An Open Occult Affair (Vahn Seele x Alexandra1405)

[Vahn Seele]

The city of Landros carried a heavy pulse of commerce at all hours. There wasn't a moment that went by that, whether it be legal or illegal, some manner of business was being dealt. It was this characteristic that made Landros a thriving, rotting landscape of metal and stone. Bright lights filled the busier streets, with the chill of autumn blowing against the jackets of the prepared. Those less fortunate were left to endure the cold as it tried to settle into their bones, filling them with a chill that resonated through their bodies.

Such would be the state of Trevan Dawn, a black haired man coated in a thick layer of blood. Several cuts and gashes could be seen, along with obvious burns along his exposed flesh. His black hair reached down to the middle of his back, a long straight mess that had become sickly gleam in the lights that were cast by districts streets over. "Fucking bastards." He swore, clutching a gloved hand to try and seal a wound on his chest. The blood loss wouldn't be the death of him. Looking at him, his pale complexion would make him seem closer to death's door than the nearby sidewalk.

"Stupid bunch of racist assholes." Trevan added to his list of complaints. The AntiNats had struck his home, a small apartment complex a few blocks over. No one had been expecting it, but it was probably something that they had had in the works for weeks. Their timing couldn't have been better, as most of the vampires were home, trying to recuperate after a long week of working to keep up with their blood bank purchases. Being a vampire, it left you with very few jobs that you could do in person. You couldn't be out during the day, but you also had to make sure you had time to get your regular supply of blood from the nearby clinic. The small gathering of vampires had banded together for this reason, each person taking the brunt of a task and forming a community. Everyone did their part and no one had to risk their lives.

That wasn't good enough, though, as the anti-supernatural group, or the AntiNats, had made their point clear. Trevan had been one of the few lucky ones to get away. It had come at a cost, though, as his back had patches of burning flesh and several spots where he had been shot. Looking at the state of himself, Trevan knew it was going to hurt when he had to peel his burned and blood soaked clothes free of his body. His clothes might be the only thing that was keeping him together. On his lower half, he wore black dress pants that were torn and ripped, each opening revealing either white flesh or bloody tissue. His black sneakers had somehow survived the molotov cocktails, thick pieces of glass jutting out of the soles.

Moving up, his white t-shirt was now a deep crimson, opened in parts where shotgun blasts could be seen. A faint chirping on his wrist shook Trevan from his thoughts, looking over to it and shaking his head. "Yeah. Great timing." He muttered. The sunrise would be here within an hour. With no energy to stand, and no one to get blood from, Trevan was a sitting duck. Why couldn't they have struck during the day? At least everyone would have been at home, prepared for the AntiNats. With the scent of morning light starting to tint the air, only growing more potent by the minute, Trevan sat in the alley, waiting for his death.

No phone, no one to help me. I should have died with the others.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

A smooth hand found his knee, pressing it aside to create space between lean sculpted thighs for her to nestle within. Fingers splayed, claws lightly scratching over pale skin as the hand smoothed upwards towards his hip, clasping at it to give a firm squeeze. Eris said nothing, nor did she dare look away from the pulsating rod that stood upright before her, the vampire still so clearly aroused despite having delivered several shots of cold, milky seed. Seed that now began to dribble from her core, coating the insides of her thighs as they pressed together in reignited arousal. She’d dirtied him, smeared him in silver blood and silken nectar, the least she could do was clean her guest and gift him something to drift off to sleep to.

The hand at his hip fell away, shifting instead back down to his thigh where fingers splayed and she gripped at muscle tightly, rising from where she had settled atop her heels. Her chest nudged his legs aside, the heavy orbs of her breasts brushing against their insides as she made space for herself. Only now did those mismatched eyes rise from his glimmering hardened length, torn away as her heart throbbed steadily within chest. Those eyes shone with brilliant wickedness, framed with dark lashes, as she smirked up at him.

Eris had promised that he wouldn’t ever want to leave, and it seemed that she was making sure to prove her point.

Black serpentine tongue slipped from between plush lips, agile as it snaked about his girth. The thin muscle was scorching hot as it bound about him, encircling the thick cock at the base before it was dragged upwards to collect the beaded droplets of her nectar. Eris would taste herself upon him, lavishing at the sweetness of her slick as she so dutifully cleaned him. Eyes shimmered with mischief, her tongue curling and unfurling about him so skilfully it was as if it had a mind of its own.

Now, she indulged him.

Lips parted, jaw stretched wide, as Eris suckled the plush tip of his cock into the molten lava of her mouth. Saliva burned chilled flesh, scorching as she swallowed him into the back of her throat eagerly. Thumb pressed into the flesh of his thigh, Eris’ head beginning to bob upon his lap, cock taken deeply into throat until the thick base was brushed by the warm tip of her nose and sighing breath. A hum low in her throat vibrated the hardened flesh, Eris taking her time to suckle him clean, before she sat back and cock slipped from between lips with a wet ‘pop’.

Lips were wet with saliva as she grinned wickedly up at him, tucking another lock of white hair behind pointed ear before she pressed a lingering kiss to the underside of stiff flesh and rose to stand between his knees. A finger curled beneath his chin, tilting face upwards as she found the corner of his mouth and kissed him off-centre, teasingly. “Goodnight. Dream sweet.”

She turned on her heels, stalking so gracefully away from him in all of her naked glory before she paused by the door, holding it ajar as she lingered in the corridor. Mismatched eyes glimmered as she purred; “I’ll be back for you at dusk. Then our adventure begins.”

Trevan would find himself sealed within the small bedroom, alone.

 

[Vahn Seele]

The show that Eris put on as she began to slowly part his legs, moving forward with her eyes locked on the hardened length between his legs, Trevan could feel her touch long before it graced his cool flesh. Her hands spread warmth through his skin as it moved up his thigh, meeting his hip and encouraging a gasp of need from him. Trevan considered himself controlled, but his hands had come to ball up in tight fists at the sheets beneath him.

Though she had done nothing more than gently caress his thigh, shifting forward and drawing her gaze off of her target, Trevan was convinced that his heart, if it were still able to beat, might have come out of his throat. The look she gave was pure lust, a delightful expression that only made him throb more in need as her position and proposition of more called out to that darker part of him. While he had filled her moments ago, the ache to do so again had returned as if he had gone through weeks without touch. Whether it was the Fae blood, or the raw magnetism of her sexual nature, Eris had him on a leash.

Eris's tongue was hot against his flesh, making him moan out and writhe beneath her. She made quite the effort to stimulate him, drawing need to the surface of his skin as he shuddered and groaned. Each pass of her tongue along his flesh was a sweet torture, the sensitive nerves along his cock firing pleasure that promised him a hard night's sleep. With his eyes closed, he didn't have a chance to prepare for the warmth of her mouth as she took him in, his head lingering barely in her lips for a moment encouraging his back to arch. The level of sensitivity in him was going haywire, making even the touch of her hand against his thigh enough to send shivers up his spine and down to his toes.

The show would continue with her beginning to take him to the base, the head of him finding a new home inside of her throat. At this point, Trevan didn't know where the edge was. Everything was bliss, and he couldn't get enough of her.

The teasing cruelty in her would shine through, though, as she stood, treating him to a light kiss near his lips. There weren't any words he could say at that moment. She'd brought him to bed, enticed him, then left him with his need to simmer in bed for the night. Keeping his eyes closed, Trevan didn't dare let his crimson eyes betray that he wanted more. It was written in his body, and that was plain to see. If she could see it in his eyes, Eris would know how much she controlled him. Was control really a bad thing, though? She had made him feel quite good, Trevan had been treated to sweet Fae blood, and sex that would melt a mortal's mind.

Drawing himself back, Trevan drew the sheets up to hide himself beneath the sheets, not wanting to admit how much he needed to release. The thought of handling his own arousal had come to mind, but something about it seemed to be betraying. Why take an easy out, when the chance at experiencing something greater with Eris might be right around the corner? With that thought, Trevan let his mind wander to sleep, the bliss of darkness fully wrapping around him as he began to dream. The dreams were, as expected, carnal and mind-blowing in detail, mostly about Eris. Even in his dreams, Eris had a snare on him.

He would remain this way throughout the morning and afternoon, deathly still beneath the blankets.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

Just as she had promised, right as the sun began to dip beyond the glistening spires of skyscrapers and the concrete jungle, Eris made her appearance at the door to the window-less bedroom. Dressed head to toe in form-fitting black, she looked like she had nothing but mischief and trouble on her mind as she leaned against the frame of the door for several moments. A bundle of clothes were held to her chest, swaddled together in crosses arms, kept warm by her body heat before she decided to venture into the darkness.

Whatever it was that had transpired between them at the fireplace, to continue up to here in the form of a tease, was seemingly absent. While there remained a wicked glimmer within her eyes, the shine of lust was gone. She had one thing on her mind now, and it was no longer carnal pleasures shared with a man who felt like death.

The bundle of clothes struck Trevan square in the chest. Eris loomed over him, standing at the edge of the bed, silvery curls pulled back in a braid that fell to the small of her back. The one thing she seemed to be missing, the one thing that would pull off her costume, were smears of black ink atop rounded cheeks. She smiled, that brilliant pearly show of teeth. “Get up. We’ve got things to do and places to be. You can’t spend your whole night tucked up in bed.”

Then, as sweet as ever, a musical note found its ways inside of his head that whispered; I know that I fucked your brains out this morning, but surely you’re still functional.

Eris’ wicked little smirk was the only hint that it had come from her, a telepathic communication aided by the blood that now swirled in his stomach and in his own veins. Trevan had absorbed more than just strength and virility from her, but something one might even consider sinister. Just as quickly as she had appeared by the door, waking him from slumber, did she take her leave with a playful spring in her step. “I’ll meet you downstairs in two.”

The door was left ajar.

Should Trevan venture downstairs as suggested, he would find Eris in the kitchen, half leaning over the marble island bench as she poured over some news articles. The papers looked aged, but there was something far from mundane about them. The pictures shifted, as if the ink were revealing live action scenes on the thin paper. The world of Harry Potter got at least one thing about the supernatural world correct.

A fist was up under her chin, Eris draped over the edge of the marble, her feet off the ground and her rump on clear display through the tight black denim of her jeans. Distracted as she was, she didn’t look to Trevan, but spoke to him from over her shoulder as she pointed to a particular corner of the paper. “This is where we’ll go. I’ve been tracking their steps, and they seem to be coordinating the attacks. I think I’ve figured out what links them, but they still seem so random.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

The vampire slept comfortably as he enjoyed the warmth of the blankets, his body brimming with energy at the Fae blood that still seemed to sing in his body. It was a strange feeling, the way the Fae blood could leave him feeling so full, yet craving so much more of it. If it were possible to overdose on any kind of blood, apart from drowning in it, Fae blood might be the one thing that Trevan wouldn't mind dying to.

His dreaming was disturbed as he felt the hard shove of clothes against his bare chest, his eyes opening as he looked to see his host looking down at him, casting accusations to the state of his physical well-being. If he had been expecting a warm awakening, with a kiss or snuggle, Trevan knew better than to want that from her. Eris was never going to be the warm, fluffy creature that most sought when it came to a relationship. Her moments of being warm and cuddly would likely entail their near-death sexual encounters, along with reveling in the victory that they would strike against the Anti-Nats that were stirring up the city.

"Good morning to you, too." He said, slowly beginning to rise as he watched her start to leave the room. Looking at the clothes, Trevan moved to the edge of the bed, dragging the sheets off of his naked body. When the soft whisper of her voice seemed to come from behind him, Trevan raised his eyes to look at her, then over his shoulder. The plain smile on her face was telling that she had been able to do something to him with her blood. Was it a telling of more that she'd be able to do to him, or make him do? She was already owed a life-favor from him. There was no telling what she could make him do.

Even so, the sex they'd had was still tingling in his mind, unable to be forgotten as she left the room. Standing up and getting dressed, Trevan donned his black, long sleeved shirt and pants, making sure to put on his boxers first. While some might enjoy the feeling of hanging loose within their clothes, Trevan did not. If they were going to be active, he was going to be secure. Putting on the clothes, Trevan stepped down the stairs to meet her in the kitchen, glancing to the newspaper that she was reading.

While not an oddity to see, live newspapers of the supernatural were uncommon among the poorer parts of the world. The human world had gotten wind of the ability to capture moments, but the supernaturals had refused to share it. Why have an old fashioned newspaper when a smart phone could do a thousand times more than that plain piece of enchanted parchment?

Looking to her, Trevan stepped up by her side to look at where she was pointing on the paper, avoiding the temptation to reach out and fondle her ass from behind. "What's significant about this spot? Some event going on that they plan to take advantage of?" Trevan asked, uncertain on her line of thinking. Knowing her, though, she had a plan up her sleeve. Conveniently, he would likely play a role in that plan. If not, then there was really no purpose for him being there.

Walking around the kitchen, Trevan moved to lean against a counter, his palms pressed against the counter for support as he looked at her. "And, as fun as taking on the Anti-Nats is going to be, it is going to be tough with two of us. I'm pale as fuck, looking like a cadaver on the slab, while you're capable of blending in anywhere. I'm a hindrance to you, plain and simple, unless we are using me as bait. If that is your intention, I humbly ask you save that for a last resort." He said, knowing he'd have no choice if she asked it of him.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

“Apologies,” she purred sweetly, her tone musical with a light tease as she looked sideways at him from the corner of those bright, mismatched eyes, “I did not realise that you developed the sudden inability to read during your presumably long life.” The bump of her hip jostled him against the marble-topped counter, accompanied by a devilish grin as she so blatantly teased him. A tap of her fingers to the paper suggested she was coaching him to read the bold title, plus the fine print beneath. “A public gathering by the lycanthropes would surely draw their attention, even if the wolves are organising a peaceful protest against their limited rights to choose the tranquillisers.”

Besides from the vampires, those who identified as the shape-shifting kin—whether they name themselves ‘werewolves’ or ‘lycanthropes’, they were one and the same—had also been made public knowledge at the Council’s discretion. They were causing too much upheaval, requiring too many kidnappings in order to satiate their base desire. While vampires required the sweet taste of blood in order to survive, the ‘wolves’, as they were so fondly referred to by the Fae, required the pleasures of the flesh. Missing women were often a sign of a wolf’s presence.

It was because of this that the Council had worked closely with the human governments concerned, though there was very little room for negotiation. The humans requested sterilisation. The Council argues that this was genocide. The middle ground, it seemed, was a monthly dose of a tranquilliser that suppressed the shift tied to the lunar calendar, and the irrefutable need to breed that all wolves’ suffered from. A tranquilliser that came with more side effects than just the obvious and it was common knowledge that the majority of this supernatural race would prefer rather less drastic measures.

“It would only make sense for them to take a hit out on the wolves,” Eris stated casually, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. “They’ve decimated my kind, and were nearly successful in doing so to your’s. The third most known race would be a clear target; especially when they’re so vocal about a subject that the Anti-Nats are incredibly passionate about also—though for different reasons.”

Setting her feet back down upon the smooth tiles, leaning away from the bench as she stretched arms upward in a particularly feline motion, Eris grinned at him as he spoke of being used as bait. Nothing was said for a little while, as if the Fae woman was thinking such a possibility over, realising that it could be a potentially clever use of him. That was if she hadn’t already thought of a plan that used him perfectly.

“You think me cruel enough to use you as Anti-Nat bait? How charming.” The shimmer in mismatched eyes was mischievous as she smirked at him, turning to face him as she crossed arms beneath heavy bust and leant a hip against the edge of the counter, her ankles crossing. “If you think that I allowed you to drink so deeply from me simply for taboo pleasure, then you’re mistaken. You should know better than to think that an action by a Fae doesn’t have an ulterior motive. I allowed you to feed so deeply from me for the above reason but also for another.” Eris edged closer to him, until little more than three inches kept them apart and she was forced to crane neck to look up into his face. The corners of those plump lips twitched, as if she were trying her best not to grin wickedly, as she cupped the side of his face in her palm. “With so much of my blood now swirling in my veins, you have become a temporary extension of me; something that I have power over. Just as easily as I can glamour myself, I can now glamour you, until, of course, my blood becomes dilute within your veins and superfluous.”

Thumb swept over the crest of his sharp cheekbone, the motion almost tender before she gave a playful, though gentle pat to his cheek and turned away to gather the paper from the bench. “So what shall it be, then? A grungy young man with an edge? Or a chiselled business man? If you’ve ever dreamt of being something other than yourself, now is your chance to speak up and become it for a night.” From over her shoulder, Eris looked to him as she smirked darkly. “Survive the night and I may even fuck you in your new identity.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan found that he didn't like the tone that she had taken regarding his ability to read. Yes, he had learned to read. His point had been more toward the implication of why the Anti-Nats would have targeted such a group. When he realized that she was merely being herself, arrogant and eager to show herself as being more aware than him, Trevan's annoyance would fizzle out for the moment.

The mention of the lycans had Trevan a little concerned. The lycan group had rarely taken kindly to vampires, at least, of his particular group. The lycans, while they had never outwardly made any moves against them, were always eager to let the vampires take their lumps. When it came to the vampires' supply of the synthetic blood going dry, no lycan support had been cast in their favor to push governments to focus on production to help drive the cost down. It was this that kept many law abiding vampires from being able to survive since they were outed to the public. If they had presented a united front, perhaps there would have been more drive from the human governments to take care of the "dangerous" blood sucking creatures.

Now that the lycans were being subjected to their own form of discrimination, there was likely to be a request for aid sent through any public channels to the lycan's cause. Comparing the needs of a lycan's to a vampire's was, honestly, a huge insult. Vampires needed blood to live. Lycans just wanted to fuck. Would they die if they were forced to be confined to silver cells fro the nights of the full moon? No, they surely would not. Take the blood from a vampire, though, and they'd be dead within a week. This was why Trevan had never taken the lycan group seriously.

"If the wolves are going to be the next target, the best we can do is find a way to get close and monitor them. If the Anti-Nats have intentions of hitting them, they'll do it when they are all gathered together, similarly to how they have attacked any vampire nests that are scattered throughout the city." Trevan said, trying to use his head a little to show that he wasn't a complete waste of space.

At the mention of what her blood in his system gave her the power to do, Trevan raised a brow. It was true, he had deeply enjoyed the ability to draw so deeply from her. He felt more full than he ever had in the years that the vampires had been made public to humans. He felt powerful, even after having slept off some of the high of feeding from her body. There was something to it that was addictive, beyond the knowledge that the blood that flowed in him was Fae. It would be something that Trevan hoped he would never have to live without, the feeling that he was properly satiated.

The thought of what he would look like, if given a proper glamour, swam in his mind for a moment. What would he want to be perceived as? He'd never been given the choice, always sticking with clothes that he could afford or a look that kept him employed. "If I had to pick an appearance to hide in, I'd probably take the disguise of an early 20's youth. It would make sense that a 20-something would be near a rally of that sort. A business man would stick out too much. If I were to look like a young human, looking for a cause to attach himself to, I would be perfectly fitting in with the crowd." He said, taking a moment to think of examples. "Dark brown hair, tan skin with hazel eyes, their color so close a mixture of blue and green that the light could easily change them to reflect blue or green. Do I need to pick clothes, too?" He asked, curious how her glamour worked.

If he was reinventing himself, might as well do it right.