The Dark of the Night[Fia]

[Francis O'Connor]

"You may not want to squirm too much, lass." It was after nightfall in Devil's Hollow and a rather shady looking man stood over a figure on the ground of an alley where it was more likely no human eyes would set sight on them. He was an older man, looking to be around his mid to late thirties. He wasn't though... he was much older than that. The girl on the ground looked to be about twenty, give or take a few years.

The spring night was cool and still, silence filling the air aside from a drunken man singing on his way home from the tavern here and there. There was an occasional passing of a cart, but other than that, not very much activity considering the late hour. The man was dressed mostly in black, black suit and shoes, but with a white shirt. When he spoke, it was with an Irish brogue, an evil and sadistic look in his eyes.

The girl was shaking, attempting to crawl away, across the cobblestone ground. "Please," she cried, looking up at the man, afraid of the things he might do to her. "Have mercy on me, I just wish to go home." She was crying, but the man did not care whatsoever. He had no heart and he never did have one, at least from what he could remember. Even as a human, the vessel that should have been his heart contained nothing but contempt, anger and jealousy.

"I'm sorry Lass," he said, not meaning the apology whatsoever. "But a man's got to eat." He came closer as she backed away and his fangs slid out, a chuckle emitting from his throat as she gasped in horror. He could almost taste her terror that filled the air. He could nearly hear the sound of her heart pounding, her pulse going, and it made his mouth water.

"No..." she sobbed, trying to get up and run, but Francis was too quick for her, standing in front of her and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "Shhh..." he said to her, softly, eyes right on her glassy ones. There was such a mesmerizing look in his eyes that the girl's tears slowed and she stared up at him, mouth agape. He knew exactly what was going on with her, so drawn in by him, though her brain was telling her to run, to flea, her body not responding to the commands. She was frozen with fear from the vampire's charm ad seduction.

"This may hurt a little lass..." he said, moving in so he was up against her. He backed her into the wall of the building and he heard her sharp intake of air, surprised. It was as if she hadn't even realized there was something solid behind her. His hand slid down to her jaw, moving her face to the side in his strong grip so her neck was exposed to him. He could almost taste the blood and he hadn't even sunk his teeth into the girl's flesh yet....

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

Heels clattered along the ground as she half-ran and half-jogged towards one of the few things that could even draw her attention at some point. The promise of feeding and the promise of a good time. Liquid fire raced through her veins at the mere thought of it. A shiver crept along her skin as her fangs ached to slide from their concealment. She couldn't help but crave the sensation of skin to skin and fangs sliding into flesh. Her stomach rolled, flopped, and did something similar to an exotic dance. Teeth nibbled along her lower lip.

Blond tresses hid the pallid features of her face from view. She relied upon the sense of smell alone to track down the sounds of clamor and fear. The fear and desire is what drew her in close. It was the one time in her life she'd be daring and try to seduce a vampire. Pink tongue flicked across the bottom of her teeth as she slowed her hurried pace. Arms crossed as she leaned her slender frame against the building that had made up the alleyway. "Hey, darlin'..you going to share, or am I going to need to get my kicks from you?"

Her voice was rather demure, coming out a soft purr. "Name's Sophia." Slowly, she walked forward with her breasts about spilling over the top of her corset. Flashing the man a wry grin of sorts, fangs flashed as she peered up at him through her lashes. Her position effectively blocked the escape route for the girl. Absentmindedly, she nudged the girl's head with the tip of her heel. "Humans are interesting, no?"

She giggled softly and rather maniacally. She leaned over, trailing the tips of her fingers lazily along the shape of his arm. Arousal and hunger sparked in the depths of her blue gaze as her head tilted slowly, allowing blond tresses to fall to the side. Even she could admit that the man's torturing the girl and the fact his looks were doing a number on her stomach, causing a fire to light in the pit of her core. It was a feeling she had missed and one she was loathe to let go of anytime soon. Even she had her weaknesses and the man before him seemed to be one of them. She watched the man intently, never actually taking her eyes off of him.

[Francis O'Connor]

His eyes were on her breasts, not even bothering to look at her face. "I don't like to share my food, lass," he said, looking back to his snack. To Francis, all of these damn women were the same, the only difference being their breast size. His brow cocked as she touched his arm and he looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to touch strange vampires dear?" He smirked and pulled his head away from his terrified victim, though he still kept her against the wall with his own body.

"If you wait for me off to the side lass, I'll show you some fun when I'm done with this one here." He winked at her, turning back to his snack and exposing her neck to him once more, ready to bite her. He wasn't lying, he would show big boobs a good time when he was done. Why? Because that's what man whores are all about.

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

She smirked. "And if I choose to take a bite now? I can almost guarantee that either you'll share the girl...or you can damned well expect to get bitten." The only thing truly ladylike about her was her attire. Otherwise, she acted about as psychotic as the best of them. Walking slowly behind the male, she bent at the knees while pressing herself against his back as her slender arms wrapped lazily around his torso. "Second, what if I can't wait for a good time?"

A brief pause. "Is the big, bad boy going to punish me?" She purred into his ear before lowering her head to scrape her fangs along the side of his neck in a teasing gesture. Slow movements allowed her fingers to trail down the length of his chest. Icy, blue eyes flickered forward as she continued to allow the positioning of her hands to lower until they danced along the waistband of his pants. Idly, she nibbled on his neck, seeming to enjoy herself and her antics. She could have chosen to do many things to him, but she wanted to leave him guessing and if she could pull off her plan, wanting more than teasing.

[Francis O'Connor]

The Irishman sighed, looking up at the sky as this woman was practically trying to seduce him. Not that he minded that. In one, swift movement, he dropped the victim and grabbed hold of the other vampire's wrist that had gotten dangerously low. He spun Sophia around and pushed her right into the alley wall, pinning her there. "You can damn well expect to be bitten lass," he snarled at her, not letting her go.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the girl about to get up and run away, but he stomped on the skirt of her dress, causing her to fall and cry out. "Stay there, I'm not done with you," he said with barely a glance at her. He smiled at the large chested woman, his hand wrapped around her throat. "Is it impossible for you to keep your legs closed while I have my dinner, lassie?" he asked Fia, arching a brow at her and gripping her neck tighter.

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

She smirked. "Usually not hard to keep my legs closed, but I do like playing with men who have tempers. Much more fun than the average human." She mused quietly, puckering her lips as if about to kiss him. It was amusing when it came to watching him lose his temper. "Usually, you feed first then fuck later. Don't keep the girl waiting, hon."

She winked. She never let go of her calm facade while icy blue eyes peered into his. Ah, her son would be pissed if he ever found out about her personal life. It wasn't as if he needed to know, to begin with. He didn't own her nor did he know that she was in Devil's Hollow, although she was grateful that she had decided to come. The man before her had made the majority of it worth while. The biggest challenge since her arrival and a temper to match.

He was certainly cruel and that alone was enough to make her wild. Either way, she was in a predicament and only digging herself in deeper. With each moment that passed, she lost another portion of her sanity. Maybe that's why she had decided to rub against him while he pressed her to the wall. For her, it was a natural response and one that a normal man might actually appreciate. "Et d'ailleurs, vous pouvez me mordre n'importe quel jour." She purred, her words interlacing with the arousal and the persistent urge to feed that seemed to be plaguing her.

Translation:
And by the way, you can bite me any day.

[Francis O'Connor]

"I don't like fecking dead bodies lass," Francis said, rolling his eyes. Yeah, he usually killed his snacks. Not all the time, just most of the time. He wasn't going to screw this girl though because he was too annoyed now that someone had walked in on his feast. He just looked down as she rubbed against him and sighed again. "Stop going on in tongues lass," he said, practically pushing her when he let go of her.

He went back to his little piece of trembling meat and yanked her up off the ground by the wrist, ignoring her cry of pain. Spinning her around, he held the girl against him and sunk his teeth into her neck, covering her mouth just before she attempted to scream. He dug his teeth harder into the girl and she was looking at Sophia with heartbroken eyes, wishing she would help her.

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

"I find it funny that you'd call me a dead body, considering we're both the same kind of monster." She looked to the girl with a bored expression and a smirk tugging at her lips. "..Why would I want to help one of the creatures who are food?" She queried with a harsh intonation. Instead of helping, she did the exact opposite. She walked away. She paused just for a moment as she passed the girl.

"Have a fun trip to Hell, kid." After those words had left her lips, she brushed past the man and into the street. She wasn't in the mood to watch another have fun. At least not tonight. Blue eyes flickered about, looking for something to do. When nothing came to mind, she sat against a building with her back pressed firmly to the wall. Head tilted back to gaze upwards.

[Francis O'Connor]

((He wasn't calling her a dead body, he was talking about how he usually kills his victims and therefore wouldn't want to do his victim after feeding))

Francis rolled his eyes, lifting his mouth from the girl's neck for a moment. "I wasn't calling you a dead body," he said in his Irish brogue. "I was referring to killing the girl." He sunk his teeth back into her, gripping her tighter as she squirmed and cried. It was a good feeding... but it would have been better if it hadn't been interrupted

After a little bit, the girl's body fell to the ground and Francis left her there, knowing someone would find her eventually. Walking back out onto the street, he looked around and saw the other vampire, sitting down. "I figured a lass as desperate as you would have gone off to find a nice lay," he said, shaking his head and standing over her with his hands in his pockets. He was looking right down at her boobs and didn't even bother trying to hide it.

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

"Is that what you call that these days?" She queried innocently, blond hair hiding her pale face from view. "Je ne suis pas un pour le vocabulaire moderne." She stated demurely, knowing her French would probably annoy him. By this point, she was smirking and slowly forcing herself to stand. "Si vous êtes tellement bon au lit, le prouver." She challenged, peering into his eyes through her dark lashes.

This girl was Hell in heels and probably needed to be brought down a few notches, although she'd never actually admit such a thing. Mumbling under her breath, she marched right past the crude man, bumping her shoulder against him as she passed. "Oops..these damned heels get me every time." Her apology was hardly sincere and sounded to be more of a taunt. Icy blue eyes glimmered faintly with mirth as she tried and failed not to giggle like a school girl. "Bad boy." Before she could stop herself, her arm shot out and allowed her hand to give him a firm thwack upon his butt.

Translation:
I'm not one for modern vocabulary.
If you're so good in bed, prove it.

// OMG..such a ho, but I love her. xD..and call it her being blond? \\

[Francis O'Connor]

Francis didn't even budge the slightest bit as this woman bumped her shoulder into him. Rolling his eyes, he jumped the slightest bit as he felt her smack his behind. Spinning around all of a sudden, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. "You should know, lass, I don't like the sound of your gibberish," he snarled at her, a smirk crossing his face.

"So I plan on gagging you while I'm on top of you." He bent down for a moment and grabbed her around the thighs, throwing her over his shoulder and patting her ass. "If you want to keep those pearly whites of yours lass, I'd keep them to myself if I were you." He started walking with her over his shoulder, heading for his own 'home.'

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

As her wrist was grabbed, blue eyes rolled as she was spun about. "Vraiment? J'aime mon français, mais je ne trouve pas votre accent très devenant d'un homme de vos commandes." She hissed. With a light movement, she shoved his chest with the flat of her palm. "Keep your smirk to yourself, hon." She grumbled.

As his words entered her ears, she was grateful that color was no longer able to flood her usually, pale features. She tried and failed to think of a comeback. The world seemed to spin as she was hefted to his shoulder. "I'd risk chomping on your flesh just because you don't know how to share and not to mention, it would piss you off." She hesitated briefly. "Si vous pensez même de retenir, je vais le faire à vous le regretterez pas." She muttered into his ear, biting down lightly on the side of his neck but not enough to break the skin.

Translation:
Really? I love my French, but I don't find your accent very becoming of a man of your standing.
If you even think of holding back, I'll make you regret it.

// I love her. xD..He could easily rip her to shreds, and she's threatening him. ;<__< \\