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Post by Sara on Mar 1, 2010 16:52:36 GMT -5
Naamie finally had given herself a day off from working at the Dastardly Deeds and decided to head over to the Bloody Rose for a few drinks. She didn't allow alcoholic drinks in her geisha styled brothel; it seriously impaired not only those who worked there and those who came to patronize the Dastardly Deeds.
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Post by guoping on Mar 1, 2010 21:55:24 GMT -5
After much protesting on her part and nagging on Hades part Natayla found herself at the Bloody Rose. She normally didn't indulge in alcohol as it impaired her judgment, and she hated taking time off from work but Hades had insisted that she go out and 'get a life'.
That night Natayla chose a pair of tight pin striped jeans and a blood red shirt that showed off her back and a little hint of her cleavage. Her jet black bangs fell across her gold cats eyes and the rest of her long main was left to hang in thick waves down her back, shining purple in the right light. Over all, she looked damn hot and was attracting more lustful stares than usual.
Natayla brushed these looks off, being used to them by now. Her only interest was finding someone young, preferably type O positive, moderately good looking, and if she could swing it, nonhuman, She'd never drink from another vampire, an act which was usually frowned upon unless the two were lovers or the situation was desperate, but a siren, elf, or other being would rock her world right now. Natayla scanned the bar a few times, recognizing a few customers.
"Hey there," she said in a sweet melodic voice to the bartender. "I'll take a bottle of O positive."
The bartender, a human who was about 25 by the looks of him, nodded with a faint blush. He sported an intricate set of tribal tattoos that shifted as his muscles moved to fetch Natayla her drink. He ran a hand threw his spiky brown hair and smiled, in what he hoped was, a charming grin.
"Thanks," Natayla smiled back, her fangs extended. She thought about it for a moment and decided that this bartender was most likely a fang-banger, and would do whatever any vamp told him. She paid for her drink and surveyed the bar again, sipping her blood.
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Post by Sara on Mar 1, 2010 23:36:43 GMT -5
Naamie watched as a new person walked into the Bloody Rose and saw the looks that followed. True, this person, perhaps not quite a woman in age, had a gorgeous body. Naamie could not deny it herself. It was those looks the new person sported and the resulting looks that Naamie looked for in potential women to work in the Dastardly Deeds. Naamie took a sip of her drink, leaning back and crossing her legs at the knee and the arm not holding her drink crossed her body under her breasts. There was something about the woman, now at the bar, that Naamie could not place.
The half Siren, half Vampire then heard the order for O positive. That told Naamie that the one she was watching was Vampire. A glance to the bar keep told Naamie that he hoped, like all the other men in the bar, to have a piece of the woman.
"Not likely," Naamie muttered to herself, her glass at her lips. She took another sip of her drink and kept one eye on the woman and the other on the rest of the Bloody Rose.
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Post by guoping on Mar 2, 2010 16:37:55 GMT -5
Natayla was just about to polish off her drink and leave when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around. For a moment she didn't recognize the tall blond man but then his dark eyes met her's and she remembered who he was. This was one of her vampire customers, one who came weekly to drink from her. He was very attractive, blond with a muscular build, and one of her best customers. Natayla slapped a smile on her face.
"Oh hello Darren," she said. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"I was shocked when I saw you," he grinned back, snaking an arm around her waist. "I thought you didn't like leaving the shop. What made my little halfblood venture out into the big bad world?"
Although Natayla was extremely uncomfortable with Darren's attentions she didn't let it show. He was a valued customer and she had to put up with him. "Just Hades insisting I take a night off. What brings you here?"
"Just a little blood," as Darren said this he leaned Natayla back against the bar counter and kissed her neck.
Natayla abruptly pushed back, managing to almost bring herself back to a standing posture. "Darren, this is highly inappropriate. I value you as a customer so please stop."
"C'mon," he begged. "Just one bite?"
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Post by Sara on Mar 2, 2010 23:07:52 GMT -5
Naamie watched as a tall blond man came up beside the woman she had been watching. Still sitting with her legs crossed, one arm across her body under her breasts, and the other holding her cup held up in the other, Naamie watched as the man attempted to bite into the woman; who pushed him away. Naamie decided to see what she could do to help the woman. Naamie knew her lyre would not work here, so she stood and walked over to the couple.
"Come now. It does appear that she's not interested in you having her blood," Naamie said, allowing her Siren blood to work on the man.
The man's scent reached Naamie, creating an ecstasy reaction that had Naamie fight to keep up right. He was a Vampire alright. But why was he taking blood from another?
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Post by guoping on Mar 3, 2010 16:08:25 GMT -5
Darren smiled at the Siren with fangs extended. It wasn't a show of aggression, he was just very very excited. Her blood began its work on him and he slowly let Natayla go, who nodded her head in a silent thanks.
"I will let her go.. for now," Darren conceded. "But I'll have you know little Natayla here makes most of her money selling her blood. Which is decadent by the way."
At this Natayla blushed, even though the statement was true having it put that way made her feel like she was doing something wrong. Blood letting, as Natayla called it, was her biggest service. Being that she was a half breed her blood had several qualities that were both irresistible and sustaining for vampires. Natayla whispered something to Darren about giving him a discount next time he came in because of this embarrassment. The blond vampire nodded with a smile and turned heel.
"Thank you," Natayla smiled weakly, her blush fading. "he can be rather forceful. He probably would have taken from me if you hadn't intervened."
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Post by Sara on Mar 3, 2010 19:25:31 GMT -5
Naamie raised her upper lip, also barring her extended fangs. She was not afraid to throw the same card right back at the man.
"You're welcome." Naamie took the spot the man had just vacated, leaning slightly on the bar counter. "Why would you sell your blood? It seems that you would need it more. Being half Vampire like myself." Naamie took another sip of her drink as if what she just said was nothing; or if it had little consequence to her.
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Post by guoping on Mar 3, 2010 19:39:07 GMT -5
"Ah.. well," Natayla started, looking down at her bottled blood. "I have an arrangement with my parents that if I can repay them the money I borrowed to start my business I can continue to live on my own. Just selling potions and charms wasn't cutting it so I started a special service. Every night about 3 or 5 vampires come in and drink from me, I charge a lot but they're all more than willing to pay that price. There is the constant worry of letting too much blood, but my store room is stocked full of blood so I can gorge myself if I'm ever in danger. Then during the day there's a few humans, shifters, and a werewolf or two who pay me to drink from them. As you know being bitten by a vampire, even a halfblood, can be even more pleasurable than sex if done right."
Natayla realized she was rambling and stopped talking. She took a long sip from her drink and looked Naamie in the eyes. "Sorry.. um.. You own Dastardly Deeds don't you? We share a few customers."
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Post by Sara on Mar 3, 2010 19:52:25 GMT -5
"I would not know about being bitten; I was born as I am. My father was a Siren, my mother a Vampire." Naamie took a drink when Natayla mentioned her business, making the "mmm" noise one would make while drinking. "I do. Name's Naamie. I think my father named me after what many Humans call a succubi. Or at least one of them. I think there's four of them; just don't ask who the other three are."
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Post by guoping on Mar 3, 2010 20:03:41 GMT -5
Natayla nodded to what Naamie was saying. "I was born as I am as well. My mother is a witch and father a vampire, a very over protective vampire. I know about being bitten because we lived with the coven for quite a while, the leader's son took a liking to me and.. that was the way he showed his... affection."
Natayla spoke of the coven leader's son with obvious distaste. He was the reason they had to leave the coven, which was a difficult task. The leader's son was insistent that Natayla be his bride, but despite constant rejections Natayla's father feared that the leader would give his son what he wanted. At the time Natayla was a young girl.
"My mother named me Natayla, it means dancer, not as prestigious as your name."
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Post by Sara on Mar 3, 2010 21:14:18 GMT -5
Naamie listened as Natayla told of the coven leader's son and his affection.
"I wouldn't say my name's prestigious. It's a name of a woman who came to men in their dreams and had their way. As for my own experience like that, I had given myself to my half-brother. I didn't know it at the time though. I found out the next morning." Naamie swirled her drink. "Though, I think I may have you beat. When I came to the New World, when it was still New, I was captured and made to work in a brothel. Very run down and dirty. That's why I keep the Dastardly Deeds as it is now. Much like the Geisha houses."
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Post by guoping on Mar 3, 2010 21:52:07 GMT -5
Natayla wasn't sure what to say to this new information. It must have been quite the shock for Naamie to learn she had bedded with her half brother, and she must have suffered greatly being forced to work in a brothel. "I admire you for the way you keep Dastardly Deeds, it's a very respectable business." she said with a gentle smile.
Natayla didn't pity Naamie, but she did have sympathy for her. "Perhaps we could help each other out." Natayla proposed. "Not that I think your girls need it, but I can offer various potions and charms to increase their looks, appeal, heck even the scent of their blood, with a fairly substantial discount if I could advertise my... services at your brothel. Curses and Charms needs to expand, but advertising would put me in dept."
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Post by Sara on Mar 4, 2010 0:27:53 GMT -5
"Thank you. It's the only full brothel allowed in the city. The other's attached to the bar in Club Uno." Naamie finished off her drink, setting the glass down on the bar. She smiled at Natayla's offer of potions and charms. "You best be careful, I do have men working for me as well. Let's see, in exchange for using the charms and potions, at the discount with advertising your services, I'm sure we can work out an advertising scheme."
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Post by guoping on Mar 4, 2010 15:49:41 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan," Natayla said with a closed mouth smile. "I'll see which charms and potions would be suitable for your employees use. Of course it does depend on the person, perhaps I could meet with each of them individually?"
Natayla's head buzzed with ideas and recipes for various potions and things she would need to charm a necklace or other piece of jewelry. It had been quite a while since the halfblood had been excited about making 'love' potions. She had been sick of them for the longest time with so many teenage girls coming into her shop begging for a love spell.
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Post by Sara on Mar 4, 2010 22:40:39 GMT -5
"Of course. We can go tonight if you want." Naamie pulled out some money and laid it on the bar, paying for the one drink and straighten. "I've given most of them the night off."
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