Beautiful London [Open]

[Maricul]

London; sweat, beautiful London. Like everything else through the years it had changed greatly. The Seductress wandered the streets with her head down low, hands stuffed in her pockets and with a sense of self-loathing like she always does. The vampires didn't seem to have the same strong hold on this city as they once did. Although London was as beautiful as it ever been all Maricul could focus on were the failures she suffered here at the hands of Van Helsing himself. It seems his descendants had a strong grip on this place, spreading chills throughout the many vampires that still used this place as their hunting grounds. People still feared the named Hellsing. Maybe one of their soldiers would find and kill her tonight. That would be something to look forward to.

The Seductress could still remember back to a time where word of her were the talk of the town. Back when mothers feared for their sons and wives feared for their husbands. Maricul took much pride at corrupting males and being a home wrecker back then. Deep down inside Maricul wanted to see if her stories were being kept alive after so long. Hoping against hope that at least one family remembered her, that something of her presence in London remained since the late 19th Century. She went to the local library to find just that.

Maricul looked through many books, searching for any signs of her story. Not expecting to find anything but foolishly holding onto that small fragment of hope deep within her soul. Perhaps the most soul she had for a while now. Her eyes caught onto a book that had the title 'The Seductress' on it. Maricul's features lit up with excitement as the hope was quickly growing inside of her. She took the book and looked over the cover before opening up the book. Scanning it contents to find that it was indeed a story about her. She was thrilled until her eyes looked up to see that this book was in the 'fiction' section.

The happiness in her eyes soon faded as she looked down at the book with nothing but sorrow. Is that all her presence here were now? Fiction? She should have known better than to think her presence made any sort of long-term impact. Maricul put the book back in it spot on the shelf and turned around, slowly walking away with her head hung low, drowning in sorrow her eyes began to scan the library for somebody who could help her keep the sorrow at bay. Somebody who desires she could feed off of, that outlet of hers which were now Maricul's only means of pleasure.

Sex.

[Amara de Lutaire]

Amara had an extensive library herself, in fact she had an entire room in her mansion filled with books, some as old as she. It was one of her passions, to lose herself in a story or read about historical events. Both fiction and nonfiction intrigued her, as well as various reference books. Often times, she recalled periods of her own life through books.

She left France often, and wherever she traveled, she would always visit libraries, most she knew well as she had watched them expand over the centuries. A prestigious library in London was where she found herself heading, without a thought as to the destination. Her feet seemed to glide along the streets, carrying her of their own accord to a familiar and comforting place.

The scent of parchment, ink on paper, bindings and leather calmed her disturbed mind. She had not left her home for some time now. She'd been lost in one of her depressions, her age and soul wearing on her. The demon magick kindling without her bidding as she lurked within her own halls, morose and with a heavy heart.

She sensed another like her, and this other female carried a familiar scent. She was not someone Amara had met before, but the scent of sorrow and anger was one Amara knew well. She longed, much as Amara did at times, but surely they longed for different things. Amara approached cautiously, bowing her head slightly as she faced the vampire. "Good evening." She could not manage a smile, as her own depressive thoughts had not left her entirely yet. "You too are troubled. Is it that you find solace within the stacks, as I do?"

[Maricul]

The Seductress began sniffing out the surrounding area like a bloodhound, looking for potential victims. Nothing compared to the feeling of a warm touch from a man's hands on her cold body. The contrast of hot and cold were one of the many things she loved during the embrace of others. Her eyes wandered over to a man who appeared to be in his twenties looking over books, then to a man in their forties who worked for the library. To Maricul it didn't matter if her partners were teenagers are looked old enough to be her grandfather, as long as they were attractive and gave her the fire she desired.

It all came down to the hormones in the end. Teenagers were the easiest age bracket to seduce, they were slaves to their hormones and most couldn't say no to the idea of sex with anybody, especially not a beautiful woman whoring her body out to them so willingly. Those older were a bit more of a challenge but most men she had came in contact with weren't hard to seduce. Deep down they all wanted the same thing in the end. They wanted to give into the same passions that gave fuel to the fire within their souls. All Maricul wanted to do were feel that passion in herself, then give them a painless way out of this world. They would all die of pleasure if Maricul had her way. It was the most beautiful way to expire.

Maricul finally settled on the younger of the two males in front of her field of vision. The man who was still in the era of his youth and judging from his physical condition, took advantage of it to stay in shape. It was something she could admire while licking her lips and undressing him with her eyes as she slowly approached him, as if stalking her prey almost. Until she was intercepted by another one of her kind. Oh, the timing was just so off. This won't do at all. Maricul turned to face the other vampire as she spoke, her expression attempting to hide the look of frustration on it but was failing to do so. The lust; it was burning inside of her like a raging fire and she wanted to put it out, not chit chat.

However Maricul could smell the familiar scent too, on this vampire. How typical that she should run into another feeling similar emotions while she was in the mood to waste away and be the piece of filth that she was. It was the only reason she were still alive excluding natural survivor's instincts.
"Good evening," she replied quietly.
Maricul kept an eye on the male up ahead while not turning her head completely away from the vampire. Not yet anyways. As evil and filthy as Maricul could be she still kept some basic manners when dealing with people, her kind or not.

"I find solace in a very different act."
Eyes burning with lust looked back to the human picking out books. She wanted to explore every square inch of his body and feast on his blood, savoring every single ounce of it. Maricul believed these acts to be the only things she were good at. Preying on the weak, those who didn't have a chance and enjoying their bodies and blood to the fullest. What more could a worthless being do? She was an addict and this was her addiction.
"A very different act," she repeatedly, weakly this time.
Maricul couldn't look away from the man now, her lustful eyes burning holes through his clothes. You could smell the lust burning off her as it consumed every fiber of her being.

[Amara de Lutaire]

The other woman was distracted. Amara followed the other vampiress' gaze to a man. "I see." Though she often longed for company, in her terrible loneliness, she knew all too well the lusts one can feel in this existence.

"Sate yourself then. We have all the time in the world. I am Amara." Amara bowed her head slightly to the other once more before moving down to an intriguing isle. "Perhaps we can converse after we've both.... Made ourselves comfortable." She gave a small, demure smile over her shoulder as she headed further into the stacks.

The trickle of the other's lust incited Amara's own, bringing the blood lust to the surface. Just a small drink. Amara thought to herself. The lust the other felt was not only for blood, Amara could sense that all too easily. Though she herself felt no need for sex, one lust can oft trigger another.

A young college student stood in the isle Amara had chosen. Engrossed in book on literary criticism, the female barely rose her head and peeked over her glasses at Amara. Amara gave her a small smile before seemingly turning her attention to the shelves. Scanning the titles lined neatly on the shelves as she moved closer and closer to the student, she paused a few meager feet away.

Looking over at the girl's book, Amara caught her eye and smiled again. "Philosophy or simply the study, evaluation, and interpretation of literature?" The girl grinned back at Amara, closing the book around a finger to mark her place. "Literature course. Advanced." Amara nodded, feigning interest. When she caught the girl's gaze once more, Amara breathed out softly as she leaned in to the woman. She used her magick to calm the girl, catching her as she sagged. "Shhh. Sleep a while."

Carefully leaning toward the girl's neck Amara slid her fangs into the soft, pliable skin. The warm flow of blood coated her tongue, ruby drops of life slipping down her throat. She drank only a few swallows, licking the wound closed. Passing a hand over the girl's face, she awakened her. The girl had no knowledge of the feeding. Finding herself in Amara's lap on the library floor, the girl blinked a few times, momentarily disoriented. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. I must....I must have passed out. I've been so tired lately."

Amara offered a small smile. "Let me help you up." Amara stood, helping the young woman to her feet. "You should get some rest." "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Thanks."The girl nodded, apologizing and thanking Amara for the aid as she left the isle. Licking her lips, Amara retrieved the book, forgotten on the floor and slid it carefully back on the shelf. She still sensed the other vampire in the library, and wondered if she'd been able to sate her desires or was simply prolonging the moment.

[Maricul]

"Maricul," she replied.
There was no bowing on her part but she thought it only polite to introduce herself as well. She was right, they had all the time in the world. Immortality made sure of that; it was one of it many perks. This is why Maricul never rushed a single kill. She enjoyed every waking second of it instead; the seduction, the act of intercourse and finally drinking their blood until there was nothing left to drink. Maricul never left her victims alive, not out of choice but addiction. Once she had a taste of that blood it was nearly impossible for her to stop. Which is why she had only sired a select few as in the heat of the moment she didn't want to stop drinking their blood. If she could spend an eternity drinking the sweetest blood imaginable she would without a moment's hesitation. Sex and blood were her heaven, the only one true moment of happiness she experience in a world of pain and disease.

"Perhaps," she told Amara before seeing the vampire walk off.
With that out of the way The Seductress continue her walk toward the current object of her desire. His hand reached out for a book and she went for the same one, making sure that their hands would touch and his head turned to look at her. That feeling of hot on warm sending a shiver down her spine, helping to provide the smile she wanted to give the man. Already The Seductress went to work on manipulating his hormones. Making his body want her with each second that passed as he smiled back at her.
"Hello."
"Hi."
"I'm Matthew."
"Maricul."
"That's a beautiful name."
"Thank you."

Maricul pulled out the book he was going for and found it to be about romance, desire, passion, lust. How very fitting.
"I see you're a fan of romance too."
The man blushed a little.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. A story about two people brought together by desire, a passion like no other burning in both of them and they just can't stay away from each other no matter how hard they try. It's a compelling story isn't it?"
Nothing else needed to be said as Maricul dropped the book onto the floor when Matthew kissed her. She had pulled at his strings, building up his own desire until he couldn't take it anymore. Neither one of them had the patience to ride to his place and perform this act there so they went to the nearly place where they could be alone.

They entered the men's bathroom and quickly went into one of the stalls there. Maricul pushed him down onto the toilet seat before closing the door of the stall behind them. The Seductress sat there on his lap, wrapping her arms around him before their lips met again. They kissed each other passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies as they moaning softly toward one another. It wasn't long until Maricul purged him of his clothes and vice versa. The danger alone was enough to turn the man on, the alarmingly fast race of his heart beat were turning Maricul on more than she already were. The Seductress' body felt like it was on ice, and his body felt like it was on fire. Neither one of them care as the feeling of hot and cold coming together like this only added to the overall pleasure.

A couple of hours passed. When The Seductress wanted to savor something she did. Every part of it. The sound of his blood pressure going up made Maricul hungry but she resisted those urges as the lust for his body far outweighed the lust for his blood. In the moments to pass they would both feel the release of their sexual frustration and now with that finally out of the way Maricul fangs bit down into his skin, leaving two little bite marks in their path as she held him in place with all her strength, leaving him helpless to defend himself as she drank his blood. The warm crimson liquids touching her tongue and later going down her throat gave her a rush that could not be described. It was something you couldn't explain, you just had to feel it. The Seductress was in heaven right now; nothing but pleasure and true happiness running through her body. Maricul never picked up the pace, it continued to be a slow ride until she gulped down the very last drop of blood.

Maricul removed her lips from his neck and saw his eyes, once so full of life now so empty. She wiped the blood off her chin and put her clothes back on before stepping out of the stall and washing her hands in the sink. For now she was satisfied, yet even more depressed than before now that something so wonderful had to end. Maricul returned to the part of the library she was before, tracking down the scent of the other vampire and approaching her. For the time being the lust deep inside no longer burned for blood or sex.
"You're still here? I thought you'd be gone by now."
Maricul looked around for some place private before looking back to her.
"We can converse now if you'd like. I should be good for the rest of the evening."
One man a day was usually all she needed, some times two. It all depended on her mood and how strong the lust became.

[Amara de Lutaire]

I chose a work of fiction finally, something to pass the time with. Though I have found throughout my long life that quite a lot of supposed fiction was more fact than not. Take Anne Rice's works of 'fiction', her Vampire Chronicles. I knew for certain that those she wrote of existed. I'd come across them from afar on more than one occasion. Many supernatural beings that were writ in works of fiction indeed inhabited this earth.

This particular novel was by a more recent author, Kim Harrison. She wrote about a red haired Witch who lived and worked with a 'living' vampire and a family of pixies in an old church. I quite enjoyed the tales of a 'living' vampire. Born as such, and upon death will rise again as a vampire in the sense that most know us as. Undead, no breath, no pulse, but alive just the same. There were many novels in recent years that elicited similar tales and characters, all of which I thoroughly enjoyed.

As I sat at one of the tables and began to delve into the book itself the scent of blood and sex came wafting from further down the structure of the library. It mingled with the other vampire's scent, enhanced it, and I knew her for what she was. In other times, long ago, many of us were called Succubi. Though the term denotes more than simply the drinking of blood. Succubi, and Incubi as well, seduced their victims. True, some of us do possess powers of persuasion, but it came to reason that sex & death, carnal lust and blood were the signature depictions of both the Succubi and Incubi. Myself, I was a Sanguine, a being that drank blood to live. The other vampire, however, was much closer to the line of Succubi. I did not crave sex, but often longed for company, lest the depression and insanity came creeping back.

Intimacy is not always physical, for there are many levels with which one can become intimate with another. I missed that closeness, intimacy of the mind & heart, not of the body. Within minutes I was nearly done with the book in my hands. It was the second in the Hollows series written by Kim Harrison and I had been hooked on the story since her first. The title was 'The Good, the Bad, and the Undead', quite clever, as was her writing style itself. The scent of blood, sex, and death grew stronger and I felt the other vampiress approach.

"I am. I have not left, though I too have sated my....appetite." I closed the book and sat it before me. "You practically glow yourself, however, something troubles you. You seem much like myself. Unsettled, unmoved due to a great sadness. A gulf that nearly swallows you whole. Although," I folded my hands on my lap. "I could just be projecting my own inner plights upon you. I do apologize if the latter is the case." I stood, tilting my head down as I properly introduced myself. "I am Amara, Amara de Lutaire"