The phrasing was somewhat odd, but Alexander picked up on the verbal cue. Celeste was resilient. That would make the sparring an interesting proposition and would allow them to fight without restraint. Celeste's martial and weapon training would likely be impressive. And she was familiar with Kutta Varisai. Not many were. Alexander's respect for Celeste went up a notch. It was another prospect that made Alexander more interested than cautious. She could certainly teach him a thing or two, and perhaps he could strike an accord with her about formally teaching him some new skills. Alexander relished that thought. Of course he would have to discuss all this with Amberelle first.
"I prefer European blades myself," Alexander admitted, "I was tutored in swordsplay and was expected to lead men with one. Sabres, rapiers and straight swords, mainly. I preferred the heavy cutting blades of the cavalry."
Alexander listened closely as Celeste spoke about Gustav. Amberelle's opinion of him was rather poor and it was interesting to hear what Celeste had said. Command. No wonder Amberelle despised it. He would have to careful about broaching that subject with her. Sooner or later she would find out. And he'd rather tell it her and not have her find out unexpectedly.
"Cavalier. Thank you Celeste. Would you advise that I seek contact through Amberelle, or at your discretion?"
Alexander smiled as Celeste gently childed him. "I welcome the challenge and the opportunity to hopefully prove more than a piece of meat needing tenderizing at your hands. I relish the fact that we can both fight...without restraint. Of course our garments may suffer, but fighting naked is something I've been forced to do on more than one occasion. One arm strapped to the opponent and a stake in the other. Fun times."
Alexander raised his glass and downed the last of the vodka. He placed the glass face down on the table and nodded.
"I would welcome the opportunity to dine. Lead on, fair lady."
Burning a Hole ((attn Cel))
Interesting. Alexander couldn't think of a better word as he passed through the gates of Babylon and entered into what was supposed to be Heaven. The men were as handsome as the women were pretty, such pretty flesh on display. And how much of it was just display case flesh. Look but don't touch. Or maybe touch if you can afford it. More than likely.
When Alexander had informed Amberelle of his intended sojourn to Babylon he had expected her to be surprised, or even mildly irritated. Instead Amberelle had kissed him on the forehead like he was a child and told him to report back on the place.
Alexander was surprised at that, and the fact that Amberelle hadn't joined him. Of course, she had her own life - or unlife - to lead, so he had left her to her own devices. A waitress passed by with a silver tray of champagne. Alexander placed a fifty in her blue garter wrapped around her enticing long leg and took a flute. She winked at him and waggled her wings before prancing off like a prize filly. Display case flesh.
Alexander seemed to be somewhat more conservatively dressed, although being in a suit made some of the patrons give him a wide berth as he passed through the Heaven into what passed for Hell. Alexander downed the champagne and handed it off to a little man-devil who described in no uncertain terms what Alexander could do to him in one of the private booths.
In his day a suggestion like that would have earned the man a good flogging. Only the powdered poodles of the Court could get away with salacious debauchery like that. Alexander politely declined even after the man offered to clean Alexander's shoes with his tongue.
Alexander sat down in a circular booth and wondered how many of his clanmates, or indeed any vampires were here at the moment indulging their pleasures of the flesh, and mind, on willing humans. Alexander ordered a bottle of vodka and was tempted to kick the succubus who snarled at him with feigned rage. He couldn't tell which was worse. Fake angels, or wannabe devils.
Alex West
17 years ago
Celeste
17 years ago
Shaking her head slightly, Celeste made sure he knew not to broach the subject with Amberelle. Lord only knew if she would get huffy about the old fashioned idea, or decide she didn;t want contact with New Orleans yet. I will contact him for you when you desire. Amberelle thinks she made a clean break and really hasn't had much contact with the family other than a couple of letters that I know of. Besides, it would seem more appropriate to come through someone else rather than her, non?
His words brought about a cute visual, a strung up and well beaten Alexander and she giggled. Then blinked. Had she really just giggled? Good grief. Fighting naked, there was an interesting idea. It lasted for about two heartbeats until she pictured her cousin's possible reactions and was quickly dismissed. Besides, fighting often easily lead to sex, for her anyways, so there was no reason to bring that kind of temptation into play. Even she had some standards not to mention that would be highly dishonorable.
She did raise an eyebrow at the idea of naked stake duels. Now that was the kind of activity she could get into! You really have to tell me about this stake dueling, it sounds hella fun. I could use a good thrill now and then.
Downing her wine quickly with a loud sigh of satisfaction, the Creole slid out of the booth and stretched languidly for a moment. The private rooms are in the back. We still have a couple of minutes, but if we take our time it should be about right. Giving him a wide grin, she wiggled an eyebrow. We could peak in on the other rooms along the way. If you like.
His words brought about a cute visual, a strung up and well beaten Alexander and she giggled. Then blinked. Had she really just giggled? Good grief. Fighting naked, there was an interesting idea. It lasted for about two heartbeats until she pictured her cousin's possible reactions and was quickly dismissed. Besides, fighting often easily lead to sex, for her anyways, so there was no reason to bring that kind of temptation into play. Even she had some standards not to mention that would be highly dishonorable.
She did raise an eyebrow at the idea of naked stake duels. Now that was the kind of activity she could get into! You really have to tell me about this stake dueling, it sounds hella fun. I could use a good thrill now and then.
Downing her wine quickly with a loud sigh of satisfaction, the Creole slid out of the booth and stretched languidly for a moment. The private rooms are in the back. We still have a couple of minutes, but if we take our time it should be about right. Giving him a wide grin, she wiggled an eyebrow. We could peak in on the other rooms along the way. If you like.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander smiled.
"I don't know who made fighting naked a rule, but it was to eliminate the possibility of any interference. Stake fighting was more like dueling. I have no idea how long they had been doing it in England and Europe. All I know was that I had on more than one occasion had to fight by that accord under matters of honor. I heard in the Orient that the opponents used a katar instead of a stake. The duels were rarely to the death, you earned esteem if you managed to stake your opponent in the heart, but most duels ended with the beating into submission of the other. The victor would also be given the opportunity to add insult to injury by feeding for the fallen."
"I'll keep in mind what you said about Amberelle and her opinion of her family. And I will leave the matter of contacting Cavalier in your capable hands. If Amberelle asks if I've met you however, I won't lie. That would be futile." And possibly damaging to my own relationship with her.
Alexander shuffled his way around the booth and got to his feet. He straightened his tie and smoothed out his jacket. Glancing over at Celeste, he thought that they made an unusual pair in this garish version of Hell.
"I'd rather head straight to the private room, if you don't mind Celeste. The debaucheries of the other clientèle does little to arouse or interest me."
"I don't know who made fighting naked a rule, but it was to eliminate the possibility of any interference. Stake fighting was more like dueling. I have no idea how long they had been doing it in England and Europe. All I know was that I had on more than one occasion had to fight by that accord under matters of honor. I heard in the Orient that the opponents used a katar instead of a stake. The duels were rarely to the death, you earned esteem if you managed to stake your opponent in the heart, but most duels ended with the beating into submission of the other. The victor would also be given the opportunity to add insult to injury by feeding for the fallen."
"I'll keep in mind what you said about Amberelle and her opinion of her family. And I will leave the matter of contacting Cavalier in your capable hands. If Amberelle asks if I've met you however, I won't lie. That would be futile." And possibly damaging to my own relationship with her.
Alexander shuffled his way around the booth and got to his feet. He straightened his tie and smoothed out his jacket. Glancing over at Celeste, he thought that they made an unusual pair in this garish version of Hell.
"I'd rather head straight to the private room, if you don't mind Celeste. The debaucheries of the other clientèle does little to arouse or interest me."
Celeste
17 years ago
A smile graced her alabaster face as Celeste visualized the fight Alex described. They did indeed sound like a great deal of fun and she wondered why they hadn't caught on in the States. Maybe it was time to import them. His last sentence however made her shiver and a look of revulsion crossed her face. Feed from another vampire.. No thank you, I'd rather avoid that particular addiction. I see it in Gustav. We've hunted him clanless snacks many times. Was better than being the one he beat and used. Though it was usually little Amber he liked the most. Her mouth tightened with that memory. There'd been little the elder De'Espionnes had been able to do to shield her from that.
Giving Alex an extremely annoyed look, she ground her teeth together in irritation. I would really rather she didn;t know I was here until I decide to let her know. It could spook her into trying to run away again. Rolling her eyes, Cel just shook her head. As if I would be here now, after all this time, to make her come home. Though, she did add with a smile, I had just arrived in town to do exactly that when the storm hit. I guess she owes her continued freedom to the destruction of New Orleans. Chuckling Cel lead him back towards the secluded rooms where all manner of dark fantasy and debauchery occured.
Looking up at her clanmate sideways, she gave him a puzzled look. I guess you don't watch much porn them eh? Cel shook her head as they approached the two very large and imposing guards at the hallways entrance. One of them opened the door for the couple, and the other quietly said a room number. Cel just gave them both a wide, cold smile and nodded.
Walking down the passage the muffled sounds of pain and pleasure made their way out to mingle with the soft music that bled in from the main club. Scents of sweat, sex, leather and fear hung in the air, tangible reminders of the hedonistic pleasures indulged in all around them.
Stopping at door number 9, the younger vampire allowed Alex to open the door for her and thanked him with a smirk. Inside the lights were dimmed and a white leather clad, buxom blonde sat perched on the edge of the room's small platform. Her eyes dropped when they entered and she smiled tentatively. Hello, I'm Rose.
Giving Alex an extremely annoyed look, she ground her teeth together in irritation. I would really rather she didn;t know I was here until I decide to let her know. It could spook her into trying to run away again. Rolling her eyes, Cel just shook her head. As if I would be here now, after all this time, to make her come home. Though, she did add with a smile, I had just arrived in town to do exactly that when the storm hit. I guess she owes her continued freedom to the destruction of New Orleans. Chuckling Cel lead him back towards the secluded rooms where all manner of dark fantasy and debauchery occured.
Looking up at her clanmate sideways, she gave him a puzzled look. I guess you don't watch much porn them eh? Cel shook her head as they approached the two very large and imposing guards at the hallways entrance. One of them opened the door for the couple, and the other quietly said a room number. Cel just gave them both a wide, cold smile and nodded.
Walking down the passage the muffled sounds of pain and pleasure made their way out to mingle with the soft music that bled in from the main club. Scents of sweat, sex, leather and fear hung in the air, tangible reminders of the hedonistic pleasures indulged in all around them.
Stopping at door number 9, the younger vampire allowed Alex to open the door for her and thanked him with a smirk. Inside the lights were dimmed and a white leather clad, buxom blonde sat perched on the edge of the room's small platform. Her eyes dropped when they entered and she smiled tentatively. Hello, I'm Rose.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander merely gave Celeste and enigmatic smile when she showed her revulsion to feeding on another vampire. Alexander wasn't about to reveal that particular inclination that he and Amberelle had indulged in. No wonder Amberelle disliked Gustav if he fed on vampires on a regular basis, perhaps he had done that to her. That would explain her fear of intimacy.
Alexander nodded in reply to Celeste's comment that she didn't want her cousin to know she was here - yet. He couldn't tell if that would bode well or ill if Amberelle found out he had met Celeste without telling her. Celeste's comment about pornography drew a wry smile from Alexander.
"Does eating sushi off the bodies of naked hostesses count?"
Celeste didn't reply as she strutted down the corridor towards Room Number 9. She must have known Alexander was watching, but Celeste obviously didn't care - or didn't appear to. Celeste raised her hand to the door and bid Alexander open it. He bowed his head and turned the handle.
The room was dimly lit, dim but not unpleasant, a blue tinge. A circular leather couch also blue was set in the far end of the room, and in front of it a plain pedestal. Mounted on the walls with deliberate care were a variety of implements and tools that Alexander guessed could only be for sexual gratification, some of it very rough indeed. He might not have known what to call half of them, but Celeste was obviously familiar enough. She ran her fingers over some of the 'special' goods with an appreciative eye.
Alexander shut the door behind him. Her hair was long, shoulder length golden locks that framed a tanned young face. She looked up at him with pale green eyes and introduced herself rather hesitantly.
"Hello, I'm Rose."
Alexander smiled as he adjusted his tie. "Of course it is, my dear."
Rose couldn't have been more than 20 years old, and he assumed it was no coincidence that her accent was the Queen's English. And well spoken. Her breasts nearly spilled over the top of the white leather corset she was laced into. The outfit was completed with a frilly blue latex and silk skirt, white stockings and pale blue heels. A red ribbon was tied in her hair, in a neat little bow that sat on top. Alice in Wonderland. How ironic, Alexander thought as he gazed appreciatively at her.
Rose remained seated on the pedestal as Alexander walked slowly around her, savoring her scent, lavender and strawberry. His long fingers danced along the side of her face as he traced a line from cheek to the top of her chin. He raised her face and stared into her eyes. Rose flinched a little and tried to shy away, avoiding his gaze beneath long dark lashes.
Celeste continued to peruse the items on the wall, humming away softly. Rose slowly raised her eyes to meet Alexander's. He saw a mixture of defiance, compliance and hope. How many clients had crushed all three? Her crimson lips trembled and he put a finger upon them to still them.
"Are you afraid of me, Rose?" Alexander asked softly.
He removed his finger from her lips.
"Yes... no." Rose answered, her breath halting, her eyes flickering over to Celeste who apparently showed no interest in her at this stage.
Alexander nodded. "Tell me your real name, Rose."
Rose bit her bottom lip. She knew it was against policy to reveal personal information to clients, but this dark haired man with sea blue eyes seemed so friendly, so inviting.
"My name is Jane. Jane Swallows."
Alexander heard Celeste snicker at the mention of Rose's true name, but he ignored it.
"Thank you Jane. You can be Jane if you like. You don't have to be Rose. Now stand up."
Jane stood up slowly on the pedestal, her arms at her side. She felt like drowning in his voice. She would do anything to please him.
"Undress." said Alexander with a flick of his wrist. "Slowly."
Alexander nodded in reply to Celeste's comment that she didn't want her cousin to know she was here - yet. He couldn't tell if that would bode well or ill if Amberelle found out he had met Celeste without telling her. Celeste's comment about pornography drew a wry smile from Alexander.
"Does eating sushi off the bodies of naked hostesses count?"
Celeste didn't reply as she strutted down the corridor towards Room Number 9. She must have known Alexander was watching, but Celeste obviously didn't care - or didn't appear to. Celeste raised her hand to the door and bid Alexander open it. He bowed his head and turned the handle.
The room was dimly lit, dim but not unpleasant, a blue tinge. A circular leather couch also blue was set in the far end of the room, and in front of it a plain pedestal. Mounted on the walls with deliberate care were a variety of implements and tools that Alexander guessed could only be for sexual gratification, some of it very rough indeed. He might not have known what to call half of them, but Celeste was obviously familiar enough. She ran her fingers over some of the 'special' goods with an appreciative eye.
Alexander shut the door behind him. Her hair was long, shoulder length golden locks that framed a tanned young face. She looked up at him with pale green eyes and introduced herself rather hesitantly.
"Hello, I'm Rose."
Alexander smiled as he adjusted his tie. "Of course it is, my dear."
Rose couldn't have been more than 20 years old, and he assumed it was no coincidence that her accent was the Queen's English. And well spoken. Her breasts nearly spilled over the top of the white leather corset she was laced into. The outfit was completed with a frilly blue latex and silk skirt, white stockings and pale blue heels. A red ribbon was tied in her hair, in a neat little bow that sat on top. Alice in Wonderland. How ironic, Alexander thought as he gazed appreciatively at her.
Rose remained seated on the pedestal as Alexander walked slowly around her, savoring her scent, lavender and strawberry. His long fingers danced along the side of her face as he traced a line from cheek to the top of her chin. He raised her face and stared into her eyes. Rose flinched a little and tried to shy away, avoiding his gaze beneath long dark lashes.
Celeste continued to peruse the items on the wall, humming away softly. Rose slowly raised her eyes to meet Alexander's. He saw a mixture of defiance, compliance and hope. How many clients had crushed all three? Her crimson lips trembled and he put a finger upon them to still them.
"Are you afraid of me, Rose?" Alexander asked softly.
He removed his finger from her lips.
"Yes... no." Rose answered, her breath halting, her eyes flickering over to Celeste who apparently showed no interest in her at this stage.
Alexander nodded. "Tell me your real name, Rose."
Rose bit her bottom lip. She knew it was against policy to reveal personal information to clients, but this dark haired man with sea blue eyes seemed so friendly, so inviting.
"My name is Jane. Jane Swallows."
Alexander heard Celeste snicker at the mention of Rose's true name, but he ignored it.
"Thank you Jane. You can be Jane if you like. You don't have to be Rose. Now stand up."
Jane stood up slowly on the pedestal, her arms at her side. She felt like drowning in his voice. She would do anything to please him.
"Undress." said Alexander with a flick of his wrist. "Slowly."
Celeste
17 years ago
So far Alexander had not dissapointed, and Celeste was pleased. Glancing over as the pretty blonde began to slowly do as she was bid, the vampire finally settled on a long braided leather riding crop. She snapped it on her palm with a loud crack and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud as Rose.. eer.. Miss Swallows (god there was the laughter again, her shoulders shook with it) flinched and cringed at the sound.
The pettite brunette slowly made her way around the platform, sliding quietly past Alex without even a glance as her eyes remained fixed on the disrobing blonde. Every so often she would crack the crop on her hand just as Jane fingered a button or slid down a strap, making her shake and her hands quiver. Finally behind the human, Cel let her eyes meet Alex's with a huge grin.
She's lovely. Quite delicious, I would say.
Leaning in, the Creole slowly let her face slide up the girl's arm, taking in her scent. Her fangs pulsed and she licked her lips. God this was going to be one interesting evening. Such delicious dinner, a little beating and playing, good companionship (it would seem) and then a knock down fight. One hell of a Wednesday night.
Once the lovely flower was standing there nude and her focus was on Alexander, Cel grinned wide and raised the crop. Her cheeks were faintly flushed and her eyes glittered brightly. The room's quiet was broken by the snap of the leather through the air and the sharp crack it made as it connected across the girl's lovely bottom. Two more in rapid nearly blurred succession brought the blonde to her knees with teary eyes. A tinkling laugh came out of Celeste as she just grinned, her fangs prominent.
The pettite brunette slowly made her way around the platform, sliding quietly past Alex without even a glance as her eyes remained fixed on the disrobing blonde. Every so often she would crack the crop on her hand just as Jane fingered a button or slid down a strap, making her shake and her hands quiver. Finally behind the human, Cel let her eyes meet Alex's with a huge grin.
She's lovely. Quite delicious, I would say.
Leaning in, the Creole slowly let her face slide up the girl's arm, taking in her scent. Her fangs pulsed and she licked her lips. God this was going to be one interesting evening. Such delicious dinner, a little beating and playing, good companionship (it would seem) and then a knock down fight. One hell of a Wednesday night.
Once the lovely flower was standing there nude and her focus was on Alexander, Cel grinned wide and raised the crop. Her cheeks were faintly flushed and her eyes glittered brightly. The room's quiet was broken by the snap of the leather through the air and the sharp crack it made as it connected across the girl's lovely bottom. Two more in rapid nearly blurred succession brought the blonde to her knees with teary eyes. A tinkling laugh came out of Celeste as she just grinned, her fangs prominent.
Alex West
17 years ago
Jane crumpled as the the crop struck her buttocks. Tears rolled down her face as he fell to all fours, as if this was something she had been accustomed to time and again. Glittering green eyes stared up at Alexander, pleading, begging. Alexander stared back as he heard Celeste's high pitched laugh. His lips parted in a thin smile and he ran his fingers gently through those lovely golden tresses.
"Don't cry, Jane. Never let them see you cry." He pressed his lips against hers and then straightened, turning his back on her.
Celeste snickered as she cracked the riding crop. Alexander raised his hand.
"Not the buttocks. The feet."
Jane looked somewhat bewildered at Alexander's request but Celeste understood exactly why Alexander had stated that request. It was a torturers trick, and a nasty one at that. It hurt like nobody's business and best of all left no mark.
"Ten lashes if you would." Alexander stated matter of factly as he crossed his arms behind his back and straightened.
Alexander heard the sharp crack of leather striking flesh as Celeste applied herself to the task with vigor. Alexander kept count, rattling off the numbers, oblivious to the whimpering that came from behind him. At the count of six, Jane may not have been crying, but she was screaming. A high pitched wail. Celeste did not pause and Alexander did not lose count.
As the last stroke struck the bottom of her feet Alexander turned in a sharp, military click of the heels. He was indulging his darker impulses now, and where better to do that than in Hell. Jane was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her arms trembled as she sucked in air.
Alexander tenderly ran his fingers through her hair again, noticing how damp the golden locks were.
"Be a good girl, Jane. Thank my friend."
Jane didn't want to. She wanted to hurl abuse and scream, but she merely whimpered. "Thank you, mistress."
Alexander nodded in gratitude and gently kissed the top of her head. "Come to me Jane, come to my arms. You were very brave."
With a groan, Jane slid off the pedestal and shuffled over to Alexander. He held his arms open and embraced her like a sister or old friend, wrapping his arms around her.
"I won't let the wicked mistress get you, oh no I won't." he said soothingly.
Alexander looked over at Celeste and smiled, revealing sharp fangs. "Let's go sit down and all be friends. Perhaps we can play a new game. Would you like that Jane? Would you?"
Jane wanted to say no, but she felt safe and secure in his arms as he effortlessly picked her up and walked over to the couch.
"Yes, I'd like that. I'd like that very much."
"Don't cry, Jane. Never let them see you cry." He pressed his lips against hers and then straightened, turning his back on her.
Celeste snickered as she cracked the riding crop. Alexander raised his hand.
"Not the buttocks. The feet."
Jane looked somewhat bewildered at Alexander's request but Celeste understood exactly why Alexander had stated that request. It was a torturers trick, and a nasty one at that. It hurt like nobody's business and best of all left no mark.
"Ten lashes if you would." Alexander stated matter of factly as he crossed his arms behind his back and straightened.
Alexander heard the sharp crack of leather striking flesh as Celeste applied herself to the task with vigor. Alexander kept count, rattling off the numbers, oblivious to the whimpering that came from behind him. At the count of six, Jane may not have been crying, but she was screaming. A high pitched wail. Celeste did not pause and Alexander did not lose count.
As the last stroke struck the bottom of her feet Alexander turned in a sharp, military click of the heels. He was indulging his darker impulses now, and where better to do that than in Hell. Jane was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her arms trembled as she sucked in air.
Alexander tenderly ran his fingers through her hair again, noticing how damp the golden locks were.
"Be a good girl, Jane. Thank my friend."
Jane didn't want to. She wanted to hurl abuse and scream, but she merely whimpered. "Thank you, mistress."
Alexander nodded in gratitude and gently kissed the top of her head. "Come to me Jane, come to my arms. You were very brave."
With a groan, Jane slid off the pedestal and shuffled over to Alexander. He held his arms open and embraced her like a sister or old friend, wrapping his arms around her.
"I won't let the wicked mistress get you, oh no I won't." he said soothingly.
Alexander looked over at Celeste and smiled, revealing sharp fangs. "Let's go sit down and all be friends. Perhaps we can play a new game. Would you like that Jane? Would you?"
Jane wanted to say no, but she felt safe and secure in his arms as he effortlessly picked her up and walked over to the couch.
"Yes, I'd like that. I'd like that very much."
Celeste
17 years ago
Her chest heaved and a fine sheen of sweat covered her brow as Celeste watched, almost fascinated, as the pretty young thing crawled her way into Alexander's arms. It had been some time since she'd allowed herself to indulge so much of her darker cravings. Her pulse was racing and she felt more alive than in years. Usually the Anantya was far quicker and more direct with her playthings. And Alexander... well he had proven to be quite intriguing. Taking a moment to will her heartbeat back to normal and to calm herself, she simply watched passivly as the two of them settled on the couch.
Tossing the crop aside like so much used garbage, she walked slowly to the pair and tilted her head to the side, watching the strange dynamic her clanmate had created with the human. Swallowing hard, she felt her fangs pulse and throb almost painfully. Smiling down at him, matching blue eyes met and they shared similar sharp smiles as the two Anantya surveyed their trembling meal. Her voice was thick as she spoke, reaching out to caress one of Jane's red and wet cheeks. Oui let's play a new game. The girl flinched some and it made Cel shiver with a stab of unexpected desire. No no don't be afraid cheri, you will enjoy this one. I promise. We all will.
Sinking down to the couch, Cel gently stroked her back, reaching out to pull the human backwards and lay her against the vampire's chest. Still in Alexander's lap, Jane was stretched between the two and looked up at Celeste with wide green eyes. The Creole reached up and cupped her breast, giving her an indulgent smile as she softly stroked the tender flesh. Almost against her will the human felt her eyes flutter closed and Cel ran the tip of her tongue from one aching fang to the other, her eyes fixed on the rapid pulse beating so close to the surface in her neck.
Doesn't that feel nice? Jane nodded faintly, perhaps afraid to say anything else. A shiver ran through Celeste and she finally leaned down to lick and run her fangs back and forth over the sweet tender skin stretched so thinly over the delicious ambrosia rushing through her veins. Her eyes flicked over to Alex and she saw him softly stroking Jane's thigh, a slight smile on his cold face. Dipping her mouth down with a low moan, Cel finally gave in and allowed her aching teeth to pierce the woman's neck, and gripped her tightly as the first drops of coppery blood touched her tongue. Her mind chanted just a taste just a taste and she sipped slowly. Her tongue bathed the skin, healing the bite before she sank in again for another sweet sip, alternating licks and bites as she heard Jane crying out, moaning from the pheremones rushing into her system.
Tossing the crop aside like so much used garbage, she walked slowly to the pair and tilted her head to the side, watching the strange dynamic her clanmate had created with the human. Swallowing hard, she felt her fangs pulse and throb almost painfully. Smiling down at him, matching blue eyes met and they shared similar sharp smiles as the two Anantya surveyed their trembling meal. Her voice was thick as she spoke, reaching out to caress one of Jane's red and wet cheeks. Oui let's play a new game. The girl flinched some and it made Cel shiver with a stab of unexpected desire. No no don't be afraid cheri, you will enjoy this one. I promise. We all will.
Sinking down to the couch, Cel gently stroked her back, reaching out to pull the human backwards and lay her against the vampire's chest. Still in Alexander's lap, Jane was stretched between the two and looked up at Celeste with wide green eyes. The Creole reached up and cupped her breast, giving her an indulgent smile as she softly stroked the tender flesh. Almost against her will the human felt her eyes flutter closed and Cel ran the tip of her tongue from one aching fang to the other, her eyes fixed on the rapid pulse beating so close to the surface in her neck.
Doesn't that feel nice? Jane nodded faintly, perhaps afraid to say anything else. A shiver ran through Celeste and she finally leaned down to lick and run her fangs back and forth over the sweet tender skin stretched so thinly over the delicious ambrosia rushing through her veins. Her eyes flicked over to Alex and she saw him softly stroking Jane's thigh, a slight smile on his cold face. Dipping her mouth down with a low moan, Cel finally gave in and allowed her aching teeth to pierce the woman's neck, and gripped her tightly as the first drops of coppery blood touched her tongue. Her mind chanted just a taste just a taste and she sipped slowly. Her tongue bathed the skin, healing the bite before she sank in again for another sweet sip, alternating licks and bites as she heard Jane crying out, moaning from the pheremones rushing into her system.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander listened dispassionately as Jane moaned under Celeste's bite. He watched as her head dipped up and down, alternately biting and drawing upon the young woman's blood. Alexander stroked Janes' legs, and reaching around he began running his hand between them, stroking each thigh softly.
She responded to his touch, opening herself to him as he slid his fingers inside her. Warm and wet, moist and sticky. She shivered under Alexander's probing fingers and he leant down and ran his tongue along her inner thigh. He paused for a second before smiling widely and plunging his fangs into her firm flesh. The rush of blood made Alexander sigh as he sucked and licked at the small wound, piercing her over and over as his fingers moved inside her.
Alexander drank deeply from his young font and then licked the wound clean. He pulled back his head as if gasping for air and licked his lips clean. He laid back and continued to work his fingers in side Jane, listening to her moans, made even more urgent with Celeste's feeding at her neck. She tightened around his fingers and shuddered, quivering for a few moments. Alexander sighed softly as he felt the wetness drip over his fingers.
He pulled them free and slowly licked his fingers clean. Woman. There was no taste quite like it. Well there was one, but she wasn't here now. Alexander gently pushed Jane to one side and let Celeste carry on feeding. He shifted around the couch so he better watch Celeste as she had her way with Jane.
She responded to his touch, opening herself to him as he slid his fingers inside her. Warm and wet, moist and sticky. She shivered under Alexander's probing fingers and he leant down and ran his tongue along her inner thigh. He paused for a second before smiling widely and plunging his fangs into her firm flesh. The rush of blood made Alexander sigh as he sucked and licked at the small wound, piercing her over and over as his fingers moved inside her.
Alexander drank deeply from his young font and then licked the wound clean. He pulled back his head as if gasping for air and licked his lips clean. He laid back and continued to work his fingers in side Jane, listening to her moans, made even more urgent with Celeste's feeding at her neck. She tightened around his fingers and shuddered, quivering for a few moments. Alexander sighed softly as he felt the wetness drip over his fingers.
He pulled them free and slowly licked his fingers clean. Woman. There was no taste quite like it. Well there was one, but she wasn't here now. Alexander gently pushed Jane to one side and let Celeste carry on feeding. He shifted around the couch so he better watch Celeste as she had her way with Jane.
Celeste
17 years ago
One hand gripped the woman's side tightly and would easily leave a faint bruise. Her other hand continued to tease and torment Jane's full and perky breasts with caresses and hard twists. Cel loved to play with her food. It was the rush of pleasure that coursed through the blonde that finally prompted the vampire to lift her head. A shuddering sigh escaped her lips as she remined bent over the human's neck several moments, composing herself. Her skin, so pale and white normally seemed almost luminescent in the soft light and her icy blue eyes burned brightly with an inner light when the Creole finally lifted her head, still licking her lips to savor the last faint traces of blood.
Pushing Jane away with a shove so that the half conscious woman was pressed against the back of the couch breathing heavily Cel couldn't help the smile that softened her normally cold features. Feeding always brought back the warmth inside and she closed her eyes to enjoy it for those brief seconds until reality returned.
I don't normally like British food but she wasn't bad, not nearly as thin and watery as they tend to be, the brunette finally said breaking the silence between them. She opened her eyes and crinkled her nose with a smirk at the Brit, letting him know she meant no offense.
From her pocket she produced her silver case and pulled out a clove, this time pausing and offering the sweet dark cigarettes to Alexander. A quick smoke then we can spar, sound good?
Pushing Jane away with a shove so that the half conscious woman was pressed against the back of the couch breathing heavily Cel couldn't help the smile that softened her normally cold features. Feeding always brought back the warmth inside and she closed her eyes to enjoy it for those brief seconds until reality returned.
I don't normally like British food but she wasn't bad, not nearly as thin and watery as they tend to be, the brunette finally said breaking the silence between them. She opened her eyes and crinkled her nose with a smirk at the Brit, letting him know she meant no offense.
From her pocket she produced her silver case and pulled out a clove, this time pausing and offering the sweet dark cigarettes to Alexander. A quick smoke then we can spar, sound good?
Alex West
17 years ago
Ordinarily Alexander didn't smoke cigarettes, lung cancer was a non issue, it was just that he preferred a good Cuban and usually in celebration of closing a deal or securing a new venture. But he doubted that Celeste would take no for an answer and this was as close as 'friendly' a gesture that she would probably made.
So Alexander accepted in good faith. He pulled out the silver cased lighter with a striker down the side. It was old fashioned, but still worked after eighty years. He unscrewed the small steel wick from the top and struck it down the side as if lighting a match. The lighting fluid caught and the small flame burned brightly as Alexander lit Celeste's cigarette, and then his own. With a quick shake the flame quickly disappeared and Alexander screwed the steel wick back into place.
The dark cigarette wasn't too bad, perhaps a bit too sweet for Alexander's taste, but agreeable. It would have gone nice with a nice scotch. Alexander glanced over at Jane who lay huddled on the leather couch. He smiled.
"Jane, come here please."
Her eyes were half glazed as she stood up and strode over to Alexander. She looked at him questioningly as he raised his head back and blew a 'O' ring into the air.
"Please be so kind as to go down on all fours, I need to rest my feet. Thank you, Jane."
Jane merely nodded and complied. Alexander placed his legs over her back, one folded over the other. It reminded him of a scene from a British film that had been banned back in the 1960s, or was that the 1970s. Alexander couldn't remember. He tipped his cigarette and watched as the ash fell neatly on Jane's firm buttocks. She flinched slightly but did not move.
"Are you intending to spar here?" Alexander asked Celeste in French as he flicked another bit of ash onto Jane's behind.
So Alexander accepted in good faith. He pulled out the silver cased lighter with a striker down the side. It was old fashioned, but still worked after eighty years. He unscrewed the small steel wick from the top and struck it down the side as if lighting a match. The lighting fluid caught and the small flame burned brightly as Alexander lit Celeste's cigarette, and then his own. With a quick shake the flame quickly disappeared and Alexander screwed the steel wick back into place.
The dark cigarette wasn't too bad, perhaps a bit too sweet for Alexander's taste, but agreeable. It would have gone nice with a nice scotch. Alexander glanced over at Jane who lay huddled on the leather couch. He smiled.
"Jane, come here please."
Her eyes were half glazed as she stood up and strode over to Alexander. She looked at him questioningly as he raised his head back and blew a 'O' ring into the air.
"Please be so kind as to go down on all fours, I need to rest my feet. Thank you, Jane."
Jane merely nodded and complied. Alexander placed his legs over her back, one folded over the other. It reminded him of a scene from a British film that had been banned back in the 1960s, or was that the 1970s. Alexander couldn't remember. He tipped his cigarette and watched as the ash fell neatly on Jane's firm buttocks. She flinched slightly but did not move.
"Are you intending to spar here?" Alexander asked Celeste in French as he flicked another bit of ash onto Jane's behind.
Celeste
17 years ago
Sitting sideways, Cel pulled her feet up and curled against the back of the leather couch. Laying her head against the soft material, she languidly ran her fingers in circles while she admired the nice scene beside her. He certainly had a sense of style she could appreciate. It was a little impossible to picture him with her soft spoken, shy cousin. Maybe Amber had a submissive streak no one had noticed. Well, as much time as the blonde had spent in their Grandfather's dungeon who would really be that suprised? Smirking a little, she took a slow drag from her clove before responding to his question in French as well.
We could.. no one will question any noise we might make and I'm quite sure you can make sure our little flower there doesn't remember a thing she might see. Or we could go someplace more open and really make use of the environment. The Creole shrugged a shoulder. Either option would be fine by her. I just need to make sure you're no pushover. Grandmere hates that. Majorly funny considering what a pussy Gustav is. The brunette snickered. Ahhh... I do hate that man, she whispered more to herself than Alex.
We could.. no one will question any noise we might make and I'm quite sure you can make sure our little flower there doesn't remember a thing she might see. Or we could go someplace more open and really make use of the environment. The Creole shrugged a shoulder. Either option would be fine by her. I just need to make sure you're no pushover. Grandmere hates that. Majorly funny considering what a pussy Gustav is. The brunette snickered. Ahhh... I do hate that man, she whispered more to herself than Alex.
Alex West
17 years ago
So Amberelle isn't the only one who despises Gustav, thought Alexander as he stubbed out the cigarette in his open palm and blew the ashes over Jane. He took his feet off her back and patted her gently on the backside.
"Your services are no longer needed, Jane. Stand."
Jane rose to her feet and stood in front of Alexander, eyes downcast.
"Gather your clothing and take this with our thanks."
Alexander casually handed over five hundred dollars to Jane. Her eyes widened at the amount and she thanked him gratefully.
Alexander smiled softly as he stood and kissed her gently on her forehead. "See to it that no-one enters this room for the next... hour. We will be entertaining ourselves."
Jane nodded, turned and collected her clothing from the pedestal. She exited the room with a defiant swing of her hips and closed the door shut behind her with a soft click.
Alexander placed the cigarette stub on the pedestal and carefully removed his jacket. He hung it carefully on the hooks set in the door. Alexander loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. He took his time removing his shirt and hung it with the same care as he did his jacket. He slipped off his leather shoes and removed his socks. Lastly he undid his belt and removed his trousers. These he folded and placed on the pedestal. He stood there in plain white briefs as he took off his watch and placed it in his jacket pocket.
He stretched his arms and flexed his legs as he turned to face Celeste. He smiled at her before returning to the couch.
"Your services are no longer needed, Jane. Stand."
Jane rose to her feet and stood in front of Alexander, eyes downcast.
"Gather your clothing and take this with our thanks."
Alexander casually handed over five hundred dollars to Jane. Her eyes widened at the amount and she thanked him gratefully.
Alexander smiled softly as he stood and kissed her gently on her forehead. "See to it that no-one enters this room for the next... hour. We will be entertaining ourselves."
Jane nodded, turned and collected her clothing from the pedestal. She exited the room with a defiant swing of her hips and closed the door shut behind her with a soft click.
Alexander placed the cigarette stub on the pedestal and carefully removed his jacket. He hung it carefully on the hooks set in the door. Alexander loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. He took his time removing his shirt and hung it with the same care as he did his jacket. He slipped off his leather shoes and removed his socks. Lastly he undid his belt and removed his trousers. These he folded and placed on the pedestal. He stood there in plain white briefs as he took off his watch and placed it in his jacket pocket.
He stretched his arms and flexed his legs as he turned to face Celeste. He smiled at her before returning to the couch.
Celeste
17 years ago
Two trains of thought were running through Celeste's mind as she watched Alexander carefully undress. One part of her was observing the methodical and precise way he moved, studying each action for small nuances that could tell her about his physical gifts and habits. Each muscle and scar, every detail was committed to memory for later research and reporting. He had been a warrior of some kind, when and what would have to be determined. It could be rather telling about his personality and loyalties. And, she really should find out about his sire, she realized.
The second line of thought was far more base as she admitted it was rather suprising what a suit could hide these days. Her face was serene and emotionless but she was actually a little envious of Amberelle. Yes, very nice. But he was nothing like... the Anantya closed her eyes with a faintly annoyed look before rising with a sigh. Trying not to grin too wide, she quipped, I hope you don't think you're getting lucky! Hands on her hips, Cel gave him a slightly annoyed look before shaking her head. I guess this means I should strip too. It's a good thing I wore panties for once, she muttered as she started unbuckling her boots.
Modesty wasn't something Celeste had worried about in quite some time. If ever really. But they should be evenly dressed, it was only fair. Tossing each shoe into the corner behind the couch, her stockings were rolled off and followed suit. He might be cautious with his clothes but she really could give a damn about wrinkles or creases. Removing the leather corset took a little time but she took a deep breath when the steel boned garment released her form from its tight compression. It was tossed lightly on the couch beside her clanmate, and her skirt followed a few seconds later. Wearing nothing but a black lace thong she quirked an eyebrow and chuckled, a fist resting on her hip defiantly.
So what's the terms? Time limit no holds barred or should we keep points or what? Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she explained, I do want to give you a sporting chance. Stretching, she rolled her shoulders and swung her arms, loosening her back and arms as she studied him.
Her eyes were cold as she began to visually disect him and calculate the amount of reach he was going to have on her both with arms and legs. Tight quarters like the small room would help normally but if he was very good in his chosen form it was inconsequential. Close and personal was the way he would be fighting. She'd simply have to be better, faster and more rutheless.
Fun times. If only she could pull it off.
The second line of thought was far more base as she admitted it was rather suprising what a suit could hide these days. Her face was serene and emotionless but she was actually a little envious of Amberelle. Yes, very nice. But he was nothing like... the Anantya closed her eyes with a faintly annoyed look before rising with a sigh. Trying not to grin too wide, she quipped, I hope you don't think you're getting lucky! Hands on her hips, Cel gave him a slightly annoyed look before shaking her head. I guess this means I should strip too. It's a good thing I wore panties for once, she muttered as she started unbuckling her boots.
Modesty wasn't something Celeste had worried about in quite some time. If ever really. But they should be evenly dressed, it was only fair. Tossing each shoe into the corner behind the couch, her stockings were rolled off and followed suit. He might be cautious with his clothes but she really could give a damn about wrinkles or creases. Removing the leather corset took a little time but she took a deep breath when the steel boned garment released her form from its tight compression. It was tossed lightly on the couch beside her clanmate, and her skirt followed a few seconds later. Wearing nothing but a black lace thong she quirked an eyebrow and chuckled, a fist resting on her hip defiantly.
So what's the terms? Time limit no holds barred or should we keep points or what? Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she explained, I do want to give you a sporting chance. Stretching, she rolled her shoulders and swung her arms, loosening her back and arms as she studied him.
Her eyes were cold as she began to visually disect him and calculate the amount of reach he was going to have on her both with arms and legs. Tight quarters like the small room would help normally but if he was very good in his chosen form it was inconsequential. Close and personal was the way he would be fighting. She'd simply have to be better, faster and more rutheless.
Fun times. If only she could pull it off.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander stood and bowed, keeping his eyes on his rather attractive opponent. She was lithe, athletic and fit. Alexander discounted the advantage of reach. The size of the room would keep them both fighting in close quarters. That could work to the advantage of either of them. True, she was smaller than him but she would have to get closer to him as well.
Alexander straightened and began stretching and loosening his limbs as he watched Celeste. If she was anything like Amberelle, Celeste would be quick and skilled in a variety of different techniques. Although he suspected that Celeste would use any tactic to win.
Alexander stepped closer to Celeste, never keeping his eyes off her. He placed on foot in front of the other and raised his right hand so his palm was facing Celeste. She mirrored his stance and placed her palm alongside his.
"Time is fixed. We have an hour. Points? If you wish to use it to determine my worthiness to court your cousin, then by all means do so."
Alexander smiled, his eyes kept firmly on Celeste's.
"Rules of engagement? Well it's pretty obvious both of us can take a beating. We can keep this up for the full hour, no holds barred."
Celeste stared hard at Alexander. "Agreed."
She had barely finished the word when Alexander grabbed her wrist and used it to spin towards her. Celeste cursed herself for falling for such an obvious gambit. He was a smooth talker. She blocked the elbow to the face, but couldn't stop the knee from driving into her stomach, forcing her backwards. She sucked in air and straightened quickly.
Two could play at that game. She grabbed back at Alexander's hand and kicked straight up, hitting the elbow. He let go of her then alright and pulled his arm back as if she had burnt him with fire.
Celeste grinned and licked her lips. Holding her hands like claws she moved forward, lashing out with the speed and power the Tiger's style was noted for. Alexander ducked and weaved, keeping his elbows in and arms shielding his upper body as she kept up the swift pace. Celeste smiled. All too easy. Her left foot snapped out from the knee and caught Alexander between the legs. He stifled a groan and stumbled backwards. She laughed and pressed the advantage, her hands moving like claws as she tried to rake his arms away.
Suddenly he shifted to the left, then the right, avoiding both her arms. Alexander lurched upwards and swiftly drove his palm into Celeste's nose. A strike that would have killed a mortal, driving the bone fragments into the brain. A strike that would incapacitate a lesser vampire. But it was a strike that simply snapped Celeste's head back and left her open to a second strike to the throat. She choked back the bile and instinctively lashed out at the left side of Alexander's knee, forcing him to halt his advance as he almost lost his footing.
With and explosive yell, she rammed a clenched fist into his sternum. Unfortunately there was no sharp crack to be heard, but Alexander did grunt as he stepped backwards and circled away to the left. He stepped aside as Celeste leg reach out for his side. Grabbing the leg, Alexander pushed forwards, forcing it higher. Celeste was more flexible than he expected and instead of being thrown off balance she threw her other leg around like a ball on a chain, catching Alexander on the side of the head.
Alexander's face contorted in pain as he released her leg. Celeste snickered in delight and grabbing his head with both hands pulled it forward, and brought up her right knee at the same time. Instead of a satisfying crunch. Alexander grabbed her leg and lifted her up. He rushed forward and rammed Celeste into the padded wall. Even through the padding, she could hear the wood crack. The lights flickered for a second but didn't fail. Celeste cried out and drove her elbow into the back of his neck.
Alexander let go and opened with a flurry of body shots that Celeste tried to block. Some of them struck home and she bit her lip to stifle the pain. The wall at her back wasn't where she wanted to be. Celeste hissed and headbutted Alexander on the bridge of his nose. He was forced back a few steps and she sprang forward, kicking him squarely in the chest. Alexander hit the wall and the lights flickered for a second time.
She dropped into a low stance and watched as Alexander straightened and stretched his neck to the left and right. What the hell was he doing?
Alexander laughed softly. "Now that we've got that out of our system lets get down to business, shall we?"
Celeste smiled and beckoned at him with her fingers.
Alexander straightened and began stretching and loosening his limbs as he watched Celeste. If she was anything like Amberelle, Celeste would be quick and skilled in a variety of different techniques. Although he suspected that Celeste would use any tactic to win.
Alexander stepped closer to Celeste, never keeping his eyes off her. He placed on foot in front of the other and raised his right hand so his palm was facing Celeste. She mirrored his stance and placed her palm alongside his.
"Time is fixed. We have an hour. Points? If you wish to use it to determine my worthiness to court your cousin, then by all means do so."
Alexander smiled, his eyes kept firmly on Celeste's.
"Rules of engagement? Well it's pretty obvious both of us can take a beating. We can keep this up for the full hour, no holds barred."
Celeste stared hard at Alexander. "Agreed."
She had barely finished the word when Alexander grabbed her wrist and used it to spin towards her. Celeste cursed herself for falling for such an obvious gambit. He was a smooth talker. She blocked the elbow to the face, but couldn't stop the knee from driving into her stomach, forcing her backwards. She sucked in air and straightened quickly.
Two could play at that game. She grabbed back at Alexander's hand and kicked straight up, hitting the elbow. He let go of her then alright and pulled his arm back as if she had burnt him with fire.
Celeste grinned and licked her lips. Holding her hands like claws she moved forward, lashing out with the speed and power the Tiger's style was noted for. Alexander ducked and weaved, keeping his elbows in and arms shielding his upper body as she kept up the swift pace. Celeste smiled. All too easy. Her left foot snapped out from the knee and caught Alexander between the legs. He stifled a groan and stumbled backwards. She laughed and pressed the advantage, her hands moving like claws as she tried to rake his arms away.
Suddenly he shifted to the left, then the right, avoiding both her arms. Alexander lurched upwards and swiftly drove his palm into Celeste's nose. A strike that would have killed a mortal, driving the bone fragments into the brain. A strike that would incapacitate a lesser vampire. But it was a strike that simply snapped Celeste's head back and left her open to a second strike to the throat. She choked back the bile and instinctively lashed out at the left side of Alexander's knee, forcing him to halt his advance as he almost lost his footing.
With and explosive yell, she rammed a clenched fist into his sternum. Unfortunately there was no sharp crack to be heard, but Alexander did grunt as he stepped backwards and circled away to the left. He stepped aside as Celeste leg reach out for his side. Grabbing the leg, Alexander pushed forwards, forcing it higher. Celeste was more flexible than he expected and instead of being thrown off balance she threw her other leg around like a ball on a chain, catching Alexander on the side of the head.
Alexander's face contorted in pain as he released her leg. Celeste snickered in delight and grabbing his head with both hands pulled it forward, and brought up her right knee at the same time. Instead of a satisfying crunch. Alexander grabbed her leg and lifted her up. He rushed forward and rammed Celeste into the padded wall. Even through the padding, she could hear the wood crack. The lights flickered for a second but didn't fail. Celeste cried out and drove her elbow into the back of his neck.
Alexander let go and opened with a flurry of body shots that Celeste tried to block. Some of them struck home and she bit her lip to stifle the pain. The wall at her back wasn't where she wanted to be. Celeste hissed and headbutted Alexander on the bridge of his nose. He was forced back a few steps and she sprang forward, kicking him squarely in the chest. Alexander hit the wall and the lights flickered for a second time.
She dropped into a low stance and watched as Alexander straightened and stretched his neck to the left and right. What the hell was he doing?
Alexander laughed softly. "Now that we've got that out of our system lets get down to business, shall we?"
Celeste smiled and beckoned at him with her fingers.
Celeste
17 years ago
It had been a long time since Celeste had been able to truely cut loose on someone who didn't know her every move and style like all of the De'Espionne clan did. She'd been determined to give no quarter and was delighted that Alexander would be doing the same. Then again, she didn't have anyone to impress and he did, didn't he? Already the younger vampire found herself admiring her clanmate. The odds of acceptance were on his side so far. Cel was almost giddy at the thought of what promised to be a good brawl.
Her training was kicking in as she unconsciously regulated her heartbeat and breathing, simple tricks their kind could use. It combined with the unique toughness known among the Anantya would keep her from tiring. Really it probably wasn't even necessary but it helped her stay centered. Waiting patiently with a deceptively sweet smile curving the corners of her mouth the Creole slowly psyched herself up for his first attack.
In a manner probably meant to agitate her he was taking his time, watching her cooly as she settled into a stance, feet staggered and her hands raised in loose fists. Two could play that game, Cel decided, so she didn't twitch a muscle but kept her eyes meeting his while Alexander seemed to work out his battleplan. That smile that curved up one corner of his mouth never faltered even when he lashed out without warning at all with an unexpected kick, the rest of his form still relaxed. Smacking it aside with nothing more than a soft 'tsk", Cel quirked a brow as if mocking him. Next were several flurried jabs of fists and elbows.
Even without the unnatural agility of her cousin, Cel bobbed and wove smacking them aside with open palms. He was fast, and while she did her best to make each action seem effortless and calm she was finding it more and more difficult to do. So focused on judging his speed and reach while weaving she didn't sense the sudden twist and knee jabbing into her side until it was too late to do more than take the hit with gritted teeth. A faint snarl came out and she stepped backwards some, moving away from his reach while her icy eyes glittered with annoyance.
Hmphing loudly, annoyed more with herself than anything, the vampire decided it was time to press her own case and unleashed a barrage of punches. Her fists landed like lead weights smashing into a brick wall. It wasn't common for Cel to fight someone as resiliant as herself and being unable to do more than cause some mild pain and irritation was requiring adjustments in her usual style. While she preferred to painfully maim and incapacitate her targets, slowly grinding them down into broken and bleeding shells that wasn't an option. Manuvering as Alex twisted and blocked, she forced him nearer the door and a corner. He had good spacial awareness she realized as he spun aside and avoided being pinned. Several quick steps backwards by him put a little distance between the two vampires as Celeste spun around, squaring her shoulders.
Blue eyes met and while Alex had a cool, placid expression Celeste just grinned widely. Lunging across the distance between them she stepped up onto the low platform with one foot and spun, bringing her other leg up with force as she moved through the air towards him. Easily avoiding the attack with a spin and a twisting motion he seemed slightly puzzled at her sloppy attack until he saw her pushing off of the far wall and leaping through the air, arms wide as she tackled him with all of the momentum she could gain from her thrust. She collided with him and sent him crashing backwards into the opposite wall and was pleased to hear the sharp rush of air out of him and the loud crack of his head against the wall.
Taking advantage of the split second he was recovering Cel furiously pummeled his stomach and brought her knee up into his groin with every ounch of strength she could. He doubled over with a gasp and she laughed, a dark and maniacal sound. Spinning on her heel the brunette wrapped one arm around his neck while grabbing the back of his head with the other and dropped to a knee as she jerked his head downwards and across her shoulder effectively flipping him over her to land on the ground with a thud. It was a move that could easily snap a human's neck or severely injure a kindred. About to deliver a larynx crushing punch he was too fast for her. Still struggling to catch his breath Alex reached upwards and grabbed the closest part of Celeste to him. Her shriek of pain as he brutally twisted her breasts was quite satisfying and he was able to roll away while she wrapped her arms around her chest with a hiss.
Her brow was drawn into a sharp frown as she glared daggers into his back before he spun to face her. Snarling she rose and began a series of knife hand chops and open palm strikes. Celeste was annoyed with him and her rage was shining out of her eyes. Astute, Alex didn't miss the change and decided to push her further. Affecting an almost disinterested demeanor, which he noted now seemed to make her teeth grind more, he took a defensive stance and worked to block the majority of her blows. It only took a few short minutes before her lip was curled back and she was flashing fangs in frustration. He wasn't fighting back and she was making no real headway. Reboubling her efforts she pushed herself hard. Seeing an opening he feined one way and grabbed her arm, jerking her past him. As she stumbled he gave her a sharp smack on the ass which was answered with a strangled yelp and howl of anger.
Her training was kicking in as she unconsciously regulated her heartbeat and breathing, simple tricks their kind could use. It combined with the unique toughness known among the Anantya would keep her from tiring. Really it probably wasn't even necessary but it helped her stay centered. Waiting patiently with a deceptively sweet smile curving the corners of her mouth the Creole slowly psyched herself up for his first attack.
In a manner probably meant to agitate her he was taking his time, watching her cooly as she settled into a stance, feet staggered and her hands raised in loose fists. Two could play that game, Cel decided, so she didn't twitch a muscle but kept her eyes meeting his while Alexander seemed to work out his battleplan. That smile that curved up one corner of his mouth never faltered even when he lashed out without warning at all with an unexpected kick, the rest of his form still relaxed. Smacking it aside with nothing more than a soft 'tsk", Cel quirked a brow as if mocking him. Next were several flurried jabs of fists and elbows.
Even without the unnatural agility of her cousin, Cel bobbed and wove smacking them aside with open palms. He was fast, and while she did her best to make each action seem effortless and calm she was finding it more and more difficult to do. So focused on judging his speed and reach while weaving she didn't sense the sudden twist and knee jabbing into her side until it was too late to do more than take the hit with gritted teeth. A faint snarl came out and she stepped backwards some, moving away from his reach while her icy eyes glittered with annoyance.
Hmphing loudly, annoyed more with herself than anything, the vampire decided it was time to press her own case and unleashed a barrage of punches. Her fists landed like lead weights smashing into a brick wall. It wasn't common for Cel to fight someone as resiliant as herself and being unable to do more than cause some mild pain and irritation was requiring adjustments in her usual style. While she preferred to painfully maim and incapacitate her targets, slowly grinding them down into broken and bleeding shells that wasn't an option. Manuvering as Alex twisted and blocked, she forced him nearer the door and a corner. He had good spacial awareness she realized as he spun aside and avoided being pinned. Several quick steps backwards by him put a little distance between the two vampires as Celeste spun around, squaring her shoulders.
Blue eyes met and while Alex had a cool, placid expression Celeste just grinned widely. Lunging across the distance between them she stepped up onto the low platform with one foot and spun, bringing her other leg up with force as she moved through the air towards him. Easily avoiding the attack with a spin and a twisting motion he seemed slightly puzzled at her sloppy attack until he saw her pushing off of the far wall and leaping through the air, arms wide as she tackled him with all of the momentum she could gain from her thrust. She collided with him and sent him crashing backwards into the opposite wall and was pleased to hear the sharp rush of air out of him and the loud crack of his head against the wall.
Taking advantage of the split second he was recovering Cel furiously pummeled his stomach and brought her knee up into his groin with every ounch of strength she could. He doubled over with a gasp and she laughed, a dark and maniacal sound. Spinning on her heel the brunette wrapped one arm around his neck while grabbing the back of his head with the other and dropped to a knee as she jerked his head downwards and across her shoulder effectively flipping him over her to land on the ground with a thud. It was a move that could easily snap a human's neck or severely injure a kindred. About to deliver a larynx crushing punch he was too fast for her. Still struggling to catch his breath Alex reached upwards and grabbed the closest part of Celeste to him. Her shriek of pain as he brutally twisted her breasts was quite satisfying and he was able to roll away while she wrapped her arms around her chest with a hiss.
Her brow was drawn into a sharp frown as she glared daggers into his back before he spun to face her. Snarling she rose and began a series of knife hand chops and open palm strikes. Celeste was annoyed with him and her rage was shining out of her eyes. Astute, Alex didn't miss the change and decided to push her further. Affecting an almost disinterested demeanor, which he noted now seemed to make her teeth grind more, he took a defensive stance and worked to block the majority of her blows. It only took a few short minutes before her lip was curled back and she was flashing fangs in frustration. He wasn't fighting back and she was making no real headway. Reboubling her efforts she pushed herself hard. Seeing an opening he feined one way and grabbed her arm, jerking her past him. As she stumbled he gave her a sharp smack on the ass which was answered with a strangled yelp and howl of anger.
Alex West
17 years ago
It was all about domination and control. And Celeste wanted both. That she was being stymied was interesting to behold as she began to lose patience and reveal her irritation with Alexander.
That didn't make her any less dangerous, if anything it made her more determined and ruthless. She went for the keepcaps this time, focusing on trying to weaken the limbs like a Muay Thai fighter would. She kept weaving in and out, jabbing with her left fist and striking with her legs. A good tactic thought Alexander as he gritted his teeth. The cumulative blows would eventually take their toll, no matter how resilient he was.
He began striking back at her own legs, timing it to coincide with Celeste's own blows. Alexander almost knocked her off balance when he drove down at the shin on her right leg. She back-pedalled and glared at him before dropping into a low stance, keeping her profile small as she tried to circle around him.
She was playing to her strengths now, using her speed and agility to get close and lash out like a mongoose baiting the cobra. Alexander was barely able to keep his hands from gently pushing aside her probing fists. On more than one occasion she slipped through his defenses and struck him with the strength of a nailgun.
Everytime he retaliated she would bob and weave completely within in reach. So he switched tactics again and pulled his arms in. Sensing weakness, Celeste pressed forward driving him towards the wall. Alexander smiled slightly and pushing his feet off the wall leapt straight over Celeste's head. A risky move, but she seemed unprepared for it. As he came down behind her, Alexander grabbed her thong and pulled it hard. It snapped in protest and he rolled away with it in his hands.
Celeste spun around and lashed out at his passing, but Alexander merely swung the broken thong around and let it wrap around her leg. She hissed at him for employing such a tactic.
Alexander bowed slightly. "You may try and remove my briefs if that is what you desire, Celeste."
"I'd rather beat that smile off your limey face!" she retorted.
She sprang forward, driving her fist towards Alexander's chest. He fell for the gambit and twisted to one side. Bringing up an elbow she drove it into the side of his face. He struck the wall with a resounding crack. Her follow up fist barely missed Alexander's head as he ducked and drove both his fists into her stomach. She backed up under the sledgehammer like impact.
Alexander smiled serenely at her. "My briefs are not what you desire then, I take it?"
That didn't make her any less dangerous, if anything it made her more determined and ruthless. She went for the keepcaps this time, focusing on trying to weaken the limbs like a Muay Thai fighter would. She kept weaving in and out, jabbing with her left fist and striking with her legs. A good tactic thought Alexander as he gritted his teeth. The cumulative blows would eventually take their toll, no matter how resilient he was.
He began striking back at her own legs, timing it to coincide with Celeste's own blows. Alexander almost knocked her off balance when he drove down at the shin on her right leg. She back-pedalled and glared at him before dropping into a low stance, keeping her profile small as she tried to circle around him.
She was playing to her strengths now, using her speed and agility to get close and lash out like a mongoose baiting the cobra. Alexander was barely able to keep his hands from gently pushing aside her probing fists. On more than one occasion she slipped through his defenses and struck him with the strength of a nailgun.
Everytime he retaliated she would bob and weave completely within in reach. So he switched tactics again and pulled his arms in. Sensing weakness, Celeste pressed forward driving him towards the wall. Alexander smiled slightly and pushing his feet off the wall leapt straight over Celeste's head. A risky move, but she seemed unprepared for it. As he came down behind her, Alexander grabbed her thong and pulled it hard. It snapped in protest and he rolled away with it in his hands.
Celeste spun around and lashed out at his passing, but Alexander merely swung the broken thong around and let it wrap around her leg. She hissed at him for employing such a tactic.
Alexander bowed slightly. "You may try and remove my briefs if that is what you desire, Celeste."
"I'd rather beat that smile off your limey face!" she retorted.
She sprang forward, driving her fist towards Alexander's chest. He fell for the gambit and twisted to one side. Bringing up an elbow she drove it into the side of his face. He struck the wall with a resounding crack. Her follow up fist barely missed Alexander's head as he ducked and drove both his fists into her stomach. She backed up under the sledgehammer like impact.
Alexander smiled serenely at her. "My briefs are not what you desire then, I take it?"
Celeste
17 years ago
She'd allowed herself to get riled up and forgotten the reason behind this little fight. Cel was going to have to rein back on her own enjoyment and regain her former clinical assessment. So far the Englishman was passing with high marks, but this was simply head to head fighting. She needed to see how adaptable he was to change, and what kind of man he really was.
If I wanted you naked I would have asked earlier, when we were indulging ourselves with the meatbag, she snapped sassily. Actually missing her long tresses for the first time in years the Creole wished briefly she had them to toss over her shoulder. Smirking, she struck a pose and looked up at him through her lashes, purring silkily Since you wanted me naked.. See something you like? She didn't wait for a response before laughing heartily. As wound up as she'd gotten in their fight that was dangerous water to tread so she didn't want to hear.
The sound still echoed in the room as her latest attack began. She assumed a bear stance and decided to try him at his own game. No where near as trained as she anticipated he was in Kuttu Varisai, she knew she would be able to at least assess his skill as they fought. Instantly recognizing the position Alex flowed right into a counter form and began to brutally assault her with punches, elbow jabs and stinging kicks. Cel kept her expression tight and merely ground her teeth against the building pain.
Each counter she tried, each punch, each kick and jab was done deliberately to show a feigned weakness, a specific hole in her defenses to see if she could lure the Brit into attacking it. Wincing and wheezing from a stinging elbow to her throat that brought sudden tears to her eyes her opponent finally made a move to slide through her "sloppy" left defense and she grinned. Visciously she pinned his right arm to her side as she brought her right fist down on his elbow with a sickening crack. Grinning, Cel doubted it was broken but it was quite possibly dislocated. Mentally nodding with approval at his being able to spot that, even if he did fall for a trap but that was something she could teach him a small voice in the back of her mind said.
He jerked away from her with a gasp and she fluidly switched to a more natural tiger style. Her hands curled into claws as she swung at him, her long red nails slicing through the air. He twisted, most likely to protect his still painful arm, and almost by accident she managed a hard slash across his left eye. He groaned and stumbled backwards and she paused for a heartbeat, shaking off the memory that particular wound brought to mind. Tightening her jaw she went back to the offensive as he concentrated on simply avoiding her. They circled and moved around the room in a dark dance to the sounds of fists slicing through air and feet sliding and shuffling over carpet.
Her mental calculations told her at least half of their allotted time had passed and there were still several items the young vampire wanted to test him on before giving her blessing. She needed to remember her priorities. But this was so much fun, her inner voice whined petulantly. 'Time for more fun then..'
Stepping away suddenly she flipped backwards and gave him a sharp kick in the chest. Instinctively reaching out to steady himself with his bad arm as he stumbled backwards Cel heard him gasp softly. His head snapped towards the hellcat in front of him in time to see her jump from the platform at him. This time though she wrapped her legs tightly around Alex's waist, her hands gripping the back of his head firmly. Her momentum had him bumping backwards into the padded wall behind him. He barely had time to draw in a sharp breath, eyes widening before she pressed her mouth to his in a hungry kiss.
It was meant to be a test, simply see how he responded to both temptation and suprise but suddenly the evening seemed to catch up to her and Celeste poured herself into the kiss with a low moan.
If I wanted you naked I would have asked earlier, when we were indulging ourselves with the meatbag, she snapped sassily. Actually missing her long tresses for the first time in years the Creole wished briefly she had them to toss over her shoulder. Smirking, she struck a pose and looked up at him through her lashes, purring silkily Since you wanted me naked.. See something you like? She didn't wait for a response before laughing heartily. As wound up as she'd gotten in their fight that was dangerous water to tread so she didn't want to hear.
The sound still echoed in the room as her latest attack began. She assumed a bear stance and decided to try him at his own game. No where near as trained as she anticipated he was in Kuttu Varisai, she knew she would be able to at least assess his skill as they fought. Instantly recognizing the position Alex flowed right into a counter form and began to brutally assault her with punches, elbow jabs and stinging kicks. Cel kept her expression tight and merely ground her teeth against the building pain.
Each counter she tried, each punch, each kick and jab was done deliberately to show a feigned weakness, a specific hole in her defenses to see if she could lure the Brit into attacking it. Wincing and wheezing from a stinging elbow to her throat that brought sudden tears to her eyes her opponent finally made a move to slide through her "sloppy" left defense and she grinned. Visciously she pinned his right arm to her side as she brought her right fist down on his elbow with a sickening crack. Grinning, Cel doubted it was broken but it was quite possibly dislocated. Mentally nodding with approval at his being able to spot that, even if he did fall for a trap but that was something she could teach him a small voice in the back of her mind said.
He jerked away from her with a gasp and she fluidly switched to a more natural tiger style. Her hands curled into claws as she swung at him, her long red nails slicing through the air. He twisted, most likely to protect his still painful arm, and almost by accident she managed a hard slash across his left eye. He groaned and stumbled backwards and she paused for a heartbeat, shaking off the memory that particular wound brought to mind. Tightening her jaw she went back to the offensive as he concentrated on simply avoiding her. They circled and moved around the room in a dark dance to the sounds of fists slicing through air and feet sliding and shuffling over carpet.
Her mental calculations told her at least half of their allotted time had passed and there were still several items the young vampire wanted to test him on before giving her blessing. She needed to remember her priorities. But this was so much fun, her inner voice whined petulantly. 'Time for more fun then..'
Stepping away suddenly she flipped backwards and gave him a sharp kick in the chest. Instinctively reaching out to steady himself with his bad arm as he stumbled backwards Cel heard him gasp softly. His head snapped towards the hellcat in front of him in time to see her jump from the platform at him. This time though she wrapped her legs tightly around Alex's waist, her hands gripping the back of his head firmly. Her momentum had him bumping backwards into the padded wall behind him. He barely had time to draw in a sharp breath, eyes widening before she pressed her mouth to his in a hungry kiss.
It was meant to be a test, simply see how he responded to both temptation and suprise but suddenly the evening seemed to catch up to her and Celeste poured herself into the kiss with a low moan.
Alex West
17 years ago
The force of the impact against the back wall jolted Alexander's shoulder so that his arm no longer felt limp. That was a bonus. Celeste had wrapped her long legs around his waist and proceeded to kiss him with an intensity that was both exciting and disturbing. Alexander let Celeste indulge herself, responding to her kiss as he slowly raised his hands to either side of her head. He turned around and pushed her into the wall, pretending to be moving with the flow of her advances against him.
Celeste's eyes sprang open as he whispered.
"Wrong De'Espionne."
With a cry he pulled back his head and drove it into her nose while at the same time he struck each closed fist hard against Celeste's ears. Her legs immediately slackened around his waist and she fell to the ground clutching the side of her spinning head. She moaned as tears were forced from her eyes.
Alexander stood calmly back and casually kicked her under the chin. Her head snapped back and hit the wall. Celeste let out a muffled cry of pain.
Alexander wiped his mouth, the thought of her kiss still lingering on his lips. He left her on the floor and sat back down on the couch.
Celeste stumbled slowly to her feet, blinking away the tears as her ears still rung with pain. Part of her was secretly glad at his response, another part of her was supremely pissed..
Alexander showed no inclination of getting up. She strode over to him defiantly and slapped him hard across his right check. He barely flinched and stared at her coolly.
Celeste clenched her fist to strike him again, but the look in his eyes was daring her to do just that. She turned her nose up at him and sat on the opposite side of the couch, crossing her legs slowly so he would undoubtedly see what could have, might have, been his.
Celeste's eyes sprang open as he whispered.
"Wrong De'Espionne."
With a cry he pulled back his head and drove it into her nose while at the same time he struck each closed fist hard against Celeste's ears. Her legs immediately slackened around his waist and she fell to the ground clutching the side of her spinning head. She moaned as tears were forced from her eyes.
Alexander stood calmly back and casually kicked her under the chin. Her head snapped back and hit the wall. Celeste let out a muffled cry of pain.
Alexander wiped his mouth, the thought of her kiss still lingering on his lips. He left her on the floor and sat back down on the couch.
Celeste stumbled slowly to her feet, blinking away the tears as her ears still rung with pain. Part of her was secretly glad at his response, another part of her was supremely pissed..
Alexander showed no inclination of getting up. She strode over to him defiantly and slapped him hard across his right check. He barely flinched and stared at her coolly.
Celeste clenched her fist to strike him again, but the look in his eyes was daring her to do just that. She turned her nose up at him and sat on the opposite side of the couch, crossing her legs slowly so he would undoubtedly see what could have, might have, been his.
Celeste
17 years ago
Why she was so pissed at Alexander for doing exactly what he should have was what bugged Celeste the most. It had been a long time since she'd done more than toy with a man, mearly stringing him on for the sake of a meal. She'd taken her pleasure from women for some time now, preferring the lack of painful memories they broght compared to men. 'Maybe that is it, just simple hormones.' Fuming, she crossed her arms and glared holes into the wall in front of her. The Creole felt ashamed, she'd lost control and that was very unlike her. Guilt was a nasty monster and it wormed itself in to her brain and she dropped her gaze with a sigh.
Sighing, she clenched her jaw. There was a job to do and a De'Espionne always finished. Enjoyable or not. Twisting she slid down the distance between them and slithered across him, straddling his legs before he could react. Sitting back she crossed her arms and glared at him almost daring him to say or do something. After a moment of silence she spoke coldly, her expression aloof and calm.
Don't go flattering yourself Westmoreland, you weren't supposed to like that. 'Neither was I,' she mentally berated herself. Her eyes glittered icily. But merde I didn't expect you to try and crush my fucking head! At that she smacked his shoulder lightly. Sighing, she continued. You're not bad. A few points could use improvement but overall I'd say you're up to snuff.
Studying him for a moment, she twisted her lips a little while she considered what all she still wanted to know. There was a great deal, but she needed to pick carefully or risk him storming off. That would be counter productive.
Tell me about you.. How did you meet Amber? And how long have you two been seeing each other? 'There,' she thought satisfied, 'Start with the easy and obvious questions and move into gathering info on him in a bit.' And.. what exactly has she told you about her family and what she does? Did, I guess she would say...
Sighing, she clenched her jaw. There was a job to do and a De'Espionne always finished. Enjoyable or not. Twisting she slid down the distance between them and slithered across him, straddling his legs before he could react. Sitting back she crossed her arms and glared at him almost daring him to say or do something. After a moment of silence she spoke coldly, her expression aloof and calm.
Don't go flattering yourself Westmoreland, you weren't supposed to like that. 'Neither was I,' she mentally berated herself. Her eyes glittered icily. But merde I didn't expect you to try and crush my fucking head! At that she smacked his shoulder lightly. Sighing, she continued. You're not bad. A few points could use improvement but overall I'd say you're up to snuff.
Studying him for a moment, she twisted her lips a little while she considered what all she still wanted to know. There was a great deal, but she needed to pick carefully or risk him storming off. That would be counter productive.
Tell me about you.. How did you meet Amber? And how long have you two been seeing each other? 'There,' she thought satisfied, 'Start with the easy and obvious questions and move into gathering info on him in a bit.' And.. what exactly has she told you about her family and what she does? Did, I guess she would say...