He stood on the edge of the platform, staring blankly at the wall across from him, an add for some new medical procedure. He did not move as the next train pulled up, people either walking around him or bumping into him, he just stood until they thinned and walked into the car. The people starred at him oddly, a few knew who he was, a few of them were like him. He didn't care. He simply walked through each car until he sat alone in the poorly lit last car, the one that the maintanence crew didn't like to clean, the one that the criminals like to sit in, but otday it was empty. He was relieved as he sat down, exhaling deeply as he tried to clear his mind. He propped his arm up on the back of the seat and relised that he really felt like shit. He was quite lonely these days, as many of the female members of his coven had left, only a few reject warriors left.

He closed his eyes, his ears cutting out the noise of the train as it started to move along the tracks, the lights of the station fading out as he cut himself off. He sorted through his thoughts, putting everything in it's place out of the way just so he could relax. Another light flickered off, the car basically dark except for the lights from the other car flitering through teh window. He could only think of his lonliness, his longing, it was depressing. His heart had run cold for a long time only now did it feel as if it had died slightly. He hated the fact that he had no time for anything else except the coven, the needs of the coven, the donated shipments of blood, the food stores, the traitors amongst them. Tonight was going to be for him, to relax and enjoy himself the only problem was he really couldn't think of anything.

He looked up at the unlit cieling and sighed, he had felt the touch of a woman in so long, far too long for his taste. He sighed thinking of his last, she died, damn Lycans seem to like to take everything form him. He grits his teeth and sighs again, his eyes narrowing. I will still take my revenge. He cracks his thumb and closes his eyes again as he heard the door crack open then close abruptly as if they knew exactly who he was.

He felt the train start to slow and snapped out of his temporairy zen, the sound of the breaks the main reason for the cut off of his mental peace. He opened his eyes and sank in his seat, the light from the station blasting through the window. He hated the way that humans had so many lights, couldn't they deal with the dark for a little bit. As he started to cross analyze his life he oculd not help but feel anotehr presence close by, another vampire, hopefully.

The dark cloak of the catacombs had proved to be constricting. There were too many down there bitching about the fast she had put them on. She didn’t want them to feast because it would not only be a good test of will, but because when she let them go they would attack with a fierce might, killing anything in their path, which would prove helpful when they happened upon a filthy, inbred lycan. They were climbing the walls, itching to get out of the skull-riddled walls. Some started begging her, whom she found ultimately pathetic and would result with a boot across the face or some remark about putting something up their ass, and the others were starting to suck the blood of their own flesh. Those that had already proven their faith and will could feed when they wanted. The only good thing that came from that was that they left her the hell alone. So many were just pissing off the vampire leader that she decided to make them suffer by not feeding a couple more days. Get on her bad side and you were fucked for life.

Down in the black had left her feeling fogged in the head where everything was just getting on her nerves. Even in her quarters people were bugging her. The simplest would have been to strike them down, but this was not the way to go. Killing her own would not be favored upon. Besides, Kella had the common sense to know that these were the normal complaints she experienced everyday. Business had flooded her life anymore – should we kill the werewolves that are attack vampires, even if they aren’t our own? Which pack should we befriend? Are you aware of this or that going on? Yes, being the leader of a coven gave her power, something she highly craved, as much as blood and sex, but it was such a hassle sometimes that she needed a break from the bitching and moaning. All work and no play made Miss Diesel a big pain in the ass. She needed out and quickly.

Currently in a pair of jeans that had holes from thigh to calf, her tan legs showing in the warm night air; a pair of black sneakers, and a white button down shirt that easily exposed her black bra, fit snugly to her, and was unbuttoned a good length at the top was soon covered by the soft trench coat. The coat was gray with black buttons, into which she only buttoned a few of them, that came down to her knees, and the collar propped up to block out any cold going for her neck, not that she’d be able to feel the cold. As people asked where she was going, she’d reply out, and when they asked if they should come, she cursed them out. No bodyguard, no servants, and nobody else. Kella wasn’t hungry, or she’d feed, and hunting or lurking in the shadows just didn’t feel right that night. Hands in her coat, she began to walk up the steps out of the caves underground, into the house that was their entrance, and out onto the street to walk blocks after blocks.

When she came to one of the many depots for the train, she ran into people coming up the stairs, but didn’t bother telling them off. She was so pissed that it was likely she’d bite off their necks. Her head was clouded, too much dust settling upon the nooks and crannies. As the metro stopped, she waited for more people to exit before she got around to entering. There were vampires on the metro, that much would be obvious in such a big city such as Paris, but one seemed much more different then the others. Yet, she couldn’t tell much even though she was the Queen of sensing things and people. Walking toward the back cart, her favorite since it was secluded and nobody went back there, the scent got stronger. Kella was intrigued and didn’t feel at all in danger, at least not yet. Getting to the cart, her eyes rested on one of her enemies. Ready to open her mouth and hiss, she stopped, not giving the man the satisfaction. Did he even know who she was? They hadn’t come in contact such as this. Taking an index finger, she swiped her finger down the buttons so they came undone, not wanting to wear the thing anymore. Taking it off and setting it down on her lap as she took a seat, she decided not to say anything. Who knew if his people were around? They would greatly take out her neck. She would have assumed trap, but nobody had made her leave except herself. All senses were on high alert now as her ember eyes made contact.

Nefas's white pupils radiated at the sight of the perfect example of a female vampire. He knew who she was but there was something diffrent, something that just seemed to click. He pulled his hood down and smiled slightly, not like a toothy grin just a small curl in the corner of his lips. He thought for a second, then bit his lip. Shes very pretty, but if I even made a move the elders would have my head on a platter. But she seems just as stressed as I am. He thought again for a second but he couldn't help it, he was lonely and she was beautiful, do the math. He opened his mouth but he didn't say anything, a second attempt, nope.

"Hey" is all he could vocalize at the moment, not a good sign. He smiled again, trying to lay down that he was a nice guy and there was no need for the stresses of their roots to creep into this place. He was just like her, a not so old leader with to much on their minds. He propped one of his feet on his heel, the rubber of his converse tennis shoes staying well where they were. He pulled up his right sleeve and again bit his lip. He blinked hard and opened his mouth again, nope. Nothing came out this time. He closed his mouth and scratched at the back of his head, the coarse black hairs slipping through his fingers.

He had a few hours before the elders would try calling him or even worse sent someone to get him. He tried ot keep his mind off that for the moment, not that it was hard with her here. He fiddled with the ring on his right hand not sure of what really to do next. He looked over at her, and again bit his lip. He hadn't been this nervous for a long long time. Probably since his human days, when he had started dating. He sat back, his hands now resting on the edge of the seat.

He opened his mouth and something actually came out. "Getting some fresh air?" Not something you'd find in a book of pick up lines, but it would get his point across, he hoped. He grinned, his eyes shifting oddly for a second htem back to her, come to think of it he didn't even ask her name, you'd think he would know the name of the leader of the rival coven. He hoped she wouldn't care that much but then again...

Just knowing that such a rival was in the same train as her made her tense up, something unlike her. Grinding her teeth, she made very little eye contact with him. The only thing that she could think about was finding any piece of shrapnel to knock off his pompous head. Rage boiled her blood. She had been dreaming about meeting him face to face, no guards, no members, and just fighting until one of them was dead. She would be so pissed off that she would put money on herself, but then again, there was no telling what the Sanguinaire leader could do. What would her people say if they knew she had merely let him walk off? No! Nobody would know! She would slice anybody’s throat that found out! But nobody should find out because there was no way in the seven circles of Hell would she be speaking of it and there was great hope that he wouldn’t tell anybody. It would be downright humiliating. If he ever spoke of it, somebody from Meutrier, mainly herself, would be after him without a second thought of anything. Death would follow him in the eyes of hers.

He had…spoken. It wasn’t normal! She didn’t like it at all. ”Hey.” The tone that this word came out of was bitchy. Ok, so the vampire leader didn’t really know any other form of tones, but how could he even think of speaking to her? Her eyes made contact with his for a few brief seconds before the moved to look at the fingers in her lap. Out of the corner of her ember eyes, there was an impression he was trying to continue to speak. What? Was he in high school again? Then again, it was easy to see that he was good looking. Damn it! No! She shook her head like there was a plot to jump off a bridge in there. He was the enemy; his thoughts should not have gone there, not to him, not to thinking about him naked, on top of her…no! Damn, she really hadn’t had any fun for quite some time if she was thinking about him like that. This was betrayal! It meant death from the elders. Or…would they even know? No, of course they would. That pretty little head would be on a platter in no time.

Well, not the smoothest line in the world, but it worked fine for her. Sitting up in the seat, crossing those pretty, exposed legs, she felt an itching in the area around her shoulders and neck. Why did she have to get on that damn train? It would have made perfect sense if Kella had just walked off into the park, found some lame performer trying to make it big, and done him in the forest before sucking him dry. There wouldn’t have been any such problem with that. Nor was there any problem with doing what usually happened when there was a lusting deep in the bit of her stomach, and not for blood; which was going to the bar, dancing, preferably on the bar; taking off her clothes, and just being an honorable slut, if there was such a thing. There was no problem with it back in the day in the Burlesque hall as a call girl so there was nothing wrong with it now, except when the man the desire to offer to pay. They paid all right – in blood. Blood, that succulent fiber of life was the sexiest liquid out there, it was a seductive turn on really.

”You could say that.” Her tone was less hostile this time, but the vocals were still as sweet as honey even though she could sting like a bee. Air that was it, even though they didn’t really need oxygen, but had she been a human, that was what it’d be. Dragging a hand through the loose hair on the top of her head, she let it fall down her neck, rubbing it roughly. There was a pressure in the spine and it was getting annoying. Taking in a deep breath, debating in her head, Kella looked up at him, almost staring. ”I’m Kella.” No! It was idiotic to even introduce herself, let along give a real name! It would be pure luck if life were still in her by the next morning. Eyes trailed down his body as she wetted her lips. It had been far too long without play and he looked fun. Screw the rules – screw each other instead.

"Nefas, Nefas Altima." He said in a formal tone, his eyes looking her from head, lingering somehwere near the middle, to toe. He could feel the primal side of him coming out, his eyes widening slightly, his fangs growing a little under his lip. He smiled, the sharp edge showing slightly, a toothy smile that would scare the shit out a girl scout. He was changing slightly, a blood sucker side, the kind of vampire he hated but with this girl it really didn't matter. He ran his tounge across his fangs, looking straight into her eyes. He started to touch the tip of his thumb to each of his fingers, a habit of his when he was bored or in this case impatient and there was only one thing he was waiting for.

In stressful situations it seemed that vampires either kill or fuck. In history this has happened many times and this might be one of those history book moments. He could picture the suggestive seens that would probably follow this and it just made him want it more. He waited, she would make the first move because something in his mind told him that she would be a little more creative then he was going to be. He listened to her owrds, one half of his brain listening to what she said, the other how she said it and what she was doing. This was unusual but for the first time in his life he was showing his beastly side.

He liked it.

Nefas' eyes shone slightly as the train again pulled out. The lights faded out, the last overhead light flickering off. They were alone, the car was dark and all the coven cronies where long gone. This was perfect. His eyes could cut through the dark and so could her's but he seemed to move in a split second, sitting backwards on the seat infront of her. His mouth was closed, his fnags now fully extended, he hissed, sucking air in. Not as much a threatening sound but mroe of a signal to her.

His real name – he had given her his real name, which was slightly surprising. At least with that she didn’t feel as stupid, especially over a lonely male. For all her years, she had never disbelieved that a man was important. No, they weren’t. They were just something to offer distraction, even though it was safe to say women were like that for men, but that thought would never enter her mind. Never had she really felt and never did she want to. Love was what made people weak, at least in that pretty, twisted head of hers. Never would the thought of love making a person stronger enter her mind, she was stubborn and did not want to believe it. She was good at being cold and distant, meaningless sex just worked so much better. You got the release of hormones and endorphins that you had been needing, and then you never had to worry about the strings attached – did they feel the same way, what was qualified for an anniversary, chocolates or flowers, or just stuff that meant little to the bitch. She never wanted to lower herself for a man, besides, she was so good at being a tramp.

She watched with intricacy at the way his tongue ran over his fangs. It was very hard not to watch. She had basically been staring throughout the whole time, so this shouldn’t have been any different really. Kella couldn’t help but look at him with lust – he was a male, all the more reason to look, but more importantly, against the rules. Rules had never done much to keep her away from doing anything, but Nefas was a whole different kind of rule breaking. Plus, they hated each other, even with the lust inside of them, which would lead to some great sex. Usually when people were full of hatred, it led to powerful sex. And really, who didn’t want that? Then again, sex was sex and she always knew how to make it interesting, which proved to be a very valuable skill in the modern world. Scenes of what she hoped would be the future flashed through her head. Her body loosened up, feeling all hot and bothered.

The car of the train soon became dark, but her eyes adjusted to the light very quickly, still making out his form. What would he do to her in the dark? What would she do to him in the dark? She quickly lost track of him, lost in her own brain, but soon found Nefas in front of her, so close. This closeness reminded her of the daydreams she lost herself in – being alone with one of her most formidable enemies, close enough to kill, and slicing his head clear off. That idea didn’t even really jump into Kella’s brain; the only thing the lusting vampire could think of was…well…not killing him. It was so far from it that it could have been out there on freaking Pluto. By no means would she have thought that these particular thoughts would be rolling around in her head, but they were so good, so filthy!

Listening to the hiss so close to her face made a smile ripple across her lips, her pointed fangs prominent against her lips. It always felt good to be hissed at, but this was a whole new kind of it. Leaning forward, the coat slipping to the floor, not that she gave a damn at this point; her eyes traced the curve of his neck, the formation of his jaw. Reaching out, one of her hands rested at the bottom of Nefas’s neck, like she was about ready to strangle him, but only moved it to the back of the neck, and up into his hair. Then she kissed him. Nothing soft and tender either, but hard and hungrily. After it, Kella bit his bottom lip, slightly tugging on it, only putting two miniscule punctures. She wanted to taste his blood, which was what she did by running the tip of her tongue across the two spots. It didn’t taste any different. If she ever retold this story, it would be described as putrid. But right then, thinking didn’t really work, her body was taking over.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, enjoying their embrace as she nipped at him. He enjoyed the feeling of simply letting go, this may even change him all together. One of his hands slipped down and wrapped around her thigh, stroking the inner side as he grinned. Her beautiful form was pressed against his, making him realize the extent of his needs, it had been far far too long. His other hand traced over her lower back, his nails dancing across her supple skin. He could feel himself slipping out, his instinct and longing wrapping around his mind. He pressed his lips against hers, a slight hiss escaping his mouth before they connected.

He was lost in it all, his sadness and loneliness where miles away, his eyes glazed over with lust as she used him. He did not care, about anything just her, just them. He was only getting more amorous as time slipped by he hardly stand it. The little decency still awake inside him decided to wait.

[ladies first]

He closed his eyes and leaned into her, her scent flooding his lungs and mind. There was something that could not be taken lightly, nothing now. Only lust and sex. He was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth as of course at this point. His eyes still shone slightly, his hand wrapped around her leg moving up her inner thigh slowly. Maybe he had found something better them l o v e.

((If this seems too god-moddish to you. Please tell me.))

There wasn’t much thought to go into what she was doing. Some of it was primal instinct while rest of it was learned from those years as a call girl. It made things interesting since she always knew how to switch up her game, which never seemed to displease. There were certain ‘tricks’ of the trade that were learned and taught in the constriction of that Burlesque hall. It was what defined those that had no damn clue what they were doing to the pros - being a pro led to more money and that was always handy. The things the woman was tied for being excellent by far at were leading, swordsmanship, and sex. Sex at least pleased the senses while baring a sword moved more to the mentality of using it and balance, and leading could be a shot in the dark that tested everything. Neither of them could quite please her as sex could. It was a euphoric and when one couldn’t procreate, and then it was all the far better because it could be done again and again, day in and day out. One of the reasons so many vampires enjoyed it.

With his hands at her waist, she could feel the flutter of adrenaline that coursed through her chest, the way it always did when she was doing something she particularly liked, and was good at. Soon, Kella could feel a hand move to her thigh. It had seemed too long since she had been touched in such a manner. It felt good. The way his other hand moved over her back was becoming well appreciated, almost feeling his touch through her thin shirt. Yet as she experienced all of the senses that kept her going, the hiss was audible and moved through her head. Well that got her going even more before she returned the kiss. With that kiss, came another, and another, but they were all the same and still different. They said she wanted it, what she was getting, but that she knew other ways to get it to, that she would work for it if Nefas desired it. Of course, the meaning of kisses isn’t something one can think about straight forward when they’re going on.

As he leaned forward, she leaned forward, pushing him back in his seat where she put a leg on either side of him, making her almost on her knees allowing her to kick off her shoes, but this left her sitting in his lap practically straddling him. This also made her smile. There had always been dominance inside her, no matter if it was the battlefield or the bedroom. It was what happened to her. Sometimes she tried to control it, but it felt like this was not one of those times to control it. Those nimble hands gave almost a tender touch as they ran down his chest to his waist while Kella’s lips moved to Nefas’s jaw and down his neck. It was such a pure feeling to not have to think about anything at all, to just enjoy what was happening. Sex just came natural to her like it was much like breathing. Maybe having a lot of experience made her a complete whore or tramp or whatever, but it proved to be quite desirable amongst the male gender of any species. It didn’t matter to her what they called her – she got along well with men, sexually or not, and it worked out rather well for her.

Leaning away briefly, her hands wrapped out the part of the shirt where the buttons were at to grab the folds. This was the ultimately perfect stance to rip off a shirt – which she did, the few buttons that had been buttoned fell to the ground as the shirt fell of her back, revealing the petite figure in the black bra that was so easy to look at even with the white cotton on as well as the upper body’s tanned skin that remained soft throughout the years. Hands returned to his body, but snuck under the fabric of his shirt and moved up Nefas’s body to his chest where those black fingernails dug into his skin before dragging them down his stomach. Yes, Kella could get a little rough, or a lot rough depending on her needs and how drunk she was. She couldn’t help it, but never would she apologize for it. It always worked out nicely. Moving her lips to the base of his neck, the queen’s tongue ran up the flesh to the lobe of his ear, where she breathed hotly against it.

((If it is it's certainly not bad as long as you don't mind if mine maybe sounds the same or similar. I just don't know if my posts will be as much action as response. But alas, the show must go on.))

His hand had kept it's position as she pushed him back, the tips of his fingers gently caressing at the delicate flower through her jeans, the kind of friction that tends to tease. Her movement from his neck to his ear was pleasing, a content murmur escaping his lips as she breathed into his mind like poison. His free hand was now basically in perfect position to make a very easy move, he put his fingers on the clasp of her bra and snapped and the hooks split. He would wait until she leaned away to see the fruition of the small labor. He could feel the satisfying stimulation of her body on top of his as he hissed in more of a longing tone.

Of all the things running through his mind for the past few days, a situation like this was something he had thought of for years. The humans that would sometimes either catch a glance as they stopped in the other stations and the stunned eyes that would look through the glass doors seemed to be miles away as they continued. If their was anything else at all that was going through his head before it was completely gone now as well. He could only think with his body, his instincts and react as it pleased him

He grinned as he basked in the moment, the kind that he had not had in a very long time. His hand now resting on her back, his nails gently dragging across much like she had done to him. He was always good to reciprocate just not always initiate. He hissed as he leaned into her neck, biting gently on the broad of her neck, not hard enough to break the skin just to add to her sensory overload.

A small moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand between her legs. God! He was teasing her and he knew it. It was a wonderful form of temptation. Nefas seemed to knew how to pull her strings, that much was certain for her, and she could feel her breath catch in her chest. Feeling the hands at the clasp of her bra, a smile waved over her busy lips. Odds were good that when with another man they’d be the last to be fully unclothed while the woman got to shed all of her clothes first. This didn’t bother the female in this current situation. All of those years with Vorena had taught her to not be self-conscious. She had a beautiful body and loved to show it off. There was an excellent chance that if she weren’t a leader of a coven, that there would be a profession for her as a prostitute or a stripper. Anything really. There were times still when she took her clothes off and not even for money. It was just a thrill of fun to expose what everyone wanted – men and women alike. Of course, Kella didn’t feel she really stood up to her friend, but there were other forms of beauty too. Few men, however, found power to be an attractive feature on a lady.

That just wouldn’t do, not that she really hated being complete exposed. It was a second nature to be naked and it while so many felt embarrassed, they really shouldn’t have. The body was a work of art in so many different ways that it should be admired. Maybe not be sexual relations, but it was one of the best ways really. In all actuality, Kella had no to little standards, no matter how much of a rampage she was on. When one needed a scratch itched, it didn’t matter the gender, the height, the weight, or the number of tattoos. Clearly that was proven between the two coven leaders that it didn’t matter. Sure, it was nice to get one that didn’t mind looking at you or the other way around, but standards? Her? Not really. One more thing the hall had taught her. There were nights that she’d be with a rich businessman, although those were as rare as a lycan liked its meat, or some couldn’t-get-laid-by-their-wife, big guy that slurred his words. That scenario wasn’t pretty at all and living through it used to be painful, but not so much.

The nails on her back were much welcomed as a flood of involuntary goose bumps moved over her tanned flesh and a hiss escaped into the atmosphere. Few men rarely returned this favor of ‘back scratching’ and it was kind of nice and erotic to find one that did. As Nefas leaned in, she tiled her head back, exposing more of her neck as she felt his breath against her neck, as well as his teeth. The bite was teasing too. It felt like her whole brain and body was overflowing with senses that she didn’t know what to do with herself. She’d be able to go for days with that kind of attitude. It was just so liberating to be in the state of mind, body, and soul. It didn’t matter if anybody who looked saw her. Kella got some of the arousal from it. Public places were always a fun place to get it on. Some passersby would even take the time to stop and watch just to get their jollies. Some were interested in the man while others the woman. It was just a spontaneous even that she didn’t have near enough. True, that car wasn’t exactly the cleanest, but she had worked in filthier abodes.

Soon, with great fluid ease, his shirt was literally ripped off his body. Hopefully it wasn’t a favorite shirt of his. If it was, oh well. Leave it to her to not give a damn. Then again, instinct was setting in and she was just along for the ride. Moving forward again, her hands now on his shoulders, she dug in her nails a little before almost clawing him. It wasn’t too hard that it was unbearable, but considering his current position. It didn’t down right matter! Starting at the bottom of his neck, Kella kissed his chest and stomach, nipping him more often then not and stroking her tongue done around the wounds that would bruise for a few days. Her hands soon moved down his entire body, stopping at Nefas’s thighs, but soon to draw back up to his waist, nimbly unbuttoning his pants.

Nefas leaned back, an almost impatient hiss escaping his demonic grin. His nails traced down her arms, resting on top of her hands. He had not really noticed where his shirt had gone or when it had gone missing really, but as in her mind it did not matter. He could not help but open his jaws at each and every bite along his body, merely reveling at every nerve was not enough but more to show her what he felt. His left eye opened slightly to reveal the faint white glow to see her at his buckle, doing what for the most part was a give in. A slight laugh came as he again closed his eyes, gently rubbing the back of her palms. This was something that he had not done ever, but he knew the general idea and that it would be quite satisfying.

His mind flashed with images of old and things to come. The rooms of the manor, now this train car, it had been such a long time. He began to realize his age whilst his body enjoyed the comfort of Kella's. His mind faded and his eyes drifted back into the current, very interesting situation. He could not help but look down into her eyes, the grin spread across his face more then enough signal to his reactions. His mind no longer wandered, with the past nor the future, again to only [now].

He could not help but try and reciprocate as she worked so nimbly and gracefully in what some humans would call impure actions. His hands traveling back along the same path, up her arms and behind her head, letting his fingers run through her hair. He was in a position of the more submissive end but while she continued he knew exactly what would come next for this girl. He licked his fangs slightly, not in hunger but pure anticipation of this glorious act of primal need and want.

The night had always put a little bit of extra juice, a thump if you will, into her blood and body making her feel so alive. Then again, it was probably like that greatly for rest of the vampires everywhere. It made sense that night was when they were pumped and in their prime – it was the only time that they could enter into the night once upon a time way back in the day. Even humans tended to feel that way as well. Night wasn’t just for the grizzly beasts that haunted the world and society, but for society itself. Goddess Moon and Mother Nature just knew how to draw out anybody into their bosom and feel at rest. Sometimes the shadows could be unbearable, uncertain of what would lurk in the darkness, but there was something so peaceful about not having to grimace at them. If you didn’t know they were there, you didn’t worry about it. The darkest of nights could be better then any sunny day. Those beams from the moon just seemed to be some sort of happy endorphin that made everything better. The moon wasn’t the point of cause for her happiness, the endorphins, or feeling pumped up and prime, it was the man beneath her.

The feelings of his nails at her arms were minimal, but subconsciously she knew they were there all the same. Few people rarely got to touch her like that, so he had better feel damn honored by it. Just the little movements that he did in reaction to what was being done to him made her feel good because she was doing something right for a change. There were so many days anymore where Kella just felt like everything she did, every choice made, or any action taken was just wrong. To be honest, there were a lot of people in her coven that would point it out. There were days to where she could take that kind of abuse, but other days they found themselves pinned to a rock with nails. So many wanted to see her fail, so many wanted to see her succeed. No matter which way she went, somebody was being let down. Little of her really cared about letting down those that didn’t think she’d make it. A woman as a leader? How preposterous! Too many of them had been living in those days where women couldn’t do jack. Well she’d show, she’d show them all if it’d kill her.

The rubbing on her palms was a unique trait that hadn’t occurred too much, or really at all, in her profession. Dare she say it? It felt…kind of…just a little bit…nice. Ok, so the whole scenario was pretty much forbidden, but it was just so damn wonderful that it shouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Of course, she wasn’t thinking of what was too come. If the time came for it, would she be able to take Nefas down? Would she be able to hurt his members when conflicts arose? Hell, would she even be the leader anymore if anybody found it? The thought of not being a leader could be ultimately terrifying for her. Power was the thing she craved and losing that was like losing a bit of her soul. What would she do? Would they let her live? All questions and more about the after effects of what they were doing, which just couldn’t be helped. Yes, that was it. Kella had no control some times when it came to things of pleasing the sense of touch. There were things she would do that no other woman, give or take a few, would want to do. Limitless was what she was.

Her fangs dug in only slightly, nothing to break the skin, at his temple to only drag them down the side of his face where she took up sucking at his neck right below the jar. Doing that, her hands moved with ease as she then unzipped his pants, grabbed onto the fabric, and pulled. Of course, her weight would have to be removed. Leaning forward, balancing on her knees, the top of her stomach was close to his lips, almost pressing against them. She could feel his breath on her skin. Kella forgot about the pants for a moment as her hands ran up along his arms to his strong shoulders, almost feeling like a ghost against his skin. They moved up his neck and around into his hair, tangling her hands all around random strands. Just to boost Nefas’s ego, an almost cruel smile played over her lips as she went ahead in what was a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. ”Incredible.” She had learned early on that men of any species loved praise. If it kept him feeling like a man, kept him doing what he was doing, then she would do it…over and over again.

His mind was twisting now, for awhile it seemed as though she was in sensory overload but now the tables had turned. He could not help but enjoy the company of this woman, the only true intelligent thing going through his mind still was When was the last time I did this? He finally had a little time to himself and low and behold he decided to spend it with the leader of the rival coven. This was a good night, the kind of night that inspired many of the operas he had seen before. The romance though was now in the modern times, the oldest of sweet and passionate traditions translated well into this almost Romeo and Juliet styled story. Shakespeare would be p r o u d.

As she worked her magic he could barley vocalize at all, a very shallow yet content hiss barley managed to crawl from his throat. He ran his hand down form her shoulder to her stomach, letting his finger tips tease a a sensitive nerve along the way. The space it moved slowly closing as they got closer and closer to releasing that beast of two backs. Her teeth felt like the deep shadows that seemed to leech into his mind, a wide almost insane grin across his face. This was an intimate moment few would ever see in their lives. The fact that death was on his heels yet embracing the forbidden act was a thrill that tantalized his mind not to mention the animal caged inside for so long.

He could not help but laugh as she clawed at his pants like a child. though as she crawled up his body he inhaled that womanly scent deep into his mind to be kept like a treasure in the back of his mind. He nipped at her stomach, his hand reaching around to trace down her back and again to the inside of her thigh. His breathing getting heavier as their little escapade continued. His other hand worked it's way from her waist up her body, his fingers moving inch by inch towards her bosom. But he took his time hoping to tease at her a little longer.

Fate, if some sort of God or Goddess, was probably sitting in some sort of golden room, in a toga – because wasn’t that what they usually wore right? – and probably getting some sick chuckles by watching what was going on in their crystal orb or pool of water or strings of silver or just whatever. What were the odds that this would have ever happened when the two met? Why had they been brought to the same train on the metro in the same car? Was it fate or just bad luck? The odds were pretty slim to say the least! Instead of being heavily overloaded with coven members or weapons, they were overloaded with unused hormones. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, of course. What if something good would come of this? What that good was could be very loosely defined. Would they somehow be able to get information out of the other as some sort of twisted ‘pillow talk’? What they were doing did not make them weak since it was pretty much sensible for one to seek love from one they disliked so much. Things didn’t usually work out either.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons into which so many thought that she shouldn’t be a leader. Sensible it was as well. There were so many things that were attached with this: the uncertainty if she was going to change her mind two seconds later, that she’d be distracted to lead by some pair of shoes, or for exactly what she was doing – sleeping with the enemy. If she wasn’t a leader, then it wouldn’t have been so bad. It would have been bad, just not as bad. If men stayed the leaders, there wouldn’t be worries of taking down a woman or sleeping with the other leaders. Yes, it was true, Kella had once gotten weak in the knees at least several times a night for complete strangers, so why should she be any different with her own life? Look at her! Had she not caved in the matter of minutes? It was pathetic that somebody so strong and tough had lost if all for a night of what should have been meaningless sex. It was her mission in life to prove them all wrong, and this truthfully wasn’t the way to go to do that, but what was it really going to hurt? She wasn’t some bubbly teenager that talked nonstop that would be stupid enough to give her plans away, or lack there of. Sex was just sex, so what did it matter who it was with?

All of it didn’t matter. All she was craving right now was the touch that sent the flutters through her stomach as Nefas touched the skin at her stomach. His fingers crossed over several patches of skin that made her want to…giggle. Ok, that wasn’t going to happen. Giggling just wasn’t her thing. Broody, full of angst, and just too many emotions bottled up inside her that wouldn’t even let her laugh, unless extremely comfortable, let alone giggle. A smile did curve up farther on her lips. How was it possible not to smile during such an act? It was forbidden, that was for sure, and if she did have to go, this would be the second way that she would want her death to come by. The first way would have been battle, but Kella would take this too. If she could do it over, it was sad to say, that she probably would have. It was so rare to find something as what they were doing. They were pushing the boundaries and only the grip on each other kept them from being sucked out. And she had a hard grip on him.

Her hands detangled out of his hair to crawl down his back over shoulder blades and down his back as far as her arms would let her. Feeling the nip at her stomach sent her head tilting back in pleasure. Feeling his fingers more acutely now, moving up her stomach going slowly, Kella leaned forward with her neck down close to his ear where she let out a moan. It was one of those kind that almost said that she wanted something, like really, really, really, really badly. Was it wrong that it was Nefas her rival? Dragging her hands back up his back, an almost tickling sensation, she brought her hands to his face and tilted his head up. Those now celery green eyes of hers stared directly into his with a slight quiver of a smile on her lips. ”You are such a tease.” Yeah, no idea popped into her head on what compelled her to do that. Always she had been the tease, but he was doing it and it just made her skin itch with desire. Lots and lots and lots of desire into which could only be fulfilled by him.

Like a [moth] to the f l a me. He could not help but throw himself into the burning light. Her eyes, her hands, her body, all to himself for the time being. He simply let himself go into a state of simple pleasure and contentment as they continued playing their game. Like children, the simplicity of this was delightful. As long as both of them got what they wanted out of it it would continue to go back and fourth. They're words begin to find their way out on their own. The simple phrases that could only come from unrestrained minds. His mind started to slow down, the faculties coming around though he did not stop it would just be stupidity to pull himself from this. He laughed a little at the thought of what was to come next. There was nearly limitless possibilities at this point. Weather mouths were opened closed or muffled was just around the corner and from there hours and hours. Much like the train that they were in stops and starts until they could go no more.

In his mind both of them were weak, either buckling to emotions or needs. He needed to mend his wounded heart for the time being and he could tell that what she wanted was for the most part physical. The pain he felt had battered his mind for far to long, to fix the problems of the past was what needed to be done but for right now this was for him. It was greed in his heart and mind, the intoxicating pleasures of the average humans body could give so much but what they lacked was the restraint that came with the possibility of children. The demons that plagued the human race and what only came once in awhile to the vampire world merely by biting the neck of a small innocent. Those worries were lost to the two as they exchanged touch. For what had gone on little words were exchanged and thats the way it should be.

The smiles and steep breaths that he heard could only tell him that he was doing just what she wanted. He pressed against her body, biting on the supple flesh of her stomach as he continued his assault on her tanned body. His fingers sailing across her skin, his nails skidding down her sides as he grinned. At some point some kind of laugh should fall form her lips. He was determined. Her little phrases told him that her emotional barriers were toppling over one by one like dominoes. Eventually she would be like a flower, taking in all that he gave or at least he hoped.

As her fingers pushed his chin up to her gaze, his face fell blank that is until he listened. He made a much more subtle smile, trying to peel the layers of beastly nature from his mind for the time being. "You're beautiful." He could tell she would sell herself for the pleasure that she craved, the lights behind her eyes burning like a forest ablaze. Eventually she would let go, let him take over. that was what he was being patient for, for [his] turn.

At that moment in time, the best sense ever was the sense of touch. Then again, passion could be driven by sight, smell, hearing, and even taste, but the primary one for her was touch. Just the way he felt beneath her, the way that he touched her, and even the way she could move all made it better. It might not have been the most proud thing to admit, but she was flexible and could do anything to anyone anywhere. Handcuffs, masks, leather, whips, feathers, whatever, she’d pretty much do it. Life offered them all of these senses and she wanted to please each and every one of them. Just being able to touch Nefas, all of him, and knowing it’d happen in return was good enough arousal for her. Then again, she was kind of easy – had to be for her once-was life and even the life she lived now. The best thing that would be able to please the sense of touch would be being pushed so far against his body that there was no air between them, to feel his muscles ripple around hers, and it was a fantastic feeling knowing that it would happen eventually. It was a wonder that she could even contain herself. This was modest to her considering a lot of kinky stuff had happened to her.

Why sex? Why him? It was all she really had left it seemed. Everybody needed to release those endorphins no matter if they wanted to admit it or not. This act of passion, or lack there of in some cases, except for this one for sure, was so much of her past that it was just there. He was there and he wanted it too. Who knew his reasoning? Kella hadn’t had this in a long time and the time was long overdue for it, but it was a fulfillment for the sadness that hovered around her from time to time. For Hell’s sake, she had been with so many men in her life that not once had love escaped into her heart. Nobody could realize how devastating it was for a woman of her age to not find anybody! Nobody! Not even the briefest glimpse of it! Sex was the replacement for it since it would never bestow itself on that chilled heart. Most times, her need to fulfill that pleasure of sense was done with humans. They were easy to manipulate, well all men were, and she could feed on them afterward. She intimidated every male in her coven and those that weren’t expected some sort of favor from the Queen. Sleeping with a vampire from the other side was considered treason. Well, hot damn treason felt so fantastic she could have screamed, letting all of those on the train to hear her.

Who knew where her hands were anymore? Those two had a mind of their own and were just going over every square inch of his flesh. It was certain that they were digging in as if they were afraid he might stop soon and let go of her. Now that would completely suck. If for some uncertain reason Nefas should stop, she would have grabbed any guy in the next car over and took advantage of him. Once her sex drive accelerated, it took a lot to make it stop. The bites and nails that pierced her skin felt so good that he wouldn’t even be able to tell how great it was. What he did only made the rival leader want to touch his body everywhere, to run her tongue over every bit of flesh she could get at, and to please him in so many different ways, in which Kella was certain she’d be able to do. She practically melted at his response. It was a good one. It sounded sincere, but too many had said the exact same thing so she wasn’t sure anymore. In a sick, twisted way, she was so freaking ecstatic that it was Nefas underneath her, touching her, pleasing her, and not a damn was given to the fact that the only feeling she should feel toward him was hatred.

Slouching down to the point where her lips could glide across the soft skin at the base of his neck, practically sucking at it with the long, hard kisses, tempting his skin with pearly white fangs, with one hand at his waist, the other one unbuttoned and unzipped the pants that were clinging to her, even with the little fabric that was there. Her knees were starting to hurt her. It was a sheer sign of getting older. That position would have been able to last forever so many years ago. Oh well, it was a reason to get his hot body on top of hers. Pulling away from Nefas, she moved to stand up and as so, the denim fabric fell to the floor to the point of where it was easy to step out of them leaving her in nothing more than her underwear. Being vulnerable in this outfit was not possible for Kella. Where she stood, she settled on her knees on the floor, not caring what kind of filth, besides her, was down there. Her hands ran over the ledge of his knees and up his thighs, eyes almost pleading him to join her while her smile was radiating mischief and fun. There were many things she could do down there, but that was not going to be one of them. Maybe next time, if for some reason there ever was. He could easily take advantage of her, dominate her, because all common sense had left and she didn’t care who was on top or bottom as long as they finally got to that position.

His eyes burned with lust, something that was not usually found in the range of his facial expressions. He was far past analyzing the ethics, the morals, the consequences. He knew she could do anything, fulfill the sick niches of any man in the next car but he did not want any of that fancy stuff, the simplicity of the initial act was all he needed. His hands, his fingers, both could be used to do what she wanted and what he knew she wanted. His eyes had already taken what they wanted, his teeth, his hunger, all taken care of except for that one last devouring sense of need that she soon gave into. He had given up a few good minutes ago. His mind on fire, he slipped in and out of rational sense and commonality between thoughts. He smiled slightly to himself before his last action rolled into another.

Sensory overload was not something that happened often but the way she moved, the way she starred, the way her words rolled off and her breathing slowed was the only message that came across. His forehead was beaded with sweat, not from being nervous but from how much heat was building up from their activities. He could grin all he wanted but expressions and words only got you so far, and action was what flowed through both of their minds like fish through a stream. This was the greatest feeling, the relaxed and clear feeling of no worries and simple pleasures. This was the good life, the mere beginning was care free, in a place like this very few would think of engaging in such activities but he was already in a state of stress and besides filling a few deep holes in his heart.

He laughed slightly as she became twitchy like a junky for sex. She wanted it, her pants falling to the ground as she smiled at him. Down on her knees, begging for what they both wanted. Her hands dancing along his legs as she grinned up at him. Nefas could think of only one thing to do, he dove onto her, his pants slipping down his legs as he laid atop her. He suckled at her neck like a greedy blood sucker but no teeth, he would not have that. His left hand gliding down her leg, pulling it around him. He ran his fingers up through her hair, kissing her gently as he pressed himself against her, giving her that lack of space between their bodies.

Lust pulsed through mind, body, and soul much like a wildfire destroying everything and everyone in its cart of death. It was only lust. Hatred didn’t boil up over the rim like a geyser and depression or sadness didn’t engulf her like the waves of an ocean during El Nino. No, not even with somebody so close to her, no doubt to get closer that was supposed to repulsed on status alone. Nefas could have been indisputably the greatest guy in the universe that walked around on a white horse in shining armor, but nothing was going to change the fact that she was as cold as the iceberg that brought down the Titanic that wasn’t bothered by petty facts of stealing a life too often then none and he was…well Kella wasn’t familiar with him, but it was improbable that he was as cold as her. He didn’t strike down humans like bowling pins, which meant there had to have been some compassion flowing around in that sickly, sweet blood of his. Lust was what controlled all of her decisions at that moment in time, but nothing was stopping hatred to run her emotions in the future if she ever encountered him again. When depression flooded the nooks of her mind, her memory would move to this day. That would make her happy knowing the danger she craved had covered her resembling a cloak.

It seemed that Satan had cursed her with getting more than just ‘twitchy’ when it came to wanting pleasure. Wretched, pathetic, and dismal were all words that meant the same thing that could define her completely. The urge was so grand that anything would have been done to get it. It didn’t matter where she got this piece of action from, what it looked like, or what they wanted done. When Kella craved something, she went after it until the ‘sweet tooth’ was settled. Sex, fine wine, blood, or even just riding shotgun in a classic car, she’d get them and savor them. Classic cars – just one more fixation that aroused her. This act of passion should have repulsed her, made her toes curled with disgust of even thinking of allowing it to happen, but this weakness would cause her to savor it. What twisted part of her brain made her so frigid; yet still want to be loved? Life had toughened her up to a point of being callused. If this were a true story, words crumbling upon a piece of paper, then it was certain that it would end in tragedy. It gave the impression that there was no other way. Rival against rival, even with lust entwined, seemed to end in death.

The mere idea of him touching her some more caused her skin to itch and almost burn. It wasn’t out of hatred since lust was the one manning the controls, but out of desire. Some how she knew it was wrong to want him that badly, but it was the only thing on her mind. Evidently it would have been the same sort of burning desire feeling with anybody her claws managed to wrangle around that night. He was just…there. Then again, it was uncertain that it would have been as…passionate. Nefas just wasn’t some random guy on the street; he was the one that she hated, even if it didn’t look like it now. Hatred made things more interesting it seemed. It would amaze Kella in the future how astonishingly great it really felt, especially the way he ended up knocking her over onto her back. It caused a hiss to escape into the hot night air from her lips. He had given her what she wanted; no air between them, yet it still didn’t seem enough. She’d always want more and more until she was fully satisfied with what she got. Rather or not she’d go for it with him was a whole different question. Just the feeling of his body was unbelievably pleasing.

Feeling him at her neck, her jaw trembled as her neck tilted back exposing more of the bronzed flesh at the expanse that held her head up. Soon, her back began to arc, pushing her body closer to his. With her leg wrapped around him, the muscles gave a slight squeeze almost giving the impression that some how she’d fall off, even though there wasn’t much to fall off of. Hands floated down his bare back, a nail occasionally poking into his soft skin before the ran back up his sides, enjoying the feel of the sinew that moved underneath her palms. They moved up into his hair gingerly as she was able to get her lips to touch his forehead, Kella’s tongue running over the flesh. She felt shaky, but it was just the shakes that the train was causing as if it was going to come off its tracks soon by what the two were doing in the last car. It didn’t stop her bottom lip from quivering as her body tensed up with relaxation. One hand detached from Nefas’s black hair to move down his chest towards his waist, grabbing onto the swell of one of his hips. Sweat beads poked up through the pores between her shoulders blades, giving her the most eerie feeling causing a shudder to flow through her body.

(I kind of combined styles of points of view, so sorry if it’s confusing or a let down, I was in a hurry)

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As the train car moved to and fro along the little lines of metal that could hold thousands of pounds, she found the movement a lulling comfort. It didn’t distract her from the man on top of her. Seconds went into minutes; they flew right on by all too fast in her opinion. Kella’s eyes went black from the intensity of the pleasure that Nefas was putting out there for her. So many things happened to send her into an overload, but that was all too easy anymore. Moments fleeted on by, yes she could feel him and resisting was not an option. It was the climax that sucked away at her sweet tooth. A hiss escaped sounding much like a savage beast ready to prey while the one coming from him was soft, at least compared to the other one. Hands groped everywhere that she could get, feeling his trailing along every curve that there was to her body. Things were touched that nobody had touched in a long time for the both of them.

When the two bodies finally pulled away, air reaching the parts that had been hidden by the other, she was gasping for air, feeling the sweat move through her dark scalp, tickling and itching at the same time. Top, bottom, they had switched so many times that it was hard to tell who had what position longer, but that only mattered to those who cared where they were at in the horizontal limbo. In the end, Nefas had wound up on top of her and when all of him finally pulled away, she just kind of laid there, not worry so much about the nakedness, but on what the hell she had just done. Yeah, it had been beyond amazing, even for a normal needed fuck, and the pleasure was still electrifying, but those thoughts haunted through her brain. Was he having such doubts? It was done, that was true, and taking it back would prove to be…difficult. They’d have to live with the situation they had brought upon themselves. As thoughts lingered around her head of death in ways unimaginable, Kella couldn’t help but smirk, watching him out of the corner of her eyes. For a guy that drank only animals, he wasn’t soft…nope, not soft at all.

He looked deep into her eyes as he braced himself over her. He was exactly what he wanted to be at that point. He was sweaty and tired, in a slightly more normal situation he would probably be in a bed, and laying down by now. But who needs beds when you have a ratty old subway car. He couldn't think of any place he would rather be or anything he'd rather be doing. He was spent sweaty and still on top of a very beautiful vampire, most people wouldn't want to be anywhere else either but they weren't, but Nefas was. when he finally got up he wiped the sweat from his brow and found his pants, slipping them on rather quickly then taking a seat across from Kella's spent body. He could simply sit there and grin, a slightly more devilish grin then the one he was wearing near the start of this but still a smile. He had let something go during the course of this little adventure and managed to keep it away. He was different in a good way. His hands now hung off the front of the seat, his bangs slightly damp with the sweat that had not managed to fall down to his forehead. The bites and scratches along his face and neck would be covered by his hood indefinitely for the next few days but the work it would take to hide the remnants of this night would not outweigh the memories now tied to this night. He sat back, a low and dark laugh that sounded more like the amused laugh of the devil yet still laced with the polite accent of Nefas. As it settled he looked down into her eyes. "Tonight you have become my raison d'être, my reason for living yet in essence you will also threaten my way of life. It's quite humorous in the tradition of the French."

He reached down to grab his now torn shirt that was basically ripped and thrown off into the window as they had indulged themselves. Luckily his sweatshirt was taken off before all of this and now laid just beneath the chair he had been sitting in. He would be wearing that on the way out eventually. He could only now soak in the regret and pleasure that had now flooded his mind. Sure the latter did not outweigh his current situation but he would have to live with it now. Someone would eventually figure it out some how but he would try hard, possibly even close the lips of any suspicious parties permanently. This is how much he was dedicated to this, he did not know if she felt the same way but for right now, from his perspective this was turning into Romeo and Juliet but he would not die so easily. He would let this burn like a pheonix feather within a forest fire. This would go down in history someday as the beginning of the end or the end of war. One way or another the elders would eventually chew him out. The chaos that would insue would probably end with him dead but all said and done there was nothing he could truly do now to fix it so might as well live with it and enjoy it.

He got up again, this time to get his sweatshirt which he quickly put on and zipped up. In one smooth motion he leaned down, kissed her forehead, then slid through the gap that had just formed in between the doors. He had a skip in his step and he weaved and ducked through the crowd with the ease of any limber teenager. He was happy, hopefully she was and now he was gone. It was late in the night and the elders would be getting twitchy. He would have loved to stay and chat but there was already the smell of another on him, hopefully know one in his coven would notice. As he got to the base of the stairs he shouted quickly before the doors began to close. "Come find me, two weeks from now in Lyon, I have some business to take care of and they won't be watching me!"

{{Each of those paragraphs is seperate to reply to, kinda weird I know but hey at least I replied.}}

(Just a little something to close up the thread)

The deed was done, nothing could ever take that back. Their lives might have ended up in danger; it might have even worked out better that way, but what happened from there on was indecisive, except that the elders would be watching them. Her movements the next few weeks would have to be fully analyzed by herself before anything happened. She wasn’t sure how she felt at the moment, laying their exposed tone and all, eyes staring up at the ceiling. It had been great, better then great, but…but what? Even that Kella didn’t know. A grin plastered itself upon her face as she began to find all of her clothes that had wiggled their way in all odd sorts of places. ”I believe it’s humorous to everyone, not just the French, deary,” she said sitting back down on the subway floor just because she didn’t want to sit down on a seat.

When the train came to a stop, Nefas got up and headed out of the car. This wasn’t one of her stops, but it surprised her he still kissed her before leaving, with what looked like a little bounce in his step. Huh, what kind of mischief had she gotten herself into? Craning her nimble neck, ember eyes watched his frame leave, but before the doors closed, she could hear him yell at her. Lyon. Two weeks. Too many fibers of life told her not to go, but putting her butt in a seat, watching whatever the metro passed, a smile curved upward, fangs showing completely. Of course she’d go! Never had the leader of savages turned down such an offer that held curiosity. They wouldn’t be watching him, but what about her?