ROLEPLAY HQ - crimson-hearts

TW: Sexual content, TBD

He looked down into the city, glass of whiskey in his hand. He didn't even know why he drank it. It's not like the drink had any effect of inebriation on him. Even the comfort of the burn in his throat that humans were so used to was but a thing long since held in the past. Perhaps he felt it was out of habit of comfort. Immortality had robbed him of most of the pleasures of the world. Why rush to do the things you desire, when they will always be there just as you will. That is until something, or better someone caught his eye. She was beautiful. Black hair dyed shades of gray. Her slender frame walking in the night. He'd found his next target. The beginning of a game he was sure to savor and enjoy. "My pet come here." He beckoned the lesser creature to him, a vampire all the same, but they had long since established their dynamic. He was the master and they were but his slave for his express pleasure. "This is our new prey. Play gently and keep your fangs to yourself. I want this to last. For now watch. You'll know when to join." He descended to the street. Silently stepping behind the woman. Each step bringing him closer to her. His still heart frozen despite his increasing excitement and anticipation. He spoke in way that would only bring her comfort, "Excuse me miss? I'm a bit lost. Would you be able to help me find the Island Tavern?" @Deleted User

She rolled his eyes as she watched him walk off listening to his cock over his head. Shed silently follow out of sight and memorize where the woman went if he let her walk away for now. She tugged up her sweatshirt hood, hands tucking into the pocket. Why this one, Alister? she huffed pouting to herself, leaning on a roof point, setting her head on a fist. Her influence was useless if she wasn't in the range of touch and she knew that woman wouldn't let her close. She liked watching Alister, even if she thought him a fool at times. Sliding off the roof she dropped into the alley, keeping within eyesight of the two.

Elle had turned the key in her apartment door to lock it behind her, and ventured down the stairs and out to the sidewalk of the city. It was a bit late at night but she thrived more during this time than during the day. She was on her way out to pick up a few things for her fridge, just regular necessary groceries. She slipped her key, phone, and wallet into the pocket of her oversized hoodie. It was mostly a silent street at this hour but little lights from the tall buildings lit up the way. Upon a strange voice coming up from behind her, Elle’s heart felt like it dropped inside of her. She didn’t like being spooked that way. Typically her evening walks went unbothered. She turns around to face the man and looked up at him with an expression of distrust and annoyance. “Island Tavern? What are you, new here?” Elle wasn’t generally snarky but after being shocked that way it made her a bit bitter. She just wanted to carry on to the store in peace. She drops her attitude and apologizes, “I’m sorry sir. You just startled me a bit. Usually it’s quiet out here… the Island Tavern is down this street, past the gas station and on the right. You’ll see the neon palm tree in the window and you’ll know you are there.” She offered a smile to hope for forgiveness.

@Xoxo, Marcus

He looked at her small frame, sensing fear, exasperation, anger, and annoyance in her. He studied her, would his prey fall apart and break like the rest or would she make this game worth playing. Even then, he wondered if pet would even be able to control her excitement. They often fed, but rarely hunted after all. He closed his eyes, paying careful attention to her words. They were quick, yet concise. Accurate, yet just short of friendly. He slowly opened them and smile, in a way to make her feel at ease. "Thank you very much and yes I'm new to the city and am still figuring my way around. What about you? Are you going to be okay by yourself this late? Alister, by the way." He turned in a brief moment that she looked away to keep an eye on his pet. She was one that at best was instrumental to his plans and at worst kept him entertained. Either way, he was confident Willow would find the perfect opportunity to touch her. @Voxieum

She sighed at her lazy formality, a sorry apology made to cover her rude greeting. She stood slightly behind her in the crowd, hovering and waiting for Alister's call. She wore a face mask keeping it tucked tucked up over her nose, hood tugged down hard over her short shorn black hair. The most audible thing of her was her tinkling jewelry around her wrists, bangles rattling together. Gently she hovered her hands at her skin, ready to move to keep behknd her. @Deleted User