THE DARK SIDE:
She'd been missing for over a week, before returning back to us. Her scent told her whereabouts, William had to be restrained and eventually detained. I was glad that she was unharmed, a little jealous but still happy to see her. "You must forgive William, he can be..."
"Psychotic?"
"Just a little possessive."
"Just a little...?"
William turned her for all the wrong reasons, and now he's paying the cost. The women find him irresistible, a dashing deviant... but this one, she seems to be immune to his charms. I've never seen him so enamored. "It's an infatuation nothing more, his new plaything... which I will not be." She says, anger distorting her lovely features. Surrounded by our peers, they make no attempt at discretion, watching us openly. The stray curls at the nape of her neck call to me, begging me to touch their dark brown silkyness. Her knowing look says it all. "Coward."
"What?"
"I called you a coward, you're worried about what William would think, say, or is it do? I didn't know that you were afraid of him." What has brought about this brazenness? "His inability to keep his hands to himself, she states angrily. William was restrained but managed to get loose, and serve her a slap that would have broken a human's neck. "I'm tired of this humdrum existence."
"You haven't lived this existence that long."
"Exactly and i'm tired of it already... walking these halls day in day out, is there nothing else to do besides attend parties?"
"Wasn't that your life before?
A vase flies past my head, shattering upon making contact with the floor. "I want more!" The crescendo of whispers come to an immediate halt, when I raise my hand to gently finger her curls. I'm attracted to her aggressive nature. "Let me show you."
The whole estate's dark, my senses high I can see the twelve or so vampirics scattered around the room. She hasn't fed and the scent of the human pets, has quickened her breathing. " I'm sorry, I should have warned you, nothing is taboo here. Stopping a servant on her way past us, she's more than willing to offer her arm to us.
The Arrington estate's a known smorgasbord of wickedness, and I'm a regular patron. Her bite's strong causing the servant to gasp in pain, her eyes round as saucers. "Gently..." I admonish. Lord Arrington won't take too kindly to his servants being rough handled. He'd been exposed to us a few years ago, and after my direct order that no one was to turn him, he decided to entertain us. His way of keeping a direct link to our kind, in the hopes that I would change my mind. He's an evil sort, imagine what he would be like as one of us, I'd have to end him. "That's enough." I say, removing the servant's arm from her grasp. She's not what one would imagine, high off of the blood lust, she goes for my neck, and im quick to stop her.
"You just fed..."
"You know what I want." Her whisper's low, so much so that I have to strain to actually hear her words. "What you ask for cannot be given."
"Will not be given..." She says, tightly.
Her breathing's accelerated, she's momentarily frightened and then aware of the issue. The servant's have an unlimited supply of drugs at their disposal, and she's ingested a hefty amount of it. A small amount has trickled down her chin and I test it, cocaine. My tongue slowly moving up to her lips, I taste her. She lets me have my way, pulling her to me.
Once again, she tries and fails... I'm expecting her anger, but I get a small smile instead. "Come and find me when, you're ready to leave."
Smiling teasingly, she disappears up the stairs. It's obvious that I'm not going to get what I want, unless I give her what she wants.
Reluctantly I go in search of my pet, and enter the room where I know that she'll be. There's various bodies entwined on the floor, and the wall in multiple positions. Hazarding a glance at the ceiling, I have to laugh at the silliness of it all.
"David..."
Jacqueline, my favorite flavor at Arrington's. Her arms going around my neck, her lips tasting of Brandy, my thoughts are of Dhalia.
She'll have to do...