Haunted Roads

Who: Vallis (A Narrative)
Where: A young womans apartment.
When: Thursday late night.
What: Frustrated, Vallis seeks his normal form of release, but his choice in partner brings something out of him, that not even he expected.
Warning: Very graphic.

Legs, wrapped firmly around his hips, as they rose, and fell in that all too familiar rhythm. A rhythm, that by now, one would think he was tired of. Centuries of fucking, and still his taste had not even come close to being satisfied. It was the same in mortal life. Always, he had sought out numerous partners, to indulge his impulse. One, had managed to claim him, on more than one occasion. A beauty, if there ever was. Hair, golden, with eyes so green, the emeralds were jealous of them. It had never been his intention, to marry... to have a family. The conventional existence, that so many had fallen into. No, he was going to be like his uncle. A strange man, who saw the world, and never claimed a bride.

That had been, until the green eyed goddess, began to carry his child. It was a scandal, that her family wished to avoid, so, the two had married. At the time, Vallis was pleased, she was going to have his son. Something, that he could always respect her for. Though, love, beyond a vague fondness, never existed. He would never love another woman. Not in the way he had loved Roslin. The one woman, that he could never have... the one woman, who was perfect for him. Too perfect. His other half, in all ways... his sister.

Charles had been born, not long after he, and Margot were married. For once, he felt like a normal man, a happy man. He now had his son, to occupy his curiosity with. A son to raise in his image, to teach, to train. The first real pet, and he would always be his. No matter what. Vallis had not been anticipating the jealousy, that Roslin would feel towards his family. He knew that his sister could be cruel, just as he himself, could be cruel. They had been taught to shun those, weaker, and at a lower class than themselves. To use those, who were worth nothing. They had always been better, than most, that was simply how it was.

( How it would always be. )

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?

WHO; ALPHONSINE & VALLIS
WHEN; Satruday, nearing midnight
WHERE: An upscale club in downtown Seattle
WHAT; Ally's night of intended fun goes sour--or does it?
RATING; TBA

Alphonsine had decided to venture out on her own after an early evening of posting flyers about town to promote ROARKE's upcoming gig next week. Not only had she done her good deed with that for the day, but she had met a potential city-dweller named Serena, from the east coast. Ally had set her up with a couple places to check out, the management's number for Towers if she wanted to get a decent apartment, and there was a good possibility that she might even come to the show next week. With all of the good today, the vampire was feeling up to being a little bad. Upon returning home to C9, she found that her usual clubs and discotecs were not up to par with what she was in the mood for. Instead, she went a little more for the glamorous but elegant, something tasteful and something fun. Diamond studs, and a little bracelet, she was good to go.

She had been in the club, one of the higher-class ones with the cool name from another language, for about an hour before she was ready to give up. The man whom had approached her at the bar and was keen on chattering away about his business and his fancy car was an absolute bore and there seemed almost no chance of getting away quickly. Alphonsine could be harsh when she needed to be, but she could hardly get a word in. Instead, she let her eyes wander over the people as she sipped her gin. She was almost pinned between the bar and this man, Mister Rich, on the bar stool with her legs crossed at the knee--if only to give herself a little space. "Mhm," the vampire gave softly as she scanned the floor again.

He was detected, though not with the greatest of certainty. There had been a fair number of people that moved in, out, and around, but she knew that there was someone else like her present. Not like her as in terribly bored, but her as in vampire. There were more of them in the city than people could ever imagine, and it always piqued her curiosity when she and another walked past one another on the sidewalk, or she served them at the Alibi Room. But then she lost him, and turned her attach back to the rambler.

"Did you just hear that?" she interrupted and it took him five seconds to stop what he was saying to look at her strangely, as if to ask why she would want to keep him from finishing the story. "That man over there said someone hit a car just like yours in the lot."

"What! Who said that? Where?" Immediate panic, the twat.

A finger pointed in the direction opposite of where they sat and stood, "Him, that man, with the black jacket." Half a dozen men wore black jackets on the other side of the bar; not that any of them would know what he was talking about anyway. He asked her to wait for him to get back and said just smiled. As he wandered away, she was certain that she could not be more annoyed than she was right now, and had half the heart to gulp down her drink before she called it a very, very early night. Maybe there was something happening on the other side of town, or one of her friends might be at the bar at the Alibi Room. Ally held her glass lightly between her fingers, the pad of her index ran the rim of the glass, and she contemplated what to do.

Who: Hale, Adian, and Vallis
When: Evening
Where: Old Town Towers, seventh floor hallways, and Hale's apartment
What: Neighbors getting acquainted, isn't that nice?

"Perhaps if you hadn't offered to pay her afterwards, then she might have agreed to return home with you. Honestly, Vallis. Not all women are prostitutes." It had been rather obvious, that Vallis had used his gift against the woman. Why else would she have crawled beneath the table of a five star restaurant, and tended to him, with her mouth. At least he had been conscious enough of their surroundings, to keep his voice down. They didn't need to draw the attention of the other patrons, she was sure they all ready stuck out as it was. He'd been insistent, that they have the finest table in the restaurant, throwing money around carelessly, in some idiotic attempt to prove his deserving of it. Adian was quickly learning, that he was a great embarrassment. Though, it worried her more, that so many were willing to bend to the will of his money... even herself, though she was not quick to admit it. Her reasons, did not lie with his money, solely. It had it's perks, she couldn't deny that, but rather his connection to her sire. If she were to seek anyone out, it would be him, her brother.

With an ego, as large as his, any bruise it received, was felt in volumes. It had always been this way for Vallis. He was vain, and expected that alone, to catch any womans attention. If that wasn't bait enough, he could always convince them, that they wished to do nothing more,than please him. The gift, it seemed, he had a struggle with, after copulation. The aftermath of an orgasm, usually left a man shaken for a moment. A vampire was no different. It had been in these moments, that the woman had slipped from her stuper. Such a bruise had been received this night, and he didn't exactly appreciate his pet, adding more pressure to it. "Any woman can be a prostitute, at the right price. Even you, Adian. You think far too highly of yourself, when the truth is, that you, and all those in possession of a cunt, are no better than the whores, walking the streets." He hissed, moving around the song bird, as the two walked from the lift.

Those normally pouty lips, became a rather thin line. Once more, she had to question her desire to be around him. Was it really all worth it? With each day that passed, her reason wore down. "You give women far too little credit, and yourself too much. This line of thinking, may have been suitable in your day, and age, but things have changed. Not everyone can be bought." Rather annoyed at this point, her hand moved into the enterer of her hand bag, searching out the apartment key. The sooner she could have Vallis from her sight, the better. "I've never meet a man, who can seem so charming one moment, and then next, be the biggest piece of shit, that ever existed."
The dark blue heels, clicked across the floor, as she walked, sounding a bit more heavy, due to her new found anger. The dress, a gift from Vallis, that she wished she hadn't expected. Every thing in her closet was a reminder of how persuasive he could be. How manipulative.

Before she was able to reach the door, his arm shoot forward, the palm of his hand, pressed against the wall. Haulting her steps. "Ma beauté... if you have no right, to speak of me in such a way. Your mouth, in my opinion, has two purposes. To sing, and bob between my thighs. If you do not mind your tongue, I will make sure, that it is used for nothing more. Are we at an understanding, Adian, l'amour?" She wasn't allowed to answer, his hand rose, so that two fingers laid across her lips. "A nod will do."

"Crier plus bruyant, maintenant! Que? Louder, woman. I want you to scream for me, louder. Do you fucking Americans, know nothing beyond your own brutally spoken language? No, no, don't talk... just scream." The contents of his office were scattered upon the large, antique, floor rug. They had been misplaced, when the two moved their very heated exchange, from the paneled wall, to the top of his desk. Vallis knew that he shouldn't be messing about with humans, but there was something within them, that he admired so. Himself. Unlike some of the younger supernaturals, he could control his urge to bite during sex.

Granted, the girl would not be the same when she left, but not being able to walk properly, with the mixture of burning thigh muscles, was far more tolerable, than lacking blood. He didn't wish to have her as a pet. A pretty face, and a rather voluptuous physic were all that she could offer him. Her personality had not been amusing, nor flattering. In truth, he found her voice to be extremely irritating. The constant prattle about her job, whom she represented in the music world... it all bored him. Vallis knew there were better uses for such a mouth, and he'd been more than willing to show her. Even that, she could not do properly. Do women know nothing about pleasing men, in this day, and age?

There was another advantage to fucking this little marche in his home. He knew that any sound the two happened to make, would annoy his pet beyond belief. Such a sensitive little thing, she was. Vallis enjoyed seeing that scowl of hers. It was ever present, when they two were together. Adian found the sight of him to be intolerable. He knew why, of course. They had left Australia together, with her believing that he was a....nice man. An ami, whom would gladly help in the search, for their beloved. Suggestion had helped greatly in this task. She was much younger than him, so making her believe that he was a good sort, was simple enough.

The suggestion stopped once they reached America, and she had quickly discovered that he was, what he was. Vallis. He'd been making some attempt to keep their home peaceful, because he found her to be so amusing. A beautiful face, with an amazing talent. He understood why his sister had loved her so. Though, the temptation of it all had won him over. He had to try her. It was that little event, which had left the greatest disruption between them.

Vallis swore not to take her again, and thus far, he had every intention to keep that promise. Until boredom won him over again, then his true nature would arise. He was not an honorable man, so why should he bother trying to remain so, when it had done him no favors in the past? Honor was for humans, and those who did not have the luxury of true enjoyment. Though, it was likely that even most supernaturals, didn't enjoy the sort of things he did. Few could say that murder, and rape could present one with a high. It was that moment of overpowering another life, knowing that their fate rested in your hands, which made him feel like God. Even though it only lasted a moment, the feeling was over powering, and well worth it.

Strong hands gripped the sides of her fleshy waist, before his bodies movement stopped. "Baise..." His voice broke through the air, before his hands fell, and he stepped away from the sweaty, flushed figure, resting upon the wooden top of his desk. "Leave now." He ordered, not bothering to look at the women, before strolling to the office door, and pulling it open. He left his clothes were they had originally fallen, the slight chill of the apartment air against his heated skin, was quite refreshing. "Adian, ma petite beauté charmante. Dress, I wish for us to dine out this evening." He called, making his way through their new home, towards the rest room. "Wear the blue dress, which I bought you. And, if the whore hasn't left in five minutes, see that she does, won't you?"