Breaking the Beast

[DomG]

A new city, a chance at a fresh start. Or at least as close as a chance to a fresh start that a vampire could ever really have after walking the earth for going on three hundred years. The thought made Vincent smile as he rose from bed that evening, his first full night in the city since he had arrived. He looked around the penthouse that he had purchased a few weeks before, seeing it properly for the first time now that he had enjoyed a decent meal the night before (AB Neg virgin) and a good day of sleep to help refresh him. Moving always left him feeling a little bit off but this time he was feeling quite a bit better then his usual.

He had chosen this city because recent events had left a power vacuum in the vampire community, he wasn't aware of exactly what had happened but he had heard that a showdown between the vampires and werewolves of the cities had decimated both groups and though he was a little young he was clever, well adapted to the modern times, and had the raw aggression required to take control of the poorly organized groups of vampires that still remained. Of course there was a way that he could quite easily take control of the vampires and that of course was by dealing with the remaining werewolves, the same group who they had so recently warred with in the shadows and back alleys of the city.

He grinned as the thought as he showered, scrubbing himself clean to remove any obvious trace of blood that might have remained after his most recent meal whose body was currently occupying a stretch of the sewer that would leave it quite unrecognizable come a single heave rain. With a glance to the mirror he quickly styled his hair in the messy manner that he preferred and began to dress in a well tailored suit of black linen with a red silk tie... looking fantastic if he were to give his own opinion of himself. He felt quite ready to take on the werewolf community considering the way he looked, knowing that when he looked his best he felt his best.

The werewolf problem... he thought with a little chuckle as made his way from the penthouse. Vincent had a lot of experience dealing with werewolves, having enjoyed enslaving them in the past and finding nothing to be more filling then breaking a werewolf of their pride and turning them into the begging beast that he knew they really were on the inside, inferior to the Vampire.

With a spring in his step and a smirk on his face Vincent made his way through the city towards a bar that he heard the werewolves had once congregated at... knowing it would be the best place to start his search.

 

[DomG]

Vincent was a particularly talented vampire when it came to tracking and when he arrived at the bar that he had heard of he found it to be just about empty, only a few people hanging around it and none of them werewolves. However the scent of several lingered in the air and there was one in particular that stood out the most to him. Unless he was mistaken and he very rarely was, it was an alpha of the species and a female one at that. Certainly that was a relief to Vincent because it made what he had in mind all the easier for him, a male werewolf would have had to be killed but a female alpha offered so many possibilities that could give him control over the others in the city... so very many interesting possibilities.

Feeling invigorated and more then a little bit intrigued by the information that he now possessed Dominic quickly made his way through the city, sticking to back alleys and shadows in order to help him move more quickly without being noticed. While he beloved that vampires should be allowed to live openly and rule humans and other lesser creatures the general policy of their kind was to stay in the shadows... to avoid making themselves known to humanity.

Having tracked the scent to where it ended up Vincent entered the club, right away being assaulted by the music and the numerous scents of the people and drinks in the club he had to take a moment to clear his mind and recatch the scent of the alpha he was tracking before he moved on into the club towards his target. The club was rather empty for a Friday night but Vincent hardly minded, it would make what he was up to quite a bit easier if there would be less witnesses should something go wrong. He stood out quite a bit in the club though, the youths all dressed in the latest fashions while he was in a custom tailored suit, hand crafted leather shoes compared to the sneakers and heels that were predominant around him.

Moving deeper into the club his nose led him straight to the Alpha that he was tracking, his grin becoming even larger when he caught sight of the red headed beauty sitting near the dance floor. Exuding pure arrogance he moved towards her as if a predator gliding through the sea towards its preferred prey. The people who flocked around her seemed to drift off as he drew closer, her magnetic draw countered by his presence, people instinctively knew that he was there to cause trouble and most didn't want anything to do with it.

“You look a little bored.” He pointed out as he settled in across from her in the booth, flashing her a smirk that displayed his fangs, not that he expected her to be unable to figure it out on her own. “Perhaps I can offer a diversion... you and me on the dance floor might help the night pass by more quickly.”

 

[DomG]

Vincent was well aware of the fact that most of the vampires around thought of werewolves as little more then animals deserving of death and below even humans but his opinion was rather different. True they were below vampires but they were an interesting breed, their scent which bothered so many others only drew his attention even more... a primal musk that always aroused him unlike anything else... they were in touch with an inner animal that made them wild and free in a way that few others were able to be. It was because of that freedom that he enjoyed breaking them, taking their wild spirits and shackling them in chains that could never be broken as he bent them to his will. It had been a long time since a lovely werewolf had served as his pet, forty years if he were remembering properly but she hadn't caught his eye as much as the red head that sat so close to him now... he looked forward to having a chance to wrapping a silver chain around her neck and perhaps even replace a few of her piercings with silver as well, not enough to kill but to weaken her.

It didn't take a body language expert to see however that she despised him, its not like she did much to hide it but that hardly bothered Vincent, he was confident that he was strong enough to handle her if it came down to a fight and if any of her companions tried to step in to assist her he did have a small leather back full of powdered silver in one of his jacket pockets, tossing that in the eyes of a werewolf would take the fought out of them mighty quick and quite even the odds. Silver was traditionally thought to be something vampires disliked but it was a weakness that they over came after about a century, garlic being gone about fifty years after that... though sunlight would always be a problem and they did require blood no matter how old they got.

As she mentioned that she would humor him Vincent only chuckled a little bit, she was clearly misreading the situation if she thought that she was the one who would be taking charge of this encounter. As she rose he was on his feet right behind her and following closely behind, his eyes roaming over her body with clear interest and lust. As she pressed against him he grinned, enjoying the heat of her body against his own which was only slightly above room temp at all times, her scent now over powering and nearly crushing out anything else around him.

He moved along with the music and her body easily, keeping her pace without much trouble as he practically ground against her, his hands on her hips holding her close to him. “Hardly new, just haven't been here in... call it seventy years... but originally I am from Ireland... born and raised and eventually killed three hundred years or so ago. What about you beautiful, where is it that you hail from?”

(its alright, we all have those days)

 

[DomG]

HE could tell she wanted him gone, of course she did because he was another predator invading her territory. Her scent betrayed her emotions, the anger practically intoxicating to him and because of how much it angered him he kept his cool all the more. She was a creature of passions but Vincent was a creature who maintained control over himself at nearly all times, the calmer he remained the more angry his rivals would become and that gave him an advantage over them. As she moved he moved in turn with her, keeping pressed against her so that his arousal would be all the more evident, knowing the fact that he was enjoying himself would anger his target and lead to her making a mistake because of that anger.

He listened to her warning with only an arrogant smirk, not worried at all about what was going on because he knew that she didn't want a war... at least not then. The vampires might be disorganized but the Lycanthrope had also lost a lot of their numbers, to start up the fighting again now between them would be a risk because predicting the outcome would be impossible. Vincent however didn't want to provoke a war, instead avoid one by making sure that the opposing side was in no position to challenge them through the control that he would have over their alpha. Vampires were backstabbing and plotting constantly against each other while Lycanthropes tended to be extremely loyal to one another.

When it seemed that she had finished her little warning he moved, using his unnatural speed to quickly step around her and close the space between them again, pressing his chest to her back and continuing to move without skipping a single beat. “OH I understand the situation in this city quite well.” He assured her as he moved his own lips to the spot just below her ear, his teeth lightly brushing against the skin but not breaking it yet... after all he had eaten well the night before and was hardly in need of a meal. “Infact my understanding of the situation if why I am here. Your recent little shadow war did a lot of damage to both sides and has left an opening in the vampire hierarchy, one that I intend to fill myself as the undisputed leader of this city.”

His every word made it quite clear how confident he was, though she couldn't understand that he had until recently been the right hand man of another cities ruler, the intelligence behind the throne. “I know that I am on the Lycanthrope side of the city, just like I know that if you were to kill me here word would soon get back to my kind and they would hardly take it sitting down... and the retaliation would kill a few of yours... and the next thing you know the war is back on.” He shrugged a little bit as he said this, not really caring if she tried to harm him because he was confident he would escape and the war would be on with him ready to pick up the pieces... though it would be preferable to keep both sides intact when he took charge.

“Now this can all be avoided though and if you want I will even give you a chance to kill me.” He had been pushing her buttons for just this moment, offering her something he doubted she would be able to pass up. “I am about to head back to my apartment, back out our side of the town and if you kill me there it will likely be seen as just a bit of vampire politics... I won't be making it easy for you of course but it seems the best way that you can deal with the problems I will create.”

 

[DomG]

Vincent knew that he had her right where he wanted her when he saw the grin spreading across her features. As a vampire he had a strong sense of preservation, something that was built into what they were but a more animalistic werewolf couldn't stand a challenge especially in their own territory. He had already angered her to draw out that side of her before he offered her the challenge, expecting that it would be that much harder to resist. There was no trap there though, at least not the traditional sort which would include a small army of his own vampires but it was going to be quite heavily balanced in his favor if he could do anything about it.

“I think you mean you ran the city.” He mocked her with a small smirk as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “But now you have a real challenge and I don't quite think you are up to it.” He couldn't just let her walk away though, let her show up to an unlocked door if she liked but he wasn't done with her just yet. Quickly he grabbed hold of her arm and leaned in to brush his lips over hers in an apparently chaste kiss before he whispered to her. “Just a little something for you to remember me by, I think that you and I will be having a lot of fun.” She didn't know what he had in mind for her but soon enough she would learn. “Come alone though, would hate to have too many dogs inside my apartment at once... how would I ever get the smell out.”

Without another word but instead a small chuckle he released her and turned away from her, strolling out of the nightclub with no one daring to block his path, it seemed that they all knew better. It didn't take him long to get home, walking straight there rather then having to take a round about way to make his scent easier to follow. His penthouse was right on the edge of that invisible line that divided vampire from werewolf, the very top floor of the building being all his but that was all he needed. It had been quite heavily customized for him, even the windows had been treated to make them tough enough to resist multiple shots from a high powered rifle and tinted so that the sunlight that streamed through wouldn't harm him if someone tried to pull open the window to deal with him.

Upon arrival he quickly made himself comfortable, stripping of his suits coat and setting it aside, the tie was thrown across the room and ended up draped over a modern black leather couch, his shirt unbuttoned a bit to add to his comfort. From there he arranged things a bit for her arrival, small silver trinkets laid out in every room to give him an advantage, he fully expected her to come packing a sharpened wooden stake.

Then when convinced that everything was ready for her Vincent lounged out on his couch, relaxing to the sounds of soft classic rock, the tv turned to some political talk show as he half dozed, waiting for her arrival with the silver collar he had in mind for her in hand, wanting to be able to slip it onto her as quickly as possible in order to take the fight out of her. He had no idea when she would arrive but he wouldn't be found wanting once she did.

 

[DomG]

Vincent could be very patient when he needed to be, an advantage that he figured vampires had over werewolves. They tended to be driven by violent instinct and wanted power because they were naturally territorial but vampires gathered power and land not because of their instincts but because they tended to be rather ambitious, even the lowliest and most recently turned vampires had instincts that drove them to conquer and take the power that they were able to get a hold of. Vincent was patient enough to wait until the chance to seize power arrive but vicious enough to go for it as soon as he needed too, a combination of that and innovative thinking having helped him rise to a level of influence few his age would ever see.

Despite all this he had a hard time containing his patience as he waited for his soon to be pet to arrive. He knew she would likely try to show up just around the time the sun rose in order to catch him off guard or at his weakest and while that was a good idea he was well prepared for that, he had gotten a very good night of sleep the night before and fed immensely well before that, if he chose too he would be able to go days without sleeping at this point and not be affected much at all... when dawn came he would be no less alert then he had been when he first walked into the club.

He smelled her coming though, when she entered the building her scent was pulled up into the air conditioning and within a minute it had been blown into his room. He smiled a little bit, suddenly very much wishing that he had replaced the door knobs with silver. It would have been absolutely hilarious to put her in the situation where she would need to burn her hands in order to just enter his home. A small chuckle came from his mouth as he turned down the TV a little bit and sat up straight, a small glass of wine being poured and set out across from him for his guest... he might be planning on enslaving her and beating her until her ability to resist him was entirely removed and she was turned into a well behaved little puppy

“Please come on in.” He called out as he heard the door opening, knowing that only one person would just walk into the apartment without first knocking... unless off course someone very stupid had decided that this would be a wonderful time to attempt to rob his apartment. His entire was incredibly tense at that moment, he was ready to leap at her the moment she started to move towards him in an aggressive fashion. “I poured you a glass of wine though if you are more inclined I suppose I could put it in a dish on the floor.” He might be playing the part of a friendly host at the moment he couldn't resist pushing her buttons just a little bit further. “Enjoy it... you and I can have our fun soon enough but for now I urge you to relax.”