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Slade London (fiery_dame) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-02-18 02:53:00

Entry tags:

slade, vallis

Week Dos: Friday
Who: Slade and Vallis
Where: An alley outside the Metropolitan Grill
When: Friday night

Being damn good at your job afforded one certain luxuries - one of which was being able to actually choose whose money you were playing with, for once. Slade was especially picky seeing as her nest egg was large enough to tide her over for quite awhile and so it was only the most elite in any given social setting that she would even consider. Thankfully Seattle seemed to have an abundance of wealthy individuals with absolutely no idea in how to invest their bulging bank accounts. Her reputation from Manhattan had proceeded her to this new coast it seemed, thanks to a few of her bi-coastal clients. She'd already had some sort of dinner or brunch with a potential investor every day this week. Tonight was yet another one - a kid in his thirties who still had a nice chunk of change he'd made in the dot com boom whose prior advisors hadn't done shit with. Slade, on the other hand, was more than confident she could do quite the turnaround number on it.

When inquiring where she'd like to meet, she'd gone with the Metropolitan Grill over any of her other usual haunts that might be drawing an unsavory Friday night crowd. The place was on her top ten of best places for a very, very dry martini and that was really all she needed out of this little business dinner. Sure the food was good, the atmosphere rather impressive for a first time meeting setting, but it was the shaken martini that really drew her in. To keep up appearances though, she'd only had one at dinner - no sense in appearing to be some unprofessional lush. She'd walked the potential investor to his car afterwards, a brief exchange of business cards marking his exit before the dark sedan pulled away from the curb. Slade fully intended to go back inside and have another drink or two, unwind before she headed home to the Towers, but first there was the small issue of a nicotine craving.

Dressed in one of her usual dark designer suits and a pair of rather pricey vintage Chanel pumps she'd had for years, she started towards an alley running alongside the Grill for a quick smoke. She fished a cigarette from her handbag, deposited it between her lips and ignited the end until the embers caught. She inhaled sharply, a cloud of smoke filling the air as she tucked the remaining pack back into her clutch. She'd barely made it a foot into the alley when something splashed across her calf, soaking the top of her shoe. "Fucking christ," she growled, the scent of blood assaulting her senses. Goddamn vampires, did they have to be so messy about the whole feeding bit? Didn't the years teach them anything?

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-19 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Normally, he preferred to feed in his home, a hotel room even. Any where, that was a far stretch from a dark, dank, and unceremonious alley way. Tonight, however, he'd played for too long, and the need became one he couldn't ignore much longer. He, and the two brunette faes, and slipped off together. He drank from them both, relishing in the sounds of pleasure they made, when his teeth pierced their skin. It was absolutely delicious. Taking a dark blue, handkerchief, from his coat pocket, he cleaned the corners of his mouth. Before finally tossing it to the two women.

"Even the bastard son of God, deserves some respect, you know." With his hands tucked away in his pockets, he approached the woman, only to stop short. He could sense the heat in her, heat which could be detrimental to him. Vallis didn't play with fire, he couldn't risk such a handsome form. "He died for their sins, after all. The ever ungrateful swine, and they wonder why God is so distant." Vallis began to circle her, minding his distance as he did so. Never wanting to get too close, not with this one. His foot steps echoed of the brick walls that surrounded them, accompanied by the whimpering of the two faes.

His brows raised, "Tell me, demon, do you feel God? Or is your race never allowed, the feel of his love?" He was obviously amusing himself. In that superiority type way, that was ever present on his shoulders. "Such a pity, if that is the case, what a gracious lord he was." With a tinkering laugh, he approached the faes once more. "We are all shunned now. The wicked, the sinners, the children never allowed to breath life, because their mothers would rather be whores, than take responsibility for their own actions. All damned." Vallis knew that he was, there would be no fixing that, so he simply enjoyed his life, in a way that suited him.

"Demons are not so different from the son of God. Born cursed." Before becoming a vampire, when he was still able to place his hands upon the holy bible, he rather enjoyed reading it's stories. So dark, and ominous. God was a twisted fuck, and he could respect that.

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fiery_dame
2008-02-19 10:27 pm UTC (link)

"Men are rarely worth anything more than a stiletto pressed in the most uncomfortable of locations," the cigarette took up residence between two well glossed lips, the embers burning brightly as she inhaled a momentary drag. She wasn't amused in the least by his faux religions zealot act, her anger already kindled by the ruined pair of heels she now wore...thanks to his little back alley party.

She knew he sensed the danger she presented to such cold, undead flesh as his; within her power was an element of very real danger to him. The power had shifted so suddenly in the alley way, she had wrenched it easily from his grasp, a fact that drew an icy smile across her face in spite of the heat she radiated.

She took a step or two further into the darkness, his precious little faes growing obviously nervous in the face of this new, somewhat unknown threat. "God couldn't save you from me even if he gave a damn," she purred, "and you know it." Already she could tell he was smart enough not to push his luck where she was concerned, his sudden back track had assured her as much. There was no 'death' wish this one intended to let loose tonight, as much as she would have gladly granted it.

"You're wrong if you think the strength we possess is a curse," she assured him, though the idea was most amusing. Her presence alone seemed to be returning the fear that had surely filled the faes earlier, she could feel their growing nervousness from where she stood...she fed from it, savored the taste on the night air. Her gaze fixed first on one and then the other, the intensity of her lifeless blue gaze one that was hard to ignore. "Go," she dismissed them easily, a brow arching sharply when, at first, they made no move to leave, unsure who to fear more this unknown demon or Vallis. "It won't get any nicer than that," she promised, "go. Now."

Finally they moved, slipping from Vallis' grasp to inch tentatively away, seeking the freedom, the safety that the mouth of the alley could provide. "They do smell so yummy, don't they?" Slade turned to watch them go, hurrying away as she tossed the stub of her cigarette to the ground to extinguish it with the toe of her ruined heel. The sight of it again nearly made her growl....bastard. "There. Now you've ruined my favorite shoes and I've ruined your little party. We're on our way to being even." She was intrigued by Vallis in that way a cat might be as it toys with a mouse before striking, "Perhaps next time you'll find a more appropriate location for...snack time."

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-20 05:56 pm UTC (link)

"You think so? Well, I might argue that woman are of no use, unless they are on their back, or their knees... Oh, and bent over as well. Almost forgot my favorite position for them." He once more smiled, though his annoyance was obviously present. If the creature hadn't been so damned gorgeous, and of course, female, Vallis would have been long gone by now. Women were his weakness, his power. This one, might even be controllable, if he played his cards right. Though, he wasn't quite sure the danger she threatened, was worth it.

Dark blue eyes strayed to the two faes once more, giving them a warning look to keep silent. He didn't need their distraction. "Why would God care about me?" He asked, his brow raising, as his hands slipped into the pockets of his trousers. "I know where my end will find me, if I happen to leave this life." He didn't want to leave any time soon, which was why he kept on his feet, keeping the distance ever constant between the two. "You threaten me, over a shoe? How petty. I could buy you ten pairs, if I so wished."

Once the demon dismissed the two, his anger began too, began to rise. "I was planning to fuck them later, you know." He hissed, bearing his fangs, as his eyes narrowed. "If I wasn't positive that your cunt was a death trap, I'd be rather insistent, that you replace them." Having his nights fun ruined, always placed him in a sour mood. It wasn't often that one came across such a delicious pair of faes. It would be some time, before he got lucky again.

"Even? I owe you nothing, Demon. I'd rather say, that you, owe me." His tongue pushed across the back of his fangs, as he watched her closely, his eyes never wavering, as he attempted to grasp some sort of idea, of might she might do. Even with his age, far beyond her own, her thoughts were not the easiest to penetrate. Demons never were, which was why he so often avoided them. "It is no business of yours, were I enjoy my meal. I will not be told other wise, by a little girl. I know you're dangerous, Demon, but you're a woman. Second class, even in Gods eyes." He actually began to approach her. "A woman, shall not intruct me." Vallis was torn. He was raging the anger, but at the same time, he found her strength, and vigor, so appealing, that he'd like nothing more than to pin her against the brick wall. Shame... he didn't want to have his dick burned.

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fiery_dame
2008-02-21 01:44 am UTC (link)

"Please," Slade rolled her eyes, her lack of amusement clear, "your petty misogynistic bullshit makes you exactly like every man on this planet." A little smirk curled slowly up at the corners of her lips, "Somehow I think that might hurt your ego more than anything, the idea that there is nothing special at all about you." He seemed the type to elevate himself to some higher plane, to think of himself as some greater being. Poor thing, he had no clue as to just how ordinary he was, how unimpressed she was.

"You think you're worth more than my shoe? Silly man, I would have threatened you over far less if the mood struck me. Just itching to exert you're control, aren't you?" she teased wickedly, "I bet it's killing you to stand there knowing I won't hesitate to light you up like fourth of July finale."

The idea of setting him ablaze was too yummy, really. That pretty face would melt right off - that was, if it didn't poof into a nice little pile of ashes first. It'd been awhile since she'd done away with a vamp and he was all but encouraging her to refresh her memory.

"Aw, poor little vampire," Slade offered up a mock pout, his threats falling on deaf ears. She wasn't the least bit affected by such big words - he was far too smart to act on them. As Vallis approached, she stepped forward to close the space between them more quickly, to allow him to prove this manhood he seemed so intent on exercising over her. "I don't intend to instruct you," she assured him coldly, "but I will singe those eyebrows right off your smug little face if you aren't careful."

She stepped close enough to invade his personal space, inhaling that undead scent his skin carried in droves. "Haven't you heard, little man, you play with fire, your ass will get burned."

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-22 10:14 am UTC (link)

"Please indeed, you honestly think I give a damn about your opinion, demon? I could care less, whether you recognize my greatness." Vallis knew he was extraordinary, and no one would tell him otherwise. Many had tried, and it had yet to deflate his ego. They were simply jealous. This woman would not be taking up residence in his bed, so whether or not she was impressed, was no matter to him. Vallis certainly wasn't going to allow her words to effect him, when he could go out, and find a woman, or two, would easily tell him otherwise.

It did annoy him, that he couldn't take the stand, he wished he could, with her. She was far too dangerous, and his handsome face meant more to him, than losing a battle of wits with the the woman. "You assume too much." He said lightly, not willing to give her the satisfaction. Oh, but how he did hate to lose. Again, he would just have to prove to himself afterwards, that it was nothing more than the rantings of a bitchy demon. "What makes you think I would want control over you? Women of your sort, are not my taste, so don't flatter yourself." The meek were easier to control, but there was something delicious about her. Likely the danger.

Vallis allowed his eyes to sweep over her form, when such little space rested between their two forms. "Why so hostile, little one? Dry season?" His eyes narrowed, though they didn't waver from her face. Vallis wasn't a stupid man, but his pride was certainly causing him a bother this evening. "You assume, so much. What makes you think, that the threats are needed, hmm? Do you often threaten my kind?" A brow rose at that. "You ought to be careful, there exist vampires, of age... who could put even you in your place, Slade."

He could sense that she was not a young creature. Younger than himself, but still a danger. "Little?" He laughed at that, stepped back, and clapping his hands behind his back, as he did so. "I'm far from little." Sadly, another true attribute that only catered more to his ego. "Your fire, is not one, that I wish to witness. In fact, any man would be wise to avoid it."

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fiery_dame
2008-02-22 05:23 pm UTC (link)

"True greatness needs no recognition as it exists in spite of it," Slade purred, that cold little sneer never leaving her lips, "yours is merely the posturing of a little man with an overly enlarged ego." Truly she saw nothing special in him, what was there to think unique in an arrogant vampire? The traits tended to go hand in hand - in her lifetime she'd met more than her fair share of his type, enough to know that such a personality was nothing unique. He attempts to reassure himself that the opposite was the case amused her endlessly.

"No, you much prefer them weak, don't you? The type who present no challenge, as much as they try to play to the opposite. I doubt you'd even know what to do if you were truly faced with a woman of some substance, one with a spine wrapped in steel." It was a shame, truly, as it was just that kind of woman that she so often enjoyed herself. What fun in there was dominating someone who would so easily lay down to take it? No, there was no victory if there was no fight to be won. "Sure boring playthings that you indulge in," she sighed.

"Dry season?" she chuckled darkly, the eerie sound echoing off the walls of the alleyway that held them. "If I didn't think it would excite you so, I might give you all the juicy details of just how wrong you are. Truly though, it matters little to me what you think my motivations are. Threatening you amuses me...watching you squirm, fighting the urge to strike out knowing what could occur...the entertainment is never ending." Of course he could lash out at her, but he'd have to be prepared to risk some serious roasted flesh to do such a thing.

"You would be wise to avoid my fire, little one, if only you could stop being so drawn to it." She took a step forward, invading his personal space again, the corner of her lips quirking up as she toyed with him, "It's forbidden and something about that appeals to you."

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-23 02:14 am UTC (link)

"Again, Mon cher, you assume too much." It wasn't that Vallis couldn't appreciate a strong woman, he'd broken several in his past. Or several who had believed that their inner strength, could with stand anything which life happened to throw at them. He did enjoy proving to them, that such strength, and conviction within themselves was false. For the most part, he did seek those who would be easy to control, and manipulate. The less of the challenge, the more time he had to play with others. "I have enough of a challenge with my pet, I'll have you know."

It was her fighting spirit, that so often frustrated him. If only she would except him. "Actually, I think the details of your cunt, are ones that I could certainly live without, thank you." Ah, so she was this sort. The type of person, who used a vigilante excuse, to torture the wicked, when in truth was, that they were no better than those they sought to punish. Why not just be evil? It was less complicated that way. Or perhaps she enjoyed to think of herself as a hero.

When she again approached him, he didn't move away, but rather stood his ground. His chin was raised, his jaw squared, as he meet her icy eyes. "You're the one who keeps coming to me, Mon cher." His brow raised, before Vallis closed what little space there rested between them. The front of his body pressed against her own, but his hands remained limp at his sides. "Vampires are a taste for the taboo. We are creatures built upon such ideas. The forbidden, is nothing to me..." Vallis could feel his words striking against her lips. How badly he wished to claim them. He wished to keep his life more, however. "We should part... as enemies. I think that is something, that we can agree on, no?"

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fiery_dame
2008-02-23 03:00 am UTC (link)

"I suppose that would depend on your definition of strong," she pointed out simply. Given the type he liked to keep company with, she could only imagine just how weak those he claimed had a backbone were - ones she could easily crush beneath even those stained heels she wore now. "A pet?" a dark brow arched slightly, "So you seek easy entertainment, then. A pity you don't enjoy the hunt." She'd never understood the point in having a pet - a constant attachment to another - the journey to seek out someone to fill your evenings at random was so much more fun. To each his own, she supposed, but such ownership was often just over compensation for a lack of something else. In his case, she could wager what that was.

"A shame you keep directing your attention back to it then." Had he called her a vigilante, Slade would have laughed in his face. Truly he couldn't have been more wrong. She didn't enjoy the underdog's strike back, she didn't fight for the weaker side, she simply loved to tear down those who propped themselves us as all powerful beings. Extinguishing an ego such as his, even dampening it a bit, was great fun for the demon.

"Mmmm..." she sighed thoughtfully, icy blue eyes roaming across his features, "perhaps I'm hoping you'll give me a chance to see exactly what your burning point is." That slight smirk ticked at the edge of her lips again, the sign of some sort of cruel amusement on her part, "Your rhetoric is quite tiring, you are aware of this aren't you? I hope it isn't habit to go around spouting off such Anne Rice bullshit." She winked, the vibrating of the cell phone in her jacket pocket barely phasing her. One hand slid to retrieve the device, flipping it open as she stepped back, pivoting on a ruined heel to leave Vallis in her wake.

"Yes?" she'd already forgotten his existence, focused solely on the call that had so abruptly ended their initial meeting. Slade exited the alley and left him behind to his own devices, quite entertained by her ruining of his night.

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