For a few moments, Niki continued, then pulled Emilia by hair and pushed against the desks ! The older woman gasped as large thick rubber pushed against her sex, sliding in, stretching her... Then, she started thrusting her hips, the shock of insertion and pounding struck her mind like a hammer and kept Emilia in state of shock.
“What you call subtle, I call cautious,” I reply, annoyed by his old-man attitude. I am weaker than most of our kind, and there are those responsible for me who also suffer. I am not careful with my words.” I walk over to the elder and try to project confidence. “Perhaps you could help me overcome these shortcomings?”
He smiled. "Well-" He snapped to the side as both of you heard a sound. Chloe noticed that a radio suddenly came to life and started playing a song. A frown slowly crept on her lips. How did it come to life? And whose it was - there were only two of them here. ! She turned around as she felt a breeze of wind and a sound. She noticed Becket's eyes flashing in the darkness for a moment, as he looked around -his form tense, ready to pounce... Chloe could feel the raw power of his blood... Then she noticed a movent in the shadow. Something fell with a thud and started moving in their direction. It took her a moment to realise, that it was a head, leaving a red bloody trace behind - the head stopped in front of them, a face twisted in fear, mouth opened, the fangs- -and then it was gone, burning to dust, leaving but a skull behind. "A big bad wolf and a chick over the pale moon, admiring Digger's last breath~" A female voice sounded behind the two, making both of them freeze. But a moment ago, there was no one there - just a river. "That's all too familiar play one might say~" The two turned around to see a woman sitting on the railing, completely relaxed, looking at them with amusement. She seemed to be completely unbothered by the blood splatters on her white shirt. "Hmmm~ Mirror, mirror, on the wall... whose' the blond on the floor?" She spoke as she looked at Chloe, leaning forward, putting her chin on her open palm, a fanged smile spreading over her face.
"H-Hngh!" Emilia cries out as she feels the fake phallus enter her, her moans rising with her need, echoing through the office.
I step back. Ready to flee. I can feel my flight instinct kicking into overdrive. “Big bad wolf? What are your thoughts? Talking about? And why kill random kindred? I’m not well-versed in our laws yet, but I can’t believe that is looked on favorably.”
Niki chuckled. The woman gently moved her hand over Emilia's large breast, before squeezing it, her nails digging deep into the flesh. Then, she thrust again, and again. Niki hand moved to her boss's head and grabbed a handful of hair, before she started lively pounding her boss. Slap! A hand landed on her ass, leaving a stinging feeling.
The woman chuckled as she looked at Chloe. "Questions! Assumptions! Politics~ Oh, the lovely spring of youth, so summer touched!" She chuckled. "It would hardly matter to her..." Becket whispered to Chloe. "What are you doing here?" He asked the stranger, his stance guarded. The woman stood up, standing on ceiling, effortlessly keeping balance on the round bar. "It's iron! Iron-~ nyyyaaaa~?" She chuckled spreading her arms, balancing. "Same old, same old~ Elders, conspiracies, lies and blood~ Two brothers after a blond. Mortals, kindred, dead and alive~ Explosions! See the old, alive~" She recited as she slowly walked the bar, then suddenly turned to Beckett, her tone sharper, her face innocent, yet there was some fire in her next statement. "Will you point me to falling tower again? Will you see me burn again?" Becket, tensed more, but did not step back. "I... Did warn you." He spoke, his tone calm. "So did the thin blooded seer and dark driver. Now we are dancing same dance again, will you deceive me again?" She asked with a hurt face. "I never lied to you." "Ha! No by omission!?" She asked, a chuckle escaping her. "Stop, you are scaring our neonate companion." Becket interrupted the woman, pointing at Chloe. The stranger turned to look at Chloe and smiled toothly, showing of her fangs.
She’s mad, I think. What she says doesn’t make sense—all her allusions and inside banter. However, Becket seems to get her. The comment about the two brothers after a blonde hits a little too close to home, though. “I don’t see what this has to do with me. If it would not be too rude, I’d like to excuse myself from your personal squabble.”
The woman chuckled at Chloe's words. "Oh, afraid little duckling~" The brunette stated as she jumped down, and leaning forward looking at her. "My, my, what do my eyes spy~ don't be shy, don't delay, you are safe within our sway~" She chuckled. "Try a song, try a bath, it will ease, what squeezed you~" She moved past the duo. "Professor~" She tipped her head. "See you at the ball, don't forget your mask~" And with that, she disappeared into the darkness. Only after moment, Chloe realised that the radio suddenly turned of.
“Who the fuck was that?” I ask Becket after the strange woman leaves. “She seemed like she was raving mad!”
Becket looks in the shadows after a woman. "She is of Malkavian clan." He slowly explains. "They are known for madness. In past they were seers and philosophers... They possess an uncanny ability to gather intelligence." He licked his lips. "Usually, their madness is more subtle, and it's hard to tell when you meet one of them."
“She’s definitely short a few screws,” I say, taking in this new revelation. Is this how babes feel when they experience things for the first time? “Anyway, what about this ball, and why did she call you big bad wolf and professor?”
"Don't let her behaviour deceive you. She is one of most dangerous Caintes I know. In matter of weeks since her embrace she has done things many of older generations would find difficult." He sighted. "I meet her a couple of nights after her embrace. She should have been week - yet there she was, slaying entire horde of Sabbath Vampires and blowing up a warehouse - on orders of Prince. Attracted by explosion, I approached her, at the time in form of wolf - thus, she called be wolf boy." He explained. "As for the professor - well, I am a scholar of Vampire lore. That was why I was in Los Angeles at the time. My studies made us cross our paths a couple of times." He said as he turned to look at the river.
“What is this about a ball? Some kind of macabre prom?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Social events were always one of my fortes, and that is why so many older businesses paid so well for my company.
"Looking forward to it?" A small smile for a moment graced his lips - a moment so short that she could almost doubt her eyes. "The elders of Canite communities often organise parties, be it balls, concerts, dinners or similar events. Usually it plays the events of courts, where the Kindred can interact and make various deals, gather information and such." He explained, pushing his glasses up. "This city has a Toreador Camarilla Prince, Hannah Buszek, so I suspect she would be the most likely person to organise the ball."
“I should ask my sire,” I say, the ache in my voice for a return to normalcy evident. “Thank you, Becket. Unfortunately, the dawn draws near.” I take out my phone to dial Carla.
"Be careful. The Malkavian's words might have many meanings - those of opportunity as well as of threat." Becket said as he slowly made his way to the ashes of someone. He sniffed a few times before shaking his head. "The ball will probably be something that will create waves. It might be wise, to avoid altogether." He shook his head. "I certainly don't plan on being there, if I can help it - that's just not my preferred environment." As Chloe spoke of dawn, Becket nodded his head. "Of course." As she called, Clara picked up the phone. "Yes?" Clara's calm, cool voice came from the other side.
"I will be there in ten." Was a short reply, before signal went dead. As she put down the phone, she realized that Becket was still there, looking at the other side of the river. There was a comfortable silence between them.
I walk over and stand beside Becket. “What’s bothering you? And don’t lie and say you are fine. You are doing that thing men do when they are troubled. I should know. I’ve spent enough time with CEOs and Tech bros to know when there is something amiss that they can’t control.”
