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It felt nice to be this deep inside the other again, Shiro savored every moment, feeling how impatient his lover was as he grinned softly. "We will work on it all." He said softly, he wanted to enjoy everything he could as he sunk in, his groin meeting the soft ass at the end of his cock. Then he began to pull back, being slow and gentle for now, he teased more and more, the knife slowly curling upwards along the collarbone of Akira.

Shiro let it stop a bit before the throat of his lover, using the flat side of the blade all the way as the arched back of his lover meant he could pull a bit firmer on the hair of the shorter male. "I love tormenting you, but it's even better when we reach that sweet climax together." He whispered into the other's ear as he pulled back, only the next thrust and the following were harder and firmer, slamming from almost the tip all the way to the hilt, bumping Akira forwards against the counter, letting him feel the power of Shiro.

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Akira's brain stopped working between the other stating they would work on it and the first hard thrust. So much so that all he managed to give Shiro was moans and groans. Though at the very first thrust he screamed out and at the second a loud moan slipped through his lips. "Ah! Shiro!" Is all that managed to be words that came out of his mouth as he pushed back into the other hoping to get the same treatment again.

His cock was harder than before and aching against his stomach wanting release but wasn't quite there yet. The slow pace had driven him crazy as his body turned on him and wanted nothing but pleasure. "Please... please!" He moaned, begging for the other to get him to that sweet release.

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Shiro groaned, enjoying the almost torturous slow pace. He kept it up, hearing the moans and the pleading as he groaned, keeping the tight grip on the others hair, he moved his hand down, dragging the flat of the knife over the skin of his lover, down to teasing with the tip just above the base of the other's cock. "Your body is begging for it." He teased softly, grunting and groaning with each thrust.

Then he put the knife on the counter, blade away from them both before his hand moved to grab the shaft of his lover's cock. He had a firm grip, though his pace increased now, using the pull and thrusting to make the slapping of skin on skin echo through the kitchen while also making sure the power would make the other's cock stroke back and forth in the firm grip he had. "You can cum when you want, don't hold back." He groaned into Akira's ear, pulling his hair a bit further down and back, though never enough to make it painful.

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When the knife was put down on the counter he tried to look down at where the hand was going, but soon he didn't have to see it to know exactly where it was. He gave a groan and thrust into the hand, quickly finding he didn't even need to with how hard the other was going. "F-f-fuck!" he screamed as the other told him to cum went he wanted to. His neck arched just a little more when the other pulled his hair back, earning Shiro yet another groan. He couldn't take it much longer and only minutes later was coming into the other's hand.

He road out his orgasm before he felt his legs shaking, doing his best to try and hold himself up. He was actually rather thankful Shiro had chosen the counter because it gave him something to lean on as his body tried to regain its strength. As he leaned against the counter he did his best to move his ass as much as he could if only to try and savor the high for a little bit longer.

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Shiro gave Akira nothing to do as he took him, all the smaller man had to do was just accept the pounding of his ass which resulted in also getting him jerked off. And after a few minutes, Shiro felt the release of the other. Yet for his second time, there was still a bit to go as he only slowed down a bit to let the other experience as much of the pleasure as possible. It was intense and rewarding to see his lover like that, temporarily a quivering mess that drenched his hand in cum and trying to prolong it.

By the time Akira was done, Shiro groaned, leaning in to kiss the other's neck softly. "We're not done yet." He whispered, slowly picking the pace back up, soon plowing into his lover once more. This time his hand moved from the cock of his lover and up, gripping him by the throat, holding his head still and applying a slight bit of pressure, enough to just hint at the beginning of cutting off the smaller male's air, all the while holding him up if his legs would give out, without choking him.

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Akira groaned back as the man kissed his neck and whispered to him that they weren't done. Before he knew it he was being pounded into once again. He arched into each thrust and screamed as the man continued to fuck him. He glanced down as the hand moved to his throat and started to cut off his air. Akira became even more of a mess at that point. He wanted the other to keep going even though his body was screaming for him to stop. It didn't matter though his lips and voice was trying to get the other to go faster and use him how he wanted at that moment.

"F-fuck, Shiro, F-fuck!" he moaned as he tried to catch his breath with the other just beginning to cut it off. His body started to twitch once again, begging the man to cum inside of him, "please, Shiro!!! Cum!!!" he whined, "I want your cum." he begged, nipping at his own lips and gripping against the counter top.

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Shiro groaned and grunted, holding Akira in place as he pounded deep into him, fast and firmly, making sure not to waste a single moment as he used the opportunity he got to slowly cut off more and more of his lover's air supply, yet not completely. He didn't want the other to panic, although he couldn't hold himself back. It came suddenly, deeper and louder grunts, the slapping noise growing steadily in volume until a last, final thrust.

He didn't know why it felt so amazing this second time, he felt like he came even harder, his entire body shuddering and tensing as he came, his load erupting with firmness as he let out a cry of pleasure, fighting not to grip his lover's throat tighter, or his side. It was almost mind blowing for him and he knew if he could, he wouldn't let the other go to work tonight.

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Akira felt himself gasping for the breath that was slowly leaving him, even though he was still able to breathe. His eyes went wide as the other finally came into him. His hands failed ever so slightly as one arm shot away from the counter he was trying to hold and reach further up the counter. He went limp as the man came down from his own high. Closing his eyes and working on catching his breath. "f-f-fuck." he murmured.

"B-bed." he managed to get out as he felt his legs finally give out completely from underneath him. "God damn." he muttered, letting his body try and slip from the counter and on to the floor if Shiro didn't stop him. "Fuck, please... the bed." he found his legs shaking a bit as well as the high from the other's climax pushed his body into over stimulation.

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It was an intense moment when Shiro released, his hips bucking forward with each blast from his length. The sight of his lover struggling to hold on to the counter, before letting go and starting to slide, he knew they needed a moment to recover now. Stepping back, Shiro felt his legs being slightly wobbly from the pleasure they had shared, yet his willpower was strong and he was determined to take care of Akira as he managed to catch him in his arms.

Panting heavily, he somehow found the strength to sweep the other up into his arms. "Yea, let's get to bed." He agreed, carrying the other out of the kitchen to the bedroom. It was a strain on his energy, but they made it after a short while of careful maneuvers to avoid hitting doors or walls. And by the time they were there, Shiro put Akira down first before he moved to lie next to him, working on catching his breath. "I don't want you to leave for work if they call." He admitted, looking up at the ceiling as his arm and hand reached for the other.

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Akira gasped, but didn't fight the other picking him up. He just worked on catching his breath as the other moved them to the bed. He curled immediately into Shiro when he moved to lie next to him. "As much as I don't want to either... I'll lose my job if I don't. Then I'd really be in bad shape." he said, giving a soft smile to the other. He moved up slightly and kissed the other gently on the nose. "Maybe I'll get lucky tonight, in more than one way." he said, snickering a bit. "Maybe they won't call."

He hoped they wouldn't call. Akira really could use a day off, plus with how hard Shiro was just on his ass, it might be better for him not to go in anyway. He definitely wouldn't dance as well as he normally did. He closed his eyes slightly and moved his head so that he could listen to Shiro's heart beat. "So... tell me, what have you been up to other than becoming famous?" he asked, "I bet you've done a lot. You've always been a bit of the wild one."

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Cuddling up with Akira, Shiro listened to him hoping that they wouldn't call as well. It would make it a lot easier on them if they would at least have this night together. "Lets hope we're lucky tonight and they don't call then." He put it off, smiling to his lover as he held him in his arms, letting him adjust to listen to his heart beat. It was nice to have some intimacy following their shared pleasure.

The question made Shiro chuckle softly, shaking his head lightly. "Half of it is a haze." He admitted. "I've just been focusing on my music. I tried dating, it's not hard to find someone interested when you're famous, the problem is finding someone who isn't interested in the fame or the possibility of money." He explained, sighing softly. "I never thought of finishing an education either, so my parents have been disappointed in my life choices since then. I just can't see myself in college or something like it." He added.

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Akira smiled as he listened to the other's heart beat, though it faded a little bit when the other said he had tried dating. He had to admit he half hoped the other hadn't dated at all. But then he would have been the only one and that would have been a little bit awkward. "Sorry none of them worked out." he said, "Well, in your defense no one at school really saw you going to college either." he explained, wincing a little bit at the memory.

"I always kind of saw you in college. Some kind of hard rocker skater boy in the arts or something. Probably in a frat or something like that getting drunk every night and having your way with a certain other boy." he chuckled, blushing a little bit at the thought. "Mainly I just saw all the trouble you'd probably raise at that poor school." he teased the other. "How are your parents doing, by the way?"

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Grinning as Akira mentioned that it probably wasn't only him who hadn't been able to imagine him going to college. Although he was surprised when the list of what kind of trouble he would be making popped up. He bit his lower lip for a moment, thinking about the possibilities and how he knew he'd probably have enjoyed it. "If we were at the same college, I doubt I'd even be able to pull my ass out of our bed." He admitted with a smile.

The turn to his parents was a bit of a weird moment for him. While they accepted him for who he was and what he did, they were still disappointed that he didn't have a proper education to fall back on. "They are good. You know, they'll accept me for being gay and encouraging me to find someone to be with. But I don't know if they'll get over my choice of not getting an education. I don't know if they believe in my dream as much as I do." He explained softly.

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"Hmm, that's why we probably wouldn't have been. Remember I was trying to get into Julliard." he said, his smile fading a little bit. It returned quickly though as the other talked about his parents. "Hey, they're parents, they've got to be disappointed about something." he teased, "Plus, perhaps they just haven't learned yet how amazing you really are at what you do. I'm sure they are just worried, as well. After all, your profession is one that can land you in the crapper pretty quickly." he said.

He moved so that he could be straddling Shiro and sat up, looking down at him. "If it does though, you can always come play at the club." he teased the other. "Or sell your body for sex. I know I'd pay for this." he said, snickering as he ran his finger down the man's chest. He leaned down and kissed Shiro on the nose before laying his head down on the man's chest for a moment. "It's still not too late to get a higher education, you know?"

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"My dad's a doctor. His taste in music is whatever the radio plays today." Shiro chuckled softly, letting the other move on top of him to straddle him. "If shit hits the fan, I'll walk out. Hopefully it won't be before I have no money left." He explained. It was a promise he had made to himself, rather than risk his entire life on something that didn't work, he would make it out before it was too late.

"Would you be able to handle the idea of women and men paying to be plowed by me?" Shiro asked, rolling his hips suddenly to try and catch his lover off guard. "A higher education is still a shot in the dark. I want to, but I don't know if I can handle it." He admitted softly.

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"Well, you're on the radio." he chuckled. He smiled when Shiro stated he was going to walk out if shit hit the fan in his job. He was glad the other still seemed to have his sense of when to get out and when to stay. He had always wished he had the same ability.

Akira gasped when Shiro rolled his hips. He gave a light moan, making it seem like the idea appealed to him. "Probably about as well as you handle me being a stripper." he said, he sat back up, rolling his hips back into Shiro's. "You can handle me, can't you? If you can, higher education will be a breeze." he snickered, "Plus, if you take biology I'd be able to help you every night." he said, smirking a bit. He leaned down to kiss Shiro when he heard his cell phone go off. He groaned, "Just one night. That's all I fucking want." he murmured, before getting up off of Shiro and half limping to the living room to grab his phone.

When he picked it up he sounded annoyed as he tried to convince who ever was on the other side of the phone that he couldn't come in. "I- it's supposed to- I know." he growled into the phone "It's not my fault he called- Look, I'm kind of- Justin!" he said, flopping down onto the couch, "Well, maybe I don't want this shitty job anymore" he hissed, though his face changed quickly when something was said, "I- yeah, okay. I'll be in in about an hour."

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"Rather frequently I'm told. Just not in the normal pop stations. Or the country. It's not a rock band for nothing." Shiro grinned, moving his hands up behind his head to lie a bit more comfortably. He had always known when to back down and leave a situation, as if it was a natural habit he had developed over the years.

The return movement of Akira's hips made him groan as he flexed lightly. "I think I can handle you." He admitted softly, not fully sure if he could or not just yet. "I will try at least. Although unless I end up studying human anatomy, I don't see how our nightly fun will help me in class." He teased softly, adjusting slightly on himself to return the kiss, although their lips parted with him Sighing softly as the phone went off in the other room. "Go answer it." He prompted softly.

It wasn't hard for Shiro to guess what they talked about. It was work related and obviously it was something that was fairly important for Akira to head out and do. He stood up, moving to his lover's wardrobe, finding a cute sailor moon outfit as he chuckled to himself before moving to the doorway, not caring that the idea of fucking the other in it had made him semi hard. "There's not much to do about it Aki." He said softly. "You should get a quick shower, and if you put this on, I'll be here when you get back." He promised softly.

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Akira rolled his eyes but he understood where the other was coming from. The only reason he even knew that Shiro was on the radio was because it was the rock station that tended to play in the club. "Well, you can handle my ass, that's for sure." he snickered.

He looked over to Shiro when the man said it couldn't be avoided. "Yeah, well, I wish there was." he mumbled, and glanced at the outfit. "You trying to get me groped while I'm at work?" he asked, as he got up and headed towards the bathroom, his hand accidentally rubbing up against Shiro's semi hard on. "Or is tuxedo mask going to come rescue me?" he said, taking the outfit out of the man's hands. "Have fun searching the apartment for all the fun things." he said before ducking into the bathroom and taking a quick shower and getting ready in the outfit Shiro had picked out.

He checked himself in the mirror a little before he left flattening out the skirt that was almost too short. He moved over to Shiro and kissed his cheek, "I'll be back around 7am. Sleep." he said and quickly headed out to do his job. Once he got there he did the routines but not nearly to the satisfaction of his boss. Which meant he had to explain why he wasn't exactly in the best of shows that night. Not that he minded explaining how he was getting his ass pounded in the best way.

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Grinning, Shiro knew his lover was right. He could handle the other's ass pretty well. It just came natural and felt right to be together. And as they moved close to each other, he chuckled, letting out a gasp when his cock was rubbed, even if seemingly accidental. "I don't think you'll need rescue. I like the idea of you coming home hot and bothered to wake me up." The idea was making Shiro look forward to staying the night even more.

He let the other shower in peace, letting him get dressed and all as he waited in the doorway, not bothering with getting dressed as he pulled the other close. "Wake me up when you return. I'll look forward to seeing you again." He told the other as he watched him head out. Making sure Akira had his key with him, the door was locked.

While Shiro was alone, he decided to grab a quick shower as well before he went to the bedroom, lying down to get some rest, waiting for his lover to return from work, hopefully to some more relaxing together.

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"And who says I'll wake you up?" he asked. However, when the other pulled him close at the door and asked him to wake him up when he got home, he bit his lip but nodded. He wanted, more than anything, to be hot and bothered and getting taken care of by Shiro at the very moment.

By the end of his shift his ass was trying to kill him. He really shouldn't have been dancing like this, but it was nothing that a little rest... and maybe a good fucking wouldn't cure. Plus, Justin had seen the way he was and even though he was pissed off beyond all belief he gave Akira the next night off. Akira managed to get the following off as well, after a bit of pleading with Justin. So by the time he came home he was very happy. Two nights off in a row was nearly unheard of, so to get it and hopefully to spend it with Shiro... it was like a miracle to him.

He opened the door quietly and moved over to the bed room, looking down at Shiro for a moment. He was pretty hot and bothered by all the stares he had gotten in this outfit and he wanted nothing more than to get off at the moment, but Shiro just looked so peaceful. So Akira had a better idea, and if Shiro just happened to wake up during it, well, oops.

He climbed onto the bed slowly and carefully, doing his best to not wake Shiro up at that moment. When he was settled he moved to touch himself and quietly moved his hand over to Shiro's as well, stroking the both of them. He gave light moans as he stroked the both of them, looking down at where he could see his hand moving under the sheet.

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Shiro fell asleep fast on Akira's bed, it was nice and cozy, with a familiar scent of his lover. It took him little time before he was dreaming of the two being back together again, just enjoying each other's company. He didn't react to anything as his lover returned home from his job, he only adjusted slightly in his sleep, at the moment lying on his back, his chest half covered by the blanket, with the rest of his body underneath.

As it shifted from the added weight of his lover, Shiro let out a soft snore and grunt, his head pushing into the soft pillows as his body noticed the feeling of a hand wrapping around his cock and stroking him. It took little time before his cock was almost rock hard in the other's grasp, his leg moving up a bit to make him lie more comfortable with his cock hardening like that, his subconscious sending him into a more pleasurable dream with the one whose hand was around his length.

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Akira smirked when he noticed that Shirk didn't wake up. "You're missing out, Shiro" he murmured as he continued to stroke both of them. Soon enough he was moaning softly as he arched into his own hand. His breathing become labored as he worked for release "fuck.." He moaned before he couldn't take it and moved so he could suck on the other. He wasn't subtle about it either, simply removed the blanket and took the man's hardened cock into his mouth.

He moaned as he bobbed his head up and down his hand moving away from his own cock to his ass. He groaned as he stuck the first finger in and tried to find that place inside of him that would hopefully push him over the edge.

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Shiro barely stirred as his cock was stroked, his dream was proceeding nicely, the two of them enjoying each other and the intimacy. Yet it soon took a turn as there was a gentle breeze over his body, the sheets being removed, his cock stood like a rod, straight up from the grasp on it.

The sudden feeling of wet lips and a warm mouth wrapping around it, made Shiro's hips jerk upwards suddenly, pushing himself deeper in, his hands gripping the sheets as he let out a groan. He was starting to wake up, however he wasn't fully ready to just yet. He was clinging to the dream he was enjoying, his subconscious had a powerful grip on his mind, even if his brain tried to get him to wake up.

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Akira gasped when the other jerked his hips upward. It only spurred him on more as he groaned and tried to move faster on the cock. He continued to play with himself, every now and then stopping to look at Shiro. He was enjoying playing with the man like this. He had never been this bold when he was with Shiro the first time, so changing it up a bit was a lot of fun.

He moved a bit so he was just licking up and down the man's cock before slowly moving up his body and rubbing their lengths together. He moved to kiss Shiro's neck and then gently on the lips, "Shiro, wake up... or you're going to miss out on all the fun."

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Shiro didn't seem to stir much as his cock was sucked and licked, enjoying the way he was taken care of. Yet it wouldn't last long before his lover slipped into his lap, straddling him so their lengths were rubbing against each other. And the kiss on his neck made his head turn as he let out a tired groan and stretch, waking up to find Akira on top of him.

Returning the kiss on his lips, Shiro tried to get the haze in his head out, realizing they were pretty close to just going at it, he grinned softly. His brain reminded him of the words spoken as he reached up to pull the other down into a passionate kiss. "I didn't miss the best part." He teased, his other hand sliding over the other's ass, noticing he was still dressed. "I get to fuck the brains out of my sailor moon boyfriend." He teased, giving the bubbly ass a firm squeeze.

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Akira groaned into the kiss and pulled back, his eyes filled with lust. He arched his back just slightly and bit his lip, enjoying the feeling of Shiro's hands on him. "It's just lucky you woke up, or I would have had all the fun by myself." he said, pouting just a little bit. He was enjoying the teasing as the man squeezed his ass. "Come on, lover, let's go. Can't keep me waiting, I've got the Earth to defend and all." he chuckled a bit.

He rolled his hips into Shiro's once again, shivering at the pleasure that ran through him. "Or should I just take care of myself and just use you to my hearts content?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes saying he just might, given permission.


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Jason Aratelli was NOT the kind of guy you'd expect to send fanmail to an actress or entertainer. Standing at 6 foot 3, Jason was certainly tall and well-built, having swam competitively for the last four years of his college career, which he had just completed. With thick dark hair perpetually ruffled in the 'just rolled out of bed but still look good' style and dark, deep brown eyes, he certainly had his fair share of attention from the opposite sex. However, it didn't often work out, as girls always seemed to prefer the take-charge guys, and that simply wasn't the way Jason was. He preferred to let the lady have her way, in all things. Given his strong, lithe appearance, this often came as a disappointment to the aforementioned opposite sex.

And so it had been a long while since he had been on a date, having mostly given up on the dating scene entirely. With that came a loneliness he filled with hours of internet and television, returning to a love he had harbored for years: an actress by the name of Rosy. She was beautiful, confident, with the voice of a mythical siren. And so, figuring he had nothing to lose, he had sent in a brief bit of fanmail, just asking to meet her, chat with her. He didn't even want it to be in person, but if he could talk to this beautiful person who had gotten him through this rough time, perhaps he might be able to find a way to move back out into the world, become less lonely, and find someone right for him. Little did he know that the fanmail would do just that, in a way. Just in a wildly unpredictable and seemingly impossible manner.

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Fan mail was something that would never cease to amaze. At first it was just one every now and then, but as Rosy Keating's career grew, so did the number of letters delivered to her dressing rooms. Despite how much time it usually took, the lithe woman opened and read each and every one. She poured her heart and soul out to her fans every time she stepped out on stage, it felt wrong to ignore their attempts to do the same with her. So, every night she would curl up on her couch in the ware house she rented as a studio/apartment; the rooms sectioned off by hanging sheets. This particular career path didn't pay very well; and likely wouldn't for a while yet.

With a glass of wine on the side table, a warm blanket to keep out the draft, and a purring cat curled up against her knees; Rosy would read them. She loved them all; but, had to stop sending responses. It had too much to keep up with; and yet something about that name peeked her interest: Jason Aratelli. Where had she heard that name before? It bothered her for several days before she decided to send a reply... just this once. The young woman sat in the corner booth in the back of Cafe Latte. A quaint little coffee shop that was sparsely decorated with customers sitting at rounded tables, or in one of the stools lined along the counter where they ate pastries and conversed. It was filled with the scent of coffee beans and freshly baked beagles. It was delightful; and Rosy had closed her eyes to enjoy the casual atmosphere while awaiting her date. A hot cup of the life giving nectar was lifted to her pink painted lips to take and slow sip.

Her reply had been simple. An invitation to a date for breakfast, and see how the day went from there. Now and then, blue eyes flickered open and she stretched out of the booth to see the door. She didn't want to be missed, after all. She was 5'2, 5'3 if she strained hard enough. So she sunk down into nearly every seat she took. "Oh, no thank you," the woman offered, waving her hand as the waitress offered to refill her mug. As she left, Rosy plucked off the pinstripe fedora and set it down on the table. Slim fingers ran through crimson locks in a ruffle that had them falling into perfection. Then they moved to straighten the matching vest and skirt, before once more sliding around the hot cup, so she could sip the bitter liquid.

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Jason had been rather stunned by the response to his fanmail. The letter had arrived and he had opened it with rather shy hesitation, unsure if he wanted to risk reading it. After all, it was likely a rejection---surely the growing star had better things to do than to meet a singular fan. But he had opened it, despite his fears, and as he read the words on the paper (handwritten and personal, adding to the seemingly impossible nature of this response) he felt like he was in a dream or trance. The words outline a date---place and time---and an offer to "see where things went from there".

The possibility thrilled him. The morning arrived and the tall young man showered and dressed, a white button up shirt and simple black pants. Applying a sparing amount of his cologne, he checked his reflection, fingers running through his hair anxiously before grabbing his keys and heading out of his apartment, the door locking behind him.

It was a short walk to the cafe she had suggested, and he arrived in what felt like no time at all, a small ball of nervousness in his stomach. Stepping in through the door, his eyes scanned the interior of the cafe, practically lighting up when he spotted his date. With a small smile he crossed to the booth she was seated in, slipping into the seat across from her.

"Hi." He said with a small laugh. "I'm Jason." He said, wildly unsure of himself and how best to make introductions. And he certainly didn't want to start babbling about how stunned he was that all of this was happening. But it seemed only right to thank her. "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you, honestly. Thank you so much for replying." He added with a genuine smile.

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That's how she knew that name! The moment the monster of a man stepped into the cafe her blue eyes widened into humorous spheres of recognition. She smoothed out her features before she could be seen, but the smile on her lips could not be pulled away. Rosy found herself lost in a flash-back of her first school play. A red headed Alice from Wonderland forgot her lines and nearly broke down into tears. It very likely could have been the end of her career before she'd even known it was wanted; but it wasn't. Instead, she'd caught a glimpse of the tallest student in her grade settled in the back as if to hide.

Jason stood above the crowed even when he was sitting, and being able to spot him out and focus on him gave her the peace of mind to remember her lines and complete the play without another hitch. He was always there, too. Even when she didn't need the help to remember her lines or keep calm on stage, he was always there for her to see.

When she came back to the present, her date had already slid into the booth opposite her. He really was a large man, and he looked even more so in the company of such a small woman. "Hello Jason, it's good to finally meet you," she offered with an extended arm. "I've read many of your letters, it's nice to finally put a face to them." And so much more. His smile was warm, and she returned it. "I have to ask though; after so writing for so long, why did you choose now to ask to meet?"

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Her question made him chuckle slightly, and he had to admit that knowing she had read all of his letters was flattering and pleasant, that she remembered him. That itself made his day, even as it was just beginning.

"Well. The answer isn't exactly flattering." He said with a soft smile. "I've been wildly unsuccessful with women and dating as of late. And, in general, I've been feeling rather alone and unhappy. Since I've followed you as a fan for most of my adult life, I couldn't really think of a better way to get myself back on track." He paused, unsure how to phrase his thoughts in a way that made sense. "I guess I thought that if I could get a date with you, then perhaps the issue wasn't with me." He laughed softly, giving her a slight glance. "Admittedly, you're much more attractive than any woman I've gone on a date with." He added almost shyly. "I figured that I had nothing to lose, right?"

A waitress approached and poured him a mug of coffee, which he accepted with a small smile and quiet "thank you". Returning his attention the petite redhead across from him, he asked, "So why did you agree to meet? You must get hundreds of requests to meet you, why me?"

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"I guess that makes me your rebound girl," Rosy teased lightly, the smile crinkling the corners of her eyes said as much. "By the end of the day, I hope you get your answer. I don't know much about you from anything other than your letters," and from old memories, however faded they may be. "But I don't think that there's anything wrong with you," she took another sip of her cooling coffee. The question directed at her had the woman tilting her head up to look at the ceiling while still able to see the man's face. "It was your name," she answered honestly.

Rosy leaned forward until he modestly sized breasts rested on the table as well as her elbows. "Something about it seemed so familiar, I just had to put a face to it. Besides," she looked over to the man behind the counter. He gave her a little wave, and settled Jason with a cold glare. "I don't have to worry about some psycho abduction from here. My friends are all really protective, especially knowing that I'm meeting a fan." She made a hand gesture and a barista began making her another cup of hot coffee.

"I'm guessing you know a lot about me. Favorite color is blue, animal is fox, food is chocolate chip waffles, etc." She'd answered all sorts of questions in magazines. "Tell me about you. Do you work? Go to school?"

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Jason had to laugh as she called herself the rebound girl, because he could not, in a million years, have ever even thought that a possibility. Yet here he was, on a breakfast date with the hottest girl he had ever seen. "It's reassuring that you don't find anything wrong with me." he returned with a smile. "Well, your friends can stand down, though I doubt they will. I've not harmed another person nor broken a law in my life, except perhaps underage drinking." He said, trying to ignore the cold stare of the man who had given her a friendly wave. As she comment about how much he knew about her, he flushed slightly, as it was all very true. As she leaned forward he did his best to avoid looking down at her chest, assuming her pose was not intentional. Still, he wasn't completely oblivious to the view he was being given, nor the lovely young woman's assets as she spoke to him. Biting his lip for a moment, he thought carefully, then replied.

"Well, I just graduated, actually, and currently work for a computer firm. I do a lot of cybersecurity and such. It pays pretty damn well and I like it, so it's worked out well. My favorite color is a dark green, my favorite animal..." He paused, musing. "That's a more difficult one. I'm going to say a hawk, and my favorite food would definitely be barbecue chicken pizza." he finished with a smile. "Beyond that? I enjoy gaming, board games of video games. I'm a fan of plays and theater. Obviously." He said with a chuckle, leaning back as he slowly relaxed into the conversation a bit more.

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"They're more like my body guards, it's their job not to stand down. I don't think you're a bad guy, but walking into the trap of a crazed fan isn't something they're gonna let happen," she explained offhandedly. Granted, 'body guard' was a loose term. They weren't trainer per say, but they each had their skill sets and they were willing to keep her safe for a decent price.

Rosy noticed his glance, and was surprised he didn't linger longer. Most men did, whether they realized it or not. Failing to keep the playful gleam from her eyes the woman shifted her arms and created more of a view of her cleavage. "Barbecue chicken pizza?" she asked with a scrunch of her nose, followed by the tip of her tongue sticking out teasingly. "That sounds like heart-burn waiting to happen."

Rosy's giggle was sweet and innocent and purposefully done in order to hide her intentions. "Those are all very interesting, and I really do mean that; but," her right heel was toed off, and her stocking clad foot poked at Jason's shin. "Would you tell me some more interesting things? Like..." The foot gradually rubbed up his shin and to the knee. "What fuels your dreams," she continued in a purr while rubbing that foot against his thigh and getting dangerously close to Jason's groin. "What makes your heart race?"

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As her arms shifted, Jason's eyes dared to dart further down, as if encouraged by her active motions. But as his eyes returned to her face after that look, he saw the playful look in her eye, and smiled slightly. She was definitely doing something. "It's delicious!" He laughed as she teased him for his favorite food, the scrunch of her nose and the pink tip of her tongue delightfully cute, in an adorable way that made him want to kiss her. An oddly forward move for him, and certainly not something he was brave enough to act upon just yet.

Her cute, sweet giggle was directly juxtaposed to the sudden and slow touch of her foot against his leg, a gentle caress up his leg, slowly over his knee, along the inner line of his thigh, moving dangerously close to a far more sensitive region. His eyes locked with hers slightly as she spoke, and his face flushed slightly, his heart already increasing in pace slightly, her teasing foot causing something to stir in him. Struck by an impulse, as desire to go all or nothing, he spoke.

"I..." He started, a little awkward in his speech, given the situation. "Well. What makes my heart race is... admittedly the kind of thing you're doing now." He laughed, his eyes flicking away from hers. "As for fueling my dreams, I don't know... I've always just wanted to make myself and those close to me happy." He admitted, putting a little bit of his submissive desires into a more subtle manner of speech. He considered just bluntly saying it, just telling her that he was a sub, that he liked to be tied up and teased. But everything seemed to be going to so well and it was all to easy to imagine this date ending the same way as all the others---with the girl being disappointed by his lack of dominance, failing to be the 'macho man' he appeared to be.

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"Oh yeah?" Rosy cooed. "Scoot up to the end of your seat, and spread those long legs for me." That teasing foot continued it's gentle rubbing. The arch of it cupped his thigh and created friction through his pants. She even went so far as allow her toes to curl curiously over his groin; mapping out his size with a clear excitement. "Me too, ya know? And that's a really nice dream. Do you have a lot of people close to you? Friends, family?" Rosy's tone suddenly turned quite conversational as the barista stopped by their table to deliver her fresh cup of coffee.

The sole of her foot pushed up and down the growing erection. She just had to find out how big this guy was below the belt; and she so hoped it was just as much of a monster as the sweet guy before her. After all, the bigger ones were always much more fun to... "You mentioned playing games, right? What have you been playing a lot of recently?"

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She was definitely coming on to Jason, flirting and toying with him in a way a girl never had. It made him more aroused than he thought possible, his erection growing to full size as he shifted forward as she asked, his legs spread. She would not be disappointed, with his member pressing against her exploring foot, clearly much longer and thicker than the average guy, probably one of the few sexual things that won him points with the ladies. That, and his talented tongue...

Her conversational tone as she played with him through his pants threw him off, but somehow the casual teasing was even hotter than if she had been talking sex while playing with him. "Not a lot, no. A few good friends from college, and my family lives out of state. But I love them, and see them when I can." He said, with soft pauses between words as her toes curled, her actions clearly getting to him and interfering with his thought process. He almost missed her question about games as her foot now rubbed the full length of him through his pants.

"Well, I'm a fan of... strategy games... Civilization VI, mostly." He managed, one hand gripping the table slightly, his eyes meeting hers and trying to hide the desire and arousal in his own gaze. "But I also... like... online games... I've played League of Legends with some friends for a while, among... other things." His words almost flowed together, but since she would know exactly what to look for, he was certain she noticed every heavy breath between statements. This was not what he had imagined this date to be like, but god damn, was he loving it. What the hell was going on? And where was it going?

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"I used to play D.O.T.A. in high school," Rosy offered kindly. The balls of her feet now began a quick pace of rubbing over the impressive length. Arousal attacked her as well, her body heating and her thighs pressing together to offer a bit of relief to her swelling labia. "It's a lot like League of Legends I think. I haven't played much of anything recently, I don't have a whole lot of time any more." She took another sip of her coffee as her foot retreated from its teasing.

Rosy looked genuinely interested in his responses. "I liked to play hard support. I got pretty good at pushing and pulling the creeps, but I wasn't very good at landing my ults," she hummed happily. Her stocking clad foot returned, this time with its twin. Together, they squeezed the trapped length between the instep. "Don't tell me your another hard carry?" she teased.

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As her feet retreated, Jason breathed softly, taking a moment to clear his head. It didn't work particularly well, and it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying what was going on here, it was just all so much, so fast! "Yeah, I hear it's very similar." He said with a smile. "And it's always fun to meet another gamer." He added, and almost gasped as both her feet moved back between his legs, his hard shaft squeezed between them. For a brief moment an imagine of him, bound on the floor, with her feet casually playing with his cock flashed through his mind. The thought made him throb against her soles.

Her comment managed to make him laugh despite the distraction however. "Mm. You read me easily." He said with a smirk, getting more relaxed into the situation and more willing to make a few jokes back at her. She might have guessed his playstyle easily, but she had also seemingly found his submissive tendencies with no trouble. Or perhaps he was just assuming she had. "I'm a tank, most times. The rest of my team usually jokes that it's only fitting, given my physique." He said with a chuckle, his hips shifting and rocking forward slightly, as if offering her better access.

"Sooo, what other kinds of things do you fill your limited free time with?" He asked, both genuinely curious, as well as wondering if she would simply tease him more and more.

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As they spoke, Rosy's feet began a methodic back and forth stroking that continued unending and unchanging through their conversation. "Well, my time is mostly spent rehearsing or studying Broadway shows," or sending in auditions, practicing, custom designing. "My whole life centers around my work." Crinkles were created between pinched eyebrows as she pondered the question. It was a question she'd answered before, but that was for the cameras; and, seeing as she was already playing with his dick, this was nothing like the spot light.

Remembrance had her jumping, but only a bit. "My guilty pleasure is watching old, black and white horror movies," Rosy answered, leaning forward as if sharing a deep secret. "Honestly, anything newer scares me too much. I'm kind of a wuss!" The actress's laugh was honey sweet and made her eyes glow. Then, in a low purr she added. "You can pop open that button, if you want. I wouldn't mind."


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For Ivah it was a pleasantly restful night. Dreamless and deep she slept until dawn broke. When the morning light filtered in through the widely thrown curtains she rose on the bed with a yawn. First stretching out her fore legs then hide she leapt from the bed and shook out her fur. Though human in true form she rather enjoyed her wolf state. Small enough to be mistaken for a large dog she often prowled the streets in such a form, partly to hunt and partly to enjoy herself. More often than not she would run across friendly people and children who would play with her. With a light snuff she shifted back to human form. Stretching her nude body she walked to the wardrobes to find some clothing.

Thankfully these vampires dressed slightly more normal than the Camarilla clan did. But they still had some elegance. No jeans and hoodies were to be found. So she settled for another skirt that was unevenly cut, a sheer outer skirt of purple and a red under skirt coupled with a loose fitting black blouse. With her long, almost perfectly straight auburn hair and wide green eyes she almost looked far. With the sun freshly up she did not expect to see any vampires about so she set to explore. First to find kitchens. They must have human thrall a or servants who needed food, plus they had brought her food before.

The halls seemed massive and elegant, certainly compared to her pack's den. Though it wasn't pretentious and gaudy like the Camarilla estate. She paced through long halls with many doors, more bed chambers she presumed, then many sitting rooms, a massive ballroom, finally a dining hall. The kitchens must be near by. True enough after a few doors she found the kitchens. A couple servants were awake. They eyed her with a wary curiosity, probably commanded not to interact with her. With her sun kissed skin, though still a little pale, it was obvious she did not belong there. So she didn't bother to ask where she might find something to eat and just looked herself.

After cooking some eggs herself she took her breakfast outside, too bad vampires did not consume coffee, she could use a cup right about now. The day was brilliant and she lounged on the sloping lawns, leisurely eating her breakfast. However she was getting bored already. No hunts, no designing... so she was to spend eternity here to do... what exactly? Be a threat or a bargaining chip? Joy of joys, sounds like a fun life. After an hour of lounging she couldn't take just sitting around. Slipping behind some trees she shifted into a wolf, gently hanging up her clothing. She bounded around the grounds, tormenting squirrels. It was great sport, though she never killed one.

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During the early morning, there was a scant few vampires still awake, mostly elders finishing their line of work before turning in. Under orders, they left Ivah to her own devices, although there were whispers and cold looks. The servants, however, ignored her for a different reason. It wasn't unusual for a neonate to still have color to their skin when they turned, and they usually had nasty tempers from the change, so she was left to pillage the kitchen on her own. Neonates always tried to go back to their old lives, although normal food was soon purged from the system. They didn't envy the girl, not knowing she was a lycan.

The day went quietly for both of them, and Alexander woke early as the sun started to set. If there was anything that Ivah was going to learn, it was going to be a nocturnal schedule, if she was going to have any sort of entertainment in the estate. Alexander made a beeline to Ivah's room, checking for her there first before running through the grounds for her. "Come, we go out to hunt." He was insistent, and she wasn't going to get much privacy tonight.

There was a group of ten vampires, including Alexander, who were out near the tree line, bows in hand and quiver over the shoulder. "We're hunting food for the thralls." He said simply, as he led her into the forest. The groups split up, Alexander going along with Ivah, for his own reasons. Deer were plentiful in the massive forest expanse, thankfully, and it wasn't long before a large deer was at the edge of vision. Alex turned to her, whispering. "Shift and hunt it down. This one is yours to do as you wish with."

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Ivah spent the rest of the day lounging and snoozing g on the grass as a wolf. She'd never spent so much time in that form before and it was rather nice. A few thrills who took care of the grounds spied her and gave her a wide berth. She gave them the same courtesy, conveniently finding somewhere else to be when they looked like they wanted to work near where she was. The sun was setting by the time she grew a little tired and went back to change. Not certain how Alexander had such exquisite timing but she had just become human again when he appeared. "Hunt?" She question but his tone said not to disobey. Grudgingly she look to the clothing and shrugged, shifting back to a wolf and padded at his side. For all it looked she could simply be a faithful hound.

When they saw the other vampires quizzical looks were given. The auburn wolf just gave a snort and shook her head at them. Then they were off to hunt. Her paws were silent on the earth as she walked by the lord's side. The others split off into groups of two but Alexander stayed with her. Probably to ensure she didn't decide now would be a good opportunity to flee captivity. It didn't take long and she could smell the doe as Alexander saw it. When he whispered the wolf looked as if she were grinning. She passed before him and made a funny movement with her right forepaw. Tapping the ground lightly she looked pointedly between the spot before his feet she gestured to and him. After a few taps and looks she sniffed at the air then cut a wide circle around the deer, heading upwind of her then slunk into shadow.

She prowled forward, coming up on the doe's flank. Ivah drooled a little as she hunkered down, glittering green eyes fixed on prey. Then in an instant she lunged forward. The doe made a squealing, bleating scream as the wolf's jaws closed on her neck. Ivah could taste the iron of her blood as she squeezed hard, holding the large doe still until her pulse faded into nothing. Is unreleased the deer and gave a triumphant bark. The deer was too big to handle in this form so Ivah changed to a we're. The transformation was a little more painful than turning into a wolf, but she was used to it. The seven foot tall were was coated in long auburn fur, just as the wolf, and possessed bright green eyes.

With ease she lifted the deer up and over her shoulder, walking back to where she had left Alexander. Something, however, smelled wrong. She stopped and sniffed the air. It was thick with blood but another scent she recognized. Vampires... but not ones that smelled like Alexander and his clan. Ivah dropped the deer and bounded forward on all fours, reaching the spot where she had left the vampire lord just as the group moved in for the attack. One of the first to move in was an elder, and one she recognized from around 70 years ago. He was the head of weapon development, and he'd it mean the oversaw Ivah's work. The were howled and tackled the vampire to the ground. Caught unaware by a lycan out in the woods the vampire was taken. She could not relish the revenge and began shredding the vampire. First the throat then, using claws, rendering his head from his body. She there the head as far as she could before turning on another, not taking time to see how Alexander was doing.

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Alexander was quiet and watchful, watching Ivah was work in the hunt. It was truly mesmerizing watching a true beast of the forest at work, and although he stood ready with a notched arrow in case the beast would get away. Of course, it didn't, and he watched her shift once more into a were to carry the doe back instead of eating it right there.

Of course, he knew of the ambush, although the realization of it being sprung was almost too late for him to react, so entrenched in watching Ivah. She took out the first attacker viciously, and he drew himself out of the slight shock with little effort, sending an arrow through the eye of the next before a second went through the heart. The bow was dropped to take it hand to hand, launching himself at a third, hand plunging into the thoracic cavity, clawed hand rending the heart to strips before ripping it out and throwing it to the side. He saw the quick work that Ivah did to the elder of the group, launching at another. Alex turned to the last, launching forward, removing a hand before bludgeoning it in the head hard enough to knock it out.

He turned to Ivah, nodding his head. He took a few steps, ruffling her fur behind the left ear. "You did well, Ivah. But now we have new work. Get your doe, I'll send a message out for everyone to head back to the estate. We have punishment to dole out." He moved to the unconscious one, throwing him over his shoulder. A bolt of lightning came from the half-clouded sky, splitting and hitting the bodies, burning them. He didn't want the sludge to ruin the purity of his forest.

It was a familiar scene to Alexander, the Vampire chained up in the dungeon, but now Ivah was behind him instead of chained, and Alex was not feeling kind. "Camarilla scum. You were cast out for a reason, but you return. Trying to take back your weapon maker? You are pathetic." He drew a dagger and a vial, coating the blade carefully with the liquid. "Little honor, even less care for others. I wonder how you stayed in power so long." The tip of the blade went along the skin, sizzling in the small cut before he stabbed it into the vamp's gut. He stepped away from him though. "Of course, I have little reason to be angry. However..." He turned to Ivah. "He's yours."

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The fight was over as quickly as it had begun. What was supposed to be an ambush turned into a slaughter. Each had killed two and Alexander too his captive. Ivah was crouched down of the one with an arrow in it's eye. For good measure she wrenched the head off, just to be sure. Her gaze turned to Alexander as he stepped over and ruffed the fur behind her ear. She made a noise that sounded like a bark but certainly could be laughter, humor shining from those emerald eyes. She rose back up and nodded, walking to the dead deer and slung it over her shoulder. Before returning to the mansion she gathered the clothing and took the doe to the kitchens to be properly butchered. She was not so much of a beast yet that she preffered raw flesh over cooked.

Human again she slipped back into the fae clothing and as soon after summoned to the dungeons. It was quite an experience to be on the other side. She was silent as Alexander spoke to the vampire. The one chained seemed both terrified and defiant. Proud and haughty he didn't make a sound even as the blade was slid into his gut. When Alexander turned to Ivah and addressed her, she looked to the other vampire with a grin of pure sadistic joy. Fearless she strode to the vampire and grabbed the front of his shirt. "Do you know who I am?" She questioned. The vampire was silent. "I said..." She reared back and punched him hard in the mouth, cutting a hand while chipping out his right fang. The vampire spat and glared.

"Weaponmaker," he said simply. Ivah's fury grew ten fold. "No! I'm Ivah you fucking blood sucker! I had a name and a family! You and your clan took that for eleven years! Eleven long and shameful years!" Her voice reached new pitches no sane human should be able to make. She was almost angrier that this wasn't her keeper. She had slaughtered him quick enough. The vampire laughed at her. "And now you belong to a new clan, congratulations." Ivah snarled, "no... I belong to a pack." Her voice had gone deathly quiet before she shifted to were form. The vampire's eyes widened as he looked to the towering monster. Ivah pulled him closer and roared in his face before slamming him forward. The chains on his wrists held but his body flew back, tearing both of his hands off. The vampire screamed in pain this time as the monster leapt on him.

This time it was slow. She rendered elbows then feet and knees. The stump of his arms were shredded from his sockets and the same treatment went to his legs. With a blood chilling howl she finished him, tearing his throat out and rendering his head from his body. The remains of his throat remained in her mouth as she changed back, quite suddenly, with uncommonly horrid popping noses as her bones had to suddenly shift. Ivah stood there a moment, blood running down her neck and naked breasts before spitting out the remains of his throat. Her legs gave out and she suddenly was sitting in a building pool of blood, shoulders shaking. It wasn't exactly the closure she had been hoping for and she put her hands over her face. "I... I'm sorry... I and just tired," she choked out. Indeed she had never shifted to the point of exhaustion before, to the point she couldn't hold a form any longer.

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Alexander stood, unphased by the sudden violence from Ivah on the vampire, understanding the need for revenge. After all, that was why he captured this one. The terrified scream from the beast drew a cold smile from him as he watched her shift and tear the creature apart limb by limb, throat being removed with a simple bite. But then Ivah did something he didn't expect.

She transformed back, kneeling in the puddle of blood, spitting out the flesh of the dead. A crying mess, she became, and a soft frown crossed his face. He walked slowly to her, kneeling down – careful not to get blood on his own clothing – and wrapped warm arms around her, pulling her to him. "There is no need to be apologetic. You got your revenge on the Camarilla, and it's now time to calm down, relax, and enjoy life again."

Gentle arms lifted Ivah up, carrying her over to some damp rags, personally brushing the blood from her, cleaning her before bringing her clothes to her. "Take a breath, and lets get you up to your room. You've had a long day and night. We'll redo the hunt come tomorrow night."

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Ivah hadn't heard Alexander approach and jumped when she felt his arms go around her. She looked up, blood from her hands smeared across her face. She was truly a bloody mess. Suddenly she felt embarrassed for breaking down, but that only made her sob more. Though she surrendered herself to Alexander she didn't curl in to seek comfort, she simply sat there and let him hold her while she acted a fool child. Then the ground vanished beneath her and he easily bore her weight over to where he had damp rags already waiting.

She surrendered to being cleaned and the tears faded into a soft hiccup and sniffling. Once clean he brought over her clothing and she stood up shakily to struggle them on. She had never felt such a bone deep weariness. His kindness surprised and impressed her. All she knew of vampires was the Camarilla. "Thank you Alexander... you've been more than kind to me..." she said softly after she was ready to leave. It hardly seemed fair, it was easier to just hate vampires as a whole but this one was making that difficult. She might eventually actually believe they have human traits.

The walk to her room alone was weary and her way was slow but steady. Once safely at the door she gave the lord a small, weak smile. "I look forward to a hunt tomorrow," she said before stepping into the room. This time she drew the heavy drapes shut to block the light. She had little wish to wake up with the dawn which was surely only a couple hours away.

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Alexander had given her a large amount of respect from her actions. She was mostly level headed, strong in body and spirit. And she didn't try to run when they were attacked. That spoke volumes about what he was able to trust her with. He was silent as he watched her dress, hearing her words, and was silent until they reached her room. He stopped her for a moment with a hand on her shoulder as she moved to head inside. It was a slow movement, but he moved in, kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you, for saving my life." He said softly. He didn't give her much time to respond, leaving to his own room.

The next evening was dark with a bright moon above them. There was yet many days before the next full moon, and Alex didn't feel fear bringing her out here in the moonlight. The group was out once more, but doubled to make sure nobody was injured this time around. "Let's do this right this time." Alexander said. The groups split off into three that night, a Silver haired man joining Alex and Ivah. He was more a guardian than hunter at the moment.

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Ivah sat down on her bed for a time and simply stared at the wall. Her cheek still felt oddly warm. The thought made her growl and punch a pillow. She removed the clothing and crawled under the covers. It didn't take long for a deep sleep to overtake her. Sheer exhaustion, physical and mental, had strained her to her limits.

She slept all through the day, something she had not done in quite some time. It was late evening before she woke. The sun was still up but starting to set. The very first thing on her mind was a ravenous hunger. Even as she sat up, yawning widely her stomach gave an uncomfortable squeal. The second thing was events of the previous night. She growled at herself again and rose up. The clothing was similar to the previous day though the colors were in a softer hue of blue and yellow.

First it was to the kitchens for something to eat. There was some venison from the doe she had killed the previous day. While searing the meat she tried to engage a neonate in conversation but the girl remained quiet. Ivah just sighed as she cooked the meat and simply stopped trying. Once the meal was cooked she ate it quickly, feeling rejuvenated from the sleep and meal. Once done it was almost dark so she went into the yard and sat on the sweeping lawns until the hunting parties showed up.

The moon was waning from her full state just two nights prior. Had it really only been two days? Somehow it felt longer. Then the hunting parties arrived and Ivah fell into step with them. When Alexander spoke she grinned a little bit. "Felt right the last time, just not the right pray," she said with a small laugh. For the time being she remained in human form, deciding to conserve her strength if anything should happen. She looked at the silver haired man with him with the same wariness she always had with the other vampires. Alexander had received that look on many occasions though now she had a sort of admiration for the man... vampire. "Do you hunt every night?" she asked quietly.

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It was a small relief that she came along with them in a human form, although Alexander knew that she would transform when they got close to something to hunt. If it was easier on her, he was fine with it. He saw the gazes that she gave the silver haired man, Raphael, although the man didn't seem to notice it. Alexander thought to himself about it, noticing her own gaze to him before hearing her question.

"We don't hunt every night. Maybe on a weekly basis." He said, as he pushed past some low hanging branches. "We hunt again tonight since last night's was botched from the attack. Didn't get enough food for the week for the thralls and you." He turned to face Ivah, nodding his head to the other man. "That man is Raphael, my brother and head of the security for the estate. Raphael, you heard of Ivah, the weaponcrafter. Of course, not her trade of now, but please be kind to her."

"There was no need to say such things." Raphael spoke short, his voice deeper than Alex's by half an octave. "After all, she saved you last night. And anyone you trust has my protection." The group moved deeper in the woods before Alex motioned for them to stop. He was stringing his bow, before turning around the tree and shooting, hitting a deer through the skull, dropping it. He moved to it, snapping its neck before lifting it up, over his shoulder. "Care to find another for yourself this week, Ivah?"


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Lukas had been doing a lot of damage to the city in the short time he had been there; however, he hadn't killed anyone, yet. "Come on, is this really the best you've been able to evolve in all the centuries I've been gone? That's just depressing." He yelled out as another building went crumbling into the ground. "I should find another playground, this is not getting me anywhere, my powers haven't even fully returned yet. Such a boring place this world is." He said as he was about to smash another building. Though before he did it, he looked through the window and saw a woman holding her one year old daughter in her arms, starring through the window, frightened for her own life and her daughter's life, tears running down her face. Lukas starred at the women for a moment through the window. Instead of smashing the building now, he walked into it and picked her up, carrying her outside with her child and put her down. Clearly the woman was confused. "I don't kill if you are protecting children. You're a good mother. Go." The woman still starred, but after a second, she nodded and then she ran.

A few seconds later, the building she had been in, was destroyed as well. He looked at his hand again "Better, but still not good enough." He shrugged and turned around to continue his walk. However, what he saw, standing there a little away from him, made a creepy smile appear on his face, his tongue licking his lips a little. This was quite the opposite reaction of what Nephilims were taught. Usually, demons would be scared by the appearance of a Nephilim, especially one with the powers such as Sera's, but Lukas welcomed the challenge. "Oh now isn't this a treat? Just as I was getting bored, you show up here to entertain me. Aren't I lucky today?" he laughed a little. By the looks of her, she was new to this business, it was easy to see even for Lukas, but that didn't mean she was weak of course. "So my girl, would you like to see how well you fight against a demon?" he grinned, his hands shaking with the power that was hiding between them. His eyes had come to life; they were excited, his hands itching to release their power. "Now I have the chance to start my revenge! Oh it's going to be PRICELESS to hear your screams, to punish those that punished me!" he gave a wicked laugh as his powers started to overflow his body, his eyes wide with excitement.

In less than a blink of an eye, he was gone and had appeared in front of her, his hand now going to grab hers to throw her around. _You will feel the pain and despair that I have been living with for hundreds of years in the underworld, you will know what it is to be abandoned by those that love you, those that promised to stay with you and help you in need. You will learn, my little Nephilim, you will learn until you have no more skin on your body!_ he thought to himself as his hand was still going towards her to grab a hold of her.

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Demons had been portrayed as great horned, red skinned beasts but the being before her exhibited none of those traits. His white hair seemed oddly unique even for a creature of the Underworld. He looked like an escaped mental patient and judging by his grin, it was quite possible that was a truth.

If Sera was disappointed by his lack of fear she did not immediately show it, though the smile that appeared on his face when his eyes lit upon her made her shiver deep inside. As he vanished from sight she fought to keep calm despite the panic that tried to well up in her. Before she had time to think her training took over and the instant he appeared before her, she began to move with surprisingly, fluid grace.

As his hand reached for her she pivoted away drawing Nuriel in the same move. As her other foot came around she launched herself towards him, the angel sword aimed at his chest. The force she placed behind the blow would easily smite a mortal but she got the distinct impression it would barely faze this demon, if it even landed.

Sera was well aware that demons couldn't be killed even in the Mortal Realms but if her only option was to destroy his body to return his soul to Hell, then that is the course of action she would follow. His words both frightened and concerned her. They implied something that she had been taught was impossible, blasphemous even. It would do no good for her to be distracted by these troubling thoughts so she turned her mind back to the task at hand. "Silence yourself demon and return to your own Realm." She cried, driving the blade towards him.

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Lukas wasn't surprised that he didn't catch her at the first try; after all, Nephilims did have great powers, so it would be a rather big disappointment if he had caught her in the first attack. As she moved out of his way and readied her sword, he turned around to look at her with his excited widen eyes. "Let's see what you can do with that little sword of yours then." Unlike other demons, he spread out his arms for her and welcomed her attack "Hit me with all you've got!" he shouted out to her and waited. As the sword came to him and hit his body, it didn't pierce him, his skin stopped the sword and power was flowing out of his body. He looked at her, grinning "You got... to DO BETTER THAN THAT!" he screamed out at her, grabbing her by the hair and swinging her around, letting go of her and send her flying into the ground, making a rather big crater from the impact.

He looked down at her from his position "Don't tell me you're already done? Is this really the best they can spit out of their institutions these days?" he shrugged a little "You disappoint me, girl. You shouldn't go about with your powers, pretending to be a protector of the 'pures' if you don't even know how to land an attack." He sighed a little and turned his back to her, starting to walk away now. "You're not even worth the time to regain my powers. Do what you think is right, but attacking me again will be the greatest mistake of your life. What is it they used to tell you before you went to war? Oh yes, it was 'If you are outmatched, you are to immediately return to the institute'. Isn't that the same thing they told you before you came here?" he asked, he was still close enough for her to hear his voice. "Maybe you should try and take them up on that offer, see what would happen. Or, if you have questions, you can find me at a hotel in this city, the most expensive on, on the top floor." He hadn't disappeared yet though, he was interested in what her next move would be.

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The blade of Nuriel slammed against his chest with enough force to jar Sera's arm but as she expected did little to damage the monster. As she tried to leap away from him, he reached out and snatched a handful of her pale hair. She suddenly found herself tumbling through the air and with a sickening crack that knocked the wind out of her lungs, she slammed into the ground. The stone and pavement underneath her shattered, forming a small crater around her body.

Sera slowly pushed herself up out of the debris. Her body was covered in small scratches, blood trickled from a large gash across her cheek and her white dress was in tatters. She was covered head to toe in dust and dirt but she still got back up to her feet and gripped Nuriel tightly. His mocking words sparked something in her she had never really felt before. Rage welled up inside her igniting a powerful desire to grind the demon into the ground like he had done to her.

Crackling energy began swirling around her feet, pushing the dust and light debris away from her. She was staring at a spot on the ground in front of her wrestling with a slew of emotions she hadn't expected. Her long hair was covering her face and whipping about wildly in the wind caused by the swirling energy. When she looked up at the demon her eyes were literally glowing a bright blue.

With a sudden cry and an impressive burst of speed her wings burst out of the armor at the same moment she launched herself at him. Her body shot through the air, practically parallel with the ground, as she rushed headlong at him. Her attack was fueled completely by an unknown source of rage, all her training and instructions gone completely out of her mind. With the force of a large truck, she tackled him and they both slammed into the nearby building causing it to crumble like so many of the others around them.

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Lukas felt the force that came from her as she was getting on her feet again, the power that was building up inside her. Exactly what they tried to keep from happening in the institutions, they didn't want their precious little guardians to go rampage with feelings because something like this would happen, and now that he had sparked that kind of power in her, she would learn how to control it, just as he had done when it happened to him, but of course, this was just his theory, maybe it would go differently for her, but for now, it was just what he had been aiming for. As they both crashed into the building, the debris falling around them and causing a rather thick dust wall to come up, he still hadn't taken much damage. He had taken some, but it was no more than a scratch caused by a pet cat's claws, which, honestly, wasn't that much damage to a demon.

Though of course, he had blocked some of the attack as well, or he would have taken more damage than this, but it was not enough to draw his own weapon, which was the scariest part of this fight, so far, he hadn't used magic against her, and he hadn't used his weapon, all he had used was his speed and his bare hands, and he had given her a rather big challenge just from that. As he was laying there, his back against a stone wall, her over him, he looked into her eyes with his own. He gave a wider grin, he could see the power in her eyes, how it longed to come out, but they wouldn't let her, and they would never let her.

"How does it feel? To have all that power building up inside you and not being able to release any of it? How does it feel to realize that what I've said just might be the truth? Did you stop to wonder why I knew what they told you? How I know so much about you?" he gave a small laugh. "Allow me to show you a few things you've probably missed here. Look at me, I've not yet drawn a weapon, and I've not challenged you with magic, you think this is all I can do? Probably not, but right now, I've only challenged you with speed and bare hands. I've given you the chance to return to your institute to train more, are you sure you want to throw away that opportunity?" he grinned.

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His words were like splinters under the skin. Each time Sera made an attempt to dig one out it went deeper and caused more pain. Lukas couldn't possibly know that much about the Nephilim unless... her brain scrambled to keep up with the implications. Only the Nephilim would know. Meaning he was or had been Nephilim or at the very least trained by them. The thought made her feel sick and kept the warm fire of rage in her belly sparking. Sera growled at him, it had a feral edge to it, a sign that she was struggling to contain her emotions just as he had said. He was mocking her inability to stay calm, mocking her race and it infuriated her.

She pressed the divine sword against his throat, nicking the skin just slightly though his only reaction seemed to be a slight widening of that maddening grin. "Stop talking." She demanded, suddenly becoming uncomfortably aware of how close they were. Determined to hold her ground she remained straddling his lap, which in her mind somehow kept him tethered. "Why are you toying with me?!" She practically shouted, the blade jerking precariously. "I'm not running away from the likes of you." Sera added abruptly, though it was obvious she did not realize how serious this proclamation would change her life.

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Lukas was looking at her poor attempt to threaten him, even though she seemed to have the upper hand right now in this situation, he could still easily flick this newly created warrior off him, though that wasn't his intentions, his intentions were different. He looked at her as she finished what she had to say and then smiled. "Toying with you?" he asked her "I am in no way toying with you. If I wanted to kill you, you would have been dead before the fight had begun. But I don't see any point in killing someone who doesn't know the truth about their own life and limits." He explained. "Feel yourself, look at yourself; you've lost the ability to control yourself. You know what I've said, can only mean a certain thing, but you still refuse to accept it because someone that, you, trust have told you demons and underworld creatures are the enemy."

He grabbed her blade with his bare hand now and used incredible force to push it back, forcing her arm back as he then threw her off his lap. "I really don't care if you want to run away or not. I already told you, you could go back to the institute you came from, or you could meet me at the hotel room, or do both, and get more knowledge to the person you've become." He dusted himself off and turned her head to look at her "You have no chance of defeating me at your current level, and I have no interest in killing you off right now, I'm far more interested in hurting the people that needs hurting. The decision is up to you from now on." He said and started to walk away from the debris again, wondering what her move would be now.

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Sera felt like a ragdoll as he tossed her carelessly aside; a toy he had become bored with. She pushed herself to her feet for the second time but her rage had chilled, the void it left was filled with confusion over the things he said. She stood among the rubble looking like a lost child, though she was in fact a young adult. Her long hair was matted with dirt from their brief but intense fight. If he looked at her now he would see the blank stare in her eyes as she worked to comprehend her situation.

The idea of returning to the Institute defeated made her burn with shame and Sera hated feeing embarrassed among her peers more then anything. She would defeat this being if it cost her life. As much as it galled her his words were true, he shouldn't have been able to even touch Nuriel let alone push the divine blade away with the easy of a boy swatting a stick. She may be young but she was one of the most powerful Nephilim at the Institute aside from the odd instructor. Were she to return now, they would simply throw a greater force at him in the assumption they could beat him and she was quite sure they would loose. It would be like sending lambs to the slaughter.

Her eyes narrowed as she considered the options laid before her. Return and tell her expectant instructors she failed... or go with him and learn more about the lies he spoke. He had stated he had no intention of harming her but he did want to cause harm to someone. "Who is it you are so determined to hurt?" She asked suddenly, looking across the debris at him. "I won't let you hurt innocent people or my friends." Sera added with a fierce look.

Sliding the weapon back into its sheath she took a more relaxed pose, forcing herself to release tensed muscles and stand at ease. She put one hand on her hip and watched him warily. "I want to know more about the things you've said. Though I believe them to be lies."

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She was speaking again; she was the talkative kind of girl it seemed, however, Lukas gave her the space she needed to vent what she wanted. He had stopped in her tracks to let her do so; listening to every word she was throwing at him. He was getting her to doubt now, maybe it wasn't much doubt, but she had some none the less, she even had to state for herself that she didn't believe his words for the moment. He didn't really care, again, she wasn't the one who had caused him harm, but if she did stand in his way for his revenge, he would, eventually, take her out. He turned around to look at her with a grin again "Now, here's a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame, who is a monster and who is a man?" he grinned. He didn't want to tell her more than that, but it was clear, at least in his head, that what he meant to say was; who exactly are the innocent ones? And who are the ones that are the punishers? He wasn't sure if she would catch it, but he did enjoy some riddles once in a while.

He then walked over to her slowly and placed a hand in front of her, his palm opening. An ice rose fell from his hand and down onto the ground where it shattered into pieces, an illustrated way to tell her a little bit about himself, if she caught it that is. "I told you, you want to know more, find me at the most expensive hotel in town, at the top floor, and I will tell you what you wish to know. But I have one condition; you will not tell me I am lying, you can think it, but if you say those words, I'll tear a limb off you, so violently that you will not be able to regenerate for a long time. Those are my terms." Now he was done with giving her more time. He used his speed to disappear in an instant, leaving the city in its ruined destroyed state.

It wouldn't take him long to find the hotel he had been looking for, a hotel that had original been made for demons back in the days, it was run by demons as well, however, they kept in the shadows so the Nephilims wouldn't destroy this fine place. Needless to say, Demons look out for each other; so naturally, Lukas got the room he had been aiming for without many problems. It had a warmed up pool on the outside terrace, giving a clear view over the city and up into the sky and all the stars, a beautiful sight indeed. He walked out there with a glass of red wine in his hand and stood with one hand on the railing, looking out over the city. "Ahhh such a wonderful look, just what I've been missing all those years." He said to himself and took a sip of the wine.

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Sera remained standing very still for several long moments after the demon departed, her eyes fixed on the shattered rose upon the ground. Looking around at the devastation he had caused made her cringe inwardly. Her duty had been to stop him and she had failed at it. On top of that his poisonous words had put a worm of doubt into her faith and belief in her people. A part of her had to know what the truth was and fear of what harm he may cause her did not lessen that feeling at all.

She reached up and touched the tender gash on her cheek. It had stopped bleeding but would be bruised and sore for a few days, as would the rest of her battered body. Unlike demons and angels the Nephilim did not regenerate, they healed quicker then mortals but should he carry out his threat of delimbing she would die just like any other person. A vague buzzing ache indicated he was still in the area. It was annoying feeling being able to sense him like that. Had she been more focused and in control of her emotions she may have sensed the greater threat lurking in the area.

Her internal debate finally reached a conclusion. She could not return in shame and she had to know the truth. With the decision finally firmed in her mind, she spread her feathered wings and launched upwards, soaring in the direction of the hotel.

She landed in front of the prestigious building and almost screamed in surprise as she came face to face with a red skinned demon. He was dressed in the livery of the hotel and grinning wickedly at her. His glamour hid him from human eyes but she saw through it easily. As her eyes wandered over the staff her horror only grew. They were all demons and based on their leering expressions they were all expecting her. Sera could not begin to fathom how they had hid this place from the Nephilim especially so close to the Institute. Doubt tickled at her mind and an unwelcome thought surfaced. Perhaps the Nephilim knew it was here... and chose to ignore it. The thought made her feel ill.

Squaring her shoulders and putting on a lazy, arrogant smile she forced herself to walk through the sliding glass doors of the hotel; telling herself all the while it was in search of the truth.