Post by Elizabeth on Oct 14, 2011 3:19:14 GMT -5
The pregnant moon hung heavily in the star littered sky that particular night. Due to the thick, smog-laden atmosphere however, the night skyline was obscured from the naked eye, a thick cloud layer blanketing the stars in a foggy gray. The citizens of Des Soma didn't seem to care much about what hung above their heads, though. They were more concerned with the illicit business establishments that the sinister city had to offer. The city itself was alight with a plethora of flashing neon signs advertising what the consumers most desired: strip clubs, casinos, and other fine establishments all had their own respective flashing signs, some more crude than others. One particular strip club seemed to garner quite a bit of the public's attention, a long line of men young and old alike filing to enter the club. The interior of the club was just as flashy as city of itself; strobe lights of different colors varying in shades and hues reflected off of the dancers on the central stage that had been connected to a long catwalk. Various platforms had been erected throughout the club, featuring women in either gothic attire or no real clothing at all. In fact, all of the exotic dancers in the club were either partially nude or dressed in eccentric clothing and heavy make up, concealing their true identities. They all had their unique signature dance routines, however, attracting certain types of males to their little steel islands. Waitresses with nipple stickers carried trays laden with mysterious alcoholic beverages to their respective patrons, the liquids within the fragile glass containers all glowing different colors of the rainbow. A bar was located next to the dance floor, catering to those who had gradually drifted away from the convulsing, chaotic mess of writhing, sweating bodies to imbibe on the potent liquors that the bartender had to offer. The bartender himself looked as if he were on steroids: he was a large, not particularly handsome fellow whose body was pure muscle. His neck was about the width of the trunk of a decent sized tree; his exceedingly large jawbone jutted from his face, a cleft in the middle of his chin. His lips were surprisingly full, and he bore a large, sharp nose. His eyes were sunken into his skull, the color a startling quicksilver that expressed no emotion. He had a high forehead and a stiff haircut that gravitated towards the ceiling, the top of his hair perfectly and evenly cut. He may have doubled as a bouncer, considering his body type and expressionless face. He wore a clean black t-shirt and a pair of stonewashed jeans, the club's fashion etiquette obviously not applying to him. His eyes watched every patron in the building, as if he were just waiting for one of them to upset one of the girls so he could whip out a can of old-fashioned whoop-ass. The bartender would definitely make a formidable foe due to his unrivaled size and weight, but no one had dared tried to cause a disturbance - at least, not yet. The music pumped through the stereo speakers at a ridiculous volume, effectively making conversation difficult and seemingly pointless. "What was the point in speaking when your body could convey any message necessary?" the owner of the strip club had asked the bartender once, grinning his wily coyote grin, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit of questionable material.
Outside of the strip club, in an alleyway a few yards away from the establishment that was centered between two other decrypt buildings, a couple seemed to be expressing their desire for each other passionately. They had chosen to do this next to a dumpster where the cement was littered with a multitude of garbage that hadn't quite found it's way to the conveniently placed dumpster. The cement was littered with discarded needles and used condoms and a multitude of other lovely things that people cast aside after using. A young man just barely out of the stages of adolescence barraged his one-night-only upstanding mistress with hungry kisses, his hands traveling the planes of her voluptuous form. The blonde seemed to be enjoying the affection, but only let it go to a certain point - she would giggle and clutch his wrists, pushing his hands away from her when he became too greedy. Her full, crimson lips curved in a seductive smile as she kissed him again, the full volume of the music pulsating beyond the realms of the club through a cracked back door that had been wedged open with a wooden wedge, effectively rendering the bouncer in the front to be completely useless. The lyrics from an upbeat pop song disrupted the silence, overriding the small moan that leapt from deep within the male's throat as the tall woman (whose height had been improved by a couple of inches due to a pair of stilettos) kissed him. <We're sick like animals, we play pretend...> Another muffled moan, his hands taking on a mind of their own as they caressed her. <You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid I won't get out alive...>`The woman allowed this as she pressed her body closer to his, sharing the warmth of his currently pumping veins. She nibbled at his ear, winding her arms tightly around him to deter escape - not like the male would even try, not realizing that the woman was only masquerading as a human. She switched him positions, plowing him against the cinderblock wall as she deepened the kiss. Briefly, she moved to his neck, ivory fangs bared and glistening in the incandescent light that a nearby street lamp offered, the vampire made her move - quickly, silently, puncturing the jugular vein and drinking greedily from the teenager whose system was coursing with a variety of club drugs - the effects were mild in comparison to what the teenager undoubtedly experienced while he was still alive. She had drunk more than her fill, certainly, but the sweet nectar of life was so intoxicating that she couldn't help herself. The now lifeless body of the teenager slid to the garbage covered cement below, now hanging as limp as his dick. "Oops," the blonde said, a little tipsy from her recent meal. She licked her blood-smeared lips, her chin and the length of her neck was also covered in this liquid. She had been messy, she was afraid, and frowned down at the soiled corset that she wore. "This one was one of my favorites, too," she said with a wistful sigh, and then shrugged it off. "Oh, well," she said, and sauntered drunkenly back into the night club to freshen herself off, leaving the corpse where it was. There was no point in attempting to cover the attack up; anyone who happened to stumble on the body wouldn't notice that he had been bitten unless they examined the body closely; his head had slumped one side, basically obscuring the small puncture wounds in his neck. Besides, the garbage that littered the alleyway could quickly explain the man's demise if anyone did happen to stumble upon the body: those who saw the body would assume that the man had died of an overdose, and that was fine with the woman that was stumbling towards the women's restroom, pushing her way through the floor. She daintily cleaned the blood from her face and neck, and switched tops with a woman who had passed out in one of the bathroom stalls. Then, as if nothing had ever happened, she re-entered the club, the music increasing in tempo as the chorus started. <Oh, oh, I want some more - oh, oh, what are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight.>
♥ ♥ ♥
[This little idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, especially after I listened to this song for the fiftieth time. I know it's a little perverse, but if you guys want, go ahead and throw whoever you want into the mix. If you can come up with a reply and have the time to respond, go for it. <3 If, however, anyone thinks I should take this thread down I will. In the meantime, enjoy. ]
[/sub]Outside of the strip club, in an alleyway a few yards away from the establishment that was centered between two other decrypt buildings, a couple seemed to be expressing their desire for each other passionately. They had chosen to do this next to a dumpster where the cement was littered with a multitude of garbage that hadn't quite found it's way to the conveniently placed dumpster. The cement was littered with discarded needles and used condoms and a multitude of other lovely things that people cast aside after using. A young man just barely out of the stages of adolescence barraged his one-night-only upstanding mistress with hungry kisses, his hands traveling the planes of her voluptuous form. The blonde seemed to be enjoying the affection, but only let it go to a certain point - she would giggle and clutch his wrists, pushing his hands away from her when he became too greedy. Her full, crimson lips curved in a seductive smile as she kissed him again, the full volume of the music pulsating beyond the realms of the club through a cracked back door that had been wedged open with a wooden wedge, effectively rendering the bouncer in the front to be completely useless. The lyrics from an upbeat pop song disrupted the silence, overriding the small moan that leapt from deep within the male's throat as the tall woman (whose height had been improved by a couple of inches due to a pair of stilettos) kissed him. <We're sick like animals, we play pretend...> Another muffled moan, his hands taking on a mind of their own as they caressed her. <You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid I won't get out alive...>`The woman allowed this as she pressed her body closer to his, sharing the warmth of his currently pumping veins. She nibbled at his ear, winding her arms tightly around him to deter escape - not like the male would even try, not realizing that the woman was only masquerading as a human. She switched him positions, plowing him against the cinderblock wall as she deepened the kiss. Briefly, she moved to his neck, ivory fangs bared and glistening in the incandescent light that a nearby street lamp offered, the vampire made her move - quickly, silently, puncturing the jugular vein and drinking greedily from the teenager whose system was coursing with a variety of club drugs - the effects were mild in comparison to what the teenager undoubtedly experienced while he was still alive. She had drunk more than her fill, certainly, but the sweet nectar of life was so intoxicating that she couldn't help herself. The now lifeless body of the teenager slid to the garbage covered cement below, now hanging as limp as his dick. "Oops," the blonde said, a little tipsy from her recent meal. She licked her blood-smeared lips, her chin and the length of her neck was also covered in this liquid. She had been messy, she was afraid, and frowned down at the soiled corset that she wore. "This one was one of my favorites, too," she said with a wistful sigh, and then shrugged it off. "Oh, well," she said, and sauntered drunkenly back into the night club to freshen herself off, leaving the corpse where it was. There was no point in attempting to cover the attack up; anyone who happened to stumble on the body wouldn't notice that he had been bitten unless they examined the body closely; his head had slumped one side, basically obscuring the small puncture wounds in his neck. Besides, the garbage that littered the alleyway could quickly explain the man's demise if anyone did happen to stumble upon the body: those who saw the body would assume that the man had died of an overdose, and that was fine with the woman that was stumbling towards the women's restroom, pushing her way through the floor. She daintily cleaned the blood from her face and neck, and switched tops with a woman who had passed out in one of the bathroom stalls. Then, as if nothing had ever happened, she re-entered the club, the music increasing in tempo as the chorus started. <Oh, oh, I want some more - oh, oh, what are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight.>
♥ ♥ ♥
[This little idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, especially after I listened to this song for the fiftieth time. I know it's a little perverse, but if you guys want, go ahead and throw whoever you want into the mix. If you can come up with a reply and have the time to respond, go for it. <3 If, however, anyone thinks I should take this thread down I will. In the meantime, enjoy. ]