Written By Andrei
~Iniquity~
Las Vegas. Sin City . The nickname fit the place perfectly. All around you there was energy, action, and temptations so strong you could lose yourself to them in a matter of a few short moments. Just as with most cities this one was one that never slept. From dawn till dusk there was site seeing to be done, but from dusk till dawn it was time to party all night long.
Andrei stepped carefully out of the back of the black, stretch hummer limo that was frequently his prefered mode of transportation when he paid Vegas a visit. The black Armani suit he wore fit like a glove, leaving him enough room to breathe and move easily but at the same time the expensive attire had been cut to garantee onlookers an idea of the perfection that laid beneath it. Flexing his arms in just the right way, or turning with what could be described as nothing else but other wordly grace would allowed the endless varay of muscles dressing his body to be seen subtily under the stretching cloth. His normal shoulder length black hair was slicked back and away from his handsome face, half of which was hidden beneath a pair of designer shades. The blazer covered most of the white silk shirt he wore beneath, the top button becomingly undone and leaving just a hint of what appeared to be healed scaring going down the side of his neck and into the soft material. Each mark was pink and flat but did not take away from the unusual, surrealness of him. But what made the outfit was the sense of extreme power pulsing around him like an expensive cologne. He was all male. Confident and secure to no end.
He neither reached in nor helped the two beauties that stepped out of the limo behind him, one dressed in a long gown of royal blue sequene all the way down to her dainty feet, and the other wearing a knee length dress of golden, jeweled chains the left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The bra and panties that covered her most intimate parts was the only cloth draping her curved, luscious form. Both females had soft, waist length hair adawned with artificial sparkles of gold glitter, and jewlery from some of the most exclusive designers on the planet. Just like Andrei they both radiated a frighteningly large amount of power, and grace but neither possessed the massive amount that Andrei put off. He did not take their hands, or offer then his arms to escort them inside the casino. They were not here as his dates. Andrei never dated, he didn't see the point. Women were women, meant to birth an heir for their chosen partner and to give him an endless amount of great sex. He wasn't looking for an heir, so the sex was all he desired out of the female race. Chinara and Makeda were on lone to him this January evening, both women here to carry out a specific task for him. He would have to remember to express his thanks to Kylan later. He had no intention of keeping Chinara and Makeda for longer than it would take to finish their jobs and bring them both to an earth shattering orgasm, but he couldn't doubt that both of them were ideal looking females that stirred the demon swimming beneath the surface of his skin.
They took their place, one on each side of him and slightly in front. As they walked down the stretch of carpet that lead into the casino the blank expression Andrei had perfected softened for a moment to a grin as he watched the movement of his two lovely escorts. The weight of his gaze was nearly as powerful as the man himself, making both Makeda and Chinara at first turn looks of warning to him. The level of power his eyes conveyed was strong, gut wrenching and going above what most immortal beings were capable of. But those gazes quickly melted away to one's that screamed for him to take them, here and now on this street. To rid them of what little clothing they already had on and plunge his body into them as deep as it could go. The wicked demon within him stretched and seeped from his pours, caressing both women slowly, filling their minds with images of his hands smoothing over their bodies as his own pounded deep and hard inside, provoking high pitched screams from their plump lips that would eventually echo his name. A promise of things to come later in the evening should they perform well. Andrei was an incubus, actually he had been the first incubus ever to exists save for his older brother who had been slain by the current Courtesan Queen herself. His demon screamed the rage that his face refused to show because of the loss. His look remained blank, unreadable, and betrayed nothing of the way his blood boiled with rage. His biological family taken from him while he was only weeks old. The knowledge of what had happened still plagued his thoughts and granted the most horrid of nightmares which was why he prefered to be fucking some of his succubus counter parts rather then sleep. Besides Serenity, Andrei was the oldest of his kind, slightly above in power to Ashton who along with his brother Myric were the two strongest incubus Courtesan's ever born.
His focus finally came back to the task at hand. He had been summoned out of the bed of his first feeding of the night by his chief security/bodyguard at the club. A few months back he had done minor business and coordinated an aligence with a local pack of shapeshifters. They had voided out their own contract when the youngest of their pack had entered his territory and very nearly killed one of his own possessions. The only reason they still lived was that their leader, Erik had come to Chinara’s rescue and saved her from being torn and ripped apart by a young out of control fledgling and later on 3 more of the club guests who had been overwhelmed by the rich smell of blood that was being heavily spilled. Now, Erik had since mated and he and his new lady were wanting entrance into the club. He was here because his staff had sensed a shift in power from the two, and did not trust the situation. Instead of taking the matter into their own hands they had turned Andrei, none of them wishing to make the wrong choice and maybe later meet his wrath. He came in through the back with Chinara and Makeda in their places to his sides, making it look as though he had been in the club all along by coming through the back and out the front doors where his anxious guests were waiting. Erik was not a man who was hard to look at. As with about 99% of the guest list for Iniquity he and his mate of very young years wore leather and vinyle attire which gave them them a look that said they were ready for punishment. The young shifter on his arm was dainty, petite in her own right with soft blonde curls and curious blue eyes that to Andrei looked abnormal even considering who she was. Instantly, as he smelled the air that surrounded her, he knew why he had been summoned here this evening.
"Andrei, I don’t see what the fucking deal is." Eirk said in a good natured, suggestive way that said he was way too eager to get inside and sample the dark pleasures that awaited behind the guarded doors. "Thought we were cool. I save Chinara from untimely death and we don’t become enemies."
"Not enemies," his voice was flat and even, no feeling behind it what so ever. His words were as blank as his face but none the less convincing. "Not friends either. Just like my club you and I are now on neutral ground." He held up his hand before Eirk could speak again and instead turned his head to Erik's young mate. "Do you know where you are?" he asked, again keeping his words empty of feeling or suggestion.
She nodded her head which made her doll like curls bounce around her face. Andrei felt her aura of power brush his body like the tender caress of a timid kitten who had to put her nose and only her nose to your skin before she could cuddle her tiny head into your palm. "Yes, we’re at your club. I don’t see why we couldn’t of gone to the bar around the corner from our street if he wanted to drink so bad though." Her words were scented with truth while the power of Eirk that rested at her back with his leather clad arms around her suggested nervousness and deception.
"Julie baby, I told you before we left," Eirk cooed in her ear before Andrei’s abrupt turn of his head toward the man cut his words off without another single syllable to be heard.
"This is my place, I will tell her."
"Andrei,-." But before Eirk could finished Andrei had taken Julie’s soft, dainty hand and with a forceful yank he drew her up against the hard, muscle of his chest. "Let me be frank. You are in a club with about," he stopped and sniffed subtully at the air above his head. "150 shapeshifters, couple dozen were-hunters and 3, no 2 and a half demons," His grin silenced her before she could ask the obvious question. "It's all about trust here, ma cherie. If you enjoy the darker side of pleasure then you may enter." The French accent melted away as quickly as it had arrived, his own personal gesture to her to sooth the fear that he knew she was feeling. The caress of his demon filled her body with heat and forced into a more relaxed state as he stood holding her in what could only be described as a lovers embrace.
"What do you mean by the darker side of pleasure."
"Pain. Dominance. Submission." His grin widened ever so slightly. "Knowing that even if you use the magic word that there is a chance your partner may not stop." His voice was low and seductive as he traced the outline of her face with a single finger. His face was so close but not touching, close enough so she could feel the caress of his breath across her lips and then the string of warmth seemingly slid inside and across her tongue. He tasted of warmth and danger, and at the same time heated her blood to a boiling point.
"What's the magic words?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, eyes dialated and power drunk.
"Whatever word agreed upon by you and your partner when you wish for whatever is happening between you to stop. When it becomes too painful," his lips brushed along the pink softness of her cheek, breathing demonic energy across it that fired every hormone she owned. "Or when you know you are nearing death and do not wish to be a victim of your own desires you speak the agreed upon word and it stops. Well," he laughed low in his throat, the sound coming out like a cross between a growl and the antics of a true seducer. "It is supposed to stop."
Watching the incubus handle his mate brought a low growl up from deep inside Eirk's throat. "You're over stepping your bounds, Andrei. That is my mate."
Andrei raised his head and let his handsome face fall back smoothly into a blank expression, as though what had just happened had never truely accured. Either that or he just didn't care. "Your mate wished to know what she was getting herself into. If you are not going to tell her," again his lips slid into a grin, only this one said that he knew a truth Eirk had not revealed yet. The shifter had come to this place and not told his lovely mate of the actions she would be participating in. In Eirk's mind Andrei saw the reluctance and endless questioning that had occured when the young were had heard of her new mates plans. Instead of possibly missing out on this opportunity he had used his powers of bespelling and silenced her forcefully with strong magics. Usually Andrei didn't participate in others people's quams no matter how bad they are. But this were was very young, and deep down below the magics that binded her free will she was scared. She had a right to be, especially standing at the doors to get into his club. "If you're not going to tell her then I will. No one is to be taken here against their will." And by the word "taken" he did not mean brought up to the door and entering for a drink.
"What I do with my mate is none of your business, incubus." Eirk snarled.
"No but what goes on in my club is my business." Slowly he removed his sunglasses and hooked them into the pocket on his blazer. What Eirk saw only made him take a step back, always did. "I owe you a life," the voice that spoke was no longer Andrei's seductively low pitch. Instead it was replaced by a low, heavily Atlantean accented voice that echoed. "You saved Chinara from being turned inside out by that shifter who wanted her death more than he wanted her blood and body. The life I offer you now if your own. You stand on the threshold of MY establishment with the intent to first frighten and possibly kill your own mate. Do not blame her that you are mated, it takes two to tango after all. If you had not wanted this to happen then you should of stopped fucking everything that crossed your violent path. I have made this place into a safe house for those who enjoy the darkness of pleasure, I will not allow it to be smudged by the likes of you. I've killed others for alot less than what you were about to do. Now, take yourself and your mate off my property and never return. My dept to you is paid." With that he replaced his sunglasses over his eyes and resumed his entrance into Iniquity. Every person within an arm's stretch of him moved back and away. No matter what of their orgin everyone could feel the press of warning, and a cold shiver of fear trickle down their spines as he passed.
~10 minutes later~
The demon beneath his skin samples the lust filled air that pulsed through the club. Every kiss, every touch, every dark and passionate thought released a wave of sexually charged energy that any incubus could seek out and devour. His presense stirred rippled of fear from each one of the guests around him, but in a D&S club, it only strengthened the feast his incubus was sitting down to. Fear and pain were the foundations for which made this place possible.
Andrei kept a slow steady strut all the way back to the only door, besides the entrance, at the bottom level of the club. He opened it first and let Chinara and Makeda enter. Even he could be a gentleman. When it suited him that it. The room was empty save for two men, one standing beside the other with the barrel of a weapon pressed against his temple. The one seated in the chair surprisingly seemed calm and peaceful, as if the possibility of his life ending in the next couple of minutes didn't mean a thing to him. And maybe it didn't, either that or he was sure that Andrei would not be so foolish as to have a death attached to his club and his name. Whatever the reason he sat quietly and watched as the well known business man of all that was black and unusual entered with his two sexy escorts. "Is this the one?" Andrei asked without making a single gesture toward the shapeshifter in man form sitting in the chair with his cheif bodyguard beside him and ready to do his bidding at the blink of an eye.
"They sent him in as a scout to get a feel for the place. He's a fucking were-leopard so he used his power of prowess to seduce his way upstairs. I caught it as I was coming off break."
It was only then that Andrei turned his gaze toward the captive and smiled. "Your master has been sent away with his own life." he laughed a little. "Technicalities are such a pain in the ass sometimes, but I owned the bastard for Chinara. As I'm sure you already know. "
"Bullets won't kill me, Courtesan. Save for silver and what's at my head right now reeks of lead." His smile was smug and arrogent as he spoke.
"Even if I was intending to have you shot I am well supplied in silver."
"Volunteering alot of information aren't you? You could lose the business the shapeshifters give you if they find that out. This is supposed to be neutral territory, isn't that what you always say. Here we are equals as long as the rules are followed. Having silver sounds more like a death threat." He crossed his arms arrogently over his chest. "I could have fun with that information."
Andrei only let his lips curve into a full smile before his laughed thundered from low in his stomach and gently through the room. Not the laugh of a human, a were, or even the God he was. But something different, something that could not be placed. "I said I would not have you shot. I said nothing about letting you live." He watched as the leopards human face drained of color and fill with curiosity that was edged with fear. The unknown was always the most frightening thing. "Let us go. I have an appointment to keep this evening." He said to his guard
Without a word the head of security dropped the gun barrel and did as Andrei said, leaving the other one seated in the chair with the two of them heading out the door.
Andrei turned around briefly and nodded to the frightened minion. Too bad he had picked such a lousy man to work for. Oh well. "Enjoy the ladies while you can." With that he exited the room with his bodyguard, leaving Chinara and Makeda locked in the room with him. "Wait," he motioned to the guard before he could leave. Leaning his head back against the door he closed his eyes behind the shades and waited, waited until he felt Chinara and Makeda drop their human forms and take on the shapes of two lionesses, were-hunters. The screaming from inside, the sound of true terror, fed his demon's demanding appetite and made it sigh in savoring bliss while it drank. The sweet, metallic scent of warm, freshly spilled blood wafted out of the room though the cracks in the wood as the two lionesses fulfilled their promise to bring back a hefty meal of fresh meat to their Pride if Kylan, their king, loned them to Andrei this night. Even though Kylan's Pride wanted for nothing living in Serenity as far as food, saftey, shelter and other bonuses went the collection of females still found it in their nature to hunt and kill as they were always meant to. Serenity of course would not allow them to make food of anyone else living in her home so this proved to be the next best thing. This way everyone got a meal, and the alliance made between Andrei and the were-lion Pride remained intact and strong. He had forged many contracts with many different breeds of hunters and shifters, all of which he profitted from in one way or another, but lions were especially brutal and forever seeking the higher powers offered in life.
Andrei's demon fed and fed and fed as Chinara and Makeda ripped apart the throat and head of the body, clawing the rest just to feel the spill of fresh blood over their paws. Somewhere in the middle of the struggle the were-leopard had gone to leopard man form, which only made him a greater feast to bring back to their king and pregnant females who were now too far along to participate in the hunts. Andrei smiled to himself, pleased and cocky, ending the snack in which his incubus had rolled around in and drunk till it was sated with fear filled energy and blood shed from inside the room and ready for the next course of it's nightly meal.
He would never regret this kill, or the one before that, or the one after that. Emotions were something no incubus had to worry over. His soul purpose for being laid only in satisfying himself and his personal needs. Everyone else could fuck off, and therein lay the true danger of crossing his wicked path
~10 Minutes Later~
"Everytime you stay away for a while people assume they can get away with murder." Kieran, Andrei's cheif bodyguard and brother to Kylan, said in a snarl as he holstered the gun again and walked beside Andrei to the bar at the far end of the club.
Andrei didn't turn to the other man nor lose the expressionless look to his face. "That is not my problem. My job is to make that everyone else's problem."
Kieran grinned darkly. Most times he was reluctant to stay near someone for longer than it took to torture and then kill them. Being a professional assassin that also was a were-lion did that to a man sometimes. But Andrei was tolerable thanks to his total business way of handling things he involved Kieran in. Never once did he have to have drinks with him to appease a need for company, or perhaps forging a friendship-like relationship. Andrei was interested in nothing of the kind. All he asked for was what he had straight up told Kieran he would pay for. Anything extra was either compensated for in coin or other more unique ways. Each and every way appealed to Kieran's interests and selfish wants. "Scotch and K-Pax." he said to the bartender. He was here already so why not indulge.
The rather skinny were-cobra turned suspicious eyes at Andrei upon hearing the request.
"It's ok, he makes the grade." Andrei said with a careless flip of his hand and then gesturing two fingers at the bartender. Nodding to the boss and went about fixing two of the scotch and K-Pax.
Kieran took a seat on an empty bar stool. "Still don't have permission to sell it?"
"I choose not to. Taking business away from a place like Black Tides will not put you in favor of those that matter. Aidan Ambrose only supplies it to Katishka and a few choice others as a favor. Katishka sends us a couple cases as a good will gesture with two conditions. One, we keep it in the family and close friends, no profit of it. Second, Aidan is always aware of how much K-Pax passes through other people's hands." He took the drink from the bartender and sipped diligently at it. The burn of it made him smile wickedly to himself before he reached into his pocket and came back with a pack of cigs, lighting one up.
"Good will gesture from Katishka? Why does family count in that, you're both Courtesan."
"Business is business. She gives me something I want and in return I give her something she wants. And what I wanted was a drink that does something for me other than make me piss more often."
Kieran chuckled low at the joke. His focus was momentarily distracted when his periferal vision caught site of Gia, Mariah and Racquel as they flashed themselves into the club over in a shadowed corner. Given away only by the bright white light that pierced the dark, sensuous room.
Like Kieran Andrei turned around and watched vacantly as the two Courtesan Hell Cats and one Hell Kitten smirked and sauntered their way through the crowd. The strong, sweet fragrance of their succubus sprinkled phermones cascaded toward him upon his own call. The demonic power filled his senses with their unique essences and churned his blood involuntarily. He snarled to himself and cursed the way the succubi, counter part to his incubi, turned him on and made things low on his body harden with need. He held tight to the control of his natural urges as the three approached, Mariah and Gia just taking a stance before him and Racquel sliding her slender, smooth arm across his shoulders. The brush of her tender cheek met his and rubbed there as she purred and greeted him in her own kitty cat way.
Andrei swiveled completely around in the bar stool and reached for her. A dangerous sounding growl came up from his stomach as he reached for her, bringing her curvy form between his legs so the press of his growing cock rubbed suggestively hard to her bared stomach. The fierce strength in his hands flexed on her perfect round ass. They held her in place, moving only in squeezes that rubbed her to him all the more. The sunglasses on his face vanished with a thought and got Racquel to smile triumphantly. The black locks on his head fell forward from their perfect slicked back possition when he leaned his head down and circled the noticeable throbbing pulse in her throat. The blood beneath her tender flesh ran hot and fast as he suckled and licked there, moving his head against her as a way to both nuzzle and please. "Always a pleasure, Racquel. Dinner in my room this evening?" he purred as he leaned up, still with his hands on her ass and firmly pressing her lush feminin form against him.
Racquel’s kissably soft lips curved into a smile, plump pink and bekoning the incubus that peered out at her through his eyes. "I haven't forgotten." she replied.
"Is that why you asked us to come here?" Mariah snapped with a cross of her bare arms over her chest, which like the rest of her was teasingly hidden by scraps of leather. "So you could take the night off to fuck my sister?"
Andrei turned pentratingly teasing eyes at her. "You're getting a considerable amount of pay for your services, so why are you complaining? Still upset it's not you that I'm fucking to tears?" The grin on his face would of made every other woman swoon and fall to her knees before him. But not Mariah. Her head was not so easily turned even by his charms. It was one of the things he liked best about her. Plus, it made it more fun to tease and give her shit which is something he lived for no matter who the person in question was.
Mariah narrowed her eyes and smirked "You can't cry over what you never had, big shot. For all your ego ridden conquests you never got anything more out of me than a squeek when you missed my pussy and twisted my leg as you fell off the bed."
Andrei narrowed his own gaze and let that be the only gesture to alert her to whatever thought he was hiding. "Seeing me again during your escapades with Aidan, Mariah? I wonder how he would feel if he heard you talking of him like that."
"Aidan doesn't hear a thing over my crying as he fucks me. Funny, some other man told me once he could make any woman weep from his attentions. Wonder who that was?"
"Bitch." he snapped and shoved her down into the empty seat on his left side.
Growling, Mariah curled her leg up and planted the heel of her boot into the side of his rib cage, kicking till he staggered off the seat and released Racquel.
Andrei regained his composure with a quick, elegant grace and gifted her with a genuine smile. "This mean I get to bleed you again?"
"Only if I get to bleed you first," she quipped. His nod toward her had her on her feet and ready to defend herself. Their game. Anything they could think to say to one another that would get a fight started. Both of them equal in their love for violence and pain. Mariah smoothed her shiny, golden locks behind her head and crouched in a stance, readying herself. The leather that made up her thigh high boots crunched and crinkled and the matching short skirt and black vest that bared her midrift slid against her to a perfect form fitting second skin.
"Careful Andrei, you don't got the chair to break your fall now."
Andrei slowly turned his head toward the relative direction the voice had come from. The snickering of a young male wearing perfectly painted on black eyeliner and covered in intrigal tattoo's all over his bare chest tipped him off that was the one. Soon as the cocky smelling shifter felt the weight of his gaze he sombered and straightened his look, instantly thinking twice of his words. Too little, too late. "You look very familiar." He and Mariah both resumed a normal stance, both having a new target in mind rather than each other to satisfy the urge to rip something... or someone, apart. "You were the relief guard when Erik came here to negoshiate our agreement." A harsh strike of his power into the mind of the smart mouth let him see that less than an hour ago he had entered the club as the backup for the scout they had planted, and who was now meat for Kylan's lion pride. If one failed at his task to return a report then there would still be the chance the second would succeed. Andrei smoothed one large hand over Mariah's shoulder as he passed her, letting her know with the gesture that the fight was over, and no hard feelings. Or rather, no harder feelings than there were before he had shoved her. He took the floor in wide, angry strides that stomped loudly on the wood floors even though he still appeared as though he were walking on air. That the hard surface beneath him was as thin as the air he breathed. Graceful and surreal in his own right. Beautiful but not natural. He came to a stop before the cocky bastard, invading his personal space and getting greeted with a glare and growl of warning that succeeded in doing noting but make Andrei grin darkly. "You were part of that whole plan." He made it a statement with a voice that was flat, even and free of the rage that was already bubbling through his veins. "And yet you have the nerve to stay here. You're either very brave, or extremely stupid."
"I'm going for stupid," Gia chimed in from her place beside Kieran. "I can smell his fear from here. He's too much of a pussy to be brave."
Andrei turned his dark grin over his shoulder and nodded to Gia. "Well said, ma cherie." he accented in French and turned back to his now snarling target. "If you want to fight you deal with me," he added quickly once the smell of desire coiled through the shifters body and filled his head with extreme visions of himself and Gia. Her spit fire ways may piss his ego off, but the part of him that was completely male was already starting to harden for her. "She is off limits. We do not punish here for telling the truth."
The vinyle of the young shifters pants crunched as he shifted his stance uncomfortably. "Your reputation decives you, Andrei. You throw your weight around here and still you tell us this is neutral territory. No one rules anyone, we are equals. Are you above your own rules now? Like we're nothing but peons cause we don't have a blood thirsty demon to feed."
Andrei didn't so much turn as become a whirl wind of the colors that dressed his body. So abrupt and quick, a blurr of speed that could neither be clocked nor contemplated. As his right hand lashed out the tips of his nails elongate and broke through the skin into the form of claws. The sharp, animal blades appeared only long enough to tear the throat of the defiant trouble maker out so that all that remained was the site of the spine in back with blood gushing down the front of his silk shirt. Andrei held the chunk of meat, big enough to fill his palm and more so, that was once the man's neck. Another gift for his precious Chinara. The chunk vanished into her possession with a passing thought, and instantly his shirt sleeve and hand were clean of blood and insides. The body hit the floor with a loud thud and lay crumpled and motionless on the floor, blood pouring across the hardwood and out from beneath him. The sharpened claws Andrei had grown in seconds vanished. Once again he just stood in the middle of the club, every pair of eyes, mortal and immortal, focused on him. "Lately I've been hearing whispers from those asking of my wereabouts. The answer: None of your fucking business. The rules here do not change simply because I am not physically around. I know all. I sense all.” He warned, growling the words. “Lastly, it seems that people here always seem to end up with their... excuse me, MY foot stuck in their mouth. And everytime the same result occures." He didn't even have to motion toward the dead shifter at his feet, each and every person within an ear shot knew. "Take the fucking hint, all of you and watch what you say. The rules of this place are explained in detail before you are permitted a first entrance. It's your decision whether you choose to listen or not." This time he did motion to the body, an elegant yet quick sling of his hand that caused a handful of people to fall back a step or two. The sunglasses vanished from his face in a puff of black smoke. The crowd softly gasped but quieted ever faster, afraid of what their reaction would provoke.
Andrei only grinned into every pair of eyes that he could clearly see before his face turned hard and threatening again. "I do not play games. Let this be a warning to everyone here. Anyone who thinks I'm kidding can step forward now and challenge me for rights to what I have accumulated per the agreement I have signed with all of you who enter these doors. This is a place of neutral ground and even being the owner it does not excuse me from those laws. You see no one doing anything about it because it's only once in a blue moon that someone such as him," he said in a nod to the body as a couple of men started to drag it away, leaving a path of blood behind and drying in a sticky mess to the floor, "comes forward to try and prove he is the greater power." The yellow, green depths of his eyes sparkled, setting the green color a blaze, one that lashed from their sphered prisons and across each club guest like the strike of a whip across their bodies. The sensation drew a simultanious scream from the entire club, upstairs and down, behind close doors, and lightly to the people outside waiting to enter. Why should they be excused from the warning just cause they had not made it in yet?
Andrei momentarily caught his breath as the incubus latched it's metaphysical jaws around the fear filled wave of energy and drank, nurishing itself on the terror that perfumed through the air. The demon drank it's fill before the echoing scream ceased.
The brutality and heat of the lash left each and every being with the memory of the injury as though it had truely happened. The more submissive bunch cringing, and the pissing contest contestants, dominants, snarling against the scorching pain. 'Point made' were the only two words on everyones lips. "If no one wishes to challenge me then do not try my patience. They wear thin quickly." With that said he turned and walked away, slipping his hands into his pockets and heading for the door with the sea of people backing quickly to make a path for him. His walk was slow and casual. Uncaring and not even remotely cocky. Just a simple walk out of the club as though nothing even remotely dangerous or unusual had happened. For Andrei, that was indeed the case.
The expression on Gia, Mariah and Kieran's faces couldn't have been more pleased as Andrei grabbed Racquel up around her waist. "I want you now," he growled the words, took two steps and vanished with her out of the club.
Mariah laughed. "Barbarian."
RL Note: Want to meet the man who inspired this chara? Now you can, just click the graphic below and check out who Andrei REALLY is. Andrei's chara is cool but you know what they say: Can't beat the real thing.
