SCREAM baby, SCREAM;

Risque is restless, unable to stand the confines of her own bustling business, bursting at its seams with an event, a breakout band that sounded like just another copy. It was exclusive and packed. Which meant more money lining her pocket of the liquor guzzling crowd. Business was business and it was booming. However, with all loose ends tied in a pretty little bow, her absence would not be noticed. In these moments to herself, she would stalk the shadowy streets, moving feline-like upon the roof tops and down ally ways. She would feed to sate her boredom, pick up any stray cat along the way, preferably of the were variety. In her own twisted way she would link herself to them, becoming their queen or their captor one could take their pick. One could never be sure and she could never have an army too large.


She could feel the thunder rumble from the purplish black sky, followed by a fork of lightning slithering across the sky. Soon it would pour and this vampire was not a fan of water, perhaps it was the feline within her, or maybe she was simply too vain to look like a drowning rat. But who was she fooling, Risque would never appear as a drowning rat, even if she was soaking wet. Her pale porcelain like flesh glistening, never kissed by the sun's golden rays, her icy eyes, were multifaceted like impossibly rare diamonds. Exquisite and yet piercing as though one glance could slice a man's head clean off from his shoulders and yet still entice them up until their last fragile moments.


Her hair was black, the blackest of hues and yet a tinge of blue offering dark depths that could be drowned in. Her shadowy locks so luscious and soft to the touch, everything about her was designed to lure them in. Not that many dare to sneak a simple touch, those that had any regard for their lives her and live to tell the tale. Yet as beautiful and striking of a creature she was, she was just as remorseless, her eyes and being meant to lure you in just close enough to the slaughter in which at that point it was too late. A point beyond no return, a precarious invisible line that once crossed you would be swallowed whole in the monster's merciless jaws, a ravenous siren, so merciless and so cruel.


A soft growl subtly reaches her lips, mirroring the grumbling sky, eyes land upon the voodoo room. It was not common for this feline to wander off her territory without purpose. A rarity and yet she views it as an opportunity, a predator lurking in the tall grass biding her sweet time for the perfect prey. The wind howls like a mourning wolf calling out into the night, singing its song of sorrow and loneliness. Cutting across the street almost appearing languid but covering considerable ground, her heels click against the paved roads, slipping into the inviting confines of the bar, quaint and cute. So very unlike her own but it certainly had its charms.


She sauntered with a purpose as her hips sway as if hypnotic in its silent yet sensual rhythm, as she made her way across the room. Voices had flooded and permeated every last crevice on the bar, the thrumming beat of music pulsing, a strange yet melodious sound that could be felt as well as heard.


By the bar, a large and imposing man stood by the bar, her nostrils flare when his canine scent assaults her, almost wrinkling her nose in disgust. Wolf. More like mangy flea bag, with terrible breath and imposing nature. Canines did not hold the fluid elegance of a cat, they were abrasive and vulgar and here one stood before her.


The vampire woman's body draped elegantly so that she leaned against the bar, artful in the way she stood. Poised as if deliberately showing every delicious curve and hollow of her delectable body. His deep baritone slices across the distance between them, as if his wish were granted. She paused, attention landing solely upon him. "Careful what you wish for wolf. You just might get more than you bargained for." Her ruby red lips turn upwards into a wicked little smile as if in tune with a joke she was only aware of, twisted and knowing, concealing the razor sharp fangs. Indifferent eyes land upon him, the vampire's stare seem to devour him as though he were no wolf but a mouse caught within this kitten's claws.