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Post by CHRISTIA AGLIONBY on Jun 15, 2010 17:06:58 GMT -5
  Music sounded in her ears, the bass so loud it felt like it was beating against her skin. The change was sudden; one minute she was outside in the peaceful night, and the next she was surrounded by people and loud music. Chris smiled as she made her way through the crowded club to sit at the bar. This was her scene. Not that she didn't like the peace and quiet of night, but she was a very exuberant person. The noise, the atmosphere, everything about a night club appealed to her. She loved how busy everything was, the dancing, the drunk people who didn't have a clue what was going on. Though there weren't very many drunks just yet; it was early. In a few hours there would be plenty stumbling around.
Chris sat down, crossing her legs so she didn't flash anyone; she was wearing a short jean skirt, so if she wasn't careful some lucky guy would get a peak of her black lace underwear. But she would be careful, only the ones she wanted to see would see anything. On her torso was a tight black corset, and on her feet were five inch black heels. She was only five feet, two inches tall, so she was in the habit of wearing tall shoes. People tended to think smaller individuals, especially girls, couldn't handle themselves. Chris could, she was good at fighting, and could use knives and guns. It was just easier if people didn't try anything in the first place.
The bartender ignored her; he knew she wouldn't want anything. Chris owned the club, and the staff knew what she was. At least, most of the staff knew. Though technically she could drink, if she wanted to. But she didn't, normal food no longer interested her. If she drank anything that night, it would not be the alcohol behind the counter, it would be the red hot liquid that ran through a human's veins. The thought of blood, of the wet pulse just under the skin, just out of reach... It made her close her eyes, lick her lips, and smile with eager anticipation. But she would wait, hopefully for a willing donor. If not, she would be forced to attack and unsuspecting human, but not in her club.
She opened her eyes and inhaled deeply, controlling her urge. It was second nature to her by now; she was over three hundred year old. By now she knew how to not get in trouble, how to lay low. The first few years she'd been a free vampire, she'd killed several people, but she'd spent a lot of time trying to control herself. She didn't want to relive those awful first few years. Now, if she could, she fed on willing victims, and if she couldn't, she never killed. She only drank enough to satisfy the thirst.
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Post by DARIAN LAURENT on Jun 18, 2010 23:37:16 GMT -5
 { FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRDarian made his way into Guilty Sins, he had just got back from a week long trip to France. It was somewhat of a vacation, visiting his old friend, Florence, and walking through the streets of France. But he had really gone their for business, some childish group of vampires and moved into the area and were trying to take control of it. So, Darian just went over there and took care of them. They now resided in a dark basement in his castle, locked in coffins.
After the week long trip, Darian thought it was only right to go and visit his good friend Christia. He walked up to the bar and sat next to her. "I have never seen such a beautiful rabbit as you." he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek. A small smirk spread across his face as he leaned back into his chair. It was nice to be back in New York and to see Chris again. Applewood seemed to be his home now, every time he went back to France it was always for business with a side-note of Florence. It just didn't hold the magic it had before he moved to America.
Darian smoothed his hands over his skin-tight leather pants. He liked tight clothes but they made it hard to sit sometimes. Unlike his pants, his shirt was a loose, white button-up shirt that was unbuttoned. There was a bright red scar across his chest from years ago when he was still human, a battle-wound. There were a few other scars scattered across his body but that was the most noticeable one.
"How are you? Did you miss me while I was gone?" Darian asked, watching some girl dancing. She was barely wearing anything and looked rather tasty. Unlike Chris, Darian didn't care if he killed someone he had done it hundreds of times. But he didn't like to kill someone around Chris. He knew how much she was against that sort of thing and he admired her too much to flaunt a kill in front of her. She still looked like she'd make a good meal though, maybe later he'd go and find her.
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Post by CHRISTIA AGLIONBY on Jun 19, 2010 22:09:01 GMT -5
Chris tapped her foot against the bottom bar of the stool she was sitting on, staying along with the beat of the music pulsing around the room. Her light gray eyes scanned the crowd, watching the dancers slide up and down their poles. After a few seconds she grew bored; she'd seen them dance a thousand times, it got old after a while. She was surprised by the number of regulars who came in, and had been coming in for a while. Didn't they ever get bored? But then again, she got laid on a regular basis, she doubted any of the regulars ever got anything. Or at least, the people they were getting it from were all ugly and lacked talent. Chris didn't have that problem; she didn't have sex with people who were ugly or just failed miserably. At least, she tried not to. Sometimes a one-night stand turned out to be got awful, but she always had people like Darian when she needed someone.
A wide smile graced her lips when she saw that very man walk into the club. Her eyes followed him as he approached the bar, where he sat and proceeded to place a kiss against her cheek. He was one of her best friends, and definitely her oldest friend. He was both the oldest vampire she knew, and her longest friend. Actually, he was her first friend after she was changed. But, sometimes, they went beyond what was thought ok for friends. People now-a-days called it being 'friends with benefits', and Chris had to admit it was a fitting term. Darian was amazing in bed, but he was also a ton of fun just to be around. The one problem she had with him was his lack of morals; he had no problem killing humans. She suspected he even found pleasure in it. But he was good about not doing it in front of her, so she had just decided to ignore it.
Chris looked at him, still smiling, her eyes twinkling happily. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, managing to keep her balance on the stool. "You know I did." She replied to his second question. And she had missed him. A week was a short span of time, but it was long enough. She didn't exactly like going a week without seeing one of her closest friends. After a few seconds she pulled away and moved so she was facing him, and not the audience that was beginning to gather around the stage. There was a show in a couple minutes that everyone was preparing for. "I'm good, really good. How about you? How was the trip? How's Florence?"
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Post by DARIAN LAURENT on Jun 20, 2010 0:03:05 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRDarian hadn't realized it until Chris hugged him, but he hadn't really relaxed since he left for France. He relaxed in her arms, hugging her back. It was nice to finally relax, he'd been so busy in France that he barely had time to breath. Even his time with Florence wasn't very enjoyable, not like it used to be at least. Darian was actually considering having him move to New York so they wouldn't be separate anymore. But that would risk his home in France, maybe he could find someone he trusted to take it over in place of Florence.
He managed to peal his eyes off of the dancing girl and looked at Chris when she pulled away from him. "I'm great now that I'm back. I missed New York and France just is business to me now. But I dealt with the problem. Florence is alright, he missed me a lot. I was actually thinking about having him move here. Do you think I should?"
Darian watched her carefully, he wasn't sure how she would respond to that. If Florence moved there she would lose a lot of his attention. They'd probably hang out less but it wouldn't be like they wouldn't hang out. If it were her asking him the same question he'd say it was a terrible idea just because he'd lose her attention. But he lived for attention, that was just his personality.
The people on stage started dancing and Darian couldn't help but watch. Oh well, if he missed a crucial facial expression, showing her extreme dislike towards the idea. It really wasn't that much up to her, he might go ahead and have him move just to spite her. Maybe he'd get extra attention if he did that, that would make this even more worth it.
"You know, I think your dancers are even better then when I left. Is that a new guy up there? He's hot." Darian smiled slightly as he watched him, licking his lips. The girl from earlier had completely left his mind, now it was just this guy with Chris in the background. Today was just getting better and better.
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Post by CHRISTIA AGLIONBY on Jun 20, 2010 21:55:04 GMT -5
Chris could tell when the show had started, because the entire mood of the crowd changed. There was less chaos, as everyone payed attention to the stage, ignoring the other dancers and each other. She changed the beat her foot was tapping to match the beat of the new song, but she didn't have to watch the performance. In the back of her mind, she could visualize every movement; she had an almost photographic memory, and had seen the show a number of times in rehearsal. But it didn't really interest her at that moment. Sometimes, if she was in the mood, she loved watching her dancers, but that wasn't today. She was happy to see Darian; she could watch the dancers some other time.
Darian's question about Florence moving to New York was no surprise. She was a little surprised it had taken him so long. "Of course! I know you miss him a lot, and you don't really get to France that often." She knew she would loose a lot of attention if Florence moved to New York, but she didn't really mind. Chris was not the dependent type. She had other friends, other things she could do in the time Darian spent with Florence. Though she knew Darian would have said no if it had been her asking, she didn't really mind. That's just who Darian was: selfish, attention whore. But Chris already knew that, she'd known that for a while, and she had accepted it and was ok with it.
When Darian mentioned a new dancer, Chris turned to look at the stage. The man he was referring to was easy to spot, he was an amazing dancer, and probably the hottest guy in the room. All that muscle, the way he moved... He was the embodiment of sexy. Which is why she had hired him. "Yeah, I hired him a couple days ago. He's only here for the summer though, so don't get too attached." She turned back to him, observing the way he watched the young dancer. Darian was intrigued, and... Chris had the bad feeling that he was thinking of something more feral than she was ok with. "And he better be going home at the end of the summer, you understand me?
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Post by DARIAN LAURENT on Jun 22, 2010 23:18:15 GMT -5
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRDarian nodded at her response to his question about Florence. He'd call him later and tell him to start looking for a replacement. When he found one Darian would go back over and see if he approved. Then Florence would move to New York and everything would be great again. Florence had only been to New York once, it was in 1939 for the world fair. It seemed like a great opportunity for him to see it. But that was years ago and New York had changed a lot since then.
Every movement the male dancer made was watched and analyzed carefully by Darian. His eyes narrowed as he concentrated, trying to pick up things about his personality. He nodded again at her statement. "He's great at what he does and he knows it. I like him. How old is he?" Darian looked away from the boy and at Christia. He felt kind of bad that he kept getting distracted by people around the club, but it was who he was. After all, he was a guy and he was sexual.
He laughed loudly at her statement. The boy was planning on going home after the summer. Well, Darian would see how long that lasted. He didn't plan on killing him, just making him fall in love. It was a game sort of, he would real him in and play with his heart. He loved doing that kind of thing it got him a lot of attention. The only person he would never play around with like that was Florence and of course friends with benefits like Chris. "He'll make it home if he wants to. But I can't promise that he will once he meets me. You'll have to introduce us later, but right now lets just hang out without any more distractions. Should we go to the back?" Darian shrugged and moved closer to Chris, wrapping an arm around her. He kissed her cheek and ran a hand through her hair.
Darian's game had started with the boy, he noticed that he was watching Darian carefully now trying to get his attention. They'd meet later, it was better to keep him wanting more. He'd become more desperate and Darian would become more appealing. He turned his head and winked at the guy then looked back at Christia.
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