“Oh, dear. This simply won't do. I will ask you once more. Do you or do you not owe Alexander fifty thousand dollars?”
The voice came from a scantily clad woman with a young appearance who was holding a red-haired male up by his ankle, watching his head dangle inches from the ground. Her lucullan lips curled lightly into an almost feline smirk, her free hand on her hip with a brow cocked every so mildly in slight amusement. The man was crying and thrashing around, begging for the Viking Vampire Vixen to release him. “No! No, I don't!”, he screech, the scent of fresh urine beginning to float into the air, the aroma wafting ever so gently under her nose. She gave a shiver and dropped him to the ground, moving so fast that she was merely a blur. He tried to get away but he was soon looking up mile long ivory legs, pinned to the ground by stilettos pressed against his chest. “Dear. There's no use lying to me. I already know that you do owe him money. I just really would prefer it that you admit to your wrong before we go any further. Ah – But don't think that you can stall me until sunrise by continuing to lie. You have exactly three seconds to concede before I simply say fuck it and eat you. It won't be quick and painless – I'm going to literally eat you. Flesh and all.” Her grin had shifted to that of a cruel nature, her tongue gliding over her lips.
“I do! I do! Alright – I'm sorry! I tried to get the money on time but I couldn't! I didn't even mean to borrow any money, but its New Orleans...and. Y'know! Live it up! When in Rome.” He sobbed uncontrollably, his squeaky and too-thick Jersey accent assaulting her ears as much as the scent of his urine was assaulting her nose. She wrinkled her nose delicately and sighed. “Well – If you can't pay it off...You'll have to work it off.” She gave a coy smile and pulled him up by the back of his shirt, yanking him close to her, though making sure he didn't press his lower body against her. “I have a friend. Her name is Giuvannina. She's Italian, a bit young, but she has this feminist Coven. It's quite lovely – I'm sure she'd pay quite a bit for another bitch to slap around. Its sad that you have such great size but no spine to back it up. No worries – You won't be needing it there.” She snickered and drove her knee into his groin, watching him roll in the grass and wallow in pain, begging her no. “I have children and a wife! You can't take me from th-umph!” Astrid delivered a kick to his stomach, watching him sail ten feet away and slam into the trunk of a tree, cutting him off before he finished his sentence. “Maybe you should have thought about your precious family before you borrowed fifty thousand dollars to pay for Cupid's itch and herpes. Tell me – Were the hookers worth it, 'Mikey J'?”
She taunted him with a melodious purr, a light giggle escaping past her lips. She walked over to him slowly, pushing a few platinum blonde locks from her face. “Don't answer that. Either you're going to lie and its going to piss me off or you're going to be honest and that's going to piss me off...I don't like you.” She sighed and heaved the human over her shoulder before leaping up and over the fence, taking off at high speeds through the forestry that soon lead to a back road. She wasn't running for too long before she came upon a beautiful plantation home, approaching it from the side before moving towards the front and knocking on the door. The person who answered the door was a little girl who looked no more than nine years old. She gave a sweet smile, rocking back and forth on her heels as she played with the ruffles of her frilly violet southern belle dress. “Oooh! Hiya, Astrid! What'cha got there?” The little girl shuffled some, peeking to see the man heaved over the Viking's shoulder. “Its a gift, really. Or – Not much of a gift. More of an offer.” She returned the smile as the “child” lit up, clapping her tiny hands. “He reeks of fear and piss! Ha! He's a wetter.” The little one squealed more as she jumped up and down. “I simply adore the ones that wet themselves! Its so hilarious! I'll give you seventy-five large for 'im.” The little one's fangs finally slid out as she practically shivered with excitement.
“Oh, Isis. That's just so sweet. Instead of paying me all at once, why don't you just pay me over the course of a few months? Mikey's been a really naughty boy.” Astrid smirked, throwing him onto the porch, watching as he tried to scramble away, only to be caught by Isis. “Ohh! Nina's just going to love him! He's O positively pathetic!” Her giggle was hauntingly adorable as she grabbed him by the hair. “Do we have an accord?” Astrid tilted her head, her icy blue eyes watching as Isis played with her future meal. The little one was gone in a flash and soon returned with a stack of cash. “Here's five large up front! Thanks Astrid!” Astrid gave a light curtsy, tucking the money between her breasts after folding it in half. Isis was soon dragging Mikey into the house by the ankle, doing it painstakingly slow just to freak him out more. It was working because he was screaming like a little girl. It made Astrid smile as she whipped out her phone and sent out a text to Alexander before taking off, feeling a shiver go down her spine. She had damp urine on her shoulder...Disgusting.
Just as quick as she had arrived, she was gone.
[quote=Thorina]Mikey didn't have the money; he was going to skip town without paying. I gave him to Giuvannina. Isis totally adores how pathetic he is. I've got five grand up front – She'll pay us over the next few months. I'll meet you at the cemetery in two hours.[/quote]
Alexander's light brown eyes scanned over the text sent to him from his associate before closing out the window and slipping his phone into the inside pocket on his jacket. Adjusting his cuffs, he sighed and began a brisk pace through the halls of his home, his mind running a bit rampant with thoughts on how he could gather up his missing money to make up for the unexpected nonpayment from that Jersey slime ball. Most businessmen would get worked up over such an ordeal, but Alex never did. Ever since he teamed up with Astrid, business was booming and he now owned many properties and businesses. She had Vampire contacts that he could never achieve on his own and they were always willing to “rent to own” the people that didn't pay up on time or tried to skip out on payment. She also (surprisingly) had contacts within the Pack and Group of New Orleans that were always looking for help in obtaining properties. He currently was leasing a large valley to the Pack Alpha so that they had a place to meet privately and keep humans out for their Pack activities. She also kept her accursed Coven Leader out of his hair.
Business was good – But he still enjoyed bringing in more money when he could.
With a content sigh, he made his way out to the gardens, smiling lightly as the plants perked up and bloomed at his passing by. Ah – A midnight stroll through his home was always lovely. Though, being in the garden reminded him that he intended previously on presenting Eris with that rare flower from Faerie for one of her spells. That could wait until later. He had a few phone calls to make, numbers to crunch, and a bit of shopping to do. That in mind, he was soon off, whistling on his way to his car. Dodge Chargers were all the rage these days and Alex always had to be on top. He hadn't amassed enough money to quite build up an impressive car collection due to paying Astrid, paying off property taxes and some mortgages, and putting some away for his future descendants. He was a very fickle man when it came to his money. He didn't really enjoy splurging his money on things that weren't of use and fashionable. He honestly didn't even upgrade to a smart phone until a few months ago. It helped quite a bit with keeping his things organized.
Speeding down the road and dodging oncoming cars as he switched lanes to get to the mall quicker. He was craving some records and they had such an excellent vinyl selection.
----Some time later----
Eris, is that you? Fancy meeting you here.” Alexander gave a soft smile to see the Queen Mother of New Orleans' Court, running his hands gently through his soft brown hair. “Like my new suit? Its Dulce – Custom made.” He turned a small circle in the record store as he approached the Grecian, showing off his new black suit accented with hints of green.
“Mmm. That's the spot. Nnn – Gods of Olympus that feels...amazing.”
The deep bass of a man's voice came from a room deep with the Coven Home of the Casa de Domitianus. The voice belonged to Leotychides, The Spartan was lying face down on a massage bed, hot oils being drizzled onto his back as a beautiful brunette rubbed them in and worked out the kinks. His head turned side ways as he closed his eyes, expressing his content. His enjoyment was soon over as a swift breeze tousled his golden locks and the feeling of small, soft, slightly inexperienced hands disappeared. A frown came to his face until he felt the wet, naked form of a familiar female press against his back and conform to his own figure. The moist feeling against his back was both warm and sticky – Water and blood. “Aww – Such a kind prince to have brought me a snack. I was quite hoping I would have to go out and get one.” The Nordic purr against his ear made his body tingle and he chuckled softly. “My dearest little Goldilocks. How lovely of you to visit your dear, old Maker. What's the occasion?” Leo felt lately as though he hadn't seen as much of Astrid as he once did. That she was drifting away once more and hiding more things from him than usual. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
“Ah, don't be sour. I just thought that maybe you'd enjoy sharing a few morsels with me tonight. If you'd prefer that I leave...” She gave a dramatic sigh and slid away from him, approaching the young woman that could be no more than fifteen, observing her very revealing outfit. “I swear – These Twilight freaks would sell their soul to Lucius for a one night stand with a Vampire. They try so hard its...sickeningly pathetic. Where is the joy of the hunt anymore?” She sighed once more, dipping a manicured nail deep into one of the slashes she had made upon entering the room. Behind her, Leo was smiling softly as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair before he made his way over, wrapping his arms around her midsection. “I'd love to share a meal or two with you tonight. And I do agree. But there will always be the Christians to hunt. Their genuine fear sweetens the blood making it all the more better. Ah – It doesn't get much better than making love to screaming Christians while feeding so slowly. Oh! How the fear elevates and just...Reaching such a state of euphoria. Priceless.” He gave a light laugh, nuzzling her neck gently, his nostrils being tickled by her hair. Resting his chin against her shoulder, he parted his lips for her to dip her finger in, sucking off the blood slowly before releasing her and moving to the body as well.
His fangs slid out with a “click” before sinking deep into the girl's femoral artery. He gave a light laugh as Astrid whined behind him that he stole her spot. He lifted his gaze without moving his head to see that she settled for the top of the girl's left breast, using her fangs to tear into the flesh and make a bigger wound. She always was such a messy feeder. He closed his eyes as the sweet A positive flowed past his lips, giving him a surge of energy and a bit of arousal as well. His moans mingled in harmony with Astrid's as they shared the meal, sucking the girl dry and taking their time with it. Feeling the blood slow made him sad and when it stopped flowing altogether, he gave a light frown and an “aww”, lifting his head from between the girl's legs. He glanced at Astrid who was licking her fingers clean and a grin formed on his face. “You missed a spot.” He flitted to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and placing the other on the back of her neck. He let his lips and tongue explore her face, neck, and shoulders as he cleaned up the blood from her mess. He attempted to get her legs around his waist and her onto the bed, but that's as far as it got before she pried herself free and flitted to the other side of the room, perching on top of the desk in his study with a grin. “I don't think so, lover. Remember last week when you stole my lunch? Payback's a bitch.” Giving a smirk, she was soon gone, most likely headed for her room to get dressed.
He hated it when she did that. He was all worked up for no reason and with no release. He wasn't as sexually flexible as the other two men in the Coven. Sighing with a light smile, he shook his head and began to hate himself all over again for being unable to stay angry at her. He was soon gone and headed out to the front lawn. Naked. Pfft – Please. Why wouldn't he be? He was a handsome and very well built man with a gleaming smile and everyone who lived in the house was more than happy to appreciate such qualities. He stretched out, a bit sad that he hadn't gotten the chance to finish his massage before eating her. In more ways than one. Looks like he'd have to go fetch another masseuse later. Leotychides wasn't one to pay for such services and he sadly had no pity when killing humans of any age. Sure, he was one once. But they were just food now. He was really craving young, pure blood lately. Not the blood of the adults that tended nowadays to be tainted with drugs and other such bullshit. He used to love feeding from the breast and sometimes the lips but now these women were getting all sorts of injections to keep themselves looking younger.
Under eighteen was the new way to go.
The voice came from a scantily clad woman with a young appearance who was holding a red-haired male up by his ankle, watching his head dangle inches from the ground. Her lucullan lips curled lightly into an almost feline smirk, her free hand on her hip with a brow cocked every so mildly in slight amusement. The man was crying and thrashing around, begging for the Viking Vampire Vixen to release him. “No! No, I don't!”, he screech, the scent of fresh urine beginning to float into the air, the aroma wafting ever so gently under her nose. She gave a shiver and dropped him to the ground, moving so fast that she was merely a blur. He tried to get away but he was soon looking up mile long ivory legs, pinned to the ground by stilettos pressed against his chest. “Dear. There's no use lying to me. I already know that you do owe him money. I just really would prefer it that you admit to your wrong before we go any further. Ah – But don't think that you can stall me until sunrise by continuing to lie. You have exactly three seconds to concede before I simply say fuck it and eat you. It won't be quick and painless – I'm going to literally eat you. Flesh and all.” Her grin had shifted to that of a cruel nature, her tongue gliding over her lips.
“I do! I do! Alright – I'm sorry! I tried to get the money on time but I couldn't! I didn't even mean to borrow any money, but its New Orleans...and. Y'know! Live it up! When in Rome.” He sobbed uncontrollably, his squeaky and too-thick Jersey accent assaulting her ears as much as the scent of his urine was assaulting her nose. She wrinkled her nose delicately and sighed. “Well – If you can't pay it off...You'll have to work it off.” She gave a coy smile and pulled him up by the back of his shirt, yanking him close to her, though making sure he didn't press his lower body against her. “I have a friend. Her name is Giuvannina. She's Italian, a bit young, but she has this feminist Coven. It's quite lovely – I'm sure she'd pay quite a bit for another bitch to slap around. Its sad that you have such great size but no spine to back it up. No worries – You won't be needing it there.” She snickered and drove her knee into his groin, watching him roll in the grass and wallow in pain, begging her no. “I have children and a wife! You can't take me from th-umph!” Astrid delivered a kick to his stomach, watching him sail ten feet away and slam into the trunk of a tree, cutting him off before he finished his sentence. “Maybe you should have thought about your precious family before you borrowed fifty thousand dollars to pay for Cupid's itch and herpes. Tell me – Were the hookers worth it, 'Mikey J'?”
She taunted him with a melodious purr, a light giggle escaping past her lips. She walked over to him slowly, pushing a few platinum blonde locks from her face. “Don't answer that. Either you're going to lie and its going to piss me off or you're going to be honest and that's going to piss me off...I don't like you.” She sighed and heaved the human over her shoulder before leaping up and over the fence, taking off at high speeds through the forestry that soon lead to a back road. She wasn't running for too long before she came upon a beautiful plantation home, approaching it from the side before moving towards the front and knocking on the door. The person who answered the door was a little girl who looked no more than nine years old. She gave a sweet smile, rocking back and forth on her heels as she played with the ruffles of her frilly violet southern belle dress. “Oooh! Hiya, Astrid! What'cha got there?” The little girl shuffled some, peeking to see the man heaved over the Viking's shoulder. “Its a gift, really. Or – Not much of a gift. More of an offer.” She returned the smile as the “child” lit up, clapping her tiny hands. “He reeks of fear and piss! Ha! He's a wetter.” The little one squealed more as she jumped up and down. “I simply adore the ones that wet themselves! Its so hilarious! I'll give you seventy-five large for 'im.” The little one's fangs finally slid out as she practically shivered with excitement.
“Oh, Isis. That's just so sweet. Instead of paying me all at once, why don't you just pay me over the course of a few months? Mikey's been a really naughty boy.” Astrid smirked, throwing him onto the porch, watching as he tried to scramble away, only to be caught by Isis. “Ohh! Nina's just going to love him! He's O positively pathetic!” Her giggle was hauntingly adorable as she grabbed him by the hair. “Do we have an accord?” Astrid tilted her head, her icy blue eyes watching as Isis played with her future meal. The little one was gone in a flash and soon returned with a stack of cash. “Here's five large up front! Thanks Astrid!” Astrid gave a light curtsy, tucking the money between her breasts after folding it in half. Isis was soon dragging Mikey into the house by the ankle, doing it painstakingly slow just to freak him out more. It was working because he was screaming like a little girl. It made Astrid smile as she whipped out her phone and sent out a text to Alexander before taking off, feeling a shiver go down her spine. She had damp urine on her shoulder...Disgusting.
Just as quick as she had arrived, she was gone.
[quote=Thorina]Mikey didn't have the money; he was going to skip town without paying. I gave him to Giuvannina. Isis totally adores how pathetic he is. I've got five grand up front – She'll pay us over the next few months. I'll meet you at the cemetery in two hours.[/quote]
Alexander's light brown eyes scanned over the text sent to him from his associate before closing out the window and slipping his phone into the inside pocket on his jacket. Adjusting his cuffs, he sighed and began a brisk pace through the halls of his home, his mind running a bit rampant with thoughts on how he could gather up his missing money to make up for the unexpected nonpayment from that Jersey slime ball. Most businessmen would get worked up over such an ordeal, but Alex never did. Ever since he teamed up with Astrid, business was booming and he now owned many properties and businesses. She had Vampire contacts that he could never achieve on his own and they were always willing to “rent to own” the people that didn't pay up on time or tried to skip out on payment. She also (surprisingly) had contacts within the Pack and Group of New Orleans that were always looking for help in obtaining properties. He currently was leasing a large valley to the Pack Alpha so that they had a place to meet privately and keep humans out for their Pack activities. She also kept her accursed Coven Leader out of his hair.
Business was good – But he still enjoyed bringing in more money when he could.
With a content sigh, he made his way out to the gardens, smiling lightly as the plants perked up and bloomed at his passing by. Ah – A midnight stroll through his home was always lovely. Though, being in the garden reminded him that he intended previously on presenting Eris with that rare flower from Faerie for one of her spells. That could wait until later. He had a few phone calls to make, numbers to crunch, and a bit of shopping to do. That in mind, he was soon off, whistling on his way to his car. Dodge Chargers were all the rage these days and Alex always had to be on top. He hadn't amassed enough money to quite build up an impressive car collection due to paying Astrid, paying off property taxes and some mortgages, and putting some away for his future descendants. He was a very fickle man when it came to his money. He didn't really enjoy splurging his money on things that weren't of use and fashionable. He honestly didn't even upgrade to a smart phone until a few months ago. It helped quite a bit with keeping his things organized.
Speeding down the road and dodging oncoming cars as he switched lanes to get to the mall quicker. He was craving some records and they had such an excellent vinyl selection.
----Some time later----
Eris, is that you? Fancy meeting you here.” Alexander gave a soft smile to see the Queen Mother of New Orleans' Court, running his hands gently through his soft brown hair. “Like my new suit? Its Dulce – Custom made.” He turned a small circle in the record store as he approached the Grecian, showing off his new black suit accented with hints of green.
“Mmm. That's the spot. Nnn – Gods of Olympus that feels...amazing.”
The deep bass of a man's voice came from a room deep with the Coven Home of the Casa de Domitianus. The voice belonged to Leotychides, The Spartan was lying face down on a massage bed, hot oils being drizzled onto his back as a beautiful brunette rubbed them in and worked out the kinks. His head turned side ways as he closed his eyes, expressing his content. His enjoyment was soon over as a swift breeze tousled his golden locks and the feeling of small, soft, slightly inexperienced hands disappeared. A frown came to his face until he felt the wet, naked form of a familiar female press against his back and conform to his own figure. The moist feeling against his back was both warm and sticky – Water and blood. “Aww – Such a kind prince to have brought me a snack. I was quite hoping I would have to go out and get one.” The Nordic purr against his ear made his body tingle and he chuckled softly. “My dearest little Goldilocks. How lovely of you to visit your dear, old Maker. What's the occasion?” Leo felt lately as though he hadn't seen as much of Astrid as he once did. That she was drifting away once more and hiding more things from him than usual. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
“Ah, don't be sour. I just thought that maybe you'd enjoy sharing a few morsels with me tonight. If you'd prefer that I leave...” She gave a dramatic sigh and slid away from him, approaching the young woman that could be no more than fifteen, observing her very revealing outfit. “I swear – These Twilight freaks would sell their soul to Lucius for a one night stand with a Vampire. They try so hard its...sickeningly pathetic. Where is the joy of the hunt anymore?” She sighed once more, dipping a manicured nail deep into one of the slashes she had made upon entering the room. Behind her, Leo was smiling softly as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair before he made his way over, wrapping his arms around her midsection. “I'd love to share a meal or two with you tonight. And I do agree. But there will always be the Christians to hunt. Their genuine fear sweetens the blood making it all the more better. Ah – It doesn't get much better than making love to screaming Christians while feeding so slowly. Oh! How the fear elevates and just...Reaching such a state of euphoria. Priceless.” He gave a light laugh, nuzzling her neck gently, his nostrils being tickled by her hair. Resting his chin against her shoulder, he parted his lips for her to dip her finger in, sucking off the blood slowly before releasing her and moving to the body as well.
His fangs slid out with a “click” before sinking deep into the girl's femoral artery. He gave a light laugh as Astrid whined behind him that he stole her spot. He lifted his gaze without moving his head to see that she settled for the top of the girl's left breast, using her fangs to tear into the flesh and make a bigger wound. She always was such a messy feeder. He closed his eyes as the sweet A positive flowed past his lips, giving him a surge of energy and a bit of arousal as well. His moans mingled in harmony with Astrid's as they shared the meal, sucking the girl dry and taking their time with it. Feeling the blood slow made him sad and when it stopped flowing altogether, he gave a light frown and an “aww”, lifting his head from between the girl's legs. He glanced at Astrid who was licking her fingers clean and a grin formed on his face. “You missed a spot.” He flitted to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and placing the other on the back of her neck. He let his lips and tongue explore her face, neck, and shoulders as he cleaned up the blood from her mess. He attempted to get her legs around his waist and her onto the bed, but that's as far as it got before she pried herself free and flitted to the other side of the room, perching on top of the desk in his study with a grin. “I don't think so, lover. Remember last week when you stole my lunch? Payback's a bitch.” Giving a smirk, she was soon gone, most likely headed for her room to get dressed.
He hated it when she did that. He was all worked up for no reason and with no release. He wasn't as sexually flexible as the other two men in the Coven. Sighing with a light smile, he shook his head and began to hate himself all over again for being unable to stay angry at her. He was soon gone and headed out to the front lawn. Naked. Pfft – Please. Why wouldn't he be? He was a handsome and very well built man with a gleaming smile and everyone who lived in the house was more than happy to appreciate such qualities. He stretched out, a bit sad that he hadn't gotten the chance to finish his massage before eating her. In more ways than one. Looks like he'd have to go fetch another masseuse later. Leotychides wasn't one to pay for such services and he sadly had no pity when killing humans of any age. Sure, he was one once. But they were just food now. He was really craving young, pure blood lately. Not the blood of the adults that tended nowadays to be tainted with drugs and other such bullshit. He used to love feeding from the breast and sometimes the lips but now these women were getting all sorts of injections to keep themselves looking younger.
Under eighteen was the new way to go.