Give Me a Ring Some Time *Jocelyn*

[Thiojr Ericsson]

Thiojr stood over the deep crater left by the explosion, watching the elementals, vampires and mutants at work, clearing it out. The elementals moved the rocks while vampires and mutants moved the other rubble and debris at blinding speeds. Everything would be recycled but not in this part of the city. He had a dream of what he wanted his district to look like and it would be nothing like anything anyone saw in New Vegas or anywhere else for that matter.

Years ago, the elementals had sheered the top of one of the mountains off to bring rain into the Valley where the city was located. The pine trees had lay there on the ground, never to live again. He had ordered crews to be shuttled to the area and saw mills to be built. He had worked with the city planner to create a district made entirely like Viking lodges, supported on wooden platforms. The lab had come up with a coating to treat the wood so that nothing on earth could catch it on fire. Parts of the district were already under construction. The agriculture areas would have their lodges built and covered with fertile sod so that everywhere one turned, crops would be growing, even atop the houses and other buildings. The casino would be a giant Viking lodge, the main building would resemble a ship. His father had approved the plans after Danviel Koenig drew them up perfectly, adding his own genius flavor to it.

Thio now stood over the crater, rolling a ring in his hand as he watched the memorial wall being installed. He had requested that the desk clerk send a message to it's owner that he would be busy, overseeing his new district and wondered if she would come to see him while he was there. He was almost certain she would be. The token was old world style, indicating that since he had something of hers in his possession that she had the option of him returning it to her or to come calling for it. If he had turned down her option, he would merely have had to have someone else return it with a note indicating 'no thank you'.

It didn't surprise him too much when he heard delicate footsteps behind him and smelled the familiar scent of the woman from the room he found his brother in. A smile spread across his lips at the cleverness of his little brother. "You know my father is still angry with you about the mermaid." he informed her without turning around. He was not very happy about it either but he was more forgiving than his father and he knew what her intentions were, however misguided they were. "He'll get over it in time but it would probably be best to avoid him for awhile." he turned and smiled, holding up her ring. "Looking for this?"

[Jocelyn R. Chernyy]

Jocelyn had taken a few moments to charge her wardrobe before joining Thio at the sight of his newest project. She had chosen her new look with all the care of a warrior preparing for battle. Her look was soft and flowing, but still very powerful in the way she presented the outfit. She was wearing soft brown riding boots that slouched at the bottom of her thighs. She was wearing a flowing dress once known in the southern Americas for it's cool comfort in heated climates. The color was a soft denim and it trailed over her shoulders to show her long neck and pale skin. The dress itself was just barely that. The end of it's hem hit just low enough to be covered and the way the boots rose up her legs almost made her modest in dress.

Her golden hair spilled wild and free down her back as she stepped up beside her with a gleam in her eye. "I heard he lost his previous one. When I found here, I couldn't help but give her a safe ride home. I'm a model citizen." She looked up at him with her misty eyes. "I'm not looking for it. I knew where it was. I was just hopeful that you'd return it to me in person, rather than by messenger."

She blinked to him, taking in his considerable good looks with a few long seconds. His strong chin, well formed chest and enigmatic eyes. He was formed well, certainly. Jocelyn turned away to look at the work being done and gave a nod of her head. "Newest project? Tell me what you have in mind? I just love a creative thinker."

Her smile was warm, oddly. It wasn't a smile she put on just for show. Jocelyn was a cool customer inside her pretty skin, she knew that her heart had been dead too long to mean actual kindness towards many. However, looking at Thio, she felt like the world had slowed and she was back to her youth.

She thought of the first time she had attended a social. The flowers smelled so fragrant and there was a bit of a chill to the summer night. She had walked out on the terrace, flowers all around her and knew that she was destined for more than a nobleman's daughter. Although it had taken time, Jocelyn had become more than that girl ever dreamed about. More than her wildest dreams had even seen. She had become a kingslayer and taken many of the Holy Order down with her. She had saved many council members over the years and fixed many 'business' assets. Now she was a business woman, and although she did not hold seat on the European council, she was their right hand behind the scenes.

Jocelyn looked back to Thio with a grin, her eyes lowering slowly. Jocelyn was glad that she had been sent only to watch and observe for learning purposes. Maybe she could have some fun in New Vegas. Maybe with him.

[Thiojr Ericsson]

Thio had been warned about this woman. King Drake oversaw all the world and its endeavors and any that did not know that he was aware of everything going on were fools. King Drake knew that the Europeans had sent this woman to New Vegas to gather information and he didn’t like it one bit. Drake knew everything that went on in every city. So why would the Europeans thing they needed to do this? Perhaps they thought they knew more than he did. That was laughable since he was their father, their king and more powerful than any of them could imagine.

Thio laughed softly at the woman’s words. “Of course I will return it to you personally.” He said amusedly, “Why would I pass up an opportunity to spend time with one so lovely as yourself.” He added as he took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. His father had asked him to keep an eye on her and of course, his loyalty being only to his father and his king, he had agreed. If it brought him some carnal pleasure in the mean time, so be it.

“It will resemble Asgaard.” He informed her. “The best architect in the world, who is of Germanic origin, has helped me to plan a dream in ways you cannot imagine.” He informed the woman. That was all she would get out of him for now since he did not divulge information so freely as others might. He turned to her and grinned. “Would you like to join me in my suite for some…refreshment? I am staying at my father’s casino hotel for now and I have nearly the entire floor below his, all to myself.” He feigned boredom. “It would be nice to have one, such as yourself, as company for a few hours.” He offered graciously, “As I am finished here, I should like to retire to my place of residence until the sun comes up.”

[Jocelyn R. Chernyy]

Jocelyn didn't even have the decency to blush as he invited her up to his suite. She just grinned, looking down to the ring that was just placed back on her hand. Her grin twitched as she paused to debate whether she should go or not. Yes, Jocelyn was going back to the handsome man's suite but she didn't want to seem too eager.

She nodded slowly. Her voice was a soft purr with European notes. "I would be honored, Sire. Tell me, should I dress for dinner?"

She gave him a warm smile, her eyes dark with kohl. Her hair whipped about her gently and she watched his handsome face. Jocelyn knew she looked lovely, messed up hair and all, but she didn't think she'd ever reach the glorious perfection of Thio Ericcson. Her hands clasp in front of her as one hand played with her returned ring. That ring held meaning to Jocelyn. It was what first made her the person she is today. Her thumb brushed over the stylized top with it's intricate, hand carved scroll work. Deep within it's curling swirls, one might not notice it from the eyes, but pressed to a cooling pile of wax, her ring became the sigil of the Romanov line.

She kept it with her always. She had kept it safe all these years. She had thought to give it to her 'firstborn' of the blood, but now that the possibility of her being a Mother was nothing but smoke and dreams. Her heart didn't even clench in sadness as it once did and her eyes didn't feel the need to blink away tears. Instead, she watched the handsome son of Thor and reminded herself to have fun.

"I'll trust your tastes in dinner, I want to sample the best of your palette, and I'm sure you wouldn't steer me wrong." She stepped closer, looking up at him through lowered lashes. She breathed in his scent, enjoying the way he wore power like a second skin. There was just something to be said about the delicious quality of a perfectly aged vampire. They had all the best toys.

[Thiojr Ericsson]

I would be honored, Sire. Tell me, should I dress for dinner?

Thio lifted and eyebrow to her question. There was only one answer to that when it came to him, but then, not everyone knew that. He simply tilted his head slightly and smiled like one would at a child that just asked “Why is the sky blue?” and gave her the only answer an honest man would give. “Why Jocelyn…” he began as though she asked him the silliest question in the world. “I do not dress for dinner.” Being nearly 1000 years old gave him privilege to talk to anyone this way, but he didn’t mean anything by it. “It makes it terribly hard to have sex while you are feeding. Feeding makes me so randy, I absolutely must have sex. Otherwise the release is just not satisfying and I may go too far. I would never kill while feeding.”

Thio put his arm out of her to take it as his driver pulled up in the electric Humvee that had been given to him as a welcome home gift by his father. “Besides, feeding any other way would be so dull, don’t you agree?” He was, in some ways, testing her. He had to see if she liked things the same way he did. His whole existence had been devoted to find his father and he never had time for a lasting relationship. Now that he had the time, he wanted to be of a sure fit, in more ways than one. Not only did their lifestyles and tastes need to be similar, their bodies needed to physically fit together in the most pleasurable of ways.


“I am a very old Vampire, my dear and I must have things a certain way.” He drawled with a deeply English accent steeped with a Scandinavian flavor just like his fathers. “You cannot get bored with what you are comfortable with and I feel it will help to prevent the urge to daywalk on my 1000th. It’s not too far off, you know.” He waved a hand casually as he looked at the ground to ensure his footing so he could get her to the car without her tripping and soiling her dress. “You know.” He said matter of factly in a completely innocent way, “That is a lovely dress. It would look fantastic on my floor.” He didn’t miss a step in the things he was saying, “Tell me my dear, do you like to walk barefoot on a plush carpet?” he inquired, “I just love it!”

[Jocelyn R. Chernyy]

Jocelyn took his arm pleasantly, head tilt in just the right way to watch the changes his face made as Thio spoke. She smiled, something she wasn’t quite aware of as she though of the person he had been almost a thousand years ago. Jocelyn could easily see this man don the armors of his time, raising a weapon to the sky and shouting his war cry for the hills to echo through the land. She listened to the timbre of his voice as he spoke to her. No. Almost reprimanded her. It wasn’t something that happened often in the European circles. Although Jocelyn wasn’t incredibly old and didn’t yet manifest gifts, she had made a name for herself. In the courts, she was the Kingslayer and Inquisitor. In her maker’s household, she was ‘The Favorite’. She was treated special. However, listening to Thio Ericcson talk about the passion de demanded while feeding, a certain warmth crawled across her skin.

As he spoke, Jocelyn felt like no one. She felt like a common tart. This should have angered her, but instead, her smile grew as Thio deposited her at the humvee’s portal. She placed her back to the interior, stepping forward into Thio. Jocelyn was just a hair’s breath away from placing all her luscious curves just into the hard planes of Thio’s own anatomy. She looked up at him through the light shimmer of her lashes, not from a coy nature, but simply because of his height and purred softly.

“I prefer a nice carpet burn on my hands and knees to simply walking on such plush carpets.” She flashed a wide and unabashed smile to the man more than twice her age. She liked older vampires much more than those her own age. Vampires who had walked this Earth for almost a thousand years could have such a cruel and crude streak that Jocelyn found refreshing. Her lips were practically aching for his touch. that was the bad thing about seduction. Sometimes the act of committing seduction was the drawl that drove her. Her own body left like it was on fire standing so close, yet not touching. Her mouth watered with the though of his lips and teeth on her. She knew that in an instant, he could crush her in his hand but sometimes, the threat of death just wasn’t enough to keep her away.

“I hope you keep dinner well stocked. I’ve got much time to use.” She gave her eyelashes a few bats, if only to try and keep focused in the real world and not the erotica laced imagination she was spinning in and grinned.