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Post by Belle Morte on May 18, 2007 16:21:42 GMT -5
Pale white skin, covered only in silks and satins. Long dark hair flowed around her as she glided into the room. Every vampire in the club that was tied to Jean Claude was ultimately tied to her. She was the Sourdre De Sang, the arduer rose from her alone and spread to the other carriers, she was the head of a line of vampires. She was beautiful, as were all that she chose. Beauty was highly prized in Belle Morte's line. Eyes of both vampire and shapeshifter fell on her and traveled over her body as she moved through the room. To those without power, it would seem she did not notice, and yet she knew every set of eyes that alighted on her body. She touched them back, not with hands, but with feather light touches of lust, of the arduer. Jean Claude had not known she would be paying a visit so soon. She felt him near.
There were also wereleopards in the room. They sniffed the air, catching her scent, bathing in it. If she called to them, they would come. What better way to get a rise out of Anita, than to call her pard. Belle Morte, Beautiful Death had the power to call all large cats, and that included Anita's pard. She may be their Nimir-Ra, their leader along with her Nimir-Raj, Micah. And yet, those who carried a beast in the form of a large cat, were also Belle's to call. There were other ways, however, of reaching Anita. Though Belle wanted this time to be....special. They had never met in the flesh. Belle's duties with the Vampire Council left her little time to indulge in minor visitations. But she had touched Anita's mind, shared memories with her, carressed her powers.
She stood now, at the foot of the stage, licking her darkly painted lips. "Jean Claude, mon bien-aimé." As her words reached out for him, she called the arduer, she called that power just enough that those who carried it, and those who fed it, would feel her. All around the club, focus and attention was being directed to them.
Belle motioned in a smooth, languid movement to a woman at a nearby table. A woman who'd become an addict to the powers of vampires. She would feed them her blood, her lust, anything they asked. She had been bespelled early, and still, her hunger for the touch of the vampiric was evident in her demeanor. Belle reached out to touch the other woman, the arduer rising off of her like a wave of heat in an ice storm.
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Post by Jean Claude on May 21, 2007 21:28:31 GMT -5
Jean Claude's senses of the arduer rose in a panic as he felt her presence. What was she doing there? At this time of danger to his triumvirate and his city? He was enraged and afraid, afraid of his being captured by her arduer yet again. He whisked himself out of his office of the Guilty Pleasures and as he went, he told Jason to keep an eye out for Belle and to make sure Anita had someone with her at all times as he'd mentioned to his workers earlier. Due to the circumstances, he wasn't about to take a single damned chance, especially not if his very sire was here.
He entered the room, grateful he'd already fed the arduer and his vampiric needs, so the metaphysical powers Belle was throwing at him would be nothing at this point, especially now that he'd become a Soudre De Song, which he believed Belle knew nothing of.
How had the council allowed her to be here? He'd assumed she was caught up in punishment for her last 'greetings' with Jean Claude and Asher among others of the line. Belle Morte was the next most dangerous of the vampire clan, and the Council knew this. He would not have her disrupt his business or his plans for the peace union.
He bowed his head in respect as she his sire, and a guest of his club. The people nearby, mortal and immortal alike, were already aching to be closer to her because of her beauty. She was as beautiful as ever, and she always made sure of it. "Bonjour Madame Morte." he said, raising her hand to kiss it lightly as a sign of respect and grace.
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Post by Belle Morte on Jun 1, 2007 7:52:47 GMT -5
Belle Morte's laugh was like honey dripping down a slender vine, coating and delicious. "You surprise me Jean Claude. Surely you are not so pleased with seeing me here." Her eyes left the vampire junkie and traveled to the hand gripping her own. She wrapped her own hand over Jean Claude's, carefully, gently, but firm, pouring the arduer over his flesh. "Ah, and so it is true then. You've become more like me than I ever dreamed. Soudre de Sang." She felt Jean Claude's own arduer coarse over hers, like twin flames they danced, spiraling up and out.
"Mon ami, why do you hide such grand developments from me? Do you not think I can stop them all? Send every last one of our bloodline into a frenzy of lust and blood? Even you." Her eyes drifted shut, her grip on moving to Jean Claude's wrist, as she rubbed her fingers along the pulse seductively. Again, she licked her lips, her eyes bleeding to the color of dark honey. Her hair fell around her in waves and curls, like the darkest of nights spun into furred silk. So many in the club responded to her first spill of the arduer, it only excited her more, causing the arduer to rise and cover all those inside, each in danger of becoming enslaved to the fiery passion that Belle controlled. As she lingered in Jean Claude's mind, she stroked his arduer, coaxing it to the surface. She did the same to Anita, metaphysically speaking, flooding them with lust so complete it would take a great amount of concentration from them both, and perhaps the use of the vampire marks, to override the pleasure Belle poured over them, into them.
A sigh escaped her darkened lips, thoughts of watching Anita and Jean Claude succumb to the arduer, feeding with sex and blood were vivid, almost real. She did not release her hold on Jean Claude's wrist, stroking that pulse as if it were a living thing, trapped inside the flesh. "Why does she still fight it so, Jean Claude? Does Anita still fail to see that anger is not the answer to all of life's problems? Can't you coax her, guide her to give in to the power, give in to the arduer?" Her voice flowed like honey again, sweet and ripe.
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Post by Jean Claude on Jun 1, 2007 16:53:27 GMT -5
Jean Claude was being torn inside... with the touch of Belle on his wrists... inside he was screaming in pain. Outside, his face held motionless as it did when Anita tried to figure him out. "Ma cherrie, Anita is unique as you and I both know. She uses her anger towards the arduer, believes in its evil, as I do now." Jean Claude said. He flipped his wrist out of Belle's grasp, seeing the small shocked look on her face gave him great pleasure knowing he could prove his dominance, even to his sire.
"As a guest in my club and my city, you are welcomed. However, play any tricks upon my people, ANY of my people, and you will be punished by our laws." Jean Claude said to her. A waiter came by with a tray full of wine, he grabbed two glasses, one for Belle, and one for himself. Sure it wasn't the best to consume mortal food, but sometimes... he just needed it, to appear more human for Anita, as well as his other clients.
"What is your purpose Belle? You do not appear before your own line without something up your sleeves." Jean Claude said as he took a sip of the Italian wine ... the year was 1853, the wine was a good year.
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Post by Belle Morte on Jun 7, 2007 3:08:18 GMT -5
"Evil? Non, cher, not evil." Belle smiled, curving her lucious lips. She brought her face close to Jean Claude's, smelling him, then pressed her lips to each of his cheeks. She looked over her new acquisition, as it were, with his new powers and kissed him, full on the lips, with enough pressure to feel the fangs beneath the tender skin. Jean Claude knew to mind his manners, so long as Belle also abided by the same rules. After all, some of it was personal, and some of it was Vampire Council politics. Her lilting voice carried promises of things undreampt. She had come into Jean Claude's establishment alone, which is unheard of for a Council Member. Though she had her reasons, it was Jean Claude she wanted, and Anita she craved. "Come now, do you truly believe that I have come all this way simply to play tricks, as you call it, when you know full well that my power extends beyond my physical presence."
Her pale fingers wrapped around the stem of the wine glass, as she tasted the offering. Her eyes closed as she let the flavor penetrate her senses, the liquid sliding down her throat. "Jean Claude, mon charmant l'un, you will never underestimate me. But still, this is not the greeting I expected from you. No trust for one who's bed you shared for years? No adoration for one whose passions ignite within you? Tsk tsk. Perhaps I expected too much of you, or perhaps your manners are slight tonight. Do not fret, my purpose will be revealed to you in time." In a movement quicker than the eye could catch, Belle's hand Jean Claude's arm in a fierce grip. She held just hard enough, just long enough, for the blood to ooze, the stain appearing through his shirt. She licked her fingers as she slowly moved her hand from his arm. Her voice low, threatening, "There is much you've been keeping from me. Why do you hide from me? Do I shame you that much?" There was anger in her voice, that only moments ago was sweet as honey, now held the edge of a promise of danger and immense power.
She nodded, her demeanor softening once more. "Very well, but, I must insist that Anita join us for our little tête a tête." Her eyes flashed that deep honey brown as she mentioned Anita. Already she'd wrapped the club goers in the arduer, and in doing so, wasn't focusing as much of the arduer's power into Jean Claude or Anita. Though, she could raise them to such a fever pitch they'd collapse on the floor in a heap of lust. However, that would cause more problems than she'd anticipated for this visit, so she refrained, for now. After all, she had the ability to affect them at a distance as well. Until Anita got angry and used her necromancy to shut Belle out. It had happened more than once.
She leaned her lithe body against Jean Claude, pressing herself against him. "Come then, mon l'un a chéri, gather your servant. Bring her to us, and let the reason behind my visit become clear."
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Post by Jean Claude on Jun 14, 2007 9:50:14 GMT -5
Jean Claude grit his teeth, and fangs in his mouth as Belle grabbed his wrist like that. True he was stable when she kissed him in public like that, his customers usually tried to steal a kiss from him while he was at his own club. He was not about to let Belle know his true feelings in public, nor was he about to let her gain control of HIS human servant, as he feared this was her secret purpose. She had after all in recent times, been trying through dreams, to control Anita with memories of the past... his past that he tried so dearly to conceal from Anita. He feared some of his past would shake her away from him, and his undead heart would die again to lose the woman he'd come to love.
"Non Belle, I will not call MY human servant to you. She knows of your past, what you're capable of, and I will not permit you to take her from me as you have tried so hard in recent times these last few months." Jean Claude said, he slammed the wine down on the nearest table, and with fierceness in his vampire flamed eyes, he stared at his maker, "You are my sire... that is all, nothing more. You have no control over me or my friends. If you should attempt to control Ma Patetite at your leisure here, I will be forced to destroy you in any way possible." Jean Claude threatened.
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