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Ink On Your Soul

The human agreed to take Trixy out onto the dance floor with a whole lot more than dancing on his mind. He thought he was going to get lucky tonight but, in reality, it would be Béatrix who ended the night sated, and he would be compelled to forget the entire thing. The music grew loud and angry, the violent beat surprisingly easy to dance to.

Their bodies were pressed tight against each other as they danced. Trixy was hyperaware of the way his blood radiated heat off of his skin and into her own cold flesh. With the scent of his desire in her nose, and the bloodlust closing in, she’d pretty much forgotten all about what’s-his-name; but that was tonight’s goal. Trixy spun so that she was now facing him instead of letting him grind behind her.

She looked up, her eyes now shimmering with compulsion, planting calming thoughts in his mind. Everything is awesome right now… you will feel no pain… only pleasure… Vampires could control how their bite felt to a human, be it torture, or the greatest kiss, but Béatrix sensed this guy’s motives - He was nice enough, and everything would go much more smoothly if he enjoyed it. With couples in all stage of dance, some practically having sex, a violent kiss on the neck would blend right in - especially with how freakish some of the patrons were, pretending to be vampires themselves.

Béatrix peppered him with kisses on the lips at first. He tilted his chin up, exposing his neck as he fell completely into her hypnotism. The fangs in her mouth descending, sharp and ready to feed. Just as Trixy poised her open lips inches above his carotid artery, her blue eyes caught sight of a painfully familiar face. He was looking right at her. A single thought ran through her mind:

Shit…

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@Argetlam350, am I to assume that they are serendipitously in the same bar?

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#walloftext

Sorry about that, lol.

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Béatrix walked out of the alley and down the street a ways to where she parked her bike. Swinging one leg over the dark blue Kawasaki Ninja ZX14, Trixy pulled out the keys and revved the engine to life. The sleek crotch rocket purred beneath her as she put it in gear and tore out into the city streets, like a bat out of hell. If the streets weren’t so congested, she would certainly be maxing the speed limits of the bike, she settled for gracefully weaving in and out of traffic instead.

Eventually, Trixy got to where she was going - her apartment in east Manhattan. The place was a well-furnished, spacious loft located in a relatively high class area. Murdering wealthy supernaturals for a living had its perks, but Trixy was unliving proof that money couldn’t buy happiness. Once home, Trixy parked her bike in the garage and scampered up the steps to shower the day away. She couldn’t help but feel that she walked away from a piece of herself in that alleyway…

Trixy spent the afternoon getting ready for her outing. She had to call a very panicked Carl to tell him what happened that caused her to lose the perp, and to tell him that she was taking the rest of the day off. He knew better than to pry for more information about meeting her soul mate, recognizing the harshness of her tone. Trixy straightened her ebony angled bob so that it was sharp as a razor’s edge, the longest pieced just barely dusting her collarbone. The makeup she put on was dark and dramatic, only serving to make her eerily blue eyes and porcelain skin pop even more. Not all vampires had red eyes, but they were all easily identified by the unnatural brightness of their color, especially when they were using compulsion. For dress, Trixy wore a black and blue French inspired corset, a tight black mini skit, fishnets, and knee high boots.

The club she was headed to was a big goth hangout, an easy place for a vampire, or any supernatural, to blend in. Trixy took the subway there, getting more than a fair share of lingering stares from passengers. In the club, the music was thumping loud with bass. It was dark and the strobing lights only gave brief flashes to illuminate the faces of the patrons. With Trixy’s eyesight, however, she was easily able to scan the crowd for tonight’s potential meal. First things first, she parked herself in a stool at the bar, lighting up a cigarette and inhaling deeply. The spicy smoke filled her lungs and she exhaled slowly, a steady white stream passing through her barely parted lips, somehow making the habit seem sensual. The bartender caught sight of her and asked her what she wanted to drink.

“Whiskey, straight, the hardest kind you have.” She said. The tender raised his brow, probably assessing that she looked like a light-weight, little did he know that she could drink him under the table. Vampires couldn’t really get drunk from alcohol, but that didn’t stop them from trying to catch a buzz. The only way they could truly get wasted was by overindulging on a drunk human’s blood. The bartender brought her the drink and she started a tab on her card. Trixy continued taking drags off her cigarette and stared into her drink. Somehow, her mind swirled the brown color of the whiskey into the image of Bartholomew, it was so much like the color of his eyes, and his shaggy chin length hair… Béatrix shook the image out of her mind in frustration before downing the drink and placing the glass on the bar with a loud clink.

After standing up, Trixy headed into the crowd of dancing bodies, determined to clear her mind of her own thoughts. Amdist the sea of grinding bodies, Béatrix lifted her arms above her head and gave her body over to the beat. She opened her mind to let the thoughts of those around her flood in. In moments, she was drowning in the feelings of pleasure and lust of those around her. One person’s thoughts in particular caught her attention, she spun her body around until her eyes locked on the source of them. He was tattooed, tall, and staring right at her. Boldly, Trixy broke from the crowd and strutted towards him with one thought on her mind: dinner.

“Hey gorgeous, what brings you here?” he opened once she was close enough.

Trixy smiled in reply, turning on the vampire charm, “I met my soulmate today,” she said nonchalantly.

“Oh, well, where are they?” he asked, eye briefly scanning the surrounding area.

“Not here.” Her grin was wicked before she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and looked up into his eyes. “Dance with me?” she purred.

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Your wording seemed abrasive/authoritative is all, I wouldn't exceed posting IC more than twice a night on a group RP like this. I too will be busy packing to move this week, so my posting will slow down until next week, regardless.

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That one was going to be my last for the night. No need to get feisty.

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“It’s enough to make you want to die yourself, and time doesn’t fix it. Just numbs the pain slightly.” he said, his voice hardly any louder than hers. A human passerby wouldn’t even hear their conversation. Béatrix ground her fangs into her bottom gums, nearly drawing blood. His words rang all to true. At first, when she lost Francis, she wanted nothing more than to join him in death. Unfortunately, vampires are pretty hard to kill, and somewhere along the lines the suicidal tendencies were replaced by an all-consuming passion – revenge. It was better to kill than be killed; at least that’s what Madame Vengeance thought.

Lost in her thoughts, his touch snapped her back to the present. Despite how right his skin felt against hers, she reflexively jerked her hand back to her side. This frost queen had no intentions of giving up her throne, no matter what destiny had in store for them.

“Which is exactly why we can’t let it happen again.” She said, her tone was as cold as her icy blue eyes. She couldn’t let her walls fall, they were the only thing keeping her dead heart safe. “I—“ she began “I gotta go. You made me lose my perp, I’ve got a rogue vampire to track down. If fate really has us bound, I guess I’ll see you around. If not, well, I wish I could say it was nice meeting you.” It was a cruel thing to say, but nothing was crueler than forcing someone to walk into inevitable heartbreak. With that, Trixy turned and walked away. She had no intentions of catching that vampire, nope. She needed a stiff drink, a cigarette, and gallons of blood to drown these feelings in, and she knew the perfect bar to go to so that she could indulge in all three.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Béatrix:

Trixy leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table and clasping her hands together while she thought. The way Alistair fought to protect her made her heart soar. But, it wasn't right, he wouldn't defend her if he knew what she'd done. The guilt and shame ripped the wings off her heart, ensuring that it would never fly again. Maybe it was a suicidal urge, maybe it was pride, or maybe she hoped that this could be a chance to redeem the sorry state of her vile soul, but she spoke: "I will fight Dracula. I long for a worthy opponent, and I've yet to find one." A smirk crept across her lips, knowing that her words probably shocked most of them, as they all thought her just another selfish Blackmoore.

Jareth:

Jar laughed at Theo's attempt to act 'loose'. "Nah, you're still wound as tight as a virgin, man. Give it some time to kick in." Jareth had taken his tablets first, so they were already starting to cause his mind to mellow and his inhibitions to loosen, not that he had many to begin with. "This shit right here, this is what made me a very rich man." Jar shook the tin of tablets in his hand in what looked a lot like a drunken gesture. "Vampires have never had a drug until now, leave it to a junkie to solve that problem." The giggles that bubbled up in his throat weren't controllable and he rolled over onto his side laughing at nothing in particular. "Oh -- shit!" he exclaimed, breathless, once he was able to stop laughing. "Let's get to the club and dance, man. Betcha I can charm five girls before you can!" He stood up quickly, causing all of the colors in the room to blur and swirl around in his vision. Physically, he stumbled, but mentally he didn't notice that. The best part about O-neg, for him, was that his mind was peacefully silent. No more voices...

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I got a song for Tholo and Trixy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLqNbCjAj74

I hinted at some of the lyrics in my post. :p

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@Argetlam350

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” his phrasing genuinely made her laugh; it was a surprisingly pleasant sound, like wind chimes stirring in the breeze. What were they, children sneaking peeks at each other’s private parts for the first time? At the same time, she understood his apprehension at willingly exposing his arm to someone so known for being deadly. Good, he should stay wary of her, it would be better that way.

For fairness’ sake, she extended her own tattooed wrist to him. Without the bindings to cover her heartbreak, she felt exposed and vulnerable, two things she really didn’t like feeling… although, as much as she would never admit it, something about him felt safe. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that he couldn’t kill her, perhaps it was something more. The black crossed out name on her wrist made her heart feel hollow, and she looked away from it, wincing her eyes in pain. Eventually, she got the courage to look at the wolfs arm beside hers. His arm had not two, but three marks, two soul mates dead and gone. Trixy’s mouth opened in a little silent ‘O’ before she pressed her lips together in a tight line. “It’s the worst feeling in this world, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She touched his marks with her fingers with all the softness of butterfly wings. At the touch, the burning in her wrist stopped, and both of their brightly glowing marks settled down and began to look like nothing more than tattoos. Looks like the names were correct...

You could almost hear the little chips of ice falling from the tops of the cold walls Béatrix had built around herself. This moment was so surprisingly touching, and real. It terrified her that she could have anything in common with someone she considered so awful, that being said; even she knew there was no living creature as foul as she was… maybe they were soul mates, after all. Two tortured, broken souls, bound for eternity.