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Dorian Kreskas (dust_and_shadow) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-04-25 02:20:00

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dorian, isobel

Week Six: Saturday
Who: Dorian and Isobel
When: Saturday Night
Where: Club in Belltown

The bar was packed. Not an unusual sight for a Friday night in one of the more trendy areas of Seattle. Humans packed the clubs along the street in droves, everyone looking for something. Love, a night of passion, to fill some hole? Everyone had their own goal in sight and honed in as the night wore on. In that respect Dorian fit right in with the masses that moved through the tight confines of the club.

He was looking for something. Someone.

Music wasn't the draw like it was for many that moved as the beat demanded. Drinks in hand, working their way closer and closer to their object of lust for the night. His form remained so indifferent to the pulse of the music, his focus entirely intent on one thing and one thing only. Her. Was he insane? Was all this searching and hunting for her a product of his mind or was she a reality... tangible, flesh and blood. In reality he wasn't sure which answer he preferred but he was bound and determined to find an answer.

The towers had been an enigma to him from the moment that he'd felt that pull that was Isobel and only Isobel from the tall building. His tracking had only deepened his curiosity and created more questions. So many of his kind... too close. So many warnings but he couldn't walk away just yet. He needed to know if it was her. He had to know.

A new motel had been found for the week. Another sad room that was furnished with only the bare necessities. His items only taking up a small portion of the space provided, never making it look anymore like a home. When the sun set and the shadows he felt most comfortable in took up their residence, Dorian finally stepped free of his room. The path he made to the Old Town Towers was almost becoming routine. This time though... he caught something. Enough to follow....

To this club.

As much as he didn't give a shit... Dorian knew how to blend in with the best of them. Before stepping foot inside and paying the cover that was required, he readied himself for the part. Sleeves rolled and a button loosened on his shirt, he's pass for one of the many men who had made their way to the club with the purpose of finding someone to 'love' for the evening at least.

Threading his way through the crowd, the feel of her only got stronger. It couldn't just be a trick of his mind. It couldn't... could it?

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hauntedbeauty
2008-04-27 12:17 am UTC (link)

Ahh Saturday night. There really wasn't a better time to go out on the town and feed. Sure there were plenty of clients who would have jumped at the opportunity of being her snack, but ever so often she liked to take to the city and really enjoy her dinner. Clubs were the easiest places to do just that. Plenty of people, lots of alcohol and everyone looking to get lucky. Hell, half the time she could just sit at the bar and enjoy pulling the energies to her. So very tasty indeed.

Tonight, however, she was in the mood for a bit more than just spectating. It had been ages since she had fully participated in any sort of dancing and decided that a night away from the brothel would do her some good. Besides, no one said that playing with your food was entirely bad now did they? Of course not. Especially not when it came to supernaturals.

Never one to dress down, she chose a dress that was sure to catch some attention and paired it with a well loved pair of black thigh high boots. There was plenty of skin exposed to touch while leaving just enough to the imagination all while oozing class and sophistication. Some jewelry was added after her hair had been styled and her makeup applied and of course she topped it all off with a light spray of her trademark perfume.

Once she was ready, she grabbed her purse and headed out. Thankfully the heavy rain from earlier in the day had tapered off so she didn't run the risk of her hair completely spazzing out along the way. With the club not too far off, she was soon making her way inside and after a brief stop at the bar, she headed toward the dance floor.

The pulse of the music had her body swaying as she moved from one partner to the next. Each taste of desire was intoxicating, but she never lingered with one person for too long. Men, women...gender didn't matter. All that did was that she ended up leaving satisfied.

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dust_and_shadow
2008-04-27 04:59 am UTC (link)

His steps through the club faltered. Almost sending him into a pair of women dancing, glasses held high in their hands as they scanned the crowd searching for those that had noticed them. They were the sort to make a big deal about a spilled drink and Dorian counted himself lucky that one only looked him up and down as he ducked his head and muttered an apology for nearly running into them.

Once past the pair he simply stopped. Trying to pinpoint what it was that had caused his footing to falter. Then there it was in the air. Not the pull of a fellow demon but the scent of a perfume that would always be ingrained in his memory. He shouldn't have even been able to smell it not with everyone else in the crowded club but he was looking for it, for anything that would be a sign of her. Dorian closed his eyes slowly and inhaled again. It had to be a coincidence. But in all his years he'd never run across that particular scent again. Close, but never the same and his memory had never faltered on this before.

Slowly, Dorian's eyes reopened and he turned to his left. The faintest waft of the perfume seeming to grow stronger with each step. Steps that he couldn't stop himself from taking even if he'd wanted to, even though he knew it was the wiser decision to just not know... what was left of his heart though couldn't let that question remained unanswered though. Maybe he was just a masochist.

He scanned the crowd that had centered itself farther from the bar, in the center of the dance floor. And in the very center of that... there she was. There was no mistaking her form. In all the years since he had walked away from her, he'd never forgotten a thing about her. Certainly not the curve of her waist, or the slender length of her neck all of which was put so perfectly on display as she moved to the steady beat of the music. How anyone couldn't notice her Dorian didn't know, But then again, few weren't and it didn't just have to do with her blood.

His questions answered. He should have just turned around and left. Packed his things and left for the next town. She was alive, she was... well she looked as though she were doing well and that was all he needed to know wasn't it? But his feet were still moving forward, sliding through the press of other people just to get a little closer. Just wanted to be near her one more time before he had to try and forget all about her one more time. Just behind her... would that be enough?

He needed to just walk away.

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hauntedbeauty
2008-04-27 05:51 am UTC (link)

A fresh drink was brought over by some random man while she danced and she silently chuckled as she wondered if he had "added" anything to it. Foolish humans, they really had no idea what they were messing with, did they? Some men might see her as the prey but really, it was she who was the huntress.

As she danced and sipped from the glass, she pulled their energies toward her and truly drank. The lust and pure sexual need in the club was almost tangible as bodies moved against each other in a sensuous grind. It was so easy to feed, almost as if they were throwing themselves at her feet and begging to be taken advantage of right then and there.

One brave soul moved toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her against his body. A wicked grin spread across her painted lips as she passed off her now empty glass. Hands moved greedily down her body as his lips sought her throat and she humored him by bringing her lips close to his ear and whispering things he could only dream about.

She felt his excitement press against her thigh but before either of them could do anything about it, she felt hands encircle her waist and pull her back. Fortunately she was light on her feet and moved back with a grace few possessed. The body her back crashed against was solid and the strangers hands on her hips caused a chill to dance up her spine.

Even through the crowd of people she could sense he was not human though she couldn't get any more specific than 'demon.' His scent was lost on her and she wondered if he was some random stranger or perhaps one of her clients who had seen or even followed her. Whatever the case, she smirked as her hands slid up her own body and around his neck, her hips moving as she backed up against him. Whoever it was, he better have come to play.

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dust_and_shadow
2008-04-30 09:27 pm UTC (link)

She was in full form. Wise enough to the way that her type of demon worked he could practically feel the way that she reveled in the emotions that surrounded her. They ebbed and flowed with the beat of the music and every sway of her hips. He didn't like it.

Not that he had a leg to stand on with that particular emotion. Dorian knew this fact and hated himself even having the feeling that turned over in his gut as he watched her move in closer with some lucky son of a bitch. Being able to love her and care for her had never been the problem. Far from it. Rather it was the fact that he did that was the problem. The reason that he had turned and ran as quickly and as painfully as he could. That tie to him could only bring danger to her that he never wanted. A broken heart was as much damage as he could let happen to her. Seeing her dead was something he knew he couldn't live with.

A lesser of two evils perhaps.

Rational thought aside, it was one thing to know that he had to move away from her had to let her be. She was here, alive, well... whatever you wanted to say and that meant he needed to leave. Now. But watching someone else touch her in ways that he had only been left to dream about wasn't something that lent itself to rational actions. Instead he moved impulsively. Once, just to feel that pull of her and then he would leave. A bad idea? Yes.

That idea was only reinforced as she moved back against him suggestively, an arm wrapping around his neck while his own hand stayed securely tied to her waist. He held her tight there against his body for a moment. Fuck, it was going to be harder to let go then he thought. His head dropped down, a deep inhale and he was almost completely lost in her. His hand tightened, palm spreading out across her midsection, runching her dress with the gesture. Somehow it was all too difficult to move his head away from the length of her neck. Instead, he found that his lips were moving over the column, his other hand brushing her hair back.

Only a few minutes then he'd slip away back into the crowd never to be seen again.

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hauntedbeauty
2008-05-01 06:13 am UTC (link)

Oh if she had only known who was behind her. The sparks that were already flying would have increased tenfold and by the end of it, he would have been dead on the floor. Stiletto heel right through the heart. Yup, that's how he would have gone out. So needless to say it was really fortunate for him that she had no idea just who it was placing his hands on her hips and holding her against his body.

A wicked smirk appeared when he dipped his head and breathed in her scent. For someone who had initiated the contact, he had been rather hesitant right up until that moment where he threw caution into the wind and caved. If only she could see who this mysterious demon was, but she almost preferred the mystery. This why she could dream up whoever she wanted and not be disappointed with the reality of it. And there was no question that she would end up disappointed. After...well, certain events, no man had been able to come even remotely close to her standards. If she really wanted to be honest, which she didn't, no one ever compared to him, and she hated him for it.

Just as his lips touched down on the exposed skin, a bolt of electricity shot right up her spine and caused a slight gasp to slip into the air. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something felt familiar. Silently she reached out with all of her senses as she slid one hand up his neck and threaded her fingers in his hair. If she allowed her mind to wander just far enough, he could have been about the right height and build to be that bastard from her past. It was a dangerous indulgence but it had been so long since she had last allowed herself to remember with someone else in his place.

Once her hair had been pulled back and his hand had returned to her shoulder, she threaded her fingers with his and enjoyed the pleasure of his lips on her neck. But slow and sweet could only amuse her for so long. The music continued to push her body on and she did her best to make sure that he felt each and every sway of her hips. His hand was tugged down and with her palm pressed flat against its back, she moved it down over her curves and helped it slide down the front of her thigh.

"Touch me," she purred as her other hand slipped behind them to grab his ass. And what a nice ass it was!

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dust_and_shadow
2008-05-03 04:12 am UTC (link)

As much as Dorian fully deserved any pointed heels that made her ass look like a million dollars, shoved into his heart... that wasn't how he pictured his end. Granted it was a good bit better than being pulled back to hell and left to whatever end it was his family had in store for him but the point remained he'd rather not find out here and now.

Which was exactly why he really should have turned around the instant he saw her and all those sneaking suspicions that had nagged at him throughout the city had been confirmed. But no... he had walked right into his own personal hell. To be so close to her but to not be with her. A hell that was entirely of his own making but one that he felt had to exist... he couldn't go back and change ever meeting her.

And he found that he didn't want to, no matter the pain that it did cause.

There was something different about her, not that he expected her to be exactly the same woman that he had walked away from all those years ago, but he could feel it in the way that she toyed with those around her. Hardened edges to her that hadn't always been there. No doubt his fault, a fact that would hit him far harder when he wasn't so close to her, her lures in full effect. Instead he was soaking in the scent of her, the feel of her as his lips moved along the length of her neck and as his hand was taken by hers. It nearly broke him, to feel the slender length of her fingers interlock with his. A fit he'd never be able to forget.

The fine line that he was walking tightened even more as his hand was directed down her body. Past the short length of what she wore, he wasn't entirely sure that it could be given the title of dress at that length. Not that any man was complaining. No words were spoken in response, that would be all too telling as to who was directly behind her in the pulse of the crowd. He knew he was far too lucky as it was that she hadn't picked him out of all the demons that it could be, perhaps he'd done just that good of a job in convincing her he never wanted anything to do with her again.

His palm slid slowly along the length of her exposed thigh, fingertips moving inward grazing her inner thigh. Small bits of the dim lighting around them were pulled together obscuring the sight of the pair of them on the dance floor. Perhaps a risky move but Dorian had always been an exceedingly private man, now was no different. Perhaps even more so. A rare moment he couldn't have again and he didn't want to share it. His hand moved as she'd demanded, touching the warmth of her flesh. Up it went, pushing the hem of her dress out of the way. Slow teasing brushes of his fingers. Resisting still... but not just because it was in his better judgment to do so, but because he remembered her, remembered all those times when it had been a tender loving game between the two of them.

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hauntedbeauty
2008-05-03 06:27 am UTC (link)

Whoever the stranger was didn't really matter at the moment. All that did was that she was able to live one of her darkest fantasies while she fed off of everyone around her. Well, she didn't think it mattered but little did she know.

A soft moan was lost to the music as his hand grazed the soft flesh of her thigh. It was a bold move going for it right there in the middle of the dance floor but she had never been bashful before. If anything it would just caused the desire seeping from the men around her to increase and give her even more to taste. Delicious. Her eyes had fallen closed for a moment, her senses reaching out as she enjoyed the path of his hand but rather than feeling the lust around her intensify, it felt like it was slipping away.

Sapphire eyes fluttered open just as the darkness was pull in around them. Funny, she distinctly remembered not taking any shadow demon clients after a run in with one who's head she wanted on a platter. A deep breath was pulled into her lungs as she studied what clues he had given her earlier. His height, the feel of his fingers laced with her own, the sparks that ignited the second he had touched her. And then there it was. She turned her head as he nibbled on her collarbone and caught the faintest of scents.

Her jaw hardened but her body continued to sway. She was almost positive that it was him but she couldn't risk spooking him while she proved her hunch. Instead, she pushed his hand farther up, just so that his fingers could feel the dampness of the barely there scrap of lace that covered her. "Come on," she grinned as she moved his hand and took a step away. "Let us go finish this somewhere more...private."

A choice wasn't given as she tugged him through the crowd and toward the far corner of the club. She never turned to glance back, didn't want to give him reason to run. No, she just kept moving forward until she reached the small manager's office. The door was pulled open and she dragged him into the dark, not bothering to reach for the lights. She turned toward him instead, gripping his shirt and pulling him roughly against her body. Just one taste and she would know. One kiss and she could unleash her full wrath and fury.

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dust_and_shadow
2008-05-04 11:19 pm UTC (link)

He knew he'd been playing with fire, pulling on his own abilities to shield the graze of his fingers over her skin. He couldn't help but want this to be a private moment... no matter just how in the public they actually were. He'd never wanted to share her, but such was the nature of her own beast all too often and now... he had absolutely no basis to make those claims of privacy. But he did anyway.

To his own downfall it seemed.

He hadn't come to find her in the club for some quick lay like most of the men there were probably hoping for. He had just wanted... to know if it was her that he'd been sensing all this while. But there he was, risking too much simply to touch her for a few moments. Her hand drawing him closer and closer to her and then... pulling him along with her. He kept the shadows that he'd called on earlier. He had no intention to finish anything, only intending to slip away as her back was turned and he was closer to the exit.

That move didn't come though, not as she led him toward a different area of the bar. He glanced over his shoulder as her hand tightened on his and he was pulled into a room. This had not been part of his plan. Fuck.

At least it was dark. There was that small saving grace. He knew he couldn't truly count himself lucky for that. Not with all that they had shared in the past. He'd only been lucky before that she hadn't picked up on the fact that it was him in the press of the crowd. What he'd do if she actually did... he didn't know and he didn't want to find out. But that moment was coming increasingly close as her hands curled into his shirt front and pulled him toward her own form. It was all too clear what the next move was. And could he really resist it?

The answer, he found, was a resounding no. He gave his fate to chance for a moment, arms tightening around her back and pulling her up to finish just what she'd started. Just a second to remember what had once been and what he'd never be able to forget. Just a moment that would likely torture him for the next hundred years... but it would be worth it. He knew that.

And then he was gone. Pulling free from her hold and moving with rapid steps toward the door that she'd closed behind them. Out of that room and away from whatever conclusions her all too smart brain would come up with. But it had been worth it, to touch the flame that flame she'd always held within once more. No matter what happened next.

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