Come and Play

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Sydney was laughing as she was landing on top of Chem. She noticed how he was careful, even as she was the one who pushed him to the ground. In a way it showed the power he had, the strength beneath his surface. Her lips were formed into a big smile as she lied above him. She stared down into his eyes, her own sparkling. Lifting an eyebrow and cocking her head to the side, she listened to his idea of boredom. “I disagree. I believe boredom may come and go but you can put it to sleep for much longer than a small period of time.” There was a small gasp that spilled out as she felt his arms come around her. The jerk to bring her closer made her eyes widen in surprise, she was barely an inch from his lips.

Sydney licked her lips, as Chem’s words swirled into her ears. “Well just because you’ve fed, does not mean you cannot watch me feed.” Her teeth slid out to scrap over her bottom lip, her fangs peeking out beneath her lips. She was working on trying to hide them but it came with practice. Her breath fanned over his lips, as her voice dropped into a playful melody. “Somehow I think I’d be alright with you becoming addicted to me, so I think we should find out.” Slowly, she traced her finger along the side of his face.

Sydney shivered as Chem placed his head against hers and she merely leaned into him. His skin had the under taste of cold, it was only slightly warm because of the feed he had. She did not mind the cold though, she rather enjoyed it. He did not scare her the way she knew he should have. He was stronger than he put off, and she would not doubt that. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, right before she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was full of passion and desire, as they caressed his. His taste was nothing like she’d ever experienced before. She felt like she could be sucked inside of him and be happy like that. Her tongue danced out and swiftly, lightly tasted him further. Than without warning, her teeth clamped onto him and pricked him, drawing blood. With a moan, her hand pressed against the side of his cheek as she deepened the kiss. Her body shivered against him, as she kissed him while tasting his blood. She did not suck or pull at the blood, just letting it flow naturally into her mouth.

[Eliachem]

Eliachem went completely still as Sydney kissed him back. His face lit up in a smirk of recognition. They had danced over some invisible line and he would take them further afield. The question in his mind would be how far their flights of fancy could take them. “Okay my little fly lets dance on the web.” Lifting off the ground as if both of them weighed nothing He took to the air. She hadn’t fed and so he poured a portion of energy into her. It was a small bit just enough to take the small edge off. From their vantage with a slow descent they would be in any number of prime hunting grounds.


Keeping her firmly pressed against him he kissed her pouring more of him into the kiss. It was a dangerous thread he walked but he was accustomed to it. The danger there, he wasn’t like most vampire society but there was still that thread. There was still the heart of darkness within him but he didn’t want to hasten her descent. They would dance and they would fall he looked forward to it


Chem pushed a bit more energy into their flight slowing their descent to more of a float as their feet touched the ground. He couldn’t find evil doers per se but he could find the largest sources of anger and rage. That was there destination. To that end they came down in the alley which led to Neo. It was a hate factory masquerading as an industrial gothic nightclub. Ninety percent of the revelers never knew that there was a secret alcove which led to the real club. The real club was a den of iniquity that would have made Nero blush. There were equal parts sex and violence combined together with an overwhelming sense of hate towards themselves and the world at large. There was also a driving drug trade that would make the average pharmacist have an aneurysm. Officially as far as the Police blotters were concerned this was one of the safest places in Lincoln Park. That was mainly because anyone who was a problem was quietly relocated to other parts of the city for lessons that many never forgot or survived.

“We are in our parlor dear the world is our oyster,” Eliachem whispered into her ear as he escorted her past the door man without him so much as thinking of asking for an ID. The bodies thrashed an mashed along with to the driving bass beat which was played at decibels that Eliachem was sure would cause the youths prancing about serious issues later in their lives. Caressing the length of her side Eliachem kept his senses turned out to the pulse of the club leading them near the many dens of iniquity being visited within. The choices were myriad as users, pushers, and purveyors of all sorts had set up not-so clandestine parlors. Hidden by gloom with multiple exits they each thought that they were safe. They weren’t even a fledgling with no martial aptitude could easily disarm them and usher them from this mortal coil. There it was the source of the rage Eliachem thought as he caught sight of a group of men absolutely punishing their victim. The victim was absolutely in hell Eliachem waited to see what Sydney would do and how the visceral rage roiling off the men and the pain of their victim would move her…