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"It appears so. Maybe a girl should bite off less than she can chew."

Rubì definitely perked up his interest while mentioning that she was already getting the help she needed - and from his kind, no less. Well, that just -had- to be followed with another snipe in his direction. Make that two. Gabriel shrugged, grabbing a bottle of moisturizer from the nearby shelf which he then proceeded to squeeze out onto his palm and gently massage into his skin - avoiding the open cuts made by his companion.

"Oh, I don't doubt you can turn other tricks, honey."

Miss Caldera only had two modes. The Bitch mode and the Crazy Bitch mode. Neither appealed at this moment and frankly, she was starting to get on his nerves rather immensely, if it wasn't for the fact that he still wanted to know who among the Kindred was helping her, and how they were doing it.

Noting that she was rolling her neck and trying to avoid looking at the discarded lollipop stick he pulled out of her mouth earlier, Gabriel grinned. "Missing something? Gotta love something in your mouth at all times, eh? Rolling your tongue over it, twirling and sucking.... nasty habit, that. Then again, there are things you could put in there that won't cause cavities, you know..."

He was fucking with her, obviously. And she would know it, because he made no effort to be subtle. Her type would not be able to catch subtlety if it came up and sat on her face. And his name? Oh, naturally. Because we're such close pals. "You can call me James." Not a lie. Using my middle name, after all.
 

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She didn't reply to his initial comment. There was no need, she was more than capable of determining when she was biting over too much. And the man in front of her? He had not even seen a fraction of her talents. Her eyes followed the movement of his hands over his skin, taking a moment just to find her calm place again. She knew she was a bitch, that few people ever really liked spending time with her. And it was just how she liked it, it made it so that she never had people close, didn't have to care about others.

"You got no idea."

When he spoke again, mentioning her rather strange oral fetish, her eyes narrowed. But this time there was no threat in them, just amusement.

"Interested in a test run love? Didn't think your kind was that fascinated with such things, last time I checked you guys had more interest for other pleasures..."

Of course, she knew that he was fucking with her. She had learned a long time ago that there was only one kind of pleasure of the flesh his kind liked. Unless they were getting something out of it, and she was pretty sure if he really wanted his dick sucked he would go and find someone else than her. Hearing his name she got an expression of disbelief on her face, no doubt in her mind from the way he said it that it wasn't quite the truth.

Hooded eyes locked with his as she gave him a flirtatious smile.

"If you want some, all you have to do is ask you know. Wouldn't be the first to have a taste."

There was something about him now when the threats had subsided that amused her. She had already gotten to see that there was more hiding underneath his gentleman's facade, and it honestly made her more curious about the man. If he really had those kinds of sides to him, why was he hiding them?
 

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"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You're free to speculate, of course."

It did not surprise him at all that she jumped all over the mention of her sucker. Or... the things she loved to keep in her mouth.

"I am not, sweetheart. But I am sure you've met some of my 'kind' that will be all over you like a cheap suit, and fuck you all the colors of the rainbow. Waste of good blood, I say. There are better ways to come. Speaking of which..."

He had made up his mind about this once she mentioned having a taste - but it had nothing to do with it. Well, no - that's a lie. He did want to lose himself in a woman tonight. Take one to forget the other... "You sure you can handle it?" He stared at her, hand reaching out lazily, fingertips brushing across her abdomen. Warm, supple skin. Cool palm traveled upward brushing the underside of her exposed breast and flicked away before his thumb could graze one pert nipple.

Not Valerie.

"I have some... expectations you may find hard to keep up with."

Standing up, he walked over to the garment bag and unzipped it, pulling out a shirt. He walked over to her and pulled her up from her seat, somewhat roughly. His mouth brushed her temple in an uncharacteristic, soft gesture. Not at all what his blood was dictating right now. Once again he looked her over, running a hand over his mouth at the sight of those high, plump breasts. Could they be any more beautiful? He could spend hours tonguing those coral-pink nipples and fondling her pale flesh.

He began to speak, then had to cough into his fist to continue. "And I don't ask. Your skin is flushed. You want me to have that taste. In fact, you are the one who wants to join me tonight, I believe." He expected her to object and insult him in reply, hopefully driving away thoughts of doing the unthinkable tonight. He did not want her to know his body did not respond to hers. When it did, it was forced and fake. Whatever it took to get her sweet vitae down his throat. Thankfully, he still had his vague memories of being human. He relied on those more often than not, to seduce and claim his gullible victims.

Rubì Caldera would be no different.

"Put this on," he whispered, wrapping the white Louis Vuitton shirt around her slim shoulders and swiping the 'dress' from the floor in one fell swoop. He would wait until she did as bid and hopefully buttoned up the garment - if not, he would do the honors himself. He'd be damned if half this menagerie got a free glimpse of that gorgeous rack...
 

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She laughed. Yeah, she had met more than enough of his kind that still seemed hooked on the human way of doing it. Men more than willing to play around with her, at least as long as they got a taste of her. More fun to play with than most human males, too little was needed to get them interested, and they could rarely give her what she wanted. When he asked if she was up for it, she actually got a curious look on her face. Her brow arching as her eyes dropped to the hand that was slowly caressing her skin, making goosebumps in its trail. She didn't speak until he removed his hand.

"I am sure I can handle it cariño... I'll be surprised if I haven't seen or experienced it before."

Rubì loved a challenge and was always up for proving herself. She watched as he moved over to the bag his friend had delivered. Seeing him pull out a shirt she assumed he was going to get dressed and was about to reach for her dress when he pulled her to a stance again. Her brow arching confused at the sudden brush of lips against her temple. When he spoke again Rubì laughed and smiled flirtatiously.

"Maybe you are right, maybe I do want it. After all... It's a pleasure unlike anything mortals can give me."

The shirt that was suddenly wrapped around her made her confused again before she chuckled. He really didn't like her dress if he went to such troubles to get her into something else. Oh well, if that's what he wanted she did not mind. Quickly she put on the shirt and buttoned it up, leaving a few open so she still had some cleavage.

"You must really have a problem with my dress."

It honestly amused her, and for a moment she considered picking up the hated piece of fabric and taking it with her. Just so she could put it on again when going home. It would probably even bug him just to know she was still wearing the thing. But he pushed it out of the way, having clearly discarded the thing in his mind.
 

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"If you please me tonight, I will arrange for you to have several to replace that rag."

Gabriel's eyes were oddly intense, a stormy blue - quite a departure from the blue-green swirls that he often displayed - but at least the crimson flecks had faded altogether.

"And please call me James. You don't see me assaulting you with Scottish brogue, do you? Show me the equal courtesy - if you CAN."

I'm sure it's driving you insane right now. Marcus would love you on his torture rack. Hmm, a possibility? It will all depend on all the answers I can drag out of that pretty swan-like throat.

Moving to grab the other shirt, he wrapped it over his sinewy frame, closing three buttons from the bottom and leaving the rest open. Unlike Rubi, he had no cleavage to display but the sheer glimpse of his masculine chest sent many female hearts aflutter, just the same. Grabbing the bag in one hand he hung it over one forearm, then grabbed a hold of the girl's wrist with the other.

"Don't worry, I'll be bringing the rag with us. Maybe it will help turn you on in ways I cannot possibly imagine."

Yanking on her hand, Gabriel kicked open the door and strode through it, dragging her along with and hoping she could keep up the pace.

It would definitely help forecast how the rest of the night would go.
 

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She met his intense gaze with one of her own. He could look at her like that all he wanted and it wouldn't make a difference, she would always meet anyone's gaze fearlessly.

"Fine James, I will use your name. As for the dresses, as long as I have something to go home in I don't really care much. I don't wear many dresses usually anyway."

Finishing getting the shirt on she watched as he did the same. Crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for him to get ready. Noting that he didn't close the shirt completely either. Shamelessly she looked at him and had to admit to herself that she could easily see how women might swoon around him. When he grabbed her wrist she almost commented on it but opted to keep her thoughts to herself. But the mention of the dress made her laugh as she followed him.

"I don't care about the dress. It served its purpose, burn it for all I care."

She noticed that he didn't care much if she managed to follow along or not. Making her roll her eyes behind his back before she picked up the pace so he didn't have to haul her after him. She was a fit and muscular woman - trained to hunt his kind, making speed was essential - and had no problem keeping up with the pace he set.

Someone needs to tell him he doesn't have to drag me after my wrist like an impossible child. It's not like I am going to run off.

Amused by her own thoughts she huffed silently to herself as she picked up the pace so she came up next to him.
 

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"Good princess."

Having Rubi cower before his glare was not an expectation if that's what she thought. He had other ways of making people cower, bend or beg. If she cared to sample any of them, he could oblige, no skin off his back.

"And that's a pity," he commented on her saying she did not wear many dresses. "You could look divine in a proper dress, instead of parading around resembling the town slut. Or is that merely a part of your arsenal that will be used to take down the Brotherhood?"

Before she could answer, he pulled her close and slanted his mouth over hers as they walked out. Peripheral gaze caught a glimpse of Eric Destler frolicking in the foyer and Gabriel did not care to stop by and make nice. Enough of the evening had already been wasted on the man. Plus, he'd have to explain the cuts on his torso and the ridiculously muscled girl.

Fuck that. We have a meeting in two days, I'll talk to him about it, then.

Eric seemed to stop in his tracks, pushed away a couple of scantily clad succubi and took a step toward them as if about to follow. "Play it like I'm your god of sex, kitten." He grabbed one of her palms and swung it around to cup his leather-clad ass. Did she really have no common sense?

Swinging open the door, he felt the cool fall breeze assault his senses. Without thinking, he forced his tongue into her mouth and played around in there for a few seconds. Moisture and heat, two of his favorites - drenched his stiff organ and he forced a moan as his eyes continued to search for Destler, ears listening for the man's footsteps.

Swinging to the side, he made their presence semi-scarce from general view. Night time shadows. Broken street lights. They all seemed to play to his tune tonight. When the coast seemed clear, Gabriel pulled away from the girl and gripped her wrist again as if nothing happened.

"My ride or yours, Miss Caldera?"
 

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With a face filled with humour, she cast a look up at him when he asked if her sense of style had anything to do with her plans for The Brotherhood. But before she could answer he stopped her. The sudden feeling of his mouth over hers made her suspicious for a moment before she noticed him casting a look to the side. She couldn't do the same but assumed he had his reasons so she played along. The order that came for her to play along was not really needed, but she was happy to oblige, curious as to who they were putting on a show for.

Cupping his ass she pressed her body against his as they moved, acting like she was made intoxicated by his mere presence, something she was not unfamiliar with. Her hand squeezing his ass as the other ran up his chest. She trusted him to guide them out of there and was made aware that they were outside first when feeling the cold air on her bare legs. The deepening of the kiss surprised her, but not as much as the forced moan that came from him. Making it more clear he was trying to stop someone from approaching them.

When he pulled away and shifted back to holding her wrist she licked her lips and arched a brow.

"Well, that was some acting. Got friends in there you don't wanna share with?"

The question of rides made her smile wide as she nodded towards the monster of a bike she rode.

"We can always take mine if you want to."

Taking a few steps she came up ahead of him and walked towards her bike. He still had a hold on her wrist so if he did not want to, he could just stop her. But since he didn't she pulled him with her to the bike and lifted the seat grabbing her helmet and jacket, offering him the extra one she always had with her. Shrugging on her jacket and pulling her helmet on she swung a long bare leg over the bike and kicked it off its stance before waiting for him to get on behind her.

"I promise I won't go too fast..."

She taunted as she waited for him to get on, and when he did and she felt him have a solid grip on her she started the engine. And with a roar of the machinery, fitting the monstrosity of a bike she sped out of there with a laughter. She truly loved riding her bike.

"You better tell me where we are going"

Her voice suddenly came in his ear through the built-in coms in the helmets.
 

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Well, good - at least Rubì wasn't a complete dunce. She figured out what was going on, more or less - and having done so, quickly buried herself in the part. Perhaps all ...too quickly? Inward shrug. She was a succubus, for sure. Given the chance, she would turn anyone's head and then suck them dry for all they were worth.

You won't get anywhere with this specimen, Gabriel thought darkly.

"Yes, you could say my kind excels at whatever artistry we put our hearts into."

He did not address the question because it was none of her business. She should figure that out quick, by his silence on the matter.

"Your ride should do fine. As long as it's not some kind of gauche skull thron--"

Never-fucking-mind. Blissfully averting his gaze from the monster-machine, Gabriel sent a brief text to Patrick as he addressed the woman without looking up from his smartphone.

"No speed you could go at could satisfy me."

Mmm, Prince Douchebag, at your service!

Up yours.

Gabriel mounted the 'bike' and slipped on the spare helmet, figuring she would be abusing the com soon enough. He was not wrong. As she asked for the address, he simply told her, "Thirteen-sixty-nine Heritage Park Estates." If Rubì had no clue where that was, he would have to persuade her to let him drive. He could already hear the 'over my dead body' offer. Maybe another time, when she no longer had useful information to parlay.

He gripped 'the succubus' tight by the waist, leaning against her back as the minute change instantly lent a more aerodynamic profile to the bike and riders.

"Do your worst."
 

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It didn't cause more of a reaction from her than a shrug and huff when he ignored her question. She had understood a while ago that they were not going to be sharing their hopes and dreams and become besties. So instead she watched him get situated on the bike and put on his helmet.

The address came, luckily she knew the part of town and easily turned the right direction. Hearing him dare her to do her worst she just chuckled and speed up, no bother to tell him to hang on. To bad for him if he wasn't prepared for the speed she set for them. Feeling the usual rush of riding her bike in high speed she grinned wide in her helmet. Knowing very well that she was able to outrun most cops at this speed.

Obviously, it did not take them long to arrive at the right place. Only when they turned in between houses and larger estates did she slow down the speed so that she could find the right house. She almost snorted when the pure white house showed up and she realized that was where they were going.

Oh yeah, this one definitely is trying to keep up a facade. Doesn't surprise me that it looks so... Sterile.

Seeing a gate coming up ahead she slowed down a bit more, just to see the gate open on its own. Perfect. Speeding up again with a new roar of the engine she drove through it and up to the house, coming to a stop at the end of the driveway. Kicking it down to a parked stance she waited for Gabriel to get off before she got off herself. Taking off the helmet she shook her ponytail loose and opened the seat so they could but the helmets back in their compartment. She also took off her jacket and put it with them before looking to Gabriel with one hand on her hip.

Casting a look at the house she nodded a bit impressed.

"Nice house, is it just as white inside? Probably good you aren't mortal, or it might give you a headache."
 

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Dismounting, Gabriel unbuckled the helmet and slipped it off his head, shaking out an unruly mane of natural gold curls. He looked to Rubi's profile, appraising her as she appraised the house. Skeptical brows narrowed at the question and commentary she posed.

"I did not build this house, and saw no reason to change it much. Portable wealth is well, portable. I move around a lot. No point in making things perfectly beautiful if you're just going to let them go in the end, is there?"

Thoughts shifted to Valerie and Gabriel wondered whether he could ever let HER go. Maybe that was no longer a choice? Maybe she was never his to have on any terms, to begin with. Bloody interfering thoughts. He had a guest to look after. Hand darted out to grab Rubi's, fingers intertwining with hers whether she liked it or not.

"Let me play host... and we'll see if you get a headache by the end of this night."

There was no grace period in which Rubi could answer before her arm was yanked forward and Gabriel began walking in long, swift strides. Patrick had beaten them home. He could see the man opening the main door from the inside and leaving them open as he stepped outside and bowed when Gabriel passed. No words were exchanged as none were required.

Wasting little time, the vampire took his guest to the large room upstairs, where most of the walls were lined with closets that featured mirrored doors. The floor was littered with velvet appointed upholstery, making it look inviting, expensive and comfortable.

"Sit."

He ordered, proceeding to one of the closets as he let go of her hand. Sliding over one of the doors, he revealed an assembly of hangers and clothes of all kinds, styles and colors. Not in the mood to be picky, Gabriel began taking some hangers off, not stopping the momentum until he had a small pile of layers hanging over one arm.

The clothes were for Rubi, to replace the 'rag' he took off of her earlier, in the sauna. That one, he had deposited in the wastebasket, not caring whether his guest would object or not. If she had any common sense, she'd welcome his help to look...well, less trashy?

Pivoting on his heel, Gabriel strode back towards Rubi and pulled her close, removing the shirt off her shoulders with one hand. Stormy blues rested firmly in her dark eyes, visibly disinterested in taking a peek at the rest of her. Once the shirt was off - by whatever means - he would dump the pile of dresses on the settee nearest her.

"Pick one."

His voice was cold and devoid of amusement.

"Be quick about it."

Don't make it into a show; there is nothing you can flaunt I haven't seen elsewhere - not to mention - better.

Walking to the door, he stepped outside for a moment, conversing in low tones with someone else who appeared to have joined him. Probably Patrick or some other lackey eager to please. When he stepped back in, Gabriel left the door open as if expecting someone. Skeptical gaze raked over his guest, as he walked over to a nearby window and glanced at the slim silhouette of a new moon, above.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, without looking at her. "I'll have some food brought."

 

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She could relate to portable wealth and moving around a lot. After she had left her adoptive parents house she had never travelled with more than she could fit on her bike. The rest of her stuff was spread over the country in different storage facilities or could be sent for when she had a temporary home. It was easier to have the weapons she prefered stored all around then trying to get them across the state lines or borders everytime she had to cross them.

He didn't give her a moment to reply though but followed up with grabbing her arm and continue his prefered method of just pulling her along. Rolling her eyes behind his back she was trying to decide if this was worth it. If she had to play nice, why did he have to treat her like an insolent child? Again she opted not to comment on it but just nodded to the man from before and followed her newest "friend" inside his home.

Coming inside the rather large walk-in closet, her eyes widened slightly. Oh yeah, this one had a small obsession with clothes from the look of it. When told to sit she dropped down and crossed one leg over the other and let her dark eyes watch what he was doing. An amused huff escaped her as she watched him pull out dress after dress. He had obviously not been joking about getting her new clothes.

When he came over and pulled her up again before starting to pull off the shirt she didn't struggle. Just looked at him with an "are you serious?" expression. Not moving until he told her to pick one. Turning around without a word she looked at the dresses. The two black ones spoke to her immediately making her pull them up to get a better look. But when she did she brushed a red one that made her smirk. IT was too long, much longer than she usually liked, to restricting if the need to fight should arise. But the colour...

Grabbing it and dropping the black ones she lifted it and let it slip down over her frame. Turning to a mirror she looked at herself and by some inspiration, she reached up and pulled the hair tie out of her hair. Making the obsidian silky strands fall down around her face. Wishing she had not left her red lipstick in the leather jacket.

"No thanks. I am not hungry. But I could do with a drink."

Deciding that she looked good enough she turned to him with an "Are you pleased now?" expression as she rested a hand on her hip.

"Acceptable?"
 

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Gabriel turned to give the woman a quick glance-over. Curious. That she chose the longest gown in the bunch surprised him. That she picked the one with the color red, did not. Streetwalker vibe is alive and well, in this one. He would have preferred to see her in the pale flapper dress that would bring out her olive skin and dark eyes/hair.

"To you? I hope so. To me? Heh, sweetheart, you are not my kind of poison."

Taking a couple of steps toward her, Gabriel extended his arm. Thankfully, his pants had dried in the wind on the way here, so he felt no need to change them. His shirt smelled like a dusky autumn evening. He liked that a lot.

"I hope you make words with that mouth," he glanced to Rubi skeptically. "Reasonable, intelligent, informative words."

Just as he said this, there was some noise in the hallway outside, and shortly after, a silver-toned server cart with two shelves was wheeled in - sporting some wine bottles and a couple of plates with fruit appetizers along with dark chocolate arrayed in fanciful floral designs.

"Right on time," Gabriel observed, dismissing the valet after gesturing for him to leave the cart. "White or red?" Stepping up to the bottles, he perused the labels, noting that one of them featured his favorite vintage - a robust O-negative.

Wine. The perfect preemptive strike.
 

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Tilting her head to the side she arched a brow and looked at him with a sly smirk. There was something in the way he said it made her pretty sure he already knew what his poison was.

Oh, it all makes a little more sense now... There is already someone filling his mind.

Taking his arm she smiled and cast a look up. Letting him finish speaking before she offered some thoughts on the matter.

"Depends on what you want to know darling. Oh, I am sorry. James..." She drew out the name like she was still doubting its authenticity. "If you want to know about The Brotherhood, I am going to need something for it. Nothing comes free in this world. If you want to know about me, just ask, but I doubt that..."

She watched as the cart was rolled in. Pausing as the valet came inside and keeping silent until he had left. The question of red or white was not answered at first, instead, she walked over to the other side of the cart and picked up a piece of chocolate. The decadent flavour made her smile before she pointed at the white one.

"On the other hand... If you want to know about my other friends in this town, I am afraid you can't afford the price of that information. A funny thing that, seems everytime I meet a new one of your kind, that is always what they want to know. What other little demons I have on my shoulder, watching over me."

Her eyes were sparkling playfully, hinting to the strong will that laid behind her pretty face. If she didn't want to tell him, he was going to have to work hard to get that information. Picking up a piece of fruit she looked at it a moment before her eyes moved to him, looking at him through heavy lashes.

"Tell me... Who is she or him? The poison that fills your mind?" Smiling confidently she put the piece of fruit in her mouth and swallowed before continuing. "It's not hard for a woman with a trained eye to see when a man is taken, even if it is in his mind alone."
 

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The way she accentuated his name caught Gabriel's attention. If she thought for one moment he was truly fucking with her, she was barking up the wrong tree with that one. "That is my name, Rubi. One of many. Surely one versed in my kind knows full well that we do not go around sporting the original names we were born with? The authorities would have a field day with that one..."

He watched her eat the chocolate; specifically, how her mouth slowly wrapped around the rectangular piece of cocoa and sucked at it ever so slowly before taking a bite. The gesture of picking out white wine did not go unnoticed; his peripheral vision caught it the moment it emerged.

Nosy bitch. You like to play games. All kinds of games, by my estimate...

"No, I'm not interested in the Brotherhood. As far as I'm concerned, they are harmless by comparison to what they are up against. If you feel the necessity to enlighten me as to your person, do. As to the rest... I could make you sing like a very sad... broken little bird, but that might ruin the dress which you are wearing so deliciously. I expect you to be similarly attired for all our future meetings," he noted absently, pouring himself a glass of vitae but not partaking of it, just yet.

As expected, she was not about to tell him about her Kindred 'friends', although the label here was hardly appropriate. The Kindred world was one of favors so if Rubi was claiming to have 'other friends in town', if they were vampire - she owed them just as much as they owed her. Her first stupid move was to confirm that she had some other games cooking. Now all Gabriel had to do, was find out... where and with whom, they were being played.

"I would strongly suggest that you stop fucking around, eat the chocolate, drink the wine - hump my cock - whatever turns your crank... but in the end, not only do I expect you to meet my price - I expect you to love it. Wildly. I don't like getting vexed. It brings out my unappealing side, or so I'm told. Like right now - you're asking me things that don't really matter, pet. And you are way off base. I am not taken. Your interest is noted, but I prefer less trash, more class."

If she persists in this vein, I may have to open one of hers.
 

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There was no point in her making another comment on his name. Of course, she knew his kind changed their identities frequently, it was a necessity for them. Still, she had her doubts about him giving her his actual first name. Oh well, if he didn't want to share it she was probably not going to have a hard time finding the right information.

As the conversation moved on she moved for the white wine, pouring herself a glass as she listened to what he had to say. Not reacting until he called her a broken bird. Her brow arched as she cast a look at him. She didn't like that much but chose to let her anger go instead of starting a fight over his impression of her. Let him believe whatever he wanted, she was no broken bird.

Future meetings?" A soft snort left her as she took the filled glass and lifted it, not yet taking a sip. "I have yet to see that this is going to be a productive meeting, apart from the new dress..." Then she did a graceful ladylike bow of gratitude while lifting her glass, showing that she knew how to be a lady, just chose not to use the knowledge. If it was to irk him or just because she didn't care was up to him to find out.

Lifting the glass the last bit to her lips she let the crisp refreshing taste slip down her throat. She was still warm and dehydrated from the sauna, and first now when she was tasting the refreshment did she let herself feel it. Taking another healthy sip she lowered her glass and looked at him as he spoke.

Auch. Seems I hit a nerve... Fun...

Grabbing another piece of chocolate and her wine she walked away and found herself a seat, eyes lingering on him as she smiled.

"I have no doubt it's a mighty fine cock, and that it's more than fun to ride it. But before I get to the fun stuff, I like to know the price I am paying, no matter how much you say I will love it. I like to know up front if my prize is worth the price. I am sure you can understand that..."

Giving him an elevator glance she was clearly judging if he was worth the price. Crossing one leg over the other she leaned back and put the chocolate in her mouth before she rested her head on her hand. It didn't surprise that he didn't like being vexed, he didn't seem the type to like games, too stuck up. Too tight reigns on himself. A playful pout came on her lips before she spoke again.

"Too bad really, I have always loved a good game... And if your unappealing side is anything like it was in the sauna, I am sure we could have lots of fun with that."

She decided that for now, it might as well be best to lay the topic of his poison, whoever she was, dead. It would have been a delightful piece of information to have on him, but she surely could wait with it a moment or two. Even though curiosity was teasing her every nerve.
 

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White wine? Interesting. The Toreador figured she'd be more a red girl. Must have struck a nerve when he pronounced her a broken bird, because those shapely dark eyebrows narrowed at him like sharp twin daggers. If looks could kill...

"The meeting is already productive from a certain point of view."

Watching her bow with a very feminine, almost feline grace surprised Gabriel. She was not all prickles and thorns, but she certainly had a multitude of each. They were used as dangerous 'walls', warding off potential predators. Either she was a bitch for the sake of being one... because it's so much fun! ...or this girl lived through a holocaust of pain and what she mentioned before, in the sauna room - was but a stepping stone to her own private hell.

And what's it to me? Everybody hurts. All the time. Why should this one be more special than anyone else?

Valerie had to live through a life of blindness, spending every day in darkness, being reliant on the good will of others. He could not imagine anything worse, personally. Sometimes, he wondered if maybe death would not be a greater blessing to her, berating himself for such thoughts only moments after - because in truth, he never met anyone who loved life more than this lonely, seemingly cursed, blind girl...

Looking up, he realized that Rubi was singing praises to his cock, with her usual sarcastic verve. It elicited a smirk, as he wiggled his finger at her. Come closer... I will tell you what the prize is... Oh, he understood alright. Was she begging for more pain, from him? Still, it occurred to Gabriel that it wasn't pain she was after. No, this girl did not react to it the way most women would. She did not even flinch when pulling the razor blade from her flesh. It was almost as if the feeling was entirely foreign to her or perhaps... non existent?

"What was it about that time in the sauna, that you liked so much, miss Caldera? Tell me. In vivid detail."
 

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"Depends on what you want out of it. Which is something I have yet to figure out. What it is you want..."

Moments of silence followed. Only broken by her calm relaxed breathing and the sound of beverages being consumed. At least on her part. Her eyes never moved from him, determined to see every wheel and piece turning in his mind. It was interesting to see his mind wander for a moment, clearly far away in his own mind, consumed with thoughts of far away.

Finally, his attention turned back to her. A smirk covering his lips as he wiggled his finger at her. Arching a brow playfully to welcome him back she huffed amused and took another sip of her drink. His question surprised her for a moment though, enough to make her stop drinking and instead drop the glass. Putting it down on the seat next to her with just a gentle hand at the rim keeping it steady. Leaning forward a bit she smiled a bit dreamily as she chuckled.

"I am not sure..."

She took another minute, just looking at him with now a softer look on her face as she just looked amused. Mostly with herself, it seemed. Sighing she leaned back in her seat again, raking her hand through her hair.

"You seem to keep yourself on a tight leash. And I don't see why you would. You are at the top of the world, apex predator. The world is your candy store, with walking candy smiling and willingly following you home. You don't get sick, you don't age, you can drink, smoke, fuck, drink and kill until you are seeing stars, and who would stop you?"

For a moment she actually looked jealous at him, the look in her eyes still a bit dreamy as she cleared her throat with a new sip of her wine. Then she rose up from her seat and came walking over to him slowly, pink tongue licking her lips to remove the remnants of wine.

"I guess I found it amusing to see you drop the leash. To see you be the deep dark and gritty. Makes me wonder how many more levels there are..." Stopping in front of him she lifted a hand and with two fingers made a walking motion up his chest. " I guess I just... Like monsters... And the best ones are usually the ones that feel they need to hide, even from other monsters." Removing her hand from his chest she dropped it and turned to return to her seat.
 

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"Which Kindred you have made bargains with. Who owes you favors... and whom do YOU owe..."

A smirk of amusement followed as she went out of her way to sing the praises of being a vampire. Clearly, she either did not see the obvious disadvantages or did not give a fuck that they were there. How narrow-minded of you, miss Caldera. But there is a flaw with your philosophy. You see, we don't really live...

It hit him just then, the parallel to the rebellious woman before him. She too, did not really live. Rather than appease her curiosity by offering some sarcasm-laced comments to her own observations, Gabriel decided to take the conversation in a much different direction.

"There is no end to some levels, muñeca. So you would be disappointed, trying to uncover them all. Although I am prepared to take you places you will enjoy in spite of your earlier objections." His hand moved over the front of his shirt, fingertips spreading the unbuttoned material wide enough for her to see the already healing scar she left there. With that rusty razor of hers. Then again, in all likelihood it wasn't even hers. Why would she carry it in her back of all places?

She likes monsters, Gabriel. Shall we let her play with ours?

The Toreador huffed inwardly. The girl turned, the slim column of her red dress exposing the lovely arch of her back... One hand reached out to grab her shoulder, solidifying her movements in place. The other, with his long, sharp fingernails exposed, slashed at the smooth, silky satin of unprotected skin. Once. Twice. Three times. Shallow...cuts. Shallow....... Cuts.

You touch me... I touch you back.

His voice dropped to a seductive hiss. "Going somewhere?" His index fingernail dug into the first open gash, peeling away at the layer of skin, slowly... painstakingly so. Strips of skin and blood beginning to lace her back as he pulled her close - so close, the girl slammed against his chest - hard. Eyes flecked with crimson looked to her profile, watching for any presence of emotion. ANY...emotion.

"And what do you hide from, muñeca? Your past...? Your hatred for the present is ebbing from you in waves.. Delicious darkness. And yet, you are such a sad excuse for a human, pet. If your attitude could scream to high heaven - would there be anyone in it, to hear you? No, there would not. And that is why you are caught in this pathetic holding pattern, between the need for revenge.... and the need to die. After all... what is the point of living, if you can't feel alive?"
 

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"That is information others are willing to pay dearly for me to keep to myself. Why would I tell you?"

Her eyes dropped to the already healing wound on his chest, almost fascinated, before they looked up at him as he spoke. But she was already turning away to walk back to her seat and drink. She had no doubts there were layers there she would not be able to get to, deeply hidden for some reason or other.

Feeling the hand on her shoulder she was about to turn her head and throw him some snappy comment when she felt something on her back. There was no pain, as always, but rather a form of pressure that made her pause. Nerves almost anxiously waiting to feel something else than the deep-seated feeling of absence. Three times she felt it. She even almost closed her eyes as she waited for it to turn into something else.

The tone of his voice made her eyes narrow slightly, as the corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. Another snarky comment about wanting her wine almost coming out her lips, before she suddenly paused. Her back stiffened as she felt... Something. She was not sure what he was doing, but whatever it was it was closer to actual pain than she had felt in years. Taking a deep shivering breath she focused on it, smiling, feeling her nerves scream out, but no signal ever reached her brain. But it was something, a sharp pressure that moved over her back, making her want to shiver.

When he suddenly pulled her back he effectively pulled her out of her almost daydream like state. Groaning as she met with his chest her eyes fluttered open. Turning her head to look at him her eyes were narrow, but they weren't not as hostile anymore, more relaxed like someone who had felt a piece of release.

But it quickly changed as he spoke. Hostility came back in her eyes, as the muscles around them twitched annoyed. He was hitting a nerve that she did not like. And at the same time, she could see that that was what he was hoping for. So she put on her confident smirk again and huffed amused.

"No one would hear me scream to the heavens because all the ones I care about are residing a bit lower down darling. And a pathetic excuse for a human? Then what does that make you? A pathetic excuse for a vampire? At least I am not afraid of taking part in everything life has to offer. And I don't make excuses for what I am."

Taking a moment she felt the blood trickle down her back, closing her eyes before opening them again to look at him.

"And yes I want to die, die and be reborn. As was the intended destiny for me, until others took it from me."
 

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