the objects of their conversation. They were large, indeed. Big paws were treasured traits. Good size over all was currency, out in the sand and among the trees, if you could move it well. No body would accuse the totem lions of not being able to lift and throw their own weight. No body used to. "They have tricks, my feet." he offered. He let her see the black nails sprout, curling into claws that dug into the floor. He flexed like that a few times, digging the wounds deeper on the floor she'd sworn to keep serene.

His face brushed into hers, hard but not without affection, followed by his shoulder. It was a short caress of his body against her, that would make her fall backward with him on top. It could have been a loving gesture, but what lover would plant his counterpart with her back down on freshly broken glass and then rest his weight on her? He'd appreciate screams. Ellian had a trick to cure screaming. He would do it now, if he didn't appreciate her vibrato, if the music couldn't blanket it. It was a simple matter of kissing her neck deeply, hollow out her throat with a clip of his enamel knives. It would only take once clench. She wouldn't die, not for a while, but her breath would expel and come in from the height of her collarbones instead of her mouth, though that mouth would surely be gaping and closing. He wouldn't be so cruel until this edible doll warranted such alteration. He always gave them a chance to prove their attachment to pain, before he punished them for their dislike for it.

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« Reply #46 on: February 26, 2014, 07:41:27 pm »
She had almost stretched to reach his mouth when he taunted, a light twisting in her eyes and her smile growing wider when he withdrew. The Angel was a tease. Oh, that was priceless. Marcy could enjoy being teased. She found it a particularly alluring quality- likely because she lacked the control to tease. In the effort to seduce someone else, she always ended up seducing herself. She loved the tension of her own skin and that rise of attention only to be left wanting. It was like some sort of magic clawing at her veins.

He spoke about the dark and her feelings for it. Maybe soul eaters really were ethereal things. She wondered what an ethereal liver tasted like. She had never eaten a soul eater before. Either there weren’t so many of them or the others kept a lower profile than this one. “You read me like a book.” She said with a slight laugh to her tone. “It’s the impulse that makes us run even when we want to be caught that is so enjoyable. And that the more we run, the more frightened we become.”

She liked this soul eater. He had a nice voice and he returned affection and, like all things in this room, it was impossible to know if he was flirting with her or simply toying with his food. It was all the same, she supposed. It ended in intimacy and more often than not, one person enjoyed it more than the other.

Marcy laughed lightly when he made a comment about her not wanting to be bad. It wasn’t what she had said but she was not one to correct. His arm was around her waist and her body leaned into his side. “Will you give me a tour?” She asked hopefully, letting him lead her toward the stairs. "What exactly do you do here? Aside from wearing lovely suits and charming guests with wine and games?"

She decidedly did not look to see how Ellian was progressing in his meal of the waitress. She didn’t want to give away his game and a part of her hoped he’d end up with that rock in his pocket. Surely, the cat would not care to keep it for long. She did so love a short attention span.

It wasn't an easy task, not looking. Would the cat really eat a waitress right there on Gabrielle's floor? Two steps in, she had serious doubts whether or not she was going to get that tour, but if they were stalled by a mauling on the club floor, Marcy wouldn't exactly be disappointed either. She wondered briefly where Fenton was. No doubt somewhere nearby keeping an eye on her. As long as he didn't get in the way of her fun, she didn't mind if he was the one that carried her home at the end of the night.


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« Reply #47 on: February 26, 2014, 08:25:16 pm »
No questions asked. Russell was on board at least for the first half. He got the meal, she got the diamond. The second half might be more difficult to convince him of, but she’d negotiate as needed. Marcy was the goal of the night, and that meant Fenton had to be dealt with. Seeing as Fenton was so immoveable in his loyalty, he would have to be dealt with the old-fashioned way. Murder.

‘Poor Fenton.´ He did amuse her.

Now was not the time for such thoughts. Lights followed her steps as she turned them on, moving through the floor to find where Gabrielle’s office was. It wasn’t difficult; the thief left the door open. That allowed Nina to pretend to be interested in another office nearby.

She pretended frustration,
“…left the damn papers, now I can’t find the damn key!” Boot slammed against the ground, and Millicent moved. Nina saw it out of the corner of her eye and let her head shift in that direction. The woman froze again under her sight. “Oh! I’m sorry.” Nina said. When intimacy became something Nina had to fake, the rest came easy in her life of lies. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you here before.” She pretended nothing was wrong.

Now she had to trust the vampire was somewhere in the dark. If she were honest, the fact she couldn’t pick him out was unnerving on multiple levels. If he reconsidered, or chose her as prey instead, things could get quite messy.

Her confidence never wavered, though. Not visibly, at least. She walked to the office and offered her hand,
“I’m Nina, I do all the accounting here,” friendly smile.

Millicent opted to play along. She walked forward slowly, took Nina’s hand,
“Millicent.”

“Oh!” Nina let light take her eyes, “Millicent Brown? He’s mentioned you,” with a tug, she managed to pull the woman out of the office and into the open, “He said you were going to make my job harder,” her smile was almost conspiratorial, on the edge of revealing the ruse. “I guess that means you’re going to make us a lot more money. He’s spoken highly of your skill. Let me show you where I work.”

And she would pull the thin girl along, asking,
“What caused you to apply here, anyway?”

There was a glint of silver that Nina noticed, but pretended not to.
"This was near my family.” Millicent answered, “and the pay offered was…more than generous.”

That little silver in Millicent’s other hand moved, and Nina let go of her hand to pull back as the woman moved to strike. Nina wasn’t found out, but Millicent refused to have witnesses either way. Her attention, at least, was wholly on Nina.

Nina just couldn’t look scared to save her own life, though. She tried, as she turned to face Millicent once again, but it dissolved into a laugh which surprised the thief. The illusion of Nina as office girl was fading quickly.

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« Reply #48 on: February 28, 2014, 07:38:49 am »
Nina's acting would have been on par had it not been for the smile curving about her lips. He could see the glitter of amusement in her eyes, lit up by Millicent's attack. It seemed this thief didn't care whether Nina was an office girl or not, although that didn't seem to matter now. It was almost too obvious she wasn't. Still, Nina's distraction was doing its job. Millicent had no idea of Russell's movements, till it was far too late.

The thief's hand came up, quick, about to strike at Nina once more when Russell's pale hand shot out, grabbing her tightly by the wrist, other arm coming about her waist, pulling her close. The girl hissed, Russell twisting her wrist till her fingers slackened on the knife in her hand, the silver clattering to the floor. She continued to struggle, despite the loss of her weapon, but it was no use. Her strength was no match for his, it would never be.

"Caught in the spider's web." Russell smiled, crooked, fangs exposed. Beneath his fingers, he could feel the thief's pulse quickening, desperation, panic.

"She's quite the actress isn't she?" Russell continued, grip unrelenting despite the girl's desperation.

"You damn bastards." Millicent spat. "Gabrielle put you up to this, didn't he?! I'll kill him!"

"I'm afraid you won't get that chance." The vampire responded, uncaring of the thief's obvious dislike of their host as he sank his fangs into her pale neck. Her blood wasn't human, that much he could tell from the taste. It was purer, without the sulfuric tang he was use to. A liver eater, he thought, the woman growing limp and cold in his hands. No wonder she was somewhat reminiscent of Marcy Devenmor.

With the deed done, Russell let the thief drop to the floor, her form lifeless and skin paper white. It was almost difficult to believe she'd been standing upright only moments ago, intending on taking the life of the very woman who had led her to her own death.

"We make quite the team, Nina." He smiled, this one absent of his fangs. "I look forward to part two of this plan of yours."
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« Reply #49 on: March 01, 2014, 12:44:49 am »
“You like my suit?”  Gabrielle smiled at the backhanded compliment, his free hand touching the lapel.  “I have a dozen like it.  When it comes to fashion I’m afraid I’m terribly unoriginal.”

He’d answer the other part of the question.  “I do a little of everything.”  He owned the place so that was the nature of the beast. “I manage the guest list.  Right now I am a tour guide it would seem.”

Gabrielle wasn’t blind to the action near the bar, but Lisa didn’t scream or cry his name. If she had, he would have turned.  The music pulsed on and Gabrielle’s footsteps moved with the pattern of the lights as they went to the stairwell.  Nina and Russell were not hovering on the landing.  He couldn’t hear their footfalls either as he let one hand push open the steel and ushered Marcy through to the foyer.

He glanced back before letting the door close.  He made a sharp hand gesture towards the bartender. A point towards the floor.  Eye contact made with the bouncer, and a command given with a nod of his head.  The lion might find the scruff of his neck grabbed if he persisted in playing, but it wouldn’t be Gabrielle that removed the hair from his head, or his head from his body.  The soul eater wasn’t into blood and it was difficult to clean in any case.

“Right this way,” Gabrielle said, returning his attention to Marcy in the dim light of the stairwell.  “We’ll go to the second floor.”  His boots would hiss against the concrete stairs.  In the encased chamber the air musty and cool.  Gabrielle was eager to return to the heated warmth of the floor and the less industrial part of the building.  White paint and metal held little allure.  The music could still be heard in the form of muffled chords and vocals as his feet touched carpet once again on the second floor landing.  “Some of this is storage, some office space.  I have a small recording studio at the far end.”

No overhead lights turned on as he walked, triggered by heat and movement.  The street lights cast a glow through the windows, but they offered only a touch of illumination.  Gabrielle didn’t fumble for the wall switch, understanding the Marcy preferred the dark.  He paused and listened.  They were not alone on the floor.  Two others were present at least. 

Gabrielle’s voice was low as he asked, “What would you like to see first?”
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« Reply #50 on: March 01, 2014, 11:59:14 am »
There was new fire on his yellow sight when she fell on the glass and took his body to her without much protest. There was something about the way someone could revel in punishment. She was serving a patronage of creatures that lived on others, perhaps she had to be part masochist to even apply. Ellian liked that thought and she smelt well of the chemicals the body invented upon the stress of glass shards in the flesh around the spine. It wasn't really bravery if she liked it, it couldn't be, but she was special, at the very least.

He laid down on her, chest to mash against hers. "I like the way pleasure mutes you." he said to the side of her face. He'd been known to whisper in his clever moments. It would not be so clever to lower your voice her and now, even this close, with music hungry to swallow everything it could. His shoulders rolled, out of rhythm, asymmetric, to force her firmer against the crystal bits. The foot of the late glass had elegantly placed itself right side down on the floor beside them, which meant what was left of the leg was sticking up.

Ellian took her wrist. "I will give you more." When he lifted her limb she knew, he could see it in they gyers of her eyes. He slammed down, clapping her knuckles on the floor and adorning the back of her forearm with a lance that would have been clear, if not for its dark coat that turned a burning ruby when strobes hit it. With her suicide vein pierced she would give a show for sure. The lion turned back from her broken skin to look at her, to lap it all in, her billowing hurt, but found himself robbed of the pretty moment. He frowned as something five fold took him by the back of his neck. Ellian and his long legs went limb as the bouncer lifted him off, cussing at the sudden dead weight.

This was an impressive man. In a place where monsters gathered, it could be a merit to be a leviathan. Ellian understood the train of thought of whoever hired the help here. Beautiful peddlers of poisons, Lisa on the floor, and gigantic guards. After all, beside their immortality, hadn't the totem pride his tribe had worshiped been exceptional partially because of their size? Ah, but this brute, like the woman who found herself run through by half a glass had their shortcomings when compared to the legendary cats of his homeland. Such clever casting would prove to be too simple. Ellian's feet dangled as he looked at the mask of anger adorning the giant's features. A threat. This was troublesome only because of the lion's reflex to stay limb when the skin of his neck was tucked in the back.

"You are strong and huge. It would have served you well in any life worth living." Ellian said. The music might have washed away the intricacies that made tangible words. Enough sentiment was displayed on the bushy brows of the hanging cat that he might be understood, anyway. There was a reply brewing on the guard's lips. Ellian's face split as it shot out. Large jaws bent back, inverting his head to a glistening hill of tongue and teeth and black hollow at the center. The forward whip of his neck collided the trap to the surprise of the guard. With an echoing clap, dull and wet, Ellian clipped the surprise right off, leaving a balled hole where only the top of the guard's scalp and the curve to connect it to his spine remained. Spasms took the meaty body to the floor and Ellian, who was taller than most, stood when his naked toes reached the floor. The lion chewed, the crush of cranium entertaining him as he straddled Lisa again. His chin dripped onto her face. He'd missed the initial agony of her stuck limb, of course.

He was disappointed but full of fire. Ellian bent down to lift her blouse. She was kept in place by his sitting on her stomach, that he may lift the cloth to wipe his face clean, though he'd still have a beard of blood when he was done. It resulted in a somewhat demeaning state of her uniform. Strange, because cats are vain. "I think there will be more rude interruptions before we can have our play." he muttered, teeth clean as he looked around and took her face in his palm, holding her down. He clicked his tongue as a challenge for the surroundings and whatever other giants might come to avenge the first one, then he turned his wrist and disconnected Lisa's uppermost vertebrae without the courtesy of a glance. When he stood he had the diamond in his pocket.

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« Reply #51 on: March 02, 2014, 11:53:24 am »
She liked being lead by a stranger into a strange place and the angel seemed comfortable with leading. It was his place, after all.

She leaned against his side until they reached the second floor. Dark corners and long shadows. A thump made the presence of death known in a room nearby and a murmured voice followed. Marcy smiled. The vampire was not the only one looking forward to part two of Nina’s plan- whatever plan it might be. She doubted the essence eater would expect the chaos that had likely bloomed on the first floor of this building but Marcy never underestimated the woman’s ability to adapt to new situations either. Would tonight be the night she got that kiss?

Marcy turned, body leaving Gabrielle’s side in order to stand in front of him, her back to the voices. Her hand had taken his, her fingers feeling the inside of his palm before curling with his fingers. “I think the game has ended already.” She smiled wide, teeth white and eyes seeming to have their own light. An illusion of lenses. Her mother had always liked flare. If you weren’t trying, you were failing- Mrs. Devenmore often said.

Marcy didn’t always try, she might admit. More often than not she just showed up and went with whatever happened. She was like the little mermaid, after the prince fell in love with another woman and the mermaid chose her own death over the death of his love. She was the foam on the ocean waters, dragged about and pulled into smaller and smaller pieces of herself. She would chose to be foam over a princess any day. The foam was real. No pretend, no fake smiles, just bubbles of scum pushed across the surface.

She looked down at his hand, the one she was holding. Her thumb ran over the back of his knuckles. Perhaps Gabrielle was the princess. He did seem to hide things. Many things. Some princesses had plans and some had secrets. Nina was the sort with a plan and Gabrielle seemed to be the sort with secrets. Marcy enjoyed both, whispered things that they were. She loved a good whisper.

She lifted his hand, to hold it with both of hers. She brought it up and leaned her face forward to brush her lips against his knuckle, eyes still looking back at him. “How will they split a diamond?” Mary thought aloud before her lips pulled at the corner into a mischievous smile. “How will you pay them if the lion already took the rock?” Her voice had dropped into a whisper against his skin then.

Fenton had followed up the stairs. Always at least half a floor behind. It was surprising how quiet a man of his size could be. A few had looked at him, expecting him to intervene with the mayhem the flesh eater brought to the club floor. They were left disappointed when he turned away from the scene to follow her and her new companion upstairs.

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« Reply #52 on: March 02, 2014, 04:42:51 pm »
There were steps from the stairway. Those steps ended prematurely, though, and bodies moved to a lower floor rather than come and disturb what was occurring on the third floor. Nina was only just composing herself again as Millicent cursed them both. Russell silenced her before any more foul words could escape her lips, and Nina smiled in satisfaction. It wasn’t her meal, but it was one step closer to it.

She was dropped, and Nina’s gaze followed it. When Russell spoke, they snapped back up to him. She smiled, and the light began to build around her again. Her eyes returned to their more natural orange hue.
“Part two,” Nina said, “You may have Fenton if you like. I really just need someone to dispose of him,” she walked around Millicent’s body, “and I get Marcy.” Yes, she’d been waiting for far too long.

“Let’s see what the thief’s options were before we leave, though.”
Nina was curious what Gabrielle had in his safe. He was correct, money was always good for their kind, and Nina wouldn’t mind actual cash. She so rarely had it on hand, she usually just took it from the people she chose to seduce and drain. In this way, Millicent counted, and the spoils of war were now whatever was in the safe.

The office was elegant, simple. White. Nina ignored the nuances of it and knelt instead before the safe. She began shuffling items out that didn’t interest her, mostly papers which her eyes assessed as useless financial dribble. One paper did catch her interest, though, if only for the name Millicent Brown. Gabrielle’s name, too, was right at the top.
‘As always?’ Yes. This was that wonderful ‘list’ he spoke of. Russell’s name was here, too. Another copy of that list. “Oh, I guess you might be a target next,” Nina knew her own name wouldn’t be on there, or at least, he had said it wouldn’t be. He could lie.

She offered the list out to Russell if he wanted it. If he did not, she would let it fall to the floor after a couple of seconds as she resumed her search.


‘There we are.’
Money and jewels. Nina grasped the bills first, counted them out, split them, and set half away from herself and half at her side. She did not hide it yet. She would hide it within her leather jacket when she returned to get that. The same couldn’t be said of the shiny red jewel set in a pendant. ‘This looks special.’ Even if it wasn’t, Nina wanted it. She could say she took it off the body of Millicent herself. It seemed all the stones in the safe were embedded in jewelry already. It was a touch disappointing. Nina would have liked to find another loose thing.

Right now, it found a home over her chest, the chain clasped around her neck easily enough. She moved a few other jeweled items out, and away, to show they did not interest her if Russell wanted them. In the end, her pickiness got the better of her, and she decided only the one pendant and the cash.
“Anything you like?” She asked him. She’d shuffle all the rest of it back into the safe.

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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #53 on: March 03, 2014, 10:12:13 am »
"You may have Fenton if you like. I really just need someone to dispose of him,"

Fenton, the large, imposing, silent fellow. He would be a bit more difficult to deal with, especially in comparison to the much smaller thief. It didn't help that Russell didn't care much for the taste of a man's blood either. Women were preferable, their skin softer, their scent much more pleasant, and their blood was sweeter. Men also required more brute force, and while it was something Russell possessed it also meant the kills could be messier, something the vampire disliked. He preferred his kills to be as clean as possible. Blood and effort are such terrible things to waste.

"I'll dispose of the human, in exchange for at least a taste of Miss Devenmor. I won't kill her, of course, but if I am to get my hands dirty for you, I'd prefer a bit more compensation." Russell responded. If they did indeed get their hands on Marcy, he wanted the satisfaction of knowing he got a taste of her that the lion would never have.

He raised a pale brow as Nina searched through the safe removing a paper that suggested he was a target on a supposed list. Her hand offered it to him, and he took it, looking the paper over. Gabrielle's name was at the top of it and then he saw it, what Nina had pointed out, his own name written there, including the surname he hadn't given out. Although, it wasn't surprising that Gabrielle knew it. They had met before and business dealings usually required stating such information.

After giving the list another look over, Russell pocketed it in his suit jacket. He noticed the lack of Nina's name on the list but decided not to pry. He figured it might have had to do with her leather jacket and the word soul pinned to it, something he garnered, she was not.

Nina was continuing to look through the safe, her hands shifting through bills before finding the glittering jewelry contained there as well. She seemed to fancy a red pendant, quick to fasten it around her neck without much hesitation. Afterwards, she continued searching, seeming to set aside things that Russell could take if he wanted, seeing as she didn't appear to want them.

A bunch of women's jewelry, the vampire didn't see much use for it. He supposed, had he been human, it would have proved more useful. Glittering golds and shiny stones seemed to catch female attention easily enough and made persuasion and manipulation easier. However, Russell was talented enough at such things that he didn't need the assistance. Thus, he ignored most of it, deciding the fresh taste of blood still on his lips was more than enough payment.

He did, however, grab the money Nina had set aside away from herself. "This will be enough. Unfortunately, such jewelry doesn't flatter me as much as it does you." He smiled then. "That's quite a pendant. The color is lovely." Red, a color he loved to savor.

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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #54 on: March 03, 2014, 10:18:16 pm »

Marcy wasn’t as much interested in a tour as she’d claimed.  In the corridor she paused and didn’t point to a destination as Gabrielle requested.  She held his hand and offered a kiss, causing him to look back at her curiously.  She didn’t seem to be afraid to meet his gaze, hinting she either knew little about soul eaters or simply wasn’t afraid of him.  He wasn’t sure which answer he preferred.

“The game is never over,” Truism, and not just about the current situation.  His smile warmed a touch under the contact, her breath adding to the sensations on his skin.  He wasn’t immune to attention.  Her whispers felt like flattery and Gabrielle would be the first to admit that vanity was a weakness of his.

At first he didn’t move away.  One shoulder leaned against the hallway wall, his own fingers clenched so she couldn’t release his easily.   She had a glow about her, similar to Nina’s, but different.  Attractive, and yet he didn’t feel the same urges as he looked down at the small woman before him.  As before the impulse to spend time was more protective then lustful.  He kept the talk flirtatious and light.  “I wouldn’t want to make Fenton jealous.”  A wink before he deliberately disentangled their fingers and he moved farther away from the stairwell door, conscious of the fact that her companion liked to keep Marcy in his line of sight.  He’d dislike explaining that he had no designs on the liver eater at the moment, while having his head bashed in.

“I don’t think Nina likes to share. But, she may have creative thoughts in mind with Russell.”  He did his best not to consider what that might be.  Tried not to remember she’d invited the vampire over for a drink in front of him.  “And if they have to wrestle the bounty from the lion it works in my favor. I’d prefer not to deal with him myself, and if I want to live to dawn someone will have to deal with him.”

Gabrielle moved to the door beneath his office, 2B.  He looked up, perhaps sensing the action through the floor.  The faint vibration of feet.  He opened the door, but didn’t turn on the light.  The safe here was a similar large black floor to ceiling vault.  Knowing the shape and forms within he could tell it wasn’t open.

“Perhaps we could make a side deal.  An extension of the game, for vengeance has its own rewards.  If Ellian kills me, will you kill him?  Payback for saving your life all those years ago?”  Gabrielle crooked his finger towards Marcy as he took a step backwards into the shadows of the empty office.  Even the light fabric of his suit would not stand out if the door to the room were closed.  Black would rule.  The cool air would take its own form.  With sight gone, hearing and touch would dominate, assuming hands would link once again in the darkness. 

“You used your borrowed time well, didn’t you Marcy?  You enjoyed life and what it had to offer?”  The smile would fade and even the glossy teeth would be hidden in the dark.  “In turn I could make a pledge to you.  Do  something I don’t think Fenton could do.”  His voice dropped low to a whisper again. “If Nina kills you.  I will kill her.”
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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #55 on: March 04, 2014, 07:30:50 pm »
There was a small puddle of eyes catching light even when the effects mounted to the ceiling had passed them by. These eyes were yellow as well. Another shade, Ellian would say. A stronger taste on these orbs, the muscles of the irises wrought with black strings to expand the pupils. He saw the bearers as their shoulders rolled in their pursuit to come closer, through the worming crowd. He stared back, breathing red o the exhales. Excitement and fear in his bloodstream, concocting and inventing a familiar blend of adrenaline.

The pack stood before him, half circle. Ellian remembered that the moon had a similar formation during his most memorable meeting with sometimes furry, sometimes bald beasts. Some of them measured him, wondered about him. Others looked at the bodies that were slumbering without snoring. He smelt like cat to them, no doubt, but he wasn't their category of monster. He was like this, always - made by his own fate. His being wasn't one of a kind, but he wasn't the product of some contagion either, not the way they were. His totem hadn't spread by entering him, it had become anew. One for one.

There was a woman, a lion-wolf, in the center. The title of leader would always resound with Lion to Ellian. It was the hierarchy he knew. She was the strongest by the concentrated scent of protein fibers she wore. She did not stand first. A good leader. The quarry here wasn't enough to risk herself for. This wasn't a battle where she needed to prove herself and remind her underlings of anything. This was just stealing from something that wore an ancient fragrance. Ellian wanted to assert himself without having to engage all of them. He kicked the face- almost headless guard so the leaking body would scoot closer to them.

It made them wilder though they didn't move. In human form they could be calm until they couldn't. They were the same amount of ballistic, but the reaction would be delayed until its plateau. Before then, the human shell concealed most of their frustration. If they came at him as naked meat, nomatter their enhanced strength, Ellian would eat them. If they turned, they would have three things to eat. His excitement translated into added glow in his own eyes.

She roared. Her mouth was filling with teeth, gargling her sound.

The others hunched. Their humpbacks grew. Ellian could feel his lips slide up and back slowly. He roared too, his throat infinitely better designed for such bravado than her human pipe. Then he swung his body down and out, claws catching the dead guard and tossing him into the bubbling, frenzying puddle of almost-dogs. A boot hit the Lion-wolf in her head and she stared at him dumbly for a second. She divined over his fate then, weighed the chaos that would come from a match that would end up with his death, but decided to take the peace-offering.

The pack imploded to where the guard had landed. Ellian looked back at Lisa while the sounds of slurped sinew grew louder than the music to him. He hissed in his own frustration and lifted her too, over his head, and arched her into the middle of the feeding. Ellian wiped his chin free of red and jumped into that bustling gathering of still-human monsters. He bounced off the back of one of the larger wolves, sure he heard a rib crack. The stomp pivoted him into the dancing mass where he made himself scarce, rubbing against heated others for comfort and consolation. Cats are survivors.

And also vengeful, some of them.

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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #56 on: March 04, 2014, 09:39:44 pm »
Marcy was smiling again, excited and entranced by his direction of conversation. He didn’t know her so well after all, and that was exciting. A pact? She laughed when he offered to kill Nina for her. “So even angels lie.” She noted, taking a step forward to the edge of his shadow and head tipping to one side gently, as though she understood reasons for falsehood. “If you kill Nina one day it will be because you desire it and have nothing to do with whether or not she kills me.” Her hands touched the frame of the office door and her body leaned in, her face and shoulders dipping into that thicker darkness that he had fallen back into. “I rather suspect you would help her if she asked it. That mouth of death is hard to resist and wouldn’t you love to see it asking of you?”

She tipped her head back and her pale eyes stared into the dark, finding his even when she could not see them. Could he kill her in the dark? Would he starve to death without light to see by? “Don’t mistake my life for yours.” She advised with care. “I cherish the moment we were thrown together but if you want credit for the time I have lived since then, shouldn’t you also be charged with the weight of my crimes in those years?” She held out her hand to him again, a sign of friendship perhaps. Hopeful even when she rejected his offer.

“I am not a vengeful creature.” She explained almost apologetically and, with her arm still out to seek his, she sunk the rest of her body into the sea of shadows. It wrapped around her like the arms of a never forgotten lover, whispering in her ear. ‘Someday.’ The same voice that had threatened sweetly when she was drowning in that pool. The same that had whispered her name more than a dozen other times. The first time she ever heard it, she had been nine years old. The breathy call of death was a friend, close by at all times.

Her hand would find his, squeezing with apology and lingering for the familiarity of monsters in the dark. “When I die, it will be my own doing because all I have done has lead me to it. And the beast that kills me will one day be killed as well. It is the fate we have chosen for ourselves.” She whispered because that was the best thing to do in the dark.

She believed what she said, that she wasn’t vengeful. Her parents might have disagreed. It hadn’t seemed like they had enjoyed things when she switched their roles around. Her father had actually cried when she cut him open. What liars they had always been. But she had loved them the way only a daughter could and finally she had been able to repay all of their affection over the years of the her childhood.

She smiled, wide and wicked. Would he see it? “But if you have plans to kill someone while we’re living and can enjoy it...” Her hand, the one not entwined with his, found his chest in the dark. Fingers and palm searching for a heart. She found his collar and started to trail down when the first roar vibrated through the floor beneath them above the hum of the music. It sent chills through her body, her eyes wider for the excitement such a sound caused. The second roar came, so much louder than the first and she closed her eyes before a laugh bubbled up in her. “How many flesh eaters did you put in that room?” She giggled the question as though whatever chaos might ensue had been his intent.

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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #57 on: March 04, 2014, 09:54:04 pm »
Nina considered his words all the way to the safe, and while she shifted items back into it. A taste of Marcy? Now, that was a risk. Nina knew she’d execute the vampire on the spot if he did more than taste, but that would also mean she’d never get the woman’s essence. Essence couldn’t be split, it was an all-or-nothing game. “Flattery, flattery,” Nina chuckled. She hardly intended to keep the pendant, but if the vampire didn’t see the use of jewels to get his way, that was his choice. “I do like it.” Pendant and flattery both.

Once the safe was filled once more, Nina stood and turned to face the vampire.
“If you want a taste of Marcy, then Fenton has to die first,” she said, “What I take can’t be split quite like your blood so I would have to allow you first taste, lest you can drink of the dead.” If that were the case, she’d prefer that route, but she had a feeling that wasn’t preferable to Russell.

Her tone held all of her dislike for the idea, but a willingness to work with it.

She would not make the verbal threat that if he killed Marcy, his own life was forfeit. It was unnecessary; she’d feign faith in him for now.
“Though if I consider it, Marcy is not good at looking out for her own life. You may be able to bargain with her and get just a taste without needing to worry Fenton.” It was the game Nina intended to play. All it would take would be one kiss, and she could so easily entice Marcy into that. Jewels would help. “Offer your own liver and trick her,” Nina shrugged. It’d be simple enough, really. “Though I’d more than happily help you acquire a third meal, if you have someone in mind besides my Marcy.” Yes, her Marcy. She didn't wait to hear what else he might accept, though.

Nina would just never play that game of trying to trick Marcy by offering her own liver. It’d be such an obvious lie. She’d offer material things, things that caused her no harm to part with—things she could steal back from a corpse.

She slipped by him, out of the room and to the corpse. There was a knife, and instinct told her knives were useful. It went well with the image the leather jacket provided, and so she pressed it against the money as she walked then to the stairwell. Her jacket was still there, and she slipped it on. Money and knife went into an inner pocket.

A roar shattered her thoughts. It clearly came from the floor where she’d left everyone else. Cheer darkened.
‘Son of a bitch.’ Chaos had occurred. No doubt, one of them decided not to play the game, and she had a good idea of who it was. Was the diamond she’d earned taken?

Nina did not look to see if the vampire would follow, but jumped the railing of the stairs and found herself on the base floor in seconds. She pushed the doors opened and pushed energy to the surface. Her eyes soon landed upon the hoard of messy eaters, and the dancers that were only just starting to recognize what was going on. There were screams. There was a fight about to break out, and dancers starting to run for the exits. In the chaos, she saw the head of the Lion, and decided to brave the stampede to get to the one who, no doubt, started it all.

He looked so collected, after all.


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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #58 on: March 05, 2014, 01:32:27 pm »
The way she spoke, it was obvious Nina didn't care for Russell's requirement. She probably hadn't predicted it, not the same she seemed to have predicted everything else. He had worked so well in her favor after all, without any complaint. Why throw in a wrench now?

Of course the body guard had to die first. He was an utter annoyance alive, a giant wall of flesh that did nothing more than be that very wall. Still, it wasn't a wall that would tumble easily. The vampire almost clicked his tongue at the thought of physical confrontation. It wasn't beyond him, it never had been, but it was inelegant.

"I'm uncertain of your knowledge of vampire lore, but we prefer blood to be alive. Dead, it becomes rather tasteless." Russell responded, despite what he knew Nina would have preferred. She really didn't seem to care for this situation. Her lack of trust was almost obvious.

Well, he couldn't blame her. He hardly seemed trustworthy nor did she. They merely worked together for the benefit of each other, nothing more.

She tried to worm her way around the unpleasantness, their bit of teamwork seeming to sour just a bit. He was beginning to wonder why Nina wanted Marcy Devenmor so much. What was it about the liver eater that was so special that she'd go to such lengths? Obviously it wasn't her human counterpart, who, despite attaching herself so well to earlier, she was willing to now throw away with ease. His minor curiosity only made the Devenmor's blood that more enticing. Maybe then, he'd know what was so special about her.

"Hm. I don't believe it would be so simple. Perhaps, if I was the lion, it might be so, but I believe Miss Devenmor would see right through me." He answered, now at the edge of the room, watching her kneel near the now dead Millicent. He leaned against the door frame, the action almost casual. "I'll stand by my previous offer."

It was then that he heard it, the loud sound below, and his posture stiffened, straightening, alert. Nina was quick, rushing past him and over the stair railing. It was quite a feat for someone who wanted him to take care of the stoic bodyguard. The smell was far more overwhelming than the sound. Blood, fresh, an obvious waste by the sheer power of it. Such a thing could only indicate one creature.

The cat. What an annoyance.

Pale eyes narrowed, Russell took to the stairs, not quite as quick as Nina, but far quicker than when he had ascended them. Below the sounds continued, sharp, ugly noises of animals gone mad. Under different circumstances, Russell would have stayed away, not wishing to see such a sight that could produce such a wasteful smell. However, their game hadn't ended and the real prize had yet to be claimed.

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Re: Famine Fever
« Reply #59 on: March 05, 2014, 04:00:55 pm »
It seemed Marcy would refuse his offer.  “Not everything in life is choice.  Some is ordained.”  But one could still have vengeance against a higher power.  Daily he pulled against the chains that bound him, but his survival instinct always ruled.  He’d never considered choosing death.  Didn’t consider it now.

Gabrielle could believe that Marcy didn’t hunt out of spite.  Her choices were likely more opportunities than plan.  Was that wrong?  No.  Just different.  It disappointed him all the same.  He took her hand in the dark.  The door behind her closed as she fully entered the room.  He preferred the light but was condemned to the blackness that now surrounded him.   As it was she wouldn’t be able to see the disappointment in his eyes.

When you are gone, no one will miss you.  No one will care.

He wasn’t accountable for her actions.  “Free will has a bit more to do with it.” Nor did he judge those around him.  In her case he took an opportunity to do good and didn’t consider the consequences.  Marcy’s killings were on another sort of list.

He felt her second hand rise up and touch his collar.  Instinct warned that he didn’t know where her knife was, but he didn’t feel vulnerable.  His own powers were not muted by the shadows - in fact just the opposite was true.   Gabrielle inched his hip closer to hers, his arm went around her waist.  He should take the opportunity to kiss her and vent some of the angst he was feeling, but for some reason he hesitated.

And then the moment was broken. The roar could be heard below.  He felt the racing heartbeats as they soaked the ceiling, floor and soles of his boots.   Marcy seemed to find it humorous.  Gabrielle’s answer was deadpan, recalling words of others, “I stacked the deck.  You know – me and my cards…”

He didn’t rush out.  Not much downstairs he could do.  He suspected that his orders over Lisa had been ignored.  Had there been light Marcy might have seen a twinge of regret on Gabrielle’s face.

“I do have plans tonight.  A list I work from.  But it is work.”  He did what he could to make it play, but it never fully satisfied.

Gabrielle didn’t get to explain more.  There was a knock on the door.  Three taps, firm and quick.  Fenton perhaps, but he couldn’t be sure.  He’d let the woman in his arms decide if she wanted to answer it.