The Seducing Dark (Completed)

[Gav Mortis]

During Razielle's absence, Gav had allowed himself to become better acquainted with the other two men who were now laughing at their friend who appeared to have passed out from alcohol consumtion. The Sith joined in the laughter, then shared a false tale of embarrassing drinking exploits which struck up a new topic of discussion. Quickly gaining their friendship, Gav introduced his female friend, Shadana, who was writhing against one of the pilars on the dancefloor periphery.

"Now my friend," Gav said, taking one of the men aside with a hand wrapped around his arm, then gave him a quizzical look. "You did say your name was Zall, right? Short for Zaltron?"

The man nodded, his eyes reluctant to avert their gaze from Shadana and her enticing dance. Gav grinned knowingly and placed his hand on Zalls bare back, urging him in closer so that he could speak quietly into his ear. The man lurched a little, losing his balance and almost fell over before Gav secured his other hand on his waist keeping him upright, now against another pilar on the edge of the dancefloor.

"Take it easy there, pal." Gav laughed, a hand massaged the back of Zalls neck comfortingly and his hazy eyes rolled around in his head thanks to the drug he had taken earlier. Again, Gav leaned in.

"My friend is quite the temptress, isn't she? She is very skilled and I'm sure she'll more than accomodate for the needs of both you and your buddy before the night is over. Just give her time to work her magic on him and then it will be your turn."

[Razielle Shadana]

Locking her hands behind the pillar, Razielle leaned very far forward giving her gawking little audience a better view. Locking her eyes on Gav's, only for a second before moving to the next course, she smiled and licked her lips expectantly. He seemed to be handling the drug induced fellow well. Actually it appeared he was holding him up for the most part, at this point.

Eye's snapping back to the final member of the trio, she let go of the pillar and tumbled forward into his arms. Lucky for her, even luckier for him, he caught her and lifted her up into his arms with a hand at the small of her back and one below her knees. Looping her arms around his neck she whispered to him. "Nice catch..."

Spinning her around once, he began to head off with her in the opposite direction of Gav. Intrigued she tilted her head to peer at him. "Abduction..?"

Plopping down into a couch with Razielle in his arms, he nodded back towards his friend and Gav. "Not really. I just wanted away from your friend. Can't have you thinkin' of him while you're entertaining me." He grabbed her by the back of the neck and crushed his mouth against her own without much warning. Disgusted she shoved away from him and turned her head. He may not be on drugs but he reeked of alcohol.

Her would be food didn't appreciate her cold rebuffal and slapped her. "What?!? You gonna dance like that then tell me NO???" Rage went through her just then. No damn cretin in a bar was going to demand her attention, especially not one of his ilk. However infuriated she was she downcast her eyes to hide it.

"Sorry, love.." Leaning into him, she felt his anger drain away. He inhaled at the side of her neck as she leaned ever closer. Reaching up she turned his face and noxious breath away as she nuzzled his neck. "Damn, woman! You smell pretty..." Rolling her eyes at the weak compliment she sank her fangs into his neck and drank.

With a roar of fury he grabbed her once more by the neck, this time he threw her off him and onto the floor. "Damn whore bit me!" Way passed pissed off now, Razielle slid her jewled pin out of her hair, its stem as sharp as any dagger and plunged it into the front of his throat - if only to shut him up for good. Retrieving her weapon and shoving the scum back onto the couch, Razielle spun around to glare at the patrons who were backing up. Bouncers were being told of the murder and beginning to shuffle forward to apprehend her.

Vaulting over the couch and back to Gav she wondered how he had fared with his evenings entertainment. When she arrived at his side she had the grace to muttered a manner of apology. "Botched that one. He wasn't as weak as I thought. Shall we...?" The music never stopped. The lights never ceased their flashing and Razielle's smiled was very bloodstained.

[Gav Mortis]

"Tell me, Zall, tell me about yourself." Gav said with intrigue, the corner of his mouth curled up into a half grin as he looked on at the young man who was clealy bewildered by the Siths interest in him. Gav laughed and patted him on the shoulder once more. "Come, come, my friend, it's not like I asked for your hand in marriage. I would like to know more about you for her--"

"Well, alright. Only if it's for her though." Replied Zall, nodding in Razielle's direction, Gav nodded with understanding. "I mean, she's so frelling hot - wouldn't you just want to get up in there and hit that?"

"Yes, repeatedly." Gav said coolly but the distaste was etched into his face and he sneered at the drugged young man. Then smiling sweetly, he allowed his hand to gently run down the centre of Zalls bare chest and shocked, he quickly stepped back but Gav was upon him. A quick shove and Zall was sent falling into a booth where Gav quickly leapt on top of him.

"That wasn't the wisest of decisions now, was it, Zall?" Gav grinned, sat casuallly on the mans stomach, leaning forward and holding down the youngsters struggling hands with unnatural strength. He laughed, clearly entertained, then slowly leaned forward and traced the tip of his tongue across Zalls cheek.

"Argh! What the frell do you want with me?" He cried out in disgust, still struggling to free himself while Gav, still leaning forward, ran his tongue to his ear and whispered.

"Let me tell you of our little secret, my friend. We are the predators and you are our prey and we want nothing more--" Gav jerked suddenly and one of his hands wrapped itself around Zalls throat and squeezed so that he couldn't cry for help. He now looked down at his prey with a firey glow in his wide, manic eyes. "--than to see your insides!"

Then Gav lurched forward and sunk his teeth into the mans face, he writhed and choked under the Sith, desperately attempting to cry for help. At the same time, there came a screaming from across the club where Razielle could be found, clearly she had also made her move. Gav bit again and again and again until Zalls face was a shadow of its former self, now a mutilated, bloody mask of flesh.

"Goodnight sweet prince." Gav gasped, pulling himself away from Zall. He spat a mouthful of blod in his face then with a hefty wrench against his head, his neck buckled and cracked and Zall went limp beneath him. Gav stood and turned to meet Razielle, he laughed, they looked as bad as each other.

"Shall we?" She asked.

"Lets." He answered, then gave her a curt bow and took her hand as any gentleman would do. "But first--"

He turned them around so that they faced on the oncoming crowd and beamed with sadistic excitement. It was time for a massacre.

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle could get quite used to the company of this particular Sith Master. Gav was nothing short of charming and there was something to be said about his mouth covered in blood. The man would make a splendid Vampyre.. With a flourish, she produced a lacy handkerchief from within her bodice. It was mildly scented with her perfumed oil, but she didn't suppose he would overly mind. With great care, she gently dabbed at the trickle of fresh blood on his lips as he bowed over her hand. It was more like being at Court again then ensconced in the slummy club.

"But first--" He was right. Her admiration would have to wait, they had many partners awaiting a dance with the Fiendish Lord and Lady. With a charming smile, Razielle ran her thumb along Gav's hand that was holding her own. "Yes, of course.. our public awaits."

Slipping her hand free of his, Razielle stepped forward right into the middle of the first two brainless brutes. They went down quickly as a warning to all who watched that although she may appear a delicate graceful female... She was also a viscious killer. As the two men closed in on her her vampyric claws extended from her fingertips and plunged into both of their throats simultaneously. Curling her fingers upward, she ripped their necks apart and moved on with a melodic little laugh.

[Gav Mortis]

"Expertly done, my dear." Gav complemented Razielles grusome killings with a polite applause before allowing the dinner knife from the meal earlier to drop from his sleeve and into his hand. In a heartbeat, it was driven straight through the windpipe of the nearest man; he spluttered and gargled as he stumbled backwards then fell silent as he crashed down onto the floor.

"Who's next? Ladies?" He addressed two young, scantily clad women; they were already backing away but it was too late for one who saw a champagne flute soar across the room towards her, it broke against a pilar in transit and in losing its base now had a very sharp, protruding glass stem. The broken glass skimmed across her stomach and instantaneously her intestines began to litter the already bloody floor.

"And not so fast, missy." Gav cried out as the second lady ran in terror; but it was too late for her also; a chill filled the room and icy breath escaped the Sith's lips: "The festivities have only just begun."

In that moment it seemed like a vortex had opened where the lady was running and all the cold air was sucked into the one location in the room; the floor was smooth with ice now and the woman slipped on it and cried out in fright. Then to her utmost dismay, the leg on which her weight rested turned pale, then blue and hard. She screamed out in agony as her frozen leg shattered from the knee down and she fell to the floor, rolling in pain. Gav looked across to his mouth-watering accomplice and smiled.

"Your move."

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle looked on with amazement matched with lust. Lust for the power that so easily was unleashed. The silly woman flailed a bit before sliding and ultimately going down on the ice. As it snaked up her leg, an icy claw chilling the limb brittle, the Vampyre was willing to do whatever was necessary to learn the arts. However for her audience macabre, she merely laughed. "You must teach me that one, Gav.."

As the Angel of Death, Razielle moved to finish the art that Gav had started on the woman. The heels of her boots crunched through the ice as she neared. The woman remained writhing in pain on the floor. Vainly clawing at the pieces of her shattered limb as if she could gather them all, they would again be made whole. With a laugh Razielle grabbed the woman by her hair and yanked her head back cruelly. But tempering the fierceness of her hold, her other hand stroked down the woman's tear streaked and contorted face. Melodically Razielle sang:

"Hush little baby....
don't make a sound....
Soon you'll lay...
in the cold hard ground.."

Less than a second past, but the soft lines of Razielle face changed into a snarl as her fangs sank into the throat of the woman ripping into her jugular. With a moan of pleasure, the vampyre dropped the useless corpse to the floor and made a dainty wipe at her mouth, then spun around to see who was next on the menu.

[Gav Mortis]

Razielle turned to find that Gav had already gone about taking apart a young couple with military efficiency; a dagger had been driven into the woman's chest and her partner ran to save her except when his eyes met those of his would be killer the young man screamed out and spontaneously combusted. The smell of charred flesh filled the air as the burning body writhed desperately on the floor, Gav snarled at the dying woman in his arms then released her to join her dying lover.

"I grow tired of entertaining these cretins, my dear. Feast on what you will then join me outside."

Abruptly, Gav strided out of the nightclub and waited to be joined by Razielle who, judging my the last fleeting cries, was satisfying her insatiable hunger some more down below. Pleased that the night had been so productive, he clasped his hands behind his back and patiently waited, listening to the sound of approaching sirens.

[Razielle Shadana]

The few remaining patrons fell quickly. Most had fled at the first sign that Razielle and Gav weren't about to be apprehended by the club's would be security. Gav was right, they were cretins. They didn't even put up much of a struggle, just lay there screaming as death came to them.

Razielle did leave one alive though. One sole survivor to leave as a testimony of their presence. Standing before the quivering young man, she sank down to straddle his lap, his breath came in short, rapid bursts of hyperventilation. "Dear boy, I do believe you've soiled yourself. You'll never attract a girl that way. Of course.. you probably never will at all when I'm done.."

Taking his face in her hands to hold his babyish cheeks steady, Razielle lowered her mouth and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. Retreating, only for a minute to smile coldly, she kissed him again, this time parting his lips with her tongue and kissing him deeply coaxing a response. The moment she felt his tongue brush her own, she acted.

A tortured cry split the night air outside the club.

Razielle spit the boy's severed tongue across the room and wiped his blood from her face onto her sleeve. She nodded to the sound of the approaching sirens. "Tell them... in whatever means you can. Tell them of our strength, take it as a warning.' He nodded through his tears, holding his hands over his mouth that was gushing blood.

Dismissing him as unimportant, Razielle left the building to join Gav outside.

[Gav Mortis]

When Razielle emerged at the top of the staircase leading from the nightclub depths, Gav was busy tying his wavy hair back and inspecting his reflection in the window of a liquor store. He straightened his shirt collar and idly brushed the sleeves of his jacket until he tilted his head back and frowned. His fingers came to his neck and ran along the length of a long, thin scar stretching across his exposed neck.

"This scar," He began, finally acknowledging the appearance of his sultry partner in crime. "I've had this scar since I was ten years old; I wish it wasn't so noticeable; and at the time there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. It reminds me of how defenseless I was and it reminds me of the universal constant that the strong will always prey upon the weak; and so shall we."

A careless shrug and Gav joined Razielle, taking her arm in his, they strolled away from the crimescene at a comfortable pace, the red light and screeching of approaching police vehicles on their backs. By the time the city watch begin a search for the pair responsible for the massacre at The Virgin Ego both he and the vampire mistress will be gone.

"There was a time, a few years ago, when I would've felt an inkling of remorse for my actions but not anymore; now I see what we do as nothing more than perpetuating a never-ending circle of senseless violence and cruelty. We are the monsters, Razielle, that is our purpose and one can either resist the inevitable or embrace that which he really is; and I am a killer, my dear. And so are you. A very beautiful killer."

[Razielle Shadana]

If the scar troubled him so much, it could be repaired. Razielle's eye's rested upon the imperfection. However, she rather thought it gave him a dangerous flair, that and it was a psychological reminder for him of who he was. It shouldn't be tampered with, not without good reasons.

Her eyes's moved from the scar to the soft pulse of a deliciously blue vein.. Even though she had just fed and fed rather well, it was a temptation. His blood would be decidedly stronger than the slime of humanity she had just fed on. But she didn't bother to delude herself, one slip and Gav could and more importantly would kill her. That, was the very reason it was such an exciting thought to ponder. Sighing she smiled. Ahh, perhaps someday...

Walking with her arm, chivalrously tucked into his own, Razielle beamed at the praise. She was quite adept at killing and any qualms she had about doing so had died years ago, the day Saurron had taken her life and she had been reborn to this one. "Thank you, Gav. I am sure my talents shall blossom under your tutelage."

She wasn't quite sure where they were heading now, Iziz and Onderon were still a tad unfamiliar to her. She was sure whatever the Sith Master had in store for her now though, would prove most entertaining indeed.