Beware the Devil Woman.

Continuing on from “Dream Lover”, Nick has found the woman of his dreams.  But just as he thinks he is close…he couldn’t be more further away.

Co-written with SA.

 

SA:  Her fingertips kept moving along his chest gently, caressing his muscles under their feather-like touch, colder than ice, bringing both hands to his chest to only slowly lift them upwards, to his shoulders – Feeling each inch of his body, in her attempt to relax him while asking her question, to which she only got a non verbal response. A gasp escaped her at the rough tug, feeling his hands gripping her ass cheeks only to push her form so bluntly against his, until their bodies impacted together hard, with an audible noise between them. Chest pressed onto his bare torso, her hands clenching into tiny fists only to then loop them securely around his neck and shoulders, one moving even more upwards to clasp some of his raven strands between her long, slender digits. The kiss – That damned kiss of hers, scolding hot in comparison with the coldness of her body, those lips, scarlet and full, plump and sensually shaped now being genuinely molded with his, once more, only to let him know that the night they spent last night was no dream at all. To break apart from such a kiss seemed like an impossible task and yet she managed to, merely an inch away from his lips as they still brushed together ever so slightly as she mused out. “Why did you search for me…?” Sophia was genuinely surprise that he did. It was something new, something she never really experienced before – To be ~chased~. Usually, she would be the Predator chasing her Prey, the Crow chasing her Butterfly. Had the roles switched? Had she become the Butterfly?

 

RB: – The answer lay within her heated kiss.  Right there, he felt that same passion that had been ignited only in what he thought was a dream.  But this was no dream.  The room was not of her making, and there were no illusions.  She…was very real.  Feeling her hands weave their way around his neck to help secure her to him, he was reminded of how well their bodies molded together.  Almost like they were fused into one being – just for the shortest of time.  And so the moth entered the flame, and the rage that had been built over the last half hour started to ebb away, like the waves withdrawing from the sandy shore.  Only when she broke the kiss, and their lips were just touching; did Nick close his eyes and find an inner peace.  He still maintained his grip upon her.  One hand clutching her ass, the other now strumming the back of her neck – a favorite place where he loved to touch her.  Her whispered words begged the question…~Why search for me?~  The answer was so very simple.  That word that they shared, the same one they said to each other when they had fed on each other’s beings, kept playing over and over and over in his head.  It was the reason he left the kingdom behind.  It was the reason he was standing here holding her now.  Nick’s eyes slowly opened as he continued to nuzzle her with his nose and lips.  “You’re mine…”  –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  That was a surprise, even for her, even for the Crow – To hear those so very possessive words muttered out by him even made her freeze in place, incapable of any other movement as she simply stood in front of him, her lips parted slightly as if wanting to speak, though there was no sound to come out, only a short lived inhalation of surprise. Her arms came back down from their coiled state around his neck only to rest at her sides, before her whole body turned around, as she’d eventually escape his grip. “Yours…?” She repeated, as another question rested on the tip of her tongue while pivoting on heels to turn around and walk over to the window. Her arms did something he hadn’t seen her doing so far – They hooked around her own form, embracing herself tightly while her head canted downwards, seemingly staring outside to the snow-topped mountains. There was silence – No light but the moonlight, creating a dim glow which contoured her perfect silhouette, back turned to face him while she faced the outdoors.

 

RB: –  It was not the reaction he was expecting.  He was so sure that when they had been together that she said that same word.  That he was hers.  Nick believed whole heartedly that she was now his.  To feel her almost recoil was like a sharp slap on the face.  At first he didn’t know how to take it.  Watching her as she held herself within her own embrace.  Walking away from him towards the bedsit window as though to contemplate the gravity of his words.  Nick turned so he was now side on, his head turned towards her silhouette that was bathed only in the moon’s rays.   “You changed me.  That night, I have relived over and over in my head.  Sophia, I know I was more than just a meal to you.”  Nick still bore a dark expression.  His emotions now all over the place.  The vampire crossed the room to stand in behind her. As much as he wanted to touch her again, he refrained, as he made his point known.  “I am yours as much as you are mine.”  She was so deeply bound inside him that being this close to her was the closest he ever felt to being whole.  –

 

 

SA:  There were many who fell in love with the Wraith – Many who became entranced with her, after the first encounter – many more who promised her all the world’s jewels or the world itself, only to forget everything the moment the illusion shattered around them, the moment they were free from her embrace. Nobody actually took the effort to chase her down, nobody took the effort to try and relieve the night she gave them – but him. Why did he? Sophia had no answers to her question, even though he spoke the truth, the Wraith was incapable of understanding the meaning which lied behind those words. “This isn’t supposed to happen…” She wasn’t even able to grasp the sentence fully, when a wave of pain shocked through her body, from the inside out, making her yelp out suddenly. It was so odd to see a woman like her in actual pain, such agony that it made her lose balance and fall to one knee, one hand gripping at the middle of her chest while the other gripped the edge of the window, for support. Something went wrong – Like a short-circuit in her functioning system, for she was, indeed, more of a machine than a real woman.

 

RB: – How could she say that it wasn’t supposed to happen?  Surely she knew, since she herself said that the cards never lied.  He never lied.  From the moment that he sat down at that table and accepted her game.  Nick had to have done something that no other man had done before.  Was this so shocking?  The vampire brought nothing with him, but the clothes on his back and the card.  The card of strength, that she herself had given him.  He was not offering her gifts of untold wealth, castles in the sky.  He offered her the one thing he had power over.  Himself.  The will to find her and know the truth had been all encompassing.  “Before I met you, I was only hungry for blood of the living.  Then you…”  his voice trailed off as he watched her suddenly grip her chest and fall to one knee. In an instant he sped to her side, and caught her up in his powerful arms as thought he thought she was going to faint.  Nick held her close to him as he walked her to the bed in the centre of the room, and laid her down upon it – his face etched with concern.  Did he cause this?  The beast in him could be cruel, and deadly in one moment, and then tender and caring the next.  He reached up to brush her hair back from the black blindfold that covered her dazzling eyes.  The ones that stared at him unblinking in his dreams. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  That was when it all came down to the very moment of her collapsing into his arms, her body now resembling something that could even be categorized as frail, fragile. A fragile China doll, about to shatter in pieces, shaking and shivering in the male’s arms as arms came to loop around his neck in a sudden instinct to hold onto something, anything, those limbs shivering slightly against his flesh. He could feel her, looking at him even beneath that black mask which hid azure hues, he could feel her burning gaze on him, chilling him to the bone – She was pleading. “Don’t go… Please…” It was such an odd sight to see a woman who seemed so strong all throughout their little game since the Reading and until this very moment to appear so frail now, pleading for his company. When she was settled against the mattress, there was an audible sigh which escaped her, a pained sound as she curled up into a ball on her side, until nothing else was to be heard. To recognize whether or not she was asleep or even actually dead was a complex task, given her lack of breath, the way her chest remained still, immobile and without any respiratory function, making her appear fully dead now, that there was no sound coming from her. At all. Intuition was key in order to determine the fact that she was actually asleep, falling into a blackout state of exhaustion as only the digits of one alabaster pale limb moved in the air slightly, as she slept.

 

 

RB:  It was hard to describe the feeling, when this bewitching woman whose power was so great that it had harnessed him – was now begging him not to leave her.  Didn’t she just walk away from him when he said that she was his?  Sending out such messages that it was confusing.  Pushing away, then pulling him back.  What could he do but stand over her as she let fatigue wash over her.  Nick stood there, his lips drawn into a thin line.  The woman looked so frail, so delicate in this state.  Silver eyes swept over her form, and watched as her chest failed to move.  Acting almost as though she was a corpse – devoid of life.  Nick’s head tilted slightly before he let out an exasperated sigh, bringing his hand up to sweep back his wayward locks from his eyes.  He had travelled so far, and finally caught up with her – but so many things were unsaid between them.  So many things he wanted to say, to express.  Now she was out to the count.  Locked within her own being, be it from lethargy or something else.  Surprising since she had just fed.  The change in her was clear when she walked in the door.  Had something he said triggered this reaction?  He kept asking himself, why?  Sophia wanted this…she had to.  The wraith told him that he was hers.  He was only telling her that he felt the same way, yet it was wrong. Spinning on the ball of his right heel, he wandered over to the window and leaned to touch his forehead to the chilled glass.  His nails scratched downward creating an awful sound, that mimicked how he felt inside.  Being ripped apart by this bevy of emotions.  He’d left everything behind for her….was it for nothing? –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  To see a Wraith asleep was such an odd sight to see. There was an odd feeling of peace to her, to the way Sophia slept, when she barely got sleep at all, usually – To her, sleep was not something she truly needed except from moments of full exhaustion, which now made her appear so… alive. Curled up in a ball in a fetal position, like a small child trying to fall asleep, she looked so peaceful – unbothered by anything in the world, when, in her mind, she was going through Hell. Sleep. Most welcome it as a completely natural state of being, a state of being in which mind creates temporary relaxation upon body and ones guard drops, leaving themselves open for a sudden attack – Most of the times, there was no attack – But a perpetual feeling of apparent peace dominating upon body and mind and spirit, in between, like a constant balance between them both. In sleep, people allow their minds to take control, control which installs such things the vast majority categorizes as dreams and yet, dreams were more than just simple, fickle imagery of one’s mind – Oh, no. Dreams were much, much more that just that. Nightmares, now, nightmares were something far different, a very different stage of dreaming – One, foolish enough to do so, would believe that nightmares were nothing but another form of dreams, just a state created by one’s own mind and yet, there was something else to it, in addition. Such an odd visage. Snap. It was an audible snap as if bones cracked, followed by a loud, agonizing scream that could be heard through the entire rundown tavern. A scream which made everything FREEZE, just for a second. The scream of a frightened woman, waking up from a nightmare. Or so, it seemed. Azure eyes burned brightly, deeply as she looked around her surroundings only to recognize the visage of her own room in the castle, recognizing the Tavern she was in. One hand moved up instantly to her black mask, making sure it was perfectly placed over her eyes, hiding them from view of others. Paranoia, going haywire as she shook from each inch of skin.

 

RB:  Those two hours that Sophia slept, the vampire hardly moved from his place by the window.  As though the moon’s view might in some way bring him solace for the way he was feeling.  Every now and again, he turned his head back to the sleeping woman, but she made no sound, nor moved at all.  He made a silent promise that he would not leave her, and he didn’t.  Though when she awoke it was going to be hard to know what to do, or even what to say.  Though she still had this bizarre hold over him, he was starting to feel as though it was something that she did to all men.  Enslaving them in this sinister way.  Her blood pumping through his veins – so vital and addictive.  It was like she had harnessed his very core.  As he continued to stand at the window pane, there came a God awful cracking sound, like the splintering of bone.  It was sharp enough to make Nick snap his head around, since the noise was coming from the bed.  What came next was a blood curdling scream, that was so loud in pitch, that it tore right throughout the entire building.  Anyone with sensitive hearing would need to cover their ears to save themselves from damage.  Nick’s image instantly shifted across the room, like a blur as the very sheer veils around the bed were whipped up and then floated back down as he reached her side.  He wasn’t hovering over her, but he was damn close to it.  Watching as she pushed her hand up to the black bandanna that shielded her azure coloured eyes.  You could see the terror in her facial expression, the sheer agony of whatever it was that had brought about this shocking display.  Nick reached out and with the full size of his hand, placed it over her own to assure her that the bandanna never moved out of place.  “You’re safe.” Nick uttered, keeping his hand over hers. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  To an extent, she did this to all men, and not only men – It was her way of feeding, the Reading she performed being her way of actually choosing her victims, choosing the manifestation of Sin that she’d feed on. On many, she fed on Greed, Envy or Wrath, being the most common which she encountered towards her, and yet there were the very few she actually was impressed with, to choose Lust. To spend the night with them in a perpetual illusory state of mind, to offer them a night to never forget only to fill her own hunger. There were even fewer which managed to go past that level, their number barely managing to be counted on one hand. Nick was one of them – Impressing her throughout the Reading and to their oh so intimate private meeting to only break all the boundaries of true surprise when he followed her here. It was a shock, such a great shock that it massed up the natural balance of how things usually functioned, the system which she guided her action along with, the Woman who functioned so much like a Machine that it even needed to reboot. It was the only time he’d hear and see her breathing, her chest heaving sporadically and insanely strong with short lived gasps, breaths of air in such despair and agony that she’d almost lose it, soon enough. When she felt the hand onto her own, Sophia craned her head slightly to the side, looking at him beneath the mask to make grasp of his visage, close to her after such a nightmare. Instantly, she rushed into him, her body jumping upwards to bump against his, roughly pressing together, her head burying into his chest. Still shaking, still shivering – Still in such a fragile state.

 

RB:  Nick could feel the turn of her head.  See how it craned ever slightly towards him.  He knew she could see through the bandanna in a way that no one else could.  She could see straight through him.  His facial expression remained unchanged.  Deep concern shown through his black eyes as they narrowed.  To come from an almost breathless coma to this quivering and shaking being that was in a state of panic was alarming.  Nick had acted in a way to protect her in a sense.  Hope that she would not feel so naked without her black eye coverage.  What was surprising however was that she rushed at him – leaping from the bed in such a way that it nearly knocked him off his feet.  Nick staggered about with her now pressed hard against him.  Shaking and shivering as though feeling the death of cold.  But he knew it was fright.  The woman had always been cold to touch.  The vampire’s natural reaction was to envelope her in his arms –bringing her in to the safety of his hold.  Her head was nestled tight to his chest, and his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, slowly brushing his fingers down over her hair.  Sophia seemed to be so much smaller like this.  Delicate…fragile like a wild flower.  The protective side of the vampire came to the fore, and he released a low grumble like murmur that was a way to try and bring her some comfort.  Nick brought his chin down so it just touched the top of her head, and he closed his eyes, swaying her gently.  Hard to believe he had murdered an entire inn full of men just hours before, and yet was being so gentle with her now.-

 ~RB~

 

SA:  There was genuine fright in her actions, the way her body shivered, the way her flesh trembled against his. Genuine fright in her voice as it started breaking off even before she started to speak. Her hands came to his chest, clenching into small fists and gripping onto pieces of his shirt. “I feel.. so much pain…” Pause. She tried to gulp out gently, pushing down the node stuck along the column of her throat as she continued. “…he hurt me… I don’t remember.. I just feel the pain…” One of her hands slowly moved around to her front, gripping her own shirt in the middle of her chest, where the scar was – That small, vertical scar which was such a clean cut that it looked like an operation slice more than a brutal stab. She remained in his embrace, still shivering lightly yet beginning to slowly calm down after awhile, shivering much like a caged bird in the middle of winter.

 

RB:  Bewilderment soon changed to anger, when Nick heard that someone had hurt her.  A darkness not seen before started to appear in his eyes, and though he would never think to harm her, his grip around her became more intense.  Fingers almost twitching as he tried to absorb what she was saying.  Then she pulled on his shirt, her small hands closing into fists – her voice was shaking, stammering as though the words were too difficult to say.  “Who hurt you?”  His only words were a question that she may not even be able to answer.  Sophia then showed the mark that he had seen before on her chest that lay between her breasts.  So, she had been impaled by an object, possibly a sword of some description.  The swelling of anger was building deep inside him and it was hard to make it stop, till he felt her drawing back into him – continuing to shiver like a frightened bird.  Nick brought his hand around to place his fingers under her chin, in the effort to make her reveal her face to him.  She would be able to feel the sharp rise and fall of his chest, as he swore then and there that he would protect her from all men – regardless of who they were.  “No man will ever lay a hand on you again…so I swear.  They do…they die.”  He meant every word of it. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  She didn’t answer. To Sophia, it was more than a choice not to answer the man’s question in regards to ‘who’ actually caused the wound at the middle of her chest, but an incapability of knowledge, a lack of it – She didn’t answer because she didn’t have an actual answer for it, the memory of what actually happened years, centuries ago being a faded vision through her mind, one that she could not grasp yet but in small snips which transferred themselves in the shape of nightmares. Her body, so close pressed against him as if desiring his protection and warmth where there was now, her voice breaking off with each syllable and those trembling gasps she let out between her scarlet lips made her all the more fragile to him, a side of her which she hardly put on display for many – Slowly, without even noticing it, Sophia was opening up to him, letting Nick in on a territory he would never step onto again – The territory of the truth, behind this abnormal woman, letting him stand right in front of that scattered puzzle, as if inviting him to try and place the pieces together. A task nobody ever accomplished, so far. There was a sob, the moment his hand went up to place under her chin, a small sniffled breath followed by two solitary tears, rolling along her cheeks, from those masked orbs under the black bandana. How odd to see that her tears were perfectly normal, compared to how abnormal she was – Just two droplets of saltwater trailing down until they reached and caressed the man’s fingertips as they rolled off her chin in its angled position held by him. His words echoed through her mind as she slowly began to make full sense of her surroundings, the last images of her nightmare fading away, seeing him much clearer now. “Nick…” She murmured out, mostly to be certain herself that it was him, standing in front of her, holding her now. The only word she would have been able to whisper now.

 

RB:  The vampire towered over the diminutive wraith, his head bowed as he swore his undying oath to protect her from harm.  The most bizarre thing then occurred.  A great set of wings tore through his back and he had to suppress a roar of pain, though this was a natural part of his being.  Large leathery wings flapped out proudly, nearly touching the roof and the floor, before they started to enclose around them both.  It was his way of showing his true self – the real beast behind the man she knew.  His hot breath could be felt as he let his head lower and he began to kiss away the tears that were falling from her cheeks.  He was a such a contradiction.  This beast was being so protective of her, a clear sign that he was of a greater power than he truly let on before.  When Sophia whispered his name, he took this as acceptance of his oath.  He brought his forehead to touch hers once more, his arms tightening around her form as he brought her hard up against his bare torso.  His scent would be heady to her, if she remembered it from their last encounter.  Nick’s sharpened nails drew along her back, but not so much to scratch her – he’d never want to hurt her, especially now.  That word that he had said before and again was repeated.  “Mine.” 

 ~RB~

 

SA:  The wings were a nice added touch. It brought a surprise from her as her eyes roamed over the extra appendages, letting one arm extend out, brushing those soft fingertips of alabaster digits along its edges, feeling the feathers out ever so carefully. When they looped around the both of them so protectively, it only forced her body to press closer to his, her arms soon coming to wrap around his neck, in a possessive hold which only matched his. That word was muttered out, soon after, bringing a small murr out of her, a rumbled purring noise as her head moved in, only to allow their lips to press against each other. A deep, yet gentle kiss, lip on lip contact, mumbling into it gently. “Mine.”

 

RB:  There it was.  The word he had been waiting for, the one that he had heard her say in his mind over and over like it was a dream.  He knew now it was so very real.  She was his.  The kiss only sealed it .  Those soft lips that he had come to think of;  and cherish were now his once more.  “Sophia..” the word whispered as he broke the kiss, to look at her face one more time, before practically lifting her off her feet.  Nick started to kiss her again, only this time it was fueled by pride, and passion.  There was a rumbling sound from the pit of his stomach as it swelled up through him till reaching his throat.  Animal like and fierce.  The dominant nature now on display.  He was marking his territory by the way that he kissed her, so that she may never forget what had transpired between them.  No matter where she went, no matter what she did, Nick would be ever present.  She was his….and she knew full well by now, that he was hers.-

 ~RB~

 

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Dream Lover.

 

In a new arc, that is continuing on from “Checkmate”, it has been a month since Nick experienced the Wraith’s illusion of dinner.  What he thought was a dream had to be real, and he was determined to find her again.

Co-written with SA.

 

SA:  Side effects. Everything has its side effects, consequences one must pay for something they’ve done. Like a bad pill which cures the illness to then cause certain side effects, that was what happened to the male – The taste of her blood still lingering within him, her name still flicking just at the tip of his tongue. The side effects of playing with a Wraith. A month has now passed since the beautiful illusion she cast upon his mind, a month since their feeding session – A month in which she resumed her little game, moving from place to place in search for new victims – An always starving Monster, on the prowl for new meals. The cards guided her wherever she ~needed~ to be, for they truly never lied – They moved in tune with the energies of their surroundings, guiding their owner to a new prey, as the Predator would trap someone else in her web, like a true Black Widow. Where was she now? Far from him, that was certain.. Somewhere it seemed in a different side of the world, somewhere in the mountains topped with thick layers of snow, somewhere to find apparent ~shelter~ reaching a Tavern as vision cast itself beyond the black mask to its patrons, scanning their energy to find something worthy of being her meal – Eventually, she did. There was a man, enjoying his ale alone at a distant table, which made her wonder just why he wasn’t joining the crowd, the first sign that he would’ve been different enough to prove his worth. With slow steps, the Predator moved in, repeating her chant about Fortune Telling as she plucked the deck of Tarot out, sitting across from him. The man was of a massive stature, with muscles bulging out from his chest armor. A warrior, a gladiator of sorts – She was already thinking of what to feed on from him… Maybe Pride. Wrath. Who knew? Perhaps he’d prove himself worthy enough to have her feed on his Lust, if she liked his answers. The table was set. The cards began shuffling. The hunger was slowly rising, once more.

 

 

RB: –  A month had passed, this is true.  The moment that Nick had awoken from what he had thought was a dream, the vampire could not help but feel that the mysterious woman was inside him.  Teasing his mind and pulling at was once a dead heart.  Taking only his jacket and sword, and the tarot card of strength that was left on the bed, Nick made his way back up to the Queen’s grand royal throne room.  Standing in the midst of the images of thousands of years of nobles, he cupped his hands and removed the golden flower from within himself.  Groaning loudly as the pain to release him from the Queen’s orders was significant, he placed the rose inside a glass case, and hid it in behind the throne curtain, where nobody would ever bother to look.  Knowing that the rose was safer there, than within him, he took his final look at what he was leaving behind.  No doubt there would be hell to pay eventually, but for now, he had another quest that he needed to solve.  Pulling a hood up over his head, Nick had a grim expression as he turned away from all he had known, and started off out of the castle grounds, in search of the fortune teller.

Out in the stables were many of the Queen’s own horses.  Nick walked past each till he spotted a white stallion.  It was the purity of white, in complete contrast to the man himself.  Saddling it up himself, all he could think of was those astonishing blue eyes of hers.  Sophia filled his head each time he closed his eyes, when he should be thinking of other things, like feeding.  Mounting the stallion, he took up the reigns in his right hand and kicked it hard in the flank, sending it galloping out of the stables and down the winding track that was to lead him far from the Kingdom.  Days turned into weeks, only stopping to feed on unsuspecting farmers, and resting when the horse was feared to become lame.  His mission would see him pass through different lands and a change in season.  Finally arriving one night at a tavern that was off the beaten track.  Snow was now falling heavily, and the white stallion was coughing violently.  It needed its rest.  Bringing the horse into the barn beside the tavern, he let it into a stall, and took off the saddle.  Hearing the hubbub and music that came from within the tavern that would offer warmth and a prospective meal, the fur wearing vampire headed towards the door.  Only on opening, would he get the shock of his life.  There…up the back was the woman that he had been searching so long for.  It was also at that moment, he witnessed she had the tarot cards out.  Nick inhaled sharply, as the tavern keeper roared at him to close the door, because he was letting the heat of the room escape.  Not bothering to remove his hood, he closed the door with a loud bang, before thudding over to the bar, to order a drink.  His grey steel eyes;  now watching her from beneath the darkness of his hood. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  The thud was more than audible, and yet she didn’t turn to see who it was – The woman was into the game now, which made her concentration be fully diverted towards the man across from her, her newfound prey. There was a moment though, where she felt something in her chest, like somebody pulling at the string of a bond she created awhile back – She felt a certain bond pulsating, which only installed the feeling of anticipation within her – He was close. Closer than she could ever imagine, craning her head to the side to lightly offer a gaze beyond that black mask towards the man who just entered. That was new. For once, she was actually surprised and knew too much to place it under the sign of Faith or a simple coincidence. There was a small grin across her features, Cheshire-like and almost seductive offered to the male before she returned to her meal. Stabbing her palm lightly, she allowed that solitary black drop of her blood to eat the woodwork of the table like acid, which meant her pact was about to be formed – Her game, beginning. The seductive grin was now offered to her meal as free hand reached towards him, lightly brushing those soft fingertips along the male’s shoulder blade. “My my… I do wonder why someone in such a great physical shape would like a Reading for me…” Flirting now, playing with her prey only to make sure he was gripped and tangled in her web by the end of it. Right while another was watching her doings, almost offering a deja-vu feeling.

 

RB:  It was all coming back to him.  Like a foggy memory bursting into colour.  Having taken a seat at the bar, the vampire slowly removed his leather gloves as the bartender was wiping down the worn timber surface.  Nick tapped the bar top twice, and the bar keep seemed to know what the vampire wanted.  Reaching under the counter and bringing out a jug of whiskey.  As he went to pour Nick a mug full, Nick kept looking back at the table where the fortune teller was playing her game.  From the moment she cut her hand, and the black oozed onto the table top, Nick felt as though he was sitting opposite her again.  The sliding of the mug on the bar however, broke his train of thought, and his head turned back to face the bar.  Fingers like ice gripped around the mug and he brought it to his lips, only to hear the voice of the fortune teller, now saying flirtatious words to her newest prey.  Nick lowered his head, and started to muse this.  Was that all he had been to her?  A meal?  Was this journey to find her going to end in bitter disappointment?  As the snow started to fall harder outside, he knew that he wouldn’t be going anywhere in a hurry.  So, if this was to be the night’s entertainment, she had better make it a good one. –

~RB~ 

 

SA:  This happened to be a lot more of a coincidence. This went beyond Faith or Destiny or whatever else people blame it on when something so unreasonable happens that they cannot find a straight answer – Meeting each other twice was far from coincidence. She realized that, the moment she felt those strings being pulled, the strings of their bond, which she created after the feeding. Sophia glanced over from the corner of her eye towards the man at the bar before redirecting her focus towards her prey, as the cards followed their course of shuffling idly before placing themselves in that 3-Star Fold formation, the same one she used for the Vampire. Her Reading began – The cards were different, each one of them so carefully explained by the Reader while, at the bar, people started to talk. Because of course, people love to gossip especially when they see such an abnormal woman doing such an abnormal thing most people cannot grasp the meaning of. 2 or 3 men talked at the bar about how ‘hot’ she was, while others started placing bets on the woman spending the night with that brute she was facing – All the while, she ignored everything – Human nature only disguised itself by elegance when in reality, it was all the animal instinct. Curiosity, mixed with cockiness. Ignoring it fully, Sophia returned to her ‘guest’ as it was her turn. His question was along the line of Power and how to gain it, which made her roll her eyes beneath the black mask in irony, a question she had heard numerous times again, only adding a black dot to him, so far. And then, the 3 questions she asked… Answers were far from pleasing. Even at a distance, one attentive enough would notice that the white haired woman was beginning to get irritated with that barbarian, tapping her long claws against the acid rotten woodwork, impatient for her meal. This wasn’t a man to waste time with – This was a true, worthless meal.

 

RB:  The voices at the bar grew louder, as the fortune teller and her barbarian guest were now the only thing really worth watching in the establishment.  Naturally, there were already lewd suggestions being thrown about, as well as bets being made to see just how far she would go out in the open.  The more that the men spoke about her, the tighter Nick’s grip became around the mug he was holding.  He went to take a sip of the whiskey to try and dull his feelings, but the very idea that she was going to be taking this man out for “dinner” as he know called her game after the final card fell, made him rage internally from jealousy.  His lips drew into a thin line while he drummed his fingernails on the bar top.  Even though she was paying him no attention, and not even speaking to him, he could hear her.  Feel her.  Like the blood that he had consumed from her was now like a siren singing as he was in such close quarters to her.  ~Mine.~  That word.  Ownership.  Both had said it to each other.  Oh he had fed in his travels, but none had the sweetness, the fire that Sophia did.  Her blood was addictive.  Addictive enough to drive a man insane;  if he was to go without it.    More laughter was heard from the group of drunken men that were deliberating on going over and cheering the barbarian on to take the wench out to the barn and let them all take turns.  Silver hues flashed as anger and jealousy was combining into a deadly force.  Though still sitting at the bar, he dug his hand into his coat…ready for anything. –

 ~RB~

 

 

SA:  Pink organ slithered out of oral cavity only to slowly drag along those scarlet lips of hers, a gesture that would be easily mistaken for seduction and yet, it was a gesture to produce her hunger now to unimaginable levels, almost uncontrolled, as the last card was close to drawing out. And it did. The voices in the back of the bar would continue, more and more pronounced now of all the obscene things their minds could grasp. ‘Bet she could use that mouth for something better than rambling on nonsense.’ – ‘I’m taking her out when she’s done’ – ‘Leave something for me’ – The banter went on and on as she continued her little game, now drawing to its finale. There it was, the last card, the one meant for the Reader, jolting out of the deck and into her palm as a small gush of smoke went out from it. A grimace of pure irritation on her features at the sight of ~that~ card. The exact one she received with Nick’s Reading, the card that was meant for her and her alone. She would put it back into her deck soon after only to direct her attention back to the man, hearing the brute speak. “So… What’s your price? I don’t have much gold on me… But I bet we can work something out…” That devious, lust filled grin on his face, cracking along his lips as he spoke gave her the confirmation she needed, as tendrils began to loop around the table now, while she sat in her seat with a Cheshire-like sardonic smile on alabaster facial features, musing out one single word. “Dinner.” – She knew he was there, listening. If this was deja-vu, then she just invited the brute for dinner, which was what everyone at the bar thought, starting to hoot and cheer for the barbarian, some even asking to tag along. But in truth, what she mused out wasn’t a question. It wasn’t the invitation she offered Nick – It was a statement.

 

RB:  -The trigger word to the rise of the beast.  ~Dinner~  Nick had heard enough, and for what was about to happen in that tavern was to be a blood bath and horrific trail of death to any that had dared to suggest that they would be touching the woman he regarded as his.  The hooded snow covered cloak that he wore had barely been ripped off and fallen to the floor, when the vampire moved at insane speed.  His body a blur of silver, black and red.  Each man would be drinking their own blood, as he tore through the crowd.  The quicksilver of his blade slicing the necks open of the first two men.  Another would find a dagger thrust into his forehead only to be sticking out the back, as shocked eyes stared out at the enraged killer.  The barkeep ducked behind the bar, as the whores that had been circling the room ran for cover.  Their screams ringing out as from the outside of the bar, all you could see was the shadows dancing behind the snow filled panes.  Bodies were falling all around.  All accept the barbarian and the fortune teller.  This was all happening so fast that it would have been a bit much for the pair to take in.  But she’d know.  Oh yes.  With the connection that they had now, the irrefutable bond – Nick’s murderous rampage was as much to protect her as it was to show he was seriously pissed.  Only when the last male fell, his neck torn open by the vampire’s blood covered maw, would silence again fill the room.  Only the odd gurgle of blood that spewed from the mouth of the one that claimed he was going to be next.  He was….the next to die.  At the end, Nick stared at Sophia and her meal.  He strode over and picked up his cloak, before throwing a few coins on the barkeep to pay for the damages.  “My room..”  The barkeep popped his head up over the bar and tossed Nick a key, which he caught on the fly.  One last growl at those that remained, and he trudged upstairs slowly. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:   “Oh, my.” Was all she uttered out when the massacre happened. When all hell broke loose and the man went on a rampage seemingly to avenge her dignity on those who have spoiled it with the obscene words, much like a protector. Or maybe a jealousy scorned lover. Right now, she would not interfere as one hand rose up to snap her fingers lightly only to allow those dark tendrils to cocoon both her and the barbarian securely from the damages as blood would splatter against the dark shadows, soon devouring the crimson. All the while, she observed behind those shadows, grinning as the massacre went on, while the barbarian kept trying to escape. There was no escape. A little before he got his key, a little after the massacre stopped, the shadows removed themselves, allowing vision upon the woman and man again – the brute kept struggling in his seat, cowardly pleading the woman to let him go, visibly horrified by what he had just witnessed – But that was nothing, in comparison to what was going to happen to him. Dark tendrils kept him secured to his seat as the woman sighed, almost disappointedly shaking her head. “Truly sorry for the interruption… I’m afraid I’ll have to make this quick, this time. Somebody’s waiting for me, upstairs.” With that, she rose from her seat, pivoting on heels only to turn around, giving the impression of walking away which would have relaxed the man back into his seat. Before it happened. Tendrils reached seemingly from within the woman, morphing his form into that of a disfigured black shadow, resembling an open maw with sharp fangs. Like a shark’s maw, about to devour the man in his seat, which it did. Like a Killer Whale, it enveloped him deep into the shadows, removing him from his seat as only his screams echoed through the darkness of the shark, until there was no trace left of him. Soon, the illusion shattered, leaving the woman to stand, facing the bartender, offering quite the innocent smile. “Sorry for the damages…” An oddly shaped gold coin was tossed over on the counter before she made her way upstairs, her steps only coming to follow his. As he entered the room, she’d stop the door from closing, slithering her physique through the crack as her body leaned up against the side of the door. She wouldn’t speak – She didn’t feel the need to. She wanted him to speak, first.

 

RB:  Tossing down his blood splattered cloak on the back of a chair, the vampire was starting to unbutton his shirt, when he felt that same presence that he had in his dreams.  Like a spider she managed to ease herself through the crack of the door and presented herself by leaning against the side of the door.  Her silhouette like a dark shadow that cast its spell over him again.  Nick kept his back to her as he removed his shirt that was now truly soiled by the blood of the fallen.  When he did speak, there was a dark rumble to it.  Like the thunder of an approaching storm.  “Enjoy dinner?”  So now it was him asking the questions.  Nick threw his shirt on the table, and rounded to see her standing there, waiting.  His chest was rising and falling – riddled with scars from the many battles and fights he had in the time since he had last seen her.  The search for her had led him to the darkest parts of the underworld and back.  Nick had dark stubble upon his chin that she may not have noticed before.  A jagged scar running down his cheek.  They were not so much scars, but to him trophies, badges that he wore with pride.  The blade that he had used to slay many of the punters downstairs was on the very edge of the table, dripping blood upon the floor.  Did she know that he had abandoned everything to search for her, after their last meeting?  A lone wolf that hunted day and night for her across many realms.  Only to find her about to feast on another in this dilapidated road side inn.  Nick slowly walked across the room to stand in front of her.  His masculine scent now riddled with that of the blood of fresh kills.  Did she feel the same pull inside of her the way that he did?  Her beauty was now on full display, having eaten she tended to be softer in appearance, her skin now flawless, and radiant.  “Well?”  –

 

~RB~

 

 

SA:  “I did.” Her answer was blunt, honest. So blunt that she willingly admitted to have fed when he left, without wondering about the side-effect it had on him, even though she knew. Did she? She was glowing, now. Every time after freshly feeding, she had a certain glow to her skin, as if the alabaster became less pale and obtained a very subtle rose hue to it, almost appearing more human than she was. Her cheeks, a little plumper than usual and her eyes lacking the subtle dark circles under them. Her body even gaining a little bit of a curve to it, from its rather anorexic visage. A hand went up to unhook her own coat, letting it be tossed somewhere against a chair nearby, revealing her corset dress. Strapless, with a sweetheart neckline, and pitch black, knee length only to allow her pale, beautiful long legs to show. Such a tight fit, creating that beautiful curve of her body, revealing her slender figure of an hourglass. Same hand reached up, slowly letting those soft fingertips trail along the scars on his chest, before reaching that on his cheek, cupping it lightly. She looked at him, beyond the black mask as those scarlet lips parted so delicately creating just a small gap between them as she whispered out. “Why are you here…?”

 

RB:  –  Nick was angry.  No, he was more than that.  He was jealous, angry and tormented.  Seeing her filled with her latest feed made him wish that it was HIM that she fed on.  Did she not guess by the way he tore through every other male in the tavern, that he would kill any that dared speak or attempt to touch her.  Though she was still wearing the mask over her eyes, that she kept from letting anyone see, she was sure to ‘see’ him.  To feel all that he was as she was already deep inside him.  His Adam’s apple rose and fell when she answered him so bluntly.  Like it wasn’t important, even though to Nick it was.  The vampire watched as she so casually started to disrobe, showing off her new curvaceous form, thanks to the unwilling barbaric brute downstairs – who was now nothing other than a quickly fading memory.  Nick’s eyes followed her unblinking, till she approached him and then reached up to trail her fingers along the many scars on his chest.  He was unable to help but flinch at her touch, as though for her to touch him was like being hit by an electrical current.  The beast was still close to the surface, growling angrily as though pent up behind an invisible wall.  Nick’s jaw locked when her hand moved to cup his face.  It was like, now he was facing her, the many questions, the long sleepless nights with her hovering over him like a spectre were all filtering into his mind.  She affected him like no other, and now she wanted to know…why was he here.  He would not answer her with words, but with actions.  Swift to pick her up by the cheeks of her ass, and draw her up upon him so they were face to face.  His lips crushed to hers as she would have no choice but to wrap those arms around his neck one more time.  He wanted her to be real.  Nick needed to know that what happened between them was not a dream. –

 ~RB~

Checkmate.

The final act, continued from Predator or Prey.  As we have learnt, the cards never lie, and so the two are now destined to share the same fate.

Co-written with SA.

 

RB:  -Feeling Sophia loosen her grip upon him, Nick actually started to smile.  He had uncovered her for what she was.  Figured out the truth behind the mask, and that this whole thing was directed at procuring him to be her meal.  It was not that she lusted him – no, she fed from the lust that he had felt for her.  Nick, fed on others via drinking their blood, their life force.  Sophia, on the other hand fed upon his sins.  Now that he had caught the act, right before the curtain was about to fall, she was more than annoyed, she was clearly irritated.  Going as far to push herself off the timber door that she had been leaning against since he entered her inner sanctum.  Sophia never wanted an easy meal, and that was what Nick was about to become.  Hearing the coolness in her voice now, Nick focused his attentions on her.  What she had to say now, was truly a moment of great importance between them.  The gloves were off.  She continued to display that arrogant sense of dominance, that she had done so from the beginning.  The smile never leaving her face, though it could be said to be a cruel one at that.  Watching her now prowling over towards the bed, she tossed freely that neither of them wanted an easy meal.  Both loved the thrill of the challenge, the desire to be the one on top at the end of the game.  Both seasoned hunters, and now they were practically matched.  Everything she said, from the fact that he knew what he wanted from the outset, only made Nick feel all more empowered.   A man that knew what he wanted, but was prepared to go the long, hard route to get it.  “Touche’.”  Nick made a sweeping bow before her.  Ever the gentleman, even after he had gone as far to taste her delicious nectar.   Watching her now sit upon the bed and pat it gingerly brought a small chuckle from the vampire.  He started to slowly stroll towards her, his hands pressing together with the index fingers pointed together just under his chin.  “I have to admire you for your tenacity.”  Nick’s tongue was now prominently balling the inside of his right cheek after speaking so boldly.   “But you’re right about one thing…”  He placed both palms flat down on the bed, either side of her hips.  “I did seek you out, well before this day.”  His voice having a sharp rumble to it as his eyes were drilling into hers.   “The cards never lie.” –

~RB~

 

SA: Two Predators now stood face to face in a beautiful game of Chess, meeting each other in the most frightful coincidence one might make up. A game of Destiny, in which they both sought Victory, dominance over the other, a game in which each small, little move was thoroughly calculated, each motion, each tiny detail took into consideration. Tables turned now as the cards were all flipped face up with no escape in sight, for either of them. He made that clear for her the moment he approached, the moment his arms slithered and extended out, each hand placing itself at her sides only to lock her in, making sure there was no way out for the little Wraith. Not anymore. This man was no easy meal, but neither was she. ‘The cards never lie’ – Indeed. The cards never lied to him and neither did the woman – She was incapable of grasping the concept of a lie, altogether. From the beginning until this very second, she was nothing but honest with him, even if honesty entailed the cold hearted truth, even if it meant being blunt about having him for Dinner tonight. But soon, she realized this man would be as much of a challenge as she, herself was – Which brought a Cheshire like grin to make its way over those plump, scarlet lips once more. Oh… Those lips. How they aimed to tease him, entice him more and more as they kept the little gap between them, partly opened. How her body moved, the moment he thought he locked her in – Truthfully, there was no way out of the bed, but there was a way to slither more into it – Which is what she did. Slowly, her body crawled backwards, pushing herself along the bed to eventually have her legs on the soft sheets, as well as her upper body; All the while, her hands found their way trailing along his form once more, until they traced the lines of his hipbones so softly caressing along the thin layer of flesh before they ~gripped~ at the edge of his pants, fingers slithering beneath the belt to tug at it, instantly pulling his form more into her. “Then let me give you what you seek.” As she spoke, one of her hands moved up while the other remained tugging at his belt, following the line of leather until reaching the buckle. Her free one ran upwards, along his arm until reaching the shoulder and the side of his cheek. So gently caressing him, in a way that would almost appear loving, caring. Tender. Fingers laced through his raven strands, pushing his head closer and closer while her head craned and arched backwards. Soon, he’d be resting his head at the top of her chest. Soon, he’d be able to take in her scent once again, fully. Soon, he’d feed.

 

RB: – The masks that the pair had worn into the game, now lay in waste upon the floor.  True to their natures, each continued to keep pace with the other as the final act was now in play.  Oh but the crowd would be on the edge of their seats in sweet anticipation for how this would end.  One cannot deny what they were, and Nick had placed his best foot forward – keeping the creature within him penned.  But now it no longer mattered.  What the hunter found, was the prize that he sought.  Nick’s eyes gazed down again to those same ripe lips that had haunted him from the very outset of their dance.  The way that they parted;  and beckoned him to come even closer.  The richness that lay in behind them .  As he watched her face, Sophia’s hands were quickly at work.  Skilled and weaving her fingers so that the belt would become loose, and allow the pants to slip to the floor, once she had drawn him further up the bed.  Nick kicked them off and crawled up so that he was now hovering over her.  Nick as he was in his true form.  The sleek yet muscular predator atop of the greatest prize.  He was finally to be rewarded for his efforts, and with her scent luring him in he would feed.  Oh yes.  His lips just brushed those plump lips of hers.  His tongue winding out and licking just shy of the wetness inside.  Nick rolled his shoulders as he now took a dominant position.  His sexuality fusing in with his growing hunger.  The pent up feeling now unleashed as the monster came to the fore.  No more games….no more chess moves.  CHECK MATE!  Nick bit down upon her neck, while at the same time, he entered her – pinning her to the bed.  His lust was ripe and ready for the taking, as he began to feed of her….and she was to feed on him. –

~RB~

 

SA:  Checkmate. It all seemed to go down in that very moment, the moment when the feeding truly began – No more games, no more tricks, no more hiding behind the veiled curtain. The Predators were at loose, naked, stripped of both their clothes and ever so subtle hiding tricks, only to drown in each other. And he was the first to do it. She pulled him in, all the while he came closer, all the while her arms would latch under his shoulders to drag him to her, once his pants were loose and kicked to the side, taking in the sight of ~him~, fully stripped. To be naked in front of somebody went beyond the material presence of fabric upon one’s body – To be naked truly meant to stand in front of the other bare, with just your instincts to guide you. Instinct, that beastly feature which made everything collides in That. Very. Moment. Instinct, which made this man approach the Wraith so much that he would soon find himself pushed through her tight fitting walls, stretching to accommodate to his length only to contract against it once fully in. Instinct which made his mouth search for his prize, his reward for such a great effort as to unmask and strip her of both clothes and pride – Canines sunk under the thin layer of alabaster skin, piercing through it like through a piece of fabric only to tear it around them. And that’s when it happened – The sound. A sound most would mistake for pleasure – A gasped, loud breath, a moan as her neck was fully arched to allow his head the perfect fit to her carotid artery as he’d feed, a moan as he penetrated her. Her arms instantly tightened their grip around his form, latching and coiling around his shoulders to drag fingernails along the top of his back. All the while, he felt her ~blood~ soon gushing out into his open maw, so abnormal, so unique – Pitch black and burning hot, like molten lava, thick and rich. Bittersweet aroma filling his nostrils as the dark stains would soon cover his lips, trailing down her chest. It burned. It seared. And it was what she wanted – She wanted him. To burn with her.

 

RB: –  Sophia was unique, exquisite and worth the fight.  Every inch of the Vampire felt like he was on fire.  Raging – and now beyond saving.  The way that she made that sound, the low moan that was unlike anything he had heard before spurred him on like a well oiled machine.  Her tightening walls pressing all around his throbbing shaft, that delving deep within her with each powered thrust.  The blood….unlike anything he had ever experienced.  His own eyes flashed the colour of fire, as he took mouthful after mouthful.  It was burning, searing his insides and to any lesser creature, they would recoil in horror and shock.  Not Nick.  The more he fed from her the more he wanted.  Feeling her latching onto his shoulders – drawing her nails into his back, had him shiver with further sexual excitement.  Large and powerful over her diminutive frame, Nick bucked and forced the wraith deep into the mattress.  The bed groaning and protesting beneath them.  The vampire soon took his fill, licking the wounds that he had made with his dog teeth, his chin dripping with black blood.  Now he raised his head enough that he could see the expression on her face.  He had never wanted a woman now as much as her.  Those lips…he wanted them so badly.  Nick was still rolling his hips, and taking her hard as he could, but to seal this with a kiss would bring them both to the climax.  His lips were now crushing hers with a severity that was shocking. Fueled by her black blood.  She was now inside of him, and he…was inside of her.  It was her turn to feed upon him.-

~RB~

 

SA:  Each powerful, hard thrust of his was met with her hips following his, pushing closer and closer each time his moved away. Wanting, longing more and more of him. Her slender figure writhed under his massive figure, lust filling her – His lust, only bringing her a certain pleasure, yet so different from the usual meaning of it all. She held onto him as if holding for dear life, nails drawing blood along his back, pressing their bodies together, torsos rubbing against each other – feather-like skin against his hard, marble chest – as her legs soon trailed their way upwards to coil around his hips and waist; Sophia was locking him in so there’d surely be no escape left for him to take as her moans became more frequent now – loud, deep rumbled noises rolling along the column of her throat each time he bucked her hips more and more into her. She was feeding, the moment it all started, the moment he did. And now, they were burning together and enjoying every last second of the burn. Her tongue slowly slithered out, licking the trails of blood off his and his chin, carefully cleaning him before those scarlet plump petals pressed against his lips in a deep, burning kiss. Her lips, just like her blood, a kiss that could melt trough the flesh, only intensifying the burn. She fed on his lust, with each thrust inside of her, pushing through and stretching those tight walls only to bring out small, muffled screams from her, right into his mouth. Burning together in passion.

 

 

RB:  Nick was lost.  Drowning in the sea of pleasure and rocking upon the waves that came crashing down with every time that he thrust his hips forward, then drew himself back out again.  The harder that he took her, the more he wanted.  He was now addicted to the woman.  Everything about her had him caught up in this moment.  From the softness of her breasts, forced hard against his chest – to the way that she coiled her legs around him to hold him firmly in place so that she might never let him go.  They were now performing a carnal ritual as old as time itself.  Though the feeding of each other brought with it its own rewards, this awakening of desire that was beyond just lust was all new to Nick.  The fire of her blood raged through his veins.  Empowering him to take her to further heights of delirium.  Her body releasing the pent up delicious moans, that were music to his ears.  He wanted to be the only one, to hear this siren’s song.  As she did not want to let him go, he didn’t want to stop.  Everything around them was on fire in his mind.  Getting so close to the peak of fulfilment.  How could it be, that the harder her forced himself into her, the tighter she became.  Nick’s eyes rolled back as he practically lost his mind.  Feeling her lick his lips made him groan and growl all at the same time.  As much as he was hers, she was now his.  Nick growled and broke the kiss, his face right in hers.  His breath pouring over her.  “Mine!” He roared, going into the final thrusts that could tear any normal woman apart.  Nick started to stiffen, as he reached it…the peak…and then he cried out her name in triumph as he started to fill her waiting womb.-

 

~RB~

 

SA:  It was all a blur – Everything around them started to collide, as the walls started to ruin themselves into nothingness, slowly but surely, the illusion starting to shake as the Wraith herself was reaching her climax, her grasp over the bending of reality becoming harder and harder to maintain. It was then, when she moaned out once more, loud and even a little more high pitched than her usual deep rumbles as if she reached her own pleasure. It was something so interesting to hear – her, moaning almost like a regular woman being taken by a man. Which, in appearance, was what this was. Each thrust managed to make her body shake and writhe under his as her arms went up to coil around his neck now, pulling him as close to her as she could, refusing to let any inch between them. He was hers and she? He made sure to let her know – Forehead to forehead, she heard the deep, beastly roar of possessiveness over her, that loud moaned groan he let out. ‘Mine’. That was new – Somebody was utterly ~claiming~ her while reaching her climax – It was enough to drive her over the edge of her own pleasure, enough to make those arms clasp and tighten around him, enough to make those walls contract around his large shaft as her head jolted upwards to press their lips together into one last kiss. Burning hot, scolding against his flesh as the walls around them started to shake as the earth beneath them roared. The illusion, starting to shatter as they both reached their climax, as those last powerful thrusts managed to bring her pleasure out, finishing the feeding session, for both. With a whispered gasp, right against his lips, she mused out softly, almost in an exhausted sigh. “Mine.”

 

RB: – To feel her reach her climax was in itself a greater gift than that of her blood.  Watching her face ignite as the pleasure gave them both what they so sorely needed.  Sophia’s hunger was to be sated, but not only that.  Nick claimed her as his.  And surprisingly, she claimed him right back.  The final kiss that sealed this new found togetherness was sizzling white hot.  Their bodies brought together as though they were meant to be united.  They were both prey and predator alike.  Worthy of each other’s lust and blood.  Feeling the pulsating waves of her inner walls pressing hard and milking him dry, the Vampire quaked and shook, much like the whole room had.  They were filled from each other.  Blood and semen soaking the sheets beneath them.  A hot wet mess.  Bodies slick and stuck to each other.  Fused by their new found love – if one could call it that.  Propping himself up on one arm, he curled his fingers to caress her cheek, and take in a lock of her hair.  If this was what it took to feed her, than she would never go hungry again.  To Nick, she was his.  From this moment on, he would be her protector, her dominant lover and her source of food.  What he had put her through, had exhausted her.  Nick rolled off her and then scooped her into his arms, so he may lay her head upon his chest.  Stroking her back as though he was strumming a guitar.  Nick had been her dinner…just as had been promised, and yet he never had felt so alive.  He kissed the top of her head, over and over.  Whispering her name as though it was now sacred to him.-

~RB~

 

SA:  The room began to be demolished, all around them. The pillars supporting the walls beginning to crash down as the floor began to sink within the earth. All the while, the two remained in bed as if it all were normal to them, or too exhausted to notice that they were caught in a landslide. Everything began to tremble in an earthquake which shook the floor beneath them and yet, they were in each other’s arms. Sophia complied to his motion of dragging her to flip her around, having those snow white tresses create a mess around his chest as she rested her head on his flesh. One single breath was taken by her, a small inhalation which to her, was more than enough to recover, slithering one arm upwards to coil around his neck as slender digits ran soft fingertips to follow the line of his chest. Soon, she hovered on top of him, hips on hips leaning down to let those white tresses cascade over her features to his, as if imprisoning him from viewing anything else but her. There was a wide, pleased grin on those scarlet lips, followed by a playful giggle, as if mocking him ever so slightly in irony, before it all went dark – Those dark tendrils he noticed the first time they met now coiled around their bed, enslaving them in complete, utter darkness, leaving nothing to normal view. A snap was heard – as if somebody snapping their fingers, or switching the lights back on as Nick would wake up back in his chambers, back in the Queendom. There was no trace of the room in ruins, or the woods surrounding it – There was no trace of ~her~ whatsoever, but a lost Tarot card on the table next to him. His card, the only trace of their encounter. Strength.

 

RB:  –  Was it all a dream?  Nick opened his eyes as the trail of her laughter faded away and the sound that replaced it was the light dripping sound of water from an old pipe.  Groaning, Nick pushed himself up to sitting and looked down to see that he was dressed.  That same tux that he had put on at the start of the evening.  Glancing about him he recognised the room.  It was his chambers in the Blood Rose kingdom.  Reaching up, Nick raked his fingers through his hair as he looked around confused by it all.  He had just spent the night of his unlife with a woman that ensnared him in more ways than one.  But now he was starting to question if that was all a dream.  His fingers moved upon the bedding to come across a tarot card.  Looking down, he recognised it.  It was the same card that she had given him at the end of the reading.  ‘Strength.’   He took up the card and then looked around him.  “Sophia?”  Calling out her name, in the hopes that it hadn’t been a dream.  He wanted it to be real.  Only silence met his call.  Pushing himself off the bed, he went to the chamber door and unlocked it.  He pushed the door open and looked out into the corridor.  No sign of anyone.  The place was practically deserted of life.  ~I’ve got to find her.~ He thought to himself.  He felt this connection as though she was inside of him.  Pulling imaginary strings.  The voice, that sweet voice kept repeating….”Mine.”  (Fade out) –

~RB~

Predator or Prey?

 

Continuing on from “Beneath the Silk”, Sophia has created a world within Nick’s mind.  An illusion of a grand estate, with a special surprise behind the red veils.  But is the Vampire knight to be the Predator, or the prey?

Co-written with SA.

 

SA:  ‘Beautiful.’ Now, that was a word she didn’t hear quite often, especially not when that mask came off. There was beauty in the unknown and yet the unknown usually disturbed many when the secret was revealed – Those never-blinking optics, their  oh, so strange, chromatics and the very fact that they were lacking pupils could disturb and horrify many – And they did. It was the main reason for her to hide them, away from vision of others, the main reason why the black mask never left her features for such a long time; It was only when she realized her preys could not escape her anymore, when she took it off, letting it be the last thing they saw as she basked in their horror, at the sight of those abnormal hues. She was called beautiful before; A woman who resembled a Rusalka, a Predator. A Siren, even, knew how to get around – Seduce, entice, all for it to make sure she’d feed – And yet, she was never called Beautiful when her orbs would’ve been released from their black silk prison. It took her by surprise, even widened those striking azures that if they were to have pupils, they’d be dilating by now. But they didn’t. So, instead, it looked like the azure got even brighter, deeper, like the vast depths of an ocean combined with a bright sky, lacking any cloud to block its beauty. The hand placed over her cheek was only met with one of her gloved limbs, gently slithering over his, letting their digits lace together in a grip, as she held onto him, her gaze drifting to the ground. If she was cold before, there was a hint of warmth, just a little bit over her cheeks, over the alabaster skin. “How so…?” She wanted to know – It wasn’t a test, this time. There was curiosity in her own beauty, beauty never seen before by others in a moment like this.

 

RB:  -They say that there is beauty in all things.  What people regard as beautiful is a matter of interpretation.  Nick had seen much over his travels, and found that there were women that considered themselves to be attractive, opening flaunting it and using it for a way to gain power and or a love sick puppy.  What Nick saw, when the black bandanna was removed was something that he could even regard as being sacred.  Why she had hidden her eyes from the world, when they were in fact the most spectacular he had ever seen?  Was she ashamed of them?  Is that why she was so quick to cover them up in his presence?  All that the vampire knew was that she wished to share this with him, and whether or not he was truly worthy to bear witness – he did not know.  His reaction and words had been spontaneous as had been his movement of his hand to cup her cheek.  He did not expect her to touch his hand, or ask as to how he found her to beautiful.  “You have eyes that are deeper in shade then the bluest ocean, or the brightest sapphire.  You are unique, truly.”  As she could see inside of him, he was able to see what others did not.   Nick moved his free hand to her chin, so that he might raise her face up so that he may look upon her again.  “Look at me, Sophia.  I know you can see through me.   You can see I speak the truth.”

~RB~

 

 

SA:  Such an odd moment. In a more than romantic scenery, with the moonlight behind them as the scent of rose petals enveloped them both, carried by the soft breeze. An odd moment in which the appeared more like lovers, than Predator and Prey or even two Predators. A moment in which she, herself, almost forgot what she was here for, taking in the man’s words as if those were words she barely heard, ever in her life. New words, like a small child trying to make sense of them, grasp their true meaning. ‘Unique’. She repeated that one, in a whispered, hushed voice, almost to herself, to make sure she understood. Because, just like a small child, it was new to her. Brows furled inwards, as if frustrated to not grasp its meaning yet, interrupted by the wandering limb which soon found its place against her chin, lifting her azure gaze upwards. That’s when it happened. When she remembered why she was here for, and a muffled grown escaped the depths of her throat, like a deep, deep rumble rolling along the column of her neck on the inside, only to finally meet his gaze once more. What was it?

 

RB:  -Did she not believe what he just said?  Sophia repeated the word ‘unique’ as though she had never heard it before.  Had no one ever payed her a compliment like this?  Nick meant every word.  But if it flattered her, it didn’t.  She made a strange sound as she stared upwards, but not at him.  He could feel the rumble of the release through the skin under her chin.  Perhaps he had overstepped his bounds.  After all, he had touched her, not just on her cheek, but under her chin so that she might raise her gaze.  Was he not meant to see the beauty of her eyes?  Maybe she simply did not expect that from him.  Nick was now in uncharted waters, and…her waters.  He was suddenly reminded that this was all her doing.  The vampire’s lips formed a thin line as he started to draw back his hand.  “If I have offended you, Sophia, I apologize.  I am not normally so…hands on.” –

~RB~

 

SA:  It was then when he could finally see why her eyes were hardly considered beautiful – The gaze she had given him at that moment, that very moment when she lifted her head upwards to meet the male’s hues, was a gaze which only emanated coldness. They stared, so deeply that you’d feel them staring right into your soul and so cold that you’d even feel how a tiny shard of ice made its way to your heart. The most disturbing factor of them was that they never blinked, not once – A continuous stare, a gaze into ones soul, as if scattering through it, searching, rummaging only to find what she wanted. What she needed. A hand moved upwards. And then, the other followed as they both found their place on the male’s cheeks, cupping them lightly as fingers trailed upwards to tug against the raven strands. She moved closer, bumping her body against his, pressing them together, silk on silk, cold on cold as she gripped onto him, so tightly and yet so delicately that he wouldn’t even want to escape – not that he even could. It was then, when she leaned in, as her azure optics continued to stare into his, never blinking, lacking pupils and oh, so very deep. The saying of ‘getting lost in ones eyes’ surely attributed to this woman, for they were ocean deep and sky-high blue. The moment which followed could only gain the attributes of stunning, surprising and yet, so very mesmerizing, when her lips parted only barely, enough to cradle the male’s lower lip between them, pressing them together, while her hands continued their grip around his neck, now. This was the oddity of her being – Despite being ice cold, her lips burned. A searing heat, scolding hot to the touch as if they wanted to burn the flesh they made contact with. Longing into the passion.

 

RB: – Women are such fickle creatures.  One minute they have you thinking you’ve gone and done wrong, and the next, they are kissing you with a burning sensation that is more than just sizzling.  Nick had barely gotten out his apology, when Sophia did the unexpected.  Had Nick misjudged the growl for something entirely different?  All he knew was that she had taken his cheeks in her hands, so that she may bring his face closer to her own.  Her body now pressing up against his, and she actually bumped her frame to his.  The grip she now had was one of strength, like she had no intention of letting him go.  But, did he want to be free from this woman?  Hell no.  He had already been captivated by her eyes, and now she was taking him into an embrace, that had him lose his breath.  Lost in the hypnotic gaze of her azure eyes, Nick seemed to lose all sense of reason and found himself being kissed by her with lips that were in total contradiction to the rest of her.  Burning…like they were on fire.  As if from far away….deep down in the Vampire’s belly, a growl was released that reverberated up through his throat and into her waiting mouth, that had seized him captive.  Nick could feel the tightening grip around his neck from her hands, and this was when he gave in.  Sweet surrender.  The pain and pleasure melded into one powerful force, and the vampire wrapped his own arms around her, so that he could suffer longer.  The predator within him rose up proudly, and he kissed her back savagely…hungrily…as though his unlife depended on it.

~RB~

 

SA:  -Naked. It was the only word that could be attributed to how she felt right now, stripped of the concealment over the secret she kept for so long. She didn’t care for clothing, as for here, there were only means of enticing even further, creating and intensifying the façade she donned upon herself – But to have her mask pulled off really meant standing naked in front of the other, a feeling of almost embarrassment, like a virgin revealing herself for the first time, on her wedding night. It felt odd – Odder was the fact that she actually felt that way, the Predator. Chains rattled within her, the Monster longing for release as the kiss lingered, on and on. Hot on Cold, lingering desire as her hands tugged at the back of his coat, gripping tightly into small fists. To hear her growl only made her grin – A wide, Cheshire-like grin without even breaking the kiss as she offered a small nip to the male’s lower lip only to provoke him further. Provoke his own Predator to come loose. And that’s when another dance happened, one she would lead now, while she took a step backwards, towards the room. And another. And another. Tugging him to follow, leaving the balcony and going back within the room in ruins, while their lips still melted against each other.

 

RB:  -The power of this woman was insane.  The way that she kissed him, and clawed at the back of his jacket, only served to strengthen her hold over him.  Of course his hands had found themselves wandering over and across her back.  Finding their way to the rounded globes of her bottom, that had been so easy to caress through the flimsy fabric of her gown.  The deeper and longer that Nick kissed Sophia and let his tongue snake into her mouth to lick at the insides of her cheek, run across her teeth, did he truly feel that he wanted more than wanton kisses.  The inner growl had been his predator announcing that he was home.  Home – within her eyes.  Those same eyes that did not blink, nor move to follow the light.  But Sophia was ahead of the game, breaking the kiss – only to nip at his lower lip in a bid to bring him out further.  The beauty of his face was now changing to that of his vampiric self.  The sharpness of his features as his bones seemed to lengthen beneath his skin.  Nick’s eyes gave way to a blood red sheen with a small black pupil in its center.  Though she might have been smiling a Cheshire cat like grin at her prize, he wasn’t.  Never more serious had he been before.  She might have been dancing him back into her lair of fine veiled curtains, but he was already eyeing off her neck.  Nick now snorted through his nostrils, as she kept kissing his lips and dragging him back…One step at a time.  As soon as she did stop though, he’d pull away from her plump lips and then start to lick and nip at the base of her neck.  The game was on…

 

~RB~

 

 

SA:  This was it. When two Predators met and the collision happened – Two different worlds, colliding, shaping as one, gathering their common points and clashing against their differences. A collision that could only be considered deadly, fatal, for at least one of the playing parts. This was the game, the hunting game between two Predators about to snap – Her, with the rattling chains within her soul, right at the core as the Monster wanted, longed for release. Sweet, sweet release.  And him, with the Beast boiling inside, the moment she felt his tongue slither out to play with hers. They danced together while they moved across the room, until she actually ~pinned~ him to the wall – Enough force to impact his back against the concrete surface, her hands now falling around his neck and draping along his chest as the tips of her claws slid along his shirt; They didn’t rip it, yet, but applied enough pressure for him to ~feel~ the small scratched right along his skin beneath the fabric. And when he leaned down, and nipped along her jawline and neck, a growl was released – It almost sounded like a murr; Sensual, soft, erotic, a feline getting what she truly wanted. Finally. When he did, she only arched back to bend backwards, lowering her frame in a small arch as their lower bodies pressed against each other, her chest hovering in the air, for his viewing pleasure. She pulled him in, letting his torso reach hers as some stray strands of her snow-white tresses dangled in the air – An almost similar way of holding the pose she did when they danced.

 

 

 

RB: – Nick’s eyes rolled back as he fell deep within the darkness of his own inner beast.  It was clamouring to be released from within, as much as Sophia’s was.  The wicked licks to her neck had brought him a pleasurable release in the form of the rapid beating of a long dead heart.  All through their meetings he had remained the perfect gentleman, the silver tongue, the Knight.  Now, he had forgotten all that he was – only the base creature wanted to be brought out to Sophia’s light.  Being slammed suddenly against the cold concrete surface, stunned him enough to snap his head up and back from her neck.  From this point, his elongated fangs were on full display while his jaw slackened.  The handsome Nick was gone from view.  He let out a guttural growl, almost animal like when Sophia rand her nails down his chest and scratched through cloth to his skin.  The red of his blood now seeping through his silken shirt.  The pain was delicious and he took one hand to rip his shirt apart so she could smell and feel the richness of his blood.  Red to the point of being black.  Sophia then lent back so she could display her ample bosom for his viewing pleasure.  Her back arching just like before when they danced.  Nick’s mouth opened as he was about to lunge at her throat.  It was irresistible, and just as he was about to bite, he said her name….as if the man within…was fighting back.  The one…that cared for her.  “Sophia…”  His fangs stopping as he panted…the tips so close to breaking the skin, till he dragged them across and rested his forehead to her neck. –

~RB~

 

SA:   The game has begun – a game between two Predators, finally being offered release from their cage, the chains which kept them imprisoned rattling loudly, loud enough that one would almost be able to hear them, if they paid close attention to the darkness. Such common features between each other, both sharing a monster which lurked within. It was a serpent’s grip, her arms coiling up around his neck only to secure him in her grasp, pulling and tugging at his form closer and closer to her – His breath, at the base of her neck, rolling along her chest which would’ve sent a shiver through her spine, a quickened pace to her heartbeat – Yet she had none of that. Instead, there was a rumbling sound, like the purr of a satisfied feline, escaping those plump, scarlet lips the moment his would reach her flesh. Feeling just the tip of his fangs trailing, barely hovering above her alabaster skin, hearing her name being called out almost like a whisper, a cry for help, she offered a grin – Sardonic and cruel, the grin of a Cheshire cat as one arm went upwards, tugging at those raven strands of his. Eventually, she’d release him – even ~pushing~ him away from her with enough force to have his body impacting the wall behind him just slightly – as she began walking away. Her head craned to the side, her eyes turned to meet him, offering a gaze over her shoulder, azures burning cold. It was a sensual gaze, one filled with eroticism as her lips slightly parted to allow the sensation to sink in, while she moved forwards, towards the stairs.

 

RB:  -Finger tips slowly dragging at first.  Cold steel to touch, yet their strength was undeniable.  Like quicksilver she was able to wind her way around him.  Serpent like movements and deadly to any who was weak to her charms.  Yes, it was a game of two predators, very much so.  In the depths of her eyes, Nick found himself staring into those mirrors that showed only what she wanted him to see.  Her body writhed as the temptress within her led him into the very center of her web.  An insatiable need by the wraith – to tangle the vampire up into her invisible silken strands of malice.  Sound bubbled up from within the exotic white haired maiden.   Whatever it was that stopped Nick from making an attack upon her had only staved off the inevitable.  The drag of his canines across her flesh caused her to react harshly.  Forcefully pushing him away and into a marble pillar, that shook violently.  Dust lightly falling and speckling the only offered candle light.  Had he just displeased her?  It was so hard to tell, for now she was looking back at him with eyes that burned ice cold – the wicked smile on her face making him want her all the more.  Nick’s reaction was to follow her.  Almost blindly, he walked towards the stairs.  Everything about her was sinful and delicious.  From her scent to her skin, her bewitching eyes, and those hips…God those hips.  Lust rose sharply from within a darkened place.  She had lit the flame and it was going to be hard to extinguish. –

 

~RB~

 

SA:  How was it possible for something which functioned so much like a machine to have such a sway in her movement, almost intoxicant to his view? How was it that a woman which was far from a woman have such femininity and sensuality in her movements, as each step up the stairs was performed with such grace, such flow that each step seemed like a dance in which the hem of her long white dress participated, combined with the soft clicking of her heels, only to enhance the sensation – Like a clock ticking, those heels beat along the floor on her way up, a clock, ticking, for him. Tick-tock, click-click-click all the way up. She never looked back at him again, after that one simple, subtle gaze, allowing him to drown in her movements. The swaying of her hips, the curve her body created when each leg lifted up against the stair. Only to enhance his lust. Lust – One of the many things she fed on, the Wraith, hungry for Sins – So hungry that he could feel her, so close and yet so far from his body and soul – So close to devouring both. There was a sudden click, before the male could have realized what happened, as the door behind them snapped shut, sending them both upstairs, as vision would be graced with the sight of a king sized bed, under a canopy. Scarlet red, silken sheets with crimson reflections. Now, she was pinned – Her back rested neatly against the door, as if letting him ~know~ he had no escape anymore, blocking his only way out. Her eyes burned, sending cold shivers along the male’s already tensed muscles, as those lips remained perpetually parted, only slightly, barely creating a small gap between them. Waiting.  Anticipating. Provoking.  Longing.

 

RB: -The trap had been set long before Nick had set foot upon the stairs.  It had all begun the moment that Sophia had entered the Kingdom of the Blood Rose.  From the beginning, the white haired wraith had one objective, and that was to feed.  The Queen, in her fear had left the Knight to entertain the guest, and he had obliged in the game of cards.  The reading.  He had shown to have strength, and even had been given the card as a reminder of that event.  Now however, was that same strength going to save him, and did he even want to be saved?  The mesmerizing way in which Sophia’s hips swayed, back and forth like a pendulum, or hypnotist’s fob watch – had the Vampire all but lost to the world outside of Sophia’s making.  Nick followed until it was too late to turn back.  Once we accept our fate, we are at the mercy of what lay behind the magician’s curtain.  What awaited Nick however was a room that could best be described as a bedroom.  If he was expecting a dining hall, he was mistaken, but really…he was the main course.  The stage was set.  The players took their positions upon the floor.  The click of the lock turned and with her back resting to that same door, there would be no escape.  But really, did he want to be set free?  A wry smile formed to his lips, through the haze of anticipation and lust.  He tore off his coat and simply let it fall to the floor.  Bold steps cut across the floor back to where she stood.  In this room, of decadence and red satin, blood would be spilt, and it was probably going to be his.  Nick started to undo the buttons of his shirt, as she may well watch him in silence.  “This is what you wanted all along.  There was no dinner…you wanted to feed upon me.”  Nick opened his shirt, and she could see his abs and hairless chest.  “How hungry are you, Sophia?”  His voice hoarse, but riddled with lust.  The very thing she wanted most of all. –

~RB~

 

SA:   “Starving.” It all started with that ~word~. And then, everything would follow in a sudden collision, as everything truly came to be after that one singular, whispered out word was spoken. She always played her Game right – The Blind Reader, this woman with such an abnormal visage, abnormal characteristics and odd behaviour, this puzzle unable to be solved. She always played her Game just like it was supposed to be played, despite the vast majority of her victims never truly reaching this point of it – Truth be told, there were very few she actually fed off from their Lust, very few to invite over Dinner instead of devouring them right at the Tarot table. Very few who actually, truly impressed her? An arm extended upwards, satin gloved long digits playing with the pins which held white tresses in place only to remove them, letting those strands of pure snow cascade over her shoulders like an avalanche, waves and waves crashing against her shoulder blades and over her back, throwing the pins aside. Her azures made sure to burn and roam over each inch of his body, each small movement he made, each button he unhooked from his shirt. Sophia didn’t move from her spot, nor uttered another word. There was nothing else to be said, like a Tarot reading itself, when all the cards are flipped over, facing them. All the cards showing, finally, clear on the table for them to see. The Cards never lie and now, they were telling this man’s Faith, in the hands of the Reader, so skilfully crafting and shaping the thread of his Destiny. But this was a hunt, between two Predators, and she wouldn’t have it any other way – A fair fight, Predator to Predator, a War that was on the verge on starting right there, in the bedroom.

 

RB:  -The truth.  One word answered everything that Nick now believed.  This game she had played so well, was reaching the spectacular conclusion.  One that would see her reap the rewards for her efforts.  For a man that was facing his greatest threat, he showed a face that was actually happy.  There was no more need for words.  No more questions to be answered.  Her movements, like that of a skilled dancer, started them off.  All by the simple letting down of her hair.  A torrent of white tresses that tumbled down her back – the pins only scattering to the floor discarded.  In matching with her movements, he too began to peel away – at first with his shirt that simply fell to the floor, once he had withdrawn his arms from them one at a time.  The silk like black material abandoned.  As her eyes traversed his body, so too did Nick’s on hers.  The vampire reached out and pinched at the white fabric of her dress, the straps on her shoulders – and slowly he slid them down over the roundness of her shoulders….down her arms so that her beautiful breasts would be exposed to the chill of the night’s air.  His fingertips were rough against the soft silkiness of her skin.  Sheer, just as he had imagined it to be.  Nick was still the hunter, but he knew that there was always that one creature that could never be tamed.  His pants now sat low on his hips, the vampire exposed to Sophia’s hunger.   He was so close now, that she could feel his breath upon her skin.  His lips parted enough for her to see those dog teeth of his.  The suffering would end on his call.  “Feast…upon me.”

 

SA:  His shirt, fully removed, allowing his pale skin to be for her viewing pleasure only as one arm reached for him, slender digits trailing lightly along his chest. Those satin white gloved fingertips only moved to caress along each line of perfectly defined muscles of his chest as if tracing the lines of a sculpted masterpiece, creating small patterns along his skin. She felt his wandering him as it slid under the straps of her dress, slowly letting them fall over her shoulders, feeling the softness of her skin – velvet to the touch, feather-like. Head craned to the side only to take notice of this motion before both her hands moved to search for his, lacing digits together as she moved his hands at the back of her dress, up to the top, where the zipper started – It was then when he could actually feel the structure of her body, that almost anorexic physique of this woman as the zipper was strategically placed right in the middle of her body, following the line of her spine. It was straight down, allowing the dress to completely fall, sliding off her body once it would’ve been lowered. She maintained his hands there while hers moved upwards, back along his chest before removing her gloves, having those neatly done nails drag along his flesh. Gentle caress of a feather-like skin combined with sharp, short lived scratches, not enough pressure to draw blood yet enough to leave a small sting. Her lips, perpetually parted only slightly as her body moved almost by instinct against his, leaning in for a kiss, whether or not he would go for unzipping the white fabric which imprisoned her curves. ‘Feast?’ The words echoed through her mind allowing a Cheshire grin to spread over her alabaster features, right in that brief moment, before the kiss. Before the beginning of the end.

 

RB:  -It was truly a dance between two devils.  Each had their own desires and reasons for their behavior, and like a skilled chess player, Nick was not showing his true potential just yet.  Like a fool he could have rushed in madly, and given into her much sooner than he had, but he gave off the illusion that he was completely smitten by her attentions.  It was only when Nick had removed her white dress, and felt the edges of her spine jutting out of her lily white skin, did he truly realize that she was in fact wasting away before him.  Bones sticking out so far as to stretch the skin for all they were worth.  Nick’s fingers curled inwards after the touch as though seizing a small bird in the palm of his hand.  But those same fingers would be prized open by Sophia’s fingers, when brought back around. Interlocked them with her own.  Her free hand was now naked of the white satin glove, and so she started off, by scratching down Nick’s torso – not enough to draw blood, but more so to  arouse the Vampire into a state of being.  The vampire released a pent up growl, that had been building ever since their bodies came together.  Pressed flesh to flesh, and now she went in for the kill, but this was when the game turned slightly.  A twist that was to be unexpected.  As she leaned in for the kiss, his fingers ripped the zipper downward in such a fashion that it may well tear the fabric.  His dog teeth fully extended went to not just nip her bottom lip, but pull it back far enough that it may well cause a tear.  Nick snorted as the male started to show a sign of true dominance.  A fist full of the white fabric caught between his fingers, as he drew her even closer. –

~RB~

 

SA:  Withering away’ was perhaps, indeed, the best term to describe the physical condition of this abnormal woman who truly fell in the cliché category of ‘flesh and bone’ and yet, something already dead cannot still be withering away – She believed that by now he had a couple of hints scattered here and there along their time together to understand the anomaly of her, he reasons why pieces of the puzzle refused to click together – But if he didn’t, she wouldn’t complain much. A meal was a meal, despite having a small disappointment in the outcome of it. For once, though, she was caught off-guard, so sure of her movement to go for the kiss that she did not notice when his hands moved back around her frame. Her body once pressed against the wooden door was now ever so roughly pulled towards his until there was no more room between their chest, torsos rubbing together. No room to breathe – not that she needed to – no room to actually create a distance between them anymore, neither physical nor mental. The board was set and the pawns each had their place on it. There was even a soft sound which escaped her, a sound he wouldn’t have heard before, to actually hear her surprised: A gasp into the rough tug of her form towards his only to feel and hear that zipper being pulled down, sliding along her frame – The dress parting in the middle behind her to reveal skin of alabaster so easily once camouflaged with the fabric of seminal chromatics; The prominent shoulder blades and spine and the natural curve of her body, as white fabric eventually slid all the way down to the floor with a small, barely audible dropping noise, rustling the air around them. It was then, when her bottom lip was tugged into the grasp of his sharp canines, that she reacted with a stifled growl of her own – a longing growl, a hungry growl as her arms went under his shoulders and at his back, pulling ~his~ form to ~hers~ while taking a step backwards to impact her own back against the door, once more, with quite the loud bang to it. Then and there, it happened for a similar motion to be performed, apparently coincidental – But he should know better than to consider this woman’s actions as mere coincidences by now – Meant to install a déjà-vu feeling into the man’s mind; One of her long, slender and now fully bare, beautiful legs came to coil around one of his, trailing the fabric of his trousers against her perfect flesh only to gently loop it around his hips. Provoking, yet inviting him more towards her. The Lion, letting its prey approach willingly.

 

 

RB: –  A meal is a meal that is true.  But who was to dine first?  It was that sound, the shock of surprise by the vampire’s boldness, that caught Sophia off guard and it was at this moment, that the Vampire completely turned the game on its head.  Oh she was quick to use her slender limbs to wrap around his leg to bring him in even closer, but this just served to make it all the more easier for him to do what he was about to.  Wraith or not, she was a woman.  A woman that hungered for the same nocturnal desires that all others did.  Hungry as she may be, there would be a part of her that wanted to be fed upon.  To be tasted, savored…and enjoyed.  When her body slammed hard against the door, with no room to move away, Nick started to slink down.  His nose prodding and his head flicking against her bare skin as he went down on one knee.  A hand moved her leg so that it was now draped over his shoulder.  Oh…she could still do that, it only made it easier for him.  Nick tore the rest of her dress away with his teeth, causing it to rip down the front as well as the back – exposing the sweetness that he searched for.  Her musk was intoxicating, and with one leg up, she was well and truly exposed to his ministrations.  At first, he ran his nose up between her swollen lips, before letting his long snake like tongue delve between her sensitive folds. Already her nectar could be tasted upon his waiting tongue, and he angled his head in a fashion that allowed him to open mouth kiss those same lower lips. His right hand snaked around to capture the ripe bare ass cheek that awaited him, and so this meant she would find it difficult to move without a lot of effort on her part.  If the lip nipping had been shocking, this was bound to bring out a cry of unadulterated pleasure from those sweet lips of hers.  The vampire’s head was now buried between her thighs, his tongue flicking in and out as he lapped at her richness of taste.  A rumble of dark pleasure was felt from his heaving chest. The feeding had begun.-

~RB~

 

SA:  The feeding had begun indeed, seemingly for both of them – different styles, different methods and even completely antithetic connotations for the action or object of feeding. With the last bits of white fabric torn from her figure, Sophia was left completely naked, in front of him, showing yet another almost disturbing abnormality – There was Perfection. The notion which is considered impossible to reach was, at least at first glance, reached by her features – Her breasts, the perfect tear-drop shape, round and perky with a pair of pale pink nipples, erect in the cold air of the room in ruins; her abdomen, completely flat, having those prominent hipbones protruding against a thin layer of flesh; Her legs, long, slender, that small mound of flesh above her flesh neatly bald, smooth skin to the touch. The oddity which made her disturbing was that there was no blemish, no birthmark, nothing but a vast field of perfect alabaster flesh, as if she wasn’t born, bur created. As if her body was a living – but not quite – , breathing – but not really – sculpture or marble. There was one singular sign of a blemish, one that was almost impossible not to notice as it consisted in a scar, right in the middle of her chest, merely a couple of inches below the in-between of her breasts. A perfect, vertical scar which showed the precision of it doing and yet, a scar with a slight blackened edge to it. He didn’t seem to give it much importance, despite it being the only ‘normal’ thing in the perfect anomaly that she was – She felt him, lowering himself only to bring one of her legs upwards as it instinctually draped along his back, his breath trailing over her most sacred area, her very intimate sex and his tongue spreading those soft, smooth folds only to reach the fruit it was after. Another growl, rumbled along her throat as those azures came to jolt to the back of her head instantly while her neck snapped back. There was pleasure. But to her, it had a meaning beyond the Carnal itself – The Lust was what she fed on, the mere feeling of it rushing through your body – it fueled and made her chest heave in anticipation, longing for more. More and more until she would have been ready to ‘Feast’.

 

 

RB : -Our bodies speak in volumes that cannot be heard by the naked ear.  The slightest tremor from a quivering thigh, the sharp jerk of realization that one was being explored and tasted by a skilled lover.  Nick was not only paying attention to the sounds she uttered, but the way she moved.  And it was at this point, that Nick began to realize something.  While most women became a quaking mess at this sort of attention, Sophia was holding back.  Yes, she let the leg stay upon his shoulder, but there was no hand to guide his head further into what would be her sacred jewel.  With his mouth still wet from the lacquer she provided, the Vampire pushed her leg off his shoulder and started to rise slowly as though slinking up her form.  He had caught sight of her almost unnatural beauty on his travels down and up.  He did come to notice the vertical scar that was between those all too perfect breasts.  The only imperfection upon what was a clean slate. As they came face to face once more, she would be able to smell herself upon his nose and those same grey lips.  She was holding back, though reeling him in at the same time.  It was not her own pleasure that she sought.  It was his.  Her body was bait; the whole thing was a trap.  He stared her down as the jigsaw pieces all fell into place.  Nick’s eyes widened at the reality of this moment.  Always the predator, but this wicked girl had stacked the deck long before he sat down at her table.  “You don’t want an easy meal, do you?”  He’d been manipulated beautifully.  Without so much as a word from her.  How incredibly clever of her.  She may be standing before him naked, but she was dressed to kill.  He stared at those lips.  Should he kiss her one last time?  The silence was now deafening.-

~RB~

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SA:  There was no such thing as an ‘easy meal’ to her – To even utter those 2 words was offensive for her – She never wanted something easy. So, to see the man stop and, moreover, tell her that managed to irritate her yet not enough to move away. Her arms did remove themselves from the grip they had over his form, hands coming to place palms flat on the wooden surface behind her as they stood there, face to face. Her game; unmasked by him.  Her reward; recognized by him. “Of course not.” She mused out lightly, as those azure orbs burned deep within him with such coldness. Never blinking, always staring. “…But you knew that, the moment you stepped in.” And there it was, the Monster revealing itself to the man as a sardonic grin allowed those scarlet lips to curl upwards by their corners. Slowly, she moved her back away from the door, steps followed by that soft clicking of her heels against the floor motioning her across the upstairs, all the way to the edge of the bed. “And you don’t seek an easy meal, either – It’s why you’ve accepted my Dinner invitation which, mind you, was just that – an invitation left to your free will to accept or decline.” With that, her body propped up to sit by the edge of the bed, hands holding onto the sheets as her legs crossed, left over right, offering a gaze his way. “You knew what you were getting to, the moment you asked your question at the table… And furthermore, it’s what ~you~ want. You don’t want an easy task – You seek the thrill. The suspense and the climax. You seek what lies beyond a mortal’s capacity of grasping meaning to certain things. Which is what I am able to offer you.” Pause. One of her hands patting the spot next to her onto the bed. “…you see, Nick. I didn’t seek you out, no – You’ve sought me, from the beginning.”

The Captain and Xzilia – Part Three.

 

This is the third part in “The Captain and Xzilia” story, written with dreamcircle125 of WordPress.

(Please be advised, this part contains adult content and reader discretion is advised.)

PART THREE
DC:   Shut down, face red, the question made her want to squirm and squirm she did. She opened her mouth to say something, it should have been obvious from most of her actions. They only way she was able to be this romantic was time travel, able to meet the infamous Romeo and Juliet. Looking up at him she tried a steady answer without stutter, but it was almost too hard.
 
“W-why ask me such a silly question?”  She maneuvered herself to sit on her knees so she look at him a little better. She was nervous that he would do something, but still trusted him enough to stay in the tub.
 
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RB-  But it wasn’t a silly question and she knew it.  Her stammering showed more nerves, though she was trying to play this off as a trivial matter.  Louis couldn’t be more serious.  Watching her change her position, so she was now facing him – she could watch for his reaction, and he let out a sigh. Simply leaning back he regarded her with what could be described as a fond look.
“Because I want to know the answer.”
Louis rested his arms on the sides of the tub and just stared at her.  He was not about to make any rash movements unless he was sure about this.  If he had any intent to take her right then and there, it all depended on what she said.
“I already have a pretty good idea.”
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DC:   “I am a virgin, I have been for 5 billion years.” She felt so embarrassed telling a secret that has been hidden for years. But for some reason she felt he would understand, aside from some teasing along the way, she felt she could open up to him privately. Her brown eyes looked at him now, what was he going to do.
 
“Oh wait! Are you a virgin too?” If he was going to know she wanted to too. She expected either a yes I am or a no, therefore she would probably be collided with that little thing called curious jealousy.
 
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RB-  Louis’s eyebrows practically shot up into his scalp.  It was not the fact that she was a virgin, but the fact she had been one for such a long…long time.  How does a man respond to that?  Her question though had him burst out laughing in surprise.  Did she just ask what he thought she did?  The water in the bath rocked and sloshed out the sides as he slapped the side of the tub.  
“No…no I am not one.  Lost mine so long ago, that I can’t even remember how it happened.”  And that was the truth.  A few more chuckles came as his body shook from it.  He wiped a tear away at the comical side of the whole thing.  Here she was, naked as they came – opening up to him, and he had the gaul to laugh about it.  They say that comedy is always good in a tense situation.  Did it matter really if he wasn’t?  He was a man of the sea, and a vampire to boot.  Sex was completely natural for him.  
“You’re not going to go storming off now, are you?”  He did wonder if she would take offense at his behavior, but seriously, could you blame him for not being amused.
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DC:   Oh, what was funny about an honest question? She expected him to say no, but laughing about it made the question seem foolish to ask. And storming off would be pointless, he would be able to find her easily now that they were connected. She looked down to think, she wouldn’t feel special to him like he would to her. That was lost a long time ago. But there were other ways of making that occasion special for them both, luckily it wont happen anytime soon. She looked back at him and giggled along before kissing him sweetly.
 
“The water is chilly and we look like prunes, why don’t we get out?” She said, pulling her zombified fingers from the water and wiggling them some. She giggled at the thought of zombies before she climbed her rump outta the tub.
 
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RB-  Xzilia appeared not to take offense to his laughter, but if she had, the girl had a good way of hiding it.  Watching on, Louis remained in the tub, as Xzilia went to hop out.  Water tumbling off her backside as she stepped out, one leg at a time.  “There is a towel to the right.” Louis gestured towards a rack that had a couple of large bath sheets on it.  He gave her a minute, before he too rose up out of the water.  If she bothered to turn around, Xzilia might notice the many battle scars that lined his body.  Like a weird road map of red lines and sweeping curves.  He’d been in many sword fights, and a few gun battles – but that was a story or two for another time.
Louis walked up beside Xzilia, dripping on the floor as he reached for a towel of his own.  The Captain wrapped it around his hips and tied it off, as he watched Xzilia dry herself off.  He had some very dark and tempting thoughts on what he could do to her, but she was giving off signals that she was not at all ready.  He knew though that when she was….she would be begging for it.  This thought alone gave him reason to smile.  She had admitted her love for him, but was not ready to give herself over to him in body just yet.
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DC: She felt him behind her and smiled, wrapping the towel around her slim body. Turning around she looked up at him and tilted her head. This is what she was ready for and when her hand reached for his face the city alarms went off, bursting her unaware eardrums.
 
“Looks like your needed on the sea, would you like me to dress and teleport you?” She asked as she grabbed her wet clothes that still lay upon the ground. She then turned around and kissed his cheek for a small ‘Come home safe’ gift. 
 
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RB- It was unexpected that the moment would be interrupted by the blasting of the city alarms.  Seriously, they had just beaten a french vessel that was outside the harbor, and now something else was causing panic within the city.  Was this to be a common theme in this realm of hers?  He wasn’t exactly dressed and ready for battle, since he had just stepped out of the bath.  Xzilia offered to dress him, which made him smile widely, till he realized that she meant to zap dry clothes on his and then teleport him right off to the scene of the action taking place.
Louis simply let the towel fall from around his hips and said proudly.
“Be my guest, love.”
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DC:   She walked over and had some clothes appear on a near stool. Grabbing his underwear and pants she turned to him, steeling her nerves for something romantic.
 
“You will need to work with me so we can do this efficiently.” She said holding up undergarments with a giggle as she peeked around him. She wasn’t blushing this time, but seemed to enjoy the thought of dressing her lover.
 
She bent down and helped him put on underwear and pulling them up, pants went on the same way yet they clung more to his damp skin. Getting those troublesome things on made her laugh and she grabbed his shirt. Pulling it over his head she had him pull his arms through and she pulled it over his scarred body. She had always noticed the scars, but in his line of work as long as he didn’t come back with new ones she was happy. Hefting up his heavy coat she helped him put it on before walking in front.
 
“I never seen you so handsome dressing as a pirate.”
 
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RB-  The Captain held himself at the ready, a sly smirk on his face since Xzilia was actually going to dress him…physically.  Not by using some sort of magical trick.  Being hands on gave him the opportunity to allow her to touch him in a very sensual way.  The girl was not blushing, though he could hear that she was enjoying this through the tone of her voice.  Louis stepped into the underwear and then the pants as he allowed her to drag them up his legs, till he used his own hands to tie them up.  The shirt was funny, since his torso was still damp from the bath.  She could have at least patted him down with the towel, but she was a bit rushed to get him covered.  Once he had threaded the coat on his arms, he rolled his shoulders so that the coat sat correctly, and he was once again looking very much like his pirate self.
“Shh….don’t go saying that.  All the wenches won’t be able to keep their grubby mits off me.”  He winked at her after saying this, so she knew it was totally in jest.  Picking up his sword belt, he threaded it on while the city alarms continued to rage.
“I’ll get there under my own steam, love.  You just…go do what you have to do.”  He wasn’t sure if she had to attend to a town council over the latest danger to befall them, but he was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be fighting alongside him. 
Grabbing his hat, he slapped it on his head, before marching out the door, and off to the scene of chaos.
~
DC:   She smirked; those other women would have to face a wraith unmatched by any other. She wouldn’t allow another woman to touch him like she touches him, the thoughts of their destruction raced as she held his hat for him. Then he told her to do what she had to do, well she may only be dressed in a towel but she planned on going with him. This wasn’t just some normal siren it was the black alarm, meaning there was a massive fleet on the horizon.
 
When he left she swirled her clothes into a feisty outfit of her own, she may not be fighting on the sea but with a fleet of men coming the port is not the only area they will attack. As Louis went to the port the city was in chaos, not at all panicking but preparing for a battle. Women took up battle gear and bows while most the men rushed to the port to man their ships. Louis was not going to be the only man on the sea, he was going to command the entire city this time.
 
Having the women follow, Xzilia lead them up the winding mountains and commanded groups to get into position. She went to her lone outpost and watched the hundreds of ships nearing the city. In one motion of her arms lifting a storm of shadows rose above as of to manipulate her as a giant. She shouted loudly, a battle cry and warning to the incoming boats.
 
“You will die again today! Let our wraith impale your souls!” And she laughed her giant self, unable to attack but making a impressive defense.
 

 

 
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RB- Scores of men, women and even children dressed in clothes from armor to rags came out from each and every house and building in the town.  Louis was surprised to learn that this was not some one off incident, but that the town had had to fight for its independence more than once.  A fighting spirit that roared to the fore, with Xzilia leading many out in front.  This was not just to be a war of the water, but of the land, and also the sky.  Looking back, Louis was proud to see that Xzilia was now dressed for war.  Her clothing was tight fitting but you could see she moved in it freely.  A swelling of pride for this woman rose in his chest, and it made him all the more determined to fight off those invaders that set to conquer the land. 
Bowmen and women lined the hills, while closer to the docks, great catapults were brought in to range, being dragged in by massive beasts of burden.  Their roars met with the sounds of squawks from the sky.  Giant eagles ridden by riders that had leather saddles on their backs formed attack squadrons.  The sight being an ominous one, as the array of supernatural beings was simply staggering.  Louis should have known that this town was special for a reason, aside from just Xzilia herself.  
Up on the ridge, Louis took out his eye glass and surveyed the oncoming of hundreds of ships.  The French vessel had to have been a scout, and with the fire of that ship still smoldering on the horizon, this was the response – a full on invasion force.
Hearing the roar of what sounded like a giant, Louis turned and tilted his head back to see what was a giant clone of Xzilia.  A sheer mountain of a woman, and her voice carried out far beyond the waves.  The Vampire pirate had to admit it, she was impressive when most fierce.  The Pirate drew his sword, and hollered.
“Defeat the enemy…in Xzilia’s name!”
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DC:   Upon Louis’s ship is his trusted crew and Louana, still wrapped in bandages but not getting a day off because she was injured. In fact even the crewmates that were injured were there too prepping the boat. Louana gripped the wheel as the captain boarded and the men dropped the sails for them to burst from the port first. They were the captains boat after all, they needed to be ahead of all the others.
 
Out the port hole they went, followed by boats of all sizes, 60 boats to the enemies 100+. Looking at the whole fleet coming at them they noticed they had six massive war boats and they could only get one. Scales felt tipped but nothing they never went against before.  The cities people were all behind Louis and all awaited orders as they neared the ships. Louana looked at her captain steadily. 
 
 
“Congratulations sir, this will be your first battle. You are Captain of the Seven Sea City!” She raised her fist and the songs roared long and far behind them. Everyone cheered a sailors song ready for battle.
 
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RB- The crew of the Devil’s Mistress had barely had the time to get their injuries seen too, and this included Louana, who was at the Captain’s side once more.  The hair on the back of his neck bristled, when he heard her voice.  Not at what she was saying, but the fact that he knew of Xzilia’s jealousy of the woman – her actions when they had landed earlier, earning Louis a right problem with the woman he truly loved.  But that all had to be put behind them, or swept under the rug for now, since they had a great enemy to face.  Though the city had come out in full support of Louis and his fleet, they were still outnumbered.  It didn’t take much to see, that they were going to need their land forces to help win this battle – not just rely on the ships alone.
Louana’s cry to get the crews all to roar in unison in a showing of support drew only a slight upward head tilt from the Captain.  No, this was not the time for moving speeches, it was a time for action.
“Full sail….all ships.  Full sail!”  Louis roared, as the sails of the Devil’s Mistress and all other ships released their sails to capture the wind being blown down from the mountains.  As though the God’s themselves wished to blow the ships out into the face of the battle.  The crews of each ship ran up and down, tying off ropes and securing the cannons, for when they came to the thick of the fight.
Standing with Louana at the helm, the Captain had his sword pointed at the floor, watching the oncoming armada as the two sides raced to fight each other across the blue of the sea.  If the humans thought they could wipe the supernaturals off the map, with this form of attack, they were gravely mistaken.
The Devil’s Mistress spirited to the front of the pack, since she was the largest ship in the fleet.  Colours raised in a declaration of war…and it was to be fought to the bitter end.
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DC:   The next thing that happened was a roar of cannon fire from miles away; they were sending heavy shots to rain down. At first there was nothing in the sky then tiny black dots appeared and Louana calculated the impact points and steered away. Large splashes sprayed the crew and the ship rocked and creaked. She weaved through the area while a few other ships may have gotten nicked by the fire, they were untouched.
 
Flipping up her eye patch she scanned the ships and turned to her captain with a report. 
 
“The whole front line are rammers, they put smaller and faster flanking ships behind them while the heavy hitters range further behind. Most of the men are being picked off by the marksmen on the ridge but we will still have a handful.” She speculated they would only get so far by being this far ahead but eventually they would have to fall back into the crowd of boat behind them. 
 
Another round of heavy shots as they grew closer and she once again weaved through without a scratch. Eyeing the interlocking rammers she awaited captain’s orders.
 
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RB-  The ship turned suddenly as the whistling sound of incoming cannonball fire alerted all to ready the guns in retaliation.  The battle had truly begun, and with the large splashes of the first few cannonballs hitting the water and not the ship, it wouldn’t be long before they began to hit their targets.  The Captain held steady in light of the fast turning ship.  Louana’s skill at the wheel was now more important than ever before.  
Joining her, in looking to see what the front offensive was made up of with his eye glass raised, he frowned to see they were rammers.  On the opposing fleets, the arrows being fired from land were picking off the odd few, but not enough were being felled to make any real dent in their defenses.  Louis closed his eyeglass with one swift movement of his hand and rammed it back into his hip holster. 
More heavy cannon fire again missed their mark, but they couldn’t outrun it forever.  
“Forward guns….aim!”
The order coming from the Captain as he took off down from the helm, leaving Louana to continue to steer the ship on its set course to take on the rammers.  If it was a full on confrontation they wanted, then that is what they would get.
With the gunners poised and ready, the Captain sliced his sword through the air to give the signal.
“Fire!”
Loud explosions rang out from the Devil and other forward baring ships, as they rained down multiple shots against the approaching rammers.  Fighting fire with fire was the best option given to them.  The Captain’s hat blew off his head as he ran to the front of the ship, seeing a few of their cannonballs smash through the masts of the lead ships.  Sail was already collapsing on two, and this was a good start, if they could blind them from seeing where they were going.
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DC:   From the wheel Louana felt the jolt of cannons fire. It rumbled her chest as every ship followed suit. The righteous sounds of battle had begun. Then the next cannon fire didn’t come from the front but to the right of the Mistress as the ridge began to get blasted to pieces by two massive War ships.
 
Xzilia’s shadow giant was able to slim the possibilities of death but there were many injured. A roar broke out as the guardian swarmed the boats with balls of shadow souls. Now blindly firing at the ridge caused for more havoc, but the marksmen clearly saw their targets.
 
Louana only gave a brief glance in their direction before she made a sharp turn away from some new kind of shot. They began firing cannonballs tied with massive chain nets, only the war boats could handle these. She had a much harder time maneuvering around these, the wheel spinning wildly as they looked like a deadly sea serpent.
 
And then they were hit, the back of the boat was clipped and tore a great chunk out. What a shot that was as Louana rose from covering her head and whipped her head angrily towards the hole. 
 
“You son of a bitch!” She stamped her foot and stared on towards the rammers as the rammers were being bombarded with repeated cannon fire.
 
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RB – The sheer number of cannonballs being fired, and from the different directions meant that the Devil’s Mistress was at the risk of succumbing to the attack, which now included massive chain nets attached to the cannon balls.  This alone was unexpected, and as the Devil was getting pummelled, it was clear that if relief from other ships did not come fast, that the ship may well find itself sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
All around there was chaos and carnage.  Dying men screaming out in terror and pain, while the Captain narrowly missed being speared by a large piece of timber that had sheered off one of the other ships.  
Then it happened, a large chunk of the back of the ship was clipped and it tore a massive hole into the back end that was enough to have it start to take on vast amounts of sea water.  Cabin after cabin was becoming flooded, and it was all happening so fast that it gave the crew little time to react.  No matter what Louana did at the wheel, it was clear that the ship was lost.
“ABANDON SHIP!”  The Captain roared at his crew.  The law of the sea was that the Captain went down with his ship, but he couldn’t see his crew, or what was left of them suffer the same fate as he.
Louis raised his head to where Louana was standing and bellowed.  “That goes for you too!”  He made a run up towards the helm when a cannon ball ripped out of nowhere, and blew him right off the boat.
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DC:  “LOUIS!!” Louana screamed, releasing the wheel and looking over the edge of the sinking ship. She watched the crew abandon their positions and this made her extremely angry. “What cowards!!” She shouted going back to the wheel as her eyes grew as blue as the deep sea.
 
“I am Louana, Siren of the Sea. Creatures below listen to me. Rise to the surface with teeth bared, don’t let those ships pass even if they dared!” She sang her song and slowly the sea grew oddly still. For the first few moments nothing happened and then from the center of the battalion rose a Kraken. It roared its loyalty as massive tentacles smashed the war boats.
 
The enemies screamed in terror and the city folk cheered, Louana had gotten pissed. The Devils Mistress, although torn to bits, now rose up as a safety boat for the crew to sit on. She would not be sailing into battle anymore as the other ships raced passed into the battle.
 
Walking to the where Louis had fallen in Louana had a decision to make, assume her Captain was dead or jump in and look for him. She decided to go look for him and over the edge she dived.
 
On the ridge Xzilia witnessed everything and fear grew in her. She wanted to go to him but was distracted by the incoming troops climbing their way up the sides. Most of them made it passed the defense and went to attack her with swords and guns; she only raised her scythe from the ground and cut off their heads, feeding on their blood. This is what they get for sinking her lovers ship, not a survivor was allowed to pass into the city nor run in terror back to their homeland. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the impossible, could he really have died?
 
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RB- Hell hath no fury like a woman, and the sea being hers to command, it raised up the mightiest of its creatures to go into battle as the Captain of the Devil’s Mistress was slowly sinking below the waves.  Was this the way it was meant to end?  His black, silver hair was floating about him as his face showed a youth and serenity that it had not featured in years.  Above the waves, the glow of fire and shadows of passing ships, only caused to blanket the Captain from easy view.  That and the many creatures that had come to Louana’s call had swum and swirled past the drowning Captain.
While the Devil’s Mistress was now bobbing back on the surface, and the remaining crew were scurrying to board it for safety’s sake, this would leave Louana wondering if the sea had taken the Captain as its price for this battle.
Bubbles were the only trace that he was slowly sinking further, and as Louana swam to find him, it would be a daunting task.  The medallion that he wore around his neck then glimmered and shone, as though reacting to it’s owner’s predicament.  A large pulse like tremor was sent out from the Captain, that would be felt far across the sea, and even cause the wind to stir through the hair of Xzilla on the shore.  
If she didn’t know better, it was like Louis’s fingers were running through her hair one last time.  A whisper…..very faint….and final.
“Xzilla….”
~
DC:   Some force slammed into Louana and using her sight she noticed a glimmer about a half mile down. He was not about to escape her now and like a knife through butter she swam down deeper into the depths of the water. He slowly came to view to Louana and she reached out towards his form. No bubbles came from his body as she grabbed his wrist and brought him closer. He wasn’t dead yet though she felt small and feint life in him as she speedily swam upwards.
 
Xzilia cut down the last man when the wind blew through her hair. She felt his touch right as the sea and land rumbled. His hand running through her hair and then cupping her cheek. She leaned into nothing as she heard him whisper her name, was this meaning he was leaving her? Was the man she ever so loved about to die?
 
When she felt that the forces on the ridge now could hold their own she ran down the mountain and to the shore. Spotting Louana dragging him out of the water and then trying to bring him back made her even more frantic. She ran to his side and grabbed one of his hands into hers.
 
“So help me Louis, if you kill over now I will hunt you down and cram your soul into a jar.” She could think of harsher ways of punishing him, but all she wanted was her simple joke to bring him back. As Louana worked her stuff Xzilia raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. “Please don’t leave me…I will never forgive you for just giving up like this.”
 
~
RB-  The sea was set to make Louis hers.  That was until his collar was caught by the swift swimming Louana.  Had it not been for her efforts, the Captain would surely drown.  Dragged from the sea’s clutches, the Captain’s body was brought to shore only to have Xzilia run down from the hills to see if her lover was dead or alive.  He looked grey in colour, with no redness at all.  Louis’s eyes were closed and the medallion that had sent out the pulse was changing color.  Turning black right before Louana and Xzilia’s eyes.  Was his power truly fading away?  Had his whisper in the wind been his final goodbye?
Picking up his hand, it would have felt lifeless and cold to touch.  His fingers didn’t twitch or move at all, and to see him this way would easily bring tears to the eyes of even the hardest of hearts.  
So many years had passed in Louis’s life both at a man and a vampire.  In all this time, no one had cared for him in the same way that Xzilia had.  The very short time that they had known each other, the blackness that had concealed his heart was breaking away and a fine light had managed to make it through.  
Why is it that our greatest joy comes at the very end…..
As she cried at him to not leave her, his head tipped to the side, and his eyes opened ever slightly.  The beauty of the silver orbs shone with tears as he gasped one final breath…
~
DC:   “Louis!” She called as she gripped his hand, warm tears dripping. She seen his eyes open but the gasp of breath was raspy. When Louana pulled away she glared at her. “What are you doing?! He – he just gasped its working!!” She looked back at the man and trembled as Louana crushed her dreams.
 
“I’m so sorry Xzilia, but he just died.” She trailed off in a whisper and looked away as Xzilia burst into tears. 
 
She wasn’t having this as she raised her wrist to her lips and slit it open. If Louana couldn’t bring him back maybe Xzilia’s blood could, and she dripped it upon his lips. With nothing happening she went to the next best thing and filled her mouth with some blood, giving him a frantic and loving bloody kiss. In the back of her mind she pleaded to any that could hear her, let this man live on. She continued to kiss him, this time because it felt like her last as she cupped his cold face. What did she do to deserve this?
 
~
RB- Once in a while, the Gods like to play games and tease our sensibilities.  What right did Louis have to live, after all that he had done?  When was the last time he had shown compassion or love for another…aside from the very woman who was now shedding tears that pitter pattered against his cold skin.  Once the hand of fate is dealt, then surely that is the end.  Or is it?  With Louana crying in the background and only the wind howling – the distant sound of the sea creatures taking many ships and crews to davy’s locker, the setting was one all of death.  
But Xzilia’s love was more powerful than the seas that battered the coastal shore.  She couldn’t simply let him slip away from her.  Not now, after she had found something she had searched a billion years for.  Xzilia dripped her own blood onto his cold and blue lips, but nothing happened.  For the blood to truly enter him, it needed to be done orally.  And that is exactly what she did.  Her own mouth filling with her blood, she kissed him with all the passion and life she could muster.  The kiss…went on and on, as he lay there beneath her.  There was no response. Nothing…..
On the ground, Louis’s hand was laying still.  Blood covered and cut, a small insect was crawling across it.  The bug stopped suddenly, as the ground beneath Louis started to tremble.  In fact it was not the ground doing it, but it was Louis.  Xzilia’s blood was feeding its way through his system and deep within his body was a blackened heart.  For the first time in what was few hundred years, the heart started to beat.  Loud…Proud.  Louis’s body was in shock, as he spasmed beneath her, his eyes rolling back, for her gift was one of great power.  Louis’s eyes flew open and they were the same colour as hers.
~GASP!~
~
DC:   It was a miracle! Louis had come back to her and as he gasped she took him in her arms and ceased time itself. She cried heavy and hard, happy that he had survived what she thought was the end. All her emotions poured into his shoulder and her grip tightened even more. 
 
Louana was frozen with the rest of the world, but her face showed shock as if a ghost had scared her. The battles off in the distance showed victory and not defeat. The city had one, Louis had been saved by her bloody kiss, and time began to move again as Xzilia pulled back. Brown eyes puffy and red she smiled softly before slapping him across the face. She didn’t make it hard, just enough to get his attention for the next few words she spoke.
 
“You don’t ever scare me like that again! I thought for sure I was going to loose you!! I was so hysterical Louis…I wouldn’t have been able accept it.” As she spoke she slowly clung to his shirt, resting her head on his chest, hearing the life beating inside him. That was new.
 
~
RB-  Being pulled from the very brink of death took its toll on Louis, as he tried to regain sense of where he was, who he was…and most of all, why he was alive?  As his eyes darted back and forth, he witnessed a spectacle that only Xzilia could ever accomplish.  She somehow stopped the earth turning.  Time…everything stopped, except for Louis and Xzilia, the only two people that were living through the moment.  The poor girl.  Her face was blotchy, eyes red and puffy, yet it was the most beautiful face he had ever seen.  He was about to smile up at her when…
~WHACK!~
Xzilia smacked him across the face so hard it was enough to make his teeth chatter.  
“What was that for…?!”  It was unexpected.  
Course, she let fly.  How she never ever wanted to be that scared every again.  Xzilia was terrified of losing him.  Louis rubbed his reddening cheek and then before he could say anything, she was clinging to his shirt with her head resting to his chest.  The sound of his heart pounding within would have been new for her, as it was for him.
“You brought me back.  I can’t believe you did that.”  
Louis pushed himself up enough so that Xzilia was laying across him, and he kissed the top of her head.  His powerful arms curling around her and holding her tight to him.  She loved him, it was proven without the shadow of a doubt.  Now he felt her through his own body.  A connection that solidified their union.  They may not have shared each other yet in a romantic way, but he was very much hers now.  
The war was won….but the next battle would be…in the bedroom.
~
DC:   She giggled, weakly. Although she wasn’t much of a sleeper, all the stresses made her fall asleep. Curled into Louis’s arms; listening to his strong heart and feeling the smallest hints of warmth from his skin. He may have still been a vampire but he was now something more.
 
Louana chuckled when she seen Xzilia snored ever so cutely. Looking at Louis she patted his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.
 
“Captain, I am grateful you are alive and well. Never once have I seen her so determined to let a man live.” She stood and tried to brush the sand off her soaking clothes. Looking back down at the pair she sighed lightly. “She owns a house that she never uses; follow the main road up the hill and you should see a large house. In fat it is larger than any house here. The city folk built it for her, but she don’t like the flash things.”
 
Giving a nod of her head she ran down to the port. The Kraken sank into the deep waters as it dragged a few other ships with it. Boats started to return to shore with cheers of victory.
 
~
RB-  For all her efforts, Xzilia had now worn herself out completely.  Her soft snores could be heard as Louana chuckled on seeing such a sight.  It was even more beautiful for Louis, who had a feeling inside of him that he could not even begin to explain.  Xzilia had given him more than just her blood.  Very carefully, Louis went to stand, but at the same time, he held Xzilia close to him.  He was still wet and bloody from the battle, but he didn’t care.
“I need to thank you as well, Louana.  Had you not called the beasts of the sea, and come down to pluck me from the ocean, then I would be gone.”  Hearing that Xzilia owned a house that ws not far away, Louis looked to the direction of the path, before watching the siren head back to the port.  There would be many questions no doubt of the fate of the Captain and what happened to Xzilia.  She was sure to let them all know.
Adjusting his grip upon Xzilia, he made his way along the said path, till he came upon a house that looked to be deserted.  Was this the right one?  It was well made and the gardens were maintained, but as for signs of life, there were none.  Carefully, he carried her up the stairs and kicked the door open with his wet boot.  
No one came to the sound of the door opening.  No servants, or dogs.  It was safe to enter, so he thought.  Taking Xzilia up the stairwell, he found a large suite that was off to the right.  Tastefully decorated, with a large king sized bed in the center of the room.  Gently he lowered her down onto the bed, and started to disrobe her, peeling off her shirt, then her skirt and boots.  Each boot falling to the floor with a dull thud.  Drawing back the covers, he placed her neatly in the bed and drew the covers back across her sleeping form.  She looked so peaceful, he didn’t have the heart to wake her.  As much as he wanted so much more, he instead pulled up a chair and sat himself down in it…exhausted.
The events of the day had taken their toll on him as well, and as the sun set….he too fell asleep.  He was right where he wanted to be….by her side.
~
DC:   A long night slugged by filled with celebration and joy. Obviously the city mourned the dead, but there were less dead than there were injured. And for that they were happy. 
 
In the city square a feast was held, heavy drinking and eating progressed. Mid way through people hear Louanas voice as she told the tale of the might battle, including what happened to the Captain and his unexpected lover. People cheered, some cried, and others listened as if in a trance. The details she spun were magnificent, everything was perfect.
 
But a night of parties eventually comes to an end and at dawn the square was cleaned and the city folk were all nestled into their homes. Louana sat on the fountain and washed some clothes, it was tedious but better than having other people touch her delicate clothes.
 
When she looked up she stared at Xzilia’s home. Neither one, particularly Louis, came to the celebration. Were they asleep already? She stood and decided to go check on them, mainly just to see Louis. Wait, what was she thinking?! Louis had Xzilia, why did she suddenly have the urge to see him? She was so deep in thought she didn’t realize that she had already knocked on Xzilia’s door and was now waiting on her doorstep.
 
~
RB-  The town may have celebrated long through the night, but up at Xzilia’s house there was no celebration. Only the sound of slumber coming from the tired girl in the bed.  Louis had slept, but only briefly.  He remained in that same chair all through the evening.  He could hear the sounds of the people – joyous in the success of the battle, and the musicians played songs that were in marked tribute to those that fought and died, and those that survived to see another day’s dawn.  
Rising before the dawn, which was unusual for Louis as he was pretty much a creature of the night, something had happened to him when Xzilia gave him her gift of life.  He had yet to understand it, and as Xzilia slept there was no way he could bring himself to wake her and ask.  What was she exactly?  He still didn’t know.  All he did know was that she had caused a serious change in him.  Xzilia had the power to bring him back from the final death and that was no mean feat.  He had so much he wanted to ask her, but that would have to wait.
Louis was standing just shy of a velvet curtain that draped over one of the glass pane windows, when he heard a knock at the door.  Furrowing his brow, as he wasn’t sure who it could be, he strode out of Xzilia’s bedroom and headed down the stairs to the front landing.   Opening the door, he was surprised to see Louana standing there.
“I thought you would be tired from the celebrations, Louana.”  
He stepped back, as though wishing her to enter.
“Xzilia is still asleep.”
~
DC:   Looking up at his face she couldn’t help but stare until he stepped aside to let her in. She smiled softly and entered, tired as she might be it was too late for her busy body to sleep now. When she was fully into the foyer she was in awe, the place was spacious and Xzilia didn’t like living here? What a ungrateful woman. Looking at Louis she smiled kingly, and somewhat sweetly, as she threaded her voice with the ‘song’ of love.
 
“Actually Louis, I came here to see you. I know Xzilia can hold her own but I was actually worried to see how you were.” Short, sweet and hypnotic. She wanted to see just how strong her voice was, could it render a vampire like him helpless?
 
Putting her hands behind her back she added even more appeal to herself, a cute and sexy look. No man could resist it; even if her voice didn’t work the pheromones she put off would drive him crazy. 
 
~
RB- Watching the pink haired siren enter, Louis moved to close the door behind her.  The sound of the door locking echoed throughout the vast foyer.  There was no other sound, but the tap of her heels upon the tiles, and of course, her voice which in itself could be classed as a weapon of choice.  The smile that was now painted upon her lips was one that brought out a curious expression from Louis.  In a way, it was more than just a smile.  Her whole body started to act out being coy, and demure.  Was she seriously doing, what he thought she was?  Weaving her way with words and actions to present herself as a desirable woman for his fancy?
“You were worried about me?”  His head cocked ever slightly, as though not totally buying it.  His eyes darted towards the stairs, and then back down at the pink haired minx.  “I’ve pretty much treated you like a piece of shit on my shoe….and you are concerned about my well being?”  He reached up to strum his fingers upon his chin and closed one eye as he pointed at her.
“This is some sort of trick, right?”
~
DC:   With his words she narrowed her eyes, no she didn’t change what she was doing only changed the way she went about them. Her voice was still laced as she spoke words of truth to him.
 
“If I wasn’t worried about you, your sorry ass would be at the bottom of the ocean right? Its not how you treated me that I care, but the fact that you are my captain.” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at this man. If he wanted tricks she would give them to him, she would be able to ruin his entire life with the tricks she could pull.
 
But she wasn’t like that, then again unless he provoked such a reason for that. Either way she quit her glaring and settled down as she moved to her next subject.
 
“Another reason why I am here is because of the crew, they sent their regards last night but no one answered the door. So I am here to deliver them personally.”
 
~
RB-  That sudden change in expression did amuse the Pirate captain. It was not what she said, but how she said it. A change in demeanor meant that she had been trying it on.  Cheeky wench.  She did have a point though, that if she hadn’t cared she wouldn’t have gone to the effort to fetch him from the ocean’s belly.  He was sure that he thanked her for that back at the shore line, though his recollection was a little fuzzy.  Mentioning that she didn’t care about how she was treated, but that she respected him as Captain was a little shot of pride for the vampire, since Captains were in his book, not meant to be sweet darling souls, but real hard arsed bastards.  They were the ones that had to make the hard decisions, and often it was for the sake of all on the ship, not just one simple soul.
Like the clouds changing from grey to white, the pink haired siren went on to explain the real reason for her visit.  The fact that the crew wanted to send their wishes, since no one had answered the door earlier that night.
“Right.  Well, as you can see I am fine, though I am still not sure as to why that is.”  He was now admitting that he was feeling better than fine.  Better than he had felt in hundreds of years.  Xzilia had done something to him and that was starting to eat away at him.  Louis fell silent for a moment, his face marked with concern and a slight amount of confusion.  He then remembered that Louana was standing right there.  
“Hmm…alright, since you have acted on behalf of the crew, then I shall make you first mate of the ship.  Reward for your service to…me.”  There was a pause, and she was bound to have picked that up.  It was not what you say, but how you say it.
~
DC:   She tilted her head then began playing with her lip. Her services weren’t finished, but she would accept that. She grinned wide and clung onto him, breasts the perfect size to fill any man’s hand pressed tightly on his chest as she hugged him. First mate was an honor to her since all she ever did was be a navigator. When she pulled away she left behind another kiss to his cheek before stepping back.
 
“Thank you, sir! I will promise to serve you well for any and EVERY need you ever so wish.” She politely bowed, the tops of her breasts becoming very visible. When she snapped back up they bounced. 
 
She giggled again, excitement boiling up inside her being as she bit her lip. Other intentions were ‘washed away’, she just wanted to shower her Captain with all the happiness she had. And that she did with one passionate kiss. 
 
~
RB-  The girl practically had a meltdown of gush and pink bouncing exuberance.  So much so that the Captain was starting to regret having been so generous.  If a girl could fall out of her dress easily, it was Louana.  That wide grin was disarming, and he didn’t know if he should be happy or run.  Before he could move, she was all over him.  Breasts smacked up against his chest so hard it made him cough in surprise.  SHE kissed his cheek and he let out a sigh of relief that it was not like the one that she had done on the ship.
Such enthusiasm.  He tried to smile at her, but again his eyes lowered to see those magoomba mommas bouncing about beneath her dress….till they came close to being fully exposed. 
“Gah.”  Those girls were enough to cause a dead man to rise out of his coffin and try to impale the nearest female it could get it’s hands on.
The girl was going into overdrive and then she kissed him.  One long…passionate kiss that took his breath away.
~
DC:   The kiss lasted awhile, her hands trailing up his chest to cup his face. Her plump soft lips embracing his, and dare she do it, her tongue played lightly with his. Body almost fully pressed against his she pulled away ever so slightly and smiled softly, catching her breath. The captain was such a marvelous kisser that she almost went overboard. 
 
She looked up at him with bright pink eyes and licked her lips as hands trailed back down his chest and to his belt buckle. Would he allow her to please him? Would he please her too? She began toying with the belt teasingly feeling the start of a bulge. 
 
She could see he was fighting it, but his body was begging for it as his shaft grew. And grow it did as she slipped a few fingers in the top of his pants.
 
“Captain? Are you excited?” Seductress words as she played with him more.
 
RB-  The legends that had been said about sirens were true.  Very true.  As much as the Captain started to fight this feeling that was now building up inside him, the state of his arousal was such that you didn’t need glasses to see it.  His pants were getting very tight and uncomfortable, due to the way that Louana kissed him.  Her tongue was like a slippery eel, that had delved into his mouth and tussled with his tongue – in a dance that would have the great poets weep.  When she broke the kiss, the Captain was panting hard, and he then got the shock of seeing her startling to fiddle with his belt buckle.  Trying to release him to the air…and her hands.
“Louana…don’t.”  Yes, he was telling her not to, but his body was wanting it…very much.  As her fingers slipped into his pants, and started to caress his shaft, the Captain shot a look at the stairs.  Xzilia was just up there.  She could wake at any time.  He knew she’d freak if she saw him with Louana in this position.  Louis was pushed to a wall, and he stared down at her, almost dumbfounded.  Her fingers were working their magic, and he now had a raging hard on. The very top of it was quite visible..to both of them
Louis let out a growl that was half of anger, the other half of an aching need.  He didn’t like the position she had now put him in and he wanted so badly to push her away.  But those lips…those full plump lips – he started to imagine them wrapped around his cock.
“You bitch.”  He snarled, forcing her to kneel before him, and thrusting his hips so that he was now inches from her face.
~
DC:   She smiled and slowly ran her tongue from bottom to top. The taste was divine as she encircled the head of his cock with her tongue. Lips as soft as silk brushed against it and slowly her hand moved up and down as she began to suck.
 
Every now and then she noticed him either enjoying it or looking at the stairs, he was terrified of Xzilia finding out. Well she wanted to test those boundaries as her mouth went further back. And her warm, wet tongue and mouth sucked harder. In moments she was moving in a fluent rhythm, hearing him hold back the moans of pleasure. She wanted to hear him shout! 
 
Faster and deeper she went until he was filling even her throat. Sucking hard she felt him throbbing as the trickles of the sweet white nectar began to accumulate. Now she was getting excited, her own pussy dripping with natural fluids. Hot and bothered she peeled off her shirt skillfully and sucked harder.
 
Plump breasts now bounced freely as the bra was removed. She rubbed them together and looked up at him as she continued on. Moans of excitement and gags of pleasure faintly echoed in the foyer and as her captain gripped her hair tight to thrust himself in she inwardly smiled. He filled her throat and mouth to the brim, covered the tops of her breasts, and even had some still dripping out as she swallowed all she could.
 
“My Captain, please take my innocence.” She commented as she laid back for him. It was true; she too was sexually a virgin. And he would be the one to experience taking not one but two virginities.
 
~
RB- The Captain was practically rigid, from head to foot.  He was a mixture of emotions, but the one that was rising to the fore was his lust.  It had been dormant for so long, and this vixen was doing her utmost to see him unravel.  The last thing he wanted to do, was hurt Xzilia, but the way that Louana took to his engorged cock, with a fervor that was insatiable, he found himself falling victim to her ministrations.  Louis stared down at her, his eyes blazing like cold steel and his lips curled downward distastefully.  He didn’t want her to enjoy it, but it was clear by the way she let out sweet sounds and suckled him with all her might, that she was getting far more out of this than he had anticipated.  His jaw practically locked as he let out another growl, but this had the edge of a moan to it.  She was bending his will to hers, even as he grabbed the back of her head, to seize up a good handful of hair.  Pushing and pulling on it severely.  Louis could feel the tension within his sack and his lips parted as he let out a cry.
Louana had just peeled off her shirt, and now those ripe breasts of hers were on full display.  Being forced together and shown off.  The Pirate jerked as he tried to force her take the steaming jets of white that spewed into her mouth, only to fall and splatter on those glorious mounds.  Louis was gasping for breath at what he had just done.  But it was clearly not over yet, not for Louana, who was now laying down on the floor, splayed out for him to see her in all her glory.  
The Pirate vampire didn’t want to take her on the floor.  Now that she had tasted his seed, all his sensibilities were lost to him.  He reached down and grabbed her arms to pull her up to standing.  Her breasts heaving back and forth as he did so.  She’d begged him to take his innocence, but was she truly all that innocent after what she had just done. Louis had seen the small puddle of her own juices on the floor, and like a flower she had opened her petals and released the scent of her pheromones to drive him wild.  His hands slid down to her hips and in one grunt of exertion he lifted her so that she was going to have to wrap her legs around him as he supported her.  There would be no gentleness in his ways, as she wanted a ship’s Captain, that was exactly what she was going to get.
He didn’t love her, but he lusted for her with everything in his being. Louis buried his face to her neck, and started to suck down hard, while his hands drew her buttocks apart, and he began his assault on her.  Without warning, his cock slammed its way upward, breaking her hymen apart in one swift movement, filling her with his hardness till she would find herself screaming in pain and pleasure. His lips moved from her neck, down to her right breast, where he latched on and sucked it with gusto – his body moving and forcing her up and down upon his girth.
~
DC:   He hoisted her up to her feet, she wasn’t expecting that. Licking her lips she found herself straddling his hips as he gripped her ass. And them the pain came, oh the screams she echoed through the foyer echoed like thunder. She gripped his shoulders, screaming and moaning as he slid her ass up and down the massive shaft she just sucked. 
 
Her own liquids may have may the entry less painful, but it didn’t make it feel better either. Then having his lips suck on her breasts caused her to drop her head back and moan as loud as she could. She was in heaven as her eyes rolled back and her ass throbbed and tightened.
 
Her body was in spasms and her own self began to move with his harsh thrusts. She was beginning to feel him grow larger, was he about to come? She was about to let out another pleasurable moan when there was a feint whimpering. Looking at the stairs there stood Xzilia, eyes ablaze but face streaked with tears. She was dressed in nothing, body completely nude as blood flowed down the stairs.
 
“Louis, what are you doing?” Her voice was eerily calm, just for the fact that blood was pooling around his ankles and filling the house. She attempted a smile filled with hurt, as a weapon formed from the ruby red liquid. “Please reassure me that this isnt reality.”
 
Taking slow steps down the blood covered stairs she stared at him, tears still flowing. Hair was pitch black and the scythe fully completed, eyes the color of deep space and something new formed. A halo of shadows was in solid form as she stood a mere 3 yards away.
 
~
RB-  What met Xzilia’s gaze would be the horrible red eyes of her lover, staring at her as he continued to pump Louana’s ass vigorously.  Was he not going to stop what he was doing, now that his true love had caught them in the act?  Louana had pushed him beyond sensibility and now he was acting as cold and harsh as he did upon the sea.  The words that came from his lips sounded hollow and without love.
“Teaching her a lesson, my love.”
If he had wanted to take her virginity, he would have.  The fact was he was drilling into her other little hole, that was now tearing as they spoke.  Blood would be dripping down on the floor as he sneered past Louana’s head at Xzilia.  He forced her down…again and again, as his beloved watched.  Oh, Louana might have been enjoying herself, but Louis was being brutal.  The hard skin smacking rang out across the room, and would fill Xzilia’s ears.  
“She wanted me to tear her flower….instead I tore her arse.”  
Louis pulled the girl off him and then flung her to the floor at Xzilia’s feet.  A blooded trail set to follow her.  Almost like he was in a trance, he looked at Xzilia and saw her tears.  “Why are you crying?”  Maybe he didn’t understand that she may have witnessed this as betrayal.  He kicked off his pants, and ripped off his blooded shirt – tossing them to the side.
“There is only one virgin I want….Xzilia.”  The vampire stared her down, standing naked before her.  What was she going to do?  Kill them both?  It was pretty clear that someone was going to die, but who?
~
DC:   With each thrust that he made was each time her heart came unraveled, was he really just toying with her? Lesson as he put it but she seen something else as she ripped away the vampire side of him, stuffing it into a marble size orb. He was now a human, gasping in pain on his knees. Xzilia showed no love for him right now as she turned to orb into a necklace for herself. 
 
“Let us see, just how much you like being taught a lesson…” She snapped her fingers as the shadowy form of a bulky bouncer appeared. Stark necked he grabbed Louis’s arm and forced him to bend over a table. Xzilia turned away, not able to watch the figure tear into Louis’s ass. 
 
Instead she glared down at a twitching Louana and glared, She was begging for forgiveness but what came to her was the bottom of the scythes handle to pierce through her skull. It was a sickening and delightful sound until she heard Louis scream in agony. 
 
“Oh shut up…” She snapped her fingers again and another jammed its cock into his mouth. She strolled over with a dark expression of hurt and stared at him, he still had her heart but she seemed so neutral about this whole thing as she brushed sweat plastered hair from his face. “I’ll have them stop after I finish breakfast, when you’re ready we can talk about the lesson you have learned.” With that she left to the kitchen,
 
~
RB-  The last thing that Louis ever expected was for Xzilia to turn on him the way that she did.  Ripping his very nature from him – the vampire side of his being now trapped inside a small marble sized orb.  Louis fell to the ground, crumpled as though in great pain, but the worst was not over.  She had decided to use the same bouncers that had been at the club the night that they met, and he would have to learn a very painful lesson in cruelty himself.  Subjecting him to being ass raped by a virtual gorilla of a man.  Thank god he had a small dick.  If that was not enough, Xzilia killed the pink haired minx, who had just been made first mate to the Devil’s Mistress.  Louis would have been shocked, except at that moment, his mouth was stuffed full with the cock of yet another bouncer.  His cries and protests were stifled by the manner in which he was now being taken.
Fucked this way and that, the punishment that she dished out suited the crime to a T.  The two men pummeling Louis endlessly, as Xzilia would be enjoying her breakfast in another room.  Blood was now all over the floor, not just Xzilia’s, but also Louis.  If this kept up much longer, he himself would be as dead as Louana was.  Her pink hair now stained with a crimson hue.
What was the worst part of all this?
Louis lost the woman he loved…right then and there.
~
DC:   Ten minutes later she returned with a tray of food. The men had filled Louis with their fluids, both front and back repeatedly. Setting the tray on a different coffee table she ordered the men quit and so they did. With another snap of her fingers she had them vanish and healed Louis enough so he wouldn’t bleed out. Going to his side she helped him to the couch and paused to look at him.
 
“Do you want to sit or lay down?” She asked, supporting his body on his. When he answered she followed what he wanted before sitting in an armchair across the table. She crossed her bare legs and sighed shakily, trying hard not to tremble in anger and bring those men back for round two.
 
Snapping her eyes back to Louis she leaned forward to speak to him softly. “How did it feel? To be violated like that?” Words were venom but somehow still carried love. She sat back and awaited an answer, but not before telling him the food on the tray was his.
 
~
RB- Louis’s eyes fell as he lay on the couch.  He felt humiliated in every sense of the word.  He wanted not for food, though he could smell it on the tray.  He was angry.  Angry at himself more than anything.  That he had not been man enough to stop Louana’s advances.  Instead he used sex as an act to punish her, and that was exactly what Xzilia had just done, but on a harder scale.  At this moment, Xzilia had all the power, and she also wore his very essence of being around her neck like a bauble.  His eyes flickered upward, but soon fell again.  He knew that if he spoke that it would turn into something that would be like a screaming tirade of abuse and vulgarity.  His lips were still sore and swollen, much like his pride.
“If it was my punishment, then so be it.  But if you think I am going to tell you how it felt….you can go to hell.”  
His eyes finally looking up at her.  Louis’s face hardened as he stared her down.  Taking a man’s pride like that….hurt like fuck.
“You should have let me die, when you had the chance.”
~
DC:   She chuckled and looked down fiddling with her fingers as she debated how to answer and go about this. Eventually she looked back at him and resolved her problems.
 
“I’m already in hell Louis. Suffering, choking, and dying on the acidic smoke around me. The flames burning my skin away and organs torn out. I am already living through hell and back.” She stood and calmly opened a time portal back to Louis’s time. 
 
“And if you desire to be dead…die somewhere where I can’t see you.” She then healed him completely as the wind whipped up her hair. Eyes cold as ice she left the room and headed out the door and into the city, fully dressed and dragging a now groaning Louana behind her. That Siren wasn’t dead just severely injured.
 
~
RB-  Louis may have been healed, but he was no longer himself.  Did he mean half of what he had just said?  Fighting words bred from the anger of humiliation.  To Xzilia, she was already in hell, and now she wished nothing more than to be rid of the sight of him.  Opening up a portal to the very world that he had come from.  He pushed himself off the couch slowly, as his beautiful, yet cold Xzilia dragged Louana out the door of her house and off to god knows where.  She had around her neck, his being….who he really was.  Without it, he would be nothing more than a simple human, to die a human’s death.  Those eyes of hers….would leave an imprint upon his soul.  Did he turn and run after her, now that he was healed enough to do so?  
He’d hurt her enough for many lifetimes.  Sure enough mostly this one. Resigned to a life without her, he ambled through the portal and wound up outside the very club where the adventures had begun.
DC:   5 years later and summer has hit. The sun has no mercy on the outside souls unless you are swimming in a pool of ice water. Birds chirped and neighborhood children played in water fountain, most of the city was either at the shore or staying indoors. Xzilia had cleaned up her house and filled it with maids and butlers as she became more of a steel fisted mayor over the city. Louana had suffered life at sea for three years and was demoted as measly crew member, never to step foot in a tavern. 
 
A messenger came walking into her room and she looked up blankly as she listened to him. Taking the pale yellow parchment she dismissed him and opened the letter. It was another ‘mission’ for her to partake in. Her time era back then had somehow become the safe haven of all supernatural and human beings in time. So over time, and using most of her life, she created a whole different dimension as to not screw up the time loop on earth. 
 
“Parker! Ready my clothes I am heading to the Modern Era!!” She called out to a butler who did as told. Flinging the paper on the desk she began to stand, feeling he round orb thump between her breasts. She calmed the necklace by placing her hand over it before heading to the teleportation room. What being would she be bringing with her today?
 
~
RB – Five years ago, a man stepped out of a portal into a world that he knew, but that as a human he was not quite ready for.  Stripped of his powers, of what made him Louis – he was a man with nothing but the knowledge of hundreds of years of existence.  His taste for blood and cruelty it seemed was nothing but a memory.  The cruel twist of fate, that Xzilia had sent him to a world where she no longer was.  This was by far a fate worse than death.  To have found the woman of his dreams, and lose her all so easily due to the wicked ways of the pink haired minx.  Was she dead?  God, he hoped she was.
The current time – Louis had been on the road a long time.  Turns out that his fists still held a lot of power, and he had been on the boxing circuit.  Moving from town to town and cage fighting as he went.  He may have been only a man, but he fought like a demon.  Perhaps a sceric of his true self still remained, locked in the darkest part of his heart.
In a town that was off any map, Louis was drinking at the bar.  Barmaids practically falling over themselves to serve him.  He had just beaten three of the town’s best, and was strapping up his blooded fingers, as those around him sat in silence.  In awe of the man known simply as the Crow.  A nickname that he had earnt, as he dressed in all black, and whenever he left a town….death followed him.
A beer sat in front of him untouched, while a football game was on the TV over the bar.  He payed no attention to it.  Not interested in the pastimes of other humans.  In his heart…he wasn’t one, and never would be.  Sure, his number would come up eventually, but for now he lived a private hell.  One that he chose….
~
DC:   As quickly as the football was snapped it cut off as a news station blared. People whined and complained, but on the tele is a man in front of fire.
 
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here in Salver City where a crazed maniac is destroying the city. Officials have tried to contain the beast but have only failed to, and as – wait a minute everybody! Is that a giant hold opening up near this beast?!” The camera zooms into the chaos and a large fox spirit growls and stares at the whole. Stepping from the depths is Xzilia, she has a new look, long white flowing hair and a more mature body as she reaches for the beast.
 
“Wait, there is a woman trying to approach the beast?! What does she think she’s doing?!” The animal lunges and snaps, but Xzilia smacks it nose and sends its head into the road. She is mouthing something angrily as the Spiritual fox begins to change and plead. “I cant believe my eyes, this woman just calmed that beast!”
 
~
RB-  Louis and the rest of the bar all glanced up at the news report being filed in Salver city.  What shocked Louis was not the beast that was causing all the damage to the city streets, but the woman that had appeared out of nowhere and was now going head to head with it.
“Xzilia?”  It looked like her, but the hair was totally different, and she appeared to have aged.  Could it really be her?  The camera zoomed in and sure enough Louis recognized the bauble around her neck. It was his life force.  It really was her!  The crowd in the bar were all ooing and aahing at the show that the TV was playing.  It was like something out of a Japanese film or anime.  It couldn’t possibly be real.  That is what many of the patrons were saying.  Maybe a hoax by some studio company to get advertising for an upcoming film.  Louis however knew that it was no hoax.  What she fought was real…Xzilia was real, and in this time period.  Had she come to fight a new breed of monsters that were going to terrorize the humans? 
Grabbing his cigarettes, zippo lighter and jacket, Louis made his way for the door.  Outside his bike was parked, the same one that he had brought back the size of a key chain.  Miraculously, it had gone back to its true size.  Straddling his bike, he flipped back the kick stand, then flicked the ignition, and the bike roared to life.  He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and took off like a madman, smoke trailing behind him as he spirited towards Salver city.
~
DC:   She growled lowly and listened to this beast speak. It was a male in search for his sister who had been taken. He went into fox form out of anger and as Xzilia hoisted him up she huffed heavily.
 
“Ill find your sister, what I want you do to is walk through there and wait.” She looked at him to see if he understood and he nodded entering the portal as it closed. Glaring at the cameras she flipped them off and walked away, eventually disappearing in the shadows and reappearing in a who different part of town. She sighed heavily and rested herself on a wall for support. Breathing heavily she leaned over to vomit up her lunch, this wasn’t a good time to be losing her composure. 
 
Wiping her mouth she pushed off the wall and began to study her surroundings. Humans littered this city, and traces of any other creature like the fox spirit were not here. But right as she was about to shadow port to the next city something caught her attention, something familiar was near.
~
RB- The roar of the motorcycle grew louder as it came over the last hill.  The city of Salver was still a fair way off, or at least from the direction he was coming from.  With his visor down, the biker could have been anyone.  An ache in Louis’s chest grew and he went full throttle.  Xzilia was here somewhere, and she had something that was very dear to him.  He had not forgotten that night when she had given out her punishment, and the fact it practically cost him everything he held dear.  Now, he had a chance…a chance to say what had been unsaid.  Would he find her before she entered another time portal and left the human realm once more?
Coming around the next turn, Louis could make out a lady that was close to a building near the side of the road.  The one thing that seized his attention was the dress…and the colour of her hair.  The bike skidded along the road as he pulled hard on the brakes.  It was a miracle that the bike didn’t topple over.
The burning smell of his tires filled the air, and he reached up to remove his bike helmet.  His hair was shorter than the days when he was a ship’s captain, but it was unmistakable who he was.
Flipping the kick stand up, he brought his leg over the bike so he was free standing along side it.  The helmet still in his hands.  He was wearing a trench coat like jacket – style seemed to stick with him even after five years.
“You are the last person I ever expected to see.”
~
DC:   She blinked her eyes as this biker stopped. Was this the familiar thing she felt? As the helm was removed she fought the urge to face palm, she didn’t need this right now. And as Louis spoke she turned on her heel and made her way down the street. She had to first finish this mission before her attention went to him, even though she kinda guessed what he was after.
 
Stepping over rubble she made her way out of the city, having been too late for her to travel by shadow. This would take longer to get there than the gods themselves.
 
“Why does it always have to be here that I deal with trouble…” She mumbled to herself making her way along the roads.
 
~
RB-  Louis watched her turn on her heel and start to walk away from him.  Ther was no way that he was going to have that.  He broke into a run and even as a human, he was able to catch her up.  Seizing her arm, he spun her around and the look on his face was one that could kill.
“Trouble?  Is that all I ever was to you?”
Though his eyes were not the same, due to the change of being human, it was unmistakable that the fire was still there.  He glanced down to see the orb around her neck.  It was so close, he could reach out and take it, but that would be too easy.
“Is your life still Hell?  Do you only taste ash in your mouth when you eat and drink?”  He shook her wrist before letting it go.  
~
DC: She stared at him, head bobbing from when he spun her. Like a doll she was, just strung up by invisible strings as she spoke.
 
“I wasn’t expecting to run into both a killer fox spirit and you. Meeting you on better conditions would have been a little more ideal.” She commented, just standing there. She noted his eyes tracking the orb and flinched when he shook her wrist. Looking at it there was a bruise already forming and she shrugged and went to remove the orb necklace.
 
“Here, I know you have missed it for quite some time. I’m done torturing you with the burdens of humanity.” She held it out to him without a fight and grabbed his hand. Placing it delicately in his palm the orb emptied into his being, giving him his powers back. “All you had to do was touch it, or at least touch me when I walked away. But you left instead.”
 
~
RB-  The wave of power that was released by the orb, and flooded his being; had Louis let out a howl of protest and at the same time pleasure.  How he had longed to be whole again, though he didn’t know that he could have had that, if he had touched her before she had left him with the portal five years before.  Louis blinked as his eyes changed back to the blazing steel grey, and his hair once again grew long and back to how it was originally.  He licked his lips as the elongated dog teeth were now on display and though he fell back slightly, he soon righted himself to full height.
As she had said, Xzilia was finished with the torture that she had put Louis through.  
“I left because your punishment drove me too.”
She had managed to strip him in a sense of his manhood with what she had put him through, and it took a long time for him to get over it.  In fact, he had not touched another since that time.  Female or male.  He only did when he fought, and that was usually a sickening thing to watch.
The orb now empty, there was nothing left to say.  She was free to go back to her time, and be who she wished to be.  Louis could continue on in the human realm, but live as he had always done.  A lone wolf…
~
DC:   “As harsh as it was you were out of control. My rage boiled so high that even a broken heart didn’t sever it. I couldn’t bring myself to kill you nor have actual flesh and blood men defile you. I used puppets to put you through what Louana felt and your heart through what I have to life with.” She felt tired after handing him that orb, why was that?
 
Building up strength she cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead, giving him more power than what he already had. Patting hi head she dismissed herself and turned on her heel to carry out her mission, but not without calling to him.
 
“Good luck on your fights, you’re spectacular Louis my love!” And she was gone with the shadows for now.
 
~
(to be continued)

 

The Captain and Xzilia – Part Two.

 

It’s amazing how a story created by two writers can suddenly take on a life of it’s own.  The Captain and Xzilia; a collaborative piece – is now in it’s second installment, with a new and exciting twist of events.  Not all is what is seems.  Written over eight hours, dreamcircle125 and I are proud of the results.  Please enjoy, part two.

 

Genre – Fantasy, Vampires, Time travel, sci-fi and vampires.

 

PART TWO 
RB-  Louis stood with his arms folded as he regarded the woman who had not only taken them from the reality of the modern day world, but from the shadow realm to her own time.  It was not exactly what he had planned, but she was not exactly what she seemed to be either.  A witch perhaps?  More than a simple Vampire that was for sure.  Able to time travel as well.  This was starting to add up to a creature that was able to walk the void and beyond that.  He said nothing as he heard her fingers snap and the teeny tiny ship that had been bobbing about in the water like a cork in the bathtub was now full size and the damage that it had suffered was substantial.  
Louis groaned and slapped his palm to his forehead – dragging it down his face, before rubbing his fingers along his stubbled chin.  The woman had darted off, leaving him there to ponder all that had transpired.  With a light shrug, he found a barrel on which to sit since he figured that he wasn’t going anywhere soon in a hurry – not if this world was another of her making.  Since he had some time, he did let his eyes wander up and down the jetty.  The strong smell of sea air was a comfort, though the stench of rotting fish he could surely do without.  He reached into his pocket and took out his fob watch, unlocking the hood and checking the time.  Louis shook his head when he realized exactly what time in history they were in.  His motorcycle back at the club was bound to get impounded, if he was going to be away as long as he thought he might be.  Pity.
Seeing the woman finally return with a crew of men that all jumped to attention and acted on her orders to get the ship back to being in tip top condition, Louis cocked his head to the side, and spoke with his arms still folded.
“How exactly do you plan on paying them, lovey?  By giving them a good view of what lay beneath your skirt?”
~
DC:   A sour look went to the man and she gave a smirk. She figgled with a ribbon in her hair and looked towards the men.
“I would never allow these men to see the fruits of my body, however a hefty increase in their shillings would be nice. Because what you don’t know is that i own half this town.” She tilts her head and allows hair to flutter into her face. Eyes were a chocolate brown that glowed in the sun as she stared at him pleasantly, right now she posed no threat only showed something calm and sweet.
Looking back at the ship being repaired she raised her arms over her head and yawned. Spring weather had always made her sleepy and she rubbed her eyes to remove the tears. Groggily speaking she looked at Louis.
“Do you want to go look at the other ships in the port?”
~
RB- One thing about the change in time periods, was that Louis was now dressed as he would have been the day that he first stood behind the wheel of his ship.  It suited him a great deal better than the ordinary club attire he had been wearing at the start of the night.  In fact, you could say that he truly belonged in this era…just not this particular place.  Watching the girl fidget with the ribbon in her hair, and saying that she’d never allow  them to see the fruits of her body, the Vampire interjected.
“Yes….well, I guess they can’t be as lucky as I was to be privy to catch sight of your melons, lovey.  And…all for free, I might add.”
Louis didn’t mind at all, reminding her of the naked romp that she had done in the shadow world that she created.  But here, in this place she looked as though butter would not melt in her mouth.  He…knew otherwise.  A walking contradiction.  Pushing himself up off the barrel on which he had been sitting, he didn’t appear impressed by the wealth that she proclaimed to have.  He just dusted himself down while she raised her arms up over her head and yawned.  Was the poor dear tired?  
“And here I thought you were a night owl.  Be careful to close that pretty little mouth of yours, before something fills it.”  
Louis waltzed on past her and simply threw a remark over his shoulder. 
“Well, come on then, Queenie.  Let’s see the other ships you own.”
~
DC:   
All types of ships bob in smaller ports as she leads the sailor to the much larger area. Slowly they began to grow in size and detail and she reaches the battle ships with a smile. Turning to Louis, Xzilia swept a hand over the three she had prepared for him.
“They should be able to fit your needs, I noticed only a few cannons on your ship when i studied it earlier and I felt sad if it were to battle one of the, more, forbidding ones.” She then regarded the previous statement this man brought up and threw in the payment.
“Now, you are not one of the lucky ones. All because you seen a glimpse of this body does not mean you have seen it all. For the fact of you catching a ‘glimpse’ you will now work for me as a ship captain, attacking and pillaging some of my more annoying enemies along the sea.” 
~
RB – The boards of the wharf creaked and groaned as the pair strolled along.  By the way that Xzilla walked, he could see that she was definitely a woman of worth in this society and era.  Complete opposite to the shot guzzling beauty at the bar.  In fact, it was amusing to see her with grace and airs.  If she owned the town as she said she did, Xzilla acted like it.  All pomp and ceremony.  
Louis stood stoically when she passed her hand out to the water at a row of battleships, all armed to the teeth with cannons, and worthy of any deserving Captain.  Xzilla boldy said that they would suit his ineeds as she took the time whilst almost crushing his ship, in seeing what it bore.  They were impressive, the vampire could not deny this fact, but what he had said earlier about catching a good glimpse of her naked form, left her with a little bit of a sour taste in her mouth.  More than happy to let him know that although he had only seen a glimpse, there was more to her than met the eye.  Now, this could have brought about a flood of rude and rather suggestive series of comments that would see him going down into the gutter, but it was her next statement, that truly had him laugh loudly.
Was he to be on her payroll?  
“Me?…Work for you?”  Louis placed his splayed hand upon his chest as thought mortally offended by the very idea.  He strolled around in a circle, a real bounce in his step as he looked to the sky and chortled.  “Attacking…pillaging your ‘more’ annoying enemies?”  When did they suddenly become bosom buddies?  He twirled on the ball of his right foot, his jacket rising and spinning with him.  
“Who exactly are your enemies, Queenie?”  Were they worth the trouble?
~
DC:  She sighed heavily, she was trying to be nice to him but as a natural vampire he was full of surprises. Well, for her she may not be bloodthirsty anymore, her recent feeding had cleared and calmed her nerves, but she could still have a few tricks up her sleeves.
“Xzilia, and I have had some troubles with both Britain and France being against my – ways of the sea. Only humans can captain human ships they say, then decided to take it upon themselves to attack them.” She rolled her eyes finding even the thought of them too troublesome. She was about to explain herself more when in the background drunken cheers chimed out, a smile appearing.
“And as if in a drunken stupor your first mate comes to greet you. Would you like to see?” She turns to see a jolly crowd soon singing one of the taverns favorite songs. Xzilia’s foot taps along to the beat as the entire port begins to sing to the catchy song.

 

~
RB-  Louis was not an easy fellow to impress, and Xzilla was going to have to do a lot more than just announce that for the sight of her breasts, he was now in her employ.  Every deal required a sweetener, so to speak.  As he listened to her, it became obvious that she was truly different from the others of her time.  More like he had been, so long ago.  Did they have more in common, then first thought?  It had been hundreds of years, since Louis had been to a place like this.  In fact, the more he inhaled the scent of the sea air, the more his memory was returning to him.  Naturally, he was guarded – as he had a right to be.  This woman was more fickle than a winter storm.  Changing direction from this way to that.  
So her enemies were France AND Britain?  Xzilia sure knew how to pick her enemies.  The reasons were that the humans, as he learned were still dominant in this era – were against the supernaturals from having the right to captain ships.  Louis continued to stroke his chin, while listening.  A gruff sound coming from the pit of his belly in indignation to the ways of the fleshies.  Louis caught the eye roll by Xzilia, and this was also noted.  They did have a common enemy after all.
But the conversation was to be interrupted by the raucous sound of drunken singing, that came from the direction of the local tavern.  It was not just the tavern folk that were raising their voices either, but it appeared to be all those in ear shot.  This was turning into a musical of sorts, and the Captain let out a sigh as he stood by the toe tapping woman.
“Lead the way…Xzilia.”  Yes, he just used her name.
~
DC:   She shook her head and turned away to walk back up the shore. She listened to the singing turn to boisterous laughter and followed the only drunk female voice among the crowd. Shoving through the crowd Xzilia makes her way to the door where a pink hair woman clanks her mug with someone elses. When she spots Xzilia she grins and yanks her under her arm, holding her head tightly.
“Ya shee this gal! Shee’s the best daymn gal arwound!” Her head sways as she leans in close and whispers something into Xzilia’s ear. With a nod the woman’s head is released and she stands, fixing her hair. Looking over at Louis, Xzilia places a steady hand on the woman’s shoulder and introduces her.
“This is Louana, she was a navigator on a British ship, until she betrayed them and sunk their ship by guiding them into jagged rocks just off shore. She is a siren when provoked. I was hoping you could take her under your wing so she can get her drunk ass out of the local taverns.” With a firm yank on the womans collar Louana is forced to stand, causing her to drop her mug of spirits. 
~
RB – Trudging along behind Xzilia, the Captain wasn’t sure what to expect from the sounds of the voices raised in song.  But on opening the door, there was one that stood out from all that were swaying in time to the beat of the musician’s drum.  A pink haired lass, with tresses that went down to the very base of her back.  You could say that she was fetching, but there was something else about her that made the Captain quirk a brow.
It was her voice.  In stark contrast to that of Xzilia, she spoke as though she had salt water in her veins.  Not to mention a few litres of rum.  Louis tried to hide his amusement, when he saw the pink haired vixen take Xzilla into a head lock.  They were more than just friends, that was clear to see.  He couldn’t imagine Xzilla holding still for too long if he tried such a form of greeting.  What words were whispered between the pair, that had the pink lass start to act more formal.  Women….seriously.  Can’t understand them…no…you just can’t understand them.
Introduced as Louana, a former navigator of a British ship; Louis gave a polite nod in her general direction.  Any navigator that could drive a ship to the rocks, must know what she is doing.  NOT!  Course it had been done on purpose, for vengeance.  That part of women he DID understand.  Nothing worse than a woman’s scorn.  But when Xzilla gave the girl’s collar a hard yank and made her stand to attention, and spill the contents of her mug of grog – the Captain considered the worth of having a near drunken slush as a member of his crew.
“Hmmm.”  Louis strolled over and walked around the woman, as though he was at one of the slave yards, or cattle markets.  She had a nice arse, that was for sure.  But bums don’t navigate ships.  He needed to know she could be trusted not to run his ship aground like the British.
“Sober her up….and I’ll consider it, Xzilia.”
How she did that, was her business.
DC:  “Not the best idea, but if you will consider her that way then fine. I’ll meet you at whatever ship you choose.” Xzilia grins and tugs Louana along, who is obviously fighting against her. Eyes bugged out she knew what was to come if she grew sober now. 
“No! P-please don’t let her sober me!!” The siren pleaded, kicking her booted feet about, until they were no longer in sight anymore. The tavern however began to calm down, some people even left the area to continue on with their activities. An hour passed and the pair walked down the street, a very sore looking Louana regretted every action she did up until now. Touching such a lovely woman in such a hasty matter resulted in a heavy ass whooping to add to the vulgar liquids that was forced down her throat.
Xzilia was feeling somewhat better now, having beat the stupidity out of the stubborn siren. She felt confident Louana will get back on the sea and stop being so lazy in the taverns. Arriving at the sea port they looked for Louis, just to see what boat he decided to pick.
~
RB – Louis didn’t hang around in the tavern while waiting for Xzilla to get the navigator sorted.  He was certain she had her own methods for a quick sobering lesson, and with the turn of his boot, Louis strode out of the establishment, whistling to himself as he walked.  Most of those that had been in the tavern were now making their ways to their own jobs for the day.  It was not the kind of place that had the sailors and dock workers being drunk off their faces the whole time.  They wanted to earn their shillings, then they needed to work for it.
Now, the only thing left to do was chose a ship.  Louis was interested in one that was fast, not overloaded and huge.  So, with this in mind, he strolled along the jetty – passing numerous vessels.  It was not just frigates that were moored at the wharf, but also fishing vessels.  On the docks, there were sailors telling tales as they worked on their nets.  Laughter and of course the odd swear and cuss thrown in.  Every man had some sad song in his heart, and then of course there were the songs about the girl that they lost their hearts to.  A few threw him the odd glance, perhaps because of his attire, but Louis did have a certain way to his stride that had him appear to be more regal than the rest.
Finally, he came to be in front of a frigate that had just the right amount of sail.  A fast looking ships.  Guns of course, and a busy crew.  Louis turned and folded his arms as he surveyed the ship with a critical eye.  
“This might do nicely.”  It wasn’t new by any means.  There were a few odd battle scars, but this was a good thing. It meant that it survived whatever was thrown at it.  He glanced at the name that was engraved on a plaque on the side.
“The Devil’s Mistress.”
How appropriate.
~
DC:   “You choose the Mistress and not the Maiden? Why am I not surprised at your decision.” Louana commented aridly as she waved a hand in the air. When she approached Louis she placed her hands on her hips and leaned to put her weight on her right foot. Her eyes scanning the man that stood before her she clicked her tongue as if to expect something more to come to her. “Your suppose to be my captain? Why should I follow your lead upon the sea and not just my own wraith that calls?”
Her one good eye stared at him with the swirling of the seas whirlpools. However, she turned away and glanced at the watery mother herself and she sighed. It had been years since she was upon its rocking tides and she missed it, but she didn’t miss the commands that came with the boat. Drawing a sharp breath, and ignoring any answer this new Captain of hers had come up with, she made her way to the boat, her heels tapping the planks she walked on.
“Lets get going, all I need to show you is how I can steer right?” And up on the boat she went in one graceful leap. She meant business if it meant getting back onto the waters again and living her passion.
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RB-  Louis was starting to prefer this girl a little more tipsy, now that she had sobered up, she was turning into a nagging nelly.  The Captain stared down his nose at her when she stood in such a fashion, as to be giving him the once over.  Hands on hips and that cocky swagger.  Great….  Just what the Captain needed.  She was like the kind of wife you kept at home.  Yes, that is what she reminded him of.  Add a few curlers, and a cigarette hanging from that pouting bottom lip – in a shapeless nightie.  Every man’s waking nightmare. The thought was enough to turn his stomach.  And he had to sail with this?
“I am just THE Captain, not your Captain, thank you very much.”  
Oh they were off to a rocky start. No wonder she was a siren.  She belonged on a rock.  Hmm, maybe he can push her onto one and then continue on with his sailing.  That made his lips curve up into a smile of sorts.  
“Because, my dear.  Your wraith might have a tendency for running a ship aground, that’s why.”
Did he need to explain everything about the lore of the sea.  One thing he knew for certain was that women on ships, was not the done thing.  That is what they had cabin boys for.  Seeing her leap up onto the ship after traipsing up the ship’s plank, he rubbed his temple.
“Its a well proven scientific fact, that women bring bad luck when they board a ship.”
Yes, he could feel it in his waters already.  This girl was going to be more trouble than she was worth.  He marched on up the plank after her, as the crew continued to load supplies.  On reaching her side, he leaned over and said.
“Do you even know where the wheel is?”
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DC:   She rolls her eyes and they land on her ‘Captain’ before giving her usual line. “You can either have me at the wheel or staring at a map, sir. But even if your not my Captain I’ll still follow your rules.” It may be a line she says often, always being told a woman wasn’t allowed on board a ship was the same as the humans laying the law down about only humans steering ships. 
A flick of her hair and she sidled up to the wheel and leaned against it, awaiting Captain’s orders. Meanwhile, Xzilia was at a small home knocking softly on the wooden door. A man answered, looking as if he had just woke up before scowling and slamming the door in her face. Xzilia furrowed her brow in anger and knocked again, a little harder again.  Again it opened to the same man and again that same man slammed the door, but not without flashing a smirk.
“Go away Xzilia! You are not welcome!” He shouted flopping on his couch, but no was something Xzilia didn’t take. She splintered the door with a single punch, causing the young man to duck for cover, then she politely knocked with a carefree smile.
“I’m coming in anyways, I have something to discuss with you.”
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RB-  Twirling the large signet ring upon his ring finger, the Captain could smell the scent of the Siren as she saddled up next to him.  Fair flicking and still cocky as they came.  Was this some sort of joke on Xzilla’s part to put this woman on his ship, with an important job no less?  He had to wonder just what was said between the two, in between dunking Miss Pink’s head in a vat of ice cold water to sober her up fast.  Louis’s lips thinned as the girl was simply not going to go away.  The words…”shark bait” kept creeping into his mind.  All these wicked ideas of how to dispatch her from the ship in the most hedonistic ways possible, were now his only source of entertainment.
The crew were now pulling up the gang plank and readying to bring up the anchor, as well as untie the ropes that kept the ship moored to the wharf.  Truth be told, he didn’t have a freaking clue where they were, as far as location.  He needed to see a map before he could even give orders.  Taking out an eyeglass, he extended it and then scanned for the outlet to the ocean.  
“Bring her about and have her make for open waters.  I’ll be in my cabin checking the maps.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”  A first mate gave a salute of sorts and starting barking orders at the crew.  This gave Louis the chance to go and see what state the Captain’s quarters were in, and also to find out just what stocks of blood were kept on board.  Or did they have bodies down below.  He walked silently past the siren and made his way down the stairs, to head for his cabin.
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DC:   The sails dropped and the boat had a sudden jerk as it caught a strong wind. Spinning the wheel sharply Louana misses an incoming boat by a hair and snickers as she watches her dear Captain almost loose his footing. However she was only running on half visibility and still was in the busy port. Navigating through the tight spots of the boats to get to the precious open waters, but eventually they reach then and she whistles for the Captain.
“Captain, the open waters await you. That and one massive French battle ship…” She shouts as the glitter of the ships sails insignia comes to view. If she could remember right they attacked the city last week, were they trying to surprise them again?
Flipping up her eye patch she counted the numbers against them, one ship and about 300 men on top and stored below. About 50 cannons, the front equipped for ramming, it was a monster to any normal boat and crew. As the ship grew nearer she heard the city sirens echo behind her and she grinned with excitement, her captain better hurry before she takes matters into her own hands.
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RB-  The Captain had been on his way to his cabin, when the ship was caught in a heavy turn of the wheel – sharp enough to almost make him lose his footing.  His head instantly looked skyward, as he wondered what in blazes that girl was up to.  Turning on his heel, he bolted back up onto the deck, only to see the girl steering her way between other vessels and taking the ship out of the inlet.  What awaited them however, was a ship that was flying the French colours.. And not just any ship, but one of the Royal fleet.  Grasping the side railings of the ship, he growled under his breath.  That ship was one that was well built, armed with as many as fifty cannons and a large crew of hardened sailors.
He felt like he had not even been in the ship an hour, and it was already about to be tested of its might in battle.  Louis pushed himself off the railing, and barked orders for the crew to prepare to face the enemy head on.  He took the stairs, two in his stride as he made it up to the ship’s helm.
In the background, the city was on alert of the oncoming threat.  Loud wails coming from the shore and the docks.  It was as if the whole thing had been planned.  No wonder Xzilia was no where to be seen.  The Captain grabbed the wheel, near knocking Louana from her feet, as he tried to get the ship to pitch to the right.  A full on ramming would do neither ship any good.  
“Arm the cannons!”  He roared.
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DC:   She stumbled some and growled, but took nothing back as she flipped down her eye patch. Looked as though she wasn’t going to show her skill and therefore she went off to help the crew. She steadied one of the cannons as it rolled up and had one of the others take hold as she loaded one other. 
The France ship kept a steady speed as you could hear the men hoot and holler their war sounds. Louana smirked solely to herself as she steadied another cannon.
“Cannons ready captain!!” She shouted as the ship sped towards them. At the moments before the cannons fired she enjoyed the most. Her lungs filled with salty air and the breeze that lifted off the water sang to her sense. A power rang deep within her soul and right when the cannons rang out she began to sing.  Her voice caused the France ship to jerk to the side, making both the perfect target and a few men to go overboard.
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RB-  With the ships coming alongside each other, thanks to the Captain’s good steering, his order to arm the guns came to herald the opening fire of many a cannon, with Luana manning one of them.  Cannon smoke became a mask of sorts, as some of the crew swung across to the French ship to begin cutting down the french sailors were they stood.  Massive blast holes caused shrapnel and splintered wood to fly in all directions, some becoming embedded in the bodies of those fighting on the opposite ship.  The water was turning to the colour of blood, as the fighting picked up on the French ship.  The Devil’s Mistress was certainly keeping true to her name, as the Captain withdrew his cutlass and reached for the nearest rope on the side of his ship.
“Take the wheel!”  He ordered Louana, and then swung across the sea between the two ships, to join the fighting with his crew.  They say a Captain should never leave his ship, but on this occasion he was not about to let his crew have all the fun.  
On landing, he skillfully wielded his sword and cut a man across the stomach – the sailor dropping forward and his guts falling out on the clean deck below him.  The scent of fresh blood flowing, only heightened the Captain’s senses, and he went on to take up swords against another – this time an officer.  The two swords raised and clashing with the hum of steel.  It was a sight to see Louis in his element.
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DC:   Louana did as told; she stopped her singing and reacted to the captains words. However, now the enemy ship was able to move as the open sails reacted to the wind. It thrust forwards a bit and Louana shifted the wheel to avoid unnecessary collisions.  Somehow though the ship had a mind of its own when those sails were open. She had two choices, avoid unnecessary accidents or take care of the enemy sails. 
She decided to do both and called out for a sailor for assistance and she spun the wheel to avoid the ship once more. Demanding the man to scour the enemies sails above she sent him off.
Meanwhile, Xzilia found herself arguing with the man in his living room. She demanded to speak with him and his daughter and he was fussing over the door. All the while a small girl, not any older than 10, stood in the doorway with wide eyes. She watched her father argue with some woman and she was thoroughly confused, until she seen the woman’s face and shook her head.
“Hey!! Shut up you old farts!” Her voice rang loud and she crossed her arms, tapping her toes in anger.
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RB- The sound of the blade as it pierced right through a man’s skull would be a sound that you would not ever want to hear again.  It was a wet crunching sound, and when added to the sailor’s dying screams the combined effect was spine chilling.  Louis reefed back his blade as another fell to the deck in a bloody heap.  Eyes practically hanging out of their sockets – staring outward at nothing.  The Gods would gain many a soul this day, if none did not make their way to Hell first.  The French ship lurched and pitched heavily as the man at the wheel was trying to make his ship collide with the Devil’s Mistress.  The Captain vanished in a black haze before appearing behind the wheel’s man and bit down savagely into his neck – the shock of which had the man release the wheel from his grasp and madly try to put his hands around behind him and stop this vicious assault.
No sooner had the ill fated sailor tried this ill advised move, did the Captain snap his neck in two and drop him to the ground.  The pirates from his own ship, were doing a damn fine job in giving the frenchies what for – bloodied bodies laying strewn across the deck, their finery of uniform now tainted with their own blood.
Next thing the Captain knew, the sails of the French vessel were coming under attack, and this would only serve to cause the ship to lose its power in the water.  Without the sails, they were a sitting duck.  The guns continued to fire between the two ships, and the damage was considerable.  Only one would survive the onslaught, but which would it be?
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DC:   Leaning heavily on the wheel Louana steadied herself between the jerks of the colliding cannons and dodging the ship. Only when the sails were torn could she stop worrying, but she wasn’t out of the clear. Sitting beside this ship made them easy targets for the blasphemous cannons, a great amount more powerful. 
 
Without any orders, which was strongly against what she lived for, she steered the ship forward and around to the back of the French’s. No threats seemed to come from here as she rested; she seemed oddly weak for just sitting behind a wheel. Something wet trickled down her leg and she chuckled, not even needing to look at the wound. Checking off her vital signs she found no need to remove the large splinter in her side and the smaller ones in her left leg.
 
“What a fine experience for my first time on sea in years.” She shook her pink hair and hefted a heavy sigh as she listened to the chaos of war. Yet from back here she wouldn’t know when they would need her. Stepping from the wheel she walked to the front of the boat and watched up the side of the French’s boat.
 
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RB-  Loius thundered along the deck like a man possessed.  Any crew man that was in his path of destruction, soon met with their maker, as his sword made short work of them.  Slashing with supernatural force, that sent blood flying.  The deck was now awash with the blood of french sailors, and the Captain of the French ship was now backed into a corner.  Three against one, as most of his crew were either fighting to save their own lives, or dying off like flies.  The Captain dropped to his knees, speaking rapidly in a language that many of the Devil’s crew did not understand.  Louis came through the throng like the sea itself was parting in the wake of a great animal.  He stared the man down.  What a coward to not fight for his life, and instead wait for death to come…on his knees, like a woman.  Louis spat at the man.  Blood of his own crewmen mixed in with the foul saliva, that drenched the French Captain’s face.  Grovelling like a beggar on the streets, he crawled on his knees to Louis.  Babbling in french about his wife…his children.  His home.  Louis cared not for this man, and grabbed him by the scruff of the hair of his head, and drove his sword deep into the man’s neck.  It was a cruel and horrible way to die, the French Captain jerking and going into shock, as his lungs filled with blood.  Soon blood was pouring out of his mouth, and his nostrils, till Louis released him.  The French Captain fell back as Louis stepped on his chest and withdrew his sword with one powered jerk of his hand.
With the French Captain dead, the crew fell away from the cannons….the battle was lost.  Louis held his blooded sword up over his head and roared in triumph, a sound that would carry across the waters….all the way back to Xzilia.
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DC:   Xzilia’s head raised to the sky and she smiled, he had done his part, he was worthy of her heart. She chuckled and looked back to the two before her, shaking the daughters hand politly.
 
“Please, Miss Xzilia, pass our good word to the captain that has defeated our enemy. If he needs skilled marksmen we will gladly be of assistance to him.” The girl bowed her head and shut their newly fixed door. Xzilia nodded her head and made her way to the port to see the ship in the distance.
 
Louana smiled small as she went back to the wheel and sailed the ship around again. Stopping, she looked at the mass bodies littering the French ship as the crew began to load back onto the ship. 
 
“You sure have out done yourself Captain, was it fun?” She noticed he was covered in blood, what a stupid question to ask her captain.
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RB-  The words and tales of Louis had not been heard for nearly four hundred years.  Though in the modern era, he had no ship, nor crew to call his own.  He was a traveller.  Born of a different time, and belonging nowhere.  This moment however, as he wiped the blood of the French Captain off his sword, with the flag of the French as a rag, he was once again in his element.  He took a moment to inhale sharply, so he could savor this win for what it was worth.  All around the fallen were now massive piles of corpses that would be picked apart by the scavengers of the sea.  The Captain was about to disembark before swinging back to his own ship, but not before setting down a torch that had the French ship burst into flame.  It was like a tinder box on the seas, and its flames would be seen far and wide.  Dare anyone to mess with the Captain and his crew and they would soon see themselves at the bottom of the ocean blue.
The Captain landed back aboard his own deck with a dull thud, and the roar of the courageous crew met his return.  They had casualties, but nothing that rivaled their french counterparts.  
Hearing Louana speak over the top of the din, asking if he had fun since he had out done himself, the Captain stared down at her as though she had something weird between her eyes.
“Bring on the next ship of lily livered bastards…I’m ready.”
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DC:   She chuckled, as much as she was begging for fun she was also begging for medical help. But not daring to disobey her Captain she steered the speeding ship further out to sea. They were leaving safe waters, out at the open the waters are more dangerous and it wasn’t just the ships. Legends be told of Louana’s old crew sailing the waters around the city. A ghastly ship that outnumbered any ship on the seven seas. They would more likely attack if they knew Louana had taken to the sea once more.
 
A wave crashed into the side and she gritted her teeth to keep it on course. The ship rumbled its protests, the holes drinking in water that the crew hurriedly tossed out. Were they in any shape to take on another boat? She glanced at her captain, was he prepared to lose his ship so soon? She shook her head and steadied the violently rocking mass of wood, spinning the wheel to ride with the waves. She flipped up her eye patch and scanned the sea for targets.
 
“Captain, I do not see a soul on the waters. Should we venture further?”
 
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RB-  The Captain took out his eyeglass, as she took off her eye patch.  The pair of them both staring in the same direction.  Only for a moment did he actually let his hand lower, to cast his eyes back down at the girl, who was bleeding all over the deck.  Not exactly a wise thing to do right next to a vampire…Siren or not.  He shook his head a little to snuff out any desire to feed on her.  Really, he was covered in more blood than what was on the deck.  Still, she had a nice allure to her smelling the way she did.  Louana was right of course, the seas were deserted.  All hopes and thought put into using just one heavily armed ship, as opposed to a fleet.  Reckless and foolhardy were words that he would use to describe the French Admiral’s folly.  Snapping closed his eye glass, he spun his finger and gave the order.
“Back to port.  Guess we gotta patch up the ship….and some of the crew.”  Was this a touch of humanity, seeping out from the Captain’s own wounds?  Nah.  He was a bastard and everyone knew it.  It was why he was the Captain.
“Well, go on.  Turn her around.”  Louis grumbled, then made a lip smacking sound.  “And…get your leg looked at.  Before I bite it off.”
He then left the helm to her watch.
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DC:   Louana almost giggled, but gave a smile when he made such a comment. Violently spinning the wheel she lead the ship back to port and was relieved to see the finest medics waiting. She and the rest of the crew filed off, helping wounded along the way. Louana stayed seated on a nearby crate just off to the side as someone wiggled free the smaller splinters in her leg. Somebody else would have to tear out the larger one, nobody dare attempt to try. She spotted her captain and quickly got up, ignoring the pain of having a splinter rip from her leg. 
 
“Captain! How did I do? Would you accept me as part of your crew?” She may be a bitch on the sea, but she was eager to sail upon it. Being this eager may get her denied, but she had – other annoying ways of getting the job. Even if she had to use bloody measures and starve the man, maybe even leave him on the brink of death, whatever it took for him to accept her on the boat.
 
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RB-  The ship was now moored back at the docks, and the sound and commotion from both those on the wharf, and those getting carried off was enough to make a man want to stuff his fingers in his ears.  Louis strode around the deck, pushing the odd french body over the side as he did so.  The large splash being heard now and again as he cleaned his ship of french filth.  Course, his thoughts would be interrupted by that pink haired siren yet again.  She was a persistent little thing.  Great hunk of a splinter clattering to the deck as someone had tried to prize it out, and she managed to do it herself, just by getting off a box.
Louis placed his hands squarely upon his hips and regarded the girl again with that critical eye.  Yes, she did manage to keep the ship from being blown apart, that was one good thing.  Didn’t bitch and moan about being hurt.  Carried on her duties while making a mess of the deck.  He’d seen men act more girly than this woman.  As much as he hated to admit it, she’d done a bang up job.  Maybe this whole…curse of women on a ship was just a fable after all.
“You be on trial.  Say, a month. Then, after that…we’ll talk.”  It was as good as she was going to get, in fact, this was the most generous he had been to anyone.
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DC:   Eyes widened and a wave of shock washed over her, she passed the first test and impressed the un-impressible. She may not have gotten a straight forward yes, but she didn’t get a no either. Without thought she grabbed the mans face and pulled him to her, delicate and soft lips pressed against his as she gave him an unforgettable kiss. Pulling away she now looked like a wreck as she whispered her words.
 
“Thank you sir…” And she fell to the ground, raspy breathing and fast heartbeat, the blood loss put her in shock as medic carried her away. A few crew mates whistled at the captain and patted his back, getting a kiss from that siren was damn near impossible. Even if she was in a drunk stupor you couldn’t even get her into bed.
 
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RB-  The last thing that Louis ever expected this woman to do, was grab his bloody face and plant a kiss on his lips.  Delicate and soft like being touched by a feather, only it felt a whole lot nicer than a feather.  In fact, the Captain completely forgot himself for the moment.  His eyes wide in surprise but those eyelids of his fell as he returned the kiss.  It was only when she pulled away and he heard the roar of the crew.  A mixture of emotions riddled his face, and he looked…embarrassed.  That was until she fell to the ground at his feet.  
“Yes…*grumble*…Hmmph.  Get back to work you dogs!”  He barked at the other members of the crew, who were still enjoying the Captain’s moment.  He watched her being carried away by a few of the medics that were on hand from the wharf.  Only when she was down off the ship, did he turn away and place his fingers up to his lips.  
Being kissed by a siren….well that was a notch on his belt.
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DC:   Xzilia was posted a few yards away as she watched the men fix his old boat. Was this worth her time? She had seen the kiss, Louana was far more fetching than she was. Looking down at herself she sighed and stared back at the boat. A worker came over and conversed with her, there were some problems getting the main mass to stay in place; they were fixing it outside of their normal area.
 
Agreeing to help she pushed herself from the barrel she was leaning against and followed the worker up to the boat. A few men struggled to keep it from swaying, but when Xzilia took hold it was in solid place.
 
“Get this thing sturdy before my arms give way!!” She shouted and they immediately scurried about to fix the mass in place. After the hardware was finished all they had to do was add ropes and sails. 
 
Xzilia removed herself from the boat and headed back to the barrel to think. She had so many questions and concerns in her head that now she didn’t know what to do.
 
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RB-  Louis came down the gang plank with his boots still covered in the blood from battle. In fact, he was caked with it.  Splattered across his face crudely, even dotted through his hair.  Here was a man that lived and breathed to fight, only in the modern world, they were not ones to celebrate such a man.  He’s most likely be locked up for life.  Xzilla stood out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of all the others that were going about their duties on the wharf.  She was heading to a barrel for some reason, the Captain knew not why.  Louis came up behind her and coughed loudly.
“So…got rid of one of your enemies, Xzilia.”  Louis said, brushing his blooded hand back through his disheveled hair.  Lowering his hand, he regarded her for a moment.  She didn’t look all cocky and stuck up like before.
“What’s eating you?”
Louis folded his arms and awaited her answer.
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DC:   She didn’t even hear him come up behind her, but when he coughed it only made her heat race as she gave him a short and sour look. She felt proud that he rid of one pest, get the word out about us having a new captain. But when he mentioned her attitude she looked towards the boat for an excuse.
 
“I was sitting here watching these men, they may be following the framework of your old boat but none of it is correct. I was pondering on how to fix this problem at hand, then I thought about it…we stain the wood with the death and blood it ever so craves.” She may have spoken those words, but she didn’t entirely believe them. 
 
Looking back she wondered why she so hastily decided that he was to work for her and then be greedy enough to claim him as hers. He could down right hate her right now and only be putting up with her because there was no way back to the modern world; even though her city was only a few years behind.
 
She leaned against the barrel and crossed her arms, how was it that this all started. She could have easily let him have his way at the parking lot, let him do what he wanted. Then she could have been on her merry way and so would he, but there was something about him that made her want to introduce him to her home, her world. It was his inner self calling and craving for the action. She took it upon herself to give him what he wanted without even asking his permission, she was selfish.
 
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RB-  :”Bullshit.”  One word.  Oh, he listened to her muddle on about how she had been watching the crew and the way they were following the framework of his old boat, but there was not an ounce of truth to what she was saying. It was like listening to the Secretary of State address the media about the latest bill.. Utter bullshit.  “That has to be the first time I have ever heard you lie.  And to my face.”
He was right, she knew he was right.  Why?  It was all in the way she held herself, her body language speaking volumes.  Louis reached for her arm and turned her so she had to face him.  Had to stare up into those dark eyes that narrowed as he gained focus.
“You were in such a rush to make me a Captain.  I was to be…under your employ.  Controlled by you.”  These words might seem harsh, but often the truth was brutal.  “THEN you go and put a bloody siren on board.”  He gestured to where the siren had been taken by the medics.  She had to have seen the pink haired minx kiss him.  The bloody crew made enough noise afterwards to wake the dead.
“If you think…for one moment I am interested in that pink haired waif….think again.”
There…he said it.  How would she react?
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DC:   What? What did he mean then, if he wasn’t interested in her? No, this was not settled just yet and she glared coldly at this man and jabbed her finger into his chest.
 
“Don’t YOU lie to me, if you were not interested in her you shouldn’t he returned the kiss. Nor acted like you enjoyed it.” The thought of this man playing around with Louana’s feelings, made her rage boil out of control. There was no denying anything when you witness everything, she wasn’t stupid.
 
Releasing herself from his grasp she had to back away and cover her face, weakness is not an option and when she looked back she was blushing and almost crying. What was wrong with her? What did she just get into this time?!
 
“We are not toys to be played around with…” She had to get out of there or everything would be shattered, the backed away and then turned and ran.
 
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RB-  Feeling each prod that Xzilla made with her finger to his chest, was like a bird pecking at a silver backed gorilla.  It wasn’t that he didn’t feel it, it was seeing how her face flushed a dark crimson.  Those eyes, they were cold as ice but it was the heart inside of her.  Twisting and getting in a knot.  SHE WAS JEALOUS!
He opened his mouth as though to say something in reply as she ranted, but was quickly made to shut it again when she accused him of acting like he enjoyed it.  The girl was a siren.  Her kisses were unlike anything that was on God’s earth.  Of course he felt the tingle that one gets, but it didn’t mean he took it as a fancy.  He’d been berating the girl the entire time.  Even having a go at her and one point near knocked her flying.  Seeing Xzilia this worked up, to the point that she looked to be in tears had Louis look completely bewildered.  Women were so…bloody confusing.
“We are not toys to be played with.”  Her final words on the matter, as she backed away, as though trying to flee. THIS was a whole new side to Xzilia.  Vulnerability.  It was shocking to say the least.
“I didn’t damn toy with her….Xzilia…you’re being foolish.”  His words seemed lost to her, but as she ran from him he snarled and then vanished from where he stood, only to appear right in front of the direction she was running.  She could well run straight into him.
“What do I have to do to prove it?!”  He roared, before grabbing her face roughly and kissing her as hard as he possibly could.
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DC:   And that she did, colliding with his massive chest. She was stunned by his sudden appearance but even more so when he grabbed her face. She was barely able to utter a word when he kissed her, and at first she was confused, but she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck as she began to cry. Her kisses may not be as pleasant, but they were sweet per say and conveyed all of her emotions.
 
Time didn’t just seem to stop; she made it halt in its place when their lips met. It was like she was flying in a whirlwind of her own foolish emotions and love it. 
Nothing could ruin this, even the way he seemed to get angry with her nearly pulled her heart from her chest. When they finished she caressed his cheek before dropping her arm and turning all flustered. It truly happened, in over 5 billion years she had her first kiss with a man she truly cared for.
 
Looking up at his tall stature she would listen to anything he had to say before she herself commented an I’m sorry.
 
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RB- There wasn’t so much anger in the kiss, more frustration at her actions that led him to have to be bold in a move to stop her.  Yes, his lips could easily bruise hers, but it was the muffled sobs that came in between each time he took a breath that he started to realize that she actually wanted this.  Wanted it more than a woman could want anything.  Her arms wound their way around his neck tightly, as though afraid to let go of him.  How long had it been since she surrendered to what was her own true desires.  To be treated like the woman that lay beneath the cool exterior.  Louis had managed in an instant, to peel back her layers till she was completely raw…practically emotionally naked.  Only when her arm came around so that she could run her fingers down his cheek, did he see the true woman behind those cold eyes.
Her words of being sorry were met by a reaction, not more words. He scooped her up so her feet were no longer on the ground, and this time he kissed her as a lover might.  It was what she needed….and maybe he did as well.  He may have kissed a siren back before, but kissing Xzilia was the greatest gift a man could ever get.  Louis placed her upon the barrel, though her legs might well be wrapped around him.  He only broke the kiss, to rest his forehead to hers.
“Don’t ever run from me again….”
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DC:   It was all bliss, she expected something sly or rude to come from his mouth but what happened was even better. He made her fly and brought her back with a loving and tender kiss. Hands cupped his face and hair slithered down her shoulders as they rested their foreheads together.
 
“Don’t ever run from me again….” Hopefully she wouldn’t have to, no, there was no hopefully because she wont ever have to. He may be just as cold as she is on the outside, but they are the same inside. Lusting, at least she was, for another to call her own. Someone no one would take from her unless they wished for death, it was all a dream come to reality. 
 
She traced his lower jaw and hummed a happy tune, a Celtic song of legend love. Having her finger rest on his lips she had a thought come to mind and she looked him in the eyes some. Taking the finger to her lips she gouged it with a tooth and traced his lips once more hoping he would accept her gift. Hoping he would become hers fully.
 
~
RB-  No one could ever say that Louis had a romantic bone in his body.  Yet when the moment came to silence Xzilia, he was able to do so in a way that brought about not only tears but unbridled joy.  Had he expected that she would react to his kiss…the second one with such happiness?  The woman practically radiated it.  From the cold of her touch, she soon warmed, as though basking in the rays of a dying sun.  The sounds and voices of those that went on with their work dulled out to nothingness, as the pair were only hearing the other.  Louis actually closed his eyes when he heard the faint tune of a Celtic song of love.  Old as time itself.  His eyes only opened when he watched her bite her only finger – enough to draw blood.  This same blood she traced along his lips.  Wetting them till they were as crimson as her own.  He gazed at her, without word.  Only to run his tongue along his lips and taste the absolute sweetness of her gift.  He may have been kissed by a siren, but this…this was by far a greater prize.  Watching him.  He actually started to change, as the blood ran throughout his veins.  Awakening him and even making him appear a little less ragged and worn.  Like the fountain of youth, her blood was like the key to the ultimate prize.
Only then, did he show something that could be considered a genuine smile.  Set against his weathered features, it was unique as it was handsome.
Louis may not have realized it at that moment, but he was now hers….for eternity.
~
DC:   “Well look at this pair of birds, the annoyance of Xzilia actually bewitched a man?” The sharp and annoying sounds of a particular man ruined her happy thoughts. A scowl formed as she looked at Thomas and his daughter, apparently about to shop.
 
“Oh my! Is this the captain you spoke so highly of?!” His daughter grinned and rushed over to shake his hand. She was not from this time, but had her best in showing she was. And you could tell her color was yellow of any shade.
 
As her father teased Xzilia to extents unknown his daughter praised the Louis a little too happily.
 
“We are really grateful you kill those men with no mercy. I don’t know if Xzilia was able to tell you, you two seemed to be doing other loving things, but we are skilled marksmen. At least my father is a marksmen and I’m a scout. What I am saying is we are both highly skilled with guns.”
 
 
~
RB-  Louis only pulled away from Xzilia on the sound of a man’s voice as he approached the pair.  Talk about bad timing.  The vampire Captain and his lady were enjoying a quiet and private moment, only to have this buffoon spoil the scene.    it didn’t take much for Louis to see that Xzilia was just as annoyed if not more so than him.  
Before he knew it, a young girl was boldy trying to shake his hand, whilst gleefully asking questions as to if this was the Captain that Xzilia had spoken of.  Louis’s eyes darted back to Xzilia with shrouded annoyance, before looking back at the girl and allowing her to shake his hand, before withdrawing it and letting it fall to his side.
“How did you know what had happened on board my ship?”
It was a reasonable question.  What happened out in the bay had not been relayed word for word, though the young girl acted as though they had been on the ship went the massacre took place.  It was almost as though the girl was trying to sell herself – as in explaining what she and her father were and how that made them useful.  To who?  Certainly not Louis.
“Why are you telling me all this?” 
Louis raised a brow, his suspicions now on high alert.  The young girl’s eagerness was in contrast to her father’s jibes at Xzilia.
~
DC:   “Oh, I know everything that happened on that ship. I’m clairvoyant and Xzilia came to me earlier today to ask me to watch you.” She chuckled softly and answered his second question. “Plus, before we came to this era, my father was once a sailor. He didn’t do much but pillage the sea for his own gains. Then by force he ended up here. There is a lot of boring details but the reason I’m telling you this is maybe you could accept us as crew mate too!”
 
She may have been bold and acting beyond her abilities, but if it was to see her father happy instead of always fighting she would take the chances. As she was talking with Louis, Xzilia was doing something less cheerful.
 
She rubbed the bridge of her nose, arguing for Thomas to leave. Obviously he was having more fun than he thought and he wasn’t going to back down. He laughed darkly and ruffled her hair, skillfully and purposefully pissing her off. His daughter paid them no mind until she noticed the shadows pouring off Xzilia. A roar of anger possessed her and she stamped her foot as a scythe rose form the ground.
 
“I told you to LEAVE!!” She went after the laughing idiot, swinging and slashing at his running backside. His daughter gasps and called after him to stop, running off too. After a few moments of that Xzilia reappears from the shadows annoyed. “I am sorry Louis, so very , very sorry.”
 
~
RB- It was like experiencing something that you would see only on Jerry Springer.  People that came out of nowhere and started to mess with Xzilia, and of course, the ever chipper daughter talking up her father and his qualities.  Why could Louis sense that the pair of them would be even more trouble to him then Louana?  A sixth sense perhaps.  What bothered him most was that Xzilia had asked the girl to watch over him on the ship – like a second pair of eyes, to see how he performed in the course of duty.  He didn’t know whether to be extremely mad at this, or to think that she actually cared about how he acted on the high sea. Enthusiasm was one thing, but it was the father’s behavior towards Xzilia that really pissed him off.  Going as far as to play with her hair, like he was familiar to her.  Had Xzilia herself brought them from another time to this one, just as she had him?
Questions were starting to form in his mind, and none of them he liked.  He had just opened up to her in a way he had not with a woman in hundreds of years.  He tasted and accepted her gift….now this?
Seeing her run off after the man with her scythe slashing and swinging at the running man, Louis folded his arms angrily.  The girl gave chase, forgetting why she was even there, it seemed.  Only when Xzilia appeared out of the shadows, and offered repeated apologies, did Louis speak.
“Care to explain what the hell that was all about?”
Xzilia might have been annoyed, but Louis was far more.
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DC:   “Yes, I will. You see I was in the future way before your time and was trying to travel back here, drunk off blood and the fact that I was a wanted felon. I wound up about a few years behind and was taken in by his daughter, who was basically raising herself. Spent a year there recovering from a time travel mishap when she admitted to me of her power. She was expecting me and therefore wanted me to bring her along. Well, at the last week of me staying I got so annoyed with her nagging I agreed, that was also when her father decides to show up out of the blue. He notices a giant time hole in the air, his daughter holding some strangers hand, and the fact of us walking though. Following us he wound up here on an extremely hateful term with me, his daughters explanation cooled his head to where he has to annoy and ruin my life but we have never been on good terms.”
 
As she spoke her shadows slowly dissipated and she calmed, as she walked to lean on a barrel her clothes changed without warning and turned into the ones she wore when she was leaving the bar. This meant either trouble was near or she was hungry. Xzilia talked about how a warp hole opened and that she did, right in front of her she subconsciously opened a time hole. A rough wind blew about whipping up debris and her hair and coat.
 
~
RB-  Listening to Xzilia with a raised brow, it was now becoming clear that she was nothing short of extraordinary.  The fact that she was able to transport herself and others to another dimension in time and space meant she was a time traveler – the kind that was only spoken about in legends.  Louis had his own secrets, and trinkets that he had gained along the span of his un life, but it did not compare to what Xzilia was.  Did it change the way that he felt about her?  No, it did however clear up some of the questions that he had in his mind.  Being a vampire as long as he had been, he had stayed youthful for so long, but his mind and his cold heart were old…very old.  She was far older.    At least now, the annoying little girl and her father were no longer bothering them, since Xzilia had scared the chap off with her scythe.  He could hardly blame her for the way she acted, he was far from amused at their familiarity.  
As he was about to speak, Xzilia changed in her appearance – to the very same clothing that she was wearing when he first met her.  Why did she change?  The answer to that came quickly afterwards, with the opening of what must have been a time portal.  Wind blew about them both, and as he watched her hair flying about, her coat lifting and falling with the wind gusts, he could see she was about to leave him.
Did she bring this about on purpose, or did this time not have what she needed.  Louis went to reach for her, just as a powerful wind blew him back and he tumbled to the ground out of her reach.
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DC:   She looked at him snapping out of a trance when he went tumbling. Not something that usually happened, shew wanted him with her but then again she wanted to surprise him with another gift. She smiled lovingly and whispered the tree magic words through the wind. She would be back in an hour, all he had to do was watch for the hole as she entered and it closed.
 
The wind ceased and she walked the silent black void of the Shadow Whisper, it had been awhile since she did this. Xzilia arrived at a particular time in an ally, a few minutes after she Louis followed inside the club. Eyeing Louis’s bike she made her way over to it and inspected it closely, nothing too complicated it could travel well. Placing her hand on the seat she shrank in into keychain size and picked it up. 
 
Before she left however, she eyed to two beefy bouncers and found her stomach growling in pain. “Food, they will be food for giving me sarcasm…” And she made her way over, not even luring them completely into the back ally of the club. She gouged out their throats before they turned the corner, and covered in their blood she headed back in time.
 
~
RB-  And just like that she was gone.  Louis could hardly believe it.  He scrambled to his feet, and ran a few steps but there was nothing there.  The portal had closed and left him in this time, while she was off….somewhere, doing God knows what.  “Well shit.” he swore, raising his arms up and slapping them down against his side, before running his fingers through his hair once more.  This was when he remembered that he was still covered in blood.  He actually raised an arm and he reeked.  Louis’s face crinkled up as it wasn’t all that pleasant.  With the girl and her father gone, and of course no sign of Louana.
Not knowing how long Xzilia would be, or if she would return, Louis decided he needs to bathe, but where?  In this day and age, it was not like they had bathrooms.  Or even if there would be something he could use on the ship.  Thinking for a moment, he then remembers the tavern.  Maybe they had a wash room there, if he paid.  Course, he had money, so that was not an issue.  With the ship now being worked on, and no need to rush off and fight any more frenchies, he decided to go back up to the tavern and have that much needed wash.
Reaching the tavern, he spoke to the inn keeper, who pointed out where they had a copper bath.  In the room, a young servant girl was ordered to bring heated water from a large kettle out the back.  It would take a while to fill, and Louis took off his clothing behind a screen tossing them onto a chair, where they would be taken to be washed.  Coming out as naked as the day he was born, he stepped into the tepid waters, and sank down  till he was now leaning back with his arms hanging over the sides.
~
DC:   Walking back across the black void she found that bubbles were floating up around her. Feeling strange she tried to take a breath only to have lungs filled with water. Freaking out she basically swam to the other end and burst through the surface of the water coughing and hacking over the side. Where the blazes did she end up??
 
After catching her breath she noticed where she was and her eyes widened, knowing exactly where she was now cause her to whip her head to the side and notice she was between the legs of Louis and his smug little face.
 
“Jezzus!!” She shouted and fell out of the tub, smacking her head with a loud crack. Growling in pain she curled into a little ball so she didn’t have to look at Louis. “I brought…” The rest was mumbles. Not only was she soaked but the clothes and blood clung to her as if to say don’t let us go.
 
~
RB-  It is the oddest thing to have the water suddenly have bubbles popping as though he had just let one rip.  Course, he hadn’t, which is why his eye twitched.  Suddenly there was a rumble beneath the surface of the water and it was then that Xzilia made her spectacular return from wherever in hell she had been.  Her shrieks however made him second guess himself and he looked down into the waters at his flacid member.  
“What?  Not seen a man naked before?”  He asked her as she fell out of the bath and cracked her head on the stone cold floor below.  She was bloody, wet….and oddly enough curled up in a ball.  Lazily, Louis made his way over to her side of the tub and looked over with his arms folded just hanging outside of the bath.  
“You sure have a way of sneaking up on someone.” Louis shook his head and then suddenly had a wonderful idea.  “This bath is big enough for two.  Why not take off those clothes and let me scrub your back.”
What an offer.
~
DC:   Rolling over she looks up at him in a blazing blush. To answer his question, the nearest she seen a man naked was underwear. A 5 billion year old virgin lay in his wake and she basically had her eyes raped by unlucky surprises. However, the offer of a warm bath did sound inviting and she wouldn’t mind if it was with Louis. 
 
Sitting up, her coat making a wet peeling sound, she crawled her way over to him and smiled. Softly pecking his forehead she withdrew his next gift, the bike he rode on the night they met. Considerably smaller and more durable the tiny bike had not broken and could even start with a button pressing. Much better shape than the measly boat.
 
“I went back to get this, didn’t know if you missed your time period or not.” And with that said she stood and started to peel of her clothes, while blushing heavily.
 
~
RB-  The blush that rose to her cheeks was an instant hit with Louis.  Nothing beat that.  Nothing at all.  He watched her with a cocky, amused expression as the slow peeling off of her wet clothing began.  Lucky Louis. That was what they should be calling him right now.  It was then that she produced something that he never thought he would see again.  His bike. Mind you, it was the size of something you would dangle on a key chain, but it was all in one piece.
“My bike.”  Yes, it was his bike.  He took it from her and toyed with it for a moment, before setting it on the small wooden stool that was next to the copper bath.  As much as he enjoyed her gift, it was what she was about to do, that he was looking forward to even more.  Louis slid back in the bath and let his eyes drink her in as she started to shed the wet clothing, that landed with a heavy splat upon the ground at her feet.  They had servants there that could pick them up, but that could wait.  He reached for the bath sponge and dunked it into the water, making light waves as he kept looking up at her.
“You’re blushing.  I like it.”  His voice had a deepness to it, as he gestured with the crook of his finger that she get in.  “Just turn around as you get in the bath, and let me do the work.”  Louis had no idea that she was a virgin of course, that was something he would need to find out…for himself.
~
DC:   She bit her lip nervously and made her way to the side of the tub. Spinning around she stepped her right foot in first then her left before sitting. Squeezing her eyes shut she relaxed herself closer to Louis and rand her hands along his lower legs. She felt his eyes always on her and found it to make her happy inside. Heart racing she removed her hands from his legs and played with her nails. What was he thinking right now?
 
Moving her hair out of the way she looked back at him and smiled. She didn’t care what he thought, why would he think so badly of her? 
 
“Louis? I love you.” She hoped the words weren’t too strong she did in fact say those three magic words before she entered through the hole. Would he change his mind since she announced so soon?
 
~
RB-  Louis caught on quickly that she was nervous. It was the nervous way that she bit her bottom lip.  Gone was the wild girl that he had met at the start of their adventures, no this was more like the girl behind her.  One that Louis wanted as much to make his, as he was hers.  She should have known that in accepting her blood, that she was already inside of him.  Now, he wanted to do the same.  But only in a different way.  It was almost as though he could hear her heart racing.  Like a horse galloping across the wide open plains.  He watched as she sat herself back down, and then glanced back over her shoulder.  Her hair carefully moved back so he could see the nape of her neck, exposed – much like the rest of her.  He brought the sponge up out of the water, and it trickled back into the bath, making it the only sound in the room aside from her voice.  Louis started to wash her back, moving his hand across till she said those four words.
His hand stopped midway, the sponge getting squished between his fingers, till he let it fall back in the water.  Louis then used his arms, to wind around and bring her back properly to him, so that her head could rest on his shoulder – her face turned to his.
“I loved you from the first moment I saw you, Xzilia.”  His eyes burning into hers, as he bent his head and kissed her with all the love that he had inside of him.  The water sloshed up and over the bath, as his free hand caressed her lovingly.  There was no rush in his movements, but she would know that with him, she would always be safe.
~
DC:   She questioned why he had stopped, was her words that powerful. Her answer came when he dropped the sponge and wrapped her in his arms. Louis? She didn’t know what to do but accept the warmth she felt when he pulled her closer. Was this his way of love?
 
Love at first sight for him? She wanted to know how that was possible, but didn’t want to ruin the moment as her head was tilted upwards. She stared into his eyes and they spoke volumes as he came in for a kiss.
 
Wrapped in warmth and undying protection she ended the kiss with a giggle; that turned into happy laughter. She was aglow in her shadowy arts, the only light shining. She turned to Louis and rested her head on his chest as she giggled softly.
 
“Stone cold and sarcastic falling for me so easily, and being a vampire pirate.” Her fingers traced his chest gently, gathering little water droplets along the way.
 
~
RB- Was love at first sight possible?  Was the fact that this minx being able to create holes in space and time possible?  Truth was, anything was possible if you wanted it badly enough.  She reciprocated his kiss, and welcomed it with a shy giggle.  This then turned into greater laughter, as she relaxed within the tepid waters.  Louis now had an amused expression that she found his statement to be comical, when others might be taking it in a more romantic vein.  Yet the joy of her laughter was melded with the art of her shadow making, and she actually glowed as she spoke.  This showed that she did mean every word she had said to him.  Course, she had to tease him lightly for it – that went without saying.
“When is love ever easy, Xzilia?”  
In any time, regardless of where they would be, the very fact that they could share a tender moment like this would be rare. Her fingers delicately tracing along his chest, as though toying with him.  Louis brought his own fingers up, to wind a lock of her hair around them, deciding to play along with her.  He could sense she was much like a skittered deer in her actions, and then he whispered something that might take her completely off guard.
“Have you ever laid with a man before?”
~
(to be continued)

 

The Captain and Xzilia.

A new fantasy story that is a collaborative with dreamcircle125 of wordpress.  

RB:   The roar of the motorcycle powering down the city lane was heard from quite a distance away.  Punters for the local club were lined up for a night of dancing and drink.  It was Saturday night – not to mention a full moon was out.  The city streets shrouded in a light mist as fog rolled in from the wharves.  The blazing headlight of the motorcycle grew larger, illuminating the shivering club goers.  The tempretures of late had been just above freezing, as the continued snow fall had blanketed the city.  
The harley pulled up just at the curb, in between two cars and the rider backed it in to park on an angle, the engine giving a last growl before he shut the engine off.  The rider slowly removed his helmet, to reveal a shock of black and silver hair, that fell down to cover his eyes from view.  Slowly, he peeled off his gloves and placed them both within the helmet, and then hooked the helmet upon the back of the bike.  
Seeing the crowd moving to get inside, the rider made a mental count of the numbers.  It was clear for anyone to see, that the place was going to be packed. Kicking the foot stand, the rider swung his leg off the bike.  The bitter cold air pinched at his cheeks, and he buried his hands into his pockets, as he ventured towards the club entrance.  The coloured neon lights flashed, offering a shade of red to illuminate the rider’s face as he stood before the bouncers.  The man was known to them, and both stepped aside, to allow him entry.  This was one of his prime hunting grounds, and he was here to feed.
~
 
DC:   The low purrs of blazing hot engine rumbled in as eyes watched the newcomer enter into the crowd of people and bikes. The beings own bike rested between two cars and at the sight of him peeked the curiosity of a youthful killer. Her head cocked to the side with a smile as she stepped from the alley way and towards the throng of people. However, this was a club and entry was harder than stalking and hunting. Bulky bouncers blocked her way just ahead and, slipping through a patch of shadows, she peeled away her casual outfit and emerged completely different. 
Long pale legs strode towards the two men, the click clack of velvet heels echoing on the walkway. Dresses where over rated for her style, she preferred short black shorts showing half her ass and a blood red thong peeking out from the top. A white tee, lettered with unknown texts, covers her C-cup breasts smoothly. As for a coat, she loved a black trench, always did her good when she needed to sleep elsewhere that wasn’t a bed.
Charming looks and an even more charming smile. She looked the part and it was time to act it. Arriving in front of the men her silken voice gave way to venomous words. “Hello. My you two men are quite the treasure for being just bouncers.”
~
 
RB:  The bouncers were from one of those south sea islands.  Dark tanned skin, broad shoulders…and thick necks.  Their eyes hidden behind dark shades as they stared down at the girl that was giving her all in trying to get in.  One even raised a shaped brow at her words, whilst the other let out a loud chuckle – which had his belly roll beneath his black silken shirt.  “Flattery huh?  You hear that Bubba, we be treasures.”  The other bouncer joined in with the banter and he too gave out a laugh that was louder than it needed to be.  “She must really want in, bro.”  The two men glanced at each other, while the crowd started to get restless in behind.  The girl had cut in the line.  Not seeing the harm in it, and due to the fact she was the kind of girl that had men constantly buying drinks, the bouncer on the right lifted the rope and waved the girl on through.
The first thing to see, once you passed through the doors, was the strobe lights that bounced off the walls, illuminating the darkness within.  The heavy pound and throbbing of the bass line was hypnotic, and the patrons were already hard at it on the dance floor.  The DJ was a favorite for a Saturday night, and many had come just to hear his tracks.  He was like a King, lording over his subjects.  Punching his fist out at the crowd in time to the beat.  High above, light sets rolled and rotated sending dazzling coloured beams in all directions.  Girls in white were illuminated by the black lights, which meant that in some ways their garments became almost see through.  
Down at the far end of the bar, the biker was leaning with his back to the timber bar top.  A toothpick was rotating out past his lips, as he surveyed the pulsating throng of bodies.  So many to choose from, it was a virtual meat market.  The rider hadn’t bought a drink.  He didn’t need to.  What he wanted wasn’t exactly on tap.
 
DC:   “What a bunch of sarcastic men.” She hissed when she walked passed the mass of meat. Inside was musky, hot blooded bodies with pulses louder than the music itself. She bit her lower lip as calm brow eyes turned shadowy black. Grey tipped black hair fell down her back as she let it down. The air grew heavier and she strutted to the bar, leaning on her elbows and popping her rump out a bit.
“Barkeep! Give me a 11am Shot!” A drink to get the night started, 11 alcohols in a small glass boiled her blood as she threw back the beverage. Now asking for a weaker drink she turned and eyed a few hot bodies across the masses. Out of most of them they were more sober, and she enjoyed something that fought back.
However she was soon reminded why she made her way into this club as she spotted the male down the bar. Eyes back to brown she sighed and sat down in a stool and watched him for a while. She kept it at simple glances and shy looks, but eventually she just started staring for better information.
~
 
RB:  Dark eyes scanned the night crowd as it moved in a pulsating rhythm with that of the music.  Already Louis was picking out potentials for the night’s events.  A crease of a smile forming as his head nodded in time to the beat.  He wore a black t’shirt and matching jeans with boots, so there was nothing about him that appeared to be overdone or made him stand out in the crowd.  His eyes however, oh they were something.  Practically black in colour, the white so sharp as they peered at the crowd beneath his eyelids.  He was about to push off the bar, when he felt the gaze of another now settled upon him.  Unusual as that was, he turned his head towards a girl that had been downing shots at the other end.  
Louis zeroed in on the girl.  Why?  Because he happened to notice the sudden change in the colour of her eyes.  Oh…..so he had competition.  No human could pull off a trick like that.  So instead of making his way to the dance floor as he had planned, Louis instead started to walk towards the girl.  Now, she had brown eyes, but he knew what he had seen.
Sidling up along side her, he stared straight ahead at the barkeep.
“Water.”  
His fingers strummed the bar, while he leaned forward. He eventually turned his head towards her and said…
“You’re new here huh?”
~
 
DC:  He was dressed to hide, but there is always something different about a man with unknown power. She smirked as he scanned the room, bobbing his head to the music, and twirling his toothpick. When he spotted her she looked awya and had her finger rim a shot glass before she tossed it back. The liquid warmed her throat for a split second then faded and when she went to look back at the man she noticed he was moving towards her.
She turned her head and waited for him, continuing to rim her glass. She could smell his blood, musky with a rich spice. She heard him speak to her, something about being new, and she turned towards him with a small smile.
“Yes, a little. I don’t like entering into bars and clubs.” She nips the inside of her lip and smiles.
~
 
RB – Louis smirked when watching the girl reply to him with that way about her.  Sure, she was new alright.  Pinching the edge of his toothpick, Louis took it out from between his teeth and tossed it into an ashtray, before leaning heavier on the bar top.  The barkeep placed the frosted glass of water in front of Louis, before going back to serving the other thirsty patrons.  Drumming his fingers lightly upon the wooden top, it would be easy to see that his nails were filed almost into sharp points.  It was unusual for a man to have nails in this fashion, but he didn’t have them like that purely for cosmetic reasons.  Around his neck, he wore a strange pendant, that looked to be some sort of crest.  Like a coin that had been hand pressed a couple hundred years ago and the chain looked to be like lead.  Louis also had an arm guard that was made from braided leather and quite worn.  With his sort of windswept and interesting appeal, you could be forgiven for thinking he had stepped off the set of some pirate movie.  Except his clothing was a little more suited to the modern era.  His left cheek had a jagged scar that ran down just below his eye.  It had long time healed but its prominance certainly meant he was a man of action – not one of words.
The left corner of his lip twitched ever slightly as he started to push the glass around, almost absently.  Oh, he had already taken a good whiff of her scent and had seen the change in her eye colour, so you could say that he was on to her.
Without warning, he said.  
“See anything you like?”  
~
DC:   She grinned and turned around, resting her back on the bar. Hair fluttering again she pointed across the room casually to some now buzzed patrons in the somewhat VIP area. 
“Those six over there, they have drank a bit more when I first seen them, but they still seem sweeter than the rest of the tedious ones.” Her brown eyes glowed as she turned to the man. The flashing lights gave her color, but the black lights made her glow as if she was standing naked under a full moon. 
With this said she lowered her finger and turned back to the bar ordering another shot, looking at the man. 
“So, why do you ask? Are they yours instead?” She didn’t know what he meant, but hey he seemed to be either amused or challenging. She liked a fight in her dinner, maybe even in bed, but with someone of equal strength that she don’t know she wouldn’t bother with that. 
~
RB – Louis perked a brow, and happened to glance over his shoulder at the VIP area that the girl had just pointed out.  So she was on the prowl.  Nailed it.  By the way Louis reacted however, he didn’t seem to give a toss about the crowd that she had her eyes on.  If that was what she wanted to feed on….all the luck to her.  In fact, he might even want to see her technique in catching her prey.  Anything beat having to watch some of the people attempt to dance on the floor.  The more they drank, the worse they got.  You could tell that Louis was not the kind of man that tried to show off in front of others.  Not like half the blue shirts that were in the club.  Business executives on their night away from their families – trying to impress any girl with a good set of legs.  Louis had seen it all before.  
Watching the girl turn back towards the bar, Louis stayed silent for a moment, only going back to stare straight ahead.  He gave off this really cold exterior, that may be considered to be intimidating at best.  It may make her wonder, or even second guess herself at his intent.  Again, he drummed his nails upon the timber top – but if she cared to listen he made the same pattern of sound…again…and again…and again.  It was almost hypnotic in a way.  What was his game?
“You’d know if they were mine.”  His voice had a gravel like quality to it.  He didn’t even look at her as he spoke.  He lifted a boot up onto the foot rail below, and she might hear an odd tink sound of metal from his heel.  Who was this guy?
~
DC – She raised a tempting eyebrow, was he trying to get her curious about him? He didn’t have to try so hard, she actually wanted to drink from his veins and learn all he is. However, more important things were at foot when her targeted food began to leave.
“Crap, what bad timing.” She curses as her clothing changes in a veil of shadows. She now wears tight black pants, tank, and weaponized combat boots all her casual wear. She looked at the man and took his glass of water, sipping it. “I hope we can meet again, I want to learn more about you.”
She follows the VIP group out the door with a flap of her coat. 
~
RB-  At the precise moment that the girl started to change, Louis’s finger drumming came to an abrupt halt.  He didn’t even have to look behind him to see that the group that the girl had in her sights were on the move.  The vampire’s hand pushed the glass of water back as he stood up to full height. His chin rising as he did so, and this was when the girl would get a far better look at him.  Rugged, and with a light stubble across his chin and just up the sides of his cheek, like a shadow almost.  He had no intention of drinking the water that he ordered, all that was for show.  
Giving a sideways glance towards Little Miss Combat, he wet his lips with his tongue and then you could see the small flash of one of his dog teeth.  She made her farewell speech and that she hoped to see him again.  He didn’t say a word.  Didn’t bat an eyelid, but those eyes did follow her as she left the club, going after the group from the VIP section.  As the door closed, he reached in his pocket and took out an old time piece.  He flipped up the silver hood and then grinned as he started to count down.
“5…4…3…2…”
In that moment he simply vanished in a blur of silver and black, leaving the barman looking bewildered.
The door was thrown open by some force….but what, before it flapped back and forth on it’s hinges.
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DC – Raising the last kicking body into the air the terrified woman now faces death. Her friends lay scattered across the ground of a parking lot about a block away, why are humans so foolish. She screams with such force her voice becomes raspy before Xzilia’s teeth sink into the woman’s neck, blood bursting into her mouth and streaming down her chin. When she finishes she tears a chunk of her neck out and drops the body, gnawing on the flesh.
Shadows pour out of her body as she twirls a knife in a bored fashion. Cracking her neck she begins to walk away with a yawn.
“That was quite impressive, they actually managed to scratch me.” She chuckles and begins to head home, she was in need of a shower to wash the blood away.
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RB-  Never…ever talk to yourself when someone could be watching you.  Someone was.  Oh yes, he had enjoyed the spectacular blood letting and frenzied style of this girl, but she appeared to be just a little cocky….and a whole lot of sloppy.  As she twirled her knife and let out a yawn, walking away from the scene of chaos and blood, a hand would reach around and clasp over her mouth, while the other hand seized her wrist and gripped it with a force that was so strong, it could easily snap bone like a twig.  That same musky scent that the girl had encountered within the bar, was now wafting all around her.  Louis had a funny way of saying hello.  His body pressed hard up against her back, and he bent his head enough so she could feel the slight stubble against her ear, as he whispered coarsely.
“I could do more…than scratch you, lovey.”
His nails started to sink into her flesh as he started to lick earlobe.  His breath was surprisingly cool, but his body….that felt like it was on fire.
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DC – Eyed widened, she was suddenly restrained. She attempted to look behind her however HE wouldn’t let her. With her wrist being squeezed she dropped her knife, but with the other hand she gripped his arm and tried to pull it off her mouth. Then she felt his stubble and his oddly cool breath against her skin as he whispered his sweet words.
“Mmmph!” 
Words muffled she trembled against his body as he licked her. It felt great, not the licking, but his body. The heat radiated from it and it felt toned as ever, at leased she hoped. However, she aslo didnt like being restrained either, therefore she began to free herself. Shadows began to wrap around the man and constricted him, eventually pulling him off and pinning him to the ground. She too now sit on him, straddling his waist.
“You dare to grab me from behind?”
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RB-  What a nimble little minx this girl was turning out to be.  Some women actually like a bit of rough and tumble, but this girl – she didn’t like being silenced.  She fought with might and let out a loud sound that could have been a swear word, had it not been muffled by his hand.  But while she tried to say one thing, her body said another.  Oh the sweet talk a body makes when faced with danger.  The shiver like tremble that could be felt across his skin gave him all the more reason to want to taste the divine flesh of her being.  She smelt of a fresh kill, and that was just how he liked it.
With the clever use of her shadow manipulation, the girl wound him up in enough that would allow herself to be freed, and in doing so she managed to force him back and pin him to the ground.  He landed with a dull thud against the cement, but to his delight, the woman then straddled him, so he had a fantastic view of her well shaped breasts.  
“I like a little back door, but…hey…I would never say no to a girl that liked to be on top.”
Louis had a wicked gleam to his eye, as he made a grab for her hips, and then swung her over so he was now on top of her and she was the one pinned to the ground beneath him.  Her hair splayed out open the concrete that framed her delicate face like it was a picture worth painting.
He gripped both her hands with one and held them over her head as he leered down just inches from her face.  He was panting like an animal, his dark eyes burrowing into hers with a ferocity that she may find shocking.
“This is better…”
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DC:   She smirked flexing her hands, his grip was tight and the view she had was quite pleasant. She paused for a moment and tilted her head, eyes a hypnotic sea of black. Shadows swirled from the ground as she began to sink down. 
“You want to play well lets play darling.” And she pulls him into the hole with her. The place they enter is black as night, and slowly they float to the ground with liquid to their ankles. She is bare, pale as the moon with not a cloth on her body as she raises her hands. She giggles as a weapon forms from the liquid below.
“I’m sorry, but you seemed persistent to play ‘Restrain Me’ therefore I brought you to a world of equality. MY true hunting grounds, the Shadow Whisper. You can have all the power you had in that weak world, but i have upgraded.” She begins striding around him dragging the forming weapon.
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RB –  Slipping into the black hole that had been formed from the woman’s shadow manipulating ability, the vampire soon found himself floating to the ground which was covered in a sickly black substance.  In this reality, the woman is now without cloth – bare naked as the day she was born.  The vampire however, oh he was still wearing the same garb as he had in the club.  Everything.  From the pocket watch that he had pulled out of his pocket to check the time, to the special crest pendant that he wore on a special chain around his neck. THEN there was the leather gauntlet that seemed to be fashioned from leather.  But what kind of leather you may ask?  So many mysteries to the man that had yet to be unlocked by the woman, who so boldly now strutted around Louis like a tiger that was stalking her prey.  She didn’t get it yet, did she?
This woman, whose name remained unknown certainly felt that she had the upper hand in this world of her creation.  Spun from what was like miasma (miasma (Μίασμα, ancient Greek: “pollution”), a noxious form of “bad air”, also known as “night air”.), but if that were the case, he would feel a sense of nausea, or at least a foul smell to the air.  No this was definitely shadow manipulation at its finest.  An art that was known to few.  He had to admire her persistence at not wanting to be restrained.  Unlike many submissives that craved such attentions – especially in being tied up or bound.
Louis tugged lightly on the leather gauntlet that he had around his wrist, and it started to weave slowly up his arm, like a snake slithering.  Oh, sure.  She was full of surprises….but so was he.
Louis must have been at least seven hundred or so years old.  From a long line in Europe, he had lived, died, and seen so much that this world and the other had to offer.  To find a girl with this much talent, and able to draw him out of the mortal world was remarkable, to say the least.  Was he intimidated?  Hardly.  If anything, he was most amused.
The medallion around his neck shimmered as he started to golf clap her efforts.  She might have viewed this as him being chauvinist, but on the contrary – he was impressed.
“So, Miss.  Do you plan to use that?”  He gestured to the forming weapon, as watched her with eyes black as death.
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DC – She noticed his sudden changes and debated her next decisions carefully, what would she do? She giggled playfully and licked her lips as the massive blood scythe finished being created. 
“Oh no sweetness, this special weapon is for you. I may not scare you now but I will make you think twice before attempting to restrain me.” She lifts the scythe then spins it skillfully over her head before stopping, not wanting to feel like a stuck up show off. She gripped the shaft and walked it to the male, holding it out for him to take. 
“Its an extra boost for your own, powers.” She giggles cutely and tilts her head, breasts bouncing softly.
She took the time to study his medallion closely and hummed some with a grin. Looking up at him she winked seductively and began to step backwards exposing herself to any and all attacks he has to show her.
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RB-  Now, its one thing to be in the black world of this girl’s creation.  It’s another to start trusting a smiling cat that suddenly wants to offer you a gift when she is bouncing about all cutesy like.  Louis merely glanced down at the offered handled and smirked.
“Mother always said, never take candy from a stranger.”  
He had a definite grin when he said this, as the girl was suddenly going from being defensive to being coy and cute like a mouse.  Did she really think he was that gullible?  Louis took a moment to see that she had been staring at his chest and of course the medallion that rested on a light cushion of chest hair.  She was humming and grinning.  Winking at him as though she was now on display for any nocturnal desires that he might have.  Sure, she had the body that could make a man turn to jelly, but Louis was made of harder stuff.  
Dancing about now, with not a care in the world.  Like a big red target was painted on her rump, one that he wanted to smack, just to spite her.
“You’re a very naughty girl, lovey.”
His fingers reached up and he started to stroke the pendant gently, and as the girl stepped backwards she would hear his voice coming from in behind her….though…he was also standing in front of her.
“Like a ghost from the wind, he comes from the sea. And trembles the foe, like a storm on the lee.”  
Her own black shadow formations begin to swirl like that of a rough and ready sea.  Raising up higher and then crashing down around the trio.  How was it he could be in two places at once, and why did he speak like a pirate?  She might just want to know, who she brought down into her world, for he was certainly not one of either….
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DC:   Impressive, but unfazed. She had to admit that he had more power than she thought but she wasn’t using power or techniques. Dopplegangers was something simple, she could make millions with no effort. The only effort she would put in was physically resisting the urge to tear him to pieces in this world. That is what this place was made for, utter and complete killing.
She drew in a long deep breath and filled her lungs. Lacing her fingers together she closed her eyes and released the breath as two bloody pillars smashed into both bodies, one obliterated and the other being thrown to the side. Black blood shadows form as she opens her eyes and tilts her head forward looking at the man. 
“Stop toying with me, show me something impressive or I’ll make you mine.” She sighed heavily wanting something other than show now. A fight, some action, something than watching him get all charged up.
Now she moved, but instead of taking a step her body became blood and she sunk into the liquid below and threw him into the air. 
“Hurry up!”
Her fist slammed into his gut and she sent him back into the ground, blood covering his body as one article of clothing has now disappeared from his body.
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RB-  The mouse did not enjoy the game that had been played, though she thought that she was in full control in this world of her making, she underestimated the man before…and behind her.  All the while that they had faced each other, the slithering leather of his gauntlet was moving up and over his arm, crossing underneath his fabric and winding around and around his body, while the medallion was actually moving within it’s centre.  It was very much alive.  The image was of a serpent that was wound around a sword.  The woman’s distaste for him was now evident in her facial expression, her patience wearing thin.  A crude grin was forming as she snarled and then inhaled deeply – a breath that would fill her lungs to capacity.  From this action, she brought her hands together as she closed her eyes and released two blood pillars. One to hit the man behind her, the other to hit the man in front.  Louis took the hit on full – it sent him spiriting across the void, while the man behind her simply dematerialized as if he was never there at all.  
Louis rose slowly from the black shadow like sludge as she came at him, barking like a junk yard dog that she wanted to see something that would be impressive…something she could fight against.
“You want me to unzip my britches?” 
Oh he hadn’t lost his sense of humor that was a fact.  Clearly enjoying this out pouring of emotion and hate.  The more she did it, the more he enjoyed it.  But then, she decided to take matters into her hands, going for a full body blow.  As she slammed her fist into his stomach, which was incredibly hard, unlike that of a human male, his right hand shot out and snatched at her wrist as they made contact.  Closed in quarter combat.  Oh how he had craved for this.  The strange leather that had been curling around his body was now able to be used effectively. Eyes and a head appeared for the gauntlet was actually a sinister serpent, and the fangs bore down upon her flesh  – sinking deep into her skin, while Louis grip only got stronger.  He was holding this..naked woman right up to his body and he growled down fiercely so she could not escape his words…
“With a bone cold glare, and a sneer on his lips; he has a cannon by his side…and a snake upon his wrist.”
His free hand snatched at her hair behind her head, and brought her in for a crushing kiss, to seal her fate. For the fair maiden….there would be no escape.
~
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DC:   Vile man! He was able to catch her off guard with that wicked bracelet and a surprise kiss. Whatever he did she didn’t like it as a throbbing pain slithered up her arm  and her lips tingled. However, it wouldn’t render her useless, didn’t make a dent yet it seemed. When she was planted back on ground her arm was limp and she glared down at it distastefully, would she have to loose a limb to fight?
“What a good trick, maybe I can show you one of mine too…” Slowly the liquid boiled and rose around her as armor now formed. She would get serious now, and a bit playful, as she now wielded a bastard sword with a length of 5′ in total. 
Gold and ruby red text, ancient to the royal vampires, was inscribed unto the sword as she walked like a puppet now. A cracked grin formed, small but unsettling to most. she advanced towards him as a coppy of herself rose from where she once stood, then another, and another,
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what we want!” Voices that happen in nightmares now echoed around him, giggles of dark happenings. There were only about fifty women surrounding him, but each had a different weapon. From bows, pikes, swords, spears they were all unique to the royal family as crests and antiques.
Supernatural beings Girls Magic Horns Armor anime original fantasy art wallpaper background 
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RB – So many beautiful women, and all doppelgangers like the one that started this game.  From what was a simple girl from a night club, this woman had demonstrated powers that were to some beyond imagination.  She begged….no, pleaded for him to show his power, and well, one hates to disappoint.  But in the same breath there is a rule in combat. Never show all your cards at the start.  The bite from the wrist snake was just a taste of what he could do, but now in order for the girl to continue the fight, she was resorting to armor.  And one hell of a bastard sword.  Oh if this was the main act, he was going to love the encore.
Seeing all the bevy of beauties coming at him with a variety of weapons, from bows and pikes, to swords and spears, the Vampire had fleeting memories of being caught up in a battle similar to this one – long ago.  1578, to be precise.  But back then his lady was no slip of a girl.  She was something much…much larger.  
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what you want.”  The women cried in a chorus that grew and echoed around him.
“How one man can please so many….as much as I am tempted, I have to decline.”  
He took out his pocket watch and then flipped open the silver top.  Inside the watch mechanism sounded and this only grew.  Tick toc tick toc.  This was no ordinary watch.  A wind started to pick up and whistled all around them as the women encircled him.  If they bothered to look down, the shadow like liquid was starting to change.  lapping at their feet and now rising up their legs as it got deeper.  
“You may control the shadows, my dear – but I control something far more powerful”
The roar of something coming out from the darkness would have all those pretty lassies turning their heads.  The creak and groan of timber flooring and the slapping of massive sails as a ship came into view.  A massive sailing ship.  A rope was thrown down and the vampire caught it on the full, as the ship ploughed right for the gathering of girls.  Climbing up the rope, he clamored over the side as there was a light that appeared – like a rip or tear in the world of the girl’s making.  The ship was going to sail right through it.
 
DC:   Swords at the ready that ship ripped through them, but not unscathed. They collided metal against wood, shards embedding into their fading bodies. Floating in the sky was the original Xzilia as she giggled against the surprise she brought along, he was not easily tempted at all but how hard would he fight to get out of her play land. She laughed happily and raised her hand, strengthening the winds to blow that man and his ship straight for the unknown light at the end of the tunnel.
What would be on the other side? It certainly wasn’t the end of her fun, even if he didn’t want to fight she would allow him to think he was to leave. As he passed through the bright whiteness there was a shrill eek awaiting him. Him and his tiny toy boat came bursting out of a very large cup of coffee and onto a table. From above is a worried looking Victorian lady, caked in white makeup and ruby lipstick plastered on her lips.
“What in heavens name!!!” She squealed before finding hands snap her neck. Xzilia looks down at the boat and glares distastefully before picking it up gently?
“Lets find you some water sailor.” And away she turned, wind whipping violently as she walked.
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RB- The ship lurched and then fell on its side when it washed out of the large coffee cup.  It was the size of the head of a teaspoon, and Louis was smaller than an ant.  Not exactly the Pacific.  Everything was huge, no…gigantic.  This wasn’t exactly his port of call either, and seeing the enormous Victorian lady having a right fit, only to be killed off by an enraged Xzilla only made matters worse.  Before he could do a thing, aside from hold onto the side of the ship with all his worth, Xzilla picked up the tiny ship with the intent of taking it somewhere, where there was water.  In the Victorian era???  Louis may be tiny, but he still had his fighting spirit as he was now being carried away by this She mountain.  Being so small did have it’s advantages.  He ran across the bow of his ship and launched himself at one of her fingers.  Climbing up like you would a mountain climber till he could find his way to her arm.  He was so small, it would be hard to spot him.  Like a flea on a dog.  
Climbing higher and higher, he got in under her clothing and used her hair…the very fine strands of it, to help assist him in this climb.  He knew where he had to go, in order to have some affect, but it was going to take some time before he got there.
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DC- She made her way out of the house and stopped a carriage with a high whistle, it slowed to a stop and she told the man where to go before climbing in. Unlike a taxi it wasn’t fast but only bumpy as she looked down at the ship calmly. Lifting it higher she decided to attempt to look at the details while she could, until the carriage bounces and the ship flew from her fingers.
“Ack! No!!” Fumbling she was able to catch it, but not without breaking off the sails and completely tearing the fabric to shreds. She cursed to herself and sighed heavily, deciding that less damage was to be done if she just folded her hands.
Minutes passed and the carriage stopped at their destination. She smelt it even before she arrived, the seaport of the city. As she stepped out a brisk wind caught her hair and fluttered it with a few loose leaves, it was cooler than the warm air and she smiled. 
“Here we are Sailor, water…” Shoving through the thick throng of people was almost hazardous. Fish mongers and more handy men were bustling about to tend to the demanding needs of their marketeers (customers). Eventually, with some strength, she was able to make it to a quiet part of the port and knelled down to place the boat in the water.
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RB- When the tiny boat was placed into the water, it really did look kinda sad.  I mean, she broke the main sail and the other sails were shredded and torn.  From Louis’s view, it was as if had gone ten rounds with the Spanish armada.  Appearing on her shoulder now, he stared the long way down to where she had just placed his ship.  The look on his face turned grim, as he then stared up at her face.  Truth be told, he was not liking her very much at this point.  Scaling her hair like it was the ropes from a ship, he made his way to her ear, and managed to climb out so that he was just inside the opening.  This was when he decided to speak, because, she was bound to hear him.
“I should be grateful that you don’t wax, lovey.”
It had helped him gain his way up onto her head. The very very tiny vampire then started to prod and feel about for a nice juicy piece of skin.  Finding just the right piece that was from the inside of her ear, he bit down on it.  HARD.  This was bound to annoy her greatly.  But he wanted to give her a little something for damaging his ship.
Taking in enough of her blood, he stepped back and wiped the back of his mouth before he started to feel the change begin to occur.  Louis was beginning to grow, and he made a run for it, out of her ear and down her shoulder, before appearing on the ground behind her in full size.  Her blood really had something in it for that extra kick.
Pushing himself to standing, he brushed a bit of ear wax off his shoulder, before staring down at his teeny tiny ship.
“You owe me…one ship.”
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DC – She bit her lower lip as she watched the tiny ship bob lazily around. She groaned as she looked at the pieces in her hand then at the boat. Expression changing she nodded with confidence, she could fix this. Before she could react however she heard a whisper in her ear and she whipped her head around to find nothing there. Then a small pinch came along and she yelped as she rubbed her ear noticing Louis soon behind her. 
An eyebrow raised and she turned back to the ship just as he was. Owe him a ship, she planned on doing even better for the Sailor, for what he didn’t know was that now they were in her time period. She stood and turned to him with a smile and nod. 
“I will give you a new ship and this one if you so desire! Just you watch!” She snapped her fingers and the ship grew to normal size, shadows dissipating from around it. “Just wait here okay!” 
She darted off and into the port. Thirty minutes passed and she returned with some people to fix his beloved boat. She gave a demanding point with such a serious face and shouted her orders. 
“Alright men, you will earn your pay when that boat is in tip top shape!!” They shouted with confidence and ran towards to boat, tools in hand. Pulling it to shore they braced it on the sandy beach, since the port for fixing ships was full, they would fix it here.
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(to be continued)

Beneath the silk.

 

Continuing on from “The Cards Never Lie”, Nick is now requested to have dinner with the Fortune Teller as payment for her services.  But is he to be the main course?  Read on and see.

Scene setting – Nick’s chambers

Written with SA.

 

RB:  -They say the eyes are the windows to our soul.  But with the Fortune teller’s eyes being masked by the black bandanna and her in her own words being told that she was without sight, it was hard to read what the woman was thinking as she lifted the last card.  The card for the reader only; not the Vampire.  For a moment, the woman sat motionless.  If she could stare at the card, she would.  In her mind’s eye she was.  Nick was oblivious to what the importance of this last card was, but for a woman who had been all too eager to explain each card in turn, her body language projected that this card was not one that she wished to divulge about.  The silence between the two became almost deafening.   Nick’s brow creased and he tilted his head slightly as though being on the edge of his seat for what she was about to say.  Then…it happened.  The woman simply snapped out of whatever hold the card had over her and she resumed speaking as though nothing had happened.  Changes occurred to the table however.  The black symbol that had been crafted from what must have been her own blood simply faded away, the timber looking as though it had before.  Nick was unaware of the importance of what this meant.  She had withdrawn the pact.  Again, she reminded Nick that the cards never lie.  “So you keep saying, Ma’am.”  Now, it was time for the price.  Nick had willingly agreed to pay the price that the woman asked, and so he waited in readiness for her word.  He would of course oblige her.  He was a man of honour, regardless of what others thought of him.  His word was his bond.  “Dinner..”  Did he hear her correctly?  “Dinner?” he repeated what she had said, questioningly.  It was unexpected, to say the least.  Pausing for a moment, Nick nodded.  “I can’t imagine what a woman of your standing would have a taste for, but if the price is dinner, than that is what you shall have.”  Nick pushed himself up and swung his leg off the chair, turning it around so that he may place it back normally.  –

~RB~

 

SA:   It was as if it never happened, the entire Reading she previously performed, as each trace of it vanished: The timber regained its natural carvings in the wood, with no trace of black lines from the little droplet of blood as even her palm seemed to be missing the scar created only minutes ago. The cards turned back to being blank as she one-handedly shuffled them once more, in quite the bored manner, the Reader herself taking a more casual stature upon her seating, leaning back in her chair. Though the deck was back to normal, whatever she used as vision kept darting to one card only, each time it popped up from the deck in its shuffle. “You can keep that.” She pointed lightly to the card that was still on his side of the table. Strength, the card which assumingly represented him. “It’s yours. Keep it, even if just as a reminder of this encounter. Or just as a reflection – This card is your mirror, after all.” As she explained, her attention darted once more to her own card, one which she did not reveal to others, before eventually placing it back with the rest. His confusion only brought a bit of her own, snow white brow quirking lightly. “What? I told you my price is something idealistic… There is a lot more you can gain from a dinner invitation than a simple material prize. What did you think it was? Souls?” To that, she couldn’t help but grin – a Cheshire-like spread grin across alabaster features which only created such a heavy contrast, between the delicate features of the femme and the brutality of the sardonic grin. Souls were… a different story for her.

 

RB:  -Nick wasn’t expecting to be given the card that she had dealt him.  The first card in fact; the one of strength.  The vampire reached across and prized it off the desk with a flick of his fingers – holding it and turning it to see that the imagery was still there.  Nick graciously nodded and placed the card safely into his jacket pocket, patting the flap down to seal it in.  “Thank you…uhm, I don’t believe I caught your name, Miss.”  Nick felt that since he had agreed to her terms of payment, that it would be fitting if he knew just how to address her.  Nick had showed intrigue in his expression, rather than some sort of amusement.  He did tend to take things seriously, when it came to payment of a deal.  Nick rested his hands on the back of the chair in which he sat, his fingers strumming the wood almost as though he was placing his fingers on the keyboard of a piano.  Sharp black fingernails, if one was to notice.  Hearing the fortune teller say that there was more to be gained from a simple dinner invitation than an item of value or net worth.  The mention of souls had Nick actually scoff.  Was that a little premature on his part?  Probably.  But with her Cheshire cat like grin, he began to wonder if she was being half serious.  Glancing about, Nick then said. “I don’t think the kitchens in the castle would be operating at this hour.  Did you have a certain place in mind?”  Nick was not actually knowledgeable of the area, and perhaps the Fortune teller had her own secret place to dine. –

 

~RB~

 

 

SA:   “Sophia” She muttered that one single word out, with her own uncertainty, as if it was unclear to her whether or not it was her name. The creature did not remember her real name, amnesia taking its toll upon the femme’s former life as most of it stood under the sigil of memory loss, a perpetual fog dwelling in the depths of her mind. She’d only remember her given name, the one ~he~ gave her, the moment she was reborn, although still unsure if she should consider it a Rebirth. “My name is Sophia.” It had to be repeated, for her own sake, really, to make sure she, herself, grasped it entirely. “I don’t believe I got yours, either.” – Not that she’d really care for one, usually names only overly complicated her doings and yet, he got this far as to gain a Dinner invitation from the Blind Fortune Teller to which, in her mind amounted for the worth of knowing his name. Eventually, she’d rise from her seat making sure there was no fickle of dust on her attire, walking only to circle the table (and him) like the little Predator she was, always playing. She reached up, placing her hands on the back of ~his~ chair, leaning her body in to hover her head just merely an inch from his shoulder. “I have a place… Wear something nice.” In a teasing tone, she whispered out before each trace of ~her~ as well as her doings simply vanished in thin air, like it all would’ve been characteristically to a simple dream. Or, a nightmare, depending how he’d see it.

 

RB: -The fortune teller gave up her name, though for some reason she felt the need to say it twice.  “Sophia…the perfect name for you, it seems.”  Nick knew that the Greek meaning of the name was Wisdom.  The vampire was now ready to formally introduce himself.  “Savage, Nick Savage.”  His name rolled off the tongue, and as he said it, he did a little bow from the waist.  So now they were on a first name basis, and about to embark on a dinner date of sorts.  Though he was unsure of just when or where that would take place.  The woman rounded the table after standing, only to come around behind him.  His head followed her movement till he watched her place her hands on the back of the chair that he had been sitting in.  She had a place all worked out, but she stipulated that he had to wear something nice.  “I think I have something that would fit the bill, Sophia.”  There, he actually used her name.  But as he was about to turn and face her, the woman simply vanished into thin air.  Nick froze and then glanced about him, searching the room for her.  She was gone.  “Right…guess she didn’t need to use the door.”  The vampire shrugged his shoulders lightly, and straightened his stance, before leaving the Queen’s royal court room.  He had a chamber that was down in the bowels of the castle where few dared enter.  Striding down the long hallway, he stopped and pressed his hand to the door to open it, before waltzing in – the door closing behind him by itself  ~What to wear?~ the vampire asked of himself in his mind.  Going to a large chest that was covered in dust and cobwebs, he kicked it open and started to rummage through the clothing he had acquired over the centuries.  He went with something nostalgic.  A Black suit with black shirt, matching tie and scarf.  He already had boots, so why change those.  When he had dressed into the suit for dinner, used his fingers to rake his hair back.  It fell forward again, rebelling against his attempts for it to be what would be called neat.  Now, all he had to do was wait….-

~RB~

 

SA:  And there, there was Darkness. A perpetual state of darkness, where nothing else but it lingered, like somebody instantly flicking the switch over to let all the lights turn off as illusions took the place of everything surrounding him – Molded the earth itself to their own will as if warping his surroundings. A force that was namely otherwordly, one that could almost be able to cast shadows where there were none, but Darkness. And from the Void, everything created itself, like a Big Bang, in which illusions eventually settled into material grasp, tangible once more for the man and yet so, so very intangible. It would’ve been hard to distinguish illusion from reality at this point, a point where there were both existing at the same time and yet, none at all. One could almost call it a dream, a place where nothing was at it seemed to be and yet it created a visage of nature, the miasma of sweet red roses lingering in the air, a place surrounded by water. The Reader’s special hiding spot actually looked like something pulled out from a gothic fairytale, the romantic touch lingering softly around his surroundings; a small breeze carried the echoing words which escaped the woman, soon finding her place behind him, waiting until he’d turn back. “Welcome.” And when he’d turn? He’d be welcomed with a completely new sight, a new glance of the woman he previously encountered. There was white. A contrast between what she wore when they met and what she had on now – A long white dress, fitted to envelop her curves beautifully and to let the prominent bones even stick out a little. She was no beauty by society standards – A tall woman, almost grotesquely anorexic in built, as those snow white tresses were pulled back in a simple bun, away from alabaster features. Skin stark white pale, completing the visage, letting a reverse snake necklace dangle at her back, to complete the look. There was a simple detail, still present. The mask, always hiding her optics from vision of others, as if protecting them from view. There was no smile, but a simple small smirk, awaiting his turn.

 

RB:  You could never say that the following turn of events were expected.  One moment, Nick was standing alone in his chambers – messing about with his wayward hair, the next he was in a place that could be best described as a gothic romantic setting.  Water that was the colour of the night sky, sparkling with the reflection of the stars.  The hint of crushed rose petals – their scent enveloping him as the breezed picked up and made the leaves at his feet dance all about him.  He would need to smack himself twice to see if he was actually awake or not.  So fanciful, that it had to be a dream surely.  For a minute, he believed it was caused by a bad blood batch.  Nick reached for his sleeve cuffs and gave them both a pull slowly, as though he couldn’t simply stand still.  Was he uncomfortable about how this visage came to be?  All he knew was that he didn’t cause it.  Also, this is the last place he could ever dream up in his imagination.  No, this had a woman’s touch.  And that woman welcomed him with just one word.  Nick turned around to find that his hostess had also arrived, or she had been waiting for him.  Dressed in all white, which matched her long tresses, she was a vision to behold.  The dress doing well to embrace her figure – hugging so close that bone were clearly visible.  Her face was adorned with the black bandanna, just as it had been before.  It was more than just a fashion accessory, for he had never seen her without it.  Nick stepped off to walk towards her, only stopping just shy so that he may bow politely.  Forever the gentleman; regardless of the circumstances.  “Sophia.”  Nick straightened to full height, before adding.  “You look radiant this eve.  White is your colour.” –

 

~RB~

 

 

SA:  She bowed, in return. It was elegant, one hand reaching for her dress to lift it up by the hem only to gracefully bend at the waist, following his. It was then, when she bowed, that a glimpse of blue could be caught beneath the black mask, as it slipped just half an inch along her face before a gloved limb came up to fix it back in place, making sure the accident would not happen again. It was almost paranoia, which guided those long, slender digits to the mask, as one could even take her to be surprised, almost angry at the little slip. “Quite the Silver tongue, you are…” She remarked, up to his flattery of her, a grin playing on her lips, those scarlet red petals curling upwards gently. “I am sorry for kidnapping you on such a short notice… I believed you would’ve been done preparing by the time I was..” It would’ve taken him by surprise, then, when she soon turned around, her back coming to face him as the Mandalla tattoo was placed between her shoulder blades, at the top of her back. The ironic symbolization of the Flower of Life. “Could you help me, please…?” She murmured out as both her hands held onto the ends of her mask, which seemed to be unknotted, asking his help to tie it back over her optics. A test of trust – For he could choose to remove it altogether and leave her without it… or choose to help her tie it back. When he’d approach, he’d take in her scent, even more than their previous encounter. An almost intoxicant sweet scent, so very hypnotic, used to mask what lied beyond it. And when he’d touch her? The flesh on flesh contact would’ve been met with cold, like touching dry ice in the middle of winter, despite that alabaster skin being feather soft, velvet to the touch, and the color of marble glowing in the moonlight-

 

RB:  In a world far away from this one and in another time, there was a man known as Nick Savage.  He was always known to be a gentleman, well before he fell to the charms of a woman that saw to end his human existence.  But one thing about him, he never changed the way in which he would treat a woman.  That was very much a part of his makeup, something that you simply could not erase.  Though there would be those that tried his patience, he managed to contain any negative feelings deep down were none could see.  Sophia had his full attention now, and this was when she had a minor mishap with the black bandanna that covered her eyes.  The fabric slipped just slightly, but it was enough to reveal what was the very hint of blue.  Naturally, Nick tried not to show an abject curiosity, but he was more concerned about her by the way her hand was quick to move to put the fabric back to shield her eyes.  The Vampire then beamed when Sophia called him a silver tongue for his compliment about her beauty.  “You should know by now that I speak from the heart.” If there was one thing about her, he admired the way she recovered and held her own.  It was admirable in his eyes.  A chuckle escaped his lips when she apologized for kidnapping him.  “Oh I wouldn’t call it kidnapping, Sophia.  You can’t really say that if it was consensual. “  He wanted to be her guest, actually.  It had given him something to look forward too.  “Not every day I get to bring out the old tux.”  He pulled on the lapels of his coat in a haughty gesture.  His head tipping side to side, with his hair flopping about.  It really was unruly at the worst of times.  You could say it gave him a roguish air.  When Sophia turned and asked if he could help her with the bandanna ties that had become unknotted, Nick stepped up and then reached out to take the ends as they were offered. Indeed it was loose, probably from when she made her bow.  Delicately, with hands moving like he was conducting surgery, he carefully retied the fabric ties into a firm bow, that could still be pulled apart with some effort.  It was however standing this close to her, that he was able to drink in her scent.  Alluring as it was unusual.  Nick could even say it was intoxicating.  His fingers strayed to her hair, and as he lowered his hands, he couldn’t help but let the tips brush gently over her locks, before finally letting his arms fall to his sides.  He whispered in a coarse voice – almost in husky.  “That won’t come off again anytime soon, Sophia.”

 

~RB~

 

 

SA: “You seem to enjoy saying my name now.” It was almost a mockery, a teasing whisper which escaped her lips as she turned around only to let his hands wander and touch the mask which held one of the secrets she kept most greatly hidden. It even brought a small flinch of her form, one nobody could actually predict from a woman like her, when they gripped both ends of the mask, allowing her own paranoia to seep in – In all honesty, she felt like running away, deep within; A weak spot of the woman, one of the many she rarely displayed. Lips parted to allow a small gasp to slither between them as they half opened, almost anticipating the moment he’d grip the mask off her optics – Because if you were confronted with a mystery, your first instinct would be trying to uncover it, no? And yet, it came as a surprise to feel the mask even tightening more against her scalp, secured over her optics as it should have been in the first place. He spoke from the heart… It was the reason why he was still here, indubitably so. Sophia’s outcome for the Readings was only suggested by the three questions she asked, ever changing for each customer, allowing them to make the final decision over their… Fate, one would call it. Destiny. Or maybe Chance. Whatever it was, those three questions brought him here, still breathing. When his fingers trailed through those snow-white tresses, gently caressing some stray hairs which escaped the neatly secured bun on the top of her head, her mind flooded with memories long forgotten – Blind people see beyond sight, their senses deeply provoked to their full potential, bringing a true synesthesia over this being, despite no longer having a living breath: The simple touch brought a wave of memories through her mind, ambushing her like waves crashing against rocks on the shore, nevertheless without considering that his wandering digits reached a sensitive spot on her body – A weak spot, one so powerful that it brought another gasp from her, this time more audible, like a faint echo carried by the wind: The nape of her neck. She didn’t turn to face him, yet – She only allowed her head to slowly rotate along her neck, offering a gaze beyond that black mask his way. “Thank you.”

 

RB:  When you are standing before a woman who is as much a mystery as is what lays beneath the black bandanna, you tend to forget yourself.  This is what happened to Nick as he tightened the binding of her bandanna and reassuring her that it would not come undone again.  He did however let his fingers stray far longer than what was considered polite, but in doing so, Sophia reacted in a way that was unexpected.  He was sure he heard it – that audible gasp.  When was the last time a man had been so close to her and allowed the opportunity to touch her?  Nick’s face showed a mixture of concern, and also a hint of satisfaction that he could even make a woman sound that way.  It had been so long.  He blinked away the thought from his mind when he captured sight of her head turning – just enough that he could see her cheek.  She thanked him.  The vampire’s eyes lowered till he saw the nape of her neck.  As though sculptured by the very gods themselves.  Delicate…and beautifully curved till it met her shoulder.  Nick’s lips parted just slightly, and then remembering himself he closed it again and took a step back to allow her space to turn to face him.  “It was nothing, Sophia.”  There it was again.  He had repeated her name.  “Your name does so easily roll off the tongue.”  Perhaps she would believe that this was all in his plans, to be gracious to a fault – but he knew no other way.  “Should we have a stroll before dinner?  Or would you rather gaze at the stars afterwards?” –

~RB~

 

SA:   “Whatever you prefer.” A blunt statement rolled along her own tongue now, coming as a response to his question, before fully turning to face him. Face to face, as that mask hugged and entrapped her mystery optics fully in black, allowing it to create such a contrast between it and the alabaster skin of those delicate, feminine features. Plump red lips plucking upwards at their corners to offer a small smirk, as if teasing, provoking him to make a decision. She held her ground – After all, if Nick would’ve realized it by now, he was on her territory, a territory created by her own powers, engulfed into a perpetual illusion of being, the mere existence of this place trapped in a lock of dimension. Reality, he never left his chambers and yet he could feel everything – Each small breeze through his raven colored strands, each rose petal falling on his shoulders, each scent carried by the wind, the miasma of the roses mixed with her intoxicant sweet scent, only to intensify the hypnosis. “I’ve invited you to Dinner, no? It’s your choice how you wish to start off… The night is ours.” She punctuated those last 4 words, so beautifully that her words would’ve created a hypnotic trance on their own, almost inquired of seduction. Soon, her body twisted around to walk by his side only to pass him by with a single small signal, letting the tips of her gloved digits slowly caress over the back of his hand as she turned, walking within the ruins of this room, passing the scarlet curtains. As she walked, she almost seemed to be floating, if not for the barely audible clicking of her heels against the concrete floor, her hips swaying in their own little dance with each step she took as her shoulder blades rolled slightly in her motion. He could see it, now – Her spine, somewhat protruding as each vertebra danced along the middle of her back, curving her shape into a flexible S-shape, rolling each time she turned her body to look back and see him – Hopefully following.

 

RB:  Interesting as to the tone of her voice, for it did not match that beautifully yet disarming smile.  Face to face, he was again caught off guard by the way that the mask only accentuated the subtle alabaster sheen of her skin.  No other woman had skin like it, and the fact her lips were so full, so ripe as though they had been stung.  Nick wondered what they would feel like if he were to nip at them – tug that bottom lip enough till he could release it and let it spring back.  Oh she was a wicked one.  The hint of that smile; only drawing him in further into what must be her web.  Though he himself was a hunter of sorts, he had no doubt in his mind that she was an even greater predator.  But who wants to live in the shadows and hide from the delights of what it was like to dance on the edge of sanity.  Nick had no idea that this was all being projected by Sophia, controlled.  From the very air, the rose petals, and the gentle curtains that swayed softly to the breeze that now lifted his own locks and teased them like invisible fingers.  When Sophia finally answered his question, he hung on her every word.  She had invited him to dinner, and it was now his choice as to how they may start this night off.  ~The night is ours.~  Indeed it was.  Nick exhaled a simple breath and watched as she turned to lead him away to another part of the floor that was concealed by sheer red curtains.  As she passed he felt the touch of her fingers dance across the back of his hand.  It was fleeting, but enough to get his attention to move along after her.  But not before he watched her walk.  It was not walking.  She was gliding, though the sounds of her shoes did reach his ears.  Nick started to follow, rolling his own shoulders back and walking with purpose – boldness in his stride and he was quick to catch her up.  He was hungry….very hungry, but he wanted something more than just a meal.  “As we have all night, I would like to ask you for a dance first.”  This might have seemed out of the ordinary, but Nick was from another time.  He held out his hand as though he wished to lead her out to an open space on the balcony.-

~RB~

 

SA:   A Predator. It was probably the most suitable word for her and yet she was after so much more. Spirits were vengeful on their own and her vengeance ran deep within – Boiled deep inside of her, so intense that it would make blood rush through her veins with the power of a tornado, twisting and twirling the depths of her soul until there was nothing left to bend, but the Void. There mere mention of Void, Darkness which enveloped her being over time, clouding whatever reason left and only letting the burning, searing desire of Vengeance seep in like a savage beast rattling its chains, wanting freedom. There were many names for what she was, many mentions of her: The Doll, the Rusalka, the Black Widow, the Siren, all of them correct and all of them wrong – She was more than met the eye, despite being Blind, in the first place. The Monster, disguised into the shape of primordial Sin. She didn’t have to turn to feel him following her and yet the invitation to a dance only made her body gently roll to offer a gaze over her shoulder, a small, seductive grin playing on her lips as she stepped forward to the other side of the room, on the balcony. And there, the beauty of this room actually came to stand tall: The Moonlight, shining over them, offering her alabaster skin a certain radiant glow. Her body leaned against the concrete balcony, bending gently at the waist just a little to let her arms support against the hard surface.

 

 

RB:  There were no words spoken, not a yes or a no.  Instead, Sophia merely glanced back at him over her shoulder as she continued out towards the balcony.  Nick nodded with a hidden smile as he continued on after her, his hands now stuffing into his coat pockets, his shoulders hunching slightly.  Almost like stalking her.  Chasing beauty to the moon and back.  As he made his way upward, only then did the moon’s rays truly illuminate Sophia’s skin.  It was like she was herself a star.  Bright and glowing in wake of the moon.  The waters that were below shimmered in the offered light, and this only added to the magic of the setting that she had created.  Nick was still lost as to what Sophia truly was, but it really didn’t matter to him.  She had invited him to dinner, and though they had yet to feast on sweet morsels, he had already been privy to touch her tresses, granted permission to even tie her bandanna and smell her glorious scent.  Was he now the fly caught in her gossamer threads?  Maybe.  But in a dance, it is the man that always leads.   Nick approached her and with the roll of his wrist, he reached for her, encircling his right arm around her waist, in order to draw her body away from the balcony and up against him.  His left hand moving to capture her left hand –interlocking his fingers within hers.  “Shall we?”  He asked, gazing down at the face that was now tattooed into his mind…-

~RB~

 

SA: The tug on her form was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless, even for her seemingly lost in her own territory, gazing up at the moonlight. Soon, she found her back gently pressed against his chest, dragged away from the cold concrete only to have one of her hands gripped into his, the petite white limb ever so perfectly cradled by his larger one, almost completing each other. Her body turned so elegantly, reaching to face him one more while her right hand moved upwards. Tips of her soft, feather-like fingers trailed and caressed along his arm, before it locked around her waist, feeling his palm settling at her middle back, right where her spine curved so beautifully into that S-shape. Such a perfect fit to welcome his hand in that small little gap of her slender physique. Her digits kept trailing along his arm, from his wrist up to his elbow and his upper arm only to then slowly trace the line of his shoulder blade, dancing digits on their own before settling gracefully on his shoulder. A dance they will start, as the music began to play seemingly out of nowhere only anticipating for his first step, as their bodies barely brushed against each other once in awhile, making brief contact. Her, the woman in white, so cold to the touch that her skin could freeze anything it came in contact with, absorbing the heat from her surroundings, and him, the gentleman, ever so elegantly about to guide her in his dance. It was his turn, to play the Predator. It was his turn, to lead the stage as she positioned herself just right to easily be manoeuvred by him.

 

RB:  Sophia gave no resistance towards the vampire’s attempt to bring her into hold.  In fact, he could tell that she had danced before.  His fingers curled around to lock in place with hers, and he marvelled in the fact her hand was so much smaller than his own.  Delicate.  His right hand now firmly placed to the base of her back, and he stood very much proud  – like a peacock.  His chin rising as the music began on the very first step taken.  A waltz.  A traditional dance that had been taught to him by his mother.  Sophia was so incredibly light, that when the young Vampire spun her around in the dance, it was practically effortless.  Her dress was sweeping the floor as they moved in perfect precision and in harmony with the music.  Nick did feel however, the chill of coldness from the touch of his hands upon her, and though this sent a shiver through him, he carried on as though it didn’t bother him at all.  They glided around the stone floor of the balcony, the backdrop now a blur in behind them as Nick kept up the pace.  Only when the dance was coming to its end, did Nick look down at his dancing partner.  The music slowing to a point, where Nick dipped Sophia back.  In this hold he was hovering over her, and she was in the vulnerable position.  On her back foot, you could say.  Nick brought her up very slowly, and held her still as the music faded to nothing, and the night’s own chorus began again.  The vampire’s breathing had quickened, and his eyes had changed to a very deep red.

 

~RB~

 

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SA:   She did dance before, although the memory was mostly a blur, just like the vast majority of her former life, only being able to grasp some fickle visions of it. She did remember dancing, under the moonlight like she was now – And what a beautiful dance they carried, right now, one she allowed him to lead. Each step of hers was carefully calculated, though, even if he indeed was leading, her movements were only meant to entrance, engrasp her partner into a constant hypnosis. Her scent carried by the wind with each twirl and spin, the hem of her dress so gently swaying against the concrete as they moved with each other in perfect unison, harmony. There was a point, where she did something on her own, only to let him know it was still her territory to begin with – Removing her form from his grasp, she only came to spin, moving her body into a pirouette as her slender physique twirled in the air, like the start of a tornado, only to let her scent be carried by a sudden breeze, his way. She came back, soon after. In a way that was so sensual, erotic and yet only meant to entice and provoke him even further. She back into his grasp, in reverse, letting her back bump against his chest as her arms reached up, coiled around his neck into a nice soft grip, running fingers through the raven strands only to look up at him, parting her lips in anticipation until he’d twirl her back to face him. As the dance was ending, she allowed herself to move and lower down as he carried her, keeping her inches hovering above the ground as one of her legs came to arch upwards, loop around one of his, for apparent support. Moments passed like that – just a few moments which seemed like an eternity, staring into each other. Not into their eyes, but into each other, until he brought her up. She noticed his panting. The change of chromatics in his hues, which only brought her body to press against his, chest on chest as one hand curled to trail fingertips along that dress shirt of his. Not saying a word, letting the silence fall over them, as the only audible sound was the wind rustling through the rose bushes.

 

RB:  Sophia knew how to dance, and well.  In fact she mastered it in such a way, that before he knew what was happening, he found her spinning back so that she would come to be with her back to his chest, and her arm like that of a serpent – winding its way up his neck to only tussle with his wayward locks.  His head motioned to move to the side, allowing her fingers better access.  Oh he liked this.  Though up till now he led the dance, Sophia had changed the pace and he was now finding himself moving to suit her.  The ending would have her coil her leg around him as he supported her frame and back.  This closeness only served to want more.  It was why his breathing quickened, as the predator within him was now fully awake.  The eyes were the tell tale sign, that she had stirred much more in him, and she had done it almost effortlessly.  Only when the dance was truly at its end, did the pair stand so close that their chests were touching.  Nick’s head bowed down, just inches from the top of hers.  Sophia didn’t speak.  She didn’t have too.  The vampire could feel it…deep down.  The lure was slowly dragging him in.  Whether she meant to do it; or not.  For the first time in a long time, he was lost for words.  Muted by her beauty.  The time for being a silver tongue was passed.  He could write her a thousand sonatas and yet it would not be enough.  She could see through false platitudes.  All he had to offer her…was his smile.  A genuine one.

~RB~

 

SA:  The dance was all it took – A dance where both body and spirit would come together, lacing with each other to create it, to create this perfect unison between them. A perfect collision of thought and feeling, giving emotion where there was none. And when it came to a halt, all that was left was the silence, as they stood there, facing each other. Her hand, still trailing along his chest as hers pressed against his, feeling how it heaved with every quickened breath he took, while, oddly enough, hers did not – For her, there was no breath to take, but only the cold marble pressed against his own flesh, yet delicate and soft, velvet to the touch. Eventually, her arm went around his neck again, as she leaned in – Tall, yet not as tall as him, having to lift her frame up for their cheeks to meet and the very tip of her lips to brush against his earlobe, to create a small whispered breath. “Take off my mask.” She said that, without departing from him, even resting her head so gently onto his shoulder, to the side, as her arms looped around his form, in a true serpent’s grip, waiting for him to undo his own bindings on the black fabric.

 

RB:  There was no heat to Nick’s frame, but there was one thing to be said.  Sophia was far colder than he was.  As though she had taken all the heat out of her surroundings and chilled it within her form.  Nick didn’t know what to do next.  He just stood there, until that moment her hand began to move and press to his chest.  He glanced downward and was almost about to bring his hand up to cover it, when she draped an arm around his neck and leaned in enough to have her head come to his shoulder – cheek to cheek.  The gentle yet seductive whisper of her voice that met his ear.  She wanted him to remove her mask.  Now, Nick had seen the way her hand had moved so quick to move the bandanna back in place when it became loose earlier.  She was bothered by it and she had asked him to tighten it again – which he did.  Now, she wanted him to take it off.   At first Nick’s brow creased as he tried to digest what she had asked.  But something inside him, pushed him forwards.  If this was what she wanted, then so be it.  Regardless of what lay beneath.  She had hidden it from view for a reason.  That to which he did not know.  Almost as though in a trance, he reached up behind her head, and felt for the loose tie that if pulled, would bring the bandanna undone.  The vampire closed his eyes, and pulled the tie slowly till the fabric loosened enough to fall free from her face.  All the while, he was caught in her hold.  If this was all part of her plan for ‘dinner’ then there would be no escape.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

SA:  It felt like an eternity. The moment when her arms were around his form, tugging at the back of his coat as if tightly gripping onto it, to hold onto him for what was to come. The moment when his fingers gently slipped the bandana off her features, only to keep it settled in his hand as the fabric touched his digits – Soft, yet oddly constricting, like the mask itself was a living creature. An eternity, which only amounted for less than a couple of minutes, until she was bare, stripped of her mask and yet she didn’t move. As if hesitantly moving from his shoulder to face him once more, eyes closed, as lids slowly began to part, like awoken from a deep sleep. And there it was – Her eyes. The abnormal optics she hid so much, the optics which were not staring up into his crimsons. And they were brilliant. Bright azure, such an odd chromatic. Deep, like the vast waters which surrounded them and yet, the anomaly was that they lacked pupils, giving them such a full, strikingly blue shade, like crystal glass. She didn’t blink – He’d find that soon. Her eyes never blinked as though they weren’t normal eyes to begin with. The eyes of a Blind woman, so strikingly, brilliant blue now stared up at him.

 

 

RB : What was Nick expecting to be behind the black bandanna?  He had earlier seen the odd sliver of blue, but nothing could prepare him for what she was about to reveal.  Nick felt the fabric give way and slide down.  He never let go of the end of the tie, but slowly drew it back so now her eyes and that part of her face would become exposed to the night…and him.  He even held his breath as he felt her beginning to move back from him and this was when he saw what was Sophia’s true beauty.  Hidden away from all, Sophia had just revealed the most brilliant azure eyes he had ever seen.  These were striking, a shade of blue that was more dazzling than sapphires.  The vampire simply couldn’t look away.  “Sophia…” her name whispered as though he feared others might hear.  Not that there was anyone else there.  Nick reached up to cradle her cheek with his right hand, as though he didn’t want her to move.  Why had she been hiding her eyes from the world?  He could see that she didn’t blink and that the optics didn’t move.  Sophia was blind, but she could see him.  She could see inside of him.  “You’re beautiful.”

~RB~

 

 

 

 

The Cards Never Lie.

 

Within the darkened halls of a Castle far off in the lands of Blood Rose, a Vampire walks – but little does he know that a woman seeks him out.  To find the answers to his past…his present and his future.

Co-written with SA.

 

RB:   

-It was in the wee hours that most of the Castle’s inhabitants were asleep.  This was Savage’s time to wander the hallowed halls on his night watch.  The Queen had stayed up late to attend to urgent business from one of her lesser allies, and so with the rabble having taken their leave, the Knight had the halls to himself once again.  The echoed sound of his footfalls would alert any that happened to enter the castle grounds that not all slumbered.  Eyes of silver narrowed at the slightest sound.  It was of course just the low whistle of the wind through the tower windows.  The odd clanking of metal chains that hung from the walls within the Queen’s chamber.  This was of course music to the ears of Nick.  Pressing his crimson stained lips together, he hummed to himself, as he walked along with a pronounced swagger.  Shoulders hunched forward, since he was conscious of his tall stature and how it appeared to others.  Onyx locks hung down over his eyes – his head bowed and his gloved hands shoved deep into his trench coat pockets.  Turning the corner, his shadow cast along the wall; almost like he was being followed by a ghoul of malice.  Taking his right hand from his pocket, he placed it up towards the weathered oak door to the Queen’s inner sanctum and let himself in.  Banners of the Blood rose ancestry hung from the walls, along with portraits of the former heads of state.  Soulless eyes staring down at the Knight as he passed under them – without care.  Reaching the middle of the floor, the Vampire tilted his head back and inhaled sharply.  The scent of dead roses still lingered within the air.-

~RB

 

SA:

What else could be said, about the creature that walked in the Halls of the most unlikely? She looked female, but most certainly was not one. More akin to a Monster. There was a presence to her. She wore a dark silk coat over her leather dress, the edges frayed, twisting as if alive. The lower half of her face could be seen, pale skin of alabaster, with dark red set lips. Such a heavy contrast between what was worn and what wasn’t. The coat was adorned with a silver chain, black pearls hung from it. As she entered, each sense held a tell. The sight of her, towering over others, despite an average height. The smell of burning incense, floating in thin air around her. The sound of her obsidian beads clanking together in her movement. Even the feel of her near. The air turned cold as she passed. The astute would notice certain aspects of the woman. Each movement lacked the mouth feel that was reality. When she moved, it was a smooth motion, perfectly done with its intention. And as she stood, or sat, it was completely motionless. The astute noticed she held no sway. Nothing that so attributed to the universal fact, that all are bound by Entropy. The way of Order into chaos, which invariably leads to the involuntary motion of cells fading away to death, only to be reborn, ad nauseam, until nothing but chaos is left. This was her, lacking in that fact. Chest did not rise nor fall. Each white strand of hair had its place, even found her lacking a shadow. There was a feeling of wrongness, however sleight. That which couldn’t possibly be, was. Subtle as it was, many would choose, instinctively or not, to ignore it. This was the Fortune Teller, the Blind Reader. “Fortunes told, for Females bold. Males apply, for a different side. The price is set, as can be. Three questions answered, truthfully.” She spoke in a deep rumbling of a voice, yet with a feminine accent, delicate and suave through a sardonic smile, pearly whites. The only polite way to bare fangs in company and as she spoke, her hand trailed long digits along a silver case in which lied a deck of cards. “Good evening~.”

 

RB:  

The slight sound of the crack of bone, caused by the turning of Nick’s head could be heard by those with sensitive hearing.  This was in response to the sudden arrival of another within the grounds.  The Knight glanced upward towards the time piece – a clock of some five hundred years, and he knew it was too early for dignitaries to grace the castle with their presence.  Turning on the ball of his right foot, yet remaining stony faced, Nick faced the entrance to which a woman appeared.  His brow creased slightly on the sight of her.  Remarkable, would be a word to use to describe her.  But the first thing he was aware of was the scent of burning incense.  Like the kind you found in quaint shops within the Asian markets.  In fact, Nick could not remember the last time he had smelt such a thing, though it brought about a hazy recollection of a woman he once knew.  The woman spoke in rhyme, and it piqued Nick’s interest.  From what was said, he assumed, be it wrong or right that she was a Fortune teller by trade.  Her voice could be described as being rich, yet with a dark quality.  This added to her allure, especially when she smiled.  ~Mmmmm~  The sporting of her elongated fangs, that pressed against her plump lips.  Naturally, it awakened the Knight deep within, and he withdrew his gloved hands slowly from the depths of his pockets.  Eyes like quicksilver traced their way down to the deck of cards that she held in her hands.  A reader of fortunes and dreams.  What price would he pay to hear her wisdom this eve?  The vampire made a curt bow, as he felt that formality was first and foremost of importance when meeting someone new.  “Salutations, my Lady.   Is it not a little late to be out on one’s own?”

~RB~

 

SA:

She could be the easiest categorized as a puzzle, the pieces of it scrambled all over the ground as none of the pieces had any connection to each other – They didn’t fit, no matter how much one would try to assemble the puzzle. A black mask placed upon her upper facial features, hiding them from sight as if guarding them away from outside view – Her greatest, darkest secret which laid beneath that mask. The appearance of this ‘woman’ lacking beauty defined by society’s standards, the appearance of a rather anorexic build and an impressive height, making her almost like a walking skeleton, if not for the delicate curves, though very slight contoured. Alabaster skin, porcelain pale, with no blemish on them but a single scar at the middle of her chest, hidden by her dress and a Mandalla tattoo, on her upper back: The Flower of Life. How ironic, for a being who was closer to Death, than to being alive. She made no sense, at all. Her movements, robotic, performed like a true machine, lacking sway and yet feminine at the same time, as if trying her best to enhance and intensify the façade of being an actual living girl. One would almost feel obligated to pity a Blind woman and yet there was something different about this one. A mixture, a synesthesia in all its beautiful meanings, from the scent of incense burning seemingly from her own body, to the coldness which now surrounded the room, most to all of the surrounding’s heat absorbed only to emanate back the cold air. From the mechanical movements of her form to the delicate features to create this beautiful façade to don upon. To his bow, she returned with one of her own, figure bending at the waist like a true machine would, snow-white tresses cascading down over her features, until she rose back up. “You see, I am a Seeker. Many would call me a Stargazer – A Seeker of Knowledge. I travel this realm in search for new discoveries, new ways to push the boundaries which hold life’s limitations. I seek Art, but what is beyond that written on a papyrus or painted on a blank canvas; I seek the Art of being.” She paused. A long pause, as if to take an inhalation of breath, though there was none – There was no breath to take. A hand placed upwards again as index finger pointed, towards her own face. “I wouldn’t feel so threatened. After all, I am Blind.”

 

RB: 

-Nick found himself drawn in by the woman’s charm and candour.  She was so different from the many beauties that had graced these halls in a way that was hard to describe.  Those he had seen before had vitality, and colour to their skins, but he found them shallow and wanting of attention that was never to be gained.  Nick frowned upon such silliness that he had seen and had to endure silently.  This woman was unique and not only intriguing – be it from her scent, but also in the way that she moved.  Call it hypnotic, and in some ways robotic.  A beautiful woman of noble stature who was quite tall, taller than those within the palace walls.   Skin pulled taught over her frame, yet the curves that were shown from the tightness of her bodice and skirt showed she did carry some muscle.  They say that beauty is skin deep, but in the case of this woman, hers was haunting yet refined.  She was…a work of art, and she spoke the words of one that was worldly.  Travelled far, and seen so much.  Yet…that was the catch.  She wore a mask over her eyes, and for reasons that were still unclear, she was by all accounts blind.  A seeker; or a stargazer as she so eloquently put it.  Ever searching the lands to learn more, to drink in what others have to offer and feed her taste for the art of life.  Nick brought his arms up and while his left crossed his chest, he held up his right elbow so he could strum his long fingers along the edge of his chin.  A woman of winter white, pale soft skin that looked to be kissed by the moon’s light.  She did not breathe….her chest did not rise nor fall.  Alive, but not.  Had Nick found her to be a kindred spirit?  She spoke of seeking knowledge within outer realms, but not the kind that are written by scribes, or painted by the masters – but word of mouth.    Lowering his arms without word, Nick took a step towards the woman, regarding her with interest.    “You do not look as though you would be threatened easily, my Lady.  I have no doubt in my mind that you could hold your own.”  This was said with the slight hint of a smile.  He was taken in by her, though he might well wonder why.  “Though, I don’t know if this is the best place to find the kind of art you seek, I know of a tale or two that may interest in you.”

 

~RB~

 

SA: 

They say a certain flame could burn so bright as to steal the heat of its surroundings, giving it the feeling of being no flame at all – but ice. If this was the case, it surely was a characteristic of the woman. The temperature dropped increasingly so, as if her very being there created an upset in the world around her, a state where reality met illusion and tangibility had no grasp on the laws of this earth anymore. An omnipresent feeling of coldness, heat perfectly absorbed by her – She didn’t bring the cold, no – She simply burned so scolding hot for it to emanate from her in waves of cold air, even though her very skin was the touch of ice itself, colliding against flesh, upon contact. That sardonic grin came again to pull up the corners of crimson lips, only to bring a response to the male’s words, a non-verbal communication given by just that simple, yet remarkably complex gesture. And then what? There was no sight for this woman – at least not the certain sight a commoner would be familiar with for she ‘saw’ beyond what others could see and the price for that was her own optics, optics that were kept secret from view. It almost caused a paranoia from her, a tick which soon came into stage as one hand was brought up to scratch along her temples, fixing the mask, keeping it in place. An ordinary tick, performed frequently according to her own paranoia of having the mask somehow slip from her face. Which she could not afford. While he took in her, she took in everything there was about him, like Predators encountering each other on an open field. Each detail, perfectly soon deposited in the depths of her mind, each characteristic of this male simply placed as input, data, stocked like a machine whose sole purpose was to gain…knowledge. As he moved towards her, she moved too, with a step forward and then, one to the side, as if creating a small dance only to soon have them both circle each other. “A tale?” That piqued her interest, slightly and with that, her hand moved to pull and pluck the deck of cards from her silver case, their metal prison, putting it aside to have them in her palm. The back of them, black, with an odd looking sigil cast and painted over the dark backdrop, assumingly the brand of Tarot used – But the front was an oddity. Each card, no matter how many there were, was blank white. “I would love to hear a tale…”

 

RB:

-Walls that had stood the test of time, held within them the stories of the many families that had lived and died.  If only those stone cold walls could speak, they would tell the most amazing of stories, that could captivate the listener into a bright and colourful world that existed long ago.  Over many years, one does acquire a taste for the unusual and macabre.  Nick felt that to tell anything of what had gone on before this woman’s arrival could be the giving away of the secrets to which he had been sworn to keep close to his chest.  However, with all asleep, the Vampire was going to be bold, and tell the tale of the current monarch.  Nick moved his arms back, so as to clasp his hands in behind him, as he straightened his posture.  He did not stare at the girl’s mask, but rather – looked past her to a simple picture that hung upon the wall.  “You would think that a woman of noble birth would want for nothing.  Least that is what some would believe.”  Nick lowered his gaze momentarily, to show a darkening of his irises as he remembered the fateful night.  “Deep divisions within her family had driven her to despair.  War looming, and the constant bickering of children that were old enough to know better drove the Queen to split herself.  One that would feel nothing, the other part of her was to become a simple rose, whose colour changed with that of her mood.”  This may sound fanciful and even farfetched, but truth was often stranger than fiction.  “The children simply did not see the change.  The lack of emotions as the Queen walked among them, while in a special chamber, the petals of the rose were slowly falling.  One by one.”  Nick paused for a moment, before continuing.  “You would expect that the children could see the change…feel no warmth of love from what was once a woman that exuded it so passionately.  They were blind to her sadness, and it was this…recklessness on their part.  The immaturity and selfishness, that was in fact killing her slowly.  Softly.”  The vampire’s voice trailed off….

~RB~

 

SA: 

She listened. It felt like ages since she actually listened to a story that managed to pique her interest and intrigue her, at least, after such a long time when stories were what she lived for, the Seeker – A true Seeker, at heart, yet she had none beating in her chest, despite the pulse that could be heard at a close distance. There was no blood to rush through her veins to create one, but more. A hand came up to make sure the mask was still placed upon her vision, hiding it from sight of others as the story went on. All the while, those wide Cards shuffled in a one-handed almost impossible shuffle given the shape of her petite limb which enwrapped along each card in their dance. As if waiting for something to happen, they obeyed their master, caught in an endless shuffle, anticipating the climax of the story – each card, stark white, with no description at all and yet, there was an aura to them, an energy which only emanated waves of darkness like raging tides crashing against the rocks on the shore. A nearby table was spotted by whatever lied beneath that black bandana as her body soon circled his once more, like a Predator, to make sure its prey would not flee away – and yet, by now, she knew they were both Predators. And the game has begun. With ease, her body shifted to take a seat at the table, as a chair was instantly pulled across from her, with no intervention from the Reader, at all. A chair awaiting him as Cheshire-like grin only came to take its rightful place upon the femme’s alabaster features into a sardonic mockery of sorts as the cards kept shuffling now on the table in front of her. “Poor child…” Was all she could mutter out. Her lack of Empathy made it so she could not resonate with humanly known emotions and yet her intelligence only cast a sense of understanding. She understood emotions, enough to get her way around people in certain socialization situation, despite lacking the skills for them – But she could not resonate in feeling them; Which is why her statement came off rather crude. Mocking, even though it was never her intention.

 

RB:

It was so easy for one to get lost in the telling of a tale.  In a way it revealed a side to Nick that few had ever seen.  While his often cold exterior and being known as a man of few words, he had managed to weave a tale, that was both sad, and romantic even.  Like a fascination with a fairy tale, that may never have a happy ending.  It took the Vampire a moment to compose himself – that was until the woman responded by simply saying “Poor girl..”  It was like a slap in the face, and one that brought Nick around quickly.  Nick had not noticed the appearance of the table that she was now seated at, and it was unusual that something like this would arrive almost unnoticed.  The chair opposite the fortune teller moved outward so that the Vampire might take a seat.  Before making his way towards the table, the Queen does appear.  Nick’s eyes snap open, and he is lost for a moment, till he knows he must show respect.  He had just been telling her story, to the fortune teller, and now she is amongst them.  He changed direction, and came before her so that he may bow politely.  “My Queen.”  Nick notices her take off her mask and that she is wiping something, that he knows right away is blood.  “You have taken ill?”  He is of course, worried for her health.  “My Queen, a teller of fortunes is here.” – He raised his hand to where the girl is sitting at a table with a deck of cards. –

 

SA:

‘Closer…’ She could almost feel him entering her own territory. Her own little game, about to start. She could almost feel how close she was from installing her own grasp as the cards began to shuffle faster now, in an almost hypnotic trance only to drive the man even closer. And closer and closer until he would sit down – But then, the interruption happened, one which only caused the femme to lose focus, stifling a small growl in as the cards fell flat on the table, rearranging themselves back into the deck. “Queen?” She managed to muse out softly, realizing that the odd woman coughing blood was actually the one in the story, slim white brow quirking upward as the male went to greet her in such a respectful matter. She didn’t rise from her seat – but only given a small nod in greeting, those black claws slowly digging into the wood, impatient and displeased by the woman’s verbal approach. “Mi’Lady.” She began, one hand rising up eventually, palm facing them both. “…Reading ones Fortune is far beyond telling ones Future… It’s a far more complex art than just that.. for you see.” Her hand lowered gently, index finger tapping along the now neatly arranged deck. “…The Cards never lie.”

 

RB:

The Queen dismissed Nick’s concern off the bat.  Something she was prone to doing from time to time.  The Knight did not persist to question her further, as she had just fixed a new mask on to replace the one that she had soiled.  The smell of her blood was still faintly wafting in the air, and Nick’s jaw tightened as he showed restraint.  Swallowing hard, he resumed a more regal stance but then remembered that the Fortune teller was waiting.  Silver eyes darted to the table, where the cards were now neatly arranged again in the formation of the deck; her index finger tapping them as she explained that what she did was more than just telling fortunes.  In her words, the cards never lie.  “If you don’t need me, I wish to see what this woman has to say…about my fortune.”  The right hand corner of Nick’s lip twitched, and there was the flash of an elongated fang on display.  He didn’t think that sitting down with the woman, would hurt.  Much.  So, he wandered over and turned the chair around with the quick flick of his wrist, then straddled it, so he could fold his arms across the top.  “Enlighten me.”  He was to the point, and stared at the woman’s bandanna that masked her eyes. –

 

~RB~

 

SA: 

“To Read ones Fortune entails so much more than the Future. The spreads I used, they are based on the questions my clients put. You see, my most common one is using the 3-star fold, in which there is Past, Present and Future as well as one card that represents my client. So, in all honesty, Fortune Telling is an art – The art of truly –Reading- a person in the deepest meaning, down to their core, regardless of their future. It depends on their question.” A hand came up in the air again and this time, her digits folded together, palm facing the strangers a sign that she had more to say. Another faked inhalation, only to primarily carry on the facade of humanity, for her chest did not rise in normal respiration phenomenon. “Fortune Telling is all about helping my client get an answer. The Future is ever changing, indeed, for Fate’s twisted ways change with her ‘current mood’ so to speak, and so I do not read Future, per-se, but the consequences of my client’s answer, which the cards show. Mi’Lady. The Cards never lie.” And they were odd cards, in all honesty. Completely blank, white, null and void of traditional imagery. “Furthermore…” Pause. “I state my price first off depending on gender. Now, I don’t mean to discriminate, of course…You may find this odd, but Fortune Telling has a much higher percentage of Women customers. Simply put… I tailor my advertising to my largest audience. The price point is also much different. As I do not take money, but something far more… idealistic. Men have much different, idealistically, to offer, then a Woman. On top of all that. . . Then there is the fact that most Men do not wish to pay the price for a Reading as refined as my own” She shrugged again. Her head craned to the side. “Let me put it in laymans terms, that you may know. Men do not ‘believe in bullshit psychics’; and the con that they perpetual on their ‘weaker’ Female counterparts.”; She paused, and leaned forward. The grin went from being Sardonic, to being cruel grin. The only polite way of baring ones teeth in Civilized company. “So, that is the first aspect on which I base my price in. As for the other, the price is decided after all Three questions from the Reader were answered. So, of course… Each price is personal. Individually crafted, to match the one who wanted the pact.”

 

RB:

Nick leaned forward whilst using his arms as a way of propping himself on the chair.  Left arm draped across the chair back, with his right fist poised beneath his chin.  The vampire listened intently to what the woman had to say, but also was taking in her mannerisms.  Noting that although she appeared to be taking in breath, her body or chest were not inflating, the way a humans would.  She moved her hands, like a carnie at a state fair.  Digits moving fluidly as though almost dancing, and mesmerizing in a way that was hard to look away from.  It was like she used her hands to do the talking.  Animated, yes that was how she appeared.  The deception of being life like, when in fact she wasn’t.   Nick understood what she was saying, when she was to name a price, that was rated according to the gender of the customer.  From her point of view, Fortune tellers had more women folk as clients.  He could totally get as to why that was.  His reason however was more of curiosity if anything.  That and he had been kind enough to tell the story of the Queen, and now he wished for her to do the same.  Though, he was to pay a price.  But what would that be?  What could he possibly have that she would want?  Silver coins?  No, not material that was for sure.  It was then she showed a change in her facial expression.  This was a woman who was used to get what she wanted.  Nick made up his mind then and there that he was willing to pay that price, since he felt he had nothing to lose.  “Alright.  You have set the deal.  Now, ask away.”  –

 

~RB~

 

SA:

The Queen left. A shame, for she could’ve shot 2 rabbits with a single bullet, at that, yet she didn’t mind as much – Before going for the big prize one must crawl their way step by step, no? Her attention directed itself back to the male who sat down at her table again – The moment he did, the cards began to shuffle once more, in understandment of his statement, which brought out a small chuckle from her. “So impatient… You don’t even want to know the price.” Yet, she knew what he was thinking of being the price, what everyone with a little bit of working grey matter in their brains believe to be the price and yet the reality was much more grim. But, he agreed. And as she spoke, she took her hand. A solitary black claw, that slipped between the pale lines of her palm. From it bubbled dark pitch. A solitary droplet hit the table. It ate away the wood work like acid. It followed a lined path all its own. A circle, with two diagonal lines intersecting it. Her symbol, the one that was present on the back of her cards, as well. “The pact is made.” Her other hand held the deck of large faced cards, oddly blank. “Ask your question.”

 

RB:

The pact was made.  The two now facing off against each other.  Oh her chuckle showed that she did have the upper hand, as the fortune teller had not revealed a price.  “I’ll take my chances and see what the outcome is.”  Nick’s lips thinned as he gazed down at the droplet that had hit the table, and now created a pattern, that was her symbol, like the backs of the cards.  The vampire drummed his long fingers against his chin, before dragging his fingers downward and finally letting go.  He decided then and there he was going to enjoy this.  Now that the Queen had retired, he had a more relaxed posture and knew he didn’t have to snap to attention anytime soon.  “Right then, my question.   Why didn’t Legion kill me when he had the chance?”  Legion was the one that Rose had chosen to test Nick if he wanted to be a part of her guard.  The creature, that even Nick had a hard time figuring out, had used an attack that was designed as a last resort….a kill shot.  Yet the moment that Nick accepted the strike, and what it entailed….ie, death, Legion offered a vial to counter the effect of his virus.  Nick stared at the woman’s face and awaited her answer.

~RB~

 

SA:

The solitary black droplet of what was supposed to be her blood, if she even had any, soon rearranged all the woodwork on the table and shifted each line carved in the hard surface to mold into her own symbol. It was her Pact, the way to let them know that now? Now they’ve stepped in their territory. “I will read you a 3-Star fold. One card will be drawn first, the card which represents you – That card is ~you~ and each card, later on, will revolve around it. The Past. The Present. The Future.” She didn’t ask if he understood. Whether or not he did, she would still enjoy this game, for she felt this was no ordinary man. His question actually brought back her curiosity. . The Reader heard them all: Questions about Fame, Lust, Power, Love, Eternal Youth or whatever-the-fuck Fortune one might state, believing that Fortune Telling was simply based on the good things. It wasn’t. So, for somebody to ask such a question, so different from the rest, was like a breath of fresh air, finally, after years. Centuries? She almost lost track of time. “I really did hope, my dear, that you do not expect my Reading to be one of those cliches where I tell you that ‘You will meet a tall dark stranger and live happily ever after, right? Because it won’t be – The cards never lie; They always speak the truth, even when honesty is cold heartedly… blunt. So, I thank you. For giving me a change.” Despite such mocking words from the Reader, there was curiosity to it, mainly deduced by the fact that smoke started to come from the card, each time she tried placing them down in a shuffle – The deck itself did not like this man present at the table. The tendrils which looped around her feet, those black cannibals of darkness almost roared, displeased towards the Reader herself, revolting against the one across her. “Hush.” – She bluntly grunted, towards her own shadows of those cards, until they obeyed, stopped fighting against the Teller’s will. “The cards do not like you…”

 

RB:

“What’s to like?”  Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders.  Since his arrival in the Kingdom, there have been those that figured that the vampire wanted something other than just to sit in a chair all day and greet those that entered like a mindless twat.  The truth however was something that no one would expect.  As for resorting to the types of questions like…a romanticized ideal of Miss or Mister Perfect, it was enough to make Nick snort loudly in disgust.  “Please, I am not some hapless fail who is seeking the dream come true. “  Now Nick was being honest.  His face displayed that he thought little of the ones who constantly asked him for a date.  But back to the cards.  He didn’t get an answer to his question.  “My first question was asked, I was not expecting the cards to play profiler.”

~RB~

 

SA: 

“Good.” – She mused out in a sort of chuckle, pleased by his response even though there was still irony in the skeptical way of the Reader’s doings. She understood, so far, that he was not ordinary, quite far from it and yet she did not have the certitude that he would live, by the end of this Reading. After all, it’s why she based her price according to gender, first, taking quite the discrimination towards men. A living dead girl with a perpetual amnesia of her former life except that of her killing – by the one she loved. But what was she? One would simply mistake her for a bloodsucker, of sorts, like the man across her and yet she was nothing, not even close to it. Oh no… This woman was something else, as the first hint would’ve been those dark tendrils rummaging under the table to soon take grasp of her own being, coiling, lacing and dancing around the table, as if forming a circle around it. Their Pact, their own moment of intimacy. Like having a romantic dinner, under the moonlight – Although he might prove to be the Dinner at hand. “I will ask you 3 Questions, throughout the Reading… If you choose not to answer one, another will be asked to replace it. If you choose to lie in your answer… well…” The grin was back, cruel now, as if to show that he had no reason to lie, for his own existence laid like under a constant swinging pendulum. “The Cards will know. And after their little fit, I don’t think I have to explain further why that is such a bad, bad idea…” They submitted, in the end. Allowed the creature to place them into an odd formation, with one vertical and three other cards horizontally placed, below the first one. Two digits hovered above the vertical one, as she spoke. “This is the card which represents you. It is the one all the other 3 will revolve around. This card, is you.” And while she spoke, she lifted it and placed it face up. It wasn’t blank anymore, no – But the image of a Lion and a woman, tugging at the creature’s maw, the image of an Infinity symbol shaped halo hovering above her head. “Strength”.

 

RB:

Nick watched with a raised brow when the first card was shown, and this was the card of strength.  It was not exactly what the vampire was expecting to see, but then again he was new to all of this.  Once again he rested his chin upon an upturned fist with his shoulders turning in slightly almost like he was hunched over.  With his height and the angle of the chair, he just found the need to sit with an almost casual air.  He was informed that she was going to ask him three questions, which was not at all what he thought was expected.  He still didn’t get the answer to the question he asked of her and her cards.  There was that sinister grin again.  Like a cat that just ate a plump canary.  He half expected feathers to be poking out the sides of her mouth.   Nick let out a heavy exhale of breathe when he was told not to lie.  The cards already didn’t like him, so what point was there in lying.  “Three questions?  Alright, ask away.”

~RB~

 

SA:

‘Ah, Strength. Quite the misleading card of the Major Arcana. This card continues the lesson of the Chariot, showing that once we have learned to control emotion. This is a Fire card, and therefore detrimental to all the emotions. The only qualities that abound in Strength are courage and patience. Courage, the antithesis of Fear. There is no emotion here, but determination. The Symbology of the Lion…The image of the woman opening the mouth of the lion shows both courage and patience. It’s a card which, first of all, explains the Duality between them both. So Strength is not a card of compassion and love, but a card of quiet yet unstoppable power. Such power radiates from the soul, and for a consciousness aware of this power, there can be no resistance, and no defeat. But with Strength and Power, comes responsibility. One must be aware of it, at all times. One might fall in the pits of their extremes. Interesting.” She slid it against the woodwork, until it reached the other side of the table, to him. “How did you die?” It was her first question, which quite bluntly stated that she ~knew~.

 

RB:

“How did he die?”  At the asking of this question, Nick automatically pushed himself up so that his back was straight and rigid.  His lips twisted and he reached up to scratch his cheek.  All this movement, so sudden off a direct question.  It was one that he could answer of course, but it also fostered memories that he would rather forget.  “A woman..”  Nick said, almost flatly.  “One that to this day has been able to hold part of me in a vice like grip.”  There was now a coolness to his voice, his eyes also reflecting the somber change in mood.  “Course, you already knew that.”  Nick’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the bandanna covering the woman’s eyes.  “Promised immortality….but she left out one small detail.”  At this there was an almost haunting smile playing upon his lips.  “That I’d die at her hands to get it.” Nick scoffed, and then looked away momentarily.  “Next question?”

~RB~

 

SA:

When he got up, she felt like instantly pointing to the circle which now grew closer to him, as if making sure he would not leave. This was a Pact of life, one he could not escape until the Reading was over. Even if he were to step out of the Circle, he wouldn’t have gotten far. A small reminder. It didn’t faze her, when he reacted that way. There was no compassion to this woman, nothing but the cold which soon travelled along the entire room. Oddly so, it felt cold, but it felt like the warmth of the room was instantly absorbed by her. “Refrain yourself, please.” It was such a cruel, crude statement and yet never sounded as dismissive as thought it would – It was honesty, such cold hearted honesty that it seemed like she wasn’t much different from the Cards she shuffled in her deck. “You’ve wandered off.” It was such an odd, vague statement from the Reader, as it all was with her. No beginning nor end in everything which concerned her being, a statement left to the man’s interpretation. She did not continue it in order to state from what he wandered off, but it became visible that the Darkness –knew- at least something of this man. In many ways, they were alike, despite being so different – They both had creatures lingering within with which they have created bonds, they both found Death by the hands of people they assumingly cared for and yet, the Teller was… much more grim. Two digits hovered once more above the next card – One of the horizontal ones. And it shifted it around, to become vertical, before flipping it over. The first oddity of this card was that it was Upside Down. The second oddity, being that the card was The Wheel of Fortune. And on the wheel, the image of the Lion, hanging upside down onto it. Each Card revolved around the First One. “Huh.” She stated. Almost surprised by the outcome, given the fact that a wheel, placed upside down, is still a wheel as it becomes regular once spun around. “How ironic…” A few seconds passed for the Reader to make grasp of the situation itself, before musing out once more. “Your Past is represented by the Wheel. You’ve never had balance in your past. Your Past was a continuous spinning motion of the Wheel. A constant cycle. You’ve been to the highest point of it. But soon found yourself at its lowest. You’ve never found an equilibrium to it, and yet you’ve always stayed constant…” She did not pass the card along. None of the others were, except for the first one. “Second question… Why this Kingdom? What made you swear Loyalty?”

 

RB:

His movements may have seemed abrupt, but it was a mere change in posture, from a more slouched, or hunched over way of sitting, to actually sitting up straight.  He hadn’t left the table and so her comment left him feeling somewhat confused.  He answered the question in his own way and spoke of it as though trying to detach from it.  Or stay impassive.  “If you mean I wasn’t direct enough in my answer, I didn’t feel that I needed to give you the ins and outs of the actual act or deed.  Just…who did it and why.”  Watching the turning of the next card, Nick stared down at it and surprisingly knew exactly what it meant.  The teller’s reaction though actually was comical.  She didn’t expect it, obviously.  Now Nick folded his arms across his chest on the asking of the next question.  “Why did he swear loyalty to this Kingdom?”  Nick paused for a moment, as he remembered when he first entered.  “Honestly?  Because the moment I walked in the door, I was asked to be tested.  That has never happened before.”  The vampire’s bottom lip jutted out momentarily; before he sucked it back in.  “I was taken to an arena and pitted against a man loyal…deeply loyal to the Queen.”  You could see Nick’s fingers drumming his forearm slowly.  “I was injured in an attack that I refused to run away from.  I’m not a coward, and I don’t run.  The Queen insisted healing me…even after I told her no.  Something about her selflessness in helping me made me think.  If she was willing to suffer herself, then she was worthy of my service.  If that makes sense?”

~RB~

 

SA:

She remained stoic to both his answers, choosing not to respond in any way – It wasn’t her place to disrupt his train of thought, as long as she was given truthful answers to her questions. She’d keep the feedback, for the end. Her index and middle finger now hovered upon the middle card. Shifted it into a vertical position before flipping it over, to reveal the image. The image of the Lion and Maiden, standing in front of Seven Cups, each Cup holding something, either a gem, a necklace, or even creatures like snakes and dragons. “This is the Seven of Cups. The Seven of Cups represents your Present. Who and what you are now. The Card symbolizes a Decision, one you must make at a certain point in your present, one you are currently confronting with. Careful, for not all the choices are real – Some are imaginations, hallucinations. Some are represented by your own delusions. Most of the times, the card symbolizes Temptation, when confronted with so many options, that you need to have the will to choose the right one. You’re confronting yourself with the decision. Which cup to pick.”There was one more card left unturned, on the table now. One horizontal card, which held his Future and 2 questions by the reader. “If you had a choice to change your question right now, at this moment, before the card which holds your Future is lifted, would you change it? Or would it still remain the same?” It was a test, to determine the price of her Reading – All three questions were in fact little tests in order to place an individual price for the woman across the table. It was how she worked – Each reading was personal and each price was molded individually to match her clients.

 

RB:

“I see no reason to change it.”  Nick was quite serious in his delivery. “It would remain the same.”  He felt he had nothing to gain from changing it.  The last card that had been turned over, was supposed to be about temptation.  While he could not see as how that related to him within the Kingdom, it was clear that the Fortune teller believed that he was going to have to make a decision and soon.  To choose one of the offered cups.  Nick had nothing to say about the card, other than he had sworn loyalty to the Queen after the fight with Legion, if that counted for anything.  There was one card left to be turned, and this was of his future.  Did he even have one? Did anyone?  “Ask your last question.”

~RB~

 

SA:

Her digits hovered above the last card. Tapped it a couple of times, as if anxiously anticipating herself the outcome of it. It was soon flipped, after being turned to a vertical position. And to her card, the Reader almost gasped. Froze, before a sardonic grin came across pale nude lower features, a Cheshire-like grin to spread lips apart and bare her sharp pearly whites to the imagery of the card: The Lion, on the ground, stabbed with Ten Swords into its body. “My my my…” She began. “…Your Future is represented by the Ten of Swords.” It was such a morbid visage. It would’ve only taken One sword to kill a man and yet this card had Ten. It wasn’t murder – But annihilation. “This is the Card which bares your Future, regarding to the choice you make in your Present. The ultimate manifestation of the Swords, inevitable result. Those who refused to listen to the Ace of Swords shall, in the end, be impaled by the Tenth. Many take this card for its negative implications and yet…” Index finger tapped along the upper part of the card, against the black night background which held, in the corner, one small ball of yellow. “…The Sun is up, against the black sky. Enlightenment. A new beginning. You will learn from your mistakes. Or you will be impaled by them.” After she was done speaking, she leaned in, forward, having both her elbows on the table and her head resting onto her palms, as if directly looking at him, beyond the bandanna. “Did you figure out the answer?” This wasn’t a question for his prize, just curiosity – With all the cards turned, and the first one closest to him as the other 3 rested to her side of the table, she wanted to see if he would figure it out, before stating her price.

 

RB:

The final card.  Such shocking imagery…macabre, yes, but intriguing and enlightening.  Throughout life, it is all trial and error.  It’s the only way we learn.  Growing in fact through the pain of our mistakes.  This card brought everything back full circle to the question he had asked initially, and that was why did Legion spare him with the vial?  “I believe I did find the answer after all.”  It wasn’t the fact that Legion didn’t kill him, but that he accepted the vial, and thus lived another day.  Or an unlife, if you could call it that.  Legion would have never heard the end of it from the Queen, after she had specifically called the match to be no death.  Nick was prepared to fight to whatever conclusion there was.  It just ended so abruptly.  “I chose my fate.  I agreed to fight…then I accepted his offer of help…eventually.”  After he said this there was nothing but silence.

~RB~

 

SA:

There was one card left, where there were none. The woodwork created by the Pact bond by the Reader seemed to boil down, like acid sinking even deeper into the material. It burned. It boiled and sizzled. It let out smoke, like a furious dragon and made ~one~ card jump from the deck, right in the open palm of the Teller, to which her expression changed drastically into a scowl, deeply infuriated. She knew what it was. “…Blood Tarot is the most consuming system. It always ends with a Card for the Reader.” She wouldn’t show it to her client, but she looked at it, herself, despite already knowing it – The card never changed, despite numerous Readings performed. A perpetual state which leaped beyond tangible grasp only to lay neatly into the creature’s hand. The Card of Death, Upside Down. The Creature who could never find Death. It took her awhile to snap out of it – The trance it created, looking at that card for so long as if desperately trying to force it to change – It never did. One card for the Teller and never a good one. That was the way of Blood Tarot, the price she had to pay in return for the Reading. The card to damn her entire existence, her whole ‘life’ condemned by one simple card around which revolved everything. Darkness itself. Her. With a snap, her body stretched and with it, each joint crackled into a loud noise as if trying to shake off the whole Reading. Detach and cut the strings she placed on the woman in front of her. “As I said…” She began, before leaning forward, against the table which was now slowly turning back to normal. The black engraftments of her blood slowly fading away, letting the woodwork come back to what it originally was. Her pact, written off. The cards slowly went back to being full white, blank, except the one which was left in the man’s hand: Strength which represented her client. “The Cards never lie… Now. For my price.” Pause. A single digit was brought up, to rub against her own chin gently before fixing the mask over her vision once again. “Dinner?”