Just A Couple Animals WHO: Troy Alexander, OPEN WHEN: Evening; a day after the attacks WHERE: A Night World Club SUMMARY: Troy is just looking for some fun. RATING: R STATUS: In Progress
Las Vegas.
Unlike all other major cities; this was a place of sin.
When a person sees it at night – it shines as a beacon of paradise with the promise of fortune and desires that would quench their thirsty need, but even when they realize that it is nothing more than an illusion, they continue to sell their soul.
People that were night owls were drawn to what the city had to offer a night; people and other things. They come for all sorts of reasons. Troy’s reason, however, remained the same. A girl; she was nothing. Not special like the creatures that went bump in the night, not special in the sense that she was gifted with paranormal abilities. Just a regular girl, in search for a cheap thrill – something that Troy was skilled in giving.
As he danced the night away in some abandoned warehouse with other ravers, Troy kept his gaze focused intently upon the girl in front of him. He felt her lusting after him, more so than the other girls that ogled him. He could also tell that she was underage and pure; there was just something about corrupting the youths that turned him on. Every so often, Troy allowed himself to feel her body as he worked her toward a secluded corner while he made sure that every touch; every gesture he made left her wanting more. Never once did his lips touch her own or her flesh, but that did not stop him from brushing his breath along her skin to create goose bumps.
Once Troy had gotten her to where he wanted, he did what any man did when they wanted sex. He came onto her, listening to every giggle and squeal she made. He hated it when girls did that; hell, he was still trying to figure out why they did it. It was not cute; if that was the goal they were aiming for. Beggars could not be choosers, unfortunately. Just so he could get her to silence herself, Troy kissed her and used his powers to place her in a trance. She would not protest, fight him, nothing; she was his puppet. It was better than drugging her like mortal males did, because, if he wanted to hear her scream, cry, or whatever – all he had to do was release her from his hold.
Troy did not really care that he had on-lookers either; this club was basically filled with Night World beings – most that belonged with the Council, Circle Midnight, and other group clichés such as those. Since they never really cared about the actions of others, it basically allowed him to do whatever he wanted as long as they never got in trouble. He was an exhibitionist.