§ylyne D. Anhem
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
What A Night
Rated: R
Here we go again...
Chapter Four
"Honestly, aren't you even going to leave while I get ready?" Serena
pursed her lips in frustration.
"Should I?" Endymion smiled angelically at her from his position on
the corner of her bed as she proceeded to gather up the shopping bags he had
so unceremoniously deposited on her bed. Gazing down at him, he looked so
boyishly innocent; it somehow amazed her how trusting she could be towards a
vampire who could kill her a matter of seconds. She brushed this thought away,
disliking the sense of uncertainty it sent her. She shook herself out of her
revery.
"Well, yes. I'm not getting dressed until you get out. To the living
room, at the very least."
"Who said anything about getting dressed? As long as you get
undressed, it's fine by me..."
She whirled around. That was another thing. The sexual innuendoes he
had taken up firing at her. He beamed up at her, desire, mischief, and
seduction dancing in his eyes, obviously something he enjoyed. "That's it.
Out." she pointed, annoyedly, at her bedroom door, and he sighed and levered
himself up off the bed and sauntered out to laze on her couch. She groaned in
irritation at the way he looked, like a model, prepared and positioned,
awaiting a photographer to start shooting.
"Don't worry, honey, I'll give you a real reason to groan tonight..."
he called to her, laughing silently as her cheeks flushed a scorching red and
turned on her heel to stomp back into her room.
Endymion lounged casually in Serena's living room, head pillowed on
a gold tassled cushion. Her taste in decor was actually quite remarkable,
dramatic blacks and burgundys, with golden-framed mirrors and paintings,
sconces, and pillows, deep, powerful colours that held mystery in the very
design. He grinned. It resembled his apartment.
He heard her approach her door, and take a breath, and readied
himself. She swung the heavy oak door open and stood there, like a mannequin
on display for him. Thick golden hair hung in soft curls on her shoulders,
held back by silver clips, and the black dress he had given her fit like a
second, velvety skin, and he wondered how she could be possibly wearing the
negligee beneath. On her feet were black stilletto heels, long straps
twisting and wrapping around killer legs. A silver-and-black velvet torque
was wrapped around her slim throat, framing a silver, diamond-studded moon,
and her make-up was simple, silver-gold eyeshadow, blood red lipstick and a
hint of blush to improve her naturally too-pale cheeks.
He gaped. That was the only word that could possibly describe his
expression of astonishment. A wicked look appeared on his face and he moved
from the couch to Serena faster than he could imagine, arms somehow coiled
around her body, pressing her firmly against him. His nose touched hers, and
her eyes widened incredulously as he tilted his head and whispered into her
ear,
"I want you."
Serena looked shocked and lifted delicate hands to press lightly
against his chest, pushing him away slowly. "Endymion. Don't..." she warned,
but she could already see his eyes focussing in on her lips, as he dipped his
head so his mouth captured hers. She closed her eyes and allowed him to
continue kissing her, without response for several seconds before breaking
away, "Alright, let's go."
He stared at her, irate at her indifference. Roughly, he took her arm
in his and they proceeded towards the door, Endymion's now fowl mood hovering
over them like a raincloud. It infuriated him that he could want her so much
and she could feel such apathy toward him. Serena sighed and turned him to
face her, reaching up and pulling his head down for a soft kiss. "Happy now?"
He practically glowed. "You want me." (a.n: I debated adding a little
:) at the end of that sentence, but decided that showed just how much of a
techie geek I am...) She laughed and they headed downstairs.
His full lips curved into a smile at her astonishment as his sleek,
black Jaguar sped down the strip and screeched to the halt in front of The
Pulse, and then an even broader smile as she simply stared at the glowing
violet letters spelling out the club's name. Several valets rushed toward
Endymion's car, with cries of "Sir! Let me get the door for you, sir!" "That
won't be necessary sir, we'll take care of everything!" as if people had
been waiting their lives for him to arrive.
Endymion wrapped a possessive arm around Serena's slim shoulders,
eyes warning off the plethora of males who had immediately taken notice of
her. He breathed into her ear, lips touching her earlobe, "I almost regret buying that outfit for you..." and then glanced down at her lace-covered body, "but then again... maybe not."
Crushed against him, Serena opened her mouth and then closed it again,
feeling revealed, and well, almost naked under his determined eyes.
"Come. Let's meet people." He led her up onto the restaurant platform
and quickly found a table, taken up by four men whose appearances were near
equal to Endymion's. A tall platinum-haired vampire sat adjacent to a shorter
blonde man with a sarcastic smirk on his face. Accompanying them was another,
with curly strawberry-blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, and finally, a vamp
with long dark brown hair and a foreboding disposition. "Malachite, Jedeite,
Zoicite, and Nephlite, this is Serena."
They took her in. Inspected her clothes, face, body (Jedeite's eyes
lingering longer than the rest on her body, much to Endymion's annoyance),
neck, and finally they finished on her teeth, frozen in a nervous
open-mouthed smile.
"Endymion! She's mortal!" came Malachite's cry of surprise.
"Of course."
"Well, well, well," came Jedeite's self-satisfied commentary, "our
Endy lowered himself to a mortal... how... fascinating..."
Endymion growled at Jedeite and backhanded him upside the head.
"Quiet, you. Make sure everyone knows she's to stay untouched. Everyone."
Zoicite raised his eyebrows, "You haven't marked her?"
"Not... properly. But the pendant should be enough to ward most off."
"Ah," Nephlite, apparently feeling left out, added, "Most. Not all."
"Well, that's why I just explicitly told you to warn them all."
A resounding groan of exasperation arose from the table.
Serena simply stood and listened, feeling sort of oppressed as they
all ignored her. 'Marked??' Endymion finally silenced his friends and smiled
warmly at her, caressing her small hand which remained clutched in his.
"Well. Shall we proceed to eat more... privately?"
Her impatience with Endymion's subliminal orders was growing. She
pursed her lips and allowed him to pull her across the room to a dim corner
with a table for two, set so those who dined there were forced to sit next to
each other, and not across.
"What would you like for supper? I suggest the filet mignon."
"Oh, you suggest, do you? Well, Endymion, I do wish you'd stop
suggesting things!" she exploded, her anger overflowing, "You've been dragging
me around ever since you met me, ordering me around with your little
'suggestions', and I'm damned sick of it!"
He stared at her, mouth barely parting, eyebrows raising with her
voice.
"And that's another thing! Stop acting like I'm some stupid child you
have to humour! You want to kiss me like an adult, you'd better fucking
treat me like one! You are insufferable!" With that, Serena abruptly stood up,
her chair being tossed backwards, and stormed (wearily, on the five inch
heels) out of the restaurant, leaving the astonished vampire behind.
Yup... there ya go... once again, please don't criticize me! If you don't
like it, keep it to yourself, I'd rather live in my little bubble of
happiness thinking everyone loves me...
§ylyne.
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
What A Night
Rated: R
Here we go again...
Chapter Four
"Honestly, aren't you even going to leave while I get ready?" Serena
pursed her lips in frustration.
"Should I?" Endymion smiled angelically at her from his position on
the corner of her bed as she proceeded to gather up the shopping bags he had
so unceremoniously deposited on her bed. Gazing down at him, he looked so
boyishly innocent; it somehow amazed her how trusting she could be towards a
vampire who could kill her a matter of seconds. She brushed this thought away,
disliking the sense of uncertainty it sent her. She shook herself out of her
revery.
"Well, yes. I'm not getting dressed until you get out. To the living
room, at the very least."
"Who said anything about getting dressed? As long as you get
undressed, it's fine by me..."
She whirled around. That was another thing. The sexual innuendoes he
had taken up firing at her. He beamed up at her, desire, mischief, and
seduction dancing in his eyes, obviously something he enjoyed. "That's it.
Out." she pointed, annoyedly, at her bedroom door, and he sighed and levered
himself up off the bed and sauntered out to laze on her couch. She groaned in
irritation at the way he looked, like a model, prepared and positioned,
awaiting a photographer to start shooting.
"Don't worry, honey, I'll give you a real reason to groan tonight..."
he called to her, laughing silently as her cheeks flushed a scorching red and
turned on her heel to stomp back into her room.
Endymion lounged casually in Serena's living room, head pillowed on
a gold tassled cushion. Her taste in decor was actually quite remarkable,
dramatic blacks and burgundys, with golden-framed mirrors and paintings,
sconces, and pillows, deep, powerful colours that held mystery in the very
design. He grinned. It resembled his apartment.
He heard her approach her door, and take a breath, and readied
himself. She swung the heavy oak door open and stood there, like a mannequin
on display for him. Thick golden hair hung in soft curls on her shoulders,
held back by silver clips, and the black dress he had given her fit like a
second, velvety skin, and he wondered how she could be possibly wearing the
negligee beneath. On her feet were black stilletto heels, long straps
twisting and wrapping around killer legs. A silver-and-black velvet torque
was wrapped around her slim throat, framing a silver, diamond-studded moon,
and her make-up was simple, silver-gold eyeshadow, blood red lipstick and a
hint of blush to improve her naturally too-pale cheeks.
He gaped. That was the only word that could possibly describe his
expression of astonishment. A wicked look appeared on his face and he moved
from the couch to Serena faster than he could imagine, arms somehow coiled
around her body, pressing her firmly against him. His nose touched hers, and
her eyes widened incredulously as he tilted his head and whispered into her
ear,
"I want you."
Serena looked shocked and lifted delicate hands to press lightly
against his chest, pushing him away slowly. "Endymion. Don't..." she warned,
but she could already see his eyes focussing in on her lips, as he dipped his
head so his mouth captured hers. She closed her eyes and allowed him to
continue kissing her, without response for several seconds before breaking
away, "Alright, let's go."
He stared at her, irate at her indifference. Roughly, he took her arm
in his and they proceeded towards the door, Endymion's now fowl mood hovering
over them like a raincloud. It infuriated him that he could want her so much
and she could feel such apathy toward him. Serena sighed and turned him to
face her, reaching up and pulling his head down for a soft kiss. "Happy now?"
He practically glowed. "You want me." (a.n: I debated adding a little
:) at the end of that sentence, but decided that showed just how much of a
techie geek I am...) She laughed and they headed downstairs.
His full lips curved into a smile at her astonishment as his sleek,
black Jaguar sped down the strip and screeched to the halt in front of The
Pulse, and then an even broader smile as she simply stared at the glowing
violet letters spelling out the club's name. Several valets rushed toward
Endymion's car, with cries of "Sir! Let me get the door for you, sir!" "That
won't be necessary sir, we'll take care of everything!" as if people had
been waiting their lives for him to arrive.
Endymion wrapped a possessive arm around Serena's slim shoulders,
eyes warning off the plethora of males who had immediately taken notice of
her. He breathed into her ear, lips touching her earlobe, "I almost regret buying that outfit for you..." and then glanced down at her lace-covered body, "but then again... maybe not."
Crushed against him, Serena opened her mouth and then closed it again,
feeling revealed, and well, almost naked under his determined eyes.
"Come. Let's meet people." He led her up onto the restaurant platform
and quickly found a table, taken up by four men whose appearances were near
equal to Endymion's. A tall platinum-haired vampire sat adjacent to a shorter
blonde man with a sarcastic smirk on his face. Accompanying them was another,
with curly strawberry-blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, and finally, a vamp
with long dark brown hair and a foreboding disposition. "Malachite, Jedeite,
Zoicite, and Nephlite, this is Serena."
They took her in. Inspected her clothes, face, body (Jedeite's eyes
lingering longer than the rest on her body, much to Endymion's annoyance),
neck, and finally they finished on her teeth, frozen in a nervous
open-mouthed smile.
"Endymion! She's mortal!" came Malachite's cry of surprise.
"Of course."
"Well, well, well," came Jedeite's self-satisfied commentary, "our
Endy lowered himself to a mortal... how... fascinating..."
Endymion growled at Jedeite and backhanded him upside the head.
"Quiet, you. Make sure everyone knows she's to stay untouched. Everyone."
Zoicite raised his eyebrows, "You haven't marked her?"
"Not... properly. But the pendant should be enough to ward most off."
"Ah," Nephlite, apparently feeling left out, added, "Most. Not all."
"Well, that's why I just explicitly told you to warn them all."
A resounding groan of exasperation arose from the table.
Serena simply stood and listened, feeling sort of oppressed as they
all ignored her. 'Marked??' Endymion finally silenced his friends and smiled
warmly at her, caressing her small hand which remained clutched in his.
"Well. Shall we proceed to eat more... privately?"
Her impatience with Endymion's subliminal orders was growing. She
pursed her lips and allowed him to pull her across the room to a dim corner
with a table for two, set so those who dined there were forced to sit next to
each other, and not across.
"What would you like for supper? I suggest the filet mignon."
"Oh, you suggest, do you? Well, Endymion, I do wish you'd stop
suggesting things!" she exploded, her anger overflowing, "You've been dragging
me around ever since you met me, ordering me around with your little
'suggestions', and I'm damned sick of it!"
He stared at her, mouth barely parting, eyebrows raising with her
voice.
"And that's another thing! Stop acting like I'm some stupid child you
have to humour! You want to kiss me like an adult, you'd better fucking
treat me like one! You are insufferable!" With that, Serena abruptly stood up,
her chair being tossed backwards, and stormed (wearily, on the five inch
heels) out of the restaurant, leaving the astonished vampire behind.
Yup... there ya go... once again, please don't criticize me! If you don't
like it, keep it to yourself, I'd rather live in my little bubble of
happiness thinking everyone loves me...
§ylyne.
silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com