KISS AND CONTROL

[elliot thomas williams]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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Elliot pulled his collar and straightened the edges before walking toward the entrance of the night club. He barely glanced over his shoulder at the royal guard following him subtly about two metres behind as he skipped the line, walking right past and up to the bouncer. None of those stood waiting muttered a word, recognising his face instantly. Immediately, the guard on the door stood to the side to let him and his own personal guard in without a word and so received a slow nod from Elliot. Pushing his hands into his trousers pockets, Eli slipped past a couple of individuals hanging at the front, the woman who were merely considering who was coming into the club to seduce. Their eyes traced him up and down but he barely gave them a first glance… pathetic.

Being best friends with the leader of the high rollers, alongside being one of the main members of the royal family certainly had its perks and Elliot planned on using that to the full. The bouncer at the foot of the steps which led to the VIP section moved to the side and gracefully, Eli drifted up, his senses taking in everything around him. Pulling his jacket off slowly, he placed it along the back of the seat that could survey the whole lower level dance floor. Perfect. Sinking slowly into his chair with his back straight and with an air very few but all royals possessed, Elliot tapped his fingers and smiled lightly up at the waitress who immediately was by his side. ’Breather or Vamp?’ The choice was presented and the answer was natural.

”Breather, thank you. But make sure it is bagged… not fresh… with vodka.” The request was mundane and mostly unnecessary since it was their job to know everyone’s preferred choice but he wanted to make sure. Elliot was not one to drink fresh blood from a body, for the simple fact was that he was a known ripper. He wouldn’t be able to stop and many individuals, both human and vampire would meet a sorry end. ”Also, get my man anything he wants.” He gestured to the imposing figure a few feet behind him, also sat in a chair but eyes focused. Tapping his fingers to the music, and watching the various upper class residents grind together, he accepted the drink from the woman and handed back a large tip in return.

”Cheers.” He offered to his guard, who lifted his glass in return and began idly sipping, getting into the feeling of being in the club. Half an hour later and Elliot felt a presence come near him and a small tap to the shoulder. Glancing back over his shoulder, he recognised the slightly nervous vampire staring back at him. ”Well?” Elliot raised a slight eyebrow but followed unwaveringly as the man came further round to his side so as not to block his view of down below.

“I explored through the ideas you had and the proposals are perfect. I did however also present it verbally as requested by the rotters when I gave them the document and deal. They weren’t actually going to agree with the original terms before I started speaking, and gave them the illusion of it being more beneficial than it actually is.” Elliot smirked. It was always good to receive good news, and it felt even better when he was expecting a negative response. Honestly, the rotters were far too easy to manipulate sometimes and didn’t take the right interpretation in. Clearly, his worker here had aided their cause quite wonderfully. ”Excellent work, my friend. You got the signed document and the blood bond with the negotiator?” Elliot smirked softly again at the very eager nod he got in return, as well as the piece of paper handed to him. Sipping once more at his bagged blood and vodka, the vampire’s eyes scanned over the information to make sure that it was correct. ”Perfect…” And it was. His sire would be extremely pleased, indeed.

”You have pleased me greatly. Find yourself a drink and enjoy your night.” Elliot didn’t need the extra senses from his kind to see the hesitation in the other vampire’s movements. Glancing back up, he looked at him inquisitively as if asking ‘what?’ “Your highness…” Quirking an eyebrow, Elliot considered the unspoken request for a moment and gave a simple nod. Within moments the vampire was at his neck though Eli quickly stopped him, his hand directing the vamp away from his main artery. ”I never said the neck.” Unbuttoning one of the cuffs on shirt, Elliot rolled his sleeve up slowly and held his arm out to the side, picking his own glass up with his free hand and wincing only slightly as the fangs sunk into his wrist.

It was an interesting fact that every one of Elliot’s workers could be paid with a 30 second session of his blood. Sure, he was one of the Williams’ siblings. He and his sister had pure, untouched blood and it made it practically irresistible to any vampire with a nose. Of course, it had been forced upon them by two different blood bonds… Elliot was to be married soon to Scarlett of the High Rollers and he must be pure for the ceremony. Consequently his royal blood was a rare treat for those not at the top of the vampire tree.

A familiar scent assaulted his senses, and allowing the vampire to continue drinking from his wrist, Elliot turned only slightly to smirk at his bride to be, Scarlett. She was definitely something to be marvelled at indeed… so it honestly wasn’t too bad of a deal… apart from the sticking to only one partner in his life. Still, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to protect his little sister from harm. ”Care for a drink?” Lifting his arm up only slightly, the waitress from before was immediately at their side, smiling at the princess to be.

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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YOU BLUSHED AND SMILED, AND SAID YOU WOULD STAY.
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[/color] Not my best, love you <3
( STATUS )[/color] Finished!
( TAGGED )[/color] Sammie/Scar
( WORDS )[/color] 1005
( MUSIC )[/color] Not by choice.
( OUTFIT )[/color] Here.
( CREDIT )[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[scarlett lorraine alcorn]

"Thank you, I'll have that!" Scarlett said as she plucked yet another cup from Nathans hand and drained it. The blood was mostly amazing in her mind, minus one or two that had more of a bitter taste than anything. This current one however had simply been the best. "If I may be so bold, and you know that I am, this one was the best." They had been at a warehouse for the past forty-five minutes so Nathan could sample blood samples and find the purest ones to provide the High Rollers with. Scarlett didn't mind to much. In fact, she had spent the full time taking the cup from Nathans hands to finish it after he had had a sip to sample. The pure blood had definitely satisfied her thirst, reminding her how she had went far too long, in her opinion, without blood. Slipping her shoes on from where she had early discarded them, she looked at Nathan and sighed. "Can we go now? We have tasted what there was to taste. I'm ready to head to the club, considering when we left, that is where I thought we were headed." she said with a slight pout. She sounded like a spoil brat, and to some degree, she would admit she was. She had come a long way since she was turned. No longer was she the girl who only spoke when directly addressed, who used manners in every situation, and who was okay with being regarded as a mere object. No, she had long grown out of that in the one hundred and forty years she lived, or rather, unlived. She gave a "About time!" when she heard that they would be headed that way now. She had been waiting for this all day.

Club pure was a place that Scarlett liked to frequent, a lot. She loved the atmosphere. The bodies packed tightly together dancing, the loud music...the blood. There were several nights she got blood straight from the warm body there on the dance floor. It was pretty safe to say she loved the place. With Nathan owning the club, they got in effortlessly. Had she been by herself, it would have been just as easy. Between being considered family to Nathan, and being a future princess, there was nothing she had found yet that she could not get, and she liked it that way. Things weren't as fun when you had to work for them, at least not in her mind. She hit the dance floor immediately, leaving behind Nathan to do whatever, and her royal guard. Ever since Nathan had decided that Scarlett would be his half of a blood bond to connect the Royal family with the High Rollers, she had been plagued with a guard following her....protecting her, should some unfortunate event begin to fall upon her. It was, in one word, annoying. She shook the thoughts from her mind as she found herself grinding with a guy. Vampire, her nose told her, though she had not seen him before. She wasnt sure how much time had passed, several songs at least, that she had been grinding with the guy, but she happened to glance up at the VIP section, and made eye contact with Elliot... her soon to be husband. She found a smirk appearing on her face as she sent him a wink, excusing herself from the dance floor and towards the VIP entrance.


Flashing the bouncer a smile as she approached, she blew him a kiss as he moved out of the way to allow her and her guard to the top. She honestly did not use the VIP section as often as she should, but then again she enjoyed the dancing, and that did not happen in the VIP section. She made her way over to Elliot, once she had laid eyes on him, and smirked at the scene before her. Once again, Elliot was paying someone by letting them drink from him arm. She almost considered that tactless, but apparently it was effective. She could see why though, his blood was....superior than that of other blood. Definitely the best tasting she had consumed in all of her years, and she had consumed a lot of blood. She was not surprised at all when she was instantly greeted with a smirk from Elliot, and an offer of a drink. Knowing full well he was referring to her ordering a drink, she smirked, "If you are talking about from yourself, I dare not look as foolish as the leech attatched to your arm." Taking his cup from him, she took a sip, instantly regretting it. Bagged blood. Ugh, that was the absolute worst. Grimacing, she gave his cup back and addressed the waitress. "I will have what he has....except I want the real deal. None of that bagged stuff he seems so fond of." She said, nodding at the waitress before she disappeared to get her drink. "That....is absolutely terrible. One of the most disgusting things I have ever tasted. You really must man up and start drinking like a normal person....or rather, vampire." Granted sure, she knew he didnt order his drinks for her to drink, but that was part of Scarlett that you grew to love... or rather tolerate. She took what she wanted, including your drink. She sat herself down in a seat next to him and surveyed the dance floor. "So is this really what you do when you come here? Sit back and watch, rather than indulge in the fun? She asked with a slight smirk as she took her drink from the waitress and slid her some money. "Keep it all." Waiting for his answer, she took a sip of her cup. Ahhh yes.... that was much better than the crud Elliot had been drinking.

ELLIOT<3LEIGH<33. 1007. I'D SAY IT WAS CRAP, BUT YOU'D BE EXPECTNG THAT! OUTFIT.

[elliot thomas williams]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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Elliot swirled his glass around with his free hand, hearing the ice clink, his eyes ever so often drifting to idly look over the vampire pulling the blood from his wrist. He even only raised an eyebrow at the slight pain of the worker digging his fangs in just that little bit more but didn’t stop him. Honestly, the feeling relaxed Elliot and soothed him… almost like a massage but for the soul. Elliot enjoyed going to the club, the smell itself was something that was exquisite even if he couldn’t indulge himself.

Looking down at the dance floor, he sipped on his drink slowly and his eyes zoned straight in on a familiar figure. Scarlett. It wasn’t of any great surprise that she was in her since this was her scene… far more than it was his anyway. The red dress she wore suited her body perfectly and Elliot pursed his lips a little, the tips of his fangs scraping the outside of his mouth. It was hard for a man in his twenties to not get certain feelings, particularly when he hadn’t been able to do what every teenage boy had at least thought about and had a woman waiting for him who was extremely attractive. Surprisingly, some sweeps of jealousy panged through him as he watched her grind on another

He returned the smirk that Scarlett sent up to him from the dance floor and kept his eyes trailing on her as she made her way to the steps up to the VIP section where he currently was. Elliot kept his smirk on his face and lifted his hand a little for the waitress to come and give a drink to his wife to be. Funnily enough, it was also the hand that still bore the scar from his blood bond which he swore to, when he was only six, for Scarlett. His eyes didn’t resist the urge to drop to see her hips swaying as she walked. Asking her for a drink, Elliot’s head tilted slightly at her response but quickly turned to look at the vampire stick enjoying wrist. Placing his glass down, Elliot reached over and flicked the vampire off. ”I think that’s enough, no?” He smiled at the quick nod and thank you that he got before they scuttled off elsewhere and somewhere Elliot could care less about.

”You certainly wouldn’t, Scar. But that’s because you are not desperate.” Bringing his wrist in front of him, he licked a finger to wipe away at the trickling blood, waiting for his healing to bring the skin back together. Wiping the excess blood off with his index finger, Elliot didn’t hesitate in bringing it up to her level, his eyebrows rising in almost permission. ”I know how much you hate wasted blood.”

His smirk stayed on his face as she took the glass from him and he barely had time to say that she would regret that before she had already taken a sip and judging by her face, wasn’t impressed. Elliot stayed quiet as she talked and addressed the waitress about getting her own preference of drink. ”That might be a lesson in taking other people’s drinks?” He said numbly and calmly, his head still tilted in her direction. ”I like it.” Elliot spoke with a small shrug, taking another sip from his glass. It was a well concealed lie of course… it tasted disgusting but he would tolerate it. It was the main reason he only drank blood when he actually had to, rather than out of enjoyment. Previous to tonight, he hadn’t drunk even bagged blood in about a day and a half. He didn’t need it. Elliot was never found in fights as his job was to primarily avoid that situation. Eli didn’t even bat an eyelid at the slight insult given to him about being a man. Conflict was avoidable.

As she sat in the seat next to him, Elliot rested his arm on her arm rest, almost a typical sign of male protection. It wasn’t that he believed she needed it as Scarlett was much older as a vampire than he was, and so technically stronger but testosterone was a funny business and it wasn’t even intentional. Everyone would know upon looking that she was going to belong to the royal family in a certain sense soon and if that didn’t shout power, who knew what did.

”I suppose so. I don’t especially believe it would look great if the diplomat for the Royal family was grinding on vampires below… many of whom are rotters, as you well know. Though, I do have to wonder why Nathan would allow them as they won’t be contributing economically.” It was another half-truth, of course. He couldn’t join in because the temptation was just far too strong, both for the blood and for sex. By vampire years, he was only very young. Most vampires were lucky to have developed complete control of their blood lust by forty if they were lucky… he was only twenty five, and six of those had been as a human.

Elliot glanced to the side and noticed the prying eyes looking in, and whilst he didn’t mind, at the same time he did. He was constantly with people, either through his job or his position and it was very rare that he could actually get any privacy… least of all with Scarlett. ”Would you prefer to go to one of the booths?” Elliot smiled lightly at her, his eyes warm. He really did enjoy her company… the main reason he didn’t mind the deal that had been made.

Linking his hand with hers, Elliot pulled her up slowly and wrapped an arm around her as they headed to one of the more private parts of the club. He let her sit in the booth first, his arm waving for another drink to be brought over, though not for her for a very good reason. Letting the waitress place the glass down carefully on the table, Elliot paid handsomely once more and took a large swig of the bagged blood before pulling the curtain closed for extra privacy. Turning slowly to Scarlett, he gave her a grin and, with a hand on her thigh just barely under her dress, leaned in close to her. Her smell was intoxicating to him though he would never bite through, instead pushing small kisses to her jaw.

Stroking his hand up her back as she moved, Elliot sat back a little and rested his head back against the padded seat. They were sat extremely close and it exposed his pale neck for her, his artery visible and offering position. It was an extremely intimate and trusting position for any vampire, particularly a royal who rarely let anyone near his neck but she had free access. It would be the closest they could get to actual sex until they were married. It was just a shame he could never have it in return. Letting out a small sigh as he felt fangs press against his skin, Elliot smiled at the feeling, his eyes closing during the moment.

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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YOU BLUSHED AND SMILED, AND SAID YOU WOULD STAY.
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[/color] Saucy!!
( STATUS )[/color] Finished!
( TAGGED )[/color] Sammie/Scar
( WORDS )[/color] 1193
( MUSIC )[/color] Not by choice.
( OUTFIT )[/color] Here.
( CREDIT )[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[scarlett lorraine alcorn]

Scarlett made her way up the stairs to the vip section, letting her eyes scan across the dance floor as she assended. She noticed the guy she had been dancing with had already moved onto another girl. Had she not spotted Elliot when she did, she definitely would have been snacking on his blood right about now. He had smelled.... delectable, thought not quite so as Elliot did. Anyone who had had Elliots blood would agree that it is the best, and she was no different. She however, did not beg for it as others did. She found it pathetic and degrading, and she would not appear that way to anyone, especially a man she was apparently set to spend the rest of eternity with. Or until one of them were perminately killed, which ever happened to come about first.

She did not mind the whole set up so much though. Elliot was devistatingly handsome, and Scarlett had found that she rather enjoyed the mans company. She hadn't always felt that way though. When it was reveled to the girl twenty one years ago that she was being bargained in a deal with the Royals, she was less than pleased. She was in the same situation that she was in before she was turned. Honestly, it was part of the reason she why she had so willing let Nathan end her human life. To escape a life in which she did not, nor would ever have control of. Yet here she was again, being promised to a man. Only, she could have died laughing when she arrived at the blood bonding to find out that she was not being promised to a man at all, but a mere child. It was despicable... pathetic....disgusting even. She had even refused to acknowledge it for several years. Though as he grew older, it wasn't so bad. And now, they were friends. Or at least she considered them so. She enjoyed Elliot's company, and her eyes often lit up when she laid eyes on him. It honestly was not a bad deal at all in her books.

Flashing him a grin, she crossed the floor to stand by his side, allowing her eyes to drop to the vampire who was currently drinking from his wrist. She could instantly smell the tantalizing smell of Elliot's sweet blood, making her thirstier than she really should have been. Smirking as the other vampire scurried off, she winked at Elliot. "You are very correct in that statement. I am not desperate. No matter how......lovely your blood may taste. And trust me, it is lovely." She watched as he used a finger to wipe up the access blood from his wrist. Damn, it smelled absolutely tempting. Smirking ever so slightly at his comment, she raised a brow "You know me so well." she said, taking the offering of his blood covered finger into her mouth, slowly sucking the blood off. Pulling off with a pop, she grinned and winked, "Mmmm....perfect as always. She said, licking her lips slightly, testing to see if there were any traces of blood left to be found.

She could feel her face twist up in a grimace at the bitter taste that assaulted her as she sipped from Elliot's cup. It was clearly old blood. Disgusting, stale, old human blood. this stuff probably hadn't been in a body for weeks....months even. She would never understand how Elliot could drink such an atrocious drink. It was disgusting. Ordering her own drink, a proper drink, she pulled another face at Elliot. "I would certainly not get your hopes up on that one dear. It is who I am. Ask Nathan. He rarely gets to drink an entire drink to himself. Part of the entire package. Even I have flaws." she said with a grin as she took her own drink and took a sip. "I find it hard to believe that anyone could enjoy that.... even rotters or exiles. Its just.....disgusting. To each their own I suppose. Guess that would be your flaw" she said with a tone that implied it was a joke. She knew that all Elliot drank was bagged blood, a life style he apparently chose. All she knew was that she could never do that... ever. She liked to feel the blood pumping through the body as she fed. There was no fun in bagged blood.

Scarlett leaned in ever so slightly as Elliot rested on her arm rest. Things were comfortable with them. They were to a point they did sort of act like a couple, well, in her eyes. Who knew how things appeared to an out side source, or hell, even to Elliot. She glanced at him as he spoke, laughing ever so slightly. "If you hadn't put that negotiator part in, I would almost think you meant that as a not so sly dig, Elliot." She shrugged slightly as she took a sip. "Maybe he just finds it too difficult to keep them out.... or maybe they liven things up... or maybe he simply does not care. Nathan works in mysterious ways and after one hun-many years, I still do not fully understand the guy. Probably never will." She said, dismissing the whole thing. She did not mind questioning motives of Nathan, as she did so often herself, but this was a matter that really did not have any effect on her, nor did she find it to be too big of a deal. If Nathan wanted to deal with it, he would in his own manner.

She allowed her eyes to drift the dance floor again, watching as bodies pressed against bodies and moved with the music. She rarely was on this side of the club, and it was a pretty different experience to see it from a different angle like so. Hearing his voice again, she turned her face back to his with a soft smile. "That sounds lovely, absolutely." She could sense eyes on them. Something she had grown accustomed to over a considerable amount of time, yet it never ceased to be annoying to the girl. Placing her hand in his, she stood up and smiled ever so slightly as he placed his arm around her. It almost felt....protective. The only other person who had ever been protective of her before in her life, and afterlife, had been Nathan. It was not that she particularly needed protection. She was fairly old and fairly strong. Only vampire older than her really stood a chance against her, but it was nice nonetheless to feel protected.

Elliot led her to a more secluded part of the club, and she slid into the booth as he waved down the waitress and sat down himself. She had assumed that he was ordering another drink for the both of them, but when he ordered for only himself, she figured out there was a very good reason why they were headed to a private booth.... and she liked where this was going. As he closed the curtian, she crossed her left leg over her right, and tucked her foot behind his leg, running it over his calf as his hand rested on her thigh. As he leaned in, she was almost certain that he would sink his fangs into her throat, infact, she was waiting on that familiar sensation. But instead, she heard him inhale, then felt his lips pressing kisses along her jawline.

Pushing the table the little she could move it, she shifted to where she was straddling him, pressed against him due to the tight space. She gave a wicked grin as he tilted his head, exposing his neck for her. It would be the very first time Scarlet had ever drank directly from Elliots neck. It was considered to be extremely intimate for vampires to allow another to drink from that position.... it was a trust thing. And from experience, Scarlett found it to be a way more pleasurable feeling to be drank from via the neck. She hoped that Elliot found it to be the same. For the sake of his blood, he was to be completely pure until after their wedding. Something that almost made her laugh because it was so....outdated. They did not have long though before they could be fully intimate with one another though, and this would have to do until then. Placing a hand on his cheek, She kissed at his jawline, and down his neck until she could feel the heavy beating with her lips. She kissed the spot ever so softly before sinking her fangs in, practically moaning at the sweet blood that instantly filled her mouth. This was by far the best blood experience she had ever had.... ever.

It was almost impossible for Scarlett to pull herself away, but somehow she managed, pulling her fangs out and licking and kissing at the puncture wounds until he healed up. She let out a "Mmmmmmmm, Delicious." as she kissed back up his neck and jawline, before pressing her lips to his and pulling back slightly. "You know. It really isnt fair that I get to have all the fun of drinking your blood, yet, you never take from me. It is not what Im used to..." She said, removing her hand from his cheek and bringing it to her neck, using a nail to cut a tiny line. She could feel a small stream of warm blood bubbling up from the cut, and running ever so slowly down her neck. "I think you would enjoy my blood.... even if it is not near as tasty as your own... You surely can not let that blood go to waste... or ruin this dress."

ELLIOT<3LEIGH<33. 1661. They're sexy. I love them... I actually like this?OUTFIT.