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Post by Vaidya on Jul 23, 2017 15:23:15 GMT
Although her heart was not hammering along with excitement, Shakeeya could almost feel the phantom sensation from the organ that had been still for centuries now. Her kneeling posture straightened a fraction as she focused on her creator's voice, an instinctive hum inside her brain perhaps shining more light in each subtle tone and pronunciation. A bond that had been truly broken by her maker himself shortly after she was created, which probably explained the lack of telepathy present between the pair. Unless it just wore off after a century or two of not being used. Or got lost inside his inner insanity amongst the other thousand children. Her wandering thoughts were never lasting long as her grip around Hiran's length was if anything a lovely grounding point. She knelt paused, an occasional excited pant airing past the tip of him whilst her head tilted in curiousity toward the men's voices. It took all of her strength not to snort an amused laugh under the table as the Ancient dodged around her location by insuating artfully that she wasn't in the room. She gave the bulging tip of him a gentle kiss as a reward for such eloquence and continued a slow but steady pace of stroking him up and down, her small hand rolling with hed wrist each time as she reached the impressive end of him.
Her mind was in many states. Part of her devilishly scheming on how to traumatise her maker, and another part wanting to leap out and rip his throat out in a surprise attack. It would be satisfying but quite dull to end such a potentially long term game in that way. Part of her listened to her lover's voice for any waver or hint of her effects, and another part was inquisitive as to what his business angle was on all of this. Shakeeya was about to return her lips to pucker over his head when Hiran spoke such words of pure dismissal toward Ranier. Her hand stopped and her face lost any expression, a confusion falling over her. She had heard perfectly but... what did this mean? Was this intelligent? Was this...
And the business part of Shakeeya that had become so strong, would only be second best to her selfish desires and true contentment at her twisted, wicked ways in which to play with others. This game her lover was throwing in Ranier's face... It perhaps wired her up more than his cock grasped in her fingers and she gave a little squeeze of thanks up to him before her crooked smirk enveloped her face. Memories of Hiran spilling her blood with such hatred and annoyance of her... They were completely muggy in this moment. He was doing this to keep her. To keep his own life secure no doubt aswell, being that Ranier could not be trusted. But he was taking his own turn now in boasting his power, and claiming Shakeeya in the process. It was like a drug to the vampiress who could have been argued as equally possessive as he was.
Such a statement deserved reward of course, and glowing eyes finally peeled away from her maker's fancy Italian made shoes and back to the prize in her hand. Glowing eyes refocused in the close proximity and she barely swallowed her groan to witness a thick bead of pre cum give a slow drip from the end of his cock. Her lust was smoldering and her tongue lapped out to catch the rest, smearing her tongue in slow circles around the tip of him before her face passed by him and kissed at the base of his cock, tongue swirling down the soft skin there to massage his partly obscured balls,forcing more sensations and blood to the area.
Ranier, as oblivious as he was, suddenly became hyper aware of how this event had been flipped around so quickly. He had given an indifferent grunt at the confirmation of Shakeeya's absence but his eyebrows shot up along with a multiple, almost disbelieving blinks of his flaming eyes. "I... I beg your pardon Missiour. This... this was a good deal. Everyone benefits," he was honestly flabbergasted and shaking his head with a mildly screwed up expression. Trying to maintain his charms but also battling with his anger that simmered close to his pride. He did not want to be made a fool of. His outstretched palms leaving his torso open as if showing himself as honestly as possible. Another shake and scoff overtaking his entire being as he tried to process what was being played at here. His anger flared, even though he knew it was a dangerous move with the old vampire. His hands shifted to grip at the back of the chair beside Hiran, holding it firmly to centre himself. He did not want to say something that could escalate this all... even though that was what the bald man almost seemed to be arrogantly fishing for. Ranier took a moment to compose the threat of his eye twitching and gave a strong clear of his throat as the Ancient accused him of perhaps... a longer term goal in all of this.
"...I assure you. As much of a talker that I am, my only aim here today is to merge our powers. If that is what you are referring to, I have no interest in wanting to..." He released a hand to rotate it about in the air flambotantly as he chased the English words, "acquire everything myself. No Missiour. I am not the best pick for a grand leader perhaps... But I know that this. This is going to be an incredible mistake for you if you walk away from the Royals and their opened hand. The pardon for the past... discrepancies. The amount of finances and resources you will be passing up I..." He couldn't wrap his mind around it really, even though beneath it all he was far from loyal to the family that he had been sent by. And his scheming ways were buried beneath the many other voices inside his head. "Well perhaps this is more about the little red head. By all means. I discarded her long ago. I am a grown man and can take the hit if you want to take ownership of 'er so seriously..." His anger was subduing a little however as he began to take a mental note that... if this was in fact a major part of why Hiran was backing out of all of this. Because Ranier had approached his creation with a natural sense of ownership, well. Shakeeya might have become a bigger part of this collective movement against the Ancient. She was important enough for him to get petty with the Frenchman at least.
Shakeeya had tuned out the dark haired man however. He was fucking boring and pompous. Why did she even give a single shit that he was even here? Oh well, it was quite thrilling just for the fact that her mouth was busy suckling and nuzzling deeper into her lover's crotch. The tip of her tongue swirled around repetitively, pulling and rolling the man's balls with it as her hand began it's pumping action again. This time perhaps a little sharper on the down ward stroke to earn a bit more of a pleasure and urgency. Hiran's words fell around her as his pride and power seemed to glow around him. Her influence in this amusing game may just have been helping him along. Each subtle hint that her mouth and hand was pleasing him gave her more fire in her belly. Less of an inclination to be as quiet as a little red mouse it seemed. Her mouth finally returned to him, closing over tightly to take him half way into her mouth before she began some quiet but not silent suckles, her hand settling over the base of him and giving a squeeze now and then. Her left hand and thumb shifted off his thigh to rest where her mouth had previously been pleasuring and began fondling him beneath his swelling dick. The alien sound might have been picked up in Ranier's subconscious somewhere but his offense that was clearly communicated was at the front of his brain instead.
"Could we at least..." It was obvious he was making a strained effort to keep his tones pleasant and his face from returning to a scowl, his fanged teeth gritting as he said, "Negotiate?"
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Kay
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Post by Kay on Jul 24, 2017 10:14:21 GMT
There was a mixture of disbelief and rage that made the air pungent for the Ancient. It wrestled with the tingling smells of saliva and cum that was only growing steadily stronger, though hopefully would not be as obvious now that Hiran had Ranier’s undivided attention. The bald man took some delight in the appearances that flashed in the other’s facial features so openly, though he was masking it with a look of indifference as he controlled himself under Shakeeya’s handiwork under the table. She was doing everything within her power to get a rise out of him, but he didn’t want to blow their cover on what was really happening just yet. He still wanted the satisfaction of watching Ranier realize that he wouldn’t even get the chance to prove how much of a threat he could be towards this American corporation. It proved difficult however and his thighs tensed as her tongue massaged the underside of the tip of his head and hands pulled at his balls. A hint of a grunt struggled with his control and the Ancient reacted with a small frown as he pushed down his primal reactions. The frown however had only started to naturally deepen as Ranier opened his mouth again. For as clever as Hiran thought this elder vampire was, he certainly wasn’t capable of keeping his mouth shut when it was needed. The tendency to say more than what was needed was the tip off from the original meeting, and that reminder came yet again, and only furthered the dark knot that clenched in the Ancient’s gut.
The bloodied gaze narrowed at the bright gold, feeling his shoulders stiffen as the accusation that this merger was necessary. A mistake… As if the Ancient hadn’t survived for centuries already, building this empire of slave trading and stocks and reputations for who he was, not for who he was associated with. The accusation that it was him who needed aid from the lesser and those who judged but did nothing else was what would set him on the top, as though he wasn’t already there. The sheer level of disrespect that came with that small statement brought up a warning growl to Hiran’s throat before he could stop himself, sending a thrill of electric pulses from his own old energy that made mortals flee as though they had been shocked by the atmosphere. But it seemed the insults would not stop. Ranier had to go and once again, bring up Shakeeya in his desire to show some level of dominancy over the Ancient. His one way that he one upped the Ancient, by creating the very creature that the current bald man depended on to sustain his day to day living. The rumbling threat wavered in his throat as his teeth started to clench. There was an urge to rise and show this arrogant bastard of a vampire exactly why kind of fire he was playing with. It was rare to someone so stupid as to think they could get away with speaking with this type of disregard, and the dark creature that rumbled in his veins started to hiss towards his fingers, itching at the idea of wrapping around Ranier’s throat to see what would happen if he squeezed. No level of royal protection could help him from that little predicament.
Shakeeya then reminded him of his own troubles if he acted out. He clenched his eyes closed for a moment and took in a breath, reminding him of the political game he needed to finish. As delightful as it would be to simply pop Ranier’s head off and send it rolling towards the office his men were using to go over the paperwork, the longterm effects of him having to explain his failures because he could not hold his tongue from spilling his secret tasks would have far more rewards and future laughter from both he and the woman currently shoving his shaft down her mouth and throat. The reminder sent a chuckle through the old beast and a hand rose to rub at his forehead as he dealt with the continuous urges she was fighting to make him show. His other hand naturally slipped under the table as though to place on his lap, though it went to her head, grabbing a fistful of hair to show his desire for her as her sucks started to increase in need.
“Again and again, you doubt me, Missiour.” Hiran started. “Insult after insult. It is amazing, really.” And then he asked to negotiate, and the Ancient could hardly stop himself as his few small chuckles turned into a dark laughter. The hand that rubbed at his forehead moved to his eyes, shaking his head in utter disbelief. He wasn’t sure if the laughter was from anger that had yet to present itself in this very moment, or if he was genuine in his glee.
“Negotiations!” He barked out a short loud laugh after repeating Ranier’s restrained statement, leaning his head back momentarily, exposing his long canines in the twisted smile that formed from the actions his chuckles produced. “You come here, to my territory, and accuse me of being defenseless against fucking dogs. You seem to believe I have a need to include the despicable royals back into my good graces in order to keep my business afloat with their reputations and funds. You talk towards my partner as though she were a lapdog. And now you want to negotiate? For my power, and influence, and name? For what, your measly vampire army that you can hardly understand as they all scream in your head?”
The hand that was still in the air smacked against the already cracked surface of the office table, sending a hint of more splinters along its sides as he roared towards the elder, fangs elongated and bared through his mixture of lust and rage that was fighting for dominancy. “You insolent fool! How dare you forget your place!” He leaned forward at that point, eyes nearly blazing.
“This is my world, fledgling! I am the one who you aspire to, who you worship and desire to be when it comes to establishing your place amongst the Corporate. I made this era for vampires. No werewolf can stop this company from taking what belongs to it, and no fucking royal will be able to overthrow what is not theirs. And no maker will threaten what I have done when they cannot even understand their own fledglings.” The hand that was wrapped in Shakeeya’s bright red hair curled as his body pulsed, threatening to pluck the roots out as Hiran snarled towards the other man, holding himself back from the violence that burned in his blood at that moment.
“You want a negotiation, Ranier? Here it is. You have tonight to get the fuck out of my territory safely before I enjoy the pleasure of hunting you down myself. No one will agree to your terms once I have declined them. You will never have a place here in the Americas. Go back home.” Hiran sneered at that moment, letting his shoulders relax as he started to relax, eyes closing as he let his death grip on his lover’s head release with a caress against her cheek. “Now get out of my face. I have a more pressing matter to attend to.”
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Post by Vaidya on Jul 26, 2017 14:05:33 GMT
She could almost feel the disbelieving anger humming from the Ancient in her mouth. Almost like a foreboding song in the back of her mind. But when it caused her to pause in her secretive ministrations to acknowledge the sensation oozing from the Ancient, the pulse of his cock in her hand dragged her attention back to the moment. There was no indication to stop now. Shakeeya gave a soft hum of approval, sliding him out of her mouth so she could watch her saliva mixed with his leaking cum. As if he could burst at any moment, despite the seriousness the conversation had taken a sharp turn toward. Hiran began to growl over to Ranier and it was a perfect sound to the vampiress, moving her mouth back over the tip of him to suckle some more whilst her hand pumped the rest of his shaft.
Ranier's terrible attempt at negotiations had proven to be quite a distraction for getting her lover to relieve himself from abstinence, but Shakeeya realised the error in her thoughts when his hand descended below the table to grab tightly into her hair, a few strands tearing at the roots with his direction and forcing her mouth further over him. She couldn't hold back the surprised and aroused groan that vibrated against his dick in her mouth. He wanted her even more, his anger and hatred fueling a twisted urge that made him even more full of lust. She relaxed her throat and let him control her. He wanted to fuck her mouth in anger, then she would give her love what he wanted. Her right hand remained at the base of his throbbing cock, stroking whatever didn't quite make it into her mouth and down her throat whilst her left hand began a selfish trip south ward, fingertips trailing down her own abdomen before her thighs that had been so tightly squeezed together, parted beneath the table despite the pull of her skirt's fabric. The smell of her own arousal hit her like a sweet summer breeze and she inhaled her own scent that mixed with his that was quite literally being shoved into her face. Over and over. She was unable to hold back the occasional grunt or weak gag as he pulled her mouth on his erection in a primal way now. He didn't care.
Ranier was that thrown back by the sharp rise in aggression from Hiran that even he lost his desperate attempt at keeping his forced smiling charms on his face. The elder's face dropped and her took a noticable step back as the seated vampire looked as if his rage might have him lurching toward the Frenchman in the blink of an eye. Golden eyes watched him warily and the sobering realisation of his potential murder was stewing inside him. Hiran did not want to play nice with the Royals after all. A huge mistake in Ranier's eyes but he could hardly be expected to reason with a mad man, could he? The few sounds from beneath the table were lost to his ears as he mentally began calling for his faithful soldiers who were in the immediate area incase he needed protection. His face gave nothing away as he listened to Hiran rant. That was until he cried out mentally to his children to come to his aid in a heightened tone of fear, jumping visibky as the bald vampire sent an enormous split through the middle of the table, one that dwarfed the one Shakeeya had made previously. Ranier hissed between his teeth but he said nothing as the much older vampire spat venom toward him.
Shakeeya's finger tips finally reached the soaking patch of her thin underwear, pushing the laced fabric aside to allow her lips to greet the air. Hiran's rougher grip intensified, the pain sending a jolt of adrenalin through her entire body and she all but smiled around his cock as he eyes began to roll into the back of her head. Her fingers slid inbetween her already swollen lips and she moaned over his cock. Her fangs had already began to lengthen involuntarily as he yanked at her head angrily, like a lust driven beast. But as her fingertips began to pleasure herself and roll tight little circles around her aching clit, her fangs were no longer under her control. She was careful not to slice him in her mouth but never the less, a knick now and then might be unavoidable at this stage. Shakeeya was sinking deeper into her thick fog of desire, quite uncaring of Ranier's existance as Hiran spoke of her as if she were the highest thing on a pedestal in his immortal life. That was where she needed to live in his mind. And now her head continued to move in the same rough and quickened fashion over his hard cock even though he had finished pushing her head down by her hair. Shakeeya didn't take him as far down her throat but only so that she could fully use her tongue' s capabilities of swooping around him continuously along with suckling him more fondly. And loudly.
Ranier's private panic and unsure expression of how to reply to Hiran's orders for him to leave the damn country... they shifted to one of being puzzled as the wet sucking sound began to finally reach his ears. Her tilted his head a moment, eyes flitting about the room as if to find a logical source but could see none. "What is..." The scent hit him. An unmistakable one. It made him swallow as a jolt was sent through him but the man still remained standing beside the Ancient, although an extra few steps back, a slow look travelling to Hiran's face as if it was his last chance to understand that this was a trick and not what he thought it was.
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Post by Kay on Jul 27, 2017 6:22:04 GMT
It was a toss up between the repeated movement of his forced hand that kept Shakeeya from swelling his dick whole and releasing it from the pressure of her mouth that made him want to groan and jut his hips to further the pleasuring aches, and forget momentarily of his sexual urges so he could rise and kill the annoyance that wouldn’t leave the room. The noises that involuntarily left his lover’s throat though made him realize that the charade was going to end, and whether he wanted Ranier to know they were fucking in front of him would soon no longer matter. So he stopped trying to pretend it wasn’t happening as his hand that was bracing alongside her red head gripped at his knee and he clenched his eyes shut, taking in a breath through his nostrils, ignoring completely the possible serious issues if Ranier attempted to bring his army inside the building. He was no longer a concern in the Ancient’s world. He had said his piece, and told the elder to leave, so that he could relinquish the pent up aggression into a form of urgent lust, and at the thought had started to lower his other hand down towards Shakeeya’s head, readying himself for a show of dominancy over the woman. The smell of her had become potent and it created an ache for his release.
The sound of a stranger’s voice made his red gaze peek back open, before looking towards Ranier and seeing he was still here, standing in the room, watching the Ancient as though he had welcomed the audience as Shakeeya fondled the head of his dick with loud suckles and slurps. He watched the other man walk backwards as he began to figure out that the Ancient had his fledgling between his legs the whole meeting, cock in mouth, as he fucked over the business deal with all intentions of sending Ranier home with nothing to show for. At that the Ancient couldn’t help but spread his lips into a wicked grin and emitted a chuckle, hands wrapping around the sides of Shakeeya’s head as he encouraged her to keep playing.
“I’m sure Shakeeya would have wanted to wish you luck on your journey back, but… she’s currently occupied.” The sentence made the Ancient’s chuckle turn into a rich dark laughter, leaning his head back with the sound as he slumped further down into the chair as he pressed her face into his fully engorged girth which resulted in the laughter turning into a hiss as her fangs sliced along the sides of his cock.
“Leave!” The demand was sharp with an edge of a groan alongside it as Hiran wanted nothing more at that point than to focus all his energy onto the pain and bliss. Any choice words of the other vampire left fell to deaf ears at that point, as did the buzzing sound of the man’s phone before footsteps carried him out, leaving the pair to themselves finally to finish the deed that the little woman started at the beginning of the meet. As joyous as it was to have won over the territorial dispute, Hiran wanted to forget about the frustrations that came with Shakeeya’s maker and focus more solely on the fact that he could now do whatever he pleased without the mask of business dealings. It resulted in him grabbing hold of his lover’s face, forcing her to still as he spread his legs and planted his soled heels firmly on the thin layer of carpet, and hips started to thrust towards her. The sensation was slow to start with but he hardly wasted time as the anticipation was long past due for him to buck into her mouth and fangs, feeling the slices that it created which only resulted into a loud moan from him as the quick slips of black blood filled the air, making his own canines extend in want. He pushed himself fully down her throat, knowing the quick actions of his hips was making her eyes water as his thumbs smoothed over her cheeks, but he wasn’t going to stop. He was so close.
“Shakeeya.” He murmured out, his body quickening the pace and the loud slaps of the saliva, blood, and cum dribbled its mess down her chin, throat, and chest. He could feel the tightening in his groin, resulting in his fingers gripping Shakeeya’s hair yet again as he hitched a hiss between his teeth, sending one more powerful thrust before his finally found the release he had been aspiring for days. He pushed his lover’s mouth up against the start of his shaft as he felt the first strong pulsate against her tongue and throat, spurting his seed with a snarl. He rocked his hips as the second wave was sent down, head leaning fully back with an aching moan as he could feel Shakeeya nearly choke at the forced liquid to be swallowed. He kept up the game of small thrusts with each burst of his cum until he finally slowed. He paused momentarily, keeping the woman locked in place as he returned back to reality and lessened the tensed muscled of his thighs, resulting in the first draw back of his girth. He clenched his teeth at the sensation of her fangs and tongue sweeping over his sensitive organ before he laughed, pausing in need of a break before he would let her pull away from him completely.
“Amazing, little wild creature. You were fanta-“ The Ancient seemed to have stilled completely in thought as his eyes widened, body stiffening as he parted his lips in shock at the sudden mental connection. It was only moments later that Shakeeya’s phone buzzed with a text of only two words from an unknown source - Distract Him.
Meanwhile, the text that helped the elder to leave the showcasing power duo was from an unknown number, but its sender was waiting downstairs, patiently, knowing that the curiosity would be too much for its recipient to simply ignore. “Highly recommend you leave now and let the couple do their thing. I’ll be waiting in front of the building by the car. Come have a drink and let’s get you a real business deal.” The man was dressed into a light grey suit and maroon tie, leaning against the dark limo as he waited for Ranier to come down so they could be introduced properly. Red crimson eyes were focused on the soft screen of his phone as he sucked in a breath of his cig between pierced lips, a yellow tanned hand pulling up to take away the stick to blow out a breath of smoke with a smirk. More piercings covered both his brows and ears, giving off slight glints from its silver in the darkness. He looked up when he heard the sound of the front door opening, and placed the cigarette back between his lips and the hand smoothed over the top portion of his head that was slicked back with a mixture of black and violet, the sides shaved as what was current with modern fashion. The slender man pushed himself off from the side of the limo, smirking as smoke slowly raised from between his lips as he took a few steps towards the one called Ranier.
“Guten tag!” A chuckle left the man, crinkling his almond shaped eyes as he pocketed his phone. “Bet that was a shitshow for yah, huh? Not too surprising, though. When that woman is involved, it’s pretty much bets off for everything. But there’s hope! My seller is quite interested in this… ah I guess this is them.” Red eyes shifted as he saw the mass coming towards the building, quirking his double pierced brow towards them all. “That was fast. Which… is excellent for you, if you would spare me a moment of your time, Herr LeBlanc?”
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Post by Vaidya on Aug 1, 2017 16:09:37 GMT
Any natural European bronze that was left in Ranier's undead skin suddenly drained itself from his complexion. His pupils constricted and his posture became as stiff as if he were a new piece of artwork for the board room. His head tilted upwards as his eyes... as much as they resisted in those last moments, ventured down. Shock and a soft hint of a sneer consumed him as Hiran spoke dark, taunting words followed by that chilling laugh. Everything became crystal clear in that moment. He had been out played. The swirling rumours of a crumbling white haired Ancient were all useless words now in the frenchman's mind and he was beginning to see how calculated yet unhinged he truly was. And coupled with his wilding blood daughter... who was... He had to swallow the offended snarl that wanted to leap from his mouth. It had been his mistake to cast her aside it seemed. When she had risen beside this unbreakable power that just wasn't going to fade unless other sources saw to it.
He stood there swallowing his fear and still frozen in place by the rare sensation that he was being treated to. He was the one who was outmatched and left feeling awkward as bright red strands of hair began to emerge in the bald vampire's lap as he reclined, the scents and sounds sensing both a thrill and a lance of hatred down the black haired man's spine. His teeth ground together before he turned to leave. Before he was made to be an even bigger fool. "You will regret this," he said quietly and plainly in the doorway. But the Ancient was not in the least bit interested or registering the other man in the room, Ranier bending the door knob out of shape as he witnessed Shakeeya's mouth sliding into his lost business partner's crotch, causing Hiran's face to finally contort in one of tortured pleasure. The shock Ranier was still vibrating with coiled deeply inside him, the giant "fuck you" being well and truly taken on before he finally closed the door and stormed away. The only thing that distracted him from tearing a hole in the wall before he left was the soft hum of his phone in his pocket and the odd message inside.
He had flown all the way here with half of his army in tow. With unobtainable allies and resources for the Ancient. And now it was being thrown into his face because the old cunt couldn't recognise change for the greater good. The perverted power trip he'd just been exposed to was still screaming in the front of his brain despite the curiousity for the meaning behind this text. He exited the building, his breath not creating any condensation in the cold night air as he walked into the light dusting of snow. Each little presence filtered in to the back of his mind as he walked, one pair of amber eyes joined by another in the shadows behind him. Until multiple pairs trailed and flanked him up walking down the street from the vampire company owned building to witness a different car waiting for him. And a familiar face with that signature black and violet hair to greet him. He didn't acknowledge his faithful followers but his eyes locked with the blood red ones of Hiran's blood child and he half wondered if he had been sent here as a clean up crew for the disaster of a business deal. The usually upbeat and charismatic vampire was stony faced as he sulked at being trumped. He stared forward as the personality he normally conveyed was used infront of him this time. Ranier watched and listened. And sensed something was shifting here. This spawn did not follow his father's lead. Unless this was another game. But now without a deal in place and left quite literally on the street to pick up he pieces inbetween the fragments of Hiran fucking his fledgling in plain sight... Ranier had to consider this as hardly a chance meeting. He had been waiting in the shadows, ready for this moment aswell. Another player who had known this would happen before him. "...I'm listening."
Back in the meeting room, it had taken a good portion of Shakeeya's attention away from her task at hand when Hiran had given such a glorious indication to where her busy mouth was settled. She had smiled so broadly around his girth that her fangs began to slide against the sides of his hard flesh. The sudden hit of beautiful black syrup like blood took away the urge to laugh with the Ancient and instead she groaned and suckled harder, still aiming to please her lover but obtaining a greater reward now for her efforts as his rich blood left her senses buzzing after the first small swallow. Her eyes were hooded with heavy lids as Hiran shifted and she watched her creator, the piece of vampire trash remove himself, shaken and outwitted. A sly expression watched his retreating figure and she decided that Hiran was being particularly good to her this evening. With a swift removal of the thing that had been bothering her since they started this whole endeavor this evening. The red head was much preferring this turn of events and where it was leaving them both. Two of her finger pads, slick and soaked were now rubbing and circling quickly around her engorged clit. She would have looked Ranier dead in the eye as Hiran fucked her but she much preferred it this way, her head still bobbing up and down enthusiastically over her lover's bulging dick. The sounds and reactions his body was giving her now only amplified her fidding fingers between her legs, his grunts and groans fueling her movements strength both over him and herself, pleasure flooding and sparking between her legs and inside her mind.
With the Ancient however, that urgent tension in his actions as he scooted his backside forward out of his chair... Shakeeya knew was in for a challenge. But she was also the pinpoint of attention and affection in his universe in that moment. Yellow eyes opened wider to watch up at his face as his dark hands cradled her head once more but with a firmer grip, amber orbs drinking in the delicious and primal look on his face. And then his hips began to move, her eyes widening at the initial force before her hand dropped from gripping the base of his length to grab his thigh instead to steady herself against him. Another hard thrust into her and she was gagging on his full length. She relaxed her jaw and her throat, setting a sharp focus in her mind but also letting go of her natural reactions of her once mortal body. She would let him fuck her as rough and deep as he wanted. He was going to feel euphoric from it all and it was going to be all because of her. The next few thrusts were slick, filling her mouth and throat entirely. She chanced a quick inhale of his scent, a moan vibrating over his cock as he began to crack under all the sensations her mouth was giving him. The smell and taste of his blood and pre cum was enough to leave her high as it was. It didn't take long for her lover to cave and she couldn't restrain the few higher grunts and gags that sounded from her body as he began humping into her like an animal. Lust sky rocketed and despite the rough, disruptive movements into her throat, the vampiress still toyed with herself, all four fingers now pressing firmly over her clit to rub vigorously in time to the thrusts into her mouth. Saliva began to run freely down her chin and chest as it was stimulated over and over to pool around his cock inside her. Her bright eyes began to water and a few sounds of erotic gags and chokes continued as he now rammed himself into her mouth. Fucked her face. Used her to satisfy himself until the pleasures and sounds and smells became all too much. Shakeeya knelt and stayed. She didn't need to breath and she took him deep down her throat over and over until it was obvious he was coming undone. She felt the pulling of her short hair from her scalp, a soft cry of pain being muffled by the thick, brown cock that filled her to breaking point. And with a slight moment of whiplash, his hands and hips kept her tightly over his length as he emptied an initial burst of cum down her throat that she instinctively began to pull away. But he held her there. Her eyes watered and she gagged and swallowed down thick jets of semen as he growled and moaned his orgasm down inside her hot throat. The mild salty flavour reached her mouth as his cum began to fill her orifice faster than she could swallow, thick white strings of semen dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she resigned herself to not struggling and took it. She took it all and the dizziness of asphyxiation coupled with his climax and blood inside her was leaving her reeling beneath him. And it just... kept coming. He had been pent up after all. As his grip lessened, the red head was able to pull back enough to swallow hastily what she could before allowing his swollen cock to bounce free of her mouth so she could gasp for some air out of habit, more of his seed pooling out of her mouth, down her chin and onto the floor as she recovered and panted with half lidded eyes up to her extremely contented looking lover. It fanned the flames in her lower abdomen and her fingers that had paused in pleasuring herself as she'd been dominated by him plucked themselves up to wipe at her chin and push his cum back into her mouth to swallow down. She was his.
He spoke to her, praised her and she was alive in that moment, a sultry smirk spreading lazily across her face as she watched him ride the high of his release. She kissed the pulsing head of him beneath the table, allowed her tongue to travel a few lazy circles around him before beginning to lap and lightly suckle at the delightful combination of blood and cum. Her faithful clean up work haulted however when he stopped mid sentence, Shakeeya letting his still erect cock slide free from her mouth as she watched his face with a soft, confused frown. It was almost the same look he wore when he had wandered off into his own mind. Almost the same as when he sensed... Realisation dawned on her face, the vampiress slinking forward and standing between his spread legs and the edge of the table as she watched his face. Now...?
Her head snapped toward her phone on the table, her supernatural eyes narrowing at the simple text that flashed to life on the touch screen. Fuck. ...FUCK! She had him! She was his and he was here right now, and this had to happen?! Fuck Kaya. Fuck her. Now she wanted to fuck Hiran. More than anything right now, her smouldering anger snapping her into action and ripping her own skirt off from around her thighs quickly before she plopped herself in his lap, straddling the Ancient and spreading her legs wide, her need basically glowing with need between them. "Come back to me, my love. I want you. I want you now," she leant forward and purred into his ear. Her arousal was already seeping into his pants as she shifted closer and her hands gripped her shoulders tightly in beckoning him before she was leaning her elbows and forearms back against the half warped table, displaying herself. Hopefully a distracting sight. He had to stay here. For her own selfish desire. If not for the dramatic events that were unfolding in Kaya's disastrous world.
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Post by Kay on Aug 2, 2017 6:44:37 GMT
Hiran’s foremost thoughts were filled with the throbs of pain that his fledgling was dealing with, in-between the in and out state of consciousness that Kaya seemed to be fighting. His nose flared with the intake of blood that was seeping from her body… gashes? Her blood was everywhere, it was no wonder that the connection was so strong, as she had no chance to fight against it with how weak he felt she was. It was as though she had been mauled by a… His eyes widened at the realization as to why he had been unable to find the woman for the last five years. Those weren’t vampire markings… she hadn’t been living with vampires, the creatures that had been looking for her ever since Vansoi’s death. His fingers tightened suddenly as he felt his fledgling gasp at the pain in her side and dealt with the hot white blinding flashes. It seemed as though her vision wasn’t working for her, but Hiran could still sense what was happening. There were voices… one voice in particular, that finally made him snap out of the connection with a gasp followed quickly by a hiss as he fought the want to snarl towards the wolf that was near his precious Black Rose.
“Him.” Hiran could smell it. He had smelled it before, when he had felt the same connection in the past when wolves had attacked Kaya before. It had been nearly ten years since he felt that presence, but the situation was not unlike this one. That damn insufferable werewolf who looked like he had lost a bet with a bed of knives was back in her life. Back then, the Ancient had chosen to leave the man be simply because Kaya had left so quickly after the initial connection that made him see the foul beast that she associated with, that he doubted it would have ever become a threat. It seemed though he had become too lax in his rulings over who the woman would find comfort with while hiding away. But it was the first clue in years to help Hiran learn why Kaya was nowhere to be found, and more importantly, that man told him exactly where his fledgling was. In the heart of the territory that the vampires had been setting their sights on in terms of who would be giving them the most trouble. Suddenly things were starting to become a bit more clear. No wonder the wolves seemed capable of handling the intrusion of the Corporate in their midst, for they had an ally who understood their ways. A growl etched deep into Hiran’s throat as his eyes clenched tight, fingers tearing into the fabric on both sides of the armchair rests. Then a scent hit him as he finally closed off the rest of the connection with Kaya in his own attempt to keep his frustration down, and he opened his gaze with small confusion.
Suddenly the overwhelming presence of Shakeeya was before him, showing off her feminine smells of arousement and need now that Hiran had finished his. But he was far from feeling desirable, or giving, now that the discoveries of what his long lost fledgling was doing with her time had been brought to light. Hiran looked down at first towards Shakeeya’s mound which was aching and wet in her need for attention, then down towards his pants which was messed in a mixture of both their fluids, then finally towards her face. He could see the desperate longing as she fought for his attentions, and for a fraction of a moment felt regret in his lapse of sanity towards their affections for each other, but… he had to handle this. Now. Before his mind did some sort of fuck up and lose the data that he had collected that could be vitally important for the future. Hiran shifted forward at first, hands sliding along the red head’s thighs and with a neutral face, dragged her body so she was sitting on the edge of the table. The Ancient leaned forward towards her face, letting his lips hover tantalizingly close towards hers, the rich smell of his sex and cum still on her glistening skin. He breathed a soft breath before closing his eyes, steeling himself, and let his hands reach down towards his now ruined slacks to force his slowly shrinking manhood back into place and buttoned himself over the bump of his crotch. The man grunted before reaching to the side of the woman to grab at his phone and mentally readied himself for the amount of calls he was going to be facing.
“I… must go, Shakeeya.” Hiran finally hoarsed with a voice that was lathered in anger and dread, his red eyes staring at her. “There’s something I need to deal with. Now.” He took a moment longer, watching the woman who so clearly could not believe this was happening to her a second time. He couldn’t either. He had wanted it this time, but as much as he wished he could fulfill both their desires and be sated before the night was through, but he couldn’t trust his mind to keep the information he needed, and he couldn’t trust Shakeeya to care more at this point in time about the future of their company over her need to have his affections. He would just have to make it up towards his lover later. He always did. And with a sidewards glance, the Ancient moved towards the door to leave back towards his manor to phone in the eyes that he had planted down in Boston.
A sneer washed over Tico’s face at the resignated look of the older vampire, plucking out the cigarette to blow a dash of smoke between the two. The fledgling wasn’t the one who held the dominating connection over the Ancient back up in the building, but he could only guess the find of fuckery that Ranier had to experience while dealing with the most bizarre power couple that seemed to exist for their world. He waited patiently as the business man considered the new opportunity he was given, no doubt already distrusting the man who was related to the white haired Ancient that nearly completely screwed him over with dealing in the states. But what choice would he have at this point? No other fanger would trade with him if Hiran declined the agreement, none would be brave enough to challenge why. His influence was what kept him at the top of the food chain, and it was why Tico had to start tearing it down.
“No need to sound so glum! I’m sure that while Hiran was your main goal, my dealings would be much more true to the interests that brought you here… and safer, no?” The vampire laughed at that for a moment before feeling his phone buzz. He reached down to pull it out before grimacing slightly.
“Ah, seems it might be wise we have this conversation in the car. You’re welcome to bring a companion or two, if you’d like. There’s room. And there’s plenty of drink to go around while we talk.” The vampire walked back a couple steps so he could lean down and pull on the car handle, waiting to the side for the other man to step inside and slide down the cushioned lining of the limo’s seating. The interior was black and smelled of leather, with soft lighting and a hint of classical music playing to give off a more inviting atmosphere that the previous meeting severely lacked. Hiran had always preferred the strict business sense when it came to contracts and prospects. Tico however felt warm and cozy was the way to go when you wanted to be trusted and hopefully get a little more out of someone who had some secrets to share. And perhaps let a few of his own slip out, leaving his companions to wonder if the revelations were intentional or accidental. Though for now, he made sure everything was seen as intentional. He had to build up some level of want to gain Ranier’s interest after how he was treated by one of the De’Crolie family members. It could hurt his own chances in getting the man to sign a contract, and it was something both he and the mysterious employer were needing in order to advance on their motives.
The vampire slid in after a couple of the army vampires followed their leader, closing the door and finding himself a seat as the limo started to move to get comfortable, grinning towards the disgruntled group as though the start of the night wasn’t a complete disaster for the french vampires. He startled himself however with a small jump and leaned down towards the ice bucket and tray of wine glasses that was presented off to the side.
“Forgive me, I had forgotten my manners. Would you care for a drink? We grow the grapes ourselves and have found a way over the years to blend red wine with blood in a beautiful little cocktail mixture. A hobby of mine, you see.” He poured the refreshments and handed one first towards Ranier, then towards the minions who for the moment, seemed unsure if they should be taking a glass, but Tico wouldn’t relent until they grasped the handles. He finally grabbed for his own glass and leaned back into his seat, swirling the thick contents as he watched the little group.
“Now then, Herr LeBlanc. I’ll be straight with you. I heard tales that you were working with the Tureaux family on this business deal. A deal…” Tico took a swig of the drink before grinning towards Ranier, “… with the end goal of destroying Hiran’s company, and ultimately him. A noble cause, honestly, the man is starting to become a threat and hurting the other Corps from advancing, but it won’t work if you simply storm in to the bastard’s headquarters and parade around your wealth.” He waved a hand as he said as much, letting the flair show the disaster he was imagining in his head. “No, he’s too old, frankly, to let a dangled carrot keep him from his intentions. What you need, see, is someone who understand the old beast and his inner workings. That’s where I come in.
“Now, you may be asking yourself why.” He paused to push a few fingers against his own chest and winked towards Ranier with the next bit. “The answer really is easy. I have been working for a while on expanding the German company in my own way, and I need him gone in order to do that. But… I need to get back into the good graces of the royals, and I need a little extra boost of power.” He paused at that moment for another sip, licking his pierced bottom lip to wipe away that faint trace of blood.
“Anything yet to catch your interest towards continuing, sir?”
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Post by Vaidya on Aug 9, 2017 13:47:26 GMT
Her head slowly tilted to the side, chin jutting forward and golden eyes watching over to his distant face from beneath her lowered lashes. A few pants still escaped her body out of habit when lust and frustration was involved. And after a desperate purr the Ancient's eyes came back in to focus, giving an almost invisible shake of his consciousness as he took in what was infront of him once again. Shakeeya didn't back down or lean forward to sooth him. No, she was in the perfect position to display what she wanted right now and her chest tightened with excitement as she watched his red eyes roll down to her swollen desire that gave a small clench in anticipation. "Hiran..." her voice said in an approving tone as he took her in and finally after a long pause, smoothed his hands over her parted thighs before lifting her from his lap to perch her backside on the edge of the table, her elbows shifting back accordingly and her legs remaining faithfully open. She couldn't read his face and to be perfectly honest she didn't really care to. Although her annoyance was thick in the back of her brain for the interruption, the Ancient's resumed movement back in toward her had Shakeeya focused on his broad body and length still on display. A shaky exhale was released as she bared her fangs in a victorious and almost lecherous smile. His face grew closer and she knew he could smell himself on her breath. Soon he would taste it too, her tongue beginning the motion of probing forward to his.
But everything stopped so sharply, the red head was left to give a slow blink and scramble madly inside her own mind to retrieve all of her thoughts from the floor. "Wh-..." What? She couldn't get the word out. She was reclined on a table that was barely keeping itself to together, covered in his cum, aching for her own release, basically presenting herself to do as he pleased... And he had bypassed her beckoning mouth to reach for his phone instead and tuck his cock back into his pants. All that was missing was the half hearted throw of cash at her feet. "You... " her hands slowly splayed out beside her onto the wood, sharp fingernails beginning to dig in as her anger began to vibrate through her entire body, "You can't-" But he cut her off in a rather casual tone, as if he were bored of her now. Shakeeya's numbed and brief disbelieving expression gradually morphed into a dangerous and deep scowl. She couldn't speak from frustration let alone act, and she was still sprawled on the table as he walked out of the room, the vampiress left huffing and puffing and growling at the closed door.
Second best. Always. "...cuuUUUUUNT!" she screamed as the anger boiled over, sliding off the table in a fluid movement to grab the corner and flip it over with a raise of her forearm. The dense wood finally splitting in two after it's assault from each end, one half skidding across the floor and lodging itself into the thin wall separating this board room from another. While the other half caught a chair and a large monitor screen, tilting the table portion up vertically and tearing a long gash through the ceiling until it crashed to a hault on the floor. Shakeeya glared at the debris as if it had personally insulted her, a soft hiss releasing from between her clenched teeth. The yellow eyed woman was unraveling in a way she didn't want to. Kaya was going to pay for this. If she hadn't already.
Ranier had not needed to give any visual cue to the two selected fledglings he had to his immediate side, and they were sent into the car ahead of him to test out the odd offer that had literally just pulled up infront of him. His golden eyes popped beneath the bangs of his ebony hair as he watched unblinking at the more obliging Tico. The older vampire wanted to tell him to fuck off to be fair. He had been humiliated this evening and his plans had gone to shit. The Tureaux clan was not going to be pleased with him at all, and the ramifications of this caused his throat to tighten subtly before he finally tore his stare from the red eyed man and stooped into the car. His followers sat with straight postures, giving a brief glance to one another before they turned their gazes out of opposite windows. Scouting for any danger perhaps or just being ready for a command for their master. And they would not hesitate in following through with an instruction. Because their world would be ignited in terror if they did not. Ranier's over confidence could be understood with an overflow of these pawns at his disposal. And with a more hospitable environment, the dark haired man's shot nerves began to ease a little. He sighed softly and reclined against the leather before flashing his eyes towards his host who lurched into more pleasantries. Ranier was always appreciative of such mannerisms. They were not uncivilized beasts after all. "...Merci," he finally shifted his dark aura to the side to replace it with curiousity for the moment, taking a glass as offered and giving no indication to his fledglings to do the same. It was as if they weren't there to him. Sometimes his little creations could confuse him, with so many to keep tabs on, they would cross over from mentality to reality. He got used to seeing them everywhere and so the simplest solution to wrap ones mind around that was... to just ignore them. It mattered not if they were physically beside him or not. He was strong and quick. He was witty and sly. And he currently had the rest of the group that had come to his aid trailing with vampiric speed a long side the car, scaling rooftops in the shadows.
Ranier swirled the blood infused wine delicately infront of his face, observing the numerous legs strain down the sides of the glass as the sediments settled once more before lifting the large glass to his nose. He inhaled the rich aroma, restraining a sound of approval before taking a long drink himself. "Pleasing," he murmured before crossing a leg over the other and resting his wrist that held his wine glass on his thigh, glowing eyes raising back to the pierced vampire who was quite happily divulging in a broad sense of dealings. He couldn't help but raise a so how eyebrows sharply however when the talk of business quickly devolved into the straight and raw truth of the matter. Ranier had spoken of the underlying ploy beneath the merger with only the heads of the Tureaux family and no one else. Either he had been transparent with his intentions or Tico had some inside information. The dark haired vampire sat silently for once, not bothering to air some charm to deny such allegations. The other vampire seemed quite informed and was already obvious would not be swayed by some bullshit excuse. Now all that could be mustered into Ranier's mind was if this tricky devil could be trusted. And why...?
The Frenchman lifted his drink to his lips with another long drink as Tico sprinted ahead of him as if he'd read his mind, telling his tale, trying to win some trust in his story as the similarity of their ambitions and methods resonated with him and when the creation of Hiran himself stopped speaking, Ranier couldn't help but chuckle. "Well. This is a surprise I'll give you zhat," he shrugged and raised his hands in a meek manner, swirling his wine once more in a flair of his own. "A double crossing blood-son? Is zhis the label you're 'appy to wear? Because if it is..." He leant in further and a wicked grin split across his face, "I am all too ready to 'ear about it." Hiran had almost quite literally thrown his cock in Ranier's face at merging their powers to defeat a common, or soon to be common enemy. And the idea of a sweet stab of vengeance through his own family was all too alluring in the fresh air of betrayal.
"My interests revolve around... a much larger picture. Surely yes they start with joining forces, asserting territories that have been wavering, ...cleansing out the old views to make way for new leadership. But zhis is just a stepping stone. With the money and the power well. Anyzhing could be possible. You agree?"
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Post by Kay on Aug 11, 2017 23:46:39 GMT
The growing interest in the older vampire’s body language made the rich red eyes of Hiran’s offspring appear to glow, wicked plans beginning to form in Tico’s mind as he saw the opportunities coming forth now that Ranier was believing the new offer to be true. There was of course hints of surprise at the knowledge the man had. How Tico obtained some of his information, most of his partners didn’t know. At least not yet. The coming surprise would arrive in its own time, but for now he took some level of glee as partners and tradesmen squirmed at the details that Tico casually presented that were meant to be well kept secrets. Tico knew his survival depended heavily on being in the right places at the right times, collecting information, facts, lies, and the skeletons on others’ closets. He had been relatively young when Hiran forced his European company upon his shoulders and expected him to carry the burdens of dealing with those older and more powerful to keep things afloat, but he was changed because he was quick witted and cunning. For the most part it was how he managed to do so well, and even start changing the structure inside without Hiran’s knowledge. Until the fucking fiasco in France. Where his fucking bloodsister had gone and turned everything upside down, of fucking course.
A fanged grin appeared at the idea of Tico being a double crosser towards his family. It was true of course, but the fact of the matter was he had been in the stages of this for years, with several other disloyalties towards his family under his belt. It wasn’t anything new for the man. For now all he’d shown towards the delightful accusation was a quick shrug as he slunk in his seat and another draw from his glass. In his mind, he was only as traitorous towards Hiran as the Ancient was ignorant of his fledgling. He held no love or desire for the man as he did for Kaya, and as such Tico held a lot more freedom to do what he wanted in his life, which made the backstabbing quite easy to do.
“Ah, but to do that, you need the old bastard out of the picture, correct?” Tico flashed back towards Ranier. “You can have all the plans and intentions for power, but you can’t do shit without knocking down the empire that Hiran went and surrounded himself with. It’s been fun, watching you weed out the old over in Europe, but you were right to assume the show of force can’t be done in the same manner with him. Just… how to do it in another way is the tricky part.” Tico leaned in at that point after the last swallow of his drink, setting the glass down beside him. “And, you also want Shakeeya back. The bitch that has been running the company for years, despite what everyone thinks. But getting close to her is nearly impossible. She is Hiran’s one desire.”
“Unless of course, you know of something he wants even more.” A wicked look came over Tico’s face then, the knowing and data that he had collected that made him invaluable towards the destruction of the Ancient’s livelihood. “I never did believe much in coincidences, especially after hearing that you would be in New York the time I had to come down and do an investigation. An opportunity on all counts. For you see, the long lost fledgling that went and fucked everything over to begin with for your french friends is here, in the states. You get your hands on Kaya, Ranier, and suddenly you have full power when it comes to Hiran. There’s nothing he craves more than that whiney bitch, even compared to his loyal redhead.”
“So my offer really is simple. I need to be able to expand my business and be able to sell again to the royals on good terms, and perhaps a little protection from your army once Hiran starts sniffing around and finds that I’ve been doing my own dealings, and I will not only sell you property in New York under my seller’s name, but also the key towards the upper hand over that insufferable maker of mine. We’re already on our way towards the property so you can stash your minions away. Some 100 acres to start with as you get your hands dirty here in the States, as I go to track down my little sister.” Tico reached to the car door to pull out a thick envelope. His own contract for business dealings. He handed it over towards Ranier.
“Deal?”
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Post by Vaidya on Aug 16, 2017 7:31:55 GMT
The entire orb of her eye that glowed gold was glaring fire out of the hole that had opened up in the ceiling and out from a small opening that had let a few spots of starlight pierce it. The only natural light that her undead form could tolerate. Ragged, hissing and growling breaths jolted her body as she suppressed that rampaging tantrum that wanted to continue and bring the whole fucking building down. The only thing stopping her was... that this was her building. The company's building. She didn't used to own things or have any power. It made destroying things so much easier when you had nothing. Almost more freeing in a way. Shakeeya's head snapped away from the tiny piece of sky to survey the damage and allow the swirling rage inside her of Hiran and Kaya's connection tonight simmer into it's constant state of disgust set deep within her. There was nothing she could do right now. She couldn't follow Hiran because he was fucking useless before and he would be fucking useless now when it came to this train of thought. She couldn't find out Kaya's location incase Hiran was already honing in on her. She could actually do some detective work tomorrow evening but... She might be dead from lack of a fucking orgasm. The red head began to tremble again and stomped about kicking a few chunks of debris out of the way until she found her phone amongst it all. Her laptop was smashed beyond repair, and her phone's touchscreen was cracked across the upper face. Still functional enough for her to quickly begin swiping and typing, standing with her top bunched up around her small waist and her bare lower end to stand stark and unashamed in the empty office building.
A few emails were sent to the usual repair teams she may aswell have on speed dial. They made quite the living off her severe "misfortunes" and never asked questions. She doubted Hiran would either, whether it was out of understanding or not caring at all she couldn't be quite sure. She hesitated before replying to Kaya's anonymous message, her thumb hovering over the send button before hitting it down and deleting the message thread. "He left" was all she said.
Her heels were still secured to her pale feet, now crunching over materials as she waltzed out of the glass door which was remarkably intact and began digging through the secretary's drawers for some spare clothing that was often stashed throughout buildings owned by Hiran's company. The idea of careening naked through the night air across the building tops passed her mind, but she still had other business to attend to. And perhaps she could even get some pleasure some place else. Yes. That would show the bald, old dinosaur what he had done. Every time he chose his fledgling.
The threat was loud in her mind. It wasn't the first time the rebellious voice shouted at her to put herself first and take what she needed when she needed it. But give it several minutes and it became a whisper. It didn't matter how much she threatened the universe that she would leave or feed or fuck some place else, she always stayed with Hiran. It was because everyone else was so achingly boring. That's what she told herself anyway. He cared for her. She belonged to him. And he belonged to her... that part was a bit harder to convince herself these days. The smouldering in her eyes began to die down to a low shine as she pulled on some high waisted pants and tucked in her shirt, as if her garb now reflected her state of mind. Controlled. Business. Her heels clopped out of the building and away from her anger. But her mind stayed with the source of this disruption. She would be paying the Black Rose a visit herself soon enough.
Perhaps if Shakeeya had looked down into the city from the building, she would have noticed Ranier slinking into a car with Tico, but in this case the blood-son of the Ancient had weighed up his timing meticulously and effectively. Ranier sat back against the leather, the soft groan of the fabric against the pressure not taking any focus away from every single word that the black and purple haired vampire was indulging the Frenchman with. Ranier could not contain the underlying excitement at such a turn in events. Livid at first. And now finding a deep satisfaction in gaining a path of vengeance so swiftly after being fucked over by Hiran and his estranged daughter with a filthy mouth. He gave a grunt of irritation and acknowledgement as Tico brought their biggest hurdle to the front and centre. Ultimately disposing of the Ancient. As the pierced vampire leaned in, Ranier did not predict the stiff bolt that would shoot up his spine and darken his expression. Now that he knew she was alive, a fighter and... in allegiance with such power well... Tico was right. To reclaim what he had created was all too tempting. Shakeeya wouldn't even be alive in this moment if it weren't for him really. She owed him that much. Perhaps he could even have another attempt at... reprogramming her. Now that he had perfected his methods, the proof of which sat either side of him. It already appeared she ran alot of the company for Hiran, which made her a useful asset aswell and not just a personal accomplishment. Ranier raised his drink to drain the thick mixture of wine and blood, enjoying the sensation but raising a curious eyebrow as Tico elaborated on what Hiran's weakness was. Above Shakeeya.
The creature's first fledgling Kaya. The one who had made a mess of things at home for him and the Royals. Well.. this was interesting. And quite ironic that each vampire had a wandering, rebellious daughter. He listened silently to the agreement being set before him and Ranier could find no reluctance in the back of his mind to refuse. The deal was solid. The deal benefited everyone. Deals often did that. It was the people you had to watch, which had just been proven to him moments before getting into this car. And the more Tico please him the more his eyebrows would rise in privately skepticism but public interest. He set his empty glass down and sat for a beat of silence, fingers pinching his bottom lip idly before reaching forward to take the thick binder being offered to him. "...deal," he tilted his head to the side slightly and flashed his yellow eyes along with his pearly white teeth. "I trust that others working with you have no qualms against this arrangement."
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Post by Kay on Aug 25, 2017 6:13:38 GMT
Wicked smiles and flashing eyes was Tico’s main emotion for the evening as everything seemed to have fallen into place for the younger vampire. The promises of the future downfall of Hiran with this man now working on his side, with a vampire army and the good graces of royals under his wing brought forth gleeful emotions that were hard to hide for the man. It had been years since he was able to work past the complete shit storm that his family produced after all. When he had been on the edges of eliminating Hiran’s company once before, when his blood father had been around with the promise to kill Shakeeya and take the white haired nuisance, only to find it all slip through his fingers once the family brought the royals into place and get others involved towards De’Crolie’s destruction. Tico had been sitting quietly on the sidelines since then, looking for payback and getting what he deserved. To finally have it happen was simply… too good to be true. And it was hard to keep the positivity in check. His wide dashing smile exposed his pleasure even more as Ranier took the contract from his gasp. It was finally happening. The biggest hurdle that had been stopping him from what he had always wanted; freedom to live the life he wanted.
“Oh rest assured, my employer has been waiting for this opportunity. They are quite happy to have you on our side, Herr LeBlanc.” Tico leaned back and grabbed at the bottle that he had poured out for the group before, and grabbing at his glass that was resting on the leather beside him, refilled it with the alcoholic blood substance. He reached forward towards one of the minions to indicate them grabbing the bottle so that they could refill themselves and perhaps do the same towards their maker.
“In time they will wish to meet with you. But until then I am in constant contact and will always be available to answer any questions you may have. We still have a couple hours before we reach the property, so relax, and enjoy refreshments as you read. No fuckery abounds.” He said the last tidbit with a chuckle. Yes, he knew what happened to the elder upstairs. He knew everything that happened. Because the man that was driving them was still laughing about it as he talked to Tico through their mental link, fangs forever elongated underneath dark lips and grey skin. The man who had helped instigate the mess that happened years ago, and was now going to be working with the people who thought him to be dead. It just seemed all too easy how well the plans worked in their favors, all thanks to his blood son who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
Ironically the man who was being laughed about for his libido, had decided to spend the next couple days locked away in his newly refurbished study, contacting the eyes he used to spy on the Greybacks in between the attempts at mental connections all in the hopes of finding his fledgling again. The door remained locked and he left strict orders that no one could disturb him, not even Shakeeya. He couldn’t afford a moment of losing his concentration if he wanted to keep his mentality while looking. Hiran was so sure that Kaya was hidden away in the territory that was giving them the most trouble when it came to expanding that he had become all by obsessed with finding her. It wasn’t the easiest, as the woman learned long ago to never use an alias more than once in each establishment, so it came down towards investigating the hangout spaces for the supernatural in the city. It took almost a day but the reports came back about a club called… The Black Rose.
Hiran leaned into his seat as the name left him speechless for a spell. It was so blatantly obvious this was his blood child that he felt foolish for not thinking it could have been this simple to find her. And sure enough, once they figured the location of the club, one of his contacts immediately texted him a confirmation photo of Kaya leaving the club… with that surly werewolf she had escaped years ago. Was this a joke? Her husband was murdered, so what… she went back to another that offered her comforts? The Ancient laughed at the absurdity of it all. She felt she was safe enough that she could live a life and fuck a werewolf, and he wouldn’t figure it out? When he was starting to wage a war against them? It took some self control to convince himself to not just drive down to Boston himself to collect the woman. He… could use this to his advantage. As much as he craved having her in his possession again, it was about time that she went and helped out the man that gave her this immortal life. He had spent the next day researching the people under his company before choosing a couple vampires that would blend easily into the city environment. Their jobs were simple enough; gain access to the places that Kaya visited regularly and listen in. He wanted to know how much his fledgling knew about his own dealings, and in turn find out how involved she was when it came to the Greybacks. It was going to become a daily ritual of gathering reports back as his little spies collected the information that they could gather about the long lost child, but the level of intelligence this would gather was going to up his game tremendously in destroying this annoyance of a pack. His third night ended with him laughing to himself. He was going to win, all because of Kaya. And she didn’t even have a clue it seemed that she would be destroying her friends lives yet again. Let her have the rugged beast that she was sharing comforts with for now. It wouldn’t be long before he too would feel the wrath of the Ancient.
The sudden rush of good spirits was enough to make the Ancient finally emerge from his office, white hair down to his shoulders after the initial shave off from the meeting, in attempts to seek out his companion. He was feeling generous now, and wanted to share it all with Shakeeya. The moment the man stepped out from his office though and into the stony hallways of his home, realized that he didn’t feel her presence at all. Red orbs paused as he frowned at the dark hallway and he reached into his phone. Not once did she try to contact him since he had locked himself away. Not even a knock at the door. Strange…
He pulled up her number and sent a brief text. Perhaps she was just hunting.
Where are you?
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Post by Vaidya on Sept 5, 2017 15:19:59 GMT
The turn around of the old vampire's mood was remarkable this evening. Even he marvelled at the rapid deviation from months of careful planning with the royals, to then be toyed with and blocked completely. To then being sought out to develop a cunning shift of power. Ranier was not so stupid as to not watch his back with Hiran's blood-son. He got the feeling that if circumstances changed and a different approach or offer benefited him more, he would naturally throw Ranier to the wolves as you will. An understandable decision and one he would also make, but he would be watching the pierced vampire's movements carefully. The talk of an individual outranking Tico had the dark haired man somewhat curious and suspicious aswell. The glossed over confession didn't sit right with him but he kept his winning smile on and raised a toast and nod toward his new and unlikely ally. The last comment and laugh from the new business partner causing Ranier's smile to grow dry as he tilted his head downward a little, forcing a grunt of laughter. "I really don't ask too much do I," he stated more than questioned before indeed following the casual words of advice, relaxing further into his seat and began to dissect the heavy binding of papers and agreements he held in his hands.
Now and then his mind would wander to pensive anticipation, the power and the plays to come. It would shift then to imagining what facility would be made available to house his army of children. To see them all and whole beneath one roof would be quite a sight. The smallest slither of self doubt crept by next as he questioned how he was to keep holding on to his sanity with so many soldiers to control in a small area. It helped to keep his children spread out over the world until he had a need to call upon them. But this change the world was about to experience; this war that was going to explode at all angles, it was going to need all his influence and show of personal power if they were to succeed. Ambition and turmoil flickered across his face from time to time but he kept reading, sipping his wine, casting a little gaze out the window to track their journey. All the while his two accomplices sat stiff and uninvolved, staring unblinking out of their respective windows. Empty shells awaiting their next order and soon, very soon their would be a flood of orders for all their brothers and sisters. The army of the golden eyes would be filtering into the shores of New York soon enough, and Ranier couldn't wait to see it all unfold infront of the Ancient and his estranged blood-daughter's eyes.
His creation who knew little of his plans or wear abouts at the current time. To be fair she actually couldn't care less about Ranier's where abouts. Where ever the Frenchman had slinked off to, it certainly wasn't anywhere near her or Hiran, and that was all the red haired woman cared about. An unexpected obstacle thwarted before it had even been fully paraded infront of them. And from daring banishment of the cocky creator and the perverted display she had participated in with her lover... then came complete silence. After a day it was probably a safe path to take, Shakeeya's rage and frustration at the world and Hiran would most likely cause her to strike out at the white haired Ancient. She would search for satisfaction in violence and pain and unforgiving words. Before the dust would settle and Hiran would still be there. Still exist in his perfection that she saw him as. Still beckon her in with a look and a promise and a touch of pleasure and pain. Still have his obsession over his blood-daughter deeply embedded into his very fibres. It was a quality that continued to surface no matter what tactic she applied over the past hundred years. Challenging it, ignoring it, competing over it, trying to rise above it... nothing ever worked. And she had accepted long ago that nothing would. Not until an unlikely encounter and the twisted ever changing form of her mind actually found a new angle that even Hiran would never imagine. An alliance.
Not friends and yet not completely enemies either. Shakeeya would always hate Kaya; always. But as she grew older and more perceptive of her lover's obsession she realised it was just that part that she despised above all. The obsession. The rank of Kaya over herself. The constant seeking of connection. The blood-child quite evidently time and again wanted nothing to do with such things. And what better way to keep this pest away whilst giving her what she wanted, than by forming a truce between the pair. She would keep Kaya informed of Hiran's movements and proximity to uncovering the woman's where abouts, and Kaya would follow these instructions and stay the fuck away.
Every couple decades or so, such contact became necessary however. The reason for Shakeeya being present inside Kaya's club, in the quiet shadows of the store rooms, pacing slowly with an inhuman silky movement as she read each bottle's label with an almost vacant expression. Her sclera has almost returned to it's pale yellow, Hiran's blood being absent from her system for days. Along with any sexual release for over a week now.She was a primal, instinctive creature who thrived of two such pairings and she was quite the ghost of the insane energy that normally pulled at her features and decisions. A long pointed fingernail raised to graze along the line of bottle necks stored so neatly, the tiny clinking of hitting each new neck of glass the only sound that echoed about the quiet room. There was distant movement and general clearing away of chairs and empty bottles upstairs as the morning approached as the patrons began to leave. Shakeeya knew how to sneak in unseen thanks to her better judgement and Kaya's advise. Hiran had more spies in Boston now than she could keep track of, the larger the threat of the Greybacks grew, the more information the Ancient needed before acting. If his red haired partner was witnessed skulking around the club well... The game would be over. For both of them. And what a game it had been. The morbid and selfish excitement far outweighed the treachery in her own mind.
"Ah," she gave a small sound as she found the bottle she was looking for, aged well and mixed with the rare AB positive blood group. Her fingers slowly curled around the bottle, the small shine of blood still evident on her hand and nails, pausing as she noticed before quirking an eyebrow and pulling the bottle free. The man she had killed in a sharp snap of pure frustration at being denied entrance to Hiran's study for the third night in a row sending the woman over the edge. The messenger who delivered such news had met with that blank, smouldering rage in her eyes. The pained twist in her chest struck out with anger and with a swipe of her hand the human slave was in two halves on the corridor floor. Bleeding out. Twitching and gurgling as life left him. And the red haired woman had made a scoff at the mess he had made of himself. Really. Look what he had made her do. It had been that moment that she knew it was time, abruptly leaving and not even bothering to organise someone to clean up the floor.
Two wine glasses were already set up on a make shift table with a half hearted table cloth thrown over the surface as if this were a special occasion. It might just be by the time the night was finished. Life and balance was so fragile really. The alliance that was formed needed to be set into motion more aggressively if their arrangement was to be maintained after all. Shakeeya strolled about lazily, yellow eyes glowing in the dark as she searched for a corkscrew for the bottle she held, her other hand scrolling through her phone. The touch screen lit up her pale, hallowed features before she sent a text to an unmarked number. 'Store room.'
Her small shoulders sagged in mild annoyance after a short while when she realised there wasn't a bottle opener present. Well, no bother. She raised her pointer finger to stab her sharp tipped nail swiftly into the centre of the cork that sealed this lovely bottle of liquid. A few careful, calculated twists and wiggles and... She had expected a satisfying pop of the strange bark prying free of the old bottle. Instead a crack and a soft peeling sound greeted her senses, the woman's vacant expression finally changing into a soft frown as she lifted her pointer finger up to her face. The cork had snapped in half, leaving the wine sealed and her fingernail almost childproofed. "...tch," came her sound of annoyance, placing the bottle down hard and quickly adding another text with a more moody tapping of her thumb pads on the screen. 'Bring a corkscrew.'
It was as she sent the second text that her phone lit up receiving another at the same time. 'Where are you?' Her soft frown remained and her body grew still in the quiet dark as she stared at the three words. That was all she got after three days? Maybe after four she would gain another. Her eyes narrowed as if she could send her displeasure through her phone at the Ancient, ignoring the message and pocketing her phone as she waited for the bane of her existance.
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Post by Kaya on Sept 6, 2017 11:06:43 GMT
The past few days had been absolutely trying ever since the attack from Erakin’s old pack. The wounds that had been inflicted still left their mark, though not to the extent they had started with. A little bit each day the bites and the scratches healed, and the vampire found herself able to move better and more independently from the wolf’s ever patient aid. The dependency was the worst factor in all of it, however, as Kaya had grown used to being alone. Her social life with Erakin was new, and despite how much the vampire ached for his comfort she was straining in accepting his help. It was embarrassing enough when she could barely move as her punctured organs healed and her sight slowly returned, but now she was just restless. Kaya was a creature that was rarely home. Having an active social life kept her from feeling the loneliness that forever tugged at her system, and feeling restrained from having to sit on a couch with a large frumpy wolf staring at her with worried eyes was finally at its peak. Erakin had done nothing wrong. He had done more than Kaya ever thought possible after the horrible way she had abandoned him, but her need to be out in the world finally made her snap.
It was the third night after the assault that Kaya finally decided she had enough sitting around waiting for the wounds to heal in the safety of her home. Erakin wasn’t happy about letting her be on her own, she was still bleeding underneath the wrappings, the heaviest being the bite on her left shoulder and the claw marks on her right side and legs. But she assured him that it would be only to her club, and to at least get some of her management work done. At the very least so she could sign the pay checks so they’d be on time. There was absolutely no need to drag her young employees into the wreck that was her life. They would undoubtedly smell the blood, being of supernatural descent, but besides a few that were more comfortable in being personal, they wouldn’t try to get involved in her affairs unless she shared them first. A bright dashing smile and a promise to be home before the sun came up was enough to let the vampire escape on her own for a while.
The vampire covered herself in black slacks and a red sweater, showing only enough neck for the choker and pendant that still caressed her scarred skin. She had placed new dressings on her wounds so she wouldn’t smell too strongly of her own blood, but the hints still lingered. Her wild messy hair was let loose around her shoulders, perhaps a little shorter than she usually preferred as it had grown to unmanageable lengths during her healing days and she had enough of dealing with the tangles. Her face was also unusual in that was free from makeup. Her eye was still sensitive though the bruising had gone, and she didn’t feel like aggravating herself with continuous dabbing, so the unnatural violet glow of her own death sat on her dark skin. Her employees were used to her natural skin tone at least, and she had planned to hang out more in the back than bartending so that guests wouldn’t smell her wounds and become distraught. The more the vampire headed towards her club however, the less unsure she was of herself for doing this in the first place. Her movements were stiff and she could feel the scabs threaten to break open in the exercise, but she tried her best to convince herself to keep moving. She had to let life get back to normal eventually, with or without werewolf attacks. This was in no way her first deadly assault, and certainly wouldn’t be her last, knowing her luck, so what was the point in letting these little wounds decipher what she could do in her own time.
Kaya snuck through the back door of the employee and loading entrance, hoping for no run ins at first, but it was in vain. One of her head waiters had started to head towards the kitchens before landing his eyes on her, and she could sense the surprise as the young pup breathed in the rich scent of blood. Kaya offered Zach a tired smile and a quick explanation that she… wouldn’t explain what happened to her, but she was only here to do some paperwork and would stick to her office. She could sense the concern but the werewolf was excellent in knowing when to push his buttons, and that this wasn’t one of those times. He offered to bring her a bottle of scotch when he could and she beamed towards him, patted his shoulder in thanks, and headed for her office. The desk still had the two glasses from the night she and Erakin first walked in here together so she could explain herself, and the vampire paused, hesitating at the reminder at how fast her life turned upside down on her. With a sigh, she shrugged out of the wool jacket, hanged it, and headed towards her desk and chair, and stiffly sat down. She then pulled open the drawer with the checks to start filling out the orders.
A couple hours and some glasses of warm fermented drinks later, Kaya leaned back in her chair with a small satisfied smirk. It was a small thing, but getting back to her work gave her a feeling of accomplishment that she had been missing, sitting in her house with her worried old friend. Fingers hid her lips as she pondered over the scarred man. She should check in with him, let him know that she was still fine and expected to go home in just a while. But as she started to reach for the phone she placed by her computer, it buzzed. There was a brief feeling of irritation at the possibility that it was Erakin messaging her, but when she turned the screen over the vampire felt the blood drain from her face.
“No…”
The word was barely a whisper as Kaya stared at the anonymous message, shock replacing the irritation from before. This had to be a joke. There was no way that insufferable woman was here in this city, in her storage room, waiting for her. The vampire jumped as her phone buzzed again. The second message made her scoff with a wrinkled brow. Yeah sure, just head on down to the vampire that couldn’t stand her existence, to aid her in drinking her alcohol. Fucking wonderful. Kaya let out a deep sigh to calm some of the stress. She tapped back to her contacts list and hovered her thumb over the newest member, considering on asking Erakin to show and help her… deal with this. But the thought of bringing people into the mess that was her family made the stress in her strengthen. She couldn’t do this to him. She already ruined his life enough this week by forcing him to protect her over his own pack. As wrong as his pack had been, the guilt that had been eating at her for days made its starvation known again. She had to solve this alone… somehow.
A corkscrew would involve going to the bar, and Kaya couldn’t risk exposing herself too much when she had managed to hide from her employees so far. A scarred hand reaching towards a second drawer and pulled out a small silver blade. It would do for both protection and to open wine bottles. Mainly protection… God damnit. The vampire rubbed her temples before moving to stand, pocketing her phone in the back of her slacks, and gripped hard at the knife’s handle. No way in hell would she be heading down those stairs without something to make her feel just a little more brave.
It took some time to reach the bottom to the doorway between herself and the other vampire. Stairs made the deep scratches in her legs ache, and Kaya did everything she could to keep the wounds from opening too much. She swallowed at the doorway before opening. There was no doubt she was dreading every inch of this. If Shakeeya was here for something more than a talk, she would have the upper hand. Kaya could not fight a second time this week, especially when the first round nearly killed her. She was hoping her small hint of trust would pay out in the end, and it seemed… it might be the case, as she headed through into the cold room filled with bottles and barrels and stocked goods of food, tired red eyes landing on the small makeshift of a table where the red head lover of Hiran waited.
“Shakeeya.” Kaya’s hand that held the blade was at her side, the other calmly resting behind her, ready to reach for her phone if it was needed. “I was hoping this was some sort of practical joke, but I guess you really did want to talk.” Kaya made no more moves towards the table. Despite the odd little truce the two women had when it came to ensuring Kaya would never again have to face Hiran, she still couldn’t help but distrust the other, and when she was already able to smell her wounds, knew that keeping enough distance was the safest bet in staying alive. The woman stared hard at the pale shorter woman, her expression anything but delighted in having this meeting. “Why are you here?”
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Post by Vaidya on Sept 13, 2017 6:50:58 GMT
With her messages sent, the skulking vampiress was left to wait in the dirty dark of this place. A self proclaimed haven for supernaturals. Yeah. Sure. Just creatures denying and fighting their true selves in Shakeeya's narrow point of view. Following the flow of society and it's 'code of ethics' even amongst such different biological conditions. Pathetic. Such thoughts swirled lazily around in her head as she lifted her fingertip that had the broken cork lodged onto her fingernail and waggled it around infront of her face, testing to see if it would just fall off, flicking her wrist lazily a few times. It was as if it was trying to do the same to her as this club. Human proof her. Keep her from hurting the precious, soft inhabitants of the world. "Puh," she made the sound to herself before placing her fingertip into her mouth, her teeth firmly pressing on the cork to slowly thread it off her fingernail, spitting it carelessly to the side before admiring the return of her 'claws' now at full capacity. She never did know what she might be getting up to in these meetings that held incredible tension and suspicion, no matter what truce was in place. Especially after an event dramatic enough to connect Kaya's distress with Hiran's mind. There might be an interesting story to hear perhaps. Shakeeya lit a candle in the dark, a twisted humour adding to the almost romantic gesture placed in between the wine glasses. There was only one scent that cut through the flash of sulphur from the match and the slow burn of the wick. It was blood. And not the sweet but bland smell of human blood she had grown rather bored of. It was thick, pungent, congealed very old vampire blood. Her slitted pupils narrows to the mere light trace of a line and she could feel the tips of her canines beginning to lengthen slightly as her body turned in a slow, cat like stalk toward the store room door. A broad and sinister smile began to creep over her face before Kaya had even opened the door.
"Well well well," was all that the red haired woman purred before perching her backside on a crate next to her and watched the dark haired woman unwavering. Amber clashing with those red eyes that were all too familiar, and rightly so, to her lover's. Shakeeya was dressed far more casual in this moment, shrouded in a black jacket that's design was almost close to a modern day hooded cloak. It framed her so that her small frame could mould into the darkness around her with more ease. And dear, sweet Kaya was wearing clothing that was trying to hide the numerous and still open wounds she carried on her body. Days after the contact had been made with Hiran. She was a mess, and Shakeeya couldn't help but find that pretty fucking satisfying, even with the other vampiress clutching at a knife. Whether to use it as a tool or a weapon was still unknown. "Kaya," she mused back to the acknowledgment of her presence, voice on the edge of a chuckle as she leant back on one hand and tilted her head back in perhaps a show of arrogance. She watched the woman descend into this private, cold pit and expression on her face could not be masked by anything. Her question only confirmed it and there was a beat of silence before Shakeeya couldn't contain it anymore. First her lips pressed into a tight line and the corners of her eyes began to crease. A few stifled noises in her throat soon evolved into very restrained and sick sounding chuckle until it spread to her chest, causing it to bounce a few times in a low laugh before the flood gates opened and she threw her red head back and her black hood with it in what could only be described as a maniacal cackle. It took her a good minute to calm down the mad glee and irony she took in seeing the key person that seemed to dictate her lover's power-filled life... was nothing more than a scared little thing right now.
"Why you ask?" She managed to push down her laugh, allowing her head to tilt back forward in an eery way, before making an extravagant motion with the hand that wasn't holding her upper body upright, "This is your Leaving Party. Surprise!" Her tone was one of mockery and false generosity. She finally slid off the crate to stand, her heels grating on the cement floor as she turned to walk very slowly back toward her bottle of wine that had betrayed her in being prized opened. "The real question is, what have you been up to?" A deep smirk was etched across her face as she let her amber gaze drag over the body of the woman infront of her visualising the wounds from the way her bandages bunched at her clothing and the scents collected there. "...did The Greybacks grow tired of you sulking about in their territory hmm?" She pondered but hardly believed the theory herself, "What drama have you brought upon yourself now? Well... it hardly matters... Now that my dear beloved has locked on to you once more." Her sing-song and condescending tone turned sharply into a darker direction, the mirth in her chest gone and her expression falling to one of sober and strong irritation of the being before her. Instead of a slash or stab or very sharp shove that she deeply desired, the vampiress held out the bottle of wine between them instead expectantly. A drink always did seem to take the edge of in this delicate truce.
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Post by Kaya on Sept 14, 2017 10:30:00 GMT
Kaya’s skin crawled at the way that Shakeeya spoke her name, and fought the urge to bare her fangs in a hiss towards the red head. The smaller woman radiated in confidence and arrogance against the scarred woman’s hesitation and wariness, the vampire regretting stepping down into the storage basement without any sort of able body at her side for aid. Intense red eyes watched as Shakeeya begin her descent into a maddening laughter, and her body went rigid at the cackling sound that vibrated into the cold hard room. Her fingers tightened its grip on the blade’s handle, though she resisted taking a step back. She saw the slitted pupils and vampiric fangs. To make any attempt in fleeing would be to welcome the predator that was barely containing itself from leaping forward. It didn’t take much to understand Hiran’s lover, and why she would choose to stay with that foul monster. She catered to the basics of her emotions and needs, such as responding to the smell of open bleeding wounds. Kaya hated the situation, but she wasn’t idiotic enough to believe Shakeeya could contain herself should the older vampire decide she didn’t want to be part of this conversation. Staying was safer. It didn’t make her feel any better about the knowledge however, as her upper lip curled as she watched the red head lean back to guffaw her pleasure towards Kaya’s physical condition. If it had been a friend, perhaps Kaya would have found some of the humor in finding herself in this situation again. It was ridiculous to have faced it again after all. But humor meant something very different between the two women, and right now Kaya found none of this funny. She knew that the presence of Hiran’s toy meant she had been discovered.
The vampire despised herself for flinching when Shakeeya raised her hand to flaunt herself in her little jokes, but her eyes widened to replace the emotions with shock as it was announced that this was a caution to run away. Again. Hiran knew where she was. Again. And her life was about to be ruined because of it. Her friends were all now in danger. The pack that she had been trying to protect was now in danger… Erakin was in danger. Stupidly the woman let her gaze drip to the floor as her head spun, keeping the rush of anxiety at bay as she sucked in a breath at the sudden face of reality. The consequences of her carelessness was being quite literally flaunted in front of her in the form of a red headed maniac, and she could feel the glee bouncing off the women as she pondered over what happened this past week that led to Kaya’s inevitable discovery. Her eyes were still cast downwards as Shakeeya teased her for the recklessness, at least until she brought up the fact that Hiran knew that his fledgling was in Boston. Her face immediately darted back up to study the Ancient’s lover, picking up on the darker tone which resulted in her shoulders tensing as she watched for danger signs. The hand that gripped the blade shifted forward as Shakeeya moved an arm towards Kaya. Lips had curled back to expose her desperate long fangs as a first warning to stay away, until she saw that the woman was extending a wine bottle to get their meeting started. Slowly, she let her face soften as she looked down at the bottle, seconds going by before the hand that had been grasping at her phone at that point released itself from the device to come forward and grab the neck of the bottle. Kaya sighed as she pulled the bottle up to look down at the label.
“I had a feeling he knew.” The words came out toneless as the blade was finally plunged into the broken cork and with a small pull, plucked with a small pop to finally release the liquid that Shakeeya tried to force her way into. The leftover cork was pulled from the blade and thrown to the ground, and the weapon was pocketed. There was some trust but not enough to not have the extra aid within reach. Kaya looked towards the makeshift table with a defeated frown. She walked forward with a broken step to not prevent aggravating the scratches in her left leg to grab a glass off the makeshift table, then slowly lowered herself to the ground. A small hiss passed between clenched teeth at the strain, but at this point Kaya was past caring at exposing her fatigue. Shakeeya already delivered the news, and seemed unwilling to kill right now, at least not without a good story as to why the vampire was so fucked up to begin with. Getting off her feet was safe for now, and it was a definite relief as she let her back lean into the barrel behind her before finally pouring herself a glass and extended the bottle towards Shakeeya to do the same for herself.
“Did he tell you, that I was attacked by wolves? Or have you just gotten better at finding me?” She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the small dark joke. Shakeeya the detective. Despite the woman’s childish ways, Kaya had to admit that the madwoman had quite a collection of skills under her belt. The laughter ended when Kaya remembered the joke that had slipped out before in Shakeeya’s teases, and her red eyes casted downwards.
“I can’t… leave, Shakeeya. Not this time.” Kaya had already promised to Erakin that she wouldn’t leave out of fear, despite knowing what it could mean to him. The ache of how much danger he was already in was too much for the vampire as she cursed to herself before inhaling a deep take of the alcoholic blood. She set the glass down beside her on the concrete floor and ran a hand through her hair, staring at the flats on her feet. What a fucking week this was turning out to be.
A buzzing noise made her bright red eyes flash back up towards Shakeeya, dread making a shiver run down her spine as she stared at the other woman's phone. She knew who it was messaging the vampire, and the sensation at the idea of him being so close towards her again brought the reality hard on her shoulders. She wanted to be wrong, that it wasn't his words flashing up at the screen, and her face was nearly pleading for better news as she watched Shakeeya look at her phone.
"Shakeeya." It was a single text this time. Hiran hated having to use the digital keyboard to communicate. His finger paused over the call button, as he pondered the possibility she was in danger beyond just a simple hunt as the face of Ranier flooded his mind. Teeth clenched as he stared at the screen to see if she would respond back. Just one more minute. If it took longer, he would call.
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Post by Vaidya on Sept 26, 2017 13:34:18 GMT
It wasn't exactly a secret to those who had met Shakeeya at least once, that she had a mad obsession with power trips. That was ultimately what all her games came back to. Feeling power coursing through her. Power of course was just as exhilarating as letting go of all consequences and inhibitions. And now she was barely doing anything, just being present and not snarling for once, and it was doing a fantastic job at unsettling the recently flushed out and battered Kaya. Shakeeya watched the purple hued vampire's body language and felt the grim delight begin to course through her, a weak trickle at first but soon it was as bold as a river. The vampire's signs of discomfort and anxiety was heightened by the fact that this was the one creature that Shakeeya couldn't stand in this world. The one person that came between her and her lover being completely hers.
As Kaya walked forward after a hollow and not surprised acknowledgement of Hiran's increasing awareness of her probable location, Shakeeya could feel that ever familiar voice's presence in the back of her mind. 'Just kill her' it purred so alluring. The red head's fangs lengthened considerably when that seductive suggestion was coupled with the woman stumbling before her due to her weakened body and sinking to the ground to lean against the barrel. Shakeeya's pupils were barely visible they were so thin with focus. She was as still as a predator waiting for the right moment to leap from the tall grass. She watched Kaya with a brief expression of desperation. The opportunity was being dangled before her and it made sense to take it. Hiran hadn't found his blood child yet. He didn't know of their secret arrangements and communication. She was alone, isolated and out of sight. Heavily injured even for an older vampire. A shaky exhale and quick inhale of desire clutched at her stiff body. 'Do it... end the game.'
She was snapped from her mesmerized hunger as Kaya's hand reached out suddenly to offer the wine bottle. It took a few blinks and a long pause before Shakeeya stretched a tense hand out to clutch the bottle and begin filling her own glass. The hungry voice faded and logic began to trickle in. Hiran would find out. He always did. If he ever discovered that they were in a bizarre scheme against him, let alone found out that his jealous lover had put an end to his prized blood-daughter well... Shakeeya could kiss the brief moment of being number one goodbye. He would end her without a second thought. She didn't ever say it out loud but she believed it. It wasn't likely that Kaya would go without a fight aswell. As such thoughts swirled about her mind, her muscles relaxed a little, leaning back away from her prey as she placed the opened wine bottle down and inhaled the rich aroma of the wine in her glass, cupping it up under her nares. The red head had become so distracted with her inner battle of restraint that Kaya's small attempt at dark humour within the situation took her a while to process and she didn't say anything at first. Shakeeya's facial expression merely sank back in to one of arrogance and annoyance toward this enormous red eyed thorn in her side that she kept at bay by hiding it.
What did throw her completely was Kaya's refusal to adhere to the smaller vampire's warning and dug her irritating heels into the ground of Boston. Shakeeya couldn't restrain the irritated and mildly surprised 'tch' sound from behind her fangs. "...did the wolves give you brain damage aswell?" She purred in a higher, sweeter tone that might not have suggested that the other woman might be disabled. She raised the bloody wine she had been craving to her lips when her phone gave what felt like an obnoxious vibration in her pants. Her heightened senses didn't make it feel that way however. It was knowing who the sender was. Her hand paused, lowering the glass from her mouth, dry tongue still yearning to take a taste but her hunger for Hiran's attention was greater. Glowing eyes became illuminated as she activated the touch screen, the smallest hint of a smirk gracing her feminine features before she gave a bored sigh, hovering and rotating her thumb around the air above her phone, contemplating on whether to answer when she paused. Her gaze dropped to that anxious expression once again that was so delicious on Kaya's face. "Hnn," she grunted out a small noise of amusement as her smile spread so broad across her face, "I wonder what I should reply..."
The threat was heavy in the air before she placed her glass down and took a few stealthy steps to stand infront of the woman on the floor. "I could skip past the running and the hiding and the fighting and the screaming..." she gave a small shrug at her own suggestion of giving up Kaya's location to her lover, "...But what would be the fun in that?" Her thumb moved swiftly, simply typing "I'm out" before hitting send and pocketing the device once more, amber eyes falling back on this creature below her. So below.
"Now... back to your 'leaving party'. You might recall I didn't call it a 'suggestion party'...," her mood had darkened once more now that her mind was on it's previous train of thought. Getting Kaya the fuck out of her life. "And I can tell it was wolves from the way your pretty skin is so torn and deep. Too deep to heal within a day's rest hmm? ...they love going for those tasty limbs don't they? Gnawing and grinding down on the muscle and bone. I can admire them enough for their desire in crushing and consuming flesh with their own mouths. Interesting. Something I thought might be a great way to convince you to leave aswell..." She had rambled but it was so easy when talking about pain and tearing flesh. In a sharp movement that might have been deemed dangerous and a strike, Shakeeya reached her clawed hand forward toward Kaya's face. But instead of her sharp nails making contact with the woman's smooth cheek as the red head so desired, instead her wrist hovered before her, arched in offering.
"Drink," she grunted as she offered the more potent and powerful yet dwindling borrowed Ancient blood still coursing through her, "You won't get very far in that condition." A sharp glare was piercing through the room in the candle light. She wasn't about to let the wench just decide to stay here and stop running. That wasn't the plan. That wasn't their agreement. She needed to get the fuck out of Shakeeya's way.
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