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Date Night [10 Apr 2007|08:40am] It had been a nice night. One of those ones where the air was still just mildly crisp but with an almost tangy sweetness to it. Spring had leapt into the City of Sin and Reverie had found it rather refreshing. That was why she was taking in a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs before she blew it out through her parted lips in a soft whistle. It had been dark now for a few hours. The restaurant had been high end and the investigator was feeling just a little buzzed from the rich large wine she had been given with her meal. There was a faint fruity flavor still dancing across her tongue as she spoke, turning to face Dyan as they walked back to the mortal's hotel. "I can't believe you got reservations, have I thanked you yet?" Though the question was asked the vampire didn't have time to reply as a bashful smile and flash of white teeth were given, "Thank you so much, for such a wonderful night out." It had been too long. since Reverie had spent time with the elder woman. It wasn't until she'd been face to face with her that she realized how much time had passed since they last spent a night together. Work often did that though, with the investigator. So easily swept up that time seemed to not exist. Not forgetful, no, more like being enthralled. Drawn into solving giant puzzles. Though not tonight. Dyan had enjoyed her own dinner, though in a different way. She beamed at Reverie as the younger woman gave her thanks rapid fire with a sweet smile. The vampire took a warm hand in her own and squeezed it. "You're very welcome for the evening, it was a pleasure for me as well so I should thank you too." Yes, the investigator's work kept them apart all too often, but the elder blonde had her fair share of the blame as well. Out late causing trouble as was her nature, but she hoped it wouldn't be held against her too much. They swept along, hand in hand, drawing stares as they walked through the crowds. Two well dressed, apparently well off women who were both clearly content with their lots in life was a rare thing to see in Vegas. More often it was people who had lost it all or people who were burning themselves out with excitement. And the occasional small child who had apparently escaped its parent. As was the case now. The vampire stopped short as a lovely, dark haired little girl darted into their path and stopped to gaze at them with big eyes. "Why thank me? You're the one who paid." Reverie lifted a slender rusty blonde eyebrow and grinned. Stopping quickly as the small girl ran out and stopped in front of them. Blinking quickly, Reverie tried to focus, her good mood leaving her temporarily as those big dark eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Hey there, what's wrong?" There wasn't really anything she could do except look back at the little girl who managed to choke out thickly, "I've lost my mommy." Then, more bravely as her lower lip quivered, "I'm Lilly." There was a tense moment when the child chewed her lower lip, her little chin wobbling in an almost stuttering fashion as she fought her obvious fear. Silently pleading to be helped as she held her hand out towards Reverie. "Oh sweetheart, I remember when I was about eight, I got lost in a big super market and thought my mum had left me." Breaking her contact with Dyan, her hand reached out to clasp the smaller warm one, squeezing it reassuringly. "I had been looking at the comics and toys, but she found me. It'll be alright, I promise." The young investigator tore her eyes away from the dark ones gazing up at her, only to search the crowd for someone who may look like the child standing before Dyan and herself. "Do you know where you and your mommy were going?" Dyan watched Reverie and the little girl interact, faintly amused and feeling fairly indulgent. She would have laughed at the comment about having paid for dinner, but Lilly seemed to have put a clamp on that. She could see past the tears, a spark of mischief there in those big, brown eyes and it made the vampire shake her head. She clasped her hands behind her and stayed silent until the kid pulled her hand free of the investigator's with a giggle and took off running down the street. "That's gratitude for you, honestly." She was pretty certain the younger blonde would be hurt or irritated, the elder blonde was certainly irritated on her companion's behalf. Reverie wasn't hurt. Not exactly, anyway. More concerned and a little worried. "If I did that when I was her age my dad would have boxed my ears." Though quietly, part of her hoped that Lilly would be alright. Regardless of playing mean jokes, she was a child. A child alone in a big, sinister, city. Shaking her head, the investigator took Dyan's hand once more and began walking down the street towards her hotel. She didn't want the incident with the girl and her cry wolf story to upset the rest of their night. Not when it had been so long since the last. "So, what else do you have planned when we get back, hm?" Rather than look at Dyan the younger blonde kept her gaze straight ahead. Though her lips twitched with mild mischief, and her hand tightened around the vampire's. Moments later they were walking through the doors of the hotel and making their way to Reverie's room. Dyan shook her head at the little girl's antics and squeezed Reverie's hand tightly though she didn't say anything about boxing ears. She glanced at the younger woman with a grin and noted the twichy lips with a smirk. "I don't know, I thought maybe we could settle down on the couch with ice cream and tissues and watch Gone With The Wind or Wuthering Heights or something like that," she teased, though her face was perfectly straight and her tone was completely even. She trailed the fingers of her free hand along the wall of the hallway and then paused as they reached the door to the investigator's room. "D'ya think that'd be acceptable?" Her face gave her away this time though, she had no intentions of using the couch or the television tonight. Though they might use tissues and ice cream. The look that Reverie tried to conceal on hearing an apparent, very serious, Dyan state Gone With The Wind, was almost painful. "Mmh." The investigators lips pressed together as she tried desperately not to offend the elder blonde. She was a horrible person, she mused, since she was struggling so much to find something nice to say. Though when she turned to unlock the door and glimpsed Dyan, her expression changed to one of teasing indignation. "How could you!" The door was pushed open as Reverie's left hand moved up to shove Dyan playfully, her face reddening. "That wasn't funny! So, not funny, you mean, mean girl." That was when she flounced past the vampire, chin lifted high in mock huff as she entered her living room and sat her cell on the coffee table. Embarrassed wasn't a strong enough word. Dyan burst out in full belly laughter at the indignation so adorably displayed for her benefit. She took the shove in stride, taking a step back so her balance wouldn't disappear and a grin split her face as she followed Reverie through the room. Once the younger woman stopped to set the phone down the vampire swept her into her arms, the rapid beat of a heart and the rise and fall of her chest bring a rush of warmth to the usually cool face. She laid a kiss on the investigator's cheek and then let her go again. She sauntered into the kitchen and opened the freezer with the intent of finding something cold to use on the warmer woman's body. Being scooped up and kissed on the cheek caused a most un-lady like squeak to escape an already embarrassed investigators lips. Reverie tried to fake sheer calm by ignoring the deliberate affection and promptly running her fingers through her loose dirty blond hair. When she turned around, all intent on going to her room to change, she faltered when she saw Dyan half in her fridge. All that was in it was various condiments and ice cubes. Save the bottled water. Really, she would go shopping any day now. "Looking for something?" It was asked as she walked on past. Dyan palmed a couple of the ice cubes with a grin that was hidden in the freezer as she shook her head. "Nope, not that there's much to look for here," she teased lightly, her voice muffled as the younger woman walked past. The magnetic seal slapped against the metal frame as she closed the door of the ice box and she took the slowly melting cubes with her as she followed Reverie into the bedroom. The cubes landed on the bed as the vampire decided she would help the investigator change. Change from being clothed to being naked and panting, anyway. "Look, you leave my lack of fridge things alone. It'll be full again... At some point." It wasn't lack of funds, or lack of wanting, it was the simple fact of hating shopping malls. The thought gave her a shudder and briefly she remembered Lilly and her own little shopping mall horror story. That however, was forgotten instantly when an additional pair of hands suddenly seemed intent on unbuttoning her shirt. "Can I help you with something?" It was said teasingly, though she was facing the wall. Dyan had stepped up behind her, and while it was good that she couldn't see her blush, it was bad because the investigator was caught off guard. Maybe that was a good thing, actually. When her pants were shimmed off she stood still, head tilting slightly as she turned to look over her shoulder at the elder blonde. "Hmm?" Dyan continued to help Reverie undress without answering anything that had been said previously. When the younger woman was completely clothed in slightly cool air, the vampire stood back and admired the bare skin. One finger reached out to trace the long lines of muscle in the investigator's back, the tip chilly by nature but made cooler by the cubes which were currently making a wet spot at the foot of the bed. When she finally spoke, her voice was even lower and more sultry than usual, "You could help me try on the same outfit you're wearing, so we can have a little party." It was amazing that Reverie didn't find that comment funny. Well no, she did, but the finger running down her back stopped any laughter there might have been and replaced it instead with a subtle shiver. Turning slowly, her gaze found Dyan's and didn't waver. Making sure it was the woman's eyes she was looking at as her hands began to travel, loosening clothes and removing them fully until there was just a simple pool of cloth at the vampire's feet. No words were exchanged, the investigator didn't have to say anything vocally. Everything she was saying was conveyed in her eyes that were looking deeply into Dyan's. Dyan stood perfectly still and held Reverie's gaze as those warm hands loosed and removed her clothes with easy skill. No, nothing needed to be said. She stepped out of the pile of fabric at her feet and into the investigator's arms. Once there, she paused briefly to savor the feeling of it but then she bent her head and captured the other woman's mouth with her own for a very slow, teasing kiss. Cool hands warmed rapidly as they roamed lightly and slowly along every inch of skin they had been missing for the past however long it had been since they last spent a night. If she'd been one to breathe, she would have let out a soft sigh, a blend of contentment and arousal. The noise that Dyan would have made was one that Reverie did make. Once her lips were captured that soft noise caught in the back of her throat while arms reached up and clutched at the vampire's strong shoulder blades. Just taking a moment to feel Dyan's body against her own. The way it shaped and fit into hers without either having to move. The kiss continued with careful and deliberate memorization going on. Each feeling, each reaction, each taste, the investigator wanted to have it all stored to memory. Dyan's hands continued to roam slowly, though the pressure they submitted to Reverie's skin became more firm with each pass they made. Eventually, nails were added into the mix, though they were light scrapes rather than an attempt to draw blood. The vampire rarely forgot anything tactile, though she was doing the same as the investigator in a way. Her mouth moved gently away from the warm one it had been kissing and slipped along the younger woman's jaw, teased and nibbled the edge of an ear and kissed along a sweet, slender neck. Those lips, warmed from the woman they were kissing, trailed lightly along an upper chest that moved with each breath, nipped lightly at the swells of flesh as they dipped lower and eventually paused at now pebbled nubs to lave them tenderly. Each little run of nails against her back, her sides, her shoulders, it all sent little tendrils of electricity through her. Skin heated up as breath caught in her throat and with each low exhale of warm air Reverie's skin tinged a deeper shade of pink. Lips, now red and full, looked almost swollen from the attention they had received. Sharp teeth caught her lower one and bit down just hard enough to stifle the moan threatening to spill from her throat and break the silence. The slightest sheen of sweat breaking out across her skin, shimmering in the low lighting with each rise and fall of her chest as lungs fought to get more air. It was mesmerizing, the feel of Dyan's hair tickling down her skin as her tongue tasted as much as it could without rushing. The investigator shivered and shifted, a reflex action as her flesh was caught in the vampire's mouth caused her legs to squeeze together as her left hand finally sunk into the silky golden mane of Dyan's hair. Both back and neck arched at the sensation, Reverie's free hand coming up first to cover her own mouth as a sharp little gasp and ragged breath was released, the faint glimpse of a whimper trailing out as that hand lowered to clamp on Dyan's shoulder. The finger tips kneading the muscle there like it were dough, before sliding around to caress the base of the woman's neck. Dyan continued to let her mouth trace lower, the sweat slicking Reverie's body served to speed her pace up just a little bit and as she moved, she nipped the edge of the younger woman's navel lightly. She hands, warmed from their explorations caught tensed thighs and squeezed them firmly, maybe even a little roughly as her mouth wandered over the crest of one hip and slipped to the other. The hand that tugged in her hair and the other that grasped so tightly on her shoulder and caressed the back of her neck were urging her on and the carpet, rough under her knees crackled with static as she shifted on it. Without a word, she swept the investigator onto the bed and the longer, cooler body covered the warm one in a possessive way as lips descended and claimed the slightly swollen, deeply red mouth for their own. One hand held the older woman up as the other groped to find one of the discarded ice cubes. It was caught, slid from her grasp and captured again, then brought abruptly against very warm skin to skid and leave a cold, wet trail in its wake. Of course, there was a kiss warmed mouth following it to soothe the sensations it caused, but that mouth was smiling like the cat who got the cream. Reverie's head spun, blue eyes rolled and eyelids finally closed when a guttural sound echoed out of her small frame to sound out against the walls of her bedroom. It was almost haunting, like a ghostly melody. Her arms wrapped around Dyan's shoulders as she was suddenly lifted. Soft breath escaped her with ease as her body fell back against the plush duvet and sank a few inches into it. Nimble hands reached up to clasp around Dyan's back, finger tips digging in to hold the woman closer, forcing the contact of skin on skin as if the investigator needed it like oxygen. At the moment she honestly thought she did. Simple words floated from her lips without her consent, sporadic and without much sense such as, "Don't stop." Followed by, "Come back." The ice that touched her skin caused such an intense shock that Reverie's body went rigid at the contact, breath catching as if someone had just thrown her into the ocean. Her fingers tightened almost painfully on the vampire's shoulder blades until short nails threatened to break the skin. As Dyan moved South there was a struggle as Reverie's hand's tried to follow her and bring her back up. Needing her against herself fully, wanting to wrap her arms around those strong shoulders and feel the muscles in her back, her arms, all work as they moved. Breathing was shallow now, and her feet twitched of their own accord. The restless urgency to hold the woman against herself was growing quickly and her grip wasn't as firm when her fingers started to tremble. Dyan slid back up the heated body as the last of the cube melted to nothing, "What is it that I can do for you?" She pressed herself full length along Reverie and lapsed into silence as dark blue eyes met and held with pale blue ones. The light was so low in here, their pupils were huge. It was incredibly sexy to see the younger woman like that, to know that all the desire in that gaze and the tremble in the fingers holding her in place was caused by her. She dropped several small kisses on the investigator's mouth, jaw and throat as she laid there next to the other woman in silence. When Dyan moved back up Reverie snaked her arms around her tightly, knowing the woman didn't have to breathe was a bit of a blessing right now, otherwise she'd be struggling for air in a second. However, her delight at getting to hold the woman so ferociously was dampened at the question and her lower lip was suddenly assaulted by sharp teeth as a frenzied glint sparkled in her eyes. "Don't stop." It was blurted out quickly, so fast it sounded more like 'Dunstup' but that was all that was being said, instead her teeth went back to biting her lip and she wriggled under the woman, soft keening noises being made in the back of her throat. Restless and needy, it was a side to the investigator that only Dyan got to see. Right now the younger blonde was pleading unashamedly with her eyes. Later however, she may feel embarrassed about it, but right now it didn't matter. Dyan let a low chuckle vibrate through her body before she claimed Reverie's mouth in a hungry kiss. One hand supported the vampire's weight as the other roamed over warm, moist skin, teasing and raunting, pinching here and there. She didn't mind being held so tightly, it was very nice to be needed that way, but right this second, she had something she needed to do and she couldn't do it in her present position. She broke the kiss roughly and straddled the younger woman, squeezing her hips lightly before she scooted down and traced one fingertip through a maze of damp, coarse hair and along a slick crease. It was just a very light touch to begin with, but then her hands made the same claim as her mouth had. Fingers plunged into that wetness with very little ceremony or gentle intent and lips soon joined in the pleasure. Not that any pressure at all was put on the nerves that would really amp up the sensation, not yet. Those long fingers bent and stroked without really moving in and out. They were memorizing as much as her eyes did. Finally, she began a slow rhythm of thrusts combined with a fluttering pattern created by her tongue. Her free hand stroked slow and easy along a taut belly and perfectly curved hips. Just like last time, the woman had been there then gone. Reverie let out a little wail of disappointment but soon forgot all about it at the sensations suddenly coursing through her body. It happened so fast that she wasn't sure what was happening, but dear lord, she didn't want it to stop. Hands gripped shoulders and legs wrapped around Dyan as much as possible, intent on keeping her right... There... Where she needed her most right now. Each breath taken and let out was a whimpered moan, unable to control herself any longer as they escaped her with abandon. It wasn't something she was used to. Lack of control, especially over her own functions, was completely terrifying when she stopped to think on it. Not that she was thinking now, she couldn't, all she could do was whine and grasp at Dyan. Until... Her body arched almost violently and she cried out, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the beat of her heart until she couldn't distinguish herself from it. It seemed like an eternity, those few seconds of sheer bliss that cascaded over her. Then she collapsed into the softness of her duvet again, panting and trying to catch her breath. Dyan was extremely glad she didn't require breathing to keep her body going right then. Strong thighs and hands held her in place as she worked her own particular brand of magic on Reverie's private bits. She could have escaped if she'd wanted, but she was very content where she was. As the younger woman's climax crashed over her and her thighs practically crushed the vampire's head, the stroke of her tongue changed from fast and fluttery to slow and firm. Her fingers went still, then drew out slowly, but her mouth stayed where it was, lapping and cleaning and soothing and riding out the tremors until the investigator finally relaxed. Then the older blonde disentangled herself and crawled up the younger woman slowly, lowering herself to hold the now spent lady in her arms. A protective gesture now, instead of possessive. Reverie herself turned to face Dyan, curling up in the woman's arms and nuzzling wearily at the elder blonde's neck and jaw. Little kisses being given as arms wrapped around the woman and she snuggled in. Only to wriggle free again, an apologetic glance being given as she mumbled quietly, "Bathroom." Face now burning for another reason, the investigator stood on shaky legs and pulled on her underwear and a simple T-shirt before padding into the bathroom. Moments later she re-appeared, stretching with a yawn and an almost impish grin as she pointed this time to her bedroom door. "Milk, then bed, promise." True to her word, Reverie made her way into her kitchen and opened the fridge, pulled out a cartoon of milk and set it on the counter. Opening one of the cupboards above she reached up to grab her favorite mug and... Missed. Finger tips brushed against it a second time as she looked up and frowned. Now on her tip toes, she managed to almost grasp it then nothing. Maybe she had pushed it too far back earlier when she had her shoes on? Standing on her washing machine for leverage, one last swipe took the mug out of the cupboard and she poured the milk into it. Walking back into the room sipping it before finishing it off and curling back up on her bed beside the vampire. Dyan chuckled again and nodded as Reverie pulled away to use the bathroom. While the younger woman was in the kitchen doing who knew what, the vampire took the opportunity to go into the bathroom herself. When the investigator arrived with a bit of a milk mustache, the older blonde laughed outright and wiped it away lightly with the pad of her thumb. "Ready for sleep?" It was close to sunrise already, a quick glance at the curtains told the story. She got up to close the little gap in the fabric and then snuggled back down into the bed, one arm snaking out to claim the smaller woman and hold her close. If Dyan's heart beat, it would have been fast and strong right then. Drawn

Innocence Lost [11 Nov 2006|06:48pm] After running into Connor the first thing that entered her mind was Dyan. It had been too long since she'd seen the woman. That was why, once in her car, she found herself driving straight to the hotel the vampire lived in. Parking it and locking it with a nice double beep, Reverie made her way to the elevator and up. She hadn't went home. Still only wore a white blouse and black pants but it all seemed good as any. Well, maybe a little formal perhaps but hopefully the elder blonde wouldn't mind. Left hand was raised and knuckles were brought down lightly against the door twice. Fingers ran through her hair in an idle fashion as she waited. Realizing she had not brushed it and so it would look wind swept, and hopefully interesting rather than the natural messy-couldn't-find-a-brush look. Dyan came up the stairs half a moment after Reverie knocked on her door and she smiled as she saw the younger woman waiting there for the door to be answered. She leaned against the wall and jangled her keys lightly against her thigh. Yes, she was playing, but she was allowed, especially since it had been ages since their last encounter. "No one's at home there, young lady, anything I can help you with though?" She was dressed very similarly to the investigator, except in color. Her slacks were khaki and pressed to a razor edge crease down the front, her blouse was deep burgundy. She pushed off the wall and approached the other woman and slipped her key into the lock to open the door. She held it open so Reverie could go in first and then closed it behind them before offering a hug and a hello. Reverie wouldn't have minded, had she not been fussing at her shirt and smoothing out the sleeves when she heard the keys jangle. Lips were pressed together just as the back of her neck flamed. Turning just as the voice reached her ears caused her cheeks to soon tinge red much like the skin of her neck. Caught, acting like a silly little girl meeting someone. Well ok, she was, but, not so much with the little girl anymore. "You know, maybe you could help, I was looking for a woman. Same height as you, actually." That was all she could manage before her mouth betrayed her and flashed a dazzling smile at Dyan. When the door was held open she walked inside with a thank you. "You look really good." Sometimes it was the simple things that just set someone off. The hug was returned tightly. Dyan flashed a grin back and let go of Reverie, kissed her cheek and moved into the kitchen. "Thank you, so do you." She laughed softly and rummaged around for a minute. "Are you hungry at all?" She leaned on the counter and watched the investigator, who was still a very attractive shade of pink, for a moment. "It's very nice to see you, how are you? How's work?" Hopefully she hadn't been called in to investigate any of the vampire's most recent handi-work. That had been a most awkward situation. Really. Reverie looked down at herself and stifled laughter, mumbling a quiet, "If you say so." to herself before clearing her throat and walking into the kitchen after the woman. Icy gaze landed softly on Dyan's throat however for a brief second before she looked away with a simple. "Yes actually, I am." Though she didn't state for what. "I'm doing well, work's same as usual. Nothing very interesting." "Oh, I need to tell you though. I bumped into this young man I'd met a few weeks ago. He asked me if I wanted to join him to hear some band? He knows the singer, or something." Lips twitched into a slight grin. "I was so caught off guard I said yes, it's alright though, I'm sure he meant it friendly rather than flirty." Well, she hoped, at least. Dyan caught Reverie into her arms and smiled. She'd caught the glance at her throat and thought it was a good thing she'd eaten already because she was going to be dinner later. "We'll get you fed shortly then, glad work isn't very interesting.. when it is, that can be not fun." She arched an eyebrow and gave a small smirk at what sounded like being asked for permission to go out with someone to see a show and then changed tactics abruptly with a crushingly possessive kiss that landed smack on the investigator's mouth before she answered. "You may go wherever you want, with whomever you wish, but if anyone tries anything ..untoward.. with you, I shall have to kill them. Literally." She fought to hide a smile as she used words and cadence that sounded more like they were from a romance novel set in the 1800's than current language and slang. Yes, the last time work had been interesting it had actually involved Dyan. Not the most pleasant of times in her life. "Will we now?" Reverie smiled, though she dipped her head slightly as it happened, aware she'd been caught. Again. It was the roughness of the kiss that left her reeling backwards slightly, her left hand grabbing onto Dyan's arm to steady herself once it finished. There was no words for several moments as the young blonde caught her breath. "I..." She shook her head slightly. "Don't you joke about things like that, I don't want to be the cause of people's deaths because they may like me a little more than friends." It was meant to be chiding, really it was, it just didn't work when you were trying to suppress a grin. Dyan hold the young woman close to herself and chuckled, just a quiet rumble in her chest, really. It very much pleased her to leave Reverie reeling and she leaned down a bit to touch her mouth to the investigator's ear lightly. "I wasn't joking." She ran her hands over the blonde hair that was a shade or two lighter than her own and smiled as she spoke in a more normal tone of voice as she explained further, "I don't care who likes you, or in what way. So long as my hands and mouth are the only ones used on you." The vampire's selfish nature shone through clearly in that moment, a claim laid even more clearly than the night Grace had shown her face on Reverie's doorstep. "So do tell me, should we change clothes to get you fed?" Will it ruin our shirts was more like it. She had indeed changed the subject, but what she'd said was all she had to say on the matter. Wide eyed, Reverie opened her mouth to say something then closed it again. "Mm." Shit. Maybe she should warn people who look at her or flirt. Wait a moment what was she thinking? Oh... If they touched her intimately... Well now... Wasn't that... "Possessive much?" Reverie grinned, slightly, "are you going to pee on me, you know, mark your territory?" Yes, she was making it more light hearted. Mostly because she didn't want to deal with the thought of Dyan literally killing people who touched. Not that anyone was going to be getting the opportunity or permission, but still. "I like the shirt you're wearing, so yes, we should change." Accidents happened, didn't they? Dyan gave a brilliant smile and nodded. "I absolutely am, look at how long it took me to win you over." She winked and then burst out laughing at Reverie's question. "That's disgusting, I may be without a soul, but pee?" She laughed all the harder and took the other woman's hand to lead her into the bedroom. The vampire undid the buttons of her own blouse and undid her bra, left it all draped over a chair and picked a tee shirt from a drawer, slipped it over her head and then retied her hair into a proper ponytail. "I'm going to change everything, no point in being comfortable from the waist up," she commented with a grin as she kicked her pumps off and under the chair. The slacks came off and were traded for a pair of soccer shorts, all the while she watched the investigator with a smile. The investigator almost snorted on hearing the revulsion the vampire had towards her comment. "Well, no offence, your kind are renowned for their bedroom activities to venture near the kinkier side of the deviant spectrum." To put it mildly, at least. However, while Dyan was watching Reverie once they were in the bedroom, the investigator was trying not to watch Dyan. Though naturally, failed miserably. Arms were folded under her breasts as she willed herself to look into the elder woman's face and not else where. "That makes sense, I think I'll just, well..." She didn't want to change just to feed. So as nimble fingers removed her own blouse and pants, she busied herself with folding them before finally saying. "I'll just put them back on afterwards." Well, she was wearing underwear, it could have been worse, really. Dyan smirked and nodded. "you are absolutely correct, we do tend toward the deviant, but urine.." a shudder shook her frame even as she grinned at Reverie who was staring at her. She let her eyes wander down the youthful frame of the investigator and let go a mock sigh when she decided not to go with a tee and shorts as well. "Now I feel over dressed!" So of course, being the shameless, immoral creature that she was, she promptly stripped down to only her panties. "Much better." She stretched out, a scrape on her side showcased suddenly. It had happened earlier when she had been feeding on a particularly hard fighter. "Well honestly stranger things happen. Well, more disgusting things, rather. Urine isn't strange, though cats glows under UV light." She promptly shut her mouth after that and hoped she wouldn't open it again for the rest of the night. Babbling was un-cool. So very not cool. Though in her defense it was Dyan's fault for stripping down to just panties. Reverie's mind had shut down while her mouth was still open and words just tended to flow out regardless of what they were. It didn't take long for her gaze to land on the scrape but she thought better to ask. Instead she contented herself with tracing along it with her finger tips after she'd moved closer to the bed. "Playing rough, I see." Though it was said quietly, just because she was suddenly closer to the woman. Dyan gave a snort at the little bit of trivia concerning cat waste and a certain light spectrum and she wrapped one arm around Reverie as those warm fingers landed on the scrape up her side. "I usually do," came the answer. The vampire ran a cool finger along the line of the other woman's jaw, prepared herself for the bite she knew would come very soon. It was always a shock when the teeth tore the skin for the first time. But it always ended up pleasant, she thought with a smile as she lowered herself to the bed and took the investigator with her. "Come and eat so this scrape was worth the effort." It was said semi playfully, she'd had no idea the other woman would be visiting tonight and wanting to feed. She pressed a kiss to the warm mouth and then laid back in expectant silence. Usually Reverie didn't mind when Dyan was semi naked. Really, she just tried not to look. Tonight seemed different. Possibly because she was now suddenly laying on the woman, on her bed, and getting ready to sink her natural fangs into her throat. Or maybe it was because she'd just been told to come and eat and well, she knew what that sometimes meant between two woman. It didn't help her blush so she buried her face against the elder woman's neck and breathed deeply. Teeth were bared against the woman's cooler skin just before her tongue was swiped up the side. Like a surgeon wiping over the area about to be cut with the scalpel, the investigator's teeth were pressed against the pale neck, the skin giving way with a soft pop like caviar against her tongue and the first mouthful of thickly crimson liquid flooded her mouth. Dyan could feel Reverie's face heat up against her neck and then came the tongue and the teeth, the pop of her own skin breaking was loud in the silence of the dimly lit room. Her arms tightened around the younger woman as the blood she'd just filled up on was slowly drained back out. The vampire's body shifted slowly beneath the warm weight of the investigator, not discomfort that caused it, but something else that stirred slowly in the pit of her belly. Something more primal. Her hands smoothed slowly down the young woman's back as she took a breath for the sole purpose of offering a pleased sigh to the night. Each swallow was slow, savoring the taste as she fed and making sure she wasn't taking any more than she needed. Five swallows was one nice pint for her and that was when she licked over the wounds still slightly ebbing crimson. The movement under her was becoming quite the distraction, mostly because she found herself slowly moving against the woman in return. Pulling back just enough, lips tinged with Dyan's life she let bright green eyes find the elder blonde's. "Making you restless?" It was said low, whispered really as the sigh touched her ears ad she grinned slightly. Watching the woman below her intently. The feel of Reverie moving with her made Dyan move a bit more, almost as if it was an encouragement for something that hadn't happened between them yet. The vampire had been very patient, but it was harder with each meeting not to take what she powerfully desired. Blue eyes that were naturally dark, but had darkened and shadowed further with desire opened slowly to meet the bright green ones that were always so startling. There was no return grin, instead she moved her head to the side slightly before lifting it and capturing the bloodied mouth in a slow kiss. Of course she was restless, she was a highly sensory driven creature, a beautiful woman laid atop her, complete with pulse and fed from her, a one of a kind experience that was a total arousal booster. The kiss was welcomed, green eyes closing as she let the mouth explore her own as her hands shifted to hold her up more. As if she were about to do push-ups, only she wasn't. Her hands were comfortably sunk into the pillow on either side of Dyan's head. However she soon found her knee between the vampire's and each slow rocking movement started to cause its own gentle burn within the investigator. The sigh that left her lips cascaded onto Dyan's instead. Breaking the kiss, Reverie moved to kiss the vampire's jaw line, her breath warm and soft against the cooler skin before she lifted her face up to look at the woman, her blonde hair pooled against the pillow making Reverie think of some powerful animal. Like a lion, for instance. Dyan found a great deal of freedom when Reverie's hands shifted up and she took advantage of that to touch the young woman's belly and stroke her breasts slowly as they rocked together. The sigh that filled her mouth was breathed in and let back out slowly. When the kiss was broken, her head tipped to the side again to allow the access those warm lips sought and then came back to meet green eyes. She pressed her foot into the bed, lifted her hips just slightly to increase the friction between their bodies as she held the younger woman's gaze in silence. Her hands had stilled, cupped around the set of ribs that moved with each breath taken. **Begin Adult Content** There was a moment when all Reverie could do was remember to breathe. Those hands on her body were driving away any other thoughts she may have had to begin with. Swallowing she continued to watch the woman below her. Until finally, a quiet, "Are you going to take what you want or what?" was offered in a soft rush. Normally Reverie would have blushed at how forward she was being. Yet somehow, normal just didn't fit into the picture at all anymore. Not when you'd just fed off your vampiric girlfriend. If Dyan's heart was the kind to beat, it would have quickened with that offer, palms would have gone sweaty as well. But it wasn't and her hands remained dry, though they had warmed from the continued contact with Reverie's skin. "Not without your permission," came the softly growled reply, even as she pushed the younger woman over and slipped atop her warm body, leaned down and claimed her mouth before any answer could be given. She made full use of the supernatural strength that had come with the loss of heartbeat and let her hands roam lightly all over that warm, ever moving skin, holding her own weight with her legs alone. This could turn very nicely messy, very quickly. The idea pleased her intensely and that was reflected in the way she kissed the investigator. The investigator opened her mouth to say something but instead suddenly found herself on her back with a quiet grunt. Lips were then on hers and her arms wrapped around the blonde's back, short finger nails biting into cooler flesh as she struggled to try and pull her closer. The kiss turned rough, Reverie's teeth lightly cutting her own lips as well as Dyan's in her barely suppressed passion and excitement. As hands roamed her body it twitched and arched to get more contact. Every cell in her body longing for the vampire's touch, and mourning its loss as the hands moved from place to place. Her own hands moved, one slipping up to tangle deliciously into the thick blonde tresses as her other glided down the vampires spine. Fingers then trailing back up her side and stopping just below her breasts. Thumb stroking firmly against the rib that it lay on. Dyan's body reacted to Reverie's touch, just as the opposite was happening beneath her and at the slashing, passionate kiss that was returned in force, her own movements turned rough. Fingers pinched, nails scraped, teeth grew sharper, though her face didn't change, not entirely. Her eyes gleamed gold in the low light as she slid to one side and forced one arm beneath the smaller woman to cradle heat to cool. Her free hand traced muscles and bone, looping and trailing lower and lower until it brushed fabric and then fingers teased over that without mercy. They pressed and slid and manipulated sensitive flesh through the panties. "Je-... Go-... Mmrph!" The kiss was broken as hands traveled lower and her body suddenly jolted when Dyan reached a certain place through fabric. The younger blonde pressing her lips together as her hips raised up and her back arched, forcing her shoulders into the bed more firmly. Hands grasped and pulled, trying to get as close to the other woman as possible to nuzzle, but in doing so that meant when her girlfriend's fingers moved against her again that nuzzling resulted in a bite. Right into the vampire's shoulder. It wasn't thought about, it just happened. Which was natural during such activities, except most girls didn't have such sharp teeth and puncture their lovers. So as teeth sank into flesh and blood coated her tongue she gave a low growl, lashing her tongue against the skin in her mouth before releasing it from her teeth. Dyan took the jolt as permission and the panties found themselves torn apart as the seams when Reverie's teeth sank into her shoulder. That resulted in total access and cool fingers sank slowly, slowly between hot, wet lips and wriggled deeper. A soft growl escaped her throat at the sensation of it, the arm pinned under the young woman flexed and pulled their bodies closer together. The vampire claimed the investigator's mouth with her own, those fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm as they both got used to the action. The older blonde was incredibly aroused though and the position they were in was not destined to last for very long at all. The position didn't matter right now because the investigator was so worked up that she wouldn't be able to control herself for much longer anyway. As panties got torn off the sting of the material breaking across her skin caused an almost snarled growl. Her more animalistic side kicking in and growing with each passing second. When fingers found the destination they'd been wanting for such a long a time Reverie caught her breath. Just before it started to escape her again in short sharp gasps at the new but so very welcomed sensations. Teeth and tongue worked against Dyan's as lips were pushed together until they felt bruised. The urgency in it was hungry, as deep as it was fiery. The heart beating in Reverie's chest getting faster until she could hear her own blood rush through her veins. Dyan freed her arm and her mouth from Reverie's and shifted until her shoulders were beneath the younger woman's knees and pushing up at her thighs. She could smell the arousal on the investigator and it made her mouth water. Her fingers were still inside and moving, but now her mouth joined the fray and descended on the bundle of nerves just above where her hand moved. Her tongue worked over everything it could reach, tasting, teasing, testing the smaller woman's will. Her free hand roamed up to rest on an ever moving hip, to hold her still somewhat so neither of them was injured, also to stoke the fire she knew was burning in the young woman even higher. As soon as the mouth left hers she gave a whimpered cry at the loss of contact. Where was Dyan going? Surely she wasn't stopping, not right now, not when she was... Oh... Strong shoulders were suddenly under her legs and Reverie bit her lower lip. A faint trickle of crimson leaking down her chin from under one sharpened tooth. The gasp seemed to be ripped from the air at the first touch of the woman's mouth on her, quickly followed by a guttural moan that appeared to have come all the way from her toes, which were now curling as heels dug into the vampire's back. Left hand automatically entangling in blonde hair tightly as her free hand went above her own head. Uselessly clutching at the bed sheets as her hips tried to lift up and were forced into place with a strong hand. Dyan gave a satisfied sound as she curled those fingers inside Reverie and then slowly pulled them out, only to move her mouth lower and taste everything she couldn't reach before. Her sticky hand rubbed into the bed sheets before it slipped up to fondle every body part it could reach, given the awkward position its owner was presently in. After several hard pinches and gentle strokes were bestowed, those fingers went to reclaim their warm, wet hiding place. She used the flat of her tongue to press down slowly on that bunch of nerves that was exposed to her, but the scent of blood so close to the surface, combined with her own state of mind and the desire to push the investigator to climax and beyond sped the pace of her mouth and fingers up quite a bit. That was it. The limit she could take seemed to shatter and the breath she'd only just taken seemed to be getting cried back out in a distorted version of her girlfriend's name. Her hand clenched in blonde hair as her body tensed and constricted as the release crashed over her like a tidal wave. Literally leaving her breathless and wet in more ways than one. Skin glistened with sweat and eyes were bleary and gazing up at the ceiling. Each limb tingled and yet she couldn't move them. Every cell in her body was pulsing, and there was aftershocks that caused legs to twitch and breaths to hitch. Small noises were leaving her throat as she basked in the warmest sensation she'd ever felt before. Dyan slowly eased her fingers free as Reverie struggled to catch her breath and licked curiously gently, several times over the pulsing skin of her now official lover's private places. Then she crept up and gathered the still twitching young woman into her arms, listening to the heartbeat that was still incredibly rapid as it echoed in her very sensitive ears. One hand made soothing motions over skin that she knew would be very sensitive, her mouth, still warm from its most recent activity, claimed the investigator's in a gentle, sweet kiss that was totally at odds with the way the vampire usually worked. Even the gentle licking caused little whimpers and Reverie soon curled up into the vampire as close as she possibly could, lips brushing against Dyan's tenderly as she started to regain the ability to move her limbs again. One arm snaked its way across the vampire's waist just as the kiss broke in order to bury her face against the woman's neck. Nuzzling in softly and stifling a yawn. Yet as she wriggled closer the investigator whispered something so low she barely heard it herself, "I love you." It was spoken against the woman's neck in a rush of soft warm breath as her eyes fought to stay open. Dyan held Reverie tenderly, the words that drifted across her ears were very clear and they made her eyes shine with a light that would look strange to anyone who knew her. It wasn't the same as the joy she took in rending a victim from limb to limb, causing panic and chaos in another person's mind. This was something a little more gentle, a lot more pure. She didn't say the words back, she feared they might sound hollow so instead she whispered, "Thank you for allowing me this evening." Her free hand stroked over lighter blonde hair slowly to lull the other woman into sleep. Sleep which had already happened before Reverie had a chance to even hear the thank you. The woman had successfully curled against the elder woman in such a way that she was like a blanket to her. Snuggled in and radiating enough warmth to keep Dyan warm as well as herself. The investigator was content, but more than that, she was feeling complete. Drawn

To Learn.. [02 Nov 2006|01:48am] The Palms was Chloe's favorite Casino. It was popular lately for it's dance club, "Rain," but Chloe liked it because of its history. Many famous faces played at these poker tables. She wasn't in a high roller room tonight, however. She had found a mid level table near the back of the casino. Since she wasn't a famous face herself, she blended in with the tourist crowd, except for the fact that she had a nice stack of chips in front of her. She sipped on a Lynchburg Lemonade and studied her cards before the flop. "I'll match the big blind," Chloe said, almost as if she was relunctant. Her fingers rested casually around her cards. She didn't play with her chips or tap her fingers. She just sat back with an almost blank expression on her face. She was trying her best to stay focused on the game, and by the look of her winning chips, she was doing just that. Dyan stood near that very same mid roller table and watched the game in utter silence. She could play well enough to break even, but black jack was more her game. She was dressed to the nine tonight, hair down, a flaring black gown with a brilliant crimson inlay showing off her assets, matched black pumps gave more height than she possessed naturally. The blank faced woman had captured her attention, many players had give away actions but she had none. She was also winning the hand, which was attractive. The small clutch carried by the vampire was stuffed with cash, the booty of a kill made earlier in the evening before she'd gotten herself all dressed up. She decided that if the woman stayed at the table, she would join for the next round. Chloe watched as the dealer laid down the flop. An ace, a ten, and a nine. None were helpful to Chloe, so she folded. A pair of aces was an easy win for someone, and there was also a chance at a running straight. Her low cards weren't that attractive anymore, and she was only out the blind. She debated whether to play another hand or not. Since her drink was still half full, she decided she might as well stay. A pair of aces did indeed take the hand. She smiled at the young man that had finally won his first hand. Chloe had already taken more then her share of his money, and planned on taking even more. Dyan smiled to herself and swept towards the table, claiming an empty seat and laying cash on the table to buy her chips. She didn't particularly care if she won or lost, this money was just as worthwhile to her as Monopoly money would be to the men and women working in the bank cages. A server wandered by and offered to bring her a drink, she accepted, asked for a whiskey and Seven and then sat back in her seat to wait for the dealer and watch the other players. She nodded a greeting to several, including the young lady she'd been watching before. She collected and paid for the drink and took a sip, then set the glass on the table and fell as still as a statue on its plinth. Chloe smiled at the newcomer. With some players, it was hard to tell how friendly to be. Some didn't talk at all. Others babbled about everything and anything. Sometimes it was strategy, but most often times it was nerves, especially on rookie players. Chloe wasn't sure which category the new lady fell into. The dealer passed out their two cards and Chloe immediately folded without even seeing the flop. A four and a ten just was not attractive to her. She waited to see what the newcomer would do, trying to evaluate her just like she read her own cards. Dyan looked at her cards, looked around at the other players, including the young woman who had folded, maintained the illusion of breathing and sighed. Not that the sigh meant anything, she was holding a pair of jacks. She took a sip of her drink, dropped her chips on the table and waited to see what everyone else would do. In the mean time, she leaned close to the young woman and smiled. "Do you play often, then?" Her accent stuck out in the crowd full of southern and midwestern American accented tourists, she knew it sounded very exotic. She did not admit that the terminology of poker was beyond her, that really, all she knew was the card combinations that would take the others' money away. A small smile quirked the corners of Chloe's mouth. "Off and on," she said softly. Of course, that's when Chris Ferguson, the Jesus of Professional Poker players, came over and lightly squeezed Chloe's shoulder. "Hey babe, good to see you back at the tables. I'm so sorry for your loss." Chloe swallowed and nodded. "Thanks Chris." He smiled and left her alone. They'd catch up another time. Chloe turned back to the other players and blushed at the attention given her. She was done at this table, but she waited to see how the newcomer would do. Dyan did not know the man who had just come up and paid the young woman attention, but from the way the other players were watching him in something approaching awe, she assumed he was regular. Which made 'off and on' a little while lie. The vampire grinned at the young woman, glanced at the rest of the cards dealt to her. She was lost and with a shrug, she laid them face down on the table. She'd achieved what she'd taken the seat for, to garner the attention of the other woman. She pushed the chips to the man who had only three left and relinquished her seat to the next waiting hopeful. "Care to join me somewhere else?" The invitation was casual, with no implications. Just a general interest in some company, for appearances sake. "Sure," Chloe said. She didn't like the looks the others were giving her now, just because she knew Chris. Obviously her game was blown. She picked up her drink and stood up, gathering her chips. "Let me cash these in with the banker and then perhaps we can grab a bite to eat?" The Palms had several good restaurants on premises. Chloe went to the banker and just had her chips added to her tab, then she turned and held out her hand to the other woman. "I'm Chloe Reed." Dyan transferred her drink from right hand to left and took Chloe's hand in her own. "Dyan Lachlan, a pleasure to meet you." She inclined her head and gathered the skirt of her gown in a brief curtsy that was accompanied by a playful grin. "A bite would be wonderful, do lead the way." Her grin further widened at the young woman's unknowing pun and then she was carefully avoidant of the mirrors that were around the place as they walked, knowing perfectly well that should anyone notice the woman cast no reflection, strange things would happen. She was tempted to ask of the loss that the Chris fellow had expressed condolences for, but felt it would be better to wait. After all, they had only just exchanged names. Chloe was surprised at Dyan's grip. It was strong, but the woman had very cold hands. Chloe smiled and headed towards one of the cafes. It was next to the tattoo parlor, and as usual, there was a huge line. "Have you seen that show, Inked? It's made this place famous." Chloe laughed softly. She hated needles and could not understand why anyone would get a tattoo. They were shown a corner booth in the darkly lit cafe and Chloe glanced at the menu. She had been trying to do better about eating, but just holding the menu made her body clench with memories and sadness. She missed her father every single minute. Dyan saw the surprise in Chloe's face at the temperature of her hand and she held up the drink, in which ice rattled. As they passed the tattoo parlor and the vampire was question, she shook her head no. "I have not, since I live here, I have little use for the shows on a regular basis." Though she filed it away as a place to take Reverie when next they went out. She took a seat opposite her young companion and gathered the menu given over. She couldn't help but feel the tension that suddenly radiated off the poker player and her head tilted. Concern shone in her face as she asked, "Are you quite alright?" She set the menu back down again and reached out, this time with her left hand, which had most recently been holding the iced drink, and touched the other woman's hand lightly. Chloe blinked, as if coming back to herself. She glanced down at the other woman's hand upon hers and nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm sorry. I kinda zoned for a moment there." She put down the menu. "I recently lost my father and it's strange how some things just bring him back so strongly. I'll be fine one moment, and then have this sense of profound loss in the next moment." Chloe blushed again and smiled with a little shrug. "I'm sorry I made you feel awkward. Now, if you're hungry, they have the best salads here. I love the fried chicken salad with the honey mustard dressing." Dyan squeezed the hand beneath her own and gave a brilliant smile. "You didn't make me feel awkward at all," she proclaimed. Half a second later, her eyes and mouth went back to a serious cast and she gave that hand a squeeze again. "I am very sorry for your father, and for you." With that, she let it go and took Chloe's advice when a server came around to ask what they would like. She also asked for a fresh whiskey and Seven and let the server take her mostly empty glass away. She didn't see an ashtray on the table, so the cigarettes and lighter stayed in her clutch and she refocused her attention on the poker player. "So by the pile of chips you cashed out with, you're clearly very good at the game, care to give a non player any tips?" Chloe had to smile at that. "I have played more then a time or two. Actually, it's my trade, I suppose you could say." Chloe had finished her Lynchburg and was now sipping on some iced tea. "If you're just playing for fun, it's best to stay away from the higher priced tables. If you're good at reading people, then the game might be a good one for you." Dyan had to smile at the advice dispensed. Reading people could be considered her own trade, that and being a supreme actor. Of course, no one knew her name, but that was exactly what made her such. "Money isn't an object for me, but I am much better at the black jack tables." She hadn't said it haughtily, but it could certainly be construed as such. "What do you do in your spare time then?" Simple curiosity, her face appeared to be open and kind, just a woman in her thirties, killing time and making a new friend. She did keep forgetting to breathe though, mild annoyance at that flickered across her eyes but didn't touch the rest of her features. Chloe's eyebrows raised. "Other then the cards, you mean?" She actually had to think about that. "My father owns...owned a diner, and I used to work there in my spare time. I enjoy the people. I'm working on figuring out how to manage that part of my life now." Chloe frowned. What did she do for fun? She hadn't realized how boring she really was. Spare time lately had been taken up by arrangements. She was still waiting on hearing more from the police. It was starting to get frustrated. No answers, no contact...maybe she should go down to the station? She wanted to start preparing the Road Kill Grill for Jo, if she took the position. As her mind wandered, Chloe's eyes got that far away look in them again. She was tired. Getting out to the casino was suppose to help her get her mind off of things, and get her out with people again. She belatedly realized she was sitting there with a nice young woman, and instead of being friendly and open, her mind kept wandering. "How about you? What do you do? Are you from here or just a visitor?" Dyan gave a smile and patted the other woman's hand again. "You'll get everything sorted out," she assured in that exotic lilting accent. The server brought their orders just then and the vampire removed her arm from the table to make room. "I live here now, though I am originally from Greece." How different the Greek culture was now, compared to when she had left. "As for what I do, not much aside from indulging my baser cravings." Kill, maim, fuck, eat, drink. Those words flicked through her mind quickly and without her realization, a small smirk formed on her face and a glint of yellow shone in her eyes. She got herself under control though, took her fork up and concentrated on the first few bites of the food before her, which she washed down with a sip of the fresh drink that had also been delivered. Chloe had to laugh softly at Dyan's answer. "Greece? I've always wanted to visit there. The scenery looks so lovely, not to mention all the ancient buildings." Baser cravings? She thought that was a strange way to put things, but just nodded. She wouldn't be so rude as to probe, but she thought that Dyan must have family money or some kind of income that would allow her to just...indulge. "How long have you lived here in the States?" Chloe took a bite of her salad and realized how hungry she was. She quickly followed it with another bite, licking some of the honey mustard dressing off of her bottom lip. Dyan continued to eat for a moment before she laid her fork down and cleared her throat a bit. "Greece is very lovely, I strongly encourage you to visit there and learn the history of the place." And if you should happen across my name somewhere on a plaque, remember meeting me and wonder what I truly am. "I have lived here .." Her answered stalled out when she remembered that she looked to be only in her thirties and this young woman was completely oblivious to her true nature. She'd been here close to a hundred years now, her looks gave no hint that her true age was just a hair over two hundred years. She decided to be honest and see what happened. "I have lived in the State for just more than one hundred years." She said it in a confidential tone of voice, then leaned back in her seat and sipped her drink. Chloe blinked. She must have heard wrong. "Sorry?" Chloe leaned forward and laughed slightly. "I thought you said over one hundred years?" Chloe blushed again and continued to chuckle at herself. Her hearing must be going along with her mind, she idly thought. Dyan smiled and let Chloe think that her mind was going for a moment while she ate some more of the completely useless, but tasty food. Then she leaned forward again and touched the young woman's face with hands that had been resting in her lap and touching the warm plate. They were still frigid. "I did say over one hundred years, I am not as I appear." This was the first time she had ever told a clueless human the truth and not intended to kill or turn them. Her eyes flashed yellow again, but this time she was holding the young woman's gaze and there was no way it could be missed. Chloe's heart stopped for a moment, and then it fell into her stomach. Her salad, however, rushed up her throat. The yellow eyes chilled her almost as much as the frosty touch of fingers upon her cheeks. She lost her voice and sucked in her breath. Was Chloe going crazy? Had everything just been...too much? She'd never been more scared, yet she couldn't move. The glowing eyes held her gaze, and her body went rigid in her cafe seat, Dyan's hands still on her face. At least Dyan hadn't gone into full vampire face. That would have been entirely too obvious to do in a crowded cafe. "Come with me Chloe, I'll show you what I am." There was no malice or danger in her words or tone, only an offer. She removed her hand from the young woman's cheek and dug in her purse to drop a hundred dollar bill on the table for their meals. When she looked back up, her eyes were dark blue and friendly again. She stood and offered a hand to the other woman, along with the silent request that she do as asked. She had no idea what compelled her. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was...a distraction from her otherwise humdrum life. Whatever it was, it made Chloe place her hand in Dyan's. She was terrified, although the thought she could be killed never really danced across her mind. It was more the fear of the unknown. She didn't feel threatened, however. Chloe stood, her knees only a little weak, and her body on auto pilot as she followed Dyan away from their table. Dyan grasped Chloe's warm hand firmly and led her from the cafe and completely out of the building. They walked away from the glamour of the strip and into a seedier area where more than one man leered at them both. She chose the one who was clearly a pimp, he had paused in berating one of his girls to give them a wolf whistle as they passed. She smiled flirtily at him, then took the collar of his jacket and yanked him away from the cowering girl who promptly ran the other way. Now both her hands were full, one with the young poker player's hand, the other with a fistful of overbearingly powerful, cologne scented jacket. She dragged the man and led the woman, a darkened, dead end alley being his final destination. "Watch, Chloe." Her face morphed and the flirty smile was gone, in its place, a predatory look before she held his head still and bit sharply into his neck. She was careful not to make a mess, the clothing she wore was very expensive and she was a long ways from her hotel. She drank him dry with very little struggle though, and dropped his now lifeless body in a dumpster. Chloe couldn't move. Her arm was held tightly by the other woman's. When Dyan's face changed and her fangs bit into the man's neck, Chloe heard a roaring in her ears. When the body hit the dumpster, Chloe swooned down onto the cold pavement in a faint, her head only missing an impact because of the way Dyan held her arm. Dyan wiped a little blood off her face with a paper napkin from her purse and gathered the young woman into her arms. She slapped Chloe's face, lightly at first, then a little harder. Not enough to leave a bruise, just enough to wake her up. "Come on sleepy head, time to wake up." She, of course, had no idea how the young woman's father has died, but she'd achieved her intent. To show a hapless mortal just how dangerous the world was. She cradled the young woman as one would a very small child, it made for an odd tableau to anyone who might see. A well dressed, affluent woman holding another woman of close to equal size with little effort, rocking her and urging her to wake. Chloe's eyes rolled up in her head before opening and coming into focus. She wanted to scream. Was she next? Was this woman going to rip her throat out? Not even for a moment did Chloe wish for death. She didn't want to join her father. She missed him, but she wanted to live. It was so odd the way Dyan held her close. Yet, all she could visualize was the blood. Blood pooling beneath her father's body. Blood flowing down the neck of the bitten man. The smell of blood all around. "Please, please don't kill me," she begged in a low whisper. Dyan could smell the panic oozing from the pores of the woman she held in what would appear to be a tender, loving embrace. In truth, it was a gentle hold, almost caring. "Now Chloe, why on earth would I kill you? I just had a full meal off that scum bag in the trash there," she said, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. She set the young woman on her feet, one hand remaining on a warm shoulder to make sure balance was held. "Not that he tastes very good, far too much cologne, the remnants of some illegal drug," she informed while making a disgusted face. She steered the young woman out of the alley and up the road. "Tell me more about yourself, now that you know my darkest secret." Share and share alike, wasn't that the saying? Chloe was still in shock, but felt compelled to do whatever this woman asked of her. She wanted to live! "W-what do you w-want to know?" Her father...is that how he'd died? Oh, she had to tell officer Levi! But would he think she was crazy? Was she crazy? Her mind whirled. Her lawyer would tell her to get more rest, she must be hallucinating now or something. Dyan stopped walking and gave Chloe's face another tap. "What sort of music you like, if you love to feel the sun on your face," she said the second in a most wistful tone of voice. "I so miss the sun, so warm and comforting." She took in a deep breath and sighed it back out heavily. "Do you know what I am?" Sure she must, even if only from folklore and horror movies. Not that most of that was accurate. In some stories, vampires couldn't eat or drink human food after being turned, it made them ill. In others, only their teeth changed, not their whole face. Not that that would be too horrible, she personally thought the ridges were horribly ugly. "Yes," Chloe whispered. "I think you're a...vampire?" She saw the woman's slight nod. "You can't be in the sun?" How horrible that must be. Suddenly she was full of questions. "W-why me? I mean, why are you showing me...why don't you want to k-kill me?" Dyan nodded and gave Chloe that brilliantly pleased smile again. "You're very right and no, no, I cannot be in the sun. It would flash fry me to a pile of ashes." She took the young woman's hand in her own again and they walked slowly. "Why not you? Why should you be in the dark about the true nature of the world, the truth of how horror writers get their ideas?" She wrapped a companionable arm around the living woman's waist and smiled. "You aren't dead because you're full of grief, it radiates off you like heat from an oven. If I were going to put my teeth in your admittedly pretty throat, it would be so that I could turn you to my kind." But she didn't feel like a fight and she knew this young woman would put up a good one if she wanted. Chloe's frown deepened. In a strange way, she was grateful. "I didn't realize how much I wanted life until now," she told the vampire. "My father, he'd want me to live, and make him proud. I...I wonder...if he died...from someone like you?" She turned to look at the vampire's face. Would she know anything about her father? Were there many vampires? Did they...talk to one another? "Did you know him? Do you know how he died?" Dyan smiled broadly again and gave Chloe a squeeze. "Several goals have been met tonight then, to teach and to show you light." She wasn't normally a do-gooder, but sometimes it could be satisfying. "It's entirely possible one of my kind took your father, but I don't know of him or his possible killer. When we brag, it's because we've taken someone powerful or famous, no offense, but the owner of a desert greasy spoon is not a powerful famous person." She stopped walking and simply regarded the young woman for a moment. "How did he look?" Clearly, she meant her father, in death. Chloe took a deep breath. It was a vision she'd never forget. Slowly she explained how she'd found her father. "There was so much blood," she whispered. That made her realize something, and she looked up at the vampire. "If it had been a vampire...there would not have been the blood." Murdered, perhaps aimlessly, or perhaps with purpose, other than for food then. Dyan listened in silence, nodded her head and then shook it slowly. "That's not always the case Chloe, I killed cleanly tonight for the sake of my clothing." She bit her lower lip lightly and pulled the young woman close to speak softly into her ear. "Many times the prey will fight hard, both the killer and the victim will shed blood, there's a good chance your father's killer's blood is or was mixed into the mess." An aimless murderer also would generally not rip out the victim's throat. "There are any number of creatures that could have done it." Weres, demons, vampires, anything could be the culprit. Chloe swallowed and then nodded. "It also happened in the morning, very early, but the sun...it would have already risen." Chloe needed to sit down. She propped herself up against a building. Suddenly, she was so very tired. "Do you like being a vampire or do you wish...you were human again?" Dyan absorbed the sunlight knowledge and nodded, moving with Chloe but not leaning against the building. "I find that I have an almost total lack of inhibition that came with the loss of my soul." A shrug took not exactly delicate shoulders up and then back down again. "I certainly have a great deal of fun being able to do anything I want. As far as the world is concerned, I died one hundred-seventy odd years ago." She was one of the ones who was buried and fought her way from the tomb, not an easy beginning. "I would think it would get so lonely," Chloe said softly. Then she had to smile gently. "That's rather funny, coming from me. I'm...quite lonely myself." It struck her that the tragedy of losing her father had met her with some amazing people. Nyx, Jo, Levi, and now Dyan. Maybe she should get away from the poker tables more often. Her competitors were not really her friends. She didn't really have friends. How amusing to consider a vampire one? Then reality struck her. This woman, this vampire, had just killed a man, right in front of her. She could easily turn and kill Chloe if she wanted. The vampire had no soul. It was best for Chloe to remember that. "It's getting rather late. I should be heading home..." not that anyone would miss her. Chloe could be the body in that dumpster, and it would be days before anyone noticed. In fact, her lawyer would probably wonder why his bill hadn't been paid before anyone even noticed Chloe was gone. Dyan laughed softly at the lonely comment. "Not so much, I can have any company I want.. though I do have a steady.. lover." Not exactly a lover, they hadn't exactly had sex yet, but it was as close as she'd come since she'd been married to the Greek politician. "It is getting late, the sun comes and I must be tucked away before then." She glanced around, even this area was quiet, this time of night. "Can you find your way back, or should we walk together?" "I'll be okay," Chloe said. After all, they were not that far from the Palms, and she knew this area well. "It's just a short walk to where my car is parked." She hesitated before heaving herself away from the building. She had to concentrate on putting one foot before the other. She glanced back over her shoulder at Dyan. "Thank you for...not...killing me." She blushed again. Maybe it was a silly thing to say, but she was grateful, nonetheless. Dyan gave a short nod and another smile. "Watch yourself Chloe, and you're very welcome." She gave another playful grin and swept down the street in the opposite direction. the heels of her shoes made beats a rapid staccato on the cement before she disappeared up a fire escape and took the rooftops back to her hotel. Drawn

Confrontation [15 Oct 2006|12:02am] Grace was the sort that, when she got it into her head to do something, she usually ended up doing it. So once she got herself together after Reverie's abrupt departure from The Basement, she set about tracking the young investigator down. So that she could apologize properly. When she got the name of the right hotel, through a couple of hours of checking by phone, she trucked on over there and then up the stairs, mumbling to herself loudly enough that she drew stares. "I'm really so very sorry, if you'd just given me a second to fuckin' explain, it would have been fine. Five minutes, that's all I want, c'mon..." Deep, unneeded breath at the door, then a brisk knock. Dyan had been dozing on the couch when the knock came and a glance at the clock told her it was entirely too early for any kind of business meeting. She hadn't ordered room service and the maid carts didn't come around until well after sunrise. A baffled look crossed her face as she raked her hair back and hoisted herself up to go answer the door. It swung open silently to reveal the very object of her deepest hatred, at the moment anyway. A cold stare greeted Grace along with a curt, "Can I help you?" It wouldn't do to cause a scene in the hallway, not yet anyway. Reverie had tossed and turned during a restless sleep. The knock on the door had roused her slightly, but the cold greeting Dyan gave startled her into full awakeness. Sitting up with a small groan, the investigator pawed at her eyes a moment before haphazardly brushing her fingers through her hair. Flickers of last night began to creep back and she hung her head, today would not be the happiest of days, that was for sure. Instead of walking to out her room she headed to the bathroom first. Moments later, after splashing cold water on her face, she made her way into the living area, still unsure what was going on. "Can you help me?" Grace questioned, then shrugged, poking at why the face was so familiar. "I don't know, can you?" She craned her neck a bit, looking past the other woman when she heard shuffling noises in the background, then settled her weight back on the heels of her boots. She knew the blonde from somewhere, but where? Grace poked at her memories, and then her face froze before tightening into an annoyed mask. Oh. Now she remembered. Through a smile that meant nothing, the vampire asked just as curtly, "Is Reverie around?" Dyan watched as the younger vampire took a moment to realize who she was faced with and a smirk crossed her eyes when the annoyance became clear. "I can help you go back where you came from." The elder vampire carried a self satisfied air at knowing Grace couldn't enter the room without Reverie's explicit permission. "She's here, she was sleeping." Though she'd certainly heard the young woman move around and run water. "Somehow, I doubt she'll want to be seeing you again anytime soon though." A sneer marred the older woman's face briefly before she schooled her expression back into one of cool disinterest. Perhaps Dyan had realized that Reverie was standing just a few feet behind her but when the clear battle of wills started taking place the investigator suddenly wished she hadn't woken up. Not feeling too great, both physically and mentally, Reverie sighed loud enough to let each party know she was there and could hear it all quite clearly. Reluctantly she moved closer, hand going to Dyan's shoulder then pulling back at the last minute. A brief flare of panic that it would be shrugged off caused her to stop from doing it. "I'd appreciate it if someone told me what was going on before either of you make my mind up for me." It was like having a hang over. She let herself stand without leaning on the door frame, arms folding across her chest. Not hostile, but self protecting. "Mmm." The noise Grace made was noncommittal, a pondering sound. Because really, a lot of folks had tried to send her back where she came from. A lot of folks had tried, and they'd all failed. Her smile remained fixed, a rictus of bare-bones tolerance. Reverie's appearance caused the expression to soften into something more human for a split-second, and then the warmth retreated to a safe distance. She turned more of her attention towards the investigator, her head inclining just a fraction. "I come by to apologize," she said after clearing her throat. "Would you at least hear me out?" Dyan had shifted slightly to make room for Reverie in the doorway, though she made it a point to have physical contact with the younger woman while Grace spoke from her position in the hallway. At the mention of making an apology though, the elder vampire's rage came to the fore, images of the younger vampire taking advantage of the mortal woman crossing her mind lightning fast. One hand came up and slapped the other vampire across the face hard enough to leave a mark, despite cool, low on blood skin taking the blow. Reverie felt uneasy, even Dyan had never saw her the way Grace had. Almost out of control with hunger. Vulnerable yet deadly. In the sense where she could be easily lead but overcome with thirst that she'd be a danger to anyone. The apology being offered wasn't expected, but Reverie was going to take it. "Alright, you can say what you need to." The slap came out of no-where and Reverie felt dizzy from seeing it. Momentarily shocked to the spot. Then, jolting out of it she turned on the woman beside her, "Dyan!" Arms wrapped around the vampire, not to bind her but to hold her and gently guide her back a step. Looking to Grace she cast an apologetic look, also not knowing why that had happened. Given no time to brace herself, Grace was briefly rocked by the slap and her eyes flashed a hard yellow as her hand went to her own cheek. Dyan. So that was her name. All right. She straightened her posture, clasped her own hands at the base of her spine as her fingers knotted together. She turned towards Reverie again, deliberately making an effort to cut the other vampire out of her line of vision. It was as if Deanna herself was in her ear counseling patience. "That thing I said, when I said what I said, that wasn't cool," she offered stoically. "I didn't mean to offend. If I had had more time, I would've explained. I'm very, very s-s-s-sor..." Dyan allowed Reverie to pull her back from the doorway and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as Grace started to speak. She glared at the other vampire as she stammered and stalled out on the word sorry. To the investigator, she offered a simple explanation for the slap Grace had been given. "If she did or said something that requires an apology, she's on my black list." The elder vampire had very few people she was close to and the mortal woman holding onto her was tops on the list. She didn't tolerate mistreatment of those people, not by anyone and not for any reason. Reverie winced at Dyan's reasonings and pressed her lips together, turning again to stand between the two vampires. "Look, we can discuss this and still be civil towards each other." It would also be easier to sit with Dyan than block her path. "Grace, you can come in." Walking backwards, she took Dyan's hand and lead her to the sofa, sitting down beside her and taking her hands. The chair across from them was left free for the other vampire. Hands still clasped behind her back, Grace stepped past the threshold into the room, the tiniest smirk crossing her face before disappearing again. "I also come by to talk business," she said, seating herself in the chair before resting one booted foot on top of the other. "That other matter we discussed? The job's still on the table if'n you want it." She addressed her remarks solely to Reverie, but the other vampire was still in her clear line of sight. She had come in peace for once, hadn't expected to get smacked. Still a bit light-headed from the earlier feeding, she felt surprisingly sharp. "If it'll sweeten yer temper, I'll double the fee." Dyan allowed Reverie to guide her back through the room and settled on the couch, her hands possessed by the smaller woman's. She listened very carefully to what Grace said, and what she didn't say. The older vampire wore a mildly annoyed look, but kept her silence. The mortal woman was grown and fully capable of taking care of herself. The elder vampire was possessive and selfish but she was also highly intelligent, she knew perfectly well, that while Reverie may acquiesce to her requests, she could not control the investigator. More likely, she'd be driven away. The look Grace received then said Dyan would be out for blood if any more problems arose. "Oh was the apology already done?" It wasn't harsh, the look of bewilderment was clear on her face. One half stammered word didn't count, did it? Or was the vampire building up to one? Clearing her throat, the investigator suddenly business like and straightened up. "As I said, I will think on it and get back to you within a day or so. I'm a woman of my word, Grace." The tension between the vampires was coming off in waves, enough to make the mortal sigh. "Alright, I think that's everything then. Thank you for stopping by Grace, the apology is accepted." Civil, it really wasn't so hard. "I..." Grace's hands, now in her lap, clenched around one another very briefly, then relaxed. Well, fuck, she'd tried, hadn't she? Tried to say the Goddamned S word that humans got so hung up on? Matthew had understood her butchered attempt at it. Then again, rather clearly, Reverie was not Matthew. The vampire pulled in a breath, pushed it out through her nose. "I was way out of line," she said in a low voice. "For more than one thing. If I gave offense, I'm s-s-sorr..." One of her hands broke the clasp to thump down on the table in front of her, effectively cutting off the stammering. "I'm s-sorry. All right? God." The vampire rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling, lowered her voice even more. "Touchy, every last one of ya." Touchy. Dyan was about to show Grace touchy. "That was ever so convincing, Grace." The elder vampire shot up out of her seat, moving away from Reverie and towards the younger vampire with a speed most would not expect of someone who maintained an elegant appearance most of the time. She shoved the chair the other vampire was sitting in over so it thumped onto its back and then put a foot on the other woman's chest. "Make me believe you're sorry for whatever it is you did to my.. girlfriend, before I really make you sorry, you cocky little punk." She pressed her still shoe clad foot down harder, she'd neglected to take them off earlier. Reverie heard the comment and felt a surge of anger towards it. Grace was forgetting that the investigator wasn't fully human... Or vampire. She was the only one of her kind. She was the last one of her. What Dyan just said didn't even register in her mind. Ice blue turned luminous green and the younger woman grabbed Grace by the front of her shirt, pulling her out from under Dyan's foot and into a standing position, though her feet didn't touch the ground. Her toes were left dangling an inch above the plush carpet as Reverie pushed her against the wall with one hand. "I am not touchy, Grace, I am Scottish and have manners. You would do well to realize that while my heart still beats I'm strong, fast, smart and more evolved than you. I eat your kind. I. Hunt. You." Reverie didn't raise her voice, nor did she growl or look threatening. Her voice was light, her features were soft, and her heart rate was still slow and calm. Possibly more frightening than seeing someone with a red face spitting venomous words. For a long, silent minute, Grace simply hung there suspended, her boots not even brushing the floor. She'd been in a similar situation once before, only this time there was no rebar poking through her non-beating heart. She looked down at Reverie's hands, then up into her face. Her expression edged into being respectful, respectful and even fascinated. Her palm rested on the investigator's left shoulder. "Is that my blood talkin'?" she asked, her tone soft with what might have been called wonder. "Because I swear to whatever you believe in, you sound exactly like me." It was the highest compliment she could have given, really, and her tone reflected that. Better than any half-assed sputterings of the word 'sorry', in her opinion. In a different situation, she might have kissed her. Open-mouthed. Dyan smirked quietly as Reverie took the situation out of her hands and gave Grace a tongue lashing to be proud of. However, when the younger vampire had a fit of ego and grew the balls to ask if it was her blood that was causing the young woman to act as she was, the elder vampire kicked the leg off a chair and forced it between the two women, pointy end against Grace's chest. "Get your hand off her shoulder and never think that you have anything to do with her being independent and able to hold her own, your blood will never be more than a taint in this house." The last few words were growled, unlike Reverie, Dyan had no qualms with showing her temper when it was high. She pressed the jagged wood a little more firmly against the center of the young vampire's chest as she struggled to keep her face human. Eyes glittered yellow though, it couldn't be forced down. "No... That's entirely my blood speaking." The investigator's culture talking also. However, she did set Grace's feet back on the ground and stepped back. Her body language and voice all neutral. In fact, there was a slight smile at Grace, understanding that while her statement was purely egotistical, it had been meant as a compliment. Reverie could respect that. "I'll think about the business offer. For the sake of everyone's well being I think it's time you leave. This is my home and I refuse to allow this behavior to continue within it." It was said politely, yet not unkind. "I'd be pleased if'n you would," Grace said with a very small smile of her own. Pride dictated that she barely acknowledge Dyan, stake or no stake, and she lifted both hands just past her shoulders without attempting to touch the wooden object. Last thing she wanted was for the broad to 'accidentally' slip up with that thing. "Hard for me to go if certain foreign objects don't get put away," she said, hands still up, palms facing outwards. "I'd expect ashes are a bitch from hell to get out of such thick carpet." Dyan kept the makeshift stake to Grace's chest but moved herself out of the way of the door. "I wouldn't know how hard they are to get out of a carpet, thick or not. But you just walk out the door without another word and none of us will have to find out." She let the stake fall away from the other vampire's chest, but by no means did she let her guard down. "Bye now." Drawn

Potential Disaster [06 Oct 2006|12:58pm] The walk home was fast. Feet barely touched the ground as she swerved in and out of crowds, ducking into the hotel and running straight up the stairs. Clothes were changed, instead of black trousers it was a short black skirt. One actually above her knees. Leather boots that went to her knee instead. The black shirt was swapped for a black sleeveless top. Her hair was pulled free and brushed straight. It looked darker, her features looked paler, and she added a touch of makeup to her eyes and lips. Reverie didn't look like the sweet innocent girl people often viewed her as. That was a good thing, the blood churning in her stomach and tainting her meant she no longer felt like herself. No longer cared what people thought of her and quite literally wanted to let her hair down. Perhaps in the worst ways. Or was that the best ways? When she was good was very good but when she was bad... Minutes later, booted feet carried her up countless flights of stairs until she was outside a very familiar door. Prowling, almost, as she paced back and forth. Green eyes staring at the door before finally she stopped and knocked on it. Dyan had just finished a lazy bubble bath and her skin was still damp and very warm from the hot water she'd kept adding as she soaked in the scented depths. The hair at the nape of her neck was damp as well, though the rest was secured in a messy updo. She slipped into a deep blue silk robe and padded through the suite to answer the door, pulled it open to find Reverie who gave a very different vibe than normal tonight. The vampire's eyes slid over the younger woman from the tips of her boot clad feet all the way up to differently styled hair before the heavy wood panel was pulled wide in an invitation for the other woman to come in. The elder woman was silent though as she tried to figure out the change. Even the eyes were a different color, though she couldn't tell for certain, she didn't think contacts obscured the natural blue she was used to seeing. "What, no welcome?" It was said differently, almost lazily as her eyes glanced rather slowly from Dyan's toes to upwards until their eyes met and she gave a soft sigh before strolling into the vampire's home. Tips of fingers grazed over the sofa as she walked around it and sat down. One leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. It might have been provocative, but it was unclear. Turning her head around she watched Dyan intently. Green eyes never staying in one spot, sometimes they met Dyan's, sometime's it was her neck, or mouth, or elsewhere altogether. Tipping her head to the side she drawled softly, "I've been meanin' to come visit, how ya been doin' lately?" Dyan watched Reverie as she moved so very differently from usual and listened as the young woman greeted her and inquired as to her recent well-being. This was so strange and off, the vampire wasn't really sure she was awake. "I've been alright, up to my usual tricks," the blue eyed woman answered carefully. "How have you been?" More like what the fuck was going on, but she didn't say that. Instead, she lowered herself into a chair opposite the investigator and continued to watch. Last time she'd seen the woman seated in her living room, they'd been curled up in bed together in a sweet tableau after an admission of something like love from the vampire. The woman here tonight was something totally different. Reverie watched Dyan just as closely. While she was tainted, oh so very much, there was still something inside, something that had made her want to see the woman. Something this temporary part of herself couldn't understand so did not think on it. "Work, new business proposition earlier. Wonderin' if I should take it. Money's money, so's I might just go ahead with it 'fore the 'tunity passes me." The way she was watching the vampire was intensely. Sitting forward Reverie tilted her head. Almost as if she were mentally undressing the woman. The thought excited her, which was funny, it hadn't with other woman she'd walked past tonight. Slowly, a grin curved the investigators lips. "You're watchin' me like I'm some kinda freak." To be truthful, if she met herself right now, she'd be doing the same thing. Dyan continued to watch Reverie, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with this picture. "Money is always good, and if the job won't get you killed then I guess you should take it." Of course, as the final words came from the younger woman's mouth, it clicked and she recoiled slightly in her chair. The vampire she'd fought before, they'd only met the one time, but the investigator sounded and was acting just like a slightly more feminine version of that wretch. "I'm watching you like I don't know what to think.. you're clearly not yourself." The elder woman's tone was slightly sharp as she straightened back up in her seat, suddenly glad she hadn't offered the usual hug and kiss greeting the young woman was used to. The edges of her robe were tugged closed, just a bit more as the blue eyed woman rose from her chair and bit her tongue before anything else could be said. "Aw now..." The tone was a little frustrated as Dyan snapped at her and stood up. Reverie stood up likewise. "Girl's gotta eat, I was starvin', you know how it gets." The mortal stepped forward, not touching the vampire but standing in her personal space. Close enough to be uncomfortable for Dyan but exciting for Reverie. "Too busy with work, forgettin' until the last minute. I had to take what I got 'fore I was a danger to myself, to others." There was no remorse in it, because Reverie didn't know there was supposed to be. The younger woman was blissfully unaware of the distaste between the two vampires, so saw nothing wrong with her actions. After all, though they were not in a relationship, Reverie had remained faithful. Not even a kiss, or slightest intimacy had been shared with Grace while feeding. Left hand was reached out, finger tips touching Dyan's neck like they'd done so many times before. Ghostly yet firm. "Don' be mad..." Dyan's face puckered at the explanation, as if she'd eaten something extremely sour. She took a step back as Reverie took a step into her space and only just barely restrained herself from batting the touch away. She did in fact know how it was, however, the idea that ..what was her name again? She didn't even remember. But the idea that the other vampire had her hands on the investigator, had the younger woman's teeth in her throat, was utterly disgusting to the older woman. "I'm not mad," came the reply, through clenched teeth that might have said otherwise. She was restraining herself very carefully though, because the young woman before her had no idea of the animosity Dyan held for the vampire she'd apparently been doing business and dinner with. It would be a discussion for a later time, when the taint of her blood had worn away. Reverie just stood up straighter, as if being slapped by the woman. One blink was taken before she narrowed her eyes slightly. "Bullshit, you can't even share space with me. Lookit you. Backin' off like am diseased because I needed ta eat." Her own, more personal slang was now working it's way into Grace's. The teeth clenching was not only seen but heard. Reverie's senses were on overdrive. Possibly more than Dyan's when she fed. This was her own personal curse. One in which, she just started to think, that Dyan was not understanding about. For some reason this made her stomach knot up but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she stepped back again and sat down. Giving the vampire the obvious space she wanted from her. Yet not leaving. It wasn't that Dyan wasn't understanding of it, she'd witnessed it before, but not quite to this extent and certainly not a sudden clone of someone she despised with the very cells that made her being. She sat back down in the chair abruptly and stared hard at Reverie. "Tell me her name." A simple request, no real force behind the words, just a need to make certain she had the right vampire in her sights. She lit a cigarette and rolled her shoulders to relax them slightly before she spoke again. "I'm not mad at you, I'll explain in a minute." Though given the state the mortal woman was in, she doubted there'd be much understanding offered at the moment. It was affecting her hard because her stomach was empty. She was still hungry, had only gotten a good few swallows at the time. But those good few swallows would have been the equivalent of a girl her size drinking four doubles of whisky straight on an empty stomach. Reverie lounged back again, almost lazy but too alert to be mistaken as such. "Grace. Met her via someone else." No, that wasn't right. "Actually, she met me through someone else. 'Member that opening night at Fang Noir? Saw me, introduced herself a few days later. Was the last I think I heard from her." Her eyes drifted from Dyan's to land on her neck, the swallow happening without her thinking on it. Dyan's face rumpled into a sneer at the name, a slight nod lowering her head briefly. "She and I met once," the elder explained quietly. "It was not a good meeting and we both left it broken, bloody and raring for another chance to break the other's neck." If she remembered correctly, they'd fought in the street in front of a crowd, someone in it had called the police and both vampires had melted away without a trace to avoid possible holding cells and sunlight. She made a solid effort to clear her expression as she looked back up and met Reverie's eyes. "So you can see where I would be having problems seeing and hearing you act so much like her." Part jealousy, part disgust. Jealousy because Reverie knew she could call on Dyan any time she needed a liquid meal, but yet had chosen not to. Disgust because Grace had been so lucky to fall into that particular embrace. As if reading her thoughts Reverie gave a soft growl. "It wasn' planned. I could barely think, and here I am straight after I went home to change." Tilting her head, the mortal vampire gazed into Dyan's eyes without blinking. "It wasn' like how we do it... Wasn't intimate, just enough liquid to tide me over to get home without succumbing to blood thirst in the middle of the streets." Which was purely honest. It was like that, at least in her mind. To hell with what Grace thought. Sitting back, her face crumpled into a scowl that she directed at her bare knees. Wasn't like she questioned Dyan who she ate as a meal. In that sense it wasn't fair. Reverie felt like she was being punished for being unaware. The difference being, though Reverie might not question who Dyan had for dinner, Dyan did not take on their personality until their blood left her system, she simply warmed up a little bit. Not that the vampire felt like trying to explain that to the now sulking investigator. She also knew the young woman already knew that, but the blood in her belly was making things come across differently. Briefly, the vampire wondered what that must be like, but the thought flitted away just as quickly. It was a facet of their relationship that hadn't been explored or discussed in any real depth and faced with it so abruptly and the personality being one that completely repulsed the older woman, a dilemma came to the fore. Force herself to play nice until the younger woman came back to herself, or just send her on her way to sleep it off while the vampire hunted Grace down and broke her neck? The silence lasted a few moments more before Reverie stood up. "Am goin' home. Enjoy your evenin'." Reverie could be foolish sometimes, oh yes, but staying around when she was not welcome was not one of them. In whatever state she was in, she always knew when it was time to just pack up and go home. Now was just that time. There was no mumbled harsh words or grumpy sighs. Just the sound of her boots against the floor before she pulled open the front door. Dyan gaped at Reverie as she headed for the door and frowned before she shook her head and moved into the bedroom to yank jeans and a sweatshirt on. She shoved her feet into a pair of jogging shoes and grabbed keys and cash before she was out the door and catching up to the younger woman. "Right, I'll enjoy it from the comfort of your couch, after I fix you something decent to eat." And make a donation into a mug for the reverse vampire to try to counteract some of the effects of Grace's blood. She lit a cigarette, blew the smoke to the opposite side from her companion, even if they weren't acting very companionable at the moment. Her free hand hovered in the vicinity of the warmer woman's lower back, half to guide, half to make sure she was really there. Reverie barely acknowledged Dyan's foot steps, she'd already made it to the street, and had happily shoved some cocky young male into a wall after he whistled at her. The investigator had sworn at him, something growled and low that no one else could hear. "Suit yourself." It was all she said. The rest of the walk went by in silence. Reverie for her part still offended and pissed off. The scowl on her face made that very clear. especially to people walking towards her. They all side stepped past. Once they reached the hotel, Reverie took the stairs and opened the door. Walking inside she began to strip, leaving a trail of clothes straight into her bedroom where she tugged on a shirt and sweat pants. Dyan followed alongside, not a word said to the people who scuttled to get out of Reverie's way. She kept up easily, even on the stairs, because of her greater height. When the younger woman started to strip and leave the clothes scattered through the apartment, the vampire picked them up and trailed into the bedroom to toss the discarded garments in the hamper. That done, she went into the living room and collected the food that had been hastily left behind earlier, her head shaking the entire time. She threw it all away and put the dishes in the sink to be washed later. A quick meal was prepared and laid out on fresh dishes before the older woman slit her wrist and let it drain into a pretty wine glass she found in a cupboard. She the sucked the self inflicted wound until it quit bleeding and then carried everything into the living room. The smell of the food roused her from her bedroom but the smell of the blood got to her the most. Rather than walk in and thank Dyan, she moved carefully around the sofa before half siting, half leaning forward and sniffing at the meal on the table. Her stomach made a noise and green eyes looked up at Dyan. Rather than letting her feed she had slit her wrist. A flare of something burned deep inside but she held it back, resisting the urge to pick the meal up and smash it off the wall. If she repulsed the vampire that much... "Thanks." The word was almost bitten. Barked out, yet quietly. Rather than watch Dyan look at her she took the food and returned to her bedroom. Stared at it for a few minutes before hunger won and she devoured it all, finishing it off by draining glass of crimson. The plate was left on the floor and she wrapped herself up in the blankets of her bed. Falling asleep soon after, on her side, facing the window with the curtains shut. Dyan was watching the younger woman, the anger that radiated from Reverie was palpable. She was glad to see the meal and donation were accepted though, and when she heard the other woman set the dishes aside and her breathing even out, she went in to collect the dishes. She stood for a moment, total silence except the soft breathing and heartbeat coming from the bed. She took the used flatware and put it in the sink with everything else, ran water and washed it all. She left it to dry on the counter and went around to close all the curtains in the place before she settled onto the couch and turned the television on low. She didn't move again after that, not even to go smoke. Drawn

Teasing, Leaving [22 Jul 2006|06:55pm] Knuckles crunched as a spray of crimson hit the air like a perfumed haze. Sputtered gargling sounded out when blood flow hit the back of throat. That was when he stumbled backwards. Large feet scuffing the grimy path before his weight pulled him down. The vampire landed on his back with a hard thump before trying to escape crab like. Blonde hair was tied back, making usual soft features appear hard. Cold. Reverie's right hand shot out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. Pulling him up like he weighed nothing more than a bag full of feathers. "Not as fun when it's against someone your own size, is it?" The sharp sting clung to the air as she back handed his jaw with her left hand. The night hadn't started off like this. She had been walking past the alley when she heard a shrill cry. Soft, very meek. It turned out to be a girl no older than fifteen. Thankfully she'd run off as soon as Reverie had grabbed the vampire by his scruff just before he managed a bite. An uppercut was given, connecting solidly with the underside of his chin. As his back smacked against the wall the stake was through his ribcage. He was dust just as Reverie walked out of the ally brushing herself down. Dyan had been out on the hunt herself, sharp ears had caught the sounds of a short fight, muttered words in a vaguely familiar, feminine voice had drawn her closer to watch. She let her feet dangle from the edge of someone's little balcony, a relatively abundant commodity in a city such as this. She knew on sight that the fighter was Reverie. She also knew that the investigator had just taken out one of her own kind and it only bothered her for a passing second, only because she knew perfectly well that the younger could easily turn on the elder. She gave a soft golf clap though, muttering quietly so as not to wake the occupants of the apartment whose balcony she perched on, "Bravo." Her foot had only gotten out of the ally when she heard the vampire. Turning around she gazed back up through the shadows and found her shape hidden on a balcony. "You aren't a superhero for the undead are you? Popping up all over the place out of shadows... Usually around me." The smile she gave was genuine, but it held a flicker of surprise and momentary insecurity. Reverie hadn't imagined there would have been an audience. Who knows how she looked whilst fighting. Not flattering anyway. It was like being caught doing something that maybe you shouldn't be doing. Like sneaking out your bedroom to go to a club when really you should be studying. Not dusting possible decedents of woman you inevitably end up kissing. Dyan laughed softly, hoisting herself onto her feet before she slid over the rail and dropped to the ground in a soft clatter and thump. "I would definitely not call myself a super hero for anything at all, besides, you just took out competition for me." A saucy wink and a slow smile as she approached the younger woman, none of her own deeply buried concern over sharing a bed with someone who killed her ilk for a living showing. The vampire got within arm's reach and stopped, holding her hands out at waist level in an invitation for a hug as she appraised Reverie's fairly un-flapped veneer, smooth for just having completed a fight. Whether or not it was shown in her face didn't matter. Reverie could see it in Dyan's dark blue eyes. Like a troubled ocean, they gave her away. Yet she didn't say anything as she walked into the embrace. Arms tightened around the woman first, her chin on the woman's shoulder as she spoke softly. "Having nightmares of me attacking you while you sleep now?" It was slightly teasing, but gentle. Dyan's face flinched at the teasing comment, glad her arms were already around the smaller woman and her face wasn't visible. Her tone turned serious, remaining quiet when she answered, "It's a viable fear, the same could be feared by you." Okay, so the second part of her answer was as equally teasing as Reverie's comment had been and she scratched her nails over the younger woman's shirt lightly. "So you're out honing your skills tonight?" There was a touch of pride in her voice, the vampire was by nature a violent, chaotic creature and it gave her some pleasure to know that her companion could be the same way, if not in the same style Reverie tensed when the nails ran down her shirt. Not from fear or pain but because it felt good. "Only that it isn't feared by me." Likewise her tone was soft but serious. Though she turned her face to sniff up the woman's neck. Slow, deep breathes that were also exhaled against the slightly cooler skin. "Maybe that's why you hang around, if you think there's danger. Addicted to the thrill?" Teeth were then lightly dragged, painfully slow along Dyan's throat. "The skill honing was purely by accident. It wasn't a fair fight, a grown man against a child." The investigator didn't move, staying where she was. Leaving the ball in the vampire's court. Dyan didn't answer to Reverie's lack of fear, they both knew she wouldn't harm the young woman. "Perhaps I am a thrill seeker, but you're the thrill, not the idea that you could take me out in my sleep." She slumped slightly against the investigator as teeth drew across her second most vulnerable point in a slow, teasing way. She remained silent briefly before straightening up and backing up a step to give the smaller of them a kiss. "Not a fair fight no," she replied, finally. "But the young ones that populate this city don't want a fair fight, they want an easy meal." The statement was delivered with a cool tone, information only. She didn't really care one way or the other about the fledges that wandered around, so long as they did not get in her way. Her tone warmed again though as she added, "I like that you keep sharp though, makes for a challenge if ever we wish it." "You just like the thought of us rolling around and grabbing each other." It was said with a slow grin before she dipped her head and took a slow breath. What was getting into her? Maybe it was the lack there of. Clearing her throat loudly enough to shift her own thoughts, the investigator smiled warmly at Dyan. "What does a girl need to do to gain your trust that she isn't about to end your un-life. Even if provoked." It was teasing, yes, but very serious. The younger blonde had no desire to dust the woman. After all she cared a great deal about the vampire, even if she didn't show it very well. "I do indeed enjoy that," Dyan shot back with a smile before sobering and touching Reverie's shoulder lightly. "You already have it, otherwise you and I would not spend sleep time together." But trust didn't stop natural fears, they were both hunters, each being the other's prey. It was an interesting proposition. They had already discovered that the younger woman could move around the vampire while she slept without disturbing, but that if they had not gone to sleep together, the elder would wake violently. Habit of many years of self protection, self preservation. Anything that moves freely in daylight is the enemy. It was useful and odd to be able to walk between the borders and boundaries of each world and not belong purely to one. A gift and a curse all at once, but with it came advantages. To an extent, anyway. "Fancy grabbing some junk food, then who knows what the night has in store?" It was an easy question, one that meant the vampire didn't have to say anything else on her own survival instinct. Reverie wasn't hurt by it, she understood it. Which made her feel honored to be in Dyan's life so frequently without feeling threatened at all. The elder blonde watched the younger as she seemed briefly lost in thought and then smiled at the invitation, a nod as acceptance. The gravity of the conversation was soon shaken off and Dyan took Reverie's hand in her own. "I think I managed to stay clean enough to go into a store or restaurant without garnering strange looks," a quick self evaluation confirmed that while her clothes were a little dusty, she was gore free. "Are you in the mood for anything specific or do we just go where the winds take us?" "I think I want a hamburger." It was said as thoughtfully as if she had said she thought the rainforest held the secret to life. Giving Dyan's hand a squeeze she lead the way down the street. Spotting a quiet, but obviously cheap place that sold just what she wanted. "Aha... There we go. Nothing like grease to clog up your arteries." The investigator flashed a grin. She didn't often eat junk but felt the urge. It happened now and then, like it did with most people. Ordering herself a cheeseburger and a shake she waited happily next to Dyan. "You know, if we watched a movie this could be stereotypical date material." Her grin was wolfish. Dyan remained silent, letting the younger woman call the shots with that mysterious, playful half smile she liked to wear. She gave her own order, also a cheese burger and shake but added onion rings to the mix. "We could go see a movie if you want a stereotypical date," the vampire laughed to Reverie as she paid for their orders and stepped aside for the next person in line. She was glad of her Greek heritage, her skin was naturally slightly darker than most vampires, could be mistaken for a very light tan. The harsh lights of the place would have made anything more pale look ill. Still pale by her past's standards, very much so. But healthy. She swooped on their tray as it came up and grinned at her companion. "Pick a seat for us, please!" Reverie did as she was asked, though not before stealing her shake from the tray and taking a big sip through the straw. The younger blonde led them to a window, where the seats near the front were empty. She slipped into her side and wiggled her eyebrows mischievously at Dyan. Once the woman had sat down she leaned over and took her cheese burger, unwrapped it and took a large, un-lady like bite. It was chewed and swallowed before as she watched the vampire. "Depends on if you want to go on a date with me, doesn't it." Another suck of the straw and she gulped the milkshake down. Though her eyes were sparkling. Naughty but nice. Dyan laughed as she noted how Reverie was half through with her meal before the vampire even got herself situated in the seat. Ah well, she grinned and opened her own burger up, taking several quick bites before setting it down. "Well let me think here, I've let you put your teeth in me, tried to get you into bed repeatedly.. for more than sleeping," she spoke with an arched eyebrow and her own sense of mischief showing. "Nope, I don't think I was to go on a date with you." She then studiously ignored the investigator in favor of her cooling food. Of course, her eyes glinted and it was a struggle to keep from smiling, but she ate quickly, popping one of the few remaining onion rings into her mouth with obvious relish. It was only after, that she took a long, slow sip of her shake, which was now slightly melted and much easier t