Night Wishes....(Vanity Evolved and Babygirl67)

[babygirl67]

The bell on top of the door tinkled madly as Natalia pulled it open, using a bit more force than necessary, but her level of excitement was a bit high. He was here, she could smell him over the scents of cooking food, stale grease and the stench of the other bodies. Green eyes the color of grass roved over the crowd, trying to spot his lean frame, the shock of dark hair, the little apron they made the servers wear that was so cute. Finally spotting him, she waved and slipped over to the counter, giving the hostess an intent look, pushing her mind, making sure she was sat in Ryu’s station.

She slipped into the chair with a shiver of excitement, this was it, the night. Natalia was going to reveal all to him, tell him what she was, what she wanted to do. The little frission of nervousness was unexpected, what if it went wrong? If he refused? Her exotic features creased into a frown as she tossed her thick black curls over her shoulder and waited for him to approach.

 

[Vanity Evolved]

There was really very little going on, even for him; by this point, the older, less sober crowd were out in their gutters throwing back another bottle of fermented beverage. The younger crowd, now having established an alibi to their parents about where they were had skipped off from milkshakes and burgers with their fake IDs to inhaled plant extract and hard liquor. There was maybe the odd one or two shackled down aged men, escaping their home lives for coffee... because they knew their wives found exactly the local to find them at.

And just having dropped off another plate of overly greasy cooked potato, twisting in that sickeningly sexuality-confusing pink apron, there he was. Messy black hair after hours of work, hanging lazily about his shoulders, a pair of surprisingly fashionable thick -framed black glasses just about hanging onto the edge of his nose before he pushed them back up, the rest of his outfit anything but individual; just the standard green and white uniform the other staff were wearing.

Thankfully, the depressing scene was shaken up somewhat by the small smile cracking across his face; it was her. That exquisite beauty, so youthful but at the same time held such a refined vintage, like that of a fine wine. Not like he'd know anything on that subject, however; fine wine for his underage self was whatever cheap bottle he could get with a high enough alcohol content.

Quickly wiping his worn hands across the garish apron which hung about his neck, his hands proceeded to reach for the mostly used up notepad hanging from one of the pockets as he approached, "Here again, Miss Natalia? I'm beginning to think this place would go under if you hadn't taken such a liking to the place," He teased, clicking the lid on the pen which was slid from his pocket straight after the pad.

"What can I get for you tonight?" Unknown to him though, what she sought for him to provide... wasn't on the menu.​

 

[babygirl67]

Natalia watched him approach, her face in predatory lines, like a wild jungle cat catching the scent of a delectable bit of prey. Her green eyes glittering like glass, a slow smile danced across her face as he came to stand beside her table. Delicate nostrils flared, his scent unique, a mixture of skin and cologne and something she could not put a name to, even after all these years. The noises, the people, it all faded until it was the two of them in a cocoon of her making. "A glass of wine Ryu, I find that what I hunger for....." Natalia searched for words..."Is something just out of my reach."

It had been two years that she had been watching him, their meeting on that fateful night gone from his memory now, but it was fresh in hers, like it had happened only a night ago. Poor Ryu, pinned to a dirty alley wall, one of her kind ready to sink fangs into him when she happened upon them. Such a sad way to die, and with little effort on her part, He hadn't. It had been his attacker that lay bleeding in the alley, throat torn out, blood like crimson trails on the concrete, trickling down her chin. Killing another vampire was forbidden, but the notion hadn't bothered her. The look in Ryu's face at the visage that stared him down, that had captured her, fueled her fantasies these long years. A mixture of fear and fascination, it had been temptation itself, one she resisted, to take him there.

A sigh broke from her ruby lips, so she had wiped his mind with little effort and sent him on his way. Then it started, she became a shadow in his world, his every interest, every friend known intimately. If they were not acceptable, they disappeared quietly. After a year, unable to stand the distance, she started coming into the cafe on a regular basis, like a druggie who needed a fix, impossible to stay away.

Lately though, his eyes seemed dead, like his dreams and hopes steadily slipped from his grasp, at least until she entered, then they lit up from within. Now it was the time. Time to tell Ryu everything and see if this scent would be one she could wrap herself in for the rest of time.

"Ryu, would you like to come with me after your shift is up?" Her voice was soft, husky, seductive as hell. But this must not be forced, it must be a choice of free will.

 

[Vanity Evolved]

He had to be honest; the usual look she had when she came into the place... she seemed so detached. So focused. As if she was lost, but somehow still knew precisely what she wanted. In his mind, he'd come to the conclusion she was one of those lucky few who could shoot up all they wanted and not show a thing... until old age hit, and suddenly, her body was flat out on a free clinic table as people hurriedly tried to switch out overdosed organs for those which were actually capable of keeping one alive.

Hence, why she was there so often. Nearby must have been where her dealer met her regularly... with the multitude of shady characters who seemed to meet her there on occasion seemed to only further reinforce the notion. No wonder she'd order half a slice of cake, and even then, only get down one or two spoonfuls. The constant near cryptic comments she spouted now and then only helped to prove that maybe she had been at the certain substances just a tad too long.

"Ah, just the usual, then? White?" And with that presumption, he'd already began to leave, at least giving her some entertainment in the form of his departture - a pair of jeans far too tight, possibly even a female's pair, clung tightly to his skin as was the fashion. Behind the counter, he began to fumble, searching through the multitude of hard and soft liquors, surprisingly, what made up the bulk profit of his workplace's overhead, until pulling out a half empty bottle. It had some kind of fancy faux French name, and 'Made in Columbia' on the label, but people still paid a decently ridiculous price for such an overpriced poseur to a proper vintage.

It'd taken a good few minutes, the overworked youth making his way back with the small wine glass taking up a large, empty try, placing the glass infront of her, "One glass of wine, and..."

He blinked as he recieved her offer upon his arrival; his mind half-jumped to it being an invitation to go out, but the way she phrased it just came off as strange.

"... Come again, Miss Natalia?" He replied curiously, taking his time to allow the glass to finally rest on her table.​

 

[babygirl67]

Tilting her head, a cascade of ebony locks trailing over her Dior coat, an emerald gaze pinned him, so intent it was like it picked thru his mind, taking what was wanted and throwing the rest away like so much detritus. "I asked you to come with me tonight, I have something to..discuss. An opportunity if you wish to call it that." The pregnant pause as she waited for his reaction was ripe with tension, her heart, had it beat like a human's, would have been pounding like a tribal drum.

The noise and bustle of the cafe receded, leaving only the two of them, insulated from the bombarding distractions, focus like a shard of clarity. His heart beat thundered in her ears, the reaction to her question no unexpected. Lashes dipped over her eyes, as she swayed so immersed in his scent, the blood that rushed just below that warm skin that the iron fist of control she usually had slipped and a tiny bit of power broke the dam. When her eyes opened fully, they seemed greener, her lips red and ripe with promise, even her already exotic features now seemed inhumanly beautiful. A tiny pink tongue slipped past her lips, licking teasingly, and encountered wicked fangs.

Natalia's head dropped, almost dejected by all intents and purposes, but it was a fight as the desire for him collapsed her will to wait, wanting to enfold him now, pull him....... Shaking her head, exhaling sharply, Natalia crushed the urge and lifted her head again. "So Ryu, what do you think? Are you willing to come with me?"

 

[Vanity Evolved]

"I'm... not too sure. I mean, I get off soon, but... well, if you wanted to go out on a date or something..." His cheeks were somewhat reddened; little did he know this was likely something that made her no longer flowing blood rush, as the heated fluid filled his cheeks.

"You could have justed asked, without all the round-about talking... or having to stop by and getting a coffee," He teased a little, but after a small silence on his end, he finally took the time to speak.

"But... if you're offering, like I say... I get off soon enough and... I don't know, maybe we could go do something or... find something to pass the time." He finally said, awkwardly reaching out to push a strand of overly thin, straightened black hair from his face.​

 

[babygirl67]

What curved her lips at his answer couldn't really be called a smile, it was more like the expression of a cat who had a very fat bird under one clawed paw. Nodding regally, Natalia unbuttoned her coat, letting it drop to the back of the chair, uncaring of expensive camel hair, now focused on one thing, breaking the news to the lanky boy that posed so sweetly in front of her.

Charmed by his labyrinthine answer, when a simple yes would have sufficed, long fingers wrapped around the glass Ryu placed in front of him, a slow sip gliding over her tongue, tickling her palate, but not as much as the cocktail she would be partaking of tonight. That vintage was rare indeed.

Oblivious to the glances and stares of the younger, more hormonal boys that populated the cafe, Natalia was patience itself, a quiet island in a whirlwind of energy, a predatory cat in the midst of a room full of mice.

 

[Vanity Evolved]

And wothout another word, he was gone. Off to bring more generally fattening and poorly cooked junk foods to the few people who actually bothered to come in; over the course of a good hour, his glance couldn't help but be attracted her way. The mere thought of whatever it was she had planned was enough to start placing his still growing hormonal drive into overdrive. Vivid images of sultry scenes... the odd backalley kiss... an envisioned mental image of her, delicate thighs drapped with tight, black silk underwear, highlighted only by the odd pink and red bow across the waist, and only helping to highlight the possibly mentally exaggerated clevage the silk kept in check...

It was only a few laughs and giggles came from one of the tables of teens he was delivering too, his daydreaming cut short as his knee made an audiable -whack- against one of the cheap wooden tables, enough to snap him free of the subtle erotic thoughts starting to flood his mind, a slight limp following now as he mumbled under his breath on his way back to the kitchen.

More patrons randomly came and went, precious little other than his little accident to really liven up the generally stale, dull atmosphere which came pack and parcel with the low quality food and scenary. After a small eternity of abscence, he emerged once again into the public, this time in some far more casual clothes than his enforced uniform. A simple pink and black shirt, relatively tight in the same vein as his jeans, the short sleeves showing off his relatively unimpressive biceps, the odd hint of muscle just visible beneath the cheap cotton. Surprisingly, with the way his stomach curved, and hips stood so pronounced... it was almost disturbingly feminine.

Finally, at her table, he came to a stop, instinctively pushing his hair from his face slightly, "Well, that's my shift over Miss Natalia..." He spoke somewhat awkwardly, not quite sure how to refer to her more casually.​

 

[babygirl67]

Standing, Natalia slipped the Dior back over her shoulders, rubbing her cheek along the soft texture. It was for show anyway, her metabolism didn't require coats in the winter, shorts in the summer. One small hand reached out for his, fingertips coated in a dusky pink, one ring her only ornamentation, heavy gold with a ruby that winked in the light, like freshly spilt blood. "Come Ryu....we have much to talk about."

He was so placid about this, and Natalia smiled to herself at how easy he let himself be led, so much trust in one so jaded already. The cynicism already colored the way he looked at the world around him and she didn't want that. He needed to be brought to her side, into the fold before he was like all the rest that walked the streets of this dirty little city.

Quietly, a smooth black car pulled along side them, lean lines bespeaking wealth and power, and a big man in black stepped out, the door opening in his hand, never speaking, never making eye contact. Natalia motioned for Ryu to get in, her green eyes iridescent in the street light, her face a beautiful mask, curling up beside him as the driver shut the door. They made contact, shoulder to knee, and her head was right by his shoulder, one hand cupping the fragile bone and muscle, her chin resting on it. "Do you like your live Ryu? Your job, friends...all of it?"