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Hunting Grounds; Sephyr & Tore
Topic Started: Jan 3 2014, 07:30 AM (1,304 Views)
Faith
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To say it was not her scene would have been an understatement, but Sephyr looked the part. Her unbound crimson hair hung below her waist, her molten gold eyes were accentuated even more by the black mascara and eyeliner, both much heavier than she usually wore them. Only a pair of shoestring straps held the backless black silk dress with corset lacing down the sides in place, her boots were the only thing she was going to regret losing if the night turned out to be as bad as she feared it might. Beyond that there was nothing, not a single adornment or embellishment.

Nor did she need them.


The designer boots she wore had a relatively flat sole but were chunky enough to bring a gothic feel to her entire outfit. It was a good thing she was already a tall woman to begin with, the knee high boots did not really give her more than a couple inches in that department. Whoever decided that chunky boots and skimpy dresses went together was a genius! She wasn’t going to be in any danger of rolling her ankles or getting her toes crushed without having to sacrifice showing off the dancer physique she had. The bouncer at the front of Fallen just moved the rope across for the temptress to pass without even needed to stand in the line. As much as the man would have enjoyed the idea, there was no reason at all to search her for concealed weapons... there was not much she could have concealed. She didn’t even have a jacket or a coat on and the snow was piled up in the corners.

If there was one thing being a vigilante had taught her, it was that the bad guys never failed to bring along extra weapons she could get her hands on one way or another. The lacing down the side of her dress hung half way down her thighs, brushing against her skin as she moved. It was not that she intentionally tried to stand out, more that there was a certain presence to Sephyr that she could not have avoided.

At least her crimson hair was not obvious. No one in the night club was exactly what she would have called normal.

But dressed inappropriately or not, she was in there to work. She had been following a vial of Red Eye which showed up in Dusk... it had made it personal the moment the drug had appeared in her own establishment. It would be the first and last time. She had already followed the trail to the dealer and it had only taken a few seconds of some one on one time before he gave up his supplier. It was funny how fast melting someone’s gun in front of them made them reconsider their allegiances. He had been hauled in by the narcotics division swearing he was going to get out of the game... like she had not heard that a hundred times.

Chasing a supplier should have been a fairly simple task, but all she had was a name and a description. Some creep named Vic with a spider tattoo on his neck. Honestly, there was no originality in the world. What the dealer had failed to mention was that Vic was a member of the Xin Hop. Or that he use to be... if the rumours were to be believed, the former Triad skipped out after an entire shipment of Red Eye went missing. Stolen right out of his car... that was his story and he was sticking to it.

How hard was it going to be to find a single man in the crowd of a few hundred?


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Centauries
Ah, the goth scene... A beautiful mix of Victorian style and elegance with modern day imagination. Salvatore’s eyes trailed along Lilith’s body as her constricted movement resulted in her black latex to crinkle as her warm skin flourished along her bust. ‘Bored now...’ Her pierced tongue ran across her brother’s wanton bare chest as they both turned to glance across to him, desperate to know if this was pleasing to his eyes, and if they should continue for his pleasure. ‘Seriously? I am seven times your age and you think this is a new experience for me?’ Naturally Salvatore’s head dipped slightly as his outward appearance suggested a nonchalant attitude.

Three other people sprawled over the couch to the Vampire Noble’s dismay. Their body’s intoxicated on the heavy base of Fallen’s DJ and alcohol alike. There were clubs like this all over Europe, but none where a vampire can walk off the street and be subjected to such... Torture, it was like waiting in line at McDonalds for crying out loud. They were intoxicated with the night’s choice of spirits, sweet to the taste but he would be paying the price later on. While any other guy that watched from a distance would kill to be in Salvatore’s position, they would never know. He was lucky that no one decided to intrude while hyped up on Red Eye, he would likely have ripped their oesophagus out on the spot.

Salvatore had watched as few people really stood out in the nightclub, the group that had gathered were the higher end of the scale as his natural appearance seemed to draw attention in his direction, wanted or not. From an outside view his physical prowess would suggest he bordered on strength over agility on top of that he wore an open white silk shirt, the real stuff, not this synthetic BS. It was only buttoned half way up as a simple yet thick cross lay against his sculpted chest. He had become quite fond of looking at crucifixes, as they seemed more of a fashion accessory than something of belief these days, pity. His black hair seemed to fall behind his back and a little across his shoulders. The vivid red tips of his hair matched some of the other colours his entourage had established in their clothes, or lack of clothes as the case may be. He wore a unique piece of jewellery along both index and fore fingers, segmented finger armour with embellishments along each of them with a high polish finish resulting it to match his cross. The inside edge had been specifically honed to a razor edge, for drinking purposes, naturally. Finishing off his look was thick black trousers with enough buckles and straps to keep anything tied down. He nicknamed them his S&M pants, which suited his appropriately meaty pair to steel cap boots in a high gloss black finish.

He was considering his alternative of picking up some fast food in the bad side of town, which had become a very good idea compared to watching these two finish preschool. As he was about to stand his eyes caught sight of something, a flash of red hair and a body that screamed attention. He stood up with concern that he had lost her into the crowd, yet her fire like hair stood out from everything that was simply died black. He looked down only to be sure he would not snap someone’s ankle as he curiously followed her.

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If she could have overlooked the black make up that some people would have needed a chisel to get off, it was not that different from every other Nightclub. The decor was themed, but then so was everywhere else these days. Whatever the owner or the manager was doing down here was attracting the crowds night after night. It was hard not to look at the club from the business perspective. Sephyr needed to be finding Vic, or in the very least someone who knew about him. It had only been a few minutes, but it was starting to look like hit and miss. She had spent her entire adult life in one nightclub or another and could navigate the crowds better than most. She preferred Dusk, but there was a certain charm to the underground nightclub.

She had not seen that many chains, ornamental or otherwise, since she had been in Osore.

And piercings...

Sephyr healed all her sustained wounds when she came off her elemental form. Including her pierced ears. In the interest of not getting them redone ever few months she gave up on the idea.

Somewhere between the main dance floor and finding a place with eyes on the front entrance that she could sit and relax, Sephyr became aware of someone following her. It was more than the eyes which trailed along her when she moved. No, it was something else entirely. Almost the sense of being hunted. It was a relatively new feeling, Sephyr was use to being the only super predator in a room. Maybe that was why she paused, her curiosity turning her head slightly as she looked directly at Salvatore. His open white shirt, the rings and buckles along his pants. His long black hair which ended in tones closer to her own crimson length. Whatever curiosities were hidden in her liquid gold eyes vanished a heartbeat later as some intoxicated wretch decided to make his move.

The bald man with more piercings than face sidled up to Sephyr, reading any reason his alcohol swimming brain wanted to invent for why she had stopped right beside him. Obviously she wanted a piece of all he had to offer. He was clearly an arse man, considering that was the first thing he went for. Both of his hands snaked either side of her hip and pulled Sephyr backwards, right into his waiting crotch. “It could be all yours baby.” His breath reeked of whatever concoction he had consumed to justify his level of drunken behaviour.

Sephyr had spent so much time in Dusk she had almost forgotten what it was like to have some random guy, or girl, treat her like a piece of meat. Seriously, he was like a fucking octopus he managed to get his arms around her that quickly. When he first grabbed her she hadn’t wanted to cause him any permanent harm, but he was about to lose something he may have wanted one day.


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The music’s heavy beat enticed the animal within as he darted up to her, his vampiric heritage flourished in physical applications. Such as, being able to stop within a few inches of the stunning woman. Normally he would have watched and gauged a reaction from her, there was little reason to be hasty with the lives of mortals. But there was something about her that was not normal, and he was not going to let her slip away so easily. His right hand darted across as he clutched around the man’s neck with little regard to the man’s state of mind. Salvatore’s eyes only looked to Sephyr, those eyes, those wondrous pools of liquid gold. He had never seen the likes. Clearly she was unique to this world as he felt an indescribable urge to take what he wanted form her. To take, but never relinquish, how could he give up on something like that... That may have been why he was so hard on the human pin cushion, for taking such liberties of a woman who did not ask for such advances, at least from the likes of a lecherous old man... Not that he could talk, he was still older. Tore’s eyes ran along her features for the longest of moments as the human attempted to breathe. His thumb pressed harder against the man’s throat before he reluctantly looked down to the blood bag.

“Leave, now... Before my better judgment results in snapping this twig you call a spine.” His voice did little to hide the fact that English was not his first language. The flat statement was accompanied by the already firm grip around the man’s neck tightening, his two finger tips that were capable of doing the most harm relented from tearing into his flesh. The depth of his tone rose beyond the music that surrounded them. Everything about his presence suggested he was capable of so much more than idle threats. It was a rare occasion for him to use such obvious capabilities in the presence of people he did not know. But something told him she was worth it.

It would only be a matter of time until the man passed out due to suffocation. ‘Humans... So weak willed...’ He was almost reluctant to let him go, but times have changed, and he was a police officer now... Fate has a sense of humour. He glared as the man nodded uncontrollably as he let go. To Tore’s surprise, the man stumbled back with his hand at his throat giving in to his desire to breathe deep ragged breaths, he did little to regain his composure before fleeing the scene.

It was curiosity that brought his eyes back to Sephyr, the woman who truly stood out from the crowd. “I am Salvatore D’Amore, it is a pleasure to meet someone so unique.” His voice dipped into warm tones as his comment had been the rarest of them all. Sure he had seen vampires but this woman... There was something intoxicating about her. He shifted slightly as he intended on sweeping up her hand to his lips, the sweet compulsion to bite had never been as prominent as his lips gently pressed against her knuckles.

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Sephyr did not get more than the single glimpse of Salvatore before his hand was wrapped around the throat of her would be molester. She had been ready to snatch the bar through his nose and force him into releasing his hands from her arse. But, he actually let go rather quickly allowing the elemental to step out of his grasp and fantasise about having a shower to wash the memory away. He wasn’t the first, and he wouldn’t be the last. He also wasn’t the worst. The look of abject horror he levelled at her champion of the moment strongly suggested that he was not about to try that move again anytime soon.

In that second before he managed to fall over himself and leave Sephyr had a completely uninterrupted view of Salvatore. He was a lot taller than she was, six, maybe seven inches at least, he would have been close to Asmodeus in height, and not far behind the sculpture in build. Her best friend was a measure she held most men to and found them lacking. Artistic perfection was a hard act to follow. But this man seemed to have all that and then some.

She never went weak in the knees over a pretty face, but his lips were pressed against her knuckles before she snapped out of it. That was totally not normal... and he had spoken to her in that delirious Italian accent, the introduction seemed to hang between them for a moment before the words sunk in. Salvatore D’Amore... that was his name! Right, she needed to make that shower on the cold side.

Men never had her on the back foot... but he did. Not that there had been a single inappropriate thing about what he had said or done to her. He even maintained distance from her. Not much, but he was not up in her space. “Sephyr de’Oraelis.” Her reply was soft, she had never offered her name to someone in a nightclub before but her very French name fell from her lips with every accentuation, which sounded like she was purring. She became aware of half a dozen things at once. Firstly that his hand was noticeably cooler than hers, almost as cold as what Nemetis was, and she realised that because he was still holding her hand. Even after that detail sank in she didn’t move to rescue her hand from being held in his.

Instead of retreating she seemed to gravitate towards him under whatever spell he had cast on her.

That was the second she managed to snap out of it. She really needed to get a grip. Her last, casual friends with benefits relationship or whatever it was she had with Gavin, only ended five weeks ago. Prowling the nightclub scene for someone to scratch her itch had never been the elemental’s style. But her reaction had been completely physical. He must have gotten that a lot...

So maybe, just maybe that was the affect she had on other people, to a lesser degree. It wasn’t even like she had been drinking and could blame it on that.

“I am sorry.” Sephyr spoke, her voice quickly finding her usually self assured confidence again. “I was looking for someone and...” Her eyes naturally trailed along his neck looking for any evidence of a spider tattoo. She was actually relieved he didn’t have one. “...you are not him.” Her hand finally slipped from his touch and she tried to keep her disappointment under control. “But thank you for the timely rescue, Salvatore D’Amore. The pleasure really was mine.”


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Centauries
Tore was giving into instinct as he continued to hold her hand in his, the compulsion to wrap his arms around her and sink his teeth into his neck had taunted his already keen senses. His lips still burned with the taste of her skin, she was intoxicating.

His eyes trailed across her face as he marvelled at perfection in its purest form. His vision exposed every flaw, every discrepancy that made up the average person. In no way she could be normal. Her flawless features would be the envy of any Vampire Lord, even without the lingering desire that he exuded.

As she gave her name it felt like pure sin to his ears, the cascade of goose bumps ran freely up both arms. The hints of her French accent only heightened his curiosity, and added to her allure, if that was even possible. Her dress had been a marvel of creation, with shoestring straps that begged to be undone. He would be lying if he said his eyes did not caress down along her in that lingering moment as he knew she could have let go of his hand by now. If her intention was to be noticed by everyone in the club, she had succeeded.

Her apology took him by surprise as she continued to speak... “I have no doubt you would have been able to handle yourself Sephyr de’Oraelis, but there is one question that plagues me.” There was no fighting the slight accentuation of her name he adored it. Pausing slightly he had to know he had her undivided attention, but found himself wanting, yearning, aching. He had waited too long to feed, maybe if his thoughts only revolved around the desire to drink from her, instead of figuring out every torturous endeavour he could commit himself to in order of keeping her happy. ‘Again with the goose bumps...’

“What would it take, for you to be looking for me instead?” Tore’s Italian accent was followed by the warmth of his smile, he was not new to flirting and had all the time in the world to give to her... That was until dawn. He hinted to the fact he wanted something more from her. His head dipped slightly as he watched for a reaction, his reflective silver eyes only hinted at the power he possessed as they accentuated the sensuality of his smile. The slight raise of his brow was given as he wanted to understand her train of thought.

To know why she was so unique.

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He was forward, and she liked forward. Salvatore would have been able to read that in the curve of her smile and the slight chuckle that escaped her lips. Unfortunately she was not about to tell him that he needed to be dealing Red Eye that ended up in her nightclub. That was not really the premises she wanted to be meeting men under. Did she want to be meeting this man right here and now? After all the chaos in her life lately, having a man look at her like she was dinner and dessert was actually kind of flattering.

Men had a tendency to look at her like that, but usually they were intoxicated or high, or both. She couldn’t recall a single one who started with his name and such an eloquent introduction. Her golden eyes drifted past him towards the entranceway. There was still no sign of Vic, and whoever said she needed to wait alone?

“Alright...” There was something mysterious and alluring in Sephyr, she had not played this game in a long time. Mostly for fear of what might happen on the other side. But she wasn’t some inexperienced girl who couldn’t control her abilities anymore. Now, she was a different kind of creature. Now, she was something dangerous... maybe that was why he was still standing beside her. She stepped in closer to him and he had what he wanted, her complete undivided attention. The rest of the nightclub may as well have not been there. “Tell me three things about you that I cannot tell just by looking at you.” Every word was seductive and measured, her eyes shifting slightly like molten pools as she deliberately glanced up and down the length of him. It had not been a question. It had been an order.

From that distance he would have been able to feel the slight warmth which radiated off her body. Her temperature was usually stable, but sometimes, just sometimes she had a reason to get a little warm under the collar. Her head tilted to one side, her silken hair naturally falling in the same direction as she waited for his response.

It would not have taken a genius to realise that she was enjoying herself, every subtle inflection of her body language would have screamed that was she very attracted to the man holding her captive with his silver eyes.


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Sephyr’s authority was well received as Tore’s expression seemed to boarder on the challenge. The warmth of her body was unexpected as she stood so close to him, he forced his hands closed as the temptation to run his hand around her waist already caused hesitation in his answer. Normally he was sharp, clean, perceive... A comedian when it suited the moment but never dull or dim witted.

“Very well, I have three PHD’s.” There was pride in his tone as he left her to consider what they might actually be.

“I do not fall in love easily, nor am I easily impressed by a pretty face.” His voice dipped into sensual tones as his eyes ran along her neck, from such proximity she would have felt his blatant desire for her. It could have been so easy to simply run against her with every dip and curve of his body as his hands held her in place as his teeth sunk into her neck... Wow... He, in his hundred and eighty years was showing signs of becoming flustered. Was this some trick, or had Sephyr found some way in enticing his desires?

“I do this... ‘naughty’ thing with my mouth.” His eyes focused on her as he knew she deserved to be loved, to feel like she was wanted. That her body deserved the sweet ecstasy that he knew he could give her. Was he feeling awkward? This was a question he should have been able to answer as his teeth caught his bottom lip

Her interest was intoxicating as he felt himself being looked over by something he considered an equal. ‘Sephyr de’Oraelis you have taken my breath away.' He made no motion to capture her in his arms, but his very body responded to her every movement. He wanted to experience all that she was. Such beauty could never be held down, yes he went there, but only for a moment as his smile turned to the sinful act, and yes he wanted such things from her. Was that wrong for him to ask or insinuate so early in their relationship?

“So tell me Sephyr, which of the three gained your interest?”
His head tilted slightly in turn as he concentrated at looking to her eyes, he could lose himself in those eyes and never want to return.

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The question was loaded. There was no right or wrong answers but Sephyr would have been able to gauge a lot about him from what he did say. At least that was the plan... nothing could have prepared her for what came next.

Which was the whole point, yes? Say something which was going to make her inescapably curious.

The first made a single crimson brow lift into the air. Three PhDs? That would have suggested he had intelligence, a lot of intelligence... and he certainly had enough airs about him to be an accomplished academic. The second thing he added was a pure contradiction. Wasn’t he talking to her because she had a pretty face? But all jokes aside, he was very comfortable with his emotional side. Hearing a man, any man admit he was not superficial made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside... and the last of the three things, made her knees feel weak and her insides start to melt.

Sephyr would have been content to just swoon into a puddle on the ground. But his own question begged an answer, any answer... and her brain was still enjoying what he had said too much to respond right away. The smile which tugged at her lips, faded into something far more intimate. She knew this game... but she was playing with a master ~ and losing. “All three.” Was the sensual response when she figured out how to make her voice work again. “All three because I am not just interested in one part of you.”

Wait, what? Did she really just say that? He was going to have to clean her up off the ground with a sponge if he kept that up. He could have slipped his arm around her waist and she would have melted into him...

From the entrance three men walked in, two of them where bald and tattooed all over, but the other was a fairly average looking Chinese man with a spider tattoo on his neck. Sephyr did not notice them until the last possible second before they turned toward the loft seating and made themselves comfortable. For a heartbeat the elemental did not have it in her to care... she wanted to stay right where she was. But the longer her eyes followed them the more serious her expression would have become.

Salvatore would have easily been able to see what held her attention, and that she was not fond of the men who just walked in. She needed to get that under control and to check herself. But she had been completely disarmed when they arrived.


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The warmth of Salvatore’s lips parted as he smiled back to her, dazzling pearl white teeth hinted behind those lips as his canines barely shown. That was one factor he negated to tell Sephyr, about his lineage, about his curse. In the past he had used it to gain a quick meal with a woman who thought it would be kinky, a willing victim was always preferable. The slow methodical beat of his heart all but stopped the moment she expressed her interest in him, the fact it was mutual turned his desire into something greater.

"All three..." There was no denying the warmth of his every word to her, his accent gave way as his unhindered desire to touch her.

Everything about her intoxicated his senses, it made him question who he was. And what he could possibly be to her. His arm swept around her waist with all intentions of pulling her against toned form, anything to breach that inescapable distance between them. He was truly lost to the woman as he let the sweet image of her pushed up against him burn into his memory, that would be a image, a sketch he could never perfect...

He watched as she turned her head from him, members from his coven would have been insulted, but he was enamoured by her presence and wanted so much more than her name.

His eyes followed her gaze as he picked up on the three men, not quite what he expected to distract her from him in such a intimate conversation... But he knew she was looking for someone that evening, and he made himself known far too early to gather the whole picture. Looking back to her it was obvious that she did not enjoy the company of these individuals, the scrawny one looked like a lawyer, who wouldn’t want to kill him? Clearly he was the target, while the other two walked through the club with the posture of hired muscle, Triad, Yakuza it all tasted the same...

“I had no idea you had a taste for organised crime.” His warm tone was curious as he wanted her to know what she was getting herself themselves into. His arm gently squeezed around her waist as he looked back to her. He was hoping that Sephyr’s intent was to rid Niwa of such lowlifes, and not to conduct business. That would have been awkward. Especially after finding out it was drugs they pedalled.

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