Sub-Plot 01 [::] Blood, Lust, and Betrayal
First Sub-Plot
Kella Credence Diesel
Nefas Leonardo Altima
Meutrier Coven
Sanguinaire Coven
Hit me like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman can i be your man?
The night was warm while the Meutrier catacombs were thick with oppressive air. There were so many people in that dark and dreary dungeon that their leader had had enough of all the bullshit that seemed to be piling up at her feet. Some of it was truthfully her fault, but changing any opinion that she had on it would just make her feel weak, even if it wasn’t what would be thought of her. Taking her coat, Kella Diesel left in a not-so violent uproar – some asking if they could tag along, others knowing to stay out of her way until the dust settled. No guards, no people, just herself. It had all been business and all she wanted was fun! A time to flirt, be merry, if it was possible; and just be female, which was what she had set out to do, heading for the Paris Metro.
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah
The Sanguinaire Coven seemed to be running on its own, going into autopilot again while their fearless leader decided to skip out again. It wasn’t that he was leading, it was just he was leading from afar. While the other coven leader was in the thick of things, Nefas Altima was out of the way, to not be bulldozed by what was going down within the fence of the coven. He was feeling rather lonely, no prime suspects in his coven, some fearing the pleasure others just him. Out, away, again, from his coven. All he was really looking for was somebody to spend one night with. With hope to find somebody, if not spend time by himself, he boarded the last car, the dingy dirty one that was always vacant, on the Paris Metro.
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up...
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah
He could smell her before she entered, she could smell him before she entered, but neither could truly know that one of their enemies stood behind the door that went into the car. Nobody popped out to kill either of them – she loathed the sight of him, but he didn’t seem to notice at all who she was, even though he truly knew. As she took a seat, he watched her, as he spoke, she watched him. There was something that intrigued Kella about him, and there was something about her that Nefas just couldn’t put his finger on. She was pretty, he was handsome, both were looking for a release, but with each other? She was hot and bothered and he was looking for companionship. Thoughts of the elders flooded into their minds – certainly they would kill them. Thinking didn’t do much when their hormones started taking over. She tried to fight it, but allowed it control over her.
Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light, go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
oh, loosen up
Introductions and a one liner, but that was all that could be said. When the lights went out, he made his move, getting closer. She could feel him in front of her, the lust inside of her stomach growing with every second. Reaching out to him, she put her lips to his and kissed him hard. It was what she had wanted all along. Maybe not from him, but it would just have to be done. As much as her dreams had been to kill him, it was overweighed by lust, her sexdrive, and just the general allowance of breaking the rules. The consequences meant nothing to somebody who felt she could rule all of the world. She found what she was looking for and he had found what she was looking for. Tasting him, it’s all she wanted, to have his blood. Biting his lip, she swept her tongue over the spots where the little bit of blood came up.
You gotta please a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah
Bodies close, hot breath, loss of air – they were all things that led to blood, lust, and betrayal. When both were completely satisfied, they went their separate ways: Kella back to the catacombs and Nefas to wherever he was off too. A week or so passed, but it was soon brought to her attention by one of her people. How had they ever found out? Who on earth would know such a thing? Unless…had somebdy been spying? No, the car had been empty. Could they smell him on her when she returned? Either way, somebody let the beans out of the bag. A majority of each coven were looking at them with disdain. Some of them understood, very few, and a few remained loyal. Those that didn’t were prepared to overthrow their leaders. The members were plotting behind their backs, attacking their leaders when they were out alone. They had betrayed them! They deserved the fate they were getting, but none of them stopped to think of what the elders would do to them. They weren’t met to be buddies with the opposite clan, but there weren’t any rules to it were there? No. What was the big deal?! At least it hadn’t been a wolf. With Kella pissed, anger filled her eyes, ready to kill him if he was ever around her again, which was what he was trying to do, speak to her and settle things out together. Only time will tell if she chooses to slit his throat or to accept that they both need help. Would Nefas only kill her in the end?
You've got the peaches, I've got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cuz I'm hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet
Do you take sugar.....
Credit to Foreigner for
lyrics