Blake strolled into Block 22 not bothering to take in the scenery. Clubs were all the same—especially this type—glamour with a mix of clandestine activities. Oh, she did love a particularly thriving hot bed of sinful surroundings.
She—in tight deconstructed by herself Balenciaga jeans, Yves Saint Laurent sandals, and barely there, totally see through in the right way backless light silver tunic—looked as she usually did, gorgeous but it came with the territory. Blake ignored the stares of pure lust and people who couldn't quite place her face.
Of course they'd realize as soon as she was out of there sight that she was quite famous back across the pond—for nothing except for being gorgeous with a wicked gleam in her eyes, participating in less than savory behavior, and being very wealthy.
Blake didn't particularly want to be at this place but she grabbed a pale blue cocktail from a waitress anyway. She'd thought over going to the other place. The Bank; but she came out tonight for a reason and she didn't expect to find any blue bloods in there. Tomorrow she could find a couple of familiars; tonight she'd get down to business.
Blake had a thing about being known. People should be aware of her, constantly because of course she was a sight to be held. She swung her straight as a pin black hair over her shoulder making the blue and purple streaks in the back visible and narrowed her ice blue eyes scanning the people around her to see if she could see them in the club's dark lights.
How she hated the committee for making them come here. Closer observation, they'd said. Just because Kingsley's a family friend does not mean we're silver bloods. In Blake's personal opinion they should have sent Azrael to the dogs. She's always been a bitch hanging on to Abbadon like some sort of—
Speak of the devil; Blake spotted Mimi as soon as she walked into the VIP section. A group of well, groupies hanging around her and a sullen faced Benjamin beside her. Blake could look back and see this scene in hundreds of memories.
Mimi and Blake had always clashed. Her style was tame compared to Blake's alternative way of dressing but they both share the same over the top attitude about everything concerning them. Blake grabbed two more drinks and knocked them back before heading to the dance floor. She and Mimi's eyes met briefly and Blake turned her bitchiest smile on as shock dawned on Mimi's perfectly made up face.
After that Blake knew her goal. She would dance with Jack tonight—a perfect way to piss Mimi off. Not that she wanted him for any reason except to raise some eyebrows—Jack was too much of a worm, he may try and rebel with other girls but eventually he always ran back to Mimi, gag. The DJ spun a mix of "Voodoo Child" and some Christina Aguilera song—blending the beginning chords with Christina's powerful voice.
Soon enough Blake was intertwined with a Hugo Boss model but in the corner of her eye she noticed Jack and Mimi getting up to dance. They were working their way towards her in the center of the floor.
Blake glided her way over—with the model still in tow, mind you—to where Mimi and her crowd were dancing. She made sure to give the twins and another one of their blue blood friends Bliss Llewellyn—who looked less than joyous to be in her current state—a full view of her Balenciaga clad butt and bare back before turning to them. She let the model—Damien something or other's—hands creep around her hips before breaking contact with him.
She met Jack's eyes first—hoping he still had his weakness—and bit her lip. He looked distracted too but now Blake was keenly aware Mimi's eye on her. Her smile widened as Jack drifted closer to her and they moved away from Mimi. This would be easy—demoting Mimi a couple levels. A Muse cover of "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" played and Blake reached a hand up to push a lock of his corn silk hair out of his eyes and they danced.
For a moment they were taken back to a moment in Prague. Blake was in a gorgeous black Victorian ball gown—very low cut for that age—but Jack pulled them out of that memory quickly not wanting to go back to what would happen later. That confrontation with Mimi had been monumental and Jack had felt responsible; although Blake quite enjoyed riling Mimi up.
"Long time, huh Jack," Blake said leaning toward him.
"The committee said you were relocating but I didn't think you'd actually listen," he said a faint smile playing on his lips, "I seem to remember you rebelling against quite a few of the committee's decisions."
"I trust Lawrence's judgment," Blake said—she was ecstatic when she found out Michael was Regis no long; if not she would have fought tooth and nail instead of leaving her home, "Besides I don't want anyone suspecting the worst."
He just smiled a swirled her. After a few more minutes of dancing, Blake felt Jack stiffen and turn his head toward his sister. Ugh, damn that connection, "Um, I gotta…"
"It's okay, I after all do understand," Blake said not exactly dejected—she knew it was coming soon, "Same old Jack."
"And same old Blake sneaking away—where is he anyway?"
"Camden's out familiar shopping, as I should be," Blake said and Jack turned to leave. Camden—Blake's twin brother—and Jack had never gotten along either. Just like their sisters.
Blake found that model again. Soon she was asking him, "Let's get out of here; somewhere more private," she said and licked the side of his neck. She led him back to her limo and didn't bother waiting for the car to pull off and forgetting about foreplay.
She extended her fangs and had her fill of him before they turned onto the next street.