As they stood outside in the alley, a little ways from the entrance of the white mice club. Argen remained frozen, the beat of the music serving as an inorganic heartbeat. For all the years he had lived, this waiting seemed long to him, almost unbearable but he endured it, these passing seconds flew by like decades, each beat of the music acted a divider the passing of this decade of waiting and the coming of the next. His eyes focused on nothing but hers, the pain of waiting apparent in his gray eyes, but yet he remained still, a frozen sculpture of Ice, forever held in place.

Ariel laughed as he merely threw her into the wall. She felt a few stones crumble away as her body weight pressed against the stone. Her eyes smiled at Argen as he held her there, unafraid. She knew she could take him out if she wished- and besides- He'd never hurt lil' ol' her. Her eyes closed as he spoke, as she monitored her breathing- trying to keep it from the heavy rythm it wanted so badly to induge itself in.

The ancient greek woman wondered whether Argen knew that she loved being thrown around, fighting. For that was Spartan culture- husbands and wives always fought- and the winner got the sex. Yeah- old habits die hard, but Argen hadn't won yet. Ariel flashed a him a wicked smile, fangs flashing dangerously as she moved in a flash- barely a blink. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed the front of her body against his

She smiled and moved close enough to kiss, but refrained. Instead- she spoke against his lips.
"You want me?" she forced her voice to be breathy and weak. "I thought you were looking for love dear Argen- not lust.. and that- I can smell- is what this is.... Anyways- you'll have to try a lot harder than that to get a kiss..."

Ariel's voice trailed off into silence and she stepped away from him, easily untangling herself.
"Let's dance?" she inquired, a playful smile pressing her full lips. She gave them a quick lick. "Well... c'mon"

Argens voice stern and calm, "Yes I want you, as the night has been building up I have been raising more and more lewd thoughts" Argen spoke such words which might embarrass the average man in such confidence, he hoped she would understand his feelings and his undertones of affection.

She released from his hold softly and gently, in a way he let her go he could have fought to hold her down, but that was not his way. She stepped away and mused of dances licking her supple lips and drawing him closer with each move she made, asking him to join in with her dance, who was he to refuse.

This reminded him of his days back in Rome as a boy of barely fifteen, even then the dance of a beautiful woman still entranced him, while other boys fought and gambled, he was always more fascinated by the arts, it was perhaps the only part of Antonio that remained in the shell that was Argen.

Argen followed Ariel into dance he moved closer to her once more, at least a foot away and spoke. "Behind this veil of lust that I wear, could thoughts, pure thoughts, these thoughts I thought I would never think again have ignited once again tonight, could they. I shall accept your dance and allow you to feel it for yourself" Argens bluely gray eyes shimmered and his snow white fangs peaked out of his mouth, as if to say I'm right here all you need to do is take it.

His low stern voice made something under her skin writhe pleasently. She smiled and winked, swinging her hips as she led him onto the dance floor, lights pulsing, music thumping liek a giant heart.

She didn't reply to his words- only kept calling him with her eyes and her body. She laughed at his fancy words- throwing them back in his face.
"Ignited once agin? Really?" she asked sarcastically, arching an eyebrow before lifting a hand and gesturing for him to come closer.

The pulsing music created a vibrating pain in her chest, but it felt proper- it excited her, made her move her body a little bit faster, falling into her one true love- music.
She would never love anyone any more than she loved music. The notes sweetly caresses her mind- pulled her into an obsessed trance. Of course, Ariel was still mindful of other things- such as Argen, but the music found it's way into her heart and she moved her body in a catlike rythm- following the notes and rests of the electric song. She looked up at Argen and noted that he was staring- good.

"So- let's see how well you can dance..." she said in a challenging tone, curious fire in her eyes.

Ariels rhythmic movements entranced Argen each swish of her hips leading him more and more into a fit of uncontrollable lust. She gestured for him to move closer and that he did, her body moving faster in time with the music, drawing out his urges to firstly dance with her, and later do many other things with her, she knew exactly what she was doing why was she playing with him so, why indeed.

Her hips and he waist moving smoothly and almost feline, he stared and cursed for why he hadn't seen this earlier was a mystery he couldnt answer. His will holding back from grasping her then and there, he continued to watch her, he didnt care that he was staring and dont think he did either she dance he watched, then he moved closer giving in he was to dance with her. He opened his mouth and spoke softly, so that she could hear it as but a soft whisper "I shall follow your teases that leave mortal men in gaze, I shall follow them with the gentle movement of my own" she smiled and went to her.

Ariel smirked at him. She didn't need mental powers to tell her what he was thinking. As he approached her she took his hands in hers and placed them on her hips before she moved even closer to him, touching his face gently with her smooth ivory hand as he leaned in to whisper.

His breath on her neck made her smile with pleasure and she sighed, letting him know just how good it felt. "Argen- you don't have to be gentle-" she laughed softly, a little breathy. "I'm a vampire..."

"If you didn't notice-" she teased, placing her hands on his and keeping his hands on her body, her eyes never leaving his, an intense gaze boring into him.
Why was she so intent on seducing him? Something about the way he pushed her against that wall- had made her- more interested. Yeah- it was that. It was old habits- Spartan traditions. She wanted him to fight her a little bit- layer his gentleness with something stronger. he had to fight a little more- not physically, but he had to make her give in to him- and so far..... she was winning.
And she didn't want to win.

As she placed his hands on her hips and spoke those words into his ears.
"I'm a vampire..."

"And I am one to" his fangs slid out and he could couldn't hold his lust in any longer her pulled her towards him and lower his hands to her ass, he could feel the soft bulge of her breasts against his chest, she was bring out the beast in him, the animal that he had long shut out.

"Arg...I...These feeling I cannot contain them any longer, I must take you"
He slammed her into the wall once more with force, asbestos started to fall from the ceiling and he lowered his head to her neck biting her slowly and softly but enough to draw blood, his hands caressed what ever they could find, he was over a thousand years old but was acting like a hormonal teenager, and yet in all his years, even while he was living he never felt so alive. Being the man he was he never cared much for violence or acts of chaos, but this was not wild not chaotic, it was art.

He raised his head from he neck and let a sliver of blood slide down his lip, he motioned his head forward towards her lips but before he made contact, he spoke " Hard enough for you?" and then he proceeded to cover the distance between their lips.

Ariel gasped as he pulled her to him, pressed her body against his, grabbed her ass painfully. Wow- that hurt- but then again- super human strength always made ass-grabs a pain.

As he pressed her against the wall again, she smiled- body shaking as his eeth grazed her neck- drawing blood. She managed a breathless whisper.
"Be careful- don't wan't anyone to see- the blood.... and your- fangs..."
His hands traveled her body eagerly, touching whatever he could find, Ariel smiled slightly as he possesed her, grabbing his arms with her hands and squeezing tight, dizzy from all the things he was doing.

A break in the hormonal storm found Argen asking Ariel if that was hard enough for her. She had no time to answer before his mouth was on hers. Ariel wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body so she could press her full length against him. She kissed him hungrily, trying to savor the taste of her own blood in his mouth. It was... amazing.

Ariel found herself falling tino his touches, his kisses and had to stop him. "Stop..." she interrupted, breathing a little laden though it need not be. She just liked the breathless feeling so she faked it. "Stop... can't go any further here--- wow... you're not one for long games are you- Were you evera sprinter- obviously distance and patience were never your thing." she inquired, smiling at him, moving to kiss his lips hungrily again before pulling back, shaking her head.

As she responded to his kisses and accepted his touches it only made Argen go more and more into his lustful state, as they kissed and her blood passed from his mouth to hers the salty taste and the metallic taste a satisfaction that now could have meant nothing to him, he was too entrance in her, to be in her. Her full length along him, two ancients in a deathlock of passion and pain it was marvelous.

She stopped him, his look confused but not as hard as the mortals around them, all the gazes rested on then, she spoke saying how this was not the right place to be doing these acts, criticizing his patience he was patient but she had drawn this out and he wasnt planning on backing down. Argen responded to her qualms with another kiss, she pulled back and shook her head, Argen smiled his hands to her ass once more, resting in both his palms.
"Well then what do you suggest?" his head so close to her he could taste her breath.

Ariel was glad he stopped. She relaxed in his hands and pulled herself up from being pressed into the wall. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before whispering,
"I just think you should be more careful- your fangs were showing and you drew blood- that's not normal human behavior. We should try to blend in..."

She placed her hands upon his chest and them them play along his body. She didn't want to stop now, but they had to. They had to stop now- or everyone would know they were vampires. And the sole purpose of the Amman was to keep vampires hidden from human eyes.

"What do I suggest Argen? I think you know what I want, but we can't- not here- okay? It's too dangerous... just--" her voice trailed off as she thought about what she wanted.

But was what she wanted good for her? Was Argen good for her? She couldn't tell. He did have a childish nature- and it was his mature self that she liked, enjoyed- and this firey part of Argen-- was.... breathtaking. Her eyes looked him over critically and she pulled his hands from her ass and gave him a cute-sy smile.

"Down boy.. we can have playtime later- did you say you had mental powers before?" she whispered. "Because if you can- you need to wipe some minds here...." She was a professional vampire. She knew what had to be done- and after it was done- if Argen wasn't too tired from wiping minds- maybe he could refresh hers.

Argens face dropped but he responded.
"Mortals only see what they want to see anyone who saw my fangs would think they had one to many to drink"

Argen noticed she was thinking hard, was it about him maybe yes maybe not, it was too much for him to think about, but back to important matters, yes he was being rash and how little the threat it was his job to make sure it was stomped. She removed his hands and spoke of wiping the minds of all those there, a long and tedious procedure but one that needed doing.

Argen smiled and raised his silver cross in his hand, "Mortals and young vampires can easily be mesmerized by my pendant and my icy glare, I shall simply invade their mind and replace their memories of today so, I shall carry out what you have asked, but promise me this when I am done I get my just rewards"
Argen smirked and then proceeded to draw attention to himself, setting up the start of the hypo session.

Ariel didn't say anything as Argen started to work through the crowd. She sighed. Lucky for her he was here- she didn't have the ability to wip minds, alter memories. Her attributes were far more physical- and that strength surpassed any mind game. Why torture the mind when you could merely tear someone's throat out in half a second. She smiled- she was proud of who she was.

Her strange egotistical thoughts stopped as he eyes fell upon Argen. She arched a slender eyebrow as he replaced memories and erased what they had seen. She sighed. Almost done...
And after that? After that.... She'd take him home with her. Yeah. Ariel still didn't understand her wild attraction. It was- almost an instinct now. It was as if something inside her had clicked. She didn't want this. She didn't want to want any body. She wanted others to want her. Ariel had never wanted to rely on anyone but herself. Ever since her mother died... she had vowed to be solitary.And she'd be damned is she let a little lust make her want someone so much.

She shook her head and the thoughts out of her mind. He had said before that he was looking for love not lust- obviously that had been a lie. He was in lust- not looking for love- and that was fine with Ariel. She hadn't been in love for a thousand years. And she was reluctant to change that. Love was a bitch- and she didn't want to deal with her.

Ariel ordered a glass of red wine as she waited for Argen to finish up. She leaned against the bar, relaxing and gaining the control that she had lacked before. Her mind was icy now, fresh, cool, and sharp. She flashed him a smile as he looked back at her and toasted him. She wondered what kind of wine she was drinking exactly. The bartender hadn't said and neither had she- All she wanted was red wine. Funny- she never drank wine. It must be an aquired taste. Red, heh- That was funny...

It sure took Argen long enough to wipe their little brains. She waited, letting one ivory arm rest against the top of the counter.

As Argen finished wiping the minds of the mortals that had seen his little display of vamprisim, he turned to see Ariel drinking a glass of red wine, he himself preferred white wine, call it a change when he drank blood all night long drinking somethings else red, seemed to coordinated.

He walked back to Ariel, but stopped mid-way, Damn he thought she was beautiful and why was she with a washed up vamp like him, never mind he was quite happy with himself and she seemed content. He continued to walk towards her and stopped as he reached the barside, "Chardonnay please, dry if you have it" He motioned to the bartender, then he turned and faced Ariel, "I have done your bidding my lady." A quick smirk from Argen.

After Argen had mindfucked so many people, minutes ago, his psychic abilities were in overdrive and he got a feeling if you will, from Ariel, words such as 'lust' and 'love' flew out towards him and made him think, was he in love with Ariel or was it simple lust. Argen liked Ariel she was fun and sometimes on his wavelength, he enjoyed the company they spent together, he was sure it was more than just lust, for one he cared what she thought, it was just too confusing to think of now, he would let the night run its course.

Argen opened his mouth again, about to talk, when he noticed his glass of wine before him and the tender patiently waiting for his payment, Argen passed him a $10 note and then proceeded to finish his talk with Ariel. "Ariel what is it that troubles you? Do not lie to me I can sense it." Her golden head of hair felt to him as a sign, it was the golden crop to match his silver -although the dye had washed out today- he himself wished he knew what to think, maybe her words would provide some clarity.

As he approached her, she noted his admiration- and his own thoughts dancing across his eyes. Ariel smiled and downed her glass in one sip before his drink even touched his lips.
He studied her for a moment after paying the bartender. She sighed as he spoke.
"What troubles me- troubles all women-- don't worry about me." she said, avoiding the question. She didn't want to discuss lust or love. She only wanted to live. She wanted nothing to do with the feelings and daggers they served, now and in the past.

The vampiress moved to Argen and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her golden head on his shoulder, her braid trailing down her back magnificently.
"Would you come home with me? You can stay the night- I have dark curtains in my apartment." she asked him, her heart beating slower now than before. She didn't like all tis clear thinking. She wanted to be as dizzy and as confused as before. It had been wonderful until they woke up from it.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and spoke softly inviting him home with her.
"Of course my dear" Argen spoke softly and grasped her harder. He noticed she brushed of his question with a ambiguous answer, but he didn't want to pry if she wanted to tell him she would.

Argen lowered his lips to hers and kissed her hard, a more gentle than forceful kind of hard, his icy blue eyes mingled with gray, his darkened hair with all these he seemed like a monotone painting, resting beside the full, vital oil painting that was Ariel.

He didnt feel lust, no sudden urge to grope her, or to feel himself against her, but he felt the urge to be with her, even if they only talked he would be happy, so he removed his lips from hers and spoke. "shall we go then?" his face warm and full of bliss, anyone would mistake it for mortal.