Post by Marcus Fai on Jun 11, 2005 3:19:43 GMT -8
The Warlock entered Doc. Maynard’s, eager to see her again. Only a few days apart and he still hungered for her company, her freedom. A few steps inside his stride hesitated before he collecting his thoughts again. There she was the woman of his desire her face endowed in extra layers of make-up, in a dress that left little to the imagination. Stunned at her audacity to wear such attire and stunned that he actually approved.
She stated that it was her usual attire for Rage, and that if she did not wear it, she would disappoint those who knew her. He did not understand how, but this was her evening with him, he decided not to question further on it.
As they casually walked the three blocks to the building she had referred to as the rage he asked what it was they were going to do this evening, she gave him a feral grin saying she was going to introduce him to her world. Initial tinges of curiosity kicked in, truly interested in what that did detail, he begged he to please lead on.
Flipping her long braid over her shoulder, she walked up to the front of a rather long line, a large German man stopping her. The two immediately started what seemed to be a well-rehearsed argument about admittance. Several of those in line begin piping up, their own comments even more colorful.
The German at the door Finally asked about her companion. In-between a long line of curses in German, she gave the phrase "He's one of us." As she finished he grinned, opening the door for the mismatched couple, apologizing sincerely to her.
"Come on, and don't mind Damon, we do this every week." She said
“Danke sehr” Victor left the man with as he walked past him.
Turning the corner inside the door to pass through a long corridor, the music hit him. Loud thundering tones echoing off the walls and floor. He continued to follower her, her hips swaggering to the beat as his ears attempted just to close the noise out. She led him around the crowd on the dance floor to a table in the darkest corner, gesturing for him sit. His face showed obvious signs of annoyance, trying desperately to enjoy her life style but finding it more difficult than expected.
She inquired as to his opinion so far, a bit loud with a hope to adapt, was all he could give her at this time.
She shared that Alexandra owed the place, a moments disappointment before understanding crossed his mind, knowing he should not have expected better from them.
The song changed becoming one less grinding in Victors head, allowing him time to inquire what people did here. He acknowledged the people dancing, but still did not understand how that was considered dance, or what the steps were. She simply comforted him in the fact that it was much easier than he might think.
Her attention flirted around the room, she was waiting for them to come to her, letting them beg for her dance. In this he found appeal.
Victor occasionally tried to move to the rhythm, attempting to figure out some way to move with it, not wanting to fail at whatever she had planned for him.
Some of the crowd seemed to be watching her, as if wanting to ask her something, but wary of coming to the table for some reason
He remembered the conversations with her while they were away, talks about rage, and his utter misunderstanding of the topic, but realizing now that his understanding may come in handy here.
The music was not quiet or peaceful; it was the music of rage, a sudden realization of his ignorance. He started thinking of his conversations with Rochelle, of how he moved when he spoke of his beast, of the passion he felt in the retelling of deaths tales. It all started to make since
A young man with a somewhat worried look on his face approached the table, ignoring Victor entirely, looking at Henrietta with pleading eyes. "Henri, if you don't dance soon, I'm going to lose the bet I made." His voice panicked. She sighed. "What is it this time Johnny?" "I'll have to wear a pink dress to work for the rest of the week..."
“They don't believe me when I say how good you are."
With another sigh she stood. "Alright Johnny, but only because I know I'll have to see pictures of that."
Victor chuckled at the comment, and the simple idea of the bet. "Go, I shall be fine here, let me see what they all so desire."
Looking to Victor, she smiled. "I'll be back in a moment."
She walked out to the dance floor, waving to the DJ before disappearing into the crowd. The cheers grow louder as the regulars realized what was happening. A large hole opened up in the center of the floor around Henrietta as the song changed to a harder one, only played slower for her it seemed.
Finally getting used to the music, and feeling more confident at the sight of the pathetic Johney, Victor stood and moved to the edge of the dance floor to get a good look.
After a count of 8, Henrietta begin dancing, her rhythm and style recognizable as old pagan. After a few more measures the crowd begun to dance again, seeming to try and imitate her style, none succeeding as hoped.
Occasionally others tried to make their way into the circle made for her, those in the know did not allow it, forcing them back, sometimes very physically. Henrietta moved oblivious to it all, lost in her dance.
As the song came to an end, Henrietta seemed to come back to this world. With a smile she first finds Johnny, who gives her a thumbs up, then they track onto Victor, her grin turning feral. With a wink, she disappeared into the crowd, making her way to the table by a different route, Victor tracing his own path back to the table to rejoin her.
Satisfaction on her face "And now you know the only place I let my beast out of its iron cage, even just a little bit."
"I must say I do enjoy yours for you can share it in public." He stares into her eyes, many thoughts of wonderment and joy moving through his mind. Closing his eyes, a wide smile wraps his face as he either starts enjoying the music or begins hearing his own. Holding her image before him, opening his eyes again to compare dream and reality.
She leaned back in her chair, propping it against the wall, watching the crowd.
They spoke for a while letting the crowds desire build, simple things exchanged; wondering how often she came here, if she wanted to visit his monastery some time to sing, her asking if their was a piano.
Victor finally stating "I imagine we shall have an opportunity soon then, as I am most eager to hear what delicate beauty your voice can share with me." his eyes twinkling at the thought.
Chuckling she replied, “I suppose you will create such opportunity?"
"Do I not always create such opportunities I desire?" the smug look of satisfaction
Laughing out right “Yes, I have noticed that.”
Joining her in the laughter, savoring the feeling. "I am glad you have noticed" The smile from him one of utter satisfaction, and contentment.
"You area an odd creature, Victor, I hope you know that."
"I am a creature of many facets, many lives. I have seen too much and yet so little, it makes for one who shifts to the wind yet remains firm to the earth. Odd sums it up well enough."
Laughs, “No wonder we get along so well.”
"There had to be something, more than just timing. I do not stake that much on luck"
“Nor do I,” she grins, and then stands, holding out a hand to him. “Let's give these mortals something to gossip about, shall we?”
"Your timing impetuous, I might have declined but a moment earlier." He takes her hand, raising with her touch, moving with her, his mood on an upturn
She laughed, and led him out into the crowd. Already the whispers and looks begin as she weaves through the crowd, never dropping his hand.
His mind entered a dream like state at her touch, his vision a mass of dream and reality.
He let his mind fade, letting the emotions flow, the senses wander. Feeling the music, remembering the passion. He let his logic sleep for a moment, trusting her touch.
Reaching the center of the floor, she turned to face him, his hand in hers. Her smile bright, she dropped his hand and begin to mark the beat, waiting for him to get it before getting too elaborate.
The ego from within him extended its tendrils arms around him, whispering its secrets to him, - show these mortals what passion is Victor, let then weep at the taste of it -. His body slowly begin to move with the music, each beat a flash of memory, a beautiful moment of love of hate, each transcended into motion, He looked upon her. Desire overwhelming as his body expressed it, the music moved it; he fueled his blood to allow it. It took time for him to let everything happen, but as it did he was even awed by how he could allow aspects of his beast to play out on the surface in movement and grace.
Not going as deep into her beast-trance, she watches him without seeming to, her body moving with catlike grace and power, with a little bit of snake mixed in. Her eyes half closed, she danced with him, the first time having danced this way in over a century. Memories of Beltane fires flicker through her mind.
His arms swayed, visions of blood arching the room, his feet stepped, with each the sound of a heart beating in fear. His torso undulated in time with his arms reaching into a freshly eviscerated body, his head tilted to an unseen stream of warm blood flowing from a victim above him. Passion and lust the deals of death and life played out on the dance floor, his face absolute ecstasy as his vision showed only her, her body and motion before him, desire, desire, desire…
If only his mind could realize how it was allowing beast and master to share this time, how it was a relief, and an understanding. A brief thought crossing his mind before fading in the beat of the music. Rochelle must be informed of this, she would love it.
As the song drew to a close, Henrietta came fully aware again, and reached out a hand to touch his face, feeling that she had brought something to him, but not knowing what.
He reacted slowly, drunk in the pleasure, grasping her hand reflexively, tracing it to his lips, smelling her as he moved her hand along his face, opening his eyes as he did so. A vision of amazement behind his eyes as he remained lost in the dream, following her movements, all his senses were deadened the room a blur.
Knowing this is not the place for this, she led him from the floor through a door near the bar. From there she led him into a room, lightly furnished with a couch, made for vampires to feed in.
He licked his lips; dry from the moment on the floor "Wonderful" still drunk in ecstasy.
Leading him to the couch, she sits drawing him down next to her
He reaches towards her, his hand caressing her hair, his head resting on her shoulder, still swaying to an inner music, his other hand reaching for his chest grasping at some invisible object. He simply languished there enjoying her touch, her closeness, and the dream on the dance floor.
She held him, allowing him to simply feel
A moments realization; he had never relaxed, until now, not this deeply. This could not all be true, his logic fighting for control, the emotions winning with little argument.
After a while, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper "Are you alright?"
The hand at his chest reaches up to her face, caressing her cheek and chin, his head tilting up to her, eyes in hers, a single blood tear escaping his. "It is a dream given form, a reality with no end. My god," as his head slumps to her chest, the hand on her face to his face, the hand in her hair around her neck holding him needed or not.
She nods, a hand stroking his back, her other hand reaching up to touch his cheek. "And that is why it is here that I can let the beast ride. It is safe, losing oneself in music."
He smiled and laughed lightly, "And the gift keeps giving"
Chuckling softly. “There is more I can show you.... but I think it should wait.”
"That it should all good things come to those who wait, I shall continue to do so, it has proved true so far."
With a small sigh, she gives in to impulse and gently kisses the top of his head. “I'm glad it has.”
The shiver is felt by them both, at her touch, as he finally recovers and sits up, holding her hand and looking into her, resisting the urge to feel her thoughts just for the reciprocity of feeling each others minds at this moment. Knowing there shall be more time, later.
Her smile reaches her eyes as she watches him "I think that its time we went elsewhere.... more of this music might be too much."
"I will be fine, I just wanted to release for once. Don’t worry."
Chuckles “who said it would be too much for you?”
"I did." returning the chuckle
Grinning, "Anywhere you would like to go?"
"Anywhere you desire" his movement and speech oddly slowed still recovering from the moment earlier, his eyes tracking the room, trying to recapture his senses.
With a small laugh she leads him out of the club into the open air. With a nod to Damon, she leads him down towards the waterfront.
"Ahh, the waterfront, excellent choice, one of my favorites." So many temptations new to him, desiring to be released, still held back by the fragments of control still engaged with him.
He looked up to the stars as they walked, pausing for a moment as she handed the reigns to him. He took her by the hand moving along the docks, until they reached one that heads a distance into the surf, moving along it until its end. "Here, let us watch the sea and surf for a while, let us just enjoy being together, until were done for the night, then we shall return home, and savor it in our dreams"
She smiled resting her head on his shoulder
The moon light off the water glistened in the distance a trance holding them there for hours, only the real danger of the sun ended their trance sending them there separate ways to rest under the glare of the day secure in their havens.
His only thought satisfaction.
She stated that it was her usual attire for Rage, and that if she did not wear it, she would disappoint those who knew her. He did not understand how, but this was her evening with him, he decided not to question further on it.
As they casually walked the three blocks to the building she had referred to as the rage he asked what it was they were going to do this evening, she gave him a feral grin saying she was going to introduce him to her world. Initial tinges of curiosity kicked in, truly interested in what that did detail, he begged he to please lead on.
Flipping her long braid over her shoulder, she walked up to the front of a rather long line, a large German man stopping her. The two immediately started what seemed to be a well-rehearsed argument about admittance. Several of those in line begin piping up, their own comments even more colorful.
The German at the door Finally asked about her companion. In-between a long line of curses in German, she gave the phrase "He's one of us." As she finished he grinned, opening the door for the mismatched couple, apologizing sincerely to her.
"Come on, and don't mind Damon, we do this every week." She said
“Danke sehr” Victor left the man with as he walked past him.
Turning the corner inside the door to pass through a long corridor, the music hit him. Loud thundering tones echoing off the walls and floor. He continued to follower her, her hips swaggering to the beat as his ears attempted just to close the noise out. She led him around the crowd on the dance floor to a table in the darkest corner, gesturing for him sit. His face showed obvious signs of annoyance, trying desperately to enjoy her life style but finding it more difficult than expected.
She inquired as to his opinion so far, a bit loud with a hope to adapt, was all he could give her at this time.
She shared that Alexandra owed the place, a moments disappointment before understanding crossed his mind, knowing he should not have expected better from them.
The song changed becoming one less grinding in Victors head, allowing him time to inquire what people did here. He acknowledged the people dancing, but still did not understand how that was considered dance, or what the steps were. She simply comforted him in the fact that it was much easier than he might think.
Her attention flirted around the room, she was waiting for them to come to her, letting them beg for her dance. In this he found appeal.
Victor occasionally tried to move to the rhythm, attempting to figure out some way to move with it, not wanting to fail at whatever she had planned for him.
Some of the crowd seemed to be watching her, as if wanting to ask her something, but wary of coming to the table for some reason
He remembered the conversations with her while they were away, talks about rage, and his utter misunderstanding of the topic, but realizing now that his understanding may come in handy here.
The music was not quiet or peaceful; it was the music of rage, a sudden realization of his ignorance. He started thinking of his conversations with Rochelle, of how he moved when he spoke of his beast, of the passion he felt in the retelling of deaths tales. It all started to make since
A young man with a somewhat worried look on his face approached the table, ignoring Victor entirely, looking at Henrietta with pleading eyes. "Henri, if you don't dance soon, I'm going to lose the bet I made." His voice panicked. She sighed. "What is it this time Johnny?" "I'll have to wear a pink dress to work for the rest of the week..."
“They don't believe me when I say how good you are."
With another sigh she stood. "Alright Johnny, but only because I know I'll have to see pictures of that."
Victor chuckled at the comment, and the simple idea of the bet. "Go, I shall be fine here, let me see what they all so desire."
Looking to Victor, she smiled. "I'll be back in a moment."
She walked out to the dance floor, waving to the DJ before disappearing into the crowd. The cheers grow louder as the regulars realized what was happening. A large hole opened up in the center of the floor around Henrietta as the song changed to a harder one, only played slower for her it seemed.
Finally getting used to the music, and feeling more confident at the sight of the pathetic Johney, Victor stood and moved to the edge of the dance floor to get a good look.
After a count of 8, Henrietta begin dancing, her rhythm and style recognizable as old pagan. After a few more measures the crowd begun to dance again, seeming to try and imitate her style, none succeeding as hoped.
Occasionally others tried to make their way into the circle made for her, those in the know did not allow it, forcing them back, sometimes very physically. Henrietta moved oblivious to it all, lost in her dance.
As the song came to an end, Henrietta seemed to come back to this world. With a smile she first finds Johnny, who gives her a thumbs up, then they track onto Victor, her grin turning feral. With a wink, she disappeared into the crowd, making her way to the table by a different route, Victor tracing his own path back to the table to rejoin her.
Satisfaction on her face "And now you know the only place I let my beast out of its iron cage, even just a little bit."
"I must say I do enjoy yours for you can share it in public." He stares into her eyes, many thoughts of wonderment and joy moving through his mind. Closing his eyes, a wide smile wraps his face as he either starts enjoying the music or begins hearing his own. Holding her image before him, opening his eyes again to compare dream and reality.
She leaned back in her chair, propping it against the wall, watching the crowd.
They spoke for a while letting the crowds desire build, simple things exchanged; wondering how often she came here, if she wanted to visit his monastery some time to sing, her asking if their was a piano.
Victor finally stating "I imagine we shall have an opportunity soon then, as I am most eager to hear what delicate beauty your voice can share with me." his eyes twinkling at the thought.
Chuckling she replied, “I suppose you will create such opportunity?"
"Do I not always create such opportunities I desire?" the smug look of satisfaction
Laughing out right “Yes, I have noticed that.”
Joining her in the laughter, savoring the feeling. "I am glad you have noticed" The smile from him one of utter satisfaction, and contentment.
"You area an odd creature, Victor, I hope you know that."
"I am a creature of many facets, many lives. I have seen too much and yet so little, it makes for one who shifts to the wind yet remains firm to the earth. Odd sums it up well enough."
Laughs, “No wonder we get along so well.”
"There had to be something, more than just timing. I do not stake that much on luck"
“Nor do I,” she grins, and then stands, holding out a hand to him. “Let's give these mortals something to gossip about, shall we?”
"Your timing impetuous, I might have declined but a moment earlier." He takes her hand, raising with her touch, moving with her, his mood on an upturn
She laughed, and led him out into the crowd. Already the whispers and looks begin as she weaves through the crowd, never dropping his hand.
His mind entered a dream like state at her touch, his vision a mass of dream and reality.
He let his mind fade, letting the emotions flow, the senses wander. Feeling the music, remembering the passion. He let his logic sleep for a moment, trusting her touch.
Reaching the center of the floor, she turned to face him, his hand in hers. Her smile bright, she dropped his hand and begin to mark the beat, waiting for him to get it before getting too elaborate.
The ego from within him extended its tendrils arms around him, whispering its secrets to him, - show these mortals what passion is Victor, let then weep at the taste of it -. His body slowly begin to move with the music, each beat a flash of memory, a beautiful moment of love of hate, each transcended into motion, He looked upon her. Desire overwhelming as his body expressed it, the music moved it; he fueled his blood to allow it. It took time for him to let everything happen, but as it did he was even awed by how he could allow aspects of his beast to play out on the surface in movement and grace.
Not going as deep into her beast-trance, she watches him without seeming to, her body moving with catlike grace and power, with a little bit of snake mixed in. Her eyes half closed, she danced with him, the first time having danced this way in over a century. Memories of Beltane fires flicker through her mind.
His arms swayed, visions of blood arching the room, his feet stepped, with each the sound of a heart beating in fear. His torso undulated in time with his arms reaching into a freshly eviscerated body, his head tilted to an unseen stream of warm blood flowing from a victim above him. Passion and lust the deals of death and life played out on the dance floor, his face absolute ecstasy as his vision showed only her, her body and motion before him, desire, desire, desire…
If only his mind could realize how it was allowing beast and master to share this time, how it was a relief, and an understanding. A brief thought crossing his mind before fading in the beat of the music. Rochelle must be informed of this, she would love it.
As the song drew to a close, Henrietta came fully aware again, and reached out a hand to touch his face, feeling that she had brought something to him, but not knowing what.
He reacted slowly, drunk in the pleasure, grasping her hand reflexively, tracing it to his lips, smelling her as he moved her hand along his face, opening his eyes as he did so. A vision of amazement behind his eyes as he remained lost in the dream, following her movements, all his senses were deadened the room a blur.
Knowing this is not the place for this, she led him from the floor through a door near the bar. From there she led him into a room, lightly furnished with a couch, made for vampires to feed in.
He licked his lips; dry from the moment on the floor "Wonderful" still drunk in ecstasy.
Leading him to the couch, she sits drawing him down next to her
He reaches towards her, his hand caressing her hair, his head resting on her shoulder, still swaying to an inner music, his other hand reaching for his chest grasping at some invisible object. He simply languished there enjoying her touch, her closeness, and the dream on the dance floor.
She held him, allowing him to simply feel
A moments realization; he had never relaxed, until now, not this deeply. This could not all be true, his logic fighting for control, the emotions winning with little argument.
After a while, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper "Are you alright?"
The hand at his chest reaches up to her face, caressing her cheek and chin, his head tilting up to her, eyes in hers, a single blood tear escaping his. "It is a dream given form, a reality with no end. My god," as his head slumps to her chest, the hand on her face to his face, the hand in her hair around her neck holding him needed or not.
She nods, a hand stroking his back, her other hand reaching up to touch his cheek. "And that is why it is here that I can let the beast ride. It is safe, losing oneself in music."
He smiled and laughed lightly, "And the gift keeps giving"
Chuckling softly. “There is more I can show you.... but I think it should wait.”
"That it should all good things come to those who wait, I shall continue to do so, it has proved true so far."
With a small sigh, she gives in to impulse and gently kisses the top of his head. “I'm glad it has.”
The shiver is felt by them both, at her touch, as he finally recovers and sits up, holding her hand and looking into her, resisting the urge to feel her thoughts just for the reciprocity of feeling each others minds at this moment. Knowing there shall be more time, later.
Her smile reaches her eyes as she watches him "I think that its time we went elsewhere.... more of this music might be too much."
"I will be fine, I just wanted to release for once. Don’t worry."
Chuckles “who said it would be too much for you?”
"I did." returning the chuckle
Grinning, "Anywhere you would like to go?"
"Anywhere you desire" his movement and speech oddly slowed still recovering from the moment earlier, his eyes tracking the room, trying to recapture his senses.
With a small laugh she leads him out of the club into the open air. With a nod to Damon, she leads him down towards the waterfront.
"Ahh, the waterfront, excellent choice, one of my favorites." So many temptations new to him, desiring to be released, still held back by the fragments of control still engaged with him.
He looked up to the stars as they walked, pausing for a moment as she handed the reigns to him. He took her by the hand moving along the docks, until they reached one that heads a distance into the surf, moving along it until its end. "Here, let us watch the sea and surf for a while, let us just enjoy being together, until were done for the night, then we shall return home, and savor it in our dreams"
She smiled resting her head on his shoulder
The moon light off the water glistened in the distance a trance holding them there for hours, only the real danger of the sun ended their trance sending them there separate ways to rest under the glare of the day secure in their havens.
His only thought satisfaction.
Scary good.