History of Love

[Anain]

He placed his long ivory digits along his face, caressing the flesh there softly after her outburst. “Oh ho, you’ve gotten quite comfortable with that Benito, Isabella..Company indeed, he’s a coward, a lowly whoreson on my boot heel, how dare you, remind me where my place is. Remember…I am older you…by far, I have been men and women alike for over seven hundred years; you think your pitiful threats scare the great Anain? Not by far. But I will comply for you, Dearheart… Only because I care for you so… I think my heart got the better of me…Please forgive milady…” *He bowed somewhat, letting his long ivory locks slip back the torturous glare he molted into the floor with. Damnable whore, how dare she treat him like this, damnable whoresons and their emotions. Always rifting and fawning over one another like rats. Blah!! He was the master and she was the pawn….damnable woman, it was all that Benito’s fault. He was tempted to walk to his car and open some arties with his blades in the center of the ballroom. How many men could he down before they finally got a hold of him, sixteen, eighteen, twenty? Could he still down that many men in single combat anymore? Of course, he was Anain the DarkHand. No, he would wait when the time was right; Benito would die, pooled in his own blood and stained with urine in his own trews, the fool.

As he rose he pressed his arm a crossed his chest and brought himself to full attention, letting his arm fall to his side slowly. He eyed her lightly, then he brought his hand up to caress her cheek, the thought of cleaving that pretty face of her’s clear off her pretty little head was almost tormenting. He leaned back and looked to the floor. He slowly curled his arm and looked into her feral-lighted eyes with a soft smile, his face showed he was sorry but deep within the confines of his soul, he wanted to kneels before him, and show him the respect she always had when she took a knee for him. He looked to her with a tilted glance. “Would like to dance, Milady or would you like me to proceed to the ballroom, you can “retire” to Benito if you like, whatever you prefer, Dearheart…”

He waited for her reaction to appease whatever flaunted desires she held within her own little mind, he seemed to slip within a void of his own desires as he waited for her. Cutting Benito’s pretty throat, the blades of his Serpent’s Tongue slitting and burning the flesh about the wound, crackling the jugular enough to let the blood seep down his chest and groin, while Isabella would watch…it almost saddened him to be this way, Isabella so beautiful, she was supposed to be his…not Benito’s how dare she crawl to that cackling fool, he would pay for his transgressions against him and his kin. He would know better!

[Isabella Rastafari]

Isabella_Rastafari:

*Her crimson lips turned downward into a snarl of disgust and rage as he dared to defy her so openly. As he chastised her like a small child, Isabella felt the blood boiling in her veins, and her eyes were burning embers of anger as she glared at him. He mumbled something of an apology, blaming his emotions for his outburst, but still! He had dared to defy her! Had dared to reproach her! A low feral growl began deep in her throat and if anyone had the sense to know her, they would know that now was the time to back the fuck away from her. And Anain did.. for a moment. But then, foolishly, he was back – holding out his hand to her stroke her cheek! Isabella recoiled in shock and disgust at the sensation of his finger upon her flesh and laughed in his face as he asked her to dance.

~Are you a fool? ~ she spat. ~ A complete and utter moron?! Yes, you are older than me Anain.. so fucking what?! If you think that your age gives you any excuse to address me in such a manner then your brains are clearly not residing in your head.~ As she spoke her hand flashed in front of his face again with such speed it was almost invisible to the naked eye. Her long dark nails raked over his face, seeking to draw more blood if he did not recoil in time. ~ HOW DARE YOU?!~ she screamed before aiming a kick at his groin area and turning on her heel. The tail of her long crimson jacket spun around her lithe form as her boot heels clicked against the hallway floor. Ignoring the hundreds of guests waiting for a word with her, Isabella stalked off towards the elevator at the end of the hall. She did not pause at the courtyard where Benito still stood, but instead walked into the elevator as the doors eased open before her. Before she reached up to press the button for her penthouse suite she glared back at Anain, *


AnainTheDarkhand:

He wasn t sure which part hurt more at this point, his face, or his family jewels. His ivory fingers pressing against the cobbles of the hallway. A soft gurgled moan came from his lips then as blood pooled neatly before him, he rose, the patrons still mewling around in the main hall, he slowly rose, touching his fingertips lightly against the cracked flesh in his cheek bone, the flesh and bone knitting back together slowly, and carefully. He brought his hand down to fall at his hip.* Aye, you may consider me stupid, Dearheart. But remember who was crawling into My bed in the dark, hungering for love, and lust&. I ll be the one to own you, you maybe the leader now, but soon, when Benito s blood stains the cobbles, your breath, your hair, your eyes, your breasts shall be mine again, you shan t be with another man while I still draw breath.. His whispers slowly echoed in the hallway as the light flickered and his eyes narrowed as she glared so definatly at him, Amazingly those eyes, once filled with lust for him, shone with a torrent of hate for his soul, how daring &.soon &.soon, Lovely, you ll be mine, he thought. He slowly made his way to the elevator. His footsteps clicking slowly, watching her. He pressed his long fingertips along the doors stopping them from closing. Your feisty Dearheart. Please forgive me for my impudence & allow me to make it up to you. I am only, but your humblest of servants



Isabella_Rastafari:

*She watched him approach and block the elevator doors from closing, but said nothing in reply to his statement. She merely stepped back, allowing him room enough to enter the elevator if he decided upon it. Her blood bubbled under the surface of her racing veins, and Isabella licked her lips quickly as her pupils dilated rapidly. Knowing full well that a handful of her minions wee scattered all over the hallway, their amber eyes fixed knowingly on the Leader and the way that she had reacted to Anains outburst, Isabella felt the need to escape their eager eyes. If he wanted to accompany her to her room, so be it. She sensed that they needed to have a serious discussion and clear the air, as it was clear he was harbouring more than a passing sense of ill feeling towards her. Fixing her burning gaze upon his, she hissed ~Do what you want.~ as her arms folded in front of her ample breasts while her boot clad left foot tapped her toes against the elevator floor impatiently. *


AnainTheDarkhand:

He stepped in with her and he watched her, he grunted softly and began to laugh somewhat, pressing the button upon the elevators doors. His blood almost boiling within, arousal that is, her eyes, her breasts, those hands. Anain get ahold of yourself, you need to think or she ll snap your neck, watch her temperament, aim for the high notes. He told himself slowly, he long finger nails clicking softly, repeatly, Anain, though with his mastery of clicking rarely used his strength as redeeming quality in his murders, killings, whatever you wanted to call it, it was foul to use it against mortal men and women. But nevertheless, warriors who stood against him died, and they died for over seven hundreds years. Pah, infants against the immortal gods they were. Sheep! but he resided back to Isabella and her finer points. He placed his hands against the wall and leant his back against it watching the numbers of the elevator.


Isabella_Rastafari: *She struggled to suppress her rage and took several deep lungfuls of air though the oxygen was not needed nor particularly desired. Her gaze flickered up to watch the glowing numbers as the elevator rose quickly to the penthouse suite. Finally, that familiar ding sounded and the doors opened to reveal the front foyer. The hotels management had ordered for the penthouse to be completely decked out to Isabellas taste, and she could not help but offer a small smile of satisfaction as her heels clicked across the black and white checked tiles of the foyer. Pulling off her many rings, bracelets and necklaces as she walked, Isabella threw them all into a large black marble urn that had once held the ashes of an old friend. Although the ashes had since found their home upon the winter breeze, Isabella had taken a liking to the striking urn and had had it shipped to the hotel several months ago. Without a backward glance at Anain, she walked straight ahead into the main living space and stalked over to the bar. She was about to make herself a drink, when she was suddenly reminded of Anains words. He was right.. he WOULD make it up to her. Why the hell should she make her own drink?~ Oh Anaaaaaain..~ she called, as one might call a puppy. ~Be a good little boy and make your mistress a drink?~*


AnainTheDarkhand:

Oh, how cheeky of her.. Witch!, make your own miserable drink! at this point, he only wished for a pair of size twenty three and half pair of red clown shoes, why? So he could cram them in a place in which made her squeal like a French whore all drunked up for a twelve foot sausage on Christmas. Oh how she would squeal when he rang her pretty little throat off the bartop only a few times &maybe more &.No….the beating he would save for Benito.. he did this to his Queen, that Benito did this to his beauty of the seven seas, he was the one that would pay, he was the one that would die &.and die he would, a miserable death of man. Coward He made his way from the elevator, his fine suit rustling as he moved, smoothly moving over the tile, watching her place her jewels and such in the urn. He nodded without word and made his way to the mini-bar and slowly began to make her favourite drink. Only for you, Milady, most greatest of Women, Huntress of men& *He choked upon the words and spat his hate for Benito with scorn, he turned with the drink, offering it humbly.* For Milady..


Isabella_Rastafari: *She laughed at his pathetic attempt at appeasing her with his overindulgent babble while he handed her the drink before she nodded her thanks and moved soundlessly over to the balcony. Pushing open the heavy glass doors, she stepped outside, relishing the feel of the cool night air against her moist skin. The sounds of the night rushed to her ear, tickling her earlobes with the soft breeze, and soon the sound of rushing blood in her ears began to subside. Soon, she could hear the sound of the traffic on the street many floors below her, as well as the lone hoot of a nearby owl. The full moon hung heavy and golden, silhouetted against the inky black sky like a fresh ripe apple, hanging from the branch of an otherwise barren tree. No clouds littered the sky, only the smog of the city obscured the sprinkling of stars from view and Isabella found herself calming down somewhat as she gazed up at the night sky above her. Sipping her drink, she rested one hand against the cold railing as she stood there and looked out at the sky. Sensing that Anain might be behind her and close by, she whispered ~Why? Why must you anger me so? You make me regret that it was you I chose for a partner so many moons ago..~ she turned to look at him, her eyes their now familiar violet hue. *

[Anain]

His eyes graced the ground, and he slowly removed his jacket and rolled his sleeves, knowing full well she may attack him. His steps did not faulter, he slowly wrapped his arms about her, he looked down to her, rubbing his ivory digits acrossed her soft flesh. He slowly pressed a soft kiss against her brow. He leaned back looking deeply within the confines of her eyes. “I have no wish to angry to you, Dearheart, I only wish to make you happy. My jealously made it’s own personal rapture within the confines of my heart. This Benito, I have seen how he sees you, he desires you, and that’s your choice, but I will remain as your guardian whatever the outcome, I love you now as I did when I first met you, I am proud to have loved you. What I said in the corridor is folly compared to my true feelings for you… You’re my enchantress in the darkening abyss, you captured my heart so long ago and you have kept it close every since. I care for you deeply, but I, will, and undoubtly respect you still, if you chose this Benito as your lover, I do not wish to hold you back from your feelings….How did the prophets of new say it? “If you love something dearly, and utterly, let it free…” *His eyes saddened as he brushed back her hair, and placed a loft a soft kiss upon her brow, laying his hands along her back, he slowly held her close to him, tears albiting him deeply. His raptured and tormented mind telling him to kill her, but his heart, beat softly and deeply for her, and her alone. He smiled and ruffled her hair.* “You, go to this Benito, and be happier with he then with I, Great heart. You and I are freed of our bond if that is what you wish, then it shall remain that way… “ *He nodded softly and he left his hands fell from her back and he slowly turned to make his way to his coat, he laid it upon his shoulders. He slowly made his way to the elevator, stopping, pressing the button upon the door, feeling the gaze upon his back side.

The devils like sent diease God called Jealously, was eating him away like fire ants to torn flesh. He slowly sighed and hefted the button once more waiting, silenting hoping her words would ring in his ears, the doors opened and he turned upon his heel, standing, gazing deeply within her eyes.

[Isabella Rastafari]

Isabella Rastafari:: * Standing on the balcony, with the sounds of the city swelling in the deep dark night behind her, Isabella allowed her gaze to come to rest upon Anain who was now standing so close to her that his breath caressed her skin when at last he spoke. She listened to his words, neither shocked or surprised to hear the deep affection he held for her. Dipping her lashes softly at the mention of Benito, Isabella broke her gaze from Anain and stared back out into the night as he spoke of the attraction between herself and the suave Italian who seemed able to manipulate her emotions so easily. She swallowed quickly, gulping for an unnecessary breath as her pale blue eyes gazed upon the moon that had shone so hauntingly over Benito and Isabella only moments ago. Anains voice faded to a dull whisper as a sudden rush of heat crawled over her body while she relieved the past hour in the span of several seconds. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her muddled thoughts, Isabella turned to look upon Anain who was now walking towards the elevator. He walked inside and turned, his sad gaze upon her as though he was waiting for her to ask him to stay. Her clouded vision cleared slightly as she gazed at him and she nodded slightly to herself before stepping forward.
~I need to get out of here for a while Anain.. let us hunt! I desire something.. young.. and .. fresh..~ she licked her lips eagerly as she stalked towards him standing inside the open elevator doors, her boot heels clicking on the marble floor. Ushering him aside, she stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. The ride was quick and uneventful and soon the sound of their footsteps were ringing out around the half empty basement car park. *


AnainTheDarkHand: He could almost taste the pity she held for him at that point, his eyes landed upon her body and he shrugged himself clear of the daunting thoughts of her fragile form, tainted thoughts blurred his mind as the sound of the bell rang out into his ears. Human, such pitiful creatures, relying on their guns, automatic weapons and grenades, he liked the good old days when you could kill a human man on fair ground with his own gun and just walk away. The old west, was centuries past and yet he could still taste the grit of the sand in hair and teeth, kicked up dirt as he and his steel grey stallion waltzed through the enemies. Fanning that old colt, sending those human bastards straight to hell it was funny to watch as the humans faces as they knew they were about to die, but back then, he had been a mere horse thieve .but guttering in deluded moments of his flaunted past would get him no where fast. He looked at the cars, grazing his hand over the trunk of a brand Chevy SSR
Humans and their material things… Immortals and their lust…. His whispered words danced along the wind as he walked, keeping his hand close to Isabella, in case need to react. Where would you wish to go, Isabell? The park, a rave? These young humans are like wild beasts…meat for the taking…



Isabella_Rastafari: *A sick grin twisted upon her dark lips as her light pink tongue flickered out to lick her bottom lip in anticipation. ~A rave… what a good idea… we can have a drink, listen to the stuff that the kids are calling music these days and feast until we can drink no more.. ~she nodded and laughed. ~Yes… a very good idea Anain. ~she smiled at him approvingly before quickening her pace. The urge to transform to her aerial form came upon her, but passed quickly as they finally stepped out of the basement car park and out onto the main road that led past the hotel. Casting her gaze up the building until they came to rest on the glass corner courtyard where she hoped Benito still was, Isabella offered up a slight wave in case he might happen to be looking down, before she grinned back at Anain. ~ So.. where’s the nearest Rave then? That warehouse on Parker Avenue usually has something going on, on a Saturday night.. hmm?~*


AnainTheDarkHand: His eyes flowed upward as she waved, they had been peaceful lovers and he was happy but now it was all drifting away, sadly. He couldn’t make it stop if he wanted too, perhaps if she began to date this Benito, he could retire from the first blood clan to something else, a life in exile maybe, perhaps take up his old ways of gun slinging? But then he would have to turn back time, and he was a warrior lost in this world. He hawked and spat his words with scorn as he watched her smile, keeping close but not close enough to smell her scent, it rolled into his nose and words of hate drifted into his mind. Kill her! Kill her now, her and that whoreson Benito, deserve their deaths, let them wallow in their own blood and piss!! He passed a near by window, his reflection no where to be found, how interesting he and his kin were. They came again, the emotions stronger that time, he stumbled somewhat and tried to shake it but still they came. Do you wish to die for this whore? Look what she is doing to you, playing and toying with your emotions, kill her, and feed your cold veins, they long to taste her blood again!! He groaned and rubbed his face and shook them clear gazing at the lines etched in the concrete. Aye, Isabella we can go there, taste the flesh of the young and sweet bliss of the un believers& *His own words, how he loathed what he had become..But soon when they walked Hand in hand, her and that Benito, he would be elsewhere..


Isabella_Rastafari: * She nodded and grinned as she turned to the right and began walking quickly towards Parker Avenure. As they walked in silence she sensed that he was still pissed off her, but it was a feeling she could neither acknowledge or protest. She could only hope that the thrill of hunting together as they once had would serve to reconnect their bond that they had felt for so long now. Soon, the sounds of the city were overcome by a deep bass beat that almost seemed to make the world around her vibrate in a steady rhythm. A group of young giggling girls with bright yellow glow sticks tied around their necks and wrists, burst out of a nearby doorway that had been decorated with the crude drawing of what was clearly supposed to resemble the female form. As another doorway depicted the male form nearby, Isabella was quick to realise that they had come upon the restrooms set up for the rave. While the thought of lurking around the toilets and waiting for someone to come by did flicker momentarily across her lust filled mind, Isabella preferred the thought of the hunt much more and she grinned over at Anain as she fell into step behind the group of giggling girls. A slightly chubby blonde in front of her called out to the others to “slow down a bit” as she bent over to readjust her bootlaces. The slight delay was all the opportunity Isabella needed and she swooped down upon the poor girl and dragged her off into the shadows before her group of friends even noticed her absence. Sinking her fangs into the soft flesh upon the girls neck, Isabella arched a slender dark brow as she tasted cocaine in the girls blood stream. The drug was nothing new to her, and while she had never partaken in it herself, she had fed on more than a handful of people who had. Draining the girl quickly and completely, Isabella let the girl slump to the ground while wiping the blood from her mouth with one pale hand. Glancing down at the girl, she murmured ~Nice boots!~ before reaching down to undo the long black laces. Gently easing the boots of the dead girls feet, Isabella tied the two boots together and threw them over to Anain. ~ Here.. catch! Be a love, and carry these for me will ya? Something tells me Im going to need both hands once we get inside!~ The cocaine tinted blood was now having its effect upon Isabella and she grinned evilly as her eyes sparkled at Anain. ~Lets go play! ~ she called out before skipping away from him and making her way to the warehouse entrance. *


AnainTheDarkHand: His eyes gliding over the dead girl with remorse, how far he had fallen from god s grace so long ago, so many times, he had battled, and long for a death that wouldn’t come to untainted hands. He felt Isabella’s mood lighten and he smiled at the thought of her feeding. But as he watched her a hand came up his shoulder and rasped voice etched along his ears. Change!!? Change Mister! You got any Change?! The ragged man smelt of urine and stale vodka, he almost regretted coming down into the alley to dispose of the body. He groaned and rose on the ball of his heels smoothly enough to say so. He thought of throwing the man into the wall and draining him, but the stale booze and urine smell made his nose contort. He hastily gave the man five hundred dollars and pushed him into the street. Stop drinking fool, and find yourself a home or a doctor.. by the Gods your smell could choke a yak.. Thanks Mister!! *He waved and pushed the vile smell from his nose and he dragged the fat girls legs into the alley way.. into a nearby sewer drain. He watched her face sink beneath the waste and he sighed and closed the man-hole cover. He sighed and rose hurriedly making his way past the people to stand behind Isabella s form, he rose slightly on his toes to see her breasts, some perks to taking advantage of a drunken female vampire..*


Isabella Rastafari: *She felt him arrive and stand behind her after disposing the body and she smiled at him over her shoulder before casting her cool blue gaze upon the bouncer at the door. Smiling coolly at him, she batted her lashes and laughed in the poor mans face as a slightly dazed expression clouded his eyes while a dopey grin formed on his small pink lips. As he swayed back and forth in front of her, Isabella could not resist a little nip at his ear as she walked past, and her tongue flickered out to catch the few drops of blood that had spilled from the large gash on the mans earlobe. The man was in such a trance that he felt no sensation other than joy at seeing Isabella herself as she sashayed past him and led Anain inside. The music was pumping, the bass so loud that her eardrums began to vibrate. All around her the sight of yellow glow sticks was almost disorientating, and she took a few moments to allow her vision to clear before she grinned over at Anain and looked deep into his eyes. They were able to speak telepathically and Isabella looked at him as her voice echoed throughout his head. ~See anything that takes your fancy?~ *

[Benito Senfetti]

(Just catching up where Benito is for this.)

He had not said anything just let his eyes linger upon them both even as Anain had spoken to him. He knew that he had no power over her, no power over his clan, and barely any power over the many feelings and passions that were kept deep down inside of his heart. And even now it took all of his effort just to smile at Anain and not kill him so he was unable to respond in any form of verbal communication to his comments. But this wasnt much of anything to him considering just as fast as Anain had arrived they both had left and standing there by himself he was forced to clench his fists and just look about with his eyes burning to almost an intense white. Finally as his the fire in his eyes had burned down and his hands slowly unfolded to rest on his legs he turned for the hallway leading out of the courtyard. Heading for the music and the noise, with the smell of sweat and liquor hanging deep in the air of the dusky room. His presense was but a flicker with the male crowd but in the First Blood females it was like a match to gasoline. His smile once again came out his pearl white fangs just grazing his bottom lip as he looked out at everyone in the room. Of course his first movement was for the bar for he was in no mood for a hunt tonight but that wasnt to say that one of this half intoxicated females, or then again perhaps a couple might be occupying his private room with him. If his feelings were so misfound as it seemed they were and if she wanted to pick some lowly dog over his high blood.

Shaking his head he just turned to have his drink, he raised the toxic drink to his lips and let the alcohol hinted with a flavor of raspberry slide down his throat instantly warming his deathly cold flesh. A voice sweet to his ears had made its way deadly close to him and turning to meet the question he heard the words once again, "Has our mistress abandoned you?" He turned to see two of the First Bloods standing bothing wearing some kind of tight fitting red leather dresses, short on both ends. His eyes lazily went from the legs straight up the perfections of womanly curves to the pale faces with red lips, His grin came genuine and came to a sick pleasure of his hunting techniques. He had planned on this being the start of his new life with Isabella but it seemed things werent going to be this way and if he was such a manwhore then he might as well stay at what he was good at.

The grin never faded but his image did as he appeared in an instant behind them, undetected by the acute senses of these two younger vampires. He let his warm breath travel over both of their pale necks as he grinned and whispered back lowly, "Yess...But it is alright she was chosen the lower grade over the higher grade. Let that be, her choice. Now I am sure there are two spaces now open in my chambers, would you be the ones to fill them" A shudder from both and a rise in their breathing just made him grin and a short spank on both asses sent them off to his chambers.

He turned now to yell for his aide, "Toni! Come here." a shorter young man of a seemly younger appearance came quickly to his master's bidding, "Please allow no one to my room this night and as soon as the mistress gets back tell her that I will leave men to take care of the problem but my presense is no longer needed and I will sail upon tomorrow's moon." Toni just nodded and ran off to see that preperations were made for everything that his master had just ordered. Finishing the drink he growled slightyl with a smirk and went off to his chambers.

[Isabella Rastafari]

(( very very very brief chat session.. sorry about the disappearing act Jay Jay ))

AnainTheDarkHand: The bass beat loudly, the echoing of the music, screaming, and clatter of the stomping. Over all, all he could hear was the pumping, soft pumping of their heartbeats. Human was so fragile in this demented plane, it was almost comical, their fragile forms deafening their senses and minds to the blurry inklings of life. Her words came to him then as if cutting through the storm, an arrow in the fury of a hurricane. She was his candle in the dark...Haha. He looked up, the repeating lights flashing into his eyes like a blur. As he was about to speak three women pushed their way passed him onto their way to the bar. Move it faggot! the words were almost dulled by the music, but the push that had come afterward, he has felt. His iron grey orbs rolling over the woman’s curves and she looked back with disgust, a slight grin hit his lips, arousal almost completely passed at that moment. She was beautiful for sure, but she would be dead if she had met him on the dark paths of his home. He looked to Isabella and placed his finger under her chin lightly, placing a soft kiss along her lips and he moved forward standing above the dance floor as the people moved and strove past him.* Only you, Dearheart..only you..



Isabella_Rastafari: *The sound of the deep bass reverberated throughout her entire being, and Isabella felt the music stir that long lost love of the dance that had been so deeply embedded within her. She had been trained in the art of ballet before she was sired and she grinned to herself as her body automatically began to sway and her steps fell in perfect timing to that deep beat that rang out over the empty warehouse that was the home of this nights Rave. A young male, no older than 19 with eyes of a deep dark grey slate caught her eye, and a sly grin came to her lips as her violet eyes met with his dark ones. Glancing back quickly at Anain, she saw the way that his eyes had roamed over that cheap slut that had mistakenly referred to him as a faggot. Although his words stated otherwise, Isabella knew that Anain wanted nothing more than to rip that girls throat apart, and as Isabella herself had other immediate plans she grinned at Anain ~I see the way you want her… go get her..~ before her eyes locked back on those grey pupils and she moved in closer to her prey. *



AnainTheDarkHand: He watched her cat-like movements, the boy had been dealt the death dealer s hand, another poor soul lost to their abominations of God. He shook his head, looking to his hands, then to his lean body, wondering how long it would take for his vampiric form to convert to ash or skeletal state without the blood of men.. He almost absently changed over the period of four hours, sound the jealously would rack him and he would change again, wishing to destroy Isabella and her new found glory.. Benito. .the name almost reigned the bloody fury within him, almost torrenting like a raging current or thunder storm, boiling, waiting to lash out at the unexpected. Soon he thought, when Isabella has forsaken him, he would die lonely and forgotten in the Vampiric war zone, or go home, to nothing but forgotten ash. Idly he had pushed his way to the bar, placing a soft hand along the woman’s shoulder and kissing her lips, her eyes fell upon him and he touched a finger to her lips and her kissed her again with forgotten passion. He leaned back caressing her face softly.* Whose queer, my dear lady? *He smiled and made his way into the darker corners of the complex, the woman followed, like a puppy, hoping, yearning for this man.. to swoon her.. all night. How wrong she was.. how wrong they all were..*


Isabella_Rastafari: *As she stared into those deep grey eyes, Isabella hummed softly to herself. The fact that the owner of those grey eyes could not only hear that soft humming over the deep beat of the bass or the hundreds of people dancing at the rave but could feel that humming washing over him in seductive waves, was a true testament of her power as Isabella merely smiled and drifted closer to him. Soon, she was standing inches from his face, her fingers reaching up to stroke the yellow glow stick that the poor fool wore around his bronzed neck. Broad tan shoulders were barely visible beneath the starched white shirt with an open collar that the man wore untucked over black pants, and Isabella reached one hand up inside the white shirt to run her fingers over the rippling abdomen muscles of this Adonis. Her hot pink tongue flickered out from between dark lips to lick along the bottom of the mans top lip before darting briefly inside his waiting open mouth. The man was now panting like a dog and Isabella smiled demurely before brushing past him and making her way over to a nearby dark corner. He trailed behind her, still in control of enough of his willpower to look around discreetly before following after what he no doubt assumed would be a quick lay. *



AnainTheDarkHand: The slip and crunching as they threw each other against the crates of the small storage room he had stumbled upon was deafened by the music. She began to go down upon his person and he knelt slowly, slipping his tongue into her mouth softly, she began to touch him, and he groaned. He almost doubled her over and made love to her, but his ivory flesh moved from her crimson lips and he slowly wrapped his arm about her back, placed his talons along the small of her spine, waiting, as his lips pressed against the nap of her neck. He still wasn’t sure what hit her first, the choking of her life being drained from her throat, or the talons seeping under the plates of her spine, slowly dislodging two and tearing them from her as she played with him. She went limp against him and he slowly drained her there. He arose and let her body slump to the floor, she was a beautiful woman, he regretted taking her life in that moment, he zipped his fly and slowly dragged her body to where they had some corrosive materials stored on the shelves of the warehouse, he then poured the liquids upon her breast and her lower areas. Her neck and face were badly burnt by the time he was done. He let the bottle lie between her large well-endowed breasts, and he sighed, there would be nothing left of her neck after the drained. How they killed was appalling, but he was not the first to kill this way…no. He washed his fingertips in a nearby mop bucket and eased himself back into the throng of partygoers, making his way to the door.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*The warehouse was dim. Full of deep, dark shadows illuminated only briefly by the occasional appearance of a flickering blue fluorescent light. Shimmering throughout the darkness – a butterfly trapped in a spiders web of death. Fluttering and flickering here and there, but never to escape the darkness of its demise. The scent of death hung heavily in the air and Isabella grinned as she took in a deep breath and inhaled the sacred scent.

It was the flickering blue light that she gazed upon as she let the bearer of those incredible pale grey eyes fall to the floor. The drug laden blood that now filled her senses completely began to bubble slightly as her blank violet gaze hovered on the flickering lights above her. Despite her “old world” appearance, those who did not know her could assume that she was nothing but a little girl lost by the forlorn, wistful expression she wore while she watched in wonder as the spider ate the butterfly time and time again. She was not “lost” however. She was tripping out and she was relishing every minute of it.

Due to her responsibilities as leader of the First Blood Clan, Isabella rarely let her hair down and completely relax. Tonight though was different.. she needed to relax. The recent threat upon her clan and income had weighed heavily on her, and now Benito Senfetti was stirring up all kinds of thoughts best left unthought of. Shaking her head so that her long dark locks spun around her frame before settling upon her shoulders like the darkest purest silk, Isabella scanned the crowd for Anain. Not seeing him immediately, she shrugged and looked down at the body by her feet. A small flower of dark red was now visible on the shoulder of his once white shirt, and Isabella knew that the tell tale fang marks would cause a few problems. Normally, she would summon a clan member to dispose of the body in a way to avoid suspicion, but tonight she felt strangely uninhibited. Stepping over the body, Isabella chuckled to herself as she joined the throng of people that were dancing around her. Making her way through the crowd, Isabella began to look for Anain. *

[Benito Senfetti]

It was a deep, dark, sweet mix of anger and frustration that he took a final look around the room at his fellow brethren and with a short soft snarl to himself he turned and began to walk from the bar his head straight for the corridor that would lead him straight to his quarters. The absense of anything in his mind that purely showed himself made it apparent he was blind, deaf, and dumb to the conversation with Isabella earlier. His feeling of shortcoming and powerlessness gave him the instant need to be special. He had offered himself, if not silently, to Isabella and she had picked a rat. Therefore in his mind he simply had no place to turn but to those who thought him to be intoxicating.

Isabella being the leader she was, was the only one to actually bring his notorious past to his face as everyone muttered behind his back. And now faced with it he found that it was wrong the way he had gone about things but the simple fact of the matter he lacked the love and power that he craved. Blind to the fact that he could explain himself and stand and fight he figured that he would try to replace Isabella with thousands...millions...maybe even every single beauty on the planet, just to see if the sex and the blood could make his lust for such things go down, to see if the ache in his unbeating heart go away.

"My lord, you retire so early? Have you no orders based on Lady Isabella's breifing?" Came the voice to stop him in his tracks just as he was about to make his way down the corridor and with the smoothness he was known for his body seemed to spin as if that was what it was made to do. The voice was one of the captains of the military like division of the clan, Smiling he just shrugged his shoulders and spoke, "I have come not here to deal with her problems. Your job is to solve everything and my orders on behalf of my father is to go ahead and follow the orders of Isabella" The Captain just bowed his head in respect and he spun once again and exited the bar heading with a sense of urgency to his quarters.

His entrance to his quarters was swift and only followed by the hush of the female's breath being caught in their throats at the sight of Benito. He just grinned at them giving the signal that they must wait for him. He entered the bathroom adjacent to his room and stood before the white porcelain of the cold bathroom. He felt no disgust but his mind did travel onto what exactly Isabella would say when not only she found out his departure was eight days early but he had just kept his reputation after defending himself in her graces.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*An hour and several bodies later, Isabella was bored and no closer to finding Anain in the crowd. She had called out to him telepathically more than a few times, but he either couldn’t or wouldn’t answer her. Shrugging her shoulders, Isabella glanced around for her last victim of the evening. Her pale eyes scanned the sea of glow sticks and jumping thriving bodies around her as her whole body hummed. And then, within seconds, her eyes locked on her next target.

He was a rather well built man, easily standing over 6 foot tall and he seemed to like to use his height to his full advantage. She watched in silent amusement as he stood over women, using his height to intimate and invade the women’s personal space. As his hand slid down to grope the ass of his latest conquest attempt, Isabella rolled her eyes and suppressed a laugh as the blonde slapped him across the face and walked away from him. The pervert merely smoothed back his slick greasy hair and scanned the crowd for his next attempt. Stepping into full view of his gaze, Isabella made damn sure that she was the one he would have to choose. As their eyes locked and a knowing grin curved his lips, Isabella dipped her lashes shyly and allowed him to come to her.. it was so much more fun that way..



Less than twenty minutes later, she was stepping out into the night once more, her quickened steps taking her swiftly from the throbbing bass before she screamed out into the night and quickened her pace to a run. As her legs gathered speed until they were nothing but a dark blur, her arms extended out beside her torso and began to flap so fast they were in perfect time with her other limbs. In less than seven seconds, she had transformed completely to her aerial form, and with a full stomach and her blood lust somewhat relieved, the bat flew back to her roost.

Arriving back at the hotel only moments later, Isabella flew to her open bedroom window, transforming back to her Vampiric form as she flew inside. Heading straight for her bathroom, Isabella drew herself a bath and emersed herself into the boiling hot water for more than an hour. As she bathed, her thoughts turned back to Benito and she sighed deeply before losing herself in the hot steamy water. After drying herself off and slathering vanilla body butter all over her alabaster skin, Isabella slipped into a dark purple satin nightgown and padded barefoot out of the bathroom, towards the door of her bedroom. Pausing to grab a large bristled brush off her nightstand, Isabella began to brush her long dark hair with her right hand, while the left hand opened the doorknob. Sticking her head out of the open doorway, she called out to the guard who was standing outside her door. ~ I have returned home Saul.~ Saul blinked and turned to bow slightly before Isabella as he then moved quickly towards her.

~M’lady.. Mr. Senfettis’ man has informed us of his intention to leave upon tomorrows moon. He has advised that he will be leaving men to take care of the problem but he himself shall be leaving as he is no longer needed. ~ Saul then bowed again and moved back three steps to resume his position guarding Isabella’s room. Isabella herself glanced blankly at Saul before closing the door slowly and standing, staring at the closed door before her for several moments.

~Leaving?! ~ she muttered between clenched teeth. ~ No longer needed?!~ Snarling in frustration, she threw her long hair over her shoulder before she turned on her heel and marched over to her bed. Throwing the brush onto the bed, Isabella ran her fingers through her slightly damp hair in an attempt to keep it out of her face. Reaching her large dresser and closet, Isabella yanked open the closet and pulled a long purple satin robe down off its hanger. Pulling it on quickly, she tied the sash around her narrow waist as she made her way back to the bedroom door. This time, she stepped through the doorway, calling out to Saul that she had some business to attend to before she stalked off down the hallway on her way to Benito’s room.

She was standing before his door less than ten minutes later, her face inches away from Benitos trusted man Toni. Toni was rambling on about following his masters orders. Apparently, he had instructed Toni that no one was to come to his chambers tonight. And by the sound of the moans and groans coming from the room, Isabella could fully understand why.

A deep sinking feeling began to reverberate throughout her being as she growled in a low voice to Toni ~You tell your master that I am here and if he then tells you to have me leave, I shall.. not before then..~ she stepped closer to the young vampire and licked his scruffy cheek with the tip of her tongue as her right hand reached down to squeeze his balls. Hard. ~ And my pet.. if I have to repeat myself again, I shall just kill you where you stand and go in anyway. ~

Smiling sweetly for a brief second before the smile slipped into a frown as she crossed her arms and glared at the closed door, Isabella waited to see if Benito would be man enough to see her. *

[Benito Senfetti]

It had took him quite a few moments before he finally gained the gaul to pull his face from staring at the marble countertop that had been his "mirror" of sorts in that bathroom. He finally stared towards the door and removed his clothes slowly slipping on his long black robe that had his elegant B insignia in red against the darkness of the robe. His exit was another hush apon the two females who had waited so patiently to get a taste of how legendary his loving was and it was only but minutes after he had taken that robe from him and had began to partake in pleasures with the females that the commotion had started outside his door.

A knock on the door fueled his deep growl as he rose from between the two female's embrace. "What?!" His voice came out at a rigid and deep tone. He was only more aggitated to hear that it was Toni speaking to him, "My lord I...I-Isabella is here to see you sir." He had noticed now that he stood inside the door quire obviously scared. Benito just rose from the bed motioning to the girls in a dismissal. They scrambled for their clothes while Benito took up his robe and tied it at his waist allowing it to fall open to reveal his well defined chest down to his trail of hair where finally his robe covered him. He then nodded to Toni and motioned to the two girls and the corridor which was an alternate exit knowing what their mistress would do to them for this ordeal. Toni bowed and headed with both of them to the corridor.

His steps brought him directly to the door in which he had no problem once again reopening and stepping out to meet Isabella eye to eye. His anger and distain for his unadvised and unexpected dismissal on her part was deeply laden in his heart as her choice of another male over him. He wasnt angry, no this wasnt a passion of hatred but rather of feeling. He finally after a few brief moments of looking at her spoke in a rather soft emotionless tone his accent becoming not so deeply laden, "My lady, You grace me with your presense though I believe I have had my men instructed to let you know that they will help and in my uselessness I will be returning to Rome. I may only be a number two but I have my duties and if you have no use for me then I shall return to my home"

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Toni slipped inside the room and disappeared while Isabella tapped her bare foot patiently against the carpeted hallway beneath her. Her eyes, normally a pale violet blue, were now glowing a slight aqua as her angered feral amber began to tinge the corners of her irises. Slender hands slid onto satin encased hips as she glared at the door that was now opening. As she watched, Benito stepped into full view in all his manly glory.

With his strong torso blocking most of the doorframe, it was difficult for her to see into the room behind him, but by the sudden silence inside of the room, she was able to tell that Benito’s guest had already departed… or.. perhaps.. she was hiding. A slight frown of frustration creased her otherwise flawless porcelain skin as her eyes flickered back to gaze upon Benito. She felt her eyes roam over his muscular form, her gaze being drawn back to his muscular bare chest and that thin trail of hair that slipped down to the robes sash. Swallowing slightly, she forced her eyes to lock with his as she stood directly in front of him. She nodded at his words, absently tucking a long strand of her dark hair behind one ear.

~ I have received your message Benito.. though I must wonder why you did not see fit to deliver it in person?~ she then moved to push past him and managed to squeeze beside him to slip through the open doorway. Immediately she began tearing pillows and blankets off the bed, curtains off windows and cushions off chairs. Her long dark hair streamed around her head as she worked quickly but silently. When at last she was convinced that Benito’s mystery rendezvous had departed for the evening she turned to look him in the eye.

~ I am curious Benito.. why is it that you deem yourself useless in the required task? I need assistance, YOUR assistance.. that is why your father sent you. Of course you can leave me some men.. you could leave me hundreds, it wouldn’t make any difference…..~she trailed off, staring at him sadly for a few seconds before murmuring. ~ If I want minions I’ll use my own..~ with a deep sigh she turned away from him and walked over to the balcony doors.

The room was oppressingly claustrophobic and having Benito looking so dangerously alluring made her feel the need for some fresh air. Pulling open the doors, she stepped outside and smiled up at the full moon that was just preparing her descent as a new dawn began to rise. The sky was a deep plum rose with wisps of dark purple clouds and Isabella thought it was the most beautiful sight she had seen in a long time. Smiling sadly, she hugged herself and stared up at the moon as she waited for Benito to join her. *

[Benito Senfetti]

Only beginning to open his mouth she had already rushed past him into the room and he watched as she tore up the room looking for the culprits, he knew that she knew exactly what he was up to but the simple fact of the matter was that he felt that he didnt have to change the way he was acting just because she said so, afterall she had picked Anain over him. Finally when she had finished ripping up his room he just stared her in the eyes as she spoke to him again. He looked away for a minute with no answer and watched then as she walked out to the balcony area. He stood for a minute in a solitary thought before he came out into the same area facing away from her, refusing to look at the moon for the painful memories from just earlier.

"You know, I dont see how the task you have set down would be solved by me. I had halfway hoped that in coming here I would find that you..." His voice was soft and warm like a loving embrace but in it his accent just made it so intoxicating to the ears it was a downfall and a blessing and yet now a seriousness took place that was unusual, "Find that you had wanted me here for yourself. I think I made it quite obvious earlier that you alone are the only reason I came here. And even though I dont understand it I accept your choice of Anain over me. And so is the reason I shall leave upon tomorrows moon."

With that he felt as if he had dismissed himself and he took one last glance up at the room and turned and walked back into the room staring around at the walls and sorting through his thoughts. He really was unsure of just about everything but as soon as he could get home and get over her everything would just be better.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*She sighed heavily as he finally approached her, only to chastise her for what he assumed had been her earlier decision. The fact that she had chosen to avoid a scene while seeking to have some time to think about the emotions that Benito had managed to stir within her, seemed to have gone against her in his opinion of her. This realisation caused her shoulders to sag slightly. He had completely misunderstood her actions and intentions but before she had time to rebuff his claims, he had turned and disappeared back into the room.

Taking a deep breath, Isabella flicked her long dark locks over her right shoulder as she frowned slightly and strode into the bedroom. A few more steps was all it took to reach Benito and slip a hand through the crook of his arm in an attempt to turn him to face her.

~You think that I chose Anain over you? Why on earth would you think that? Because I left with him?~ her eyes began to glow a deep amber as her anger and frustration threatened to boil to the surface. ~You are right, you did make your feelings perfectly clear as to your intent behind your arrival. And I apologise if I did not handle the news in a way deemed more appropriate by you. However, Anain arrived when he did, and by that time I needed space to think and process what information you had just disclosed.. ~she trailed off, her eyes quickly paling as the amber glow began to diminish. Gazing at him sadly she spoke in a slow, slightly pained tone, hoping to explain her actions.

~I did not “choose” Anain over you. I was merely hoping to avoid a scene and be forced to discuss something that I would rather process privately before the news is declared to all my clan. It appears my attempt was in vain however, as it was made abundantly clear where my interest lies…There is no mistaking how I feel about you, and while Anain is a trusted friend, he has nothing to do with you and I. It is only you Benito.. only you.. ~ she trailed off, her pale gaze locking with his as she allowed her words to sink in.

After several moments however, she cleared her throat and moved away, reluctantly tearing her gaze from his.

~You however take comfort in the first slut that will spread her legs for you.. yet I am supposed to ignore your legendary reputation as a serial womaniser?~*

[Benito Senfetti]

He was in every way surprised by her comment to him and in a way hurt by it for his rash actions so that when she turned him, he turned willingly but his eyes found it hard to find hers and keep still but as he willed it, it happened and they stayed glued there staring into those beautiful orbs of hers.

Her second round of words were like stabs into his heart as he realized that his easily defeated, easily angered attitude had gotten the best of him once again. He watched her eyes unable to respond wanting to use a gentle touch of his hands and his lips to seal this to let her know exactly how he had wanted to see things but as she tore away from him and blasted him with her next comment he stood there as if she had just shoved a sabre through his stomach.

Finally after a few long moments to himself he slipped up behind her his hard body now letting no space between them as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Isabella...I will not lie but correct you to say that there were two of them. You do not let your worth in me shine to its full potential. It would take more than this world has to offer to replace you in my heart and after I thought you had dismissed me in your heart I couldnt handle myself. If it makes you feel better I had just gotten to bed and you stopped anything but touches from happening. But before you decide to send me from you I want you to remember that I will always remain loyal to you. And remember even if you decide me unfit for your presense I am always with you...Right here."

With his last words his left hand slid over the top of her left breast over the heart that was there maybe not beating but it was there, he touched her right there to show her before he finally stepped back from her and moved closer to the bed sitting at its edge and running his hands through his hair and finally holding his head his eyes closing.

[Isabella Rastafari]

* A slender dark brow arched precariously above one violet orb, as he admitted to her that there had in fact been two sluts in his bed, not one.. Knowing that he had recently been intimate with not one other female, but two; only served to cool her lust for him while stoking her growing inferno of rage that bubbled just beneath the surface. Her jealousy was entirely consuming and also confusing, as she had never experienced something so intense, yet she felt unable to escape.

So overpowering was her jealousy that it took a few moments before his hard body pressed up against her finally registered. His words reached her ears and over the pounding of her eardrums she heard his reassurance that she had arrived before anything had happened with the two other women. The feel of his hand upon her chest, over her dead, unbeating heart caused a sudden rush of heat to race through her that was as unexpected as the sudden thump of her previously unused heart. She blinked and licked her lips as he moved away from and sat on the edge of the bed. She waited a moment, wrestling with her inner conflicting emotions before sitting down on the bed beside him. Reaching over to take his hand if he allowed her too, she spoke softly.

~Benito.. ~ she began but trailed off as she searched for the right words. ~M’love.. ~ she laughed quietly, a deep chuckle in her throat. ~ It feels strange to call you that, yet I feel it to be so true. In all my years of my dark life, my heart has been devoid of life.. until this night, here with you… However, it is late. While I would love nothing better than to fall into bed with you right here and now, I am too much of a woman to slip between the sheets of a bed that has so recently been occupied by not one other woman, but two..~ she left that statement hanging in the air between them for a moment so that he would know she was still not happy about that course of events, before she continue.

~Tomorrow is a new day though, and I look forward to continuing with this then? Let us both get some sleep and approach each other with fresh minds in the morn..~ Chewing on her bottom lip, she smiled up at him hopefully, wondering if he was going to kiss her goodnight. *