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[temperance]

OUTFIT

Temperance needed to get out. She had pretty much locked herself away in her apartment for the last week and hadn't even bothered to come out. She had to admit that she was scared. Scared that things weren't going to go well here, that she would be treated as she had been treated in London and France. But she needed to get out and see more of the city she was now living in. How was she going to find willing donors if she was at home all the time? Not to mention that fact that she hadn't had blood or fear in two days now and she was starting to get hungry. Really, really hungry. So she had left the apartment and found, within minutes of leaving, that donors were not hard to find in the large city. They were scared of her, of course, but she had fed off the fear, as well as their blood. Now she just had to find something else to do.

She walked through the streets of Chicago, just letting the night air move over her skin as she walked down the street. It was really beautiful here, and she didn't have to worry about the London master sending people to watch her. Luckily, she had hit the master mark just in time for him to have her shipped overseas. Yeah, he hadn't like the thought of her being able to control her abilities better, to project her fear more. Oh no, he hadn't liked that at all. Then again, she had given him a parting gift her last night with that Kiss. She hoped he liked knowing what it was like to screw with a Moroven vampire. The silver in his bed might have burned her hands, but she had healed well enough. She hadn't spilled the holy water on it yet. She smiled, thinking about the screams he had emitted before shaking her head and focusing on the area around her.

She found that she was in a park. She didn't remember wandering into the park, but it was a good enough place for a walk. She wrapped her arms around her middle and walked under the trees, finding a covered bridge and leaning against the railing and look out to the city beyond. It was beautiful, like no other city she had been in, yet it wasn't quite as grand as Paris when she was living. Then again, she didn't think anything could be as interesting and beautiful as the place she had shared with her mother. Revolutionary times had been full of turmoil and bombs and violence, but she had shared that time with her mother and she would always remember that. And then there had been Pierre. But that had been taken away for the life that she had now. The life of fear and darkness that she had now. Yet, she wouldn't trade death for this. No. Chicago in the 21st century was definitely something that she was glad to see, even if it meant this life of loneliness. Apart from vampires. Oh well, she had survived this long.

[ramonewolf]

He had been back in town for a while, long enough to regain control of the Fireside, and get his home set to rights. It had taken more time then he had figured to get the paperwork taken care of so that he was once more the owner of the Fireside, and it wasn't in the possession of those that weren't Pard. It had always been Pard territory and he meant to see that it stayed that way. As long as he was Nimir-Raj it would. Surprisingly enough it had been easier to take over the Pard then it had their former territory. There had been no leader, no alphas even to speak of within the city. At least none that were willing to show themselves when he issued the challenge for leadership. He meant to look into that, but not just yet. Not tonight at least, tonight he needed some air.

Ramone headed out onto the familiar streets, reacquainting himself with the old town that he had once roamed freely through. Things were different now, nothing ever stayed the same for long, things always changed, that was part of nature. It was sad though, so many of the old friends that he had known while he was in Chicago were now gone. Either dead, or run out of the city they once called home. He understood the rational on both ends of that spectrum, he just hoped that it wouldn't come to him having to continue the trend. He was hoping that he would be able to welcome in new Pard members and perhaps still find some of the old Pard, and tell them it was safe to come home again.

He let his mind wander as he walked, enjoying the breeze that constantly blew through the city. Sometimes it was light and airy, other times it was a force unto itself but it was never not there. It was as much a part of the city as anything was. He found that he had wandered into the park, and not just any park, but the park where he had met the old Nimir-Ra when he had first come to town five and a half years ago. Or was it longer than that? He knew they had been gone four years, and they had been in Chicago for some time before that. He just honestly couldn't remember how long. Funny how the memory worked, some things remained so clear in a person's head, while other things faded into unimportance.

Ramone headed toward the bridge that spanned the creek in the center of the park, and that's when he caught the scent on the ever blowing wind. Vampire. He twitched his nose, like he was trying to get an itch to go away without having to scratch at it. Then he sniffed the breeze and followed the scent. He saw her standing in the middle of the bridge, her back was to him, but he was sure that she was aware of him. “Little miss Muffet sat on her tuffet....waiting for an unsuspecting victim?” He smirked at his own cleverness.

[temperance]

OUTFIT

The park was beautiful at night, of that Temperance was positive. The moonlight on the water under the bridge held her enthralled for the time being and she wished that she could hold this moment to her forever. Surrounded by the beauty of the park, for the moment, she could pretend that she was a normal vampire, without all the extras. Hell, she could almost pretend that she was still human. She could pretend that she was standing here waiting for her white knight to sweep her off her feet, or whatever the modern day equivalent to that was. She could almost forget that she hadn't had a working, real relationship in over two hundred years. That she hadn't been used as a sex slave and servant for someone else's entertainment. She could almost be normal.

Yet even as she thought it, what was normal anyway? She had never truly been normal, her looks had ensured that. Where would she have been if her sire hadn't found her? She would probably been in one of the bordellos that Paris had been famous for, riddled with disease, not longer beautiful. It would be like Les Miserables, and she would have been Fatine. She could see it now, and she didn't like that image. No, becoming a vampire had saved her from a hard life and, though it hadn't been as glamorous as her sire had made it out to be because he had used her, she kind of liked the life she had now. She liked having had seen as much history as she had, having met as many people as she had. The only thing that made the whole thing awful, made her want to be human again, was the fear aura her bloodline had given her and the reactions others had to that aura. She was tired of people running from her. Besides that brief time in the 1800's, she had never really enjoyed what she could do with her aura, always hated that she scared people, especially children.

Mentally shaking herself, she looked at the city again. It was going to be different here. This was America! She had always heard about how things were better in America for the last couple of centuries, and she wanted to see if that was indeed true. She wanted it to be true, because that would mean that maybe, just maybe, she could find someone who didn't want to use her, who wasn't scared of her, and who didn't feel like they HAD to be with her. It was a nice thought, but she would be lucky if she managed one of those, much less all three. She heard someone moving toward her, but ignored them, figuring they would just go around her or leave her alone. And then he spoke. She took a deep breath, but the wind was blowing in the other directions so she couldn't catch his scent. Yet she knew that he couldn't be human because he knew what she was so easily. Then she felt it. That pull inside her that told her to call him, to claim him, to make him hers, and she knew what he was. Leopard. She only felt that way with leopards, but she was going to ignore it, as she always did. She knew what it was like to be a slave, and she didn't want that for her animal to call. No, she wanted her animal to be willing.

Turning around, she knew that she had that stillness that all vampires seemed to develop after a couple of hundred years. She studied him for a minute and found that the view wasn't bad at all. He was definitely good looking and worth the time, though she knew that would be a moot point once he was close enough to feel the fear coming off her. Shaking her head, she turned her back on him again to look back out over the water. ”What century are you living in, love? I have willing donors waiting in a line around the corner for me to take them. I don't need to hunt or wait for the unsuspecting any more.” She let a wicked smile play across her lips, glad he couldn't see it. ”And if I was waiting for a victim, a little leopard does make a wonderful treat. And the local Pard apparently delivers.” She turned around just enough to flash him a teasing smile before looking back at the water, trying not to laugh. It had been so long since she had played with someone like that.

[ramonewolf]

He knew that he had gotten her attention with his quip about a victim, and was rewarded when she turned to look at him. When she turned he had to swallow hard, she was a beautiful creature, ethereal but dark. Gorgeous and dangerous. Just the way he liked them, he was a sucker for a pretty face, but it was the danger that drew him like a moth to a flame. It had been said of him that he had a death wish, and perhaps that was true but he just couldn't seem to stay away from the women that could hurt him the most. Physically as well as mentally and emotionally. He was a glutton for punishment he supposed. Not that less dangerous women didn't attract him, they did, they just didn't seem to hold his attention for long. Pity for them, and him in some sense.

He sniffed delicately at the air, acquainting himself with her scent, memorizing it, so that he would know her again if he should smell her. Then she spoke and he smiled as he moved toward her. He took three full steps before the feeling hit him, he paused and blinked slowly. He felt it crawl across his skin, the feeling of fear that came from nowhere. He smiled, though it was more feral then human, and took two more steps towards her. So, she was no ordinary vampire, she was a nighthag. He hadn't had much experience with them himself but he knew of them, of course. It was hard not to know about them, they were the boogiemen that parents told children about to keep them in line, and what clan leaders told their omegas about to keep them close to home. “But it's not nearly as fun, is it? Willing donors, I mean. Not nearly as fun as inviting the flies into the spiders parlor.” He felt the fear start to run up his spine and he clamped down on it, shoving it to the back of his brain. He knew he played a dangerous game, but then that was the fun of it.

She had turned her back to him and was once more gazing out at something unseen in the darkness, or perhaps it was the darkness itself she gazed at. At her second statement he grinned widely, “You might be surprised what the local Pard delivers.” He finally reached her side and placed his hands upon the bridge railing leaning against it like he was talking to any average, every day person, instead of a Moroven. He looked at the side of her face, his hazel eyes taking in the lines and angles, there was beauty in her that many would never see because they couldn't get close enough to appreciate it. He on the other hand, could be said to be a fear junkie so he would be less effected, though not nearly immune. He knew how to control his fear, how to ignore it until such time as the adrenaline that came with it was needed. And he liked the high he got off of it, truth be told. “So, if you're not waiting for a victim then, perhaps a companion?”

[temperance]

OUTFIT

Temperance had to admit that the guy was definitely her type for a guy. He was tall and handsome and seemed to have a body underneath his clothes. He had model perfect looks and that feel of leopard coming off him was definitely a turn on, but that could just be the part of her that called to leopards. She did, however, let her eye briefly wander his body so that she could let her imagination wander over what he looked like with his clothes off, if just for the minute. She turned away from him, glad that she was old enough to let her body do that freeze that old vampires could do. The one that showed no emotions and no movement whatsoever, not wanting him to think that she was interested. She didn't want to do that, because that would mean he would have to come near her. Then he would know.

Leaning against the bridge railing, she looked out to the city and the darkness, knowing that she should just embrace it again. She couldn't find anyone who could take the fear aura, so what was the point? Maybe she would luck out and find another Moroven vampire to be with. She didn't want that though, because that could always turn into something like it had been with her sire. And she wouldn't go back to that. At his words, she gave a shrug, realizing that he was moving closer and having to stomp down her own fear, knowing that he was right in the path of her fear aura. ”I prefer willing donors, actually, less likely to draw attention if something goes wrongs. Oh and if you want to endear yourself to me, don't mention the spiders.”' If there was a couple of things that she couldn't take it was spiders and snakes. They were both definitely creepy.

She laughed at his comment about the Pard and her fingers shot to her lips to stop the sound. It had been the sound of her true laugh, the laugh of her youth, full of seduction and promise and joy. When was the last time that she had actually heard that laugh come from her mouth? It had to have been a couple of centuries. That was shocking all in itself, and yet it just made her depression and dark mood deepen, though she responded to him with a playful smile. ”Oh really? And what else does the Pard deliver? If it interests me enough, I might need to find out who to call to have it delivered.” She wouldn't mind having him delivered to her room in nothing but his skin. No, she couldn't think like that. He might be standing beside her now … oh fuck! He was standing beside her now! How did he get passed the fear aura? Was he ignoring it? Hope swelled inside her, but she quenched it, not knowing if he was truly interested in her or just curious about the fear aura.

She turned to look at him as he leaned against the railing beside her, giving him a soft smile. His words had her looking back out at the darkness. ”I'm not sure if you would be a good companion. You seem to be completely mad walking up to a nighthag like it's not big deal.” She turned to look at him, giving a slow smile. She had to admit that his close, he was even better looking and she had to grip the railing of the bridge to keep from reaching over and touching him. Being without a man for so long was definitely having it's effect on her. ”Though I do enjoy the company of leopards over others. Then again, that could be because, should I choose, I can call them.” She waved her hands as she looked at him though. ”I won't, don't worry.” She wasn't going to tell him her reasons behind not calling him. That's when she realized there hadn't been any introductions. ”I'm Temperance, by the way.”

[ramonewolf]

He didn't miss the fact that she was checking him out, and he didn't miss the opportunity to do the same. She wasn't tiny, but she wasn't very big either. She was just right, his hands could probably span her waist, and hold her easily. He liked that thought, could almost envision it, and felt his body respond to that thought. That slight tightening of his loins, the sudden urge to play caveman, those told him all he needed to know about the woman. She was definitely his type. He didn't know if she turned away because she didn't want to be bothered by him, or she didn't want him to know she might be interested.

There was only one way to find out. And he had. Once he hit her aura of fear he understood more why she had turned away, most would have gotten within that aura, turned and ran screaming away from her. He of course, wasn't that easy to shake. Not when he really wanted something at any rate. He could understand preferring willing donors rather than hunting, the hazards were just too great. He couldn't help but chuckle at her response in regards to spiders, “Don't like the creepy crawlies?” He waggled his fingers at her, in a mimicking of all those legs. Though what good it did him he wasn't sure since she had turned her back on him.

He paused when he heard her laugh, it had been completely unexpected. It didn't fit in with the fear that rolled off of her, it had sounded almost innocent. That intrigued him more than anything so far, that followed by the smile had him rethinking things. She wasn't the typical fear vampire, there was something deeper down, something that hadn't died when her body had. He had to investigate, he had to know what lay hidden beneath the fear. His face broke into a broad grin, “Funny you should say... I'm the one you would call. As far as what we deliver, we can discuss that.” His hazel eyes slid more toward golden as his leopard rolled through him. His cat sensed the vampire, was drawn to her, even with the fear. It wanted to rub itself against her, and a long loud purr rumbled deep is his chest.

That was something new for Ramone, he had never had his cat act like that before. Not with anyone, it caused him no small amount of wonder, and not just a little worry. He felt his beast roll closer to the surface, wanting out and he pushed him back down. Refusing to allow the cat the release it wanted. Ramone saw her hands grip the railing on the bridge when she realized he was standing next to her, and his mind started calculating, picking the situation apart and filing it away so that he could examine it later. “It's a big deal? Are you gonna freak out on me? Try to eat my face off? If not, then it's not a big deal.” He met her eyes with his own, his own smile spreading across his face, “As for mad, well I've been told that a time or two, not sure if I agree just yet though.”

He leaned in closer to her, his breath fluttering over her skin as he inhaled her scent as a cat would. He so wanted to rub against her, but he held himself back from that. Not yet. His smile turned once more feral, “Call me, anytime. I might even come when you call, if I've a mind to.” He leaned back slightly, looking once more into her face. Letting her scent sit in his olfactory glands, he turned his gaze to the water that ran below them. “Pleasure to meet you Temperance, I'm Ramone. And just so you know you smell good enough to eat.” He flicked his eyes back to her face, that devastating smile bursting into existence on his face.

[temperance]

OUTFIT

Temperance had found him attractive, she couldn't deny that. She had felt that familiar clench in her body that told her that she wanted him, that he could move her, but she had turned away. She had turned away because it wasn't likely she would ever get to fulfill that urge inside her. How could she? Moroven vampires were rare and that seemed to be the only ones who would come close enough to her for her to be intimate with them. Well the others felt the fear, but were better at ignoring it than lycans or humans were. So what were the chances that he would be any better than the others at ignoring the aura enough to actually get that close to her? Her own answer was slim to none.

She rolled her eyes as he asked about spiders, could almost hear him wiggling his fingers at her in an attempt to creep her out. She responded without even looking over her shoulder. ”If you must know, no, I don't like creepy crawlies. Anything with that many legs should be killed immediately. Or snakes. There's just something unnatural about something that moves without legs.” And why was she telling him this? He didn't need to know that about her. It wasn't like she would ever see him again, or at least, she didn't think she would. His voice had gotten closer though, so he should be feeling the aura. Why wasn't he walking away now?

Where did that laugh come from? What he had said wasn't all that funny, but the thoughts that had come with it were. She moved her fingers from her lips, trying to hide the fact that she had been shocked at her own laugh. She didn't want him to think that she was some kind of a freak because her own laughter had shocked her. What kind of a person was afraid of their own laugh? She gave a small smile at either her misfortune or her luck at finding him here. ”Nimir-Raj. That would be my luck. Running into the leader of the leopards on a walk. And I'm not too sure that you could handle what I want delivered, love.” She let the teasing tone fill her voice as she spoke, glancing over at him just long enough to see the leopard fill his eyes.

She shivered as the feeling his leopard aura moved over her. She clamped down on the urge to let out a call for him, pushing it down deep inside her. She didn't want to do that, she wouldn't do that. She smiled at his words, turning her head to turn her pale green eyes to look at him, glad she had actually put eyeliner on so that her eyes popped more than normal. ”Trust me, love, it won't be your face that I eat. Not that I would eat any part of you.” Yes, Temperance, dig that whole deeper for yourself. Why would you even SAY that?! He had amazing hazel eyes and she bit her lip to keep from leaning forward to be closer to him. Had it really been that long since she had been this close to a man before? Yeah, it had. Close to eighty years. Damn. ”You are definitely mad, love, but mad I could work with.”

She felt his breath on her skin as he leaned forward and had to find the shiver that threatened to move down her spine. What was wrong with her? She was acting like she had never been this close to a man before. She had to admit, she hadn't been this close to one this good looking in a long, LONG while. At his words, she felt the small pop of her ability to call him release and the feel of her call wrapped around them. ”I try not to call, but you're too close. You're making it very hard.” She pulled the power back into herself and shook her head, smiling at him. Ramone. It was a very sexy name, she had to admit. She saw the smile move across his face at his words and couldn't help but to have one of her own move across her lips. It was the smile that said she was thinking of doing naughty things. ”Promises, promises, Ramone.” She moved her hand enough to brush it gently down his arm. ”It would be so sad for that not to come to pass.” She laughed, that same true laugh from before, and turned slowly walking down the bridge, having a feeling that he would follow.

[ramonewolf]

Ramone had to admit to being more than a little interested in her, and the fact that in spite of the fact that she was a Moroven she was still scared of the things with many legs and none at all. He would have to make sure she didn't run into Sabin if she was alone. That might turn out to be a very bad meeting indeed. Although it might be comical for all involved except for perhaps her, which might end up going badly for the rest of them, if they laughed at her. She hadn't reacted to his finger wagging, but then why would she when she hadn't been able to see it. At least she hadn't reacted outwardly. “I'll remember to tell Sabin that he is unnatural the next time I see him then, I'm sure he will appreciate that.” She wouldn't know who Sabin was, of course, but it would be a great joke to him to tell the other man that a night hag thought him unnatural.

He had thought her laugh was quite charming and enchanting, even if a bit disconcerting knowing what she was. But he was more than a little glad that he had been able to make it escape from her pouty looking little lips. Lips that just begged to be kissed. Now where had that thought come from? Even with her fear aura rolling over him he still felt his libido rising. And wasn't that an interesting thing. Perhaps the feel of the fear tempered with her beauty was what was ramping his sex drive up like someone who was dino testing a motor to see how well it would perform. He knew he liked hearing her call him Namir-Raj. Just the way it fell off her lips caused something deep inside him to jerk in response. “The question is do you consider it good luck or bad? And as far as what you would have delivered, whether I will be able to handle it or not, you just never know until you ask, do you?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively even as his leopard made it's appearance within his eyes.

Ramone was highly enjoying their little banter fest, it was quite amusing as well as more than a little titillating. It made his blood run hot to tease her, and even more so when she responded in kind. But he had to laugh when she assured him she wasn't going to eat his face, even went so far as to tell him she wouldn't be eating any part of him which caused him to put on a very fake, and over done pout. “But but.. what if I want you to eat me? Again that suggestive smile slid into place. Okay, so he was a hopeless flirt, but at least he could admit that fact and enjoy himself. “Well then, we have some where to go from here, as long as you can work with the Mad Leopard King.”

Ramone could tell by her shiver when he leaned in close that he was having an effect on her and that made him feel more than a little cocky. It made his leopard purr knowing that they were causing that delicate motion in her body just from their presence next to her. Just then he felt it, that pull to come to her, that almost overwhelming urge to bend and grovel at her feet. But he held his ground, though his beast rolled onto it's back and offered it's belly like a common house cat wanting a pet. “I intend to make it a lot harder before we're through, love.” Double entendre much? He found it all quite hilarious that she made it so easy for him to throw out the innuendos between them. Then the power was gone, clamped off at the source like a faucet being shut off and the life giving water held at bay.

Ramone's smile turned sly and feral, “I don't make promises I don't intend to keep, and I have every intention of eating you at some point. And making you love it.” His voice had deepened, with the edge of a growl to it as his beast once more floated close to the surface. They both felt the fear but neither of them backed away from it, or the woman exuding it so freely. It was almost like catnip to them both, drawing them as much as her call ever would. “Oh, it will come to pass, you can bet on that my dear Temperance. At some point it will come to pass.” His voice was strong and sure, he was confident, even with the edge of a purr in his tone. He knew that sooner or later she would be in his bed, and he in hers. And if he had his way it wouldn't just be a once and done thing, like he had so many times before. The touch of her hand against his arm made his guts clench with need and want so intense it made his knees weak. Oh yes, she would definitely decorate his bed, hopefully sooner rather than later. When she started to move away he stretched to his full height and moved so that he walked at her side, offering her his arm, just so he could feel her touch again. The fear leaping from her to him like electricity that caused shock waves through his whole system.

[temperance]

OUTFIT

Temperance knew fear. It was literally her bread and butter, one of the things that kept her alive, so she knew all too well that her fear of spiders and snakes was unnatural and weird. She had had the phobia of both since she had been human. It had been one of things that she had kept with her even as her power level had hit Master proportions. She could kill any spider or snake that came across her path, and yet she was still terrified of them. She wonder what he thought about that. He was probably laughing at her a little one the inside. At his words, she frowned and glanced at him. ”If this conversation is any indication, Sabin must be a weresnake and I definitely do no think I would want to meet him.” She was glad that she was able to suppress the shutter than ran through her as she tried not to think about her encounters with other weresnakes over the years. Nope, definitely didn't want to meet this Sabin he was talking about.

The scent of desire was something that she knew a lot about. Almost as well as she knew the scent of fear. And desire was definitely coming off him in waves. She glanced at him, trying not to show him how puzzled she was by his reaction to her. Yes, she had been flirting with him, and she was definitely feeling the desire and need to be touched by him, but she didn't think that he would feel the same about her. Biting her lip as she thought, she cleared her mind at his words and let a wicked smile curve across her lips. ”I have yet to figure out if it is good or bad to have run into you. And you are a rather naughty boy, are you not? Suggesting that a lady of my age would actually let you know what thoughts linger in my mind over what I would want of you.” So she had told him that she was having thoughts about him, but she figured it would be best to let his mind wander and imagine whatever he wanted to think about what was going through her mind. She could about guarantee that he was very, very close in what she was thinking.

God, that pout, even if fake, was sexy and she found herself having trouble not staring at it. His words had that laugh coming from her lips again, though this time she let it come. ”I am sure we can work something out. I have never ate a mad leopard king before, and am always willing to try something new.” She hadn't had this much honest fun this close to someone in so long that she had forgotten how hot she could get just with the flirting and the playful bantering back and forth. She didn't want to think about the last time she had been with someone like this, talking with them, while they handled the fear aura. She was finding that fact, more than their words, to have her body running hot and becoming full of desire. How could he have the effect on her after having just met him? Was she really that hard up for a man? Nope, he was just that enticing and she was finding it hard to resist him.

Temperance felt herself give out the call to him and hated that she had done it because of him being so close to her. She gave a small smile as she felt his leopard roll over and offer his belly to her. She bit her lip at his words, suddenly getting images of just what he was talking about and the effects that it would have on her body. She shivered and, though it wasn't major, she couldn't stop it from moving down her spine. She knew that he more than likely would notice that. ”I look forward to it, Ramone.” And she was making her own promise, one that she was sure she would more than enjoy keeping. And she was pleased when he spoke about keeping his promises, making her more than sure that, before the night was through, they would end up in bed together. His continued words and that growl helped to add to the desire washing through her and she felt things low in her body clench, fighting to keep it from showing on her face and knowing that more than likely it showed in her eyes. ”I have every intention of letting you have your taste of me before the night is through, Ramone.”

She had moved away from him but felt the smile move across her lips as she heard him move over toward her. She smiled up at him as he offered her his arm, slipping her arm through his and feeling the electricity sizzle between them. They had barely walked five feet when the urge to touch him became too much for her and she stopped. Moving in front of him, she gently grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to her, finding his lips with her own and slipping her arms around his neck. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach, wrapping them around his waist, feeling the body under his clothes before pulling back and looking at him. ”The game was getting tiresome.” She gave him a wicked smile as she said it, running her tongue along her upper lip to get all of his taste.

[ramonewolf]

Ramone knew that many people had phobias about spiders, snakes, and pretty much any creepy crawlies, he just wasn't used to finding someone who had a fear based persona having such fears themselves. Especially when the vampire he was thinking of was clearly a Master so had to have been undead for a long time. Funny how things worked at times. When she commented on Sabin, he had to laugh, “Indeed he is, and a rather nasty one at that. Though he is not a bad guy in and of himself.” Ramone had no dislike for Sabin, quite the opposite in fact. If he was friends with and in Hiero's confidence then he was by all intents and purposes someone that Ramone wanted at his back. They hadn't exactly hit it off when Ramone was first in Chicago, but he was hoping that they could work out their difference this time around, since they were both now leaders of clans within the city. “I shall do my best to keep you from having to meet Sabin if that is your wish.”

Ramone was doing nothing to hide his desire from her, he wanted her to know how he was reacting to her, and he could tell by her smell that the reaction was mutual. She too was feeling what was happening between them, and he liked that even better. He was sure she didn't understand his attraction, it was after all rare for someone to be able to stand her fear aura for even short periods, and there he stood, basically basking in it. He liked how she bit her lip when she was thinking hard, and he knew that she was, his comments from a moment ago were enough to guarantee that. “Trust me it's a good thing you met me, and as for naughty, that I can promise you.” He grinned down at her, his dimples making an appearance. “Well, how can I never know what you wish of me if you don't tell me?” Point one for his side, volley over the net to the opposing team. He hoped he was clever enough to hold her attention beyond just a roll in the sack because she certainly had managed to gain his. She was an enigma, something to be explored at length, and in detail. Something he was relishing within the confines of his head.

He had cast the line, set the hook, and was hopefully reeling her in with his words about eating the mad king. He knew he had her when she laughed, “I promise I am juicy and tender.” Again he wiggled his eyebrows in that suggestive manner that let her know he was talking out of both sides of his head at the same time. Or in this case, talking with both his heads at the same time. Ramone was a born flirt, it was one of those talents he had just been born with he supposed and had just gotten better at it as time went on. Everyone had to be good at something, right? He was good at wooing the ladies. Ramone knew that women were most generally attracted to him, something about his size, his ability to have a good comeback, and well, the dimples didn't hurt either. He was glad she seemed to be enjoying his company, that meant she might be more inclined to spend more time with him.

Ramone mentally shook his head at the way his beast just rolled over and offered itself up like a lamb to the slaughter at her call. But he could understand the want to do so, he himself as a human wanted to do much the same thing. Her pull was powerful, his resistance was just as much, but that didn't stop him from wanting to give in. He liked being in control, but there were times when he didn't mind handing over the reigns to a beautiful woman. Watching her bite at her lip caused his gut to wrench in response. He could envision her biting at him, and that thought made his skin tingle in places that he didn't to discuss right then. She was looking forward to it, yes! Oh he was definitely going to enjoy that particular moment in time. Of that he was positive. When she shivered he smiled, oh he was definitely getting under her skin, and he knew her thoughts were running in tangent with his so that before the night was through he would get to taste that creamy skin, and feel her under him. Her words only confirmed his thoughts. “And I am positive you taste as good as you look. I can't wait to find out.”

He didn't waste time when she moved, he wasn't about to let her get away. Though he was sure that wasn't the intention. As soon as she slipped her arm in his he felt that sizzle between them, and he had to control himself to keep from taking her right there on the path in the middle of the park. They had barely moved when she stopped turned and planted a lip lock on him. One that he was more than happy to receive. When her arms went around his neck, his found her waist and he was happy to note that he had been right on his first assumption. She fit perfectly in his hands. Everywhere her hands touched he felt as if he was shocked by a cattle prod, maybe not a pleasant experience for some, but for him right then, it was almost enough to send him over the edge. “The game is just getting started, darlin'. It's only just begun.” Then he reiterated that thought with another long kiss, one that had him gasping for breath when he finally came up for air again.