My Little Dancer (Ruby_Demon)

[NicholiDeSchidor]

My Little Dancer

 

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Name: Dameon Lu Siction

Age: 22 years old

History: He had been an orphan and was placed under the care of the vampires that ruled the village.

Race: Vampire

Sire: James Du Vac

Apperance:

 

 

(Changes: Hair is longer. Down to his lower back.)

 

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Often, Dameon was mistaken as a girl. It allowed him to work in such a place as this. Normally, he just went along with the urges of mortals. Charming them was the easy part... Leaving them alive was a different story. He was still a youngling, and having been left to his own devices. He learned quickly enough on his own. But he had enough experience under his belt to know what he had to do in order to get a meal.

 

His long white hair hid half of his face as he once again looked down at the outfit that had been forcefully chosen for him by the owner of the club. He mumbled to himself that the man needed to find better outfits for him that would actually fit. The short black mini skirt didn't leave anything to the imagination and the mesh top clung tightly to his torso. Underneath was a black belly top that hid his... lack of breasts.

 

A soft groan left his lips as he was once again, being ushered out to do his part for the night. "Stupid humans..." He murmured under his breath. Every single one of them was the same, They only wanted one thing. Greedy creatures that thought nothing of the danger that they were in while in his presence. High knee boots clicked along the stage floor before the sounds suddenly stopped in the middle of the wooden floor stage.

 

Bright icy blue eyes lifted only for a short second to the audience. Before the music started up again. Grabbing a hold of the pole in the middle of the stage, his eyes narrowed quickly. Moving against the pole before anyone could see the hunger in his eyes. Some of his movements were quicker than what a mortal's eyes could catch. But all in all, he kept most of his movements graceful. Catching the eyes of most of the crowd. It was working, he had managed to charm almost everyone in the room without even batting an eye. Most of them were already halfway out of their seats.

 

The thought crossed his mind, he could kill every last one of them within moments... if he wanted. But then, where would the fun be in doing it the easy way? He would have his meal by the end of it anyways.

[Ruby_Demon]

 

Name: Tariq de Umi

Age: 29 years old or so he says

History: Was kidnapped at a young age by his Sire's secret demon/lycan lover and raised by them until of age to be turned.

Race: Vampire

Sire: Lucas van Umi

 

 

 

 

Tariq looked onto the stage floor below him with a smug smirk as he watched the performance of his dancers and staff. It was out of boredom and slight amusement that he decided to create a strip club. Though watching the crowd and his employees interact and the atmosphere of the place, it seemed that he had chosen the right city and group to initiate his business.

 

The vampire chuckled as two pairs of arms wrapped around him. His rusty brown eyes turned to his lead dancers. His smirk grew as he saw the irritation over his shoulder as he was met with dark green eyes of his pup. It had been on a whim when he gathered the very nightmares of their food source to come and entertain said humans. Though he never imagined that he would have ever agreed to non creatures on his pay roll.

 

"I see that you were informed of our outing?" Tariq reached out petting the golden wolf between the ears.

 

The wolf snorted as the taller man turned to face him and his fellow dancer growling not amused. "Yes, we've heard. And you knew that we were supposed to be performing our act tonight. We worked on it since the opening." The feisty creature pouted.

 

Tariq laughed as the human in front of him sighed at the wolf's childish behavior. The club owner leaned over until he was face to face with his dancer wrapping his arms around the pup's waist. "Well then we mustn't dadle then should we? Maybe even show those humans what true entertainment is?"

 

"Master, you really shouldn't tease our pup any more. You know how he gets," Tariq looked at his human with a playful nod.

 

Grabbing the light brown haired human, Tariq brought the boy close to his chest as well as the shadows of darkness surround them. "Then let's scope out the competition."

 

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"Doesn't look to bad, though don't you think we're a little under dress for scoping?" Luther asked as his golden furred ears twitched as they took their seat near the middle of the establishment to see the main stages, as well as, the other patrons. The shorts and bikini top showing his slightly tone build perfectly.

 

Tariq scanned the room but his dark smirk was enough for his two companions to understand.

"Life is a give and take game my Pet. We can't just come here and take what we need without giving something in return."

 

"So you wish to show off your two top dancers in their most exotic outfits to hopefully get people wondering about our place, that they most likely don't know that we're from."

 

"Yet," Tariq sung playfully.

 

Nelo chuckled not taking his eyes off the stage. "By the way that their watching us I don't think that there's going to be a problem with them noticing us. Though, if they have any more dancers like that one then we might have to start worring."

 

The two creatures turned from their human companion to face said stage as well. Luther purred in appreciation as Tariq watched the long white haired beauty with interest. His inhuman eyes catching every spin of the young man.

 

A smiled slowly formed on the brunett's lips as his eyes glowed softly, "His hair is like starlight."

[NicholiDeSchidor]

The owner of this club, Markus. Had been known for treating his bunnies horribly. From starving them to keep them weaker than the bouncers and him. So that at any given time that he wanted to take one of them, they didn't put up anywhere near of a fight against him. But it was Dameon that he had yet to take himself. In fact... Dameon was still a virgin. Who would of thought, between having a vampire dancing in a strip club and him being a virgin as well. It made Dameon his very special dancer, his prized possession.

 

Dameon wouldn't be in this place if it hadn't been for his Sire. The man purposefully wanted to see the tears, hear the pain filled cries, and watch Dameon squirm from his torture.

 

A female bunny made her way over to Tariq, it seemed that Markus had caught his competition in his own club. She leaned over to whisper into the man's ear and slip a drink into his hand. "Compliments from our Master." She said before pausing a moment. "We also have something awaiting for you in the back, once you are ready." She smiled before turning back to finish working her shift.

 

Dameon had just finished up his dance. And had begun to make his way back stage. Once he had made his way into the back room. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm himself. What exactly was that, he had felt back there? There had been something else in the crowd tonight, something that wasn't normal for his shows. But it was hard for him to pinpoint what that difference was. Once he managed to calm the chaos in his mind, he shook his head. He must be working to hard.

 

Straightened up as he placed himself onto the sofa to the room. He let his body relax, getting ready for the guest to be brought to the room. Markus had never let his prized dancer mingle with customers, and it began to make Dameon question as to why the man was making him meet this one? He straightened out his skirt a moment. Just because he could make mortal's believe he was a girl, that didn't mean that he had all the parts.

 

His body jerked to the noise of a knock at the door, alerting him that it was show time. He stood from his seat and opened the door.

[Ruby_Demon]

Tariq had enjoyed the show immensely. The boy had skills. If it wasn't for his hyper senses, as well as, for the fact that he had multiple dancers, whose gender could easily be confused for another, he would have been nearly as fooled as the rest. The silver haired male was definitely beautiful. Though it did make Tariq question why exactly such a creature was in such a place.

 

"Master," Tariq looked over to Nelo quickly wrapping an arm around the shivering human. "Somethings . . . wrong. It feels like, like when Leka first joined." Tariq frowned deeply as he brought the boy in his lap protectively.

 

Tariq comforted Nelo. Rubbing the dancers sides gently. "You're safe. Nothing will happen to either of you while I'm here."

 

Nelo smiled tentatively at his master trying to calm his raging instincts to run. He had been around predators long enough to have grown a sixth sense to when there was one that was hungry. But Tariq, as his friend and employer, had never broken his promise to keep his staff safe. Being human, Nelo knew he was at a disadvantage to the vampire's charms but not once did Tariq ever break any boundaries by reading his mind or anything else that would cause Nelo to mistrust the other. Nelo nuzzled into the man's cool chest allowing the other to chase his fears away.

 

Luther looked worried at the frail creature in his master's lap. Though he didn't comment as his ear twitched to the sound of clacking heels approaching their table. Tariq turned slightly towards the same barely audible clicking, that was loud to his inhuman senses, just as woman bent over his shoulder. He could smell the light flowery perfume and hint of the soap she had used earlier that day.

 

He smiled tenderly at the woman with the charm of any respectable gentleman as he received his liquor. "Please, tell our gracious host that he has my thanks." Tariq had his suspicions on what the club owner supposedly had for him but the dark haired male kept his act. He gave a slight nod. "Well, once I am done with my drink Madame, I will make my way back there."

 

The trio waited until the woman was out of ear shot but that wasn't necessary considering the music screaming throughout the club. Luther turned dark green eyes to his master.

 

"Do you think it has anything to do with Nelo's feelings of another creature?" Luther questioned curiously.

 

Tariq ran a gentle hand through the male in his lap hair soothingly, "Maybe. We don't know much about Markus. It might be his way of getting rid of his competition or frightening others into working for him."

 

"But it wouldn't matter, would it Master?" The two looked at the human's mischievous eyes. "After all, considering on who you are, as well as, our family, he wouldn't last long if he tried something as stupid as bringing harm to you."

 

Luther smirked as Tariq gave a low dark chuckle. His rustic brown eyes catching the various lights of the club making them appear more red than brown.

 

Tariq stood easily with the human, who he placed in the wolf's lap. "True but we mustn't think unkindly of our host unless he gives us reason to." The two dancers nodded as Tariq gave them small pats on the head. "But, I will not take any chances with either of you. Stay together until I return. If they try anything, you have my permission to . . . reeducate if the need arises."

 

The chuckles he was answered with reassured Tariq that his pets would be just fine for without him. He just hoped they didn't cause too much damage in his absence. He shot back his drink in one gulp loving the burn of the strong alcohol. He gave them a small smile and wave before heading towards the side of the stage that he had seen many of the dancers go and that was currently being guarded by two bouncers.

 

Tariq introduced himself to one of the burly men and was quickly led deeper into the hall. Not without a condescending glare from one of them. Though not wanting them to go back to Markus about him anything but pleasant, Tariq followed obediently with a light smile on the corner of his lips. He looked around seeing the multiple and feeling the presence of the different employees behind them. Some of their auras making him raise a questioning brow, but he kept his peace.

 

He's escort suddenly stop at a dark colored door making Tariq grateful for his inhuman grace and reflexes. The vampire looked confused when the guard stepped back staring at Tariq darkly. The latter only tilted his head until it finally clicked. He knocked easily three times on the door.

 

As he waited, he smelt what he was sure Nelo had felt. Either this was the creature from ealier room or Markus had his pet engulf the room with its scent and presence. But what threw Tariq off was that underneath the hunger and strong inhuman aura, it seemed young. Extremely young.

 

Which could be extremely dangerous . . . even for him.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon let a forced smile grace his lips. He had made it an art in hiding his fangs. Trying to keep his mind on other things, instead of letting his own hunger get the best of him. He had to do his part in order for him to be allowed a meal tonight. He was already pushing onto night three since he had last fed, and he struggled with it.

 

Having slipped up the last time, Markus had been very displeased with him. By having accidentally partaken in one of the customers. Now, he was constantly on stage. Never allowed to be out in the crowds like the other bunnies. Even now that man still held a grudge against him.

 

Shifting to the side, he tried to keep up his part of the deal. He was to entertain this man tonight... in any means that Tariq wanted from him. Not that this man would probably even want to go that far if or when he found out that he was not what he appeared to be. But it was the same feeling he was getting from when he was on stage. So... this was the disruption he felt. Just by the looks of him, he seemed relatively normal. Well, as normal as you can get in a place like this.

 

"Please Sir." He said softly as he motioned towards the sofa in the room. "Will you not join me? I am rather lonely in here all by myself." He said with a playful pout on his lips and lowering his head just a little. It was the red that was trying to seep from the outer iris of his icy blue eyes towards the pupil. And he figured it wouldn't be to much longer before this one would also become scared and run off. But until then, why not do his job. Either way, if the other ran. It only meant the other couldn't handle it.

 

He tilted his head a little as he continued to watch the other. Finding the man a bit curious. But it could also be from what he was feeling off the other. Or lack of. Most of his own senses were blocked off, and he mostly got a trickle of what was coming off most. His Sire could be to blame for that. Wanting to make Dameon suffer only for his own enjoyment.

 

Let alone the fact that his Sire was known for staying in the shadows. Very few people know what he really was. Having a the gift of mind manipulation. He was able to make people weaker than him believe what he wanted them to believe. One reason as to why he was accepted here under certain conditions. As long as Dameon stayed where he was, working under Markus. Then the place would bring in money, no matter what Markus did to the boy. To his Sire's concern, he could care less if Markus raped the boy. But if Dameon happened to be taken away, then the place would be burned to the ground.

 

After a moment, his gaze moved to the side to see one of the bouncers that was standing nearby. "I do believe I can handle this. There is no need for you to be standing there. Besides, wasn't it your job to keep an eye on the other bunnies?" He asked.

[Ruby_Demon]

Tariq smiled gently at the other male. A playful glint in his eyes. Something was definitely off with this one. But it was hard to decipher if the boy was the monster or if said monster had claimed the child for his own.Either way, it didn't matter. Tariq was sure that he was more than capable of protecting himself if the need arose. But he hoped that it wouldn't lead to the one before him getting hurt if he had to show his true self.

 

He dipped his head as he discretely took in the other's scent as he walked by. The other smelled exquisite. It had a hint of cinnamon which was hidden by the strong scent of pineapples and mangoes. He had always been able to smell a person's personality. It was the closest he got about a stranger without out rightly drinking from them. It had saved him many a time when he was a fledgling years ago. It also helped that no two people had the same scent mixtures exactly. It always made finding his more troublesome employees before they caused too much destruction easier. It especially came in handy when one of them were nearing feeding or needed fresh air in their true forms.

 

Definitely caused less accidents on the club's part.

 

Tariq took his seat on the offered sofa allowing himself to be comfortable. He couldn't help but smirk at the interaction between the white haired 'bunny' and the guard.

 

He's definitely feisty.

 

"I hope that I am not taking too much of your time," Tariq stated once they were alone. "I was instructed by the owner to come to you, I suppose."

 

Despite being a vampire. Tariq was a bit dense. His Sire always said so, even on the monthly luncheons they had together. Though he was far from an idiot. He just never understood or condoned the unnecessary harming or the act of enslaving of those weaker than himself. After all, all those who consider him "MASTER" did so of their own accord not because he had ordered them to. But despite the seduction in the other's voice, Tariq was sure that the child felt anything but that towards him.

 

He looked the other over silently. "You are quite beautiful. I must admit that besides my Pets I've never seen someone move with such elegance as you did tonight. You are a true wonder."

 

Then a stray thought crossed Tariq's mind causing the vampire to chuckle softly. He turned amused eyes to the silver haired male before him.

 

"It seems that one of the things Markus and I have in common is the naming our staff after cute lovable animals." Tariq then sighed. "It also seemed that you bunnies also refer to your employer as Master. Not sure how he feels about it, but I can honestly say that wasn't what I had in mind when I opened a strip club. Nor having them gain up on me about not taking responsibility and taking claim on them in public. Though on my defense, I never thought anyone would want to be referred to as Pet in a crowd of strangers. But they seem to enjoy the ownership," Tariq sighed in mock frustration.

 

He flinched before looking up at his companion sheepishly. "Forgive me. I have a habit of rambling sometimes." He smiled charmingly as he introduced himself. "I am Tariq de Umi. It's a pleasure to meet you My Starlight."

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon's gaze stayed on the bouncer behind Tariq for a moment longer. He tried to keep his gaze from glowing, despite that every one of the bouncers knew what he was. Watching for a long moment before he closed the door, and turned himself to see that Tariq had taken a seat on the sofa.

 

But when he heard the other's comment about his time. He quickly shook his head with a soft giggle behind the back of his hand against his mouth. "Oh... on the contrary, Sir." He said after lowering his hand and moving over to the bar in the room. He began to prepare a drink for the other. "My shift was over the moment I stepped off the stage." He explained. "However..." He paused a moment. "I have no choice but to comply to Master's wishes." He said with a soft frown on his face.

 

It wasn't unknown that he hated the man he was forced to call his Master. Despite having not even been touched by the man. This was his job, and if he didn't follow rules or Markus' wishes. Then he would be back in that damn room for another week without food. This was a test... sort of speak. To make sure that Dameon had learned his lesson.

 

Dameon quickly pushed those thoughts away when he turned back around and walked over Tariq. Placing the glass down on the table as he listened to what the other had to say. "Thank you, Sir. I do try my best to please the clients." He said softly. "Besides, I am the only one that makes this place a profit. Or so I have been told."

 

He moved to slip himself to straddle Tariq's lap. Tilting his head when he heard the other. But it left Dameon with a soft giggle leaving his lips. "Well, isn't that what strippers are? Little bunnies that help entice the clients into wanting more." He purred out the words. He tried to keep from commenting on what they called the owner of this place. Not wishing for Markus to get word of what he himself would call the bastard.

 

But he snapped out of his own thoughts when he heard the other introduce himself. A soft smile played on his lips as he leaned into the other's ear. "It's quite alright, you can ramble all you wish, Mr. Umi. I wont complain about that." He purred softly. His eyes glowing lightly before he pulled himself to sit back up, and run his hands over his own legs. "I am yours for the rest of the evening." He pouted a little. "You can have anything you wish." He purred. "What would you like me to do?" He asked as he moved his fingertips to trace from his legs up to the man's stomach. Slowly tracing along Tariq's pant's line, as he stared up into the other's eyes.

[Ruby_Demon]

Tariq watched the dancer move about the room. The other played the part well was the only thing he could think of as the material of the mini skirt brushed tantalizingly against the performer's legs every time he moved. It was moments like these why he was glad that he had those that willingly allowed him to feed his hunger for both food and sexually.

 

He could only imagine what would have happened if he hadn't had feed earlier that morning. For him, arousal brought on hunger for the body and plenty of times for his partner's blood. But if he had the latter in check, he normally could control any of his sexual urges, which has gotten him dubbed many a time unflattering names by his own employees when they offered to let them bed them and he refused.

 

Even though, he was in full control didn't mean he still couldn't or didn't still appreciate a magnificent body when one was produced to him. Especially, when said body was trying to seduce him. Tariq smirked as the other finally walked towards him, "I can definitely understand why many would come here to see you." His rustic brown eyes moving appreciatively over the other male's form.

 

Tariq didn't complain or push the bunny off his lap when he felt the added weight there. Instead, he wrapped a protective arm around the other's waist to secure him there to prevent him from falling. Especially, when Tariq leaned over enough to collect his drunk from the table before them. He enjoyed the soft giggles from the beauty sitting on him nm. It was quite pleasing to his overly sensitive ears.

 

"Enticing indeed," Tariq agreed with the dancer as his smirk grew. A light shiver ran through his body at the young male's touch. But it was the other's words that caused the dark purr to emanate from the vampire, who prided himself in his control.

 

"You should be more careful of what you say, Little Buuny. Or you might receive more that you wish." Tariq leaned forward placing a teasing lick followed by a gentle kiss to the man's pulse. "But do not worry," he mumbled into the other's neck. "I am not one to partake in any part of my partners, not without their full consent."

 

Tariq pulled away from the other taking a lazy drink from his glass. He then ran the cold condensation from the glass' surface, up the revealed skin of his current entertainment's thigh, to where the skirt's material barely covered flesh. Tariq watched as the droplets from the glass skid down the performer's skin.

 

He cut his eyes up to the younger make before him. A snuff smirk forming at the edges of his lips, "especially when said partner and his "Master", has a habit of deceiving their patrons. But luckily for the two if you what is our isn't between someone's legs never concerned me." He brought the other close enough to sample his lip opus and show that the other being make honestly didn't bother him. "If you want this, I mean, truly want this and not because Mark us has it in your mind that you have no choice in the matter, I would be more than honored to indulge you beautiful Starlight."

 

Tariq pulled away as his eyes began to slowly glow bringing out the red in his irises. His voice was calm and soothing but his eyes held an unnatural danger in then which was the completed opposite of the playful smirk growing on his face. "But before we begin, im must know. The creature that I've been sending the moment that I've walked into this room. The same one from the main club area. Is it going to reveal itself and try and kill me if I was to sate your true desires?"

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon tilted his head, listening to the other speak. And for once, he was finding himself in a position that he couldn't ignore. So when he was being warned about what he said. His body jerked slightly to stare up into Tariq's eyes before the other leaned into to lick and kiss at his neck. His fingers curled lightly into Tariq's shirt, letting his body shiver as his sensitive neck had been brought attention to.

 

But when he heard that he wouldn't do anything without full consent, he had to avert his gaze to the side. He knew the room was being monitored, not only by the bouncers. Markus had always had hidden camera's in each room back stage. The pervert wasn't happy enough just watching them dance on stage or work the crowd. He also knew that if he didn't comply, that he would be in a world of hurt.

 

His gaze snapped towards Tariq when he felt the cold glass had been ran over his skin. Uncurling his fingers from the other's shirt, but keeping them where they were. His gaze lifted instantly when the other looked to him once more. He felt his head lowering just a bit as he listened to more of what they other had to say. However when he heard the other speaking about deceiving the customers. His body tensed, how had this man know that he wasn't what he had appeared to be.

 

His eye's widened for a fraction of a second before he had been pulled closer. Only to feel the other's lips. So... this man didn't care what gender he really was? This was a shock to his own system. And his thoughts of the other running away were being tossed aside as if it were a common thought.

 

However, it was when Tariq had spoken about what he wanted... and not just because Markus wanted him to do this. His gaze flickered. Still feeling that his body had not relaxed, not even a fraction since the other had bluntly pointed his gender out. He found himself lowering his gaze. Feeling defeated, and almost at a loss of what to say anymore. How could he really tell this man that if he didn't do as Markus wished, then that it would be the end of him?

 

His reddened gaze lifted to Tariq, but it was the look on his face that could break a human's heart. But they both knew, that neither of them were mortal. Let alone the fact that Dameon was starving from the start. So when he heard the other's question, it took Dameon a moment to try and grasp what exactly the other had meant.

 

"I..." He paused for another moment before lowering his gaze to his hands that were still placed against Tariq's stomach. "I cant kill. Even... if I wanted to." He whispered softly. "I also cant go.. against Master's wishes." He leaned into Tariq's ear. Moving his hands along the other's pant's line to make it look like he was working to get the other's belt loose. He knew that he was going to get himself into trouble again. But having been in the same room with this man for a while now. He couldn't keep himself from saying what he had really wanted to. "Markus starves us. I am to weak to kill even a mortal. And if I do not do what he says, then I wont get a meal for another week." He whispered, keeping his voice low enough that the camera's wouldn't catch it.

 

He pulled himself away after a moment. Shaking his head before turned his gaze off to the side. "As for everything else. I um..." Suddenly a soft blush raced across his cheek's. "I haven't had... anyone before." He was almost certain that was going to give Tariq an interesting shock. And for the fact that it wasn't a lie either. He was a virgin.

 

But before he was about to speak anymore about the topic, his ears picked up on a knock to the door. Fear seeped into his eye's as his gaze darted towards the door.

 

"Sweetheart... Markus wishes to see you." The bouncer that guarded the door said from behind him. "Now."

 

Dameon's body tensed up even more as tremble racing through his body. He found himself unable to move from Tariq's lap as blood red tears welled up into his eyes. "But... I am with a client." He called out to the bouncer.

 

How... how had Markus heard what he had told Tariq? Or was it that he was going to beat him until he told Markus what he had said?

[Ruby_Demon]

Tariq's eyes narrowed dangerously as a dark predatory growl escaped him as he listened intently. So the child was the creature all along. And for him to be taking orders from someone outside of his Sire, must mean he's still nothing more than a fledgling. Though that did leave Tariq to wonder if the male's Sire knew that their underling was being starved.

 

But it wouldn't surprise the older man if the bastard did. This wouldn't have been the first time Tariq had come across one of his own kind sold into the service of humans or some other race for one reason or another. One thing he could say, was that the one being sold never lasted long. Whether they took their own life or their new found Master(s) went too far, killing them in the process.

 

Tariq's arm that was still wrapped around the performer's waist tighten as he whispered just as softly. "Do not worry. I'll make sure that you are properly fed before I leave. It will take a few feedings for you to be back to your true strength but it will still make them frighten enough of you for then not to try anything for a short while." Tariq does his head back to the dancer's neck l licking and kissing the tender flesh. Putting on as much as a show as the other one was.

 

He allowed the other to pull away from him as he himself thought. He could easily give the fledgling his blood but if the other was as weak as he said then the white hair male feeding from him solely, could put the younger's body into shock because of the overload. It was extremely dangerous to feed from their own kind, especially without knowing how one would react to the deadly toxins that were natural defenses for them. But that didn't mean it was impossible.

 

His teacher had explain on occasion about the few certain ways to bypass said toxins. It would be tricky. And Tariq would have to make sure the other didn't overfeed from him. But he was sure that he could quench the lovely creature's hunger for a few days, if not a week.

 

Tariq was brought from his thoughts as the other began to speak. The dark haired male coughed in shock once his mind finally processed what he was told. The blush on other's cheeks as he admitted his purity was soothing to calm Tariq's temper a bit.

 

The vampire had to stop himself from tasting the other. He was grateful that his own Sire had developed a natural immunity to the toxins in the blood of vampires. Which as of right now, Tariq was being thankful he too had received when he was turned. With the boy being a chitin when he was turned meant his blood would always have that sweet intoxicating innocence to it even after he was deflowered.

 

But now was not the time or place. Especially when said virgin was in the current state that he was.

 

Tariq's anger returned full force as he witnessed the pure fear in his companion's eyes. He too turned his attention to the site as the human behind it knocked. It sickened Tariq. This child shouldn't be afraid of his coworkers or Master but here the other was trembling on his lap out of something besides pleasure.

 

Tariq growled touching the other's cheek using some of his inhuman strength to force the dancer's face to turn towards him. He leaned forward licking the blood tests at the corner of the younger's eyes tenderly.

 

He rested his head against the other's. "Do not fret or cry my loving Starlight. You are safe." Tariq whispered comfortingly. He turned his gaze to the for once more with a deep growl underlining his voice as he spoke to the person on the other side of the door. "Markus has given him to me for the night. So, either fuck off or bring Markus down here to explain why I am being interrupted."

 

Tariq knew his eyes were blood red and possibly swirling with black as his anger stormed within him. He didn't want to scare the other but he had to reassure the make in his lap that he was safe. So,Tariq took a chance to look into the other's beautiful eyes. "You may not be be able to kill but I assure you, I am more than capable."

[NicholiDeSchidor]

When Dameon felt the arm that was still around his waist, tighten around him. Keeping him where he was, he picked up on what the other had said. Tilting his head to the side a moment as he felt his sensitive neck being teased again. He couldn't help but let a strangled moan leave him. Curling his fingers into the other's shirt once again.

 

But once the other clued into what he had said about having not bedded with anyone. He lowered his head a little and bit at his lower lip. That was until that blasted bouncer wanted to ruin things.

 

Dameon's fingers curled tightly into Tariq's shirt as his body trembled harshly on the other's lap. But it wasnt just fear of Markus that he felt... It was of his Sire. If James was to hear what rules he had just broken, then he was going to be in even more trouble.

 

He felt the fingers against his cheek as his body trembled from the fear he felt. Let alone the burst of anger he had felt from a hidden source. But when his head was being forced to turn back to Tariq, he couldn't help but want to curl up into a tight ball and hide himself away. Even when he was told not to fear or cry, it was a difficult thing for him. He was always afraid, having never had one nights worth of peace from the fear and torture he endured. "H-how can I be?" He whispered softly through his tears.

 

"When I have a Sire that wants nothing more than to torture me? And an employer that is a greedy pervert." He shook his head and lowered his gaze. But it was when he heard the growl from Tariq, his body jerking at the noise. However, it was something within himself at the sound of the other's growl that had him biting at his lower lip.

 

It wasn't something he could explain. The sound of the other's growl was... thrilling? But he pushed the thought away for now. He had bigger things to worry about. His gaze lifted to notice that the other's eyes had begun to change along with the others words. His body jerked slightly, but he tried to keep from moving from Tariq's lap. Hesitantly, he nodded as he stared at the other.

 

Finding himself taking the time to actually watch Tariq. For once since he had been in the same room. He had begun to notice things about the other. Things that he himself was unable to pull off. That was until he realized that he had been staring at the other. A flush race across his cheeks as he averted his gaze down to his hands. Relaxing a bit more as he tried to keep his mind from wandering even lower. This man was... strong. Well, stronger than he was. That much was clear to him. But it was also something underneath all that, something he wasn't able to pinpoint just yet.

 

It was the familiar sounds of boots clicking along the backstage floor that his ears picked up on. And within a split second, his gaze turned fearful once more. Darting his gaze up to meet with Tariq, gulping a moment. "Shit..." He murmured softly. "It's... its him." He whimpered out as he shut his eyes tightly. Waiting for the moment that said person would burst into the room.

 

James stopped at the door, his emotions hidden behind his famous mask. Rarely did he actually make an appearance in front of his own Childe. But lately, Dameon seemed to become a handful. Breaking rules left and right when he knew very well to keep his trap shut. His hand wrapped around the handle on the door before flinging it open. Slowly moving his deep green gaze over to the two on the sofa. Power clung to him and radiated outward, letting all who was anywhere near... to know that he was not to be messed with.

 

He took in the sight of his Childe cowering on Tariq's lap before letting just the slightest of a smirk touch his lip. Perfect, his Childe should be cowering. It seemed to him that Dameon had done absolutely nothing to arouse Tariq, but instead was seeking comfort from him.

 

Tsking softly as he shook his head. "Up." He commanded with a thick Romanian accent clinging to his voice. Narrowing his gaze as he expected to be obeyed.

 

Dameon's body jerked at the command with a soft whimper leaving him. His head hung as he slipped off Tariq's lap and took a few steps away.

 

James fingers found their way to the back of Dameon's neck. Digging his nails into the soft skin as he stared at the other with a frown on his lips. "You know better to address me." He hissed into the other's ear.

 

Dameon let out a painful hiss of his own as his finger clinched, but struggled to stay where he was. "P-please Sire... I didn't mean any disrespect." He whimpered out as his gaze stayed lowered to the floor. It was apparent that he hadn't the power or the strength against James.

 

James fingers dug even tighter into his Childe's neck. "You took to long, and you have broken our top rules." He hissed dangerously. "I think a month in that closet will be your punishment this time, boy." He growled.

[Ruby_Demon]

Tariq's jaw clenched tight as the other confirmed his thoughts. So, his Sire wasn't in on it all along. The darker more animal. Part tried to rear itself from deep within him. It had taken him half a century to perfect controlling the blood thirsty beast. But tonight might be the first time in the past two centuries where he allowed it to surface again. Though for now, he kept it in check. Even as he felt some of it's fury lick just beneath the surface of his skin.

 

Thanks to his Sire and said man's mate, Tariq had what he referred to as his doppelganger. The darker portions of him that went beyond even the actions of an insane vampire. It did things that would sicken the most seasoned and morbid of serial killers. It's baser instincts were set to one level: kill and pure destruction. It even scared Tariq, if he was honest. The creature couldn't be controlled by words alone and any one stupid to fight it always ended dead.

 

"You are safe because I am here," Tariq finally purred muzzling his nose under the other's chin. "Sire or not, he will be dead if he foolishly thinks that I will stand by so he can harm you." Tariq knew that his own Sire would be furious with him if he ever found out but would understand. He and Tariq had one very important thing in common, never stand idly by while a fledgling or any other was being harmed. Especially, if the idiot did such acts in front of you.

 

His Sire might be angry at first but when he heard the full story, he would forgive. His Master might be stick in many ways but he was still loving and forgiving.

 

Tariq tilted his head slightly as a dark brow rose as he watched the younger male in his lap stare then blush at him. If things we're different, he would tease the other. But considering how things currently were, he kept his silence but he would definitely bring it up next time. For he had absolutely no plans on not seeing the white haired male again.

 

At first, Tariq thought the dancer was reffering to Markus but then he felt it when the stranger made his way closer to the door. Whoever this was, was no human. It had to be an Elder. Possibly around the same age of his own Sire, give or take a few decades or centuries. He was wrong but that didn't stop the protective surge that went through Tariq as the younger all but curled into his chest trembling.

 

He would have comforted the other more but a part of him knew that it would be pointless. His Starlight was beyond helping out of his fear. Tariq had a feeling that he would have to use his abilities to calm the other's mind and wasn't too keen on doing that. He was pretty sure despite his good attentions the little bunny in his lap wouldn't be too happy in having another person trying to control him.

 

Tariq's senses tingled when the older vampire walked into the room. The man, like majority of their kind, was attractive but there was something else, something that clung to the other male that truly disgusted Tariq. It was like an unnatural stench that would never leave the older vampire. While the creature in his lap smelled basically of fruit and cinnamon. The stranger had a stronger cinnamon smell but it was equally mixed with onions and pine trees.

 

His eyes narrowed dangerously as the other demanded the frighten child from Tariq's lap. Tariq allowed the other to move away from him but kept a watchful gaze on the older vampire not moving from his once. Though the painful whimper from the beautiful performer was enough to break Tariq's human persona that he always wore in public.

 

His rustic brown eyes turned bright red as swirls of black once again swarm through his irises. His wild hair grew longer while the blue tint became more noticeable. His nails turned to claws as his fangs came to deadly points.

 

It was the threat from the boy's Sire that finally caused Tariq to act.

 

With the speed and skills his Master installed in him, Tariq quickly moved towards the other two. He grabbed the older vampire's crushing it to near breaking limits as his free hand snatched the fledgling from the other. With more strength than he meant, Tariq more or less threw the white haired dancer onto the couch. It was only an afterthought, for him to apologize for his roughness towards the younger vampire.

 

Tariq though, kept his infuriated gaze on the elder in the room snarling dangerously. Faring the other to give him more of a reason to kill him as Tariq positioned himself between the frightened child behind him and the monster of a Sire before him.

 

"You dare show such disrespect in front of a Childe of the Umi Coven." Tariq growled. His eyes flashing black momentarily. His other self was getting closer to the surface; he could feel it.

 

Tariq rarely admitted his connections to his coven. Not out of shame but he knew that there was a time that his Sire had gone on a rampage massacring many other covens. Since then many had an understanding fear of his Sire and those who allied themselves with him. For no one wished to bring "Death" to their own homes. But also, his Sire was an active Elder himself on the Court and had no problems putting wayward vampire in their place, even if, that Meany killing them. Though those who fucked with Count Umi's favorite and only Childe usually needed up on the top of the slaughting pile.

 

There were always advantages of having an over protective monster Father you.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

James raised a thin brow when he felt the air around them seem to churn with something other than his own power. Frowning at the thoughts of how this night had turned out, uncaring if he caused his own Childe pain. In fact, he wanted to toss Dameon into the fetish room and let those pigs have fun with him for a few hours. Maybe then the troublemaker would learn a lesson or two.

 

Musing over the thought for a moment a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. His deep emerald eyes glowing just slightly with excitement as he could feel the electricity of two powers clashing within the room. It seemed that James had struck a nerve with Tariq.

 

Dameon whimpered out as the nails in his neck began to tighten their hold on him. His body shook and trembled against the hand holding him as he shut his eyes tightly. The only thing he wished for at that moment was to become numb to everything, to be able to pass out and forget about his Sire.

 

Fingers fought to keep a hold on Dameon as his hand was being crushed. But for a short moment in attempts to get a better grip on his Childe. The boy had been taken from him.

 

Dameon let out a painful gasp when he felt himself being grabbed roughly and being torn away from James. He could feel the small gashes on his neck from his Sire's nails having been racked over his neck. Only to fall back against the couch with a soft groan. The moment he opened his eyes, it took a few seconds for his vision to clear. Watching as Tariq was getting on a defensive position. Fear seeped into his eyes even more. Finding himself curling up on the couch he had been thrown onto.

 

James frowned deeply before turning his fiercely glowing gaze turned to Tariq. He wasn't as foolish to fuck around with the Umi Coven, but this was his Childe that Tariq was trying to defend. Snorting lightly after a moment. Letting his narrowed gaze dart to Dameon. "You will regret protecting him." He hissed the warning out to Tariq. "You want him so badly? Fine." He paused with a smirk on his lips as he straightened up. "He is your problem now." It wasn't like he didn't have his own ways that could have Dameon's life turn into a living nightmare. However, it would take some time to look back into his past of the Dark Arts. With that being said. He turned and exited the room. Going off to fill out some paperwork on the incident.

 

Dameon stayed where he was, the gashes in his neck were not healing and continued to trickle blood down his neck. The palms of his hands were also bleeding lightly from where his nails had dug themselves into them. He didn't have the proper nourishment within him for his body to heal normally. Let alone heal at all in that moment. After a moment, he lifted his gaze to see his Sire leaving the room. Once he couldn't hear his Sire's footsteps anymore, he turned his gaze to Tariq with a soft whimper.

[Ruby_Demon]

Tariq growled dangerously at the man. "I dare you to take him from me." A Sire that could bring harm to its own Childe. Tariq's hackles rose as he watched the other leave. He didn’t trust this man. He had a feeling that despite the other's words they would be seeing him or Markus in the future. But, that was a problem for another time. After all he gave up, a little too easily for Tariq’s taste.

 

Tariq turned his attention to the pained whimpers of his new charge. His hair and nails turning back to their natural length. Though his eyes kept its red tint and black swirls. He made his way to the young man on the couch kneeling beside the other. He brushed the long white hair from the fledgling's face. A strong metallic smell momentarily overpowering his senses as he did so.

 

He looked and saw the long slashes on the back of the younger's neck. He sighed sadly at the wound. Leaning forward, Tariq gave said injury a long lick cleaning it. Not allowing himself to enjoy the sweet taste. "Forgive me my dear. It was never my attention for harm to befall you. I failed to protect you but I hope that you will give me another chance and show you that I can and will do just that."

 

Tariq nuzzled his nose into the other's neck away from the wound to try and comfort his companion. Getting up, Tariq took a seat on the sofa before gently maneuvering the other to lean against his chest. He gave the younger male a one over, only then realizing the nail wounds on the other's hands. Lifting both of the dancer's hands to his face, Tariq kissed each of the other's delicate fingers before licking the wounds that marked them. Before Tariq could speak again, the door burst open causing the vampire to go back on the defensive growling at the intruder. It was only their voice that calmed him.

 

"Master are you alright," Luther ran into the room only stopping short at the sight of the dancer from earlier in his employer's lap. Nelo stood just inside the door a look of concern and worry on the human’s face.

 

“Will he be okay, Master?” Nelo moved deeper inside the room to stand to the right of the blond wolf.

 

Tariq gave his pets a tired smile. “Yes, to both. But he is weak at the moment. I must feed him before we return home.” The two nodded as they kneeled on either side of Tariq’s long legs.

 

Nelo tilted his head slightly in thought before asking. “Is that wise? Wouldn’t your anger and frustration just make your blood more poisonous to him?” Tariq frowned. The other had a point but he couldn’t let his newest charge drink from either of his boys. It would be too easy for the younger vampire to overfeed and kill one of them.

 

Tariq jumped suddenly looking down at a pair of mischievous green eyes. The wolf kneeling at his feet purred before palming Tariq’s member again. “What are you doing?” Tariq asked trying to bite back a groan as the other added pressure.

 

“Pleasure.” Was Luther’s simple reply. He rolled his eyes at the confused gaze of his employer. “Pleasure no matter what it is always makes a person feel exceptional. So, if we give you enough pleasure. We can make your blood taste exquisite to him, right?”

 

Tariq nodded slowly. “That’s true but the two of you really don’t,” The vampire hissed as he felt the tightening grip on his member through his slacks. “Really you two this isn’t . . . “

 

The two gave each other mischievous gazes before Luther made quick work of their employer’s belt and zipper before Tariq could stop the blond. With Tariq busy trying to fend off Luther, Nelo gave a suspiciously gentle smile to Dameon before devouring Tariq whole.

 

Tariq flinched then moaned loudly throwing his head back at the sudden pleasurable warmth. It was amazing. These two were always doing the unexpected. He really hoped that his Starlight didn’t think bad of him. But his duo was right, at the moment this was the only quick and sure way to temporary neutralize the toxins.

 

The vampire ceased all thoughts as a second pair of lips replaced the first swallowing him to the base. Tariq purred happily, not once noticing the dip on the couch on the other side of him as Nelo moved to sit beside his employer. Nelo ran his hand gently through Tariq’s hair. The human brought the older closer to him, kissing the vampire tenderly.

 

Tariq allowed the kiss. Moving the hand, he had buried into Luther’s blond locks to caress the safe cheek of the mortal keeping the kiss slow. Nelo mewed in enjoyment before pulling away. Tariq looked deeply in Nelo’s eyes caringly before stating,

 

“Do it.” Nelo nodded pulling out a small knife underneath his tight leather low cut shirt. He kissed Tariq once more as he opened the knife and slid the blade against the flesh of Tariq’s neck. A red trail of blood slowly forming.

 

Nelo turned his gaze to the white haired dance touching his arm comfortingly. “Feed. And when you are done, you have my permission to drink from me as well if it isn’t enough.” A small smile then graces the human’s face, “then we can all go home.”

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon's body jerked with a flinch when Tariq's attention was brought back to him. His reddened eyes flickered and moved along the movements of the others hand as he reached out to him. It was as if he was unable to take his gaze away from Tariq.

 

But it was when the other began to lean in towards his neck, his body flinched just slightly at the tongue that brushed against his wounds. A flush rose to his cheeks, as he found himself unable to even think clearly.

 

The words coming from Tariq had him snapping out of his thoughts. His fingers clinched to the couch a bit harder. "Nna..." He choked a moment. "No... it's not your fault." He lowered his reddened gaze. "He... has never been kind." He said as he averted his gaze from the fact that he had been to weak to run away from his Sire... let alone being to weak to protect himself.

 

From his hunger and now to being disowned from his own Sire. Being pushed onto another that he had little to go on. Tears welled up into his eyes when he felt himself being manovered to lean into the other. His gaze moved over to watch as his hands were taken. Each kiss to his fingers had him in a trace. But he was unsure if it had been just from his hunger alone.

 

However, when he heard the door being shoved open. The first thing he heard was the growl from the other. But it had been the tone itself that had him staring at Tariq in shock. No one had used such a tone in protecting him. Let alone anyone wanting to protect him in the first place. But his gaze was finally torn away to see who was at the door.

 

A soft strangled noise left him as he stayed where he was. Watching as they began to talk and discuss things. But finding that the topic was about him. He turned to try and curl himself up into the other. That was until they began to move around and ask questions.

 

Dameon found himself moving away just a bit when he watched everything go down. A faint flush rose to his cheeks, unable to look away. It was rather obvious that Dameon had been innocent in this kind of setting. He was only a stage dancer afterall.

 

So it was when the scent of blood that rose to his nose. His reddened eyes grew darker. The touch to his arm drew a flinch from him as he seemed to snap out of a trance. Turning his gaze to Nelo a moment before he turned back to Tariq. It took him a long moment to struggle with himself to get himself to move from his spot. A soft whine left him as he leaned into Tariq's neck. The others blood called out to him, enough that he wasn't aware that he had already attached himself to the wound on Tariq's neck. At first, it had been a weak suckling. Trying to manover himself so that he could get more from the other.

 

Dameon's eyes slowly slid shut before he bit down onto the wound. Releasing fresher nurishment that his body cried out for. All he could hear was the sound of his own blood pumping in his ears. This had been different. Not like a normal feeding for himself. It had been... intoxicating. And he wanted more. A soft growl rumbled in his chest as his fingers found their way into Tariq's shirt. Clinching as he tried to draw more blood out as if he couldn't get enough.

 

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