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 A Sanguine Smile, ❈ Rafael
authored by
Wendy Starling
May 7 2018, 08:36 PM
Age 113
Height 5ft 5in (165.1cm)
Weight 130lb (58.967kg)
Affiliation None
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Vampire





❈--Earlier, Wendy's Manor


The heated air that filled the gold and marble bathroom was thick with steam and perfumed with the delicious scent of vanilla and lavender. Wendy Starling was getting ready for a night on the town. Currently, the former starlet was reclining in a large, claw-footed tub. Crystalline beads of water and cottony bubbles clung to her unearthly pale flesh. A soft sigh fell from her lips as she languidly stretched, enjoying the warmth that her bath offered. It was nice to feel content with her life again, and Wendy was content.

She had made quite the splash at the Lovely Heart's Gala, happily accepting her return to Cordinator for the charity's board. Lovely Hearts had been her baby since the 1980s, it had been a terrible thing to let go and fade into the background. But, decadely life changes were a necessity for creatures like herself. And, if she wasn't going to at least put some of her money to good use then... what was the point? She had been sitting on it for long enough, might as well share it with those around her both human and non. Make up for all of the blood she had spilt in the past.

Honestly, Wendy was quite lucky to have survived for this long and she knew it. Her long life was in part thanks to her turning into a vampire and partly because of all the money that she had squirreled away over the years. Shortly after her embrace as a new member of the damned, the Great Depression hit taking the rest of her family with it. Money dried up, so did hope... and there was nothing a new fledgling could do about it. In those years her hunger was all encompassing and she wandered the night, feeding on those at the outskirts of tent cities. Without a proper Sire, she had to figure everything out on her own. It was Ana's abandonment that turned her off from other vampires for the most part. Of course, living as long as the undead did, completely casting off one's own kind was impossible. But... if that was how Sires usually treated their Fledgelings... Wendy wanted no part in that kind of relationship. Over time, she honed her hunting skills and learned to blend in with the mortals who surrounded her.

But, she never forgot that hunger, that desperation and the blood that flowed down her throat like the sweetest wine. And that is where Lovely Hearts came in. It was enough, she told herself at night, it was enough to give back to the world like this. Some nights, that line of thought comforted her more than others. And tonight, it did the trick. Wendy was out of her usual depressive mindset and was actually looking forward to a night on the town. And the evening wasn't going to start if she lingered in the bath until sunrise.

Wendy regretfully rose from the steaming water, one pale arm reaching out to pull a fluffy towel off the waiting rack. Leaving a dainty trail of droplets behind her, Wendy strode to the mirror and wiped off the vial of condensation that separated her from her reflection. Satisfied, she ran a hand over the curves of her own supple form, enjoying the way the heat from the water continued to radiate from her. Why, she almost felt life like... almost. Unfortunately, her self admiration was interrupted by a harsh banging on the polished wood door. Wendy yipped in surprise and took a quick step back as the door sprang open, revealing another pair of vampires on the other side. The newcomers burst into a barrage of wolf-whistles and cat calling. Wendy would have pouted if she hadn't expected the two of them to pull something like this: Thomas Adley and Moira Posely had been her two "real" Sires as far as she was concerned. The pair had met the struggling blonde in the mid-1930s and showed her the ropes. So, Wendy often put up with their juvenile behavior in spite of their grand age. Perhaps some people just never grew up?

"You two are quite rude! You should know to give a lady time to get ready." Wendy chastised the older vampires as she hitched the towel a bit tighter around her form, well aware of Thomas' lingering gaze on the swell of her hip that had been peeking out around the fluffy cotton.

"Of course, of course." Thomas grinned, echoed by Moira's good-natured giggles. "Just remember, the night won't last forever and we don't want this place to get too packed without us." Moira linked their arms together and towed her partner backwards out of the bathroom. The wooden door clicked shut behind them and Wendy sighed. At least these two were harmless, for all their teasing their hearts were in the right place. It really had been too long since she had gone out for simple fun, everything before hand been business, business, and more business. Perhaps this was just the break that she needed?

❈--Presently


"Oh my Lord, no." Wendy was agog at the place that the two had brought her to: The Dungeon. It sounded positively sleazy and not at all the posh, delicate places that she was used to! This time, Wendy did pout as she nervously glanced over at her only vampire friends. "This is the surprise you wanted to show me?" The Dungeon's entrance looked like some kind of old world tavern, a sign that would be more at home during colonial times: weathered and cracked with age in the shape of an axe. The exterior walls were peeling, painted brick. Red and golden light was spilling out from behind the bouncer, cloaking him in shadow. It just really did not look like her kind of scene...

"Darling there is no need to be nervous." Moira cooed, gently lacing her fingers together with Wendy's. Partially in comfort and partially to keep the blonde from attempting to bail on them. "This is exactly what you need: excitement! You shouldn't be cooped up in your home all the time."

"Exactly." Thomas chimed in, already stepping towards the bouncer. "Come on Wendy Bird, Moira pet~" And, of course, there was nothing else to do but follow him.


Of course, the interior of the club was a slightly different story. It still held an air of danger and grubbiness but it was offset by the gorgeous, glittering chandeliers that hung above their heads. "What a strange aesthetic..." Wendy whispered to herself, fingers lightly toying with the glimmering embroidery on the edges of her sleeves. Tonight, the former starlet was robed in black velvet, pearls and gemstones. It caught the light of the club and drew many an eye by twinkling in the shadows. Her hair was freshly curled and her lips were painted a rich, ruby red. A sight to behold as always... If only she knew whose club she had entered.

"Wendy? Why don't you fetch a round of drinks while Moira and I look for a table?" Thomas spoke up and Wendy nodded. Now that she was inside the establishment, even if she was still a little uncomfortable, she was curious about the patrons that swarmed around her. Flashing a million dollar smile at the pair, Wendy slowly picked her way through the crowd. Cautious, yet graceful, she soon found herself before a sleek black bar.

"Three cosmos please. Neat?" She called, trying to catch the bartender's eye.

1250 ❈ Rafael Iniesta ❈ OUTFIT: Dress & Heels
authored by
Rafael Iniesta
May 7 2018, 10:00 PM
Age 349
Height 6ft 1 in (185.42 cm)
Weight 175 lbs (79.34 kg)
Affiliation Lone
Sexuality Pansexual
Status Dating is for imbeciles
Vampire





As Rafe often did on busy nights, he walked the club, schmoozing the regulars, playing in the acts that went on in the 'members only' section upstairs, and generally enjoyed himself. He had amassed significant wealth over the centuries, and now he could enjoy the luxury of sitting back and investing. He invested in clubs specifically because it was mostly play and minimal work. Sure, he kept the books and handled the business, but he relied mainly on his manager to hand the day to day.

His head of security nodded to him and spoke. It was soft, lower than humans could hear across the room, but Rafe would hear him and he knew it. The senator was here. Rafe nodded his head in the direction of their back entrance near the stairs to the members only section. He wouldn't be in the public areas where he could easily be spotted. No, no. If the media caught wind of how he liked to watch a good flogging and get humiliated by a dominatrix in their private room, he'd loose all those lovely conservative constituents.

He'd just gotten in tonight, his hair still wet from a recent shower, white shirt pressed, tailored suits screaming it's price tag. He was just about to join the senator upstairs, to put in some face time... when an unfamiliar blond vampire entered his club. He saw her almost instantly, the clear signs of another of his kind like a beacon, drawing his eye, as if her beauty wasn't enough. She entered with two other, clearly older vampires. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

Most of the regulars wore a mix of formal wear and gaudy leather. Even now, a man passed him with broad shoulders over a nearly naked chest, only covered by an ex of leather across his pecks. He went to join a woman on the dance floor with a see through top and no bra. Upstairs it was a clothing optional, physical intimacy encouraged policy. By comparison, she might as well been dressed for a charity event. He smiled, making his way towards her as she sat down at the bar.

"Is there any other way to make a cosmo?" He asked, disgusted at the idea. He had some of the best bartenders, and ice was used when you mixed, but never actually poured into the glass. Not that it mattered, their drinking alcohol was just to blend in. They couldn't actually digest it. It'd have to be purged at the end of the night and until then it'd sit like a stone in their stomach. God, that was one of few things he missed about his human days... getting drunk. Now, he only became intoxicated when he gorged on the finest of red wines, straight from the vein.

Rafe waved his hand and the bartender moved from the opposite side of the bar to take the order, bypassing a whole line of patrons. "This lady would like three cosmos, on the house." He told him. "It's not every day I have such... interesting guests." And by interesting he meant 'not dull humans' that were about as entertaining as mice a cat could bat around with its paw. His gaze flicked to her companions, emphasizing who he meant.

Wendy Starling
authored by
Wendy Starling
May 26 2018, 02:20 PM
Age 113
Height 5ft 5in (165.1cm)
Weight 130lb (58.967kg)
Affiliation None
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Vampire





The grand masquerade of acting human was something that Wendy Starling cherished. After those formal years, she had embraced the mask of mortality with open arms. She mourned the loss of the sun and the exotic array of food the world had to offer. The change had been and perhaps always would be a struggle in that regard: Wendy was caught between two worlds. Her mind was locked into the past, into what she once had but her body craved this new bloody existence. Instinct always won out in the end no matter how hard she tried. The former starlet would even try to hold down any mortal food that she consumed, putting off the purge until it was absolutely necessary. Reckless and fruitless perhaps, but it helped fuel the masquerade and allowed Wendy to indulge in her humanistic fantasies just a little more.

Maybe Thomas and Moira had misunderstood her fantasy, for the patrons around her seemed to be indulging in the lewd and the strange. The two elder vampires had been quite kind to her, but they could never understand the wistful imagination of the former starlet. This was not Wendy's "undead" eulogy to her former life as a human. No, while she quietly, obsessively mourned the patrons around her thew themselves into the chaos of modern sexuality, things that the platinum blonde was still quite ignorant to. Even as a young human woman her tastes in the throws of passion had been limited as most of it was simply spent spreading her legs for whoever instructed her to or paid her enough to do it. And anything darker... well, she had blocked that out.

As she moved through the crowd, the century old vampire was consumed by the musk of sweat and lust. Her tummy did uncomfortable back-flips as a man wearing nothing but thigh high, leather boots and black underwear brushed by. His clothes left nothing to the imagination and she couldn't help but stare as he made his way to the dance floor. How lewd! Just what kind of establishment was this?! The platinum blonde turned her attention back to the bar, lamenting the fact that alcohol could not save her from her own awkwardness. How troublesome...

"Is there any other way to make a cosmo?"

The voice that drawled in from beside her was smooth and deep. Wendy couldn't help but glance over and consider the man who had come to join her. There was... something different about him. Wendy was young, not a fledgling, but also sheltered enough that the signs of her own kind were lost on her. All she saw was a pretty man, the kind she would have swooned over in her youth and perhaps even willingly bared herself to on a casting couch. Clean cut, in a well pressed suit with hair still damp and smelling like soap... it drew her in. The most dangerous predators were often the most beautiful and to Wendy: he was exquisite. His fine clothes were comforting amidst the other patrons that surrounded them. And there was also something familiar about him. What was it? His looks or maybe the scent of him tickled something in the back of her mind. His scent, his scent...

Blood.

No matter how much a vampire tries to hide it, there is the faintest trace of blood clinging to their bodies, it permeates them to the very scraps of their damned souls. At least, that is how Wendy had always perceived it. Sweet and sanguine, it was as alluring as it was repulsive. She was caught, voiceless as her mind rebelled against the instinctual pull her body felt to him. A draw to someone who had been connected to her Sire though the blonde did not know this. A cherry red lip was gently worried between pearl white teeth as she considered him. Her sharp blue eyes drank in every inch despite the low lighting. Did he know what she was to? He must!

"This lady would like three cosmos, on the house... It's not every day I have such... interesting guests."

Wendy finally found her voice. "On the house?" She did not mean to sound ungrateful, only surprised. In her past, it was rare to find a vampire acting civil when a new, young one moved into their territory. Or maybe those were just brutes who did not respect the higher authorities around them... Los Angeles had always been a chaotic city for Wendy, even more so when she was embraced by the night. In the 1920s and 30s the Centurion of the city, Lord, Wendy never really learned to keep up with vampire politics, was quite a brute. He hadn't cared if there were newly turned roaming around and acting vile. Wendy knew that if she had never been picked up by Thomas and Moira that she would not have survived her first decade of thirst. And yet, here she was. "I only meant..." The starlet cleared her throat, trying to recover from her own awkwardness. "Thank you."

Could this be why Thomans and Moira brought her here? Did they not want to play along with her human masquerade but instead try to make her embrace the monster within by introducing her to other vampires? Wendy's blue gaze danced over to her companions before fixing the handsome stranger with her million watt smile, "Do I get to know the name of such a gracious gentleman?" Already her mind had deemed him as safe. Such a foolish notion.

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