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[h3][color=goldenrod]S Y L V I A[/color] & [color=9e0b0f]A M E L I A[/color][/h3]
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[b][color=goldenrod]Location: VIP Lounge → Bathroom → Dancefloor → Outside (Sylvia)[/color][/b]
[b][color=9e0b0f]Interacting with[/color][/b] Each other [sub][@Viciousmarrow][/sub]
[b][color=goldenrod]Hungry → Spoiled → Flustered → Heartfelt → Mischievous → Flirtatious → Aroused → Disappointed → Somber[/color][/b]
[b][color=9e0b0f]Protective → Hungry → Nervous → 
Careful → Contemplating → Disoriented → Freaking out → Embracing → Dangerously playful → Seductive → Whole → Shocked → Afraid
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Amelia kept quite for most of the time. Instead of talking she scowled at any guy throwing a bit too cheerful smile at her or Sylvia. Like a mother lion protecting her cub. Of course, it felt a little excessive. But at the same time, she knew it was the best thing for Sylvia. They easily reached the VIP room, where one flash of the gold cards was enough to let them in. Amelia led the girl to a nice and comfortable couch, only to collapse next to her a few moments later. [color=9e0b0f]“Honestly?”[/color] Amelia asked, peering the lights on the ceiling. [color=9e0b0f]“You’re a bit of a bitch.”[/color] She didn’t have the mental capacity to remain nice and lie just so someone wouldn’t feel bad. [color=9e0b0f]“But then again, we all got our flaws, don’t we?”[/color] she said, smiling at the girl. Feeling somewhat revigorated after the short pause she stopped, jumped up and exclaimed: [color=9e0b0f]“I don’t know about you but I’m thirsty and hungry! You want anything from the bar?”[/color]

Sylvia couldn’t help but snicker at the blonde’s honesty. The words rang true though and she knew it; the Princess of Mayweather had one of the sharpest tongues around. It wasn’t something she was exactly proud of, but she didn’t know how to stop being a complete bitch. Most people sucked, and often times she took it on herself to say what others wouldn’t. Usually it wasn’t with the best intentions though. Here in the room, without all the hustle and bustle downstairs, Sylvia felt more relaxed, especially with Amelia around. That one was already turning out to be one of her most favorite people, even though she hadn’t known her long. As the vampiress stood up, the redhead nestled her head up against the arm of the seat while her long legs sprawled out and took up most of the space, as if she were about to fall asleep. [color=goldenrod]“I’d love something to eat. I think I’m done with alcohol though. I just want a soda or something. I’m not exactly very picky about food, so maybe you should surprise me?”[/color] Sylvia cooed, too lazy to get up. Her dark, gleaming orbs practically begged the attractive blonde to grab themselves sustenance. Though, the princess could guess what the vampire really wanted to feed on…

Amelia nodded in affirmation and made her way towards the bar. She wasn’t entirely sure if the place served food, but then again what bar didn’t? When she asked the nearby bartender what she had for snacks the woman rambled off some very complex snacks like scampi with lemon drizzle and cookies made with 5 different chocolates. As delicious as the cookies sounded, it really didn’t seem like the food Amelia was interested at all. In fact, if she remembered anything from Marcus’ stories then it was that fried food was the way to go. So with a bit of color in her cheek she told the bartender that Virgil told them they could have anything they wanted, and right then they really just wanted some fat heavy food. It earned her a scowl, but the name Virgil did the magic trick. The bartender vanished behind the swaying doors. A few moments later a pan flew out. As the door was flung open for a moment Amelia could hear ranting in what could only be Italian. A few moments later the bartender returned with just a hint of vanishing fear on her face. She quickly informed Amelia her food would be ready soon.

With a plate of scampi’s and fried chicken wings thrown chaotically around it, a small bottle of water and a sweet cocktail Amelia randomly choose she returned to Sylvia. Carefully she placed the plate near the small cocktail table and handed the princess her water with a smile. [color=9e0b0f]“Sugary drinks will follow, just get that in your system first.”[/color] Amelia smiled, as she took a sip of her cocktail. Then, in a moment of savagery, she grabbed a chicken wing and devoured it completely, except for the bone. She did it quickly, but the tasteful food made her fangs come out, helping her to tear off the meat. After putting down the bone she couldn’t help but laugh. [color=9e0b0f]“Look at us! Two girls dressed for clubbing half-laying on couches eating fried food in the top nighttime establishment of New York. If this isn’t a story to tell then I don’t know what is.”[/color]

The smell of food was a dream come true, and when her gaze fell upon the delicacies that awaited her, she nearly fell in love with Amelia. Good food was the door to a girl’s heart after all! [color=goldenrod]“Oh! This looks wonderful! I never would have expected a von Carstein to enjoy such cheap food though.”[/color] she commented as a cold bottle of water was handed to her. As the blonde commanded, the princess took a long swig of the crisp liquid before she bit into her own chicken wing. However, her eyes lit up when she saw Amelia devour her food in nearly an instant. The sight of her fangs brought back the memory of them in the bathroom, and a flush of red spread on her cheeks. Suddenly, the redhead found herself choking on her food, somehow forgetting to swallow in the moment she had been fixated on her companion. Clutching her throat with one hand, she quickly reached for the water bottle once again and luckily managed to wash down the dam of food. 

Taking in a deep breath and beating her chest, Sylvia cleared her throat to ensure everything had gone down fine. Slightly embarrassed by the spectacle, her face fell to the floor. [color=goldenrod]“I can’t say I’m really in the mood for clubbing, unfortunately. That’s always been Jenna’s thing. I usually just sit around because I’m not much of a dancer. I like… more [i]intimate[/i] things, like long walks and conversations.”[/color] For all her sophistication, apparently she really wasn’t a hard woman to appease. Jenna hadn’t ever really caught onto that though. She was always wanting to do [i]this[/i] and [i]that[/i] whereas Sylvia had wanted to just stay home. Realistically, the two of them had drastically differing wants, something the princess now realized. It was a match that simply wasn't meant to be. She sat there and twiddled her thumbs for a moment before munching on a piece of scampi. [color=goldenrod]“Err… What about you, Amelia? What do you like to do?”[/color] Surprisingly, there was some hint of nervousness in the ginger’s voice. It wasn't everyday that she made a new friend, after all. Well, someone who could potentially be more than that too...

Amelia swallowed hard when Sylvia called her ‘von Carstein’. For the best part of her stay at Mayweather, she thought that so far nobody caught wind of who she really was. But apparently Sylvia knew and she wasn’t one to keep her mouth shut. Trying to smile again, she said: [color=9e0b0f]“I don’t know what people got against fried food. It’s tasty.”[/color] But then Mayweather’s princess started coughing, much to the distress of Amelia who wasn’t entirely sure at what point she should get up and do… something. [color=9e0b0f]“Are you okay?”[/color] she asked worriedly. Having Sylvia choke on food now wasn’t really what she wanted for the night. Luckily the girl recovered quickly enough.

A little lost in her worried thought Amelia said there. When Sylvia asked what she liked, she didn’t have an immediate answer. Mostly she liked helping other people or doing things with other people so they would be happy. What did she like? Of course, there were the average things like music or food. But everyone liked those. Still, it was really the only answer she really had. [color=9e0b0f]“I –euhm- Music? I suppose?”[/color] she said, kind of nervous as she fully knew it wasn’t a satisfactory answer. But instead of waiting for Sylvia to try to dig deeper she countered: [color=9e0b0f]“So… how did, you know, you and Jenna. How did that happen?”[/color] She didn’t sound nervous but rather cautious. The second she learned that Jenna was only 16 flags went up everywhere in her head. Now, after the whole ordeal in the Wolf’s Den, topped off with Sylvia saying they were so different, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder how that all started out.

But there was a secret motive, fueled by the yearning deep inside of her. Love was a foreign concept to her, one her father had ‘protected’ her from. Or so he claimed. The truth was that the very subject scared Amelia to no end and she had no idea why. Was it because it would make her vulnerable? Still, she did yearn for what she perceived as impossible. Yearning turned into curiosity, which forced her to ask the question. How does one fall in love?

Just music? Everybody loved music! Sylvia opened her mouth to inquire more about Amelia’s interests, but was instead met by the vampire’s own question. [color=goldenrod]“Us? Well, we’ve been friends since I was a little girl. Her Auntie Maybell took her to my 10th birthday party, and they ended up being one of the few people that actually showed up. I uh… have never been exceptionally popular. But since then we were inseparable. I thought that our friendship was becoming more than that as she… sexually matured, but I can’t see any future in that now. I don’t know, there’s nothing there anymore. It’s just a downward spiral.”[/color] Sylvia gave a summarized version of her and Jenna’s length tale. There was a hint of sadness in her voice, but the redhead remained strong. Being without her best friend would be tough, but perhaps this falling out was for the best. Jenna could do everything she wanted, just as Sylvia was free to pursue her own ends.
 
[color=goldenrod]“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. It was bound to happen one way or another. I’m still going to care about her, even if we’re not friends anymore. Just... nothing more than that.”[/color] she reassured her newfound friend with a grasp of her hand. It was strange, opening up like this to someone she barely knew. But Amelia felt like a trustworthy person. Something about the blonde was innately soothing and revealed a different side to Sylvia. [color=goldenrod]“You know, I don’t think I have ever met someone quite like you… You care an awful lot about a rude bitch, you know?”[/color] Sylvia suddenly spoke, adding a chuckle at the end. Her cat like eyes narrowed in on Amelia and silently studied every inch of her. She wasn’t sure if this was all just a ploy to bring the vainglorious Princess to her knees or if she genuinely cared about her. If the redhead had to guess though, she was sure the vampiress was an honest soul. 

Amelia couldn’t help but chuckle at Sylvia’s comment. [color=9e0b0f]“Yeah that’s me! The girl that cares! Honestly, I just want everyone to be happy in their lives. Or at the least the happiest they can be at the moment.”[/color] She gave Sylvia a genuine smile. [color=9e0b0f]“Even you deserve to be happy.”[/color] She added, thinking about Jenna. Her and Sylvia’s relationship was definitely going through a tough spot now. At one side, Amelia wanted to do nothing more than telling Sylvia to definitely not think of the 16-year-old in an amorous way. She told herself that it was mentally unhealthy, for both parties. On the other side, what did she know about something as fickle as love? She never experienced it herself. Or rather, she never let herself experience it.

[color=9e0b0f]“I don’t believe that your friendship with Jenna will end here.”[/color] Amelia said, before taking a sip from her glass. But not because she was particularly thirsty. It was more to give herself an extra moment to make sure her words wouldn’t hurt Sylvia. [color=9e0b0f]“Even friends fight. In fact, it’s what strengthens the bonds. Nothing is harder than telling someone you care about something that’s wrong with her. It asks a lot of courage.”[/color] Amelia wasn’t entirely sure if courage was behind Sylvia’s outburst against Jenna. She rather guessed it to be anger, which was actually a little more dangerous. Rage in itself, without any subject even, could hurt and act poisonous. Join that with words and suddenly you were throwing knives at someone you considered a friend. But none of that would help Sylvia, so Amelia kept that part quiet. The most important thing was that Sylvia got a break from today. [color=9e0b0f]“I guess the most important thing is that tomorrow you have an honest talk with Jenna.”[/color] She honestly hoped Sylvia would do it because it would seem there was more going on than Jenna tricking them into a club.

In between all the eating and drinking, the vampiress’ head began to feel a little heavy. And her skin glowed like she was on fire. All that she would have sensed, if not for the deep conversation she was having with Sylvia. She had to break the love subject, and there was so much she wanted to say to Sylvia. [i]Just wait until she’s a little mature.[/i] Or [i]Better not pursue her, it’s what she likes.[/i] Or even the classic: [i]You deserve better![/i] But instead of any of those, she just asked: [color=9e0b0f]“Do you think you love her?”[/color] Before looking down in her 2/3th drained cocktail. She knew the reason why she asked it, or at least she thought she knew the actual one. If tomorrow they would talk, it was paramount that both people knew where they stood on their own feelings. But once again, what she thought to be an honest and pure reason was still tainted by her own yearning to know about something that, to her, was very elusive.

Oh, this woman was a flatterer! Sylvia? Courageous? She nearly burst out in laughter at the notion. There was nothing further from the truth, but the sentiment was well received at the very least. Amelia seemed very concerned with her and Jenna’s relationship, and she had every right to be. It wasn’t every day that friends broke ties at the drop of a dime over pettiness. However, Sylvia knew that the rift between them wouldn’t heal overnight. The wound was likely to fester and grow before it got better, considering Jenna was still a teenager and didn’t know how to deal with her emotions, even less so than Sylvia. The Princess of Mayweather would have to wait a few weeks for the storm to die down. Even if she did try tomorrow, the youngest Lovelace would probably just ignore her.

Then the blonde got onto the topic of love and whether or not Sylvia [i]loved[/i] Jenna. That in itself rose a red flag in her head. [color=goldenrod]“Love? I love her as a friend, and I’m sure I could love her romantically. But the truth of the matter is that anything romantic between the two of us would be [i]incredibly[/i] toxic. You saw how it went down. Plus, she’s the type to want a polyamorous relationship whereas I’m just want one lover. I can’t sleep around like she does.”[/color] she explained to her companion truthfully. [color=goldenrod]“I just can’t see that happening now.”[/color] Internally, she wondered why the vampiress was so interested in her relationship with Jenna. The blonde had been on a roll with all these questions, digging deeper and deeper. But to what end?

Suddenly, the presumed answer hit the redhead like a sack of bricks. All these questions and the flattery made sense! [color=goldenrod]“[i]Ooooh.[/i] I get it now…”[/color] A coy grin spread upon Sylvia’s lovely lips and she shot a glare at Amelia that silently said [i]‘I know what you’re up to’[/i]. [color=goldenrod]“You little minx!”[/color] Deftly, her body slid closer to the voluptuous vampires until their noses were only inches away. [color=goldenrod]“You’ve got a crush on me, don’t you? [i]That’s[/i] why you’ve been asking about Jenna. To make sure I was going to remain a single lady, right?”[/color] Her words were coated in an alluring intrigue, that smug look of hers still beaming at Amelia. By the looks of it, Sylvia appeared quite enthralled by this revelation. She wasn’t entirely sure what had made the von Carstein have a faint heart for her though since she had been nothing but a mess today. Maybe her blood had intoxicating effects on the vampiress? Or perhaps she had a thing for redheads? There was no clear cut answer unfortunately. Nonetheless, the Princess was [i]very[/i] interested, especially since the hatchet with Jenna had been buried.

Amelia would have heard it all normally. But as she sipped her cocktail, her senses both sharpened and softened. The music got louder and louder and the thumped in her head. She could feel her skin heating up with the rush of blood. But she couldn’t hear Sylvia’s talking, she could barely focus enough on her mouth which turned blurry. But the lights turned brighter and clearer than ever before. She could barely smell the fried food on the table but that the same time she could smell the lust and sweat coming from the dancefloor. For a moment she could focus on Sylvia, but the girl was already done and now sat a few inches away from her. [color=9e0b0f]“I.. what?”[/color] Amelia asked, confused, fighting incredibly hard as her blood rose to her cheeks. Though right after she said those words she knew she wouldn’t be okay. [color=9e0b0f]“I’m sorry, I’ll be right back![/color]” she assured Sylvia as the vampiress shot up from the couch. Stress was written all over her face. She never experienced anything like that.

Nearly dashing for the bathroom she quickly ran for an open stall and locked herself in. Even through the thick walls, she could feel the throbbing bass from the music. She fumbled for her phone. While her hands kept shaking she finally managed to choose the right number.

“Any particular reason you woke me up, sis?”

[color=9e0b0f]“Marcus! Oh god, Marcus you got to help me!”[/color]

“Calm down, what’s the matter?”

[color=9e0b0f]“I’m at… Oh god. I’m at Delirium and-“[/color]

“Wait, what? Why did you go to Delirium?”

[color=9e0b0f]“I’ll, I’ll try to explain it tomorrow but Marcus, you have to help me. I’m shaking. I’m hot. I can smell people from the dancefloor and-“[/color]

“And you can see colors brighter and sharper than ever before? Bass is thumping in your head?”

[color=9e0b0f]“How do you know?”[/color]

“I went to Delphina. So I went to Delirium. You drank, didn’t you? No worries, you’re not dying. We’re vampires. Our senses are stronger than those of humans. But we mentally block those out because if we walked around all day like that, we’d overload. Now with alcohol, those barriers are lifted.”

[color=9e0b0f]“So I’m overloading!?”[/color]

“No, no. One night like that shouldn’t harm you. It’s when you go through that day and night. Which is pretty much impossible unless you’re planning on staying drunk for a week. No, the best thing you can do right now is to just accept it. Let it happen. You’ll feel high like a kite! It’s actually quite fun. Just remember, don’t panic and whatever happens, happens.”

[color=9e0b0f]“Thanks. I love you, Marcus.”[/color]

“Love you too sis, now go out and party. But remember, you have to call me in the morning. I want to know how you got into Delirium and why.”

He ended the conversation. Slowly Amelia put the phone away again. Just let it happen? Let it loose. She rarely ever let herself go, but now was as good as any moment she thought. Carefully she slipped out of the stall and walked up the to the mirror opposite to it. With a splash of water, she tried to refresh herself, and then looked into the mirror. [color=9e0b0f]“Just… let yourself… go.”[/color] She said to herself, hoping the moment after she spoke the words no-one was in the stalls. She relaxed her senses, and the grip she kept over her mind. The bass thumping got harder, the sound finer, the sweat got exhilarating. She took it all up, and her heart sent her up high again. Beating like crazy it pumped the blood through her again.

Aw! So she was right! Sylvia snickered to herself as Amelia quickly excused herself to the bathroom, that pretty face of hers scarlet with what the redhead could only assume was embarrassment. She’d heard stories of the von Carstein’s traditional setup and wondered if the blonde had ever dated anyone before. Given her demeanor and supposed anxiety, Sylvia guessed no. Absolutely adorable! The prospect of ending up with her had a giddy feeling well up in her stomach. Such a wild adventure awaited. Though she wanted to interrogate the girl further about her emotions on the subject and cut right to the chase, Sylvia decided to give Amelia some time to herself in the bathroom. Not too much time, but enough to gather her bearings. Only then did she begin to follow the alluring vampires into the bathroom.

Sauntering up the vixen as stood by the sink, she comfortingly placed her hand on Amelia’s back. The other woman seemed a bit out of it, maybe even uncomfortable. [color=goldenrod]“Are you alright? Do you want to leave and go watch a movie or something?”[/color] Sylvia inquired, cocking an eyebrow at her charming companion. This club was hardly a place fitting for the two of them, but she was willing to stay if that’s what Amelia wanted. Was Eliana still here? The thought of the bookish brunette partying at Delirium was positively absurd. No doubt she’d left as soon as the fire between Jenna and herself died.

Amelia took a deep breath and was ready to push her off the washing bins to go outside again. For once she’d be alive at night. For days she had the night shift at the infirmary. When she didn’t, watching movies was all she ever did. And as she didn’t have a roommate, she mostly did that alone. Being and doing things alone wasn’t a foreign thing to the vampire. But for once she wanted to be more than just singing along to Disney songs. For once she just wanted to feel alive. No, she wanted to be more than feel alive!

But then Sylvia entered the bathroom, putting her hand on Amelia’s shoulder. Suddenly all desire to live and feel more than alive was pushed back for worry. Sylvia clearly wasn’t in the mood to stay. She didn’t even want to drink. Yet Amelia wanted to. She wanted to do all of that. For once she did not want to be the usual Amelia. The held back girl that was always the caretaker, the friend that made sure everyone got home safely. But those thoughts were unfair. They were selfish. With a deep breath she turned around, and with a weary smile asked: [color=9e0b0f]“I don’t know, do you?”[/color] She begged and hoped that Sylvia would turn around. That she would want to stay. But for now, that’s all she could do.

[color=goldenrod]“That’s probably the most womanly thing I’ve heard all day.”[/color] Their conversation was definitely reminiscent of a stereotypical boyfriend-girlfriend scenario right now, which forced a snort of laughter from Sylvia’s throat. It was fairly obvious that a movie was not in Amelia’s sight, and judging from her earlier insistence that they stay in the club, the princess deduced she had a want to lose herself tonight. [color=goldenrod]“Well, then. Let’s get a few more drinks in you and [i]just maybe[/i] you’ll get a dance with me.”[/color] the redhead teased. Aggressively, she kissed the other woman’s cheek, grabbed both of her hands, and began guiding her to the dancefloor, the stage where she would show her companion how to have a good time. The vampiress was going to feel awful tomorrow, there was no doubt about that, and there might even be a few regrets made, but as the redhead exclaimed to her,  [color=goldenrod]“Don’t worry about a thing. Mama Sylvia is going to take care of you tonight!”[/color]

Amelia wanted to be hesitant, knowing full well the Princess of Mayweather might not be entirely up for a crazy night on the dance floor. In fact, was Amelia herself ready for it!? Of course, she danced quite a bit on her own in her room when she was alone. With speakers blaring out whatever club music was popular back then. But she never imagined she’d actually have to dance in such a crowd. But the second she got outside the bathroom something hit her like a truck. The heat, the sweat, the smell of desire. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to return to the bathroom, staying in a safe environment that didn’t engage her senses as much. But she took a deep breath instead, while still being pulled by Sylvia. Her brother said she’d better get used to it.

So that was her goal, to no longer fight her senses but embrace them. She did that, right when they got out of the VIP room and went down towards the dance floor. The air was thick with Gianna’s influence. Amelia saw a girl climb off the DJ stage and a different tune started to play. Was that… Hindi? Amelia couldn’t understand a word that was said, but she liked the beat and more and more people began to dance. Sylvia was able to drag her on the floor. Amelia didn’t really know what to do. But she felt she had to do something. Without even considering if it was a good idea she pulled back from Sylvia, stopping them. She immediately inched closer, not knowing what she’d say. Instead, she let her heart speak for once, without caring for the consequences: [color=9e0b0f]“Oh I’m going to dance with you, and you’re going to like it.”[/color] With that she opened up her mouth a little, revealing that her fangs were out before she licked her lip and moved a bit away from Sylvia and started dancing.

The music wasn't exactly to Sylvia's palate, as most EDM sounded like squawking rubber chickens set to a simple 4/4 pattern, quite unlike the metalcore and pop punk artists she favored. The dancefloor was awfully crowded, and to make matters worse, it smelled like body odor, alcohol, and sex. How anybody could find this room full of flapping idiots appealing was beyond her, but she'd been with Jenna to so many clubs that it was something she could at least tolerate. Being with a beautiful woman tended to make most situations tolerable, in fact, and Amelia was no exception to this rule. As she lead them through the busy crowd, the blonde suddenly stopped her and neared Sylvia's own body with imposing authority. The vampire's "threat" combined with the baring of her tantalizing fangs sent a nigh orgasmic shiver down the princess' spine. In a mere matter of seconds, she found herself warm with arousal and wanting more of this side of her companion. Dominance was [i]so[/i] hot.

 [color=goldenrod]"What will you do to me, I wonder? Will you [i]punish[/i] me like you did earlier? Oh, [i]please[/i], mistress, anything but that..."[/color] Sylvia crooned like a terrified servant awaiting her master's sentencing. They had scarcely begun dancing and she was already wrapped up in a need for the other woman. The redhead closed the gap between her and the beckoning beauty until they were bosom-to-bosom. Her hazel eyes oozed lustful tones as she moved her hips, her arms, and legs in tandem with Amelia's. Neither of them could call themselves professional dancers, but there was a sensual pattern in their turbulent movement. The world around them disappeared in Sylvia's head, just the two of them performing an erotic tango. Right now, the blonde vixen before her could get away with nearly anything...

Amelia’s vampiric nature wasn’t just released, it was given a willing prey. Sylvia had no idea what effect she was having on the vampiress’ darker nature. But Amelia did, she could feel it. Power, hunger, lust. Her heart beat harder than ever. All that only got enhanced by the power of Gianna in the air. She started burning with sensation, with her every move becoming both wilder and more suggestive. Amelia let her hands go over her willing prey, feeling the hot touch of her skin. Before pushing her away slightly, beckoning her to come and pursue her. The vampires loved how much their prey wanted them. How they’d crave and nearly beg for the bite. And they would keep it away from them. Building up the feeling, the want. More than once did Amelia get close to Sylvia’s neck, licking the soft, pale skin there with just the point of her tongue, only to pull back again and throw a mischievous smile.

[color=9e0b0f]“Oh I’d punish you alright.”[/color] Her vampire side was now in control and it sent Amelia’s body into a rush of different feelings. But mostly she felt happy and completely without worry. Once more she inched closer towards Sylvia’s lips. To Amelia, all of this was but a game. Nothing more but something to pass the time here. And to get ready for the ultimate rush. Using her lips to distract Sylvia she lead the Princess along in the dance in such a way that the moment that right before they touched, the Princess would be turned around and held in a tight embrace. As the vampiress finally gave the bloody kiss on the Princess’ neck. In the middle of the dancefloor.

The elusive game Amelia played with Sylvia, as if she were nothing more than a toy, drove the redhead wild. The touch of her skin, the gleam of her blue eyes, the swaying of those blonde locks... It was as if she were stuck in a sensual dream with a goddess of lust. She had never felt such an overpowering urge, an obsessive need to be taken by anyone. Even Jenna was second rate compared to the vampiress' allure. Finally, after silently begging the Mistress of the Night, Amelia's fangs sank into the flesh of her neck. Euphoria rippled throughtout her consciousness, a sensation greater than any drug or experience could warrant. While she reveled in the ecstasy, her lips squeaked out a soft moan and her lithe hands went back to Amelia's hips, sinking her well manicured nails into the other woman's skin on impulse. 

Subconsciously, Sylvia's own powers awoke, and a dim aura of white light emitted from her fingertips. Radiant energy pulsated into the vampire and unlocked the full potential of her abilities. [color=goldenrod]"I want more..."[/color] the princess hungrily pleaded, her tone filled to the brim with amorous intentions. Even with all these people around them, she didn't even care if her clothes were stripped off and she was seduced on the dancefloor. She just [i]needed[/i] all of Amelia.

For a normal vampire, Sylvia’s power would be enough to send them over the edge. For a normal von Carstein, Sylvia’s power would be enough to turn them into their Elder Form. For most bloodsuckers, Sylvia’s power would have sealed her morbid fate. For once a vampire starts feasting upon blood uncontrollability, it won’t stop until it’s victim is literally drained of every ounce. The princess of Mayweather would have sealed her fate with something as simple but human as an incredible high. But Sylvia’s luck hadn’t run out just yet.

For a second Amelia felt such invigorating power that she could drain her victim in a second. Only an empty husk would remain of Sylvia, and if it would have happened to Konrad or Marcus, no doubt that would have been the exact result. Even worse, Konrad would have transformed. Showing the world just how horrible a von Carstein could look. But no Amelia, who her who life had fought her dark nature. For vampirism was more than being a predator. It had a light side, a guiding side. Their blood could heal, and their long lifespans turned them into wise lords that knew more about life than any average mortal ever could. Vampires weren’t inherently dark, nor light. And suddenly Amelia grasped this.

Her eyes, first dark with wanting, reverted back to their natural blue color. She released her grip on the princess, as the darkness released its grip on her mind. Slowly realization grasped her. Making her realize what she did. For a moment she stood shocked, amid a myriad of dancing people. Happy and content with their life. While Amelia, with her mouth covered in fresh blood, couldn’t even move a muscle after she released Sylvia. Realization hit her square in the guts, as she suddenly dashed away. Worming her way through the crowd with vampiric aggression. [color=9e0b0f][i]I have to get out, I have to go away! I have to… I Have to run![/i][/color] Fleeing felt like the only option. Sooner or later her actions’ consequences would catch up with her. But today, she would not be able to handle them.

The night had steadily been getting better for Sylvia, lost in her dreamscape with the sublime Amelia. But it all fell down in an instant. One moment, she was expecting an erotic escapade, but suddenly, she was all alone. The blonde vampiress was nowhere to be seen, having mysteriously vanished into the masses. Why had she left?! A hollow feeling flooded the redhead, abandoned and let down at the pinnacle of their little adventure. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream and curse this betrayal... but she did nothing. There were no words, no actions that could express how she felt in this very moment. [i]Nothing[/i] had gone right today. Maybe she could chalk her assault on Gianna up as a positive, but that would no doubt have a backlash. In fact, this was easily one of the worst days she had the displeasure to experience. The shitty part about it all was nearly everything could have been prevented if she had simply not been a bitch. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

Her long legs carried her through the crowd toward the entrance. As she moved, some of the dancers stopped their flailing to stare at the bloody mess, twin lines of crimson liquor still cascading from the puncture wounds. Even some of the security guards gave her inquisitive glares, but Sylvia kept moving. There was little reason to stay here now that her sweet Amelia was missing. It wouldn't surprise her if the other woman finally realized she was dealing with a lost cause and abandoned ship before she could even step foot on the boat. Sylvia could scarcely blame her.

Outside, the somber Princess of Mayweather could hear one of the bouncers talk to an overly dressed Asian woman (who was strangely blonde) about how she needed an ID to get in. By the way the girl talked, it was clear she didn't speak great English, but eventually the bouncer, pitying the foreigner, relented and let the woman go in. Sylvia pondered if she should be like that girl: innocent and heartrending, the type of girl that always got what she wanted even when it wasn't asked. Maybe then people would like her and she would stop digging pits for herself. Maybe then she would actually find love.

Texting one of her drivers, Sylvia sat on the curb and awaited her ride. She wasn't exactly sure how she'd explain the blood smeared all over her to her parents. Knowing them, they were going to freak. Not about just the blood, but also the fact that she had been at Delirium, in the heart of Hart territory. And then she'd have to tell them about her falling out with Jenna too. Oh that discussion was going to be absolutely lovely...