Thumping bass and heavy drums underscored the techno-rock pumping from speakers throughout the club. The band itself played from a platform elevated in the center of the club, video of the performance fed to screens on the walls and at some of the more elite tables. The band gave a good show to anyone who cared to watch. Most were more interested in the trance of the throbbing beat coupled with a good smoke or other mood enhancer. The club was full, just like most clubs on a weekend in the city. The bar was hopping and the dance floor was unending motion, bodies writhing to the beat individually or in groups; some of the undulating movement on the dance floor could even be considered dancing.
One of the many blond women in the club threaded her way from the press of the dance floor; her curvy body wrapped in a sparkling dress the color of midnight. It was obviously designed to accent her figure and she seemed quite at home in it. Her already tall figure was given an extra three and a half inches by the glittery coal colored Italian stiletto's that she wore. She moved with grace even in shoes of that drastic design but again this did not truly define her from the other women running around in thin heeled shoes and slinky dresses. What set her apart was perhaps the look she tossed behind her, chin turning toward her right shoulder as her shoulder lifted every so slightly. Eyes caressed the man exiting the crowd after her. Her tongue flickered over her lips and then, with a seductive toss of hips, she flipped her hair and headed for the exit. The man waited only long enough to settle his tab and then he was off to follow. The bartender watched him go, shaking his head.
Did anyone see them leave? Not really. If asked, the bartender wouldn't remember the next day the mans face and wouldn't remember anything remarkable about the blond woman. How many of each did he see in a night come in separately and leave together? They were just another nameless couple leaving to go do what couples did in the dark in RhyDin. Who really cared?
In the darker bowels of the night, the howl of a predator filled the night. It wasn't a haunting song of longing. The timbre and length of it sent a much different message. The predator had its prey. Blood flowed. The predator was satisfied. The land lay under a blanket of dark; typical night for the predator to be out and about its business. No moon in the sky to mar the perfect black, only silvery clouds slipping between land and sky to obscure even the faint light of stars. The prey fell alone; the struggle brief. The predator expected nothing less.
In a nearby part of the city, laughter drifted through streets illuminated only by store front signs and the occasional street lamp. This laughter mingled with the sounds of souls partying late into the night, uncaring for the responsibility of tomorrow. Drinks flowed. Money flowed. Music throbbed.
A lone woman drifted down an alleyway. Her hair was a disheveled crown about her young face, the details of it and her features hidden by the nights shadows. Her path did not seem to deliberately do so, but she managed to skirt the light with careful steps. As she walked, let fingernails slide along the wall first on one side of the alley, then on the other when her path took her that way. Somewhere she had lost her shoes but she paid no mind to that. Her head tipped forward slightly, air drawn inward with a slow deliberate breath. The night wind was a buffet of scents. Her lips curled slightly.
Where her path would eventually lead her this woman did not need eyes to show her the way. Scent drew her. It called to her, sang in her veins. Especially tonight. Her tongue swiped over her lips as she walked, her pace more prowling than truly walking. A shoulder lifted slightly, chin turning toward her right to cast eyes behind her. She almost laughed when the footsteps behind her paused.
"It's not very nice to sneak up on a lady." Her words breathed in a taunt at the figure in the shadows behind her. Her smile appeared again although only the shadows witnessed it. Bare feet moved again. The question would soon be answered; who was cat and who was dessert?
Later, minutes perhaps, the blond woman stepped out of the elevator. Her sparkly midnight dress hung all wrong on her body and when she walked, her steps were moist leaving red footprints on the polished floor. Creamy skin carried splotches of fluid red yet she bore no wounds. She leaned into the door with a sigh, a well manicured hand twisting the knob. She pressed her shoulder into the door as it swung open and flowed with it inward. It was home enough for tonight. Her lips curled into a lazy smile as fingers left the door to start working at the zipper of her dress. It wasn't too hard to step out of the blood soaked material, it falling to the floor with a heavy thud. "Better." Fingers passed over her body as if to make sure she was no longer inhibited by man made materials any longer, she preferring her own skin to anything unnatural.
Once free of the sticky material, she turned her attention to her hair. Fingers rifling through it to try to put some order to the disheveled mess. Hard to do with blood starting to dry in it. She licked her lips and called out, "Hello? Ahh, there you are." When her eyes fell on the owner of the apartment she gave a devilish grin at his own natural self. "Bastian dear, I need a bath. Can you oblige?"
Seconds ticked by as his eyes drifted over her body. The scent of the blood covering her creamy skin was rich in his senses. His head tipped forward slightly and then he moved in a blur.
She felt his hands clutch her body about the same moment she realized he had started to move. He was a fast one, he was. Her curvy figure caught by his tight grip, she felt herself lifted and then her breath jarred when she was suddenly against the wall. The sound that came from her throat was more animal growl than giggling laugh of delight and mingled with the growl she could both hear and feel coming from the male that held her so tightly. She struggled briefly in a reflexive twist of her spine when she felt his mouth at her neck, fingers digging into his hair and curling into a tight fist to jerk as if trying to yank his head back. His growl deepened and she felt herself pulled from the wall slightly before being thrust back into with with more force. Her reply growl carried an almost laugh as the power play ended. Her head tipped back as his tongue slid over her skin, her shoulders pressed hard against the wall. Her fingers left his hair to grip his shoulders, nails digging into flesh until the breaking of skin. Oh, she did love his baths.
One of the many blond women in the club threaded her way from the press of the dance floor; her curvy body wrapped in a sparkling dress the color of midnight. It was obviously designed to accent her figure and she seemed quite at home in it. Her already tall figure was given an extra three and a half inches by the glittery coal colored Italian stiletto's that she wore. She moved with grace even in shoes of that drastic design but again this did not truly define her from the other women running around in thin heeled shoes and slinky dresses. What set her apart was perhaps the look she tossed behind her, chin turning toward her right shoulder as her shoulder lifted every so slightly. Eyes caressed the man exiting the crowd after her. Her tongue flickered over her lips and then, with a seductive toss of hips, she flipped her hair and headed for the exit. The man waited only long enough to settle his tab and then he was off to follow. The bartender watched him go, shaking his head.
Did anyone see them leave? Not really. If asked, the bartender wouldn't remember the next day the mans face and wouldn't remember anything remarkable about the blond woman. How many of each did he see in a night come in separately and leave together? They were just another nameless couple leaving to go do what couples did in the dark in RhyDin. Who really cared?
In the darker bowels of the night, the howl of a predator filled the night. It wasn't a haunting song of longing. The timbre and length of it sent a much different message. The predator had its prey. Blood flowed. The predator was satisfied. The land lay under a blanket of dark; typical night for the predator to be out and about its business. No moon in the sky to mar the perfect black, only silvery clouds slipping between land and sky to obscure even the faint light of stars. The prey fell alone; the struggle brief. The predator expected nothing less.
In a nearby part of the city, laughter drifted through streets illuminated only by store front signs and the occasional street lamp. This laughter mingled with the sounds of souls partying late into the night, uncaring for the responsibility of tomorrow. Drinks flowed. Money flowed. Music throbbed.
A lone woman drifted down an alleyway. Her hair was a disheveled crown about her young face, the details of it and her features hidden by the nights shadows. Her path did not seem to deliberately do so, but she managed to skirt the light with careful steps. As she walked, let fingernails slide along the wall first on one side of the alley, then on the other when her path took her that way. Somewhere she had lost her shoes but she paid no mind to that. Her head tipped forward slightly, air drawn inward with a slow deliberate breath. The night wind was a buffet of scents. Her lips curled slightly.
Where her path would eventually lead her this woman did not need eyes to show her the way. Scent drew her. It called to her, sang in her veins. Especially tonight. Her tongue swiped over her lips as she walked, her pace more prowling than truly walking. A shoulder lifted slightly, chin turning toward her right to cast eyes behind her. She almost laughed when the footsteps behind her paused.
"It's not very nice to sneak up on a lady." Her words breathed in a taunt at the figure in the shadows behind her. Her smile appeared again although only the shadows witnessed it. Bare feet moved again. The question would soon be answered; who was cat and who was dessert?
Later, minutes perhaps, the blond woman stepped out of the elevator. Her sparkly midnight dress hung all wrong on her body and when she walked, her steps were moist leaving red footprints on the polished floor. Creamy skin carried splotches of fluid red yet she bore no wounds. She leaned into the door with a sigh, a well manicured hand twisting the knob. She pressed her shoulder into the door as it swung open and flowed with it inward. It was home enough for tonight. Her lips curled into a lazy smile as fingers left the door to start working at the zipper of her dress. It wasn't too hard to step out of the blood soaked material, it falling to the floor with a heavy thud. "Better." Fingers passed over her body as if to make sure she was no longer inhibited by man made materials any longer, she preferring her own skin to anything unnatural.
Once free of the sticky material, she turned her attention to her hair. Fingers rifling through it to try to put some order to the disheveled mess. Hard to do with blood starting to dry in it. She licked her lips and called out, "Hello? Ahh, there you are." When her eyes fell on the owner of the apartment she gave a devilish grin at his own natural self. "Bastian dear, I need a bath. Can you oblige?"
Seconds ticked by as his eyes drifted over her body. The scent of the blood covering her creamy skin was rich in his senses. His head tipped forward slightly and then he moved in a blur.
She felt his hands clutch her body about the same moment she realized he had started to move. He was a fast one, he was. Her curvy figure caught by his tight grip, she felt herself lifted and then her breath jarred when she was suddenly against the wall. The sound that came from her throat was more animal growl than giggling laugh of delight and mingled with the growl she could both hear and feel coming from the male that held her so tightly. She struggled briefly in a reflexive twist of her spine when she felt his mouth at her neck, fingers digging into his hair and curling into a tight fist to jerk as if trying to yank his head back. His growl deepened and she felt herself pulled from the wall slightly before being thrust back into with with more force. Her reply growl carried an almost laugh as the power play ended. Her head tipped back as his tongue slid over her skin, her shoulders pressed hard against the wall. Her fingers left his hair to grip his shoulders, nails digging into flesh until the breaking of skin. Oh, she did love his baths.