obedear. [finished]

[Nathaniel Devlin]

Nate could practically smell the tension in the air as the blonde spoke over to the man by the wall. Her tone was commanding and dangerous…just as her scent said. It was a complete one-eighty from her tone just a few seconds ago. As she was now, Nate could see why she was the vampire queen. She exuded command and expected everyone, vamp or not, to follow them.

Nate’s eyes and ears sensed the vampires as they roused themselves from their hiding places. They showed displeasure at having a stranger here…well, two strangers. Nathaniel, despite Draculesti’s command, could feel the intense bloodlust they threw at him. He felt calm though clearly he really, really shouldn’t. Though the blonde had told them to leave the young man alone, Nate wasn’t sure if they could. Vampires always had such fickle emotions…a sudden rage could render all commands useless thus ending the young man’s life. The young werewolf knew this, but was at ease. Even in human form, Nate had some confidence in his abilities. Sure, there were a lot of vampires, but Nate was quick, even for a werewolf. He was confident that he would be able to dodge enough to get away—unless the blonde joined the battle. His chances grew slim should she decide it was easier to have him dead than alive. At that point, Nate would just have to try his best to survive.

As if she had heard him, the blonde spoke to Nate, her voice loud enough that only he could hear. Calmly, Nate followed her orders. Sure, the werewolf could fend for himself should the need arise, but why risk it when someone offered protection? He followed the blonde as she walked calmly towards the intruder, her eyes transfixed at him. She smelled annoyed, impatient, and even furious. She didn’t sound like any of her emotions though as she spoke to the man, her voice commanding even at such a calm volume. For a vamp, she seemed to have her emotions in check…at least on the surface.

The man was very tall and well built. Just judging by his body mass, Nate knew he was confident in his strength. He wore all black, like some kind of school gangster…or some kind of thief. Either way, he smelled of confidence and ease—as if he felt at home in the midst of all these vamps that wanted his head and blood…probably not his blood though. The smell he had wasn’t entirely human, nor anyone Nate had smelled before. There was…something else to his scent. Death was in his scent too though that didn’t surprise the werewolf. Apparently, most people in the damn city smelled of death.

The man grinned then as he removed the cigarette from his mouth, his tone conversational as he spoke his name and, apparently, his title. Was this some sort of job interview? Nate’s thoughts weren’t really on the man’s words though as the young werewolf scrutinized the man—his odd scent was still bugging Nate. The man began to walk towards the blonde then when he suddenly started disappearing. Huh, the young werewolf thought at Don’s disappearing act. Sure, the man’s trick was useful—especially with espionage—as long as werewolves and vamps weren’t involved. He could still smell the man though he disappeared, and could pinpoint his exact location. The young werewolf still wondered though what the man used. Obviously, he wasn’t a mage. He couldn’t smell that scent on him. Maybe he was like Nate in a way. Special perhaps? The man didn’t smell like any specials he’d ever encountered. The mystery was really bugging the young werewolf. His investigative nature kept on gnawing at him, urging him to solve the little mystery in front of him. The young man’s curiosity was sometimes such a bitch this way.

The man clad in black spoke again as he reappeared, gesturing towards Nate dismissively. Clearly, he thought of Nate as nothing more as someone the vamp queen was talking to. Judging by his statement, the man wanted nothing to do with Nate. The young werewolf wanted to snap the man’s neck. Clearly, the man didn’t know the saying, “don’t judge a book by its cover”. Perhaps, Nate would have to show him.

The man was still speaking as Nate brooded over teaching him a lesson when something caught the young werewolf’s attention. Huh, it really was a job interview. The man was apparently a gun for hire and was looking for work. That wasn’t what caught the young man’s attention though. The man had said the title again, hellhound. Nate couldn’t understand what a hellhound was. Sure, hellhounds were first circle demons that resembled dogs, but this man clearly wasn’t one. Hellhounds couldn’t maintain a human form due to lack of ability. If so, what was this hellhound business this man talking about? Another clue, Nate thought. He had a name and what apparently was a title. The young man admitted, he had little to work with. Then again, he had less to go on before.

Don flicked his cigarette then, creating a whooshing sound as it flew past Nate and Draculesti, even past one of the buildings where a vampire was posted, judging by the hiss the vamp made. Really, for someone who was asking for a job, he clearly wasn’t being humble about it. Did the man want to provoke his would-be employers? The force of the man’s flick tore his tendons judging by the tearing Nate heard. The man wasn’t hurt though. Instead he smiled. Don smelled of pleasure at the pain, reveling in it—he even felt aroused by it. Nate wanted to cringe. Great, another serial killer—and a psycho at that, Nate thought.

Again the man gestured towards Nate as he assured the young werewolf and the vamp that he wasn’t here to kill them as he reached into his pocket, revealing a business card, which he then offered to the blonde. The card said heat me up. Nate couldn’t help himself as he chuckled at the man. Seriously, Don’s confidence in himself was laughable. Sure, his abilities were impressive—that is, if he were anywhere else than Arc City. The man was obviously new here. In time, he would learn just how un-special he was now that he decided to stay in this shit hole—if he could survive today that is. Nate hoped a bit that he would live—he didn’t like getting information on dead men.

The young werewolf wasn’t so sure though.

[Jusztina Draculesti]

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She listened as he introduced himself and continued, she arched an eyebrow at him skeptically. She knew what a hell hound was. She wasn’t stupid but he couldn’t have possibly been a natural one. Maybe man made? She’d heard people were experimented on and such even before World War II. A government experiment would explain his scent – though the stench of death wasn’t one she had noticed, all too used to it and not being bothered by it. It wasn’t even really how he regarded Nathaniel. She actually found that a bit amusing. No, it was the way he flicked his cigarette and how she’d heard her children hiss in response. They didn’t like him not only because he was a stranger, but maybe even because of the way he spoke to Jusztina. Everyone treated her like a queen in her territory – even humans. They might not call her queen but they most definitely knew she was dangerous without knowing she was a vampire. They practically kissed the ground she walked on, knowing she could easily do something horrible to them to rip them apart. When he mentioned he wasn’t there to kill them, she arched a manicured eyebrow and then started laughing. It was the same laugh as before – that sweet almost angelic tone that seemed to ease even the vampires around her, in complete confidence-even more so than before, that she knew what she was doing. Of course she did. She always tried to be at least half a step ahead.

”Even if you were here to kill me, I can assure you…Don the Hell Hound,”

[/i] she crossed her arms across her chest, ”You would not live to see the next twenty minutes,” sure his strength was impressive. He flicked a cancer stick with his fingers and she’d heard the breaking of the tendons. She was still on guard but felt more so at ease knowing she could take him out herself – and off course he was surrounded, ”Fall back,”[/i] she said quietly and it seemed the vampires reluctantly backed away but still seemed on edge, still watched silently as they continued with whatever they had silently been doing previously. She took the card and she suddenly felt offended. Her eyes glowed as she looked over at him as she mocked his flicking but only used about one fourth of her strength to flick it back at him. It flew passed his head, ”You come into my home looking for work and you smoke a cigarette and expect me to decipher your business card…all without considering the tradition and custom of my coven? Of my race?”[/i] Without hesitating, she came up to his face as she had to Nathaniel not long ago. She was pissed now – offended he expected her to use fire.

Obviously, vampires and fire didn’t mix very well. It was considered offensive for someone to smoke a cancer stick in her territory – hence the no smoking signs practically everywhere. It was too easy for something to catch on fire, wipe out a couple of vampires. She didn’t like fire, never had and never would. Sure it was necessary but it was always controlled and it was always done so in routine. This man had smoked in front of her and then flicked one of those cancer sticks at one of her children who most likely were off somewhere healing that scar up. It was like a big fuck you to her face and she obviously didn’t appreciate it. Jusztina, obviously, expected an apology, ”If you do not bother to understand my kind, why should I bother hiring you? You do not even know how to handle a simple business transaction with us and obviously do not know how to speak our language,”[/i] she hissed at him, her four sharp fangs coming out of hiding from her gums as her bright blue orbs glowed slightly with the wrath boiling within her. All she had to do was hiss and it seemed like the air went as still as death. She lingered as she seemed to glare daggers into his brain but in the blink of an eye she was next to Nathaniel again, fangs still out in defense and as if to warn him to fix his mistakes before she decided it was time to rid him from this world. Hell hound or no hell hound, gifted or not…she didn’t take kindly to such behavior. Hell, she knew Vsevolod smoked yet he managed to extinguish his cigarette before she arrived out of respect – that and the circumstances around their meeting called for it. Anyone who dealt with Jusztina or any vampire knew these things – at least people who valued their life enough.

Feeling Nathaniel’s presence next to her, she could feel how calm he seemed. Somehow, that seemed to relax her a bit and get her adrenaline down a bit. She couldn’t snap the way she had but it was fire. That was like using silver on a werewolf or wolfsbane. This Don really must have just gone into this territory blind. Honestly, she would have no problem hiring him especially after her transaction with Vsevolod, but with his behavior, she was doubting whether he would be brilliant in such an operation, or trouble, a brute, and a nuisance. The last thing she needed to do was clean up after someone else’s mess.

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[Frezzik Don Kiplen]

Frezzik stood his ground for the most part as this vampire chastised him in her smooth voice, threatening him as she crosser her chest. The if in her first sentence telling him she had plans to kill him from the beginning. Her command to those under her put him on guard. His heart rate for once was starting to rise in anticipation as adrenaline started to flow into his blood stream as the blond tossed the card back at him, past him. Yet he did not flinch. Even as she went off on him, Frezzik prepared himself.

When she moved so did he so that to the other guest it seemed the two shifted positions instantly. She would be in front of where he was and Kiplen on the other hand would be half the distance away from where he was before. The only other difference, she would be standing while he had taken a more defensive stance. Legs shoulder with apart and knees bent, his right foot half a step behind his left. Any other person would be writhing in agony from the tares in his muscles. As he griped the handle of his KA-BAR, its snaps already undone with a flick of his pinky and ring finger, yet he kept it sheathed and his left hand up defensively. She was right though... If she kept him moving like this he would not live to see the next twenty minutes. The worst part of it however was that he was getting turned on from the pleasure emanating from his legs, and a certain part of him started to get hard, though with the way he was standing it would not be noticeable.

She would question him and of course she was right, perhaps he would end up with out a hire, that only meant that she was leaving her and her people out in the open for other contracted hires. The hiss, the death glare it made it quite clear so that when she returned back to her boy, Frezzik started to turn.

"Your right, I don't know."

And with that he started to walk away his muscles tensed bringing forth his "body armor". He would start to head back to his car," Don't have your coven try anything. If there is one thing I hate its doing a future job ahead of schedule. I don't make money doing stuff like that."

He would not bother to try to locate his card as he tensely walked away. The flat of the seven inch cutting blade pressed against the inside of his right arm. He took this caution cause he knew there were countless possibilities. Vamprilla might want to take him out personally or one of her followers might try something on their own. Hell, they all could go at him as he walked away after all he was a walking blood pouch. Each forced step would be bliss filled, as he moved down the street.

His left hand would go to the keys in his pocket. If anything was to happen he would be prepared, just like the CD he placed half way into the player in the car after he had shut it off. It was nothing special at least for Kiplen it wasn't. Yet his thumb would trace around the automatic start button on the key ring to his 1969 Pontiac GTO. "Maybe next time things will go smoother."

[Nathaniel Devlin]

The blonde vamp’s reaction was expected. Everything this Don was doing just further provoked the blonde. Really, smoking? That was like waving around silver or wolfsbane to a werewolf—it was just not good business sense. Not just smoking, he actually flicked the cigarette at one of her kind! Had he not known the relationship between vampires and fire? There was nothing to do about it though; the damage was done, judging from the woman’s reaction. Nate still hoped, a bit, that this man would survive. Call it some kind of morbid curiosity, but the young man wanted to find out about the man—and still have the information valuable. Still, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he died now—Don might probably be another one of his marks soon. Nate could picture it in his head—hunting some crazed masochistic serial killer. He wanted to sigh. If that ever happened, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t need therapy after. Even now, the man was creeping the young werewolf out.

Due to the blonde’s words, the man took on a defensive position, with one hand on his back—probably a weapon of sorts. Bad idea, Nate thought. It would seem like the man was taking Jusztina’s threat as a challenge, though the young werewolf hopes she wouldn’t. Nate sniffed a bit, breathing in both their scents. The man smelled of caution, anticipation, and…arousal. Ugh, masochists. Nate thought as he brushed of the man’s scent, breathing in the blonde’s. Sure, she smelled awful, being a vamp and all, but Nate preferred hers to this man’s. She was calm, well, calmer than before, which was a good sign, though the young werewolf hoped it’d last.

Don took a few steps back, still in his defensive position before he finally turned his back from the blonde and started to walk away. Bad idea, Nate thought idly. It was just plain disrespectful. Sure, in these times, things such as this were considered passable, but in the blonde’s time? Acts such as this were seen as a challenge—they were all about proper decorum during those days. In those times, the host dismissed the guest. Still, maybe the blonde would let it slide, Nate thought as the man continued to talk. Who knows, maybe he’d be able to live another—ah shit. There he was again, threatening, not just the blonde this time, but the entire coven. Goodbye mister Don, Nate thought as he mentally shredded thoughts of investigating the man before him. He would surely pay for that statement, Nate thought. Did this man not know when to shut up? One thing after another, the man took the wrong step. Was it deliberate? Nate wondered. The man had just finished speaking when the young werewolf spoke, his tone just a bit of disdain in them.

“I highly doubt there’ll be a next time.”

The blonde would have probably brushed off a threat towards her, but a threat to her coven? Her children? The young werewolf didn’t think so. He was royally screwed by the looks of it.

[Jusztina Draculesti]

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She was starting to have trouble controlling her anger.

First: he smoked a cigarette and flicked it at one of her children intentionally.

Second: He threatened her and her coven.

Third: He turned his back on her like she was just some kind of...commoner.

Jusztina, in her mortal life, had been born into nobility. She had been the daughter of, essentially, a duke and the leader of the Walachia and Modolvia military of the 1400's. She was then married to Vlad the Impaler, to the ever prominent Draculesti family. She had been literally a queen. She, not once, was disrespected in her mortal life other than by the Turks but they were considered barbarians anyway and it was a time of war - they were the enemy. She was fucking Queen Jusztina Draculesti. She was queen of the vampires...and this pretend hell hound thought it would be funny to do all of these things on her territory? He really had no clue who he was dealing with...

But as her patience started to crumble and give way to rage at being offended so many times in under ten minutes, her eyes started to glow and she bared her fangs in agitation. This time, she didn't stop her children from coming out of the shadows, congregating again in her defense all taking a similar stance to her own at the man who had his back turned to her without being dismissed. "The queen did not dismiss you, commoner,"

[/color] came a voice from a much larger vampire, his age almost close to Jusztina's since he'd obviously been turned around the same era she had. He was defensive, in a sort of crouched position like his queen, ready to pounce. It seemed to vampires suddenly didn't care much for Nathaniel's presence. He hadn't offended their queen, he hadn't caused trouble despite being a werewolf. They were focused on the man before them and the worst part?

Jusztina was about 250% positive she had smelled his arousal. She might not have seen it but she had definitely sensed it. Being she owned all things pleasurable in the city, it was easy to spot it amid the rest of his emotions, "if you had done your research and were not such an ignorant fool, you would have known there would not be a next time with such conduct,"[/i] she was forcing herself not to react too strongly...or her entire coven would descend on him and as nice as it sounded to have him get eaten by her children, she didn't want them sucking up his vile blood. It had to be poisoned or filled with nothing nutritional. Only ignorance.

When doing business-it was necessary to know the customs of the ones you are doing business with. This was a common practice even for mortal humans. Have an American man go to China for a business meeting an see how quickly that American will comply to the ways of China's culture and tradition - if anything to appease those he is going to be dealing with and showing them a sign of respect. Truth was, she didn't want to give him anymore satisfaction by beating him to a bloody pulp...Still...she'd always been one to give in to temptation.

She found herself darting out toward him. One blink and she was out of sight, in a silence and grace only she'd been able to master, and she was standing in front of him, hand shooting out quickly as wrapping around his neck, the anger written all over her face as her coven moved fast, as if ready to egg her on. She squeezed his neck with only a quarter of her given strength but even that was usually enough to break someone's neck. Not kill them, just break it. She was holding back from beheading him as she lifted him. The second he tried to lay a finger on her, the coven would most likely pounce and Jusztina would probably turn to mist in order to go deal with Nathaniel - since surely her coven was trained well enough to handle one man. It was a shame...he could have been useful, really.

"Apologize and submit yourself and you will live to see the next ten minutes,"[/i] she hissed the words at him as if spewing venom. She disliked losing control but it had its perks: it wasn't often she got to use her powers in such a way other than when in combat practice - which she did to keep herself sharp and on point. She knew the ways of fighting - old and new- and made sure she stayed up to date. Last thing she needed was to look weak. And Jusztina wasn't stupid. She didn't lift him up like some kind of trophy. No, she pulled him down so his eye level would be lower than her own. He didn't have the right to be above her or even think he was anything more than a pesky fly on the wall. All he had to do was submit and she'd leave him be - maybe even take him up on his offer. But Jusztina needed to prove she was in control - that she was the boss, she called the shots...not a laboratory experiment who thought he was a hell hound.

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[Frezzik Don Kiplen]

Frezzik was glad he had his muscles tensed like he did for it shielded from the crushing grip for the most part though it was tight, his body however would react on impulse, his thumb pressing the remote ignition key to his Pontiac GTO. The roar of the seven hundred and fifty horses coming from the non stock engine was audible even for Frezzik from this distance and it would only take a second for the CD to be pulled into the disk player and start to load. By the time it would load he would have been told to apologize as he was forced to kneel due to the down ward pressure against his legs.

The disk itself contained a layered track, the first layer being an acoustic, infrasound. Very low-frequency sound, which can travel long distances and easily penetrate most buildings and vehicles. Transmission of long wavelength sound creates biophysical effects; nausea, disorientation, and vomiting yet it was not set for the standard norms for humans no it was for more sensitive ears and unfortunately for Frezzik though the vampires could hear it, it would only cause slight disorientation at best, the werewolf how ever. That was a different story. The over lapping track would be John Petrucci's Jaws of Life.

It would take another moment for Frezzik to realize that his back up plan had pretty much fired and with that the confidence seemed to drain from his face as he let his KA-BAR drop and clatter on the concrete. He had walked in blind not bothering to do delve into the customs, hell he hadn't even known he was talking to THE queen, just going on a whim that just because Vampires had a higher range of hearing that his trick would work. Even if it had worked, would he have been better off, after all if it had all the vampires that had fed would be loosing their last meal and those that hadn't would be dry heaving. That kind of thing would have made him a walking dead man, as if being a kneeling dead man was better. Not to mention the horde of hungry vampires needing food had he succeeded. Luckily that was not the case, instead there would be a very sick werewolf behind him.

His neck would still remain tense as he forced himself to speak and for the first time in a very long time he found himself apologizing. Man if he did some how survive this he was definitely hiring someone for these diplomatic occasions. For frankly he sucked at it. Adverting his eyes so that he was looking down out of respect he would give his apology.

" I am sorry. I had no clue as to who it was I was talking to, your Majesty. I was a fool to not learn the customs, the taboo's before hand. Before even coming here. I regret having offended you. Even though I am no diplomat I would be a bigger fool to expect your forgiveness for my transgressions. My talents lie in assassination and the only thing I can offer is my services for free until I have set things right."

The grip around his neck and having to strain the muscles in it to try to protect himself made it hard for him to talk but he said all that he could and he was honest.

[Nathaniel Devlin]

It was just what Nathaniel had expected. Actually, it was worse than he had expected. The blonde anger was palpable, mirrored by her children as they hissed at Don. The man had made a really, really, stupid mistake; at least, Nate hoped it was a mistake. If all of this was calculated, the young werewolf couldn’t figure out what he would game from this. Animosity from the vampires? Death? Still, even as the blonde darted towards the man, stopping in front of him Nate felt a little sorry for the poor bastard. He could somewhat guess what would happen next and…it wasn’t pretty. No one really deserve death like that…well, no one he knew that is. The blonde’s hand darted out then, wrapping itself on the man’s neck. Nate didn’t dare move to aid the man, even if he wanted to—which he didn’t.

At the blonde’s approach towards the man, the other vamps had come down from their hiding places. They looked like an angry mob as they hissed and cursed at Don, their eyes full of bloodlust only for him. Nate wanted to cover his nose from the smell. Sure, the smell of the vamps was awful even from afar, especially here in their nest, but being in such close proximity to so many, Nate could barely manage keeping a straight face. His scent was royally screwed now. Amidst the entire vampire stink and the apparent angered emotions they all seemed to have, the young man couldn’t pick out Don and Draculesti’s individual scent. Best to stay still, Nate thought. It seemed the vamps weren’t noticing him, not now. The young werewolf thought it prudent not to do anything to get noticed—unless he wanted to follow the man in death.

The blonde vamp pulled the man by the neck then, forcing Don to a kneeling position as she spoke, her tone was venomous. This was what it was like to anger the vamp queen, Nate thought. He was somewhat fearful of the whole scenario. If things turned ugly which was big possibility thanks to the man, Nate may become collateral damage. His mind worked in a frenzy as he tried to looks for ways out, to escape this dangerous nest. He had a plan formed already when he heard the sound. It was…annoying. He didn’t know what it was, just that, it affected his hearing a little with its low buzzing nose. Curious, Nate thought as he determined where it was coming from. It was coming from a car. Odd, now that he noticed it, the car was on. Ah, was that what he did? Nate thought as he glanced back at Don. The man had his hand on his pocket before and, when the blonde grabbed his neck, Nate had thought he heard a click of a button, though the hissing of the whole vampire coven blocked the roar of the engine. Odd, Nate thought as his curiosity ebbed away his initial fear, and his plans for escape. Instead, the young werewolf began to walk towards the car, maneuvering around the vampire mob, uncaring for the danger this act put him through. He could have used his speed to get to the car, but he didn’t really think that was a good idea. Any sudden movements he made might get him attacked. He was indeed curious, but not stupid. Well, not dumber than he already was currently, having dropped his escape plan and instead wading in a sea of angry vamps.

The noise was getting really annoying—annoying enough that he failed to pay attention as Don started groveling before the vamp queen. By then Nate stood next to the car. Maybe this was what Don had planned if things had gone wrong—which they certainly had. Unfortunately, from what Nate could see, none of the vamps were affected or even really noticed the noise. Only the young werewolf seemed to. Nate opened the car easily, though the groan the car made was surely the hinges of the door breaking. Oops, Nate thought as he reached in and grabbed the CD player. With one tug, the CD player came free; the force of the tug ripping the wires it was attached to in two. The sound stopped then though relieving Nate’s ears. Odd, whatever it was seemed to affect him, though not much to cause harm…maybe if he were in wolf form it would’ve worked better. Still, the contraption was worth studying, Nate thought as he put the CD player underneath his coat. He’d study it later—if there were indeed a later.

Nate was by now on the other side of where he initially was. This side had less vamps than the other as they gathered around Draculesti and Don. Nate could escape now if he really wanted to. Unfortunately, Nate’s curiosity got the best of him yet again. The young werewolf wanted to know what would become of the man. Also, he didn’t want to seem rude, leaving without being dismissed. It was shit like that, that got you to where Don was now. Nate saw it fit standing there beside the car and waiting for the whole thing to play out.

[Jusztina Draculesti]

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The sound had hit her ears like an annoying fly buzzing around in her head but she ignored it, not even bothering to see where it was coming from since she was so focused on the man before her. The other vampires seemed to notice it as well but, again, were so heavily distracted by the spectacle, when the noise stopped, only a few tore their eyes away to look over at Nate who had stopped it. In the back of her mind, she made a mental note on what he'd done - how he probably unintentionally was winning her over. She listened to Don's apology and a wicked grin fell on her face, "Your kind are always more attractive when begging for mercy,"

[/i] she let out that laugh of her's again that seemed eerie since it didn't match the situation at all. It was much to light and airy - too mortal. But she opened her jaw wide as she leaned in quickly and sank her fangs into his neck taking two very long and deep gulps before pulling away, tossing him a bit as she held her hand out gracefully and someone gave her a handkerchief. She cleaned off whatever blood trickled down the corner of her mouth and retracted her fangs, taking a few steps to Don and squatting down with the ease and beauty of a swan, fixing a dark strand of his hair that had fallen out of place with her finger, "You were honest and sincere, which I appreciate,"[/i] dear Lord her mood swings were incredible but having had a nice little drink had her in a good mood now and she liked that he apologized.

"You will do the first assignment for free. The rest I will pay you how I see fit,"[/i] she grinned in an almost sweet manner as she leaned in and licked the spot were she had bitten him, "I do recommend you do your reading, hell hound,"[/i] she chuckled, "I was merciful and generous. Others will not be so kind,"[/i] She stood, snapping her fingers at one of the vampires who seemed to go fetch the card she'd thrown and hand it to her. She looked down at it and placed it in her corset, close to her heart, giving it a tap as if to prove she'd forgiven him and all was well in the world...for now, "You will meet me two nights from now in The Admiral's Arm," and she was obviously saying it so the other vampires could hear her and should he a) not show up or b) try to pull anything, they would all be ready with their own assignments to basically have him killed for not going through with this "bargain", "If you do not arrive by midnight, bring anyone else with you, or try to pull some kind of treachery, I will have all my children rip you limb from limb and drink you dry - leaving me the heart so I can have it to myself,"[/i] she smiled and held out a hand as if to help him stand up, "Are we clear Mr. Hell Hound?"[/i]

Oh she was going to have fun playing with her new toy which was obviously how she was viewing Don. He was obviously strong, not as strong as her, but strong enough and, now, smart enough to be useful. His services would be needed anyway, "and Nathaniel,"[/i] she looked over at him, "I expect to hear from you soon,"[/i] her eyes glowed brightly as she looked at him, giving him a small nod of dismissal should he want to leave whenever he so pleased. Then her attention was back on Don and her excited to play with her new G.I Joe action figure.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/div][/center]

[Frezzik Don Kiplen]

Frezzik gazed up at the face of the queen unsure if he was going to live as she flashed her smile before she spoke it made him even more tense as she spoke. But after words she started laughing and the lithe sound caused him to relax as he waited for her to release her gip, only that was not what happened next. As soon as his gaurd was down she had her fangs in his neck that had just instants before would have been an inmovable sheild under his skin. Whether it was ment to cause pain or pleassure Frezzik would only know the later as his body gave a little shudder as Jusztina Draculesti started to drink from the well of life that sprang up from his veins. He would gasp as she took another deep gulp from him as it almost took him to the edge but just as quickly she tossed him away. His mind was in a haze of confusion as his hazzle eyes gazed up at the sky.

Sprawled out on the street his black denim jeans could not hide the bulge he sported. Shaking his head he would start to sit, his head felt light as if he was on a nicotine high and his eyes seemed only able to focus on one person as she finished dabbing her lips as she walked the few steps to him. His fingers would rise to his neck as his mind rased to figure out what had happened to him. Feeling the warmth of the red trickle that seemed to come from the marks on his neck he could only stare speechless into the queens eyes as she brushed a strand of hair from his gaze. It was not ass though he was frieghtend, no he wanted more, to have her drain him dry even though he knew that for that to happen would mean his death.

True his mind was clouded with the rush of thoughts yet every word she spoke he seemed to cling to as she spoke about their arrangement he could care less if she had told him that all the jobs he would do would be for free. Right now he would roll over, sit, and even play dead if she told him too, all to willing. The electricity ran down his spine as she licked the wound she had made sealing the hold she had on him.

"Yes, your Majesty."

Would be his reply, automaticly, as she told him to catch up on his reading and allready his mind wold make a sticky note reminding him to ask which books she would want him to read before he would leave. His eyes would linger in inflatuation as she rose and signaled for the discarded buisness card, his mind going off subject to fanticies of retreiving the card latter only to be broken off as she spoke again causing another sticky note to appear. This one marking the location and time for their next meeting. Her warnings would not be needed do to his inflatuation with the vampire queen but still it would be transcribed into his memory. As he excepted the hand he would once more say," Yes, your Majesty." as he nodded and stood up. He understood perfectly.

His legs were week from his sudden movement earlier but it would not stop him from standing by Jusztina, woundering were their conversations would lead as she dismissed the werewolf that she had been with. He would lace his fingers infront of him as he started to become increasingly aware of the growing imbaressment of having a hard on in well public, not that there was anything to be embaraced about considering how tight fitting his denim jeans were now.

[Jusztina Draculesti]

[FINISHED!]