Ah, the White Mice. Ferox cocked his head to the side as he came in, the sharp scent of the club stinging his nostrils. Sweat, liquor, smoke, the faint hint of cocaine and other illegals coming from the darker corners, sex. Humans, he thought with a faint smile, humans searching for heat, intoxication, a high, or a nicely anonymous fuck. And then there was him. How did he differ, in these desires, from a human? He only went about them in different ways.

There was a violence inside him tonight. There usually was. It was, perhaps, hinted to by the clothes he wore, dark and not nearly as elegant as he typically preferred. But, when in Rome... The collar of his shirt dipped low, the pale slashes of the forever fresh scars on his neck and chest practically glowing in the murky light. He looked the age he'd been mired in, for once, the cultured and mature aura he usually wore having been cast aside for the evening. And there was a touch of something other in his eyes, the vague hint of the stereotypical "bad-boy" that some were drawn to.

Anyone would do tonight, he thought as he carved his way through the crowd to the bar. A young, strapping man, perhaps, confident in his bulging muscles and quick fists. It was amusing how often they went to tears. Or perhaps a pretty, slicked up thing with cat eyes and a toned body.

Decisions, decisions.

But first, a beer.

It was Jenny's night working one of the bars in the club. Wearing a simple black blouse and matching pants she was wondering what kind of crowd it'd be. She knew that a few of the customers were doing illegal things, but it wasn't her problem. Making the drinks was.

"Hey Jenny, I need a Corona with lime and a lemon drop martini." One of the waitresses called, and Jenny nodded after giving a Sam Adam's to a drunk customer.

Mixing the drinks she looked up and thought she saw someone familiar. Someone who she met a while ago, but she didn't get a good look. Letting out a sigh she gave the drinks to the waitress. Moving to someone who just came up to the bar she smiled. "What do you need?" After getting his order she gave him a glass of straight vodka and rum. Whatever floated your boat.

Shaking her head, Jenny wasn't surprised at how crowded the nightclub was.

Waiting patiently for the bartender to work her way to him, Ferox studied the waitress who called out an order for a Corona and lime. She was tall and shapely, with a pretty face and dark, smooth skin. He drummed his fingers absently on the bar as he perused, doing it less conspicuously than some, but not really bothering to hide it either. She had a ladder of rings in her ears, a glinting little stud in her nose, and he thought he saw another stud flash in her tongue as she spoke. The little glimmers made Ferox wonder what other parts of her body she might have pierced. It might be interesting to find out.

"Coors, bottle," Ferox called out as the bartender worked her way closer and filled an order for rum and vodka, straight. Interesting combination. He frowned a little as he studied the bartender, wondering if she really did look familiar or if he'd simply killed someone who looked like her once.

She was pretty enough he decided, short, slender, compact. And the feeling of familiarity. Sometimes that was enough to tip the scales. Little things that said, she'll be interesting or he won't. Ferox waited for his beer and pondered, feeling the slick edge of his hunger.

"Coming right up." She said in response to the man's order. The voice was familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she heard it. Maybe it was at the nightclub or something.

Walking over to the man she placed an open bottle of Coors in front of him. "Anything else?" She asked then took a closer look at him. Now she remembered where she saw him. Putting her hand on her neck Jenny remembered him, that night at The Sinister Puppet. He saved him from a bunch of stupid vampires, but then she was almost tempted into letting him feed from her. "Ferox..." She said quietly, but then turned her attention to whatever else she could hoping that he didn't remember her, or hear her at least.

"I'll take a Sam Adam's, and whatever you want to drink." A guy who probably thought he was the shit, wearing a silk shirt and dockers. Probably worked out at the gym a lot. "I'll throw a little extra in if you give me...a few minutes."

Jenny didn't even hesitate, she took the Sam Adam's and splashed it in his face. "Oh...I'm sorry, I kinda tripped." She said with a smile. "And I don't do that type of thing, so if you're happy with the beer I'll be more than happy to get one for you."

"You bitch!" The guy glared at her. "This cost me more than you make in a year!" He leaned over the bar and grabbed her by her blouse. "How the fuck are you going to pay me back!?"

Jenny wasn't surprised, she had a habit of pissing people off. "I told you it was an accident."

"Like hell you didn't!" He pulled her closer to the bar so he had better leverage. He pulled his arm back to hit her.

It took him a second as the recognition played over the little waitress's face, but it eventually clicked. "You," Ferox said, amusement playing into his tone as he remembered the girl. She'd likely have ended up as, to put it simply, dinner that night if not for the interference of the other vampire. And if he'd been in the mood for a scuffle, might have anyway.

He opened his mouth to say more, but was interrupted by one of the very men he'd been considering as this night's dinner. Ripped in Ralph Lauren, the vampire thought to himself, smiling a little as he thought it. He listened as the man made a slightly ungentlemanly comment, and was a little surprised by the girl's reaction. It seemed to him that she'd be used to that sort of thing, working in a place like this.

On impulse, Ferox snagged the man's wrist as he pulled his fist back, then used his other hand to grab the man by the hair and slam his pretty face into the polished bar. All before the man could utter so much as an indignant obscenity. "You," the vampire said mildly to the bartender as he held the man's head on the bar, "Have a knack for getting into trouble."

He recognized her, definitely something that Jenny didn't want. She straightened her blouse and let out a sigh. She looked at Ferox. "Trouble finds me most of the time." She let out a sigh. "It's been a while...Ferox." She said leaning against the counter.

She looked down at the man who tried to swing at her, and feigned surprise. "You can let him up." Popping a Sam Adam's open she put it on the table next to him. "It's on the house." She said with a smile, though what she wanted to do was kick him nice and hard in the face.

"So what else do you want Ferox?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. He certainly wasn't there for the booze, and the way he was dressed, it seemed he was going for the bad boy look. Looking at him stirred up the feelings she felt that night she first met him. "How long has it been since we last saw each other?"

As was entirely typical of him, Ferox found this situation highly amusing. Images, he thought, and this was a funny one. The shorter, leaner man holding the big, buff one down like one might hold onto a small child, firmly and without effort. But he had to give props to the girl, whose name was escaping him, and her casual air. No fluttering, no babbles, just straight up lip.

That was humorous in and of itself. And more than slightly foolhardy. You would think a girl who had a relationship with a vampire would be more cautious. Even a human was capable of some... damage. The ancient ran his tongue over his teeth at the thought. Perhaps it was overconfidence, sometimes that came with having a powerful protector.

"A while?" he repeated as he let the man up and, just for the heck of it, kicked his leg out from under him so Silk Shirt toppled forward and rapped his head on the bar again, "I suppose." Stone grey eyes flickered to the man, who appeared embarrassed, angry, and ready to do something foolish. "Scram," Ferox told him briefly and, after a moment's debate, he did.

He sat back down at the counter, the short skirmish already forgotten by the few patrons who had bothered to watch. "Me?" Ferox sipped his beer, flashed a smile that didn't quite touch his eyes. "I want everything I can get."

Jenny was thankful that she didn't have to exert much effort into fighting Silk Shirt. Thanks to Angel she knew how to defend herself, and even if the man was bigger than her, she knew where to hit him.

Looking at the vampire she let out a sigh. She forgot that a while meant something totally different for them. She couldn't help but let a small almost invisible smile creep onto her face as Silk Shirt's face met the bar table yet again. Letting out a sigh she leaned against the bar staring at Ferox.

"Hmmm, does that also mean leaving a nice sized hickey?" She asked. She didn't like the smile, but she didn't show it. "I've got plenty of things, but some of them are off limits." She said slightly warningly. She wouldn't have sex with him or let him drink her blood, well at least as much as she could. She was still only human.

Ferox smiled again at the girl as she leaned in closer to him. Confidence, he thought once more, an overabundance of confidence. Mirroring her posture, he leaned in a little closer himself. "A nice-sized hickey?" he echoed, his fangs sliding down so that the sharp tips were visible below his lips. His deep grey eyes were piercing in their intensity as he moved in a little closer, until he was whispering into her ear "Oh, no. It means nibbling in just the right place until you scream with the fury of it and can't tell where pleasure ends and pain begins." He raised his hand, skimming a fingertip through the air a hairsbreadth away from touching her. "It means teasing your senses until you can't help but think dying is but the next great explosion and can't wait to feel your heart stutter to a stop."

The vampire eased back, his lips curving as the fangs retracted, and took a slow sip of his beer. "I'm not in the mood for limits tonight, love." He angled his head, considered using his power on her. It would be easy, no matter what her vampire had taught her to resist. Ferox could crush her objections if he wanted, hold her helpless until she begged him to do things to her that threatened to strip away her very humanity.

Easy. He drank again. Too easy. But so very tempting.

OOC: Rommy! Go ahead and use his powers!!!

Jenny was confident, but it was only a show. She wasn't confident that she could resist Ferox's powers. She knew that if she held onto her, she would melt and do whatever he pleased. She'd seen it before when other vampires used their powers, even Angel.

She glanced at the fangs as they appeared from behind his lips and let out a sigh. Though she backed away ever so slightly as his fingertip came close to touching her. Jenny was definitely scared of Ferox, if she wasn't she'd be a fool. She just didn't like showing that she was scared. "It sounds like a bad S&M flick." She said with a sigh as he explained what it was like.

"Well if you're not in the mood for limits, then there's always someone else. I'm leaving myself for Angel." She said looking into his eyes. She knew it'd be easy for him to crush her will, to make her beg for him to feed on her, to kill her.

OOC: Yay!

"It sounds like a bad S&M flick."

Ferox said nothing for a moment, falling into stillness. Then he burst out laughing. "Does it then?" he said, his white teeth flashing as he grinned. It was not one of his more dangerous smiles, as it made his grey eyes crinkle slightly at the corners and gave his handsome poet's face a youthful look. "Well, I can assure you, my dear, if you ever were in an S&M flick with me, it would be an excellent one," the vampire chuckled, tipping his bottle up to take a sip.

It was her mistake, though, to look so directly into his eyes as she refused him. Ferox felt the temptation rise and though he first intended to brush it aside, reconsidered. This girl had arrogance in her and arrogance in those who had no power was a foolish thing. He let his stone-colored eyes lock with hers and smoothly, before she could even feel it, let his mind touch hers. The vampire did not look to crush, not yet, but merely to manipulate. There was lust, he could feel it, and expertly used his power to make it build, build to unbearable proportions.

"But you're not in the mood for limits either, are you?" he asked softly, just barely loud enough for her to hear him. Her mind was weak and he pressed his will firmly against it and felt it bend.

OOC: Poor Jenny...lol. TT_TT

The laugh seemed like a good sign. The smile he gave her reached his eyes, yet another semi-good sign. It looked like he wouldn't try anything, but then he did. She felt her lust start to rise up. She blushed and tried to break eye contact, but she couldn't bring herself to.

She made a mistake by making eye contact with him, she should've known that, but even if she wasn't she was sure he could take her anyway if he wanted. "I..." She tried to say that she was in the mood for limits, but no she wasn't. She wanted to feel his fangs in her, to feel him against her. "I'm not up for it either." She said just as softly as he asked her.

"Let me...let me just get someone to watch the bar." She said as she moved away from him. It felt as if it wasn't her thoughts now, as if someone was influencing them, but she couldn't stop herself. Her mind was too weak to resist him.

After getting one of the other girls to watch the bar while she was gone, Jenny moved back to Ferox. She knew that he could break her, to simply pulverize her mind with his. What would Angel say if he saw her like this? He probably would never trust her again, but her lust was too much.

OOC: Whoa, Ferox randomly wants an orgy. O_o

He could feel it, the way her need, her desire grew steadily beneath his careful manipulations. Ferox only barely kept the smirk from touching his face, keeping it sober and intense instead of letting his true emotions leak through. Not that it mattered. He could grin as wider than a cackling caricature of the devil and she'd be powerless to keep herself from going with him.

He watched as she slipped away from the bar to ask a friend to cover for her. Smiled again. Ferox was a braggart in many ways and once the night was over and the girl spent (he was mostly certain it would be more entertaining to leave her alive than not to) he might allow her to see how easily she'd been duped. But until then, he'd let her believe it was her own feelings and desires pushing her so.

In a sense, that was true. He'd only tweaked them a little for his own purposes. Much easier than creating something out of nothing.

The vampire caught her hand as she walked back to him, tugged her against him. "I won't be gentle or sweet, love," Ferox murmured to her, his fangs nipping slightly against her earlobe as he allowed his hands to wander. His voice was sweet and gentle as a lover's as he continued, "But I promise you'll feel things you've never felt before."

OOC: Heh heh, it'll be hilarius to see how Jenny reacts if that happens. Though she'll probably be head deep in Ferox's tricks.

Jenny didn't know why her feelings were so high now. She wanted Ferox, but her mind was screaming that she shouldn't. She understood her own weakness, but still didn't understand her vulnerbility to the powers Ferox controlled.

As Ferox pulled her against him, Jenny let out a sigh as she felt her body warm. "Ferox..." She said as he said that he wouldn't be gentle or sweet. She leaned against him breathing a little more heavily as he nibbled at her earlobe. "Not here..." She whispered breathily to him.

"There're rooms upstairs..." She said as she kissed at his neck. "They won't bother us there..."

Looking for all the world like any other half-drunken, randy couple looking to make some fun time for each other, Ferox draped an arm over Jenny's slight shoulders. He could hear the rush of her breath, feel the blood fluttering warmly in her veins. "Upstairs," the vampire agreed, feeling eyes on his back as they headed up the stairs.

Smiling at her, dipping his head to plant a searing kiss on her lips, he pushed her ahead of him into the rooms with a quick, "One second, love." Quick and elegant as a snake, his hand snapped out, caught the young man who had followed them by the throat. The man's face was bruised and angry, his eyes mean. Silk Shirt. "You," Ferox said with no little amusement.

Silk Shirt would have spat out some no doubt wise-ass reply, but had to settle for a choked gag instead.

"Following us were you?" The Roman asked rhetorically, musing over that for a moment. He smiled again, coldly, "Want to hurt her do you? Mm, I understand." Ferox gave the man's throat a little squeeze, then released him. "So do I. What's your name?"

Silk suspiciously glared back at the shorter man for a moment, rubbed his throat before replying, "Jeremy."

Ferox opened the door, gestured to Jeremy. "My lead, boy, or I'll drive your nose so far into your head you'll have a pit in your face where it was."

OOC: Hee hee, I couldn't resist.

OOC: Awesome. Hooray for threesomes! lol.

Jenny felt as if she would die if she didn't go with Ferox, that she wanted to let him rip into her, to ravage her. Jenny didn't know why, she knew she didn't want Ferox a few moments ago, but now she wanted him like she wanted Angel. It scared her.

She returned Ferox's kiss, and nodded as she walked into the room, and waited for him. The room was simple with a bed, an end table, and a T.V. The bed was big enough to accomodate whatever floated your boat.

As the door opened Jenny looked only to be face to face with Silk Shirt. "What the fuck are you doing in here!?" She glared at Silk Shirt and then at Ferox who was holding the door open. "Ferox...what's going on here?" She asked backing away from Silk Shirt.

Calmly, Ferox closed the door behind them, locked it. "Jeremy's going to make nice," he said with a slightly twisted smile. "Don't worry. I'll keep him in line." Crossing to her, he tugged her against him, pulled on her hair to tip her head back so he could catch her mouth with his. Pressing one hand between her legs, he smothered her concerns about the other man, murmuring, "You don't mind, do you?"

He pushed her back, back to the bed. She would mind, internally, but still wouldn't be able to stop herself.

Ferox glanced back at Jeremy, who stared at Jenny with a mixture of lust and anger. "You'll wait your turn," he told the human, whose hands were already fumbling with buttons on his shirt. Crouching, the vampire locked his eyes on hers, smiled thinly, "Strip."

He felt like mean tonight. Pulling strings, humiliation, pain. And, of course, blood.

Jenny didn't like this, she didn't like it one bit, but her body still ached for the vampire. As he crossed over to her, Jenny let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, she looked up at him and let out a sigh as he pulled on her hair. Her legs weakened as she felt his hand between her legs. For some reason she felt less concerned about it. "N-no...I don't mind." She said a moment before he pushed her back towards the bed.

Jenny stumbled slightly and looked at Jeremy, and knew that she was going to have an...interesting night to say the least. Looking into Ferox's eyes Jenny hesitated for a second, still unsure about Jeremy. She didn't trust him, even with Ferox around, she had to wonder what he was thinking.

The girl glanced at Jeremy, then back to Ferox, after a second she started stripping. Taking her blouse off slowly she revealed the black sports bra she was wearing. The next to go was her shows and her pants. She matched in underwear, and she moved towards Ferox. "Your turn..." She said looking at him.

Ferox wanted laugh out loud at how easy this was, controlling some girl with a bold, "I can handle anything" personality. By all normal standards, she should have been howling her protests, but that was easily quashed. His eyes danced over her as she began to remove her clothes, slowly but more from nerves it seemed than design. She stopped at undergarments, but that was fine. The vampire ran a hand over her flat belly, lightly.

He quirked an eyebrow at her command, but obligingly began to unbutton his shirt and shrugged out of it to reveal a lean, muscled torso scattered with scars. The vampire rested his hands on his belt and paused there, his flat grey eyes appearing almost white in the murky light.

Ferox moved a little closer to the girl. He could tell from her thoughts, certain actions, that she was a virgin, but slipped a hand beneath her panties anyway, his fingers sliding into her. Pleasure, pain, he didn't care which she felt, but from her slickness, he leaned towards the former. "Still innocent," he said, placing his other hand on her shoulder. "Might as well stay that way for a little while longer. On your knees, love."

Jenny watched as Ferox shrugged out of his shirt revealing his torso with scattered scars. Looking at him as he rested his pants on his belt, Jenny licked her lips thinking about what awaited. She still was also wondering about her feelings for Ferox, but her thoughts were starting to concentrate more on what he could do to her.

The girl let out a gasp as Ferox's hand slid into her. She breathed heavily as she felt a mix between pain and pleasure. She ran a finger down one of his scars, and nodded as Ferox told her to get on her knees. Looking at him, Jenny knelt down, figuring he was going to tell her to do. Not many things you could do from your knees the way Ferox was talking.

Jenny wanted to run, to get away, but she stopped herself, to see what was going to happen.

Ferox's face was cold, the poet's features set into a ferociously blank expression as the girl went down to her knees before him. He unbuckled his pants, kicked away his shoes, revealing even more scars as he carelessly tossed his clothes aside. The jagged lines ran all over him, back, chest, even his genitals, all as vivid as if they'd only barely finished healing. Behind him, he could hear the human shift, take a breath, and knew the man wanted to stand where he was. The vampire didn't care.

He was hard, ready, both from anticipation and a writhing, tangling hunger for the girl's body, her blood. He gripped her hair, his muscles tense, his lips curving slightly in mockery. "I think you know what I want, love," Ferox said softly, his hard grip gentling slightly as he cupped her face in his hands. He even stroked one through her hair, enjoying the soft silky texture as it ran through his fingers.

The vampire could feel reluctance whispering, but simply rolled over it, his will forcefully pressing against hers.

Jenny looked on as he took his pants off. She didn't want to, no she didn't want to, but her doubt disappeared as Ferox worked his magic on her. "Yes..." She looked back up at Ferox, and started to see what was going on.

"No!" She managed to push away from him. "No...I don't want to..." She shook her head as she backed away from him. "No...I won't..." She said finally managing to break somewhat away from Ferox.

"Ferox...no..." She glared at the vampire, then at Jeremy, who disgusted her. "I..." Jenny moved away still unsure where her emotions began, and where his augmentations ended. "I won't..."

Ferox, instead of anger, actually felt interest as the girl's mind finally bucked a protest. Well, good. Wouldn't want it to be too easy, after all. His hand, the one that had been stroking gently, almost tenderly in her hair, fisted to hold her firmly in place. "Now, Jenny," Ferox began, his other hand coming down to grip her chin, "we were going along just fine too."

If anything, her refusal only made him more eager. His fingers bruised purposefully as he held her head, began to speak, "You're going to do exactly what I tell you to do. Beginning with putting that pretty little mouth of yours to good use." He smiled again, still coldly, and simply crushed her objections. In a way, he simply forced his desire onto her to knot still further her sense of where her wants and his separated.

He patted her cheek kindly, almost avuncularly. "Do as I say." The vampire's voice dropped, the smooth sound of it becoming soothing, hypnotic even. "This is what you wanted, remember?"

Jenny struggled as he held her by her hair and chin. She knew it was futile, but it was better than just standing there.

Looking at Ferox she had the urge to spit in his face, but she didn't as she started to feel like she wanted to do it more. Jenny didn't move away, but she didn't make an attempt to kneel down again. "Ferox..." She didn't know what she wanted to do, and Ferox's pushes only made it more confusing.

Jenny looked into Ferox's eyes as he patted her cheek. "Ye..." She didn't know what she wanted, she didn't know what to say. "I..." She turned away from him. "I don't know." She said rubbing her arm as if she was cold. "I don't know what I want anymore..." Jenny said not concentrating on anything in particular.

"Jenny," Ferox's voice changed, but imperceptibly to a human. To her, it would still be soothing, seductive even. To a vampire who was old enough, however, his voice took on the sheen, the mesmeric quality of power. "Do as I say. Now." He brushed his fingers over her cheek. "This is what you want. This is exactly what you want."

It was interesting. She seemed to have formed some core of resistance now. Almost naked and confused still, but resistant. Ferox frowned a little, narrowing his eyes as he began to tinker again. All the pieces were in place, he was just tweaking again. It wouldn't take much.

To her, it would feel like drunkenness, lust, in a potent combination. As she turned away from him, he stepped up again, deliberately crowding her, using little touches and strokes to boost physically what he was doing mentally.

Jenny didn't want to, but there was something to Ferox's voice that was simply intoxicating. "This is...what I want." She said still with the slightest hint of uncertainty, but even that was slipping away. Now she wanted to do it, she wanted to do what he wanted.

As Ferox touched her, Jenny turned to him, and wrapped her arms around him kissing him deeply. She was sure now what she wanted. Breaking away from him for a breath she grinned drunkenly.

She wanted him now. Kneeling down Jenny looked up at him almost like a dog looking up for praise. She wasn't that desperate, but she wanted to hear it from his lips again.

Ferox returned her kiss deeply, pressing her against him. "Glad I could clear that up for you," he mumbled as she went to her knees again. As she looked back up at him, he smiled, taking her chin in his hand again, but gently. "Remember, love, this is what you want," the vampire told her, feeling no little amount of irony.

Small stuff, he reminded himself. And this might be more interesting than he'd first thought, if she kept having these little crises. Especially once he allowed poor, frustrated Jeremy in on the fun.

Speaking of, Ferox glanced over at the man who was currently standing as if straining against a bond. Clearly, he wanted Jenny for himself, but was too afraid of the vampire to disobey him.

Jenny nodded as Ferox spoke, that it was what she wanted. There was a small voice in her head, that told her not to, but she ignored it. Jenny put her hands on Ferox's thighs and looked down at his extension. Licking her lips Jenny opened her mouth, but didn't move closer to him. After a second she did, but it felt wrong, like she shouldn't have done it.

She closed her eyes and tasted it, she'd never done it before, and it made her want to gag, and she moved away spitting. Since she hadn't done it before she wasn't expecting it. "Ferox...I won't do this..." She said shaking her head. "This isn't what I want to do." Standing up she wrapped her arms around Ferox's neck, though being smaller than him, it was kind of awkward. "I want something else." She said with a sly grin. Glancing at Jeremy she wondered what Ferox had planned.

Though he kept a smile on his face, internally Ferox was annoyed. If he wanted to crush her and turn her into the equivalent of a blowup doll, he could have tossed her misgivings aside. But what was the fun if she wasn't participating, at least in some way? He patted her hair as she stood, refusing yet again. "I understand," he told her, his grey eyes flashing cat-like in the low light, unreadable.

His lips stretched into another smile as he worked her bra off of her shoulders, let it fall to the floor and followed with her panties. It wasn't one of his boyish, charming smiles, but a sharp, icy one and on impulse, he let his influence drop so her thoughts and feelings were her own again and didn't touch his. "I want something else too, love," the vampire informed her lightly, shoving her hard so she fell onto the bed.

He straddled her, trapping her wrists in one hand and yanking them over her head. Mouth twisting into another unpleasant grin, he lowered his head to her breast, catching the nipple between his teeth and pulling it harshly while his fingers slid into her again. Ferox scraped his fangs over her flesh, just hard enough to draw blood, then drew back.

"I think I'll fuck you first," he decided, using his power to hold her trapped as his hands wrenched her legs apart. "Then I'll let our remarkably patient friend have his turn. Between the two of us, we should keep you busy for the night."

It felt as if a veil was lifted from her eyes. Jenny looked at Ferox, and she snarled as she realised what happened, that her lust for him was there, but it wasn't as much as she believed. She didn't want to do what he wanted, she was so easily manipulated.

As he pushed her onto the bed, she tried to get up, but he got on her faster before she could move. "Get off me!" She struggled against him, but it was like trying to break a steel chain. "You bastard!"

If only Angel was around like last time, he'd be able to save her. No he wasn't there, there wasn't anything he could do for her. She was on her own with a monster.

Jenny moaned as Ferox pulled roughly against her nipple, and his fingers entered her again. "No!" She struggled against his power as he wrenched her legs apart. "No...please...no..." She couldn't do anything to stop him, and they both knew it.

Ferox grinned. What had he been thinking, playing little games with her mind and such? It had worked well enough to get her here and naked without too much fuss, he supposed, but it was so satisfying when she struggled. He twisted his fingers inside of her, her struggles making excitement rise in his throat as it always did when he'd caught himself a pretty little toy to play with.

Behind them, ignored by the vampire, Jeremy's face fell into an expression between a sneer and a leer as he rubbed a hand over his crotch.

"Bastard, am I, love? Trying to hurt my feelings?" he ran his hand up her thigh as he spoke. "You and I can both feel it still, though. You'll hate yourself before this night is over," Ferox paused to hold her kicking feet down, "but you'll orgasm as well." She was well and truly helpless. She knew it. He knew it. Jeremy knew it.

So he took his time entering her, his power holding her hands above her head as his fingers dug viciously into her thighs and felt her muscles bunching and quivering. It'd been a while since he'd had himself a virgin. In this day and age, it was rare to find one as old as she was.

Jenny moaned as Ferox twisted his fingers inside her. She knew that she was helpless, that she was going to be raped by him and Jeremy. There was nothing she could do.

Jenny spat in Ferox's face as he spoke about calling him a bastard. Jenny already hated herself for falling for his tricks. The girl moaned again as Ferox entered her, this time without his fingers. "No..." Struggling was only a waste of energy, and she would just wait for her chance to escape.

She couldn't do anything as he dug into her thighs, and she moaned as her body tightened around Ferox.

Humans were fragile compared to vampires. Ferox couldn't let go on them the way he sometimes--often--wished to. But their heat and weakness and, of course, blood made up for it. She spat at him, and he blocked it, wiping it on the sheet next to her head. "Why so disgusted now, sweetie?" Ferox gripped her face between his hands as he pushed himself inside of her, felt her body give beneath his intrusion. "You were raring to go."

The vampire gave a short laugh, planted a hard kiss on her lips. He fully expected her to try to bite him. "And, admit it, you're enjoying it despite yourself. It's the biting bit, isn't it?" Ferox let his hand drift lower to lightly cup her breast, then squeezed abruptly. "Slow," he said, feeling her blood slick him as he pulled back, leisurely pushed forward again.

Girl fancied herself tough enough, clever enough to keep herself safe. If she was a regular human and all she had to worry about were other mortals, she might have been right. But she should have known better, what with living with a vampire and all.

Jenny groaned as Ferox moved into her. Her body wanted it, but her mind by all means didn't. "It's because I realised what you're capable of." She said with a sneer.

As the vampire kissed her, Jenny bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, and she spit the blood out. Jenny didn't want to admit it, but she did enjoy the biting. Shaking her head Jenny didn't say anything.

Jenny moaned as Ferox squeezed her breast. Moaning again as Ferox pushed into her again, Jenny couldn't think of what to say. The feeling of him in her was amazing, but didn't want to tell him.

"Bastard...I won't..." She said whispered, all the she could manage.

As he'd expected, she bit him, hard enough to have his lip spouting blood. Instead of the typical reaction one might have, Ferox grinned, flicking his tongue over the cut as he felt it heal within moments. Glancing down at the girl pinned beneath him, he noted that his blood had smeared her lips.

"Won't?" Ferox repeated, lowering his head so that his lips brushed against her vulnerable neck. "Will," he corrected, trailing his mouth down her throat, sucking and nibbling lightly. He thrust into her again, slightly harder this time, his pace increasing gradually, to make the pressure build and build until it was just about unbearable.

He wanted to take her right to the edge of pleasure and then pull her back. A game, in a sense, one where he'd hear her beg for release. And in the end, they'd both--all, he reminded himself--get what they wanted. "Just admit it, love," his head dipped as his mouth covered her nipple again and he pushed her leg up and out so he could stroke deeper into her.

"You want more."

Jenny didn't, actually couldn't, make an attempt to wipe his blood off her lips. Jenny's mind and body wanted two totally different things. Her mind told her no, but her body said yes. She groaned as he nibbled at her neck. Then he started to thrust harder, and harder.

The girl was helpless against Ferox. She screamed as she couldn't take anymore of it. "No..." She said as Ferox played with her nipple. "No..." Her breath was coming quickly, as if she couldn't get air fast enough.

Jenny struggled to keep her body under control, but of course that was futile, as her body tightened even more, and she felt like she was going to explode.

"No?" Ferox cocked his head to the side, his frantic pace halting abruptly. He could feel her trembling beneath him. "Stubbornness is a lovely trait. I've a bit myself. But you know..." he trailed off, contemplatively scraping his fangs over her collarbone and licking delicately at the beads of blood that welled up, "if you're so tired of me, perhaps I should take a break."

He smiled, her screams still ringing deliciously in his ears. "Our friend Jeremy's been awfully patient, wouldn't you say?" The vampire patted Jenny's cheek lightly, his stone-colored eyes glinting maliciously. "Maybe we should reward him for all his control."

OOC: Oh Rommy...I forgot to mention, Jenny's not a virgin...Buttons reminded me of that...

Jenny moaned as Ferox stopped abruptly. Her body relaxed slightly. Jenny's breath came in ragged as she did her best to gain control her body again. She couldn't help but let out another moan as he scraped his fangs over her collarbone drawing blood.

"Ferox..." She looked at him, and shook her head. "I'm not tired of you...please..." Jenny didn't want to face Jeremy, at least with Ferox she knew she couldn't get any STD's or accidentally get pregnant. Jeremy...God knew what he had, and she didn't feel like finding out.

"Ferox...I want more..." She said trying to come out with an excuse. "Please...I'm not tired..." She said breathing a little more heavily with the idea that Jeremy could be up next.

OOC: Oh. Eh, I was just going by her bio. I think that's where I read it anyway...

Ferox ran his hands from her fingertips down the length of her arms, letting go of her wrists with his powers as he did so. His aesthetic face fell into a slight frown as she spoke, as if he were turning her words over in his mind. "Not tired?" The dark-haired vampire caught her hand, nipping the soft skin at the inside of her wrist, but without drawing blood.

"That's not good enough, love." His smile flashed, cold and a bit wry, oddly enough, even as he pressed his lips to hers again, playfully. "I don't get the feeling that you're really in this, you know what I mean?"

He glanced over at Jeremy, who had been watching hungrily the entire time. Ferox decided he had to admire the control he had, for a human, though it was also partly fear he was sure. Humans were such an interesting stew of emotions. This one was anger and ego seasoned liberally with mean desire. "Maybe Jeremy can help us out there," Ferox finished at last, shaking out of his thoughts as he glanced at the girl.

OOC: Yeah...forgot to mention that when I discussed bringing Jenny back with Buttons... >__<

Jenny closed her eyes as Ferox nipped at her wrist. Then she looked at the vampire fearful. "No...I won't...not with him..." SHe glanced at Jeremy, and knew what it'd mean. She wa helpless against both of them, maybe Jeremy alone she'd have a chance, but with Ferox there, she knew that she wasn't going to make it out.

"No...Jeremy can't help us out." She said with a little more desperation to her voice. Jenny moved away from Ferox, sticking her back against the headboard. "I'll fucking kill you if you come close to me." She said glaring at Jeremy.