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Vampire Corpse Haven IV ~Bunny and Ducky~

While he'd never speak of it, nor let such emotions show, there was a certain appeal of having Evey curled up on top of him like this, but to admit such would put the wrong ideas into the young one's head. So showing no more emotion than a bed would at her making herself cozy, he resettles his arms, this time both of them high up on her hip. Taking the strawberry offered, even though he prefers the acidic fruit with the chocolate, he listens to her ramble. And sure enough, she was just like every tourist. Things seen in media and the night life. He would have thought that even a young vampiress would be bored of the nightlife.

And as he goes to protest the idea of him dancing, she continues on, only to give him the most pathetic look. If he said no, he'd have to come up with better plans to keep Evey entertained and he had tried that many times before. And so, with the most dead pan look, he answered, "I'm not dancing. But we can go." Why he humored this girl, he had yet to figure out. Running a hand through his dark hair, his bright, green eyes shut to the world, he steels himself for an evening out on the town, with Evey and countless humans. Because surely if something were to go wrong, Evey would be at it's cause.
 
A happy squeal resounded through the room before Evey launched herself further at Riley, ignoring what seemed to be his annoyance. Her legs resettled on either side of his hips her arms around his waist as she nuzzled his neck. Yes, Riley was indeed, passive. The girl spent so much time drawing every shred of emotion from him; even if she was ignorant of it when it was exposed.

Her excitement would have been infectious to anyone else as she happily clasped him. "Ohhhhh!" she sighed, practically bouncing on his lap with joy. "It's going to be wonderful!" Leaning forward she glanced at his closed eyes before placing a rather inexperienced, rough kiss on his lips in her haste. As her lips pillowed against his unsuspecting one she gave an exaggerated "MWUAH" before drawing back against any of his protests. Gliding from his hips as if she sudden possessed grace she stretched, licking her lips. She could taste the chocolate on them from where they had meshed with Riley's.

Turning she tugged at the edge of his towel with a smile, "You're not going in this, are you?" she teased before bounding away to where most females would get ready; the bathroom. He was left in silence, except for the muffled humming emitting from the large bathroom across the room.

"I want to take an old fashioned carriage!" she admitted probably to herself more than anything, though- the girl suspected Riley was always listening; even if he wasn't.

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An arrogant chuckle rumbled from behind Laetitia. "So you made it to my estate after all." Moving behind her he slipped both his arms around her stomach his hand trailing with experience over her hip bones. "And only within an hour of seeing me you're at my door.." He paused a moment, licking at her shoulder, "How long will I have to wait until you are laying upon my bed in wanton abandon?" he teased.

He had taken the estate, her name, her wealth- she owed it to him; after all. Back in those years she would have been ruined. Running away with a commoner; a Rake at that. She would have lost everything, but if he had a name, a title- he would have married the delightful woman. He closed his eyes against the thoughts, wanting to concentrate instead on the feel of her against him. She was tiny and as his height was just shy of 6", he often found himself bending to press himself to her; kiss her, enjoy her proximity.

"If you're good.."- he warned sensing her disgust, "I'll return a portion of your name..." From behind her he even winced at his words, knowing full well he had just poured a dose of alcohol on the wound he had created. Lifting her heavy tresses from her neck he kissed the nape, letting his teeth craze the sensitive area. Hopefully, he could distract her. Hopefully he could turn that fiery anger into something more productive, all consuming. He laved the area with his tongue before withdrawing, cooling the area with a whisper of air from his mouth.

Perhaps the man would never accept his wrong doings. But, if one paid close enough attention they could feel apologies from him. His hand was brushing over her stomach lightly, gently; which was odd for him, almost if he was soothing her. Vox swallowed a sigh. He should have left her here for a day or two, to calm...
 
Green eyes open at the feel of lips pressed against his own and quirking an eyebrow, he stares at her as she makes her kissy sounds, flails around in a most inappropriate way, and she even had the nerve to tug at his towel. Granted, she undoubtedly grew up in very different times, and had been exposed to garbage, but still. That was no way for a proper young lady to act. Which could only create problems, but pushing that line of thought from his head, he stands. She was right, he's not about to head out in his towel, though he was slightly concerned that the thief of a girl had made off with all of his shirts somehow.

Finding a pair of tailored slacks and a charcoal button up, he quickly slips into his outfit for the evening. Socks and shoes later, he's leaning by the door, waiting for Evey to be ready. Of course, he head the comment about wanting a carriage ride, but she had already stated she wanted to walk, and so walk she would. Besides, they'd be in Paris for a while longer, there was always another night. The city did have a nice glow to it at nights, and the walk was really the only part of the plan that appealed to him. So if she were to get her way, it would be through walking with him.



Gritting her teeth, Laetitia forces herself to relax under Vox's touch, leaning into him even. With every word he dared to speak, her temper only flares up more. The bastard abandoned her, then returned to steal her life. Hell, did he slaughter what was left of her line to make the theft easier too? Of course, she could tell from the way he touched her that he had his remorse, but she wouldn't be pleased until she made him grovel for forgiveness. In the meantime, she'd do her best to make him miserable.

Turning in his arms, she even goes so far as to smile sweetly at him. "It would be so kind of you to make me a proper Delostas, as it would seem the name has changed hands. Perhaps I'll be so lucky," she murmurs, leaning closer to his face as if to kiss him. But then she pauses, drawing back, tapping on her cheek. "Though the life of a vagrant has served me well thus far. Perhaps I'll just go back to America," she muses, walking away from the man to where she had a good feeling the bathroom was. After all, it's the only room in the house bound to smell clean, if for no other reasons than the soap contained there in.

On her path to the bathroom, as she trots down the hall, she takes to unraveling the strings that holds the corset together, eventually letting the casing fall from her petite curves to the carpeting below. And pausing, she unbuttons the leather pants, wiggling her hips out of them, bending over completely to give Vox a most tantalizing view of the black cloth covering her womanhood, before she steps out from the discarded pants. Sauntering down the hall, she steps into the renovated bathroom, closing the door behind her.
 
Vox growled, listening to the woman speak, trying to contain himself. She was angry, but he had a worse temper, more violtile than that of a scorned woman. Yes, it would have been better to leave her here for a couple days for both their goods. The woman had the audacity to tease him. Emerald eyes lingered on her bare back, down her her pleasantly swelled rump. Before he could restrain himself, a possessive; highly aroused growl curled through his chest.

The material covering her was little, his fingers itching at his side to feel her flesh beneath him, or perhaps... as his fingers curled against his thigh. Feel her around him. He swallowed; heat swelling through his loins making him all the more irritated.

But, as he reached for her, to draw her near despite her words- the door closed. He stood there, shell shocked. Never before had this woman rejected him; no woman for that matter. "Laetitia..." He warned, his voice heavy.. threatening. He waited for a response as he moved towards the door. Prepared to push through the paneled wood if need be. "What do you want?" He almost whispered, pressing a hand to the door as if to touch her.


Evey walked casually out the door of the hotel. There was a slight chill to the night as she exited into the glowing environment, however a delighted smile was still plastered on her features. She wore a loose red shirt, ruffled silk that fell from around her neck in a deep V to hang loosely around her hips. It draped over her breasts, revealing a naked back dappled with a few freckles. Her golden locks were pinned loosely up, forming a yellow halo that reflected the colors of the city. She wore tight fitting shorts, molding around her slim thighs and abundant backside.

Turning on classic black heels she gave Riley a brilliant smile, opening her arms, "It's so lovely!" Even then goose flesh began appearing on her skin, as if she were not use to the cold of death.
 
Contemplating what exactly she had in mind for Vox this evening, she turns on the hot water, letting the bath fill. She could have her way with him tonight, the company would be lovely. Last thing Laetitia necessarily wanted was to try to sleep alone after everything that had happened recently. But she couldn't decide. His behavior was appalling. His question though, was intriguing. "I only want to take a bath in my home, Darling," she answers. "You can come in, if you'd like. I didn't lock you out," she continues, body bent in half, slipping the pair of plain, black cotton thongs off her slim and slender form.

Stepping into the water, letting the steam swirl up around her pale body, as if following the trail the ink made towards her middle, she sighs, already relaxed. The house would have to be scoured, all the linen washed or replaced. Windows open, flowers in every room. Perhaps she'd make this place her new haven. After all, it was her home to do with as she pleased.
 
"YOUR home?" He scoffed through the door. Pacing forward he flung the door open as she settled into the water, 'How is this...." Emerald eyes fell to her body, eyes hungrily taking in every form, swell, rise, fall and plane of her body. His mouth went dry, he felt as if he were the same randy man years ago. Back when she was innocent; when he was.. -A large hand traveled through his dark tresses, waves falling around his face again. How long had it been since he took her...

Had others had her? He felt his stomach bottom out, jealousy rising; possessiveness edging him on. Before he knew it he had spanned the bathroom in two quick steps, bent, lifted the soaking woman from her bath and pressed her to him. Her naked breasts pressed against the muscle of his own, the water seeping through his white shirt, over his leather pants. He could feel the warmth to his core as he snaked a hand through her wet hair.

As if afraid she would escape he pressed her to a tiled wall before his features hardened, "You mock me." he breathed. Vox wasn't even sure what he intended by that statement. Teased him? Mocked his prowess? His place as a man? As her man? He bent his head, intent on ravishing her mouth as his grasp tightened around her. Body pressing her wet form into the cold wall as he worked his heavy thigh between hers. He wouldn't even allow her feet to touch the floor, aware that with any leverage she could possibly throw him off.
 
"Yes, my home," she responds as quickly as his hostile words reached her ears. That at the very least was not a point she would back down from. At least not until it became our home. Though she was not oblivious to the power she had over him, feeling his eyes roam over everything exposed to him, staring at him unabashedly. She was not the same blushing bride he would have had so many years ago. She was confident and comfortable in her body, proud even, and she was no long the sort to hide behind a flush unless it was properly brought on.

If she were still human, the shock to the skin at being ripped out of the warm embrace of the water then pressed against the cold tiles might have been dizzying. As it was, the sensation was enjoyable. "You deserve it," she replies before she meets his lips in a hard kiss, this first time in a long time she didn't have to be conscientious of her fangs. Hell, if she drew blood, ripped over Vox's lips, it would only be better.

Feet dangling above the floor, all her weight on his thigh and wedged between the wall and his chest, she could have giggled. He probably thought her helpless in this situation. Let him think that for now, why let that cat out of the back just yet.
 
'My home!' he insisted before pulling at her hands. Customary dominance led him to pull at her wrists, entrapping them above her head in a vice like grip. He met her lips in a fierce kiss, his mouth slanting over hers as if attempting to steal her breath. But, he wasn't too invasive, as his tongue gently slid over her lips before pressing more insistently for access to her mouth. At her almost pliant state he assumed her submission; acceptance- a smirk spread over his face as he tugged at her hair leaning her head back to devour her throat, becoming almost impatient. He didn't even bother to return to her mouth, to consumed with the thought of her beneath him; against him..

His free hand left her hair as he dragged it down her body, his lips caressing the silken skin under her jaw. Fingers floating to her breast he tantalized her nipple with the barest of touch, wanting so much to feel her press against his hand. Vox's lips moved to her collar bone as he bent his dark head; fangs nipping against her collar to draw blood. She tasted like heaven or, at least, a condemned heaven.

Brushing the back of his knuckles over her nipple he slid his fingers down her stomach, readjusting her hips so his thigh added pressure where it would be most needed. Smoothing his calloused palm over the porcelain skin of her belly he let it rest between the valley of her breasts as he bent his head lower. Teasingly he tasted around the most sensitive area of her breast before filtering off to the other as if a fickle lover.

Rocking his thigh against her he growled, grasping her wrists harder, wishing he had something to retrain her with rather than his hand. It put a tenth of his skill out of the game with mere restraint.
 
Obligingly, she allows him to pin her wrists even, her body being stretched out slightly by the height at which he deemed it proper for her hands to sit, her back arching the slightest bit away from the wall. Parting her red lips for him, she allows him to taste her mouth, her tongue seeking to meet his, kissing hard, but not stealing away the dominance yet. She could feel the smirk and did her best to refrain from reacting, letting it go, focusing on the feeling of the leather clad knee pressed against her womanhood, it's gentle pressure awakening that core. And as quickly as the anger came, it was gone with the breaking of the skin, feeling the heat of the wound spread out from her collar bone, his tongue teasing at that heat cruelly and deliciously.

Lips part in a gentle gasp at the feeling of his fingertips just brushing against a pert, pink nipple, followed by a shiver running it's course through her entire body. And as his head dips down to allow his mouth to latch onto that same sensitive bud, her hands strain ever so slightly against him, wanting to run her fingers through his hair, but not wanting to give away her strength just yet. Letting out a delicate moan, she arches her body further against the wall, to press her body into his, to force him to feel her heat and undoubtedly smell her arousal.
 
Vox grinned, having her just where he liked her- beneath him. Letting her wrists go he drew both his hands to hold her ribs, dipping his head to take a succulent nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the nub before flicking across it gently. His fingers tightened around her as she responded. His leg pressed into her, allowing the friction of the leather against her womanhood to do most of the work.

Lifting his head for a moment he smiled, one of his hands moving to grope at the breast he had just worked his tongue over, rolling the bud between his forefinger and thumb. His head dipped again as he took the other in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive peak as if to apologize for his neglect.

Heat raced through him, but he needed to teach her a lesson. He was in control, after all...

Loving the way her breast popped from his mouth he licked at her collarbone again, giving her a loving kiss on her mouth before he suddenly dropped her. Sliding away all contact as he simply let her fall to the floor where a puddle had formed beneath them.

"For your behavior, my pet, this night; you will receive nothing of what you want." he stated with a mocking bow. His jaw flexed, ticked even; it was difficult for him to leave her. Never the less, he turned.. wanting so much to teach her a lesson.

"I'll return eventually.." he stated as he passed through the threshold of the bathroom. "Be good my pet." With that, he was gone.
 
As he released her hands, she lets them drop, fingers instantly burying themselves in this thick, dark locks. Mouth parted in a silent "oh" as he has his way with her chest, groping and lapping at the flesh that formed her bosom. She could feel the heat coming off of him, the want in his every touch, but she knew he would be attempting to pull something as soon as his lips were on hers, giving her a gentle kiss. Easily catching herself on weak legs, she could have laughed at his boisterous statements. He had no inkling of what she wanted.

She wanted her child back. She wanted Talbar back. To fall asleep in warm, safe arms without even the mention of sex. But she would have made due with Vox. Now, he would have to work to get what HE wanted. Dark eyes watch him vanish, his foot fall leaving the empty house. A smile comes to ravished, red lips as she sinks back into the bath. Vox had just made Laetitia's job easy. With him out the house, he couldn't stop her from reclaiming what was rightfully hers. And perhaps she would make a phone call later. She knew just the woman to help her keep Vox in line, to make sure she got her way.
 
Evey swayed to the music, hips moving in rhythm to the heavy beat of the darkened club. It had been a brisk walk here, a bit cold. She had chattered on about the weather, the pretty lights; taking time to stop at windows of clothing shops to peer inside. She had lamented sadly to Riley about how she would never be able to shop. After all, no store was open this late.

The club that they had happened upon was a vampiric club, seeming to be a gathering of fresh fledglings with an arrogance problem. Younglings that, in their masses, believed they owned the world. Throngs of them often gathered here, mixing in with invited humans. This is how they hunted, with sexual deviance for they couldn't scrounge any fresh morsel on their own.

But, the hunt had long been over for the horde when Riley and Evey arrived. Now on the mind of every young one was how to fulfill another insatiable urge. They hadn't even entered the door before the naive Evey began swinging her hips. This was her first time out, after all- in Paris.. in a club for that matter.

She was giddy, glancing here and there and then back at Riley with amusement. Bouncing like a puppy wanting to play.

Vox shuffled, leaning against the wall of the club, fingers threading through his hair. She had smiled, as if.. she had a plan. Devious woman. His fingers tightened around his shot class as his gaze pierced through the meshing bodies. Many women were giving him the come hither look, but all he could think about was that damned smile. The way she felt pressed up against him. He let himself release a frustrated groan, knowing the music would overwhelm the sound.

He had missed her, so much. Surely, she didn't know her power. He had created her. She should show some respect, he decided. Glaring at the women his eyes filtered to the door. A sheen of gold flickered in the threshold that caught his attention. He was always partial to blonds. Even more so, her slight physique- petite in stature reminded him so much of Laetitia. The pale of her skin, he could almost taste her again.

She would have to do. Picking his target to vent his misplaced desire he moved, stalked through the crowd. She was young, no doubt; a fledgling. It wasn't often he found himself here; being annoyed, even with his sexual appetite, by the way the youngers flaunted themselves. Their life empty and shallow with the hunger for blood and sex.

Smoothing his white button up shirt and adjusting his leather jacket he approached, a sly grin spreading. She was a delightful bit, he noted as he drew closer. Vox was never intimidated and hardly cast a glance to the man behind. His arrogance told him he would be the eldest undead here. After all, most elders were too dignified to find themselves here. It would be as if they were babysitting, so surely- he was the eldest. He also assumed, with the way the woman bounced, bright eyed and passionately that she was alone, or perhaps looking for someone to vent her obvious abundance of energy on.

With a slow smile he watched her breasts bounce under the ruffled material of her silken shirt before stopping in front of her. She was a definite reminder of the woman who had sighed so sweetly before him a moments ago. Shaking his head he reached out, soothing a hand down her arm. 'If you enjoy bouncing, my dear- I can think of no better place than my lap." he purred.

True, he could have been more charming.. more tactful. But, his pent up sexual frustration and the knowledge that the fledglings had no standards didn't exactly motivate him. Leaning forward he brushed his lips against her curls. Vanilla, strawberries and chocolate- How intoxicating. Not his favorite smell... but, lovely none the less.


Evey was oblivious to his approach. Until she felt his touch sooth her arm; warming her flesh with a rough hand. At first she thought it was Riley, but as her hazel eyes turned upwards she was soon shown differently. She was a bit shocked, no one had ever touched her, outside her preference of Riley. And even then, he was rather reserved... despite her insistence. More so, the crude thing the man said so huskily made her tilt her head. Her eyes blinked a few times, understanding the meaning, but not comprehending that he had truly said that to her.

It was a first and she stood still wondering why she had never encountered this before. Dumbly, she realized Riley probably intimidated most of the avid suitors away. Not that she ever noticed. He often protected her from circumstances like this.. or perhaps merely avoided it.

She was about to turn to cast a questioning glance towards Riley before the man leaned over her to breath in her scent as if she were a flower. Completely caught of guard she didn't know how to respond.. excitement draining from her body with this new encounter.

Vox chuckled a bit, bending lower, "Whats the matter, kitten?" he asked, circling his arms around her to press her to him. Needing that contact as his hands soothed over her naked back.
 
After a peaceful soak, Laetitia rose up from the bath, letting the water drain out. Stepping from the basin, she grabs up a towel, wrapping it's fuzzy length around pale flesh. Quickly, she makes up a tally of all the things that need be done. And at the top of that list, call Isetnofret, check in with the woman. But before she would do that, she saunters from room to room, throwing open the windows to the chill night air. It was much needed. If the French woman was to exist here in this household, she'd desperately need clean air that didn't smell of stale sex.

By the time all the windows were open, she felt dry enough to just drop the towel, and continue on about her merry way as naked as a jaybird. On her way back through, she drags linens and curtains from their current residence, piling them all up in the foyer, making measurements as she goes. And once there was a large pile of fabric gathered together, she picks up the phone, dialing away.


In another country, that country being the USA, an obnoxious buzzing sounds. A tanned hand slips into a tight back pocket of a pair of black jeans, fishing out the vibrating cellphone, the screen on the front alight with color. Flipping open the delightful bit of technology, she presses the speaker to her ear. "Hello, Sweetheart, how are you?" comes the melodious voice of a woman prone to travel. With black stilettos on, her every footstep announced with a soft click on the sidewalk of a dark LA street. Nodding for a while, she chuckles at the story on the other line, always amazed at how clear every word sounds. "So you made it home safe, even found your sire. And you want me to come to France?" Long pause, a laugh. "Oh sure, I'll help you keep him in line." Shorter pause. "For her, of course. A new haven for the likes of our little Neffie," she says in agreement, a certain tinge of sadness, continuing on her way.

"I'll grab a plane soon, Little Laetitia," she murmurs softly, a smile on her lips. The woman knew loss, so much loss. But she still prevailed. Laetitia was strong for so soft a woman. Isetnofret had developed quite a fondness for the dark haired nature lover. Wearing a mesh, black shirt, a black bra beneath, she struts with bags hanging over her shoulder, stocking up on all sorts of skimpy clothing. That's why she came to LA after all. The stores never turn away a shopper with a brand new credit card, no matter what the hour.



Riley was contented to just follow Evey into the club and take a seat at the bar, keeping an eye on her from afar. But it can't be said that he made it that far. Within moments of stepping into the cesspool of vampirism, Evey was already looking to him for help. Curious that the fool had no inkling of the man standing just next to him. With the slightest bit of a smirk, his strong hand claps lightly over Evey's delicate shoulder, pulling her gently but forcefully from the arrogant bastard's grip.

And before the younger male could even react to his prey being taken away from him, Riley's fist has already reeled back, sent forward once more with a fair amount of force, aimed right at the man's pretty nose. Feeling the blow land with a delightful crunch, there's a rare grin, cheeky, playful even, but frightening to any who had a chance to spot it for it was quick to fade.

Dropping his hand from Evey's shoulder, he doesn't even spare her a glance. She was fine. Instead, he continued on his path to the bar, intent on getting a few shots at the very least. But before Riley could make it all the way to the counter, there was a woman latching onto his arm more obnoxiously than Evey herself could manage. As she purrs praise and flattery out, her body pressed hard against his, there's a faint stirring, less from her body than at just the delight of breaking cartilage. Not quite as pleasant as the sound of snapping bones, but still, the blow had affected him, and for the first time in a long time, he had a lust. Not the sort that any of these women would dare satisfy though, and so he pushed that beast back into it's cage.
 
Before he knew it Vox found himself sprawled on his back, pain shooting bright spots before his eyes. His nose made a sickening crack. With a groan he tried to place what happened. Had the girl landed a strike on him? He looked up, his eyes clouding with tears, no she was staring at him dumbfounded.

That's when he noted the man walking to the bar. How had he overlooked the elder? Hand over his nose his eyes went back to the petite woman who merely stared after the vampire. Apparently he had touched something that wasn't his. Confused, humiliated, drunk and in pain Vox lifted himself. Perhaps a good feed would clear his head.. and heal his nose. At least it wasn't in front of his women.

What a humiliating day. Rolling to his knees and hands he stood, growling in pain and anger. Shooting a last glance at the taller man he left.


Evey blinked shocked. It was all a whirl. She was pulled back from her suitor, and soon left swaying a bit on her heels. The man on the floor with a broken nose. A startled gasp escaped from her lips as her widening eyes fell upon Riley's retreating form. She turned to catch up, only to note a woman latch on to his forearm. Fist clenching, Evey's eyes narrowed. She almost wanted to blame him, first he decked a suitor, no matter how unwelcome his pursuits were. Then he leaves her, only to have another woman on his arm in seconds. More so, now she couldn't even dance, for all the males were looking at her with a cautious gaze, parting as she stepped through them as if afraid of the same fate that befell the elder.

Evey came up behind Riley, running her hand along the span of his back before glaring at the woman from around his bicep. Hazel eyes turned muddy, the brown fleck catching the light to turning into a gold that rivaled her hair. The woman standing before her, tall with inky black hair and hallowed cheeks looked towards her. Black eyes connecting with green gold.

The woman's large breasts pressed against Riley's ribs and Evey noted this in the back of her mind, feeling insecurity curl into her. But, the more heady sense of jealousy over took her as she curled her hands around his hips, twining her fingers into to the waist of his pants. Her own breasts pressed against his chest, unbound by any fashionable contraption. At first her plan was to make him notice her, possibly turn towards her over the other as her fingers stroked below the seam of his pants. Her second plan was that the woman would sense that she had claimed him as her own, with the intimate press of her fingers.

But, before Riley could even react Evey found herself moving around, readjusting to try and place her petite body in the middle. She growled, but it was low and sweet- as menacing as a kitten. The woman chuckled, her heavy bust bouncing before Evey attempted to launch herself.
 
Well, he had been proven wrong. Little Evey could be every bit as obnoxious as the woman on his arm, as he quickly found out. Feeling the warmth of her chest pressed into him, and soon after the gentle touch of fingertips in a place they had no right to be, Riley quirks a brow, staring blankly at the younger girl. He was uncertain how to broach the topic of inappropriate touching without upsetting the girl, but she stopped of her own accord, in favor of launching at the blond.

With a slight smirk, he steps around the both of them dropping down on the bar stool, ordering up three shots of jagger with a quiet conversation with the bartender who seemed nervous. Probably because Evey and himself had been nothing but trouble since they walked through the door. Oh well, he would be rather relieved if they were asked to leave. Turning his eyes back to the two women, he waits to see what his companion would do now.
 
Evey didnâ??t pay much mind to Riley moving away from her. The other woman, however- greatly vexed moved forward, â??Out of my way, child.â?? she said silkily, moving towards where Riley sat. â??You truly think you have claim on him? So small and without endowment. Hardly a woman at all- no man would crave you.â?

Before she could stop herself she had slapped the woman across the cheek. The older woman took a started step backwards, there was force in the blow. Evey glared at the shocked woman for a moment, anger bristling over her true words. The woman went to react, grabbing for Eveyâ??s golden locks. But, Evey was too swift.

Finding safety in Rileyâ??s lap she curled into him, pressing herself to him intimately as she cast a weary gaze at the woman who still approached. It was obvious the woman couldnâ??t hit Evey without harming Riley, but still her hand fell. Trying to pull the petite girl from his lap by her hair she scratched Riley across the forearm; her long nails drawing blood. Evey gave a surprised gasp and a whimper as the woman began wrapping her fingers into her hair.
 
As Evey flings herself into his lap, he instinctively wraps his arms around them to keep either of them from toppling off the stool. He was faintly humored that little Evey had the audacity to slap a vampiress who seemed more aware of her state than the little one in his lap, but hell, the girl never did what was expected. As the blond reached for Evey, gashing open his arm in the process with her sharp nails, Riley flashes one of those deranged smiles over Evey's head, causing the blond to pause for a moment.

Closing his hand on the vampiress' arm, he puts just enough pressure on the bones beneath, to hint at his capability to crush her without any effort before dropping her hand as if it were diseased. "Woman, I have no cravings for you. Your assumptions are whorish at best, and your advances are not welcome. Be gone," come his curt words before his attention turns back to the bar, grasping the delicate glass shot glass, downing it's contents with practiced ease.
 
The older woman scoffed, completely shocked, wanting to argue as she rubs her damaged wrist. But, the look on Riley's face told her otherwise. Casting a deadly glare towards Evey once more she ventured back to the dance floor not willing to take the chance of his anger.

Evey snuggled closer to Riley, an abused curl rubbing like satin across his hand. Adjusting herself so her legs were flung across his lap, arms around his waist she idly ran her fingers along his ribs, thoughtfully. Turning her head upwards she gave him a brilliant smile, â??You donâ??t prefer her?â?? Wasnâ??t it obvious that he didnâ??t?

Looking back to the floor she pouted, before looking at him from under her lashes, â??Dance with me?â?? She gave him a hopeful expression. Knowing full well she had already caused him enough grief.
 
Riley leans hard against the bar, letting Evey settle in his lap without causing them to fall from the tiny seat, waiting until she's finally comfortable. Taking the next shot, he swallows the bitterly sweet liquor before lifting his arm to his mouth, licking away the blood, leaving behind a perfectly healed arm in it's wake. "No. And no."

He had already stated that he would not be dancing, and if she thought she could talk him into it upon getting here, she was sorely mistaken. These kids knew nothing of dancing as it was, most of them looked as if they were having sex upon the dance floor. Since when had that been titled dancing? Running a hand through his dark hair, he closes his eyes to the busy club, just letting the music settle in his chest, thumping loudly.
 
Evey nuzzled her lips against his neck. â??No?â?? she questioned sweetly. Her breath curled around his neck. Noticing her hair had begun falling out from the earlier scuffle Evey removed the pins from her hair. One by one her curls fell. But she had nothing to put the pin in, so she began slipping them over the collar of his shirt.

After the task was completed she looked up at him, â??What if I danced for you?â?? She asked attentively, knowing no one would dance with her now. So far, the night had been a disappointment. Slipping from his lap Evey turned her naked back towards him. Running her hands through her cascading locks she pulled them over her right shoulder, straightening the strands before coyly looking over her shoulder as her hips swayed to the beat.

Her rump was brushing against his knees. Evey was hardly ever embarrassed, but probably because she was naïve to the feeling. Truly, it seemed the only thing that swelled in Evey was happiness or sadness and the new discovery of anger.

Licking her lips she returned her gaze ahead, her hips picking up the momentum of the beat. The trim muscles of her back flexing as she began to roll her shoulders, her stomach flexing as her hips rolled forward. Turning she placed her hands on his knees, curling her fingers around the fabric as she looked up at him. That same smile tugging at her lips as she gazed at his handsome face.

Dipping lower her thighs tensed, the v of her shirt displaying a most tantalizing view as she attempted to beckon him to her.

A patron who was sitting near by took checked Rileyâ??s disinterested face before his eyes slid over Evey, noting the roll of her tiny body.
 
If Riley were a weaker man, given to sexual impulses like...most of the club around them, he probably would have ravished her right then and there on the dance floor. The subtle glances, the brush of her rear on his knees, combined with her earlier touches to his groin, really, the woman was going out of her way to drive him insane. But he was above such instinctive behavior, and he watched with only mild interest her movements. It's not as if he was completely indifferent, he was storing mentally each particular motion, and now that would appear beneath him if the impulse ever took him. She would be lovely in the throws of pain and pleasures, but the elder vampire was concerned about the pain aspect of his interests. Hence his distance.

Turning away from the delightful view to the man next to him, he gives him a predator's grin. "You may dance with her, if she pleases...," he says softly, an unspoken threat tinting the tone ever so slightly. The man paid it no mind though, and quickly slid to the ground, offering a hand to Evey with a slight inclination of the head. "I'll dance with you, if he will not," comes a respectful plea, though the man's blue eyes were eating up every inch of Evey, lust purely evident in his gaze.
 
Evey's eyes turned towards Riley as he made the statement. Her brows lifted in a bit of surprise, a bit of confusion. He had never staked a claim on her, true-- But, then... he had also never handed her to another. Her gaze went to the man, as he devoured her with his eyes. A shiver ran through her body. It was a heated gaze, a wonderfully exhilarating expression to have been given yet it caused her uneasiness.

Or perhaps, she was merely disappointed that those eyes did not belong to someone else. Never the less, Evey placed her small hand into the stranger's, her fingers twining with his as she accepted his invitation. Hazel eyes turned towards Riley, a lingering look of curious confusion until she was dragged away from him. The man was, indeed hasty to have her against him as he pulled her by hand and hip.

She momentarily felt the urge to flee but as his forearm wrapped around the small of her back, pressing her flush against him she felt that even if there was a reason to flee, she wouldn't be able too. The area was dark save for the flashes of light that bounced around them. A new experience, a sensory overload to the young fledgling. Her eyes fell shut, to block out the harsh environmental changes. Tensing in the man's arms she looked all the bit forced.

Like a child, uncertainty plagued her, memories that she had turned away from her mind perched on the edge of remembrance. But, as she felt his hips grind into hers, as she curled her fingers protectively into her palms against his chest her head turned to search for Riley.

"Come now, Kitten. Loosen up for me a bit. Don't be tight now. You were asking for sexual gratifications just moments ago." Yes, he had spoken the truth. But, it wasn't an invitation that she had extended to him. Evey's judgment wasn't what someone would consider good.
 
Riley watched with a tinge of anger as the man did not heed the warning in the slightest. Little Evey looked as if she were being dragged onto the dance floor, rather than guided to a clear space. And her pitiful glances had not escaped him in the slightest. The dark haired male waited to see if her reaction would change in the slightest once she arrived to the place the stranger had picked out, and it seemed to, but not for the better.

Rising up gracefully, he navigates the crowd easily, flowing through the masses of writing bodies like water, until he's at the pair's side. Easily prying the brunette's hands away from the smaller vampiress, Riley gives the man a look that would spook the most determined of suitors before wrapping his arms around Evey's shoulders in a very territorial manner. Of course, it would probably put the very wrong idea into Evey's mind, but it established a sense of dominance between the males, and that was his thought process.

Turning his attention back to the little blond, he gives her a faint apologetic smile, that is lost in the flickering light before he starts to sway with her, refusing to take any part in this....dry humping the young ones called dancing. He could tell the man wanted to protest, but fear was holding his tongue, just as fear kept their area clear of clumsy dancers.
 
As the man was pried away from her, Evey found herself stumbling a bit. It was certainly a sudden change in position. The appearance of Riley had escaped her completely until he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, swaying with her.

All the bit oblivious to their surroundings Evey pressed her face into the chest of her companion. Letting the familiar scent of him roll over her. A scent strong and protective that blocked out the smell of sweat and blood. Fingers curling into his shirt Evey's eyes remained leveled at his chest as they swayed a bit.

Still tense, she looked a bit far off. It completely escaped her that she had eventually gotten her way. Luring Riley through no fault of her own onto the dance floor.

Evey allowed the swaying for a moment until attempting to disengage herself from his arms. A very odd occurrence indeed. Hazel eyes looked about the room, shifting from face to face. There were some who sneered, the brunette man included, and others that had timidly stepped aside looking wearily at the couple.

Sudden shoving at Riley's chest she went to turn. "It's late.." she concluded, "We should turn in before the sun turns out."
 
Riley was almost relieved that the girl didn't start squealing or gloating about having gotten her way, he was technically dancing after all. But instead she seemed very off, reserved and distant as opposed to her bouncy, curious self. He wasn't sure he liked the change. Allowing her to slip from his grasp, he nods at her declaration and follows her towards the door.

"Let's go home, then," he murmurs softly, walking in pace next to her, taking them out into the crisp night air. While dawn was still an hour or so off, he could understand the fledgling's nervousness about the sunlight, and the night hadn't been going her way. Perhaps he would be so inclined to make it up to her another evening, at a human club instead. Vampires were really rather droll.

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In the three day's absence of Vox, the little vampiress had completely reclaimed and refurnished the mansion. The walls were repainted a vanilla color, light and refreshing, reflecting the warm light to make the space friendly and welcoming. The furniture had all been replaced with a deep cherry red lacquered wood, any cushions a red wine color, with pillows the cozy color of plum, making the couches strewn about tiny caverns of color in the light, offering up dark, plush embraces wherever they may be needed.

In the bedrooms, every single mattress had been replaced and covered with a tan down comforter, a lighter khaki sheets beneath. The walls were painted a rich hunter green, giving the rooms an earthy feel, but they managed not to be too dark for those with a lighter heart. And in her own room, the master bedroom, everything was red. The walls were painted blood red, the sheets were a silken red, even the floor had a thick, red carpet on them.

The only deviance of color was in the corner, there stood a black alter with hand drawn portraits and a candle in front of each portrait. There was a picture of a man with shaggy hair, a friendly smile, and piercing green eyes. A drawing a young girl, her long locks braided back with ribbons glancing over her shoulder with a big smile and bright eyes. One of a dark haired woman, stern of features with a wry smile and a wine glass poised just inches from her lips. And one of a dark haired youth, curious in expression, a book upside down in her lap and a dreamy look to her in general. Those were her lost family, the ones for whom she still mourned, the ones who held a place of honor within her sanctuary.

Faintly, the dark haired woman wondered if her sire would return to his new abode, and if it would be at all to his liking. After all, it's not as if he would be changing it any, not without a fight he would not win. Stretched out on her silken sheets in her round, canopy bed, she stares at the ceiling blankly. Rather than be overwhelmed with emotions, the lithe woman had shut them off, and was left feeling empty and bored. Hungry too, she mused on, tonguing thoughtfully on a fang.
 
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