The Sinners

Valeria Diablos. A woman known among the ranks of RIOTE would pace her body down the streets. A look of curiosity on her face while she took each step as one determined to find the beverage of her choice. Her eyes closed briefly and she strode quickly into the cafe. Her violet eyes lacked a real emotion on such a day, clothed on her normal cocktail dress upon her. Red and silken to the looks, she found herself sliding onto a bar stool. Tea did wonders on a sleepy woman. Her rimmed eyes showed lack of sleep for how many days now? She'd lost count, but being the insomniac she was, sleep was a constant neverland. Shifting in her seat, she found her eyes closed for a moment until the barman came and asked her for an order.

It took two blinks for her to realize he was talking to her. Such a sleepiness in her very bones that drugged her body into an abyss of not feeling. How she hated to not feel, pleasure being the only thing she often longed for. She caught his eyes and with a bat of her eyelashes, she was taking over the game of life, "Just a tea, one cream and I'll add the sugar myself." She stated swiftly to recover from her sloppy drowsiness. A hand traced through her lengths of brown locks, swimming swiftly, before diving out to let them dance upon her back. His response was a smile and shy nod. He hurried off and returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup. The scent of tea fell on her nose, wafting beautiful aromas that swayed beneath her nose.

With a sweet smile, her eyes gave him a dismissive glint and he hurried off. A finger curled around the cup and she lifted it, gingerly taking it to her lips. Delicious flavor flooded her lips and she debated on the amount of sugar to add, before adding a slight of sugar packages into the concoction. A swift stir and to taste it was perfect. A casual day, a casual cup of tea to wake up, while her eyes remained slightly heavy. Above, the sky waned as a bright pale moon.

Kit walked along the sidewalk of the city of Central, walking to the beat of a tune in his head. His snow white and bushy tail swayed like a metronome, his cat-like ears rotating among his alabaster white hair, catching the sounds of the city. He had his battered, black duffle bag strapped over his left shoulder, an arm length instrument bound in leather carried in his other hand. His white dress shirt shone in the moonlight, fresh from an excellent wash like the rest of his clothes. His black pants brushed the concrete as his black leather shoes tapped out the rhythm. His collar's bell remained still against his neck, as did his blood red tie, which hung loose. His shirt was unbuttoned as far to the top of his abdomen, showing off his rippling physique. His snake like emerald eyes looked onward to a neon sign of a cafe; the same cafe which would be supplying his paycheck for the night. He kept his composed countenance as he walked in, his other voice echoing in his head as he pushed open the glass door.

If you weren't so concerned about morals, we could've had money and a good meal!

Well, if I'm not mistaken, my body, my rules. You're here...I don't know why, but I put up with you. Be grateful.

He saw many sitting, sipping from their cups what smelled like tea and coffee, sugar and cream. He felt his stomach growl as he whiffed it. He hurried into the bathroom and into a stall, locking it. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a plastic bag of blood, straight from the blood drive. He was thankful he got away before security got there, but he didn't pick up much, so he was bingeing until he absolutly needed to eat. He sank his fangs in without hesitation and drained it within seconds, filling his stomach with warm hemagloben. He flushed it quick and washed his face, but a small smear remained as he hurried onto the small corner stage and unlocked his case on the ground, pulling out a shimmering violin, with brand new strings. He had tuned it before he arrived, so there was no need to prep. He closed his eyes as he assumed the position, his bow gingerly laid atop the strings. His eyes were half closed as he looked lovingly at his violin as his hands flew across it, singing out a old Esparian love song, singing in Esparian as he did so, loving the joy it instilled in him as he gazed on the crowd, many an eye were enthralled in his performance. His hands flew out the last cresendo of the song and he bowed, receiving many an applause as he took a sip from his water he was provided.

"Thank you, thank you. I'm Kit Estenial, the entertainment for tonight. If you have any requests, don't be afraid to ask."

Alone, Valeria sat. Her mouth to the cup, sipping then replacing it swiftly to the table before her. Sugary and creamy goodness flooded her veins. Sleep pushed at the bay as caffeine flooded out the fatigue from her body. In came entertainment, but she took no notice of the man. He rushed by and Val did nothing short of batting an eyelash. Her lips were pursed and she looked towards the table. Such a dull day, tea cup in hand and soon a violin permeated the air with its delightful tune. A slow walts to her ears, though that wasn't the song type he was playing. '

Her eyes closed and she simply absorbed the delightful feelings the music gave. Her body would have swayed if it weren't for the act that would be rather odd. Such a pretty music, that floated upon her ears and made note after note further beautiful. She was enjoying herself.

Turning her body, she caught a glimpse of the man. A rather odd looking boy with cat ears that twitched, Hair white as snow, purest of the first flake of a winter's fall. Her eyes blinked twice to make sure she'd seen things wright, before she grinned. Oh what a treat. As well he had a mark on his lip, she decided to deal with it,

Getting up from her seat, Val strolled over in her usual sashay. Violet eyes gentle and kind despite how cruel she truly was. Words quickly formed and the conversation started. "Hello, sweetie. You have a little something on your face~" She whispered to him, her body leaned forward, with both hands behind her. Her voice floated upon the air, flirtatious as usual.

He had just put down his violin when she sauntered up, swaying her hips back and forth in a red silk cocktail dress. Her hair was jet black, and her eyes were like lavender. But something wasn't right about her, and he could see it in those eyes. They had a veil of innocence on them, but it was the voice that confirmed it.

You see it too, huh? A killer's eyes. Watch yourself, Kit. Can't have you die on me just yet...

But her beauty was unmatched to anything Kit had seen before, her figure, her features, her hair, and especially her eyes. Even though they've seen death, they hold a certain spark of passion and stared into his cold, snake like eyes of jade. She had her hands behind her back, bent over slightly, getting very close into his personal space. He had seen her during his performance, staring with the same shock and intrigue. She said something about something on his face and he felt his lips. There was blood still on them. He wanted to quickly wipe his mouth, but waste not, want not. He licked his lips slowly before running his teeth over them to get off the blood, his fangs glinting in the stage lights. He noticed his mistake immediatly and closed his mouth suddenly, turning away with a bit blush on his porcelain face, not breaking eye contact with her through the corners of his eyes. His ears twitched wildly at the tone in her voice. In all his years of travel, this was the first time dealing with attention like this. The only company he usually had was the voice and he hadn't ever kissed a woman, so much as date one.

"Th-thank you. May I ask you your name miss? It's a pleasure to meet you. You didn't...see anything did you?"

He gave a nervous grin, putting his hands on his knees as he sat on the stool, gripping them tight in his nervousness.

How cute. the boy looked like a kitty cat as his ears flicked and his lips parted, letting the slim flat of his tongue slide over the gentle curves of his nervous curves. Oh how amusing to her. A boy nervous, slightly frightened, but it stayed there. Valeria was a predator and it showed well here. Her eyes staring into his hungrily, as if she simply undressing him with them. Val's eyes always lusted into her victim's. Of course that wasn't the case, she was simply playing chicken with him. Let herself see how far she could go before her little deer ran into the woods.

"Th-thank you. May I ask you your name miss? It's a pleasure to meet you. You didn't...see anything did you?" His shyness was kind of cute. Val hated cute. Innocence was something that bored her. Too easy, too quickly manipulated. His eyes though, showed something more and had that been blood on his lips? She was curious. Kind of intrigued by the thought, she was tempted to just lean in and steal a taste while a bit might linger. A flash of fangs and her heart fluttered. What would they feel like sinking into her skin. Fantasies that made her bite her lower lip a bit and laugh softly. Swiftly she pushed away any perverse thoughts and proceeded to speak.

"Hm~? Oh sweetie, if you didn't want me to see anything, I suppose I could play pretend." Her eyes twinkled devilishly, a smirk on her lips. With a bit of a bow, she moved to straighten after. Her body straightening to show her full height, not much as it were. "I am Valeria Kline. A pleasure to meet you, my dear. I'm pleased to meet a man with such a handsome soul." As odd as it were, Val decided to throw her moves upon the man. A flirt here and there, a little game to see how quickly he ran away from her. "Though I bet there's more to you than you're showing." Her words were ominous, but moreso just messing with the man as opposed to actually meaning anything to it.

She's challenging you. And believe me when I say this, she's killer through and through, you can see it, I know you can.Stay away and you'll live.

Kit was always quick to assume that everyone he met had some level of good in them, but the voice was normally right in terms of judgement. She stared at him quite odd into his, and if the voice had eyes, they'd be glaring back. She looked like what he would think he looked like in his fits of hunger: lusting for food and a need to feed. Though, something here didn't feel quite genuine. She was trying to read him, like he was reading her, staring into each other's eyes like a staring contest. He saw her mouth move and bite her lip as he licked his lip, which made his tail do a quick whip. She introduced herself in a kind matter, standing erect and smiling. He stood and bowed, and when he came back up he moved his bangs from his eyes to observe her again. She was quite real, though she looked like something from a masterpiece from an art gallery. She mentioned something about 'soul' but he tried to ignore it. Then came the words.

"Though I bet there's more to you than you're showing."

Shit. She knows.
No, she's messing with you. She saw your fangs and the blood, and it's hard to not see the presense of another in one's eyes, y'know

He consented the voice on what to do, giving him guidelines which he'd rather follow than go on on his lack of experience. Hard to get, it said, but try and be charming.

"Thank you for the compliment, but my business is my business. You look to have similar secrets, or would I be wrong?" He grinned, slightly, letting his fang slip over his bottom lip, its tip still coated in blood.

"Thank you for the compliment, but my business is my business. You look to have similar secrets, or would I be wrong?"

Her eyes showed amusement. So he could call it? Such a shift in his actions, flashing the fangs. So from hiding to showing them. That was certainly intriguing. He was playing a similar game, flashing what she wanted see like a courtship dance. Well, certainly she would let him play. Val wasn't one to fight those sort of requests. Her eyes gleamed playfully and her hand reached out.

Gently, her hand stroked his cheek, or at least reached to. Should she successfully touch him, she would trace her hand down his neck in a light tracing manner. Temptation. the blood, she wondered whose it was and what it tasted of. Her narrowed slits of eyes rested on the amusing figure. So he was issuing a challenge of sorts? She could rise to that. Val had no qualms in fighting this man mentally. As he flashed his canines, Val shifted her body, letting more of her curves show, letting the light hit her just right. All a game. She was the master, he was a victim. A man whom already had a collar, but not a brand. She would fix that, with her toxic words.

"Perhaps, but the true question lies in if you want to know these secrets." A wink and she stretched her arms up over her head. Show off her body more. Let him think such thoughts. She wanted him to. Wanted him to kiss her, so she could taste those lips. Taste the blood he hid. The secrets. It was all so alluring.

As she brought her hand toward him, Kit could take no more of this. This flirting like this wasn't like him. His eyes weren't leaving the hand as she dragged it on his cheek He could tell the voice was liking this, so he did what he though was best. She looked oh so beautiful, but he couldn't take this.

Ok, tap me out. You deal with this.

And so, the voice reveled in his gaining of the body, able to feel again. He was straight faced as the hand dragged over his cheek and down his neck, not flinching once. He'd been through worse with Kit. She was staring at him, no doubt confused as to why goosebumps and shivers were non-existent and his breathing and heartbeat stayed normal. She shifted the view of her curves towards him. What he would give to taste fresh-out-of-body blood again, like he did so many years ago. She looked like she was having fun with her game and as much as the voice was enjoying this, he stayed as serious as a stone statue.

She then spoke and stretched, furthering his hunger for fresh blood, a quiet rumble shaking behind his abs of snow white, his jade eyes staring at her with no nonsense behind a curtain of spider silk hair, his ears occasionally twitching. He stood and sauntered up to her until half an inch of room seperated them. He grabbed her chin gently, feeling her soft skin, his index finger lying on her pulse. He shifted her eyes upwards to him as he placed his mouth by her ear, whispering into it.

"Games are for children. Come get me when you've grown up." She bit the lobe of her ear and retracted his head slowly, brushing his lips with hers as he walked off to the bar, ordering a bottle of red wine.

A twist of expression on his face, the man seemed to be someone separate. A whole different being before him. His face lacked expression. A whole stiffened stature. His body stood like an iron bar to her wind of a movement. Eyes caught upon hers and his actions were quick to follow. His body shifted to hers and too soon his finger gripped her chin and pulled her into a kiss. Lips found lips and she was taken by surprise by the man. Her eyes widened and she stared there, locked in surprise.

"Games are for children. Come get me when you've grown up." He proceeded to move away from her. His lack of intrigue making her stare dumbfound. This man had just called her immature? How.. how rude! Yet she was fascinated. Upon closer inspection, she followed him, resting her hands on his shoulders while whispering in his ear. 'I'm more grown up than you think. However there aren't many ways I can show you." This time she was simply trying to one up him. Her bosoms pressing to the back of his body.

She could feel the presense of her petite hands on his shoulders when the man came back with Esparian Red Merlot...and two wine glasses. Kit kept questioning the voice's way of dealing with this problem, but he simply freaked when he felt this woman's brests against his back. The voice shivered for an entirely different reason: he could feel her calm heartbeat through her chest and into his, his hunger became more appearant as a lower and louder rumble came out from his stomach as he tried to not acknowledge her until he had poured the wine. She whispered in his ear and he responded with looking over to her lustful face hovering around his ear and putting a full glass of wine in front her face.

"Then let's start with a drink. On me." He sippped it down, feeling a rivlet of wine run from the corner of his mouth down his muscly defined neck as he got up from the bar back to the stage. That wine wasn't cheap, so if he broke out a good song, he'd make enough in tips to cover the cost. He let Kit take the body again and this time playing a slow Crieg ballad, again singing the the language in accompany to the heavenly strings of his violin.

The end of the song was signaled in applause from the cafe-goers as he sat back down at the bar to have another glass of wine, looking at Valeria with a raised brow as he opened his mouth, his soothing voice slithering out,

"Please, allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Kit Vesper Estenial. And I am rather interested about what these secrets might be, but I'm sure information such as that doens't come cheap. Name the price, and you will recieve it." He licked his lips as he savored the red wine left on his lip, staring at Valeria with interest.

"Then let's start with a drink. On me." Val wasn't one to drink, but then again, she wasn't one to deny free beverages. So as he shoved the wine in her face. She was of course, a bit surprised. Her left hand reached to grab the drink. Dainty and feminine finger that wrapped around the smooth material. Tipping it back, she let the crimson drain from her cup. Not a drop wasted. It all fell quickly down her throat and soon she found herself sitting in a stool away from him.

He got up, too soon for her liking. Music flooding her ears as he played another song. Beautiful and true, a voice that spoke words in a way that hearts could be felt. Music was a tunnel to the soul, showing the many beautiful chords that would fling through her ears. Truly it could soothe her, or maybe bring her to more curiosity. She watched with intrigue. Vivid violet eyes upon a man so.. odd. She wanted to know more. To indulge more upon the man of secrets.

Once he returned, he had spoken to her. "Please, allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Kit Vesper Estenial. And I am rather interested about what these secrets might be, but I'm sure information such as that doesn't come cheap. Name the price, and you will receive it." His tongue flashed pink over his parted lips. So sensual, so alluring. Her eyes flashed daringly and she pondered his words. How to respond to a man who thought he was above her. She was the Mistress, she always was. At least, that's what Val thought. She was on top and if you ever thought you were, she let you think that. Games were fun, but she fond the rules had changed for this being of feline tenancies.

"To receive, you must give." Sliding her body towards him, she was sizing him up once again. He wasn't bad looking, she had to admit. With eyes flashing a bit, she narrowed them and decided to take her daring route. "You want to know my secrets?" Her voice dripped a soft alluring spell. Her charm poured on, but not overly so. Control, she had control. Her hand moved and placed itself on his chin, gently cupping it. Eyes of the succubus upon the man, staring into his bare soul.

"What are you willing to pay?" She asked, her mouth moved in. A slow motion, fluid. Romantic. Her eyelashes bat once before her soft smirk vanished and turned to a deep kiss. Her mouth claiming his in a fathomless passion. Two fingers pulling him towards the kiss to connect it deeper. Affection for a reason that seemed random, but chosen. As she pulled away, her tongue traced her lips. Only a small hint of blood, not enough to determine an actual taste. It was depressing a bit, but the flavor of alcohol was enough to make up for it. "That should cover one question. Tell me.." Her eyes lit up as they closed and she let her had brush a bang from his face. Her other hand held up a single finger to solidify her words. "What secrets do you wish to unveil~?"

It started with a rather simple question, but it also held abundent depth. She held an upmost wickedness in the sentence, with all the charm of a cobra.

"What are you willing to pay?"

Before he could speak, her curvasious form inched closer to his, her scent reaching him. A mixture of exotic perfume and blood, a deadly combination to Kit. Her enticing lips were formed in a small grin before forming around his, a gentle hand on his chin, in a deep kiss, her tongue moving gingerly in his mouth almost as if...it was looking for something.

No. Nonono. Her act was working. Kit obliged her, returning the brauvado with his own talented tongue, his hand reaching around to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, trying his hardest from plunging his fangs into her charming tongue. His passion was firery and commanding, but she was in control now. It was like a tug of war between this woman and the voice, and the voice and Kit. The voice knew Kit was no longer in control, for he would've pulled away and ran out the diner as fast as he could, but his muscles tensed anyway, his ears twitching wildly from this show of overstimulation. She pulled away and traced his soft lip line, her taste still on his tongue. If there was one thing he knew, was that blood always left a stain, and he tasted hers. There was no doubt now. She was a killer, a succubus ready to devour him whole, but his face did not potray what he internally felt as a mild worry. She may have killed, but nothing he couldn't handle. But the hunger, the hunger damn it was growing. She looked not only as a beautiful woman, but a delectible meal. Kit had been silent inside his brain, letting the voice work and probably trying to ignore the unpure thoughts entering his mind. She then spoke again, only allowing him one question. His eyes set uoon her face, unforgiving, uncaring, the flames of his curiosity crackled behind the emerald eyes. He whispered, the bartender very close, eyeing the pair with perverse interest.

"You have the eyes of a killer. Your mouth and hands are stained and your skin is almost completely crimson. Your hands have a gentle touch, but no doubt you've ripped men in twain before. Your beauty is unfathomable, but so is the murderous monster inside it. Answer this question, and you may ask me anything. Who many people lie on top of your soul? How many people have you killed?" His voice was dark and brooding, but still charming in its sound, like a damned soul covered in sin.

This being was unaffected by her. Her eyes watching as he dismissed her actions after rising to them. As if this were casual. As if she hadn't just killed him. Why was he not swooning? her eye twitched momentarily, but her smooth look rested upon him. A hand of his own, touched the back of her head, taking the kiss for himself. Just as a glutton, he sucked it up. Taking her tongue to return it to her own. Curiosity rested on him, but beneath the vague apathy. He took a moment to chew his question it seemed, before he spoke.

"You have the eyes of a killer. Your mouth and hands are stained and your skin is almost completely crimson. Your hands have a gentle touch, but no doubt you've ripped men in twain before. Your beauty is unfathomable, but so is the murderous monster inside it. Answer this question, and you may ask me anything. Who many people lie on top of your soul? How many people have you killed?" Oh he was good.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Fear creeping down her spine. She'd been figured out. "Only those who bore me." She spoke in a riddling tune. A teasing answer that would give him only more questions. Her lips moved in to the side of his head. Had he had normal ears, they would be there, but since he was feline, there probably wasn't. A whisper of her voice floated upon the air, only or him to hear. "I take the sinners.. one by one.. and bathe in their blood." Her eyes gleamed in a challenge. "One by one.. I suppose I've long since reached the double digits now." A chuckle befell her ruby lips before she pulled back and straightened herself, smiling ear to ear. "Of course, that's if you really believe I would do such cruel things~."

Her words were full of teasing tone and riddled meaning...more challenge. He stared at her as she described what she did, tantalizing images of her her body wearing nothing but the blood of the damned, a true feast for both the eyes and the stomach. She smiled wide, trying to play fake innocence, another teasing tactic that fell on deaf ears. She probably expected him to cringe in fear, but he grinned, pleased. He brought the glass of wine to his lips, tipping it back to let it sit on his tongue before he swallowed it, it's bitter and sweet taste reflecting the mood of the conversation. His ears perked up again and his tail did a quick whip into his lap, his eyes glint in satisfaction as he spoke,

"Cruel? You've described paradise, one I know well. Yet, I drink them dry instead of bathing in the blood. Sinner's blood is like ambrosia. I'm sure you'd look...absolutly delectible showered in that rose red color. I hope to be as enthralling as possible, as to avoid an unwanted but excellent death. The fountains of blood would be beautiful..."

He took another sip as the door swung open again, four men in tuxedos waltzing in with instrument cases, taking the stage. He knew they'd be late, that's why he was there, to cover for them until they arrived. They set up their string quartet in a hurry and began to, in fact, play a waltz. His tail couldn't help but swing to the beat. He stood suddenly, bowed to Valeria, and stood up with a hand extended, palm to the ceiling. He smiled genuinly, hoping his 'friend' would accept the offer.

"You can ask the question while we dance...if you can, m'lady."

"Cruel? You've described paradise, one I know well. Yet, I drink them dry instead of bathing in the blood. Sinner's blood is like ambrosia. I'm sure you'd look...absolutly delectible showered in that rose red color. I hope to be as enthralling as possible, as to avoid an unwanted but excellent death. The fountains of blood would be beautiful..." Oh my. Val smirked gently. Such cruel words from a being that was so pure white. Corrupted innocence, stained red, then painted white. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Val knew that act from a mile away. However, she still found it enticing that he would play a game with her. As much as he had groaned about it earlier, he was still a playing piece. Moved upon the board strategically to put her in check. Games, they amazed her. Amused her. Her everything revolved around games. This man seemed the same way, just in a different style.

Her body dressed in rose-colored blood. Chills she felt as they scampered down her spine fluently. A smile on her lips at the very thought. She never had time to bathe in blood, but a taste here and there amused her. He seemed satisfied with her answer as he drained some more crimson wine. A group had entered, but Val's attention was fixated on the man before her. He knew a lot for being a simple musician. That took no genius to detect and yet, she found the mystery lulling her into a comfort of intrigue.

His body stood and then a hand was offered to her.
"You can ask the question while we dance...if you can, m'lady." M'lady. That made her whole body giddy. M'lady.. A phrase that absolutely enticed her. Not as much as mistress. Oh that sounded simply enthralling. Her hand reached out and she took his. No point in NOT dancing. A slow one could not kill, but only help her learn more of this man she knew so little of. "I don't recall giving payment for a question." her voice mused, following his lead upon the floor. Violet eyes focused on him.

Their hands mesheed perfectly as their fingers were intertwined as they danced. He led her legs with his hand on her right hip, staring into her eyes, carrying himself regally as they waltzed among the few couples. Two killers in a dance...an alluring sight. No pun intended, Kit had an animal magnetism that could never be fazed, no matter how he acted. Valeria, to him, was like a beautiful venus flytrap, a sightly and deathly allure that attracted someone like Kit's other half. He whispered to her as they danced.

"Payment may be decided later or perhaps...."

He dipped her far down, her feet almost off the ground as he stared at her with detemined, looking from the nape of her neck to her eyes. He put his head by her neck and licked the bow of her neck, and snapped back up with her when his fang was only a centimeter away from delicious blood, but no matter how much he loved to kill and drink, he had a gentlemanly side that Kit had engrained into the both of them. He stared at her while thinking...she shivered when he said m'lady....time to try something.

"The dance is payment enough, unless you'd like to pay some other way. Ask away....Mistress Valeria...." In his mind, he was laughing his ass off.

"Payment may be decided later or perhaps...." Sweet words in her ears, temptation a hung ornament. Flesh, his flesh so close to hers, wound fingers were a source of connection. feet led feet and her strapped shoes kept her balanced well. Odd as it were, she remained just as graceful. The each step she took leaving a soft click in the wake of the world. Her dress held tight to her curves, showing them off. An accent on her somewhat pale skin. Oh how amused, she truly was. He led her on the dance floor and yet she led him in other ways. Shepard the poor souls. Her victims were usually chosen well. This one had a lust in him, she could nearly smell through his skin. Alluring, calling her and arousing a beast that longed torture and torment. Make him writhe and twitch.

Beg for her, kneel to her. Valeria Diablos, a queen of her own world. This man was a quest to the masquerade and so far, he participated well. His moves one step below her own, in her twisted mind. Blood, she longed to see what color his was. What crimson art could she strike upon his body. An angry painter with a scythe hidden outside. Archangel could visit here, and take them all. Destroy them silently and listen to the screams of discord. Oh how the thought enticed her, yet her face portrayed not an ounce of her perverse thoughts. His request did not fall on deaf ears, but rather a smirk on her lips showed she had a mindful of ideas. Many of which were a bit explicit for the cafe.

"The dance is payment enough, unless you'd like to pay some other way. Ask away....Mistress Valeria...." Fangs near her neck. So close, so near. Her breath staggered and she tensed. Those lips, the breath. She couldn't help but moan at the feel, a soft whimper of one. How she longed his fangs to simply dive in and send the Mistress into her world of euphoria. A slice was only a step more towards the pleasure she longed to have. However, he hesitated and spoke instead to her of something else. Disappointment. Val liked to bleed...

Mistress. Oh that rolled off the tongue. Her movements led her curvacious body to press hard into his; invading personal space and letting each dance move rub over his. Her lips curled into a smirk and she found words soon, "Hm~ A question to ask? You must be a wolf, having spotted one, perhaps you can tell me, what exactly was lingering on your lips?" Her face played cllose to his, eyes glaring into his, yet with amusement. "Was it, blood?"

First the moan, now she was pressing her body against him. Her pale skin was warm to his, almost able to feel the blood move through her veins, the rhythm of lust to him. As much as he was confused as to why she acted this way, his mind and eyes were on her neck. He swore that she looked...disappointed after his tease tactic, another sign of either alluring or psychotic this woman was. But this is the most fun he's had since the first frenzy, and he wasn't even eating now. This woman had a strange effect on both the voice and Kit, who again, had stayed quiet. The voice felt a sense of lust and hunger, while Kit felt unclean and frightened by how damn scary this woman's charm was. But the voice was in charge, indulging both his and Valeria's feeling. He put his hand behind her on her waist, pulling it closer, carressing her slender form. She spoke with a grin and playful tone,

"Hm~ A question to ask? You must be a wolf, having spotted one, perhaps you can tell me, what exactly was lingering on your lips? Was it, blood?"

She was glaring at him, almost with a hopeful expression. He ran his hand up from her waist slowly to the back of her neck and he brough his head down, his lips hovering above hers, a predetory like stare in his eyes.

"You tell me..." He kissed her deeply with aggresive passion, mingling his tongue with hers. He guided her tongue to his fang and dragged it, cutting a small slit in it. He sucked on the cut, tasting her blood. It was divine and damned at the same time. He pulled away, nibbling her bottom lip as he did so.

"That was the payment. And yes. A nessesary evil. I feed for it for taste and sustinance. I feed on it regularly, seeing it's the only thing that keeps me well fed. And not to mention, to be able to taste the closest thing to a soul."

"You tell me..." His hands made a sweet song to her body. A finely tuned instrument for him to play. A hand sliding on her body, pulling her closer. He was combining them together soon. Not even a gap was there anymore. His eyes so seductive on their own, eyes of a serpentine. Feline allure and serpentine temptation. It was all too much for even Val to fight. Her own charm however, would never cease. Charm. She had charm. A thing she used so well on the men she seduced.

Before she could react, his lips descended upon hers. A gasp or surprise and a gentle whimper later, her eyes would close. Something about this kiss stole her away. It swept her heart into an odd jumble of something that couldn't be interpreted with ease. What was it that made her silent heart hop around excitably in her chest? Such passion spilled into her mouth. His lips mashed to hers, kneading her tongue until it obeyed what he wanted. A small prick of pain flooded her mind. Blood, she could taste it and yet, the maneuvering left him to suck upon her tongue. A soft thrill flooded her spine. Pleasure. A gentle tornado of pleasure licked at her mind.

As the kiss ended, she blushed a bit more. A reaction even she couldn't control. A soft nibbling upon her tongue that made her sigh contently. Almost purring into the action, she couldn't help but softly smirk at his words. "That was the payment. And yes. A necessary evil. I feed for it for taste and sustenance. I feed on it regularly, seeing it's the only thing that keeps me well fed. And not to mention, to be able to taste the closest thing to a soul." Oh she didn't care for questions anymore. This was far beyond questions. She had bled and it felt good. Her body took his and slowly she walked. An area away from everyone; out of the way and then, she embraced him.

"Make me bleed more." She whispered softly. "Mark me with soft darkened petals." A longing mingled with desire stole her words into a lustful voice. Desperation. She NEEDED to bleed. NEEDED to be fed off of. Though it was dangerous, she didn't care, that extra hit only made it so much more worth it.

It was too much. Kit's feeling of dread filled his face but was shoved aside with the voice's assertivness. Kit was frightened as all hell and rather pissed, the only voice of reason was now screaming.

WHAT HAPPENED TO STAYING AWAY, HUH?! YOU'VE BLOCKED ME OUT FOR A HOUR AND I COME BACK TO THIS! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY, SHE'S CRAZY, SHE'S GONNA KILL US!

Shush, you nagging bastard. I have this covered. I'll slice her to ribbons if she tries something. K?

Kit continued to ramble in panic, none of which was displayed on his face. The voice knew this as well as anyone. This was the end game, 4th quarter, bottom of the 9th. It was do or die time. She didn't look that or even act like this till he...bit her tongue. Shit. Maybe Kit was right. A girl with eyes like Kit's...a killer...she would probably not have taken kindly to that. In the spur of the moment, even Kit would've made a move, and the voice knew. They shared a mind, his thoughts were the voices, and vice versa. Though, mentally tuning each other out was common practice, but their body's lustful state was starting to run on instinct now, and the commands of the voice. She was leading them...somewhere. Her hands were hot now, with rage or something else they did not know. They were both watching with interest and a tinge of fear, both Kit and the voice co existing now, like two roomates watching a scary movie.

They were led into a dark, velvet walled corridor. There were no lights and a door on the end said V.I.P room. No doubt to Kit that was where they were going. It was close to the back, easy to get rid of a body....but the voice still had bodily control and he didn't plan on giving it back to Kit till this was all over. They stopped halfway, facing each other with both their backs facing walls. Then...she grabbed him in a warm embrace.

The fuck?!
The fuck?!

She whispered into his ear softly, tenderly, and despreate with lust, "Make me bleed more. Mark me with soft darkened petals." Both the voices in Kit's mind were silenced and their face shared the same expression: Genuine shock.

....Do it. Before the trance sets in and we suck her dry
Wait, this coming from you, Kit?...

And like that, hunger did in the voice and Kit took his body again, was able to move freely, but yet still chained by hunger. He stared into her eyes as he tipped her head to the side to examine her neck, small beads of sweat racing down. He couldn't take the temptation. A moment of weakness, yes. He felt horrible about this, about feeding off the living. But she asked, and he was hungry. The innocence, at least for a short time, had been wrapped in the shadow of lust and hunger. Kit's own words, no one elses, leaked from his drooling lips,

"So have you wished it, so shall it be...my Mistress."

He descended upon her, placing his right arm around her waist and the other cupping her cheek. They were stiff, tensed, determined to not kill this woman as his instincts all but commanded. He was hers to do with as she wished now. He sank his fangs into her neck, pushing her against the velvet wall gently as waves of crimson life flowed into his mouth and into his body. Heaven on earth provided by a damned soul. What delicious irony...

Excitement filled her faster than a waterfall. His hands moving upon her body, one such upon her waist and the other upon her chin. Gently, he moved her neck to the side, tilting it, maneuvering it. Valeria couldn't help but watch with curious eyes. A single wrong move and she would kill him. That was her plan all around. She always had to prepared; ready to knock back any cruel soul that struck to harm her. She was being kind, offering her rarely dispensed blood to this man. The offer seemed to take him by surprise, but he did not hesitate, as if starving for it. She felt a bit flattered in that manner.

"So have you wished it, so shall it be...my Mistress." Mistress. Yes, that would do perfectly for her. Valeria absolutely LOVED being called Mistress. It simply felt, perfect.

Pain struck her hard. The piercing sensation made her whole body heat as his mouth worked to begin sucking up the blood. The pain, the pleasure, both mixed and caused Val to blush a fervent crimson. Her lips parting with a soft gasp and her hands slid up his chest. Under his shirt, her fingers draping over his skin before gently she slid them down again. Tracing the skin, rubbing along his body. Taking in each and every contour beneath the barrier of his shirt. When she was finished, she allowed her fingers to rub up his back. Smooth skin in her hands. Such sensuality.

Harder, his mouth began to bite in harder, feeding more roughly. Every nerve on her body was standing on edge, stimulated by his actions. Her body was up to a wall and a hand still held her cheek to keep her neck exposed. So hard. He was biting so hard as he devoured her blood. Swiftly, her fingers would dig in and her eyes winced. Breathing became heavy and staggered, aroused. A gentle moan on her lips. This was not the place to sate her own desires, but she needed to. It was a desperate calling in her voice. So, grabbing his chin, she pushed him off of her neck. Blood droplets still leaking and violet eyes seeming angered. Surprisingly enough, she was simply determined. Her hand pulled him along as she found herself pulling him into the room.

With a quick twitch of her free hand, she locked the door then practically threw him on the bed. Her eyes lustful as she moved a strap of her dress to the side and gathered her hair to the opposing side of her neck. She wanted more. "Sorry to interrupt your frenzy." She spoke in a serious voice, her lips in a straight line; too much on her mind to return her little smirk. Her mouth took his heatedly. Passion pouring into the every second and she found herself sliding her legs on either side of his lap. After she pulled her lips from his, she would cock her head a bit and close her eyes. "Feel free to continue."

This was all happening so fast, yet when he fed time almost seemed non-existant. He could feel her skin getting hotter, blush arriving to her cheeks, her hands traveling around his chest, carressing him underneath his shirt. He moved in closer, sending his fangs in deeper as blood pools in his mouth not letting a bit of it be wasted. His hands wandered, running up and down her back, his nails scraping in dress and the skin underneath. This was so embarrasing...Kit had never planned this. He was feeding off her, and she was giving out staggered and heavy breathing and moans which he'd never heard before. As he got rougher, the more sound came from her and the more excited he got and countinued his feeding. Her nails were in his back and it felt...good. A great feeling he'd never felt before.

Then she pulled him away by his chin, eyes filled with anger, blood still around his mouth. She was walking him like a pet to the V.I.P room. Inside was a bed with velvet sheets golden foot and headboards. He was still in a daze, starting to regain his composure, then he heard the click of a door looking. He turned around and saw her all but throw him onto the soft bed, bouncing up a bit when he landed. She moved a strap of her dress down her shoulder...oh, no...he was not ready for this...but he felt ready. But it didn't stop him from sliding as far back as he could, head hitting the gold posts, mumbling about how he'd never done something like this before. She pulled her hair to the other side as she spoke in authorative voice,

"Sorry to interrupt your frenzy." She walked over and bent over his face, staring at him with lustful eyes, and a blushing and emotionless face. She started kissing him, roughly, taking control. He moved his hands from the bottom of her neck to her thighs as she stradled him and pulled the kiss away, him going after her lips with lustful desperation. She pushed the puncture wounds into his face, beads of blood and sweat around them.

"Feel free to continue." And he did with gusto. He slid them right in and fed again, gravity assisting in the drink. His hands manuevered to the middle of her back and pulled her down right onto him, feeding with the passion of the passed kiss. Great amounts of blood flooding him, sending blush into his face He then flipped her onto the bed and arched his back, licking the wounds on her neck then looking into her eyes with drunken lust, his feline ears twitching wildly and his tail whipping back and forth. He knew if he kept up this feeding up, he'd drink her dry. So he asked in a mewing voice,

"Mistress, there won't be much left soon, and the pleasure will stop. If you'd like me to continue, tell me." He felt great embarrasment and nessecity in his next words, "Direct me in any way you wish...my Mistress."

The man seemed a bit confused by her advancements; deterred in surprise. Her body was atop of his. His sinewy being was pinned beneath a woman so petite and yet she couldn't help but adore the control it gave her. Her lips parted then thinned once more as his mouth claimed her neck. Gentle pricks in her neck and he was feeding on her again. The euphoria that washed her body more thoroughly than soap. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly. Her breath in shallow staggers for oxygen.

So deep. His fangs were so deep in her neck. The blood he drained, making thinking harder, decisions more blurry. Her breath started again and she moaned into his neck. A soft call to God in a foreign language. Her emotions flooded at an alarming rate. Her hands cupping his head as he fed, sweat beginning to glaze her body. His hands roaming her skin, exploring. He'd never done something as such.. did that mean? Her face reddened and a sort of alarm went off. For once a tinge of self-conscious guilt took a room in her mind. She shouldn't.. she really shouldn't. Yet she wanted to.

Mistress, there won't be much left soon, and the pleasure will stop. If you'd like me to continue, tell me. Direct me in any way you wish...my Mistress." Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't stop herself. Her lips found his own. Heavy breaths, desiring more. She needed to indulge. Her hands pushed up at his shirt, not saying a word, but silently analyzing him. Would he say no? "There's an easier way to pleasure me.. if you're willing." She whispered softly, eyes gentle and needy. An odd combination for the black widow.

She was calling to God...kinda funny that. He was pawing at his head, her sweat sheening off her pale skin. He saw a pools of blush in her cheeks, underneath the violet moons that were her eyes. No matter what language she spoke, he'd understand. He noticed his hands traveling on their own, navigating the curves of her body, blush growing as they moved further and further down. She was staring at him, gasping heavily and heart pounding. She kissed him again and her hands roamed his chest again, analyzing his althletic physique with the sense of touch alone. He kiss tasted of blood too...this was all so new to him.

She stared at him again and this time he sat up, staring back. She looked at him and whispered softly, "There's an easier way to pleasure me.. if you're willing" He grinned slightly, a drunken look in his eyes. He got on his hands and knees and crawled behind her, like a tiger stalking prey. He put his chest to her back and wrapped his arms around her flat stomach, panting with the same frequency of Valeria. He ground her ear lobe in his front teeth then whispered in her ear,

"My will is your will, Mistress. I will do as you please...without. hesitation." He stayed the way his was, not moving, but just feeling her heartbeat, which pounded out like a tribal war song.

The actions remained sensual; amazing an thorough. His body pressed against hers, though his mouth was unlatched from her neck. Still, heat boiled under her skin and she couldn't help but long for more of that delicate touch. She wanted more of him, so much more of him. Like a starved animal, she was. Her eyes set upon the body of another predator, so desperate, so needy. Her mouth with his, formed a dance all its own. His taste was so divine, speaking in words of foreign languages; fancy and tenacious. How his hand roamed her body, lowering as far as her thighs while her blood continued to heat heavily. Fire ablaze in her eyes, waiting to be quenched.


"My will is your will, Mistress. I will do as you please...without. hesitation." He sat up, bringing her with him. Eyes upon eyes while her heart-rate continued to sky rocket. So loud, it deafened her; instinct screaming to her.

For a moment he vanished. Hiss body moving around hers until he wrapped her in a hug of sorts. A warm embrace that heated her whole back more. Too much heat. Her breathing staggered and she moaned once again as his mouth formed upon her ear. Delicious movements made her shudder and rest her hands upon his arms. Red colored her face. Anything she wanted. Anything she could take. She knew what it was, but a nagging feeling of reason worked into her mind. It wouldn't be right, it would be so wrong. Wasn't wrong all she lived for though? This was different and she couldn't place why and yet in the heat of the moment, she only wanted more.

Another heavy breath escaped her lips and she moved a hand on his own thigh, gently rubbing it, her eyes half closed in needy luster. Temptation was too much for her. Despite how much she was convinced of being some demon, she was only a woman. Her body demanded actions and so, she would turn her head towards him. Beautiful irises filling her mind. A silent smirk on her face, while she pulled him in with a bite on his neck. "Hmm. You took a bit much. Perhaps, you should repay a little~?" Her voice whispered softly, a hand poking softly at his skin, before she slid out a hidden knife. A hand sliding softly into his neck, just a little.

Curiosity. What did he taste like? His blood, his life. She desired to see what this curious man tasted like. Blood spilled gently and her tongue quickly pressed to the wound. Flavor rolled over, leaking a tiny bit while she lapped it up. It tasted wonderful, she lavished in it as her body gripped tighter at his. Such an odd taste and yet addictive to a touch. However she could control herself and after a moment or so, the wound would have clot anyways. Her eyes rested upon his and she gave a shaky breath. "I'm your mistress, correct?" Her eyes lit up darkly, a flame dancing in them. She gently pecked him upon the lips and grinned mischievously. "I want you to lay with me." A bit of a blunt way to say it, but it seemed this man wasn't fond of hints.