Location: Bite Club
Faction: Darklands
Closed for: @twistedxpromises
Music resonates throughout the Club, a deafening mix of electronic bass and something a little more classic, as though some awful DJ has mashed two perfectly able songs together and created some catastrophe. Much like the creatures that danced in some offbeat rhythm around the dance floor of BC, it fits in the hole that is abomination. Jakoris is done; he’s had his teases; played his civil role and he’s past craving the knowledge of whether the women - the enigma, is worth his attention. Someone who isn’t the ordinary; who doesn’t whore herself out to the room for anything like survival. The human was smart on that front; Jack being both the safest and deadliest thing in that room for her.
He’s pulled her away from the gathering mass of bodies, swarming like flies to the music and the array off feeding choices haphazard around the room. He can feel Jessie’s eyes burning holes in the back of his head; he knew she’d be only amused by his new infatuation with the mortal; his maker always taking interest, he wasn’t usually so kind to the ones he intended to offer such privileges to. Charlotte was nothing ultimately special, that would be too cliche to say aloud. Jack just wanted to enjoy the woman and the fact she wasn’t as predictable as most in the Darklands were. The curtain to his rear catches on his back, giving way, tangling in his hair as he no less than drags her towards him, the silken curtain flapping closed again.
They were once again alone in the adjacent room; the private one bought out by the ones who had appointments that involved a little more than blood - most of the time. Vincent being the casualty of that. Jack’s tongue slides along his lower lip, his fingers tightening on Char’s hand, there’s a wicked smile on his face as he keeps them standing centre of the room. The sound of bass vibrates the floor, but the noise is quieter, he can hear her breathing - the sound of her head running steady beats in her rib cage; pumping that delectable sustenance around her body like nectar. His teeth itched, the throb in his gums; like bruises that were ghosting there but instead of injury, they wanted to inflict. Not the only thing wanting to penetrate in that moment.
Jakoris’ hand snakes around her waist, an action too easy to resist and yanks her to him, staying in that silent for a few moments longer; just enjoying the sound of the woman’s body thrumming beneath his touch. His other hand reaches up, tentative fingers run over the mark he’d previously left on her, the sight encouraging an involuntary twitch from within his trousers. “Hm, Spitfire,” he hums, caught in the darkening ideas of the twisted things he could do to her; the kind that pleasure masked over. “How reckless you feeling now?” he queried, that flicker of darkness fleeting across his eyes, teeth visible through the playful grin he wears. Jack leans down, the warmth of her breath causing his fingers to tighten on her back as it brushes against the cool skin of his cheek. He gently, with a practised motion, nabs the skin at the corner of her lips, dragging himself in to steal a toying bite from her lower one. The tease was whispered against her lips: “What was it you asked me for again?”
