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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Sept 4, 2009 18:20:52 GMT -5
The night was getting a little aged, and Anouk decided to get out of her 'drink too much and brood' mode and do a little dancing. Before getting out on the dance floor and slowly swaying to the heavy music, she spotted a familiar face that looked like it need some company. Sporting a 50's get up , the smell of Chanel no.5 and the click of her heels couldn't be heard unless you really tuned in to Anouk's body movement and scent, which she doubted anyone was. Seeing Derek at the bar, drinking his money away, she came up next to him, leaning sideways and gave a small smile. "Dance with me." She said simply and plainly, knowing that he owed her a favor. |
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Post by Derek Shelters on Sept 4, 2009 18:30:43 GMT -5
It was something he was doing lately, and something he probably would be doing until his bank account went dry. Drinking his money away. It was all he could do, his urge to find a pretty human and snap her neck so that he could feast on something better than true blood.. well, it was an itch right now he couldn't scratch.
There was a familiar presence in the air, and he could of sworn he heard the light tap of heels coming in his direction. It would just so happen that he was very pleased to see who the clicking belong to.
The beautiful Anouk. And did she look stunning in that red dress and black heels. A classic look for a classic lady, he thought.
"Dance with me."
There was no chance in hell he was going to turn that opportunity down. His bottle went down on the counter and he stood up, even in high heels he was taller than her with his staggering 6 feet 3 inches.
He had grabbed onto her hand lightly, and led her to the dance floor. He wasn't really the 'rock out and shake your hips' kind of dancer so he pulled her close, almost roughly to his body. His right hand held her left, and his left hand went around her slender waist as he looked down at her with a sly grin.
"Your looking quite.. edible.. tis' evening."
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Sept 4, 2009 18:39:22 GMT -5
Wow. That was a shock. Anouk was sure he would give her some badass, smartass banter before reluctantly agreeing. But this Derek, this was new. When he grabbed her hand, she was tempted to switch the grip and lead him, but let her guard down and let him do the walking. When they came together, she got a big whiff of his scent, so alluring. Better than Steve Newlin, if she could admit the frenzied human smelled delicious. But this one, Derek, his scent was to die again for. Anouk looked up, moving a bit with his body pressed to hers, and smirked at his comment.
"Why thank you. If I may say, you look quite delicious also."
Anouk kept wondering if her Chanel no. 5 interfered with his nose, it was the only perfume that didn't throw her's off track. Throwing that thought out of her mind, Anouk wrapped her right arm around his waist and held on tightly as the music slowed down right at the perfect moment.
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Post by Derek Shelters on Sept 4, 2009 19:04:15 GMT -5
Women. Women smelled good, and this woman was no exception. Her pale skin, soft - illuminant, like fine porcelain. Her dark hair and gorgeous eyes that Derek could get lost in. He felt an attraction to her, and he felt obliged to tell her exactly why he had such a change of heart.
"Why thank you. If I may say, you look quite delicious also."
His compliment pleased her. Good. He bent down slightly, and brought his face to her neck - lightly smelling her closely.
Intoxicating.
He was getting distracted. Shaking his thoughts away he kept her close, stepping into the dance eloquently. He was a good dancer. But when her body moved against his it was hard to concentrate.
"Really? You are welcome to taste."
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Sept 4, 2009 19:27:00 GMT -5
Anouk felt a slight rush when he bent down to smell her, it was odd, but quite flattering. The look on his face, dumbstruck boy, meant she must have smelled good. Exactly what she was aiming for. Well, not from Derek specifically, but he was a welcome consort. Anouk couldn't stop smiling while she was dancing with him, looking up at his softened face, dark handsome features. When he said she was welcome to taste, she wasn't sure if he was just doing witty banter or was actually sending an invitation later for the night.
Odd.
Anouk let this linger on her mind for a moment, but decided to play with him a bit.
"I bite hard, I hope you won't mind."
Anouk was flirting a little, being a little mysterious, but most of all being, free? Anouk was letting down this wall of sorts and loosened up a little as she swayed with Derek and held him tight. Time could only tell how the night would go, but Anouk was sure it'd go in her favor, or both of them, if she was right when she guessed what Derek was thinking about her.
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Post by Derek Shelters on Sept 4, 2009 19:39:43 GMT -5
"I bite hard, I hope you won't mind."
"I hope you aren't teasing me, because that would be a pity."
It felt appropriate, at this point in the song, for him to lean over and move his arm to the small of her back. With that thought, he had bent her carefully backwards into a 'dip' and then slowly raised her again toward him.
As he finished the classic dance move he swung her out, hoping she would follow through, and twisted her around so that her back was against his chest while they continued to dance.
"I must thank you. For helping me earlier, with Brandy. I let her go. She is far too gone for this other man, not worth my trouble anymore."
The hurt in his voice was brief, and it would probably be the last he spoke of it. He believed in letting things go that he absolutely had no control over. Though there was one question that plagued his mind even now..
"Was it because she was a witch that she was able to resist my glamor? These powers are so new to me. I'm curious."
He had turned Anouk again at that moment, so that she was facing him. He liked being able to watch her face anyway..
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Sept 4, 2009 19:53:16 GMT -5
He was classy after all, and he impressed her as he began to spin her out and she followed without hesitation. When he moved his hand down a little more, she moved a bit, a slight shudder, but eventually relaxed more as they danced further. And maybe Anouk wasn't kidding after all, maybe she would get a taste of this newborn vampire, maybe his blood would be sweeter than the others.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You'll find out later."
With a sinister smile, she was turned to him, and she looked into his big, dark eyes after he spoke of Brandy. He thanked her, something else she was surprised about, but also felt at ease. Anouk had a satisfaction of sorts knowing she helped him with his woman troubles. Anouk nodded humbly at his gratitude.
When he mentioned glamoring a witch, she was interested. Wasn't he taught that only plain, normal humans can be glamored? Any other types will simply resist.
"It is, only normal humans can fall under our charm."
When he mentioned being so new to this, Anouk felt bad for him. Left without his maker to figure out how to live this un-life. Anouk would make an offer.
"I can teach you everything. If you'd like, of course. I'm guessing you don't have a nest, and you'll run out of Tru Bloods eventually, or get sick of the synthetic crap. If you'd like, you can come to the hotel with me, we can taste the menu and I can show you what a real vampire does."
It was a lucrative offer, one he probably wouldn't and couldn't deny. Of course, Derek was a wild card from what she knew, but maybe after the tied ends with Brandy he's calmed down a bit.
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Post by Derek Shelters on Sept 5, 2009 0:40:20 GMT -5
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You'll find out later."
Oh, was that a promise or a challenge? It was too early to know for sure if this darling little morsel was teasing him or not. Whatever, even if she was just teasing him surely he could.. convince her otherwise. It wasn't like they were arranging to be a couple or anything, nothing wrong in have a little fun.
He never said he was the "good" guy.
"It is, only normal humans can fall under our charm."
Curses. He wished he would of known that. Oh well, it was too late for those kind of regrets anyway. The dance was coming to an end but Derek was still holding onto her even as the music faded to its close. It didn't seem to matter to him when the beat picked up, anyone who complained he wasn't 'shaking his groove thing' could go f*ck themselves.
"I can teach you everything. If you'd like, of course. I'm guessing you don't have a nest, and you'll run out of Tru Bloods eventually, or get sick of the synthetic crap. If you'd like, you can come to the hotel with me, we can taste the menu and I can show you what a real vampire does."
"Clever kitten. You seem to already know all about me. I would never turn down a ladies invitation back to her hotel room. But I must warn you, if anything s*xual happens I can not guarantee any loyalty to you. I am a hot bloodied man after all. Better I tell you now, than have you chasing me down with a pitchfork in the future."
At least, not yet anyway. He just didn't want her to go all crazy if anything happened and she ended up seeing him with another woman. Jealous woman and him.. did not fair too well.
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Sept 5, 2009 11:41:34 GMT -5
Loyalty, what an odd word. Why should this old one be loyal to this new one? If anything, Derek was trying to clear up that he had no emotional attachments to Anouk, and Anouk was fine with this. To be honest, Anouk was surprised at herself when she threw out that invitation, maybe it was out of pity? Or loneliness perhaps. Either way, the music sped up and the two were still stuck in a time-warp of slow dancing. It didn't bother her much. Anouk simply pulled herself in closer to his body and tightened her grip on his waist, biting her lower lip a bit. She looked up at him, he was so tall, it was odd almost. Anouk always prefered women, but went after men every one in a while.
"No strings attached, just a night with an old hag."
Anouk laughed as she said this. When their hips were almost joined, her fangs came out out of excitment for what was to come.
"So, would you like to leave? We can run, or we could catch a cab. Your choice."
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Post by Derek Shelters on Sept 5, 2009 12:16:09 GMT -5
Hey, he was a man - usually a dance to him, a touch, any sort of affection meant that a woman wanted to jump his bones. He knew this to be true in almost every case he had hooked up with somebody, even when he was with Brandy he had had a couple flings. Though, that happened only after she stopped, for lack of a better term, 'putting out'. She was scared of his darkness, yet for most the woman he met - it seemed to turn them on.
Some women just loved the bad boy - they lusted for them, particularly devoured them. Good guys really did finish last, except in rare cases a good guy stumbled on a woman like Brandy. For a very small moment Derek had become envious of Sam.
"No strings attached, just a night with an old hag."
"You just gave me chills - and not the good kind. Never say that about yourself again."
Yes, that was a compliment. She had better taken it as one, Derek mused in his head.
"So, would you like to leave? We can run, or we could catch a cab. Your choice."
Run eh? Derek was entertaining the thought. There was freedom in that, but a cab seemed easier.
"The cab will do. Lead the way, milady"
Derek offered her his most charming smile, and followed her outside. The thought of being with her, and sharing the night with this marvelous creature - well, that was enough to make him want to worship the very ground she walked on.
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Post by Anoushka bint Amir on Sept 5, 2009 12:32:19 GMT -5
(I'm making a thread in Living Dead Hotel, so this is over?)
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