Mansion of the Ancient [Shakeeya]

[Kay]

The mansion on an Ancient was to represent power and respect. It demanded fear, admiration, and a sense of dignity. It was a statement of your age and worth. And this mansion was very much worth that of an Ancient’s attention. It was on acres of property, surrounded by his own creation of black roses. The black stone and marble beyond the black garden created an ethereal look of dread and danger that was to come once you were to enter. Marble floors, brick and stone walls, and lavish ancient tapestries decorated the halls. Lights were all softly dimmed for the ones who lived here had no need for aid in sight. Beyond the halls were dozens of rooms full of libraries, ball rooms, bedrooms for guests and the owners, trophy rooms of ancient artifacts, a few kitchens, and personal spaces that reeked of old blood. There were also the storages for personal slaves deep below, tucked away and almost forgotten.

The home was recently new for the one who dwelled there, for the slave trade was fairly new in the Americas. But once given the opportunity to expand, the Ancient jumped in on the chance. Expanding meant power, and power was an addiction.

It had been decades since the Ancient started the business up in Northern New York, but his reputation was without fail. He never intended to let others get the best of him, not after nearly three thousand years of maintaining his empire. Naturally, once he took to the front of the markets in the US, his diligence, professionalism, and uncanny ability to predict the stocks sent the market trade through the roof. It wasn’t hard to ensure that his wealth stayed where it was.

Today was unlike any other. There was the paperwork, the phone calls to the overseas groups that his blood son, Tico, now looked after, and some personal visits to the markets for inspections. Overall, it was a satisfying day in terms of his business. But like some days, something nagged at the back of his mind like a mosquito that couldn’t be squashed.

Hiran sat in his personal office, surrounded by the comforting smell of the journals of his and his family’s life that were written in all their blood as the ink, and lounged upon one of the leather ebony couches. He propped his back against one of the arms, legs sprawled out over the cushions with arms wrapped over his chest, and his eyes of pure red, pupils and sclera gone for a millennia now, were drifted off. Lips were pulled into a thin line against his dark skin with blue and violet undertones. His long white hair was pulled back into a long braid and draped over a shoulder, resting on top of a simple black suit. The meeting he had gone to had been hours ago, and he had promised Shakeeya that they would meet up afterwards to discuss the month’s events. But, once again, his mind got the better of him. No vampire had been alive this long, and none knew of what side effects were to come as a result of a human brain lasting without decay.

[Vaidya]

A stroll through Hiran's mansion was a timely activity. For a human perhaps anyway. The dark corridors intermittently brightened with a pathetic dimmed light globe or candle, casting light on historical artefacts, paintings or tapestries. The young woman who strolled down the vast web of corridors did so with a bored expression, her red heels clopping and echoing in the emptiness that the home provided. There was endless room for guests but it was more often than not that only a few existed within these walls. Amber eyes gave off a faint glow in the dark as she walked, searching out a particular painting that had been gathering dust in a large ball room. Not a creature who normally favoured habit, the red haired woman who stood alone in the dark finally stopped near a doorway to stare up at the highly hung artwork. One she had visited many times.  A soft frown tensed at her pale forehead as her gaze scanned the faded colours of the painting that depicted a haunting scene, humans in a village crawling and writhing on the floor, covered in dark welts as the end of their miserable lives approached. It was a masterpiece amongst the sinister collection of dark world events the master of the mansion had collected. This one seemed to stir dormant memories for the usually apathetic vampire. She'd avoided the piece of art in the past due to this very reason. It stirred a dread in her and she wasn't sure why. She could only presume it was from her former life of weakness. After staring and dissecting the scene before her for a few long minutes, the woman shifted to turn back out of the ball room and return to her current annoyance, closing her amber eyes and reaching out in the darkness with her mind.

He was near by. And she didn't have to use a mind link to know where. Another unamused expression graced her porcelain face in preparation for what she was about to find. And in a blurred movement, she was gone. The vampiress had grown quicker and stronger with age, and moving through the mansion was less of a bore when she flexed her physical prowess and tore through the establishment, haulting with precision at the heavy doors to Hiran's private study. Her clothes moved from the exertion but her chest did not. She didn't bother to knock and pushed the heavy doors open with a poke of her finger.
Clopping heels filled the stagnant air once more as the young faced woman approached the extravagant leather couch where a body rested. He looked dead. But why would that bother her, when infact he was.
"Hiran..." her voice was low and testing, a hint of irritation lacing his name. No response caused the red head to press her lips into a thin line before stepping closer to look directly down on the tall man, leaning over to hover her head over his line of sight.
"...you've drifted off again," she stated, a single apathetic eyebrow raising slowly as she inspected the resting Ancient.

How dare he look so beautiful. It made it hard to be irritated with his behaviour. But of course this wasn't the first time his mind had apparently short circuited and gone for a wander around in his library of memories. An unashamed huff left her red lips as she let her eyes walk over his body and hair. A few white strands out of place but otherwise still intact in the perfect braid. One that she had constructed herself this afternoon when they rose with the darkness. The woman lowered herself in an unwavering motion to perch on the edge of the couch, her pencil skirt riding up her milky legs slightly and her business blazer creasing at her waist. Her hand rose to trail her pointer finger and sharpened nail gently along the vampire's jaw line, ghosting over his darker skin and admiring the strength he still held even while laying in his trance.
"You need to stop leaving me sweet creature," she purred a little louder over him, her fingers shifting to a firm pistol grip at his chin before leaning her body forward to brush her lips against his dark violet ones.
"Hn..." came an unamused tone when it was apparent he was still far away from her. Still. Boring.

Shakeeya was never one to enjoy boredom. It was not good for a maddened mind. Instead of her disgruntled mannerisms continuing as the frustration mounted, a little game surfaced in her brain. There was always a game. A slow smirk split her mouth as she smiled darkly down at the Ancient. Well if he wanted to lay there and bore her, then she would just have to fix this. Her thighs shifted until she was straddling his hips, her bottom giving a testing bounce against his crotch with no reward of a reaction.
"Hmm. Ah well. This is your own fault," her torso leant forward once more, hands planting firmly on the arm of the lounge behind his snowy head, a predatory smirk darkening her features perfectly without any shadowing of her short firey hair that was swept back with a golden head band. Her features so young and beautiful but the look etched there was far too old and sinister. Her lips pressed against his cold ones once again, suckling briefly on his bottom lip, this time her canine teeth lengthening with a harsh speed. Piercing entirely through the Ancient's bottom lip sending a small burst of dark blood into her mouth and down his chin. He was not going to be happy with her, but the tension of unpredictability had given her a surge of excitement.

[Kay]

The words of his partner were nothing more than a few whispers among thousands of voices in the Ancient’s mind. Much like the world that his creator imagined in order to talk to others through their subconsciousness, HIran found himself in a world of emptiness mixed with the wholeness of his memories. It was a comforting form of black space with the irritation of voices and sounds as everything came to him at once. He was trying to find something in particular, but the more he looked, the more the intensity of the whispers filled the void. The harder he fought through his own mental world, the longer the darkness enveloped him. It was a constant maze but he never moved.

Something was triggered. His body held no reaction as sweet words and affections were released by the red haired vampire, but there was a sudden flash of color that was blinding in the midst of empty ebony. Laughter started to ring through the world, and the voices were silenced. The sudden silence that followed cause an unease to follow. This trap had been lain before. Hiran knew what was coming, but how did he stop it? He could feel the body that was suddenly presented for his unconsciousness state form, and it took a step back as something merged. Something of sinister white, black, and violet. Bloodied fangs revealed themselves into a twisted smile.

Hiran felt the hiss leave his lips, tensing in preparation. The creature named De’Crolie sneered.
“I’ve found you, my dark prince.” The words were followed by an advancement of limbs and claws, and Hiran could feel himself fall back as his maker began to tear into him. The sensation of biting lips in a forceful kiss sent a chilling gasp into the air. The gasp was real. The threat was real. De’Crolie was here!

The statue of the old beast flashed into a vicious snarl as the pain jerked him into the waking world again. His muddied eyes believed the sight of the elf vampire being before him, and he reacted forward, aching to punish the twisted creature for daring to try and take a taste of him again. He launched the body into the couch, a hand at the throat as he hovered over the man, spitting hissing into his face. The other hand reached up as fingers curled into claws, preparing for a strike.

Then the sight of warm yellows and reds made a contrast sharp enough against the expected cold violets and black that his eyes blinked. White skin turned to a pale peach. The disgusting black and bloodied lips turned to luscious rose. And black eyes became amber and yellow. The clawed hand flexed, hovering, as his brain made the connection. The beast of his forefather was imaginary, a reflection of the world he had left only moments ago. Below him was real, flesh and blood, of…

“Shakeeya.” Hiran finally breathed out, the hand loosening its nasty grip around her beautiful throat. The hand that was still in the air lowered to the side of her jaw, and unable to help himself, let his dark lips come down to greet hers. It was soft, an apology for the sudden threat he tried to pose, and pulled away. He was going to smile at his little lover, but the sight of dark blood turned it into a frown.

“…Did you bite me?”

[Vaidya]

So many possibilities flooded her brain but at the same time, Shakeeya opened herself to experience the highly probably pain that was about to explode into action. Her lover ever faithful in his delivery, the harsh sensation flooding her body with adrenalin. His power, however dormant it grew as of late, pulsed around their close energy fields. The pop of her teeth piercing through the other side of his lip still registering in her ears by the time his ridiculously fast movement had her choking and pinned beneath him. A snarling, aggressive hiss down at her sent a thrilling shock through her body, her hands rising instinctively to pull at his arm that was unmoved. The one attached to the vicing hand around her throat. The leather creaked beneath her, the crushing force of the Ancient's assault threatening to break the furniture. The low growl of her name with a tone of realisation allowed her to focus in on the man's face and blazing eyes. She didn't need oxygen anymore, but passing air over her vocal chords did help her to speak. A choked sound passed from her lips before she smirked up at Hiran. He had been ready to kill her. Well. Now that was interesting.

A soft grunt and clearing of her crushed oesophagus was sounded as the Ancient released his grip, the amused and mildly unhinged smirk remaining on the red head's face as she watched her lover decend. Her lips responded to his immediately with a gentle kiss, a cracked hum from her damaged throat confirming her identity before her body healed. Silent apology accepted. It was her playful instigation after all. His blood aided in her injury's quick recovery and the vampiress could not contain the small, mad laugh that leapt forth from her chest in reaction to his genuine question. Her hands that had once been talons on his assaulting arm smoothed up his broad shoulders in a massive juxtaposition of the violence that resonated just seconds before. Shakeeya's palms shifted to rest her palms across the flat of his chest before her tongue slowly swept along her bottom lip to gather a blissful taste of the Ancient's potent blood, her eyelids fluttering her thick lashes at the rich taste and ecstacy, her small laugh dying down to smile wider up at the frazzled long haired beauty above her.
"...just a little bit?" She gave a mock innocent notion of raising of her eyebrows before a small, pout crossed her blood stained mouth, "What's a girl to do? You stood me up so..."

[Kay]

The sound of air popping through her crunched throat sent a slight shiver down the Ancient, and there was a hint of remorse. Pain was a daily given in their relationship, but it was usually intentional. The hum she delivered in acceptance towards his kiss made the regret disappear altogether. The only thing left to understand was the sudden drop of blood he had left on her lips after the tender moment, and he narrowed his eyes down at her with a raised eyebrow as she laughed.

The expression blanked when arms slithered their ways up his own, and he nearly forgotten the question he asked in the first place as the sudden realization of their position. Lips were beginning to smirk down on her as she licked away the blood, considering the idea of bringing up some more to lap over.

Her response brought his mind back to reality and he responded at first with a pout and furrowed eyebrows.

“A bit extreme, was it not?” Hiran asked, unknowing of the lengths the woman took to try and wake him. “Perhaps I should return the favor.” He started to lean his head down, tongue reaching out to taste her along her cheek as fangs pressed against her skin. But then the second part of her confession clicked. He paused.

“How long was I out, my sweet?” He asked, voice lower with the irritation. He did it again, didn’t he? Let his mind wander and get the best of him. “We had an appointment today. Someone interested in trying to join the business here in the states. Did we miss it?”

[Vaidya]

The very familiar presence of the Ancient returned from his trance was soaked in by the red head beneath him. They were both rough and wild creatures within, but each of them had a comfort it seemed. And listening to his deep voice that hinted a snarl of irritated adoration was fairly one of her favourite sounds in this world. Well, it rivalled an honest, blood chilling scream. Her hands were grounded on his chest, thumbs smoothing subconsciously and the decent weight of him over her was a wonderful mix of intimidating and satisfying. Her mad smirk wouldn't dare fade as the older vampire mocked indignant tone, a snicker escaping her throat before another hum of approval vibrated her chest while his mouth lowered to her face.
"I do deserve it..."

The slick sensation of his tongue coupled with the cool hard press of the fronts of his teeth, well... Had her heart been active it might have skipped a beat, the anticipation of pain or pleasure completely submerging her mind in the moment. And then that blissful moment was gone. She gave a pause and a blink before her golden eyes locked with his as the man pulled his face away, framed with that striking hair and that sobered expression. Shakeeya could do little to stop her eyes from rolling gently, not at his questions but at the sheer unwillingness she felt to answer him. Her eyes studied the smooth leather beside her head, avoiding his gaze for a moment and her wiley air was gone.
"...several hours I presume," her voice lower and more monotone. This entire topic disinterested her. Or perhaps she wished to ignore the plummeting feeling it gave her. But however selfish her desires and actions were in this afterlife, in the last hundred years she'd found such thoughts difficult to act upon. Not when the Ancient pressed close to her quite clearly... needed her.

Shakeeya's mildly sulking eyes returned to Hiran's deep bloody eyes. Such a perfect colour. One hand raised to push some stray long strands back behind his ear and away from his high cheekbone.
"Calling out to you didn't work this time... you must have been gone too long..." and soon the topic changed to one she loathed equally. Business. She didn't shy away in making a displeased groan at his particular attention he had with things like this, her head tilting backwards into the cushions. A fine orchestra of power and money weren't just obtained simply because he had walked this earth for multiple millennia. Shakeeya had learned he certainly had a knack for finances, along with other talents. She made to move to sit up, pushing his chest away from her gently, the cosied mixture of exhileration and underlying desire all but snuffed out as her mind returned to the affairs she'd attended on her own this evening. The now huffy vampiress propped herself up with elbows draped over the arm and back of the leather couch.

"Yes. Well. If you enjoy European douche baggery as much as I do," the sarcasm was thick as she tilted her head to the side in a sharp, unhappy gesture, "Then you missed out on some great conversations."
At least her mild resting look of amusement was fast to return as she watched the Ancient's face.
"I actually couldn't get much out of them on their intentions. Can you forgive me Master?" Her smirk broadened, "...They seemed quite disappointed to see me alone. Perhaps they're big fans of yours."
She knew this all wasn't his fault, but it didn't stop her from being a stroppy brat at times about the extra efforts she put in to his care, business and home. For now her mind did wander back toward the odd meeting she presumed would have gone smoothly, but a million walls had been thrown at her instead.
"The buyers weren't very cooperative with me turning up without you, even though I made some eloquent bullshit excuse for you," she dramatically waved her hand above her as if she were a god send, "But they rescheduled for tomorrow evening. Didn't breath a word of trades or stocks to poor little me. But what was it I did over hear...?"
She watched up at the ceiling as she retrieved the memory along with her faded bilingual ability.
"I think they were referring to me as ... La prostituée dérangée," her words grew smoother in the French accent as she recalled the rather tame insult. That was partly true.
"...you're lucky you didn't get another carpet bill," a finger reached out to give a quick affectionate touch along his jaw line before as she reclined in lazy arrogance and a constant smirk, "See how grown up I've become?"
Her show of humour soon faded when she saw that the Ancient's thoughts seemed a little split still.
"...who was I this time my darling?" It wasn't the first time Hiran's memories were thick enough to become a reality to him. Her throat had long since ceased aching but the ghost of his hand holding her down pricked at the back of her mind.

[Kay]

Deserved it, huh? Amusement had gone through his mind temporarily as he tasted her sweet flesh, thought lingering upon the idea of returning her sweet bite with one of his own through her bottom lip, and his teeth did move ever so slightly towards her mouth at the ponder. The exchange was only fair, after all. Though it was only with her that the Ancient could let these types of thoughts slip by. If anyone else had dared to try and taste his blood in such an intimate way… well… he certainly could not disappoint with the reputation he had set for himself.

But there was other matter to discuss. Her informant of him being gone for hours made his body tense for a moment. The swaying of his mind was starting to grow worse. For him it had been only minutes since he entered his office with plans on starting an entry into a journal about the weekly events taking place of his businesses. Apparently though his memories had gotten the better hold of him. He gritted his teeth. The idea of becoming a invalid, forever lost in his delusions, was a hard reality that he didn’t want to face. And it angered him more that he knew without Shakeeya, his whole structure would have fallen years ago with his tendencies to slip away so easily.

He hadn’t even realized that his own anger was making him begin to slip away again before his beloved’s voice snapped him back to the real world, and his eyes hardened despite the gentle hand resting on his cheek. The expression stayed there as she answered to his topic of his corporation with obvious distaste in her breath. Whether she knew it or not, the wealthy that the man had earned was enough to keep him stable probably for another thousand years. The job was not about the money, though surrounding himself with the luxury that it brought was not unwelcome. It was more that the power it sustained for him was an addiction. He kept himself a big name among the magical world, and the reputation brought fear and respect. He had always had a need to be respected among others, to make himself feel big and others small. At the years went on however, the business slowly became a constant variable in his life. Something he knew and relied on. Surprises were never present, and he enjoyed the stability of it all. Perhaps he was getting old…

Her chatter of the business meeting that he had missed made him frown at first, but then a dark chuckle rang through the air between her words.
“Perhaps I should spite them next time and make you their sole contact for their starting business.” He mused, partly to spite the people who felt themselves important enough to demand his time, and partly to tease his lover for thinking this beneath her.

His chuckle became a laugh at her french joke, and he finally leaned back to sit against the couch, wrapping a hand around her legs to place them on his lap.
“I’m so proud.” He joked darkly.

Then the situation diverted back to the fantasy world his mind had created before she pulled him out of it, and his expression blanked. Thoughts of the demonic vampire came before his eyes and he shut them as if to blink the idea out of existence. The happy atmosphere was gone and he was finding himself to be pushed into a sinister feel as darker times of his life was sprung up from the back corners of his mind.

“Just a ghost.” He finally uttered, looking away. He wasn’t appreciating the weak disposition he set into place and decided the topic of business was better for discussion.

“Was there anything planned before the sun rises?” He had a small feeling she wasn’t going to appreciate the changing of topics, again, but he used a tone to indicate he wished to let it be dropped. There was resentment that he had injured her for his shadowed thoughts but he didn’t have express why.

[Vaidya]

Perhaps she might have had her throat ripped out for such an inquiry if not for their deep rooted past. Or at least a decent threat of it. But the Ancient now sat back up with his pearly white braid draped over his shoulder and just... stared out ahead of him. Her legs shifting to prop up across his lap was a comfort, her smooth shins sliding against one another to cross themselves over on his lap, a tiny purr airing through her mouth as she pushed her heels off and wiggled her toes. She had been quite content in her pride of making him laugh but the mood was quick to change when he waved away her question, the unmistakable gloom falling over the blood eyed man. An internal sigh caused her lips to press together in mild irritation. It was no fun at all to see him like this. Was this what they were falling into? A darkness that was not filled with passion and spontaneity but Hiran's self irritation and subdued aura. The small redheaded woman watched the profile of his sharp angled face, her fingers that dangled in the air giving a tiny dance in thought as he asked her a question to divert the topic. She knew not to push it at her age at least now.

"Mmm that's right," she recalled her other errand she had attended to, her elbows sliding down off the lounge arms and hand plucking out her phone from her blazer's inner pocket, thumbs furiously swiping and typing, "I organised some take away. I thought you might be hungry."
She sent her message of demand before smirking gently back over to her lover.
"But no. There is no more business. I think you need to unwind my love," a dark spark flared in her eyes along with a single quirk of an eyebrow before three human women were directed into the room by the staff that resided in the mansion. Before the doors were locked. Each was tall and beautiful, excited smiles and giggles floating about them as they walked hurriedly over toward the Master of the mansion. The two with darker hair stood obediently before the Ancient while the blonde surprisingly came to drag her fingers across Shakeeya's shoulders causing her to raise her eyebrows and give an amused grunt over toward Hiran. She hoped the distraction was satisfactory.
"Bon appétit."

[Kay]

Hiran perked curiously at the purr that first rolled through her thin lips, and while his eyes no longer gave much indication when he glanced to the side, he was looking towards her. He looked down to the phone and pondered over what it could be now that he had forgotten about this time, but at her remark, a new feeling suddenly sprung through the man. He was starving. It was not uncommon for him to feed two or three times a day, but with his continuous slip ups he tended to neglect himself when it came to dietary restrictions. His head finally moved so both eyes could stared down at her and a long grin etched onto his dark lips.

“It has been ages since we have dined together.” The words slithered through lovingly but before he could do any more to express any more gratitude towards the head, the doors opened. Three to dine, his lover knew him well. The man felt himself becoming light in his own amusement, and without realizing he started to laugh menacingly as the girls flashed about like peacocks, unknowing of their slaughter to come. Before anything else, he reached over towards the woman whose feet were still in his lap, braced her jaw with a large dark hand and kissed her. His tongue slinked in between her lovely parted lips, and he made a tender growl into her throat.

“Thank you, ‘my love.’” He threw the pet name back at her before looking towards the women who have obviously started to become more cautious at the tension that swept through the room as his aura flared back to life. This was what he needed. A reminder of what he was, of the age that demanded so much life’s blood in order to be sate. He smiled and showed his fangs elongating before standing and making way towards the first victim.

The other two tried to flee as he ripped into the throat of one of the brunettes, groaning as blood soaked through his suit and onto his skin. He fed and felt his dark skin flush in violet as the hot desire coursed through his cursed veins. It didn’t take long before he calmly walked towards the other brunette, the screams turning his face into a twisted fright as his lips curled more than what seemed possible, and he too, bathed in delight at the mess he created as he took to feeding.

The blonde was incomprehensible as Hiran made his way towards her. Blood splatters all over his face, blending in with the crimson of his eyes. His hair was matted, his suit ruined, but he cared not. A hand filthed with gore of the girl’s friends grabbed at her neck, and he dragged her back towards the couch, sending a beautiful smile towards his little vampire.

“Share her with me. Please.” He extended one of her arms out towards Shakeeya before his lips made their way towards the other wrist of the blonde, lips pressing against it in a sweet kiss before his fangs plunged through. He looked up, wanting to watch the intimate moment as they took the human’s last breath together.

[Vaidya]

The change that came over the Ancient was almost palpable, Shakeeya's chest rising with excitement and pride as her delivery instantly and obviously pleased and amused the white haired vampire. Before she could burst into a mad grin, his hand was clamped hard around her jaw, roughly forcing a hungry kiss onto her and she gave a giddy groan of approval, tilting her small head into his control and parting her mouth wide to welcome his aggressive tongue, her own trying to match it. He was reborn, not a statue anymore, and the leap of dark energy from him was intoxicating. His hard hold on her was released as he stood to stroll toward his now nervous prey. The little mice that basically skipped into a lion's den was from an endless supply of human idiocy. Sometimes they were models. Actresses. Whores. So easy to lure in with money and power and promise. The red head's eyes only left the savagely gleeful look on her lover's face to take in the moment of confusion and building terror on the women's faces.

Her hand snatched out to grab the blonde's arm, the one who dared to flirt with her, rooting her to the space beside the vampiress on the couch before she could bolt with her friends. In a blurred and quick movement, Shakeeya was behind the woman, hand locked around her jaw to force her to watch Hiran's predatory approach of the brunettes who began to flee.
A wicked grin split Shakeeya's face ear to ear at the sight and the trembling and whimpers that began to escape from her prisoner were like music to her ears.
"Watch... isn't he beautiful," she purred against the woman's ear lobe. And she believed such a thing with her entire being, an open mouthed snarling smile making her amber eyes gleam madly as she watched flesh ripped open, heard shrieks and begging, smelt that powerful seduction of blood in the air.
"Yes... oh yes, my love," she said in shameless desire before throwing her head back to laugh loudly and coldly at his second victim's feeble attempt at escape, watching him suck the life from her rapidly before Shakeeya was shoving the last blonde, helpless prey before him. She sank back down onto the lounge, reclined with her leg crossed over the other, arms folded behind her head as if she were lazily watching her favourite TV show. This was him. This was the man, no the monster that she delighted in watching. His every move flawless, his lust for pain and blood just mesmorising and mirroring her own. Her body was buzzing as the Ancient returned to the couch, leaving two carelessly dumped corpses behind him, his face, hands and suit splattered in gorgeous red. His long hair that she delighted in so much matted with clots of blood. Poetry.

The blonde was yammering and carrying on, pissing herself as she pleaded for her life, going into shock after watching this creature end her friends lives as if they were nothing. The sound was growing tiresome already to the red head, and she smirked broadly when Hiran shifted to quieten her with a taloned hand around her weak neck.
The offer caused her to raise her eyebrows, her fangs already lengthened without control after observing such a show.
"So generous," she couldn't help the silky sound of her voice before she chuckled as the bag of flesh was forced down onto the lounge beside her. Shakeeya took the wrist offered to her with a loud hum of approval, feeling and smelling the coursing liquid just millimetres beneath the woman's skin. She watched, her eyes almost turning a shade darker as Hiran's lips kissed at his dinner before sinking in to dine. The scream that left the prey sent shivers up her dead spine, a sharp 'hah' leaving her mouth before she followed suit, fangs plunging in hungrily to radial artery of the wrist she possessed. The pop of warm blood filling her mouth was like sinking into a hot bath. With all the decandent soaps and wine. With someone's head between your legs. It was that good. Her eyes threatened to roll shut as she sucked hard, acknowledging her own deep hunger, but she forced them to stay open and watch her lover beside her. The same sensations pouring between them. The red head suckled and grunted and drowned in the terrified shrieks of the woman who was giving her life force to them. She would try to squirm her arm away but Shakeeya's grip only tightened, a growl leaving her chest as she pressed her fangs in deeper, blood dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her pale chest. Her other hand reached over subconsciously to place a firm hand ontop of Hiran's thigh, as if she was making a steamy promise over a romantic dinner. This was how it was supposed to be.

[Kay]

Lust built in excitement as Shakeeya took up on his offer, and his eyes nearly glowed as he watched her bite into the other arm. They sat for minutes, staring at the other as the life force of the girl was drained into their mouths, and it was becoming harder to not show some way of the desire he felt for his partner. His own growl muffled into the skin when he heard her pleasure. The hand that reached his thigh was the final barrier to break. It was torture to not show some twisted affection for the delectable treat that she bestowed upon him tonight. Ideas were starting to pop into his head at the silent promise those fingers told. His eyes closed, breaking the connection they had as he willed himself to break away from the skin that still contained what was left of the blood their last meal of the evening possessed. Shakeeya was going to need the last bit more.

He watched her feed with a quiet grin on his face, pondering at the adorable face she made, before sliding off the couch only to kneel down between his lover’s legs, bloodied hands sliding sensuously up her skin. Gored fingernails paused at the skirt, and with a small scowl he reached up and gripped at the cloth that stood between him and her heat. It was a slow start as he took joy in the ripping sound that filled the air as he forced the material to part down the middle, his bloodied face smiling as he looked up at her. With better access his hands then slid back to her knees before pulling her closer with a huff.

“I never did repay for the… kiss you used earlier to wake me.” He purred out, lowering so that he could kiss at her inner thigh, satisfied at the red that was left behind when he pulled away. “Please, let me make it up to you now.” Fangs slid along the sensitive skin as he lapped up the smears his blood ridden face had placed. Then with a murmur, clamped down hard on the inner leg, feeling the quick gush of her vampiric blood lap at his tongue. The hands that were on her knees quickly moved to grip at her outer thighs, nails threatening to break skin to keep her close to him. He moaned into her, loving the taste of her life’s support. Humans were water compared to the bliss that her blood gave. His hands released their dangerous tight hold on her skin to tear away the rest of what used to be a skirt so that she could easily watch from above as he fed from her. Fingers then crawled up to her waist, bloodied trailed ruining the rest of her little business attired. Whatever, he could always buy her more.

He finally pulled his fangs away, licking at the already healing wound. Years of her feeding off him made her vampiric abilities strong. Which was lucky for her, as his face drew to the other thigh. He looked up at her with a wicked smile, the smell of her blood heavy in the air.

“Perhaps once more, just to show how much I appreciate all your efforts, hm?” This time he edged closer towards her mound, biting once again, and his hands pulled on her waist, begging for closeness.

[Vaidya]

It was almost an audible break in the Ancient when her palm smoothed firmly over the man's thigh, pointed fingernails ending in gripping the many threaded, expensive fabric. Her thumb swept up his inner thigh so briefly it could have been imagined. But it wasn't. It was all a part of her game that ignited the passion and power inside the white haired specimen of perfection. He was the most focused point of her undead existence and her most recent and unrelenting game was keeping him present. Keeping the blood and the lust and the wild look in his eye. That was who he was. Who she knew him as... And true to his magnificent form, her touch beckoned him closer. After a filling meal, their heightened senses were drawing in the scent of blood that left them more charged and higher than any drug... and the hard, luring look in her gaze; it was the perfect storm to gain Hiran's undivided attention. His refreshed movements were more fluid than water, her lips and teeth still latched on to her prey when she felt his icy, strong hands on her pale legs. An involuntary groan muffled against the blonde woman's open flesh at the wet sensation of his hands sliding up her skin with the remnant blood from his meal. She shifted in her seat to observe him with dilated slitted pupils, a soft growl cracking from her throat as he began to slowly rip hee skirt. She'd only just bought that one...

The look on his face had her instantly at his mercy however, her legs falling apart naturally as the pencil skirt was loosened from around her soft thighs.  Her mouth did not leave the woman's wrist, the human barely giving an ounce of a fight anymore as her life's essence was almost entirely drained from her and she began to drift off to eternal sleep. A luxurious death really. Shakeeya normally liked to rip off a limb to wake them back up momentarily, just to get one final scream out of them, the terror etched into their faced when they passed into becoming a boring useless lump of dead flesh. Her interests were far away from such things however as she turned to recline in the leather lounge as her buttocks were dragged forward to perch on the edge, amber eyes watching his every move as his lips and tongue along her inner thigh sent thrilling tingles up her spine while she continued to snack, both hands cupping the dregs of her meal to her mouth still. And it unwittingly gave her something to bite down onto as his fangs sliced into her flesh, a cry leaping from the vampiress, but instead of being like a wail of pain it was a noise of surprise and exhileration. Searing pain spread through her upper leg, her body jerking involuntarily but she didn't attempt to pull away. No this was bringing her to life. She could feel every cell in her leg. The fantastic juxtaposition of his gentle caress and swift bite setting her senses and mind ablaze. Her eyes burned down to the snowy head between her legs as the pathetic fabric of her skirt was hastily destroyed, leaving the red head sitting in a tiny g-string, a blazer and little else. She snarled into the flesh she held as his eyes boared into hers before that low voice threatened so beautifully once more. Shakeeya felt a non existance breath catch in her throat as his mouth moved higher. He wouldn't...

He would,and she should expect no limit to their perversions after this length of time. The vampiress was held down as his fangs punctured the flesh next to her sensitive mound, a small patch of red curls barely escaping the savage bite, blood trickling down the Ancient's chin aswell as the crease between her pelvis and thigh. And Shakeeya could do little to cry out again, a more hoarse sound now at the proximity to such a sensitive and precious body part. Her body was pinned into the couch as Hiran kept her close, as if he were making out with her wound, the energy the attack coursed through her transfering into her own bite in response. She gave a high growl into the flesh and ground down her teeth. The now deceased woman's hand tearing straight off her arm with a definitive snap of the bone. The unexpected motion caused Shakeeya's head to jolt forward with a grunt, blinking once before removing her mouth from the destroyed wrist, amber eyes staring at the amputated body part cradled in her small hands. The laugh that bubbled up from her could not be restrained in the slightest. Her head fell back as she cackled for a good while, a whince toning it down as the pain from Hiran's bites brought her back to the moment at hand.
At hand... she started laughing again at her private pun before dangling the piece of meat teasingly infront of the Ancient, tossing the hand carelessly back over her shoulder for it to give a wet thud against the carpet behind the couch, her thighs spreading open further in a promiscious light now.
"I deserve everything Hiran," she spoke with a shaky purr, enjoying herself thoroughly.
"But remember..." her eyes narrowed as her blood soaked hand dipped down to grip at the base of Hiran's thick white braid, keeping his head close to her pulsing heat, "Payback can be a bitch."
She loved playing on and challenging his dominant streak even if it always ended in her forced submission. It flared that aura all the more in him and made her more hungry for anything he had for her.

[Kay]

Hiran was completely enthralled by the noises his vampiric lover made. To cause her pain was part of the adoration he had of her. In truth it had started with the desire to watch her consider if he would continue that pain into something much more dangerous with their earlier games with the flirtation of death. But today, after so long of being with the other, it was simply an expression of how much he craved her, desired her. Her screams were signs of her pleasures towards his natural need to tear at flesh and feel the pulsing life that lay underneath it. And unlike then, he would now return the favor, his blood a potent drug that had even managed to change her appearance. It wasn’t much of a surprise when her eyes started to turn to imitate that of an Ancient’s. So much of the blood that ran through her veins belonged to him.

The sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing, then the feeling of blood splattering on the top of his head as Shakeeya involuntarily shredded a body part from their shared meal made the vampire snarl into her leg. The laugh was nearly drowned out by the need that enveloped at the gorey atmosphere that was introduced from the severed limb. The shaking produced her blood to pump faster into his mouth, dripping down her skin and onto the leather couch.

The vision of fingers brought him back to some sense of reality. He plucked his fangs out from her body and pulled his head back, watching them curiously before Shakeeya tossed the hand. He looked up towards her, a breath sucking in from his bloodied lips and studied her. The movement of her legs brought his gaze back downwards, and he stared at the red liquid that pooled from her already healed thigh.

A hiss slipped from his lips as she grabbed at his hair and pushed him back to between her legs, fangs baring towards her mound. Though he considered her words and let his lips slide into a smile.

“Hmm.” Was all he offered for now before reaching forward the rest of the way. He let his elongated canines slide against the moist lips of her entrance, testing her. He let himself pause, seeing if she was questioning his attempts before letting his teeth bite down, nicking a piece of her labia before his tongue lapped over her sweetness. Only a taste for now. She would have to beg for more.

“Such daring words, my lovely Shakeeya.” Hiran said, pushing himself slowly towards her, hands moving to grip on either side of the couch as he leaned up towards her face, smiling towards her. The smell of her was already on his breath.

“But one must wonder how someone as you would hope to follow through?” It was a taunt towards her power, her weakness towards someone such as himself. It usually was always questioned later with whether or Shakeeya would be able to gain any power over him, or would he be the one to take control and let her stay at his mercy. The surprise was what was building the strong desire inside him, and his face showed it.

[Vaidya]

The amusing moment with the newly deceased woman's dismembered hand had grabbed the curiousity of the Ancient away from her thighs at least. Shakeeya was glad to toss it aside however as she knew where she preferred that delightful mouth of his. Her twisted and triumphant fangy smile increased at the image of her dark ruby blood on his mouth and chin. Her wounds Hiran had inflicted were healed and so the pain had vanished also, leaving a pause in their movements as the vampiress attempted to goad him. To ignite more fire in his blood. That fresh blood he had just raped from his prey's body's. And she should have known from that mad smile across his dark face that she had pushed those buttons well. It wasn't exactly the Ancient's style to comply with demands made of him, as her hand held his braid tighter in anticipation of his mouth hovering over her heat, barely covered by skimpy underwear.

An unashamed sound of impatience left her throat, teeth gritting together slightly as she watched his white head decend back to his prize. It took all her strength not to tilt her hips forward hungrily. She'd been a fantasticly complacent witness to the blood bath earlier, and now every button in her desire filled body had been prodded at in one way or another. And with the smooth sensation of the bases of his canine's pressing and slidding against her lips, the red head's yellow eyes fluttered uncontrollably, a stuttered gasp leaving her. Everything seemed heightened, even his huff of a breath against her pussy sent her anticipation up through the ceiling. Of course that was before...
"AH!" she jerked at the needle sharp pain that flashed from her already swollen labia, the tiny trickle of blood however becoming her ally as Shakeeya's tone changed immediately, a pleasured sounding chuckle of approval responding to the Ancient's tongue making a gentle and delving sweep between her folds as the thin fabric of her g-string was shifted aside slightly. The vampiress clicked her teeth in an encouraging way, but of course it was never that easy, her smile still twisted on her face despite the ache he left her with.

Her hand moved with him, releasing the hold on his braid to simply shift to the side slightly and dip her fingertips in the beginning of his hair line, cupping the base of his head. Keeping that head close as he soon moved to loom over her, that domineering body language written all over him. And Shakeeya enjoyed every letter. Amber was clashing with red as her challenge was returned to her, a small hum of amusement sounding up to him.
"Oh dear. Someone like -me- hmm?" her voice was playful and coy, perhaps laced with tiny part of poison with the way he talked down to her. But after all, they had been at each other that long over the centuries, the Ancient surely knew how to get under her skin aswell. Shakeeya could only provide a dramatic sigh, as if she didn't have a single thought in her dim little head. Her other hand snapped down to cup the vampire's crouch in a flash however.
"I usually find this works," she said in a low, challenging hiss and smirk, her hand firm but not dangerously so. She wasn't -that- stupid. But perhaps daring enough to give her lover's very much appreciated anatomy a noticable squeeze through his pants. Her eyes fell to his lips with a lick of her own top lip.

[Kay]

It wasn’t hard to see that the yelp from the woman excited Hiran. A tingling sensation had gone through him in her cry and he savored the high pitched noise with delight. The temptation to pick up the vampire and throw her to the bloodied and gored floor and take her was becoming ever present in his thoughts. Between the smell that permeated the air keeping his fangs itching, the taste of her already on his mouth, and her cockiness was making it hard to think at that point. His vampiric desires were wishing he would simply stop thinking and just act. She was was already there, begging for him to become his old self that sought for what he wanted and took it no matter the consequences. His fingers started to the reach forward, the need for flesh and blood winning him over.

But he could see the arrogance flow through her after his words and it sent his mind whirling with decisions. Something flickered in the back of his head… irritation? He took note of the hand that around his head and the coy commentary. She was feeling safe. it was an evening that the Ancient then decided generosity simply did not exist in his world. His lips thinned into a straight line at her playtime tones, narrowing his eyes as his vampire lover leaned her hand towards his body. The evidence of his excitement betrayed him as it was evident he had gathered some lustful building tension in the aftermath of his bloodbath. But it was never enough that his body demanded it. And despite the generous gift she had provided him, he decided the arrogance of her feeling she deserved some sort of reward should be dealt with. He was the Ancient. She was the youngling. The need to establish his place was driving his world. And he had to work. He flicked his head, sending a small splatter of chunky red bits into the air as he attempted to bring some of the annoying matted hair that clung to his face but it was in vain, and somehow it irritated him more.

“Hn.” The noise was clenched through his teeth, the itch that was driven by lust was now by anger. “You are so sure of that, Shakeeya?” The Ancient stepped back and straightened him, frustratingly feeling now the wetness that soaked through his suit. Perfect. Another one he needed to replace.

The Ancient grumbled under his breath and he looked towards the desk he had meant to be at hours ago. More irritation. This whole mind fuck he kept sending himself to was wasting so much precious time he needed to go over his books. And journals. It had been days since he had written of the bloodline.

“Fetch a servant to clean up this… mess.” Hiran said simply, turning his head from her so he could head towards the door. “I am going to go clean up, and then work. Too much time has been wasted already.” He knew it would anger her for the sudden change of desire to disinterest towards her, and he couldn’t decide if he liked the flair of his old self again or not.