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not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

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Supernova
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      • Flashing lights, banging music, alcohol. And occasionally the sound of a moron being escorted out for being a lightweight, it was one of the things you got used to seeing when you were in her position. Of course, she wasn't the type to let any grown man get close enough to be able to reach out and touch her, unless she was on the bar, though tonight, she was on a white box that managed to flicker color seemingly with each step the three women took. Or with each move of their hips, grind of their bodies, act of fingertips against skin. Which was more often than not how it happened, up their on the lit box, unless you were easily picked as a favorite to be by yourself as Dulce was, though she didn't mind being with the other girls. Hazel eyes scattered with hints of honey brown and dark green flashing when the light in the box hit white and exposed the latex boy shorts that covered her lower half, truth be told, they nearly looked as though they had been poured onto her with the way they held onto her lower half and accentuated her already there rear.

        Naturally tan legs, thanks to the Spanish heritage backed in her blood as well as her accent when she spoke, spreading just slightly as her hand slid up the body of the female in front of her, she could hear the music coming around and going toward it's end. With this in mind, her hand reached out and pulled the girl towards her, now sandwiched in between them as their bodies grinded together, the colors beneath them flashing rapidly. The lights going out once the music shifted into another song, Dulce easily moved off the box, glancing off to the side when a man with a derby hat eyed her up, cocking a brow up slightly. Moving over to him and plucking his hat off his head with a soft wink, she set it on the crown of her own and moved toward the bar, black and red striped matching latex tube top covering her well formed upper half. Sitting on one of the stools at the bar and smiling softly at the male behind it, he grinned broadly at her before the female set her hands on her hips, "Not in your life."

        Cutting him off before he even got the air in him to say anything, both of them laughed, him because he knew better and her because, well, she needed the laugh, arms folding over her C cup as he fixed her a so called 'exclusive' drink. Leaning against the bar carefully, her chest pressed against the bar and watching him like she always did, Dulce was evidently deciding whether or not to either go on break or call herself going home for the night. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Bright lights, loud music and the trappings of the decadent mortal world. This was why he never took to hiding or hermitage like the others of his kind, no..because the game was so much easier and more exciting if you stuck to the tenant of 'hiding among your prey." Fortunately for the vampire, he was privy to the changing fashion trends of the modern world, so he was never without suitable camouflage, though he always made sure to grab something worthy of his time. But that was a story for another time, or never at all..you never could predict these kinds of things when you've seen four centuries of human history flicker by your eyes as if it was nothing.

But here he was, drinking in the exotic flavour of the night, sitting at the bar with tattooed elbows sitting lazily upon the bar along with his back, black pinstriped dress shirt left untucked and sleeves rolled up just as an excuse to expose the intricate tribal design running along strong forearm below fabric, peaking out again near his collarbone. Black dress pants covered the lazily sat legs of this strange man with pale skin, midnight blue eyes and jet black hair with a quaint little streak of red curving along the right side of his skull. Cigarette rolled between his lips, passing over small spike piercing below his lower lip as the light reflected off the five separated between his two eyebrows, and the multitude that ravaged the skin of his ears. This was Tatcon Valdez, and he was loving life more and more every passing decade.

Case in point would be what he would do when he noticed the unique girl who had been dancing brought herself down among the unwashed masses and proceeded to the bar, within a meter of himself. Head would lull a bit as it turned to drop his eyes upon her lazily, cigarette falling as lackadaisically as his head towards the corner of his mouth, though he would be sure to bring lips together to secure it as he just gazed at her until she reacted. If she didn't, he would flick the umbrella in his drink at her with pinpoint accuracy for her neck.
 
      • Sitting back carefully once he slid the drink to her, her tuggable locks of hair fell forward just slightly with her leaning, adjusting herself within her seat as her small hand grasped the drink. Allowing the taste of pineapple slide down her throat with the mixture of vodka, Dulce, evidently considered Che by the way the bartender had called her not too long ago, out of a natural instinct and the feeling she would get other than when she was onstage, she knew someone was watching her. Of course she knew someone was watching her when she was onstage, and it would be considerably different if she were ugly or anything near the word, but back on topic, her eyes moved carefully across the bar. Beer, beer, appletini, beer, her own drink, space, and an umbrella?

        Well. Evidently the drink belonged to a man, judging by the hand that was near it, and mentally figuring he was either gay or he just liked his drinks with umbrellas, Dulce let her hazel eyes follow the hand up to its owner. Cocking a brow upward, more so because she was trying to figure out whether or not her gaydar should be screaming or that he was just an odd looking man with an umbrella in his drink, those thoughts were pushed aside when she took note that he looked as though he had gotten no sleep. Uhhuh. The 'uninterested even though I looked at you first' look, which caused her to roll her eyes up to the ceiling and settle them back down on the man who had slinked his way to her opposite side, crossing her slender legs at the knee. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
She rolled her eyes, and judged him based on his drink. Damn she was observant, if he had read her body language well enough. Perhaps asking for an umbrella with his drink hadn't been the best idea he had ever had, but at least now she knew he was there...though to what effect that might help him, he had yet to figure out. Oh well, at least the man who had decided to drop into her flank had given him the chance to watch her legs cross, which would be a nice spectacle at least. This his attention drew itself back to the man on her other side.

He had a debate in his mind, more drawn not by the fact he looked sleep deprived, but more that he was drunk on the lovely emotions of the place. Who needed alcohol...suppose that really didn't apply to his situation, it just dropped through his system as if passing through air. Regardless, he instead wondered if he should partake in causing a little agitation among the patron who had sat down next to this unique breed of human, because Tatcon was not much if not an annoyance when the mood suited him well. And unfortunately, at the moment it was.

Knowing that flinging things at her had not gone over so well, he instead decided to use the remainder of his still burning cigarette, and flick it at the man. Yes, he was acting rather childish, but at the moment his senses were overwhelmed in a giddy joy from his proximity to nearby actions, so it could be expected. Whatever came next he was eager to find out, though a small niggle in the back of his head started to think, "Why oh why do some of her facial features seem familiar?" That seemed to happen a lot when you've lived so long, and he imagined he would find out soon enough, right after pissing off this other individual.
 
      • It was a shame sometimes that Dulce was picky, not only in men but in several other things, up until about the point that he opened his mouth had she been paying attention to anything he said. However, her eyes watched as the cigarette landed promptly in the man's lap, aiming to start a fire against his probably all too flammable clothing, her soft hand reached out, but not for her own drink, or the man's for that matter, but instead for the 'twelve year old gay's ,who had once had an umbrella in his drink. Grasping it gently and tossing the contents onto the man's lap, he was evidently startled and didn't realize that the heat coming from his pants was not that of arousal, but that of a cigarette, reaching down carefully and plucking up the now soggy nub. Drunk and embarassed, he stood up awkwardly and moved away, shaking her head as she placed the nub of the cigarette in the glass and passed it back to him.

        Now the question was : What did he want? Well, let's see. If he was truly gay, he wouldn't want anything but another drink and to say something to her about wasting his on some random man, although if he was uniterested, he would probably still order another drink and call it a day. However, and this is how she knew he wasn't uninterested, when you start to do things one after the other, he would either quit acting everything but his age and say something ( only to kindly be turned down and rejected ) or he would do what he had done earlier and go right back to staring at her with that dull expression on his face. Plucking the wedge of pineapple from her drink, she gently sucked on a side before biting the piece off, holding the rest between her index finger and thumb, mind once again going over the possibilities before licking her lips of any excess juice.

        Turning her head and setting the rest of the pineapple into her drink, her wet and mildly sticky fingers flicked only slightly at him, the juice of the pineapple making the short distance to touch his pale skin. Full lips parting softly to such the remainder of the juice off her lips before picking up a napkin and wiping her fingers clean, her long hair acting as something of a curtain to her pretty face until she turned her head to look at him. "Something to say?" [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
For a short while the man had let the pineapple sit on his cheek before a small, mischevious grin passed over his lips and tattooed fingers came up to brush the sticky liquid from his flesh. When she asked him her question, arrogant eyes would look back over at her with a greater interest, wakefulness and attentiveness than the first glance he had made in her direction, and then he casually shrugged his shoulders before speaking. His voice came across as quite quiet, though even among all the din and noise of their surroundings, it would be heard quite clearly, like black velvet in aural form.

"I wanted to compliment you on your dancing. It had such a profound effect on the crowd that stands before us like some wave of ecstasy waiting to crash on unsuspecting drinkers. Takes a careful kind of social manipulation to drive a crowd so wild just with the careful movement of the muscles in your body, and especially your lower half. Really, I'm quite impressed. It's made a spectacular evening for me, to say the least." He started out, slowly dropping his arms away from the bar and sitting himself more upright to show his greater size and musculature, though he knew small things such as that didn't impress such women as herself.

"Of course I could compliment you on your beauty, your seductiveness, but frankly I won't because it's becoming readily apparent that the last thing your overblown ego needs is further stroking, and chances are you'd pass off such comments are dribble from another casual tosser, and that is a delight I'm not willing to give your overblown sense of self." He continued, turning to face the bar to order another drink...perhaps a beer this time, just to see where the development of fermented wheat had gone since the last time he had tasted it.
 
      • Since asking the question, her eyes had caught the arrogant twinge that rested within his, evidently he had woken up due to a simple question, mentally figuring that he was the longwinded type. Longwinded and gay. What was new. Taking the final drink from her drink, her fingers again picked up the half wedge of pineapple, doing as she had before and sucking it softly before taking three bites to finish it, chewing softly when he complimented her dancing; Intellectually, mind you. She hadn't even bothered to take notice in the way he moved himself to correct his posture, speaking a light, "Thank you." When he paused to adjust himself, turning the empty glass upside down on the napkin and pushing it back toward the otherside of the bar, catching the rest of his words when he began speaking again.

        Now, if she was the type to be crushed immediately from a few short words, she may have been teary eyed and ready to cry all over the place about it, however, Dulce wasn't that sort of woman. She hadn't been raised to be one and she wasn't about to change that now. Her lips forming into a soft smile before releasing laughter, her manicured hand falling over her mouth to silence it into soft giggles before shaking her head, "For a grown man who enjoys umbrellas in his drinks, you've got a lot to say about someone's character hm?" The music seemed to throb even more behind her once these words were said, the bass shaking the floor for what it was worth, her eyes lit up thanks to the light beneath the bar as she spoke again, "But I figure, and this is only an educated guess, that as much as you don't want to give my assumed 'overblown ego' a pump up? Just like my ego, I'll take it and soak it up as the added compliment you failed to make it."

        Just like her mother had always said, 'a confident woman could easily be the death of any man', however she was sensing that he was not particularly like any other man in this club. Deciding not to take too much thought into it, Dulce smiled softly at the man with the tattooed hands and piercings in his face.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"You're quite welcome." He would say after her reply, as he looked at the small umbrella that now sat in his bottle of beer, and he would take the chance to look over at her and hold it up. "I do have a lot to say about someone's character. Maybe not always correct, but one does what one can. For instance, I have a sensation you figure me for a gay man because I like having umbrella's in my drink. This is not the case, I just think they are the most fascinating things. Call it a fetish if you will, it's probably the description that comes closest." He added as he turned back around to put his back to the bar and playfully open and close the umbrella with almost childlike amusement, though smirking lips were more focused on the crowd as his eye colour fluctuated with the influx of sensations.

He had figured her to be the weak, foolish type, indeed if she had been he wouldn't have gone to such foolish lengths to catch her attention to begin with. There were plenty of easier girls out and about on this dance floor who could drop their pants or lift their skirts with a subtle word to the ear, but where was the fun...the challenge? No, talking with this girl was by and far more enjoyable then being part of that mess of flesh that his eyes were trailing over like a wolf in a heard of sheep. "Tell me girl, what kind of sensation does it bring you to know that all these men, and quite a few of these women, feel a burning sensation in their loins when you get up and dance? Does it bring you joy? Amusement? Tell me, because I'm quite curious to figure out why anyone would dance like that simply for the hell of it." He queried, quite seriously actually. Sometimes he would take part is society just as a means of finding simple fun, but this girl had some brains between her ears, and a confidence which made the predator in him all giddy with anticipation.
 
      • Her mind going over the options she had for the night, she knew if she were to dance again she would probably have to change clothes, which was fine considering the next outfit wasn't latex, and it would mean an added hour on her paycheck even though she would only be doing one more dance. Deciding she might as well, her eyes flickered over to the male when he caught her thinking about something else and interrupted those thoughts by speaking about what she had said earlier, cocking a brow upward when he figured out that she saw him as potentially gay. A fetish for toothpick umbrellas. Uhhuh. Asking for a simple water with a straw, the female sipped softly and without a sound, deciding it best not to say anything about his odd fetish. Whatever got him off at night, hm? However, at the tone he had used in calling her 'girl', Dulce's head shifted just slightly, finger smoothly grazing over one of the crystal clear ice cubes in her water, before her head tilted softly to the side, "You couldn't have asked one of the other girls that question?"

        It wasn't as though it was a difficult question, although she knew that the answers were different depending on the girl. Herself being one of them, her reasons probably weren't the same as everyone elses. What was more so on her mind however was why did he wish to know? Especially considering he had probably been one of the men with the so called 'burning sensation in his loins', however, her thoughts were pushed aside when she spoke again, "You answered your own question, which of those is the real answer, I'm sure you're smart enough to decide." Picking up her glass of water and moving off the stool, Dulce moved herself around him, carefully flicking the damn umbrella out of his grasp as though picking with a child to see a reaction. Not waiting for it however, the female moved to the set of doors beside the bar, evidently they led to the bathrooms as well as the girl's changing rooms. Disappearing behind one of the doors and changing out of the latex, within fifteen minutes, another set of lit boxes was exposing light and another set of three girls, including Dulce.

        Sitting on a horizontal beam that stretched across the rectangular box, the music had began to pick up speed, the colors no longer flashing beneath them, but instead it went from white light to off again, fitting the beat just as it was supposed to. Wedge stilletto heels on her feet with silk that strapped around her legs and stopped at her calves, the soft skin of her legs was once again exposed though no longer in latex, each of their outfits was somewhat burlesque. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Though she hadn't waited for it, there wasn't a reaction to be given to her swatting of his beloved umbrella. So he was fascinated by the little things, what was it to her. It was becoming readily apparent she didn't much appreciate the smaller things in life, and that made him chuckle a bit as he saw her disappear in to the back room. He shook his head a bit as he contemplated the amusing image she painted herself with, which wasn't to say that it wasn't who she really was, but either way it was amusing.

Why hadn't he asked one of the other girls? Simple, none of them had made the trip to the bar and been worthy of asking. They were sluts, or so it appeared, relishing in the attentions of the opposite (or same) sex whenever the opportunity presented itself. This was not the kind of woman that Tatcon would make a habit of talking with, unless there was just cause.

So he would grab the beer that had been purchased and brought it to his lips. A nice taste, clean, cool, but in the end it didn't really mean a damn to him, the vampire condition saw to that. But at least he could watch her show, and as a result of that be saturated with the overwhelming emotions of the club before him, a buffet of sensations that he was always keen to feast upon. The bitch had her uses at least.
 
      • There was something uncanny about that man, but she put the thoughts out of her head until after the show, knowing that one wrong step or movement could easily send her off the box, the song ending and the group of dancing people beneath them roared with a mixture of applause and whistles. Disappearing into the darkness like the other dancers, she was done with the box for the night, or any box for that matter, moving back toward the room she had come from, pulling her shoes off her feet on the way. Backstage by herself once the two women who had been going through a wardrobe change and decided to work the rest of the night, Dulce changed her clothes now into a simple pair of darkwashed denim jeans, tucking hem away in her boots. Thankfully, she had prepared for the chilly night air, tucking her peacoat under her arm as she walked down the hallway and out to beside the bar, moving under the entrance and finding herself behind the buzzing bar.

        "Out for the night?" Asked the bartender who had served her earlier, the female grasping one of the bottled waters from the underbar fridge, smiling softly as she nodded her head. "Yeah." She spoke, raising her hands and setting her water in her leather purse that settled against her side, pulling her hair up into a messy bun, her eyes moved carefully and found the male she had interacted with before still at the bar, "Still here?" Dulce asked, a spark of curiosity stabbing at her to ask him a simple question, and in doing such a thing, her full lips parted as she blew up a bit of air at her bangs that dusted across her eyelids, "Why don't you go out and dance?" To come to a club and do nothing but sit at the bar? That was no fun. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He would make the effort to watch this unique girl dance in her little box, but attention had quickly fallen away towards the crowd as his eyes faded back to an almost purple haze of blue as he grinned and sucked in the atmosphere that her and her fellows dancing inspired in such an easily led heard. He put the empty beer bottle down onto the bar and leaned back against it, arms crossing contentedly across his chest, and that would be how he remained well after the end of her dance, and the crowd became insular, interested in only fooling around with each other instead of absorbing someone else's sensuality.

When he heard her come into the bar behind him, he wouldn't make a point of looking. She had wandered off on her own accord, so for the moment he would not take the initiative of restarting the interaction. Humerously she would be the one to take the first step, and with her first inquiry he would turn his head so eyes could come into contact with her own. "Nowhere else to go on a lovely night like this, so why wouldn't I still be here?" He would reply at first, and then her second question came along. He would pass a small smirk over pierced lips as he thought of an answer, "Only if you come out and dance with me, then I will graciously accept your offer." He said as he continued to look at her for a long moment after the statement had been given.
 
      • The aura of the club had certainly heated up in comparison to how it was an hour or two ago, this being a result of the alcohol and the way the music played. Anyone who wasn't drunk off their asses knew that this was the time you figured out who was in your range enough to be able to take home. Taking a short drink of her water once he answed her question, her eyes shifted toward him when he stated he had nowhere else to go, mentally wondering if she should feel the slightest bit of bad for him. Well, she did, not entirely because he was by himself, but because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Though once the small smirk of his fell onto his lips, Dulce let her brow raise just slightly when he involuntarily asked her to dance with him. Well, considering all she was probably going to do when she left the club was go home and take a shower, probably to fall asleep in her bed, she decided that maybe a dance with this strange man wouldn't be too bad.

        As long as he didn't pull anything stupid. Then again, they had security for that, moving out of the bar again, the female moved herself in front of him, taking his hand in one of hers and pulling him out of his seat, "Come on then." Mentally taking note that his hand was freezing in comparison to hers, she knew it couldn't possibly be the result of his bear, considering his hand was dry. Dry and cold. What an oddly familiar feeling as she pulled him out onto the dance floor. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
There had been nothing unintentional about his invitation, and as she moved to go back around to bar to his side, he couldn't help but allow his grin to grow. The plan had worked quite splendidly, and though such a thought might be seem to be malicious, his plan had just been, at this particular point in time, to get her close and get her onto the dance floor. The sense of familiarity he was feeling towards her bared a similar resemblance to the sensation she was feeling about his rather cold skin, though it had warmed a bit from his excessive emotional indulgences. But that thought didn't cross his mind as they made their way to the sea of bodies before them, and though she had been pulling him along at first, it wouldn't be long before he would shift towards the leading position, dodging and pushing some people out of the way until they came to a suitable location, cramped as it was.

Turning around to face her, he would lean in a bit to whisper in her ear, amplified supernatural voice making the whisper as clear as crystal, "So let us see how you manage on the dance floor with a partner." He said, as cold hands placed themselves on her hips and held her firmly, body and feet starting to move along to the beat quite fluidly.
 
      • Keeping in mind that his hands were oddly more cold than a normal person's were, she put that in her head along with the fact that he was oddly pale and the change of his eyes. Perhaps it was that twinge of something she felt, considering it was a lot more than her just having a conversation with him. No, there were more and more things building up toward something that only made sense for him to be. Her body moving when he moved in front of her to guide her through the masses of people into what she might as well have considered a corner, there wasn't an ounce of fear in her eyes as she looked up at him once he turned and leaned down to speak to her. Her eyes half lidded for a moment, Dulce glanced over his face once his hands gripped at her hips and pulled her body towards him, cocking a brow upwards at his comment.

        Her body moving within his grasp to the beat of the music, Dulce could feel her shirt rising just slightly, allowing his still cold hands to touch the warm skin of her hips, leaning forward just slightly. "What are you?" Her words came out as she raised her head slightly, eyes roaming over his face again as she spoke up to him.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He would take a few moments to mull over the depth of her question, but for the meantime he didn't stop their movements along to the beat of the music, allowing the two of them to blend in to their surroundings while this small conversation would probably start among the rabble. It appeared as if he was releasing a sigh, though she would feel no breath upon any of her skin while his fingers dug in a little bit to her hips as a reflex. "Oh, how to word such a loaded question." He mused for a few moments as he looked deeply into her hazel optics as a sly grin passed over his lips.

"The predator of the night that has terrorized and immortalized the dreams and fantasies of the superstitious for over a century. And yet judging by your attitude and general lack of fear you might have figured this out already, leading me to believe that vampires such as myself have not been a fantasy at all for you." He decided to try and deduce as he pulled her closer to be able to whisper his erratic wordplay into her ear. He didn't seem overtly aggressive or particularly dedicated to bringing her in as prey, but he would have the fun of running his lips near her neck as he pulled away from her ear after whispering, just to try and give her nerves a small jump.
 
      • Perhaps it was the amount of expressions on his face, Dulce looking over his expressions as he silently released a sigh with no breath, awaiting his answer as she felt her body involuntarily moving closer to his again; Thanks to the way he grabbed at her hips. She should have known he was going to start that off with something like that, though now as he returned her gaze, Dulce awaited his answer patiently, disregarding the grin that fell onto his lips. Her figure now pressed against him without much space between them, truth be told, she couldn't feel any space between them, however that was not at the top of her mind, closing her eyes for a moment when his lips graced over her neck. One of her hands sliding gracefully up the male's chest before moving against his jawline, Dulce's fingers slid into his hair and tugged lightly, moving his lips away from her neck, "I'm sorry you're not at the top of my list of fantasies,"

        She murmured, stating this fact plainly, the soft skin of her warm cheek settling against his now understandably cool one, "I've got slayer blood." Her latter words being added more so for his sake rather than hers, it didn't mean she was going to kill him, although it was one of the situations she knew where it would probably need to be stated.
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He wasn't easily moved away from her neck, but head would shift away eventually as he listened to her words, though his motions would make it clear that he wasn't particularly concerned despite the facts she had given him, as apparent by the fact his hands slid around to her lower back to successfully eliminate the distance that may have remained between the two of them. "That would explain why your facial features look so familiar. Judging from your colouring, your frame, your facial features, you of Spanish descent. That would explain why I may have come across your ancestors, perhaps your father?" He queried, wanting to get to the bottom of this small mystery for nothing more than his own amusement.

"And with a history such as that, I'm not too surprised then that I am don't top that list. But I suppose if we ignore the fact that I don't plan on attacking me, you'll find I'm really a lovely bloke." Exposing a bit of his mixed heritage as a result of his years living all over the world, he would unwillingly pull his cheek away from her warm flesh to look in her eyes once more, though he held his face but a few centimeters away from her own, noses quite close to touching among the twirling lights and the wave of bodies surrounding this small meeting.
 
      • With that fact plainly stated and out of the way, there was a spark of wondering in curiosity why this vampire still bothered, his hands pulling her closer to him causing her to wonder all the more the exact same questions. He was evidently still interested, mentally taking note that he hadn't gone after one of the easier females within this club. Deciding not to wonder too much how she had picked at his interest, the comments he rendered now were generated back toward her family ancestry, Dulce decided to avoid one of the plain stated facts that a lot of Spanish girls looked the same. Not necessarily as far as their eyes went, although she very rarely came close to being compared to her father as far as looks went. However, he had gotten it right for the most part, or at least the closest slayer related to her, as it went on above her father. "Probably."

        Looking over his face again, Dulce mentally took note of the sincere words he was attempting to say, her lips curled into a soft smile when he announced that he didn't plan on attacking her; He was still a vampire. NO matter how he tossed it up, or found himself to be a 'lovely bloke'. Her fingers loosened their grip in his hair when his face drew near hers, her hazel eyes staring into his odd blue orbs, the female let her lips curl into another soft smile. Her figure turning within his grasp, her firm rear settled against him, leaning back gently before letting her hand return to where it was, "We'll see, hm?"
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The devil was in the details, and the vampire eye saw more than any human could ever hope to perceive. Maybe it was in her presence, but though many spanish girls may indeed look the same, no one human was exactly like another, and no matter what part of your family your genetic code most resembled, you always held traces of each. It was in these minute details that he had picked out some familiarity with her family heritage, a small history that have never resulted in violence and destruction because unlike most of his ilk, he didn't make a point of making his small curse well known, or giving a hunter a good reason to hunt him. Maybe that was why he was here, dancing with the descendant of a series of vampire hunters, drinking deeply of the sensations around them, and finally becoming a more complete part of it...a raindrop absorbed into the ocean.

With her back to him, and the lovely curve of her behind pressed into him, he would slide his hands back around to her hips, though it would only be a few moments before the tattooed digits passed over his slightly exposed mid-drift, following along the waistline of her jeans as he reveled in the sensation of her warm, soft skin below his own quasi dead flesh. He would bring his head to hover above her shoulder as he stayed close to her ear, not making a move to beyond this for the moment as he just took a short time to enjoy the sensation of her near to him, of them moving with the music, and of the people moving around them. "I suppose we will miss, suppose we will." He replied quite simply, as head gave up its resistance, and brought his lips back to her neck to kiss the delicate skin.
 
      • Perhaps it was the fact that she evidently wasn't a slayer that kept him around her, that kept his hands on her body, making sure as they moved that she stayed as close to him as possible. Or maybe it was the fact that she was of slayer heritage and he found it something of a drive, however she knew that a good portion of it was more so of the chase; Not that she minded because she couldn't say that she wasn't a fan of the chase herself. However, and although there was that deep twinkle of disliking anything close to the idea of vampires, Dulce found herself closing her eyes lightly, his cool fingertips leaving trails of his touch along her skin. Her hand releasing the soft locks of his black hair that her hand had gathered up when she pulled him away from her neck the first time, her fingers remained hidden in his hair however, tilting her head softly when he began speaking to her again.

        "I figure you'll make sure of that." And with the both of them full of knowledge that he probably would, the female knew to the outside world, the both of them looked rather odd; Only if you took the time to actually notice either of them among the mass of people on the dance floor, however, the clash of appearances was one of the first. Her tan skin bringing out the paleness of his, the lack there of piercings and tattoos on her skin only to be nearly blinded by all of his, these were the things that only the few people who noticed them took mind to. "My name is Dulce, by the way," The woman with the name that literally translated to 'Sweet' in Spanish spoke again, her hazel eyes opening to a half lidded stance again.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
The easiest explanation was usually the most correct. He kept the knowledge of her slayer heritage at the back of his mind because there was always the small possibility she would turn around again, and just kill him where he stood. But that was just a piece of knowledge, not a thought that guided his movements, his desire to keep a sensuous, fiery character like her dancing with him on the floor surrounded by an atmosphere of controlled chaos. He had always existed for the chase as a vampire and such a desire had almost led him to destruction of a few occasions, since he would abstain from feeding for days at a time as he hunted, playing games and doing his best to reach his personal goals. That is why he had learned this unique manner of feeding that caused his eyes to shift colours apparently at random, though they were far from. However, that was a story for another time, and the present was made for enjoyment.

That was why even when she said her name he continued placing his lukewarm lips upon the delicate skin of her neck as his hands ran a little further up on her toned midsection, passing over her stomach as arms semi wrapped around her and held her firmly to him as hips rolled with the beat keeping her rear very close in proximity to his private areas. He would take a moment of pause however to give her his name as well, "Nice to meet you Dulce, I'm Torales Vasquez, call me Tory." He would reply matter of factly before returning to her neck, and and along her jawline somewhat.
 
      • Knowing that he hadn't originally known of her background, and if he had he probably wouldn't be as close as he was now, and knowing that if she had originally figured him as a vampire as the instincts in her had been toying at this entire time, Dulce knew she probably would've been out of here by now. She had no fear for vampires, it was just a matter of not wanting to deal with it. Being that her father had made himself a tad bit known among the vampire community, she absolutely loathed having it come back around to haunt her; Vampires used to come after her as a child for that very reason. Though with this being said, he hadn't come after her with the intention of getting back at her father, or toying with her for that matter, and it was another thing pushed behind the stacks of things coming to her mind right now. Feeling the heat from her skin radiate against his hand in a natural effort to warm his hands, even as they rose from their original place at toying against the skin at her waist.

        Shaking her head softly with a smile when a silent part of her mind took note of him making sure that her rear made it's way to his groin each time her hips shifted to the music, her eyes still closed as he told her his name. "Torales." She repeated softly, not to place it back to anyone, but to see how it sounded in her mouth, her accent emphasizing parts of his name. Mocking him in a slightly teasing manner, Dulce smiled softly again, "Nice to meet you too, Tory." With introductions out of the way and his hand already half way up her shirt, generally, she would've cussed him out by now, however even with the small amount of alcohol she had taken in earlier, she felt oddly comfortable with him being as close as he was.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
His lips curled into a small smirk against her skin as he could feel the calm within her, the sense that she wasn't getting ready to run, to fight, to not lose herself in the lovely sensations such a place could impart on someone, mortal or not. Though almost any vampire would claim to be 'different' from the countless other undead who had called the night their own, Tatcon's fascination with the human world and the sensations they caused in his nerves had made him respect the laws of man, and remain little more than a specter of the vampire aura. On most accounts people figured he was just pale and was use to being awake at nights, assuming of course they didn't take note of his lack of breath or his shifting irises as she had. But she had, and despite her history which he was unaware of, she had stayed to take part in a small maelstrom of little exotic delights that he always carried around with himself. It was his personality, his desire, what had become his essence of being to keep him sane as the centuries ticked by. As of now, he was still not bored.

"The pleasure is all mine." He would reply mischeviously as his hands sat still on her stomach for a short bit, feeling the muscles under her skin shift with her movements against him, both sensations being a delight to his nervous system. One hand would leave her midsection slowly though, sliding up to rub along her arm that held her hand in his hair, feeling her lovely flesh below oversensitive fingertips as his teeth gently took some of the skin on her neck between them. She would be able to sense this was not a hard bite, just a stimulus, a sharper sensation to a delicate part of the body.
 
      • The cool sensation of his fingertips running up the smooth skin of her arm causing her body to shiver softly, despite the constant heat they were surrounded by with the mass of people evacuating to the dance floor due to the choice of song that drove them to do so. Of course he knew just like she did that there wouldn't be enough calm within this club, or not enough for it to last them a long length of time; Especially not when a certain person had noticed this scene from a while ago. Apparently she wasn't the only one to realize he was a vampire, but of course it wasn't the average human at the bar to realize something like that. Thick curls moved by his own accord to keep him at the perfect place of her neck, to this choice onlooker, this was just asking for a vampire to bite the life right out of her, and being that it was a true fact, Dulce knew more than this onlooker did. However, that didn't stop him from venturing through the people, resembling yet another dark shadow in the club for the night, disappearing among the group of people. The soft bite of his teeth against her neck causing Dulce to feel another bit of electricity to move through her body, eyes opening only once from their half lidded way before stopping on the slayer who had evidently been trying to keep 'this' incident from happening.

        Please. Did he see any blood being drawn? Though that didn't stop her from closing her eyes again and speaking softly, "Competition." And it was around that point that her free hand was grasped and her figure pulled toward the slayer who was making his rounds of saving damsels in distress. Right. Feeling his cool hand slip away from her skin, along with the sensation of his teeth leaving her as well, there was no odd movement between the two people, however whatever Dulce said to him silenced him quickly, moving her figure away from him now before shifting through the crowds of people; She was leaving now. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
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