"Really now," the bimbo said. She walked around the table, and slid into the booth to cozy up next to Beatrice. "The same? How? Julias won't tell me, and ... it's really amazing. Like, totally. So you're shy? Hi my name is Kristen, and I'm just a young girl in the city working for a micromanagement division, and—" She went on, but Beatrice had to tune her out and give Julias a long, hateful stare. She really, really was going to kill him.
"So ... you can kiss?" She slid closer, and Beatrice found herself sliding away until her hips were against Julias's. Naturally, the bastard didn't move, and the bimbo only slid closer until she was sandwiched between the two of them. "Can you ... you know, kiss me, like Julias does? I've never had a woman do it, only Julias, and ... you seem really sexy."
Because you can barely see my face in this darkness you dumbass bitch.
"Kristen Fitzern, how dare you come onto my date."
"Oh come on! It's just a little fun. Please?"
Beatrice was trapped. Not really trapped, she could have easily slipped out of there, made the bitch suffer some kind of nightmare hallucination, something. But she was hungry. Really hungry. She looked over her shoulder to Julias again, but the fucker was just smiling and motioning to the bimbo.
" ... ok. But ... turn around."
"Yay! Turn around? Hehe, exciting." Kristen did as requested and turned herself around so her back was facing Beatrice, and then she backed up even more until she was resting her back against Beatrice's shoulder. Beatrice had to turn to face her a bit, and let the bimbo rest her back into her torso.
Kristen relaxed. Beatrice did not. The Nosferatu sat there, and stared down at the sight before her. This stupid, idiotic bloodbag without a clue in the world ... was just resting against her, and waiting for it. There were no mind tricks here, no struggles, no use of her hiding or nightmares, just a kine who wanted to get drunk from the Kiss, ignorant of what it was.
Her dress meant Kristen's naked back was pressed to Beatrice's body, and she could feel her heart. This close to her neck, she could practically hear it through the bass-heavy music. Her heartbeat was slow, or at least, slow compared to who she usually fed from. Hell, the bimbo was almost grinding against her.
"I'm sorry, is the dress in the way?" Without hesitation, the blond reached up, undid the neck of the dress, and let it fall to her lap. Now Beatrice had a topless bimbo almost in her lap, begging to be sucked on. She got what she wanted, but didn't know if she wanted what she got.
" ... ok."
She could tell Julias was watching intently from his spot, but otherwise did not move to intervene. He'd said to not kill people, but that was proving to be a tough thing to do. She really, really wanted to kill this one. Hell, even when she was alive she'd have wanted to kill this one. But, she couldn't deny the simple efficiency of having your meal walk up to you, let its dress down, and beg to be Kissed.
She leaned in, and put her lips to the girl's neck. She had to fight her own reflex to pin down and bite into her prey hard, like she usually had to do. This one was willing, and damn it all, she was going to try one of these consensual feedings. It's why she was here. She'd never done it in her entire unlife; how could she?
Opening her mouth only just as wide as a normal Kindred would, she eased her fangs — only her normal fangs — onto the bimbo, and let her teeth sink into her neck.
"Oh! Mm ... you're ... right ... Julias. It's..." Kristen trailed off as the euphoria of the Kiss washed over her. Beatrice, on the other hand, was focused so intently on her new experience, her eyes open wide enough to hurt. The blood wasn't a squirting mess, and it wasn't thinned with adrenaline. This blood was thick, it was warm, it pooled into her mouth in slow, powerful waves. And it was sweet. So very, very god damn sweet.
She hooked her lips onto the prey's neck to prevent a single drop of the blood from escaping, and only had to suckle to ensure the delicious red filled her. Her mouth wasn't open very much, so even crocodile teeth instead of cheeks, the blood simply pooled along the bottom of her mouth before she swallowed it down. No mess, nothing.
Even more surprising was when Kristen took Beatrice's hands, and hooked them around her breasts. The kine encouraged her and pressed her fingers into her. The bimbo's nipples were damn hard, and Beatrice had to admit, fake or not, those large tits felt nice filling her palms.
"You have ... long nails. You have to tell me ... where you bought them ... later."
What the fuck was going on? Beatrice was supposed to be getting a free meal, but even she let out a tiny moan, like the bimbo's. Hell, she was starting to squeeze and massage Kristen's breasts just to encourage the bimbo to relax into her even more. She was sure the blond would have been masturbating if she had any energy, but the Kiss had sapped all her strength within seconds and left her a lethargic slug. Kristen was used to this, very used to this, and was leaning up and into Beatrice's own neck to rest her head. If she had opened her eyes, she may have been able to see the Nosferatu's extra teeth, but the kine was completely absorbed in the orgasmic bliss of a Kiss done the gentle way. The sexual way.
A tap on Beatrice's shoulder snapped her out of her own bliss. Slowly, with delicate care, Beatrice removed her fangs from Kristen's neck. The kine didn't say anything, even when Beatrice licked the wound to seal it. Her eyes were closed and she was practically comatose, so Beatrice had to right her up herself and put her back to the booth seat. She put a claw to her own lips; the human's breasts were still on display, and rising and falling with the labored breaths of a satisfied woman.
It was really, really hot.
She reached out and cupped one of those tits in her palms, just to feel its weight. Julias was still behind her, but she didn't care. Fresh blood was coursing through her insides, filling her, spreading through her, making her feel warm and alive again, and with no violence or death in the mix, instead she found all the energy going toward ... arousal.
"She's really just ... sitting here ... and ... we could ... could anything. We could fuck her all night long." She raised the tit and let it drop, jiggle, and bounce. Fake, but she cupped it again anyway. Still hot.
"We could. She wouldn't even mind. As long as you didn't take too much from her, she'd let you do anything to her, and she'd thank you after."
Beatrice let go of the woman's breast, and turned to face Julias. He was looking at Kristen, and smiling a half smile. Something was on his mind, something that was making the situation bittersweet for him. There wasn't anything like this to find in the Kindred world. This dumbass bimbo wasn't thinking outside this night alone for her plans, and that simple honesty, coming from even such a stupid bloodbag, was intoxicating.
The Nosferatu reached with both hands and raised Kristen's dress to tie it back behind her neck.
"Let's get out of here," Beatrice said.
"Oh? Sure. Where to?"
"Your place."
Julias's place might as well have had Invictus Ventrue written on the fucking walls. White walls with Gothic paintings, expensive looking leather couches and chairs and streamlined ... streamlined everything. She rolled her eyes.
"Jack, you here?" Julias said.
"Your new childe?"
"Yes. He often shows up. He's pretty new to the whole thing."
"Yeah..." Her mind fell back to memories of her own sire. That relationship had lasted just a few days before he'd been executed, and it was not a relationship she'd enjoyed. He was stalker and fucked up creature, looking to pass on that fucked up clan of his.
"So, may I interest you in a drink? I do keep several blood types for drinking." He shrugged with a silly grin. "It helps me feel human, you know? Sit down, sip from a wine glass, chat with Jack about good times."
"You ... were friends with Jack?" She walked around and let her claws drag along various surfaces. It was so clean.
"Yes. For five years. I groomed him, helped nurture his intelligence and trained his physical body." Julias wandered over to the fridge and pulled out a wine bottle. She knew fuck all about wine, but it was blood anyway so what did it matter? The Ventrue really did enjoy the image of it all, and he sipped from a glass. She'd fed, but he hadn't.
"Does he know you're such a tragedy freak?"
" ... I'm sorry, what?"
"Tragedy freak. Weep and cry at the cruel night at all? Hang with the humans because you miss it so much, and never truly accept that you're a dead thing now?" The signs were all there, after all. As much as his Kindred side showed through every so often, he played at the white knight and tried to balance the two. "You practically drip of the brooding, tragic hero stereotype, Julias. Like, no matter how nice you are, you just can't rejoin the humans in life. You're a Ventrue, so why are you acting like an emo Daeva bitch?"
He looked at her for a long while before setting his glass down on the counter. " ... you don't miss it?"
Boom.
She'd thought she'd had him. She'd figured it out. Pieced together the puzzle of the great Julias and his weird habits, and even his attraction to her. Tragedy freak. But then he asked a stupid fucking question and suddenly she felt his genuine eyes poking a hole through her bad girl attitude.
"Of course I fucking miss it! I ... that was the first time I've ever really talked to a human in twenty fucking years. That idiot blond! And..." Her hands gently grasped at the air in front of her in a subtle motion. "And ... yeah. Yes, I get it. I fucking get it, I miss it. But you! You don't get to miss it! You don't get to fucking miss it!" Fuck him. Fuck him and his bullshit. She was Nosferatu. He was Ventrue. He looked dead sexy and could wear a suit and get a job. He had no right to complain.