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Post by Wanda Pierce on Sept 26, 2011 14:42:45 GMT -5
She sighed a little as she looked at some of the other 'entertainers' each with their own little sexy uniforms, she was no different of course. Wearing a very tight black leather skirt and tank-top that barely hid her breast's. All spruced up and looking good for the workday. As a few girl's came back she slowly went out to the stage, doing her thing grinding against the pole, sliding down it and spinning about, while slowly stripping down to nothing, taking off her tank top and skirt slowly bending over to show the audience her goods as she smirked a bit. A few of the guy's tonight weren't bad looking at all.
Sitting on the edge of the stage as she grabbed a random guy and kissed him passionately, Putting his hand's on her thigh. "....Lucky spot eh?" The men around him obviously friends were pissed that she choose him instead of them. Softly smiling as the man quickly stuck two twenty's in her underwear. "My my, nice tip..." She ran her finger up his chest as she spun around on all four's, showing off her body to all of the participants, and like that - Her time on stage was over. Walking off stage as the next few girl's took over, walking around and flirting with some of the more....richer-type people that could afford lap dances but finding none going to the bar. "I'll take a water..." she smiled at the bartender, A friend of her's...well, as close as most people get to her.
Sighing as she took a swig of the water bottle. Looking at the men eying her up, as she smirked. Slowly running her hand up her thigh and grabbing her panties from under her skirt. Then rubbing her finger's together, pretty much offering them quite a show for money but they quickly looked away. "Da... American's..." She cursed under her breathe shaking her head.
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Post by Tristan Holt on Sept 28, 2011 11:02:08 GMT -5
The dim light did nothing to hide exactly what he was, in fact it brought out his pale, almost chalky white flesh. He had not feed in the last few days, every time he tried that blasted Selena would get in the way. She was always there lurking, his son not that far behind. Another reason for this trip.
Tristan Holt was simply hunting, nothing more. Humans were toys, cattle to be played with until even that got boring. Toying the glass filled with whiskey, the alcohol would do nothing from him. There would be no buzz or next morning hung over, as vampire it simply did not affect him in the slightest. Blood was the liquid that could bring satisfaction, human blood was finest wine, the only buzz he truly chased and craved at the end of the day.
This blood bar was an escape from the watchful eyes that seemed to follow him. It was an escape for vampires nothing more, the place to feed when you ran out of options. Yes there were blood slaves back that mansion but at the moment, they were unappealing. Humans were used and used before finally being throw away, to the wolves who waited in the wings for such a moment to arise. This place meant Tristan would be able to taste fresh blood from different and new donors if you want to call them donors, they were prey.
The scent of humans were strong, clinging to everything around him. Perfect, this was just too perfect. A small yet mischievous smirk spread across his lips, hopefully he would not have to wait long for someone to take notice of him, a strangely dressed clearly rich lonely man seated at the bar. It was an open invitation to anyone willing to take the plunge, bite his bait. His hunger was growing with every passing second, it was getting exceedingly more difficult to resist the call, to control the hunger from consuming him even at his age it was still a struggle. No vampire could hold back forever, that was next to impossible.
Dinner was coming, in the form of a human, male or female. Tristan could not be picky tonight.
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Post by Wanda Pierce on Sept 28, 2011 16:26:01 GMT -5
Looking around the room occasionally spotting a few people looking at her however they quickly got picked up by the other girl's, but she really didn't mind - most of them were just small time. She wanted someone that had cash tonight.
Sitting up at the bar for what felt like forever talking to her friend's as they came by as she waited for the right customer, someone that would not be grabby but someone who could actually pay her for the dance. Half the men here only came to throw a few dollars at them and walk out. Drinking her water as the door opened up, slowly looking a man dressed up pretty nicely - clearly he had some money. Looking at his shoes as they were quite expensive as well.
Of course the wealthy looking hottie was easily spotted by the dancers, but fortunately for Alex she was the only one not serving a customer at that given time so she stood up nice, and seductive like and walked over. "Hey...Could I interest you in a dance handsome?" She said in her best fake-English accent she could manage. She sat down on his lap looking at his eye's. The man felt slightly cold, but it could just be the weather. He looked a bit pale, almost like you would expect an albino to look like. But, she didn't mind - I mean, after all he was quite handsome outside of the pale skin and...he looked like he could be quite a tipper more then likely.
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Post by Tristan Holt on Sept 30, 2011 11:12:11 GMT -5
The sound and scent of an approaching human was a sign, someone had fallen for his trap. The wealthy yet lonely man by the bar was just that, a trap nothing more. Tristan was wealthy but money meant nothing. It was paper that he had collected over the centuries from various investments, most had been selected by his former mate. Oh what a smart one his Victoria had been. Brains and looks she had it all but sadly it was nothing more than a memory now.
With an extensive history such as his, he knew what an English accent sound like. Tristan had lived the many developments it had gone through. Changing and adapting with the times and the many invaders and conquests. This was simply an act but he would return the favour, acting like he was playing along hook line and sinker. Pretend like he was a naïve child hungry for any attention when he was nothing more an animal waiting to pounce upon his waiting prey and drink deeply until she passed out.
“I am very interest in a dance” He was trying to sound desperate, that this was it for him. If he failed at obtain any human interaction or attention that he would alone for the rest of his days. His eyes were filled with emotion, pleading with her to take him to a private room and dance for him. Move across his lap seductively. Leaning in under he was a breath away, trying to give off the signs she needed to continue with her attentions. The feeling of her warmth against his chilled body was still an interesting sensation, yes they were clothed but still he could feel the heat pouring out of her pores that covered her from head to toe.
Hopefully this would play out the way he had planned. Would she buy what he was saying, no he could not doubt himself now. The master vampire had been doing this for such a long time, perfecting his many techniques to win over humans. Lowering their guard to the point where they were so comfortable in his present, they were left open then he would strike. Would this attractive human react the same way? After all humans always craved something, the only question that crossed his mind was what did this human crave? Companionship? Money? Power? It was always one of those three options. What was her poison?
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Post by Wanda Pierce on Sept 30, 2011 12:19:06 GMT -5
She grinned hearing his voice, The man sounded desperate to her - which was good and bad - the guy might try to grab her and she simply rubbed her chin. "I see..." She couldn't help but notice how her nerves was telling her to just get away from this man... Goosebumps started to form up and down her back as she stood up.
Looking at the man's eye's now as she just looked at him. "...Very well" She finally said after a few moment's offering her hand to walk him back into the private dance lounge. She didn't like this at all, but it was her job - if she screamed the bouncers would no doubt easily handle the man so she felt safe.
Everything else in the room seemed to be moving a bit faster then the two of them, perhaps it was something in her telling her not to do this... Why was it like this? She danced with quite alot of guys per day and this was the first feeling that told her this. Her heart was beating faster, the cold pale man was really getting to her. "I think you really ought to see a doctor, you seem rather cold..." She finally said, trying to find a kind way to excuse herself from going any further.
She got this far in her life by trusting her instincts, It kept her alive in Russia as it did in America. Closing her hand no longer offering to walk him to the back, clearly she was not one of the foolish humans he was use to.
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Post by Tristan Holt on Sept 30, 2011 13:29:44 GMT -5
At first things appeared to be progressing smoothly. She had offer her hand to him, which he had gladly taken, wrapping his much larger hand around her as gently as a vampire could managed. With all his enhanced advantages, often made it difficult to act human when he truly wasn’t but still Tristan could try. He had to act like she was the one in control and let her lead to the back when the fun would begin.
Moving from the loud, packed front of house towards was quickest of trips. Unfortunately she had seen through his act, his low core temperature that let him down. His actions had prevented what could have easy, if only he had fed a little before leaving the coven. He would have been warmer and this would have simpler. If she screamed, others would intervene but that did not matter. The security guards were made up of men, human men. He could snap them in two with no effort as if they were made from nothing but wood instead of flesh and bone.
A doctor, a human doctor could do nothing for him. Human medicine was pitiful and often caused more problems that it solved. It was time to drop this now pointless act especially now she stopped leading him towards the back, to a more private place.
“Why are you stopping?” He asked, toying with her ever so slightly. This was a game of cat and mouse, she was the mouse the hapless prey and he the cat the most vicarious predator. “It seems you are smarter than I thought darling” He sneered, nastily at her. Tristan was no longer playing the nervous gentleman that had gone out the window. He was showing his true colours and if she didn’t like it well that didn’t matter. It was her blood he was after in the end.
A vampire such as he could only play nice for so longer and he had reached his limit. The monster was out and ready to play with his food.
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Post by Wanda Pierce on Oct 3, 2011 10:12:06 GMT -5
Her eye's scanned him, His body temperature was much lower then she had ever felt before. His skin a chalky white - Whoever he was he was sick as hell. More then likely the crazy man had somehow escaped some sort of quarantine or another. Who knew what the heck was going on in the world anymore. It was hell on earth.
Looking at his eye's, hearing his voice now sent shivers down her spine - this man was clearly a psycho. "I...Think you are very sick..." She took a few step's back. Something was weird, weirder then normal here. The man was no longer what had came into the bar, but rather different. "I don't know your game, but if you even try to touch me everyone will see" She said coldly back, Her eyes narrowed on the man - she didn't know who he was, or what he was going to try to do but it's clearly not for her best interest to find out.
Besides her instincts, she could throw quite a mean right hook. She clenched her fist up. "Now go before I scream..." She responded coldly once more, She was no longer going to be the scared little girl - her fright and fear was now turned into more of anger - Something that would easily give her the edge in a fight.... Although, This was hardly going to be a normal fight but she didn't know that. "You are not the first guy, nor the last guy that will try for something he can't get so don't feel bad".
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Post by Tristan Holt on Oct 4, 2011 14:29:06 GMT -5
Didn’t this human know what she was dealing with? Didn’t she know of the supernatural world since she worked in a blood bar? Strange. Never before had Tristan encountered a human like this, well not since her but she was not a topic he would ever speak of again. Yes his skin had turned a chalky white but this was due to lack of human blood circulating through his veins but soon that would change.
“I am not sick human” He said, enjoying her reaction but soon he would have to break the news of what he really was. Yes it would revealing his existence to another, obviously clueless human but it was only temporary. This female would not last the night if he had his way with her, draining her completely dry. “I am not playing any game woman” Let them see or try to, he was faster than any human eye. She would just be seen as a hysterical female screaming at nothing. Tristan would be gone before anyone who move an inch towards them.
She was trying to fight back, trying to show courage. Oh the human condition, how it amused him with their emotional reactions. Was she trying to do what he thought she was, oh how pathetic. Tristan was not going to react the way she excepted him to. He was Master Holt, not some spineless human weed. A dark insane laughter left his lips, as he threw his head back enjoying how this was going. This was the most interesting feeding experience he’d had in the last few centuries.
Maybe humans were more amusing that he had initially thought. Maybe they weren’t just useless cattle put upon this planet to feed him and his kin. “That might be but I am no human like you” He replied, ready to work her mind spin at his vague confession. What conclusion would she come to? He could hardly wait, a few moment it would take for her to response.
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