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Gabriel Villiers

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New Babylon, Velvet Pearl
The Past: Prologue


"I like your style, friend."​

Gabriel had just tipped his head back to relax in the warm springs when he heard that low voice above all the others in the bathhouse.​

He sat upright on the underwater bench and gazed over in that direction, peering through the steam across the sizable pool. Hooded gray eyes stared back at him.​

The black-haired Kindred? The ladies at this palace whispered that he was an Elder in manner and influence equivalent to a prince, rich beyond measure and a generous lover of both males and females. And those eyes... so human. Clear of the red that usually signaled bloodlust in Kindred.​

Fawning admirers surrounded him; so why would the vampire be addressing Gabriel?​

"My style?" He must've watched me tonight. Gabriel was fresh from the Friday night free-for-all, an orgy with dozens of Kine blood dolls. He had just stopped for a soak and a last mug of AB-negative, before returning to his home, the Buckingham.​

To face his failure. The first-ever hunt and seduction he could not complete.​

The vampire's expression was amused. "I saw you in action earlier, sweetheart."​

Gabriel's face warmed at that endearment. Blushing? As a Kindred well-versed in the art of seduction, he did not falter. "I do what I can."​

The other laughed, the rich sound pleasing to the ear. A lock of shoulder-length black hair fell over one of those gray eyes, and he smoothed it back. Though his clean-shaven face was vampire pale, his high cheekbones were tinged with healthy color. "A charmer, aren't you?" He had a thick accent. German? "Come, join us."​

Everyone in the bathhouse - mortals and Kindred alike, fucking on lounge chairs, in the water, even in the air - seemed to be watching this curious exchange.​

What does he want with me? "I'm good, thanks."​

Gasps sounded from all around. The Elder vampire's brows shot up with surprise. Never been turned down before? With a slow grin spreading over his face, the vampire rose and began making his way across the pool.​

Those deserted admirers shot Gabriel killing looks. As if he'd sought this attention? He was straight, which the other Kindred would have gathered if he'd truly watched Gabriel in action.​

Instead of speed-shifting via celerity, the vampire chose to wade through the waist-deep water. He looked to be a few inches taller than Gabriel. Whereas Villiers possessed a brawny build, the Elder was sculpted in lean sinew.​

Other Kindred clocked his hypnotic movements. A succubus riding a muscular Kine on a massage table tweaked her nipples as she stared. When the Elder passed some random Blood Doll - who was getting railed from behind by a huffing domitor - she stretched just to brush her fingertips along his arm.​

Typical vampire magnetism. In order to feed, members of that species lured other beings within striking range. A biological necessity made Kindred some of the most mesmerizing supernatural creatures in existence.​

Once he reached Gabriel, the Elder vampire stretched out on the narrow bench beside him, utterly at ease. "Greetings."​

The Toreador inclined his head. "What's brought you over here?" Into this darkened corner. With me.

"My cock." The Elder gestured to his semi-hard shaft, visible through the steam and water.​

Gabriel tensed. "Pardon?"​

"The wayward thing has a mind of its own. It points, and I must follow." Staring down, he gave a woebegone sigh. "If only it weren't so beautiful..."​

"Your wayward cock was mistaken to point you in my direction." A sentence I never thought I'd utter. Already in this limited exchange, Gabriel had lost his equilibrium and couldn't quite recover it.​

The Elder raised his gaze. "I'm jesting with you," he said, immediately mouthing, I am not jesting with you.

"I desire only females, friend."​

The vampire's lips curved, revealing white teeth and fangs. "My own desires are not as . . . restricted. But I have others who can sate those needs. I did not seek you out for some mere fuck."​

He didn't want to fuck Gabriel? An odd thought arose: What does he find objectionable about me? "Then what do you want?'​

"For now, I'll have your name."​

He grudgingly answered, "Gabriel." The other males Gabe hung out with - rowdy Toreador in Crimson Lights and Blood Doll groupies - seemed far less complex than this vampire.​

"I am Lord Steward, Eric Destler. Call me Eric."​

"Steward of what?"​

"A secret realm. I am afraid I can't say more."​

Was the Elder fucking with him? Though Gabe's closest friend and sire, was of the French aristocracy, he mistrusted the wealthy. She was the rare exception.​

Destler said, "Already I break the laws of my organization, just by conversing with you."​

Gabriel doubted the Elder wanted only conversation. They always want more. He felt as if he lived two lives: his normal existence as a vampire, and his shadow life filled with depraved exploits. No one in his shadow life cared to converse with someone like Gabriel. "You joined me for a reason..."​

"Perhaps I seek the friendship of a fellow connoisseur of beauty? Tell me about yourself."​

Why waste his time with me? The Elder must still think he had a shot at a brief exchange of bodily fluids. The two of them sat unclothed on a bench that seemed to shrink by the instant. If Gabe moved his leg by even an inch, his bare thigh would brush Eric's. "I mean what I said, Steward. I appreciate your interest, but I don't return it."​

"My interest at present is in your mind, Gabriel. I've a Kindred's curiosity, and your behavior fascinates me. Answer a few of my questions, and share a drink with me." He waved for one of the servers to bring over a voluptuous redhead.​

"My mind?" Gabe couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.​

"Yes, your mind."​

Flattered, Gabriel sat a little taller.​

The server arrived with a shapely auburn-haired beauty who cast Destler a look of longing. Had the Elder vampire enjoyed her before? According to others, he had been with most here - because he refused to repeat himself.​

In the meantime, Eric ordered the palace's newest virgin acquisition for his 'handsome new friend.'​

Gabriel raised his brows at the gesture, one he wouldn't normally expect from someone of Destler's status. "Perhaps I can remain... for a few." He did not want to return home yet anyway. He was weary to his bones, had come to this place to release tension.​

"Good man." Eric flashed him a smile of praise. "Ah, my handsome one, what fun you and I shall have together."​

For some reason, a shiver crossed Gabriel's nape. The Elder's words were harmless enough. So why do I feel like I just agreed to far more than a drink?
 

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New Babylon, Velvet Pearl
The Past: Conclusion


"Be a lamb and keep the drinks coming," Eric told the server when she returned with two golden chalices. She was a curvy Kine who'd delivered a memorable blowjob the other night. Her eyes begged for a repeat. His eyes said, My apologies tulip, but it will not happen. A devoted hedonist, Destler had few hard and fast rules in his life - but he never revisited partners.​

Once she left, Gabriel took a swig from his chalice, then licked his lips. "By all the gods, that's smooth. It must have cost a fortune."​

I would spend a fortune just to see you lick those lips again. "I'm a vampire with more gold than time," Eric said absently, his gaze roaming over Gabriel's flawless features - midnight-blue eyes, chiseled chin and jawline, a mouth made for kissing. His towering body exuded masculinity and power, the most magnificent Eric ever beheld.​

Well, outside of his own glorious form. I want him.

Earlier in the orgy, Destler had been pile-driving his third partner - a delightfully greedy succubus - when he'd spotted Gabriel. "Who's the blond?" The way that male had pleasured - and controlled - his own partner was spellbinding.​

Between panting breaths, the succubus had said, "Gabriel Villiers . . . a Toreador."​

A little later, one of Eric's hedonist friends had noticed his gaze drawn repeatedly to the demon, saying, "He's a favorite of the ladies. Let's put it this way: he's the sole male here who doesn't have to pay admission."​

"Is he a favorite of any gents?"​

"Inflexibly hetero."​

"Is he, then?" Destler had smiled. "I like a challenge. He'll become the conquest of conquests." His friends had laid wagers. Amazingly, some were foolish enough to bet against the Elder vampire.​

Now he raised his chalice to Villiers. "Shall we have a toast?"​

Gabriel raised his own. "What should we drink to?"​

"Why, to the bottom, of course."​

They downed their respective cups, and the server was quick with the refills. Once she'd left again, Gabriel said, "I've accepted your payment. Ask your questions."​

Tonight this deliciously dominant male had given Eric two things no one else here would dare: a refusal and an order. Destler found his lack of deference... thrilling. "Straight down to business, then? Am I such loathsome company that you can't wait to get out of my clutches?" I need to clutch those bronzed pecs. While nuzzling the golden chest hair between them. "Very well, I want to know what you were thinking about in that orgy. You Certainly didn't have your mind on your partners."

Tension stole over his broad shoulders. "I heard no complaints."​

Sensitive, sweetheart? "Indeed not. That's part of my interest. Though your thoughts were a million leagues away, you wrung orgasms from those Kine females like juice from grapes." He'd been all alpha, calling the shots - as Destler himself always did.​

"Sometimes my mind wanders during something as immaterial as sex." When Gabriel rubbed his nape, Eric's attention flicked from the Toreador's bulging bicep to the sexy blond hair of his armpit. "How long were you watching me?"​

"Long enough to grow intrigued," Eric met his gaze. "I must know what you were contemplating."​

"I'm not used to revealing private details to strangers." He took a generous swig of his drink, blue eyes growing stormy.​

Gods, those eyes. I want to look up into them as I take his shaft between my lips. Destler stilled at the thought. He'd never been one on his knees - he was a Lord Steward, after all - but he might sample a cock if it belonged to someone like Gabriel. Perhaps I should get pointers from someone who's been around that block more than once? "Shall I go first?" he asked. "Will you trust me if I tell you details from my own life?"​

"Depends on what you share."​

"Very well." Lowering his tone - one of Destler's most foolproof seduction weapons was his raspy, accented voice - he murmured, "I come from a fabled realm that few outsiders have ever been a part of." Hidden deep within New Babylon, Erebos spreads across most of the city. "Considered a Kindred paradise, it is filled with riches and power." Blood runs in fountains, fog wisps over cobblestone streets, and a giant diamond in the highest part of the Autarch's residence... filters the sun. "I'm forbidden to leave my realm without the permission of the Lord Autarch - yet I do leave, often." Because the Autarch likes his blood mead a little too well. "Though I am to stay hidden in mist, unseen by anyone outside of my realm - I am seen by others, regularly."​

Gabriel's lids were half-masted. He looked as if he could have listened to Eric speak for eternity. "You are mad, aren't you?" he asked the Malkavian. "In a way, yes." Even over the smells of hot springs and sex, Eric caught a thread of Gabriel's natural scent - a heady blend that called to mind raindrops and leather. Eric found the scent as exotic as it was tantalizing.​

Gabriel nodded. His drink seemed to be hitting him. He must be unused to the potency of unusual vintages. "A young friend of mine, a Brujah enforcer, was assaulted by a gang of Keres." Eyes flickering black with emotion, he said. "The attack was more vicious than anything I've ever seen; she barely survived. For thirty days, I sat at her bedside while she recovered. For thirty nights, I set out into the city to hunt her assailants." She sounds like more than a friend. "I am no bounty hunter but I can track quite well. Still, the revenant fiends remained hidden from me, their having constantly moving. Tonight was the first night I gave up the search."​

"I am sorry, Gabriel. That must be difficult to accept. If I can be of service, tell me."​

"Why?" The Toreador grew cagey. "You don't know me."​

True. "I can't explain it, but I feel an affinity with you." Perhaps he would remain friends with Gabriel, even after they'd partaken of each other. There's a first time for everything. "It is unusual." Being near this male made him feel at once stimulated and satisfied. Enlivened, yet soothed.​

"Unusual? You are a favorite here. Everyone vies for your attention. I'd say you feel an affinity with many."​

Eric slid him a grin. "So you've noticed me?"​

Gabriel scowled into his cup.​

"My domain, though a paradise of sorts, is full of rules, so I enjoy outlanders' company. But none so much as yours." Not a lie.

"I doubt that," Gabriel said, revealing another intriguing facet to his personality: insecurity. This mighty blond Adonis was vulnerable. It made Eric want to champion him, to clutch him close.​

Protectiveness? How unlike me. "Why should I believe anything you say?" Gabriel asked. He only ever felt protective of his Sire. The rest of the beings inhabiting this world could all go to hell as far as he was concerned.​

"Why shouldn't you? I am incapable of lying." Destler studied the Toreador's breathtaking face. "Do you not feel a like affinity with me?"​

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Oddly, Gabriel did. Or maybe he was enjoying the effects of the smoothest - yet strongest - blood he'd ever consumed. After all, why would he feel a connection with a sophisticated vampire Elder? "Not a sensual affinity, though."​

The Malkavian ran his fingers along the rim of his chalice, his black painted nails trimmed shorter than Gabriel's own. "So you've never been with a male."​

Gabriel shook his head. "Not my cup of tea."​

"It wasn't mine either, until I had a sip." The Elder vampire took a drink then licked a drop of blood from his lip.​

The sight held Gabriel rapt before he blinked back to attention. How to respond to that comment? I see. Very good. Thanks for sharing.

"So what shall we do about your hunt?" the Malkavian asked, mercifully moving to another subject.​

"There is nothing I can do. I must either keep trying solo or give up altogether. Currently, I find myself . . . adrift."​

"Is this female you sought to avenge more than a friend?"​

"Though she is beautiful and talented, I will never view her as more as a cohort, a close ally," Gabriel had taught her how to play baseball and how to ride a horse. But lately, his visits with her had grown increasingly awkward. She was ashamed of how she'd reacted to her gruesome injuries, wishing she'd been stronger. Yet the youthful Neonate had never looked or acted as if she was Kindred. "I've known her for more than a decade."​

"Perhaps we can help each other, then. Join me in Tenebris and we will wallow in meaningless hedonism. In the meantime, I will send forth a small but effective minion horde to help gratify your thirst for revenge..."​

After Gabriel's last two months, that sounded so bloody tempting. If the spoiled Elder wanted to become his patron and ally, maybe Gabe could simply enjoy and reap the benefits of this unusual yet practical acquaintance. But first, he'd make one thing clear... "If you think to seduce me, it wont' happen. I will never desire another male."​

Holding Gabriel's gaze, Eric said, "Around me, you won't ever do anything you don't wish." The Malkavian leaned in closer. "Isn't that the essence of hedonism? Partaking of all the things you want and none of the things you don't?"​

Gabriel couldn't seem to look away. Up this close, he spied a ring of black encircling irises. Mesmerizing... "So why me? Any number of Kindred would leap at the offer you just made."​

Destler's lips curled. "What you do with a partner's body can only be considered art. Young Toreador, consider me a patron of the arts..."​
 

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New Babylon, Velvet Pearl
Present Day


The night was becoming a blur.

Gabriel's surprise was a trio of ravishing Blood Dolls - a pale redhead, an olive-skinned brunette, and a curvaceous blonde - who made their home in the Rising Sun Brothel, originally. Nothing to be proud about, he thought. This must have been a definite step-up, for them. After flirting, teasing, and drinking, the three ended up in an unruly heap on the floor, at the Toreador's feet.

But the vampire's mind was wandering. He had not resigned himself to a life depravity and nothing but. And there was more than that, to Tenebris. But he wanted something that Eric and his brood could not give him, not even close. Just don't do anything rash until then, Valerie.

Not as Gabriel had done for many nights since she told him about Marcus and her. It took roughly one night to contemplate his decision to revisit this place, but the Toreador could not help it - he was still spending every other moment imagining a future with Valerie Modeste - as improbable and fleeting as it had become...

Eric's banter with one of the females roused him from his thoughts. As usual, the Elder had focused his attentions on a redhead. When Destler laughed at the female's playful teasing, Gabriel grew distracted, scarcely noticing as the other two removed their tops.

For weeks, Gabriel had watched Eric seduce any available beauty - they'd even shared females - but the Malkavian's obvious enjoyment of that redhead irritated Gabe for some reason.

Likes claws down a chalkboard. Was it because Gabe had drunk too much tonight?

He moved off, dragging himself off the bench and away from the happy party. Let them drink each other dry for all I care, Gabriel thought. I can't forget her here. And not tonight, it seems like. And the more I drink, the more I want her. She is my charge, under my protection. She struts seductively down my catwalks. And she's in Marcus' bed. And how did this particular, glorious clusterfuck, come about?

Because you did not take her when opportunity struck. Chance, after chance... after chance. You played the gentleman - now live with it - you have no one but yourself to blame.

Marcus would have put me in endless Torpor if I had touched her, Gabriel reasoned with the Beast who had suddenly piped up in his head. There was no way around that infuriating obstacle, at least not until she left Valerian's haven.

Careless steps brought him out of one area and into another. The public bath. Flesh and lust on display. Mouth curved in distaste as he dragged his gaze above the heads of the chamber's lewd participants. Thankfully, the sauna was just ahead. He could hide himself in the mist...
 

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Bored...

The thought kept circling in Rubì's head even as she felt the razor split the skin on the back of her shoulder open. Followed by the feeling of hungry lips and tongue slide over the bleeding flesh. Closing her eyes she moaned as the pleasure spread through her body, making her shiver in the strange man's lap. She was laying on her stomach, arms folded under her head as she felt the vampire slice wound after wound on her back.

The man had been fascinated when he found out she could not feel pain. And was now having the time of his life trying to see if he could carve out some residual nerve that would cause some reaction from her. But all it did, was making her more and more annoyed. Rolling her neck she felt him move down her spine. Making a cut deep enough that it should have made her scream, but all it did was cause her eyes to narrow, not feeling more than a slight pressure.

I hope he is done soon. I have lost all interest in this unimaginative bastard.

And not long after she heard an annoyed sigh from the man. Huffing amused she felt a twinge amusement over the fact that he had not been successful before it was gone again.

"Sorry sugar, better luck next time."

A flirtatious smile lingered on her lips as she rose up from the chaise lounge she had been laying on, and pulled up the sheer piece of fabric that was barely a dress from around her hips.

"Want me to close those and take care of that?"

The man pointed to the drops of blood that started to cling to the fabric on her back. Huffing Rubì shook her head, the biggest one he had closed already, and the other small ones...?

"Why? Everyone here reeks of blood anyway, why not me?"

And with that, she walked away from the man and reached up into her hair for the lollipop that she had stuck into the hair tie that held her hair in a ponytail. Taking off the wrapping she dropped it in a trash can on her way over to the sauna before putting the cherry flavoured candy into her mouth.

The sauna was almost empty say for a couple in the corner and a lonesome figure sitting there. Finding herself a corner she sat down and leaned back to close her eyes for a moment. Seemed her trip here tonight might have been a waste, honestly, she had ended up just feeling annoyed at the man's clumsy cutting of her back. When her shoulder met the wall she looked surprised a moment before reaching back and pulling a razor blade from her back. Looking at it she huffed amused and smirked, before twirling it between her fingers, so that's what he had meant with taking care of that.
 

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Never a moment's peace.

No sooner had Gabriel taken a seat in what appeared to be an empty sauna, than some middle-aged couple showed up and took up a seat in the corner. Thankfully, the urge to slash both their throats deprecated when he noticed they only had eyes for each other. Apparently hands, too.

As they got busy huffing and puffing (and creating an even more dense 'fog'), Gabriel grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around his neck before leaning back against the wall.

The heat was welcoming to his perpetually cold skin. Pity it would not last.

Ears registered new footsteps on the stone floor. Not heavy, but distinct. Another bloody patron making their way here, drawing forth a scowl. From his perch on the bench, he peered at the new arrival, examining the latter in silence.

She had thick, black hair that was pulled into a ponytail although wisps of it hung around her face in endearing disarray of sorts. She wore some kind of a tube-dress. Long. Straight. Overall something that really bugged Gabe's personal sense of style. If she walked a bit closer, he could help her with it. She could go home in his white Louis Vuitton dress shirt.... if he ever managed to find just wherever he left it before coming here.

Lovely, the woman claimed the OTHER corner. Now he was stuck between Ms. Complete Lack of Fashion Sense, and the Sex Crazed Old Farts. He should have stuck it out with the Blood Dolls.

Letting out a groan, the Toreador leaned back and rested his head against the wall fully, peripheral gaze shifting every now and then to keep track of the other people's movements. Just in case the tubed woman was a Maledictus assassin, and the middle-aged couple were really Concordia Elders here to steal his clothes and car keys...

The two were completely enveloped in each other and thus, pointless to watch. The woman... appeared to like razors. She was holding one in her hand now, after having dug it out of some... part of her? Gabriel's nostrils flared, the scent of fresh blood carrying over and its temptation almost doing away with his deeply ingrained sense of self-control. Noting the smirk of amusement in her features, Gabriel rolled his eyes.Twisted bitch. But he wouldn't mind helping her dispose of that blade.

"No sharp objects allowed in the sauna. Read the fucking sign," he muttered loud enough for Rubi to hear while darting a finger to a bloodied and defaced sign above the door.
 

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Her fingers were absentmindedly twirling the blade between her fingers. Eyes closed and not even looking at the blade she was playing with. It didn't matter, she was already enveloped in a constant smell of blood, and another cut or two wouldn't make a difference.

She was trying to keep her mind blank. No thoughts of the past, no thoughts of her revenge, no thoughts of the future. After all, she had come here in search of something she had not felt in years, to find something that could pull her out of the monotony of her life as it was right now. Something inspiring that could give her a spark again. And definitely did she not want to focus on the couple in the corner, that only seemed to get more eager with their audience.

Huffing amused she rolled her neck again, just as she heard an annoyed voice speaking to her. Before she had even opened her eyes her brow arched, and an annoyed expression laid on her face. Rubì suffered strongly from what most people would call a resting bitch face, and when she opened her eyes to look at the man who spoke, he was getting the deluxe version.

"Not my fault people leave their blades in my back. Can't exactly let it stay there."

Letting her eyes roam over what she could see of the stranger, the corner of her mouth twitched in a smirk. He was a good-looking male, one that was probably quite unfamiliar with the word no from the ladies. It wasn't hard to imagine the women that frequented the place to swarm around him. Especially with those eyes and chiselled features. Huffing amused again she leaned her head back and closed her eyes again as she resumed her relaxed position. One knee bent up and the arm with the razor rested on it.

"Where do you suggest I put it? Back in place in my back? Or maybe I will just drop it to the floor, wait and see the face of the poor fucker who steps on it?"

As she spoke she shifted the razor blade from one hand to the other, and with her eyes still closed she reached out as if she was about to just carelessly drop it on the floor. Her tongue swirling the lollipop in her mouth.
 

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"Don't be a cunt, darling." Thick British accent reverberating in that mock plea.

Did she realize her face could freeze like that? Especially if he drained her right here and now. Not like that little razor could stop him. Unless she had a secret military arsenal packed somewhere between her thighs, but Gabriel had his doubts. Not much else could really fit into that 'dress'.

Shirtless, sinewy arm swung out toward her, flat palm opening before curvature of fingers beckoned to her.

"Right here. Lay it nice and flat. You cut me. I cut you. You won't like my version."

Gabriel could almost guarantee that last one. Just then, his gaze drifted to the lollipop, as if having noticed it in her mouth for the very first time. She twirled it wildly but with an almost careless ease. He could imagine that pout closing around his swollen cock, making a much prettier picture, for sure. But the effort...

Working up his blood just to get some suction from what looked to be, a whore from a nearby corner? The Blood Dolls the Toreador left behind moments earlier probably had fewer STDs collectively - than this one had accumulated in a span of a week.

"Get on with it," he murmured thickly, still waiting as calm and patient as he could muster given the circumstances. Was she daft or just high? Judging by her walk earlier, the woman appeared strangely sober in this nest of depraved addicts and users. He had ways of making people do exactly as he wanted but for now, he would simply watch... and wait.
 

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Again her brow arched before she even opened her eyes. The corners of her mouth twitching as she tried to hold back a laughter.

Don't be a cunt.

Oh well, she had been called worse in her life and she did quite often actually act like a cunt. So it wasn't like she was going to start taking offence now. Slowly her eyes opened, just in time to see him hold out his hand for her blade and give her an order. Her brow was still arched amused as she locked gazes with him, clearly in no rush to give up the sharp blade in her hand.

"Sugar. Don't make promises you can't keep."

She could see his eyes drop to the candy in her mouth, but she ignored it and locked her gaze on him again. It wasn't the first time some man had looked at her lips because of the candy, and would probably not be the last, making it awfully boring and mundane. Again he asked for the blade and for a moment she highly considered telling him to shove it. Making it so she laughed and leaned forward a bit, still twirling the blade.

"Que te den vato... Tell me, why would I give it to you?..."

Still smirking, like she was finding the whole conversation extremely amusing she never moved her eyes from him. Dark almost black eyes holding a bit of sparkle to them, like she was having fun.

((Que te den vato = Up your's man/dude))
 

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The woman obviously relied on her tough talk more than her common sense. Or she just thought herself untouchable for some reason. Dumb broad. And not even a blonde. Wait. He was blonde. And several stones' throw away from stupid.

Anyway.

"And who is going to stop me from keeping my promises... you?"

It was a challenge. Simple. Direct. And Gabriel planned to deal with it... but first, he would rip that stupid candy out of her mouth so she could address him with some modicum of respect. Before she could react, he shifted to her location, motion becoming a blur and almost indiscernible in fact - due to the damn fog. Black leather trousers touching the gossamer shift she wore. So delicate. So easy to tear.

Now that he was up close, Gabriel felt like exhaling a stunned breath, if his kind respired. Flawless skin. Coral lips. Ebony hair. The eyes that flickered over him were unnerving and an impossible dark brown, almost black. She was strikingly lovely, with a beauty only hinted at from a distance. On any given day, he would have been recklessly drawn to a girl like this. But not today.

You are no Valerie.

Pale blue eyes raked over her face, studying her with his usual patience.

"Because I asked ...nicely."

And I never ask. Twice.
 

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A soft, honestly amused laughter came from Rubì. Maybe this one wasn't as annoying as the rest of the males she had encountered today. She loved a good challenge, and in this one, she was pretty sure she had the upper hand. The man could cut and carve as much as he wanted, and the most discomfort he was going to get for her was maybe an uncomfortable grunt at the pressure it would produce. Too bad for him that he didn't know about her little advantage.

There was no surprise to be found on her face when he moved, ah, that explained why he was so cocky. She should have noticed it before, but the damn fog in the room had made it hard to see the pale lifeless skin he wore. Feeling the brush of leather against her dress like attire she narrowed her eyes just a tad as she looked him over, now in clearer detail.

Her eyes had not tricked her. He was a damn fine looking man, had it not been for the demanding attitude he gave off. She would have pegged him as some kind of fairytale prince or knight. All the way from his golden hair to the posh accent. Smiling she swirled the candy around in her mouth again, oh had he known how many of his kind she had made meet their final death. He would have probably been even less nice to deal with.

Four words were all that came from him, making her lean back in her relaxed position. Clearly not worried about him at all.

"That was asking nicely? Damn, now I am curious as to what the not nice option is. After all, you do look like some regular Prince Charming..."

Again, looking straight at him she swirled the candy around in her mouth, pausing before continuing. The arm resting on her propped up knee continuously twirling the blade around her fingers. Registering some movement in her peripheral she cast a look to the side and watched the couple leave them alone. Clearly, the mood of the room had become a bit too menacing for them to want to carry on. Looking back at the man she continued her thought.

"Had you not been a vampire, I am pretty sure the scariest thing about you would have been the horror of you forgetting your manners."
 

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Well, you're no princess, to be sure. Not wearing that rag you call a dress...

"Where is the zipper on this poor excuse of a feminine garment?"

Let her play with the damn razor for now. He stood up slowly, grasping one of her elbows and dragging her upward with him in the kind of motion blended with raw strength that would accept no refusal. Reaching around her mid-riff, he found her wrist, the one encasing the blade and he skimmed her long fingers with his own fingertips as his chin leaned in over her shoulder, nostrils picking up a waft of her scent.

"Good girl. But it takes one to know one. You've been around."

Her petty insults broke themselves against him like water on rock. Fingertips carefully skimmed her long fingers. Not really a poise of seduction. More like one of a master accepting the staggering mood changes of a naughty pet. The middle-aged couple took the hint and quietly removed themselves from the venue, closing the door behind them. It was that dull thud that pulled Gabriel away from her and brought forth a feral smile.

Back to the business at hand...

The zipper had been an invisible one, hidden beneath a lip of material hugging it close. Gabriel had seen just about every kind. Undressing (and dressing) himself and others was a kind of ...specialty. Holding the silver pull tab between his thumb and forefinger he caressed the soft hair at the nape of her neck, before tearing down the slider with one fluid motion, exposing the woman's supple but surprisingly muscular back.

"Never mind. I seem to have found it." Among other things...
 

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"Excuse me?"

Her voice was filled with laughter that did not halt when he grabbed hold of her and pulled her to a stance. From the way he was fixating on getting her out of the dress she was starting to wonder about his sexual orientation. Few straight men cared this much about clothes. Feeling his hand move to her the hand that held the razor blade her eyes narrowed slightly, a gentle warning of letting the hand go. No move made to step away from him when he leaned closer.

"You got no idea sugar. And I suggest you remove your hand from mine..."

A single shiver went down her spine when he brushed the nape of her neck. More from the sudden sensation than anything else. Just as she felt the pull on the zipper of her dress she twisted her hand and made one sharp cut to his wrist. Her eyes not moving from him as she felt the fabric fall from her back and the dress pooling around her hips.

"I told you to remove the hand from mine."

No longer caring about the dress she shook her hips, and the dress fell down around her feet on the floor. Stepping out of it but not away from him she smirked.

"Got a problem with my dress?"
 

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Gabriel did not remove his hand from hers. Neither did he flinch when she made a gash in his wrist with the razor. He eyes pooled crimson the instant he saw blood, even if it was his own. One arm moved to wrap around her waist, clamping down and locking in, like a vice wrought in the hardest steel. She could kick, bite, scream, pull and push - and try every other trick in her little book of horrors - her release would only be granted at the time of Gabriel's choice.

You cut me. I cut you. You won't like my version.

His other arm flew toward her face as he tore the candy stem from her throat. Maybe the sudden shock would cause the bitch to choke on the lollipop part. Gabriel wasn't about to lose any sleep over it. Pressing his bloody wrist against her mouth, he smeared it all over her face, making sure some blood made it into her tongue and later, her throat. Her little antics would not have hurt him, would not have even annoyed him. They would only press him to get even. On his own terms, of course.

"Got a problem with my dress?"

"Yes..." he whispered huskily, the hand at her midriff curling into a tight fist. "...it's a cheap ...copy."
 

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The red that pooled in his eyes only caused her to smirk. It wasn't the first time she had seen it and wouldn't be the last, hence it didn't frighten her like it might do other mortals. Very few things on this Earth scared her, and the blonde in front of her was no exception. Not even when he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. There was no point in fighting the grip, that much she knew, and so didn't bother to use her strength on it.

But when he pulled the candy from her lips she cursed. The blade was still in her hand and she was itching to use it on him again, even if it was at most annoying for him. Instead, she spat the lollipop part of the candy straight at his head, if he didn't move he was going get it right in his face. Some aggressive cursing about to leave her ruby painted lips when he pressed his wrist against it. Protesting sounds coming from her as her eyes widened.

Normally she wouldn't have cared about the blood she tasted in her mouth, a few years ago she would have greedily accepted it. But not now when she was trying to pass as a devoted member of The Brotherhood. Ignoring his comment about her cheap dress she lifted her hands, she could already feel the effect from the small amount that made its way behind her tightly-pressed together lips. Making her want to open her mouth wide and moan. It had been so many years since she had last felt it, the high and rush of power that came with it. Memories of home making their way to her mind fueling her anger.

Instead, she made a move to draw the razor blade across his chest, her eyes shining furiously at him. A clear protest to what he was doing along with the knee she lifted to plant firmly in his family jewels.
 

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Gabriel did not flinch, did not move an inch even though he had foreseen Rubì's move. She made things so obvious, it took all the fun out of foreplay. But she did seem to enjoy the taste of Toreador's finest and that brought a careless, almost adorable smile to Gabriel's features. His muscles still taut as he held her, he pressed himself deep and hard against the girl, letting the razor carve a deep gash in his pectoral.

He watched her lap at the blood but knew it was a momentary reflex. This one did -not- want his blood! He realized as soon as her knee came up towards his groin. Shoving her hard against the wall, Gabriel made sure her face met the tiles this time around - before she had the chance to kick or otherwise maim him. One hand came up to clamp over her nape, his frame suddenly right behind her and grabbing the armed hand - the one with the razor still in it - he bent it back and behind her so she could not move it, couldn't even wiggle the damn wrist.

"I could break that little paw and I bet you wouldn't even blink. Do you want me to...?"

Doubtful. That wouldn't teach her any lessons. This one was broken somewhere in there, up in her mind, whatever was left of it. He could smell the foul stench of hate ebbing off her in droves. But not toward him, perhaps? No. Not toward Gabriel. There was someone that disgusted her far more.* Smiling, he leaned in, nipping at her earlobe. "You need to relax, pet. You lose control far too easily...."

Whoever she was so eager to fight, Gabriel did not particularly care about - but he would be damned if she went home without licking his wounds clean, first. For every rash action there are ugly consequences. And if she did not do as he asked? Oh.... he would simply use his presence on her and see how she fared against that. He could already picture her lovely mouth eagerly lapping at his cuts, in restless, undeniable awe of him. It didn't take a lot with these sad, mortal fucks.

I am getting way too cynical at my age...

"You better start talking," he prodded her somewhat ungently, watching the woman's lovely profile only millimeters away. "I don't care if you hate my kind. You will cooperate. You will tell me your name and your purpose here. You will explain your little toy... the razor you so bitterly failed to carve your initials into my chest with. Finally, you will apologize for your rudeness and breaking the rules. And maybe then, I will leave your face intact and let you walk out of here with that rag you call a dress."

You surprise me, the Beast chuckled. I've seen you be plenty merciless to your enemies before - but I've never seen you torture a woman.

She isn't truly a woman, Gabriel snapped, growing irate with the voice in his head. She's just some dumb bint in heat who lacks a proper fashion sense and needs a severe lesson in manners.

Also, perhaps he'd never tortured a woman, because he never needed to.

As he held Rubì immobilized, he waited for her cooperation as he pondered his next move. To do what with her, he didn't know. But she knew what he was. And Gabriel would do whatever it took, to uphold the Masquerade...

AUSPEX - 3
 

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Rubì's eyes widened slightly when the stranger just pressed into the razor blade, making the gash deeper than she had aimed for. She almost laughed. But she never got that far as her face and front made contact with the tiles. It would probably have hurt anyone else, and if not the contact with the wall, then the hold that followed on her wrist. Of course, she struggled, tested the hold he had on her before she relaxed. After all, it did not take long to realize she couldn't wiggle loose of his hold. A soft chuckle rolled from her lips at his words.

"I am starting to wonder if you are trying to beat me up or turn me on..."

Feeling him lean in and nibble her ear she arched a brow and laughed again. Shifting a bit in his hold, just to let him know if he gave her an opening she was going to break her own wrist to get loose. He had a point though, and she knew it. She did have an anger problem, but more often than not it had been helpful. And it got her into more than enough fun situations, like the one she was in now. Hearing him speak again she couldn't do anything but laugh. Wholeheartedly, her body shaking as she tried to calm the laughter.

"Oh sugar, hate your kind? Oh, you got it so wrong, you think I would be here if I did? And even if I explained it to you, I am not sure you would believe me. Better turn on those vampy superpowers and keep up, cus' I won't be saying it again."

Taking a short break she turned her head a bit to see if she could see his face. A confident smirk on her lips. She took a moment to lick the residual blood off her lips before continuing. The harm had already been done, so what the hell.

"My name is Rubì Caldera, and believe it or not but I am kind of a member of The Brotherhood and do not hate your kind at all. I actually grew up loving your kind, if you don't believe me, move your hand and check the burned sigil in my neck. And I will not apologize for shit. I warned you before I cut you, you chose to ignore it. You are a big boy, you will heal."

Her voice held a clear distaste and hatred when she mentioned being a member of The Brotherhood.Taking a moment she shrugged and chuckled amusedly, giving him a mocking apologetic smile.

"Fine. I will apologize for breaking the rules, next time I am here playing with you, I will remember to check my back for razor blades before getting into the sauna."

She couldn't help but feel excited and curious as to how he was going to take this information. At least it explained her knowledge and her attitude towards him. This had at least turned out a lot more fun than her evening had started.
 

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He felt her struggle and held fast. So you still think this is some kid of a negotiation? His fingers spread hers apart slowly, letting her have some semblance of control when it came to the blade. Make her think that she was getting somewhere. And then, just as quickly, dash all those hopes as the razor slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor with a gentle clink. He felt himself leaning in again, as if to make sure she heard him when he replied to her first comment.

"Either one would be a waste of time, don't you think?"

Apparently, she had lots more to say. Good. Gabriel would listen. She had this thing about smirking and laughing - it reminded him of teenage girls on the verge of puberty. When she was done, he paused for a moment, replaying some of the answers she gave in his mind. Then, pulling away abruptly, he swept down to retrieve the razor just as he released her arm from holding it firm behind her back.

"Rubì Caldera. Hunter."

The words were spoken more or less for his benefit but he did not care that she heard them.

"Kind of member? One foot in the Orion, and the other foot in.... the sauna, apparently."

He pointed out to her that he believed far more than most gave him credit for. In an afterthought, he brushed away her ponytail and checked for the sigil she mentioned. Crass. They burned it into her skin, just like she said. One more reason to want to see them spin....crash...and burn...

"Oh, yes - I will most certainly heal - that is not why I asked you to apologize," Gabriel pointed out, taking a seat back on the moisture soaked bench. Wearing these tight leather pants made it worse, but he wouldn't complain. Not to a bitchy mortal, anyway. "You were rude. Now let's skip ahead, since good manners are obviously beyond your coño breeding. Tell me about your lost love for the Brotherhood." He patted the seat next to him, pulling free a towel sheet from the shelf nearby.

"And put this on. I don't need to see whatever you've got...growing there."

coño - cunt (Spanish)
 

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"Depends on who you ask. Sometimes one can do with a good ass-kicking."

It was hard to judge simply on the way she spoke if she was speaking of herself or him. Her dark eyes not giving anything off, not even when she felt him remove the blade from her hand.

Awe... Not so fun being cut is it?

But she didn't protest. She wasn't exactly in a position to do it. Patiently she waited for his reaction to her identity and was actually a bit surprised when he abruptly let go of her. Pulling her hand back she rubbed the wrist, more because she knew it was most likely sore than her actually being in pain. Turning around she heard him repeat some of what she had said, maybe she should have used her fake identity.

"More a member of necessity."

When he checked the back of her neck for the sigil of Ghouls she didn't move. After all, she had told him to check it. Turning again she watched as he sat down, and told her she had been rude. Arching her brow she gave him a "you are not the one to talk" look as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I was rude, because you were darling. You get what you give. And if you didn't want to see my boobs, you shouldn't have taken off my dress. Live with your choices."

She did not sit down next to him. But rather in a spot a little away from him, where she could lean back against the wall and still see him clearly in front of her. Ignoring both the towel and her dress as she got comfortable.

"I grew up with my mother and stepfather, they were vampires. The Brotherhood found us before my stepdad could embrace me, and made me kill them. Now, I want to see The Brotherhood burn and it's leaders head on a pike. There is nothing more to it than that. They took my family and future from me, now I am going to take theirs away from them. And what better position to do it from, then as one of them that they don't expect?"

Shrugging she spoke about it like she was discussing dinner plans, her voice cold and carefree. But it wasn't hard for an attentive person to see the look in her eyes, that pure burning desire for destruction that came from madness.
 

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"You really do have a one-track mind."

Shaking his head, Gabriel pulled a smartphone out of his pocket and activated the device before sending out a quick text. Patrick, what the hell would I do without you. He could already imagine the chauffeur's chagrin, having to walk through the gauntlet of sexual gluttony before making it to the sauna with a couple of crisp, fresh shirts. Hopefully he wouldn't trip over any bodies or the whole effort would be for naught.

He glanced to the gash on his chest and noted it was not too bad. Nothing that would cause him to bleed to death, anyway. Pity, because a part of him might have enjoyed her tongue on his mist-covered skin. She probably wouldn't like it, though. The frigid, irritating skin of a vampire didn't do human touch any favors.

"I pointed out the rules, and you thought you were above them. Nothing more."

Noting that she took up a spot away from him - not a considerable distance but still respectfully ...secluded. As much as one could be in here, anyway.

"You lost your family to the Brotherhood. Revenge time, is that it? You want to bring them to their knees. So you are here to solicit help from my kind, to what, storm David Stern's little Fortress of Doom? Not enough to see them suffer, you want to wipe them out altogether? Well, good luck with that. I hope you have some kind of weapon of mass destruction handy. You're going to need it."

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Patrick strolled in, holding a black garment bag with a hanger attached - which he promptly handed to the Toreador.

"Thank you, Patrick," he smiled at the man and gestured to Rubi. "Miss Caldera thanks you too, I'm sure. See you in a bit, old man."

The chauffeur nodded in Rubi's direction and then bowed to Gabriel, before pivoting on his heel and walking right out, closing the door behind him. As usual, he opted not to say anything. His boss's company did not concern him. Whatever Gabriel dealt with, Gabriel could handle. And whatever he could not handle, he would eliminate. The ghoul had learned this long ago and it suited him just fine.

The vampire turned to inspect the bag for any perforations and noting none, he hung it up on the nearby nail that once held a picture frame, judging by the white outline of a rectangle amidst a splash of ivory. Turning back to his companion, he resumed his spot on the bench, bare feet tapping carefree, against the wet floor as he tried to recall what he was about to say to Rubi before Patrick came in. Ah, yes - he meant to address the boobs-and-dress snipe.

"Your dress is a fake, as I have pointed out before. I hope you did not spend actual money to acquire it."
 

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" A girl wants what she can't have I assume."

No more explanation was given to her statement. With no interest she watched him pick out his phone and do something on it, send a text most likely before putting it away. When he mentioned she thought herself above the rules she huffed amused and shook her head. No, she did not think herself above the rules, but she had never been one to take orders from strangers. So when he had asked for the blade, she had not wished to give it to him. And what a fun she had gotten instead.

"Oh no, darling. I am not here on business, just for fun. I have already started to get the help I need from your kind. Sadly the most fun I have gotten here today is meeting you. So might have been a wasted trip. Besides, I don't need a weapon of mass destruction, I have other tricks."

The knock on the door drew her attention away from the stranger and to the door where a new man entered. But as soon as she realized it had been the stranger calling for the man her attention drifted away, until she heard her name. Arching a brow she looked at the man and nodded a greeting before looking away again. The conversation turned back to her dress making her shake her head and roll her eyes.

"No, I picked it off the corpse of one of your kind that I took care of the other night."

Her voice dripping in sarcasm. Of course, she had paid for the dress. That was usually how one came by clothes. Rolling her neck she was a bit pissed that he had removed her candy, she still had a craving for it. Looking back at him her eyes had softened a bit, now looking more bored than bitchy.

"Since you keep throwing my name around I feel it is only fair you tell me yours. Or I can just keep calling you names, but it's going to sound unimaginative after a while."
 

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