Bailey Quinn Calinao

[duderosiers]

he winked in response to bailey's agreement, grin on his face looking more natural as the two fell back into familiar patterns. between the two of them, jean-claude thought that she was the better looking - it was a fact. not that he'd ever voice such a thing, god forbid the vampire show a little humility when it came to his looks.

the vampire flicked the tv on with the remote, changing it off a disconnected HDMI (for when someone that wasn't him wanted to play a videogame or two) to flick to some streaming service and find a movie. "time to get back to our roots," jean-claude echoed in agreement, finally settling on something mind numbing and easy to digest - the devil wears prada.

it was barely an hour into the movie when j.c spoke again, alcohol mixing with muddled emotions he was so determined to keep a stopper on. yet, it wasn't on as tightly as he'd have wished.

"bailey," his voice was softer than before. "i think i've fucking blown it? completely,"

[bailey-calinao]

“Our roots, I certainly like the sound of that.”  Bailey commented, watching her sire set the television where they could watch a film. 

“You know, her boyfriend is a real ass.”  The vampire pointed out, rather annoyed how the man was acting in the film.  Along with the main character’s friend.  All of them seemed rather petty, but that was her opinion on the matter.

As they continued the movie, her attention turned towards Jean Claude who uttered her name.  Suddenly, she felt the shift in the room and she looked at him sympathetically. 

“No, I think Matthew loves you.  You were right though, he needs to clean up his act.  It wouldn’t be fair for him to cut yours and his time short by his actions,” she said alluding to the human’s drug use.

“Everything will work out,” Bailey nodded trying to convince herself and him of her words.

[the--aiden]

"Just a bit boring, but then again, boys wanted them free of women aside from the dancing ones," he said and then shook his head at her question, not needing to go into any details of himself. He'd let his hair long enough currently to cover his ears from prying eyes. "Bailey sounds more like a good old Baileys to me," he joked, though he himself not the biggest fan of the sweet drink. "And trust me, once you've spent more than a month here there's nothing new that can be happening to you. Enjoying the town and our few bars?"

[bailey-calinao]

“Oh, so you like Baileys?”  The vampire asked with a raised brow and a devious smirk across her lips.  “Is that so?  Sounds awfully boring.  Why would anyone choose to remain in a place with nothing new taking place?”  Bailey lifted her shoulders up in a shrug, really unsure what she was doing lately in town.  It was supposed to be a short trip, visiting her sire and meeting his beau.  But things went sideways and now, she remained.  “The town does have its own charm, I suppose.  And yes, I do enjoy the bars and clubs.”

[the-katherine]

"Nothing, just thought that half a year of sobriety is enough, don't you think so?" the witch grinned as she looped her arm around Bailey's elbow as they had often done when she had gotten too drunk before the new year when they had hung out more. She felt like she had had a drought of contact with people since starting the job four months ago, focusing too much on the numbers and also trying to stay in the loop with her family and watching after Yellow most of the days now as she didn't want to bother Tony with the pup.

"Please tell me how you've been, what have I missed except you scoring drinks with meals," she joked, the thought one of their last text exchanges that had left her blushing back then making her stomach make a flip once again.

[bailey-calinao]

Bailey nodded, “I would say yes. Damn, why so long?” The vampire questioned. For her, it was a foreign notion to go sober. What was the point with immortality? “What kind of drinks are you wanting to get?”

She pointed to herself, “oh little oh me? Not a lot. Just staying close to my sire.” Ever since the break between Jean Claude and Matthew, she had been concerned for his well being and been wanting to keep a careful eye on him. “Other than that, things are rather boring. Still searching for a part-time job, but nothing excites me too much. What about you? How is work and being an actual adult?”

[duderosiers]

once, jean-claude had been a good hunter, or at least a decent one, his grounds warehouse raves that went on for days or underground nightclubs where you could barely see your own face, nevermind anybody else's. biting into a neck, leaving someone propped up against a wall didn't raise many suspicions until daybreak, and others realised that the person wasn't sleeping, or completely zonked out on drugs but, actually dead.

greywood had awoken the spoilt duke's son in him by giving him easy access to food, willing participants that he could drink from and sleep with (and, fall in love with to). a skilled vampire had become nothing more than a fat lap cat, contended with sunbathing and little else.

"it's true, i am beautiful," he placed his hands under his chin and posed before tossing a few straws in the potent mixture and bringing it over to the coffee table in the living room - where there had once been a painting on the wall, it stood empty, and the space felt emptier for it.

j.c took another drink of his cocktail. not quite a zombie, nor a long island iced tea...more like a long island zombie on ice. that was a terrible name.

"we're a lethal pair together,"

[bailey-calinao]

There it was, the other admitting his beauty.  There was relief in those words, she was concerned for his well being and at least there was still acknowledgement in those attributes.  “One of the most beautiful people I've ever seen.”  It was not a lie, when she first met him all those years ago at the bar she was working at.  Something about his features drew her in, even to this day, she couldn't put her finger on it.

As they made their way towards the living room, Bailey continued to drink at the concoction that he made. Occasionally, her face would sour from the immense amount of alcohol, but hey she was at least feeling a good buzz.

“We are, it has been too long.  Time to get back to our roots.”  She commented.

Resting the drink on the coffee table, she plopped down on the couch and started to relax.  Ready for the movie he picked out.

[oreohrion]

"A club sounds fun!" Oreo interjected, "Yeah, the forest does seem scary. I usually try to avoid it," they gave a nervous chuckle and folded the towel they'd been wiping the counter with as idle fidgeting, "Dog park could be fun too. My brother has, loike, so many dogs, but I can't manage all of them so I couldn't go with them alone. Do you like to dance? If you're up for it, maybe we could try out a club seeing as we're both still figuring this place out?"

[bailey-calinao]

“Perhaps we can go to one soon,” she offered.  As they discussed the forest, Bailey was more intrigued than scared of the place.  Some part of her wanted to do an adventure with someone out there, but everyone she spoke to seemed concerned about going missing.  “Wow, how many?”  She inquired curiously.  Although she liked dogs, she could never be responsible enough to own any animals.  A smile formed, “yeah.  I like to dance,” she shrugged trying to play it off.  “Sure, that could be fun.  Lemme know when you’re available.”

[jeremybeacom]

The bite itself not being all that bad, the most nerve wracking part turned out to be how wiggly she was while seated on his lap. Entirely against his own will, he felt himself harden slightly purely because he had an attractive woman wiggling on his lap, leaning against him in an intimate way and he felt himself flush deeply as he hoped that she didn't feel it or notice it and then he got so into his head about whether or not he should apologize for it happening, not knowing if it was normal or not normal that by the time she stopped feeding from his neck he barely even noticed until she was suddenly in front of his face again, asking him a question.

'Hu-uh?" His brain failed to keep up to speed with the current of events and thus took him some time to realize what was happening now. Another bite? He supposed she was asking because she could use more blood. He didn't feel light headed at all yet, which was good, and likely due to his werewolf genetics and the rapid healing was already working on the bite at his neck, making the new skin feel itchy as it grew over the wound and the drying blood felt tight and cooling. Luckily the panic of these diverting thoughts diminished his erection.

"O-Okay... okay... I-I, um... my-my... my wrist-wrist. My wrist?" He suggested while shifting in his seat, trying to put a bit of distance between her face which was still so very close to his.

[bailey-calinao]

The vampire enjoyed every delightful moment between the two of them, despite the little twinge of guilt knowing this was the first time for the other and he actually appeared to be a decent man…not many of those around.  Yet, she could not help but tease and move against him causing his arousal in his pants.  There was a part of her that wanted to ease his suffering, help him in his time of need.  However, she doubted he was the type to go for a one night stand.  He was just here to help the vampires, a noble cause.

So, she decided to throw him a bone and ask if there was somewhere else he would prefer.  It came as no surprise that he requested the wrist.  One of the least sexual places to be bitten, but she merely nodded.  “As you wish.”  Remaining on his lap just for shits and giggles, she reached for his wrists and kept her eyes on him as she lifted it to her mouth and her fangs came out.  Piercing through the flesh, she began to feed while she looked at him to gauge things.

[the-katherine]

Getting ready for a night out had become a bit foreign for the little witch, but she was nonetheless as ready as ever to do so. With her birthday coming in a week she wanted to do something for it from now. She even invaded her sister’s closet for something that would be more party-like than her usual jeans or skirt with long tops over them. She had changed her at home and had a quick bite with her sister, then texted Bailey to let her know that she was heading towards the club. Another face she felt like she hadn't seen in ages, the new job equally boring (some of the time) and time consuming, eating away at her usually entirely free schedule.

"Hi, stranger. Are you ready to get hammered? Cause I think it's high time I do that this year," she grinned as she neared the familiar figure.

[bailey-calinao]

The text came through and Bailey sent a message saying she would be running somewhat late.  It was a common move that she did, not getting ready until she knew people were on the way to whatever agreed upon destination.

About an hour later, she was greeted by Katherine and her eyes lit up at the beautiful woman.  Things between them were weird, lying under the stars together and talking personal things, yet nothing else shared between them.  It baffled Bailey, but it also excited the vampire to have someone like Kat in her life.  “Wow, you want to get hammered?  I am shocked.  What is going on here?”  She questioned with a bright smile.  “Not that I’m saying no, because I’m definitely saying yes.”

[the--aiden]

"Sure you can," he said as he took the pack from his back pocket and then waited for her to bite on the cigarette to also use his lighter to light it for her. He nodded a her words, letting the smile on his lips grow. "Really? I've been to a few parties and I'm sure I haven't seen you there," he said, though he did understand it was mostly a metaphor. "Aiden, not really anyone special. And who are you, Miss Party Starter?"

[bailey-calinao]

A devious smirk formed as he plucked one of the cancer sticks from the package and handed it to her along with the lighter.  Placing the cigarette between her plump lips, she lit it and handed the lighter back.  “Clearly, they must have been boring parties.”  She stated.  Bailey shrugged.  “No one special huh?”  Why did she not believe that?  It seemed everyone in town had something going on or taking place in their lives.  “Bailey, though a lot of people just call me Bay.  Still rather new to town, but I guess I've been here long enough to know the place somewhat decently.”

[duderosiers]

the vampire had never been one to confront his own emotions, especially the nasty ones, the ones that twisted up his insides and made him feel sick. there were aspects of his past, dark and daunting that jean-claude simply refused to think about - not so much focusing on being positive, just doing everything in his power to stop being uncomfortable. he'd been given not one, but two chances at life anew. it was impossible to come back normal after that.

was a 'girls night' going to cure his heartbreak? no. but, for a few hours, it would ease the pain, allow him to act like he should.

"i know i do," he winked as his progeny playfully with a laugh at her reaction to the vase - it was strong enough then, to both set up a good night and totally erase it from memory.

"that bad, hm?" j.c took the filled glass, tasting it and pulling an equally impressive face. "oh. oh. that's pure booze. that'll knock us out later, thank god," that was the desired effect wanted. listening to bailey reminisce did make him smile a little.

"we could still do that, i could pencil it in for next week. drive out of town, find someone handsome hitchhiker, make him fall in love with you...or, just in a club in denver. then bam, drain him dry,"

[bailey-calinao]

The progeny dare not prod Jean Claude for answers, she could tell there was something disturbingly off with her sire.  Perhaps in a week or two, the two could discuss such matters on a deeper level.  Tonight though, she knew he just needed to get out of his head and try to focus on something different.

“Indeed it will,” she shrugged.

It had been awhile since the two had hunted together.  Since her rebirth in this new life as a vampire, she had always had a more predator disposition about herself and enjoyed the thrill.  Greywood has yet to tame that side of her, although it was slowly chipping away at her.

“We both know you’re the irresistible one, one look at you and he will fall hard.  But it does sound fun.”

[the--aiden]

@bailey-calinao

Wednesday nights weren't the most busy in the clubs or bars, or so Aiden would have thought when he agreed to go to Capricorn with a few friends to celebrate a buddy's birthday. By now he was honestly ready to go, knowing he'd regret if he stayed too much later than the current early time of eleven, but waking up at five had its downsides when it came to partying. It was a good thing though that Aiden wasn't too much into the activity. He was by the door now, sobering up from the two beers and the glass of whiskey he'd had, lighting up a cigarette, when he had to move to the side. "Sorry, don't mean to take up the door," he grinned a little lopsidedly due to the alcohol at the girl in a short dress who seemed to just be coming in. "If you're late for a party, I'm pretty sure I didn't see anyone in there that might be your group."

[bailey-calinao]

Lately, when Jean Claude was busy mending his broken heart Bailey could be found at one of the local clubs in need of a dance and a willing donor.  In a pair of black stilettos and a tight forming dress, she approached the club to see a handsome man with a cigarette between his fingers.  “You’re fine,” she smirked.  “May I bum a cigarette?”  She asked curiously.  It had been awhile since she smoked.  With dead lungs, it didn’t give the same effect, but the handsome stranger caught her attention.  “Oh, I am never late.  The party doesn’t start until I arrive,” she responded cockily.  “So,” her honey colored eyes looking up and down the man.  “Who are you in this town?”

[duderosiers]

she left him for a few brief moments to go pick something extravagant from his wardrobe, jean-claude pouring bottles into the vase-turned-pitcher silently. with bailey gone, some of that exuberance, the need to appear fine and completely in control...dropped. the ache crept back in, the little voice of doubt that he drowned out by focusing on bailey began to whisper again. what if, what if, what if.

what if you ended your relationship over something so small? haven't you considered that by doing this, you've let matty down? you're no better than everybody else who's left him. you claim to love him yet, have abandoned him at his most vulnerable.

he blinked a few times as bailey announced herself back in the room, letting out a trembling breath that the vampire didn't really need to exhale. j.c smiled yet, it didn't reach his eyes the way it usually did, shaking his head; "ah, and deny you that privilege? i wouldn't dream!" he crowed, stirring it and adding a little blood so the two of them could get drunk.

jean-claude did as instructed, moving to his bedroom (ignoring things on the side that weren't his, pushing aside t-shirts and hoodies in the wardrobe that he'd stolen, each one a sharp stab), to find one he liked most - dark green, silk, with a gorgeous maroon and gold gilded pattern upon the sleeves and hem. it seemed he spent too long in that room, silent, staring at a corner of a room before putting back on his face to see his sweet sister.

"is it strong enough? i have some tequila somewhere,"

[bailey-calinao]

At her return, the progeny felt something different about her sire as he smiled towards her.  Something felt off, but she knew he was heartbroken and was most likely throwing off the ambiance of the night.  Right now, she felt powerless, willing to do whatever Jean Claude needed to help mend his broken heart.  Although she doubts one girl’s night would make much of a difference.  More than likely just add as a way for him to distract himself from his pain.

“Oh, so I am the guinea pig?”  The vampire smirked.

While Jean Claude went to get changed for the evening, Bailey went over to the vase and poured herself a glass still unsure of what she thought.  She took a sip and her eyes closed tightly as she swallowed down the drink.  “Um, I think we’re good with liquor.”  She assured him.

When she finally turned to see him, she smiled brightly at how radiant he looked. “You look great,” she smiled as she started to fill a glass for him.

“You know, years ago we would just find some beautiful man to feast upon.”  She commented.  Wondering if maybe a night of how things used to be might be better.  The exhilaration of finding the person and the hunt.

[amyinnile]

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t pay attention to any menus specialized for other species but I am sure there are.” Amy admitted, it felt very unlike her friend Natsuki to overlook any of the residents in what her restaurant has to offer. She giggled then, very light-heartedly. “I am unsure how old you are but this is no longer the last century. It will be fine. Although I can’t say that class difference no longer exists, it’s definitely not as severe anymore. At least in comparison to how it was before and at least not in this town. No one will kick me out for bringing you in. There is no reason to.” She reassured, hopefully enough to ease Bailey into it. If the vampiress was just overall uncomfortable with the whole idea, Amy wouldn’t keep insisting on it. 

“You mean, you know him personally? Wow, that’s impressive.” Not that Amy was ever into following up on any celebrities even in her teenagehood, she found the whole thing ridiculous. Those were just people. Talented people, sure, but still just people. Idolizing them seemed a little wild to her. Bailey however didn’t seem like she did that either, more viewed the mentioned man as a friend and spoke of him as such. “You’re right, they do. So you’re a party girl, huh Bailey?” She smiled at the other, this was not her scene either but she had nothing against people who liked it, as long as they were classy about it. Even as a closet alcoholic herself, she thought there was nothing worse than a drunk lady stumbling about, vomiting all over herself at 2 am, barefoot because her heels hurt too much to get her from the club she got sloshed at. Amy hoped that will never be her. Classy drunk only, thank you very much.

“You still haven’t settled for a workplace, huh? What are you looking into?” Perhaps Amy would be able to help. Their server for the evening approached them and Amy smiled at them, letting Bailey make her order first.

[bailey-calinao]

“It isn’t a huge deal, I am able to eat and indulge in human food here and there as long as it isn’t everyday.”  As a vampire, that seemed to be rare.  It wasn’t as if Bailey could do it everyday or she would get sick.  But, this was a one off if they didn’t have blood infused dishes.  “Not all that old,” she mentioned. Still, she grew up on the streets of LA and was not exactly posh.  The vampire had rough edges around her and was still iffy at the idea of joining her friend.  Last thing she wanted to do was taint Amy’s reputation at the club.

“Not super well, but I did spend time with him at a club and he is very generous and nice to those in his party.  Minho kept buying drinks and making sure all of us had the best service,” she commented.  Party girl, she shrugged at the comment.  Truth was, she was changed at an early age and had no desire to mature or grow up for the time being.  “I suppose, I never really thought about it.”  Which was true, she tended to stray away from any serious topics.

“No clue, something easy I guess.  I only need something part-time right now since I am staying with Jean Claude.  He isn’t charging me rent, thankfully.”  Not that she ever thought he would.

“May I please have some blood infused blackberry wine and” she paused wondering what was good.  She spent more time chatting then paying attention to the menu.  Looking over, she smiled at Amy.  “Do you want to do a charcuterie board and share?”

[bailey-calinao]

“Well isn’t someone full of himself,” the vampire smirked, loving the self confidence displayed.  There was a lot of what he said in the vampire community, many vampires creating progeny then leaving them.  Thankfully, Jean Claude saw something in her after he turned her that created a small family.  The two traveled for years together before going their separate ways, but they always wrote to one another to maintain that familial intimacy.  “A lot of vamps just tend to make others and ditch them, but we’re family.”  Lying there staring up, she actually felt at peace for a few moments.  “I guess, I am not sure if I am helping or not.  He wanted me to meet his lover, I am skeptical because he is a human but I am also trying not to think of all the worst case scenarios.

[the-katherine]

"Not at all, not at all!" he denied though it really depended on the day. And with this much alcohol in him he felt pretty invincible. He listened and nodded a bit absentmindedly but still hearing what she was saying. For him the intertwined relationship between the different species was always interesting and made you wonder what other undiscovered things for humanity there might be out there. "I thought you guys didn't like mixing with humans too much? Or is that a myth," he grinned as he turned to face her again, continuing the dance to unheard music with his foot still on the ground.

[chuckcharlesley]

~~*~~

Willow rolled her eyes. Of course her friend wasn't wearing panties. This was a huge reason why they were friends in the first place, they both knew how to have a good time. Or at least, how to party like it was your job. "Your metaphorical panties then, unbunch those."

"You gotta be careful with that," she laughed as she checked that the bus boy in question was in fact working but hadn't heard. Bailey was quite capable of delivering a threat when it was called for, and backing it up, but mostly she was harmless. "It's a burger place," Willow smirked as she slid into her chair in the out of the way table, "So obviously I'm getting the nachos. But I haven't had anything bad yet so that's a good sign. And I think they have your drink of choice here so."

[bailey-calinao]

Bailey rolled her eyes at her friend, before they headed inside and checked out the busboy.  The man certainly had an appeal and Bailey was here for it.  “Be careful with what?”  She asked, although she knew what Willow was saying.  She just enjoyed playing around with her friend.  “No shit, but I don’t know if they serve blood as a side or what.  Don’t get me wrong, unlike my maker I can actually eat human food.  It just tastes better with blood.”  Bailey commented.  As she searched the menu, she debated on what to get.  A nice burger, rare with all fixings, sounded really good.  It had been awhile.  Then again, nachos sounded great.  “So, how big are the portions?  We can share a thing of nachos then maybe some dessert,” she suggested as she licked her lips and her eyes went back to the busboy.

[oreohrion]

"Maybe they are," Oreo returned brightly, "I'm still learning a lot about fae myself, even if I am one," they laughed as they passed the finished drink over to her. "I think I am, not sure how anyone really handles it well, I mean, I really didn't when I first found out but I think I'm alright about it now."

"Oh, gosh," Oreo blew out a breath, their features scrunching slightly as they thought about it, "Well, I dunno. Oh, I mean, I like here it, I like it here plenty, it's just a lot quieter than I'm used to. I'm barely a citizen here though so I really can't say if there's something every Greywood citizen should do," they reached for a clean towel to wipe down the surface of the counter now that they'd finished making her drink, moving away slightly just to put away the different items he'd used. "I guess if you find out, let me know and we can try it out one of these days," they gave a little laugh, "Try to become real Greywood citizens."

[bailey-calinao]

“It does seem like a lot of information being thrown at you, not sure what I would have done with JC’s guidance when I became a vampire.  But at least you have someone to help.”

Taking a sip from her prepared beverage, she smiled.  “Wow, that is good.”  She remarked as they continued to converse.  “What are you used to?  Where are you from?”  She questioned curiously.  “If you don’t mind me asking, because I kind of get it.   I’m from the streets of LA.”  Bailey told him, giving some information about herself.  “I am still trying to figure things out as well, the town seems nice.  The forest is a bit scary, but I kind of like that.”  She told them.  “I heard there are some fun things though in this little town, such as clubs, wreck rooms, and a nice dog park.”

[chuckcharlesley]

~~*~~

"Dramatic," Willow rolled her eyes at her friend. Technically Bailey was older than her but sometimes it felt like the reverse. Of course, Bailey also had a lot longer to mature than Willow did. That was part of the appeal of their friendship though, everything could be fun and light and there was no requirement to be serious about literally anything. Serious meant dark and Willow hated going there. She actively avoided it and the brunette helped her. "Look we're here," she gestured to the front of Harley's that just came into view, "So untwist those panties and take a deep breath. And we'll see if the bus boy you want is here. Maybe we can convince him to come out with us and then your evening is taken care of."

[bailey-calinao]

Once they reached the restaurant, Bailey turned towards her.  “It felt like ages,” she commented playfully.  “Who said I was wearing panties?”  The vampire smirked as she walked right past her friend to walk inside.  “Oh, if he knows what is good for him, he will come out with us.  Okay, that sounded a bit more threatening than I intended.”  At times, Bailey would speak before thinking her words through.  Bailey led them towards the back corner so they could have some privacy and talk about whatever they wanted without the judgment of the rest of the patrons of the establishment.  “Alright, so what do they have here that’s good?”

[mickey-vaughan]

"Really? I couldn't tell," Jesse commented, tone still more light-hearted and smartass-y than what the woman obviously wanted to deal with. "You know what they say about assuming things, it makes an ass out of you and me." And there was a flash of his grin, because he thought he was oh so clever and funny.

"Actually, it's through his stomach-- meaning food," Jesse said, giving her an idle glance as she toyed around with a pocket knife that came out of seemingly nowhere. That wasn't necessarily anything that bothered him, mostly because he had experience with pocket knives himself, though last time he owned one was years ago. And, to be honest, he figured she was one of those all talk and no play types; a hardass that wanted to look like she would just cut out his heart but wouldn't actually...

That was, until he literally blinked and suddenly, the girl was in his face with a pair of fangs on full display. Jesse flinched backwards, shoulder-blades knocking back against the wall hard. "Jesus Christ," the male exhaled sharply with both hands raised protectively, that teasing jackassery from before having traded immediately for what was a very obvious display of fear and jump in heart rate-- he hadn't come here to get murdered by a fucking vampire. Clearly, she was seconds away from just full on snapping and as foolish as he could be, he wasn't always stupid. Christ, he'd only been joking around. "Right, whatever, have the fuckin' room, okay? I'll just go off and fuck myself, shit--" As he was saying all of this, Jesse eased along the wall to get out from being cornered by her, until he was free to simply ditch through the very door he just came from.

God, he fucking hated Greywood.

[bailey-calinao]

“There is only one ass here and I am looking right at him,” she practically hissed as her eyes narrowed more towards her and her nostrils flaring up from her anger.  “Do you actively just go around to piss people off or am I just lucky?”  Bailey asked, curious about the other.

“Here, let’s get you some food and see what is faster, my blade or your food to the heart.”  The vampire offered as some kind of fun experiment the two could do with each other.  Bailey ran her pad of her thumb against her blade to test the sharpness and nicked herself, she brought it to her lips to taste before returning her sights on the man.  Why was she allowing some pesky human to bother her this much?  If they were not in Greywood, she would have ended this the moment he decided to open his mouth.

Within less than a second, she was right in front of him and her fangs on display.  “What’s wrong?”  She questioned with amusement on her features.  The vampire then licked her lips, “I can hear your heart beating faster.  Could it be that you're nervous?”  Bailey questioned.  “No, please do stay.  I have built up quite the appetite and,” her eyes ran along his body.  As he began to inch away along the wall, she remained in place.

“Come back, I’m not done playing.”