Renee sighed; sat up in the large bed; and reveled in the darkness. An abundance of pillows buffered her. The pale Egyptian cotton sheets fell from her body, and cool night air kissed her naked skin as she reached for the ceiling in a luxurious stretch. Pink tipped nipples tingled and stood at attention. She glanced down at herself marveling at the muscle that slightly hardened the softness of perfect curves. Renee smirked. She was not above being vein and thanked a shadow from long ago for freezing her in time. Renee pushed a hand through elegantly bobbed hair and yawned. Abruptly, hunger made itself known as abnormal canines brushed over her tongue and lips. The smirk transformed into a full-blown smile as hopes of a full belly and satiated body filled her with the promise of an interesting night to come.
She arose, pulling the heavy material to the side. The soft light from the window made porcelain skin glow, giving her almost an angelic appeal, but she was no angel. Renee stopped in front of the large mirror, striking a pose full of pouty lips and smoldering eyes. Seeing on the reflection of the huge bed staring back at her, the blonde laughed, throatily at her own morbid sense of humor. The past few hundred years would have been extremely boring without it.
Renee ambled toward the open window and peered into the night. Horses clopped down the narrow streets pulling their tourist filled carriages behind them. The driver bellowed and pointed at the various restaurants and bars for the alternative lifestyle. A myriad of people milled about; some walking in groups; some on bicycles, some staggering toward Bourbon Street looking for another daiquiri or a signature Hurricane. The redhead took a deep, unnecessary breath and reveled once more in the overwhelming humanity that surrounded her. Thankful at least for New Orleans, it had been the only place to make her feel some semblance of life again. Pushing away from the window, Renee ambled toward the bathroom. It was time to start the night.
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Renee leaned back into the plush surroundings of the VIP lounge and sighed. She grasped the wine glass in front of her and swirled the blood red beverage, watching it coat the sides before splashing back to calmness. She stood up and looked down at the room below. Piercing brown eyes saw everything at once... flashing lights, gyrating bodies, people laughing, crying, and drinking themselves into oblivion. It was a depiction of life and misspent youth in its many forms. Her club, The Lion's Den, provided an outlet for said youth and entertainment for herself. She literally bathed in their vitality and their delusional invincibility in hopes that the traits were contagious lifting some of the ancient weight she carried on her shoulders burdened with lies, heartache and loneliness. The clearing of a throat brought Renee from her thoughts. She glanced upward to see Charlotte, her assistant waiting patiently. "You have something for me?"
"A few actually. I've been watching them. They seem to be the pick of the litter tonight. A couple of them fit the physical description you always want. You should be pleased."
Renee smirked. "That may not be saying much at all. Pickings are slim, Charlotte, very slim." Brunettes are a dime a dozen, but she was unique. "Show them up."
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Long minutes seemed to turn into hours, as another overly loud laugh caused Renee to groan silently. Soundproofing muffled the blaring music that filtered out unchecked below. So, unfortunately, Renee was privy to every idiotic word swirling around her.
"Oh, come on, Renee, tell us what you think."
Renee ignored the pleading looks aimed in her direction. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the jarring sound of the woman's voice permeated hyper aware senses. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Irritation raced over her skin.
She peered at the young women surrounding her. They bubbled with beauty, vitality and gushed with excitement, and they should have been perfect candidates. They were not. What they were was so far up her ass that she could taste cheap hairspray. Conversation flowed around her but intelligence was lacking. Renee did not give a tinker's damn if JLo was pregnant or if Britney was crazy. Renee was with the silent minority? leave Britney alone.
Growing more bored by the moment, Renee brought the glass to her lips and sipped. She groaned as the Pinot Noir coated her tongue and dribbled warmth down her throat. I should have stayed in bed. Now, let's see what I can do to salvage the night. The blonde flicked her tongue over a razor sharp canine and canted her head to the side with interest. Her grin was slow, sexy, and sadistic.
The woman laughed again and added an unwelcome hand to the club owner's thigh.
Renee cringed internally but her grin widened. As if by its on volition, her hand lifted from the table, and she watched with veiled delight as blunt nails grew into two-inch talons. With unbelievable quickness, she sliced through flesh and muscle.
The woman opened her mouth to speak again, but there was only a gurgle. Renee held up her glass, catching the rivulets of blood as they spilled from the side of the babbling woman's neck. Golden eyes twinkled with merriment as she watched her prey's head slump forward, nearly separated from the body that housed it.
A carpet of silence lay neatly over the occupants of the booth? followed by the most terrible of screams.
Several sets of horrified eyes turned to look at the blonde as she brought the glass to her lips. Her eyes pinned them all there, daring them to leave. Renee raised a brow. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Did any of you want some?" She asked with malicious glee. Without waiting for a reply, she passed the glass around the table. "Drink up. There's plenty more. Though, you might want to hurry. It's ghastly when it's cold." Now this is entertainment. She rested her chin in the open palm of her hand, tapping still bloody talons against her cheek.
Renee pinned each individual with a glare, challenging them to spurn her generosity. There was not a taker in the bunch. They were the followers that she knew them to be. Disgust marred their beautiful faces, as the glass was passed from woman to woman. The young girl nearest to her took the glass with shaking hands. She gagged as the blood passed her lips, regurgitating the offering all over the table. Brown eyes burned red with anger and insolence. "This isn't the place for you, ladies. You've bored and bothered the wrong person." Renee stood abruptly. "Take your friend and get out of my sight. I will not be so nice the next time," she added and smiled wolfishly, revealing garishly long canines.
Renee laughed as her guests scurried away like frightened rodents. She smoothed a hand through blond locks and looked down at the black silk shirt for specks of blood. Seeing nothing marring her appearance, Renee exited the lounge, making her way downstairs, across the club with purpose. What has the world come too? The youth of my generation were genuine and excited about life. So much has changed and not for the better. It defeats the purpose of being immortal. Renee smiled bitterly to herself. Although time and the world around me seemed to be such a small thing when I was not so alone, when I had? I WILL NOT think of her.
Renee shook her head in attempt to clear her it, but it continued to cloud despite her mental effort.
Paris in the 1940's was a time of decadence, bombs fell like raindrops, but the Parisians continued to live life to the fullest. Sex, the arts, parties and many other levels of entertainment were at their peak... anything to forget the death that lingered just outside. It was the perfect place for Renee to pass the time while the monstrosity of war inched over the world. The women were intelligent and their blood tasted of French champagne and opium. She had not a care in the world.
With money stolen and earned, Renee supported the arts, especially if the artist was a beautiful woman. She cut a bloody swath through the community, drinking of them as if she could absorb their knowledge. There was nothing cruel about it. It was just her favorite meal.
Natasha Lionette should have been no different. She was simply an American with a French name, hiding from death that seemed to lurk in every corner. Her paintings were beautifully dark and brooding. This alone confused the vampire. How could one so young know about such pain and despair? The confusion turned to intrigue, and always blunt, Renee set out to unravel the mystery at her earliest convenience and manipulation. With a help of a well-orchestrated party at her gallery, Renee had her chance.
The crowd buzzed with excitement and gossip. The air was thick with perfume and the men and women were dressed in the finest French couture. Champagne seemed to be running from an endless font, making tongues and morals looser. She moved through the crowd that filled the gallery. Renee sipped from her glass of champagne as cool light brown eyes scanned the swarm of people and dismissed every one of them. Still, a saucy smirk stole over her features as she spied a couple very close to a sexual act in a far dark corner. She watched for a few moments before her focus shifted.
Natasha stood tall and majestic. Long dark hair hung freely, moving with every turn of her head. Where all the women were dressed in frilly things, Natasha stood out in the crowd, wearing leather boots cinched around her calves, tight grey trousers that highlighted long, muscular legs, and a starched white shirt that made tanned features stand out in sharp relief. Her face was a portrait of angles, beautiful in laughter as she stood in front of her work, entertaining a group of stogy old men. Renee stood just outside the circle peering in. They quietly turned to look at her. She smiled disarmingly. "Leave," her eyes whispered silently. In a blink of an eye, only Renee and the artist remained.
Renee drained the rest of her champagne, giving the artist time to go from shock to curiosity. It did not take long. Icy blue eyes met brown ones in a bold gaze.
"That was a nice trick." Natasha's voice was raspy but smooth like the contradictory sides of velvet. The brunette bowed her head in respect.
Renee chuckled. Her back straightened as subconsciously she tried to extend her frame. Still, the artist stood almost two heads taller. Renee felt strangely small and used her words to compensate. "I have many more. I can teach you if you like?"
"I don't know sounds like dangerous work to me."
Silence fell between them. Natasha was the first to break it. "The way you walk around... as if you own everything... I take it you are the owner and my contributor?"
The vampire nodded. "Very astute of you."
"Mmm, so what do you want in return?" Blue eyes narrowed. "To bed me? Own me? Use me?"
Renee stepped closer, invading the artist's personal space. "Yes, and so much more. Would you deny me?"
Natasha smiled in some secret amusement. "Of course. You get nothing from me easily."
"Good. I love a chase." Renee ran a finger down the artist's cheek. "It makes catching you so much more gratifying."
Natasha pulled away. "Trying to take privileges already I see." Her jaw clenched at the other woman's audacity. "You presume too much."
Renee grinned and stepped back. "I will teach you many things, and something tells me I will learn plenty from you, Natasha."
"Again, you make too many assumptions. I'm sure you are used to getting what you want, but I do not play that game. I am not a whore just because you hold all the money I will not fall at your feet."
"Hm, what if I fall at yours? Everyone needs a? friend."
"I have plenty."
Renee scoffed. "Those old men? They're even dirtier than I am. I'm the lesser of two evils I assure you."
Natasha could not help herself, she laughed. "I rather doubt that. I sense that being near you could be a very precarious adventure indeed."
"I could change your life, Natasha."
The artist's name rolled of the vampire's lips as if she owned it. Icy eyes widened as excitement burrowed through her. "We shall see. I haven't even decided if I am going to talk to you again."
Renee's grin widened knowingly. "Yes, you have. It's written all over you."
Natasha's eyes flashed. "So, is it your money or your use of words that draw people to you?" She asked sarcastically.
"By people, should I assume you mean women?" Renee countered.
"Mmm."
"I would have to say that it is the latter. They rather enjoy the use of my tongue."
Natasha's laughter was quick and deep. "Charming, and a forked tongue it is."
"My body then?"
The artist continued to snicker. "Stop! It would be unsightly for Champagne to come out of my nose what would people think?"
"I do not understand why you find that humorous. Do you not find me attractive? This vexes me." Renee asked irritably.
Natasha slowly allowed her eyes to travel from the blonde's head to her toes. "No, it is not that. It is your arrogance I find funny."
"You mean my confidence."
"No, I meant your arrogance. I do not mince words."
Renee canted her head to the side. "Funny, it was my arrogance that helped you in making the decision to keep talking to me."
"Touché." The artist's eyes glittered with amusement. "You have my attention. Now, let's see what you do from now on to hold it."
"Actually, I would love to talk about you."
"Ask away."
"Now, tell me what does someone as young as you know of such torment?" They turned toward one of the paintings.
Before she could stop herself, Natasha found that she was speaking, candidly. "I am an American who was stuck in Germany at the height of this Godforsaken war. The Nazi's breed criminals who will do anything to get what they want. I have lost many things... my family and the life that I knew, so how can I not know about pain?"
They talked well into the night.
Renee was enamored never had she seen such fire, such passion in a woman who had lost so much. She began to look forward to the nights again.
With a growl, she shook herself free of memories to return to the here and now. Renee had an assistant to admonish. Someone needed to pay for the lack of originality that just left her booth. The vampire's movements were fluid; dark silk clung to every curve; and graceful, full hips swiveled with each step. The heavy bass of the beat surrounded her and Renee could feel the eyes on her, but no one dared to touch her. The occupants on the dance floor parted magically, clearing a path. She radiated power and malice. Some were repelled by it. Some were attracted, but they all were in awe of it. Renee smirked tasting the fear in the air as well as the interest. Still, the smirk fell quickly. I grow tired of these cattle. There isn't a free thinker among them. I created this place hoping to draw the best of youth, and all I have are the bottom feeders.
Now annoyed by the gazes following her, Renee flew through the crowd with lightening speed. Within mere seconds, she stood in front of the bar. The nervous bartender dropped a glass, but Renee caught it before it hit the floor. "Mine yourself or you will pay for it with your hide," she hissed displaying elongated fangs.
The young man reared backward in fear, but as quick as her anger came, it disappeared. Her fangs retracted, giving her the appearance of a simple woman. What was his name? Her gaze burned into him, stealing all the knowledge that was screaming from his brain. "Ah, my dear... Ted. Where is she?"
"Wh-wha?huh?"
Renee sighed once more detesting stupidity. She studied him feeling the confusion come off him in waves. "You really are stupid aren't you?"
Ted nodded and pointed behind her. Renee turned slightly seeing, her assistant, wearing a determined expression, weaving her way through the crowd. The club owner waited for her arrival.
Knowing that the blonde was waiting for her to speak, Charlotte did not waist any time. "There's trouble. The girl you dispensed of tonight has friends. Apparently, she's related to someone very important. There's quiet a few men in your office waiting to speak to you or they said they would burn the place to the ground." Charlotte sucked in a much needed breath.
Renee chuckled. "Ah, what would any corrupt city be like without their crime families? I'll be there momentarily."
"Should I gather some he-"
Renee shook her head. "No, I will take care of this myself. I need to send a message."
A few short minutes later, the vampire opened the door to her office and nearly choked on the amount of testosterone. Three rather large fellows sat on the chocolate leather sofa; one leaned against it; and the other had the audacity to sit behind her desk, swiveling in the chair. She grinned as several pairs of eyes zeroed in on her in an attempt at intimidation. "So, you're here because I killed the wrong piece of trash?" Her voice was light but mocking.
The one in the chair stood up. He was Renee's height, with a slight build, and greasy looks. "I should kill you where you stand."
Renee smiled outright, but on the inside sadness permeated every inch. All of this misery would be gone in an instant. "There are days when I wish someone would."
The silence was overwhelming, but it was disturbed by the cocking of a gun. A slight breeze was the only indication that Renee had moved.
The greasy man yelled in surprise as the woman disappeared from his gaze. "What the fuck?!"
The blonde stood behind one of the large men who took her statement seriously and drew his weapon. He grunted in surprise and pain. Renee held his gun hand in a crushing grip, while the other encased his throat. Her eyes flashed in warning as the others stood up; revealed their weapons; and surrounded her.
"You wouldn't dare. That karate shit doesn't scare me. You don't know who you're fucking with," the greasy man threatened.
In a horrifying show of vicious strength and speed, Renee squeezed, crushing the man's windpipe in a satisfying crunch. As he gagged and squirmed in pain, she raised his gun hand and the sound of the gunshot was deafening. The goon that stood the closest crumbled to the ground. Only a few seconds had passed.
In one smooth motion, Renee stepped away and let the body fall next to the other one. "It's just not one of those days, gentlemen."
The greasy man looked on in a combination of confusion, surprise and terror.
"Come on, keep up boys. Drop the weapons. They will not help you here." Her gaze contained a promise of violence and death. Renee walked calmly past them and sat in the dark leather chair. She leaned forward; rested her arms on the desk; and waited.
"How did you? what are you?" The greasy man asked as he re-holstered his weapon. The rest of them followed his actions.
"That is not important. Now, why are you here?"
"She was the police chief's niece."
"Who, that irritating twit from earlier?" She did not wait for an answer. "I guess that I need to be more discriminating. What do you want from me? An apology?"
The men gazed at each other as if waiting for the other to speak. Greasy stepped forward. "Uh, we were supposed to bring him your head. You started this lady. We wouldn't be here otherwise."
Renee's laugh was full of delight. Then, suddenly it stopped. "I will end it also. None of you want a fight with me. I have kept quiet for a long time. I could own every man and woman in this city. It would be unbelievably easy." Her voice was calm but fierce. "Tell your police chief this and to stay out of my way or his cute little family will pay for his mettling." She paused for effect. "What were their names? Ah, Kelly and Sandra I believe."
"How did you-"
"I know everything that there is to know about every official in this town, everything. I call it my little insurance policy."
Renee waited for the information to sink in. "Now, get out of my sight. I've had enough of you." The blonde vampire waved her hand nonchalantly at the crumpled bodies. "Take your trash with you."
After the office cleared, Renee leaned back into the chair. Tiredness swept over her. What am I doing? I don't have anything left to fight for. I'm too old and I've seen too much. This arrogance and need to control does not bring me the same pleasure anymore. Hardly anything does. Perhaps I do have a death wish.
"Renee?" The assistant walked into the office, closing the previously open door behind her.
The blonde's gaze jerked upward but her eyes were wild and full of emotion.
"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked. Genuine concern could be heard in her voice.
The vampire's expression turned to stone as her emotions moved back behind the seemingly impenetrable wall. "Save your empathy for someone who deserves it Charlotte. I do not."
Charlotte pushed the glasses back on her the tip of her nose and pursed thin lips. "I-I'm sorry?"
"Do not be. We are not friends. You serve me freely, and you will be rewarded for that someday soon."
Charlotte brought a hand up to the back of her neck. The mark burned into her flesh seemed to throb at the vampire's words. "I am honored. I know you haven't brought anyone over for a very long time."
"I need someone to pass all that I own, all that I know to someday. I'm not going to be here forever." Nor do I want to be. "I think you are that person."
"What about-"
"Please Charlotte do not make the mistake of speaking her name. Don't make me regret my moment of weakness when I told you the whole sordid story."
"I'm sorry. Maybe if you go back to the bar you'll see something you'll like. Get your mind off things," the assistant muttered as if she knew a pleasing secret.
A wheat colored brow shot upward. "Maybe I will do that."
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Some time later, Renee decided to follow her assistant's advice and grace the bar with her presence. Feeling many pairs of eyes on her, the club owner turned toward the patrons. They all quickly looked away. The vampire laughed out loud. "Cowards."
Renee took a seat and leaned forward to catch one of the bartender's eyes. She crooked a finger in his direction.
"Y-yes ma'am."
"Do you keep everyone waiting this long, Andy?" The vampire's gaze was guarded but held a warning.
"No, ma'am. It's a little busier than usual tonight." Andy smiled as he met the blonde's eyes. "The usual?"
"Yes." She eyed him curiously. I guess it is good that not all of my employees are afraid of me. Only a few seconds passed before a full glass of red wine appeared in front of her. The back of the vampire's neck tingled with awareness. A blonde brow rose in interest. Somebody was watching her. With the use of supernatural senses, Renee followed the heat. Several heads turned quickly afraid of being caught staring again, but one remained. She studied the owner of the impertinent gaze from afar. Emotion slammed into her gut, leaving her almost breathless. It's her. Please let it be. Time stopped. Then, it reversed itself.
Months flew by and to Renee; nothing else existed save the artist. The women she fed on had become only mere objects of sustenance. The war was over and Paris was rebuilding, as was Renee. Her fortune became vast as she took over restaurants, cafes, and galleries whose owners? disappeared. The more she acquired; the more she showered on the artist.
Dusk brought them together just as it did many other nights. As if they had some unspoken agreement, the gallery where they first met became a rendezvous point where they drank, dined, talked, and Renee watched art being created.
Each night, Renee awoke, within the lavish apartment well hidden in the gallery, brimming with anticipation just to see the brunette, yet they had barely touched. This night was to be different.
They sat at the bistro-like table tucked away in the vampire's plush office and sipped the finest of wines. Renee placed a set of keys on the table and smiled softly at her own accomplishment.
The artist peered down and fingered the new objects. She sighed. "What am I to do with all of these acquisitions? I know nothing of running a business Renee." The brunette's eyes were confused and pleading.
"What ever you wish to do with them. I just want you to have the fame you speak so much about."
The blue gaze narrowed. "Or are you trying to buy me? I've told you once. I will not be your whore."
Renee's head snapped back as if she had been struck. "No, I?" She looked away, suddenly unsure. "I've never wanted to give anyone anything before, not like this. I want you to have the world. I don't know how else to show that I care. Is that so wrong?" Renee glanced upward through thick lashes.
Natasha's features softened. "I can understand what you're saying, but I don't need all of this. Just be my friend."
The blonde's stomach twisted. She stood up and walked toward her desk. "Is that all you wish to be?" Afraid of the answer, Renee turned away.
"You have been there for me more than anyone else ever has. I've told you things? let you see my pain. I have cried in your arms for my mother, my father, and my sister. I have cried for the pain I have caused and the revenge I have taken. I have laid myself bare to you, but I know nothing of you except that you wish to give me things. I believed that friends was all YOU wished to be." The artist's voice was layered with confusion. "I do not understand you."
Renee's head dropped once more. She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to keep from flying apart. "Perhaps it is I who does not understand myself. I have seen so much; been through so much; and I am colored by it all. I do not know what to tell you or show you." She paused. "I do not know who to be."
"Should I tell you what I see?" She stood and slowly walked toward the blonde. Not waiting for an answer, Natasha continued. "I see ferocity, passion, kindness, loyalty, and I sense that only a select few have seen this if any. I also see the need to take, to have, to own, but you will not take me or own me. I will give myself to you freely if you earn it just like I must earn you. I know this will take some time, but you will learn not to hide from me. There are so many questions I have of you." Natasha shook her head as if her mind were full. "Why do I only see you at night? Why is your skin cool? Are you sick?" The brunette moved closer, hovering behind the gallery owner.
Renee's chest heaved as the words and Natasha's presence washed over her. She turned and their gazes met. The blonde searched blue eyes for certainty. Words that she wanted to release since the beginning rose in her throat almost choking her. "I have done things in the past that would shock you, but I do not regret them. I do things every night that you may view as barbaric, but you must know this is a part of who I am. I cannot change this. Maybe I am all the things that you see, but I am so much more. I have seen pain and I have caused it. I have seen death and been a part of that also. There is so much to tell you, but let me break your heart only a little at a time." Renee paused and her eyes were imploring. "I beg you."
In an unexpected move, Natasha reached out pulling the other woman into her body. The air left the blonde's lungs in a whimper. Blue met amber and the air around them crackled with intensity.
Renee melted into the artist. The heat rolling from her body was irresistible. She licked her lips to alleviate a suddenly dry mouth. Renee could not tear her eyes away. "I-"
"No, it is my turn to speak." With a free hand, Natasha reached up tracing the blonde's cheek with shaky fingertips. "You have lied as have I." Fingertips trailed over trembling lips outlining them with sensual purpose.
" You have killed as have I. You have brought others pain as have I." Natasha paused, tilting the other woman's face upward. "If it takes an eternity, I am here to listen. We are so much alike that this is obviously meant to be." Slowly the artist's head lowered and a charged eternity later lips brushed.
Renee sobbed into the contact. Heat rolled through her body, and in that instant she was broken and remade again.
Free from the past for the moment, Renee appeared beside the owner of the curious eyes.
Not waiting to be invited, Renee took the seat next to her. With a bold gaze, the vampire studied her quarry slowly. She nearly gasped as bright blue eyes studied her with the same intensity. This is uncanny. They are almost identical more so than any of the others. Still, I would feel if it were her. A long, wild dark mane framed a face of distinct beauty complete with slashing cheekbones and full lips. But, it was the eyes that gave Renee pause. They were alight with pain and knowledge.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Renee inquired with a raised brow.
For a few seconds, the brunette ignored her and continued to sip her drink. Finally, bright eyes flashed as she spoke. "Yeah, I do, considering I don't remember inviting you over." The woman's voice was a throaty purr dripping with sarcasm.
Renee waved her hand, dismissing the words. "It's merely a formality."
"Mmm, well, let's make it formal then. You're not invited. Feel better?" She turned away briefly, picking the olive out of her martini. She bit it neatly in half not caring to hear the blonde's reply.
Renee smiled. She has that same fire. "I'm not leaving so get used to having me here."
The brunette sighed and scanned the bar no doubt looking for a vacant seat. "I could just leave."
"You won't. You have to finish your drink." Renee smirked.
"That's a flimsy excuse at best." Icy blue eyes twinkled with reluctant amusement. "You wanted something?"
Renee gave the woman a second glance. Her black leather jacket gleamed in the multi- colored lights, hiding a crisp white t-shirt that was tucked into faded jeans. The vampire smiled softly. Maybe the night will not be a bust after all. "I want a lot of things. Some are large and some small." She waved a hand back and forth for emphasis.
"Mmm," the brunette popped the other half of the olive into her mouth. "What does that have to do with me?" A well shaped brow rose.
Renee threw back her head and laughed. "You are an insolent one. Do you even know who I am?"
"There's no reason for me to care," the other woman replied between sips of her drink, meeting the blonde gaze for gaze. The air crackled around them.
"Oh, you will," Renee's voice lowered an octave as she leaned forward, invading the other woman's personal space. "And soon."
"Is this the part where they usually swoon? Because I have to tell you, I'm not the swooning type."
"Neither are you the type to come in here. You are very out of your element."
"So are you."
Golden eyes widened. "Perceptive of you. It isn't my crowd to say the least. I like things a little...more authentic."
"Mine either. It was close so I came in to have a drink."
Renee studied the other woman for a long moment. "You lie badly. You're in the mood for something sexy...something different. I can almost smell it on you."
The brunette chuckled. "Maybe I do, but let me guess, you think that you are that something different?"
"I might be. Lie and tell me you're not intrigued."
"I won't lie. I am. Doesn't mean a damn thing. I'm a woman I can change my mind. Maybe I'll just sit here and look at the local color."
They turned toward the dance floor. Every Goth and freak in the city gyrated to the heavy techno beat.
Renee smirked. "And it is colorful isn't it? New Orleans is definitely the place for it. You can commit every sin possible before the sun rises."
"That it is."
"Well, I think this banter has gone on long enough. Let me introduce myself. I am Renee Leblanc, and this is my little den of iniquity." In an attempt to be cordial, she held out a hand.
The brunette smiled genuinely for the first time tonight as she took the offered appendage. She gasped at the jolt of awareness the touch ensued, blotting out the cold feeling of the blonde's flesh. Shaken, she tried to pull back. "I'm, um, Cameron. Cameron Brooks."
Renee grinned. "No, don't pull away. Why would you run? You can't run from everything, especially me and this." In a bold move, the blonde trailed a finger down the brunette's neck. She watched her pulse jump in reaction and heard the sudden intake of breath. Renee licked her lips in reaction. It was the most beautiful sound...rushing blood rivaled only by the sound of a woman's pleasure.
Blue eyes narrowed and she jerked away. "I don't understand...." She paused and her voice hardened. "And I didn't give you permission to touch me."
"That's beside the point, but I think you do understand. Everyone understands lust. Is that not what you're feeling? Is that not why your eyes followed me?" Renee leaned forward and subtlety sniffed the air around Cameron. Uncertainty, arousal, and confusion seemed to seep through the woman's pores. It was a heady perfume, and the vampire nearly moaned in delight.
Cameron felt as if her insides were sweating. She tried to turn away, but the club owner's allure was mesmerizing. The brunette opened her mouth to answer the question posed to her. "I..."
"Shhh," Renee held an elegant finger up to Cameron's lips. Her smile was lascivious. "I already know the answer, but you do put up a brave front. I can see through your nonchalance."
Cameron swallowed audibly, and the horny imp on her shoulder forced her to taste the skin so close to her lips. With the tip of her tongue, she stroked the blonde's finger, leaving a wet trail. Cameron's breathing went ragged, and her stomach clenched almost painfully.
Renee growled and her eyes narrowed to slits. The vampire bent forward even more until she could feel the brunette's breath on her face. With her finger still in place, the vampire swiped her tongue sensuously over Cameron's lips. Renee closed her eyes as she savored the salty, sweetness. "Let me give you what you want," the blonde whispered hoarsely.
"What's that?" Cameron inquired huskily.
"Me."
Cameron sucked in a breath. The club owner's bravado aroused her, intrigued her. "This...arrogance becomes you, but you're going to have to do better than that."
"I know, and I can do much better. You won't forget this night. I'll change your life," Renee purred.
An instant later, an animal like growl escaped her lips, and she barely resisted the urge to become the monster that lay just under her skin. An unwelcome hand tapped her shoulder. With burning eyes, she turned toward the intruder. "I know you have more sense than this Charlotte otherwise you wouldn't be working for me."
The taller woman shrank back as if struck. "I... I've got more news about earlier."
"Can't you see that I'm busy? We'll discuss this later." Renee turned away, dismissing her assistant without a second thought.
She did not leave.
"What Charlotte?" The vampire's voice was deceptively calm.
"Um, one of those guys came back."
Renee sighed and glanced back at Cameron. "I'll only be a moment."
With the grace of a dancer, Renee slid off the stool. She led her companion to a dark corner of the club. Snatching the woman by the arm, she slammed her against the wall. Seamlessly, her face morphed...her forehead ridged and fangs elongated. With a hand firmly enclosed around the assistant's throat, Renee hissed. "This had better be good enough to keep me from killing you right here."
"You know it is otherwise I wouldn't have interrupted you putting the mojo on that woman." Charlotte wheezed, resisting the urge to claw at the hands that held her captive.
"Don't speak of things you know nothing about Charlotte. What is this about?" Renee loosened her hold as the monster retreated.
"Some greasy looking guy came back with a message. There may be more trouble than we thought. He said that this wasn't over."
"Clean it up. I don't care what you have to do. Clean it up well Charlotte because you don't want me to have to do it myself." Renee gave her assistant a meaningful look.
Charlotte swallowed and nodded. The vampire released her completely and watched her disappear amongst the crowd. Dismissing the whole situation, Renee moved back toward the bar and the woman that waited there.
Renee spied the brunette almost immediately. Her eyes were drawn to her, but she stayed hidden in a shadowed corner. She continued to peer at the other woman. The pain came as she expected it to hard and unforgiving, making her almost double over with its onslaught. An eternity? can I keep doing this for an eternity? How can it still hurt so much? I control so much, yet I cannot control them? the memories will not leave me.
Renee heard the gasp from across the room as she dropped the sheet that hid her nakedness. Natasha stood frozen with paintbrush in her hand. The blank white canvas in front of her waited to be transformed.
"Are you going to paint me dark and brooding like your other work? Is that how you see me now?"
"No," Natasha dropped the brush and pushed the easel to the floor. "I don't do portraits. You know this."
Amber eyes widened. "Then, why all the subterfuge?"
Natasha moved slowly toward the blonde. She did not speak until they were almost touching. "Because, I wanted to see you like this? exposed and vulnerable." The brunette reached out tracing Renee's bottom lip with the tip of her finger.
Renee pulled the appendage into her mouth, sucking and nipping the skin lightly. The moan that accompanied it shook her to the core. She pulled the finger from her lips, dragging the wetness down her chin before grasping the artist's hand in hers. "All you had to do was ask. I would give anything."
"You pull away when I touch you? when I try to go beyond kissing. Why?" Blue eyes were pained and alight with need. "I want you so much."
Renee licked her lips, preparing to lie smoothly. "I've been waiting for the right time?"
Natasha wound her hands through short red tresses. She pulled Renee's head back slightly, exposing her throat. "Is it now?" The blonde did not wait for an answer. She lowered her head and simply devoured awaiting flesh. Tongue, mouth, teeth licked, raked and nipped.
"Ta-sha," Renee whimpered, and then uttered a name she had not spoken in decades. "God." Need raced through her body, pooling with moist certainty between her legs.
Desire was quickly followed by fear. It had been an alien emotion until she met the brunette... until she loved. Renee could feel the transformation and for the first time, she was ashamed. She wrenched out of the embrace, and turned away in an attempt to hide her face.
"What are you hiding from me?!" Natasha bellowed. She kicked abandoned art supplies across the room. "I don't care what it is. Just tell me."
"I can't." Renee covered her face with her hands.
"Why are you cool to the touch? Why when we lay together I do not feel your heart beating? What are you? Just tell me." Natasha implored. She slowly walked up behind the blonde. "I love you."
Renee's body shook with laughter and tears. "I've waited forever to hear those words and for the person to mean them." She turned revealing blood red eyes, a harshly crinkled forehead and fangs that prickled over her lower lip. "Do you love me now?"
Verdant eyes widened to the size of saucers, but Natasha resisted the urge to step away.
She looked away instead.
Renee laughed bitterly. "That is your answer." She stepped back, but a strong hand stopped her progress.
"I knew. God help me, somehow I knew." Natasha reached out touching the face that was barely recognizable.
Renee jerked in surprise with further intentions to flee.
"No, look at me."
Their eyes met, and the blonde stood frozen in shock. The need, the fire was still there. Natasha lowered her head, brushing Renee's lips softly. The blonde's body sagged in relief.
"I love you," the blonde whispered.
A curious tongue slithered over elongated canines. Renee moaned. Hot hands scored her naked back and pulled her into the artist's warm body. Renee groaned as she broke the kiss. "We can't. I want to, but we can't." She wanted to believe and to trust in the moment, in the words, and in the actions
"Why?" Natasha asked raggedly. Her breathing was labored as if she had run a thousand miles.
Renee started to look away.
"No, no more of that. Tell me."
"I'll have to feed on you. It's been so long since... usually I just go in for the kill..."
"Do it." The unfamiliar made the brunette's arousal grow. "I trust you... just do it." Natasha captured the vampire's lips again. The caress deepened becoming frenzied, almost violent. Natasha palmed Renee's buttocks, lifting the vampire until legs encircled her waist.
With no secrets between them, Renee attempted to let go and believe, but despite the pleasure and the words of love, some part of Renee held on to a minute seed of doubt hidden well in the intense emotions swirling about her. Still, lost in the sexual haze, she gave in, and the artist's warm, wet mouth found her neck once more. "Oh...God..."
Renee growled in anguish. The pain turned to anger, and she had found only one thing to alleviate it. Her eyes flashed as she zeroed in or her target.
"Find me," she whispered into the air. Green eyes scanned the crowd and zeroed in on the darkness the flashing lights refused to dispel. Renee smiled and revealed herself.
In a few steps, they were face to face again. Renee moved soft locks of dark hair behind Cameron's ear and leaned forward until her lips were just touching it. "You stayed."
"You knew I would."
"Good, let's finish this." She grasped the brunette's hand, but met resistance.
"Did you actually think I was just going to come with you?"
Renee did not answer. She was enjoying the game too much.
"Then, you ARE arrogant, and I'm not that easy. Surely, you can come up with something better?"
The club owner peered at the other woman, assessing her. "What's wrong? Upset that I didn't let you make the first move? A woman like me intimidates you? Grow up little girl."
"Ha! You're challenging me?"
"I don't know. Are you up to it?"
"Reverse psychology never worked for me."
"You better believe that I mean what I say. I am not one to mince words. I excite you. I can see it all over your face and feel it on your skin."
Renee was not prepared for what happened next. Cameron grabbed her arm, placing it in an iron grip. "What do you see now? What do you feel?"
The vampire adjusted to the situation. Instead of breaking free, she leaned in until their faces were nearly touching. "I can show you better then I can tell you." She crashed her lips into the Cameron's, taking, molding and exploring. The kiss was carnal and near pornographic. The vampire's tongue slithered, darted and enticed. With a mere kiss, she wrote a story of the pleasures to come. Renee pulled away, leaving Cameron teetering on the edge of the barstool. The brunette's face was flushed and her breathing heavy. Without another look, Renee rose from her seat and began moving through the throng of people.
She smiled inwardly, knowing that without a doubt that Cameron was behind her.
Renee could taste the other woman's excitement. It grew as they moved to the back of the club. The vampire pulled open a door that led to a dark corridor, and the blonde's boots clicked against the tiled floor, creating an echo. Cameron squeezed her companion's hand.
"Where are you taking me?"
Renee smiled in the darkness. "Why? Are you frightened?"
The taller woman snorted. "You've got to be kidding."
"It's all right if you are. I'll protect you."
"Oh really?" In a quick smooth move, she pushed the blonde against the nearest wall. Cameron looked down into brown eyes that seemed to glow from within. Her insides clenched in arousal. "And who's going to protect you?" Her head lowered swiftly with the intention of taking the mouth below. She was stopped short as her head was yanked back forcefully.
Renee grinned, showing sparkling white teeth. She flexed her hand again, pulling Cameron's hair just hard enough to hurt, to titillate. "How very butch of you." Her eyes were riveted on the brunette's jugular. It pulsed with life. Renee bit her lip... hard in order to calm herself. "You are under the misconception that you are in control here." Cool lips found scorching skin. Renee's tongue flicked out, tracing up the taller woman's neck. She nibbled teasingly at the skin there. Arousal, thick, sticky, and wet pooled between her legs as a ragged moan escaped Cameron's lips. "You don't want to conquer me." Renee whispered. "You want to be conquered."
The sudden, strong thudding of Cameron's heart gave the vampire all the answer she needed. "Are you...frightened yet?"
There was no answer.
Renee loosened her hold on the brunette. "Now, follow me."
A few feet down, the vampire stopped in front of another door. She waited until she could feel the taller woman at her back before opening it. It looked as though the room had been bathed in blood. Red sashes hid a large canopy bed that took up the entire space. Although the room was awash in color, it appeared garish and sterile. Fair brows drew together in consternation, and Cameron opened her mouth intent on asking questions. The questions died on her lips as she watched the club owner lay gracefully on the bed.
Renee crooked a finger, plainly seeing the other woman's nervousness. The vampire raised a brow beckoning her to speak.
"I get the feeling you've done this more times than I can count. Is this all you want from me?"
Renee threw back her head, laughing loudly. "What did you think this was going to be, a love match? That is an illusion. All of it. I've been caught in its spell. It leaves and only pain lingers. Love made me who I am." She rose from the bed moving toward the brunette with majestic purpose. Her eyes turned bright red with anticipation.
Cameron blinked and found herself face to face with the club owner once more. Cameron could not breathe. The air was taken. She was left only with overwhelming awareness. It crackled across her skin like fire.
"Love has no business here," she muttered bitterly. Small yet firm hands wound their way into Cameron's tresses, pulling forcefully until their lips were only a millimeter apart.
"Wait," Cameron husked out between breaths. Blue eyes widened in alarm, and the urge to back away was strong. "I saw that. What is the thing with your eyes?"
Renee smirked. "Are you scared now?"
Cameron shook her head.
"Remember, do not lie to me. You reek of fear, but you're also turned on, extremely turned on. I can smell that too. Don't deny me now. You've fought enough." Renee canted her head to the side. "Don't you think?"
Hypnotized by the words and eyes that seemed to hold her captive, Cameron surrendered.
The second touch of lips was dangerously erotic. Renee moaned as she plundered the mouth above her. Her tongue swiped over the brunette's bottom lip. It was simply a warning as teeth sunk into soft flesh. Cameron gasped in pain and tried to pull away. The blonde held her captive. She groaned, smoothing her tongue over the wound and lapping at the specks of blood. Sucking at the flesh, she opened it further. Coppery sweet liquid dribbled into her mouth, and she shared the bounty with her companion.
Cameron whimpered as white-hot flame licked her body, concentrating between her legs. As if the vampire knew the effect she was having, she increased the contact. With a little hop, she wrapped her legs around the other woman's waist. Cameron muttered in delight and palmed Renee's ass, pulling her into her body with a hard grind.
Cameron ambled slowly backward toward the vicinity of the bed. Their bodies strained against each other. Groaning, Renee tore her mouth away and sank her hands into supple leather. With a minute use of strength, she ripped the jacket as well as the t-shirt underneath, from the blonde's heaving chest. Her mouth scored over hot flesh...nibbling, licking, and sucking every reachable inch.
"Fuck!" Cameron called out as reams of pleasure stole over her. The backs of her thighs bumped against the bed, and she fell against it helplessly, surrendering to the moment. Her back hit the mattress with a small bounce. Once they were settled, Renee sat up, straddling Cameron. Feral in her need, she peered down at rose tipped breasts. Her hands cupped them, kneading them roughly. Powerful hips thrust into her and she met each movement with her own.
Renee brushed her thumbs over pert nipples, growling when the brunette arched into her touch. She bent forward; dragging her wet tongue slowly across one a she teased the other unmercifully. Needing more, she wrapped her hands around both breasts, meshing them together before taking both nipples into the cavern of her mouth. With an agile tongue, Renee swiped them again and again before sucking them to the back of her throat.
Cameron cried out as sharp teeth were added, further overwhelming her senses. She wrapped her hands in the vampire's hair, holding Renee's head against her chest. Sweat dampened her skin, making it glow in the dim light of the bedroom.
Renee let the beast run amuck. She grasped the hands holding her in place, and in a display of strength, held them over the brunette's head against the bed. Understanding the unspoken command, Cameron dug her hands in the cover below, capturing it in her fists.
Renee inched down the woman's body, leaving Goosebumps and fire behind as silky material brushed against equally silky skin. The vampire tore at Cameron's jeans, releasing the zipper with frantic glee. She slid them down incredibly long, tan legs. When they reached the impediment of shoes, Renee tugged hard sending everything across the room.
With glowing red eyes, she stared down at the writhing body before her. A sensual, sinister smile graced her lips as she trailed fingertips up impossibly long legs. Mine to do with as I please. Always mine.
The muscles in Cameron's legs twitched in reaction as electric tendrils of pleasure shot up her spine. Wetness flowed out of her coating her thighs. She parted her legs slightly and gasped when cool air hit her over heated center. She wanted to beg, but it was sheer stubborn will that held her at bay. So, she gritted her teeth and waited to see what was to come.
A few seconds later, Renee yanked Cameron's legs apart, exposing her to hungry eyes. The vampire peered down at the woman's drenched, open sex. She licked her lips in anticipation. Curious fingers slithered lightly over moist folds before peeling lips back and revealing the Cameron's swollen, throbbing center. The smell of Cameron's arousal made Renee drool. Without warning, without pretense, Renee curled her tongue, bypassing the brunette's clit, she plunged inside her, drinking her, savoring her.
Cameron screamed, grinding herself against the vampire's face. Strong hands pushed her legs open further, preparing her as long, knowledgeable fingers slipped in beside the blonde's tongue.
"God!" Cameron's body nearly arched off the bed in an attempt to impale herself on the fingers below. Renee set the rhythm... hard and deep. As her hand slapped against wet skin, Renee's tongue moved upward, thrashing the blonde's clit with inhuman speed. Growing fangs scraped over her tongue. Still, she continued as the need to feed started to boil inside her.
Cameron was mindless. Her hands dug into the covers below, ripping them from the corners of the bed. The pleasure was so thick that it was bordering on pain. She opened herself to it. With each thrust, electricity arced inside her, escaping through her skin. She welcomed the climax washing over her in an alarming rate. Cameron cried out hoarsely as orgasm took over, making her dumb to everything else except the energy coursing through her.
Renee's body hummed in empathy, but it was her other needs that firmly took over. While Cameron's body was still trembling, Renee sank her fangs deep into the inside of the blonde's thigh. A moan greeted her at first, as she slowly lapped at the first real taste. A scream followed as the vampire burrowed in deeper still, ripping into the artery savagely. Cameron thrashed about and pushed on the club owner's head in an attempt to escape.
It was futile.
Renee groaned loudly as climax racked her body, intensifying with each drop of blood splashing into her mouth. A few seconds later, she released her prey and licked her lips, savoring the last few drops. Renee slithered back up the Cameron's body, peering into her face. She smirked at the frozen expression of ecstasy and agony. "Told you that I would change your life," Renee whispered. She reached up and closed unseeing eyes and waited for the short moment of peace that seemed to be more and more fleeting.
There was nothing but the pain.
Renee's insides screamed. The sounds pushed their way out of her mouth. "Damn you Tasha!" In an instant, she was transferred to the past.
Renee nodded at the man buzzing about her like a fly, but for some reason instead of dismissing him outright, she pretended to hang on his every word as he droned on about the past war. "Mmm," she mumbled but her attention was riveted on the scene across the gallery floor.
In one area there was a concentration of beautiful women, and in the middle stood Natasha. Renee listened to every word that floated between them.
"I would love to pose for you Natasha."
"I could make you a household name all over Europe, Natasha."
"Renee is of no importance. With my name attached to you, your art could be all over the world."
"She can not possibly satisfy a woman like you."
Renee could feel the growl in her chest before it snaked out between gritted teeth.
Natasha laughed and to Renee it sounded a little too delightful.
"Ladies, I assure you that I am happy where I am."
The vampire could feel her insides burn with rage, and within a few seconds, brown orbs transformed into a bloody red. The sound of the fly abruptly stopped. Renee canted her head to the side and peered deep into the man's eyes. "That is the smartest thing you've said all night."
Confused, he opened his mouth to speak but jumped backwards, startled.
"Good boy," Her voice was deep with warning. "Now, don't ruin it. Leave now." Without waiting to see if she had been obeyed, Renee walked slowly toward the crowd of women.
"Plotting ways to get her away from me are you ladies?" Her tone was nonchalant but as the artist met her gaze, Natasha knew better.
"Renee, you know I would never?" Her eyes were pleading.
Renee held up a hand stopping the brunette's speech. "I know, love." The blonde hooked her arm into the artists' and patted her bicep reassuringly. Their eyes met again and Natasha cringed. The vampire's gaze was menacing while her voice was soft as silk. "If you'd like, ladies, I could show a couple of you around. I do have an artist or two who could use a little extra help in every area. Their work is stunning. I assure you."
"Thank you, Renee."
"How generous!"
"Do they look anything like Tasha?"
Anger pierced through the gallery owner at the sound of her pet name for the brunette. Still, she hid it well. "Ah, there is only one of her, but I do not think you will be disappointed." Renee pulled away from her lover and pointed at two of the women. "Come with me then. I have some things stored in my office." She paused and smiled winningly at the others. "If the rest of you will excuse me?" Renee did not dare look at the artist. Instead she muttered, "I'll be back soon," and ambled away; ignoring the pain and anger she could feel rolling off the artist in waves.
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Renee closed the office door with a soft snick.
"Renee," one of the women cooed, "Why don't you have some of these paintings displayed?"
The vampire watched as the two women pawed at the collection, but she did not answer, causing them to turn and look at her. Her grin was slow and mesmerizing. Without a doubt, the gallery owner knew that she had their full attention. Her eyes glowed an unearthly red. "You are not really interested in that are you ladies?"
"No."
"No."
"What you really want is me isn't it?"
There was a simultaneous, "Yes."
She crooked a finger at the woman who spoke of bedding the artist. "Come show me."
In a trancelike state, the woman walked toward her and when she was mere inches away, Renee growled as she tangled her hand into the woman's hair, tugging brutally. With a flick of the wrist, the woman's throat was exposed. "You should watch what you say and whom you say it to. She belongs to me," Renee whispered menacingly. There was no reaction, but it was of little consequence. Satisfaction would be had. Without another word, the vampire tore into the flesh before her, garishly ripping the woman's throat, leaving a bloody gaping maw. There were no screams and no cries for help. She laughed as she drank, and with the wave of her hand, the other woman meandered forward as docile as a lamb. Jealousy is an ugly beast, and at that moment, Renee held its hand and danced with it.
As the second bloodless form crumpled to the floor, Renee wiped her dripping mouth on the back of her hand. A modicum of regret pierced her, and she wondered at the vehemence of her emotion. It could have been after all a simple over reaction; a ghastly defense mechanism to hide her own insecurity. She spat on the floor in contempt and wondered how love could turn her into such an animal.
The sound of the door creaking open startled Renee, catching her unaware. She turned, and her eyes widened as the form of her lover filled the doorway. Immediately, Renee covered her face, but as she looked into stricken eyes, the blonde noticed that blood was everywhere. There was no hiding.
"What have you done?" The artist's face held disgust and disbelief.
"I? they were going to-" Renee answered.
"What? Take me away from you?"
"Yes, I-" Renee blinked and tried to gather herself. In a matter of moments, she had done so. "No one speaks of you in that manner. Not while I am around."
"Oh, come off it Renee. The only thing you were worried about was someone stealing me away." Natasha added as she slowly walked toward her lover.
Renee sucked in a surprised breath. "I, um." She paused and then snarled. "How could they speak to you that way when I was practically standing next to you? They made you sound like some common whore. You're the woman I love!"
Natasha grasped the vampire by the shoulders, shaking her from the tantrum. "I am not going anywhere, Renee no matter what they throw at my feet. There is no need for this madness."
"But-"
"No! I see all of this, and I still love you. I still want you. Do you not understand?! I breathe you!" The brunette's chest heaved in reaction.
"But, how-"
"Damn you, Renee, just shut your mouth. Shut your mouth and accept this! Accept me!" Tired of using words, Natasha went into action. After yanking the gallery owner's head back, the artist used her mouth and tongue to trace over the trails of blood that lay splattered on the vampires face.
Unable to deny the eroticism of the moment, Renee moaned loudly
"I accept this and you," Natasha whispered before her mouth found its mark. Twin whimpers filled the room as they lost themselves in each other, forgetting the carnage that lay at their feet.
Days and weeks passed, giving the vampire time to work through her insecurity. Still, it lingered no matter how many times she was kissed, touched, or made love to. Renee fought the feeling tooth and nail giving as much of herself as possible to the artist and speaking about her fears, her jealousy, and ways to alleviate it.
It was to no avail. The weeks turned into months, and as Natasha name became bigger in the art world so did Renee's fears.
Renee smiled as she walked around the new gallery. "Your work has started many people talking. Everyone will want a piece of you now." She whispered wistfully as Natasha came up behind her. Strong arms engulfed her.
"You sound worried. You should know by now that there is no reason to be."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I love you. It's just that simple."
"Is it? Even when beautiful women start throwing themselves and their money at you, in earnest? " Renee turned in her lover's arms. Their eyes met.
"Even then," Natasha muttered softly, patiently
"It worked for me. Why wouldn't it work for someone else?"
Natasha's head snapped back in pain, and the pain began to speak. "That was cruel. I fell in love with you. I didn't use you. Why are you talking like this? I haven't given you any indication that I want someone else."
Renee raised a hand, caressing a soft cheek. "You've been mine all this time, and now I have to share you. I never had anything of my own, a love of my own. It scares me... losing you.
"I know, Renee. You have to know that I'll be here as long as I can be."
"I want you longer."
"We've discussed this. That is not the life I want."
Renee's gaze deepened as her eyes reddened. "I have to be sure."
The brunette's eyes went vacant.
"Tell me you want to be mine always." She pushed her hands through the artist's hair, revealing her neck
"Always..."
Renee opened her mouth wide, exposing her fangs. She groaned as they sank into her lover's flesh.
Renee nodded. "Trash bin outside, and make sure they come right away this time. I don't pay them to lolly gag. I'll be there in a few minutes to watch you dump her. I need to... clean up." She looked down at the dark spots on her shirt.
Charlotte bent her head respectfully, knowing the routine.
Renee walked around the bed, staring at the lifeless body. I gave her everything of me. I let her see who I am. I even gave her the greatest gift? eternity together and this is all I have now.
***
The top of the trash bin closed with a loud twack. Renee canted her head to the side but waited as the others went inside. Now alone, she spoke to the night air. "I know you're there. I can feel you. I always could."
From somewhere in the shadows, a tall striking brunette appeared. Renee gasped and her eyes widened. She moved slowly toward the visitor as if she were an apparition. Reaching out, she touched a cool cheek. The other woman leaned into the caress before jerking away abruptly.
"Beautiful," Renee muttered. "Always so beautiful."
As if she did not hear the compliment, Natasha whispered harshly. "You do this out in the open for me to see. You know I am never far from you." She took a step closer. "You kill me over and over again. Is this what I have made you?"
Renee quirked a brow. "You don't get to be self-righteous. You left me remember? Do you have any idea how much it hurts? This is my only reprieve, and it is only a short one." She waved a hand at the dumpster. "This is what remains of me." She peered down at her self. Renee closed the remaining distance between them. Golden met icy blue. "I made you for me... to love me. Come back and end this madness? my madness."
"After what you've done to me!" Natasha's face morphed. "You made me a monster! I hate you for that! I could never love you again!" She hissed and turned away, hiding the demon.
Renee laughed. It was a laugh of amusement and bitterness. "Be who you are. Embrace it. There is no turning back, and as for love, I can make you feel it again." The blonde sobered and paused as if thinking. "Why do you follow me if you do not feel anything? You left and took the most important thing I have to give... my heart. Does that mean nothing to you?"
Natasha turned around. "So you kill me again and again...why?"
"Because you killed me. The woman you knew is dead."
Natasha's jaw clenched. She looked everywhere except into amber colored eyes. "How long are we going to play... this game?" Her voice was unsteady, broken.
"I have forever."
Confusion and acceptance washed over the artist's face.
Silence surrounded them. There was no muffled music or honking horns. Pleading brown eyes watched the figure step away and disappear into the cover of darkness.
"You'll come back to me... any day now."
Renee stayed a moment longer, letting the slight wind rush over her. She sighed, resigning herself to this fate and walked quietly back into the club.