Amberelle just rolled her eyes and shook her head, chuckling at Alex. If you think you can handle it.. Giving him a wink she walked back to the bedroom and grabbed a bottle off of her vanity. Sitting on the edge of the bed she unwrapped her hair and had just started working some of the conditioner in when she felt a strange twinge of annoyance. It only took a moment to realize it came not from her but through the bond she shared with her pet. Pausing, she looked around slowly. No, she didn't see Louis.. what could be the problem? Another surge of it went through her and Amby heard a faint low howl coming from outside her rooms. Resisting the urge to smack herself on the forehead, she simply sighed softly.
Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around herself the blonde headed out to her hallway doors, opening one of the mahogany ones to let an angry Louis in. Meowing loudly and letting his mistress know in no uncertain terms how annoyed he had been to find himself unable to get in, for some time now, the black tomcat quickly entered the suite. Resecuring the door, Amberelle just laughed softly and went across the suite to make sure the garden entrance was locked as well, and draw the thick drapes. 'I didn't realize you were outside, sorry mon ami. I've been... distracted.' His huffy sniff and twitching tail had the vampire biting her lip to keep from laughing.
The pair walked into the bedroom, Louis immediately hopping up and heading to the pillows at the right side of the bed. Amby opened her mouth but quickly closed it. She'd put off annoying him further for just a moment longer. She folded back the covers and slid inbetween the cool silk sheets and pulled the comforter up. Wriggling out of the towel she tossed it at Alex as he opened the doors. While he hung it up she looked at Louis, who was sitting up watching the other vampire with his head tilted slightly, obviously curious.
You better be on your best behavior... And yes, she answered his question, you have to share your side of the bed. His green eyes blinked impassively watching the strange man while his tail swished slowly side to side, indicating his agitation. Amby just rolled her eyes at him before leaning over and rummaging under the far pillows. Removing a large hunting knife she tucked that inbetween the bed and boxsprings before reaching back. Next the Glock 9mm she kept there was removed and the safety set, then she did the same with the one normally under her own pillows. Those were set on her nightstand while Alex stood watching her, leaning against the doorway.
It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you... Amberelle looked up at him with a grin and felt that strange thud as her heart smacked against her ribs. Warm and tingly, a foreign feeling creeped through her as she looked over at him. Yes, the vampire thought to herself, she really could, and wanted to, get used to this. Her grin softened to a tender smile and she patted the mattress beside her.
Back to the Manor ((private - attn. Amberelle))
continued from After the Show.
Roger was obviously taking the scenic route back through Nachton to Heolfor Mannor. Alexander smiled as he glanced out the tinted windows of the limousine. He would have to slip something extra to Rupert for him to give to the Roger. The man had performed exemplarary service and had been discrete about Alexander and Amberelle interest in each other.
Alexander took Amberelle's hand in his, staring at the delicate long fingers and reflecting on the long evening and of Amberelle's not so subtle suggestions at the theatre. If anything he was more excited by the prospect of what she had in mind to do to him tonight, than dwelling on what had passed between them in the Vesper Garden. Alexander knew he shouldn't be thinking so basely, but being with her brought out all kinds of feelings and responses that he hadn't indulged himself in for a long time. And especially not with another of his kind.
He raise her hand to his lips and gently kissed it.
I won't say it, he thought to himself, but she knows it. The longing and passion in her eyes was all to real as Amberelle glanced at Alexander and smiled shyly.
Alexander returned the smile and said with a sly twist.
"I'll remember tonight for a while, I think. And hopefully I'll make the evening more memorable for you, cheri."
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Alex West
17 years ago
"Interesting toys. They say you can tell a lot about a woman by what she keeps under her pillow."
Alexander watched as Amberelle removed her 'toys' and placed them out of reach. To Alexander Louis looked more dangerous than the automatic pistol and oversized toothpicker that Amberelle had gotten rid of. Louis was certainly protective of his mistress, and gave Alexander that lazy, half interested look that cats are prone to give their prey before pouncing on them unawares.
Alexander shed his towel without a second thought and placed both of them neatly on a nearby chair. He took his time walking to the bed, debating how best to slip in beneath the sheets without disturbing the cat. He didn't trust Loius enough to pick him up and move him aside.
Louis solved the problem for Alexander by casually putting his tail up at Alexander and smooching Amberelle's face. Great, thought Alexander, he gives a cat's ass.
Alexander pulled back the sheets and slid inside the bed. Silk sheets. The lady likes to sleep in style, he thought, reflecting on his futon with plain cotton sheets and a hard cylinder pillow. Functional, but nothing like this. Alexander sat forward and plumped up a pillow. He watched Louis as he monopolised Amberelle's attention. The cat was purring contentedly as Amberelle cooed and spoke softly to her treasured four legged companion.
Alexander lay back down and sighed. What was that joke about a man wishing he was irresistable to woman and God turns him into a puppy? Or was that a kitten? Alexander placed his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Tonight had been most enjoyable. Invigorating, entertaining, and highly informative. He'd experienced more that he had expected to, and seen more than he had anticipated. But it was all worth it.
He stifled a yawn and turned his head to look at Amberelle as she continued to stroke Louis. So pretty. So perfect.
He smiled.
Alexander watched as Amberelle removed her 'toys' and placed them out of reach. To Alexander Louis looked more dangerous than the automatic pistol and oversized toothpicker that Amberelle had gotten rid of. Louis was certainly protective of his mistress, and gave Alexander that lazy, half interested look that cats are prone to give their prey before pouncing on them unawares.
Alexander shed his towel without a second thought and placed both of them neatly on a nearby chair. He took his time walking to the bed, debating how best to slip in beneath the sheets without disturbing the cat. He didn't trust Loius enough to pick him up and move him aside.
Louis solved the problem for Alexander by casually putting his tail up at Alexander and smooching Amberelle's face. Great, thought Alexander, he gives a cat's ass.
Alexander pulled back the sheets and slid inside the bed. Silk sheets. The lady likes to sleep in style, he thought, reflecting on his futon with plain cotton sheets and a hard cylinder pillow. Functional, but nothing like this. Alexander sat forward and plumped up a pillow. He watched Louis as he monopolised Amberelle's attention. The cat was purring contentedly as Amberelle cooed and spoke softly to her treasured four legged companion.
Alexander lay back down and sighed. What was that joke about a man wishing he was irresistable to woman and God turns him into a puppy? Or was that a kitten? Alexander placed his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Tonight had been most enjoyable. Invigorating, entertaining, and highly informative. He'd experienced more that he had expected to, and seen more than he had anticipated. But it was all worth it.
He stifled a yawn and turned his head to look at Amberelle as she continued to stroke Louis. So pretty. So perfect.
He smiled.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Trying to make her friend feel a little less annoyed, and herself less guilty for forgetting him, Amberelle lavished attention on the tomcat while Alex settled himself. Hearing a quiet yawn she glanced at the other vampire out of the corner of her eye and smiled slightly. Scooping Louis up into a tight squeeze of a hug she held on to him until he squirmed out of her grip with a squeeky meow. OK, you left... playtime's over petite, go settle down mmkay.
Louis proceed to tromp across Alex's abdomen and walked the edge of the bed to settle on the pillows above the vampire's head. Amby glanced up at him and shook her head slightly. Excuse him.. he's miffed at me for being locked out when I shut the doors earlier. He's really a sweetheart. Giving them both a wide smile, she addressed her two men. I expect both of you to get along, comprende vous? Mentally she added to Louis, 'And that means you mister!'
Scooting and twisting until she was on her side and facing Alexander, the blonde tugged the covers up over her shoulder and propped her head up on one hand to better see her companion. Meeting his eyes, she couldn't stop the smile that turned up the corners of her lips slightly. He looked incredibly sexy here in her bed, she thought. Then again he had looked sexy everywhere so far.
Amberelle leaned forward and kissed Alex gently, a light brush of her lips against his. Leaning just far enough away to see him, she softy inquired, I hope you're comfy?
Louis proceed to tromp across Alex's abdomen and walked the edge of the bed to settle on the pillows above the vampire's head. Amby glanced up at him and shook her head slightly. Excuse him.. he's miffed at me for being locked out when I shut the doors earlier. He's really a sweetheart. Giving them both a wide smile, she addressed her two men. I expect both of you to get along, comprende vous? Mentally she added to Louis, 'And that means you mister!'
Scooting and twisting until she was on her side and facing Alexander, the blonde tugged the covers up over her shoulder and propped her head up on one hand to better see her companion. Meeting his eyes, she couldn't stop the smile that turned up the corners of her lips slightly. He looked incredibly sexy here in her bed, she thought. Then again he had looked sexy everywhere so far.
Amberelle leaned forward and kissed Alex gently, a light brush of her lips against his. Leaning just far enough away to see him, she softy inquired, I hope you're comfy?
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander smiled slyly as he carefully turned onto his side to face Amberelle.
"Comfortable, well I'm not sure. Let's see."
He wriggled closer to Amberelle so that he was mere inches from her body and he was able to lean forward and kiss her, pulling gently on her bottom lip. Alexander slipped his left hand around Amberelle's waist and his right arm under her head.
"I think this qualified as rather comfortable, cheri."
Alexander laughed softly and playfully rubbed his nose against Amberelle's.
"Meow?"
"Comfortable, well I'm not sure. Let's see."
He wriggled closer to Amberelle so that he was mere inches from her body and he was able to lean forward and kiss her, pulling gently on her bottom lip. Alexander slipped his left hand around Amberelle's waist and his right arm under her head.
"I think this qualified as rather comfortable, cheri."
Alexander laughed softly and playfully rubbed his nose against Amberelle's.
"Meow?"
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Moving her arms to mirror Alex's, Amberelle giggled and quirked an eyebrow at him. Oh really? You should watch what you ask for.. She winked at him and grinned. Bumping his nose with hers softly, she made little growls and nipped at him several times on the lips and chin. Pulling away some before he could bite back, she rubbed her head on his hand and just stared, struck again with how lucky she was. That heavy feeling in her heart swelled again through her chest and she swallowed hard against it. Whatever the emotion was it filled her and she watched him with her heart in her eyes for several long seconds.
Her expression more serious now, the blonde tilted her head and kissed him. Leaning close she pressed her breasts to his chest, her grip tightening on his hip. Amberelle wanted to show Alexander what she wasn't sure yet how to say. So she kissed him with every ounce of passion, tenderness and... everything else, that she felt.
Her expression more serious now, the blonde tilted her head and kissed him. Leaning close she pressed her breasts to his chest, her grip tightening on his hip. Amberelle wanted to show Alexander what she wasn't sure yet how to say. So she kissed him with every ounce of passion, tenderness and... everything else, that she felt.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander wondered if Louis would be annoyed that his mistress was locking lips, and hips with him. And then Alexander wondered why he should be caring what a cat thought about him. That was somewhat unsettling. He pushed all thoughts of a little furry peeping tom to one side and concentrated on Amberelle.
And that wasn't so hard, given that she had pressed her lithe body up against his, her ample breasts crushing against his chest. Alexander felt her hand slide down his lower back and grip him firmly on the buttocks. She squashed any surprise he might have felt by kissing him with more intensity. Alexander responded in kind wrapping his arms tightly around Amberelle's waist.
He bit into his tongue, allowing the blood the flow free once again. Inviting her to sup from me, to taste him. Amberelle moaned softly and he felt her hands go rigid as the first drops of blood touched her tonuge. She began to alternately suck at his lips, and lick the small wound eagerly.
Alexander watched as the pupils of her amber eyes flickered into thin, feline slits. He shook his head and moved one hand behind her ear and started gently rubbing around the lobe. Amberelle growled softly, a confused expression on her face which soon became languid and relaxed. The feral side subsided and Alexander could hear her Amberelle purr.
Her hands relaxed, the nails biting into his buttocks withdrew and she gently ran her fingers down and over his thighs.
Alexander pulled his head back and smiled at Amberelle through reddened teeth.
And that wasn't so hard, given that she had pressed her lithe body up against his, her ample breasts crushing against his chest. Alexander felt her hand slide down his lower back and grip him firmly on the buttocks. She squashed any surprise he might have felt by kissing him with more intensity. Alexander responded in kind wrapping his arms tightly around Amberelle's waist.
He bit into his tongue, allowing the blood the flow free once again. Inviting her to sup from me, to taste him. Amberelle moaned softly and he felt her hands go rigid as the first drops of blood touched her tonuge. She began to alternately suck at his lips, and lick the small wound eagerly.
Alexander watched as the pupils of her amber eyes flickered into thin, feline slits. He shook his head and moved one hand behind her ear and started gently rubbing around the lobe. Amberelle growled softly, a confused expression on her face which soon became languid and relaxed. The feral side subsided and Alexander could hear her Amberelle purr.
Her hands relaxed, the nails biting into his buttocks withdrew and she gently ran her fingers down and over his thighs.
Alexander pulled his head back and smiled at Amberelle through reddened teeth.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Giving him a lazy smile in return, Amberelle didn't wonder long exactly how Alex had managed to calm her down so easily. Yet another interesting bit of knowledge her cheri knew, she decided. mmm.. That's a handy little trick. She ran her hands slowly up and down his back, her nails lightly grazing over his skin as she caressed him. Her expression never changed from a relaxed, languid look but the vampire was studying Alex. That delicious, teasing taste of his vitae had awoken her hunger and she wrestled with what to do about it.
A sly smile curled the corner of her lips up and her hands slid around to press against his chest gently before she leaned up and quickly pinned Alexander on his back. The upper half of her body lay across his and her hands slid up to his shoulders and around the sides of his face to bury in his hair. Sliding one leg up over his thighs she held him down, gently but firmly. Giving him a throaty laugh at the suprised expression on his face, she leaned up over him to look into his eyes and let her golden locks spill around the two of them like a curtain. His embrace tightened, one hand pressing against the small of her back while the other slid down and cupped her ass.
Inching forward until she could feel his warm breath gently across her lips and her nose hovered above his, her amber eyes locked with his icy blue ones. Amby let her breathing slow to match his again and just focused on what she felt. The silkyness of his still damp hair around her fingers. The slightly rough texture of his hands as they squeezed and rubbed on her back. A sweet ache as her sensitive breasts crushed into his chest under her weight. The warm heat coiling in her as it tightened with longing. Her focus seemed to only make her more sensitive, more aware, until finally she found her mouth dry and it became hard to resist the rising hunger for both his blood and his flesh.
With a sound that was part moan, part growl Amberelle flipped her hair back and buried her face in Alex's shoulder, licking softly at the skin over where she could feel his pulse so strongly. Drawing her fangs over it slowly she wasn't sure if she teased him or herself more as it made them both gasp.
Dear God Alex.. Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she battled the urge to devour all of him. You.. make me.. hunger... Raising her lips to his Amberelle kissed him deeply, agressively. Pulling away with a shudder, Amby tightened her grip on his head. Meeting his eyes once more, she knew he could see there was no beast there, only her own honey colored eyes dark with desire. I need you, baby.. please.. Her voice was filled with her lust as she spoke softly, searching his face for a trace of his desires.
A sly smile curled the corner of her lips up and her hands slid around to press against his chest gently before she leaned up and quickly pinned Alexander on his back. The upper half of her body lay across his and her hands slid up to his shoulders and around the sides of his face to bury in his hair. Sliding one leg up over his thighs she held him down, gently but firmly. Giving him a throaty laugh at the suprised expression on his face, she leaned up over him to look into his eyes and let her golden locks spill around the two of them like a curtain. His embrace tightened, one hand pressing against the small of her back while the other slid down and cupped her ass.
Inching forward until she could feel his warm breath gently across her lips and her nose hovered above his, her amber eyes locked with his icy blue ones. Amby let her breathing slow to match his again and just focused on what she felt. The silkyness of his still damp hair around her fingers. The slightly rough texture of his hands as they squeezed and rubbed on her back. A sweet ache as her sensitive breasts crushed into his chest under her weight. The warm heat coiling in her as it tightened with longing. Her focus seemed to only make her more sensitive, more aware, until finally she found her mouth dry and it became hard to resist the rising hunger for both his blood and his flesh.
With a sound that was part moan, part growl Amberelle flipped her hair back and buried her face in Alex's shoulder, licking softly at the skin over where she could feel his pulse so strongly. Drawing her fangs over it slowly she wasn't sure if she teased him or herself more as it made them both gasp.
Dear God Alex.. Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she battled the urge to devour all of him. You.. make me.. hunger... Raising her lips to his Amberelle kissed him deeply, agressively. Pulling away with a shudder, Amby tightened her grip on his head. Meeting his eyes once more, she knew he could see there was no beast there, only her own honey colored eyes dark with desire. I need you, baby.. please.. Her voice was filled with her lust as she spoke softly, searching his face for a trace of his desires.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander stared up at Amberelle, his breathing shallow and his heart racing. Part of him had already responded to Amberelle's needs, and her rubbing against him was only making that response stronger and harder. He reached up for Amberelle's face, and she greedily sucked on his fingers. Alexander smiled and placed both hands on her hips. He moved his hands slowly upwards until he was beneath those magnificent peaks of hers.
He pulled her down and gently began licking at the taut nipples, circling around it and plucking them ever so slowly. Amberelle shivered as Alexander continued to explore her breasts with his tongue and his fangs, gently scraping over the soft, silken skin. He plunged his fangs into her right breast and began gourging on her vitae. Amberelle gasped and moaned as she grasped the headboard.
Alexander was intoxicated, and elated. He retracted his fangs and licked the small wound clean. He grabbed Amberelle's behind and pulled her down so she was sitting atop him, and he could once again see her face.
"I lov..." Alexander's words died on his lips and his eyes widened. Amberelle looked at him with some concern. Instead of looking flushed from her blood, Alexander was decidedly pale.
Alexander pushed Amberelle to one side without explanation and stared at his hands. The whiteness was spreading, and Alexander knew what that signalled. His fingers moved more slowly and his limbs felt like lead weights. Alexander struggled to lie himself straight down on the bed. He felt cold, like all the life had been sucked out of him. Just like it did when he died the first time.
He managed to turn his head to Amberelle and spoke with some difficulty.
"Don't cry, cheri. This happens to me with every dawn. I return..."
A shudder went through Alexander's body as Amberelle leaned over and stroked his hair, tears falling from her eyes. He couldn't even feel them as they struck his face and she brushed them away.
"I'll be with you at dusk. I'm sorr..."
The last word was like a death rattle that died stillborn on Alexander's lips. His pale blue eyes glazed over and stared unseeing at Amberelle. His body was as pale and inflexible as marble. One hand was still partially raised, it's fingers locked in place like stone.
He dimmly heard Amberelle's voice as the darkness claimed him. But he couldn't make out the words.
He pulled her down and gently began licking at the taut nipples, circling around it and plucking them ever so slowly. Amberelle shivered as Alexander continued to explore her breasts with his tongue and his fangs, gently scraping over the soft, silken skin. He plunged his fangs into her right breast and began gourging on her vitae. Amberelle gasped and moaned as she grasped the headboard.
Alexander was intoxicated, and elated. He retracted his fangs and licked the small wound clean. He grabbed Amberelle's behind and pulled her down so she was sitting atop him, and he could once again see her face.
"I lov..." Alexander's words died on his lips and his eyes widened. Amberelle looked at him with some concern. Instead of looking flushed from her blood, Alexander was decidedly pale.
Alexander pushed Amberelle to one side without explanation and stared at his hands. The whiteness was spreading, and Alexander knew what that signalled. His fingers moved more slowly and his limbs felt like lead weights. Alexander struggled to lie himself straight down on the bed. He felt cold, like all the life had been sucked out of him. Just like it did when he died the first time.
He managed to turn his head to Amberelle and spoke with some difficulty.
"Don't cry, cheri. This happens to me with every dawn. I return..."
A shudder went through Alexander's body as Amberelle leaned over and stroked his hair, tears falling from her eyes. He couldn't even feel them as they struck his face and she brushed them away.
"I'll be with you at dusk. I'm sorr..."
The last word was like a death rattle that died stillborn on Alexander's lips. His pale blue eyes glazed over and stared unseeing at Amberelle. His body was as pale and inflexible as marble. One hand was still partially raised, it's fingers locked in place like stone.
He dimmly heard Amberelle's voice as the darkness claimed him. But he couldn't make out the words.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Amberelle couldn't stop shaking. Kneeling on the bed beside Alex, she just wrapped her arms around herself and tried to keep from getting completely hysterical. The tears sliding down her cheeks had slowed to a trickle as she simply stared at the still form next to her. She'd tried to wake Alexander for several minutes, even yelling as she pounded on his chest. But to no avail. No breathing, no discernable heartbeat, no movement, no color. He looked dead, and that was almost more than she could handle. Trying to tell herself he couldn't be dead, well not really dead wasn't helping. After all, he was still whole and she'd killed enough kindred to know exactly what the ash process looked like. Thoughts like that didn;t help she quickly surmised.
He'd said something right before his eyes closed but for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was. If only she hadn't been so startled by the strange palor that crept over him. Or the rather abrupt way he'd tossed her aside. Sniffling some, her hand reached out to touch his cheek. So pale, so cold. Fresh tears spilled and she bit her lip so hard she drew blood but never even noticed.
Angry at herself now, the Creole took several deep breaths. Wiping roughly at her cheeks Amby thought hard, attempting to figure out just what she had done wrong. Or what he had done. Or what someone, something, somewhere had done. He'd said I return.. but to where? To what?
Her thoughts were swirling through her head and driving her mad. Moaning she pressed her fists to her temples and tried to will them away. Crawling over to him she slid close. It wasn't exactly rational thinking but she pulled the covers up over them, trying to get him warm with her own bodyheat. Pressing herself against his right side and wrapping her arm over his chest the blonde curled herself up around him, laying her head against his and looking down at him.
Having finally found him, there was no way she wanted to lose Alex now. Pressing a soft kiss to his temple she stroked his chest gently where scant minutes before her fist had pounded with all her might. Telling herself she would be patient, and keep an eye on him she forced herself to calm down. He might need her, so she would be ready.
Amberelle didn't know how long she was like that, it didn't matter. Looking across the room she could see the soft glow that edged the bookcases. The sun had risen high and a long day stretched out ahead of her. Somehow she doubted she'd get any sleep, she was hungry, scared and felt very alone.
((OOC - both out, with permission... lock up pls!))
He'd said something right before his eyes closed but for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was. If only she hadn't been so startled by the strange palor that crept over him. Or the rather abrupt way he'd tossed her aside. Sniffling some, her hand reached out to touch his cheek. So pale, so cold. Fresh tears spilled and she bit her lip so hard she drew blood but never even noticed.
Angry at herself now, the Creole took several deep breaths. Wiping roughly at her cheeks Amby thought hard, attempting to figure out just what she had done wrong. Or what he had done. Or what someone, something, somewhere had done. He'd said I return.. but to where? To what?
Her thoughts were swirling through her head and driving her mad. Moaning she pressed her fists to her temples and tried to will them away. Crawling over to him she slid close. It wasn't exactly rational thinking but she pulled the covers up over them, trying to get him warm with her own bodyheat. Pressing herself against his right side and wrapping her arm over his chest the blonde curled herself up around him, laying her head against his and looking down at him.
Having finally found him, there was no way she wanted to lose Alex now. Pressing a soft kiss to his temple she stroked his chest gently where scant minutes before her fist had pounded with all her might. Telling herself she would be patient, and keep an eye on him she forced herself to calm down. He might need her, so she would be ready.
Amberelle didn't know how long she was like that, it didn't matter. Looking across the room she could see the soft glow that edged the bookcases. The sun had risen high and a long day stretched out ahead of her. Somehow she doubted she'd get any sleep, she was hungry, scared and felt very alone.
((OOC - both out, with permission... lock up pls!))