Scream for my ice cream.

[Caine Westley Mckee]

show me what's your fantasies...[/SIZE][/I]

WRITTEN IN FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE WORDS, TO DAHVIE, WHILE SINGING SCREAM FOR MY ICECREAM!

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The night was young and Caine was bored with sitting in his apartment, the décor stinging his eyes as the candle light danced on the accent wall. He had been sitting on the couch all night, still wondering if he had made the right choice to take Gwen to his home. She was scared of him, he knew this, and still the hansome young vampire kidnapped the angel, unsure of what was to happen to her. He hadn’t fed in two nights so he needed to go out. Not feeding was strange and he didn’t want not to be forced to take anymore of the angel’s blood because of the craving. Seeing no change in the state of the glass room where the angel slept Caine thought that it was best to go off to work. He left his room and hurriedly descended the steps where he went to the front door to see his car already waiting. He got into the back seat and ordered the driver to the devil’s martini, one of his many investments. Lately he’s been letting his girls run the club but he thought it was high time to drop in on them and see how things are going.

They pulled in front of the club and he got out tell his chauffeur he would call him when the time came to leave. The old human nodded and in an instant he was on his way back to the apartment complex waiting for his call. Caine walked into the club pleased to see that there was no blood on the walls and that it was poetry night. He longed to read some of his writings, he was after all a writer first and the owner of the devil’s martini second. He was not a proud business man; he was just good at it. While walking further into the establishment his employees nodded at him as he passed and he did the same in return. The club was packed as always, it pleased him that the races could find harmony in a single place. Music blared on, trance, setting the sensual mood that the vampire craved.

There was a crowd grouped around the stage where there was the readings going on. why didn’t anyone tell me that there was a reading tonight, I'm going to have to speak with the girls about thing, maybe they need a break, but they will have to wait he thought until he heard the faint snaps as the reader finished, Caine was next to step up to the plate. Looking out into the crowd the vampire cleared his thought and changed his eye colour to a strange sapphire tone. ”Many of you know me, many of you do not, my name is McKee. You are all here because of me, now listen.

Her neck throbbing softly in time to her heartbeat, So soft and unblemished, a peach tinted white. He cradled her head and leant over her body, And kissed with lips open - jaws closing to bite. The heat hits his mouth as the blood trickles slowly, The taste is addictive, so rich and so warm. Unconscious, she's feeling a rush in her body, Excited, she calls out to him "Oh yes! More!

welcome friends to the devil’s martini, and have a beautiful drunk morning he laughed in a provocative tone. The poem had only fuelled his hunger again, pushing him to go to the bar and order a bottle of synthetic cow’s blood. A substitute in a time of need.

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[dahvie vanity.]

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH

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GOT YOUR LOVEY-DOVEY SAD AND LONELY[/center]

The youth looked around carefully as he stepped off the plane, holding back small tears of despair. Dahvie could hardly believe that his parents had actually sent him away. He didn’t even have money to get a house or rent a room. The only thing he’d brought was a small bag filled with clothes, make up and hairspray. With naturally straight hair it didn’t take much to get it the way he wanted. He wrapped his arms around himself as he walked through the airport, decidedly ignoring the locals that worked there. He just grabbed his bag and walked out as fast as he could.

Eyes searching the streets as he walked, Dahvie cringed when he spotted people watching him, and not in an ‘who’s-that-he-looks-interesting’ kind of way. Dahvie shivered, but refused to give up the opportunity to look around his new home. He was already trying to think of different ways to make some money and survive in this place. He was a songwriter, a singer, and a whore who completely depended on others. How was he going to survive on his own? He muttered a couple of nasty words darkly under his breath, hoping the words carried to who had caused his current situation – Garrett. He crossed his arms as his eyes flashed with anger. He tried to control himself and continue to look around, accidentally bumping into someone.

”Sorry” He said, though he kept walking. Dahvie didn’t even bother to look up, just trying to get away from all the people that were staring at him. ’What? Have they never seen someone new before?’ He thought to himself angry, feeling the need to yell at them that they were burning holes. As he walked, Dahvie read the names of the stores and realized that he was probably in the part of the city that held the nightclubs. He took one last look out on the streets and growled when he saw people still staring at him. He felt the power within him radiate, but he quickly disappeared into a club called The Devil’s Martini before he could do something to make the idiots stop staring.

His anger vanished when he noticed someone at the front of the club, reciting a poem. Dahvie raised an eyebrow slightly and was about to clap reluctantly until he noticed that everyone was snapping. Not having that ability, Dahvie kept his hands silent as he searched for an empty table. ”That was the owner” A sudden voice in his ear made Dahvie jump slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and glared at the person that had startled him. Surprise registered in the teens eyes when he realized that the guy’s eyes seemed to be on fire with want. Not just that, they weren’t even staring at him, but at his neck. ”Cool. Excuse me” Dahvie said nonchalantly and backed away from the guy warily. The guy seemed to follow him to the bar effortlessly, passing through the crowd as if it wasn’t even there. Dahvie shivered uncomfortably, gasping at the hand that suddenly seemed to appear on his chest and pull him towards the guy. ”What the hell? Let go of me” Dahvie said angrily, attempting to push the guy away but he wouldn’t budge. Instead he only seemed to inch closer, his mouth parting slightly.

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DEAREST -- CAINE
COUNTING -- 555
STYLE -- CLICK IT.
QUOTING -- THE NEW SHIT, MARILYN MANSON
CREDITS -- ME

[Caine Westley Mckee]

show me what's your fantasies...[/SIZE][/I]

WRITTEN IN FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO WORDS, TO DAHVIE, WHILE SINGING SCREAM FOR MY ICECREAM!

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Watching the club’s entertainment start to unfold he grinned when the sensual beating of trance began. It was his idea for the club to be filled with the rhythm, and drums of the music blaring from the speakers on the stage. The club was nothing out the ordinary, the dance floor in the middle, tables lining the walls, and the stage on one side where a band would play. Upstairs there were several rooms that were off limits to normal customers. One room for VIP, and the others for sexual fantasy clients. Vampires were the only ones allowed up in those rooms and the vampire Caine didn’t want anyone else to even know about those secretive rooms. Caine sipped his blood and listened into conversations to make sure everyone was behaving and keeping the peace. He listened, everything was fine, people having fun, drinking, flirting and then he came to it. There was a certain anger that flooded the vampire, there was no way in hell that there would be draining in his bar. He dropped his drink, hating that he didn’t get to finish it, and flitting through the forms to the beings about to attack the human in the club. Caine was weary that there was a human in his club at all, but the club was open to everyone, and with integrated populations there would eventually be drama.

He got to the problem at hand and looked at the mortal and vampire a stern look on his face, the vampire was a routine customer and never created any problems but the older vampire could not have draining or prostitution in his club, that just wouldn’t be aloud. “Devin, what’s the problem here? You know the rules in my house.” Caine scolded while taking the vampire’s hand of the mortal. It wasn’t uncommon that vampires felt a lack of control with their thirst, but Caine had to have order in his place. Feeling the need to interact with the mortal, calm him down and maybe make him think about the situation at hand, putting him at ease. “My name is Caine, the owner of this establishment. Let me get you a drink to apologise for this worthless piece of shit. ” Caine laughed at insulting the vampire. He wasn’t going to take no so he quickly ordered the boy a kinky orgasm. This was his favourite choice in drink. A mix of all coffee liquor, and a sexy name to boot. The drink was to be put on Devin’s tab as punishment, and while he made that clear Caine sent the vampire an evil grin.

Grabbing a table Caine led the boy to the secluded table and asked him to sit. It was more like an order and the vampire pulled out a chair even for the human to sit in. As the boy sat in the chair Caine caught a scent of the boy’s blood. “Fuck, he does smell nice. Devin has good taste, mine now’ he thought, almost laughing at the upset vampire. “So, what brings you to Figaro?” he asked trying to find conversation within the club with the young boy across from him.

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[dahvie vanity.]

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH

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GOT YOUR LOVEY-DOVEY SAD AND LONELY[/center]

Dahvie continued to push uselessly against the vampire’s chest, fear rising in him when he noticed the sharp looking teeth coming closer to his neck. He felt soft kisses against his skin, but that didn’t make him feel any better at all. He growled and was just about to curse the guys ass when the owner of the club came up to them, seeming angry. Dahvie automatically paused in his futile attempts to push the guy off of him and stared at the owner in a little bit of awe. He radiated such power it made Dahvie shiver. He felt relief fill him when the guy named Devin was pushed away from him, but he tensed all over again as the owner introduced himself, seeming to want to be friendly, but after the Devin experience he was not so sure he wanted to stay. However, he wasn’t exactly given a choice, so Dahvie did the stupid thing and followed Caine to a table.

He nervously sat down in the chair that Caine pulled out for him and took a huge gulp from the drink that he was given. It had an interesting name, and it tasted so good Dahvie half closed his eyes. He refocused his attention on Caine as he spoke, and licked his lips free of the alcohol before he answered. ”I was sent here” Dahvie replied quietly, his fingers sliding around the rim of his glass absently. ”I’m a witch, so they decided to send me here” He gave the simple version of the story, not really wanting to share his bad choices with a strange guy he’d just met. ”I’ve only just arrived” He lifted his bag off of his shoulder and placed it on the floor by his chair.

Looking around the club, he noticed that not many were paying attention to the poet on stage, reciting something colours, but instead most eyes were on him and Caine. Dahvie shifted uncomfortably and gave them all an icy glare that made many of them turn around and look away. He quickly finished off his drink and used a spell to refill the glass without either of them having to do anything. He took a large gulp from his newly filled glass, swallowing loudly. Dahvie needed to get out of this club, and he knew that, but as the booze started to affect his system it also started to cloud his judgment. All he really wanted was more of the drink called Kinky Orgasm, and he looked at his cup as if weighing his choices heavily. He could get smashed and possibly killed by one of the freaks staring at him, or he could leave right now.

”I think I should go” For once, Dahvie heard himself doing the right thing. He picked his bag up and slung it over his shoulder. ”I need to find a place to stay before night falls” He took what cash he had out of his pocket and threw it on the table. ”Keep the change” He gave Caine a weak smile and ignored everyone else as they watched him walk towards the door to leave.

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DEAREST -- CAINE
COUNTING -- 525
STYLE -- CLICK IT.
QUOTING -- THE NEW SHIT, MARILYN MANSON
CREDITS -- ME

[Caine Westley Mckee]

show me what's your fantasies...[/SIZE][/I]

WRITTEN IN FIVE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX WORDS, TO DAHVIE, WHILE SINGING SCREAM FOR MY ICECREAM!

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Sent here? Could it be true that people could be sent here from any outside source? Everyone that he had been introduced to gave him the same sad story ‘I just woke up here with some money and clothing.’ Caine tried to comprehend that it was a fact that the boy before him arrived and still knew the reason and the how for which he came here. The thought to some time to process for it bothered the vampire that he himself was stolen to this place. He was gone in the sand, there one moment and wandering around with only the money in his pocket and clothes on his back. The club would come soon after cash was wired to him from his mortal accounts across countries, but he still had no knowledge of to what had dragged him to this place. “Only just arrived well then my new friend that makes for this meeting to be all the more grand. Please, you make everyone jealous with your powers, at this moment everyone in this facility is staring at you. It leaves one to wonder why they all find you so interesting.” he said watching his powers as the drink filled it’s self. There was no need to look at the stage of the club he could smell the longing from everyone in the club. Other humans forgotten and no one was drinking or dancing, it was as if the world stopped just to enjoy looking at the young witch.

After seeing that Dahvie was weighing his choices, becoming fearful of the environment and the people around him the vampire started to fear that he was going to make a break for it. There was no safer place than with a vampire of his compassion and power, and therefore Caine would try everything in his power to stop the boy from leaving foolishly and end up getting killed beyond the walls of the club. Caine was already keeping an angel in his care, and that meant for the safety of her and himself that the situation with the witch would have to be handled carefully.

“Wait now, don’t go.” the vampire said weakly smiling as the boy fumbled around for payment. There was no need to pay for the drinks, they were on the house. Caine just shook his head; the boy was young, scared, just like him in the beginning. As the boy got up to leave Caine’s motions followed immediately. Soon Dahvie was walking away, towards the door and through the crowd of hungry mouths. Unlike most, Caine was strong in abilities but lacked in the ability to read people’s thoughts so he had no idea to as what the other members were thinking up in their heads. As the boy got closer and closer, Caine flitted through the sea of people and again grabbed a hold of the boy. “Wait; Dahvie I need to talk to you. It will only be for a moment, but I give you my word that it will be worth your while. Come on” he said trying to persuade the witch into staying inside the club. It didn’t help much that the stench of young innocent blood filling the room made everyone on edge.

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[dahvie vanity.]

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH

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Dahvie scoffed. ”They find me interesting because I am new and they are most likely drunk, and want the new boy as a nice fuck” He said casually and took another sip of his drink. Clearly he was used to this being the reason why people stared at him, not for the powerful aura that he emitted. No one back home had known about his powers except for his parents and his close friends until they had turned on him and sent him here. He felt tears start to fill his eyes at the memories of their faces before he’d left; they’d all held looks of disgust, and because he couldn’t change who he was, they’d had to send him away.

As Dahvie looked around again, he knew that he had to leave. He didn’t really feel like being raped on his first night in this strange town, though he didn’t really feel like getting raped at all. Suddenly realizing that his eyes had been drawn to Devin while he thought about being raped, he glared at the man and quickly turned away. Devin only smirked as if he knew exactly what Dahvie was thinking, and licked his lips appreciatively. He could make Dahvie’s worst nightmare come true and take complete pleasure in it. Besides, he’d never had sex with a witch before, nor had he had the blood of one. But the smell was so heavenly, he wanted to try it. And he was going to, with Caine there or not.

Dahvie got up, picked up his bag and headed towards the door, despite Caine telling him not to go. Why shouldn’t he leave? He still had rights after all, and in that, he still had every right to leave the club. He paid for his drinks, even though he didn’t finish the second one and started for the door. He did pause though and turned again to look at Devin, who was still smirking at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Dahvie shuddered, sensing danger even though he thought that leaving was the right thing to do. He sighed and placed his hand on the knob to make his way out, but was stopped by the club owner. He turned to face Caine, still uncertain about him. He looked at him differently than the others, but he still didn’t trust this man.

”Alright, fine” He said softly, giving in to Caine and letting him lead him away from the crowd of people staring at them. He sighed and looked down at his feet, wondering what the club owner could want. He was new after all, and he had absolutely nothing to offer except for sex, and he was fairly certain that Caine could get that at any moment from everyone without having to resort to him. ”Look, I’m not sure what you want” Dahvie said impatiently. ”But I really need to find a place to stay the night, so can we hurry this up?” He shrugged. ”I don’t mean to sound bitchy, but it’s a need at the moment, and I’ve got to hurry before it gets too dark and cold”

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DEAREST -- CAINE
COUNTING -- 524
STYLE -- CLICK IT.
QUOTING -- THE NEW SHIT, MARILYN MANSON
CREDITS -- ME