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poisoned and hopeless (hauntedbeauty) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-05-28 22:16:00

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drystan, isobel

Week Eight: Sunday
Where: Drystan's penthouse
When: Evening
Who: Isobel and Drystan

Isobel was bored. Rei had yet to bring her any information on Dorian and things around the brothel were relatively quiet. Of course there was always paperwork she could be doing but she was pretty much over that idea for the time being. No, right now she wanted to be entertained and there was only one person who would do. Yes, she was talking about everyone's least favorite vampire. Some verbal bantering with thorn in her side was just what she needed to get her out of her little funk and passing notes back and forth just would not do. Not tonight anyway.

It had been a while since she had last graced him with her presence so really it was like the stars were aligning for this to be happening. It wasn't very often that she became bored enough to go to Drystan of all people. Hopefully the act wouldn't go to his already over inflated head. Hmm, someone really did need to take a giant needle and deflate it for him. Oo, maybe that's what she could spend the evening doing? Oh yes, that would be amusing. Now where could she get a needle of that size? Oh, and holy tipped too for extra fun.

Sadly the needle idea fell through and she found herself heading up to his penthouse empty handed. Darn. Isobel didn't bother knocking once she reached his door and decided to let herself in. Hopefully she would be interrupting whatever it was he was doing or else she would be disappointed. Cool blue eyes glanced around his rather lavish home and her fingers walked across various pieces of furniture as she stepped further inside. Was the overly bleached vampire not home? Now that was just unacceptable.

Something told her that he would be home soon so she figured she might as well get comfortable. One of his finer bottles of wine was removed from the cabinet and she smirked to herself as she poured a fresh glass. Surely her business partner wouldn't mind her making herself at home. Drystan was known for being so hospitable after all. With a distinct sway in her hips and her wine glass in hand, she made her way over to his fireplace and stretched out in front it. She was the picture of perfection as she waited for him and if he didn't come home soon...well, she couldn't be held responsible for what she might do to pass the time.

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sinsofseven
2008-05-31 01:19 am UTC (link)

Such a sneaky little succubus she thought she was, seeking entrance to his private lair without his presence. He of course knew that she was there mere seconds after she showed up at his door. While Drystan might have abhorred technology, it didn't mean his home was without it. There were others to deal with it clearly. Just like everything else in life. It was really all about delegation.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he was an elitist, lazy bastard. Not at all.

Drystan had been out. Not at work because really he did what he could to work as little as possible. All work and no play made Drystan a dull boy and he was certainly never that. As made oh so very clear by the sweet little succubus. She was looking for entertainment and where did she go? To him. He knew she would. Talk all she wanted to about loathing him... the little minx was really quite fond of him. He knew it and no arguments on her part would ever change that.

He was altered by a well paid guard that the dark haired beauty had taken it upon herself to make his home hers... for the night. He couldn't let that be. He didn't bother to finish buttoning up his shirt, though he did manage to do up the fly to his pants that fit perhaps a bit too low on his lean hips. But the young man who was left behind hadn't seemed to complain about the rise of his pants at all. Imagine that. No matter his appreciation for Drystan's finer bits... he was unceremoniously left where he was in the back of some club likely feeling more than a bit fuzzy from a distinct lack of blood. He'd survive and probably only want more of that particular high and Drystan was rarely one to deny....

The trek back to his home didn't take long and before she had finished that glass of fine wine, he was making his grand entrance. Through the foyer and towards the sound of the crackling fire. And of course the succubus herself.

"Missed me didn't you sweetling?" He asked, with a quirk of his lips as he came to rest a shoulder on the entrance to the room.

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hauntedbeauty
2008-05-31 01:40 am UTC (link)

Isobel had no doubt that Drystan would have been told of her arrival. How else could she explain getting in so easily? Though it was good to know that she was on the special VIP list that allowed her access without him being home. This little crush he had on her was sweet and utterly sickening all at the same time. When would he learn that she just wasn't interested in him like that? No, he was much better suited for the role of the annoying younger brother, no matter that he was far older. There was something to be said about not acting one's age and Drystan seemed perfect happy with thirteen serving as his age of choice.

The wine was being swirled in her glass as she stared off and she didn't bother turning her head when she heard the door open. Instead another sip was taken before the glass was set down next to her and only then did she bother shifting her gaze his way. "Missed isn't quite the word I would use," she answered as her crystalline gaze drifted down his form. "Last I checked you had more than enough money to purchase clothes that would actually fit you..."

Really, he could at least afford to pay someone to tell him that his pants didn't fit. It just wasn't attractive. Perhaps he could gain some more weight to fill them out? Or maybe that was just her personal preference speaking. She did tend to prefer a man who, well, looked like a man to begin with but even more than that, was nice and built. Nothing like a chiseled chest and a strong pair of arms. Someone she could really grab ahold of and who would actually be able to pin her to the...well, nevermind that wasn't important.

"To be honest, everyone else on my list was busy so I had to settle for you." A cruel smirk turned her lips as she sat up and reached for her wine once again. "So get to it, I'm bored."

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sinsofseven
2008-05-31 02:09 am UTC (link)

13? Really now? Granted he was petulant and did demand that things go his way and only his way. His attention span was rather limited... but did thirteen year old boys really have the means to attract the sort of individuals that so willingly bent over backwards, literally, for him. He did love a bit of flexibility in his play. If thirteen year old boys were so lucky... he couldn't imagine why anyone would really want to grow up. As for his crush on her... it was really quite the opposite.

She just needed someone to remove the stick up her ass. Replace it with far better things. And yes he meant that in the plural.

"And what word would you use? Pined for? wet with anticipation? an abject mess without. I'd say all of the above fits. You are looking..." he arched a brow a bit as he pushed away from the wall and began to cross the room. "I'll just be a gentleman and keep that bit to myself. "The outfit does more than make up for it though. Well it might if you could lose another inch off that skirt." He couldn't resist commenting, with just that hint of criticism that was said tongue and cheek with the only hope of getting under her skin.

Drystan glanced down at his unbuttoned shirt and pants. "Well if you prefer that I only wear things that 'fit'... That can be arranged." And with those words he set to unbuttoning the fly, ready to rid himself of all those offending 'too small' clothing.

He rarely got complaints either way. She was clearly just in denial. Didn't she know that variety was the spice of life. Maybe she needed to live for a few more years before she truly realized that.

Drystan's fingers paused in the process of unbuttoning and zipping his pants. "Get to it? No foreplay? This explains a great deal little Isobel. All these years and that's the way you've been going at it. No wonder you're such a bitch. We're going to have to remedy this." He tossed back, a smirk of his own painted on his features.

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hauntedbeauty
2008-05-31 02:31 am UTC (link)

Isobel stared at him without blinking. "No, all of those choices are clearly due to wishful thinking on your part." Another smirk. "Keep your flattery to yourself, I am immune." In fact, whenever he got on one of his little tangents all she heard was blahblahblahblah. It was almost like that one cartoon with the dog that liked to pretend his was a fight pilot. What? Isobel watched television like any other person, sue her.

Her jaw tightened a bit but she decided to let his comment roll off of her like water. "Be grateful that I'm showing as much skin as I am. I decided that today was the day I took pity on all of your fantasizing." What was the saying? Throw a dog a bone? Yes, it was something like that.

Cue what was sure to be the first of many eye rolls for the evening when he made the move to undo his pants. "I assure you that whatever panties you are wearing this evening was not what I was referring to." If she had to take a guess he probably rather enjoyed having a piece of lace jammed up his ass. Probably something he stole from some poor Victoria's Secret saleswoman while seducing her in a dressing room.

Her wine was finished with of a shake of her head and a "ha ha" throw in afterward. He just thought himself to be so funny now did he? "Cute." In one graceful movement she pushed herself to her feet and strolled over to refill her glass. "As much as you think you could handle me, I can assure you that wouldn't be the case." She was just far too much woman for him to ever survive. In fact, he'd probably die trying. Oo...

"Surely there is something more you have to offer than misplaced propositions and wishful thinking?" she asked over her shoulder as she poured the crimson liquid into the goblet. "Oh, am I being rude? Would you care for a glass?" A turn and she moved over to him, one hand carrying her glass and the other the bottle. "Here," she said as she thrust the glass into his hands. "I think I will just drink straight from the bottle tonight."

Oh, now that was sure to irritate him. The neck of the bottle was pulled up to her lips and she took a slow sip as her eyes locked onto his face and waited for his reaction. "Now," she said as the bottle was lowered. "About that entertainment..."

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sinsofseven
2008-06-02 01:25 am UTC (link)

Drystan's hand came to rest on his bare chest, pressing there as he rocked back dramatically. "Oh Isobel. You truly have made dreams come true for me tonight. You are far... far too kind." He said whole heartedly for a moment before a smirk clearly formed on his features again. "I've seen you with far less clothing on Isobel, my fantasizes require a great deal more flesh and other bodily fluids. However if you'd like to know... in detail, I'm more than willing to share." And that was no lie, despite that smirk on his face.

He had a feeling she didn't actually want to hear all those sweet little nothings. Shame.

Drystan's head cocked to the side, his fingers still on the button to his fly. "What you don't want to see the little silk number I picked up on my way out. I passed on the garter belt? Was that a mistake?" for all his assholishness, he never lacked a sense of humor. Just so happened that not everyone was entertained by the same things he was. Their loss.

"Dear Isobel." Drystan drawled out as she moved across the room and moved to refill her wine glass. "All this talk about how you are simply too much woman for me to handle... you say it like you are dying to prove it to me. Go right ahead," he finished with a flourish of his hand. She could go right ahead, he was rather certain she wouldn't be but then again he did have a high opinion of himself. Shocker there.

He watched, one carefully sculpted brow arched as she went through the motions of sharing his wine that she'd found for herself. "Care for a glass of my own wine? I have no idea why I'd want that..." He took the glass, allowing her to shove it between his fingers, perhaps like she'd shove other things. He didn't doubt she had a penchant for being a dominant individual.

"If you are into sucking on things for the evening I'm sure we can work on finding you something entertaining to do. I'm not entirely certain my wine bottle deserves the raping you're currently giving it. Poor thing."

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hauntedbeauty
2008-06-03 12:52 pm UTC (link)

Isobel shook her head, a smirk dancing upon her lips. “Then I am afraid that is one fantasy that will never be realized.” Less clothing or not, there would never be any exchanging of bodily fluids between the two. She did have standards after all and Drystan had been around the blood a time of five hundred. No, there was absolutely no desire to sleep with anyone who had fucked her entire staff.

“No, I’d really rather not.” Just the thought of him in women’s underwear made her cringe. Some people rather enjoyed that sort of thing but it just wasn’t her cup of tea. Lingerie on women yes, but not pale little boys.

Cue yet another roll of her lovely blue eyes. “I think you would enjoy it far more than I would proving it to you and that is just unacceptable.” There was no way she was going to give Drystan what he wanted. In fact, she made it her life’s mission to deny him every chance that she got.

“Oh shut up,” she said as the mouth of the bottle was pulled away. “You know you enjoy watching.” As if to prove her point, it was brought back to her lips and she flicked her tongue out over the rim in a slow, sensual movement. “Now, if you aren’t going to be a good little boy and find some way to amuse me, you can at least tell me about this sudden interest you have in Rei…” It wasn’t like him to bother the people who worked for her unless he had a good reason.

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sinsofseven
2008-06-20 01:51 pm UTC (link)

Oh such standards she purported to have. Drystan merely glanced over at Isobel with one eyebrow carefully arched. He had practiced that condescending look for several centuries. He had no problems admitting his rather slutty behavior but really it was just a bonus. Years of experience simply couldn't be beat. And he wasn't about to let a succubus attempt to make him feel like the dirty one of the two of them. Really now.

"Your loss..." Drystn said with a slight smirk. He was tempted to just continue on with his little strip show even though there was no silken undergarment to shock her with. There was actually just nothing. Perhaps that would shock her more. When was the last time she had a proper fucking. Too long likely.

Drystan crossed over the room, watching just as he said he would enjoy. And perhaps he did. But really he did require more of a show to be suitably entertained. And this was just beginning. He found a chaise that was situated near to Isobel and reclined in the gilt piece of furniture. "I fancy myself quite in love with the little mongrel." Drystan explained, straight faced. "I've come to ask you for the opportunity to fulfill my every fantasy. Please don't deny me Isobel dearest." He added with an effected pout on his full lips.

Really that was all too comical coming from Drystan's lips. Love and a lowly were. Hell truly would freeze over first.

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hauntedbeauty
2008-06-21 01:01 am UTC (link)

Isobel may have been a succubus, but that didn't mean she fucked everything that walked by or looked her way. Unlike some people. Once upon a time she would have fought against her very nature and committed herself to one man but alas, that wasn't in the cards for her. So now she stuck to feeding without getting too physical. She rather preferred it that way. It was far less...complicated.

And her being properly fucked by anyone was none of his damn business. Translation: Too long.

Isobel laughed. "Do I look like a fool to you?" The world would come to an end before Drystan 1. ever fell in love and 2. fell in love with a were. He was too much of a snob to ever go down that road except for some recreational fun. And even that was probably when he was either super board or looking for some blood play. Sick fuck. Drystan probably used weres for things that would make even her skin crawl, which was impressive considering the business she was in.

"So why don't you do something truly remarkable and be honest for once? What interest have you in Rei?" She doubted it was anything serious and believed it most likely to be Drystan wanting to be a pain in her ass. After all, she wouldn't put it past him. He did act like a spoiled child most days so really, he was probably looking for something to keep himself amused for a while and tormenting her usually did just that.

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sinsofseven
2008-06-24 01:55 am UTC (link)

Oh so she was going to play the righteous card. She was going to call a difference between sucking on a dick and sucking on the lust that inflamed a cock... Drystan was a fan of calling a spade a spade. And in her case the same whoreish shoe fit her as fit him. Was it his fault that she didn't want to acknowledge her own blood? Shame she denied such rich blood and temptations. Drystan knew he'd never do such a thing. He didn't now and it wasn't even required of him.

It was just for the proverbial shits and giggles.

Drystan gave Isobel a long assessing look. "Do you truly want me to answer that question?" He asked with a slow forming smirk working it's way over his pale features. He didn't actually think her a fool per se. He did however think she was foolishly stubborn most of the time, but that was entirely different. It seemed she was smart enough to not want to really know the things he did with others. Especially those races he deemed to be below his own exalted status. Most didn't make it out alive.

Drystan's legs crossed, one foot swinging slightly as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Hmmm is there any chance you desire my honesty more than you desire to keep your rigid little morals," he snickered at the word, "intact?" Drystan posed the question with a slight tilt of his head. "Because my interest in your little guard is what it is, whether I tell you or not. Do you plan to put up a fight?"

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