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Post by darian jacques laurent on Jun 27, 2010 21:23:56 GMT -8
 { FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRDarian Laurent drove into the parking lot of Guilty Pleasures. He stepped out of his black Ferrari, walking towards the club. He wore skin-tight black leather pants, an untucked and unbuttoned white dress shirt, and red suspenders. An unlit cigarette was tucked behind his ear, he didn't like smoking in his car. The ashes got all over and it took forever to get it out so he refused to smoke in it.
The bouncer at the door glanced at Darian, flashing a small smile. Darian walked over to him, cutting in front of the line. "You know where Chris is?" he asked, waving his hand at the men in line who were cussing him out. The man shook his head and just told him that he had just got there. Darian groaned and nodded, walking inside. As he walked into the strip club the cursing was drowned out by the music.
Darian walked towards the back, knocking on the office door. He figured that he should check there before searching the club for Chris. There were so many people there that it would take a long time to find her. If she was busy one of the dancers could entertain him for a bit. But he just wanted to know where she was, and tell her that he needed to talk to her.
Recently, he had almost killed someone and it freaked him out. Ever since Darian first met Chris, she had been able to help him get control of his emotions. He had only killed one person since then and it was out of self defense. A couple hours ago while he was feeding on some human he had been so preoccupied that he almost lost control. It didn't only scare him because he could have killed someone but also because he was so old and he should have control over that by now.
The previous night he had thought he saw his brother, Fabian. But that didn't make sense, he was dead. He had been dead for centuries. It confused him and made him wonder if he was still alive and a vampire. Darian had been thinking about it constantly and had finally decided to share his problems with Christia. But no one else could find out about what was going on. It would make him look weak and he couldn't have that.
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Post by christia isabelle aglionby on Jun 27, 2010 21:52:56 GMT -8
  The loud beat of the music was muffled in the private rooms, with the foot of wall between them and the main club. Most of the time, these rooms were for well paying customers who wanted a private dance; but at that moment, they were empty, aside from the small young woman bent over a much larger man. Chris was only five feet, two inches tall, and weighed a meager one hundred and five pounds. People tended to underestimate her; she was a ball of fire wrapped up in a small package. She was a vampire, a powerful vampire, who was over one thousand years old, and she was not one to be trifled with. The man was a little over six feet tall, built well, muscular, in terrific shape. He, too, was more than he appeared. A wereleopard, and a weak one at that. Chris' mouth was fixed over the man's neck, sucking, sucking at the hot blood just above his pulse.
A couple more seconds and she pulled away, her tongue darting out to taste what was left on her lips. The blood she could not reach she wiped away with a towel that she had waiting. Before standing, she laid a gentle kiss on his lips, then made her way for the door. The young man continued to lounge on the chair, his energy drained along with the blood. But he was a wereleopard, he would recover soon enough. Completely sated, Chris left the room with a soft smile on her lips, the fresh blood pumping through her veins and causing her heart to beat, as if she were human. When she fed too much, the blood made her feel sluggish, overfed, but it had been a long time since she'd felt that way. It had been a long time since she drained someone to the point of death. At a thousand years old, her control never wavered.
As soon as the door opened she could feel the music against her skin. The atmosphere was completely different; chaotic, hot, sweaty, and she could smell the promise of sex in the air. But it was just a promise. Those who came into her club got nothing more than a good lap dance, she didn't employ prostitutes. From there, she walked the short distance to her office, where she found a surprise. Darian stood at her office door, waiting for her to open it. Too bad she wasn't in there. Darian was her second in command, the Lord to her Elder Lord, and had been her friend for many, many years. He spent much of his time at Guilty Pleasures, with her. Or at least, sometimes with her. A lot of the time spent at the club was with a dancer. Chris never indulged in any of it, but she didn't fault him for it. "Darian, darling, so good to see you." She purred against his ear.
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Post by darian jacques laurent on Jun 27, 2010 22:15:11 GMT -8
{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIRIt wasn't but seconds later after knocking when Chris walked up and purred in his ear. Darian glanced at her, forcing a smile. "Hello, my beautiful. I was wondering if we could talk, whenever you're available of course." he leaned against the wall next to her door, his smile fading away.
Just thinking about what had happened was making him lose his charm. He was so confused and felt like he was a one day old vampire again, unable to control the urge. His eyes darted to a nearby Wereleopard and he licked his lips. As he started to pull himself away from the wall he shook the thought away. "Chris, I have a problem." he muttered, looking back at her.
Darian hoped that Christia wasn't busy, he really needed to gain control soon or someone could get hurt. That was the last thing he wanted, but Fabian's face just kept reappearing in his mind. Sometimes it was from years ago, when they were still knights and sometimes it was from just the day before. He looked the same, like he never changed. It was so confusing, he was sure that Fabian was dead. It didn't matter though, either way Darian needed to gain control of himself.
What would Chris do if he killed someone? That thought made Darian stiffen a little bit, he couldn't be out in public like this. If he hurt someone he'd be punished, it was better to solve the problem now before it got worse. Darian didn't need to convince himself of this, he already had that was why he was telling her now: to get help.
He decided that if she was busy that he would go home. Everyone would be safer if he was there. He wouldn't be able to hurt anyone in his room and Christia would be able to keep him under control there. It was times like these that Darian realized how much he relied on her. And times like these came around very rarely, he'd have to remember to tell her how much he appreciated her help when he got control of himself again.
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