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Post by Jocelyn R. Chernyy on Nov 27, 2012 4:19:25 GMT 1
Jocelyn quite liked the look of sin that had sprawled it’s way across the heated sands of Nevada. She’d definitely dined in worse. She had chosen a wonderful gown for her first night in the great city, flowing and the palest of cream. She seemed virginal, innocent and that visual would have remained, if you did not meet her gaze. Her eyes were the color of mint, almost glowing as their color had faded over 350 years. The edges of her iris were inky black and predatory, if you let romantic notions get the best of you. Her shoulders were bared and the slender column of her neck glittered with canary diamonds. Her hair was golden, like the mane of a lion, full and thick. The majority of her hair was pulled to the side, spilling down the left side of her face in soft curls and giving her gaze a flirty feel.
She wasn’t overly tall, but her spine was impossibly straight and proud, the posture of the well-bred. Hour-glass waist, and long shapely legs were accented by the severe high-low hem of her gown. The front of the dress hit mid-thigh and the back draped the floor in billowing chiffon and satin. Surely this would be a party.
Hands folded neatly at her waist, Jocelyn held her chin high. She hadn’t dealt too often with many American ‘kin’ and wanted to put her best foot forward. Surely her name hadn’t spread this far West. She kept pretty low key. More’s the pity, because a line of fanfare and a glass of their finest Red would be only befitting her station. She forced away a sigh, preferring a smile that invited people in. She cocked one tawny eyebrow at the opulence that graced her vision, “Oh yes. This party is for me.”
Golden doors swung outwards, beckoning the European woman inside. She pulled her feet up, stepping lightly upon the marble floors. Her steps were silent as she had worn soft silken slippers, an heirloom she had kept for a very long time. Mother’s slippers were tied around her ankles with pale ribbons, crossing to and fro upon her calf like a graceful ballerina. A voice called out around her and she swiveled her head to the sound. Her lips widened and she grinned.
“Yes. I’d like a room.” She bat her smokey eyes, lashes dancing with allure as she looked to the man behind the large desk. Her voice almost purring from her rolled European accent. “Do you have a room for a distant traveler with a horrible thirst? I promise not to be too much trouble.”
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Post by Wynter Leonte Angelo on Nov 27, 2012 6:21:54 GMT 1
The sun, a vampires weakness. For humans they took the morning and the ability to see a sun for granted. Yes, they go on living never once thinking today be the last to ever see it. The female vampire now had forgotten what the sun felt like, what it looked like, even how different how being outside during the day was. Long ago, in her younger vampire life she did tried to see the sun. Shayde, her master had to pull her away saving her life. In the end she survive, and end up with minor burns, but a long time healing from them. Now though, if she did what she did then, she could heal quickly. She though now did not much care that she couldn't see the sun or even feel it. The night life is where the fun was, action and the most interesting people were found.
Darkness surrounded her, as stone walls were on all sides of her. It wasn't another two hours till the sun would go down, and she was already up getting ready for the moment the sun went down. It was a change when she first was a vampire, the sleeping during the day up at night. Not to mention the sleeping underground or within Stone walls. There was few times where she had to fake sleeping in some hotel at night just so the human would not know she was a vampire. The moment they did fall in a deep slumber she left right away before the sun came up. Back then,the vampires were not so well know, even if they were, people had hard time knowing one from a human. People were foolish creatures then, even now they still were. The vampires were running the show, if it were not for the vampires need them for food, humans surely would be extinct. They may have been still hunted by the humans today, but to her it seemed less so. Vampires had more freedom, and hell if vampires could find another way to feed, it would be sure all humans would finally pay for hunting them. Vampires were powerful creatures, it was about time humans understood that. They were creatures not to be messed with. Sure there was more powerful creatures then vampires, however at the time, there was more vampires then of them.
She leaned against the cold stone wall, twirling a Kris dagger in her hands. Boredom was playing on her, as minutes seemly ticked slowly. She wanted it to be night, she wanted to escape these stone walls already, she wanted to have fun. She missed though the fun of the kill, killing the pathetic humans then drinking their blood. Now..now they stupidly had to protect them. She growled under her breath, the so many rules there was now. Maybe she needed to sprawl it out with someone..or something. She had not had a good fight in such a time. Last time she had sprawled was with Shayde, and that was mere for training. Shayde, where was that dark man anyway? Last words he told her the one night was not to look for him, he would find her. With a quick movement, she threw the blade, as the blade logged itself in the crack in the stone wall. She pushed herself off the wall, finally the sun was down.
Outside she stretched her arms out, taking in the night life once more. The moon glowed over the city, as stars started appearing. She walked delicately, searching for any hopes of fun this night. Worst thing happens if she were to find none, she might just have to make some fun come to her. She let out a laugh just the thought of it, made a smile on her face. Oh tonight had to be a good night, she could just feel it.
The cold winter nights.. she forgotten how they felt. It wasn't like she missed it, she seen the humans shivering in the cold before. There has been many time she seen humans huddling around the blazing fires in hopes to keep warm. In the old days, she pretend to be one of them poor suckers, when they did fall asleep, she have herself her supper. Granted, some of them were not the best of clean, but sometimes a meal was a meal. Sometimes that was all you could get and to get better was lot more complex. Sometimes she did it only cause they didn't know how to spot a vampire, hell even feeding them alcohol was enough for them not to recognize. Course came easier when the years came by, with the invention of color contacts. When they came along, was much easier to dress up fancy and lure a guy to a hotel room with you. Truly that what she was doing tonight, more less actually luring anyone. She wanted to let loose and just have a fun time.
The winter air blew gently as she approached one of the few places that was on her list of places to check out. Loose ringlets fell down the bare skin, a silk black dress fit her body perfectly. The place almost reminded her of the parties she use to go with Shayde. Course back then, she would wear one of the ghastly dresses, lovely they were, but terrible to wear. Fashion was such a mess back then. She even remembered when wearing a bird cage in your hair was fashionable, and they wonder why there was such germs and crap.
Already an hour had passed, and nice at it was, she was bored. A small frown formed on her face for a moment. Not as easy to find excitement as it was back then. Back then, foolish people were everywhere. Now course, humans were trained well to spot vampires and even to kill one. To bad they didn't know proper training back then, would have saved some dumb people.
She was almost about to leave when she seen her. Of the few people she ran into that night, this female was the one. She easily heard her speaking, and walked over to her. “Care to make that a room for two?” she gave a light smile “sharing one would be much more fun wouldn't you think?” she asked her.
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Post by Jocelyn R. Chernyy on Nov 27, 2012 7:01:32 GMT 1
Jocelyn blinked, her head tilting to the side. She turned just enough to watch the woman and her mass of dark hair that spilled from her crown. One eyebrow lifted in appreciation of the woman’s physical form and Jocelyn nodded. “Yes. Room for two would be fine.”
The blonde leaned against the desk, looking fully at Wynter with a half smile. Yes, being back on American soil would be so much fun. She gave a bit of a chuckle and extended one arm out in greeting. “Jocelyn Chernyy, pleased to meet my newest rooming mate. Who might I have the pleasure to be meeting?” Her voice was soft and light as the words rolled off her tongue. Her eyes did a quick scan of the room, always taking in her surroundings as much as she was most likely looking for a reflective surface to look at herself in. Vain bitch.
Her tongue rubbed against the inside of her bottom lip, looking down to Wynter with her mint colored eyes. Jocelyn always found a dark haired beauty something to be envious over. Of course, Jocelyn was envious of many and much, but in her heart, she knew she was more than a head of hair and soft lips. Still, looking at this woman in the black silk, Jocelyn transported herself into a different world for just a few seconds.
The year was 1723 a.d., and the palace was silent. Jocelyn, nothing so lavish as the person she was today, held an armful of linen as she climbed a set of many stairs. It was then that Jocelyn looked over the balcony and saw a raven haired woman all sewn into her gown, pearls strung into her hair. That was not the first time Jocelyn was envious, nor would it be the last, but it did spawn a path in her life that she would follow. The memory spilled away like a ripple in a pond and Jocelyn smiled again. “Forgive me, you remind me of a woman from my youth. Though, you don’t look as if you could be her age.”
The blond gave another throaty chuckle, all smiles and batting lashes. Yes, she was flirting. Yes, she was shameless. It didn’t mean that her actions would go anywhere. For all she knew, she could be hauled out of the city and left to burn in this horrible desert! What a terrible idea! No, it would be best to lay low.
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Post by Jakob Svenska on Nov 27, 2012 15:08:08 GMT 1
Jakob stood in the lobby wearing a tight black t-shirt with elegant black trousers and an open sports coat. He had been playing around with one of the communication devices worn by the security guards so it now curled around his ear, giving him an important air. While his hair was messy, one could tell it had been styled to perfection. He tugged lightly at the cuff of his new jacket and looked around with confidence, giving away his station as an important man in this casino. He was very important. Thor, not only the owner of the casino but the magistrate over the entire western territory on this continent, was his adopted father.
Jakobs eyes had already been a stark blue among human standards before he was turned, now, with only the slightest of lightening, they made him look older than he was by a couple of decades. Jakob was a newborn. However, having Royalty for a father, he was learning not only to be a vampire but to be a gentleman with the grace and demeanor only Royalty could pull off. Jakob found it also attracted others who were Royalty. But Jakob, having new found freedom had a childlike playfulness about him and getting into trouble seemed to follow him like a shadow.
He watched as first the blonde woman came in with all the style and grace of Royalty. Jakob smirked as he watched her. She seemed to think the world was paying attention to her. He looked around, nope, the only ones paying attention were the desk clerks, the bell boy and the concierge. She must have had a reservation because the desk clerks did call out to her in the friendly, respectful way they were trained to.
Then the second woman came in, the polar opposite of the first, she looked dark and sinister as if wanting to give off a dangerous vibe. Jakob smirked again thinking if she tried anything in The Valhalla, he would get to see another Vampire beheaded and left out in the sun. Yes, Jakob was just a little twisted considering all he had been through in the last year, but these two ladies knew nothing about him. No one knew anything about the Jakob he was today, only Thor and Thio, his brother.
The desk clerk didn’t know what to think of the way Jocelyn suddenly had a roommate and was now scrambling to find her a new key for a larger room. “I..I’m sorry mistress, I hadn’t realized. I shall have your suite made up immediately.” The ‘rescue me’ look he gave Jakob made him laugh. He immediately moved in. “Ladies,” he called out with an ear to ear grin plastered to his gorgeous face. His 5 o’clock shadow gave him a rugged, outdoorsy appearance while his style of dress expressed elegance and the way he moved was sex on a stick. “Hello,” he held a hand out to each of them, his fingers turned up slightly the way a gentleman takes a woman’s hand. “My name is Jakob and I will be your host for this evening. While Rupert gets your suite ready, why don’t I show you to one of our blood lounges so you can sate your thirst while we wait.” He offered, waving a hand gracefully toward the other side of the casino floor.
“I..it’s John, sir.” He heard mumbled from the extremely busy clerk. “Thank you Rupert, that will be all. Please have those suites ready when we return. I’d say 20 minutes.” He held a mischievous grin, thoroughly enjoying calling the man named John by the name of Rupert and loving the way it made him look like he wanted to facepalm so badly but didn’t dare. He offered one arm to each of the ladies and waited for them to let him escort them to dinner.
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Post by Jocelyn R. Chernyy on Nov 27, 2012 18:17:26 GMT 1
Although Jocelyn was still the self-righteous Russian noble from many years ago, she was also very smart. It was her intelligence that had made her maker love her so. That intelligence, carefully cultivated over all her years, was sharp and when Jocelyn heard this new man speak she knew when to connect the dots. Jakob was a person to watch. Like a flare in the sun, staring at him too long might end up in blindness, but if you got the chance to see him it was beautiful.
She extended her hand to caress the inner corner of his arm, tethering herself to the man with such pale eyes as she tossed a look back to the poor desk clerk and spoke in a soft voice. “Thank you, John. I will remember your kindness in this matter.” Jocelyn didn’t wait to watch the clerk as he looked up from scrambling and blinked openly at her. She transitioned into smiling at Jakob and Wynter. “A blood lounge, did you say? I could use a drink. The sand does much to parch my throat.”
One of her arms curled in the crook of his, the other lay on top like a lover. A soft smile and a liquid gaze of her mint colored eyes and all her attention was on her new friends. Well, as if you could call any vampire a friend. She wanted to ask all kinds of important questions, questions about business and the city, instead she kept quiet. Jocelyn had acquainted her living style with one big game of high stakes poker. The game would go on, tension high and thick but you should always bluff about what you had in your hand. This was a game Jocelyn felt adept at playing and sought to play it a very long time.
“Jakob,” she began, the familiar purr of her voice rumbled up from her chest, “what else does a host do in this fine establishment? I can be terribly hard to entertain.” She leaned forward and gave a saucy wink to Wynter as if they were sharing a private joke. Leaning back up, her dress trailing behind her, she grinned. “I’d ask kindly if you’d show us all the fun places in town, but if we’re not back in 20, the poor clerk might have my head.”
The trio looked beautiful. Wynter was all dark and sultry with her tumbling curls, Jakob was good enough to eat with his stubble and fine suit and Jocelyn knew that she shined. That was her bluff, that shining light that once drew humans like moths to a flame. Now that vampires reigned, she needed less shining. Instead, she chose to focus on business, but it didn’t stop her from continuing the chase. Honestly, Jocelyn was intrigued to see the lounge, wanting to see what information she could send back to the Prague branch that ran so smoothly already. There were always kinks to be smoothed, and Jocelyn had a fine hand for that.
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Post by Wynter Leonte Angelo on Nov 27, 2012 21:17:26 GMT 1
This night was getting to be perfect, just her luck on finding this lushes blonde female. She wanted to run her fingers through the silk golden hair of her. Her mind was also thinking other things she wouldn't mind to do with this female. Running her hands over the smooth skin, tasting the lovely lips of this female. Sure she already met this female, yet could one blame her? Last time she had such a fun night, was least before this apocalypse happen. It was at a party, one could say it was a Christmas party. Though really it was the party for the ones who didn't believe it would happen. Course it happened different then what the Mayans foreseen, surely if one could predict this would be the world now, vampire might had been extinct way long ago.
She gave an innocent smile to the female who name she now knew, “ Wynter Angelo” she told her. Course it wasn't a name given to her at birth. She changed it after her parents found out she was a vampire. To them they believed she no longer their daughter or mere one pretending to be her. Two days later her parents had this ceremony and even a grave tomb for their beloved daughter. With the vampire blood running through her veins, she was angered and wanted so to kill them. Shayde stepped in the way, telling her the guilt would forever be with her, and would haunt her if she did so. Later, he helped her choose a new name.
“ I remind you of someone?”she let a smile form on her lips, surely would been impossible for two females to met sometime in the past. Perhaps it could have possible happened, maybe where long ago. Though where it might have been stumbled her. She tried to remember if she seen a girl such as her. There was many blonde she had met, she knew she would have remembered a girl like her. “ I am certain if I met a Women with your beauty I would have remembered”
She gave a innocent look at the desk clerk, who now was seemly unsure how to deal with this female wanting a bigger room for a roommate now. You would think one could be easily know how to deal with such a request, clearly not. How hard could it have been, manners though. She couldn't do a thing, not like she could have done it this was a different time.
She turned her head as she looked at the man, cute looking he was. “ Why thank you for your kindness sir” she looked over him, her eyes scanning over his body. There was something about this man that interested her, though what it was at this time, she couldn't put a finger to. Though her train of deep thoughts were interrupted when he mentioned this blood lounge. “ think a drink would be perfect for such a night, perfect way to begin a night with new people.” It wasn't like she was out to find friends and be all buddy buddy with. However, in a city such as this, one could benefit for having to know the right people. More so to have the right people in case of such problems arose. Even still, she remembered the words Shayde told her ' some vampire will turn your back on you, be careful of not to get attached to any easily'
As Jocelyn wrapped her arm into one of his, she followed doing the same on the other. She returned the wink to the blonde beautiful, seemly knowing what she was talking about. Surely if they were thinking of the same thing, then that room would no longer be just for two. “ surely a host like you has something planned to entertain two female, do hope longer then a mere 20 minutes” Even if this night didn't include him, she wouldn't mind doing something with this female. 'surely a man like yourself can entertain us this evening”
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Post by Jakob Svenska on Nov 28, 2012 1:25:42 GMT 1
Jakob saw this as his chance. His father warned him not to rabble rouse with women he didn’t know but these ladies were going to be worth it. He just knew by the way they were looking at him that he might end up getting what he wanted, something he never thought he would have… He liked how it felt to be aroused around women, especially these ladies since they seemed to like him as well.
“It’s right this way.” He informed them and lead them through a winding maze of casino tables and slot machines. “Don’t worry, my father owns this casino, they will bring the key to us.” He added and lifted both eyebrows in tandem. “We can have some refreshment then we can discuss an agenda for your entertainment this evening, perhaps… in your suite?” Oh boy this was good. He was having the time of his life.
As they approached the heavy white doors, inlaid with a gold design, they swung open, being held by two blood slaves wearing very little clothing. There was a sign on the door, ‘VIP Vampires Only’. They nodded and smiled and Jakob then the two women as they passed. “Don’t worry; you’re a VIP if you are with me.”
Inside the room was carpeted in lush white. The furniture was elegant, white with gold trim. There were plants everywhere and the windows were false lights making it look like it was lit up with sunlight from the outside. “Come, we can go into the garden.” He offered and lead them to French doors that lead into a private room with three blood slaves standing there waiting to fulfill their duties. Jakob broke away from the woman and moved to the plush couch. He held a hand out indicating that this was where they should sit. It they sat there, it would leave enough room for him to sit between them. “Privacy please.” He called to the slaves who immediately drew the curtains. “Now, who’s hungry?” he asked mischievously.
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Post by Jocelyn R. Chernyy on Nov 28, 2012 3:14:31 GMT 1
“I am certain if I met a woman with your beauty I would have remembered.”
Jocelyn grinned, but didn’t have the decency to conjure up a blush to her prominent cheekbones. Beauty was so disgustingly rampant with their kind, as was flattery. She watched their host for only a moment longer before looking again to Wynter. “No. I don’t think it was you. It was a very long time ago and you are much too young, I do believe. Then again, I have been wrong before.”
She gave their host a pat on the arm and spoke in low tones, suggesting secrets. “My name is Jocelyn. Jocelyn Chernyy.” She kept her head high, it was only right that she kept tall. Her name was once mud and she rose above it like a phoenix from the ashes. Not like the Romanov’s. No, they would never recover. Cuddled up, one of three gorgeous creatures, Jocelyn was ready for that warm drink.
The conversation turned mildly suggestive, and Jocelyn didn’t mind in the least. Blood and sex were how she kept her mind sometimes, the focus and control. Still, she wanted business first, then it would be time for relaxing. They walked past scantily clad blood slaves and Jocelyn gave a nibble to her bottom lip. Her adventure to the city of sin, New Vegas, had left her feeling parched and she was more than ready to take her fill on however many little skin wearing blood bags it took.
Jocelyn watched as Jakob gestured to the seats, but she wasn’t quite ready to sit yet. No, she wanted to sniff the delicate selection as if it were the finest of aged wine. She watched the slaves carefully, her mouth opened just a bit as she took in a deep breath. “Yum. They smell wonderful.” Jocelyn wasn’t talking about their state of hygiene, of course, but of the way their blood raced through their veins even to the tiniest of their toes.
As she heard a bit of shuffling behind her, she stopped and tilted her head to the side. “Your father owns this place, you say? And just who is your father?” She turned slowly, one long leg cocked out to the side.
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Post by Wynter Leonte Angelo on Nov 28, 2012 4:07:07 GMT 1
The luck of the night, to meet two beauties at once, surely this didn't happen often, even more so both being vampires. The thought of sharing a one of these blood slave with the two other, sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She could picture the three of them drinking for the blood slave, add a bit of erotic pleasure to the mix. She licked her lips, as the thoughts played in her mind, teasing her with every second.
She was brought back to reality as she heard him speak. His father owned this place? What would that make him then? She assumed after hearing that, this guy was one not to cause trouble around. She did not feel like having to be dragged away, and left to have the sun finish her life. Almost the worst possible way a vampire life could end. She knew the feeling the sun had on the skin, imaging it all over her body with no shelter to escape it. She had to be careful on what she did around this guy now. Sure she was one who wanted to cause bit of trouble, though if it involved having to die by the sun, then it wasn't.
She was impressed now as they entered the VIP lounge, barely here and already was getting treating with VIP quality. This guy was one person she wanted to be on his good side. What else could this guy bring? Hopefully this guy was not all just looks but could bring something else. She felt something else around this guy some kind of vibe. She wanted to know more about this guy, but this female was a distraction at the same time. She moved with elegance and such grace.
She watched her she was carefully looking over the blood slaves, all of them looking so delicious. She didn't realize she was hungry and craving blood till now. How long has it been for her? Very little humans were left in Canada, and many vampires were left to rot in hunger. Shayde saved her for being one of them rotting vampires. She never knew what it was like to starve to death and really didn't want to start. Every muscle in her wanted to just rip into the neck and suck the blood from one. She turned her attention to the female, soon wrapping a delicate arm around her waist, her eyes gazing at the male for a moment. As a light joke she gave a smile “ a guy who is already trying to get into our suite” she looked at him “ should you try and seduce your females before doing such?” she winked at him.
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Post by Jakob Svenska on Nov 28, 2012 5:31:04 GMT 1
Jakob wondered if the women were actually going to sit with him, but he was hungry. His father told him to never eat before a woman you were dining with. He was still always insatiably hungry. His fangs had clicked out without his notice since they did that all the time. He was beginning to think they had gotten the wrong impression of him. He was not uptight and regal like his father and his brother. He was playful, witty, and always getting into trouble.
“My father is Thor Ericsson, my name is Jakob.” He introduced himself, pronouncing his name the way his father did, the J sounding like a Y. He sat down on the couch and leaned back, letting his legs fall open, indicating that he might not care so much about being regal as they might think. He draped his arms across the back of the couch casually.
Jakob looked at Wynter with his head cocked to one side and a confused look on his face. What had she just said? He smile was filled with promises but her words made no sense whatsoever. “Should I do what…Seduce my females before doing what?” he was thoroughly confused and getting hungrier by the moment. He was beginning to think they weren’t as hungry as he was, but as a newborn and with other circumstances, not many vampires had a thirst like his.
“Come, dine with me, I’m famished as you can see.” He grinned mischievously and pointed to his fangs before sitting up and peeling off his coat. His arms were held snug by his shirtsleeves due to his musculature. The shirt hugged his torso, showing every curve and every line of every muscle on his body. He tosses his coat aside and smiled at the two women, “Shall we?” he asked, grinning.
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Post by Jocelyn R. Chernyy on Nov 28, 2012 8:49:47 GMT 1
Jocelyn grinned to Wynter, gliding her hand down the female’s back and across her backside before taking her hand. “Dearest Jakob, is thirsty. After he’s been such a good host, we mustn’t keep this youngling waiting.” She tugged softly on Wynter’s hand, her own thumb coming up to brush against the brunette’s palm. She led Wynter to Jakob’s left hand side, dropping the intimate physical connection before gathering her long train of gown and cuddling up at his right.
When she smiled, her fangs dropped with a click and made her seem almost cat-like for a second as she stared at the slaves. “Jakob, I will trust you to choose my first drink for me. Which one do you think I would enjoy the most?” Her left hand caressed the strength of his thigh innocently through his trousers. “You must forgive me. In my age, I tend to savor a meal. It is not true for everyone, I know.” She smiled, giving Jakob’s thigh a small pat before sitting back regally and placing her hands in her own lap. She looked to the most athletic of the slaves and smiled.
“Let dinner begin, my darlings.” Her breathing grew sharp, the tingles on the back of her neck trained down her spine, making her skin tighten. The tension and expectation of the feed rose within her stomach with fierceness. Jocelyn had been starving many times before, but when she fed, it was always the same. She felt a thrill for the warm, sweet blood that would soon drip down her throat and into her belly, making it slosh with fullness until she felt she could pop!
Still, her eyes were trained upon the slaves, holding her control so tightly it almost hurt. Drinking from a living being was like the most expensive drugs when she had been human. Every cell in her being would soon begin to vibrate with joy. Licking her lips, Jocelyn spared not a glance for her dinner mates. Feast, she would.
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Post by Wynter Leonte Angelo on Nov 28, 2012 19:25:17 GMT 1
She smiled sweetly to Jocelyn, taken the the female hand in hers. She traced her thumb finger over her palm. She allowed her to lead her to the booth, Jakob waiting for them. Course, they couldn't let him wait any longer. His hunger was much more then either of the two females. She sat down on his left side, draping her arm over his shoulders, running her fingers over his neck before letting her hand relax.
Her fang pained in hunger, like a toothache. She licked her lips, the hunger hitting her. Really when was the last time she had a well fed. It was like a wave, the temptation. She could almost hear the blood running through their veins, their hearts pounding with fresh blood. The smell that came off them was such a heavenly scent.
She glanced at Jakob, she remembered the first time being a new vampire. First time she went to her parents, she nearly did rip their necks. Just the smell of their blood, it was like a drug you couldn't get enough of. You wanted more, even if you were full. You wanted ever drop you could get out of the human.
'Anna-Maria you must stop, you will kill her' Shayde hand pulled away away from the blonde female. ' we must not let the humans know about us.' Her face was in a blood mess, and the female heart barely pumping. ' heal her wound with your saliva' his voice was stern, but yet kind. He mere was showing her proper to being a vampire and have little people know.
“ I am surely our host knows the best selection to drink from” her eyes twinkle with excitement. She looked at her well good looking newly vampires she met. She wasn't to ready to want to call them friends if you will. Perhaps in the near future she would.
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Post by Jakob Svenska on Nov 29, 2012 2:48:03 GMT 1
Jakob knew he was not going to get them to begin feeding until he began but now that they were sitting with him, he knew he could summon one of the slaves to him. Jocelyn’s hand on his thigh caused a very male reaction because he had, as of yet, not had a woman touch him that way. Not even a blood slave dared to touch him that way without worrying that his father would punish them. He was going to really enjoy this.
Jakob smirked and made eye contact with the female blood slave and then the male, “There are three of us, we need you both.” He informed them, “Come here.” He motioned with his finger for them to come. “We shall begin with…..” he made a dramatic pause, “You.” He pointed at the woman then patted his lap. She gave him an uncertain look and he gave her a ‘don’t you dare’ look. He knew what she was thinking. Obediently, the woman moved to Jakob and sat in his lap, “Yes, your grace.” She murmured and pulled her hair back.
“What do you ladies prefer, the neck, or the groin?” he asked inquisitively. Now that Jakob had more freedom, he planned to take a femoral artery but he had not decided on male or female yet. He had not really made up his mind which he preferred yet. He leaned his head forward and inhaled the clean fresh scent of the woman and hummed approval, “So hungry.” He purred. He could not resist his hunger any longer. He could feel his manhood pressed against the woman’s ass through his trousers and it only served to fuel his hunger. He tightened his grip around the woman’s waist and growled causing the woman to groan with pleasure.
Jakob was in high heaven. Feeding with two beautiful women, on a beautiful human woman was more than he could hope for. He was careful to sip slowly or he knew he would lose control. He could not help but squirm under the woman, humming with pleasure.
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Post by Jocelyn R. Chernyy on Nov 30, 2012 16:54:30 GMT 1
Jocelyn grinned, removing her hand from Jakob’s leg without a second thought as the beautiful blood slave was inches from her. Smiling kindly, she ran a hand down the slave’s leg and chuckled as the woman shivered lightly. “She has wonderful legs, but I think I shall take a drink from her neck. Certainly seems like the right place for me.”
Jocelyn dropped her hands back, settling herself plainly. Her hunger was biting at her skill, making her want to twist and gnash with it’s power. Instead, Jocelyn seemed bored, her facade firmly in place. The blood slave looked healthy, well and ripe. Perfect eating conditions. They saw similar slaves in Prague and Jocelyn was more than pleased with herself.
Her fangs ached in her mouth and Jocelyn smiled. “Please, darling. Let me get a good angle for my bite, yes?” The slave did as asked, spinning on Jakob’s lap and leaning upon Jocelyn’s frame. Jocelyn exposed the woman’s neck, brushing her hair back as her fangs scraped the flesh. Unable to wait any longer, Jocelyn sank her fangs down with a tiny pop of skin. The pain was minimal for the slave, though she flinched just a bit. Jocelyn’s grip was beyond strong and settled the slave down with a gentle squeeze. She pulled the first mouthful slowly into her throat, letting such nourishment drip down her throat. The cells across Jocelyn’s body felt alive and pulsing and she sucked sweet blood from the slave. Not too much, Jocelyn chuckled inwardly, I do need to share.
She was focused on the slave, but her vision was still clear as she sought to gaze at her dinner partners until the dimmed lights and her own thick lashes. There was still so much she wanted to know.
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Post by Wynter Leonte Angelo on Dec 1, 2012 2:32:08 GMT 1
She watched the women slave approach them, it was clear that she didn't want to be here, like any of them. Her reaction changing as she was told to sit so on his lap, her look of 'you got to be kidding'. She though in the end did as she was told to. She smelled the blood, such a heavenly scent. She sniffed the air, as a deep growl formed in her throat. She leaned in and smelled the female, a finger running down the slaves chest, she felt the female quiver under her touch, she paused at the female leg.
“such lovely legs” she purred, “I can feel the blood flowing” she spoke softly. “ Relax my dear” she told the slave. She ran her hand up the females leg, “now where to bite?” She spoke as if to tease the female. She moved closer up the females thigh, merely inches away from her groin, she could hear the women letting a moan of pleasure, as her two other lovely vampires fed on her.
Her teeth sunk in, piercing the females skin, blood trickling into her mouth. A light moan could be heard from Wynter, such lovely tasting blood. Even though she had not had the taste of blood for a long time, she took her time and drank the blood slowly. The warm blood, such long time since she felt it. The desert heat got to her, when she travelled here. This blood was a wonderful welcoming.
Her eyes were closed as she continued to feed from the female, she finally pulled away, as she licked the spot where she fed, allowing the spot to heal. Her tongue moved then up slightly further up the slave leg, mere a tease to the slave and nothing more. She sat up, licking the blood from her lips “thank you dear for your blood” she smiled at the female.
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