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Post by Malach on May 18, 2012 15:52:56 GMT 1
Malach was excited. Eager anticipation showed in every aspect of his demeanour from the sparkling of his heterochromatic jewel-like eyes down to the fidgeting of his bare toes. Caleb was taking him out to play and Malach was itching to do exactly that. He could feel the tingling of power crawling over his bare skin, he needed to release it and soon. Tonight, Caleb had promised he could...
He had begun to giggle when Caleb had told him exactly where they were going and he still hadn't been able to stop himself since. The vampire had even provided him with a new outfit to wear for the occasion. It was all just too precious for words. He glanced again at the flyer Caleb had shown him.
“Arabian night’s is a Casino that is an exact replica of the Sultan’s palace circa late 12th century. It’s adorned with every whim a Sultan could possibly have, including scantily clad concubines. The world is at your fingertips here…for a price. Come taste the forbidden fruit of royalty and delight yourself in an Arabian Night.”
Malach was now dressed in the loose azure silk pants and emerald green sash that were a perfect compliment to the colours of his eyes as was the gold embroidery to his fine golden hair. Caleb had picked the outfit well even accommodating the Djinn's penchant for sashes and scarves and the overall effect when combined with the sensual shimmer of the tattoo-like patterns across his skin was quite breathtaking.
He had been fidgeting impatiently while Caleb and finished his preparation for the night, instructions to his staff and other such boring chores. Somewhere in his activities he would have retrieved the Smiladon fang from its hiding place. Caleb was always very careful that Malach was both absent and distracted when he did so, even though Malach could not truly abandon him whilst he was owed wishes he never tempted him.
It seemed like an eternity to Malach before they finally arrived at the doors of Arabian Nights and he had almost managed to stop giggling.
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Post by caleb on May 18, 2012 20:10:09 GMT 1
Caleb knew that when he told Malach that he would be so excited about going to Anika's but Caleb wasn't there to be nice. He had told Malach that he could grant whatever wishes he deemed to like but none were to die there. Violence? Sure but death was a no no. He handed him the flyer. One of his associates had gotten mad about something that happened at Arabian Nights. The associate asked for Caleb's help and Caleb figured in Malach and him having a night out. He grinned as he disappeared from Malach after giving him clothing to change into. Caleb knew that Malach adored scarves and sashes so had given him plenty to choose from. He went to where he kept the fang away so that no one would ever be able to find it after getting in and taking a bath to prepare for the night. He then proceeded to dress in a black suit. Black slacks, black jacket, black button down shirt underneath, and a black tie. His suit was in excellent condition and fit him to perfection. He began to stroll to the room that Malach was in but at the last moment he turned and picked up a sash and the fang. He tied the black sash about his waist and stuck the fang there to hold it like a decorative piece. He moved to the room that Malach was in and opened the door. Soon they were at the doors of Arabian Night and he looked about at the place as they entered. "A place for anything to happen and wishes aplenty for you, Malach. Shall we get a drink and walk about and see what we can find?" He whispered into Malach's ear. He ran a hand through his hair messing it up and the bangs fell forward over his eyebrows.
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Post by Malach on May 18, 2012 23:52:50 GMT 1
The moment he had set eyes on Caleb's ensemble for the evening Malach's burning gaze had been drawn to the black sash and the way Caleb now sported as decoration the carved fang, the object to which he was bound, body and soul and which imprisoned the better part of his power. It had been so very long since he had been free and whole... Malach did not allow himself to remember how it had been or felt or he would have gone quite mad with frustration. For tonight it was enough that he would be able to exert himself to use that power for his own amusement.
Malach stepped lightly as they entered the casino. His bare feet making hardly a sound as he moved across the tiled floor with a dancer's grace. Sinuous as ever he brushed lightly against Caleb's body as he moved, never quite entirely breaking contact with him. His eyes too never stopped moving, flickering over everything, the décor and the guests, and where they lingered it was for no readily perceptible reason though each time he paused to give an appraising glance it brought a wicked little smile to his lips as though he had seen something most amusing simply not visible to another's eye.
He shivered lightly at Caleb's touch and whispered words. “Oh yesss...” Malach suddenly gave a musical laugh as he slipped an arm around Caleb's waist to lightly brush his fingers over the carved tiger at the fang's base. Anticipation was everything... “So fabulous!” “I know, isn't it amazing? I wonder what it cost?” “Too much, but I wish I had one...” “Granted” Malach giggled.
There followed a sudden piercing shriek from the much admired woman stood in the centre of the entrance lobby, now entirely naked save for her high heeled shoes and ostentatious jewellery, her hands flying in a vain attempt to cover her nakedness as all eyes turned to see the nature of the commotion. The shocked and pained exclamation of the wishing woman now wearing the other's exquisite figure hugging gown three sizes too small for her was entirely lost in the hysterics. “Something green to drink, please.” Malach purred.
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Post by caleb on May 19, 2012 1:22:25 GMT 1
Caleb saw the look to the sash and the fang. "Just to make sure no one decides they want what is mine." He moved over and brushed a kiss on Malach's cheek. He knew tonight was going to be very entertaining and very enjoyable. He didn't mind chaos it made everything interesting. That was why he didn't mind cleaning up Malach's messes at Styx. But also he was starting to care for Malach. It could be very dangerous if he let the care develop more. When they reached Arabian Nights he slid his fingers into Malach's hair and asked if he would like a drink.
He felt Malach's hand moving the fang as it moved from the brushing and he looked into Malach's eyes as he watched him. He heard the word granted from Malach and grinned some wondering which one he had pegged first. Anticipation hummed as he tore his gaze from Malach to see where the commotion began and saw first the naked woman and then looked over to see a woman wearing the small gown. It was so small on the woman and Caleb chuckled softly before moving to the bar. He ordered a drink for Malach that had a name like Shamrock something... Luck?
Yes, that was it. He picked up the drink figuring later Malach would give him three days again. He let a wicked grin start to form at that thought. It had felt soooo good and he wanted another taste of it. He held out Malach's drink but then used his free hand and gripped the back of his head before kissing him on the lips. He pulled back to whisper against his lips. "For now the fang is on loan to you for your playtime. By the end of it all I want it back, understood?" He grinned at that. "And perhaps after..." He ran his tongue along Malach's bottom lip then leaving him to figure out what would happen later.
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Post by Malach on May 19, 2012 19:54:18 GMT 1
Malach had no idea how long Caleb was planning to let him stay here but he was intending to make the most of it. The fact that they had come to a place other than Styx meant that he wasn't going to try and curtail things too soon. The third wish that Caleb still held over him made it such that not surrendering his object again would only serve to get him banished back into it, and who knew how long Caleb would keep him there before he decided to claim another three wishes? Malach wasn't ready to give up on this little corporeal adventure just yet. Especially when Caleb had been the most interesting creature to summon him forth in a very, very long time.
Caleb returned from the bar and kissed Malach quite suddenly and deeply on the lips. Malach squirmed his body up against the vampire, reciprocating the kiss with uninhibited passion. His eyes glittered with some alien emotion as Caleb offered him the fang for the night and he eagerly nodded his agreement as he slid it from Caleb's sash belt. It might have been possible for Malach to have taken it without Caleb feeling its loss, the Djinn's skill with such slight of hand was quite phenomenal as Caleb already knew, but Malach was being polite and did not make the attempt.
He laughed his light musical laughter as he stepped back caressing the fang, his eyes on Caleb as his flickering tongue ran along its length from base to tip before he whirled like a dervish, the fang vanishing into the folds of the swirling silk he wore by the time he stopped. He accepted the drink, something pretty and green as he had asked. It had a faint scent of aniseed and small sugar crystals were beginning to form around the lip of the glass. The little stick capped with a shamrock made a tinkling sound against the glass as he stirred it and it made Malach smile. It was never enough for him to satisfy one sense at a time.
Malach grinned and licked his lips at the later comment. Later was later but at this moment the power was crackling beneath his skin and he needed to let it free. He turned slowly away from Caleb and darted away suddenly off into the crowd.
“I mean just look at this place. I wish I were a vampire...” “Granted” Another scream and a large south American bat fluttered off around the noisy room in disorientated panic, eventually colliding with a chandelier and plummeting down to land flailing in a tray of h'or deurves and provoking a certain degree of confused outcry.
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Post by caleb on May 21, 2012 13:12:36 GMT 1
Caleb didn't know much but he was careful always what he said around Malach. He didn't want a mistake made from his wishes. When he returned from the bar he kissed Malach. He enjoyed the feel of Malach squirming against him with a mix of anticipation of what was to befall many tonight. He loved the taste of Malach on his tongue. He broke the kiss though he wanted it to continue. He felt the fang being pulled from his sash belt. He knew that if Malach had wanted it he could have taken it but Caleb wondered why he hadn't done so.
He heard Malach's laughter and he was beyond curious at all that Malach would do this night. He watched as Malach stepped back caressing the fang but then he saw Malach's tongue slide along it and he swallowed hard and silently wished inside his mind that they were back at Styx. His eyes shown his desire for Malach to see before he whirled around and Caleb knew he had hidden the fang somewhere. He held the drink out to Malach and Malach took it.
Caleb saw the grin and the lick to his lips. "Mmm... I know I can't wait for later. Perhaps I should have a drink after all. Don't forget the deal." He spoke as Malach turned away and darted off. He soon heard the scream and looked over to where it had come from and watched as a bat flew upward circling blindly as in full terror. "I'd like a wine mixed." The bartender handed him the wine mixed with blood and Caleb took a drink as he saw the bat hit the chandelier.
He moved walking the edge along the walls to listen and as well be out of the way of objects falling or having something inadvertently get on him. He also was looking to see if he could spot Anika or Malach in the crowd of people. They weren't touching anyone and so they were clean. If anything happened that the VSF was called in Caleb would take Malach's hand and speak of seeing another with an object that seemed to glow or that he was just enjoying the sight and knew nothing about any of this.
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Post by Malach on May 21, 2012 17:21:12 GMT 1
Malach slipped through the crowd causing barely a ripple. He was feeling a little giddy and light headed already. It felt sooo gooood. The uncomfortable crackling beneath his skin had turned to a warm tingling glow that left him both aroused and euphoric. He sipped at the pretty green drink, pondering over whether he liked it or not. His senses were in overdrive as he filtered the many voices through his consciousness, constantly searching for those magic words, I wish...
“It's so beautiful, I wish I could just stay here...” “Granted” Malach slipped into the small fountain annex and smirked as he admired his handiwork. He caressed his fingertips across the shiny surface of the brand new golden statue that now adorned the fountain room. It was a little more voluptuous than the others but not unattractively so. He brushed the straps of the filmy dress from its shoulders so it stood as naked as all the other nymphs. “Very nice.” he purred as he stroked the hard golden nipples and gazed into the statue's frozen yet still living eyes. He brushed a kiss onto its lips. “Enjoy!” he murmured.
Then he slipped away through one of many archways before the second girl on the floor recovered from her dead faint and anyone else came in response to her impending terrified and hysterical wailing with regards to her sister.
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Post by caleb on May 22, 2012 13:03:00 GMT 1
Caleb moved about the crowds easily but then a woman came up to him and one came behind them. One of the women pressed against his back and whispered in his ear. "You look like a man that has such a strong grasp on everything around him." The other woman pressed against his front as he moved the hand that held his drink out away from him so that he didn't get it spilled on him. She ran her palm along his front. "Oh yes, I agree with that. He isn't even getting worried or anything that something will fall on him or hurt him. It heats the blood just to want to see what he can do in bed." The woman had whispered to him.
He gave a smirk at their words before bringing a hand up and cupping her chin with his free hand and brought his head down as if to kiss the woman in front of him. "I've never had any complaints except for when I left the bed. Most say I am insatiable. Nothing is ever enough." He spoke in her ear as his eyes danced around looking for their boss and Malach. Finally the women's boss came walking towards him. A beauty but deadly as can be and had wanted him forever. "Jamie, it has been some time, my dear." He said as she came closer to him. He felt her hand on his cheek and looked at her. "You do know I adore how you make trouble."
Caleb frowned and shook his head some. "This isn't my doing. I'm just watching the show." Three women practically pushing him against the wall and he couldn't see Malach. "Why won't you join me for breakfast, Caleb?" Jamie asked and he gave a soft sigh. "Because it would never work between us, Jamie dear. We've had this conversation before." She leaned into his side and he looked at her more. "It could." He growled. "No, it couldn't. You just wish to use me like you use everything else. I am a true collector. I admire beauty for the gift it is. You admire beauty until you crush it. Now if you'll..." But before he could get the rest of his words out she was kissing him hard. Surprise hit him.
He didn't bother shoving her away because he'd spill his drink and the other arm was stuck between them. Where was Malach? He couldn't see him at all in the crowd that he could see. Finally she broke the kiss and he looked down at her with a blank face.
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Post by Malach on May 22, 2012 14:01:44 GMT 1
The wailing struck up from the annex but Malach was already long gone. He had circled back towards the main reception to where he had left Caleb. The green drink, he had eventually decided, was very nice and he wanted another, or perhaps he would try something blue this time. He had abandoned the empty glass somewhere already forgotten but had kept the little shamrock stick, tucking it into the sash at his waist. Malach glanced around the room, where was Caleb?
“God damn but these shoes are too tight. I wish I had smaller feet.” “Granted.” The woman sat by the wall massaging her abused toes began to scream in earnest as she fell to the floor writhing and clawing at her feet. Still the two sharp cracks as the arches of her feet shattered were clearly audible above her cries. The broken bones compressed, crushing the balls of her feet towards the heels, and her raw throat gave out to breathy whimpers as her toes broke one after another and folded under the soles. The woman's feet, now horribly mangled and resembling a pigs trotters, were only three inches long. “A perfect 'Golden Lotus'...” Malach murmured with a satisfied smile.
His smile faded some and he frowned as he spotted Caleb seemingly engrossed with three women. He wove his way through the crowd towards them, his acute senses now focused on picking out their conversation and he didn't like what he was hearing one bit.
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Post by caleb on May 25, 2012 12:49:32 GMT 1
Caleb was stuck where he was with the three women surrounding him. He was not pleased with the kiss he had gotten. He wasn't thrilled with this at all. Jamie always thought she had a chance for Caleb and he always was a gentleman about it. He tried to firmly but nicely tell her no. She thought it was a joke when he told her no since she was used to getting her way but Caleb had his own rules and morals. He didn't do being crushed and she wanted him underneath her thumb.
He was angry but nothing shown on his face. "I told you plenty of times, Miss Jamie that I don't think we would be well suited for each other. We both want different things. I live a life that I like to live and besides the man I'm seeing doesn't have a happy moment when I ignore him." His eyes slid over towards the wailing and that's when he saw Malach. He gave him a playful wink. But then he felt three sharp pokes enter his skin. He looked at Jamie as she kissed him again for a moment. "Then you won't have much time walking about."
Confusion and fury shown on his face but then he pressed back against the wall suddenly even as he brought his hand up and backhanded Jamie. She landed not far from him and the two other women moved away from him as he slid down the wall. "I'm going to kill you." He growled low as he tried to push himself up from his hands and knees but the pain was racking his body so badly. He was so sick. He began to shiver and groaned at first. Jamie laughed softly. "I wish you would have gone to bed with me." She spoke. "Now you are really sick just like your insides."
He began to gag but nothing came up. He gripped his waist with one arm cradling his stomach. Pain was everywhere. He yelled out then. "MALACH!" Even as he fell onto the ground. The two other women spoke to each other. "Is he dying?" "Looks like it. Who is Malach?" He grunted out. "Someone you don't want to piss off." He curled up in a ball on the floor. The distinguished and elegant gentleman laying on the ground in so much illness that he felt like his body was burning with fever and he kept shivering. His pain so high he couldn't believe it. His head hurt, his body hurt, and his stomach kept making him dry heave.
"Malach..." He whispered softly. Where was Malach? For once Malach needed to help him. For once... Would Malach leave him to his fate and move on? No, Malach wouldn't do that. His free hand gripped his head as if it hurt to even think. "Malach... Malach! Where are you?"
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Post by Malach on May 25, 2012 20:17:41 GMT 1
No, Malach didn't like the way that conversation was going at all. These females were interfering with his fun and distracting Caleb's attention. Malach liked to be appreciated and Caleb always had something clever and flattering to say about his games. He was listening with only half an ear now to the agitated crowd. Many had begun to panic, some braver or stupider souls pushing to see what was going on at the various sources of outcry, but most trying to make their way towards the main doors. Agonised screams had a habit of spooking people after a while.
He saw Caleb strike the female he had called Jamie but had no idea why he then slumped to the floor. Vampires just moved too fast when they tried to and Malach didn't have a clear enough view to have seen the evilly ingenious weapon the women had chosen to use on Caleb. There was however nothing wrong with his exceptional hearing and Malach hissed as he wove towards them.
“Granted” Jamie didn't scream... it wasn't that it didn't hurt but what happened crushed the air from her lungs rendering her speechless. Her body spread and flattened with great vicissitude, stretching out until it was several meters square and her skin took on the texture of a fine scrubbed vellum. Bones dissolved into tiny white beads rising to the surface of her skin in intricate swirling patterns, not entirely unlike in style the markings that adorned Malach's own body. The whole metamorphosis took only a few seconds though without doubt it took far longer from Jamie's perspective, and the heavy beaded suede bedspread, just the right size for Caleb's super-king-size bed, collapsed to the floor in a heap.
Vampires were just too fast for Malach to want to play fair with them, and whilst he had been enjoying causing a spectacle earlier he did not want to become one if these vampires intended to attempt harm upon him. He needed a distraction and he giggled wickedly as he heard something spoken in the frightened crowd that would do very nicely. “I wish Danny was here...” “Granted” Malach hissed softly, the sibilant tone of his voice if it penetrated Caleb's awareness would be like an alarm bell had just gone off. This one was going to be... extreme. Danny froze for a long moment sniffing at the sudden change in the air and scents. The desert dryness was gone and the air was thick with the sounds and scents of prey... The Slag, who once upon a time was known as the vampire Danny Evans, screamed its ear-splitting hunger cry and pounced toward the herd... The total and absolute hysteria that followed swept through the Casino like wildfire.
“Malach?” a purring voice came from just behind the two women vampires oblivious for the moment to what had just befallen their employer or what was to follow. “Why that would be me sweethearts...” The green plasmic fluorescence that covered his hands flew suddenly like large drops of molten glass to strike the backs of their heads, but while it rolled over Malach's skin like phosphorescent seawater, it washed over the twins heads like liquid fire, their hair scorching instantly away and their faces melting into a ruin of bubbling fat as the searing plasma did its work. “...and you really should have listened to my friend...” As the temporarily blinded vampires staggered aside Malach picked up the coverlet and wrapped it around Caleb's shuddering body.
“Are you dying Caleb?” Malach asked softly, his musical voice betrayed nothing though his expression showed both confusion and concern in addition to his normal curiosity and there was a look in his jewelled eyes that might have been akin to regret. “If you are dying you must make a wish.”
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Post by caleb on May 28, 2012 16:25:32 GMT 1
Caleb wouldn't have normally hit a woman unless she absolutely deserved it and in this case she had absolutely deserved it. The back of his hand had struck her hard before he slumped onto the floor with a thud. He wasn't sure what was injected but Jamie had made sure that he was going to drop before he could do any real damage. Jamie knew his reputation and knew that the only way to get to him was to weaken him. "You are going to wish for death, Jamie."
He saw a piece of what Malach was doing and knew Malach was close. So Malach hadn't left him and he could depend on Malach more and more. He was in so much pain and he bowed his head drenched in sweat as he continued to dry heave. He wanted to curl up on the dirty ground in a ball and groaned as pain slid through his whole body. He was trying not to yell with the agony he was in. He hadn't felt this way since the time he had gotten bit by a werewolf. It had been utter pain for what felt like weeks.
He heard Malach's hiss and his pain filled eyes slid up towards where it came from. That was a bad sound. Caleb would have said no but his body felt like it was burning him alive and he felt weak and exhausted. His eyes looked continuously at Malach before he bowed his head and his body continued to shiver. He could hear the screams as if they were his own and knew Malach had done something.
He soon heard Malach closer but it was hard to lift his head and hurt to do so. He finally forced himself to look up as he saw something green coating the twins heads. Good, the bitches deserved it. But then everything spun and he fell onto his side. He felt something covering him and his eyes opened some to look at Malach. He tried to move to curl into Malach. He hurt so much and couldn't even do that. He knew that no one could stop Malach but him and right now he couldn't even think to clean up the mess going on.
He swallowed hard and took a breath trying to get past the dry heaving. "Not..." He groaned. His throat hurt so badly. "Dying... Werewolf blood..." He brought his hand to his head. "Poisoned... Sick..." He knew he probably wasn't making much sense at all. "I wish..." But he couldn't because it could go badly. He wasn't clear minded enough to wish. He went silent gripping his head. "So thirsty, Malach..." His throat was dry and hurt like he had a massive sore throat. His body felt completely bruised and in pain.
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Post by Malach on May 30, 2012 3:51:03 GMT 1
“Good.” Malach murmured. It was his only response to Caleb's delirious babble, though the slight shadow lifted from his eyes as he sat down cross-legged beside the vampire and wrapped one arm around his trembling shoulders to hold him close. Caleb was now wrapped in the oddly organic coverlet and Malach simply held him so his head rested on the Djinn's bare shoulder as he watched his little show play out.
He saw that one of the twins was close to having recovered herself from the minor incapacity he had inflicted and as she began to turn back towards them he surreptitiously flicked another small ball of green plasmic fire in her direction, sending her staggering yelping closer to 'Danny'. Malach had not seen a slag before, the phenomenon being a relatively new one, and his curiosity was piqued as he watched the humans and vampires alike run screaming in terror before it.
“Thank you Caleb,” he whispered conspiratorially. “I am having a very nice time tonight.” Malach tilted his head a little so Caleb could nuzzle into his neck. He had enjoyed the vampire's bite before and was willing to consider this 'later'.
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Post by anikatulani on Jul 11, 2012 3:33:01 GMT 1
The light of the moon barely crested the horizon when Anika felt herself stir from her death sleep. It was a night like any other; at least that was her mindset as she rose from her bed and the comfort of her lover to feed and shower. At first all appeared to be well, she briefly made her way through both the casino floor and the pits before convening in her office to complete the end of the month ledger review. As the owner of the club it was all too imperative that she be in total control of credit flow running through her club. It one person felt they could cheat her then it would only multiply from there. In her club she was reigning authority and enforcer; those caught breaking her rules or trying to cheat her would find them meeting the heavy hand of her justice swifter than they could react.
The ledgers were simple enough, and Anika had them completed in no time at all. Yet something was just not sitting well with her. Maybe it was a sense of foreboding, or maybe it was just her nagging mind telling her that nothing could go well for too long. Her casino was prosperous, her staff gave her little to now difficulties, and the patrons gave her even less in the form of trysts. They possessed a healthy fear of her, as they should for she was one of the very own councilman; the very ones that determined the laws and the repercussions for those who disobeyed the rules of New Vegas. The Council was a reckoning force to behold.
Anika slipped out of her office discreetly, not wanting the added attention of her security detail at this time. She only wanted to observe the inner workings of her sanctuary in hopes to discover either human or vampire while in the midst of their machinations. Anika’s feet slid across the marble floor as she slipped between the crowds undetected searching for something, anything to be wrong. Something was up, her gut was never wrong in these endeavors, but whatever it was it had her stumped for she saw not one trace of mischief. It was as if her club was as pristine as it appeared to be. She scoured every inch of the casino floor yet found nothing. She had almost given up and begun to doubt her gut instinct when the first incident caught her attention. A vastly admired woman was suddenly naked and another not too far from her now wore the dress that once adorned the now naked woman. The dress was far too small for her frame and as a result she was struggling with her hysteria; though quickly losing that battle.
The second event happened abruptly after the first. A shriek led Anika’s attention to a rather large bat that was native to the South America flying around in a franticly disoriented pattern; with effervescent alacrity it slammed into the ornate chandelier then plummeted down into a tray of h’or deuvres. It’s flopping about amongst the food inciting bewilderment and shrieks amongst the patrons closest to the incident.
A few more stunts were graced with her presence. Surely she did not catch them all; whatever higher being that supervised them from above was no doubt tallying them down. All she could do was listen and watch in disbelief as shriek after shriek erupted amongst those who paid her homage. If this continued for much longer she would lose all her clientele and her source of income. Anika fumed. Whoever was behind this would pay with their blood! They would rue the day they decided to fuck with Anika Tulani, former Consort to Sultan Othman and New Vegas councilwoman. She would have someone’s heart for an ornament and their eyes for earrings. She would bathe in their blood and entrails and relish the feeling of their death on her hands. Their skin would fashion a purse she would adorn to warn future transgressors of just what lie in store for them should they consider causing a riotous commotion in her casino.
The last straw, compelling Anika to act was the sight of a ravenous slag unleashed in her club. A being so grotesque and hideous it could only be considered an abomination to the vampire race. She could only look on in horror as the creature began to run rampant in her club. She hating feeling helpless and this monstrosity was doing a fantastic job of bring out that emotion from within her. The helplessness began to morph into rage as she threw all caution to the wind and made a bee line for the abomination.
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Post by Malach on Jul 11, 2012 18:25:58 GMT 1
Malach sighed. Caleb really wasn't being much fun now he was sick. He hadn't made his last wish and he wasn't even taking Malach up on his offer to let him bite him again. In fact Malach guessed that Caleb would rather like him to stop now, but his little game was almost played out and Malach would soon be looking again for new entertainments. He watched the Slag as it neatly decapitated one of the blinded twins and he giggled in amusement. None of the vampires seemed willing to confront it, which was a source of curiosity to Malach. Vampires fled, several bleeding from wounds caused by its claws and teeth, humans simply disintegrated under its crushing blows.
Caleb stirred against him and Malach brushed his hair from his eyes. “You do not approve of the game.” he purred. “You worry too much Caleb. There may be only so many ways for you to think or wish... but there are so very many more that permeate the fabric of the universe.” The vampire had become very still now in his arms, only the vampire slow rhythmic beat of his heart indicating he was not truly dead. “I do believe that 'later' will be some not inconsiderable time for you now, and you wouldn't want me to get bored waiting would you?” Malach giggled again, his tinkling laughter so out of place amidst the mayhem.
It was then that he noticed the Vampire woman. This one was not screaming or fleeing. In point of fact she actually looked.. pissed. Malach chuckled gleefully as she moved purposefully towards the rampaging Slag. The game might yet have a satisfying conclusion. Beauty and the Beast was such a cliché but weren't all the good stories an endlessly repeating pattern? “Look my little Remora...” Malach murmured to the unresponsive vampire. “There may yet be a shark in this pond after all...”
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