Uriel Maion's Story

Uriel loved the human world. The women were easy, and better yet, they believed they weren't! Of course, they did tire him out with how easy it generally was, but when you were hungry and felt that urge, the human world was the place to be. The king and some of his macho guards had entered a club, and Uriel, with nothing better to do followed behind them. Of course, clubs weren't his first choice, usually he went to vampire conventions or Wal*Mart. He loved twilight and other vampire stories for one reason: People no longer feared vampires. In fact! They thought they were going to whisk them off to a fantasy tale of eternal love and all that crap. He loved it. Made it, oh so easy to feed when he was low on time or when courting a particularly interesting woman was dragging on.

One thing he did not like about the human world: The music. For some reason clubs enjoyed playing the worst music humans had ever invented, although, he was fond of disco. Techno with its random beats just gave him a headache, and worse of all, what humans call 'Heavy Metal' or 'Screamo' what a foolish name. If he wanted to be screamed at, he would settle down with a woman. Uriel liked soft rock, country, funk, blues, monk chants... classic. Music that strokes your soul and gave you a jump in your step. He detested sad songs. 'No one loves me blah blah blah.' He did not care. Although, he did notice the king approaching a red head. While the woman was passable, Uriel was not sure it would have been his first choice. She looked like the kind of girl that came here to get laid, and where was the fun in that? You have to find the ones dragged here by their friends, who hated the idea of one night stands. Now that was a conquest! Well... as far as human woman go.

He took his measure of the nearby girls: Noting that some were with boyfriends, others were here alone... but none of them called out to him until he bumped into a raven haired beauty. Normally, this would not be enough to perk someone as amazing as himself, but her reply, "Watch it asshole!" Almost made him smile.

"Oh..." Uriel said widening his eyes in wonder letting the raven haired girl become confused, and above all curious. "What? What is your problem." She demanded, drink in one hand. The deep brown liquid sloshing around, his nose told him it was whiskey. Jamersons... to be precise. "I am so sorry." Uriel said catching her deep blue eyes with his own silver, "You just stopped me heart." Was it original? Hell no, but it was not supposed to be, it was supposed to... "Has that ever worked?" She asked rolling her eyes. Do that.

"Well, no." Uriel said easily, "But then again, I am just a little nervous.." Once again, he had perked her interest, "What are you talking about?" She questioned, staggering slightly. Great. She was tipsy, which would make the conquest easier, of course, for most guys this would be gods gift, but he wanted to conquer her sober. Oh well, when given lemons... "I just didn't know what to say to you." Uriel answered, and before she could give a smart remark he continued, "I mean, what do you say to a beautiful woman? Will you please dance with me?"

The woman blinked for a few minutes before realizing she had been asked to dance, and he could see the thoughts racing past her mind until finally she gave in to the handsome strange. Besides what could one dance do? "Fine.." She said grudgingly placing down her glass. "Well, I personally think I am not *That* bad." Uriel said with an easy smile as he took her by the hand to the dance floor.

She sat at the edge of the dancefloor on a rather uncomfortable chair, a glass of scotch in her hand. Vampires could handle a lot of alcohol, so though she was working, Devyn could easily have a bottle or two before feeling even slightly tipsy. Unlike the ravenhaired girl Uriel had decided to suck dry tonight. It caused a wry smile to adorn her beautiful features, watching them casually. She was an easy target - the drunk ones always were, and she thought it rather amusing that the adviser who so took pride in his conquests, would downgrade himself in such a way. She supposed he was merely bored, though. But she couldn't quite figure out why on earth he'd joined the king here - wasn't much his scene. Especially not the music, she knew.

Then again, sometimes Uriel just did some very curious things, and it forced her to be dragged along with him, because she was on adviser-duty this year. It was a drag sometimes, and at other times it was merely entertaining, because though Uriel may be many things, he was not boring. Except when he was out seducing his females. That's what Uriel did... seduce and conquer. She snorted softly as she thought it, because... well, it just fit so perfectly. She glanced briefly at her king, conversing with a freckled redhead. She was pretty, sure, but a bit plain... then again, for some reason, her king preferred them like that. Wasn't her place to judge, though, so her gaze reverted to the handsome adviser and his 'dancepartner'. She was another story. Gorgeous, but they always were... Uriel's girls. She couldn't recall him ever taking an ugly broad. Even just for feeding, nothing short of beautiful did it for the man... no, manwhore. That's what he was.

She raised an eyebrow at him, wry smile in place, as she caught his gaze briefly. She knew he'd know what she meant by the subtle message: 'that's the best you can do?' It was a silent challenge, really. She loved their little games. She knew he wanted her, he knew she wouldn't let him have it. It infuriated him to no end, she was quite aware, and so... over time, as he'd kept trying, their relationship had turned from guard and adviser to something resembling a friendship... well, as much of a friendship they were able to have, anyways. It was mostly him flirting, her teasing and a lot of sexual tension. In this case, she just couldn't help herself. This darkhaired girl couldn't possibly be any sort of challenge. Now, if she'd been sober... it would've be another story altogether.

Devyn took a sip of her scotch, scanning the room in the span of the fraction of a second, before letting her amber eyes land on Uriel once more. Couldn't very well let him out of her sight, if she was to make sure he stayed alive now, could she?

Another thing Uriel hated about the 'modern' world was the dancing. It was no longer elegant, it was... well, something else. In his eyes, you had two types of 'modern' dancing the ones where people make a circle around one or a few people, and they preform acts of dexterity and skill. This was fine in small dosages as no one should get more attention then he, no matter how many times they could spin themselves on their head like a child's toy. Then you had the one he despised: Grinding. Two bodies rubbing against each other was not dancing. It was just uncomfortable, but it was what this ravened haired beauty wished to do which told him she was at least attracted to him, and of course, his own body betrayed him letting her knew he was indeed, attracted to her. Arms wrapped around her stomach, he let his chin rest on his shoulder as she moved back and forth... His eyes caught his beloved guard, Devyn, eyes. That smile... How dare she!

She was challenging his greatness! Of course, that was most likely a gross exaggeration of his skills, but the audacity! He could get any woman! Granted, he was still working on her, but he had all the time in the world. For a woman like Devyn, you had to slowly worm your way into her heart with flirtations and other smaller methods. Giving her the once over, he knew it would be worth it. Experience told him such things. Devyn would not be a name he forgot when he had her. Because he would, it was always just a matter of time, so he gave a soft shrug, lifting his hands off her belly to give a 'what can you do pose.' Then pointed to Devyn, and then the girl in his arms asking, 'Want to take her place?'. He would drop this girl like a bad habit if it meant conquering his beloved guard. On the other hand, she did need to get laid. It would probably do her leaps and bounds if she simply gave in the to temptation, of course, if she chose another guy over him that would drive him up the wall. No man was better then he. Period.

The black haired beauty, even through her drunken haze seemed to notice something was wrong, "Hey..." She asked her eyes narrowing, "Is that your girlfriend?" Uriel fought hard to keep the laugh down. Girlfriend? Him? Outrageous. No woman was enough for him. Trying to summon up her name, but forgetting, he carried on, "Ex-girlfriend. She follows me around sometimes. I feel sorry for her, so I haven't reported it to the police." Luckily, he continual staring helped his story, "Cheated on me. With her trainer." He said softly, and thanks to his 'ex-girlfriends' stares and her own drunken state, she ate it up. "Cheated on you? Is she crazy?" She said her breath heavy with whiskey. Aw, how dear of her, trying to compliment him. Of course, she was drunk, be he was egotistical enough to take that compliment.

"I was the crazy one." Uriel said fighting back an imaginary tear, "To have trusted someone." over three thousand years of practice went into his fine performance. "Oh..." The black haired woman said caught off guard by the sudden 'vulnerability' of Uriel. "How can I trust you?" He whispered into her ear.. and she answered by capturing his lips in his own, but even as he used his great technique mastered over the countless conquest, he still managed to give his beloved guard a couple raising of the eyebrows.

Lena listened, she didn’t move, she didn’t speak. She merely watched the adviser thoughtfully as he spoke. And continued to speak… and then he spoke some more. Most others would’ve probably told him shut up with the self-pity and get it together, but not Lena. She, though Yeremy had made her life hell, had never felt actual hate towards the man. She honestly wasn’t even sure she was capable of such feelings. She was much too… soft, you might say. He scared her often, yes. He annoyed her frequently, not secret there, but still, Lena could not bring herself to feel contempt towards him. So when Yeremy asked her to slit his throat, she frowned, looking up at him, her big brown eyes still thoughtful. She wasn’t scared. Actually, at this point, she felt pity. Yes, of all things, she pitied him. He had a wonderful life for a demon, yet he was not mentally strong enough to keep living… hell, he couldn’t even kill himself. Instead, he asked her to. It was sad.

Lena’s eyes wandered to the knife in his hand, and then on a sigh, she gracefully stood and brushed grass off of her dress, before she looked up at Yeremy once more, her eyes void of any emotions. Lena had not wielded a weapon of any sort for many, many years. Not since her father had sought to harden her by training her in combat. And that was centuries ago. Long before she took up service with the king. Her gaze flickered from Yeremy’s flawless face, to the knife, and then back again. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say to this awe-inspiring figure, though honestly what she was allowed to say was more of an issue. He had allowed her to speak freely twice today already, so she supposed she should try her luck. See how honest he permitted her to be with him this night.

“My lord, I do not feel anything but pity. Pity that you, with the life you lead, with the power you possess, would feel like this. And then, I feel sad… because I wonder if this has come with age, and whether I, with my life, will tire much before I reach the same amount of years.” She cocked her head slightly, her eyes going soft before she slowly took a step forward, her body suddenly very close to his, before she took the knife from him. “I do not understand you, my lord.” She then concluded, eyes moving to gaze at the silly knife. She didn’t yet know whether she would do it or not. At one point, she feared it was a trick, and at another, she felt like she had to do as he told her to. She was a servant after all. Granted, she was highest ranking, technically, than all the others, but still just a servant. Compared to Yeremy, that was nothing.

Another point here, was that she couldn’t quite bring herself to feel the cold she needed to take a life. She never had before, and she didn’t much like it that he’d take her blood-virtue in such a matter. It was the only virginity she had left. The sexual one had been taken long ago, by a guard when she first came to the castle. Since then, they’d liked to have fun with her, but it didn’t bother her much anymore. She had learned to shut things off… how to make her brain and body go numb. Sometimes she was sore the next day, though, and then she’d be reminded how they’d used her and she’d sometimes feel so enraged that she’d almost cry, but she never did. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction… she just wouldn’t.





Sapphire listened to whatever she could hear through the loud music. For some reason, the guy didn’t bother raise his voice to let her hear his words properly, though she did catch the meaning of his little speak. It made her cast him another wry smile, raising a single eyebrow.

“You don’t want anything from me, yet you want ‘something else’ from me. Am I the only one who caught the stupidity of those sentences in the same word-flow? Look, dude. I really don’t appreciate the games. I’m a pretty straight-forward girl, so I like it when others are straight with me too.” She said, a little annoyed with him. It appeared she’d rejoiced too early. This guy was obviously not someone she wanted to hang around too much. She thought she might just explode what with all the weird things he said and did. And he called her ‘mam’. Who did he think she was? Her mother? Gods. Sapphire drew in a deep breath and scanned the room for Gwen again. Grr… still a no-show. Well, then Saph was leaving without her. Wasn’t the first time she’d had to. However, she really needed to pee first, even without having had a drink. It was probably the whine from dinner.

Then she looked the guy over once more, sighing at all the attractive male going to waste with him being such a weird one. Saph then slid down the chair, grabbed her purse from the counter and looked the man over. Well, she supposed he could have her name. Wouldn’t hurt, so she leaned into him, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, into his ear. “The name’s Sapphire,” she spoke, not adding anything else before spinning around on her heel and walking to the toilet, hips swaying elegantly. It didn’t appear like something she did consciously, and she didn’t… it was just the way Sapphire walked, whether she was drunk or not, she always kept in perfect balance.





When Uriel gestured for her to take the human’s place on the dancefloor, she almost laughed out loud, but kept it to an amused snort. Like she’d every downgrade herself to that kind of dancing. She wasn’t some cheap human, who got drunk and then jumped anything with a pulse. No, Davyn had class, which Uriel very well knew already, so she wasn’t going to tell him that. Sure, she had danced with him, but that had always been back home, where dancing was actually dancing… not sex with clothes in public.

Sometimes she wondered why humans did what they did, and how their brains worked, because it must be different than hers. Of course, Devyn had been born a vampire, and had, like the majority, killed her mother in the process, so she wouldn’t know anything about the processes of the human minds. She could ask countless vampires, she supposed, but it would never be the same as experiencing it herself. Besides, most vampires hardly remembered their human days, and she wasn’t about to sit down and have a friendly chat with a human. They were food; that was it. She tolerated them for that simple reason and that reason only. She couldn’t figure out why so many vampires took such joy in conversing with the creatures so beneath them. Amusement was the reason for most, she guessed, but she just failed to see the fun in it. They were inexperienced, young, feeble creatures, whether they were male or female, and Devyn… well, she got bored with humans and their lives.

As a reply to Uriel's quiet question, she merely shook her head once, and sipped her drink, listening in on their conversation, and actually laughed out loud, though softly, when the girl assumed her to be Uriel’s girlfriend, but when Uriel started spinning his web of lies, making her something she in no way was, her amusement faded and gave way to slight irritation. She realized he couldn’t exactly tell the female that Devyn was his guard, but he sure as hell didn’t have to turn her into some pathetic, lovesick little girl. Her gag-reflexes made an appearance as the ravenhaired did the whole “oh my gosh… you’re way too handsome! How could she do that?!”-thing.

So when the woman started kissing Uriel, having fallen for his act, as they all did, Devyn narrowed her eyes at him, catching the look in his eyes and those triumphantly raised brows. Irritation made her hungry and her amber eyes gleamed with the feeling. Of course he’d drive her to this. Now she’d have to feed tonight. Problem was, she couldn’t leave Uriel, so she’d either have to feed on his little plaything, or him… which always made her a little… lustful, so to speak. Yes, contrary to popular belief, vampires could actually feed on other vampires, though it didn’t quite sustain them as long as that of a human. It bugged her to no end that they couldn’t very well bring a few human slaves with them into the human world. They were her emergency blood-source, but here, as she was Uriel’s assigned protector for an entire blasted year, she didn’t have slaves, and she couldn’t leave his side to feed. She still watched them, though her glares had become more subtle, only for him to notice, really. Oh, she’d just bet he loved this, the asshole.

Oh, she had been listening in. The fire that came into her eyes was enough to warm his heart. Sadly, Uriel knew well that the fire was more anger at him making her out to be such a... colorful character then passion, but small steps. Small steps. Time spent with Devyn told him she would probably be getting hungry soon. Strange really. She got hungry when she was angry, he got hungry when he was said. Like those human women who, when dumped, went on to eat gallon after gallon of that... icecream thing humans enjoy. Luckily, he was rarely sad... then again was he happy? What was he? Content? Puzzling to be sure. Even more lucky was that the raven woman interrupted his thoughts be whispering an invitation. Her house for coffee? Why coffee? He knew well what she meant, but why did they always say coffee?

That said, Uriel also anticipated Devyn feeding off him. Strange and as tired as it left him, it always seemed to bring her closer and closer to saying yes to him, and he knew few humans could handle two vampires feeding off them. He never took more then he needed as he did not enjoy killing humans especially beautiful women, they were precious. Who was he to deny mankind their beauty and splendor? So he always made sure to leave them tired and satisfied... A nice way to end it all then leave without a note or another word as you never wanted to make it messy.

"I would love to." Uriel whispered back letting her drag him through the dance floor by his hand. He was responsibly sure she was still watching, so he felt no need to wave to her. He would need her to fight off any thugs they may run into. He had no desire to put himself in danger... for any reason. He enjoyed his luxury position, he could not even remember the last time he had to fight. Arm around the raven haired woman's shoulder, they exited the bar and made their way to her small 2 bedroom apartment where she lived with her... well, every beautiful woman needed an ugly friend. It was a strange enigma.

Uriel was not sure if Devyn would wait outside... but he doubted it, it was pretty chilly, or break in through the door and wait in the living room, but as the raven haired nymph dragged him into her bedroom, he found he did not much care what Devyn was up to.

When Belle heard James' thanks, she smiled at him, even as he hadn't used her name. Had he perhaps forgotten already? She asked herself, but shrugged it off. Even if he had, she was sure it was merely due to this fatigue so apparent in his entire posture. Poor guy. Personally she would've never survived as a servant or maid in this place, so she sort of admired him. He'd so far survived longer than most of Narek's personal servants. And thinking of Narek... where on earth was he? He was usually home by now, and so was Bowen. Then it hit her that he'd probably broken some human law or other. He tended to do that, as Narek was not accustomed to laws being made by anyone but himself. This human world must be hard for him to adapt into, especially with that temper of his.

"The kitchen has what I need to speed up the healing of your hands, so we should probably go there." She told James, smiling at him, her eyes honest and sparkly as they always were when she was in a good mood. "Oh, and James, it's Belle," she added, just as they walked into the kitchen. Belle sent the cook look, making the woman nod and walk out of the kitchen without a sound, then Belle went to work, going through the cabinets, taking out a few herbs and liquids here and there, not yet caring where James put himself. She had to make the ointment first. That was her main goal right now. Luckily it had practically been branded into her skull, the recipe.




The beautiful guard exclaimed a sigh as Uriel walked out of the club with his toy for the evening. Ugh, if she had to count all the times she'd had to follow this guy around, while he fucked one woman or the other, she wouldn't do anything else anymore. But she did have to follow him this time too. So bottom's up on her drink, and then she got up to trail behind Uriel. Well, at least she had something to look at, 'cause he sure did have a nice ass, but it wasn't enough to sweeten the experience. She'd seen it a million times before, if not more. Her strides were calm and controlled, her long legs elegantly moving at an easy pace, while her heels softly clicked on the pavement. No trouble came to them that evening, unfortunately. Would've been nice with a human to take her irritation out on... perhaps even have a little sip from, but nooo... tonight, of all night, the streets were vacant besides the two vampires and the male's human. Just great.

When the two walked inside to do gods knows what, Devyn contemplated going in too. The air was slightly chilly, and she hadn't brought a jacket, so her arms were bare. Devyn wore black, tight jeans, and a darkblue tanktop long enough to cover half her bottom, so her legs weren't bare. That was a slight blessing, she supposed, but she didn't much care to stand outside for the next hour or so, so instead, Devyn opened the door. Idiots hadn't locked it; well, that saved her some breath in having to break in, so she wasn't complaining. Then she walked inside and took a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs elegantly. Her posture, as always, was straight and elegant as her gaze took in the room. It wasn't big, but then again... Uriel didn't much need a big livingroom to have sex with the woman. Devyn didn't really listen in on the two, but she could easily hear the moaning already taking place. Geez, he didn't waste time, did he?

Devyn felt grumpy. She didn't like it, but it was what it was. She knew who she had to blame, but Uriel didn't care how her evening went. He cared about himself, and no one but himself. Might aswell be a demon for all the feelings the guy had. And that, among other things, was why she would never sleep with him. All Uriel really cared about was how many women he could sleep with. He left them right after, whether they were vampires or humans, and he forgot most of their names. She was willing to bet he didn't even remember the ravenhaired human's name, because he didn't give a flying fuck. That was the king's adviser for ya.

Uriel gave a content sigh as he left the room shirt flung over his shoulder. Luckily the scratches had healed already, why did so many women have such sharp nails? Honestly, he knew of few men that were attracted to nails. It really wasn't on the top five things they looked at first. The raven haired beauty was passed out in her bed from both exhaustion and blood loss. She would live, of course, wake up in eight or so hours feeling extremely hungry, her body wanting to replace the lost blood, and of course, she would not remember a thing. She would simply assume he was into biting... which he really wasn't. Honestly, he found the whole biting thing to be barbaric. It was a shame they could not find some way to take it out of their bodies, keep it fresh, so that he could drink it from a nice wine glass. Oh! Even mix it with wine to give it a hint of spice, but no. The gods were cruel.

Then again, If they gods could not torment or make people miserable, what would they do with their free time? Happiness was probably dreadfully dull to watch. Of course, there was a pleasant sight awaiting him on the couch. The vixen of his guard. Those tight black jeans no doubt showed a great view from behind... a shame that tanktop was not 6 inches shorter then, no doubt, she would have had to fight men off with a stick, but perhaps that 'Fuck Off' written across her forehead scared most men away. Which was good, competition was always an annoyance. Fuck off... He enjoyed humans, they were indeed creative when it came to language. Bugger off did not have the same ring as its counterpart.

"Aren't you looking lovely tonight." Uriel said flashing a smile before lowering himself onto the couch laying his shirt on the arm of the couch. Devyn, the guard sent to torment him... Like forbidden fruit, you knew it would not be good for you to eat... and logic said stay away, but you couldn't help just wanting to take a bite. Even after his... exertion, just looking at her made him ready to go again. Sadly, the raven haired beauty did not have his stamina, so she would not be up for another couple of rounds. "She was a 8 in looks." He said tapping his chin in thought. While 8 would be low on, most... no all mens scale, Uriel had seen and had a lot of women in his life, so his scale was a little more daunting, "She was only a 4 in the bed. Perhaps I should try one of those nerds." He said thoughtfully. Honestly, this was more self talk then talking to her, "Heard they are vixens under the bed sheets."

Uriel blinked a few times as if remembering something. Oh yes, she was mad before, and no doubt is a little annoyed at the moment... So that meant she was hungry. Stretching out, he noticed he smelt faintly of human sweat, sex, whiskey, and the perfume the raven haired girl had been wearing. Not the most appetizing smell, but at least he was still as sculpture perfect as always. "Hungry?" He said holding his arms out as if she should embrace him. Of course, he could just offer her his wrist, but what fun would that be?

When Uriel stepped out of the bedroom, Devyn couldn't help but scrunch up her nose in disgust at the odor emanating from the vampire. Man, did he smell bad, and she'd have to eat that? She glared, now having yet another reason to be annoyed with him. He just really did everything in his power to piss on her mood, didn't he? When he sat down, just having complimented her, she felt her fangs elongating and almost hissed at him, but in stead, she kept her face calm and glanced at him, dignity still intact. Which was more than he had, that was certain.

She didn't thank him, she didn't even say anything, though she did turn slightly to look at him. She was so glad she wasn't a proper lady, or she would've had to stay nice to him. As it was, Devyn was a guard. Guards were not proper ladies, and with Uriel she was certainly no good girl, in any way. He knew who she was, so she didn't bother hiding it. Didn't address him by 'my lord' or 'sir', but rather his name, jerk, asshole, idiot or something else in that manner. Sometimes manwhore... often manwhore, if she had to be honest. She sat silently, listening to his mini-speech, while her eyes were still gleaming with hunger and irritation. She didn't care what he wanted to fuck or eat, and she didn't care whether the human woman had been any good... which she apparently hadn't. Gosh, was this annoyance getting to her. Devyn let out a slight gust of air, and raised her eyebrow at Uriel, just about to reply to his little rant, when he said "Hungry?" which manages to spark her immediate interest.

He'd positioned himself so that she'd have to get close to eat, which made her narrow her eyes at him. Of course, she had expected it... but c'mon, he couldn't just give her his wrist for ones? It was much less intimate, and if she had to be honest, she didn't like feeding on his neck in public... it bordered on having sex sometimes, because she got so worked up, but she didn't want to wait til they got home either. In irritation, Devyn let out a growl, but moved to his lap, straddling his thighs. If she had to do this, she might aswell take it all the way... and then leave him with a boner once she'd had her fill. It was a subtle revenge, but revenge nonetheless. Devyn looked down at the handsome vampire, a playful glint in her eyes and flashed him a wry smile.

"Now, why would you ask a question you already know the answer to, Uriel?" She said, her voice a soft, yet sexy purr as she leaned into him, mouth at his neck. She didn't yet bite, but rather let a delicate hand run up his naked torso to finally rest on the side of his neck; the side opposite from her mouth. Then she gave him a slight nibble on his lobe, before licking a path on his neck. "Now, tell me... if she's an eight, then what am I?" She couldn't help it... playing with him was fun. What she'd just said showed interest in what he thought of her, while her actions spoke of her attraction to him. The first part was bull, though she did like to hear it, and the latter was true. One would be crazy not to be attracted to Uriel, and he knew it. She didn't yet bite him... she would soon, though. But Devyn was a patient creature, she would have him worked up just slightly before she knew her own body would react to the blood, and his impeccable figure. She knew herself, and she knew how she reacted when she fed from Uriel, and she'd be damned if she'd let him be in control.

Uriel gave her a playful wink as she took the lead, but she was just that kind of woman. Sadly she was the kind to deny herself what she wanted for foolish ideas of dignity and honor. As you grew older, they became less and less important to you. Of course, Devyn was not a young vampire, but compared to himself she was. He was almost four times her age... Not many vampires made it to his age, well, without going crazy. He let his hands rest on her hips as his body began to stir, well, the lower part of his body. She was like a warm fire on a winter day. You wanted to get closer even if you knew you would get burned, but experience was on his side. He knew now would not be the time he got to taste that forbidden fruit, it was just another time to nudge her a little closer to that day when she finally gave in to the temptation.

"I like to hear the sound of my voice." He answered her purr. Well, it was partial true, and it felt good to know you were needed. Childish, but that did not make it feel any less gratifying. His position didn't do that. You could give great advice, but only one out of a hundred would be followed. He tried to keep these thoughts flowing through his mind to help him keep semi-control over himself as she attacked him. Nibbling and licking, really he wondered what number she would place on the sex scale. The older vampires were always skilled, but Devyn was a natural. Somethings you could not be taught. What would she be? She be fishing for a compliment. The arrogant side of him wanted to tease her a little get her adorably frustrated... and that side one out, "A three." He said his chin still raised, "Its your bottom lip, sticks too far out." Lie of course. She was beautiful nearly perfect in every way. Nearly.

As an old and experienced lover, he knew how to control himself to some degree, but he was still a man and Devyn was very much a desirable woman. No matter how many times they got into this situation, it was never easy resisting that urge to simply attack her... that said she would probably come out on top in a fight. He would put money on her beating him, then again, her coming out on top is probably her preferred position anyways, "Well? My beloved guard." Uriel said tilting his head to the side, "Its rude to keep people waiting." Well, not counting the fact that he had kept her waiting all night, but details details.

Devyn couldn't help laughing softly at Uriel's evaluation of her, warm breath on his neck. Like a bottom lip would matter that much. It certainly didn't matter to the penis poking her ass, she knew, but more to the point, her lips were fine. Her lips were great actually. If Devyn had been merely a three in Uriel's book, he wouldn't work this hard to have her. Besides, it wasn't like devyn wasn't aware of her beauty, or the stares she received from men, because she'd be a fool in that case, and Dev was not fool. Her eyes flickered from Uriel's neck to his handsome face, and those damned intense eyes, then she smiled wryly once more, grabbing the waistband of his pants with her available hand and tugged at it just slightly. "Funny, real funny. Liar," she said, still purring enough to give he voice that sexy touch she'd mastered. Made it so much easier to turn him on if her voice held the same attraction as her body did.

She already loved the feel of his hands on her hips, so she knew tonight would be a struggle. Along with the part of him poking her slightly, Devyn was starting to feel the attraction she had for Uriel take over. Well, wasn't that just lovely. In some human house. With the human sleeping in the next room. Sometimes she really wanted to kick Uriel for his arrogance and undeniably handsome looks. Drew her, that was true, but she had not yet given in. If she had to be honest, she'd rather screw anyone else but him. Not because she didn't think him worth doing, but she knew his ways, and she'd have none of that smug, self-satisfied smile of his. No way. Besides, the man had no idea how to properly treat a woman. So though Devyn knew she was no lady, she'd be damned it she'd be another conquest on Uriel's mile long list.

"Its rude to keep people waiting." She then heard him say as he tilted his head, providing her with perfect access. Again, for the thousandth time this evening, Devyn felt her eyes narrow slightly, drawn to the pulsing vein just under the delicate skin of the vampire's neck. The aching in her throat upped a beat, and she sighed, fighting herself, but though she was old enough to have some self-control, this was just that tad too much. "Ah, damn you," she said after a little while, before pulling on his hair, tilting his head just a tad further. Then she sunk slim, though long and sharp fangs right into that vein. The second his blood entered her mouth, Devyn felt her control slipping and her body pressing into Uriel's, her breasts soft against his hard chest. She'd raised herself just slightly to bite down, but came down to sit on his lap again, furiously sucking the thick, red, sweet blood out through his throat, her body growing needy, not just for blood, but for the man beneath her aswell. She hated it, but she couldn't help it. Every time she fed from him, the same damn thing happened.

The inner turmoil that flicked across Devyns face was always fun to watch. Her desire and hunger fighting against her self-control, that very same self-control is what would make her a grand conquest. How long... how many days had been spent trying to woo this vixen? Uriel was no longer sure he knew. More then a decade easily. Those same lips with their 'large bottom lip' begged to be kissed, her body begged to be touched, and above all, he wanted to hear what sounds she made in bed. No doubt she was the type to take the lead, and he would be more then fine with that

Before she sunk her teeth in, he smiled. Ah, Damn you. Made him feel like he somehow won this little engagement. He let out a slight gasp as her teeth sunk in... It was really not an enjoyable experience even if the biter in question was so ravishing. It was as if your life itself was being drained away.. Uriel knew she would not take enough to kill him, but he knew that in these exchanges only she got pleasure from it. He did it to ensure the various human women he has had in his life continue living, and of course, the playful beginning, and she always seems so close to say yes to him afterwards. Even with the loss of blood starting to make him light headed, her full body pressed against him kept him read and at attention.

No doubt the sudden loss of blood in the north and south was probably what caused his light-headed episodes. Uriel felt his own fang slipping out instinctively wanting to replace the lost blood, but he had enough control to force his head tilted to the side and his fangs out of her neck. His fingers dug into her hips as he pressed himself against her trying to get closer and yet push her away at the same time. Slowly, he loosened his grip on her hips to wrap his arms round her waist letting his chin rest in his shoulder as she fed. Even his vision was going hazy, he would recover quickly when she stopped feeding, but again, it was never a fun experience. "Careful now." Uriel whispered. Anymore more, and he might very well fall unconscious and then she would have to carry him home which would hurt his image with the lovely vampire maidens of the castle. The 'wise' Uriel carried home by his dashing guard. Oh yes, quite the scandal.

Devyn hadn't realized the force with which she'd been feeding, until Uriel's hushed voice broke through the haze. Immediately, the female guard pulled her fangs from the beautiful neck, delicious blood denied to her once more. However, as the holes did not immediately close up, a slight trickle of captivating red, flowing blood made its way down the smoothness of the vampire's neck. It didn't get very far though, as Devyn's vigilant gaze had been trailing it. Her tongue was out before she knew it, slowly licking the blood from Uriel's flawless skin.

She breathed a soft sigh, though it was slightly mixed with a blissful moan, and looked from neck to face, her eyes filled with the satisfaction of her feeding. Though Devyn was certain the sexual starvation of her body was showing too. Her eyes often showed more than she wanted them to. Devyn hadn't realized how close the two of them had gotten, or where hands were situated. Hell, she hadn't even noticed him wrapping his arms around her. It felt nice, her body melting into his, though... so in this moment, having grown soft with the blood in her veins, she didn't move from him. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd given into temptation, her body's needs fulfilled completely. Maybe about 20 years ago or so, but honestly... 20 years weren't all that much to a vampire, right?

Devyn had turned her head to look at the handsome vampire, still not quite herself. She moved her one hand from his pants, merely putting it on the muscle of his torso, just to be sure she didn't accidentally do something she knew she'd regret. It was a little while until Devyn spoke, still not having moved from her position, though the hand clutching Uriel's hair had long ago been re-positioned on the side of his neck. she felt her lips curve into lazy, satisfied smile of their own accord as her eyes flickered over his features.

"I'm not sure whether to be mad with you, or not." She simply said, watching him carefully, though her eyes had some soft. Her body, however, wasn't done enjoying his, even if her mind was somehow back on the right track. She could still feel heat coursing through her, and she ached in places she didn't even want to bring to attention. However, she could tell by his face that letting her feed on him took it's toll, so she supposed they were somewhat even here.

"You really need to work on that." Uriel murmured resting his head against the couch cushion. Moving his head too fast caused the room to shake and his head to hurt. It would take a few minutes to adjust to the sudden take in and loss of blood. Never was fun, even if you had a vixen on your lap. The sudden cold hand on his chest sent a shudder throughout his body propping him to lift an arm from around her to rub his eyes trying to will the roof to steady. The hand leaving his hair was an also nice change. While he did find he insisting clutching sexy, he had no intention of losing his hair if she jerked a little too hard. Slowly his body managed to coup with the loss and reestablish itself. The room stopped spinning, and he was able to once more appreciate the sight ahead.

Those lust lidded eyes that begged him to take her, of course, to do so would only earn him more then a few bumps and bruises. Uriel really needed to find better human bed companions, the raven haired girl just did not do it for him. No doubt he would have to make use of a serving girl when they got back, maybe a new one who had yet to learn of his reputation? Or one of the older matrons, they were always fun. His eyes fell on that satisfied smile, it could be so much more if she let him make it so. "Don't you just look pleased with yourself." He let out with a sigh. Still he was far from pleased anymore. While he had been content with the human woman, now he was roaring to go with Devyn, and she knew it. Hard not too when something is hard and poking at your ass then again, she did seem to have been in a frenzy.

"Be mad." Uriel said, using his free had to cup her chin, "You are so much sexier when you are furious." Removing his hand glance down at the tiny amount of space between him and down the top of her tank top getting a lovely view, he added playfully, "Unless you intend to ravage me, which I am all for by the way, can you get off? Wouldn't want to send the wrong signals now would we?"

Devyn had been watching colour slowly return on Uriel’s face and couldn’t help a wry smile when he cupped her cheek and told her to be mad. Fortunately for him, she rarely got violent when she got mad, but it happened once in a while, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t think he very sexy after she ruined his beautifully sculptured face. He was, after all, nothing if not vain. She didn’t move her head from his grip, even though she found it slightly degrading, but she didn’t have to, because he removed it himself in no time. That was probably a pretty good idea; she was guessing Uriel wouldn’t take kindly to having his hand chopped off. She still had her chakram attached to her by her belt, even it if was disguised as a weird, black, round purse, and she wasn’t exactly afraid to use it.

Devyn laughed softly when Uriel asked her to get off. She knew perfectly well why he wanted her to move, because it wasn’t that he didn’t like her on his lap, but rather that he liked it a little too much. It was amusing and a little bit of a confidence boost. She knew Uriel was no newbie, and through the years he had to have been training his own endurance to all things sexual, so the fact that she got his reaction from him, even though she was pretty sure he didn’t want it right now, was oh so satisfactory. She still couldn’t resist the urge to play a little before she did as he’d asked her to, though. Honestly she was feeling herself grow just as lustful as Uriel, with the effects of the blood flowing through her veins, along with his naked torso, boner and intense eyes? Honestly, she was merely grateful her bra was hiding her attraction to him.

However, not one to just do as he said, Devyn flashed him a stunning, mischievous smile, “Now, what signals would that be?” she asked in a playful tone, her eyes flirtatious, and still showing that damn lust. Oh well, even though Devyn had a feeling her eyes were betraying her cool, it was just something she’d have to deal with. So she leaned closer to him, until her mouth was just by his ear and whispered huskily, “and what makes them so wrong?” Then, just for the hell of it, she pulled just a little on his lobe with her mouth before straightening herself to send him yet another of her little smile. Devyn stood, gracefully moving into an upright position right next to him, and rolled her shoulders, vigilant gaze still on the adviser.




He sent his brother a look of annoyance, knowing the king would be aware that Bowen was not even remotely proud of him, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to look upon the lawyer once more, listening to her little speech.

Bowe couldn’t help but chuckle at the ravenhaired woman’s reply. She had spunk, he’d give her that. He could count the humans who’d ever stood up to him on one hand, and he admired humans who did. Not that it would do her much good. This wasn’t the first time Narek had gotten into trouble with the human laws and authorities, yet he had no record of any of these incidents. This was due solely to Bowe and his vast selection of ‘friends’, so if this young little thing thought she was getting anything out of her little display of hardheadedness, she was in for a surprise. Bowe would have Narek out in less than an hour nomatter what she did or said, though he had always preferred to keep things simple, and things would go much faster if she merely collaborated with him. He had a feeling she wouldn’t, though, which was greatly disappointing.

However, Bowen never left a discussion and he would make her witness Narek being let out against her will, because maybe it would teach her who she was dealing with. Every other lawyer and otherwise successful business man, knew who Bowen Tane was, so really, he was doing her a favor by letting her know already. Bowen sent the female a friendly, yet somewhat arrogant smile. “I’m going to keep this simple, as I do not intend, nor wish, to waste neither your time nor mine. Firstly, miss, I expect an introduction. I have been nothing if not polite with you, and you return it with rudeness and a deluded sense of power in this situation. Now, I’ll tell how this is going to go down. I will call the state’s attorney to come sort this all out, however, he will need someone to blame. Now, that… will be you, probably along with the nice little policeman out there. It has been the defense lawyer the last couple of times, so I suppose it will be again. Then any record of this little incident will disappear.”

Bowen knew his eyes were cold, even as his voice remained friendly. “I expect any lawyer to be somewhat clever, so I suspect you can figure out a way to let my brother go without this getting ugly.” He added for her benefit. He had a feeling she was one of those newbies who still had no clue how things worked around her; how dirty and crooked the system really was, as long as you had money and a couple of grimy little secrets to hold onto. Leverage was the way to go about things. Leverage was power.

Bowen then crossed his arms over his middle, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was not threatening her, but rather warning her. Personally he wished her no harm, but family was always on the top of a Lykae’s list, no matter how ignorant, stubborn and temperamental they were, so if taking her down was what he needed to do to keep Narek out of jail, then that’s what he’d do. He had many, many years on this girl, and he had used them very well. He had the majority of stocks in every single law-firm in the country and was also on the board, not that he showed very often. He was a busy man, after all, but he had quickly learned that to take care of Narek in the human world, he had needed to let his sense of honor go a little. Sometimes, to make sure family remained unharmed, one had to do regrettable things.





Once more, Lena listened silently, expressionless, eyes on her companion. However, the second she heard Yeremy cave in, her face lit up with a smile. She hadn’t really had her hopes up about convincing him of staying, but she’d succeeded, thankfully. Also, the smile he presented her was rare, not because of the fact that he was smiling in itself, but because it was real. She had seen Yeremy smiling many times, but not a sincere one like this. It was nice, even though it wasn’t a big, happy smile, because it hadn’t been put there due to her fear or anything like that, but rather… she thought he might be grateful of her, but she wasn’t sure. He was hard to read right now, though she supposed it didn’t much matter. As long as he stayed, there was lots of time to figure out what he thought and felt… hm, to feel. It was a verb often unknown to demons, though she suspected Yeremy was starting to experience in, maybe not in a human way, but in whatever way a demon could. Maybe that was his problem, really… that he couldn’t deal with it. But in that case, Lena really would be the only one who could help him. A strange thought, really. So strange in fact, that she wasn’t clear on what she really thought of it.

“That’s a point, my lord. Every great king needs an adviser.” She said, nodding just once before attempting to rub the cold out of her arms. It wasn’t exactly warm out this evening, and she was only wearing her cardigan. Demons were in no way immune to cold, and especially not half-demons like herself. She’d either been too scared or too preoccupied to really notice before, but the chilly air was taking its toll now that things were calming down. She did think it odd how Yeremy wasn’t surprised at her words. She had never really spoken much around him, and especially not in a way that would implicate that she actually had a brain. She was pretty good at playing the braindead servant, because it made things easier. People didn’t need more things to hate her for, and so, the king was the only one who even knew that Lena knew how to read, or that she actually loved it. Mostly because she liked to read in his chambers.

Lena didn’t say anymore. She didn’t need to right now. If Yeremy had questions or if he wanted to further converse with her, then she would speak. At this moment, there was nothing more for her to say. She had accomplished her goal; Yeremy was staying.