drawn to the flame

kiya suwan ➳ 476 year old vampire we're nocturnal creatures we own the night

[kiya-suwan]

swearonstars​:

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If there was one thing Leyla had been good at these past few days was wearing a smile. A bright and bubbly laugh broke from her lips as she sipped away at her drink. A warm and infectious smile toyed at the corners of her delicate features. The kind that could draw others in with a mere hint of look and she was for the most part fully allowing herself to live the moment and enjoy the presence of the beautiful brunette she had been flirting back and forth with. That was until she felt the woman’s fingers trail over the pulse of her wrist. Her body quickly tensing up despite herself as her back pressed as far up against the back of the booth as she possible could. It was as if electricity had just shot through her veins and she quickly recoiled at the touch. Leyla knew the rules. She knew the vampire wouldn’t feed on her without her consent and yet she couldn’t help, but feel the instant fear of the thought of teeth piercing through her skin once again. The memories of when she had been attacked with her consent flooding back in and putting her instantly on edge.

“Been there, done that and I promise you, I won’t so,” Leyla mumbled out as she squirmed a bit more in her seat at the thought. Not trying to upset the other woman, but also not being able to ignore the way her heart was anxiously pounding against her chest. “Maybe you can find someone else?”

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It was a real shame to see the other change so dramatically when Kiya tried to see if the pretty woman would be open to some fun feeding. The lovely flirting, the way she was sure she’d go home with someone tonight, or at the very least maybe enjoy some moments alone. Still, it was a shame to see her draw so quickly away from Kiya as if she were a dangerous creature. She bit back a sigh, but moved to lean back in her own seat. Kiya wouldn’t feed without someone’s consent. Even without the rules that kept her line, she had enjoyed feeding from those who liked the act, not those who struggled against her. 

“Then whoever fed from you did not do it properly, my dear.” Kiya told her, her voice soft. “But do not worry, even if the rules were not protecting you, I still would not feed from you unless you wanted it. I like for both of us to enjoy it.” She winked, trying to have them start to flirt again. “You are perfectly safe with me, darling.” 

[jasminesanders]

[maidavika]

[kiya-suwan]

vargasxraul​:

where: the fountain who: open @darkesthourstarters​

Raul had never considered himself a believer in luck or fate. There were too many ways for plans to go awry when left to simple chance, and yet, as he stood in front of the fountain, quarter clutched in one fisted hand, he couldn’t help but think that this was just that – asking the universe for some sort of small morsel of luck. Tradition, he thought to himself as his hand came up, quarter flying over one shoulder. “So, is this supposed to be a one-size fits all ask and you receive kind of thing or does the person in charge know when someone doesn’t believe?” 

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Superstition never seemed to leave Kiya’s life. She had witnessed, tradition, superstitions, beliefs and religions throughout the world and through the centuries. Some might change, but a lot still remained the same at the core. Despite the ages that went by, and the shift in belief with the world, people still gripped to the idea of luck and improving their life with mere thoughts. She watched the man flip the coin into the fountain and smiled as he addressed her. “I suppose it all depends on what person in charge you believe in.” Different doctrines said different things on his question. “Though, I do know you can not say what you wish for out loud or it won’t come true.” That was always a common trait. 

[davikahoorne]

[kiya-suwan]

swearonstars​:

“She’s certainly the sweet talker, isn’t she?” Devin mused, casting her gaze across her second in command who was in the midst of entertaining one very clearly infatuated human, or should she say the human was the one entertaining Kiya? Devin was hardly one to enjoy feeding in any capacity, although she was more inclined to drink directly from the source herself as well rather than from that of a blood bag, but only when it was absolutely necessary. The woman often starving herself for long periods of time before the hunger became to severe to ignore and, even then, she’d partake in a mere sip at most before scrunching up her face at the thought of all too metallic taste of blood in her mouth. But, her own issues with feeding aside, the clan leader was hardly one to purposely try an interrupt. She had only been passing by to her own table when she caught a glimpse of the familiar face and felt it would rude not to at least say hi. Only, now she was wondering, in part, if she had made the wrong choice? “But, she’s good for her word. And from what I hear, you’re good hands,” She offered up with a hint of a grin and that of passing shrug for the human before tilting her gaze towards Kiya herself. “Kiya. Fancy seeing you here. But, don’t mind me. I’m just passing by. Wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.”

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Hearing the voice, Kiya smirked though her gaze didn’t stray from the human across the table she was quickly making a job of seducing and enticing them. Unlike most vampires, Kiya had no problems with her feedings. It was surprising, given her monstrous start and the way she destroyed her family when she was still an infant in this new life. She had struggled for a while in the beginning after that, waring between starving herself and losing control from her hunger on the ship with Petrus. It was him who helped her gain control, he kept her under him until she fed regularly, until she had control and even until she enjoyed feeding. He kept her on that ship, their supply of humans being replenished with each port they stopped at. And when she finally did enjoy feeding, they started to travel. Even today, Kiya still enjoyed feeding and she scooted closer to her human, kissing at their neck in a teasing manner as she glanced up at Devin. It had been a good partnership between them and she was glad they got along so well. “Would you like to join?” She asked, and kissed the shell of the human’s ear. “She’s right you know. Everyone I’ve been with has only had good things to say about me. You’ll be coming back for more.” She purred and turned the human towards her, tilting their chin and kissing them slowly. “Join us, Devin. They smell divine. You won’t mind, would you?” Her voice was alluring and the human slowly nodded, too wrapped around her finger to deny her anything. 

[maidavika]

[kiya-suwan]

siennaspencers​:

@kiya-suwan​

At Clan Headquarters

Sienna continued to work at her iPad while sipping on a blood bag, she stayed firmly placed at the nice table and comfy chair in headquarters. While she half expected to be treated like she was in exile, nobody seemed to mind her presence in the least, in fact for the most part she’d been ignored. Which she wasn’t sure if that was for the worse or for the better. As her blood bag went dry she snapped her fingers to signal for another from the staff, didn’t bother to look up.

Instead she just held out the bag, waiting for it to be replaced, but when it wasn’t she looked over at the person who appeared next to her. Half ready to yell, but it was Kiya. “Oh.” She remarked in surprise. “Thought you were one of the waiters.” She chuckled. “Want to take a seat? I can put away this iPad and give you a moment or two of my time.” She teased.

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Heels clicked against the floor as Kiya made her way back to her office. It’d been a long morning, training and dealing with a young vampire who seemed to teeter on the edge of controlling their hunger. She may be old, but Kiya remembered being young and not being able to control her thirst in the beginning. The most damaging time had been when she killed her family. That dark memory was so engrained in her, she’d never be able to relive the horrifying details that had ruined her life. Thankfully, the sound of a snap pulled her from spiraling into the darkness and she glanced up to see her ex-wife.

The smirk graced her lips as Selene looked up and realized she was not who she expected. “No, and I hope I don’t look like one of the waiters.” She chuckled lightly. Glancing at her watch, Kiya decided she had the time and sat down. “I suppose I should be honored that you would give me that attention.” Kiya nodded at the tablet now being set down on the table. “What are you working on?”

[tantawans]

[davikahoorne]

[davikahoorne]

[jasminesanders]

[kiya-suwan]

swearonstars​:

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“What the hell? Sure, why not?” Liv found herself offering up as the woman before her whom was all too clearly a vampire offered to feed from her. The seraph knew that it might not exactly be the brightest idea of have a vamp take a bite out of her, but then again, she had been in the business of avoidance lately and what better way to avoid her currently predicaments then to allow herself to get lost in the high that she heard all too much about at this point? “Could be fun. So, we doing this here or do we want to go downstairs?” Liv asked curiously, having only the rumors about the feeding room below Sinners in passing, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been curious enough to want to check it out herself.

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Lips turned upwards as the other accepted her offer. There usually was someone who would be interested. Having a vampire feed from you could be very enjoyable, if done right of course. And some were very curious about the almost forbidden act. Biting her lip, Kiya leaned closer and ghosted her lips over the other’s neck. Only to tease and to get her excited, but it was dramatic and flirty. “Good, you look so beautiful it would be a waste to let you go.” She whispered and pulled back to look into the other’s eyes. “Would you like to go downstairs?” Kiya grinned and tilted her head. She heard the slight spike in the other’s heartbeat when asking about the feeding room downstairs. Either she’d been and craved to go back or she had only heard rumors of the den of sin. 

[kiya-suwan]

lohastings​:

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Logan had half zoned out until she felt someone’s fingers tracing up her wrist, she gave a forced smile before snatching her wrist away and back in her lap. “Trust me you won’t like my blood considering it’s full of vervain.” She remarked dryly. After dating a vampire and having a brother who was one Logan always made sure she couldn’t be compelled. “Although I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be asking to feed so publicly. I may wrong, but isn’t there an accord or two about this?” Logan asked with a smirk as she took a drink from her glass. “Plus, pretty sure its frowned upon if the supreme is getting drank from by a vampire. Considering the whole witches created vampires thing.” 

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Kiya had seen the other sometimes with Devin for official business, she knew she was the leader of the witch’s coven. But that didn’t stop Kiya from flirting with her or trying to see if she was up to have a little feeding session. After all, she believed in peace and outrightly didn’t dislike any specific species - only certain members that managed to make her angry. Yet, the mention of vervain did dissuade her. “Well, that’s no fun.” Kiya pouted. “Though you are right, I would not like blood laced with vervain.” Not at all. Kiya tilted her head, the flirty smirk not leaving her lips just yet. “There’s no accords against asking someone to feed from them. Not when we are surrounded by those like ourselves.” She gestured towards those mingling around them, none of them who smelled of human. After all, this particular location was not open to humans. “It is only frowned upon if you let it be.” Kiya chuckled and leaned back in her seat. “What is accepted and frowned upon has changed so much over the years. It holds no meaning to me, no matter what country I’m in. For soon it may totally change.” Being married to one of the original creators of the vampire species also made the whole creation seem less mythical and more mundane. 

[kiya-suwan]

vampirexhector​:

Still so utterly new to vampirism, Hector had made something of a spectacle of himself the first time he had to feed. And while the incident had thankfully passed without collateral damage, bloodthirst mistaken for drunkenness by most of the human spectators before an immortal interloper coaxed him down, it had nevertheless planted Hector squarely on the clan’s radar. Potentially joining its ranks still felt strange, however, as if he were truly accepting what he now was by doing so. And he did not know if he was ready to do that. 

But screwing up his bravery now, he approached Kiya without any sense of decorum, deciding that maybe, if being among other vampires was the proper vampire thing to do, he ought to get a few more questions answered before signing his un-life away. “Oh, hey, what’s up? I dunno if you’d even remember me, but….oh! Shit. I’m interruptin’ something. Word. My bad.” He knit his brow, then, looking from her to the other person. Hector’s eyes widened. “Wait, is it supposed to feel good? I’m sorry. None of my business. I’ll let ya finish, but if you’re..ya know, I could buy you a drink? Or not, I guess. I’m makin’ a real shit first impression, aren’t I?” 

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Kiya had learned patience over the centuries of her her immortal life. One such lesson was to not get too upset when someone interrupted her meal or even tried to scare away who she was trying to feed from. Her gaze stayed on the man across the table, but she noticed the way he looked up as Hector approached her and started talking. It was disappointing, but she wasn’t hungry enough to be a danger, and she was sure she’d find him or someone else who would be happy to let her that night. “It’s okay, I’ll just finish up here.” She spoke cooly to Hector, while not taking her eyes off of her companion. Kiya wrote her number on a napkin, pulling a pen out of her bag. Standing up, she leaned across the table and let her ears brush over the man’s ear while this angle gave him quite a good angle of her assets. “Call me if you would like to continue this conversation. I promise you, you’ll enjoy it.” Kiya all but purred against the man’s ear and left him the napkin. 

Standing up fully now, she turned away from the slack-jawed man and looped her arm through Hector’s to steer him towards the bar. “Now, how about that drink you promised me.” She hummed, smiling at the much younger vampire who she knew was struggling with his turn. “And then I can answer the questions you already posed and the many more I’m sure you have.” 

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[kiya-suwan]

rohan-persaud​:

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“I’m actually a vegetarian, so I sort of taste like, you know, celery. Four out of ten, don’t recommend.” Rohan managed a weak, somewhat flustered, smile, curling his hand inward and tucking it neatly on his lap. And while he was making an effort to maintain decorum, he was not quite certain this proposition was not a veiled attempt to enact vengeance on the coven, as if he were somehow important enough to enact vengeance upon. “I don’t mean anything by that. Truly. I’m sure you’re…very nice to be fed on by. But I’m squeamish and particular and have a lot of strange hang-ups involving lifeblood and all. This body here, thin barrier of flesh between me and the astral netherworld. Keep all its pieces inside.” He cleared his throat, falling silent for a long, awkward beat. “You know, my friend Ken is a vampire. You must know my friend Ken. I didn’t even offer for, like, him to feed on me when he really needed to, and well…I’d hate to, you know, make him think I was holding out on him specifically. We’re great friends, me and Ken.” He cleared his throat. “Oh look, a waiter. Wine. Can I have more wine?”

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Lips pulled up revealing pearly whites as he rambled on and on. “I actually like the taste of celery and other vegetables.” Kiya interjected with a light laugh. But, she let him ramble on to try and back out of the proposition. It was amusing, to watch him struggle to politely say no he didn’t want to be fed on. Kiya didn’t feed from others when they showed they really did not want to, so she wouldn’t force him or change his mind. But, because he was so nervous, Kiya wasn’t above playing with him just to tease and play with how nervous he was. “Oh, I am very nice to fed on by. Trust me, many people have enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it.” She whispered low and seductively. “I can make it quite euphoric.” Kiya told him with a tilt of her head. But she released his hand and didn’t try to take it back. Instead she pulled her hands back to in front of her. “Ah, now you can’t tempt me with astral netherworld barriers. That simply sounds like a high.” Kiya giggled a tinkling laugh. “I know Ken. I can be trusted to know everyone in the Clan. But I guess we can’t make Ken feel left out. Though, I do think a snub would do him good.” The waiter appeared and Kiya ordered a bottle of wine for them as well as an appetizer. Leaning back in her chair she grinned. “Fear not, I won’t be feeding from you if you say no.” Which he had.