DRINKS, WHORES, AND VAMPIRES

[breannan cora cleirigh]

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WORDS LIKE VIOLENCE BREAK THE SILENCE
_{COME CRASHING IN, INTO MY WORLD. PAINFUL TO ME, PEIRCE RIGHT THROUGH ME.}
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Club Taboo. It reeked of sex, cheap alcohol, and money. An exclusive bar/stripping center that boasted of the richest and most exclusive patrons, most of them human, except for the rare night that Breannan Cleirigh decided to drop in. Which, at that particular night, he had.

Breannan smiled up at the bartender as she placed his drink down gently, trying not to look him in the eyes. That was hard to do; his gaze was sharp and piercing. No one in the club knew him; the entire load of drinking, laughing men completely human. He inhaled deeply; none of them seemed too important either. Just rich business owners looking to flirt with strippers and maybe catch an hour or two in the club’s exclusive back rooms. Breannan felt isolated, and liked it that way. It was much easier to think when the pressure was drained away. When he escaped to tasteless human places such as that very club, it was like he was draining pus from an infected wound.

Not that he hated his job or his responsibility, he loved the power he held, but indulging in that inner evil that would always linger was when he felt the best. Breannan smiled. Last time, he had found himself a woman who, in the process of dying, offered her son in exchange for her own life. That had been rather disappointing, but draining her had proven to be exhilarating. This time, he wanted sex. Rough, passionate sex. He didn’t care what, how, or who, but Breannan was ready for something more than just mindless violence. He was ready for mindless procreation. Breannan grinned at the bartender passed, but she tried her best to ignore his steady advances. He didn’t want some whore; he wanted something almost out of his reach.

She would come around.

He stirred the ice around his vodka, watching the tinted liquid wash around. Breannan took a sip, but tasted nothing. He sighed. It was the same with human food; nothing but blood tasted like anything to him. Older vampires like him were the same; they only tasted the salty satisfaction of the human life-force.

One of the more courageous whores slid into the seat next to him. She was blond, which was a good start. He turned to smile at her, and she smiled haughtily back. But when she reached up to touch his shoulder, he grimaced. She still smelled like another man, and a throbbing in her abdomen told him she was pregnant. Probably not for the first time that month, by the way she grimaced slightly when sitting down. Something must have turned rotten in his gaze, because she was suddenly up and over on the opposite side of the room, curves and all.

He sighed again, and turned back to the bartender, who seemed to be even more wary. What did he expect from a human brothel, anyway?

Suddenly he was aware of another presence, next to him. He stiffened slightly. The lingering scent that hit him this time was not lusty or perfume-dank. It wasn’t even human. How in the fuck had he not noticed a full-fledged vampire male before he was close enough to sit next to him?

Breannan turned, and widened his bright blue eyes in genuine surprise.

“William.” Nathan’s insane older brother. Attractive older brother. Suddenly, Breannan was both wary and hungry at the same time, and a smile spread over his lips. “How… unexpected.” He could use this, to his advantage, maybe even take him out right then and there. He was certainly as strong, if not stronger, than William. But was that even necessary? William was just a crazy bastard. Breannan couldn’t understand this sudden wariness. Or that wild hunger. Should he give in? Nathan was also an afterthought…

Well, Why the fuck not?

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_{TAGGED: William
LYRICS: Lykki Li – I follow rivers
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[william louis avery]

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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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William had been bored. It was his main excuse for visiting a club like this one when even venturing into the city was just short of suicide. As the older brother to one of the most powerful vampires going, he was recognised by any vampire that saw him. Not to mention, he’d been the only one to have ever self-exiled themselves from a life of plenty to a life of need. In Will’s mind, at least he didn’t have that ridiculous guilt weighing over himself anymore when he saw the exiles barely scraping one meal together, whilst he had his recommended five a day.

The smell in the club was perfectly delectable. Forget the cheap alcohol and sweat… just the amount of blood. It had been a risk until he got into the club, but it was worth it for the amount of untouched glory that pumped through these individuals’ arteries. Scraping his hand lightly up the side of one woman grinding against him on the dance floor, William smelled her in as his eyes fluttered shut, resisting the urge to just bite right here with everyone watching. It’d certainly generate so some serious commotion, but that would also lose him out of more than just one or two meals.

William was only at about half strength… the blood flow had been especially limited recently and any he did manage to possess, he shared with the other exiles he had organised into a formidable force. ”Shall we go somewhere more private?” The look he received was almost predatory and he could smell her lust instantly. Silly girl. Within moments, they were in the alley behind the club and Will was biting into her neck, the fear taking over her scent. His hunger meant that Will had drained her within seconds, her body falling dead to the ground.

It hadn’t satisfied him.

Finding himself once more in the club, he scouted for some more fresh meat. Drinking alcohol was almost pointless since he didn’t taste anything and the closest thing he would come to drunk was the bliss that followed drinking rich, pure blood… but that was so rare only the royals and high rollers possessed it. He honestly couldn’t find the effort within him to do that whole chase again so before long, he was in a private booth draining another girl. Sadly, he was on a time limit. Will would need enough time to get back to the exile camp before sunrise… another luxury he no longer had and probably what bothered him more than anything. As a creature who appreciated natural beauty, the lack of daylight in his life was haunting.

Draining the beauty quickly, he hadn’t even wiped his mouth before another scent assaulted him. Well, this was interesting. He could smell royalty. William quietly hoped it was the young one… the one with the sweet blood he’d been hearing all about. Sniffing some more, Will factored that out… this royalty was older. Much older. Well, who didn’t need more excitement in their lives?

”A Cleirigh” Will dropped somewhat ungracefully into the seat beside the royal leader, spinning slightly to rest his chin on his palm on the bar. He slowly swiped a finger to the edges of his mouth before sucking it off quickly, his eyes drifting and evaluating his new bar mate. “William.” ”Yes! Yes, I’m a William too. What a coincidence that you said a name and it was mine, no?” He didn’t give a chance for Breannan to answer the rather odd question before he had turned to the barmaid staring at them. Flashing his most charming grin at her, he swept his eyes over the drinks lining the back wall. ”Just… anything that’s red… or green. I like green, too.” Blinking at him for a moment, the barmaid seemed to just accept it before getting to work. Some believed no-one could be as crazy as he was but there was a fine line between genius and crazy after all.

”Mmm, it is rather. Still, I’ve heard many things about you and least of those things I would expect would be to find you in a place like this. Vampires got you down?” Will leaned in slightly at the last part, his fearless nature shining through. You could say it was suicide. Even though he’d just drank from two humans, his blood levels were not at the top and even if they were… Breannan was almost 200 years older than him. He wasn’t the leader of the royals for nothing.

William didn’t hesitate to once more look up and down his opponent, taking in the lean body and muscles that made up the leader. He was definitely extremely attractive, Will would give him that. Honestly, the vampire hadn’t come looking for that tonight and who even knew what Breannan went for. Flicking his tongue out, he barely licked at the blood that still stained parts of his lips, a devilish smirk adorning his features. Maintaining eye contract, Will picked up the glass handed to him and took a swig, the liquid barely tasting of anything to him. He missed the days when he could get blind drunk from human alcohol… funny really since he didn’t exactly need it.

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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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_{( NOTES )}

[/color] So much fun haha.
( STATUS )[/color] Finished!
( TAGGED )[/color] Breannan/Pru
( WORDS )[/color] 875
( MUSIC )[/color] Wham! :P
( OUTFIT )[/color] Here.
( CREDIT )[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]