Don't Play With Your Food {Rom, Luka, openish}

[AJ Romanov]

No matter what they'd become... At least they still had each other.

That was the mantra that AJ had come to live by and the touch of her brothers hand grounded her. Sure, she knew the rumors about them. There were those who took their devotion to each other as some sort of sick, twisted relationship but in all honesty... It was the one thing they both knew they could count on. No matter what happened, they were blood and they would always be there for each other. As In life... so be it in death. Their traumatic past hadn't exactly lent itself to the ability to trust others and so they had learned only to count on themselves

As they trudge through the docks, the female kept her senses alert and she felt the stiffening of her brothers frame. He was obviously fighting the need to feed... again. It was the one reason she hated to push him out into society like this because the temptation almost became to much for her sibling. Unfortunately, at times like this.... It had to be done.

Suddenly, from out of the gloom, a huge building loomed and the glamour that kept it from human eyes lifted to reveal the true face underneath. It was, indeed, THE CHURCH.

"Well, well.... Looks like its time to crash the party.... I do hope they have some decent entertainment." AJ drawled sarcastically before disengaging herself form Rom and moving towards the door. "May the Virgin Mother reward us for our search."

The old building might have seemed harmless to some but it only took a finely tune sense of smell to catch the whifs of blood rolling out of the club. Drawn despite her disgust with animalistic blood letting, the female made her way through the entrance and slashed a cold look about the place. What she saw only assured her that she was definitely in the right place. This club had all hte markings of the devils playground and the undercurrent of evil was a breathable thing

Sending an arched look back over her shoulder to her brother, she gave a slight nod and then headed for the bar. Even as she moved, she kept the occupants in view and never let herself be in a position of weakness. With Rom at her back, she knew she didn't have to worry on that front but this sort of place... well, they'd learned better than to be careless.

Sliding up to the bar, the petite brunette made note of a particularly nasty group of weres just a few seats down and smiled evilly. One of them was vaguely familiar and it occurred to her that his face was on a reward notice the House had received from the Council. This could just get fun after all!

"Roman, darling... I do hope your packing... I think we are in need of a little .... Mixer to get this party going.. Don't you think?" she drawled as the bartender pushed a glass of vodka in front of each of them. "I believe that there is at least one person in here whose acquaintance I would like to meet... and I'm sure he's going to be devastated by my ... charms...."

Smirking wickedly, Aj tossed back her drink and then motioned the bartender closer. Leaning over hte wood, she gave him instructions and then watched as he went down a few stools and poured the group of four werewolves a round. The leader immediately looked in her direction and got an arrogant look upon his features. He obviously hadn't figured out the cryptic message she had instructed the bartender to deliver with it.

[Alek Romanov]

Roman hung onto his sister’s words like a lifeline, clenching his jaw so tightly, that he was expecting his molars to explode. The pulsing bodies around the front of the building and inside…oh, it would be so easy to let go. He practically salivated at the thought; at the image of his body pressed close to so many others, their head tilted to reveal those beautiful necks…

He shuddered and passed his free hand over his eyes. Yes, while other, normal men were imagining women with coy smiles and pretty faces…he was imagining bare necks. No, he wasn’t insane! He was just an acquired taste.

God, there was a reason why those in his House gave him his space.

With a fond shake of his head, the vampire just smiled at his sister. Anastasia’s version of ‘worthy entertainment’ was a bit different than other people’s…normally involving fists, bodies on the floor and a helluva lot of mayhem. He supposed that they were a pair; definitely related in their inability to fit in with normal society.

Then again, as he liked to think…normal was definitely overrated.

Letting AJ take the lead, he kept his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the back of his sister’s head. He bit the inside of his lip until he tasted blood, clinging to the sting as much as he did his fellow vampire’s words. He needed to keep himself grounded to reality, if he was to help her with their newest assignment. Given that it was the first time in almost half a century that he’d been out of the compound, he was definitely in the mood to show everyone once and for all, that he could be useful.

…And he wasn’t all crazy. Maybe more than 50%, but not completely crazy.

With a martyred sigh as the older Romanov spoke again, Roman just shook his head. He looked down at the vodka in front of him in distaste, but downed the liquid courage anyway. “Just don’t burn the place down again, alright?” He replied, raising a brow at her before following her gaze to the men across the room. “I just got this suit dry cleaned.”

When the bartender left, he cast a questioning look in her direction, then leaned sideways on the bar, watching as the scene unfolded. In all the centuries that they’d been alive, she hadn’t changed one bit. As usual, when he found himself sitting still in a crowded place, a few enticing mortals wandered up and tried to catch his attention. Moving a bit closer to AJ, he cleared his throat and nodded toward the Were’s, pushing off of his stool like it was on fire.

“Why don’t we go pay a house call, sister? This could take all night, and I feel myself getting a bit restless.”

[AJ Romanov]

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Any day.
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe.
Whenever she is raging
She takes life away

Funny.

A bit of humor from her normally satire brother. Really, was it HER fault that the last time they'd confronted an enemy together the idiot had tried to run away and ended up setting the curtains on fire when he burst into flames? Truly, she couldn't be expected to cover ALL outcomes could she?

Smirking a bit, AJ tossed back her vodka and raised a brow at the approaching were. Languidly pushing away from the bar, she made a show of flipping her long dark hair off one shoulder and then moved forward with her own unique, cat like stride. With her black coat swirling around her, she eyed the beasts and then smirked as she spoke to Roman.


"Thats an excellent idea, brother mine." she tossed back over her shoulder as she watched the were's fall into line behind their leader. "Do you think these boys know how to use those weapons their packing or are they just for show? I'm willing to bet money that I can kill the big one before any of their blades clear leather."

Then, there was no more time for talk as the two groups met in the middle of the walkway and the huge man in front smirked down at her. Standing at about 6'4" and weighing over 200 lbs, he was a brute of a being that towered over AJ's petite form.

"Well well... What have we here? Little Red Riding Hood come to play with the big bad wolf?? Your just my sort of morsel, sweet cheeks.Please tell me your here to make my night more interesting."

Arching a brow coolly, the petite beauty tilted her head sideways and let her gaze travel over his form. When she was done, she gave him a smirk of her own and drawled out in her thick Russian brogue.

"Oh... Well, that I think I can DEFINITELY garentee you, sir. That my whole mission for the night in fact. However.. I think you'll find that my idea and your idea of interesting are vastly different..... Don't you think Roman?"

Tossing the question to her sibling but not expecting an answer, AJ saw the were's gaze drop to her black and crimson corset and the cleavage it reveled. Men... They were all the same. Alive, Dead, Undead..... they were all animals. Before she could retort, the were's hamfisted hands reached out and yanked her hard against his body an she felt his nose go sniffing at her face and neck. Just the opportunity she was hoping for.

Using her preternatural speed, the female slammed the palm of her hand up into the were's chin and levered him back. As a grunt of pain escape him, she grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head down so that she could whisper in his ear.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that its impolite to grab a woman unless she asks you too??? Oh, thats right.. You must have missed that lesson because I happen to know of a small village in France that you rape and killed eight women in.... Not to mention the 13 year old girl that you bit and then tortured to the point of death before she was forced through the change all alone. A young girl I had to put out of her misery because of filth like you."

Roaring his outrage, the were in her grasp twisted his face and snapped at her. Immediately, his eyes started to dialate and she could feel the change ripping through his skin. With a disgusted sigh, AJ felt her blade drop into her palm right before she brought it up and gutted the creature like the beast he was. As blood flowed hot and wet down her hand and arm, the dark haired vampire let her fangs pops out and then she bit savagely into the were's neck while he still had a pulse in his throat. With a satisfying pop, she tore back and dropped the now limp body to twitch on the ground. The other three were's stared in disbelief at their fallen comrade.

Tilting her head and in complete disregard for the fact that her own front was now covered in blood, AJ leveled a gaze on them and arched a brow.

"Come now, boys... Don't disappoint me and tell me you don't want to play too."

Roaring in rage, the three remaining weres took the bait and launched themselves in the siblings direction. Grinning evily, the older Romanov called out.

"Time to let the beast come out and play, brother dearest. Waste not.. Want not!" she drawled out just before she ducked a grasping arm and sliced a nice sized slash in a stomach. Shoving the injured were in Roman's direction, she smiled nastily and waited for the next attack.

Oh, she did so love indulging her brother.

[Alek Romanov]

It was with a shake of his head and yet another sigh that Roman followed his sister through the throng of dancers. He could feel his incisors nicking his bottom lip as faceless bodies brushed against his, but managed to tamp down on the hunger. It just wouldn’t do to leave his kin’s side so that he could have a snack before the meal. What would AJ say? ‘Don’t spoil his appetite?’

A dark smile slid onto his lips as the Were’s flanked their leader, who faced off with AJ like she was some child to be doted on. It would be the stupid man’s last; thinking that his sister was anything but a formidable opponent.

It was one thing that he was saddened to see over the years; the once strong, yet innocent Anastasia turn herself into such a hardened warrior. She’d done it to protect the both of them, he knew, as their…circumstances after they’d been changed were less than satisfying. He himself couldn’t remember most of that early year, his mind more than half immersed in the need to hunt. Anastasia had been on her own, afraid, dogging his every step to make sure he didn’t draw too much attention to them…she’d had to become as fierce and hard as she was now.

At least the ‘untamable’ part was still the same, he thought with a little smile. She had always been the brash, reckless sister, and he’d loved her for it.

But right then, when said brashness had her sauntering up to a pack of wolves, whose leader proceeded to get into her personal space? He was really missing the innocent AJ. Why couldn’t they have just gone in, killed them quietly and left? Oh NO, his sister must have her pound of flesh…

Whatever reasonable thought he was able to have, however, disappeared from his mind as blood sprayed the air. He hadn’t been too worried when AJ had been grabbed, as he’d known she could take care of herself…but when blood hit his nose and he saw the pack of brawny men charge his sister?

He was lost, rabid…enraged.

When the Were stumbled toward him, Roman flew forwards, digging his fangs into the exposed neck. Blood burst on his tongue and he moaned at the sweet taste, taking a few gulps before moving on. His mind screamed ‘MORE!’ and he obliged it, going after one particularly stupid man looking to attack AJ’s unexposed throat. From his back, he took out a dagger and swung his arm up in an arc, catching the shifter by surprise. The blade disappeared underneath the man’s jaw and the body fell like bricks to the side.

[Luka Neverov]

The air in the CHURH was thick with dark energy; so much so that the Russian could feel the stimulating vibrations all the way to the marrow of his bones. Tonight the vampire was a quiet, chaotic observer. Having starved himself to the point of frenzied compulsion; every moving body in the club was a temptation.
His gums ached where the small sharp fangs pierced the tender flesh; the hunger in his belly a corporal thing that writhed and was currently trying to claw its way out of him.

And what it did to his psyche was equivalent to what it did to his body. Graphic images of blood shed and bedlam diseased his mind; each vivid visual assault throwing him deeper into the black hole of depravity.
Luka watched with a kind of sick detachment, envisioning the grotesque things he could do to each breathing body that unluckily passed his line of sight.

Dead, obsidian eyes trailed a group of rowdy patrons as they passed him at the bar; the pungent woodsy smell of them prickling the vampire’s interest.
-Wolves-
Luka usually didn’t care for their kind. They were too subdued on his palate; a far cry from the pure intensity of human blood.
Still, the dark thirst was all consuming. He cared not if the crimson came from a werewolf, a demon, or a dead bloated rat.

The pain. The pain was such a euphoric thing. Unforgiving hands tugging his intestine up around his throat; tightening, tightening with each passing moment. Luka was unmistakably intoxicated from the agony. The only thing that would more satisfying was more pain…not self inflicted but passionate, heat of the moment type pain.

Luka’s dark eyes fell on the face of a Machiavellian angel. She moved with feline grace and had an air of waywardness about her. The dark seraph was accompanied by another sinister cherub, both of them so beautiful the Russian wanted to weep from it.
The scene the vampire imagined between the three of them was a nightmarish divination of lust and torture and release and death. Luka’s mouth parted and an unbidden moan escaped; his fang dripped ravenous venom.

Playing absently with the lip of his tumbler, Luka watched as the dark angel and her comrade teased the filthy dogs down the way. He downed the icy vodka with a grimace, and wiped the moisture from his mouth with the cuff of his black button-down shirt.
The liquor did nothing to staunch the thirst, but it effectively muted the demons wrecking havoc in his brain.

A dark, foreboding grin stretched across his boyish face.
The place was so full of light and life.
He wanted to snuff every candle and ride on the wings of blazing death.

When he could hold back no longer the Russian leapt backwards from his stool, going airborne for a moment as he bounded towards one of the werewolves. His mouth clamped down on the tender throat at the thing’s jugular, and he pulled away with a chunk of seeping muscle and fat. Spitting the soft tissue and fur out, he pulled the lycanthrope close and inhaled deeply of the gaping, oozing wound. Fireworks exploded behind his closed lids as the maddening aroma stirred the furious beast into a paroxysm. He would not drink from this filth. The thirst clenched his gut at the mere thought. It wanted something else…something…like… heaven.

His hands curled into claws as he let out a wild howl, diving in for more handfuls of pelt.
The werewolf was much to slow compared to the frenzied vampire, who seemed only a blur of black as he tore the creature limb from limb.
Once that one was reduced to mere fleshy tissue and gaping wounds, Luka moved onto another one; blissfully ignorant to how the siblings might react to his intruding on their waltz of legs and fists and the glint of silver blade.

By the time the werewolves were slaughtered, Luka was drenched in vibrant crimson and panting eagerly. He twisted toward the male and female and wiped a hand across his stained lips. “That vas fun. Do you vant to dance?” A low, guttural laugh bubbled up from his throat.

[AJ Romanov]

Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me
Fallen angel, tell me why
What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart

All the Kings horses and all the Kings men couldn't put the big bad wolves back together again.

Standing amide the blood bath, AJ knew her eyes were blazing and more than one patron screamed in terror as she flashed her ivory fangs. Every sense was poised on the edge of explosion and the crimson liquid that flowed down her throat only served to heighten her hunger. She blood of the wicked always had that effect on her and she relished it with the same savage grace as she did chocolate.

Not to mention that when it was the wicked that fell... She didn't feel the least bit guilty for allowing her brother to feast his hearts content. After all, what was the harm in letting him feast from the throats of the damned anyways? No one was hurt by the action... Well, almost noone, she noted as Roman dropped another body.

But then.. Those that were weren't around long enough to object now were they?

Letting a slow, savage smile slide across her pretty face, AJ saw other were's in the room start to converge on their little party and prepared herself for another battle. A shadow flashing through the air registered just before another wolf launched himself at her and the fight was on. Vaguely, she was aware that another predator had joined the fray and her blood raced with the certainty that their true prey had arrived.

Moving quickly forward, the petite russian duchess blocked a killing swipe of paws and then carved the aggressor up like a thanksgiving turkey. As the blood flowed, she took strength from the thick liquid before shoving it back to face off with the only remaining person... thing... standing in the room.

In an instant, AJ knew him for who... and what.. he was. They had found their query. After almost a hundred years searching... They had finally found him.


LUKA

As the knowledge rang in her head, the young woman arched a brow at the vampire and paced sideways in a clockwise motion around him. Experience had told her that grouping together would make it easier for him to take them on so she fell back on her military training.

"Dance?" she drawled out in her mother tongue. "Is this what they call it in america? I call it putting down a rabid dog.... The only merciful thing to do when they've outlived their usefulness."

Tilting her head slightly, Aj let her gaze drift over his frame. Time had dimmed the effects of his angelic looks but she hadn't forgotten his chiseled features. Now, faced with the truth of his appeal, she swallowed hard and fought the need to vomit. It seemed wrong that such evil could be housed in a body that would have given Satan himself a run for his money when it came to beauty.

But then... Wasn't that half of his appeal? The reason women flocked to him? Combined with his charismatic ability, it was a lethal weapon. She herself had not been proof against it, had she? Those very things had drawn her and her brother both into his web of cruelty.

Pushing those thoughts away, AJ forced herself to focus on the man before her. Her mind whirled with strategies and plans. Should she reveal her hand now? Or should she wait? It seemed to easy to take him here and now. No doubt he was far more powerful than they had at first thought so she decided to let him wonder instead. Attacking here and now was not in their best interest and would only give their true intent away.

Glancing sideways, the female exchanged a speaking glance with Roman that she knew he'd understand and then relaxed her stance. The dagger in her hand disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and her expression grew bored.

"I must say... The hospitality of your country is sadly lacking, moy droog. Is this how you greet all your patrons or were these dogs party favors?"

[Alek Romanov]

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

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God, it felt so good to sink down into that soft madness. He had fun with the whimpering werewolf under his claw-like fingers; ripping, tearing, biting, until there was nothing left but a quivering pile of dying flesh. He could practically smell the soul as it floated up toward the ceiling toward better rewards. Could he follow it? Catch a glimpse of that bright golden gate before he went back to his Hell?

The hunger gnawing at his belly answered that question for him. All too soon, the fight was over as another body intervened in the siblings’ fight, stealing some of the gamey prey for himself. For a few minutes, Alek couldn’t see; his eyes clouded over by a haze of beautiful red.

It was everywhere, all around him; pounding with the music, sliding up and down…sex without touching. He bit into the neck of a poor fool that stumbled from his sister’s grasp and into his side, trying to appease the growling in his head. His body worked through the blood so fast sometimes, that he expected to shrivel up on the floor and turn to dust. Wouldn’t that be fun? Turn to dust and fly around the world, free as a bird, waiting for God to forgive him for his sins. Our Father, who art in Heaven…

It took the younger Romanov a good few minutes to regain his senses. He stood amongst the slowly changing bodies of the once-cocky Were’s, next to his sister, his face and hands sticky with blood. Absently looking down at one just about to breathe his last breath, he wiped the side of his mouth with his sleeve. He could almost hear Mother’s voice in the back of his head, scolding him for his bad table manners. He smiled against the course material of his jacket.

But those good memories didn’t last long, when that darkly familiar voice cut across the pounding music surrounding them. He froze, instantly going tense, his lip curling back in a silent snarl. Catching that telling look from AJ, he did his best to wipe his face clean of emotion and fight the urge to attack…or was that flee?

In an attempt to keep himself still, he stood slightly behind his sister, hands clasped behind his back and body military stiff. He liked to fall back into those old habits when he felt the growling begin in his head, and this time was no different. Trusting Anastasia to handle the political aspect of their meeting, he kept silent.




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[Luka Neverov]

Hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster
Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back
When you hide, hide inside that body
But just remember that when I touch you
The more you shake, the more you give away

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Luka let loose an appreciative chuckle, bringing his pale fingers to his lips to inhale the ruby droplets that linger on the tips. His eyes sparkled with ominous excitement, the onyx orbs traveling over the bisque skin and sharp hazel eyes. Her voice, as well as his gaze ghosting over the entrancing male that fell in behind her roused a familiar thrill within the Russian, but thanks to that commanding hunger, he was immediately distracted.

“Some patron come for dance, drink.” He replied, and begun to slowly circle the pair as if he were a predator devouring them with his stare. “Some come for promise of fulfillment, for ve offer an array of taboo pleasures looked down upon by most…”
His voice dripped with dark promise; invitation. “A number of unfortunate patron come to full our guts or merely to provide entertainment."

With that Luka gestured to the broken bodies of the werewolves, currently being removed by a few of the vampire’s employees. The Russian paused in his circling to regard the quiet male, recognizing the look of desperate chaos behind his lowered lashes. He inhaled deeply of it, that sense of stimulating awareness prickling his consciousness again.
The heavy aroma of blood mingled with the smell of the vampire’s abruptly concentrated malice wrenched at Luka’s inner beast.

He drew a tongue across his lower lip and imagined coaxing the pair below, to the chambers of his favorite toys. He wanted to please the otherworldly seraphs, and to be pleased by them. And then he wanted to shatter that corporal bond between them. Images of black feathery wings and broken bodies stirred an almost erotic hunger in the immortal. He inhaled sharply once more, letting it out as a low moan.

“If you vill not dance, please, share drink vith me.” Luka tilted his head to the bar where a tender was obediently waiting. “If I recognize inflection in tone, I think you vill find my private Vodka collection vill not displease.”

And then the seemingly cordial vampire bowed his head with a devilish smile; one arms extended towards a row of stool that seemed to have been cleared for them.

[AJ Romanov]

The palm of your hand, that was your plan
gave me no time but now you want mine
It's all about take, you took too much
Nothing inside I'm all used up
Come on
You... you
Nothing else matters like
You do
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Don't you
what goes around comes around
You should know by now


God. It was so hard to keep the inner monster leased as she stared across the space separating her from the creature responsible for making their lives a living hell. Literally and figuratively. Her vampire side cried out for revenge even as her logical mind hissed in satisfaction. Finally, after all this time, they would have the justice they'd long sought but not if she allowed the beast to over play their hand.

Son of a bitch it was hard not to launch herself at him though.

Reaching down to straighten her long black coat in an unconscious motion, AJ forced her emotions back behind closed doors. It would do no good to try to take him in a full frontal assault. The vampire had already noted them and would surely be prepared for some sort of attack. That was vampire nature, wasn't it? Instead, they would bind their time and learn of his weaknesses.

Then, they would destroy him.

That plan firmly in mind, AJ found the ability to merely arch a brow at Luka and then pull a handkerchief from her pocket. Whipping most of the blood from her face and hands, she casually tucked it back in its spot and paced forward gracefully. Never allowing her attention to stray from the other vampire, AJ felt Alek shifting restlessly at her back. She knew that he was finding it hard not to simply launch himself in attack but she hoped he would see the logic in her plan. It was better to know their enemy inside and out before taking any action that would endanger either of them.

Even if she, herself was hard pressed to hid the disgust in her gaze every time she looked at the vile creature. It was sacrilage that such a creature had been given such angelic beauty. But then.. Maybe it wasn't.. Wasn't the devil himself rumored to have such beauty that he was almost unequaled?

Still, what a shame that such devastating good looks would have to be destroyed. AJ enjoyed rare art and Luka's reflection was pure perfection.

For the Moment.

Oh yes, when the moment came, AJ knew she would relish ripping away those looks and casting him into the fires of hell where he belonged. He'd marked paid on his own death warrent the moment he'd touched Alek and she wanted his blood in the worst sort of way. He'd made monsters of them both but the female had come to revel in the position it had allowed her. Her soul purpose was wrapped up in his destruction. The souls of the many innocents he had slaughtered cried out to her for revenge and it was her duty to see it done.

Only then would she be able to rest. Only then would she be able to allow herself peace.

Thank God Alek did not know of her plans.

"Vodka does indeed sound... refreshing." she said coolly as if bodies weren't littering the ground and the trio of them weren't covered in the blood of their enemies. "and if you mean that we speak the superior tongue of our mother country, Russia, then you are correct. We are just visiting your city on business."

Casting Alek a cautioning look over her shoulder, the female vampire moved forward until she stood before the bar. She did not sit, however, as she liked to be prepared for anything.

"We had a long flight but decided to check out the.. accommodations .. in your fair city. I'm not sure whether we should be offended or grateful for the ... welcome extended in your club."

[Luka Neverov]

Luka’s dark eyebrow rose as once again a wave of familiarity washed over him.
That voice…the shrewd way she took in her surroundings…the way she stood. Had they met before in his seemingly everlasting life?
Surely he would remember such fine vampiric specimens; for she and the male were devilish and cherubic in the same instance. Such dark otherworldly beauty encompassed them it seemed a spellbinding vapor; intoxicating him, the need to touch their soft flesh and taste their warm crimson becoming something of a compulsion.

With a knowing nod he slid the shot glasses across the countertop towards his new comrades before downing his own; a shudder crawling up through the Russian as the tang of death fed the beast within. It was only a tease and the monster thirst tugged at his intestines as if to demand more; much, much more. The beast would never be tamed.

“I think it vas fine velcome.” Luka answered her statement with a sly grin that just barely showed the tips of pearly fangs. He glanced nonchalantly at the pool of scarlet that remained on the floor after the werewolf mess had been cleared as if it were merely gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
“I find fight to the death a good vay to start evening, don’t you think?”

The vampire laughed and then shook his head, eyes ghosting to the male that seemed to be hiding behind the woman. Such fierceness had reflected in those crystalline orbs before, when he was tearing into the flesh of the fleabags…the Russian wondered what was causing the reticence now. Was he so very intimidating? Had he not shown the pair anything but amiability thus far?

“Is good to speak vith some vone from Mother Russia.” He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip and as if the tender knew his thoughts, quickly refilled the shot glass with lucid alcohol and a splash of ruby. “I do sometimes miss home, but then I remember how much I hated the tyranny...”
A shadow passed over his face as reveries of that long ago era danced across his twisted soul in poison tipped spike heels. A thin smile crept across his visage and his eyes grew cold and distant when they settled upon the dark female again.

“I am Luka Neverov.” He told her and some of the pandemonium in his mind faded, distracted by her stunning face. “Tell me, how should I call the both of you, or will you forever be know to me as the dark angels?”
His grin returned and it was full of dark promise. The vampire wondered if he could lure them elsewhere; somewhere more private, and fashion them with fleshy wings and halos made of bone. What splendid playthings they would make below, in his private chambers.

Surely such divine creatures could understand how the never-ending existence grew lonely at times. How one that had lived as long as he wished for something to bid his time. He had so much of that cursed thing…time.

“Vod you like I show you around my playground?” Luka asked suddenly, and there was a hint of unbidden hopefulness in his thick brogue.

[AJ Romanov]

Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me
Fallen angel, tell me why
What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart

The road to hell was paved in good intentions.

That is what flickered through AJ's brain as she stood a mere breath away from the creature responsible for all their torment. For the first time in ages, revenge was within their grasp but again.. it was withheld. She'd known that this would be hard but it tested the very fiber of her resolve... the very depth of her sanity. So close yet so far away from the resolution that would give them both closure.

It was as if the gods were taunting them.

The desire to strike out rode the female hard and it caused her to grip her drink tight enough to almost shatter the glass. At the last moment,though, logic took hold and she relaxed enough to lift the vodka to her mouth and toss it back. When her gaze rose to the vampire in front of her, the cool mask she wore was firmly back in place and there was even a bit of banked heat in her eyes as she meet his gaze levelly.

"Dark angels? Oh.. I assure you, Mr. Neverov... We are far from those mythical beings. I am known as Anya... This is my brother Alek." she drawled in a low, husky voice. "This is our first time to your .... interesting city. We find it much to our liking if a bit lacking in the typical.. entertainment that we are used too."

Letting him draw what he would from that comment, AJ let her eyes travel around the bar as if becoming newly interested but subtly took in her brothers posture. She could tell the same emotions chaffed at him as they did her but he was holding it together nicely. Probably because he knew his sister would never dissappoint him or lead him astray. He trusted her to give him the end they both needed.


She only prayed she could succeed. Luke had obviously grown more powerful with time even as they had. He would not be an easy target to best the voice inside her whispered.

But best they would. Or die trying.

That thought resolved anew, the dark haired beauty turned her attention back to Luka. Arching a brow coolly, the female tilted her head and fished her drink before setting the glass down.

"Da... I think we would like a tour of your .. playground you say? The notion is intriguing."

Then, turning to Alek, she waited for his response and studied him with sisterly concern.

"That is .. Unless my brother wishes to continue on our business and return when we have more time...."

[Alek Romanov]

A spark of intensity lit up inside the vampire’s eyes as he watched his maker bring crimson colored fingers to his lips. His stomach clenched painfully and he clenched his jaw to keep from drooling. God, he was hungry…he was always so damn hungry. It was like a child being kept from dinner for too long. Just one little snack is all he would need to stay sane. Couldn’t he have one little bite of that cowering werewolf, still twitching on the floor?

He let his eyes roll closed for a minute as he bit his tongue so hard, he drew blood. He focused on Anya’s voice and that feeling of impending doom and did his best to keep himself grounded.

Warily, Alek tracked the other vampire as he circled them, keeping himself as still as possible. The little hairs on the back of his neck began to rise, and he had to consciously stop himself from taking a step closer to his sister. A monster like this one lived off of fear…well, not that he had to worry about that. Did he even feel anything but shame and hunger anymore?

He did his best to lock away all expression when he met Luka’s eyes. He was dead, he told himself; dead and asleep in a little coffin in the ground. All warm and cozy with the worms to talk to…would they whisper in his ear, or yell like the voices in his head? If the other vampire read anything in his eyes, it was probably the normal cocktail of madness and absentness.

When Anya moved toward the bar as directed, Alek followed after her, keeping his eyes down on the ground and his hands still clasped behind his back. He was still a bit bloody- he could smell that sweet tang on his front, and oh, it was Heaven- but he refrained from acting on it. If he didn’t see it, he could more readily ignore the need to eat. Ha, eat…as if the act of draining a human dry was as cordial as having supper with the family. How ironic.

When Anya drank, he drank, and when Anya spoke to the vampire, he lifted his eyes to regard him solemnly. It was obvious that half his mind was somewhere else- LaLa Land, or so his sister liked to describe his eternally wandering mind- but he managed to focus on the conversation. A chill crept up his back as Luka began to describe their Russia in the past, and flashes of that dingy sewer shot into his mind. Cold, damp, pain and wetness running down his neck, while the thing above him laughed and reared back, gleaming white teeth stained red with his blood—

Alek finished his drink in one gulp. White walls, he reminded himself, falling into a fuzzy state of calm. He was surrounded by white walls, white floors and white ceilings. Nothing could hurt him in his little room, his sister standing guard outside.

Absently, he turned dark eyes toward Anastasia, head tilting a bit as it was want to do when he spoke. His voice was soft and accented, but would carry over the music with an eerie power. “A tour would be very nice, Anya,” He said cordially. He met Luka’s eyes once more. “That is, if we are not imposing, GaspadIn Neverov.”