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The night was cold, yet bright here in the city of New Orleans. Around this time of the evening, the city came to life in a way not even the day could compare to it. The nights were long here in New Orleans, the alcohol strong, the chips clattering in the Casinos. Days were only there to sleep out previous nights damage. Laurent made his way swiftly through the crowded streets with people in fancy gowns on their way to parties or other social activities. But he wasn't visiting one of those. No. His only planned goal for the evening was right in front of him as he found himself now in front of one of the many casinos and gambling house that could be found around every corner along with a brothel nearby. The Casino was well visited this evening, as always. The big crystal chandelier in the center seemed to enlighten these big luxurious halls. Lively chatter filled the whole room, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hanging in the air, penetrating your sense of smell. People gathered around different tables for Roulette, Blackjack, Poker or any other kind of Gambling. The thrill and excitement that lingered in between these walls was what people always returned and longed for. The Winner takes all and the Loser gets nothing but a mountain of debts. After Laurent had turned an amount from today's budget into coloful chips, he made his way over to a group of already filled tables. "There you are Laurent!" A man was waving him over eagerly to his table where already a round of four men had gathered, a stack of chips already placed in the middle of the table. "We've been waiting for you this whole time." Another gave Laurent a grin as he patted on the empty chair besides him. "We've just started our first round. Hope you don't mind." One of them gave Laurent a teasing smirk.

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Laurent only gave the man a little smile back as he took the seat, placing a few stacks of chips in front of him. "No worries Gentlemen. Just deal me in." He leaned back into his chair, waiting for the men to finish their round and hand him out his cards to participate in the next round. It had almost a sort of routine for Laurent, a try to escape his safe, but boring life. Yet he tried to find a little comfort in those halls, trying to feel alive in this wretched city where the nights are as bright as days... @in.sane69

Amongst the hustle and bustle, which plagued this establishment, a pair of devious eyes stared. On the hunt for another victim, another soul whom would inevitably fuel this dark creature. Azazel, that was his name. He came here for one reason and one reason alone, and that was to feed. Though, he preferred his target a certain type of way. Much like a fine wine, peoples have preferences. Azazel was no different and he would always strive for the best. Azazel watched over the ‘sheep’ the a shepherd selecting who to slaughter. The hunt was important to dear Azazel, just as much as the initial bite. He would always like to get to know his victim, learn of their ways and accomplishments. The more they had done, the more they had succeeded, the more it would fill his black heart with pleasure. He would destroy everything they accomplished with a single bite. The monsters eyes narrowed, towards a poker table. His immediately locked onto his target, Laurent was marked for death. Azazel let go of the railing he was leaning on and strolled down the stairs at a patient pace. There was no rush, he would savour this moment and take his time. Azazel approached from behind, his hands behind his back as he smirked. He watched the players, observing Laurent specifically. How well did this human play? Azazel was certainly interested, yet, he knew he had to wait for the game to end before he could make his approach. No matter how hungry he might have been.

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After the other men finished their round, Laurent proceeded to take his cards at hand. They were not bad, but suddenly an ice cold shiver went down his spine. For a moment the men looked over at him concerned and a little wondering. "You alright Laurent?" One of them asked. "Your hand must be pretty yucky eh?" Another one laughed. "No, I'm... fine." Laurent shook his head, trying to get this nasty feel away and wondering where it came from in the first place. But there was no time left to wonder. The next round was about to begin and so Laurent tried to shake that feel off and to ignore it for now and focus on the game. The night went along with the chatter and laughter thriving in the casino. Fortuna was in Laurent's favor today. Most of his hands were rather good, accompanied with his good eye for small detail. He lost a few rounds, but it all got balanced out by the pot of his winning rounds. At the end of the evening and after a few more hours playing, Laurent was the winner who earned the whole pot. " Goddammit Laurent! You won again?!" One of the men exclaimed a little frustrated. "Seems like today the pot is all yours my friend. Well played as always" another man congratulated him while patting him on his shoulder. "Yes yes lucky me indeed." Laurent gently smiled as he reached for the chips that now belonged to him. On some nights like this he won, some nights he lost, but his bets were never high enough to get him in trouble. With his next win he was always able to make up for the loss of another night. He didn't have to cheat to win either. His skills in card games were good enough to keep a simple game enjoyable. As he lifted himself from his seat he downed the last sip of his martini before he threw his brown long coat on. "Gentleman, I'm afraid this was my last round for this evening. I wish you all a pleasant rest of the night and may the luck play into your cards".

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Laurent said his goodbye's before turning around to go, but suddenly bumping into something that felt like a chest. "Oh, my apologies." He gave the man a small nod, not looking the man directly into his face before he made his way past him with his stack of chips towards the exit. @iin.sane

“The fault is all mine” Azalea said as in a whispered voice, a smirk never leaving his lips. He looked down at the shorter man, watching as he sheepishly walked away. A shy boy such as Laurent was the perfect target, Azazel couldn’t wait to pounce. He glared and watched as Laurent made his way towards the chip redemption desk. Azazels cold presence flowed through the room. Suddenly the vampire appeared, leaning against the wall next to Laurent. “I see you’ve claimed quite the bounty tonight. I must say, it is an impressive feat.” He smiled and made direct and intense eye contact with Laurent. His presence had a confusing eerie feel, mixed with something that kept gnawing and drawing one’s senses in. Azazel stood up, being quite tall compared to the human. He bowed briefly and let out a subtle grin. “Where are my manners my dear, my name is Azazel. It is… a pleasure to meet you.” He stepped closer, threatening to invade the humans personal space, yet he stayed on the verge, on the edge of what was considered acceptable. His aura constantly drawing Laurent in, even if it was subtle. It was clear that Azazel was designed specifically to hunt, trap and lure humans in. He had no doubt that Laurent would soon fall to his charms.

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Laurent did not perceive the apologies of this man, walking further straight towards the chip redemption desk until suddenly another shiver went down the man's back. The man was now standing against a nearby wall, eyes fixed onto him. For a moment Laurent wasn't able to look away until his thoughts caught up to him. Wasn't this man right behind him? How did he get there so fast? To check if he was really seeing right, he looked behind himself quickly, but the man in front of him and who had started to approach him now, was completely real. He only stared for a moment as the man now spoke to him, something about his voice and his stern gaze setting him at unease. It didn't make it any better as soon as he mentioned Laurents win of the night. One would be smart enough to know not to trust such men, not any people in general in a wretched city like this. Too much money made one a running target and this man only confirmed it. "Yeah, nice to meet you too but I gotta go. Now, if you excuse me..." He tried to avoid this man's stare, yet he felt drawn to him in an indescribable way. Azazel was quite handsome, well built which he had to admit, but what he had less of was time to spend with this random stranger who was eyeing him almost like his prey. Swiftly he went past the man once more towards the chip redemption desk, exchanging them for a certain amount of money that was handed to Laurent in a small envelope. He peeked into it, quickly counting his win and to see if it matched his counted amount of chips before he closed the envelope again, tugging it safely into a pocket inside his coat on height with his chest. After that, Laurent wasted no time to push himself through the door onto the open street, heading towards his home. @iin.sane

“Ah yes. Don’t let me keep you, please, enjoy the rest of your night.” Azazel smirked and crossed his arms, letting out a satisfied smirk as he watched the human collect the money. The vampire watched his prey slowly start to walk away, leaving the establishment. This wasn’t exactly what Azazel had planned, a little more conversation and intrigue would have satisfied him a little more. Like a dark shadow Azazel slowly followed from a distance, hands in his pockets as he stalked his prey. He watched and waited patiently for his meal to lead the way home. It was almost laughable how easy it was to corner a human. In a few minutes his long awaited claret drink would offer itself up to him, on a metaphorical platter~

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The killer watched, barely able to refrain from licking his lips. He watched as Laurent made it back to his home. The moment of climax was almost upon them, the moment Azazel had desired since the beginning of the night

Instead of immediately returning home, Laurent went the opposite way, diving into the crowd to try and shake off any potential thieves and burglars who would plan on following him home. He made his way into one of the many clubs down another street. It was rather spacious and glamorous, spreading the same flaire as the Casino did, but without the sounds of rolling dice or clattering chips. Instead, a jazz band was performing on a stage with a woman in a black shiny flapper dress singing. Her voice had something soothing along with the play of the band. It would be a good place to spend some more of the night at. Laurent went over to one of the tables in a corner near the stage, giving him a good glance at the performers and the little dancing crowd that had formed on the dance floor, swaying to the music. From a waitress that walked nearby, he ordered himself a Whiskey to sip on. Once she brought Laurent his drink, he gave her a gentle smile and made sure to pay her with money from a separate pocket, making sure to not make anyone grow aware of the amount of money in his coat. Once she moved along, Laurent took his first sip, listening to the band for a moment before he pulled out a small sketchbook and pen from another pocket of his coat and began to sketch a little, taking the scenery and the band as a motive. Soon two of the smaller pages were filled with rough sketches of the singer and singular members of the band. It was something that brought Laurent a little joy in his triste live. He was certain that he could spend a big part of his evening sitting here and drawing... @iin.sane

Azazel let out a annoyed huff, eyeing his prey from across the floor. He had originally hoped that this ordeal would soon be over and his appetite sated. But no, this human had to grow a Brain, how exciting yet… strenuous. The vampire crossed his arms, one could say he was almost pouting. After a few minutes of contemplating, Azazel came to an executive decision. He would claim the mortal, right now. Even if that meant feeding in this night club. The tall man strode forwards, hands once against behind his back. He walked towards Laurent, with intent and a deadly hunger. Azazel placed his hands down on the table with a smack, clearly trying to startle the poor boy. “What a coincidence! Laurent wasn’t it? We met earlier, I’m sure you remember.” His lips whipped into a grin and his sharp fangs could be seen reflecting in the dim light. His eyes were something to behold, they resembled something akin to cat eyes that reflect light in the dark. “Pardon my intrusion, I feel as though we got off on the wrong foot.” Suddenly a wave washed over Laurent, the colour red seemingly invaded his senses and all he could focus on was Azazels demonic eyes. They drew him in, ushering a false sense of calm and belonging. Azazel was dominating Laurent, mentally and physically. After a few seconds, Azazel whispered a feint order that of which Laurent would find it irresistible. “Hold still, my love, be calm and don’t move.”

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It had been reckless from Laurent to let himself get lost in his own little world where only his pen and the feel of empty pages beneath his hand were of importance. At the slam that rattled the table, Laurent couldn't help but flinch a little before his eyes darted up to the familiar man's face. As he recognition struck him, a cold shower went down his spine. He was now certain that this man was after him or his win, maybe both. Laurent was about to get up rather quick, trying to wiggle himself out of this uncomfortable situation until he heard the man call him by his name. He tried to hide the panic that slowly built up in his chest, but the look in his eyes still let some of it shine through. He'd never told this stranger his name... After a short moment of utter shock, he shook off those thoughts, wanting to get up further as he quickly grabbed his pen and book, avoiding the man's gaze in his mild hurry. "I'm sorry- I gotta-" he tried to take his leave, but when he looked back up, interrupting the man in his words, he was met with those mesmerizing, pulsing red eyes. They were beautiful, yet horrifying, unnatural. But Laurent's mind did not register it at this moment. He was fully captivated by this beautiful crimson red that set his mind at a sort of ease, despite the panic and fear in his chest that melted even further away at the man's words. As soon as this man spoke, Laurent felt even more drawn to him, captivated by his voice as his body followed the command all on his own. "Yes.." Laurent muttered dazed as his body slowly let himself drop back into his seat, not being able to look away from the man's mesmerizing stare. Laurent's own eyes seemed a little glazed over, his expression blank and calm as he was told to. The man had him completely in his grasp. @iiinsane

Azazel grinned, swooping in and sitting down next to his snack. Another devious lick of his lips and Azazel gently reached out and held Laurent’s neck. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and pulled the human closer. Finally he would be able to feast… Azazel looked around the club, making sure none where watching. He pulled Laurent into his embrace and opened his mouth slightly. A strand of salvia connecting from a fang to his lower teeth, he was eager to bite. Azazel admired the humans neck, gently taking in his delicate scent. His fangs practically had a mind of their own, he could hardly hold himself back. The vampires impulses ruled him, sometimes he even enjoyed the feeling of temptation. He glared at Laurent’s neck, but danced his gaze up to the young man’s face. His reached over sensually and placed his thumb, on the males lip, his sharp nail almost piercing the skin. Azazel shook the thought and focused back on Laurent’s neck, once again burying himself into Laurent’s neck and shoulder. He opened his mouth again, barely able to contain himself. The vampire couldn’t help but lick the surface of his neck but once before piercing the humans flesh with his razor sharp canines. Azazel revelled in the ecstasy that followed, Laurent’s blood was so strangely delicious. He was well worth the hunt, but that factor intrigued Azazel. Why was his blood so irresistible? He would need to find out more, that was certain. To waste a food source such as this would be a fools gambit. Azazels eyes rolled to the back of his head as the blood filled his mouth, painting his tongue a crimson red. He greedily drank, consuming small amounts at a time to savour the taste and moment. This human… was to special to kill in a one night stand. No. Azazel needed to own this creature, whatever the cost for either party.

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His mind was clouded, his mind set at ease from merely this beautiful shade of red. He wanted to dwell more into it, but then the red suddenly vanished, leaving Laurent's mind dazed and alone as he seemed to have lost all touch to reality while still following the urge to obey. He did not look over to the man as he let himself drop besides Laurent. Only when the human was pulled into an embrace, he seemed to gain a faint grasp of what was going on. He felt the hot breath in his neck, the cold hand in his neck and then the razor sharp nail grazing his lower lip. Only then his eyes seemed to focus a little on this strange man who he couldn't remember his name of. A mild feel of panic and fear seemed to form in his body, his heartbeat quickening a little, but this feel was certainly repressed by the wave of dizziness and belonging to this man. Yes. Laurent belonged to him. He was safe... When Azazel licked along his neck, it send another shiver down Laurent's spine, making him gasp softly before his eyes widened at the feel of two daggers getting burried in his shoulder. A small groan escaped Laurent's lips, his arms instinctively grabbing hold onto those of the vampire at the hot and painful sensation, but it soon translated into something soothing. With shakey breaths, Laurent's eyes fluttered as seemingly all the power in his body seemed to be drawn out of him. Smaller groans ans gasps came from him as Laurent was soon barely able to hold his eyes open, every small tug of the vampire sending a small jolt of pleasure through him. Soon, Laurent's body seemed to melt against the man's chest, not having enough power left to claw on his arms. His heartbeat was calm, but grew weaker and weaker by the second. His head rolled back, glazed over eyes barely open as he barely seemed to be able to remain conscious. Besides the fear in his chest, the way this man made his body feel was not so bad. It was not like he had the choice to indulge more in it or not since he knew

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that he was going to die in this stranger's arms...

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Azazel took a few more short gulps, the crimson liquid washing over his tongue. The sensation sent pure ecstasy throughout his body, all thanks to poor Laurent. This wasn’t the end though, not yet. The vampire released his fangs from the humans flesh, pulling back ever so gently before giving the punctured skin a generous lick. Not only did the vampire clear away any excessive blood, but as his tongue passed over the two puncture wounds, they seemingly cleared up. Azazel had a small amount of blood smeared between his lips, but his tongue made short work of that. The vampire grinned and held Laurent by the chin, moving his limp face towards his own. Azazel made sure Laurent’s eyes remained open, still in that glazed over state. His grin never stopped as he uttered another command. The words forced themselves deep into Laurent’s mind, surrounding and clouding his thoughts. Soon Azazel would have this human all to himself, a puppet to be played and toyed with at his leisure. “Forget, my dear. Forget me, forget this encounter. Go home, rest. You’ve earned it, haven’t you?” Azazel chuckled, placing a hand on his own mouth. This was far to amusing, and to think, only moments ago this ancient vampire had worried it all wasn’t worth it. What a mistake that would have been. Azazel made sure Laurent was set up properly, before standing up and disappearing into the crowd of people that dwelled in the establishment. With a simple click of the vampires fingers, his orders came under effect.

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