(( Invitation Only. ))

"Utter thou name,
In a bellowed tone,
From the tomb I rise,
Like a god of old,
Dancing in the night,
I seek my prey,
And with my last breath,
I curse your name."

There were two types of men, the kind who love to much, and only want to please others. And some who hated the world and cursed it with their last breath, it's odd that this man had once been one who loved to much. Until his sins dragged him into the pits of hell. And its surprising how one man, who loved too much, became one man who hated the world.

"Sinner of a sin, I call you out, from whence thou came."

His words were deep and tranquil, full of an air of mystique, it was surprising why he was here, not to long ago he had seen this woman at a masquerade, but his parting was abrupt due to other things, and now he seeks her out, the leader of the coven Terapha, to finish what was never formally started.

A light smirk crossed the cold stone features of his face, his blood red hues danced about in amusement, he studied the faces of the weaker members in the warehouse, none of them were who he came to seek out. His form shifted, like a shadow outstretching, his body seeming to move with an elegant gait, as his darkened visage found his way to a seat, which he comfortably seated himself in. His face and hands had been covered in a light ash, to show the lines of his features, which were surprisingly there at all. This let him blend in with humans easier, making him look more human to say.

His black tunic wrapped tightly to his form, it could be seen that he was quite solid of build, with short crop black hair which swayed about his forehead, twin daggers could be seen sheathed by the sides of his trousers, which were quite loose, and gave decent maneuverability, though showed some of the muscles of his calf, they were made from a nice silk material, which could easily be ruined, and it would seem that he would have to get a new pair to don.

A woman walked up to him, giving him a shy smile, he smiled back, and made a quick gesture of his hand for her to come near, she moved silently on his lap, his hand moving about her fragile waist, brushing over the fabrics of her dress. "My dear, you are quite beautiful.."
She smiled, and turned her head to plant a kiss to his cheek, the ash had been smothered in nicely, and seemed to be crushed smoothly into his skin. He smiled to her, his hand tracing up her sides, moving to the left side of her breast, massaging it slightly with the palm of his head, she seemed quite nervous at first, but was soothed by his words. "Don't worry, I’m sure no one will mind."
She responded to him, in a soft voice, with a hint of attempted seduction. ”Would you like to come home with me?" Lamontt smirked softly, hearing her words, as his lips grazed over her neck, teasing her soft flesh. She was caught of guard, with the first nip that could be felt against her skin, his right hand moving up her hips, teasing the black satin off her strapless dress.

"No thanks, all I wanted was a bite." With that said his tongue slipped across her neck, dampening the skin a moment before his teeth sank into her neck, feeling her blood pulse through the vein, throbbing with the crimson essence of her life, as he lapped it into his mouth, drinking freely from her spout of eternal youth.

He felt the burning liquid pour down his throat, the sensuous pleasure moving through his body in a rhythmic beat, matching with the beat of his heart, as pleasure and his heartbeat joined in unison of sensual delight. When she was almost dead, he moved the body into the seat next to her, as if she had fallen asleep. If she was not dead, she would seen be, as other vampires went for her in a weakened state, but he thought it would be quite fun to watch from another perspective instead of the hunter, he smirked at the thought.

For now he would wait for the one who was known as Nyx, and when she arrived, only fate would decide what was in store.

"Dance my children,
Dance in the night,
Forever shine,
With your unholy light,
Like an imperfect pearl,
You gleam with delight,
And dance my children,
Forever in the night.."

The way Nyx saw it, there were only two kinds of people in the world: the weak, and the strong. Once in a while, you’d find one that somehow managed to find some stable ground in the middle, but they were either completely idiotic, or too young to know what the fuck was going on in the hellhole some people had the nerve to call the world. On the other hand, there were some that were neither, and those ones were almost as fucked up. Nyx, she considered herself strong. Sure, she’d been a lame ass weakling once, but that had changed, and was now one of the most feared people in Demaitre. It was quite a feeling.

Her green eyes stared back at her as she sat in front of her vanity in her little room. The room suited her perfectly, all black and red with various implements for pain – or pleasure, in Nyx’s case – in various locations. The bed was only what could be called orgy-sized, covered in black satin. To some, the room was hard on the eyes, but rarely did anyone ever say such a thing to the woman. Dressed in a sheer black robe with her only other clothing being spiked fluffy shoes; she lined her eyes in kohl. Why? She had a feeling, and Nyx never disregarded her feelings… unless they got in her way. She wasn’t about to let something as insignificant as attraction jeopardize what she’d worked for.

Slipping off the velvet-upholstered stool she sat upon, she stretched, a small crack from her back resounding through the room, her stance very much like a cat. The curves of her body had an undeniable feline look to them, with no awkward angles whatsoever. Undoing the belt around her waste, she let the black robe fall onto the red floor, revealing her milky skin. It contrasted greatly with the room, making her appear to almost glow.

Her mouth scrunching up on the side of her face and making her look much younger, she tapped a finger on her cheek, wandering to her closet with the grace of someone who just didn’t seem to notice or care she was naked. Throwing the doors open, she looked at the clothing staring back at her.

“What to wear?” she questioned, her hand dropping to her hip. Her fingers skimming through the clothing until without warning, she snatched something. With one delicately shaped eyebrow raised, her lips formed into a half smile that had more than a small amount of mischief in it.

Kicking off her shoes, she climbed into the dress she had selected. The top was a halter, and dark black lace that descended to an almost indecent level. The bottom was black satin that was long on one side, and shorter on the other, only about three inches or so under the lace. Pulling on lace thigh-high stockings, she put on her highest stiletto shoes and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was a slut. She knew it, and frankly, she didn’t give a damn.

Opening her door, Nyx walked down the hallway and down the winding stairs, her heels clicking on the metal. The dark, grungy music washed over her, as she reached the bottom, along with the heat of moving bodies, and the smell of blood, sweat and sex. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and she couldn’t stop her eyebrows from rising when she saw Lamontt.

Running a hand through her hair, an amused expression crossed her face as she saw the almost dead girl next to him. In her opinion, it was too simply done, but she wasn’t about to say anything. It would be rude, and she hadn’t even gotten to play with him yet. She was curious, and wanted to know what kind of a player he was. She stalked through the crowd, putting the sultry sway that came all too naturally to her into her movements.

Without looking at him, she sat down next to him and ordered a Scotch. Taking a small sip, she ran her finger around the rim of the glass, and said, still without looking at him, “I trust you’re having fun?”


((Yay?))

The vampires lips curved into a wicked smirk, his features cold, and his body perfectly still like a stone statue. Not even the sound of him inhaling a breath could be heard, he merely sat for a moment, taking in the sound of her voice, and the sweet fragrance which seeemed to permeate from her even in death. The smell was quite peculiar. As he sifted in her smell, like roses, blended with the sweet everlasting fragrance of blood, twisted together with the pungant odor of death, making a quite enthralling smell to a vampires senses.


His head slightly turned in a polite manner, with a bit of a graceful twist, showing that he was once of noble blood. But noble blood meant nothing now in death, like a flower meant nothing without it's petals, and if he were a flower, then all his petals would have been peeled off like one would open a bannana, before finding what was inside. But what was inside, had slowly withered, decayed to say, his kindness, his warm heartedness had all but faded away.

He was left a cold man, but enjoyed cold more then the warmth. For the warmth and happiness was like betrayl. So easily would it turn it's back on you, and leave you in the cold loneliness of the void. And the void would devour your soul, unless you became as dark as darkness itself.

His crimson hues scanned acrsoss her sensual form, studying the curves and contours of her body, gazing upon her apetitizing image, before replying, and giving his candid opinion.

"I must admit it's been quite boring, but now that you have arrived, it has reminded me how your beauty seems to radaite like the pale moonlight."

His facial features were angular, almost perfect like a man on a commercial, yet the paleness of his skin, only covered up slightly by the black ash rubbed on his face, was barely enough to cover up the icy tones of his flesh. His medium length hair, danced before his eyes, the long locks of ebony tresses having to be pulled back behind his ear with a quick sweeping motion of his hand, since they interfered with his vision of her beauty. Yet his hair wasn't that long, his bangs were shorter about down to his eyes, some a bit over them. Yet the back of his hair, was longer and seemed to hang down the back of his neck.

"But this is no place to talk, can we find somewhere more.. private?" A hint of suggestion in his charming voice, as he studied her beautiful features, exempt from the wear and tear of time, the positive end of this thing called immortality, which he has to bear. Loneliness can get to even immortals, and it can madden them. He had been alone far to long..

Nyx had become accustomed to the feeling of eyes upon her. With the kind of clothing she wore, along with her somewhat unusual colouring, she’d gotten her fair share of it over the years. Still, she never got tired of feeling that feeling. A small, impish smile curved onto her face, as she tilted her head towards him and stared at him with those brilliant green eyes that seemed almost to glow in the dusky shadows of the club. Her hair tumbled over her shoulder, looking black in the darkness.

She studied him, her eyes roaming over him in a way that was less than subtle, until they stopped on his eyes, looking up at him through dark lashes and twinkling with a seductive glint. He was older than her, this vampire was. It wasn’t by a lot, three centuries or so, but it was still there. He also possessed a dominating presence. It excited her, and she found herself wondering who would be the top, and who would find themselves on the bottom. Either way, Nyx found herself not caring.

He was handsome. Very handsome. That was good.

“You certainly know how to compliment a girl,” Nyx all but purred, dipping a finger in her Scotch before licking the faint traces of alcohol off. “I like that.” Her pink tongue appeared and licked at her bottom lip. “Well,” she said, continuing on, “we can’t have you being bored now can we?” There was the faintest hint of teasing in her voice. “There are plenty of places more private we can… talk.”

Her hand took his as she slid off the stool. With an inviting smile, one finger gestured for him to follow her. The crowd seemed almost to part before her as she led him to the stairs she had just descended only minutes earlier. She cast him a look with a secretive smile before walking up the winding metal contraption. Atop, the dark hallway loomed before them, but she led him forth, not even seeming to notice the darkness.

Finally letting go of his hand, she stopped at one door and put her back to it, one hand grasping the knob. “This is my room,” she said, the tone of her voice anything but innocent. “You sure you want to come in? I can’t promise that you’ll come out… unharmed.” Just the thought of it aroused her, and she did nothing to try and stop it.