Her low sigh echoed across the room, the tiles making every sound reverberate. Even soft sighs and low groans.
"hmmmmm.." with another light inhalation as awareness gradually seeped into her as much as the cold tiles that warmed beneath her during the night. "demn.." she grumbled as she rolled to her back, feeling the cold tiles as she moved to a new position. "Oh that feels good." as she stretched out across the floor. Her foot hit the toilet, another touched the frame of the shower.
In the other room, her cellular began to ring.
"No..no no no..." she grumbled as she began to move then fell back against the floor. Hell no. They could wait. The floor was ice cold and it felt wonderful.
She frowned as the call went to voicemail. She hung up the phone and stretched out pushing herself from the tiny twin bed she had finally crawled into just after dawn to search out her and make sure she was ok at least.
Checking the friends locator app on her phone she would get dressed in a pair of jeans and faded green t-shirt before tossing a jacket on and her tennis shoes. Her long hair pulled up into a messy bun on her head. As she splashed cold water on her face. Not everyone that came to Basilias were vampires hell before she arrived she thought they were all old folk lore.
Now well now she was just as addicted as an addict to their drug of choice, hers was the high that came along with serving their customers. And just like any addiction after a while she had needed more then just being fed from and well that had offered a whole new avenue for her. She knew not everyone who worked there took that route. Those clients were screened well before she took them on too after all she didn’t have a death wish, and in their line of work that could be all to common, which is why she now worried like a mother hen about Crystal.
It didn’t take long to reached where her phone was pinging from as she knocked on the door. “Crystal are you in there? Still breathing?”
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"mmmm..." she groaned softly as the incessant knocking on the door continued. "bollocks, Tashy.." as she forced herself up to her knees, gripped the sink and pulled herself up.
Oh, god, she looked half dead as she caught sight of her face in the small mirror above the sink. Cold water splash opened her eyes a bit more, but she felt half dead. "Coming!!" she called out, lest Natasha beat down the door and that would not help her relationship with her landlord.
A quick swish of a toothbrush over her teeth, her hands ran through her hair and she was ready to face the lioness. Well, almost. The mirror was moved aside, revealing small shelves tucked into the wall recess. A small tin can, originally used for face powder, had been cleaned and sterilized before the translucent pink cream was placed into it. Her mouth watered in anticipation as she dabbed her finger into it, a blob of pink tinted cream covered her finger. Her body began to tingle, both from the anticipation and the mixture on her fingertip.
Capped, closed behind the mirror, she lifted her hair, rubbing the cream on the side of her neck, then the other as if applying perfume.
An immediate rush pulsed through her and she moaned, her eyes focusing on her reflection. The tension, the lines of weariness and too much to drink the night before, eased and faded. Within seconds she stared at a face that looked as if it had a good night's sleep.
"Better," as she licked her lips and drew in a breath. More than looks, her body vibrated with energy. Granted, it wore off sooner now than it once had, but...it did the trick. Whoever created yin-fen...she wished she'd bought stock in it. She'd make a killing.
Those few precious minutes passed swiftly as she hurried to the door drawing on a robe over her body. "Hey!," opening the door and tying the sash as she did. "You're early."
She tapped her foot almost impatiently, but well she did tend to worry about her friends when they weren't answering their phones. She stopped mid knock as she heard the coming from the otherside of the door and leaned on the wall opposite of it while she waited watching the hallway cause well one could never be to careful right.
Inwardly she laughed at the irony, she was more worried about random strangers in the daylight then she was the paying customers of the club. Maybe because there was usually someone there keeping an eye on things even if they weren't always seen.
Relief washed over Natasha as Crystal answered the door, she pushed off the wall as her eyes checked out the parts of her she could see. "you didn't answer your phone." she said the relief clear in her eyes and voice as she acrossed the hall checking her phone. "only a little, ok maybe an hour or two, but now that we are both up breakfast? its on me?"
Now that she was sure Crystal was alright and alive and breathing well she felt slightly bad for waking her.
"Can I get dressed?" she teased back before she turned to the bedroom, "What do you feel like? Sausages? Porridge?" as she entered her bedroom, the small alcove off the reception room, she tossed her robe aside and began to pick up clothing from the floor.
Flinging several discarded items on the bed, she settled on the black leather mini with white lace underskirt, white tank top and leather jacket. Thigh high leather boots completed the quickly thrown together ensemble. A smaller tin container, much like the one in the cabinet in the bathroom, was tucked into a small clutch bag which she slung over her wrist.
Her hair was quickly caught up in a silk lace scarf, dotted with red polka dots; the only splash of color in her otherwise black and white clothing.
a soft laugh and bright smile met her teasing "well if you must, I mean you could wear a paper bag and still draw the attention of a super model." she followed her inside closing the door behind her as they moved.
"eggs, sausage, ohhh waffles for sure I could kill for some good waffles. what are you in the mood for?" she asked as she lounged on the bed dodging the discarded clothing. She hadn't been exagerating Crystal could look good in just about anything.
"soooo how was last night?" she asked as Crystal swept her hair up into the silk scarf. "did you have fun? Sorry I got pulled away but you seemed to be having a good time." downside of working a night club when friends were out having a good time, you were usually working it.
"You always say that but have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" She smiled at her as she finished knotting the scarf. "Just coffee for me," she pretty much lived off yin-fen; it tempered her appetite better than any diet pill; allowing her to lose that last stubborn ten pounds.
After tying off her scarf, she picked up another, tossing it at instead of beside Natasha. "This color will look good on you." she pointed to her neck. "It's enticing for the vampires; they love to peel it off. It's like undressing normal clothing." she grinned at the idea and took a last look at her full-length mirror. She did look good, and the boots were exceedingly comfortable.
"Yeh, I had fun...but, what's not to like? Did you get that new vampire's name? The blond one?" everyone had been eying him, but he was caught up most of the night in conversation with Justine. Now she was someone that Crystal gave a wide berth. Danger oozed from her.
She smiled brightly and laughed with a shake of her head as she struck a pose. “Oh I know,” she glanced at her attire for the day. It was comfy clothes different from what she wore when she was working. She rarely dressed up before she had started there afterwards she found well it was more required in her line of work.
Picking up the scarf she stuck her tongue out at Crystal. “And they are good of more then just tying up hair” she laughed as she took down her messy bun and made a neater ponytail before tying the scarf at its base.
“The one that made most of the other staff drool?” She teased but shook her head “Sorry nope that was Megan’s section but damn he was delicious looking I hope he comes back.” She laughed softly few people didn’t give Justine wide berth but she had never had a bad interaction with the woman.
“I wonder what they were so cozy about though” she wiggled her brows “but in that outfit he would be an idiot not to notice you” she hopped off the bed linking her arm with Crystals once she was ready to go.
She laughed as Natasha tied up her hair, decorating it with the scarf.
"Well, I suppose that will do" with another laugh. "To tell you the truth, scarves are the thing. I love them...not as much as these boots, but I love them."
Grinning she laced her arm with Natasha's as they left the apartment. "You know, there's something about him. I can't wait to have him taste me, I bet he's a mad rush."
Yin-fen was great, but even better was getting it straight from the source and she had a feeling that this new vamp, would be the best yet. Her breathing shifted slightly in anticipation. "I wonder if he's like some of them, he has to sleep. Maybe we should go find out." the idea appealing, in spite of the fact she knew that many of the vampires were not cursed by day-sleep.
She smiled and winked, “those boots are adorable, I’d kill myself in them but damn if they don’t look sexy as hell.”
Anyone else would think they had lost their minds getting excited over someone biting them, and tasting their blood. It was just another thing they bonded over, the intoxicating rush of it. Though Natasha hadn’t really figured out if the risk was as much of a turn on for Crystal as it was for her. Though that was also part of the reason she had jumped at the chance to help scratch an itch or two for a few of the werewolves that frequented the club.
It may have ruined sex with human men but damn was it good, between them and vampires human men didn’t stand a chance getting her in bed anymore.
But like Crystal the anticipation was almost palpable. She grinned and wiggled her bow as she listened to Crystal. “Up for a mid day stop to the club then? After breakfast of course” she laughed and shrugged, “after all food before sexy vampires” she teased as they reached their usual diner almost a block away from crystals apartment.
That was another thing. They didn't know if the newcomer was a resident in the building or if he had a room in one of the nearby homes that she'd learned was populated by various vampires that often spent the nights at one of the bleeder dens in town.
When they entered the diner, she waved to the back cook and waitress before making her way to the seat midway down the aisle. It gave the best view of the street beyond. She loved watching people, you could tell so much about someone by the way they walked and how they held their phone. She swore those were glued to people's faces at times.
"černá-káva?" the waitress asked as she came up, turning over the cups on the table before pouring a cupful for Crystal and looking at Natasha.
"černá-káva" Crystal nodded as she took a seat, picking up the cup of black coffee to inhale the aroma before taking a sip.
They wouldn't know if they didn't check, he may or may not be in the rooms in the club that catered to them for sleep, or rest or what ever they did during the day. If he was in one of the nearby homes well they were out of luck for finding him at least for the day. Tonight though was a different story, all together.
settling into the table opposite Crystal as she relaxed and nodded to the Kava. "yes please" even as she reached for the cream and sugar that made it less bitter. adding it as she gave the waitress her order, which sounded more like it was for the both of them then just herself. She worried that Crystal wasn't eating right, but she didn't want to over step boundaries to much and sound like she was mothering her friend.
Sipping her coffee as the waitress left, "sooo are we going to the club or not? we might get lucky and find someone who's a bit peckish.. maybe mister mystery man?" she teased and winked.
It'd taken time but after getting unceremoniously tossed out of coffee shops in the past for ordering milk with coffee, she learned...black coffee was a standard and the only way to go. Thus, she grinned then laughed softly at the amount of milk Natasha was pouring into the coffee.
"I think you want a little coffee with that milk, Tashy.." taking a sip of the coffee, she nodded her eyes sparkling with mirth. "It's not like we're banned from going, it's just slower and most of them already have their feeders." she shrugged, but it never hurt to check.
"Wouldn't that be a gas? A new vampire..." though for her, they were dime a dozen. They always gave her that soul tingling rush that was more than physical; it reached into the depth of her mind and soul and just ....what a rush. Still, he was attractive and that in itself was enticing. She'd been fed from by some serious rank looking vampires. But once they bit and their saliva entered her bloodstream.....their looks didn't matter. All that mattered was getting another bite.
That rush lasted for hours, much longer than the pocket yin-fen salve she purchased on the black. Tablets would give her that mind body rush for nearly as long as a vampire bite, but the buzz wasn't as intense and they'd not yet created anything that could mimic what a bite did.
As she watched Natasha doctor up her coffee and order food, she wondered if it was the same for her? Not that Natasha was into the yin-fen; for all she knew Natasha was straight.
"Soooo...how does it affect you? Is it one of those, wet your panties moments....or something else?" They all had seen the pure orgasmic feeders. They were in it for the sexual pleasure. Others were there for the mind blown psychedelic rush. Everyone was different.
She laughed and smiled “maybe just a splash” she enjoyed her milk that creamy warm chocolate color no one could change her mind on it either. Getting a little giddy as Crystal talked and she sipped the warm heaven in a cup. It was likely going to be her life line until she finally crashed later tonight.
“True but never hurts to flaunt what you got, they might decide they like you better” she nodded and leaned back in the chair. A new vampire meant a bigger high for her and well one that would last longer then the usuals. Her high was from the rush of danger with each feeding. The chance one isn’t willing to play be the rules.
Crystals question drew her attention and she laughed softly, “it depends usually, but I love the rush of sexual pleasure I get from it, though I supplement it with working over at a club across town every other week. Something about the pure raw consuming sex and danger just gets my blood pumping.” She almost purred as her tongue licked the edge of her cup.
“Human men well are like babies playing with little sticks after a vampire or werewolf.” She shrugged softly, “though once they become regulars it well looses its charm so I don’t keep them long, usually a month before I pass them off to another.” She never got attached to any of them, even other feeders she wasn’t super close with the exception being Crystal. She might be tempted to try and go toe to toe with a vampire if it meant protecting her friend.
If anyone else tried calling her Tashy she would have decked them into next week, but with Crissy nope it was natural.
She knew she was right, Natasha preferred milk with a splash of coffee and from the color of it, she was doubtful she could ever drink it like that. It'd taste too diluted to her.
"You know I'm not the flaunting type," though from the way she dressed, that might be debated.
"Really? You do it for the sex?" that surprised her. She'd had sex before, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be so she figured she could take it or leave it. A good high, well..what did sex have over that?
"Me? it's a total mind rush. You don't think about anything, worry about anything. It's all just...." she sighs softly, her arm drifting up as she looked up to the ceiling. It might appear as if she were in a total high then; and it wouldn't be far from the truth.
