By all accounts, Nyx was dressed up today, not in the sense that she was wearing clothes of a more sophisticated manner, but simply that she was wearing more than she usually did. Her top was a lace peasant top, black, that was hidden under her vinyl peacoat, the belt tied tight, showing her slim figure. Her pants were red, and changed from a cherry tone to a crimson shade depending on the lighting. Her shoes were all the rage nowadays. Long toe, longer than toes are supposed to be, but very stylish. These clothes did not suit the part of town she was walking through.

The roads were grubbier, and there was grafitti on the closed down shops with broken windows and boarded doors. This didn't seem to deter the Tarepha leader as she continued on, oblivious to the looks that some of the people sleeping on the streets were giving her. They looked at her like she was something to eat, but Nyx wasn't too worried about them. With a single movement she could bend them in half. That's probably why she didn't spare them a glance and just continued walking.

The Tavern she came to reminded her far too much of medieval taverns. It was a brick building, with only a small swinging sign proclaiming the name. The windows looked grubby, and it was obvious the kind of clientelle this place would serve. The people inside probably weren't too cautious about giving alcohol to sixteen year old girls, or girls without ID that looked sixteen. There was a small bell as she opened the door. Three men and the bartender turned to look at her. They stared, and Nyx found it very rude. She scowled at them, and they laughed. The leader could feel the anger bubbling up inside her.

Sitting on a barstool furthest away from the men, she waited for the bartender. He stood in front of her, wiping a dirty glass with a cloth that was even filthier. "What can I get for ya, sweetheart?" he asked, his pig-like tongue slirring the words. Her green eyes looked at him with distaste.

"Give me an Absolut Sex," she said, glaring at his grin as she gave the name.

"Sorry sweetheart. We only give straight drinks here. None o' that fancy stuff."

"Then give me a fucking scotch," growled Nyx, annoyed at the man. She should have stayed at the club, but she'd wanted to go out. The man chuckled and set her drink in front of her. Swirling for a moment, Nyx downed it in one, remarking that it was nowhere near as good as the stuff they stocked at her club.

One of the men moved over. He looked at her, and when she returned his glance, he looked away. He looked to be about thirty, with slicked back hair under a green bowler cap, and an old brow leather jacket. "Nice nigh' we're having, eh toots?"

"I suppose it's a matter of opinion," grumbled Nyx. She really was not in the mood for this. She started fishing money out of her purse for the simple reason that she didn't feel like killing someone for a shitty drink. She placed it on the table.

The man next to her said, "You're not leaving are you? We still have to get to know each other..." His hand slipped up her leg, resting too close on her thigh for comfort. "I like 'em your age."

Nyx smiled at him. "Remove your fucking hand from me this instant, or I'll kill you."

"I like 'em fiesty!" he grinned, revealing more golden teeth than any one person should have. He made grab for her. Nyx picked up her cup and jammed it around the guy's eye with enough strength that it went into his skull. Blood started to pool in the glass, and then the screaming from the man started. The other two jumped up in surprise.

"Aw, honey. I thought you loved me," said Nyx. "Here give me a kiss." She wrapped him in what appeared to be a passionate embrace, but pulled back with his tongue in her mouth, completely severed from his mouth. "Do you know what I do to men like you, huh?" She asked. She stuffed his tongue in his mouth. "This." Grasping his groin, she pulled as hard as she could until the flesh ripped and blood spurted everywhere. She then stuffed this too in his mouth, muffling his sounds.

Feeling immensely more pleased, she turned to the other men who were now staring at her with blind fear. Nyx raised an eyebrow. "Does the peanut gallery have a pertinent comment?"

Mitchifer looked up from his table. He was a regular her finding the stupid crowd far less strange then the women wearing too tight of clothing. He noticed Nyx and almost fell to the ground in shock as he didn't expect to see her of all people in a place like this. He snickered slightly as she killed the man and rolled his eyes at her comment.

He was dressed in his normal white jacket and had his hair pulled back in the normal fashion for him. He was wearing jeans for the first time though he would take his normal pants over these jeans any day. His shirt was green and had some writing on them which was far to faded to read. Yes he seemed to fit into this place very well besides the fact that he was clean.

He never got a drink in this place claiming that cyanide would taste better then the shit they served here but he did pay for what he didn't drink so they never messed with him. He stood up from his hair in the corner and walked closer to the event. "Then remind me never to have you like me. It looks painful." He laughed slightly as he got a few stares at the fact he was talking to this girl who had just killed a man and the fact he was joking around with her. "Now your not going to make any friends if you kill them all."

This was all around shocking. I mean she was wearing clothing! How strange. Your normal outfit would have gotten this men half off just from looking. Atleast she had decent sense...well then again who the hell would rape her? I mean it would take her like....less then a second to kill anyone in this bar...heck everyone in this bar at the same time.

The rush of the kill was beginning to set in with Nyx. It made her feel giddy to know that she had the power over these beings. No matter how many times she murdered them, nor in how many different ways, it was always a new experience and it always left her drunk on the adrenaline of it. It made her want to laugh, dance and let the sky rain blood. Besides this, it also had an arousing feel to the whole thing, and anyone who watched her kill knew this. It was a hard thing not to notice.

Her eyebrows raised silently when she saw Mitchifer come out of the shadows. She certainly hadn't been expecting him, or any other member of her coven here. He stalked forward, and when she heard what he said, she laughed, her voice echoing through the room. She nodded at him. "Oh, it is, but once you get through the pain, there's just wave after wave of pleasure." Her tone was nowhere near as seductive as it could get, and yet the innuendo was there, clear as day. To miss it would mean that you'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb.

Walking over to him, Nyx said, "I didn't want them as friends anyways." She turned her head to face them. "They're mean, and rude, and really ugly." Turning back to him, a slow smile crept up on her face. He may not have been her favourite member, but he wasn't her least favourite either. "What do you say? Wanna kill them with me? It'll be fun. With me, killing is always fun." She saw the bartender reach under the counter for someone, and pushed Mitchifer out of the way as a bullet shot past them. It wouldn't have kill them, but it would have hurt like hell.

In movements too fast for the mortals of the room to see, she stood up, jumped onto the wall, onto the ceiling and threw the man's gun away from him, shattering it on the wall. The bartender gave a gasp, and Nyx couldn't help but grin. Seeing someone standing upside down on the cieling was not something one saw everyday. Quenching this grin, she pouted down at him. "That wasn't very nice. You could have hurt me."

The bartender tried to be courageous. She had to give him points for that. "You're nothin' but a goddamned whore!"

Any amusement or playfulness that Nyx had vanished when he uttered that phrase. "Excuse me?" Her voice was cold, and dark. The man tried to keep courageous, but faltered a little as Nyx dropped from the ceiling, turned and landed on her feet. She stalked closer, like a lion. Grasping the man's shirt, she hoisted him onto the counter, his back against the surface. "Let's get one thing straight, shall we? I. Am. Not. A. WHORE!" With every word she pounded him with all her strenght on the surface. On the last blow, the back of his head collapsed, sending blood and brains everywhere.

Nyx looked vacantly at the room. Her hands dug into her palms, crimson blood flowing onto the floor. "I'm not a whore."

"Yeah I geuss your right about not having them as friends I mean you have to have standards right. These guys make bad friends. I mean I've been coming here for weeks now and they don't even know my name. Then you come in here and they are all begging to know yours. I geuss it's because your an attractive girl and I'm...well a guy." He shrugged. "I would never have geussed that you would be in here of all places. I thought you prefered to make young men fall all over you not old drunks. And your actually wearing clothing...major shock there."

"Now I'm sure your....um what would call them...toys? Yes well I'm sure your toys get alot of pleasure from being with you not sure whether it's worth the pain though. I couldn't really say. And who knows maybe one day within a few hundred years I'll be able to tell you if the pleasure of being with you is worth the pain."

"I think you enjoy this enough for the both of us." He shivered slightly as she pounded into the bartender. "You know you can be very scary sometimes." He galnced around the room at the horror struck people. Most of them to scared to move. He sat down calmly watching the scene with a grin on his face. Then as someone ran towards the door he decided he could get involved somewhat.

He tripped the man who had run passed him. Walking over to the man he dragged him to a wall. He held the drunks hands together so he couldn't even try to fight back as he snapped one of his fingers off. The he placed the bloody end of the broken finger to the wall and he began to write. Whenever he needed more blood he simply snapped another finger off. When he was finished he had drawn a small outline of a man on the wall. The outlines arms were spread wide and the legs spread apart aswell much like the diagrams of human bodies in his time. He lined of the living man who was now kicking and screaming on the wall and peeled the skin from his snapped off fingers. Then using the fingers like spikes he nailed the man to the wall with his own bones. "There we go. One hundred percent natural." He went easy on the man and tied a peice of his shirt around the drunks mouth so he couldn't scream the alternative to this would have been nailing his lips closed with the man's fingers.

Nyx sent Mitchifer an annoyed look. "So I needed a change. So what? I used to live in shitholes like this during my time as a mortal. And yes, I am attractive, thanks for tell me." She grinned, and simply shrugged when he said he next phrase. "I may be a skank, but I do own clothes you know, if only for the sole purpose of taking them off. They last so much longer than just lingerie."

She was seething as she pulled her nails out of the flesh of her palms, the wounds healing almost immediately. It was fuckers like him that made her want to kill all the shitty humans in the world. They didn't deserve to live, dammit. She looked at Mitchifer. "I do enjoy this. It's great for letting out all that bitching you just have cooped up inside you." She ran her hands down her body, smirking at him. "Yes, I am scary. Isn't it exciting?"

She watched as he killed the men, fascination, pride and arousal boiling up inside her. Yes, he was exactly the kind she wanted in her coven. Her heels cliking on the hard floor, they left bloody footprints behind her, but she didn't care. It made it all the more perfect. Walking around Mitchifer, she pushed him back so that he was laying on a table looking up at her. Bringing one leg up, she straddled him, glaring down at him with curiosity and lust in her eyes. "Who says we have to wait a few hundred years? Aren't you tired of waiting Mitchifer? Don't you just want to take it?" Placing a hand on either cheek, she leaned down and kissed him, her tongue slipping inside his mouth.

Mitchifer's eyes got wide in shock. Being shoved down at first had pissed him off but then getting straddled? Now that was just strange to him. He wasn't sure whether to shove her off or return the kiss that she gave him. In less then a second though he had decided. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to return the kiss that he was recieving. He pulled his head away slightly his head filled with confused thoughts of anger and lust. "Your right. Screw waiting hundreds of years. I think I've waiting plenty long enough." He stopped talking and kissed her again.

Yeah and he though that running into her at a bar would be strange. This wasn't where he had planned on being at this time. He was going to go home and watch a movie and now he was laying underneath Nyx. Needless to say he was rather surprised.

He ran his hands up and down her back as he kissed her more only breaking for seconds in between the short passonate kisses. His anger had all changed into lust now. He wanted more. The killing had just made him want more as the rich smell of blood now filled the air. The fact that she was evil in so many ways only made him want her more then others.(That has got to be one of the worst post I have made in my entire life. Lol.)

Who knew that a man that hadn't ever been laid could have such a great kiss? Alright, so it wasn't perfect, but it was better than she could have expected given the circumstances. He pulled away, and she knew she had him when she heard what he said. "Of course you've waited long enough. That's why I'm here." She ran her hands over his chest, her nails lightly scratching through his jacket. Kissing him again, Nyx poured all the sensuality she had into it, and that was a lot. This kiss had made both mortals and immortals become putty in her hands long before now.

Pulling away from the kiss, she undid her coat and slipped it off, revealing only her peasant top. Then came off the top, revealing only her lacy red bra. Taking Mitchifer's hand, she placed it on one of her breasts. In a moment where she didn't want to be dominant, she said, "Do what you want with me." She moved his hand up to her lips where she kissed his palm before licking one of his fingers.

Why did she do this? It was simple enough. Imagine all the lust pent up inside this one. God, it had to be boiling. She wanted to see just how crazy he could get when consumed by its power. It was sure to be an interesting ride.

He took his coat off and then his shirt letting it lay on his coat. He hardly ever cared about looks but he was proud to have a decent looking body but living in a time of activity and hunting had left him a good body with his young death. He kissed her cheek then moved to her neck before beginning to kiss just above her bra. He wrapped his arms around her undoing her bra the taking it completly off her. (Trying not to over do it.) He continued to kiss the same spot as he lifted her further onto him. His mind blank with thoughts on what to do so instinct was beginning to take over or what instinct he had left.

Her words ran through his head. He could already tell he was becoming a slave to his lust. On most nights saying no to her would have been easy but with the blood in the air his senses were distorted and he was having a hard time thinking rationally. Her form seemed so frail and yet he knew the power that it held. Perhaps that was on thing that was so attractive about her. That or maybe the blood was going to his head...or away from it. Needless to say he wanted her desperatly right this second but he wasn't sure if he should. The last bit of logic he has was telling him to be careful and not become a slave to this.

He ignored it at first pulling her closer to him. His hands now rested on her pants rather then her back. He ran his hands over her legs more resting them on the inside of her thighs. (Still trying not to go to far with this lol.)

He certainly was a looker. Who could have known under those clothes. She ran her hands over his muscles, stopping close to the edge of his pants. He kissed her on her chest, and she threw her head back, moaning softly. Taking his head in her hands, she held him there for a moment, placing soft kisses in his hair. He was better than Nyx thought he'd be. All the lust inside him made him simply irresistable to her. She had a thing about letting out the sleeping beast inside men, then seducing that beast, and claiming it.

Mitchifer's hand stopped on the inside of her thigh, and Nyx almost grinned with excitement. Taking one hand off his head, she held his hand in hers and made him stroke her thigh, causing her to be even more aroused. Giving him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, she stood up, looming over him like a mighty goddess. Her shoes were kicked off, and in a moment, her pants were on the floor as well, revealing her in all her naked glory. With a sly smile, she leaned down and gave him a kiss she was sure he'd never forget, before sliding off of him.

There was a trumendous amount of blood on the floor. Capturing Mitchifer's eyes with her own, startling green ones, she backed into it, the cold liquid sloshing under her feet. She lowered herself into it, leaning back on her arms. Bringing one hand to her mouth, she licked the blood off, smiling devilishly.

He nearly dropped his jaw in shock and had to work hard in order to contain himself from jumping out of his pants, literally. He stood up himself. Taking off his pants but leaving on the boxers which he had found far more comfortable then thoughs damned other kind ment for men. He got down and kissed her breast before lowering himself slightly kissing her stomach. Then he slid one of his hands farther up her leg resting it between her legs only for a second before he began to rub her. While he rubbed her he continued to kiss her lower stomach in a taunting way. Sure he had never had sex before but he had sure read women's minds in the past. He placed his left hand on her left breast while using his right between her legs trying to see how much pleasure he could give her this way.

"Are you enjoying yourself mistress?" He smiled before going back to kissing her stomach more all over while still rubbing. Sure he didn't know what the hell he was doing but maybe he would get lucky and do something right.

Nyx saw his shock, and it made her smirk. He obviously hadn't been expecting that, and it made it all the more thrilling. He advanced on her, and she could feel herself growing excited, the way she always did when a man was coming towards her. Closing her eyes as he kissed her in one of her favourite spots, they snapped open as she felt him touch her. His kisses only added to the fact. Was this man really a virgin, because he knew exactly what to do. Even she could smell her arousal.

"Mmm, yes," she answered, running a bloody hand over her stomach, leaving blood in its wake. Her hair too, was now coated in cold blood, but it only added further pleasure to the situation. Sitting up, she kissed him, her bloody hair making both of their faces red. Her hands went to his back, and they were almost both completely covered in the red substance. One nail moved to his cheek, and gave him a small cut, before licking it clean.

Resting her head on his shoulder, racked with pleasure, she whispered, "You don't have to please me. Take what you've been denied all these years, Mitchifer. I know you want to. I can feel it running through your veins." She ran one finger across his neck, before giving him a lingering kiss. "Take me if you wish."

In truth he had simply been delaying it. The cut on his face healed up quickly as he kissed her chest on last time before taking off the last bit of his clothing. He looked away was he really about to do this...with someone he barely knew? Yes he was about to do this. He smiled slightly before lowering himself onto her slowly. He kissed her neck many times as he tried his hardest to seem like he had the faintest idea of what he was doing and sure he had some bit of a clue but that wasn't much.

He slowly slid himself into her. Yes this was what mortals were always thinking about he was sure of that now. He shifted a little before pulling out almost all the way and then going back in. He kissed her neck more repeating the process again. So this is what he had missed out as a mortal? Well then it had been worth the wait though he did wish he hadn't waited so long. No wonder Nyx wore such clothing. Men were attracted to it and an attracted man is less likely to fun away when a girl bites them, no matter how painful the bite is, aslong as they have a chance at getting pleasure...though he still couldn't understand it completly. Sure this felt nice but he had known people who would die for this...

As he pushed into her, Nyx let out a small gasp. There was a small moan from her when he was completely in her. He was going so slow, it was almost torture for her, but torture that felt really, really fucking good. Her legs wrapped around him, and she moved with him, tangling her fingers in his hair. Her breath was coming in small gasps that came and went with their movement. The blood under the was rippling because of their movements, and Nyx looked at it, falling deeper into the lust that consumed her.

Oh God, she really should have bedded this one before now, though it probably wouldn't have been the same without the blood. It made everything perfect. She moaned loudly, clinging to Mitchifer's hair. "Faster..." she whispered groggily, lost in the movement. "Go faster... Please." Rarely was it that she said please to a lover, but she wouldn't be able to take much more of this without flipping him over and ravaging him, and that's not what Nyx wanted. She wanted him to ravage her, to see what was just below his skin. It sounded so fucking appealing.

He smiled. It was clear to see that she was enjoying this but she said she wanted it faster and faster he could do. He put his arms on the blood on the ground trying to brace himself as he sped up quickly going faster and faster not to mention harder into her. He panted slightly as he pushed into her fast and hard trying not to slip in the blood which his hands were in. As waves of pleasure began to go over him nearly knocking his concentration of in surprise.

Now he knew why people would die for this. This was heaven. The blood around him and the thick scent of blood in the air only added to his pleasure as he pushed into her. The scent of her driving him on and the scent of the blood making him want more. He was so lost in lust that he completly forgot the hunger for blood which he had early. Now all he wanted was her. Surly it couldn't get any better then this. He began to breath through gritted teeth as he went on driven mad by her moans of pleasure.

He pushed harder inside of her, and for a tenth of a second, there was pain before pleasure spread through her. As quickly as it came, it was gone, before he pushed into again, repeating the proccess over and over until it was just one nerve tingling pleasure. Pain and sex went together. She couldn't see how people didn't know this. Pain just enhanced the pleasure. Moving one hand to his back, she kissed Mitchifer, long and deep, acting like she wanted to swallow him. She couldn't stop the short gasps of air and the long moans that escaped her. For a first timer, this guy was good, and she wanted more of him, all of him. He was hers now.

By now their scents, as well of the smell of blood and decomposing corpses, were intermingled, created a scent that just drove Nyx wild. Both her hands flew to his back, and as a giant wave of pleasure hit her, she broke the kiss and yelled out, her nails leaving long gashes in Mitchifer's back. Her legs were around him almost painfully tight. Fighting back another scream, she bit into his collarbone, drinking his blood. It was an aphrodisiac to her. Pulling away slightly, she started to lick it, lapping up the blood. Taking his head, she moved it to her neck, inviting him to do what she had just done.

The bite made a slight burst of pain but it was followed by intense pleasure. He could feel her licking his blood and it made him lust for her even more. While still going hard into her he bit her neck a little and drank the blood that leaked out. Oh god it was amazing so much better then that young vampires blood which he had tasted awhile ago. No this blood tasted millions of times better. He quickly became addicted and licked more of the blood from her neck. His head swimming in pain and pleasure. The grip she had on him felt like she was hanging on for dear life and he loved it.

He continued to go hard into her making sure he was completly in her before pulling out almost all the way and repeating the process quickly. God this was sure heaven. Every part of his body was drunk with pleasure and lust as he moved in her faster. He never wanted this to end. He was addicted to her and he gladly accepted this fact as he continued on. Her yells and moans only drove him onward always trying to surpase his last move trying to give her even more pleasure, like he was going against himself in this never accepting his last as his best as he moved to surpase it. His entire being being ingulfed in this pleasurable, lustful, and painful event.

She could smell his lust for her, and it caused her to smirk to herself. Yes, she'd had plenty of men longing for her in her life, but never one like this. So rare was it that a vampire of his age was a virgin, and she'd never smelled lust quite like his. He had to have some kind of psychic ability, because he was sure as hell better than some of the man whores she'd been with over the centuries. His vampiric strength made his pounding hurt all the more, and she wanted it. She wanted to be hurt. That was probably the reason she held him to her, her breasts pressing against his firm chest, as he drank her blood. It felt so fucking good. This was what blood sharing was supposed to be like. In an action completely out of the ordinary for her, she nuzzled his shoulder, giving him soft kisses.

The fact that he was trying to be better and better didn't escape her. As the recipient of these efforts, she had to say that Mitchifer was certainly outdoing himself for his first time. Her pleasure was like a spring inside her, winding up before taking off. It caused a tight feeling inside of her, and went it let go, it rippled her with pleasure, leaving her to scream out his name like she'd almost never screamed out anyone's name. Her arms hugged him close, wanting all their naked skin touching.

He pressed against her wrapping his arms around her as he shoved in harder. Her shouts taunting him to do better and make her shout more. He felt so turned on when she yelled his name. The kisses on his neck felt great pushing him harder as he couldn't help but wonder how long he could go but he had a feeling it could be a long while if he wanted to take a long time. He ran his fangs against her skin. Not breaking the skin but taunting it with a gentle pain as he ran the tips right over her skin putting almost enough preasure to go through but not enough. Oh god this was amazing. It felt like an eternity of pleasure more then he had ever gotten in his entire existance of life. The wait had only made it better. He had heard so much about it in his life but never could he have geussed it was this good.

He wished time would stop and the pleasure would stay forever. All negative thoughts he had ever had about her seemed to vanish and be explained. He could only think about the event right now. His entire mind no longer focusing on not getting trapped in this web of sex but now focused on giving her the most pleasure that he could. He wanted to hear her scream out in pleasure more. That desire drove him on to go harder and faster trying to get her to feel everything and to get everything she wanted from him.