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Sep. 11th, 2020


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Sep. 11th, 2020 at 4:44 AM

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HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND
FIVE VAMPIRES AND A DEMON
a communal "what is this fuckery" as they all wait it out
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CASTLE DE ISCARIOT

CZERNABOG PLOT — Sept. 10th to 14th
MARCUS ISCARIOT • ELLIOT WENTWORTH • SABINE SALVADOR • IZZY BLACKWOOD (npc) • SETH FRANKLIN • DESTINY FORTIER
Marcus and Sabine will be interrupted by the sudden influx of vampires pouring into the residence - during the daytime. Safe to say, they would both be unaware, at first, as to the prolonged darkness. Elliot and Seth will catch on rather quickly that Marcus and Sabine were participating in a little blood play - but Marcus will say nothing and instead zero in right away on Seth who is automatically guilty by association with Destiny in his eyes.

Sabine will 100% be soaking up all this drama and awkwardness, because #yolo. She’ll commiserate a bit with Seth but largely just be amused by Marcus -given the fact that he’s literally consuming demon blood. Elliot will want to bury himself again and might just try to destroy his own hearing while all this is going on.

Seth is gonna be so confused, but he will try to keep up as well as possible -even with the Marcus interrogation. Ignoring the demon in the room will likely be the best course of action too. Although a couple nights in to hunkering down, he’s probably gonna feel his sibling connection go haywire and have to slip off to make sure Juliana isn’t getting eaten because his Sire would literally kill him if his baby sister got killed while visiting him.

Destiny hates everything right now. She’s going to be internally panicking a bit (sorry for those feels Elliot), but the distraction provided by the demon and Marcus’ interrogation will be more than welcome. She will probably play up her entanglement with Seth just to make some eyes twitch. After all that much needed diversion, she’ll eventually calm the fuck down and resist the urge to just put herself in a nice ‘protective’ ring of fire.

Eyes will definitely twitch because of Destiny playing it up. Eventually Marcus’ll give up and pace around the place, checking entrances and whatnot, the paranoid preternatural he can be. He will take any and all questions about Sabine at a later date… © tessisamess
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Jul. 2nd, 2020


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surprises for all

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Jul. 2nd, 2020 at 10:06 PM

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a little danger is worth the risk
Marcus Iscariot + Sabine Salvador
Some warnings shouldn't be listened to
June 27th | Temptation; then Thirst | R; biting/blood, FTB
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Part of him hoped that Nerida had noticed the messages exchanged over the forum and was waiting as he arrived at Temptation. But as he cut through the crowd to get to the bar, the Templar was nowhere in sight. Though, that didn’t necessarily mean she wasn’t lurking as she had in the past. Surely he’d know in a few days if he got another stern warning about his feeding habits.

It was 9pm exactly as he spotted the woman he’d spoken with. She stood out, not just for her blatant beauty alone, no, but because radiated a certain darkness that he couldn’t help be drawn to. She seemed like the perfect blood donor; she was new to town, didn’t mention any family or that anyone was with her.

Apparently she wasn’t a stranger not intimidated by danger, either.

“You didn’t heed my warning afterall,” the vampire noted with a dangerous looking smirk as he settled at the bar next to her. When the bartender asked him if he wanted anything he gave a shake of his head, smoothing the front of his tie to ensure it lay flat against his chest. “Whatever she’s having, though,” Marcus said, reaching into his pocket to produce a credit card to slide across the bar top.

There were a great many things in the world to be wary of, monsters and magic, even ones that might not seem monstrous. Sabine knew a great deal about many of them, primarily because she was part of that world; those monstrous beings. Oh, the demon riding with her didn’t make her a monster, not even being a witch made her that. Sabine chose to do monstrous things, and that led her down a path of blood and demons and ultimately the darkness cloying at her soul.

She found it comforting.

As she was approached, not for the first time that night, she felt something spark her attention. Beneath the warning, beneath the amusement, something intriguing lurked. She took the drink he bought her with a grin, eyes lighting up with clear mischief, “Like I said, I’m a very resilient cat. And maybe a little danger is worth the risk?” He certainly exuded an air of danger after all.

The mischief was a glint in her eyes that he was all too familiar with. It didn’t necessarily mean she was used to being fed on by vampires, the chances of that were slim - but he ventured to think that maybe glamouring wouldn’t be needed as the night progressed.

“Well if you’re so willingly a participant...” he trailed off, allowing his focus to follow his fingers as they reached out. Brushing a few strands of hair away from the side of her slender neck, Marcus honed in on her heartbeat for a few moments. It was thrumming his ears practically, but calm.

His gaze flickered back up to her eyes, smirking gently. “Marcus,” he told her - not that introductions were particularly important. “And what makes you run toward the risk rather than away from it?”

Oh, there was something that told her she’d hit pay dirt, normally finding fun in places was a solo venture. Sabine blowing into a town, destroying some lives, stealing some power, feasting a little. And that was all well and good, Sabine didn’t really want for much more. Except a little company, someone to share that destructive need with? Oh, that’d be decidedly fun.

Even if it was only for a short time.

“Sabine,” there was a hint of her accent in her name, although she tended to drop it every other time she spoke. “Why live life without risks? That’s dull and narrow sighted. The rush from a good risk? Adrenaline is very potent, and danger is very alluring.”

She purposely leaned forward, even with the hint of interest in her jugular -serial killer? Maybe a choking fetish? Or something far more enjoyable, it was hard to tell just yet, but she was definitely interested in finding out.

If she hadn’t been creeped out at this point well, there was a good chance she wouldn’t scare easily nor back down. She hadn’t slapped him for invading her space, either. He smirked faintly at her philosophy, pretending to be distracted by her neck once more. “Danger can be deadly,” he said, as if warning her again. Marcus quickly withdrew his hand in a ‘ah-ha’ type moment.

“You’re not easy to kill,” he repeated, more or less, her words.

The vampire bit his bottom lip lightly, bringing it into his mouth briefly as his eyes searched hers for answers. “Does that mean you’ve had experience or are you just that overconfident?” he asked, keeping his voice loud enough for her to hear but mindful of eavesdroppers.

There were types of men, and some women, who got significantly more than a slap when Sabine felt they’d overstepped her boundaries. Of course, a lot of the time her boundaries were dependent on her activities for the night. Be it if she was looking for some debauchery or just out for some fun.

There was a lot of leeway tonight simply because of the tone of the meeting. She was certain it would end in some kind of excitement, it was just a matter of what kind.

“I’m not,” Sabine sipped from her glass, the smirk evident over the rim, as he either caught what she was insinuating or if he just suspected she was hinting at something.

“What if I say I have experience?” She’d lived through a fair amount, enough that she was in the minority from the coven she’d belonged to, survivors of the calling so to speak. But just as much she’d survived numerous hunters over the years, and one or two idiot humans. “Isn’t it more exciting already?”

There was certainly an unmistakable darkness about her he couldn’t exactly pinpoint. A witch, perhaps? It would explain the confidence, especially if she were a necromancer. Although, he didn’t think she had him quite figured out yet. She had his interest, though.

“Then I would be impressed, and that doesn’t happen often,” Marcus told her truthfully. The vampire gave her a slightly cynical look when she mentioned excitement. “Not quite yet.” He reached out with a cold but steady hand, snagging her wrist so he could stretch her left arm out and look over the ink she had permanently placed into her body. It didn’t seem fresh, thankfully, as tattoos tended to leave a sort of chemical aftertaste.

“Do you have more?” Marcus questioned, ignoring the urge to simply bite into the inside of her wrist. But they were in the wrong part of the club for that.

“Well, I’m impressive too.” There was no humility in Sabine; she was strong and bold and confident without the demon boosting that, telling her how strong and brilliant she was, whispering those words in her head constantly to bolster whatever shitty thing Sabine was thinking of doing. She usually did it.

Her eyebrow quirked slightly as his chilled fingers caught her wrist, but Sabine didn’t pull back from the motion, twisting her arm conveniently to let him see her tattoo, just the outline of skeletal fingers touching a hand. “A few,” the one on her neck was easy to see, her hip, on the other hand… Not so much in this dress. “Are you looking for an art show?”

She would as well, even if it meant hiking her skirt up to her waist, or better, dropping the top of her dress. “It might have to be a little more private though.” Even if he was some kind of manic serial killer, Sabine had little to no qualms about being isolated with him at all.

Marcus let out a soft throaty chuckle at her response.

“Just curious,” he admitted, his eyebrows raising a bit in interest at her offer. Part of him half-expected her to pull her dress up to reveal more - instead he just paused to imagine as he admired her curves. All the while her heartbeat was impressively unwavering. “Although I wouldn’t be opposed.” She was gorgeous, and on occasions that he did indulge in pretty things and carnal desires, she certainly fit into his type.

He gave her a toothy grin, though one that wasn’t quite with his fangs yet. “I have just the place,” the vampire insisted, offering his arm as he turned toward the direction of Thirst’s entrance.

“It’s a place for those with more.. acquired tastes,” Marcus added as they walked. Though honestly he had half a mind to just bite her in the stairwell and be done with it.. but he was making some sort of life here in Seven Devils and needed to play the long game. Which meant not draining just anyone and everyone he felt like. Purposely, he flashed a fang at her as he held the door open.

She had to admit, she had expected it would take her longer to find something worth her attention in Seven Devils. Expected she’d need to dig through all the monotony around the town first, settle a little and weed out the interesting people. Having one fall into her lap instantly was a surprise, although a very welcome one.

There wasn’t a pause for consideration, no discussion of secondary locations or the like, Sabine just taking the offered arm with a soft smile. It wasn’t until the stairwell that her expectations shifted slightly.

Vampire? The fangs could’ve been some goth phase thing, or a gimmick, but he didn’t have that sad, desperate aura, no, there was something darker and more powerful under there, which was why she’d thought sociopath first and foremost. She adored meeting other sociopaths really. The challenge just fed into her ego.

But this was different, new. “And I’m sure your tastes are very refined.” Oh, but this was going to be so much fun. Enough that it caused a slight kick in her anticipation too.

At no point did Marcus fear that he may be the one in danger. He was old — he had survived demons, witches, sociopaths, and even Templars. While there was little that would genuinely surprise him about the night, he still couldn’t help but look forward to sinking his fangs deep into her artery.

A brief pause at the entrance to Thirst and they were let in without a question or having to flash his fangs more prominently - the large man at the door knowing Marcus’ face by now. “We’ll need privacy and a bottle of red wine,” he told the short hostess who greeted them. With a quick nod she glanced around to see which of the areas was unoccupied. Marcus’ arm untwisted from Sabine’s in order to rest his hand at the small of her back, urging her forward to follow the petite girl.

“Unless you’re having second thoughts?” the vampire whispered in her ear, having leant down slightly. Not that he truly cared, either way - he’d just glamour her.

She hadn’t been a vampires snack before, uncharted territory for Sabine, as a witch or a demon. In retrospect it should’ve been something she considered, maybe planned for, but since when did she worry about what was to come?

At Marcus’ offer for her to change her mind, Sabine shot him a near devilish grin, taking sure steps behind the petite hostess, eyebrow quirked back at him. “I run towards danger, remember?”

She bite lightly on her own lip, her pulse jumping just a little bit. It was mostly apprehension, but in a good way. It was rare she experienced something new, but she was actually very into the promise of this. She was exceptionally sure that should she need to, the demon would easily subvert any attempts to murder her. Her demon side seat rider rather liked keeping her alive after all.

She did seem to be taking it all in stride. At this point she was either used to being a donor, though he hadn’t noticed any scars on her neck or wrists - or she was perhaps far darker than he had first anticipated. And Marcus felt like a moth to the flame, so to speak.

The booth, though really just an area with a couch and table plus few plush chairs enclosed by curtains, already had his regular bottle of dry red merlot waiting. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his gaze zeroing in on Sabine.

“Enjoy your night, Mr. Iscariot,” the hostess said before closing the heavy velvet curtains behind her as she parted.

Marcus slowly walked a circle around the woman like she was prey. “Who are you, that you’re so unafraid?” he asked finally, bluntly. Though perhaps he should have been asking what, instead.

It was ample time to reveal her nature, the demon lurking in her skin, coiled around her soul. Or to play it out.

Witches weren’t uncommon, they’d already mentioned them in conversation after all. “You’re not the first person to be interested in my blood.” She’d used it herself, after all, Sabine just smirked as she reached up, pulling her hair away from the side of her neck, extending her throat with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“You’re also not the scariest thing I’ve come across in my life.” Vampires were dangerous, sure, especially this close, and Sabine had shed her magical skills when she set her sights on demonic possession. It was a sacrifice she’d been raised believing it was important, and so far it had worked for her. “Maybe I have a few secrets myself?”

“All due respect you don’t know who I am,” he told her fairly, though he ventured to guess she had run into a few beings who’d give even him a run for his money. Still, it was nice to keep the charade for ambiance, at least. Or, maybe she did know who he was? It would certainly explain the ease of it all.

When Sabine bared her neck in such a way it stopped him in his tracks, standing behind her. His gaze was downright predatory as he watched her for a moment, able to see the pulsing of her artery in her neck. Rarely was he given such an open, and enticing, invitation.

Stepping up behind her, Marcus’ hand snaked itself up along the fabric of her dress, tracing her sternum to the front of her throat. He held her steady, just under her jaw - able to feel her heartbeat in his hand. It was still incredibly calm given the circumstances. Without another word or warning, the vampire sunk his fangs deep into her neck.

It took him a second to realize the familiar taste in her blood - the heat, the faint taste of brimstone, the greed that it all spurred within him. She was a demon.

Very few people were giving the opportunity to manhandle her, even fewer strangers didn’t lose their hands for touching her. This was a special case.

You don’t know who I am.

A fair point, and Sabine was certain that anyone else would be scared, worried, wary. The dangerous aura, the touch of predator under the sharp attire and the clean cut appearance, sensible people would’ve been cautious to be under that much attention. It sparked something entirely different in Sabine.

As his hand closed around her jaw to hold her in place, her throat pulled long and exposed, Sabine didn’t bother with containing the light gasp, a spike of something familiar but faded in her gut. She’d never let herself be in a vulnerable position, power and control were a drug that she’d had no intention of ever kicking, but at the same time, the lack of it in this situation wasn’t off putting.

The fangs puncturing her throat punched an audible groan from her, Sabine’s hand raising to grip at Marcus’ wrist by her jaw, not pulling away or trying to free herself, but for something to grip to. Her eyes clouded black the moment the blood started flowing from her, demon power singing through her veins and arousal coiling in her nerves.

Oh, this was so new, and so very nice.

Marcus’ free hand slid over her hip, gripping it tightly with her small reactive sounds encouraging him. It was cliche in every sense of the word, but Marcus could practically taste the darkness in the blood as he drank from her. To say he had been craving demon blood was an understatement - and it was lucky that he managed to garner the attention of an actual demon. He would be riding the blood high for days, no doubt, but it would likely start a vicious cycle of seeking out various hellspawn.

It certainly reignited his dangerous addiction — but it was more or less a controlled burn for Marcus. The demon blood would give him the advantages needed to keep his progeny safe.

Since she was a demon, the vampire took his time and a generous fill before pulling his mouth from her neck — not a drop spilt. And not a concern for blood spurting everywhere as the two nicks in her skin quickly closed. Marcus loosened his grip somewhat on her throat as his other put pressure on her hip to turn her around. Her black eyes a confirmation he didn’t necessarily need but one that made him grin, regardless.

“What wonderful secrets they are indeed,” he told her, his fangs gone for now.

There was a tiny headrush, the feeling of blood loss before it was quickly replenished, the tight feeling of the punctures in her neck healing over just as the fangs were removed. A benefit to the demon skills, mild injuries healing quickly.

The grin spread over her lips slowly, a little sluggish while she came down from the rush, the black ink of her eyes fading back to her warm brown. “Surprise.” It was low, a soft drawl, and Sabine chuckled lightly, raising a hand to smooth down the front of his tie, righting it from where it’d shifted. “Some secrets are worth the big reveal, hmm?”

No one had to pretend, after all, and clearly he was either used to or prepared for the demonic flavouring. “Also why I rarely have to be worried about anything.”

“Very few succeed in actually surprising me, but you’ve managed it quite nicely,” he admitted, quirking a brow as she fixed his tie. His hand rested on her opposite hip now while his other reached up underneath her chin, his finger tilting up gently so he could watch her eyes return fully to normal.

He should have asked why she was in town; thinking back to his conversation with Dimitri on how his extended family was trickling in. But Marcus instead opted to seize the opportunity for a kind of, unholy alliance of sorts.

“Would you be interested in a.. business transaction,” he questioned, wording it in a way that suggested she’d get what she wanted out of their dealings. “Your blood for…” Marcus trailed off, letting her finish with her own terms. Granted they were reasonable and within his abilities.

Another instance where she could claim superiority, but she didn’t need to point that out at the moment. It was his offer that caught her attention though.

Business, he called it, and she supposed it was in a way. Demon blood had significant properties, she knew that much, had used it once or twice to fuck with some people. But then, it did leave her wondering exactly what she wanted out of this, what she’d expected to gain at all. She hadn’t exactly decided what she was in town for. Or how long for. But a business deal wouldn’t be too bad an idea.

“What makes you think you have something I’d want?” Of course she’d never done things the easy way, even after he’d had his teeth in her throat, she leaned forward, fingertips tugging at the bottom of his tie. “Maybe I already got what I wanted.”

Marcus let his finger flick off the underside of her chin as if he were indifferent to trying to convince her. “So that’s it, one and done?” The vampire canted his head to the side with a narrowing of his eyes, not buying it for a second. He typically wasn’t one for games, having been a part of far too many for his liking, but he humored her for the time being.

Even as she tugged at the end of his tie, Marcus removed his hands from her, shoving them into his pockets and giving a generous shrug of his shoulders. “I’m not much for mind reading, but there are plenty of vampires in town. Though, not nearly as well dressed,” he told her, his tone even keeled.

She had to admit, that probably wasn’t a one and done kind of situation. Sure, it was her first time being fed on, and it had been a rush. Apparently one that was just as potent on the other side.

“I’m sure there’s plenty, dime a dozen, probably not as interesting either.” Vampires could be boring, she hadn’t met many that she wanted to socialise with in any setting at least. “What if all I happen to want is… information?” It could work in her favour. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it felt like there was something a little more dated about him. Even if vampires were hard to gauge the age of.

He probably wasn’t born in the last century at least. “I can be your snack,” light emphasis on that, just for play, “and if I need to know something, something I can’t find out for myself, you’ll find out for me?”

Demons were not the favour of the underworld, sure, they were the most common being in Hell, but for all that they were legion, they weren’t favoured. That was hard to accomplish. Sabine typically didn’t care to appear like she wanted approval, but if she could help her sister? Well, the Hell Knight there might be an ally worth keeping in the good graces of.

All things considered; information wasn’t a whole lot to ask for. There were far worse demons with much, much higher demands - ones that would likely interfere with the safety of his progeny. Information, however? Well, Marcus could likely manage it a lot easier, and keep his distance if need be. Or simply because he wanted to - he wasn’t the most sociable of vampires and he wasn’t going to start now, not if he could help it. He had Dimitri, and he could always bug Nerida for information, but there was a surplus of gullible outlets walking around on the other side of the curtains that he could glamour into revealing their secrets.

Marcus silently considered her offer. Perhaps, with time, he could even cement a guarantee that his progeny be off-limits to any trouble that may arise with the nexus.

The vampire bit the corner of his bottom lip to keep from smirking at her snack emphasis, giving a little roll of his eyes. Modern lingo was typically lost on him, but he’d heard the word enough from Isabelle and Destiny that he knew the implications beyond the obvious.

“Well,” he finally began to say with a hint of amusement in his tone, “do we shake on it?”

“You’ve had a part of you in me,” and she was purposefully laying on the innuendo there, smirking as she turned to the previously neglected bottle of wine and the two glasses, like Marcus hadn’t been intending on drinking a different kind of red. “I think we can share a drink like civilised people and call it a deal.”

She’d likely need to find something to burn off the energy, but the promise of something of an ally towards whatever was progressing, and she’d need to poke about and see just why her blood was worth making a deal with her for. She had a hunch it wasn’t just because it tasted nicer.

“Unless you’re the bite and run type? No afterglow?”

The vampire couldn’t help but pull an over exaggerated face of blatant discomfort at her use of innuendo. When she put it like that it sounded all too intimate. “Fair enough,” he agreed, casting a glance to the wine and glasses before he moved past her.

Situating himself on the edge of the couch, Marcus grabbed the wine bottle and pulled the cork out with an easy pop. “Not entirely,” the vampire admitted, taking one of the glasses and pouring it halfway for her. Usually, at least after a good feed, he liked to bask a little, figure out how he was going to cover his tracks or make his exit.

“Although I should warn you that I can have a rather insatiable appetite but.. warnings haven’t really mattered much of the night and I doubt they’ll start now?” he assumed, holding the glass out for her in invitation to sit.

Taking the offered glass, Sabine couldn’t help but roll her eyes, settling much more comfortably on the couch, legs crossed over each other, clearly in no rush to go anywhere or flee quickly.

“You and these warnings,” it was probably a matter of prefacing what people had previously had issue with, although the notion of him offering such things to humans was somewhat laughable really. “It’s almost like you don’t want to have a personal blood bag.”

She did make it sound like he was the one benefiting entirely. And at the moment he might be, but Sabine could play a long game where needed. She had no doubt he’d be useful, if not to her then in some other way. “Do you want me to appease you with the understanding that I replenish blood fairly quickly?” Feeding him wouldn’t be an issue, even if he wanted snacks on a regular basis.

And given his mild distaste at her innuendo, Sabine smirked as she raised her glass to her lips, “Or would you rather I just say I enjoyed it about as much as you?”

Marcus poured a glass for himself, settling in and stretching one arm along the back of the couch. “I usually don’t,” he told her admittedly before taking a large sip of his wine. Usually he tried not to do personal anything.

Her questions and the accompanying sass made him look over at her with a quirked brow. “Is it really in your nature to appease anyone but yourself?” he countered. Marcus had been around enough demons to know they weren’t a particularly giving sort.

Still, having a taste for her blood was all he needed to awaken the cravings he had attempted to bury. Of course he was going to try and get another feeding in before they parted ways. Marcus’ own feeding habits in the past were wildly unpredictable and never normal. “I think you enjoyed yourself perhaps a little too much and you simply want me to stick around longer for round two,” Marcus ventured to say somewhat teasingly, hiding another dark smirk from behind his glass.

She did have a feeling that a regular donor likely wasn’t his style, no, too much from one human would kill them slowly after all, better to just gorge on one sitting and move on. “I did tell you I was a special case.” Not in so many words, but really.

The fact that he answered her sass with just as much attitude made her laugh, throaty and low, genuine. “Only sometimes, only when it suits me.” Which it rarely did, to be sure, but on the few occasions that it did suit her, Sabine was prepared to make small amendments to things.

“There’s no such thing as enjoying yourself too much,” demons were all about excess, living to it, taking it, indulging in every little whim that flicked across their minds. And Sabine had no problem sinking fully into that. She’d been chained by expectations for far too long, and if this was how she wanted to live, she was damn well going to enjoy it. “I have a feeling round two won’t be that far away,” beyond the initial contact, he’d shown very little interest in more than just her blood, but it didn’t stop Sabine leaning over to trail her hand over Marcus’ thigh. “Is self restraint really what you want to practise right now?”

Marcus begged to differ in regard to enjoying oneself too much — it was how he ended up damned for all time, after all. He could have argued it, could have, but chose not to. Any point he would make would have been rendered moot by the fact that he’d just fed off of her. Demons were all about enjoying themselves.

The vampire lowered his glass and glanced down at her hand as it lay across his thigh. She wasn’t the average demon, wanting only information in return, which left him open to more the more intimate desires she was implying with round two. “Not at all,” he agreed with a smirk. Leaning forward, he set his wine down on the table before turning his attention back to her - the predatory glint in his eyes having returned.

As he leaned back against the couch once more, Marcus’ own hand reached over and hooked behind her knee to tug her legs apart. “What’s your real name?” the vampire couldn’t help but ask curiously, pulling her toward him and encouraging her to move into his lap.

Clearly, she wasn’t the only one with surprises up her sleeves, metaphorically speaking.

She let her legs part easily, her smirk giving way to a loose smile, her own hand a little more bold in her touch. “You mean it’s name?” She could make an argument for it still being her body, that her name was and always would be Sabine, regardless of her passenger. But so far they’d gotten along well enough, and Sabine had no problems with the demon.

With her wine glass still in hand, she shifted her knees to either side of Marcus’ lap, the skirt of her dress pulling tight over her thighs until she slid it up, letting herself settle over him, her glass hand resting behind his shoulder, “Vine.” It was partly her voice, a little but of an echo as the demon emerged briefly, her eyes flashing totally black.

“You can use either.”

She was peculiar in that she seemed to be co-existing flawlessly with her demonic parasite. Marcus couldn’t recall ever seeing such a relationship between host and demon, but then he tried not to get to know that many so personally. His hands settling upon her thighs as she straddled him, his fingers helping the hem of her dress slide up before practically digging into her warm flesh. “Whatever,” he replied quietly with an almost lazy lull of his head - uninterested in technicalities at the moment of who exactly was in the driver’s seat.

For as long as he’d lived, and what experience he’d had with demons, the name didn’t sound familiar. Which, he decided, was ultimately a good thing. And, because he was kind of a dick, he’d purposely only use Sabine’s name - because why easily give the demon the egotistical stroke?

With her hand up by his shoulder, his attention was rightfully drawn to her arm and the veins that ran the length of it. “I suppose you’ll be staying in town indefinitely?” he questioned, though only half interested in an answer. The vampire’s gaze languidly traced the blood flow all the way up into her shoulder - an artery there that, with her arm extended, was perfectly accessible just under her clavicle.

The chill of his fingers on her flesh had her hips rolling just a little, the sensation unfamiliar but somewhat thrilling at the same time. It happened to have the added effect of spiking her own arousal, her pulse thrumming quicker, heartbeat that little bit louder.

“I’ve been considering it,” the Nexus was an interesting development, but it wasn’t like she was sold on it, curiosity brought her here, but there could be reasons to stay. Using a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, Sabine raised the glass of wine to her lips, tipping it and her head back to finish what was in her glass, content to exaggerate the stretch of her neck.

And just because she could, reaching back to deposit her glass on the table again. It was mostly a show, but it also pushed her pelvis into his, enough that Sabine could get a thrill from it just as much as he could, watching her blood thrum around her veins. “It’s definitely much more interesting now.”

If it wasn’t the craning of her neck as she finished her wine that got his fangs to flick out once more, it was certainly her leaning back and pressing her weight against him that did it. Had he actually been required to breathe, Marcus surely would have been struggling with their little game of arousal they seemingly started.

Luckily, there was no real way for either of them to lose.

Arguably just as dangerous as a smirk, Marcus let out a soft chuckle as one hand found the zipper of her dress and dragged it down to the base of her spine. “You must not have high expectations of interesting,” the vampire insisted teasingly - his expression turning a bit more primal before he nipped carefully at the inside of her wrist.

Discovering a biting fetish this late into the game should be criminal, but Sabine had to reason that it was the danger aspect of the biting that sparked the arousal, surely.

“Or, they’re exceptionally specific.” Interesting to her took some work, at least. Power was simple, little towns like this rarely had something worth her while, but it was starting to indicate that things wouldn’t be so cut and dry. Arching into the light press of her zipper coming undone, Sabine regarded Marcus with hooded eyes as the slinky spaghetti straps of her dress slipped from her shoulders with barely a shrug, the material pooling around her waist.

There wasn’t much special about her bra; black, strapless, keeping her breasts pert and proud. The slight hint of her hip tattoo was showing over the dress, but given that she was displaying so much biteable skin, she doubted that was where attention would go.

“Maybe,” her fingers trailed down his chest, smoothing over his tie again before resting at the bottom, her knuckles grazing over the button on his pants, “maybe I need the right kind of thrill.”

Well, she had him there with the claim of specific interests. And he couldn’t blame her as he willingly had his own. Especially when it came to Seven Devils. And blood.

Her dress had left little to the imagination with how form-fitted it’d been, but Marcus was somewhat surprised at the small peek of ink on her hip. The art distracting him from admiring her body and the quickened pulse beneath her skin as he reached out, running his thumb almost bruisingly over the top of the tattoo.

The faint brush against his pants caused the vampire to, in one fluid motion, flip her over to the right so she was on her back. Marcus made quick work of getting out of his suit jacket and loosening the knot of his tie to pull it off before he settled between her legs.

“I think I can oblige.”

The rather sudden change in position knocked the wind out of her in a rush, one hand reaching behind her for support while the other grabbed for Marcus’ shoulder. “Fuck,” That was a rush, how rare it was that anyone just manhandled her. She needed to arch towards him, her knees bracketing on his hips to pull him in while she did.

“Yeah, I think you absolutely can.” It wasn’t like she needed to play coy at that point, her dress bunched up around her waist, thighs spread around his body to pull him in, chest heaving lightly with the burning arousal. She was fairly sure that he could bite her and she’d be satisfied, amped up as she was, even if it wouldn’t be as fulfilling as pushing this little game further.

Her heels were knocked off, kicked to the floor, just so that she could dig her bare feet into his thighs, rocking upwards towards him. “I think this arrangement will work out just fine.”

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