I Must Confess: I'm Addicted to Lust

[Liliya Kozel]

Liya stood in front of the mirror in her dingy hotel room fresh out of the shower as she thought lazily about what she was going to wear that evening. She was running out of outfit possibilities, given that she was only able to haphazardly pack a small suitcase before leaving home. She shook her wet hair a few times and frowned, that place had never been home, merely a place she had lived for most of her life. She was going to have to buy more clothes soon, and find a place to live for that matter. She threw the towel over the corner of the door and walked into the main part of her temporary living situation. It wasn’t the highest quality hotel, she knew that regardless of her lack of travel experience, but it would do for another week or so. There were no roaches or other undesirable creatures that she could tell, and it was cheap enough; it would do. She leaned over the suitcase sitting on the corner of the bed and picked through her clothes. Picking out a few possibilities, she chewed absently on the inside of her cheek. She grabbed a few items that she had pulled out and walked back into the bathroom for the mirror. As she held them up to her body she moved her head from side to side trying to decide exactly how she wanted to look today. She finally settled on a pair of striped pants and a cropped bustier. She didn’t think that a jacket would be necessary tonight; because of her newly acquired talents she hadn’t had as much of a need for a jacket as she used to. Running a hand through her hair as she walked back out of the bathroom, she glanced at the calendar she had pinned to the wall to count how many days she had to find a quiet place in a nice forest area, how many days until the full moon, just a few more days. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she would force herself back down from the high living a new life provided and start to get serious about staying here. Tonight however, tonight she had one more building to explore before the vacation-like aspect of this week ended. Grabbing some money from her small stash, she placed it in her shirt, the safest place on her person, and walked out into in the hotel lobby. The concierge behind the desk stared openly at her bared stomach for a few seconds, and she smiled slightly was she walked out, satisfied in her outfit choice.

Liya had made it a habit to walk into a few different buildings every day, that way eventually she will have familiarized herself with her favourite part of the country so far: Aluzbra Alley. She had been wandering fairly aimlessly after having gotten off the long and complicated train ride from Ukraine to Austria, partially from shock and partially from feeling conflicting feelings of loss and triumph, and had meandered her way into the heavily populated alleyway. Regardless of the colder weather, she had found that there were always large amounts of people out and crowds always made her feel more secure. She had a talent for disappearing in them, and though the chances were slim that he would chase her to Austria, she was careful because her father was a vengeful man. She had managed to walk into and through all but four buildings so far, and the last one she was going to hit today was the one she had been waiting to since she had first walked past it’s strange exterior. Today, the last building on the list was the one with no windows. She leaned against a light post and watched from across the street, observing the people going in and out and trying to discern the purpose of the building. The people didn’t seem very special or seem to have a specific reason she that could tell, so it must be a perfectly safe building to go in. She looked down to double check that she didn’t look dishevelled or anything. She walked across the street purposefully, slipping easily between the bodies that surrounded her until she came to the door. She walked through it following a boy in his late teens that smelled like another wolf. She was surprised by the differences between the face of the building and the inside. And even more surprised by the bouncer at the top of the stairs that only looked her in the eyes before nodding her in. She hesitated momentarily, her eyes lowering out of habit; any other time she met the eyes of a man, she ended up hit for it later. As soon as she realized what she had done, her head snapped up. That was a habit she would have to break, she was no longer at home; she didn’t need to pretend to be demure. That wasn’t who she was.

Liya walked down the stairs cautiously, walking a little slower down the stairs than the people around her who seemed more familiar with this place. She started to hear the slight pulsing of heavy bass now; her head cocked to the side as she wondered how thick the walls needed to be to muffle the sound. The further she descended the louder the music became, and thicker the crowd of people grew. Her steps faltered slightly, and she stood still for a moment merely looking around. There were just so many different things going on at the same time, her eyes couldn’t move fast enough to take it all in. She looked from the people dancing together, to those who were standing around the bar waiting for and sipping on drinks, to the hallways leading down to darker areas that she would explore later. All the strange smells that went along with what she was seeing overwhelmed her for a moment; heightened senses was not something that was easy to get used to. She scrunched her nose for a second in confusion as a completely unfamiliar scent assaulted her. It wasn’t the fact that it was unfamiliar that had her confused, it was the small whine she felt in the back of her mind in reaction to the scent. She couldn’t even describe what it smelled like, the closest thing she could come up with was especially terrible body odour. Shaking her head once, she inhaled again but just couldn’t get rid of the scent so she shrugged and walked into what looked to be the main part of the club. The music pounded through her whole body and a grin slid across her face, the previous confusion vanishing. This was definitely her new favourite place in Austria. With every step further into this part of the club, her excitement grew exponentially. She felt the eyes on her as she meandered into the throng of people dancing against each other, and revelled in it as she slid between the bodies. Her grin widened, if they liked what they saw now she couldn’t wait for the stares when she started dancing.  Her hips had already started to follow along to the beat as she had stepped into the throng of people.  She generally danced by herself when she had been able to sneak out for the night, it was so short notice that she couldn't plan anything with her friends.  And as she got older, she found that there weren't often people in the club that could keep up with her.  Her hips had already started to follow along to the beat as she had stepped into the throng of people. She generally danced by herself when she had been able to sneak out for the night, it was so short notice that she couldn't plan anything with her friends. And as she got older, she found that there weren't often people in the club that could keep pace with her.  As the song she came in on faded into the next one, she allowed her eyes to drift shut and her movements to become more impulsive. The turn of her hips was led by movement of her arm was followed by a toss of her hair. A contented smile settled on her face as the music filled her mind completely and she let go of the worries of finding a place to live, finding a job, and finding a place she could go on the full moon.  She let go and just danced.  

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[Mortimer Blackwood]

“I do believe that's mine,” his fingers closing around the bottle in Nicki's hands, pulling it too quickly from her fingers and shoving her with his hip away from the mirror. He didn't give a shit what she wanted with the bathroom, she wasn't going to be taking his things. He would have to tell Damon to make her mind her own business. He didn't want to waste words on the woman. Had Damon even been here tonight, he might have said something about it right then and there. As it was, he and Avery were out doing something or another. He wasn't about to sit at home with her, so out he was going. Pushing the product between his fingers and applying it to his fingers he shot a haughty look in Nicki's direction. She was pouting. Jealous. Obviously. Tossing the bottle of product between his hands a few times to test the weight, he made an all too obvious show of balancing the bottle on his fingers, showing Nicki that he knew exactly how much was left in this bottle, and that it should still weigh the exact same whenever he returned to the house. Whenever that would be. With a small, triumphant smirk and adjusting his outfit once more, he turned to leave, shutting the lights off passive aggressively on his way out, leaving her in the dark. Pointedly ignoring her protests. If she didn't like it, she could find another place to stay. Mortimer still didn't really understand what it was that she was even doing here. He wasn't about to accept any of that halfhearted, just wanting to visit her maker bullshit that she kept selling him. He was just ready for her to be gone again. Really. Annoying little twat. His feet carried him down the elaborate stairs of the house he was a guest in himself, moving to the front door of the house and pulling it open, yanking to let it close behind him, but his next step didn't land him on the terrace, rather landed him on the cobbled streets of Alzubra alley. Moving easily amidst the throngs of people.

His destination tonight wasn't any old shop or bar, it was something that he was hoping was going to be a great deal better than that. A place that he had been hearing about more and more often as of late. It wasn't really like him, anymore, to become part of the whole night 'scene' he was done with those days. He had nobody left to impress, no desire to dance and even less to sing. He was fine staying home, close to the only person left in this world that he cared for even slightly. Not that Damon would have liked hearing it put that way. It wasn't slight, his feelings for Damon. It could never be, given their history. That didn't mean that he didn't distance himself from it regardless. Bad things happened to those he loved. His feet carried him down the street toward the tell tale lure of deep bass music and the sugary sweet smell of the newest of his kind. The breeding here was even all wrong. Turned too kindly to have that musk he far better preferred. All so very young, he could smell it. Under ten, nearly all of them. They wouldn't even know what to do with him. The though curled his lips as he winked at the man at the little red rope. He wasn't about to wait in line, men with asses and faces like this didn't wait in line. They didn't even try to stop him.

So. This was what passed for a vampire bar these days? He missed the good ol' years. Back before Vampires could be out in the public like this. Back whenever they had to have seedy little joints in the underbelly of the world that reeked of depravity. That was what he liked. That was the sort of thing that he could really get on board with. A place like that he could squat in. Lurk in a corner for days on end and have nobody blink twice in his direction unless he wanted them to. It had been the no humans allowed aspect that had really sealed the deal for him. This was hardly the only establishment of this sort left in the world, but normally It was a den of sex and consensual feeding. Among other things. That, and the whole, inter-species mingling. Apart from their smell, Mortimer had never taken any issue with those differently gifted than himself. Werewolves and the like. Their stench permeated this whole building, but at least once inside...it seemed to have been magically muted somehow. He wasn't going to complain about that in the slightest. It was easy enough to pick out which ones were which. The wolves from the vamps. He wasn't surprised just how few of them really were socializing.

His crooked elbows pressed into the top of the bar, fully aware of how strange it was for him to be doing so at all. He was the only one standing up here, nearly everybody else was in the back, pushed into booths or moving on the dance floor. Nearly all of them pushing a little too hungrily into one another. There were all sorts in here, and they all had seemed perfectly content to just allow the staff to fetch their drinks for him. All of their clothing versions of black and leather while his sweater stuck out like a sore thumb. Not that he didn't find it all oh so appealing, but he was above it. He was better than. He wasn't one of them any longer, and he wouldn't be pressured into dressing like them just because they would want him to fit in, to blend. He rather liked sticking out, looking human, edible. The only splash of color apart from red that he could see. For all of the moving bodies within this space, it was lacking life.

He was lying if he said that he didn't have another reason for coming here. He had just wanted to see her, his little Keara, perhaps give her a little more reason to get out of town for a good long while. She didn't needed noses poking in her direction...and there were things going on in this world that he didn't really want her to be a part of. After all. He couldn't explain why she would want to work here, but he was still rather anxious to get to know her boss. The Centara woman that he was always hearing so very much about. Even Damon had met with her a few times, and yet, Mortimer never seemed to see hide nor hair of her, and there was just something wrong with that. Everybody should know him, to see him was to love him, after all. Finally, he was gifted a drink from the man behind the counter, who seemed torn between wanting to stare at him just a little longer, and wanting him to go away something desperate. Winking he took the drink, moving slowly from the room that he had been in, into the next one over. Another bar, just as big but this room felt, like a club, He couldn't quite explain it, but this room just felt different. Intense. The music deeper, moving up his legs with it's decibel. Would have made his heart pound harder, had hit heart still been beating. The massive dance floor was obviously the main attraction, perhaps If he made a big enough scene...he could rustle Keara out of the woodworks, or possibly enjoy himself in the process. Both would suit him just fine. He could feel his body moving to the music as he sipped from the glass in his hand, moving slowly just on the outsides of the dance floor

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Liya moved without thought, letting the bass that pounded up her legs drive her movements. She had been dancing since she was a little girl, learning the folk dances of her people, but she hadn’t come to enjoy dancing until she had discovered the clubs in the larger city not far from her town. What she had learned when she was young just never felt right, the ballet-like movements always felt stiff and awkward to her. Then when she should have been going out to the city with friends as most high school students did, she was confined to the tiny village by her strict father; though, that didn’t really stop her from going out and having fun. She was the type of person that the more restrictions put in place the harder she tried to get away, she didn’t do well contained so she had become extremely talented at sneaking around and, more recently, escaping. But now, there weren’t many things that she liked as much as dancing and it reflected on the expression of her face. The small smile never left her lips; sometimes it shifted to include biting her lower lip and sometimes she mouthed along when she recognised the words, but her face always drifted back to the serene smile. As songs changed, her eyes would drift halfway open, and she would glance lazily at those surrounding her on the dancefloor. Regardless of what her father had willed, she had learned what the real world was like and was well aware of the need to be aware of her surroundings. Seeing nothing terribly interesting, she allowed her mind to wander back to where it had been.

The unfamiliar scent she first picked up walking in had seemed to mute itself, but here, in the mass of other people, it was clearly still there but seemed to be more nuanced. She also noticed smells that she had learned to associate with those who shared her affinity for moonlight. They all seemed to be congregating together though, interacting with only each other, and that didn’t seem to be very fun. New people were the most fun in her opinion. After all, what was the point of coming to a seemingly social club if you weren’t looking to interact with new people. She slid her hands up into her hair, lifting it off the back of her neck in an attempt to cool herself a little. Continuing to twirl her hips, she was disappointed by the complete lack of attention she was getting. As much fun as dancing was, when everyone insisted on keeping to themselves, then she was going to find some other way to entertain herself. Just because she liked to dance by herself didn’t mean that she didn’t want some sort of interaction, quite the contrary actually. Ceasing her movements, she just stood and looked around the dancefloor for a minute before deciding to go and get a drink at the bar. Perhaps that would save her rapidly deflating interest in this room.

She slipped between the bodies still moving around her, working her way to the edge of the dancefloor. She noticed that a few people drew away from her as she brushed them, and she thought that strange; she had showered earlier so it couldn’t be from smell, especially considering the way a few of the other people in here smelled in comparison to herself. Throwing a few sideways glances as he went, she finally made her way out of the crowd of people. For a moment, she felt bereft of the press of other bodies against her skin, but after a deep breath and a look around the room her eyes landed on the bar. She strolled over to, leaning down and resting her forearms on the slick surface next to the bartender. “Hey, what do you have on tap?” He didn’t respond in any way, he just keep wiping at the glass in his hand with dirty looking rag and staring towards the dancefloor. “Excuse me? Hello,” she tried again, a little louder this time, but there was still no response from him. She pursed her lips and exhaled slowly, a small growl of frustration worked its way up her throat as she narrowed her eyes. She turned her head, to follow his line of sight, looking for what was so interesting that he was losing out on a tip. At first she didn’t really see anything immediately that seemed worthy of attention, but on her second sweep she saw a flash of colour that didn’t match the rest of the room, whose colour scheme was a little drab. Her head cocked to the side, watching him move along the edge of the masses. A smile, mostly teeth, crawled across her face, wider the longer she stared. It looked as though she may have found someone to aid in her entertainment after all. She pushed herself back from the bar she had been leaning against and meandered in his direction.


Swaying slowly, at odds with the loud music that continued to pound through the floor,she stalked up behind him, looking much like the wolf she could be. Half of her wanted to surprise him, while the other half wanted him to know she was coming; she settled on surprise because that sounded more fun. In the small town she grew up in, personal space wasn’t really practiced so she had no qualms about walking up behind him and standing close enough to lay her chin on his shoulder, “You look a little out of place, you know.” Her nose wrinkled a bit, this close to him his scent was much stronger, though it was different from the others in the room who smelled similarly, but she didn’t move away. He had intrigued her from across the room, and she wasn’t going miss an opportunity to find out why just because he smelled strange for some reason. She began to speed up her movements, syncing up with his rhythm, “Hello, by the way.”

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[Mortimer Blackwood]

It was all just so rude. Ignoring him like this. She had to know that he was here. He was easily the oldest anywhere in his proximity. It took a lot of work to make it to be as old as he was, and not many could do it alone. He certainly hadn't. He could generally smell age on a person, regardless of species, and he had thought that most would have given him special treatment. Maybe he just wanted to be treated like he was special. Because he was special. The most special. He, was the only Blackwood left in existence, perhaps the name of his mother meant nothing, hadn't meant anything for a very long time, but the province he was from....none of the peasants knew anything about it. So far, just about everything about this crummy country was disappointing. Why Damon even bothered settling here was beyond him. Girl or no girl. Perhaps, if the tall bastard had agreed to come with him instead of staying in just because Avery couldn't come into this particular establishment. Her problem since she was the human one, and he was suffering in spite of it.

There was a definite clique issues happening, and the problem was that those who comprised the cliques, were all buffoons he had no interest in standing near, and wasn't going to lessen himself to actually speak to them. A drink. He could have a drink, and then he would leave. If for no other purpose than he could find a way to make Damon jealous because of it. It was a tool. Like Damon was a tool. Just a different sort of tool. His lips pursed as he moved in the direction of the bar, shoving those out of his way that needed to be shoved. He was a large enough man, tended to draw the eye but people in here so far, seemed to be morons. Pushing his way out of the weird funnel like queue at the entrance and into the better part of the room, just off of the people dancing, the odor coming off of them was almost enough to make him gag. Not because of either species, but simply for the fact that the pheromones waving off of them was disgusting. Lust and hate, greed, consuming hunger, all in varying degrees but it wasn't something that he favored. He liked to work in subtlety, sex was second nature to him, had been doing it too long and had been trained too well to actually be turned on by much anymore. He couldn't even remember to feel first hand what they were feeling, what he was so easily able to make others feel. That rush of being attracted to another person, the thrill of touch, he needed to not dwell on it. It ran the risk of actually making him sad.

There was something behind him. His lungs forced back into action, dragging the air into his body. Dog. Young puppy really. The question was, why? He didn't turn, she wasn't speaking, perhaps she was just sniffing him out, seeing if he was easily riled. They had all sorts of stupid rules about greeting people. Though, she didn't smell like the others, none of them had been rubbing against her either. Interesting. So much for the drink, he had found another distraction. Come back home smelling like dog. That would be even better. Her chin lifting to press against the back of his shoulder, almost resting. Had to be on her tip toes poor thing. The corner of his lips pulled upward into almost a smile, but otherwise he didn't move. Didn't push her away, didn't react. Though, it was rather formal for a stranger he thought. Maybe she knew who he was, heard of his reputation... “You look a little out of place, you know.” Or maybe not. Her hips were slowly starting to move along with his and he nearly laughed. She wasn't paying him. He lead unless he was paid to follow. No exceptions. Not anymore. “Hello, by the way.” His hand moved behind him with a blinding speed, he didn't need to contain himself in here, though he was faster than anybody else, it wouldn't be out of place for a regular to move like this, his hand closing on her him and spinning their roles to reverse, leaving himself behind her, his hand twisting to fit more comfortably with her hip and continued dancing, “Oh honey, I'm always the big spoon.” He whispered in her ear. “Hello,” he moved forward until he was flush with her body, “I'm trying to figure out if you're friendly, or very foolish.” There was no threat in his words, nothing harsh, just curious.

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[Liliya Kozel]

She had rolled forward on to the very balls of her feet, making herself as tall as possible to keep her chin perched lightly on his shoulder. It was a good thing that she felt the need to wear dangerously high heels all the time or else she would have had no chance of reaching his shoulder, even with them it was a bit of a stretch. He must have been at least a half a foot taller than she was. After a few seconds of no reaction from him, she was beginning to think that she would end up having to walk away very disappointed. She would be rather put off if he simply ignored her or shrugged her off. She hoped he did something soon, it wasn’t exactly easy to stay up like she was, especially considering she was also dancing. As a small pout worked its way onto her face at being ignored, she felt a hand on her hip. She felt a small pull and then he was behind her. She froze in shock; she had blinked and he had completely reversed their positions. She blinked a few times in confusion; she hadn’t seen him move. She shook her head minutely as she felt his hand readjust around the curve of her hip. Her hips stuttered back into rhythm now that he was leading them. “Oh honey, I’m always the big spoon.” She shrugged lazily, though her mind was racing a mile a minute. “Well, that’s quite alright with me. I make a better little spoon than a big one.” He was also the taller one, so it made more sense for him to be the big spoon anyway.

She knew that there was more to the world than what she had learned growing up, she was a werewolf now after all. She supposed that he could also be something that wasn’t technically supposed to be real. If that didn’t pique her curiosity even further then there was little here that could. “Hello.” She felt him move closer, leaving no space between the two of them. Something in the back of her mind whined, she couldn’t really see him and it was clear that he could be dangerous. But then again, so could she; as he spoke again his breath tickled the sensitive skin around her ear, sending the smallest of shivers down her spine. Her head leaned to the side of its own accord, as though to give better access. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re very friendly, or very foolish.” She bristled for a moment before she noticed that there was nothing hostile in his tone. She didn’t particularly appreciate insinuations that she was foolish, it reminded her too much of her father, but she let it pass. “Well, I’d like to think the former.” She turned her head and tilted it back to speak. Though she was still on her guard, her curiosity was going to win out this time. In all honesty it always had before, and it hadn’t killed her yet so she was going to press her luck again and keep dancing with the man behind her.

She let his hands lead her movements, manipulating her body to the beat of the music. He was a much better dancer than most of the ment she had danced with before, while she was still living in Ukraine. However, having him behind her didn’t really facilitate as much chatting as she would have liked, so she spun beneath his hands to face him. Her nose wrinkled slightly for a moment having caught his scent as she moved; his smell was very strange. Her hands slid up his arms and came to rest lightly on his shoulders; she didn’t think she could reach to link her fingers at the nape of his neck or she would have. “Is it foolish to dance with someone interesting?” She tilted her head to the side, looking up at his face and hoping that he was as friendly as she happened to be. “Isn’t that what clubs are generally for?” Her fingers kneaded the muscles of shoulders; it seemed as though it could be playful or flirty, but she was calculating. It was clear that he was faster than she could ever hope to be, but she was strong now and she was subtly trying to see if he was as well.

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[Mortimer Blackwood]

She smelled surprised, and it was such a wonderfully citrusy thing that he didn't mind. She must have been young, he wasn't all that great at knowing wolves ages, they tended to smell too musky for him to want to smell them for any extended amount of time. She didn't seem otherwise phased than that he was now somewhere that he hadn't been before. Never been around vampires before? “Well, that’s quite alright with me. I make a better little spoon than a big one.” Mortimer smiled broadly, “Ah a changeable woman. Isn't that the dream?” At least he supposed it was, he hadn't really ever given much thought to his type in women. Women had always been chosen for him, in this life. Always told what he was getting and had little to no say in the matter until he no longer cared, until every woman was the perfect woman as far as he would make them feel. It was his go-to. Helped that he had a face that nearly everybody found attractive. “Well, I’d like to think the former.” Just looking for a dancing partner then with no knowledge of the rules or social expectations. That was just fine, he didn't really know them either. Had already broken a few since arriving in this country himself. They didn't do things like this in Russia, or any of the other places that he had lived in the last hundred or so years, nothing where the species mingled so openly, where it was accepted. Which he personally found both interesting and horrifying. He had been lead to believe that they were just supposed to hate one another and that was that. Who knew anymore. This whole country seemed to be doing things backwards. “Good, I like friendly,” His nose dipped to run along the skin of her now exposed neck, no, she definitely didn't know what he was, it was far too cliché for that.

His hands straightened to let his palms press into the bones of her hip just so close to the surface of her skin, moving the two of them and not being shy about pressing himself up against her back or backside depending on what the music was calling for, at least until she spun herself around and he finally got a good look at her face. She had a decent figure, and her face was much better, she had, interesting eyes, or eyebrows, or both together he just couldn't pick. “Changeable and forward, what an interesting combination,” the puppy didn't like to act like a puppy. “Is it foolish to dance with someone interesting?” Did her nose really just wrinkle? “Nooo, wanting to dance with me is very smart, attempting to sneak up on a vampire, not so much,” he watched her eyes carefully, waiting to see if the word would be strange to her, if he was her first. That, would be a particular thrill. “Isn’t that what clubs are generally for?” His eyes rolled down to her fingers, pressing into his marble skin, she was stronger than she looked, but not anywhere near as strong as him. Given how old he was, he would have been deeply, deeply offended if she were. A part of him missed the softness of humans. He supposed, if he had been able to stomach it for a long time, he could have found softness in them as well. Vampires were all angular and sharp. Hard bone structures and even tougher skin, never changing never moving, wolves still got all the heat and softness with the strength, it was a double win for them. Did they know that? Mortimer like the softness, but not the humanity, or the short life spans, he had learned his lesson there. Never getting attached to humans again. Hadn't even fed from one in....well he had no idea how long. He used Vampires for that too. Used them for almost everything.

His hands adjusted accordingly to her body moving them a little more toward the dance floor and keeping close to her in the process, “So what brings a pretty woman like yourself in here, alone?” His head dipped, neck craning to be able to hear her better, it was just an illusion, they both could hear perfectly fine he was sure of it. New or not new. Maybe she was just looking for a little action, that was something that people did wasn't it? He had recently been made aware that he had a very skewed perspective on all things physical and the motivations behind it, and he had yet to make himself case. “Don't tell me I'm a placeholder until somebody better comes around, I just couldn't stand it,”


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[Liliya Kozel]

“Changeable and forward, what an interesting combination.” Forward, yes, Liya supposed that was true enough of her. It was very against the traditions of home, but that was all the more reason to be so forward if you asked her. Sometimes a bit more forward than some liked, but she held little regard for what other people thought of her. Otherwise, she would have been married off by now to some respectable slob that demanded a small army of children. She hated tradition. She rid herself of that thought quickly; it was quite a mood killer and she had a feeling there was much more fun still to be had tonight. “I hope that’s a good kind of interesting.” She grinned broadly, hoping for a positive answer. She would have been severely disappointed if it was negative and he turned out to be less interesting than he had originally seemed. She took a moment, now that she could actually see his features, to allow her eyes to roam over his face unabashedly. He was rather attractive, she could see that even in the dim lighting of the dancefloor. He was refreshingly different from the men in her little town who were all dark haired and tended to have a generous amount of facial hair. And they were all men who would have drowned her in tradition; would never have danced like he did either, not shy in touching or pressing his body to hers. The stark contrast was rather thrilling. Her eyes lingered on the deep lines that framed his mouth as he spoke.

“Nooo, wanting to dance with me is very smart, attempting to sneak up on a vampire, not so much.” Her eyes narrowed for a second as her head tilted to one side, wondering if she had heard him correctly or if he was joking with her. She thought quickly, that would explain a couple of things after all, the strange scent and his inhuman speed. And was it really so strange to find a vampire when she was a werewolf herself? It would seem that all the myths the old women on the outskirts of town warned of were very, very real. Now wasn’t that just the most interesting information. She felt a grin working its way back across her face. “Vampire? Really?” She grimaced internally, feeling as though she sounded more than a little over excited. Now that it was rather obvious that he was the first vampire that she had ever met, she didn’t want to look like more of an idiot. “I guess that explains that moving faster than I could see bit then, huh?” She tried to play it off coolly, but she had so many questions bubbling up towards the surface. Maybe if she was lucky he would answer some of them by the end of the night.

She felt a small, guiding pressure of hands as they led her further on to the dancefloor. She let him lead, he was the big spoon after all, even though they were facing now. “So, what brings a pretty woman like yourself in here, alone?” He leaned his head towards her, either so she could hear his question or so he could hear her answer she assumed. Though, strangely enough, she hadn’t had any trouble hearing him since the beginning of their little chat, even with the din of the music. It would seem that she had just learned of another perk to her new found talents. She smirked up at him. “Pretty woman? Flattery will get you everywhere, sir.” Of course she flirted back while her mind was divided, one side thinking of a good answer to his question and the other wondering if she should have stayed with the wolf who changed her for a short time. Perhaps she would know more, not only about her new self but the rest of this supernatural world. She hummed lightly, before deciding on an answer for him. “Curiosity. I haven’t been in this country for very long so I’m exploring right now.” She shrugged lightly as she smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from the shoulder of his sweater. She was sort of amazed to find how hard his muscles felt under her fingers. “And yourself? What brings you in here?”

“Don’t tell me I’m a placeholder until somebody better comes around, I just couldn’t stand it.” She laughed lightly, as though he would have had any trouble finding someone else to entertain him.. “No dorohyy, I mean dear, not a placeholder.” Sometimes her native tongue slipped out, especially when she was being playful. She looked him over purposefully, searchingly for a moment.   “Something about you intrigued me, though I’m not quite sure what.”

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Come to think of it, he'd never had a werewolf before. She smelled just new enough to be conned into it as well. Though, if she was a biter, of course, then things were going to get interesting. Couldn't have that. Normally, he liked the sort of girl who was feisty enough to be a biter, or brave enough, depending on the vantage point...hell he even liked to be the biter. Though, with a dog, he couldn't be any such thing. Had he any desire to actually get to know her beyond a brief physical interlude, he might remark with half interest that people like themselves, tended to gravitate toward one another. Similar backgrounds, even if on a far smaller scale. He didn't want to get to know her, just wanted to be entertained. “I hope that’s a good kind of interesting.” Mortimer's lips turned downward, as if to say 'maybe', a twinkle pushed into his red eyes. “Why would you want to interest little ol' me?” he followed her with his eyes, checking her grin like she was nearly awaiting approval from him. So eager to please. So he gave her neither a positive or negative response, turning questions back on her. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with her, Mortimer didn't classify himself as having a type on way or another. He just didn't find people genuinely attractive more than once every couple hundred years. He could count the people that he had been really attracted to in his whole life on one hand...and he would need a few hundred people's hands to count the under of bodies that he had slept with.

This girl, was very much a werewolf, an embodiment of life and adventure. He could see it in her yellow eyes, the way her hair seemed to have a life of it's own. No doubt she had chosen to speak to him purely for the fact that he didn't look like he should have been a vampire. Blonde hair, good bond structure, and nothing black on his person. No goth make up or liners to his eyes or large boots that weighted down his feet whenever he tried to take a step. Never liked leather all that much either. At least, not for wearing it. “Vampire? Really?” Mortimer grinned, glad that he had been right about her having never met anybody like him before. “Oh, am I really your first? Color me flattered.” He moved just a little closer to her, just for good measure. Reenforce the good behavior, make it feel like he was interested. She was such a baby, in this world. She couldn't be even out of her twenties...making her fit into his club far better than he did. The average age in here felt to be able 25. He could lie. Say that he was twenty two, because he was....technically. “I guess that explains that moving faster than I could see bit then, huh?” His grin widened, trying not to be pandering. Yes. That would explain the fast moving. “Pretty woman? Flattery will get you everywhere, sir.” “That's not flattery. Flattery would be saying nice things to convince you of something that wasn't true, and have you feeling good about it. Never mistake flattery for honesty” At least she wasn't a horrible dancer, though if she had been, that would have helped to prove that point “And yourself? What brings you in here?” “Business,” more or less, that was true. He hadn't yet decided on a new career for himself to pursue for the next thirty years or so, he'd gotten tired of being a pilot, needed something else and given that this was where his 'family' was located, it was business enough. He didn't need to work. He had money. He just didn't like having no purpose. Floating from one place to another aimlessly. Wasn't the life for him.

“No dorohyy, I mean dear, not a placeholder.” He didn't know that word, didn't know the language or where she was from. He never was all that great with languages, Only bothering to take the time to learn the native instead of just forcing English on those around him in places that he purchased property. England, Russia, Greece, Puerto Rico...he knew some German, but not fluent. He didn't want to ask about it, in case it was something obvious. Well, she said it meant dear, but that might have been a cheap translation. “Something about you intrigued me, though I’m not quite sure what.” His hands adjusted themselves on her body, moving them just that much further into the center of the dance floor, people moving around them easily. “I get that a lot,” his particular physicality never really seemed to fall out of fashion. Generally, he was everybody's type. He didn't take any issue with that. “Could just be because I smelled so sweet.” he said into the skin of her cheek, as if she couldn't hear him otherwise, a very human gesture. “New and exciting, that's what I am”


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[Liliya Kozel]

He pulled her even closer as he was speaking; it was almost making their movements seem lewd. “Oh, am I really your first? Color me flattered.” His grin made her feel a bit naive. She was going to have to work on that; see if she could learn anything that would make seem less foolish to the rest of the population that she was going to be interacting with from now on. “That’s not flattery. Flattery would be saying nice things to convince you of something that wasn’t true, and have you feeling good about it. Never mistake flattery for honesty.” That. That had been a little disarming. She blinked in response to that, and couldn’t really think of anything to say. She didn’t have anything to say. That was something to think about however. “Business.” He did look that part. “Oh, well, I hope then that I am not interrupting anything important.” Though, would he really have been out here dancing if he wasn’t done with whatever business he had been doing? “I get that a lot.” Her head tilted to the side as she looked at him again, trying to pinpoint exactly what was intriguing about him. Yes, he was conventionally good looking. That much was rather obvious. But, she didn’t come from an area that had many people who looked like him. So, even though she recognized his attractiveness, it wasn’t something that was blatantly obvious to her at first. It was something else that she just couldn’t quite place. But, she would figure it out.

“Could just be because I smelled so sweet.” She felt his mouth move against the side of her face. His jaw moving to to form the words, as they pressed into her cheek. For just a moment, she tensed involuntarily. It was only a moment, and then she forced the tension to leave her body, her movements not even missing a beat in the music. She wondered if he had noticed, if he was paying that much attention at all; wondered if she could cover up the misstep in her behaviour. It was just a movement that, had they not been touching this whole time, would have evoked an immediate flinching response. Which she just hated. She thought about the scent that was still wafting off of him, briefly just so that she had something else to focus on. Yes, she could make a joke about one of the strange things she had noticed, cover her tense. That could work, as long as it didn’t offend him. “Well, I don’t know if sweet is the exact word I would have used.” She made her tone playful, just in case it was hard to tell she was being humorous with her accent. “New and exciting, that’s what I am.” Well, she could agree with that. This was all definitely very new and definitely very exciting. Well, meeting and talking to him was exciting, but this place was starting to lose its fascination quickly. There was dancing, yes, but that seemed to be the only thing to do. That could be done in just about any club, could have been done in any of the clubs in Ukraine and that[/t] was in no way exciting. “Most exciting part of the night so far.”

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