Hot Young Things. (Invite Only)

[Kaspar]

A poem came to mind while he watched these beautiful beings, inspired by the lick of heat tempting his hand when Indie’s own began pressing him closer and closer to the source. Words swimming through his head whispered about ice and fire, about destruction and desire but kept escaping before he could put them into intelligible sentences. He wanted to grab the little black book he always carried in his pocket and write down everything. Maybe they could be his muses, dancing naked around him while he strummed a song to life, something melodic that you could feel deep down in your very bones.

Goddamn.

He'd loose himself in it if she didn't stop, and he shot her a look that said as much, a warning wrapped in a prayer, contradiction at its finest. "Lord yes, but be aware of the consequences", unspoken between them. Hel had already given her that warning verbally on another occasion, laid the deal out on the table. She took his terms without offering any of her own, just wanting to touch him. Kaspar was vaguely aware of Adley fiddling with a camera, eventually turning it on the trio, capturing their close encounters. He didn’t mind, just made a mental note to ask the man for a copy of the good ones later. They were a little group of artists, the musician, the painter, the photographer and the model. It was beginning to look like some real Andy Warhol ****, but it reminded him of Berlin, the place of abandoned buildings used as art spaces.

Jameson's story had begun in earnest and it was like most of them, descriptive and amusing but left Kaspar with a strange twinge of sadness, of pity for the man. Stupid, really, Jameson was for the most part alright. He was a product of his crappy upbringing but he also seemed a lot more capable for it, most people had their problems and Jay just wore his more obviously on his sleeve than most. He'd mentioned his ex before, the relationship was pivotal to parts of his life and development, a lot of Jameson's stories of his youth contained the guy.

It was the thing about Jameson that was so captivating though, the way he dived head first and completely into whatever he chose to do, to who ever he chose to do. He could lead in the lower ranks but he liked to hitch his wagon to someone higher up in the perceived pecking order of his little world. Hel wondered if he was aware of it at all, though he wasn't about to complain, it meant Jameson had latched onto him after all. He'd let him, welcomed him in as they'd lay there on the dusty floor of an abandoned building, smelling of sex and stroking euphorically over skin, unwilling to pull away.

Kaspar slid free of Indigo's grip, removing himself before she trapped him in that honey pot. Jameson's story was drawing to the inevitable end, Adley was happily snapping away and she looked as if she was ready to lay back and let them devour every inch of her caramel skin. Enough was enough. He was near shaking at the thought, he knew he was going home with four heavenly bodies tonight and didn’t want to spoil the fun by taking everything just yet.

A heavier beat pulsing through the club left Kaspar’s appreciative laughter trailing off into nothingness, the first bars of a song he couldn't ignore making him itch to move. Hel was on his feet without a word, not hesitating to leave the table on his own especially when he knew that in a matter of hours they’d be drowning in a sea of sheets, his tongue bathed in copper and caramel. His mouth brushed a promise against Jay’s clavicle as he climbed around him, “Later” it said, later. Bodies were moving faster now, some jumping and shoving into each other, others just swishing hips in more agitated movements, ready for the chorus to crash over them.

The lyrics started and Kaspar was dragged into that frantic movement by nearby rockers, many who recognized him for his regular appearance on the scene. His band mates spotted him again, fighting to push their way across the dance floor, throwing themselves against him and screaming out the lyrics excitedly. As the chorus hit Hel’s hand splayed across his own abdomen, the man leaning into the music, letting his head tip as he crowed out the lyrics. The music had hold of him, Hel flicking his hair forward and whipping his frame in time with the beat. His hips rocked, gyrating with a fluid motion as it was second nature. There was a seductive, contained violence in the way he moved, it was obvious that this was where he was most alive, with sound pumping like blood through his veins. He was as hungry for it as he was for any of the bodies he’d been aching for all evening. This was where he was an immortal, a god. They were members of the neon church, and this was where the congregation came to pray.

((Song Kaspar goes to rock to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ntcz-S68L-8 ))

[Jameson Dade]

He didn't have to confirm what Adley said, because it was evident in their body language, their expressions. Something about the whole thing said that they played a very unique type of cat and mouse game, and Jameson loved that familiarity. His life had always been so much chaos, but the one thing which had always given it a string of coherence was the people he knew. Dr. Ozzy said that Jameson didn't form attachments the way normal people did. Something about how his mother and father probably hadn't held him enough or something, when he was a baby. Freud was a pervert and probably a sexist. His mind was briefly drawn back to the first time he'd met Kaspar. Hadn't even been that long ago. But that was probably evidence of the issue Ozymandias had been talking about. Jay became obsessed with people. He threw himself into their lives and wouldn't leave. Sometimes it lasted for a few weeks. Sometimes it lasted for years. Codependent. That had been the word used. Like when Jamie had intentionally sabotaged Max every time the man tried to get clean. Because as long as Max needed the drugs, he needed to be with Jameson. There were some very ugly parts to the allurist.

"I'll hold you to that, Indie girl. " He said, though with the music blaring, it might as well have been little more than a whisper. And Indigo was human, so maybe she just saw his lips mouth the words. The important thing was that she knew. So he watched her sprawl back between the men. For some reason, the Egyptian goddess Bast came to mind at the sight. He could imagine her looking like that. Feline and gorgeous, and languid. Jay found himself having to deliberately draw his attention away, because he could have stared for ages at the image of her and those beautiful boys. But nothing good ever lasted for too long. Adley had his camera, and the film was a barrier between the Necuratist and the rest of the group; it said that he was at a distance. Still part of them, but not truly engaging. Jay almost wanted to ask him if he had been an outsider in his life, but that seemed almost too intimate a question, and Jameson couldn't fathom a creature as attractive as Adley ever having had trouble making friends. Maybe it was the plight of the photographer. Always investigating scenes. Never quite fitting into them.

But you are one of us. So he did the only reasonable thing he could. He hauled himself closer, twisted, and ended up basically on Adley's lap. Okay. Not really. Even with his narrow frame, there wasn't quite enough room for the both of them, and Jay essentially ended up with his back smooshed against Adley's chest. His legs were still on the table, and his butt basically dangled. He snatched up the camera so that he could turn it around. The thing was bigger than he had anticipated, and the buttons weren't exactly the same as the cheap digital cameras or disposable ones he'd grown up with. But he still managed to get the essence of a selfie with himself and Adley. "There. Your collection of beautiful things is complete." He said. "Sorry if the quality's **** though."

Which was right about the time Kas had to get up to go perform. For a moment, Jay watched that retreating form, his gaze lingering on the breadth of shoulders before he decided it was time to grab another slice of life. He had to wiggle to unwedge himself from between the table and Adley, but when he did, he wound up on his knees, a hand extended towards Indie. "Hey, Indie, why don't we go show those clunky footed mother fuckers how to do it?" He asked, waiting for her to take his hand. He intended to tug her up onto the table and then they could get on the dance floor. Not that he was particularly good at it, but he was slowly getting his energy back after having started out the night feeling like he'd dropped some Oxies, and he wanted to do something about it.

Before Indie could respond though, his gaze turned towards Adley again. "You wanna come too?" Or would Adley stay behind, and capture more images of them as they tangled and sweated, and bucked with all of those other bodies?

[Indigo]

Indigo heard the rustle of fingers moving, clicks that she knew all too well. She didn’t change what she was doing or turn her face to dominate the attention of the photographer next to her. Tonight the lens was the last thing she was invested in. It was what was behind the camera that interested her the most. Including the one who had met her attempt beneath the table with one of his own that denied her access. He only added to that hunger but resigned for the time being that it was temporarily futile. A subtle brush of her foot brought her back where she belonged. On the outside patiently waiting.

Indigo imagined that each click that echoed next to her would reveal something more about the man in control. Moments were being captured and preserved from his unique perspective. Eventually she wanted each image in her hands to admire and to have that tangible proof that nothing lasts forever. Glossy, matte, vibrant color or grayscale. It did not matter. She would ask for Adley to share so she could see what he witnessed that in turn inspire him enough to act with the push of a button. Each image would be framed in timeless silver and scattered. They would be close to her and she would cherish them. Moments such as these were so rare and she never wanted to forget.

The movement in the club was constant and distracting. Countless glistening bodies forming a plateau of swaying, snapping, rolling limbs that beckoned for one more to join in. The mass of flesh was designed out of a sea of mixed rhythms that somehow collectively created a chorus of writhing that followed the same tempo. Each was inevitably an extension of another that pulled and begged for more from the one next to it.

The parting of hands was like a new sense of freedom in the making. Kaspar was needed and the bodies rushing to him once he took his leave his from the gathering proved it. No star stays grounded for long. Her eyes went with following the back of him. The desire to move found her wanting as well. Part of her was already out there moving and the rest of her was drunk with anticipation as her foot moved.

It was all about timing and her eyes shifted to Jameson. There was so much ahead. She could feel the possibilities elevate her into a whole new level of awareness as Jay boldly hopped off the table and into Adley’s lap. The camera was seized and after a brief fumble another click. She wanted to climb in and top that magnificent pile of perfection with a grin but the window of opportunity was all too brief. Jameson was on the move again bringing his position to his knees. A smile came across her lips as his hand was offered and the invitation was extended to Adley as well.

“You got it!”

Indigo was more than ready. Her body lifted just enough to peel her warm skin from the leather seat beneath. She leaned over and pressed a kiss at the base of Adley’s jaw just below his ear. Close. So close that she could smell it and taste it on the surface of her lips but sadly no cigar. The subtle retreat of her lips left her feeling that familiar high. Her fingers slid over Jay’s and curled like he was the one who could lift her from some abyss, raise her up to the heavens and set her free. With the heat of her palm she kissed the cool center of his and held on tight. Nothing was going to stop her now. She glanced back to Adley wondering if he would move as she went with the draw of the hand that brought her closer to Jameson.

[Xylia]

It’d been almost 2 months since she last saw Ad. Life had carried on with Xylia keeping herself busy working for her grand sire and when she wasn’t, she was training or carrying out a wide range of tasks for people in exchange for whatever they could give her, or owe her a favor in return. What started out as a way to distract her mind soon turned into mindless addiction, constantly burying herself in tasks so her mind had neither time to ponder, contemplate, review. Unconsciously, she had build up walls and pushed everyone away. Besides the usual exchange of work related information and strange encounters, she had little to no contact with anyone, slowly losing track of herself, her well-being. Compared to the past her that was full of spirit, she was a pathetic shadow of that being, waiting to fade into darkness. Loneliness does that.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was aware. Aware of the need for more socialising in her life, but no matter how she tried she always seemed to screw it over, bolt before the conversation even truly started because she was too awkward. To Xylia, friendly social situations with strangers were comparable to a complex puzzle. The mere dropping of her guard around strangers was already difficult, not to mention starting conversations with them. After living a life of self-inflicted isolation and being on the run from unforeseeable foes, reintegrating into what people deemed as normality, ‘almost’ felt impossible. ‘Almost’ because a tiny part of her still hoped to fit in. Be among them. Converse with them.

Today she wore a black short-sleeved cropped hoodie paired with faded denim ripped jeans and black running shoes. She was waiting for an acquaintance of hers, but apparently he seemed to be running late. Something about being preoccupied with a troublesome lover. Sighing she laid down atop a roof of a building and gazed out at the wide open sky it provided her. Her mind blanked, having been preoccupied with tasks one after another for almost two months straight, it was suddenly given a reprieve.

The longer she waited, the smaller her eyes got. It was not long until they finally drooped shut and she fell into a light slumber.

Noises down below, caused her to stir from her little doze an hour later. Rolling onto her stomach, she dragged herself over to the edge of the rooftop and peered down over it. What do you know? She’d been atop a club all this while. The noise had came from some drunks after being thrown out of the club.

‘So near, yet so far.’ She recalls from a book she read, thinking it rather fitting for the relationship between alcohol and her right then.

Just then, a jeep pulls up to the curb just outside the club. A woman stepped out of the driver’s seat and waited by the club’s entrance as a tan skinned male stepped out of the passenger side and moved to join her. A familiar tan skinned male.

Xylia nearly fell over the side of the rooftop trying to take a closer look but caught herself and quickly made her way down into an alleyway before emerging beside the club to take a closer look.

Her suspicions were confirmed. It was Ad. His appearance brought a bout of questions to her mind. Was he fully healed? Did he get blood donors? Who was his companion? Was that the grand sire he was speaking of?

Before she could stop herself, she was focusing on the lady and upon hearing a heartbeat, the assumption that she was his grand sire was tossed away. Did he turn back to drinking human blood then? The thought had her given her hope for a few minuscule seconds before it was beat down by the fact that it was not possible for a necurat to return to drinking human blood.

She watched as he entered the club with his beautiful human companion. A twinge of envy for his companion tugging at her, but she shook it off. It was best she left him to his own devices. She did not want to upset him again and had no right to be poking her nose into his private affairs. But… her feet brought her to the front of the club and she stared with forlorn eyes at the door Ad went through moments ago. As if by doing so it would bring him out again. She had undeniably missed him. As a friend. As her trouble-making buddy. But it was best they stayed this way.

Xylia did not know how long she stood there staring, but it must have been quite some time as people were giving her vexed looks for apparently blocking their way and looking like some looney. She mumbled an apology and was about to move back to the alleyway when she was shoved into the club by a bunch of party goers.

‘Wha-’

Her senses suddenly found themselves assaulted by loud noises, different odours and colours. Quickly, she slipped herself free of writhing drunk bodies and tried to find her way to the door but found her path blocked by crowds packed like sardines in a tin can. A wave of dizziness hit her and Xylia found herself unable to move. Paranoia came into play and pale blue eyes began glowing silver.

At that moment the shadow vamp knew, if she did not find a way out soon, she was in deep ****.

[Adley Reed]

Adley watched as Kaspar drifted off into the writhing crowd, letting the music take hold of him, pull him under. It was a release. Adley liked to watch that kind of release; he watched it often enough in Jameson. It was a fascinating thing to behold, the way a person could lose themselves in a high, or an action. Even just feeling the lick of breeze upon one’s skin, sometimes, was enough to let one know that they were alive. That everything was okay, simply because they were alive.

In Kaspar he could see life. So much of it. Even if the guy wasn’t human, even if he could be classified as biologically dead. Without the threat of death looming over their heads, vampires had to find something else to live for. They had to find some other thing to push them forward. Something to be passionate about. Something to… lose themselves in.

Adley had been entirely lost in thought when Jameson invaded his space. He didn’t much like it when other people touched his camera, but as Jameson took the awkward selfie, he couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed. It was Jameson. It was the way he was. It was something he could be forgiven for. In that moment, Adley realised that he trusted Jameson. And he trusted Indigo. And he was content; he was happy, right here, with them. Two people who had beforehand been separate entities in his life, and now they had come together. Two worlds had collided, and they didn’t hate each other. They were good for each other.

They were up. They were moving. They were going to dance. Adley didn’t need the invitation; he was going to go anyway. He wasn’t going to stay back in that booth like some moping loner. He wanted to be part of the fun. Besides, he wasn’t moping. And nor was he build to be a loner. Indigo’s breath lingered against his skin long after she’d moved away. It was oh, so hard not to grab her, to hold her close. Instead, he would lose himself amongst the heat of the dancing masses, where touch would be so fleeting that it would not matter. They were all just bits of flotsam bouncing along in a raging river.

He was out of the booth before Jameson could even finish with his invitation. He already had his arm around the guy’s shoulders, shifting so his hand could grip the scruff of his neck. They moved with momentum toward the dance floor. Adley wanted to lose himself, just as Kaspar was in the process of losing himself.

But before they could be caught up in the whirlpool, before they could slip deeper into the mess, Adley saw her.

Zaleski.

She looked almost panicked. She looked out of place. He should have been concerned, but he was still so damned bitter. And so he waited. He waited until he’d caught her eye; he waited until she saw him, dancing there near the edge of the dancefloor with his friends. And only when he knew she could see, only when he knew she had no choice but to see, he pulled Jameson close. One leg slipping between Jameson’s, one hand clapped against Jameson’s jaw, Adley bit. Not rough; Jameson might even think it was just the euphoric, rhythmic effect of the music and the company. It was going to happen eventually, regardless.

To anyone not in the know, he’d simply look as if he were getting intimate with the other man. But Zaleski would know what was going on. There was a point to be made.

[Kaspar]

He was utterly absorbed in the music, his body rocking and rolling in time with it, clashing against those around him, or melting into the bodies that swayed against him. Yes. It was perfect, all those hot humans, pressed so close, their sweat dripping down backs, the salt of it able to be scented in the air. His eyes stayed closed for most of it, only opening when the music mellowed out again, turning his head to seek out his circle of friends in the crowd once more. Jameson and Indie were heading towards him, Adley not far behind and he took a moment to truly appreciate the view. Each of them were alluring, or interesting in their own right. Jameson had a contained wildness, he burned and you could see that fire, flames flicking within his eyes as he devoured the crowd with them. He wanted it, he wanted it all to be his and Hel knew that Jay could take it.

Indie was softer, more in awe of everything, easily overwhelmed it was like she was a newborn sometimes. The way she looked at him as she headed closer made him feel warm, made him feel like he was the only one she saw. Amazing how she could do that. He wondered if she made everyone feel that way? It was a talent if she could, though it was obvious who really held her affection. He wasn't jealous when she looked up at the others, no, not at all because he knew how easy it would be to get her eye again. Adley was another beast entirely, it was him that Kaspar was currently most intrigued by, he wanted to touch the man's cold skin, wanted to know more about the kind of vampire he was. He wasn't so human as Jay and himself, nor was he dark like the Shadows Kas had met. A killer? No, far too much control and while he could be of the mystical or telepathic variety, something just didn't seem to fit. Necromancer? When the lights flashed over him there was a moment where his skin was too pale, a tone that spoke of death and the vibe you got around him... Hel shuddered.

That should've been off putting, should've made someone want to steer clear of Adley, but as was evident from his lack of pulse, Kaspar didn't always care what should be done. He wanted a taste of Adley, and he was certain he'd get it. The man in question had paused, staring away from them, from him. He was watching a man, Kaspar surmised based on her reaction to him, the pair looking at each other for a few heartbeats. "Oh, hell..." He hissed under his breath, deciding to make his way closer, something in Adley's expression made Kaspar want to step in front of the man and take his shoulders, to turn him away. He didn't make it in time, he was a few metres away when Jay was tugged into Adley's embrace, Kaspar watching the knee go between Jameson's legs, a hand familiar and possessive on his jaw. He was biting him, in the middle of the damn club, a message. What message? Indigo was right there, what would she think? He didn't give her a chance to, as Adley had hold of Jay, Kaspar took hold of Indigo. With gentle pressure he swept his sweet caramel into his arms, lifting her against his chest. "Mmm." The noise of appreciation escaped his lips before his head dipped, capturing her in a heated kiss, one meant to distract, to make her melt in his embrace and give Adley time to get his **** together.

His hand sunk into that mass of curls, cradling her head to keep her close, though he wasn't afraid she'd try to escape. Kaspar looked up, trying to meet Adley's gaze, trying to make some connection to say "This is for you, Arschloch".

[Jameson Dade]

There were so many of them. A sea. Jameson pulled Indigo into the crowd like a rock in Virginia Woolfe's pocket. Sink or swim, he wasn't there to help. He was there to suffocate. To fill every head with noise. To pull them into the same trance that had taken everyone else on the floor. Kaspar was a musician, and for a few moments, he was able to hold everyone in thrall. There was power in his vocals, in the way they followed the music. Jay was moving before he even knew what was happening. His arms were above his head, like he was praying to some god, and his body swayed, his head tipping back and forth, his legs drawn into some kind of intricate and yet childish set of steps that never quite repeated and yet always found the same general stomp and lazy shifting movement. His arms came down. His hands pressed against Indigo's lower back. Fingers dug in and he pulled her closer, until they were sharing breath. Adley was so close to them and he might have fed the other man the sweetness of Indie's every exhale.

They were surrounded. So much life all around them. So much vitality burning away in the form of sweat and sensuality. He could have spent all night like that. Until everyone else had fled, and it was just the four of them together, scraping their way across the floor as melody flagged into the distance before dying. Because all of those souls, all of those people fed into his fire. They were the fuel that he needed. Every drop of atmosphere they gave off, he soaked right up. Maybe he really was lost. Maybe that was the entire point. Because being found was so predictable, so easy. But when you got lost, that was when you had the real fun. So he let his hands slide away from Indigo's hips, drawn up so he could just barely drag the very tips over her cheeks, backing away enough to move closer to Adley. Sharing only worked if you included everyone. Right?

And that was when he felt a knee push between his thighs. They were close together, he and Adley. He knew what was coming, but he didn't have time to prepare, and then he felt fangs in him and the sudden jolt of it mingled with the dancing, and the drink, and all of those people. Well. It sent a jolt of lightning right through his synapses, racing along his nerve endings. It danced as a tingling sensation down his spine and made him buck closer. Breath crushed out of his lungs. He could feel the sting of it. Goosebumps lifted on his skin, and his field of vision slowly narrowed little bit by little bit. His eyelids felt heavy. It felt so ******* good. He didn't think about what Indigo might think. He didn't think about the people or the eyes on them. His arms came up so he could grip Adley and pull him closer. His palms flexed. His fingers dug into an upper back, edging their way towards a neck. Closer and closer. Cool breath came out shaky over skin. He didn't know why it was happening, and he didn't care.

In fact, the entire world unfocused for a little bit. But when it came back, he saw Kas approaching, and Jay himself felt both groggy and like a livewire. He was a little high, and it showed. His hands dropped away. He righted himself, but he felt a little wobbly on his feet. His palms came up again, like they were surfacing for air so he could squeeze right over Adley's biceps. Finger tightened. He almost wanted to demand more, but Kas was kissing Indigo, and why was that so hot? Maybe he was delirious. He wanted to get lost in a different kind of way. Still a tangle of writhing limbs. But with more direction. Why were they all so ******* attractive? His head lolled back for a second. He completely missed the look that Hel was shooting to Adley. Hadn't they been dancing? His head snapped back into place. Who was Adley looking at. What was he...the movement was a sluggish one. Jay turning to try and see where he was looking. There was a figure there. Some girl. Maybe an ex? Jay didn't ******* know and he didn't ******* care. If she wanted to come join the party, she'd have to take the initiative to do exactly that. Because Jameson had his hands literally full, grasping either of Adley's, tugging him towards Kas and Indigo.

Were they still kissing? One hand drew up so he could grip Indie's shoulder, and pull her closer. Everyone together now. Would he taste Indie on Hel later? He decided not to leave it to chance, and as soon as the woman's lips had left Kaspar's, they found themselves occupied by Jay's. What was that? Chaste kiss? Not at all.

[Indigo]

The rhythm of the music found Indigo. Her arms stretched upward to the heavens like snakes charmed by the pulsing of body heat that fueled the fluid movements and the tap of strange hips grinding next to her. Her long fingers snapped and plucked at the stars hidden behind the roof above her. Sweat, intoxicating sounds of pleasure and voices singing all the wrong words to songs that ended long ago hazed her. So many layers available to work into. Promising pools of sensual energy and purpose to get lost in and drown. It was magical and she was taken quickly. There was no fighting the pull that had her body becoming a part of the mass that moved back and forth. Her head went back, her lids falling over her eyes as she bounced between the writhing of flesh around her.

The touch of fingertips possessing a power to bring her closer than any other inspired her hips to roll forward to meet their owner. Beneath the black material clinging to the dangerous depths of her swaying hips he found her rhythm and she met it with her own. Forward and back she proved she could roll smoothly with him. First she followed then switched it up to take the lead at all the right moments. A sway to the side and then crashing back only brought her that much closer to the one that could take her heat and cool her down just enough that she didn’t go up in flames. Her eyes opened to find that any space between them dissolved. A warm breath was all that separated them and she was willing to give that up. So close. So very close. Her hands moved down, fingertips charged with the lean working muscle beneath. Jay was dangerous and she was throwing all caution to the wind. It had no place in that moment. Not at all. His hands tracing her cheeks brought the fire under control and infused a hunger that only heightened the rest. Deeper and deeper played in her head. Yes so much deeper. How far could it really go? Her hips asked as she connected once again to his.

The euphoria didn’t stop when the space widened and Adley came into the mix. Her hands slid to each at the lower back and across to the hard anchor of each hip as it moved with her. The white sheer material over her chest was pulled one way then glided another. Every movement stirred a rise of confession beneath as her skin wept the truth. A fine peppering of moisture spread across her abundance of visible skin. The tell tale salty sweet shimmer of proof that she was invested in all and letting her body move to the music.

Could it be any better?

Yes, it could. The tangle of legs, the rhythm of Adley and Jameson rolling her out so they could collide before her eyes. A beautiful wrap of the god defying men and the lock of a mouth to the others skin. She felt a raw, spine scathing rush of need hit all those hard to reach spots within her. They were setting her on fire.

It was then that Kaspar swooped in and caught her before she floated away. The thirst for him was needing to be sated even if it would be one that would rise again later. Her fingers curled through his hair, pulling him in tight with a claiming hold. Her tongue met his before her lips sealed the open space. The cool presence of his mouth against hers held her down until she came back for more. She was not about to let go until the pull surfaced again that had them all coming together. It was calling for the two to part just enough that the others could join. More heat, more promise. She was drunk and high all over again and she asked for more through the press of her parted lips. There was no shame, no holding back when it came to tasting the lure of danger beneath the flesh around her. A kiss took shape that combined all beneath her fingertips as she explored, discovered and connected to all three using each of her senses.

[Xylia]

Still in panic mode, she lifted an unsteady hand to sweep light ash brown strands back and out of her face so she may have a clearer view of the place and look around for another potential exit.

It was while she was looking around that she spotted Adley on the edge of the dance floor, with 2 other male vamps and the female he entered the club with. Boy fit in with them like a glove. He seemed to have spotted her before she did for his eyes were already on her when they connected, waiting. Waiting for what though? She watched him pull one of his male friend towards him and looked like he was about to get intimate with him. His leg in between the guy’s legs and a hand clapped around the male’s jaw. It was then she realized what he wanted to do.

He bit him.

Xylia’s eyes widened for a brief moment before she looked around, scanning the people around her to see if anyone else noticed. She then realized there were couples around doing similar actions to what Adley and the guy was doing. Right. It was a club, people did this sort of things here. Ad and the guy he was with would probably be viewed as homosexuals. Sadly, Xylia knew better. It was for her, a message being conveyed to her. Proving he did not need her, he had people there for him. He was fine without her. She turned back to look at him and found sea green eyes still on her. Xylia steeled herself, refusing to show him how his action affected her. Whether he knew the extent to how much it actually hurt her or not did not matter. She was happy for him but, anguish was continuously pouring into the dark void which was her soul.

Something thumped within her mind and one by one her senses grew numb.

Her vision grew hazy, the sound of blood pumping hearts mixed with the rhythm of the music were muffled in her ears. The odours of those that surrounded her was no longer an issue. Her panic ebbed away, in it’s place a cloudy mind, incapable of coherent thoughts. It was as if something was shielding her from herself.

When she finally came to, Xylia was incapable of controlling her own actions. It felt as if she were sitting at the backseat of a moving vehicle.

Xylia smirked at Ad, but it was not the usual one she always gave him in her unique playful manner. This smirk lacked the friendliness, humor, altogether it looked out of place on her face. Like it wasn’t her. Slowly, she made her way over to where Adley and his group of acquaintances were. Weaving her way through the crowd and shoving people out of her way when she could find no other way around them.

While this happened, an inner battle was taking place within the 20 year old’s head. Someone stop her, she begged but her plea would not leave her physical lips. She could see everything that was happening, know what was coming but she could not stop herself. Helpless. Something she loathed, and her worst nightmare. Yet here she was, witnessing it firsthand.

When she finally reached the four of them, they were locked in a chain of lust. She stalked around them, keen eyes searching for their sole prey. When she found him, she paused to his side, not facing him directly.

“Are you that desperate for another taste?” She whispered in his ear. Her tone cold, but to those that heard it would sound like they had slept together. Which they did, literally. Nothing more. Just sleep.

The decision had been made for her, Ad and her could never go back to the time they were friends. It was good too. No good would come to him by staying her friend and he could be used as her weakness.

Xylia had mixed feelings about this, but the one who was currently in control had no reservations about crushing whatever chance of friendship she had left with the necromancer.

[Adley Reed]

Over the past week or more Adley had allowed his past to slip away. The woes that lived in his heart and soul slowly ebbed until they were near non-existent, but now he knew that they had not left him be. They were still there, hiding until the right moment. This moment, when they reared their ugly heads. He should have been distracted by Kaspar and Indigo and yet he was not. He had eyes only for his past.

There, in the midst of the writhing bodies and the addictive beat he realised that a past was not something to let go of. A past was something that was always going to be there. It was what had shaped him; and why should he let go of something completely when there were ways in which it could be fixed?

Though, it was hard to be completely focused on his whimsical desire to show Xylia that he had found his niche. The taste of Jameson’s blood was addictive in itself, the rush of his excitement – not only with Adley but with their beautiful group in this club, on the dancefloor, the music moving through their limbs in tandem. They didn’t know what was happening. It was only as Jameson leaned away to claim Indigo that Adley’s canines unsheathed from Jameson’s neck. The waif of a man slipped from Adley’s grasp and Adley was left to straighten his shoulders, to watch Xylia in her strange, strange mood.

He’d never seen his friend like this, a cold gleam in her eye and a colder smirk on her lips. Where when he’d first set eyes on her in the club she’d looked lost and confused, now she looked downright devilish. Even over the music Adley could hear the words. Desperate for another taste? He sucked the blood from his teeth, pulling his lower lip into his mouth to clear it of the red taint. Without wasting any time he had his fingers hooked behind Zaleski’s neck, his lips ducked down to her own neck – almost as if he were going to bite her again, without her permission. But instead, he spoke roughly into her ear. Hers alone.

”Not for you, Zaleski. You made sure of that,” he said. He was not sure why she would ask such a question. It was not as if he could help it. It wasn’t as if he had been the one to drop her. If he wanted to show her that he had moved on, and in such a way, it was not because he was desperate for a taste of her blood. It was because he was grieving for the loss of a friendship that he thought might last years, or decades.

He released Zaleski, himself stepping back toward the distracted trio.