Time and Time Again [Corrupted Soul and Shaelinn]

[Shaelinn]

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"Oh come on, Carolyn. Wipe that frown off your face; nobody is buying it anyway. We're visiting the house of earthly delights. You may not enjoy gawking at that delicious flesh, but you can just... suck in their experience to get in touch with your inner feminine side. Have you ever done a striptease for someone?" The young brunette's pale blue eyes pierced through her partner with intensity of an x-ray; that gaze alone would be enough to effectively stupefy weaker individuals. There was something feral to it, and for a moment, you'd be inclined to believe the short girl with porcelain-like skin sacrificed pure virgins to the devil out of boredom. "Have you ever had your spine broken, Mike? I think that would be a proper response to trying to infringe a lady's privacy in such a crude manner." Ending her little speech her would have had just the right amount of impact, but her little pedantic heart just couldn't throw away the chance. "Besides," she uttered, running her slender hand through her chocolate locks, "your terminology is vastly incorrect. House of earthly delights traditionally refers to a brothel, not a strip club. That's like mistaking an excursion to the brewery for automatic permission to drink all their booze." Pointing out that they actually had a business meeting there so getting distracted by the rogue hormones would be rather damaging to their reputation was futile with Mike; no power on this planet could interfere with his desire to get laid. "Geez, thank you for the lesson, oh queen of strange parables," snorted the blond. Carolyn smiled, though if the warmth of the smile could be measured in numbers, it would be well below zero.

She looked out of the car's window silently, drawing a line on the hoarfrost on the glass with her finger; the grey streets were covered by the all-encompassing blanket of snow. The depressing concrete boxes some people liked to live in, the battered shops, the filthy pubs, everything seemed straight out of a fairytale with snow illuminating it like an icing on a giant cake. Uninvited and unwelcome, the memories nudged her subtly; all of a sudden, she recalled the way the freeze had painted her cheeks with the cutest shade of pink, how stunning her love had looked with the snow tiara sitting on her hair, the occasional shiver she had produced when the cold bit her too hard... Or when she had touched her the right way, even though her mistress would never admit it. The true reason Carolyn felt uncomfortable going to the strip club wasn't her - ha, ha - strict moral code or disgust towards young girls displaying their bodies so indecently; it just seemed inappropriate for her to drool over complete strangers when she was, in fact, taken. If Carolyn bothered to maintain a Facebook account, she'd definitely tick the column 'complicated' to describe the relationship - so complicated her sweetheart wasn't even aware of their affair at the moment - but that didn't mean she could cheat. Her kindred would no doubt view it as outright idiocy to cling to a mere human so much and she blamed mental deterioration sometimes as well, but letting go... simply wasn't an option in this case. Get a hold of yourself; now's not the good time for nostalgia. You're not in a Danielle Steel novel. Business meeting, remember? Carolyn thought as the car's engine went silent and they stopped in front of a house with especially tasteful neon sign depicting a barely dressed woman.

The term business meeting had a pretty specific meaning in their jargon; while majority of the population would imagine serious looking guys in expensive suits debating over gains and losses, in Carolyn's line of work, it represented... Well, pretty much the same plus constant threat of catching a healthy dose of lead in the vital organs. Few bullets obviously couldn't ruin her day much, but it would surely blow her cover as even humans with their penchant for ignoring anything out of ordinary were sure to notice something suspicious about a girl with her head shattered to pieces refusing to die like any polite person. "I know this is like banging my head against a brick wall, but Mike, pretty please, would you be so kind and pay attention to our... partners' new strategy and NOT to the local girls' attire? Or lack of thereof?" Carolyn asked as they entered the club. She narrowed her nose; the thousands of human scents mixing together with the tobacco, alcohol and strange perfumes were like an explosion to her overly delicate senses. At least her eyes were spared the pain for the shadows domineered this place... Shadows and smoke. "Don't be jealous, sweetie; you know you're the only woman of my life. Those girls are just eye-candy." The vampire suppressed the irresistible urge to wrap her fingers around her partners neck and push until the flesh gained a consistence of a puree. Really, now. What am I even accomplishing here? Join the mafia, they said. It will be fun, they said. "Moreover," Mike continued, "they're slacking off somewhere. Can you see them? 'Cause I can't." That was right; the table in the corner they had reserved in advance was empty. Groaning in annoyance, Carolyn quickly scanned the room with her eyes in order to verify their clients weren't giving the girls an opportunity to make some money...

And what she saw left her breathless. None other than her muse was wriggling around the pole; the same striking beauty as all those centuries ago. Carolyn froze in place. Wave of astonishment washed over her as she watched her lean movements, properly wide-eyed, and her brain obediently sent out a dose of endorphins into her body. Uncomfortable questions like What the hell is she doing there? could wait for later; what mattered was that she had finally found her. The audience surrounding her apparently appreciated her charm as well; one drunkard in particular, for he couldn't keep his hands where they belonged. Despite the girl's obvious discomfort, he climbed the stage and rubbed himself against her sensitive skin, groping her breasts harshly. He would have probably thought twice about this act if he had known he had just pressed a certain vampire's berserk button. Two offenses managed to break through Carolyn's cold shell - hurting her love and claiming her possessions - and this fool had perpetrated both in once step. Red mist of anger clouded her ability to think clearly; autopilot seized control of her body as she followed the bastard on the stage elegantly. "Carolyn, what the hell?" Mike blurted out, but the brunette couldn't hear him anymore. The first instinct was to bite the assaulter, to bury her fangs in his artery and suck him dry, but murdering all the witnesses would be just too time-consuming. She grabbed him by his longish hair and yanked backwards without a hint of mercy; the hefty fellow staggered, immediately releasing his victim. "Excuse me," she spat, "You haven't actually subscribed to the courses of gentleman-ship I'm teaching, but I may just give you a taste of it for free. Lesson one: don't you dare to lay your filthy hands on a lady until she allows it verbally. Understand?!" The vampire decided to include a practical demonstration of what happens after violating that simple rule; turning his head so he was forced to face her, she clenched her second hand into fist and punched him. His nose gave a satisfactory cracking sound and the man howled in pain. Unable to defend himself due to insane level of alcohol in his blood system, he could just stare in disbelief at the tiny girl beat the crap out of him. Kicking him from the stage, Carolyn took off her black jacket and threw it over her mistress' shoulders with apparent care. "Are you alright?"

 

[Corrupted Soul]

Ally: https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTHwMOFm7xyDrHSfKV-WCBe0-0sAdyrJhB4Ufq5lbY9KGpu_BCQ
{Heh, sorry, don't know how to put stuff in links yet}

Ally was hot. The strip club was like a sauna, and she had been dancing all night. Her feet ached from wearing the tallest high heels she had ever owned, and she was tired. Her body was sleek and shiny with sweat, and her blond hair was sticking to her face. She brushed it off of her skin. She felt like jumping right there off the table, but her shift didn't end for another three hours. When she had first started this job, it made her uncomfortable having so many men stare at her while she was half naked. But now, she was used to it. She secretly had a guilty pleasure knowing someone was watching her like that, most likely thinking dirty thoughts about her. It made her hot in other ways than temperature. However, she wasn't in the least attracted to men. Watching her, she was fine with. Touching, however disgusted her. And it happened frequently. The bouncer was usually there to rescue her, though. And to flirt with her as well.

Working as a stripper was a shameful profession, in Ally's opinion. But they made good money, and Ally needed good money if she wanted to go to medical school next term. It was coming up rapidly, and Ally didn't have nearly as much money as she should have. Paying off those mobsters really took a toll on her financially. It gave her a heart attack, just thinking about how she came so close to not being able to pay them when she was supposed too. She had to take two jobs, a stripper and a bikini barista. There were so many nights she had cried herself to sleep, worried, afraid and stressed out. But when she dreamed... oh, her dreams made everything better. When she woke up, she never remembered her face, but she always woke up feeling so safe and at ease with the world. The unnamed, forgotten woman who came to her at night and threw snowballs at her and touched her in ways that made Ally shiver with pleasure was her only true comfort. If only the woman was real.

She felt a hand on her ass, and she turned around, hiding her disgust with a sexy smile. "No touching." She scolded the obviously very drunk man.
His beady black eyes made her uncomfortable, and the way he licked his lips made her want to vomit. "Come on baby, let me take you home. I'll pay you."
Ally shook her head, and continued to dance. She focused on the music, moving her limbs to its beat, letting her body take over and her mind shut down. That was how she dealt with assholes like him. This time, though, it seemed that it wasn't working.
He touched her again, this time her thigh. She lightly jumped away from him all casual like, to the other side of the table. She slowly began to strip off her bra and panties, unsure of whether or not that was a good move. But it got her more tips. Her hazel eyes looked at the money on the table greedily. She slid it more to the middle of the table with her foot.

She felt a thud as someone else got on the table and started groping her breasts. She could smell the alcohol on him, and his erection pressing against her bare ass. She shoved him away. "I said no touching, jackass!" She yelled at him. He went right back at it. She looked desperately to the bouncer, who was too busy getting a lapdance from one of the strippers. Fuck. She shoved him away again, whirling around to face him and glaring at him, her hands turning into fists, ready to hit him. Then, before she understood what was happening, he was beaten by a small woman, who was about the same height as Ally. She stared at her in disbelief. "How the..." She started quietly, but then stopped as she wrapped her coat around Ally and asked if she was alright. She looked like she genuinely cared, and she was so kind. Her heart jumped. She felt like she knew this woman, but couldn't pinpoint where she had met her.

"I'm fine, miss. Thank you." She told her, giving her a hug. What was a chick doing in a strip club? Ally thought lesbians had a little bit more honor than men did. Or maybe it was just her wishful thinking. Her gaze drifted to the table reserved, the one where the people who wanted her money were going to sit. She saw a man sitting there, staring at the woman with a similar look of disbelief. She handed the coat back to the woman. "Thank you, but I have to get back to work." She said numbly, nervousness and fear replacing everything else. She walked over to the table and hopped on it, and began her erotic dance for the man who clearly was enjoying it. Her hands were shaking, but she tried to hide this. "The money is between those two cushions." She said quietly to him.

 

[Shaelinn]

Due to being around for much longer than mere human's mind could grasp, Carolyn understood certain phenomenons better than mortals; the cyclical nature of life, for example. No matter how much you struggled, some things simply didn't change. The constant element in Carolyn's life was her love; even though they had met so many times she would be a billionaire if she were to receive a dollar for every introductory handshake, the girl never failed to surprise her. The vampire could swear she already had her figured out, yet she always managed to come up with a new trick to disarm her. The familiar feeling of her body pressed against hers, even though brief, astounded her. To put it mildly, Carolyn wasn't the typical visitor of anime conventions with maniacal compulsion to give out free hugs; any kind of human contact that didn't involve her snapping some poor fool's neck therefore felt somewhat unusual to her. The touch of this concrete human, however, was much more than an interruption of routine. She hadn't fully realized how much she missed her until this very moment. The sweet scent of her hair, pearl-like drops of sweat glistering on her skin, the softness of her chest; nothing escaped her sharp senses and every detail struck the nostalgic chord within her. It also tempted her to pin her to the nearby wall and find out whether she still made those little shrieking sounds when pushed over the edge, but Carolyn decided that would be an indecent thing to do without even knowing her current name. Besides, playing out a hot rape fantasy probably wouldn't be the best approach after the drunkard episode.

"I see. Busy as a bee, aren't you?" Carolyn smirked a little, disapproval slighty tainting her tone; the vampire had never liked competition in the love affairs and certainly didn't appreciate all the horny men taking in sight of her muse. Not that she considered those losers unable to lay their hand on a woman before paying her for the favor her rivals, but the privilege of enjoying her beauty belonged to her and her only. Oh well, she won't be working here for much longer. I can guarantee that. "Anyway, if you ever feel threatened again, just scream; I'm stuck here for a while. Your bouncer doesn't seem to be taking his profession very seriously," Carolyn forced herself to smile, knowing that her working here probably wasn't her fault. She didn't know a single girl who grew up planning to dedicate her life to exposing her flesh in front of drooling males; it wasn't a dream job, but a last resort. Shifting blame in her direction would be idiotic. Old habits indelibly instilled in her memory, Carolyn reached out and tucked a strand of the girl's hair behind her ear in a way that screamed 'intimate'; too intimate for a complete stranger. Kicking herself mentally for not being able to resist the temptation, she jumped off the stage and joined still awe-struck Mike.

"The fuck, Carolyn? You know that chick or something? And why didn't you tell me you know that weird kung-fu shit?" Humans could be so blind sometimes; rather than relying on their senses to filter out the deception and perceive the reality for what it is, they desperately clung to every explanation that seemed logical from their standpoint. Everybody with a working pair of eyes could see that what Carolyn had done wasn't related to the knacky manipulation of opponent's energy in the slightest. No careful movements, no calcultion, just raw strength. Raw strength no man could possess - let alone woman - so their minds automatically leaped to the easiest solution, even though the evidence said otherwise. The worshippers of science were now trapped in the same cage of unshakable faith as the religious fanatics had been in the past. How ironic. "We women are mystical creatures and secrets are our fuel. There's a lot that you don't know about me yet, Mike... And what you've seen wasn't a result of studying martial arts. I'm a prototype of genetically engineered soldier," she answered sarcastically, secretly amused that her statement was actually much closer to the truth than his wild guess. A vampire or a mad scientist's experiment, both were just products of loony horror writers. Mike smirked, but didn't try to inquire further; she had dodged the question about her love successfully. "Well, if you're done with saving ladies' honor today, our partners arrived. Let's go greet them."

Carolyn nodded and headed for their table; the people who had been witnesses of her little spectacle moved out of their way respectfully, trying hard not to stare at her. Well, at least their survival instincts worked like a swiss clock. The fate was evindetly hell-bent on causing her a heart attack today, though; the only reason it didn't happen when she saw her muse dancing for one of the crooks was that her heart had stopped beating centuries ago. "Good girl. Shake that nice ass of yours for me... And you, Skids, go collect the cash." His colleague, apparently displeased that he was going to miss the show, stood up and wandered off. Healthy portion of jealousy was an exciting spice to every relationship, yet the surge of cold hatred she could feel rising in her chest was simply absurd. The scum was watching her darling as if she was a piece of meat for him to devour; not that Carolyn didn't do that as well sometimes, but that was entirely different. "Nice to see you're enjoying yourself, Will. Is that how you waste your supposedly tight budget?" she uttered, her voice acidic. "Does that mean you're finally able to repay that little debt of yours without squirming like a pathetic worm?" 'Tread lightly' was a general rule when it came to dealing with mobsters, but Carolyn's supply of patience had dried out. "Greetings, sunshine. Why so grumpy? I'll have you know this little bitch is free of charge for us. Don't mind her, she's just a coulisse... C'mon, babygirl, show daddy some love and give him a lapdance."