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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 21, 2010 8:53:04 GMT -5
Luka regarded Desiree with a look of aloof suspicion. She seemed so utterly human despite her morbid curiosities; had the same rapid heartbeat and tempting scent as a normal woman; and yet, her lack of fear and choice of words betrayed such humanity. Just what was this alluring creature before him? The vampire very much enjoyed a good game, but one thing he didn’t abide was being made a fool of.
Catching the delicate hand on his chest with an icy palm, the vampire moved with inhuman alacrity as he spun her around and pressed her front against the cold wooden maiden. His voice was dripping with malice as he spoke in her ear. “Don’t toy vith me voman. I grow tired of game. Vat would you do if I...how did you say...made it messy?”
He pressed himself tightly against her, leaning down to run his tongue along the inside of her neck just below her earlobe. “You taste human, but you are not human. Vat kind of creature vod I find if I ripped that pretty skin off face?”
The thrill of the mystery and the promise of violence excited the Russian. He wanted to sink his fangs into her supple skin and make her bleed. He wanted to hear the scream as it hissed between her Cupid’s bow lips. He wanted to wipe that arrogant grin of her perfect visage. There were other things he craved; raw and erotic things, but those were merely foreplay before the real fun.
Luka spun her around to face him, but kept a tight hold on her wrist; flinging open the iron maiden to the reveal blood stain spikes. “Tel me now before I put you in!” He threatened darkly as he shoved her towards the malicious contraption. “It von’t be quick for you, Desiree. I can heal you so that I can make you bleed again and again and again...”
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Post by Desiree "Bet" Benoit on Jan 22, 2010 1:03:28 GMT -5
Bet had been suspicious of Luka’s gentlemanly behavior. Most men were not gentlemen, especially those who were fond of torture. Judging by the blood practically dripping from the room, it seemed these devices were used quite regularly.
Once Luka revealed his true nature, fangs and all, Bet assumed his charming personality was all an act.
No. A performance. Yes, this one was more than an actor. He was a performer, for it was not just his own demeanor that was important. It was the behavior of all those around him, the setting.
But the most important thing about a performance was not the performance, was it? For, what was a delightful show without an audience? Luka had been putting on a show for her, testing her reactions to things. And then had come the big reveal. As the “audience,” Bet’s reaction was of the utmost importance. It was the bolt on which the rest of this conversation would hinge.
Bet was very good at reading people, and she herself was a master of manipulation when it came to men.
Unfortunately, she had not encountered many vampires, and they were not her specialty.
It wasn’t until she found poor Desiree’s delicate ribcage slammed against the maiden that she realized she’d misread this one.
Damn it.
The movement had been so quick, so unexpected, that she’d barely even had time to gasp in surprise. She could feel his cold breath against her face as he spoke.
“Don’t toy with me voman. I grow tired of game. Vat would you do if I…how did you say…made it messy?”
Bet had encountered temperamental personalities, but Luka’s was a horse of an entirely different color, and quite possibly an entirely different breed. Bet winced as she felt his tongue on her neck.
“You taste human, but you are not human. Vat kind of creature vod I find if I ripped that pretty skin off face?”
Bet felt her jaw clamp shut, her teeth clenched so tightly pain throbbed in their roots. Bet was no stranger to violence. She had a high tolerance for pain, and seeing pain in others didn’t bother her. Blood thrilled her under the right circumstances, and she was intimately familiar with many of the devices in this room. There were many things that frustrated or angered Bet, but she’d learned to acquire patience. There were many things she forced herself to tolerate.
Disrespect was not one of them.
In another quick motion Luka whirled Bet around and threw open the iron maiden.
“Tell me now before I put you in!”
Bet stumbled as Luka shoved her in the direction of the device, lined with blood-stained spikes.
“It von’t be quick for you, Desiree. I can heal you so that I can make you bleed again and again and again…”
Being threatened was another thing Bet would not tolerate. As much as the vampire had thrown her, what with his personality changing so drastically so quickly, there were still several things she had working in her favor. The most important one was the element of surprise.
As soon as she’d regained her footing, Bet slammed the palm of her free hand straight into Luka’s nose, sending a blast of energy with it to send him flying backward, her eyes turning completely white. She stumbled forward with him, his hand still clamped around her wrist like a vice until she wrenched it away. She took a breath and let it out in an irritated huff as she glared at him. When she spoke, her voice was much deeper and, though it still resembled a human voice, it wasn’t one. Her words were clear, but the sound coming from her host’s throat was very similar to a growl one would hear from an animal. Her teeth were still clenched and her words were clipped.
“What I am is older than the language that taints your words, vampire. And I do not take kindly to disrespect.”
She took a moment to straighten her dress, keeping her eyes fixed on Luka.
“And I’ve spent more time with many of these devices of yours than you’ve spent in that cold skin. I am no more threatened by the iron maiden than you are by a papercut.”
She’d moved closer to him as she spoke so that she was standing directly in front of him as she finished her statement.
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 25, 2010 10:22:55 GMT -5
Lukas mind was quite literally a tempest of different emotions. The chaotic storm within his mind blew with winds of lust; was washed with torrents of rage, and submerged with maniacal delight. Want of pain and the spilling of blood quiet often ceased the forefront of his control, and though a masculine excitement had also taking hold of him, the former was the one that drove his actions now. Her calm, mysterious demeanor was an unwanted reaction to his frightening visage. He lusted for the bitter smell of fear that usually tickled his nose with the revelation of his true nature. Luka wanted to put her on her knees in terror; instead, her composure was a low blow to his tremendous ego.
When her hand came up to his face and the sharp electrical current surged through her palm and sent him spiraling through the air, one eccentric thought went through his head...
’Now this is more like it...’
Power literally rolled off of her like a tidal wave; the otherworldly energy fairly sparkling around her like an electrical current. Her eyes, once an intense gem-green, were now a stark, eerie white. She was anger incarnate; a beautiful image of supremacy and rage. Luka lay back against the cold floor; a mix of wonder and amusement on his face as Desiree pulled her hand out of his grip and stood over him with a incredulous expression on her altered face.
Letting his mouth fall slack, the Russian released a quiet gurgle of admiration as his eyes swept over her commanding form and then finally fell on her unnatural colorless glare. “Truly stunning...” The vampire commented calmly and then shook his head as he propped himself up on his elbows and then calmly crossed his legs at the ankles; a comfortable position that belied the threat that was radiating from her.
“A demon; I vod have never guessed.” Luka said with a charming smile, and an uplift of his brow. “You must forgive my contempt, Desiree; had I known that your impassiveness was because of your sovereignty, I vod have never tried to scare the truth out of you...”
Which was a lie. Though it was probable the demon was much much more powerful than he, Luka wasn’t so easily shaken. As twisted and unbalanced as his mind worked, he was liable to laugh at the face of God if it had been the deity standing over him.
“Can you ever excuse Luka?”
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Post by Desiree "Bet" Benoit on Jan 26, 2010 16:25:13 GMT -5
Bet glared down at the vampire sprawled on the floor in front of her. She’d caught him by surprise all right, if his expression was any indication. Bet had been putting on an act of her own, though she’d let a bit of her own personality come through it. When she wasn’t exercising some form of restraint over herself, she could be quite bipolar and aggressive – a side of her Luka had just been introduced to.
“Truly stunning…” Luka said before propping himself up.
Bet wrinkled her brows slightly at how comfortable he seemed, since she’d probably just broken his nose or something of the like. Not to mention she’d probably bruised his ego a bit by over-powering him. She was prepared for some sort of retaliation from the handsome creature before her.
“A demon; I vod have never guessed,” he continued. “You must forgive my contempt, Desiree; had I known that your impassiveness was because of your sovereignty, I vod have never tried to scare the truth out of you…”
Bet narrowed her eyes at him. He was a peculiar being, this one. One just as likely to shower someone with affection as he was to toss her into one of the ghastly devices placed throughout the room. He was difficult to read, and that perturbed her a bit.
“Can you ever excuse Luka?”
Bet folded her arms across her chest and looked down at him thoughtfully. She was not inclined to trust the vampire to keep control of his impulses, but she was also intrigued by him. It wasn’t often these days that she found a creature capable of surprising, even startling her a bit.
She sighed, her eyes regaining her host’s green pigment. When she spoke, her voice was that of a mortal woman.
“Well, I suppose dismembering you would only attract unwanted attention. Not to mention absolutely ruin this lovely outfit,” she said. “Besides, I’m guilty of the occasional indiscretion myself.”
She crouched down beside him, her hair spilling over her shoulder as she tilted her head.
“Perhaps now that we understand each other things will run a bit more smoothly, hmm?”
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 28, 2010 11:42:17 GMT -5
Luka ran the back of his hand across the bridge of his nose; wincing slightly at the delicious sting and then pulling it back to look at it. It was slick with crimson and mucus, and with a smirk the vampire licked at it as a cat cleaning his paw. Yes, she had broken the brittle cartilage, but sadly, his potent blood and its unique capacity was already working to heal the break. It was why pain was such a fleeting enjoyment for the Russian; so exhilarating, so exceptionally spellbinding; but utterly transitory. Damn his descent and their infuriatingly powerful bloodline.
Settling back once again to gaze up at her, Luka let his rapt sapphire gaze glide slowly from her remarkable face, to the divine curve of her throat, pausing at the flutter of her skin just at the jugular, and then slowly down the rest of her form. She was perfect in all ways, but now... now that he’d found out how sinfully dangerous she was, his interest was piqued ten fold.
Her casual, yet morbid comment about dismemberment brought an intrigued arch to his dark brow, and the fleeting thought to request such affliction from her brought a tremble of dark stimulation down his spine. “Maybe on second date...” Luka remarked boldly and tilted his head to the side as she bent down next to him.
“Da...smoothly...” The Russian reached out to brush the back of his cold hand across her smooth tawny cheek, pulling it back to inhale the heady aroma as if sampling an expensive perfume. The man had no regard for personal space or the fact that she had just literally sent him flying across the room for being so audacious before. It was obvious by her hesitancy to kill him for his behavior, she must be somewhat intrigued by him. He certainly was by her...or perhaps merely the idea of tasting the blood and body of such a noxious predator...
Keeping a calm gaze on the demon, the vampire pulled himself up to stand and, like a gentleman, grasped her elbow to bring her up as well. “So...Desiree,” and her name was said with a touch of suspicion, as if he didn’t know whether to believe it or not, “Vat is such powerful entity doing in place like this? You vodn’t rather be down below, where torture is as accepted as afternoon tea?”
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Post by Desiree "Bet" Benoit on Jan 31, 2010 15:22:27 GMT -5
Bet regarded the vampire with curiosity as she crouched down beside him.
“Maybe on second date…”
She merely smirked darkly at the comment.
“Perhaps now that we understand each other things will run a bit more smoothly, hmm?”
“Da…smoothly…” he agreed.
Luka brought a hand to her cheek. She felt his cold skin caress hers, an oddly pleasant sensation. The instinct, of course, was to pull away, but she made no conscious move to do so. There was only a very slight twitch of her delicate features she herself didn’t even detect.
He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent perhaps. She wondered what she smelled like to him. Surely she carried an ordinary human scent laced with soap, lotion, and a hint of perfume, but was there anything unusual about it? The question was fleeting, drifting out of her mind as quickly as it had invaded it.
Bet kept her eyes on him as he stood. She allowed him to grasp her elbow and help her get to her feet. She interpreted it as a very deliberate gesture on his part to reclaim his status as a gentleman. She didn’t buy it for a second. This was no gentleman. However, one didn’t need to be in order to show respect.
“So…Desiree,” Luka began.
Bet raised a thin brow at the emphasis he put on the name. Surely he’d guessed by now that Desiree was not a name for a demon.
“Vat is such powerful entity doing in place like this?” he continued. “You vodn’t rather be down below, where torture is accepted as afternoon tea?”
Bet laughed, a delicate, flighty sound. It was a genuine laugh that wasn’t too common for her.
“Torture as afternoon tea,” she mused. “I like that. But, no. You see, down below there’s always someone to answer to. Someone looking over your shoulder, telling you what to do and how to do it. I much prefer being my own boss.”
She looked around the room casually.
“As far as this place in particular… It interested me,” she said, turning her gaze back to him. “I’ve heard stories.”
She smiled, her anger having dissipated very quickly to be replaced by the same casual curiosity she’d displayed prior to Luka’s little tantrum.
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Post by Luka Neverov on Feb 3, 2010 10:27:50 GMT -5
The corner of Luka’s mouth twitched up into a pleased smile. The sound of her laughter was like the beating of butterfly wings against a glass jar that ensnared it; for some unknown reason it deeply thrilled him. It seemed as though she had excused his outburst; or more likely, simply dismissed it, as it was plain to the demon that her power greatly surpassed his. Once again she looked at him with that inquisitive expression she’d worn minutes before; the seemingly harmless feminine marauder scrutinizing her likely prey; all that danger and supremacy hidden behind playful eyes and the delicate curve of her body.
“Ah, to be pinned under the thumb of somevone who believes themselves superlative...” The vampire retorted with apparent abhorrence, “I’ve never been fond of that. Is vhy I disposed of those who meant to subjugate me. Quite a pleasant experience I might add...”
He moved with deliberate slowness to a small ingot across the room; his icy gaze never leaving the demon as he retrieved a silver goblet from underneath and filled it with crimson fluid from a fount in the cell wall. His gums ached with that incessant hunger; never sated, but made more severe now by the passionate actions by the beautiful temptress. Reaching below once again to retrieve a bottle of some amber colored liquor which he poured into the blood filled chalice, he inclined his head and held the liquid out to her in offering. “Vod you like refreshment Desiree?”
The Russian sipped at his drink and leaned unceremoniously against the bar, pleasure dancing in his sinister gaze at her vague compliment of the establishment. “...And how lucky I am to run place that would stir such curiosity in you.” He said with a hint of amusement in his husky brogue. “Tell me... vat have you heard? Vat kinds of stories are imparted of my beloved Purgatory? Does the name echo against the valls of that cursed place from wince you’ve escaped or does it merely drip from the lips of unfortunate humans that have ventured vithin?”
The vampire was so very eager to hear the kinds of whispers that were spoken of the nightmare made tangible by his hands. He was hungry for the knowledge that others spoke about his Eden; spread nightmarish tales or wistful narratives of those that enjoyed their visit.
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Post by Desiree "Bet" Benoit on Feb 13, 2010 16:10:06 GMT -5
The vampire gave a very slight smile. It seemed his anger had dissipated, or he was simply suppressing it until Bet calmed down. He appeared the charming gentleman she’d met at the bar, aside from the bloodstained shirt. She was indeed curious about Luka. She had never met a vampire of his nature before and she wondered what had inspired him to build a club such as this. He was also dangerously unpredictable, which was always exciting, and so rare for her to find these days, as old as she was.
“Ah, to be pinned under the thumb of someone who believes themselves superlative… I’ve never been fond of that. Is vhy I disposed of those who meant to subjugate me. Quite a pleasant experience I might add.”
Luka’s eyes remained on Bet as he walked over to the bar on the other side of the room, filling a goblet with what must have been blood. He mixed what she assumed was an alcoholic beverage into the goblet and held it out to her.
“Vod you like refreshment Desiree?”
She shook her head in response and walked over to the bar to stand in front of him as they talked about the club.
“…And how lucky I am to run place that would stir such curiosity in you. Tell me… vat have you heard? Vat kinds of stories are imparted of my beloved Purgatory? Does the name echo against the valls of that cursed place from which you’ve escaped or does it merely drip from the lips of unfortunate humans that have ventured vithin?”
Bet chuckled. He seemed very eager to hear about the reputation he and his club had acquired. The ego on this one was rivaled that of mortal men.
She pulled her long hair back from her face and draped it over one shoulder. The goosebumps had returned to her flesh now that her anger had subsided and she was making an effort not to tremble, clenching her jaw shut to prevent her teeth from chattering.
“Humans, demons, shapeshifters.” She shrugged, a very slight movement of her shoulders. “My clientele is vast and varied.” She smiled. “Some enjoyed their time here immensely and others told me of horrific scenes. Torture. Murder. Blood. Now I understand.” She rested her elbow on the bar, leaning casually and elegantly next to him. “Now, why is it you’ve created this lovely macabre paradise? Do you long for the glory of violence and terror you inflict on your patrons?”
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Post by Luka Neverov on Feb 19, 2010 8:16:26 GMT -5
Luka was a monster. He enjoyed inflicting excruciating pain on the innocent; to paint with the vibrant crimson that flowed thick and sticky from the wounds. To hear the ghastly screams escape from their throats and the slow thud of a heart beating its last note.
Luka was a vampire. He loved nothing more than to bathe in blood and feel it rush over his tongue to awaken the immortal cells that made up his perfect body. He needed the ache of growing fangs sprouting from his gums and the way it made his head swim with an inebriated stupor.
He was a masochist. He drank in the pain of self inflicted mutilation as if it were a wine of the finest and oldest vintage.
But of all those things, Luka was a male, and he could read this mesmerizing creatures body language like it was a page from an epic story. She was enjoying her time with him. Her interest thrilled him, and the Russian took another opportunity to breathe in the intoxicating bouquet of the human skin she wore as Desiree leaned closer to him on the bar. The woman was flirting with disaster. So what if she could break every bone in his bone with a mere flick of the wrist. If he wanted her, Luka would accept that pain and bask in every glorious moment of it.
“You’ve mistaken my Purgatory for Death Row in prison.” The vampire said nonchalantly, looking at the demon over the rim of his goblet as he took another swallow of liquor and blood. “I am business man, and pain is my pleasure.” The Russian smiled coldly then, imagining what it would have been like to bleed the one before him. He envisioned the look on her face in that first moment of agony would have been magnificent.
“It is true that most come here as sheep among wolves, but some...some come to full fill fantasies that are seen as taboo out there in the common vorld. Their enjoyment brings me so much...joy. I am not all dead inside.”
And to prove that point Luka took a step closer to the demon; his body lightly grazing hers as a rush of something sinister brought a tremble to his cold skin. “Enough about me, I vant to hear about you...” Luka set the drink down and reached out to brush a long strand of silken chocolate out of her crystal eyes. The gesture was too bold, but the vampire hardly cared about bold. “Vat do you do for these...clients of yours?”
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Post by Desiree "Bet" Benoit on Mar 20, 2010 10:43:08 GMT -5
“You’ve mistaken my Purgatory for Death Row in prison,” Luka said.
Bet smiled as he took another drink from the concoction he’d mixed, his eyes remaining locked on hers. She could almost see him imagining how her own blood tasted.
“I am business man, and pain is my pleasure. It is true that most come here as sheep among wolves, but some…some come to full fill fantasies that are seen as taboo out there in the common vorld. Their enjoyment brings me so much…joy. I am not all dead inside.”
He moved closer to her and she felt a slight tremble in him. Her own posture straightened reflexively. Her eyes moved briefly to his arm as movement caught her attention and he placed his drink on the bar.
“Enough about me, I vant to hear about you…”
Her gaze moved back to his darkly handsome face. A shiver ran through her as he brushed the hair from her face with an icy hand, and it wasn’t just because she was cold.
“Vat do you do for these…clients of yours?”
Bet offered a small smile, though she was slightly guarded at his closeness. He was curious about her, and seemed to want her in more ways than one. Given his little outburst a few moments ago, she was well aware this vampire was unpredictable. A part of her wanted to shove him away the second he touched her, but a part of her liked this unpredictability, this newfound danger that was so rare a find for a creature such as herself.
“Nothing quite so exciting,” she told him. “My host is a fashion designer. She started her own clothing company. Poor thing didn’t have the skills to do much with it. But I do.”
She smiled deviously.
“I work with other fashion labels, cosmetics companies, and then of course the run of the mill buyers.”
She doubted that was the answer he was expecting. After all, why would a powerful demon waste her time on a fashion company? However, the company gave Bet a lot of money and resources and she was very influential in a number of ways. She dealt with top notch fashion designers, photographers, celebrities. But, she wasn’t one to name drop.
She also wasn’t opposed to using her feminine assets as a form of bribery or compensation, but that was something reserved for a select few privileged clients, and not something she liked to advertise.
"I'm sure the services you provide are much more... thrilling."
She ran her index finger down the front of his shirt as she had before, but this time it was more of a flirtatious gesture than a taunting one. She was well aware she may as well have been dangling fresh meat in front of a hungry lion, but that was Bet's specialty. The fact that there was more risk involved only made the situation more exciting.
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