Night 2 Sands & Victoria continues
Victoria: I stand back for a moment and watch Sands work his magic. He's good; you can tell he enjoys his work. The girl is totally enthralled with him. Slowly I come up behind the boy. He has lovely dark skin. "Forget about her," I say seductively.
"Who the hell are!" he stops his angry sentence mid -way when he sees me. His mouth falls open. I extend my hand to him. The fur slips from my shoulder. I run my hand down the side of my neck and it comes to rest upon the diamond hanging between my breasts. His eyes are fixated to the sparkling gem. "Come," I command. He walks to me and takes my hand. He's warm and his pulse is racing. He's forgotten about the girl. "You'd like to have me," I state plainly. His hands are quick to explore my body. His lips find my neck. I tilt my head back and run my fingers through his thick locks. He has a nice body, but he's not my type. I look over his shoulder to see Sands; he's already feasting. The girl appears to be dead already. My fingers tighten in the young man's hair and I pull back, hard. Lift his head.
"Oh! You like it rough, do you?" he smiles.
"You have no idea," I plunge my teeth into his neck. He moans with pleasure, just rough foreplay to him. Oh, . . he tastes good. I can feel his heartbeat. I loose myself for a moment in the pleasure of the act and am caught off guard. His weight falls against me and in these heels I stumble. My fur hits the ground. I catch him and steady myself. I drink deeper, his body convulses in my arms. He's strong and he grabs for my arms. A low growl emanates from my throat as his heartbeat becomes slower and slower. He's dead now. I drop his body. He hits the ground with a thud. My small pink tongue follows the line of my lips, collecting the last drops of his sweet blood. A lock of my hair has come loose and the long curl hangs across the side of my face coquettishly covering one eye. I look up to see if Sands is finished. I smile exposing my glistening white fangs.
Sands : I watch the final act with Victoria and her kill. I'm buzzing with excitement. She has such a beautiful mouth, I want to taste it. I walk up to her, smiling and as I get close enough to touch her, I make a purring sound, sort I learned watching French movies. It's hard not to laugh when I feel this high and turned on.
Victoria : I can smell the kill on his body. It's exquisite. I smile seductively at him and look up at him through my loosened hair. I giggle joyously and step over the young mans body until I am just about touching Sands.
Sands : The scent of the kill is heady. I'm glad I can see again. I reach forward with just my mouth and nibble her bottom lip, making a low throaty sound of satisfaction. "Want to play?"
Victoria : "Play?" I question as I circle around him. "What did you have in mind?" I ask. He has nice lips.
Sands : "I have a place nearby. We can play there." I let her circle. It's more fun to play the dangerous games. "What kind of games do you like miss Southern Comfort?"
Victoria : I snicker. He's crude but it's refreshing. I play the innocent. "I don't know. It's been a long time." I move his hair with my hand softly and whisper in his ear. "You smell wonderful." My lips hovering above his lobe.
Sands : I love what she's doing to me. I know I must look like a cat with too much catnip. "Want to taste?"
Victoria : I prick his ear lobe and run my tongue across the tiny wound. I slowly close my lips around his flesh and suck. A shiver runs through my body.
Sands : Fuck, she's good. What she's doing feels so good. I turn my head and lick her throat, her chin, scrapping the skin lightly with my teeth. It's getting more difficult not putting my hands on her body. I want to touch her, feel her. Am I going to fast? I smile and slip one hand behind her head, holding her mouth against me. My body wants to move against her, pressing into her softness. "I want dessert."
Victoria : "Dessert?" I peel my lips from his lobe. He's holding me to him, my breath caressing his skin. It's getting hard to control myself. I haven't done this in such a long time. I put the weight of my head into his hand, pulling against his strong grip.
Sands : I move my mouth to hers and holding her head, capturing her in a deep kiss. She presses more firmly against me. My free hand reaches around to press against the swelling of her buttocks. My head is screaming at me that it's dangerous here. There's two dead bodies and frequent patrols, but my body is enjoying this. I may have to kill a patrolman tonight. Not the first time.
We should go.
I can't move.
She tastes of champagne and blood, an erotic blend that fuels my desire. I press my leg between hers.
Victoria : As our lips part I utter, "Not here." I pull away running my hand down his thigh. I crouch down and lift my fur from the ground. I tug and the dead boy's head hits the ground with a thump. I slide my way back up letting my fingers trail. I take a step back, putting space between our two bodies.
We both snap our heads to the side. Voices! Someone's coming! My eyes widen, I haven't hidden the body! "Tomorrow." I step away. "Meet me tomorrow at the Metropolitan Museum or Art. There's a showing of Klee's work." I'm stepping back with each word I speak. I hope he comes. I slip away into the shadows, wanting more.
Sands : I follow her. Klee my ass. No fucking way I'm letting her go now. We pass with supernatural speed through the trees and shadows. I catch up to her and grab her hand, spinning her around, pulling her against me, holding her with my other hand.
"You can't run away from me. I believe in finishing what I start." I smile to soften my words. "I thought we were having fun."
Victoria : He's strong. I might have bitten off more than I can chew. I arch my eyebrow at his challenge; then I smile. I kiss him hard on the lips and press my body again him. "You followed me? "
Sands : How observant. "You knew I would."
Victoria : "You don't give up do you?" I purr in response.
Sands : "I'm known for being stubbornly insistent," I admit, remembering how I managed to stay conscious until I shot Ajedrez out of pure cussed stubbornness.
Victoria : "Yes, I see that." I pause running my hands across his chest. "But can you be patient?" I narrow my eyes and look at him intently.
Sands : I consider her question, looking up and trying to picture myself being patient. "Not tonight."
Victoria : "Well then, you'll have to catch me!" I push him backwards; hard. It catches him off guard and I take off through the trees. If I escape I may never see him again, then again I might.
Sands : She must think I'm a wimp. I dash after her. My age gives me much more speed than she can manage, especially in those heels. I get around and come at her from in front. She tries to doge to the side. I grab her. Spin her around. Press her up against a tree trunk with the length of my body. "I win."
Before she can hit me, I put my mouth to her neck, her ear, nibbling, but not drawing blood. She tastes so good. I kiss her ear, her jaw, the pulse at her throat. I feel a low growl fighting to escape the back of my throat.
Victoria : He presses me up against a tree. His lips are all over me. I moan in pleasure. I'm caught!
He slams me up against a nearby tree! His lips are all over my neck, my throat! I moan in pleasure. He holds me tightly and I can barely move due to the force of his grip. I feel the bulge between his legs pressed up and against my body. I move my hips into him and twist beneath him.
He's dangerous. I know that now. The way he has chased me down like I am his prey. Perhaps I am this evening. He makes me hot; reckless. Not at all like myself. I stop fighting him and relax my body. I am able to pull one of my wrists free and I entangle my fingers in his hair. I pull his head back and run my rough tongue up his throat to his chin. There's a wild look in his eyes and I'm sure it is reflected in my own. "Take me to your place," I whisper.
Sands : I hear her words, "Take me to your place," come out in a husky whisper, yet I feel she's still afraid. Smart. Maybe I can make this easier on both of us.
"There's a clan house. I don't socialize much." I pull back enough to meet her heavily lidded gaze. "We could go there if you'd feel more.secure." Of course, security can be an illusion, too. I half smile as I gaze into those wonderful green orbs, reminding myself that I was blind less than a year ago. Eyeless. A freak. Well, more of a freak, anyway. She is silent a moment before speaking.
Victoria : I gaze deeply into his eyes. The two off us firmly hold onto each other. "No, I'd rather not." I pause for a moment staring into his dark eyes. So dark. "Not like this."
I cast my eyes downward to the ground beneath our feet and then bring them quickly back to his own. "You've ruined my dress." I half smile at him. His eyes look toward the hem of my gown. It's in shreds. There are pieces of the garment scattered all over Central Park by now. Oh well, I never really liked this dress anyway. I stretch a leg out for Sands to better view. I bare a few deep scratches across my legs, places where shrubs and branches snagged my flesh as I tried to elude my pursuer. Blood slowly drips from one of the gashes.
"This is no way to make an appearance at clan," I say disapprovingly. "Appearance is everything."
Sands: I am mesmerized by the gash in her leg. Blood is always more fun. Not here? Fuck it. When I get done with her, she will do it here.
I kneel down, taking her leg in my hand, and I run my tongue along the longest red line, tasting her, licking her blood lightly. My mouth grows hot. I open it, putting it onto the wounds. I want to bite, but I hold back. Sucking is good. Hell, she tastes so fucking fine. She smells like sex and expensive perfume. I have to wonder if she's wearing underwear with her oh-so-fashionable dress.
I run my tongue further up her leg, pushing the fabric of her clothes up and away. My hand slips beneath her skirt and strokes up the inside of her thigh. She isn't stopping me.
She makes a little sound and I pause to look up at her. I like the view from down here. I think about her words. It was the last thing I would ever think of - fucking appearances. I'm glad she doesn't want to go to the clan house. Some goddamn prick might explain to her that she's with psychovamp and spoil all my fun. Obviously she hasn't heard the stories about me. That's just peachy with me.
There was a time when the clan house meant safety. Now it's just a base to pick up killers for a hunt. I stay away most of the time. The really old vamps live there, too important to hunt for themselves anymore. They get it to go. They have the freshly turned vamps waiting on them, serving them, toadies all. What kind of crappy existence is that?
The only ones in the clan house worth even spending time with are the guardians and the historians. The guardians are the ones who create the new weapons and protect the clan from enemy clans. Francisco Esperanza runs the guardians now. He has my cell number and calls me when things get a little hot. Not much heat in New York on Halloween, though. The Weres have gone into hiding after the massacre last night.
I love seeing everything fall into place.
The historians keep records of our lives, research the those vamps who came before. If they figured out who was the first, they sure the fuck haven't told the rest of us. Our creation is a big mystery. Francisco thinks we're mutants. I don't think you become a mutant; you're born one. We have to die first to become vamps. Not mutants. No.
Which brings my attention up to the lovely Victoria and the underwear question. My fingers continue the warm trip upwards, my mouth is following more slowly.
Victoria : He's kneeling at my feet. I could run. I should run. But I don't.
It's the night. The fog is rolling in and winter's chill is in the air. There are only a few stars out tonight and the world seems very dark and cold. But inside I'm on fire! I like the feeling of him touching my body. He's licking my wounds. He could bite me right here, but he's waiting for permission to do so. Pure ecstasy!
I lean heavily against the tree, my nails tearing at the bark. "You make me reckless," I admit breathlessly my lids half closed. I want to take him right now, although I would prefer the comfort of satin sheets and a hot shower to the debris of the park floor. "Are you going to take me to your place?" I ask as I lean over and run a well manicured finger across his soft lips. "Or are you just going to take me?" I feel his grip tighten ever so slightly as the words drip from my tongue.
Sands : Fucking hell. She's like honey. I know she doesn't want it here. Time to make nice.
I slowly stand, my gaze locked with hers. Raw lightning fills the space between us, buzzing up my spine, tingling on my lips where I still taste her. I touch the corner with my tongue. I have a boner hard enough to break granite because of her smell, her taste, and that seductive look.
"Yeah. If you prefer civilized, we can do it that way." I swallow hard, hold out my hand. "No more running tonight. Not from me, anyway." Her lips are full and I want to kiss her again, but I can only take so much. Must be fucking controlled. Must not scare this smooth beauty away. "Besides," I tell her, smiling through the words. "I have walls in my place much more comfortable than the trunk of a tree."
Victoria: I laugh as his boldness. I place my hand in his out stretched palm. "Civilized, I always prefer civilized. At least in some things."
Sands : That makes me think. There was a time. That was long ago. I take her hand, weave it through my arm, and we start walking. "There's more fun in uncivilized," I finally say. "I don't like other people writing the rules for me." I look at her profile. She's confident in her beauty, her poise. I have to wonder if this American vampire knows her history. "We haven't talked about our sires or dams." I feel the slightest stiffening in her. "We don't have to. We don't have to talk at all, if you don't want to.
Victoria: "No, talking is good." I don't speak for a while thinking about my sire has unpleasant memories attached. "Rules can be very important, they can provide a certain amount of protection. But then again if I had followed the rules that governed the society of my day, I would not be walking through the park this night with such a handsome, exciting and dangerous suitor." I turn my head and a sly smile slowly appears.
Sands : I haven't heard the term 'suitor' for at least a century, and I have to smile. She's an interesting mixture of modern and Old Southern. Well, she's got me pegged when she says 'dangerous.' No shit. Not to her, though. "You'd fit right in with the people who live at the clan house. I'm surprised you haven't been there."
I look up. No others of our kind are anywhere nearby right now, but not terribly far away I sense something strange. It will have to wait until another night. My apartment is just across the street from the park and we've come to the sidewalk already.
"So tell me about him. Or her." I raise a questioning brow. "Who is responsible for preserving your ever lasting beauty?"
Victoria: I snort at his complement. A mixture of flattery and disgust. "A Scotsman, if you can you believe that."
We're out of the park already and the concrete clicks beneath my heals. "I was enchanted at the time, mostly because he was so irksome to my brothers. I was after all their little angel." I give Sands one of my more innocent expressions. "It took me nearly a hundred years to get away from that prick." I place my other hand against his arm. "Please excuse the language, but is the only word that will suffice. Connor McCloud killed my father and two of my brothers. And once I was turned he treated me quite poorly. If I saw him today I would kill him on sight." A darkness flashes behind my eyes.
Sands : Okay, she must think I'm a moron. Connor McCloud. Sounds too much like that "Highlander" movie. Or maybe the writer of the movie knew the real person. Best to reserve judgment. There are stranger things in life and undeath.
We walk across the street at human speed, with the light, following the rules. "Okay, returning to the rules," I say, "That's the big no-no. We're hunted down and exterminated if we kill those who made us." I look at her. "Surely you knew that." How far down south did she live?
Victoria: "I know." I cast my eyes downward for a moment, "but I though you were the one who said you didn't like people writing the rules for you." I look back up at him with my big green eyes. There are some things that cannot be hidden, sorrow is one. Even our kind feel, it's just very different from the way we do in human form. "But my people, believe. . ." I pause again. "Believed in a certain type of justice, about handling problems themselves." I look up at the building before us. Better than I expected. "You don't believe me do you?" I ask. He has a very skeptical look.
Sands: I can't help but smile. "Does it matter?" She starts to reply, I hold up a hand. "You can be the Queen of Harlem for all it matters. It's just that, Conner McLaud is a character from a movie, well more than one movie, actually. Hasn't anyone told you?"
Victoria: I blink in surprise. "No!" A smile spreads across my face. "Really, a movie?" I touch the side of my face with the back of my hand and then tuck the loose stand of hair behind my ear. "And it does matter to me if you believe me or not. All a person has in life is their honor." I look into his dark eyes. Surely he must understand that.
Sands: Okay, is she fucking with me or what? Honor? Crap, another archaic word. She's full of them tonight. A trip down memory lane. "Yeah, whatever," I say as we head up the steps to my front door. The doorman, Julio, opens for me with a bright "Good evening, Mr. Sands." I nod back at him. He's done me enough favors to expect a big cash bonus every holiday season. He knows how to keep a secret, too. Not that sharing a little blood didn't help make him more interested in my welfare.
The spanking new elevator has stainless steel doors that whoosh open almost silently. I usher miss lovely to the elevator. She's looking around, I expect she's check for escape routes. The place is elegant and speaks of money. I gesture for her to proceed me, then push the button for the penthouse. No use having ill-gotten gains if you can't use them.
It takes a key to get past the miniscule foyer on my floor, then we're inside the safety of my home and I lock the door behind her.
We're on the bottom floor inside my apartment. It's all done in black marble with thick carpets, stainless steel and leather, frosted glass and floor to ceiling windows. There is a staircase to our right going up to the bedroom.
After taking off my coat, I reach to remove her fur. "I don't think you'll need fur in here," I joke. Like we need coats. Her eyes have fastened onto one of my paintings. She goes closer to study it.
Victoria: It disappoints me that he is so flippant, he's jaded. It's hard not to become cynical, especially when you've lived for a couple hundred years. This is why I don't socialize too much. The younger vamps in particular leave me feeling empty.
His doorman is looking at me, a little too closely. I narrow my eyes at him and he turns his head. Does he know what we are? I think he knows something. That I don't like. But perhaps it is because Sands brings so many women to his place. He strikes me as the type who likes variety. Everything is new and speaks of money. Quietly I look around carefully, checking for exits, looking for weakness. His apartment is very nice. I smile in approval.
He has art, very interesting pieces. "Did you choose this?" I ask politely.
Sands : "No, I painted it." I walk up behind her and put my hands very lightly on her waist.
Victoria: I settle into his touch resting my back against him. I think I can trust him. I am usually a fairly good judge of our kind. "Really? I'm impressed. It's very good. What do you call it?" I'm curious about his artist side of my new acquaintance.
Sands : "Old. I have changed my style. I did this back when Gainsborough was setting styles." I tighten my grip every so slightly and move my mouth against the back of her neck. She's got one of those long necks, we used to call them swan-like. It tastes as good as the rest of her.
Victoria: "I loved Gainsborough." I keep talking, although he makes it hard to carry on a conversation. But I want to keep talking because when I finally give in there will be no intelligent utterances until dawn. "I loved the way his work flowed, and how he could make even the warmest subject cold in appearance like us." I roll my neck forward inviting him to continue. "Do you have any of your current work about?" I touch his thighs with the palms of my hands.
Sands :
Her words bring me to a jarring halt. Cold? She thinks he makes things look cold? "He makes things look cold?" I voice my thoughts out loud. Fuck, that's dangerous. I must have been just too stung by her words. I always found old Thomas' work warm and overly cheery.
Victoria: "Yes, like those children he did. Pinky for instance. The colors are all rose and soft. But it's false. Her skin is hard like porcelain. Just look at the eyes." I run my hands around to his back side in a caress.
Sands : That explains it. "She was one of us." I put my hand over hers. "Someone turned her too young. She was a real bitch, though. I heard she died back in the blitzkrieg." I wonder why we're talking when here we are, ready to really have some fun. I press myself along her entire backside, moving my hands to her hips. "No more art history." I want to turn her around, throw her to ground and get to it. What's holding me back? Perhaps it's the way she lowers her head and casts me a seductive sideways glance with those gleaming green eyes of hers.
I spin her around until we meet eye to eye, then reassert myself, pressing the length of my body against her.
Victoria: I expel a startled breath. He's . . . I wrap my arms around his firm body. Parts of him are extremely firm. I smile seductively. He must know what am I thinking. The palms of my hands move down his back and I lean in to kiss those sinful lips.
Sands : Now we're talking. No more talk, actually. Her kiss is possessive. Who is seducing whom here? Doesn't matter. She bites my bottom lip and sucks it, then covers my mouth with hers, moving her body against mine. I'm already aching, I'm so fucking hard. I pull back just long enough to yank my turtleneck off. Okay, time to undress, my green eyed lovely. My hair is in my eyes, so I take time to shove it back, which reminds me; those pins in her hair will have to go. I reach for her head, my eyes on her hair, and I begin to search for them with my fingers as my mouth returns to hers.
Victoria: He's so eager! Now his true color show. He has a lovely body and I want to feel it against mine. Flesh to flesh. I slip out of my heels and loose 2 and a half inches in the process. I lift my chin to reach his hungry lips, which devour me. "I'll do the hair." My hands go to my head and remove the pins effortlessly. "You take care of the dress," I say between kiss.
Instantly my hair tumbles free and covers my shoulders. He'll be surprised to find I'm not wearing any underwear. Who could with some of these modern fashions? Once my hair is free my fingers head for the waistband of his pants.
Sands : "Shoes," I say, and take the time to get my boots off. For some reason, pants are made too small to go over shoes most of the time. At least these jeans are.
That done, I refocus on her dress. It seems to be a sort of halter, fastened at the neck. One pull should take care of that. It cascades down around her hips, and the sight of her breasts causes me to press my hands to cup them, to bend down and taste them. I feel her fingers in my hair. This seems to be going well.
Victoria: He suckles my breast and it's all I can do to stay in control and not go completely wild. But then again maybe I should. He probably really likes that in his lovers. He's so well versed in seduction, he gets a lot of practice. His silky hair slips between my fingers and I gently tug on his dark locks. I want his pants off. His boots lay cast aside. He stands reluctantly pulling himself away from my breasts. I tuck my fingers into his waist band and slide his pants down to the floor. Before standing myself I run my tongue along the length of one of his well muscled thighs. He moans in pleasure.
Sands: Okay, that's it.
My hands, all on their own, drag her dress down around her ankles, then I pick her up around the waist and carry her backwards to the wall paneled wall. It's pale pine here and smooth. I press her up against it and reach a hand down to lift her right leg. It wraps easily around my hip. All the time, my mouth is on hers. My body eagerly moves into hers and despite the wall, she throws her head back. Bloody hell, she feels so good. We move together now and she makes soft noises of pleasure. I have to taste her. To lick her throat, the space between her breasts. I feel her fingers digging into me as I trust. She's urging me on, her heel pressing against me from behind.
Victoria: Oh God! He's so hard. He'll split me in two! It's been so long since I took a lover by choice and I want all of him in me now! I dig my heel into his back and bury my face in his neck. Tasting his flesh. The smell of his body is overwhelming and I want to taste him. I want to drink and feel his blood between my lips. My fingers claw at his back. "Taste me," I moan and then throw my head back against the wall exposing my slender throat.
Sands: Fuck, she's good. Miss Southern Hospitality, that's who she is. My thoughts evaporate when she says "Taste me." My teeth find her pulse, bite enough to draw blood and I do just that. Her essence floods into me, pounding, needing. I continue to grind into her and she's making the wildest noises. I feel her hands in my hair, pulling. I don't care. Her nails rake my back. It's all good. Even the sounds of our bodies seem to take me higher. I don't know how much longer I can hold back.
Victoria: I inhale quickly as his teeth puncture my flesh. Everything is awash with color and light. All of my senses are heightened as he drinks from me. His skin against my skin. I want to drink from him so that we can truly be joined. If he does not offer soon I may not be able to control my base nature.
Sands : I'm about to explode. The friction. The heat. The scent. The goddamn sounds. Her taste. Why isn't she biting me? Oh, I forgot. She's the lady. Ever the lady.
I toss my head, sending the hair out of the way, and look at her. It's very sexy in here. I raise my chin. Okay, lady, here's your invitation. Better take it quick before it's over.
Victoria: Finally, he offers. My eyes flash, I bite hard and drink deeply! I can't control myself at first. The rush of his blood as it trickle down my throat. I can feel our blood pounding together now in unison. I want to scream out with pleasure, but all I can manage is a moan because I don't want to let go! He's pumping even harder now. And I respond with equal force.
Sands: She bites and I see the beauty of darkness. Stars shooting. Galaxies exploding in light. I can't tell if my eyes are open or closed. She's really drinking hard. I gasp. She moves her body more frantically and the bliss of the blood sharing mingles with sex and I climax with such force, it feels like I'm emptying my entire body into her. I jerk against her, mouth open, unable to do more than hold her against the fucking wall.
Victoria: He climaxes with such intensity I stop biting! I throw my head against the wall again harder than ever and I scream out. I can't see anything at this moment, but I feel everything from the throbbing of his essence as it enters my body. It mimics the pulsing of our blood as it flows between us. I'm breathing so hard and a quietness settles between us and fills the room. I want more! I run a hand through my hair to uncover my eyes and then I kiss the side of his neck gently.
Sands : I exhale, glad that I can. "Better than the tree?" I ask, smiling into those sexy green eyes.
Victoria: "Still as hard, but much smoother," I tease. "Want to do it again, in perhaps another location or position?" I ask hopping he's up to the task. I slide my leg down the side of his body.
Sands: At first I wonder if she's talking about me or the wall. "I've got several locations. We may have to try all of them."
Victoria: I smile. "Good answer," I reply. "I have a lot more tricks I would like to show you." If I could blush I would. That wasn't a very lady like thing to say. But I can tell the prospect excites him so I don't care.
Sands: "I love a woman with imagination," I tell her. I'm still plastered to her, our mouths only millimeters apart. "Where do you want to start?"
Victoria : "It's your home, you chose . I am after all your guest." I close the gap between our lips and kiss him slowly and deeply.
Victoria: I stand back for a moment and watch Sands work his magic. He's good; you can tell he enjoys his work. The girl is totally enthralled with him. Slowly I come up behind the boy. He has lovely dark skin. "Forget about her," I say seductively.
"Who the hell are!" he stops his angry sentence mid -way when he sees me. His mouth falls open. I extend my hand to him. The fur slips from my shoulder. I run my hand down the side of my neck and it comes to rest upon the diamond hanging between my breasts. His eyes are fixated to the sparkling gem. "Come," I command. He walks to me and takes my hand. He's warm and his pulse is racing. He's forgotten about the girl. "You'd like to have me," I state plainly. His hands are quick to explore my body. His lips find my neck. I tilt my head back and run my fingers through his thick locks. He has a nice body, but he's not my type. I look over his shoulder to see Sands; he's already feasting. The girl appears to be dead already. My fingers tighten in the young man's hair and I pull back, hard. Lift his head.
"Oh! You like it rough, do you?" he smiles.
"You have no idea," I plunge my teeth into his neck. He moans with pleasure, just rough foreplay to him. Oh, . . he tastes good. I can feel his heartbeat. I loose myself for a moment in the pleasure of the act and am caught off guard. His weight falls against me and in these heels I stumble. My fur hits the ground. I catch him and steady myself. I drink deeper, his body convulses in my arms. He's strong and he grabs for my arms. A low growl emanates from my throat as his heartbeat becomes slower and slower. He's dead now. I drop his body. He hits the ground with a thud. My small pink tongue follows the line of my lips, collecting the last drops of his sweet blood. A lock of my hair has come loose and the long curl hangs across the side of my face coquettishly covering one eye. I look up to see if Sands is finished. I smile exposing my glistening white fangs.
Sands : I watch the final act with Victoria and her kill. I'm buzzing with excitement. She has such a beautiful mouth, I want to taste it. I walk up to her, smiling and as I get close enough to touch her, I make a purring sound, sort I learned watching French movies. It's hard not to laugh when I feel this high and turned on.
Victoria : I can smell the kill on his body. It's exquisite. I smile seductively at him and look up at him through my loosened hair. I giggle joyously and step over the young mans body until I am just about touching Sands.
Sands : The scent of the kill is heady. I'm glad I can see again. I reach forward with just my mouth and nibble her bottom lip, making a low throaty sound of satisfaction. "Want to play?"
Victoria : "Play?" I question as I circle around him. "What did you have in mind?" I ask. He has nice lips.
Sands : "I have a place nearby. We can play there." I let her circle. It's more fun to play the dangerous games. "What kind of games do you like miss Southern Comfort?"
Victoria : I snicker. He's crude but it's refreshing. I play the innocent. "I don't know. It's been a long time." I move his hair with my hand softly and whisper in his ear. "You smell wonderful." My lips hovering above his lobe.
Sands : I love what she's doing to me. I know I must look like a cat with too much catnip. "Want to taste?"
Victoria : I prick his ear lobe and run my tongue across the tiny wound. I slowly close my lips around his flesh and suck. A shiver runs through my body.
Sands : Fuck, she's good. What she's doing feels so good. I turn my head and lick her throat, her chin, scrapping the skin lightly with my teeth. It's getting more difficult not putting my hands on her body. I want to touch her, feel her. Am I going to fast? I smile and slip one hand behind her head, holding her mouth against me. My body wants to move against her, pressing into her softness. "I want dessert."
Victoria : "Dessert?" I peel my lips from his lobe. He's holding me to him, my breath caressing his skin. It's getting hard to control myself. I haven't done this in such a long time. I put the weight of my head into his hand, pulling against his strong grip.
Sands : I move my mouth to hers and holding her head, capturing her in a deep kiss. She presses more firmly against me. My free hand reaches around to press against the swelling of her buttocks. My head is screaming at me that it's dangerous here. There's two dead bodies and frequent patrols, but my body is enjoying this. I may have to kill a patrolman tonight. Not the first time.
We should go.
I can't move.
She tastes of champagne and blood, an erotic blend that fuels my desire. I press my leg between hers.
Victoria : As our lips part I utter, "Not here." I pull away running my hand down his thigh. I crouch down and lift my fur from the ground. I tug and the dead boy's head hits the ground with a thump. I slide my way back up letting my fingers trail. I take a step back, putting space between our two bodies.
We both snap our heads to the side. Voices! Someone's coming! My eyes widen, I haven't hidden the body! "Tomorrow." I step away. "Meet me tomorrow at the Metropolitan Museum or Art. There's a showing of Klee's work." I'm stepping back with each word I speak. I hope he comes. I slip away into the shadows, wanting more.
Sands : I follow her. Klee my ass. No fucking way I'm letting her go now. We pass with supernatural speed through the trees and shadows. I catch up to her and grab her hand, spinning her around, pulling her against me, holding her with my other hand.
"You can't run away from me. I believe in finishing what I start." I smile to soften my words. "I thought we were having fun."
Victoria : He's strong. I might have bitten off more than I can chew. I arch my eyebrow at his challenge; then I smile. I kiss him hard on the lips and press my body again him. "You followed me? "
Sands : How observant. "You knew I would."
Victoria : "You don't give up do you?" I purr in response.
Sands : "I'm known for being stubbornly insistent," I admit, remembering how I managed to stay conscious until I shot Ajedrez out of pure cussed stubbornness.
Victoria : "Yes, I see that." I pause running my hands across his chest. "But can you be patient?" I narrow my eyes and look at him intently.
Sands : I consider her question, looking up and trying to picture myself being patient. "Not tonight."
Victoria : "Well then, you'll have to catch me!" I push him backwards; hard. It catches him off guard and I take off through the trees. If I escape I may never see him again, then again I might.
Sands : She must think I'm a wimp. I dash after her. My age gives me much more speed than she can manage, especially in those heels. I get around and come at her from in front. She tries to doge to the side. I grab her. Spin her around. Press her up against a tree trunk with the length of my body. "I win."
Before she can hit me, I put my mouth to her neck, her ear, nibbling, but not drawing blood. She tastes so good. I kiss her ear, her jaw, the pulse at her throat. I feel a low growl fighting to escape the back of my throat.
Victoria : He presses me up against a tree. His lips are all over me. I moan in pleasure. I'm caught!
He slams me up against a nearby tree! His lips are all over my neck, my throat! I moan in pleasure. He holds me tightly and I can barely move due to the force of his grip. I feel the bulge between his legs pressed up and against my body. I move my hips into him and twist beneath him.
He's dangerous. I know that now. The way he has chased me down like I am his prey. Perhaps I am this evening. He makes me hot; reckless. Not at all like myself. I stop fighting him and relax my body. I am able to pull one of my wrists free and I entangle my fingers in his hair. I pull his head back and run my rough tongue up his throat to his chin. There's a wild look in his eyes and I'm sure it is reflected in my own. "Take me to your place," I whisper.
Sands : I hear her words, "Take me to your place," come out in a husky whisper, yet I feel she's still afraid. Smart. Maybe I can make this easier on both of us.
"There's a clan house. I don't socialize much." I pull back enough to meet her heavily lidded gaze. "We could go there if you'd feel more.secure." Of course, security can be an illusion, too. I half smile as I gaze into those wonderful green orbs, reminding myself that I was blind less than a year ago. Eyeless. A freak. Well, more of a freak, anyway. She is silent a moment before speaking.
Victoria : I gaze deeply into his eyes. The two off us firmly hold onto each other. "No, I'd rather not." I pause for a moment staring into his dark eyes. So dark. "Not like this."
I cast my eyes downward to the ground beneath our feet and then bring them quickly back to his own. "You've ruined my dress." I half smile at him. His eyes look toward the hem of my gown. It's in shreds. There are pieces of the garment scattered all over Central Park by now. Oh well, I never really liked this dress anyway. I stretch a leg out for Sands to better view. I bare a few deep scratches across my legs, places where shrubs and branches snagged my flesh as I tried to elude my pursuer. Blood slowly drips from one of the gashes.
"This is no way to make an appearance at clan," I say disapprovingly. "Appearance is everything."
Sands: I am mesmerized by the gash in her leg. Blood is always more fun. Not here? Fuck it. When I get done with her, she will do it here.
I kneel down, taking her leg in my hand, and I run my tongue along the longest red line, tasting her, licking her blood lightly. My mouth grows hot. I open it, putting it onto the wounds. I want to bite, but I hold back. Sucking is good. Hell, she tastes so fucking fine. She smells like sex and expensive perfume. I have to wonder if she's wearing underwear with her oh-so-fashionable dress.
I run my tongue further up her leg, pushing the fabric of her clothes up and away. My hand slips beneath her skirt and strokes up the inside of her thigh. She isn't stopping me.
She makes a little sound and I pause to look up at her. I like the view from down here. I think about her words. It was the last thing I would ever think of - fucking appearances. I'm glad she doesn't want to go to the clan house. Some goddamn prick might explain to her that she's with psychovamp and spoil all my fun. Obviously she hasn't heard the stories about me. That's just peachy with me.
There was a time when the clan house meant safety. Now it's just a base to pick up killers for a hunt. I stay away most of the time. The really old vamps live there, too important to hunt for themselves anymore. They get it to go. They have the freshly turned vamps waiting on them, serving them, toadies all. What kind of crappy existence is that?
The only ones in the clan house worth even spending time with are the guardians and the historians. The guardians are the ones who create the new weapons and protect the clan from enemy clans. Francisco Esperanza runs the guardians now. He has my cell number and calls me when things get a little hot. Not much heat in New York on Halloween, though. The Weres have gone into hiding after the massacre last night.
I love seeing everything fall into place.
The historians keep records of our lives, research the those vamps who came before. If they figured out who was the first, they sure the fuck haven't told the rest of us. Our creation is a big mystery. Francisco thinks we're mutants. I don't think you become a mutant; you're born one. We have to die first to become vamps. Not mutants. No.
Which brings my attention up to the lovely Victoria and the underwear question. My fingers continue the warm trip upwards, my mouth is following more slowly.
Victoria : He's kneeling at my feet. I could run. I should run. But I don't.
It's the night. The fog is rolling in and winter's chill is in the air. There are only a few stars out tonight and the world seems very dark and cold. But inside I'm on fire! I like the feeling of him touching my body. He's licking my wounds. He could bite me right here, but he's waiting for permission to do so. Pure ecstasy!
I lean heavily against the tree, my nails tearing at the bark. "You make me reckless," I admit breathlessly my lids half closed. I want to take him right now, although I would prefer the comfort of satin sheets and a hot shower to the debris of the park floor. "Are you going to take me to your place?" I ask as I lean over and run a well manicured finger across his soft lips. "Or are you just going to take me?" I feel his grip tighten ever so slightly as the words drip from my tongue.
Sands : Fucking hell. She's like honey. I know she doesn't want it here. Time to make nice.
I slowly stand, my gaze locked with hers. Raw lightning fills the space between us, buzzing up my spine, tingling on my lips where I still taste her. I touch the corner with my tongue. I have a boner hard enough to break granite because of her smell, her taste, and that seductive look.
"Yeah. If you prefer civilized, we can do it that way." I swallow hard, hold out my hand. "No more running tonight. Not from me, anyway." Her lips are full and I want to kiss her again, but I can only take so much. Must be fucking controlled. Must not scare this smooth beauty away. "Besides," I tell her, smiling through the words. "I have walls in my place much more comfortable than the trunk of a tree."
Victoria: I laugh as his boldness. I place my hand in his out stretched palm. "Civilized, I always prefer civilized. At least in some things."
Sands : That makes me think. There was a time. That was long ago. I take her hand, weave it through my arm, and we start walking. "There's more fun in uncivilized," I finally say. "I don't like other people writing the rules for me." I look at her profile. She's confident in her beauty, her poise. I have to wonder if this American vampire knows her history. "We haven't talked about our sires or dams." I feel the slightest stiffening in her. "We don't have to. We don't have to talk at all, if you don't want to.
Victoria: "No, talking is good." I don't speak for a while thinking about my sire has unpleasant memories attached. "Rules can be very important, they can provide a certain amount of protection. But then again if I had followed the rules that governed the society of my day, I would not be walking through the park this night with such a handsome, exciting and dangerous suitor." I turn my head and a sly smile slowly appears.
Sands : I haven't heard the term 'suitor' for at least a century, and I have to smile. She's an interesting mixture of modern and Old Southern. Well, she's got me pegged when she says 'dangerous.' No shit. Not to her, though. "You'd fit right in with the people who live at the clan house. I'm surprised you haven't been there."
I look up. No others of our kind are anywhere nearby right now, but not terribly far away I sense something strange. It will have to wait until another night. My apartment is just across the street from the park and we've come to the sidewalk already.
"So tell me about him. Or her." I raise a questioning brow. "Who is responsible for preserving your ever lasting beauty?"
Victoria: I snort at his complement. A mixture of flattery and disgust. "A Scotsman, if you can you believe that."
We're out of the park already and the concrete clicks beneath my heals. "I was enchanted at the time, mostly because he was so irksome to my brothers. I was after all their little angel." I give Sands one of my more innocent expressions. "It took me nearly a hundred years to get away from that prick." I place my other hand against his arm. "Please excuse the language, but is the only word that will suffice. Connor McCloud killed my father and two of my brothers. And once I was turned he treated me quite poorly. If I saw him today I would kill him on sight." A darkness flashes behind my eyes.
Sands : Okay, she must think I'm a moron. Connor McCloud. Sounds too much like that "Highlander" movie. Or maybe the writer of the movie knew the real person. Best to reserve judgment. There are stranger things in life and undeath.
We walk across the street at human speed, with the light, following the rules. "Okay, returning to the rules," I say, "That's the big no-no. We're hunted down and exterminated if we kill those who made us." I look at her. "Surely you knew that." How far down south did she live?
Victoria: "I know." I cast my eyes downward for a moment, "but I though you were the one who said you didn't like people writing the rules for you." I look back up at him with my big green eyes. There are some things that cannot be hidden, sorrow is one. Even our kind feel, it's just very different from the way we do in human form. "But my people, believe. . ." I pause again. "Believed in a certain type of justice, about handling problems themselves." I look up at the building before us. Better than I expected. "You don't believe me do you?" I ask. He has a very skeptical look.
Sands: I can't help but smile. "Does it matter?" She starts to reply, I hold up a hand. "You can be the Queen of Harlem for all it matters. It's just that, Conner McLaud is a character from a movie, well more than one movie, actually. Hasn't anyone told you?"
Victoria: I blink in surprise. "No!" A smile spreads across my face. "Really, a movie?" I touch the side of my face with the back of my hand and then tuck the loose stand of hair behind my ear. "And it does matter to me if you believe me or not. All a person has in life is their honor." I look into his dark eyes. Surely he must understand that.
Sands: Okay, is she fucking with me or what? Honor? Crap, another archaic word. She's full of them tonight. A trip down memory lane. "Yeah, whatever," I say as we head up the steps to my front door. The doorman, Julio, opens for me with a bright "Good evening, Mr. Sands." I nod back at him. He's done me enough favors to expect a big cash bonus every holiday season. He knows how to keep a secret, too. Not that sharing a little blood didn't help make him more interested in my welfare.
The spanking new elevator has stainless steel doors that whoosh open almost silently. I usher miss lovely to the elevator. She's looking around, I expect she's check for escape routes. The place is elegant and speaks of money. I gesture for her to proceed me, then push the button for the penthouse. No use having ill-gotten gains if you can't use them.
It takes a key to get past the miniscule foyer on my floor, then we're inside the safety of my home and I lock the door behind her.
We're on the bottom floor inside my apartment. It's all done in black marble with thick carpets, stainless steel and leather, frosted glass and floor to ceiling windows. There is a staircase to our right going up to the bedroom.
After taking off my coat, I reach to remove her fur. "I don't think you'll need fur in here," I joke. Like we need coats. Her eyes have fastened onto one of my paintings. She goes closer to study it.
Victoria: It disappoints me that he is so flippant, he's jaded. It's hard not to become cynical, especially when you've lived for a couple hundred years. This is why I don't socialize too much. The younger vamps in particular leave me feeling empty.
His doorman is looking at me, a little too closely. I narrow my eyes at him and he turns his head. Does he know what we are? I think he knows something. That I don't like. But perhaps it is because Sands brings so many women to his place. He strikes me as the type who likes variety. Everything is new and speaks of money. Quietly I look around carefully, checking for exits, looking for weakness. His apartment is very nice. I smile in approval.
He has art, very interesting pieces. "Did you choose this?" I ask politely.
Sands : "No, I painted it." I walk up behind her and put my hands very lightly on her waist.
Victoria: I settle into his touch resting my back against him. I think I can trust him. I am usually a fairly good judge of our kind. "Really? I'm impressed. It's very good. What do you call it?" I'm curious about his artist side of my new acquaintance.
Sands : "Old. I have changed my style. I did this back when Gainsborough was setting styles." I tighten my grip every so slightly and move my mouth against the back of her neck. She's got one of those long necks, we used to call them swan-like. It tastes as good as the rest of her.
Victoria: "I loved Gainsborough." I keep talking, although he makes it hard to carry on a conversation. But I want to keep talking because when I finally give in there will be no intelligent utterances until dawn. "I loved the way his work flowed, and how he could make even the warmest subject cold in appearance like us." I roll my neck forward inviting him to continue. "Do you have any of your current work about?" I touch his thighs with the palms of my hands.
Sands :
Her words bring me to a jarring halt. Cold? She thinks he makes things look cold? "He makes things look cold?" I voice my thoughts out loud. Fuck, that's dangerous. I must have been just too stung by her words. I always found old Thomas' work warm and overly cheery.
Victoria: "Yes, like those children he did. Pinky for instance. The colors are all rose and soft. But it's false. Her skin is hard like porcelain. Just look at the eyes." I run my hands around to his back side in a caress.
Sands : That explains it. "She was one of us." I put my hand over hers. "Someone turned her too young. She was a real bitch, though. I heard she died back in the blitzkrieg." I wonder why we're talking when here we are, ready to really have some fun. I press myself along her entire backside, moving my hands to her hips. "No more art history." I want to turn her around, throw her to ground and get to it. What's holding me back? Perhaps it's the way she lowers her head and casts me a seductive sideways glance with those gleaming green eyes of hers.
I spin her around until we meet eye to eye, then reassert myself, pressing the length of my body against her.
Victoria: I expel a startled breath. He's . . . I wrap my arms around his firm body. Parts of him are extremely firm. I smile seductively. He must know what am I thinking. The palms of my hands move down his back and I lean in to kiss those sinful lips.
Sands : Now we're talking. No more talk, actually. Her kiss is possessive. Who is seducing whom here? Doesn't matter. She bites my bottom lip and sucks it, then covers my mouth with hers, moving her body against mine. I'm already aching, I'm so fucking hard. I pull back just long enough to yank my turtleneck off. Okay, time to undress, my green eyed lovely. My hair is in my eyes, so I take time to shove it back, which reminds me; those pins in her hair will have to go. I reach for her head, my eyes on her hair, and I begin to search for them with my fingers as my mouth returns to hers.
Victoria: He's so eager! Now his true color show. He has a lovely body and I want to feel it against mine. Flesh to flesh. I slip out of my heels and loose 2 and a half inches in the process. I lift my chin to reach his hungry lips, which devour me. "I'll do the hair." My hands go to my head and remove the pins effortlessly. "You take care of the dress," I say between kiss.
Instantly my hair tumbles free and covers my shoulders. He'll be surprised to find I'm not wearing any underwear. Who could with some of these modern fashions? Once my hair is free my fingers head for the waistband of his pants.
Sands : "Shoes," I say, and take the time to get my boots off. For some reason, pants are made too small to go over shoes most of the time. At least these jeans are.
That done, I refocus on her dress. It seems to be a sort of halter, fastened at the neck. One pull should take care of that. It cascades down around her hips, and the sight of her breasts causes me to press my hands to cup them, to bend down and taste them. I feel her fingers in my hair. This seems to be going well.
Victoria: He suckles my breast and it's all I can do to stay in control and not go completely wild. But then again maybe I should. He probably really likes that in his lovers. He's so well versed in seduction, he gets a lot of practice. His silky hair slips between my fingers and I gently tug on his dark locks. I want his pants off. His boots lay cast aside. He stands reluctantly pulling himself away from my breasts. I tuck my fingers into his waist band and slide his pants down to the floor. Before standing myself I run my tongue along the length of one of his well muscled thighs. He moans in pleasure.
Sands: Okay, that's it.
My hands, all on their own, drag her dress down around her ankles, then I pick her up around the waist and carry her backwards to the wall paneled wall. It's pale pine here and smooth. I press her up against it and reach a hand down to lift her right leg. It wraps easily around my hip. All the time, my mouth is on hers. My body eagerly moves into hers and despite the wall, she throws her head back. Bloody hell, she feels so good. We move together now and she makes soft noises of pleasure. I have to taste her. To lick her throat, the space between her breasts. I feel her fingers digging into me as I trust. She's urging me on, her heel pressing against me from behind.
Victoria: Oh God! He's so hard. He'll split me in two! It's been so long since I took a lover by choice and I want all of him in me now! I dig my heel into his back and bury my face in his neck. Tasting his flesh. The smell of his body is overwhelming and I want to taste him. I want to drink and feel his blood between my lips. My fingers claw at his back. "Taste me," I moan and then throw my head back against the wall exposing my slender throat.
Sands: Fuck, she's good. Miss Southern Hospitality, that's who she is. My thoughts evaporate when she says "Taste me." My teeth find her pulse, bite enough to draw blood and I do just that. Her essence floods into me, pounding, needing. I continue to grind into her and she's making the wildest noises. I feel her hands in my hair, pulling. I don't care. Her nails rake my back. It's all good. Even the sounds of our bodies seem to take me higher. I don't know how much longer I can hold back.
Victoria: I inhale quickly as his teeth puncture my flesh. Everything is awash with color and light. All of my senses are heightened as he drinks from me. His skin against my skin. I want to drink from him so that we can truly be joined. If he does not offer soon I may not be able to control my base nature.
Sands : I'm about to explode. The friction. The heat. The scent. The goddamn sounds. Her taste. Why isn't she biting me? Oh, I forgot. She's the lady. Ever the lady.
I toss my head, sending the hair out of the way, and look at her. It's very sexy in here. I raise my chin. Okay, lady, here's your invitation. Better take it quick before it's over.
Victoria: Finally, he offers. My eyes flash, I bite hard and drink deeply! I can't control myself at first. The rush of his blood as it trickle down my throat. I can feel our blood pounding together now in unison. I want to scream out with pleasure, but all I can manage is a moan because I don't want to let go! He's pumping even harder now. And I respond with equal force.
Sands: She bites and I see the beauty of darkness. Stars shooting. Galaxies exploding in light. I can't tell if my eyes are open or closed. She's really drinking hard. I gasp. She moves her body more frantically and the bliss of the blood sharing mingles with sex and I climax with such force, it feels like I'm emptying my entire body into her. I jerk against her, mouth open, unable to do more than hold her against the fucking wall.
Victoria: He climaxes with such intensity I stop biting! I throw my head against the wall again harder than ever and I scream out. I can't see anything at this moment, but I feel everything from the throbbing of his essence as it enters my body. It mimics the pulsing of our blood as it flows between us. I'm breathing so hard and a quietness settles between us and fills the room. I want more! I run a hand through my hair to uncover my eyes and then I kiss the side of his neck gently.
Sands : I exhale, glad that I can. "Better than the tree?" I ask, smiling into those sexy green eyes.
Victoria: "Still as hard, but much smoother," I tease. "Want to do it again, in perhaps another location or position?" I ask hopping he's up to the task. I slide my leg down the side of his body.
Sands: At first I wonder if she's talking about me or the wall. "I've got several locations. We may have to try all of them."
Victoria: I smile. "Good answer," I reply. "I have a lot more tricks I would like to show you." If I could blush I would. That wasn't a very lady like thing to say. But I can tell the prospect excites him so I don't care.
Sands: "I love a woman with imagination," I tell her. I'm still plastered to her, our mouths only millimeters apart. "Where do you want to start?"
Victoria : "It's your home, you chose . I am after all your guest." I close the gap between our lips and kiss him slowly and deeply.