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[Jac Roberst]

There was silence.

Complete, Silence.

Not ever a bird, not even the crunch of autum leaves.
Not even a sound from the lake that Jac was walking in.

This was the silence that sliced through even nerve ending the one that no amount of passion and hope could tune out. This was the silence that burned.

What was happenening? Jac bent down slowly, her hand stratching towards a pebble, from the corner of her eye she saw a bird's mouth moving and then it taking off.

Still, silence. Just aching silence, so loud it almost broke her eardrum.

Jac stood up, stroking the smooth rock with her thumb. She looked up at the sky for the guidence that had long ago shunned her. Her brows knitted and her heart rate doubled.

Jac took a sharp intake of breath and already knowing what was going to happen, Jac dropped it in the pond.

The water rippled. It splashed, the water came up in glorious beads, but it never spoke. Silence that wouldn't go away.

Jac stepped back from the stream, stumbling over a rock and falling in. The water exploded, but no noise, they should be singing to her right now. Jac stumbled up, slapping the water, trying to grab it. Choking it, making it talk.

It was panic, pure panic.

Jac screamed, she needed the noise, she needed it.

No, it was silent. She screamed again. Her throat was sore, and dry but still..no sound.

Jac eyes jumped open, wide in terror. She was awkwardly crumpled up under a tree, embraced with a body that had gone cold and fridgid. Her brows knitted, she pushed the white corpse away from her.But she heard the crunch of leaves as the corpse hit and it sent chills of relief through her.

Just a dream. She thought, wiping some dried blood of her mouth. Just a dream. She stood up, her hearing pefected by the delicous blood. She heard everything. Placing her hands on the tree she heard the sound of her fingers travelling along the bark. Each footstep brung another delightful package of sound. There was one problem, dreams with Jac where never just dreams.

Jac pulled the hair out of her face and bent down beside the body. She had no memory how it got there, or even how she got there. You may be surprised but she had long ago lost interest in her frequent memory lost. She woke up on the top of a 63 story building, milimetres away from falling and she never questioned how or why she was there. It always happened. She'd blank out, and wake up to find an array of new things.

Really, she didn't mind loosing sometimes whole months of her life in one go, travelling impossible distantses without even knowing it. What did bother her was the dreams. Those dreams that wouldn't leave her alone.

Bending over the body, Jac stroked the face. It certainly wasn't her type of prey normally. He was weedy, a pale (Well, your pale anyway when you die, but Jac could tell he was Pale even alive), and he had glasses, greasy hair. It was rather disgusting to be honest, to know you had that things blood in you. She kicked the body, so that it rolled onto the front.

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

Vorena walked, no she stalked through the forest, muttering angrily under her breath. How dare they? Kella had left her in charge for the night, the one god damned night that she'd been allowed to feed in a while, and they'd bloody well gone and picked a fight with some random werewolf. The feud between the two had been pretty peaceful in the last couple of weeks, and some stupid ass of a blood-sucking fiend had to go and fuck it all up, and quite royally too. She was still livid, and had come to the neutral forest to either kill someone, or just sit down and attempt to calm her frazzled nerves with the tranquility and peace of the world around her. She slid down a nearby tree trunk, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes, pressing in until white stars danced behind closed eyelids. With her eyes still closed, her shaking hands withdrew a cigarette of the French brand. Quite why she'd developed a fascination with this particular brand was beyond her; any cigarette was good enough for her. Still, regardless of her rushing thoughts, she brought one to her lips, lighting a match against the rough tree-trunk and bringing it back to her cigarette, perched precariously in the corner of her plump lips.

What precisely was in the cigarette, she didn't know...but it was doing everything right. All the madness seemed to seep away from her, like some giant hourglass with a puncture...the sand was slithering out of her, soothing her nerves. She was just relaxing, feeling her body exhale its stress away when a loud and what Vorena classed as unnecessary scream pierced the air. She was immediately on her feet, intending to go rip this sucker's head off and spit down their neck; Satan knew she had enough pent up fury at being cooped up all this time building within her. Like the ocean's unpredictable current she ebbed and flowed, ebbed and flowed, until finally, one killer tsunami of emotions burst and drowned everyone in the close vacinity.

However, when she reached the tree that she had pin-pointed to be the source of the disturbance in her peaceful mind-cavity, she watched with mild amusement as the girl toed the body and then rolled it over. With that incredibly stealth and general speed that vampire's possess, one minute she was standing at the opposite side of the glade, the next she had swooped silently, reappearing directly next to little blondilocks, and looking at her with an amused and undeniably predator-like gleam in her eyes. "That's not very nice. First you kill the poor fucker and now you're roughing him around. Show some respect for the dead, goldylocks." She inhaled on her cigarette calmly, despite the fact she could very well have frightened the living daylights out of the girl. Neutral this forest may have been, safe it was definitely not. Nothing was safe in this world, when you were a Parisian, all you knew was fear; it was part of your everyday lives.

Her tone had not been aggressive, but it did not rule out the possibility of a fight, be it a mind or body battle. Oh yes, she was extremely adept with mind-fucking people, it was a rare skill of hers. Combine her brains with her beauty and bam! The perfect recipe for disaster. A beautiful disaster. She didn't worry that she could take the girl in combat. She was trained, of course, and adept with the daggers she carried with her. Something about her suggested authority, and she wondered if the girl would push it. A lot of these 'freelance' vampires were fiesty little fire-crackers that Vorena liked to wind up, and then leave. It was always better that way; more fulfilling to walk away and look back to find their face contorted with various emotions - lust, anger, confusion and curiosity.

[Jac Roberst]

Jac looked up at the girl and scowled. Her eyes suddenly flashing from dark, earth brown to a light, icy blue. She looked rather vicous, her eyes staring at her with a harsh intenstity. "I didn't kill him and my hairs not gold, it's white." She corrected, her eyes travelling to the cigerette, it was disgusting, really. Who'd want to be stuck with fag scum in thier system for a few hundred years.

Her top lip pulled up slightly in disgust as she eyed the girl. What did she honestly think she was doing talking down to her like that? Did she know who she was?! Obviously not. She thought, shaking her head in mild disbelief at this girl and her out right disresept towards her, somthing which she rarely got but punished severely. Too severly for most. She smirked to herself, thinking about only hours before she'd ripped that guys throat out, keeping him alive only to get him back for whistling at her. Ah, good times.

She stood up and was still shorter than this new vampire. She was shorter than most. Small and compact and she loved it. She looked at the girl again. Nothing special. A brunette? Sudective? Ch'yea sure.. what happened to scary just got sexy.. she's all scare.. Jacs eyes searched her body. "Tut tut.." She said, her hand resting on her chin. Her eyes rested on the girls hair, then eyes, then lips, then neck. That was the her best feature by far. Long and elegent. Jac lipped her lips, there was two ways she could play this, and both depended on her next move. Was it to be black widow? Or white swan?

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

The scowl had some effect on the girl's pretty face, but did not make her ugly nor more attractive, merely more striking. She noted that the iris colour turned from a rich brown to icy blue, as if warning Vorena of her icy demeanor. She much preferred darker eyes to blue, and she thought it considerably less predictable to the classic combination of blue eyes and blonde hair. Predictable...said that annoying voice in her head, and she forced herself not to focus on the girl's looks, but her stance. The way a person held themselves could tell you a lot about them; the way they saw themselves, for example. If one drew yourself up to proud new heights, and carried yourself with ambiance and grace, you generally screamed 'respect me', however, if you draped yourself leisurely and slumped all the time, how were you ever to be taken seriously? She had always been brought up to believe that the way you carried yourself was extremely important in the image you projected, which was why she herself walked with an air of determination and seduction. It was in her nature to be cunning, and played across every hollow of her face...along with her madness. She didn't need a walk to tell you that much!

"I didn't kill him and my hairs not gold, it's white." She didn't kill him? No, she just happened to become entwined with someone else's dead body did she? Right... Perhaps this blue-eyed little wonder was going to be more interesting than her appearance suggested. Who the hell did this young buck think she was, regarding her as if she were scum on the bottom of her shoe? The Meutrier Coven ran these parts, and she doubted the girl would be so quick to defend herself if she knew who Vorena answered to. Kella's name was genuinely quite widespread. As a freelancer, V wondered how this doll hadn't crossed her yet. She was going the right way for a sharp slap around the ear...cheeky wench. She raised an eyebrow skeptically, regarding her new little toy as if she were a snack she was quit eager to devour. "Didn't kill him, eh, sweetie?" She traced the girl's face with a finger, after stubbing her cigarette out on a nearby tree, she traced the girl's lips, almost daring her to bite at her finger; just so she could show her what she could do; in fact, she was not entirely sure what she would do. This little 'un seemed entirely too hungry for blood. Vorena wiped at some blood still crusted at the girl's mouth with a finger, bringing it to her lips and suckling, almost feeling the colours of her irises change to almost jet-black, framed by a crimson ring of fire.

"Perhaps you're going to be more interesting than I thought?" V dropped her hands from the girls face and walked around her in a circle, laughing as the girl swept her icy gaze over her body. She would not shy away; for she had nothing to be ashamed of. Why should she simper at this girl's feet, just because she evidently thought she was something special? When she tutted at her, V stepped closer to her once again, trapping her chin in her hands and pulling her face closer to her own, she moved her head so her neck was tantalizingly close to the girl's mouth, and then moved once more, curling a lock of the flaxen hair around her finger and licking her own lips, slowly and deliberately. She was no longer doing this to intimidate the girl, but because it was a natural reflex for her after so long doing it.

"Does something displease you? Not to your liking...perhaps?" She regarded the body at their feet, and scowled. He was a weedy man, nothing of him, if she was honest, all sinewy limbs and pasty features. Vorena liked a good strong man, with a broad, muscles build. Someone who looked like they could dominate her; or at least try. "Not quite your type...I see, pity really..." She pouted her bottom lip out, and then her lips curved up into a smile. It was not genuine, but it lacked the heat that challenged the other girl. She was just playing with her; lust for blood and other things on her mind as she played her little game with the new-comer.

[Jac Roberst]

Jac watched how the girl acted, or tried to act. Jac had been on top for so long it felt strange for someone to challenge her, and yet it was fun. Something to do. "Not quite your type..." She caught the girl looking at the body and jack smirked, kicking it's head and releasing a fresh burst of deat stench. "Like I said." She smiled leaning into her, grabbing her shirt and using it to pull her over. "I didn't kill him." She had to stand on tip toes and put one arm around her neck to get to her level but that didn't make her any less daunting. She whispered it in her ear, chewing it painfully before pulling back.

"Yesh, something does 'displease' me." She sighed, doing the bunny ears around displaease, she hated that word it was so.. old? "The fact that your well.. not as pretty as my other play mates." She said with a little sigh, her hand stroking the vampires lock. "And your hair.. it's such a dull colour, I don't mind brunettes.. but this?" She held it up to the light.

She dropped the hair and leaned into her again. To be honest neither black or white seemed to fit, so she'd just play it her way for now. She leaned in further than before, their lips mm away from touching, she whispered into them. "It's so human." She said, her liped curled upwards to reveal half fangs, her eyes glowed dangerously.

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

The stench of death lay heavy on the air, not wilting, but blossoming between them, as if they radiated it. It was not, of course, them smelling, but the radically decomposed body between them. To any relatively normal person, the smell would have disgusted them, but Vorena had grown so used to the dusky, potently disgusting stench that it was not all that alien to her anymore. Dead bodies and rotting carcasses often littered the corridors of the catacombs, and it made them a scarily daunting place; death hanging in the air, the skulls that made up the walls inhaling the weird but arousing smell of the ability to degrade someone in the ultimate form. To take their own life. Especially when they attempted to put up a fight, and usually lost. It was not a pretty scene when a vampire had to fight for their prey; especially when the prey in question happened to be a vampire to. Bloody tearing, mangling and general loss of body parts made up your classic vampire on vampire fight. It was amusing to think of, and Vorena smiled slightly.

"I didn't kill him." And she felt herself being lifted slightly over the body. She weighed a couple more pounds than this whippersnapper did, and unbeknown to V, she had subconsciously lifted herself, though why she had no idea. When she attempted to chew off her ear...admittedly quite painfully, she refused to show pain, instead bringing her hand up to slap the girl soundly across the face. No-one touched her like that. It was not egging the other girl on for a fight, it was just reminding her of her place. Whoever this girl thought she was was someone who commanded a lot of respect, but she obviously was not all that widely known, for V had never heard of her. Her voice was cool and calm, however when she summoned the powers of her voice-box to say;

"Listen girl, I don't know who I'm supposed to think you are, but someone's getting a little too big for their boots. If you're so tough, how come you're apparently drinking off someone else's prey. Are you weak?" Vorena said, and she actually laughed, cruelly and slightly eerily against the sombre silence of the wood around them. She had a feeling the other slightly crazed female would appreciate the way her laughter cut through the silence."The fact that your well.. not as pretty as my other play mates. And your hair.. it's such a dull colour, I don't mind brunettes.. but this?" V raised her eyebrow again, purlease, was that meant to offend her? All she could come up with was insults regarding her appearance. EH-EH, wrong answer. And completely wrong way to go about it. Vorena laughed again and shook her head.

"I'm almost disappointed in you. I expected better." And with that she stepped towards the girl, actually stepping on the body as she moved closer, slamming Jac into the tree directly behind her, and placing her hands either side of the girl's head. When the girl revealed her sharp teeth, V ran her tongue over them, almost threateningly. She'd seen bigger. (OOC: Ooh er matron) If the other girl thought V to be threatened right now, she was horribly mistaken. A) because the girl had no fear, which just excited her and B ) because V clearly had the height and weight advantage. She was not fat, but this other girl was extremely tiny, compared to normal proportions. "It's so human."

Vorena laughed again, forcing herself not to close her eyes; she needed both eyes on this little firecracker. "Contrary to prior belief, and though some of us do seem to believe we are...Gods..." She wrinkled her nose and regarded her pointedly, gaze sweeping over her body. "There's this fabulous theory called evolution. We came from humans. If I'm a human, then what are you, a fucking fairy?" It was make or break time. She could stand up to her joke, take her wording choice upon herself and admit that she had made a slip-up, or generally decide to dislike V from that point forwards. Either way, none of them seemed to be bothered about the close proximity or generally high sexual and charged this situation had turned out to be. From 0-insane and horny in sixty seconds flat.

[Jac Roberst]

"drinking off someone else's prey. Are you weak?" Jac laughed out loud, her voice never quite human. Her laugh downed to a smirk, if only she knew how picky she really was. "Drinking off someones pray? Ha.. unlike some I do have standards you know.." She raised her eyebrow at this girl. ".It's a long story, I don't think you'd understand.

Jac felt herself to be slammed against the tree, it surprised her a little, she hadn't had real fun like this for a long time. She let out a long trickling life, and where as the vampires hands went to her head, Jac placed her hands on her waist pulling the female closer. Jac felt her tounge on her own teeth and it tickled, she extended her teeth just a little further, the razor sharp edges catching on the vampires tounge. Her teeth however where not yet full extended.

"Contrary to prior belief, and though some of us do seem to believe we are...Gods...There's this fabulous theory called evolution. We came from humans. If I'm a human, then what are you, a fucking fairy?" Jac laughed and shook her head like a little child that had just been asked if they wanted a cookie. "Not a fairy.. not a human.." She grinned, her eyes reflecting off invisable. After all, when you where born middle aged in a lab was that human? She had no idea what was inside her, only the fact that she had the same habits as a vampire. Lots of things that happened to her didn't happen to others.. her eyes for once, then she could stay in the sun longer.. and the dreams.. oh god, the dreams.. Jac closed her eyes for a moment, remebering the one she'd had only moments before.

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

The other girl was laughing at her, and though there was still a fair amount of tension in the clearing, not all of it was angry now. Yes there was a faint annoyance to the way the girl went on to say "Drinking off someones pray? Ha.. unlike some I do have standards you know..", but that could have been her insistence to wind her up about the fact she could have just sucked off someone else's bounty. Vorena didn't like people like that, who took credit for other people's work. She knew of rogue vampires who actually killed the vampire who was the original hunter of their meal, and then ate them as well. Respect was extremely thin on the ground out here, and she was actually surprised this girl hadn't tried to kill her yet. Yes, she'd chewed on her ear a little...which had prompted V to contemplate whether this kid was a werewolf, but then she'd shown her fangs. ".It's a long story, I don't think you'd understand."

Vorena shrugged. Although not perhaps scarily intelligent as some professed to be, she did have enough brains to understand what this girl was prepared to throw at her. Furthermore, she had the skill to appear not at all surprised, no matter how off the wall the information distributed may be. People who showed surprise were weaklings...which was why she randomly appeared at select moments, especially with new people; just to see if she could scare them. If they jumped, then they weren't worth her time nor effort. It took a strong person not to be scared of V, because when all was said and done, she was a bit of a crazy whore. Still, she could hold her own, and crossing her wasn't generally a good idea. She didn't want to hurt the girl...just have a little fun with her. Likely they'd never meet again anyway; it was a big world, was the city of Paris. "No, you're right. I'm afraid I don't understand, you've got the blood, the body...but no admittance? Pretty weird. Care to explain?"

Vorena didn't like being confused about things, which was mainly why she kept on top of her game, finding out about random things that she thought may benefit her in the long run. She couldn't judge how this girl was planning to play it, and so finding out a little more as to why she wouldn't admit to killing the man at their feet should be...interesting. Or disturbing; possibly both. Vorena normally found things that were disturbing either interesting or a turn-on, and she couldn't help thinking that maybe herself and the blonde weren't all that dissimilar in that field. She had that air to her...Her teeth, V noted, were not sharp at the moment, perhaps not fully extended? Still they pricked her tongue, ripping the skin slightly and ran her now bloodied tongue over her lips, staining them and identifiable crimson. She was successfully pressed up against the other vampire...or whatever she was now, and she placed her hands on the girls shoulders, who didn't seem so defensive now, at least.

"Not a fairy.. not a human.." she continued to say and V shrugged. Who was she to judge levels of weirdness? The girl closed her eyes, and she thought it a distinctly stupid move, considering V could have done whatever the hell she pleased in that short space of time, including slitting the other girl's throat. Good job she hadn't, really. She put her mouth to the girl's ear and bit at the ear lobe. "Not a good move, sugar. I didn't think I was that ugly, but you know...whatever floats your boat." She was smiling against the other woman's neck, resisting the urge to bite it, even lightly. It was hard, when the soft, supple skin of the slender column of neck was all she had ever known; like some macabre dinner plate.

[Jac Roberst]

"No, you're right. I'm afraid I don't understand, you've got the blood, the body...but no admittance? Pretty weird. Care to explain? Not a good move, sugar. I didn't think I was that ugly, but you know...whatever floats your boat." Jac sighed and looked at her for a moment, her icy eyes flickering open. "I'll explain, when I know myself" She admitteded with a small shrug, pulling the female slower, the thumbs now hooked on the end of this new vampires pants. "We haven't even introduced eachother properly". Jac said, aroused by the sweet scent of the vampires blood in her mouth.

She leaned up kissing the vampire, just so that she could taste the blood in her mouth. That bitter sweet metalic taste still gave her goosebumps. "I'm Jac." She said with a small smirk as she pulled back. "Some people call me the black widow.." She kissed the vampire again, her tounge searching for every drop of blood it could find in there. "..Three guesses as to why." She whispered in her ear.

This vampire, it was wierd. She reminded Jac eerily of herself. She was doing what Jac would do to her pray, and it worried her slightly- not that she showed it. Her face remained bright but dark, scary but oh so sexy. She licked her own lips, remains of the humans blood mixing with that of the vampires. Jac ran two fingers along the vampires neck, feeling a faint pulse. God, she was turned on. She was so tempted just to rip that beautiful, slender throat right out, she actually had to bite her lip to stop herself.

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

The girl took a moment or two to answer, as if fully comprehending the implications of her question. Vorena was not attempting to pry into the girl's private life - Lord knew how much she hated it when someone did that to her - but at the same time, she didn't feel particularly safe being completely in the dark about her...condition. She had yet to know the girl's name, even, and yet here she was, pressing her up against the tree trunk and generally enjoying the challenge she posed. For someone of such a small stance, the blonde echoed ferocity, and V had no doubt that she could quite happily rip your throat out after telling you she loved you. It wasn't a bad thing, and certainly not uncommon amongst vampires. She wasn't sure whether the girl even was a vampire...just she seemed to have a craving for the blood and the fangs to see her through the process of extracting it from someone (Or indeed her own) else's body. She racked her brains, thinking of the possible species names, but the only other people she had ever come across who required blood to be happy, and violence to thrive were her friends; and the majority of them were nocturnal, eternal blood-fiends. "I'll explain, when I know myself" V thought it horrible that she didn't know what she was. She always liked to be completely sure about things, and the unknown was scary to her.

"Vampire?" She asked, thinking the likely answer would be the younger girl telling her she didn't know. She kept calling her that within her head: the younger girl. In actual fact she had no idea how old the other girl was, just that she appeared to be around nineteen. Vorena smiled a little as she seemed to tug at the restricting layers of clothing. As Jac had previously thought that Vorena reminded her of herself, V also saw similar character qualities in the fair girl. Not holding back at all was something V was familiar with. She didn't see why she had to limit herself when everyone else in this god damned world was intent on violating each and every other person, fucking them over until some of them weren't even sure whether they were coming or going. One thing she would never let herself get was confused; to be confused was a major disadvantage, so she made sure she knew exactly where she stood before attempting to get into a relationship. Not that she was in many, oh no, and if she ever was she wasn't faithful. It wasn't that commitment scared her...just, she didn't like it.

"We haven't even introduced each other properly" The girl said, and Vorena thought that didn't seem to be a particular problem for me, as she leaned up to kiss her. Vorena met her kisses with soft, pliant lips, seeing no reason as of yet to reject her kisses. "That would be because, sweetheart, you were quite happy to rip my throat out two minutes ago...and I'd say you still are." Vorena wasn't fooled by this little act of lust...yes, perhaps they were now forming some sort of uneasy alliance, but their primary instinct told them to protect themselves. V just hoped that she didn't want to play dirty...this was actually quite...nice, in a perverted sort of way."I'm Jac. Some people call me the black widow.." Jac pulled back briefly to say the last couple of sentences but then went back to kissing her with unfettered sensuality. Rena slipped her tongue over the other woman's, smiling into the kiss at how quickly the situation had changed. She bit down on Jac's lip, merely because it was there and she could, and also to alert her that she was stopping the kiss to speak."I would be Vorena. Some people call me the bitch." This time, when she smiled, it was not one of jeering or mockery, just a generally amused smile. She had no 'title', as such, but she was pretty horrid when she wanted to be.

"..Three guesses as to why." The woman added, and V slipped her hands onto the other woman's waist, stroking her skin through the fabric of her shirt. When Jac brought her one hand up to trace the pulse point at her neck, V wrapped her slender fingers around the tiny wrist, placing the woman's hand instead on her collarbone. She knew how two different types of lust could change, a turn of the tables. The girl seemed to chastise herself, as she bit down on her older lip and Vorena laughed for the second time that night, the sound undeniably throatier now she was genuinely tickled by something. "Enlighten me..." She said, stroking her hands up until they rested directly underneath her breasts. "...One, as to why you are called The Black Widow, and two, as to why you are looking at me as if you'd rather like to eat me." She cocked her eyebrow in mild curiosity. She left her right hand in it's provocative position, but lifted her left to press her fingertips against the girl's lips once more. "It's hard, isn't it sweetie? The blood, does it get to you. What was the screaming about?"

V asked, referring to the sound that had pierced the otherwise calm night and roused her from her semi-conscious but angered state. It was also the sound that had alerted her to her whereabouts. Before she left, she would warn the other woman of revealing herself prematurely. Now, these weren't remarkably dangerous feeding days, but anyone could be lurking in the shadows. She was a woman, and as much as V hated to admit it, a man may just be able to take her down...he'd have to be strong, and determined...but it might just happen. Vorena had had to give into a male before now...when it came down to it, some of them (Notably the girl in front of her), just weren't built to handle male versions of combat.

[Jac Roberst]

Some words, as simple and as clear as Vampire could utterly bemuse Jac to the point of suicide. For her first 50 odd years she had searched franitically for answers that had long ago dissapeared like chocolate placed in front of a starving child. Jac shook her head. Vampire? Not in disagreement but in the fact that she wasn't sure, but she said nothing- happy to end the subject there. She'd stop searching a while ago, so why should this new vampire continue on?

"That would be because, sweetheart, you were quite happy to rip my throat out two minutes ago...and I'd say you still are." Jac smiled into her kisses, at least this one wasn't clueless. "I would be Vorena. Some people call me the bitch." Bitch or Vorena? She weighed both names out and niether honestly seemed to fut her. Jac had an extreme obsession with names. Maybe not obsession, it was more of a tender respect. If she liked someone she sometimes found it hard to use thier names. After all, your name is your own and you make it your own and it makes who you are. Jac herself was named after a bank, her first robbery but the fact that you couldn't even imagine her being called Lilly or Natasha only proved her point even more. Your name was important and for the first time in as long as Jac could remeber, this girls name didn't seem to fit her. Jac's brows knitted ever-so-slightly. "Hm, well I'm going to call you.." She searched for a name, gently kissing her soft lips. "Verlangen, it's dutch for lust." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath of her essence. "Hm.. better yet I'll call you V."

Jac felt her soft touch on her skin and it warmed her with a fresh wave of lust and suddenly Jac wanted nothing more to get this girls clothes off. She grinned lustfully, chewing the cormer of her own lips before lilcking Vs. "Enlighten me...One, as to why you are called The Black Widow, and two, as to why you are looking at me as if you'd rather like to eat me." Jac pulled back, her eyes burning with the pride with she had earned herself. "The title was given to me by a great vampire, long dead by now. Best fuck I've had I must say." She coughed slightly, clearing her throat. "The black widow spider or Latrodectus as it's sometimes called, is infamous for it's neurotoxic venom." She said, and although it sounded straight out of a text book jack made it sound sexy and seductived. She pulled out a tiny black vial from the waistband of her skirt and wiggled it slightly. She didn't have any 'strength' but she was still an excellent assasin. "They also preform sexual cannabalism, eating them after they've mated." She said, lustfuly pulling V closer.

"It's hard, isn't it sweetie? The blood, does it get to you. What was the screaming about?" Jac grinned at the girl, her teeth showing. "My you are full of questions.. cute, like a little kid.. well I'de be careful, 'cause not all the answers your going to get from me are going to be as pretty as the previous ones."

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

She shook her head when V indicated that she was a vampire. Not a vampire? Strange. She possessed the same characteristics as a vampire. The girl obviously lusted after the blood, considering she had practically attempted to suck Vorena's tongue out of her head when she had ripped her tongue a little. The flesh from which the skin had been pulled was throbbing a little now, V could feel the blood singing through the veins and arteries beneath the pink muscle, surging forth as if called forward by Jac. She was like a siren when it came to blood. Traitorous blood cells, they were rushing towards the puncture wounds in her tongue to greet the very woman who'd made them. She resisted the urge to pout, because really, although sexy, it would be incredibly pointless. She would, in effect, be pouting at herself. So far, the little lady in front of her was probably weirded out by her enough, she didn't need to give her the impression (no matter how correct), that she was insane. She wasn't, of course, but she could appear so sometimes.

The girl took some time processing her name, but for what? Vorena usually didn't ask peoples' names. Take them or leave them, she said. What was a name? Usually her calls within the coven went by the by of 'oi!' or something equally as classy. She never claimed to be high class. Anything goes, right? Still, she wondered why the final issuing of her name (It had taken them long enough), had caused such a thinking process in the girl. Vorena had always liked her name, but did she have to take so long contemplating whether it suited her or not. That must be what she was doing, right, seeing if it suited her? Sometimes, V did think that someone looked like a '____' insert name here, but she believed that people grew into their names, hence the fact nick names were so popular amongst young children. It was taking some characteristics that reminded other people of you, and applying a name to it. Originality and individuality on high.

"Hm, well I'm going to call you..Verlangen, it's dutch for lust. Hm.. better yet I'll call you V." Lust. Oh well, you could definitely say she was sussing V out from an early stage, couldn't you. Lusty brunette. And fiesty too. Her mother had often commented that the Latin blood in her, couped with her father's Romanian heritage, had propelled her further in life. The Romans had been fighters, V knew this, and it had made them one of the first civilized (if you could call it that, V thought more barbaric, but each to their own...) nations on the Earth, successfully conquering nations and continents, often out dreaming/planning themselves. Strategy, however, was not one of Vorena's strong points, and she tended to be quite rushed with her actions, especially when panicked or pushed. She needed time. Verlangen? Geez, what a name. She pitied any child called that since birth. Oh well, at least V was a cute abreviation, and it would mean she would be recognised should Jac ever decide to talk to Kella about her. V was something they could relate too, within the coven.

"The title was given to me by a great vampire, long dead by now. Best fuck I've had I must say. The black widow spider or Latrodectus as it's sometimes called, is infamous for it's neurotoxic venom." She said, and Vorena arched an eyebrow at her. Where did they teach her that, summer school? Okay, this needed to stop, V was pretty much having full blown conversations with herself about this girl in her own head. Perhaps she really was mad. People didn't think her completely off her rocker, it was just, once she got going, she found it pretty hard to stop. There was no grey, for V, only black and white. No inbetween 'safe' point. Lucky guys that got into a fight with her really didn't anticipate the stamina she'd built up, the drive. Perhaps she did need to thank her mother and father for insisting she went to those pompous ballroom and latin dance classes - even if she had hated being paraded around by a man. The tango had been interesting - a defiant V takes to the floor, successfully dominating her male partner. Poor John, left him scarred for life, that did. "Jesus, you should come with subtitles."

"They also preform sexual cannabalism, eating them after they've mated." She said, and as it seemed to be a reflex action, pulled her closer to her. She was practically moulding the other woman now, hip to hip, breast to breast, and she was silently wondering just how turned on this girl was. "Should I be running now?" Silly question really. If she told her too, V probably wouldn't. She was a little weird like that - stubborn and always had to have the last word. Since a child, she'd been independent too, and it was sort of a shock for her when she gave herself over to a coven. Perhaps a last resort, a desperation. Vorena was sick of being alone. So she'd held her head high and waltzed into that coven like she owned the place. It had worked...so far.

"My you are full of questions.. cute, like a little kid.. well I'de be careful, 'cause not all the answers your going to get from me are going to be as pretty as the previous ones." She said, and Vorena shrugged. Pretty? Pah. Who needed history, who needed to know the other person, even. Odds were you may not see them again, so where was shame? EVICTED. Fuck the world. That seemed to be V's motto (And personal goal ) lately. She put her hand beneath Jac's chin and drew her lips back to hers, biting roughly on her bottom lip. "Pretty is overrated. Everyone has secrets, right?" Yes. Secrets. V wasn't exactly sure she felt like sharing the fact she may as well have killed her own sister off. Poor Gaia. Weakling, another voice said in her head at almost the same time. She had not embraced who she was...not lived up the challenge. V almost despised her for taking her own life; she must have had a lot of balls.

[Jac Roberst]

Jac had a strange feeling that V was only saying half of what she was thinking. Whys that? Maybe she was scared of saying it out loud, scared of what Jad'ld do to her. Jac eyed the vampire again, chewing on her lip. She didn't look scared, and she didn't particually semm like the kind of vampire that got scared of the puny little blond, dumb bitch. "Jesus, you should come with subtitles." Jac grinned again, flashing her impssibly white teeth that had been sucked clean of blood. The blond the mock pouted. "Aw, Baby V can't keep up?"

It was strange how quickly her moods came, quick like the tide. One minute she'll be lusty, then kind, then wrathfal, the kind, then just plain out bitchy. To be honest, most of her moods just merged together in the end. Wrath? SHe rarely used that mood however, clouded judgement, made you loose all rationality. Wrath killed, but with her cunning she could kill all those who tried to inflict wrath upon her.

"Should I be running now?" Jac's long, eery laugh trickled throughout the wood, much like waterfall behind them. Ah, the waterfall- Jac had almost forgotten about that feature. The way it roared grandly, pounding down tonnes of water continously. The very sound- well it soothed her, such contrast to her earlier dream.

"Well, V.." She began, running her hand up from Vs mid thigh to the swell of her breast before stopping. "It's your turn" She smiled, running her tounge along her own lips before kissing Vs. "Do you have parents?"

[Vorena Ariadne Delphinus]

The girls comment on 'Baby V', annoyed her. Being patronised was not one of her favourite pas times, and this girl didn't seem to be likely to apologise - merely because she seemed to be used to getting her own way. It made sense really, if she was free lance. A rogue trader. The wild card. Vorena wasn't entirely sure whether she'd want to be on her own. That was what she had been forced to be for most of her life. It had been nice, when she'd gone to the Burlesque Hall, to feel like she had belonged for a long time in a while. It was her own small sort of...family, if you like. Of course, she had family, but it wasn't as if they did a great deal in an attempt to stay in touch with her, in fact, it had been them who had forced her into her previous job occupation, prostitution with slightly more comfort and glamorous surroundings. The events around and leading up to her sister's death really all came down to being V's fault, but the day she admitted that, was the day when she was completely at ease with herself. As far as she knew, that day was a long way off. Oh yeah, she played the 'self-confident' card very well, and you could suppose it was her image that she was most at ease with. As for her guilt, that nagging gnawing...feeling, inside of her, that remained to be identified and confronted. Confronting your demons was difficult; when your demon was something that had caused your own sister to commit suicide, it made it a damned sight harder.

The waterfall's noise was loud in the distance, and V turned her head to look at it. Water was strange, it was mystical, and the fall seemed to sparkle with something other than the light reflecting and refracting in a mystical mirage off the surface of the water, with a sort of...magic. It was nice, captivating. V wasn't attempting to ignore the woman, just appreciating what she saw, for she clearly held a certain soft spot for it - the waterfall that was. She'd been in this clearing plenty of times before, and it was nice to swim in the pools beneath the waterfall sometimes. She grinned wickedly, thinking it was warm enough tonight. It was exceedingly naughty...but that was what made it fun. She turned back to the girl, cocked her head to the side and said, "Ever skinny-dipped, my lovely?"

"It's your turn. Do you have parents?" V was always cautious when it came to discussing her family. It was an ineffable part of her that she generally liked to hide away from the rest of the world...how they'd favoured her sister over her, and blamed her in the years after her sister's death. "I do. Ophelia and Antoinne, quite the fucking perfectionists." She said, quite surprised by the bitterness of her own words. She pulled away from the girl, kissing her soundly on the lips before doing so, and moving towards the waterfall's pools, looking back over at Jac to await her answer to the previous questions.

[Jac Roberst]

Jac was ever so tempted to press the matter on her parents. Vs bitterness aroused curiosity. But lust always wins over curiosity, and her arousing question, the sweet taste of blood on her lips as they touched hers and the general idea of getting her clothes off basically wiped her mind of all previous thoughts. A chest muscles tightened with excitement. This had happened before but not here, and not with this new playtoy.

Jac watched the way Vs hips swayed as she approached the pools. Jac was almost tingling with pure lust. Her fingers went to the cotton fabric of her own top, groping the sides before pulling it over her head revealing a lacy black bra. True, she didn't have the biggest assets to fill it but she wasn't exactly flat chested either. Her stomach was flat and toned. She looked down at herself, her eyes catching the zip style belly bar and smirking. She wasn't particually embarresed about her body, it was pretty enough.

With her skirt, bra and panties still on Jac stepped quickly to catch up with V, putting her hands on Vs hips as she stepped behind her. She rested her chin on her shoulder. "Are you going to do the rest or should I?" She whispered into her ear, kissing it gently. She was talking about her clothes obviously becuase moments after that she walked around infront of her.

Her hands slipped under Vs shift, feeling her soft skin before gripping the fabric and attempting to pull it over V's head.