Mine to Keep || Closed

The club was packed to the rafters—Max wouldn’t have been surprised if a few of the patrons eventually migrated to the rafters—and the music was loud, thudding with some deep and winding bass line. At one point, Max could have easily see the club being some mirror image to a church; the high vaulted ceilings, the marble floors, the stained glass windows that stretched from floor to ceiling that let not a bit of light in. It wasn’t a church though. Every color in the club was inverted; what would normally be light was dark and even what was meant to be dark was darker still. If that wasn’t indicator enough, Max wasn’t sure that demons and vampires could easily enter churches and the club was crawling with them.

Being a werewolf, he wasn’t too fond of the other two. They thought packs of werewolves low on the totem pole of ‘evil’, but that’s where they were wrong. Get a group of werewolves together, a few packs even, and they could take down anything in their path. Max was a lycanthrope; he could change at will instead of with the full moon and he used that to his advantage greatly. It made him stronger, harder to kill or track. One of the things he liked most about the club was that he didn’t have to constantly watch his back as no blood was to be spilled within the walls on violent terms. The demons weren't allowed to siphon souls from the sirens, vampires weren’t allowed to drink blood from the fairies(unless implicitly stated in their contracts), and werewolves couldn’t rip into anyone they pleased.

His pack was probably the rowdiest ones around, very vocal in who they thought was a fitting match for them and who they didn’t. Max, being the alpha, was expected to lead them in this, but he found it boring, quite honestly. Just because they could change into animals didn’t mean they had to act like them all the time. Anytime any of his pack brought up his lack of interest, he made sure to quickly put them in their place. The creatures his pack picked on were the same as them—they were outcasts and looked down upon by the upper races— and he would never talk down or objectify one of them unless it was agreed upon. He rolled his dark brown eyes as the others around him nearly howled with joy as a rather busty siren slunk her way by the booth they were sitting in.

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“You have broken your contract that bound you to me. I’m afraid I have no further use for you,” Isolde said calmly, legs crossed and hands clasped on her lap as she sat on a rather large, black leather couch that no one else dared to sit on. She was staring up at a trembling pixie with sharp silver-blue eyes that spoke volumes for the disdain she felt toward the other. The pixie was diminutive in size, bright brown eyes filled with tears of fear as she nervously played with the ends of her curly, chocolate brown hair.

“B-But Isolde, I told him-“

“No.” The demon interjected simply with a slight shake of her head.

“He told me that-“ The pixie still tried to plead her case.

“I said ‘no’,” Isolde growled, voice going lower and more hollow than what would even be considered natural. With a blink, her eyes went a blood red color, swirling with a smoky black as her full lips pulled back from her teeth in a snarl. “The contract stated no werewolves. Beyond that, I was here that night. I get you exclusively if I’m here.” The demon stood fluidly from her seat, towering over the pixie in her heels and more intimidating than ever in her structured, black leather dress that hit mid-thigh and hugged her slender frame like a second skin. “You’re lucky I can’t kill you, because I would have ripped you to shreds the moment I found out. Now leave,” she finished in a low growl, the area around the two grew oddly quiet as the pixie ran from the redheaded demon and disappeared into the crowd.

With a blink, her eyes returned to their natural blue and the tension in her body slowly relaxed. She didn’t have horns, no tail, no red scaly skin, or forked-tongue(that’s not what most of her discarded subs would say), but she was a demon, and a fearsome one none the less. She dealt exclusively in contracts for souls when she wasn’t at the club so the fine print of contracts mattered immensely to her. Hence why she was so livid with the pixie girl for failing to read the fine print. Isolde had a reputation in the club as being rather intimidating, but also known for running through subs like they were disposable. She stepped away from the couch and over to the bar, moving as fluidly as fabric in water, her long, fiery red curls bouncing and swaying with every movement.

“Another one bite the dust, Isolde?” The bartender goaded her on and the whites of her eyes tinged red for a moment before fading to the normal.

“Shut up and fix me my damn drink,” she barked, clearly not in the mood for joking.

The forest cloaked around Fawn the leaves from the bushes reaching out to touch the tips of her fingers as if calling for her to stay outside in the crisp air of night. Her ivory skin radiated against the off the shoulder maroon top that clung to her chest close-fitting accentuating the curves of her chest and cutting off just below her breast and connecting with dark brown leather skirt that laced up either side. She walked the short distance from her little cottage to the club. The thin stream of moonlight seeming to illuminate the 'Bracelets' on her wrists, the shackles that bonded her to the club or rather the owner.

It wasn't uncommon for the sub species to be traded to pay off dept, she made her choice to fix the mess her father had created for them all. She choose willingly it was well a better option than most and if she said she hated it here she was resentful at first but over time it became entertaining. Taking her last look at the Crescent moon floating in the sky before pulling open the thick oak doors of the building and slipping inside.

The club was full though that wasn't uncommon but it was to the point that nearly every move she made pressed her against another patron as she tried to make her way through the crowd. The night was a little more out of control and wild than most nights but with the recent riots it was to be expected, people seemed to be in a bigger need to blow of steam and get their needs met.

Her eyes scanned over the crowd her eyes landing on a pack of were-wolves that seemed to be having the time of their lives well most of them except for one rather tasty room who looked rather uninterested in it all. "Well, Well, Well if it isn't the little Deer." A husky voice whispered from behind pulling her gaze from the group of males to the man that had slipped his hand around her wrist and pulled her against her body. Her nose crinkling the moment that familiar and overpowering scent of copper hit her nose.

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As far as Linden was concerned life was his for the taking it always had been. Being born the the General of section 65 there wasn't much he couldn't have, not many people if any said no it's not like that would have been taken lightly either but here he didn't have to be in charge or display his dominance and he could just take his time and search. Carefully cautiously for people who seemed to have some basic qualifications.

Linden's eyes had wandered over to the fuming red headed demon a few times. He'd heard rumors about her though he had never actually approached her but he had to admit that both the rage and her ability to contain it was unbelievably attractive. It took quite a bit to capture his interest as he had a rather specific taste and as of yet no Dom had managed to capture or contain his attention for long.

After taking the last sip of the Elf blood that had once filled his wine glass he wiped the blood from his lips and stood deciding to walk the distance to Demon that sat alone in the crowd of diverse species. She was a knock out to say the least and if she was as tough as they all said then well let the fun begin.

"Can I order your next drink for you Miss?" Linden murmured as he approached Demon standing off to the side of her. His eyes scanning over her body taking in the curves of her body before his eyes went back up to her eyes.

Max brought his beer bottle to his lips, tipping back the bitter liquid to his mouth and swallowing it down. He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, thumb swiping underneath it as he watched a few members of his pack hassling a pixie that nearly sprinted by them, looking like she had been put through the wringer over something. His brows lifted slightly for a moment, knowing there was never a dull moment in the club. His dark eyes flittered back to his pack, watching as a few of them skittered off behind the pixie—as if they could make her feel better.

He hauled himself off the couch, stretching his arms above his head before he finished off his beer with a few gulps and tossed it to the side into a trash can. He slowly made his way from his rowdy group and over to the bar to order himself another. Resting his arms on the bar top, he gave the bartender a grin—she was this flirty little fairy who had been making eyes at him for weeks—and ordered his favorite. His eyes slipped over to his right as he noticed this dainty blonde, a forest nymph judging by her attire and the thick smell of pine that radiated off of her.

As his dark gaze wandered over her, his eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed a man come up behind her and grappling at her wrist. She looked uncomfortable and that alone made his skin crawl a it. While he was a Dom through and through, consent was a huge moot point for him and something he thought the club should enforce strictly. Slowly, he made his way over to the two of them, beer balanced in his fingertips as he rounded on the two of them.

He eyed the nymph for a moment or two, giving her a good, hard look before his eyes slipped over to the man behind her. He could smell the sickly tinge of copper hanging around him, knowing that meant he was a monster just like he was. “Is she yours?” He questioned, nodding his head to the nymph.

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Isolde kept her unrelenting gaze on the bartender as he fixed her drink, secretly willing for the floor to open up and swallow him whole for his comment. Granted, she knew that she had a back track record with keeping a sub for an extended period of time. In her opinion, it was as simple as following the rules and stipulations that she’d outlined in any contract she struck with a sub.

She took the drink without so much as a ‘thank you’ and slunk her way back to the couch she had sat on before. Someone lower than her had attempted to sit on it once, on a night that she was there, and she quickly put them in their place. However, Isolde wasn’t all mean. She was good to those who were good to her and rewarded those who did what she asked. The redhead lowered herself onto the couch, crossing her legs and leaning back against the back of the couch.

Tipping her drink back into an awaiting mouth, her smoky blue gaze traveled over the inhabitants of the bar, figuring she’d had to be on the lookout for yet another sub to mold. Having to do all this work just to have a sub turn their back on her was getting old quickly—maybe she needed to start looking for someone who instinctively knew how to take commands. Her mind immediately made the connection between dogs and werewolves, but they really weren’t her thing.

Her attention was drawn to a man—well, no, he wasn’t a man, judging from the smell of blood that lingered around him—and she raised a brow. She noted the way his eyes were looking over her, wondering why another predator like her would be showing her interest. Wasn't the whole reason for this place for things like them to prove their superiority? She slowly stood from her seat and walked over to him, slowly circling him and letting her eyes wander over his form and studying him for a bit. She stopped in front of him, eyes icier than ever, and looked him dead in the eye as she drained her glass in just a few gulps. “I’ll take another drink, yes,” she told him cooly, stepping away from him and taking a seat back on “her” couch.

@ TwistedLove

She didn't have to look up to know who held her against their solid mass and by the way his grip tightened around her wrist he wasn't entirely thrilled with her. "I've spoken with Ambrose. He's willing to continue with the previous arrangements." Vetis Whispered into her ear his grip loosening as he pulled gently on her silver bands reminding her what she was to him. "Provided of course that apologize and since you have yet to find and alternative I suggest you go do so now. Unless you would like to spend another month in the training room. It has been awhile Fawn. Maybe you need a refresher course." He continued on finally letting go of her.

Fawn didn't attempt to move away from him, she wasn't that stupid as to think him releasing her meant she could walk away. There wasn't really much of an option either apologize to Ambrose for the incident though she wasn't entirely to blame or go back to the training room. The choice was fairly easy she could handle Ambrose better than relearning that she was never to deny a Dom. After word got out that she may have caused harm to someone of higher stature than herself she was a little less than desirable so with no one to fill Ambrose's spot then she wasn't making Vetis money.

Just about to speak when the Were-Wolf she'd noticed earlier approached and knowing better than to speak Fawn bit back her words. Shocked to say the least that anyone would dare to step up in her defense Fawn was easily pushed to the side and back by Vetis nearly falling back onto her ass.

Vetis smirked smugly at the wolf that approached him. He could smell the stench of wet dog that filled the air around him. "Yes she is my property." He stated proudly as if he were talking about a car or his club, of course that's all that she was an object for him to own and trade, rent, or sell whenever he pleased. "Now unless you plan on renting her out, you must excuse us she has some business to return to."

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Linden watched the female with peaked interest as she stood and circled him like he were an foreign appetizer she was considering tasting, though she also looked like she would spit him out without a second's hesitation if she didn't like the way he tasted. "Well then I'll return in just a moment with another drink Miss." He stated as he gave her one last glance before walking over to the bar she had just returned from.

"Can I get a scotch on the rocks and refill on whatever she was drinking." He asked gesturing towards the red head that was sitting on the couch a few meters away.

"Really Linden? I don't think you could handle her." The bartender chuckled mixing the drinks. "You know she goes through Subs like you go through blood donors." He joked as he placed the finished drinks in front of the Vampire.

"You really need to learn when to just keep your mouth shut and make a drink Caspian. You don't get paid to think." Linden murmured grabbing the drinks off the bar counter and returning back to the succulent Demon that he had left momentarily alone.

@ salander.

@ TwistedLove
Max’s eyes darted between the bulk of the man and the forest nymph that stood just slightly behind him. He could see it in her eyes, she had lived a hard life so far or wasn’t in this establishment by choice. Most of the lowers didn’t really have much of a choice, but there was still something about it that Max disliked greatly. His Dom side of him, which very strict and straight in how he did things, was not turned on by sheer reluctance or his sub not being willing. That just wasn’t for him. He only enjoyed things if he knew his counterpoint enjoyed it as well.

He ran his tongue over his lips as his attention was dragged from the nymph to the man that stood in front her of. His eyes flashed at the tone with which the guy was taking with him and he was immediately put in the same frame of mind and attitude that had earned him the alpha of his pack. “I am interested in renting her out or I wouldn’t have asked,” he snapped, upper lip nearly curling as he stared the man down with his dark eyes. He paused for a moment, eyes boring into the man’s as he silently let him know he was not about to back down.

“I couldn’t help but to overhear,” he started, mind working to find some way to get the nymph away from the man, if only just for a night, “it seems like you’re having trouble with this one. I have experience in putting lowers in line, both in my pack and here.” He paused again, eyes slipping back over to the nymph as his gaze softened slightly. He didn’t want to make her think that he was just like every other higher in this establishment. “I can straighten her out for you,” he finished, gaze set on her intently.

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Isolde crossed her legs, flashing even more of a pale, freckled thigh as she kept her gaze set intently on the male vampire that was fetching her a drink. Her bottom lip found it was between her teeth as she took him in as a whole. He had a nice body, there wasn’t denying that, but all of her subs or prospective subs had to. So at least she wouldn’t turn him away based on that. And he was rather attractive, but looks weren’t so important to her. She could easily put a mask on a person and forget what they looked like. It may be nice not to have to do that with him though. Now, if she could only be sure he could follow directions. That was most important of all to her.

She looked away after appraising him again, leaning back into the couch and letting her eyes wander what she could see of the bar. With her finely tuned hearing, she could pick up on the vampire putting the chatty bartender in his lips and it brought a smirk to her lips for a moment. She liked a sub with a little bit of a backbone. It made it all the more satisfying when she got to break them and hear them beg.

Her eyes slipped over to the vampire as he approached and she sat up a little straighter, clasping her hands on her lap as he stopped in front of her. “Set the drink down and sit by me, stranger. I don’t bite,” she said, flashing him a rather pointed smile that spoke of evil intentions, “I believe that’s your job.” The expression fell back into one of neutrality quickly and she dragged her tongue over her bottom lip. “And before you get comfortable, I need to ask you a few things. If you know who I am, you know how I am,” she continued, head tilting to the side slightly. “Why choose me?”

@ salander.
(Sorry it took me a little bit to reply. I guess I'm still getting used to writing again.)

Fawn watched with curiosity her fingers playing with the strings on the side of her skirt nervously as the were-wolf stood firm against Vertis that itself was uncommon without considering the way he looked at her and how naked she felt under his gaze. She’d known him for 5 years now, most people knew better than to demean him or belittle him. With the opportunity to make a business deal he would welcome a daring spirit if it meant he gained in the end. This man seemed to know how to get the towering blonde Vampire intrigued.

“Well why didn’t you say so.” He murmured taking a sidestep to the right giving the other a clearer view of the petite blonde. “I do have to warn you she’s had an aggressive outburst. But if you think you have what it takes to put her back in her place than be my guest. I have an agreement ready if you’re still interested in Fawn all you have to do is read the terms and sign. Payment can be negotiated if I see improvement.”

Her eyes held his for what seemed like hours as he spoke his words not matching the light sympathetic gaze she detected. Letting her gaze drop as Vertis mentioned her violent outburst, leaving out the fact that she was provoked and it was only her second infraction in five years. In his eyes though she should have never fought back in the first place. Looking back up at intriguing wolf not sure whether she should really have hope that he might be better than the other monsters she’d known.

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Linden felt her eyes on him as he returned back to the couch she was waiting on. His eyes following over the curves of her body that stood out her alabaster skin looking extremely delicious against the glow of the club lights. Flicking his tongue across the tip of his fang he worked to dismiss the thought for a moment focusing on making it to the stunning woman.

“Only if it’s permitted.” He murmured with a wink, a small smirk finding it’s way to his lips as he set the drinks to the side and sat beside her. He enjoyed her straight to business attitude with a side of provoking his natural desires. There was something quite beautiful in the way she commanded others in a definitive no mistakes and no excuses aura about it and that he found commendable even admirable.

“Well I prefer Linden to Stranger but if you would rather call me that Miss than be my guest.” His eyes locked onto hers for a moment his. “Why choose you? Well it seems we have similar problems. You from what I have heard are having some difficulty finding someone who can follow simple instructions. Apparently I have been incapable of finding a woman who can take control in a way that I have only momentarily seen.”

@ TwistedLove
[That's quite alright! I've been super busy these past few days anyways.]

Max's gaze held the nymph's for the longest time before his most wicked grin curled his lips and his dark brown gaze slid over to the hulking blonde male. He knew he'd got him interested in what he was offering by his change in body language. Max didn't get to be an alpha on sheer strength alone, he proved plenty of lowers and highers that werewolves we're not all tricks and claws and teeth. They had cunning and wits about themselves too.

"I'm more resilient than I look," he jested with the man, a twinkle in his eyes before his gaze found the nymph once more. This time, his gaze slipped over her in full, as if her were appraising her. "I'll put her back in line if she has another one," he said, voice dropping little lower and with just a bit more rasp than usual, "I'll handle disobedience and outbursts in my own way." He tore his gaze from her once more, knowing that she was probably the prettiest lower he'd seen at the club in the longest time. He also noted the clasps on her wrists; she must've been property of this man. "Where do I sign? She will be paid for in full. No need to negotiate," he said bluntly, wanting to get Fawn away from this vampire and into one of the private rooms of the club so he could allow her to relax.

Still, there was part of him that wanted to see if she enjoyed being told what to do or if she enjoyed the consequences of disobedience. Being alpha, he broke a lot of his lower ranking pack members into shape. Dealing with subs, while a little different, felt quite similar. Fawn, as pretty and petite as she was, looked like she could be a spitfire and Max would be kidding himself if he said he didn't want to see that side of her.

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Isolde knew this one was different before he even came back with her drink. No higher went to someone like her for their kicks. She was hard to please, hard to handle, and generally hard all around. The only soft edges she had were the curves of her hips and her lips. Maybe something more resilient, like this vampire, would be just the thing she needed.

A low hum vibrated in her chest at his words, border on a laugh, but a little more dark in tone. "Something like that can be arranged with time if you listen well and obey. I'm sure you'd like it just as much as I would. They say demon's blood is... otherworldly," she said, full lips pulling up into one of those predatory smiles again. She reached out and grabbed her drink, taking a sip of it as he settled down beside her.

She crossed her legs toward him, leaning in a bit as her eyes slipped between both of his. "I don't need a name. They're unimportant and you'll know when I'm addressing you," she told him bluntly, eyes appraising even more of him up close. This vampire was quite the Adonis indeed and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth at the idea of all the nasty things she could do to him. Another one of those hums left her as he spoke, no tells on her features on whether that was a good noise or not. "And why should I believe that you're adept at taking instructions, regardless of their difficulty?" She took a sip of her drink and tapped her fingers softly against the glass. "I do hope you're not questioning my ability to take control, Linden. I know no other way, but to be in complete control."

@ salander.
(Okay. I hope your vacation is going well!)
Fawn fidgeted under his gaze focusing her sight just to the left of him. To say he didn’t intimidate her would be a lie, although she felt strangely allured by his vague claims of handling her in his own way. He was a different breed than anyone else she’d encountered in the club or anywhere else for that matter.

“Go fetch the man another beer while we finish up.” Vetis demanded as he waved a hand in the air beckoning a tall, lanky, young vampire to his side.

Fawn simply nodded before slipping away from the men, knowing better than to speak to him without being directly spoken to or requested at least not when business was involved. Eyes downcast she made her way through the crowd avoiding the looks from the predators in the club while she made her way to the bar. Ordering the drink off to the side she made sure to have a decent view of the contract signing though her eyes stayed trained on the wolf. She already knew how how many of the other highers moved, and thought hell she could tell when one was about to snap before they did some times but this man was a mystery unlike the others.

“The night contract for Fawn.” He demanded from the young Vamp though it was in his hand before he had finished his request. The other vampire had already turned to preform the position of a desk as if he’d done it a thousand times. “The price is eleven hundred for the evening and just sign on the X and Fawn is all yours for the night.” Placing the contract on the back of the thin man he handed Max the pen.

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A small smirk curved slightly onto his lips at Isolde’s promising words, his eyes settled on her porcelain watching her pulse beat under the soft translucent skin. “I’m sure I would enjoy that. I have heard that it is quite a delectable. Though I wouldn’t know first hand.” He murmured sucking in a quick breath before reaching out to take small drink of his scotch, returning the glass back to the table he tried to keep his mind focused on the current task at hand and not imaging how it would feel and taste with her underneath him as his fangs penetrated that perfect skin along her neck.

“If my name is not needed than call me whatever you would like.” Linden established flicking his tongue across his fangs as he watched the way the demon reacted. He’d heard a few of the stories from less than happy subs that had been discarded by her though that had been more of a reason for him to approach her. “I’ve spent a fair amount of my life following orders Miss. I wouldn’t be were I am if I couldn’t follow basic command. I don’t take orders in my outside life quite as often it’s a basic need that I need fill.”

“I assure you I’m not questioning your ability to take control. I wouldn’t have it any other way but with you in complete control.” He purred voice as deep and rich as Swiss chocolate. Amber eyes resting on her dark blue eyes that seemed to draw him closer to the demonic goddess that sat beside him.

@ TwistedLove
[I’m back home now and so thankful for it. L.A. was cool, but there definitely wasn’t much downtime to relax and it was crazy fast-paced in comparison to where I come from.]

Max ran his tongue over his teeth as his gaze darted between Fawn and the man who held her contract. Maybe this charity case type situation wouldn’t turn out to be so bad after all. Maybe she would end up being just as interested in him as he was in her. He knew that sometimes back stories were off limits, their time spent together spent on things other than life’s stories or battle scars, but something about this forest nymph was a little different than what he was used to.

As she was sent away, his eyes slipped over her back as she left. Tastefully keeping his eyes above her waist, he tore his eyes away from her and finished off the rest of his beer, tossing the bottle into a nearby trashcan with a loud crack of glass on metal and other glass. He looked over at the vampire in charge and crossed his arms over his chest, watching him closely. There was a part of Max that wanted to take this guy down a few pegs, to prove that he was stronger than him, but he knew there would be a time and place for that and this was not that time.

Sparing one last glance to his pack, who seemed to be watching him closely and trying to figure out what he was doing, he watched at another vampire brought him a contract. He swiped his thumb across his bottom lip before grabbing the pen and reading the contract in depth. Max wasn’t stupid—which most other higher ups didn’t want to believe of a werewolf—and he didn’t want to find himself signing something binding or that would put him in a bad position. When he reached the end of the document, he signed the paper and handed the pen back to the other vampire. His hand dove into his pocket and he pulled out a leather wallet. He hadn't been expected to purchase anyone for the night, but he always carried a bit of cash with him to the club for instances like this. Thumbing a few big bills from his wallet, he handed them to the vampire with a grin.

“I’ll make sure to bring her back to you in one piece,” he commented, knowing that being rough with Fawn was probably to be expected for a wolf like him. “Pleasure doing business with you,” he stated, nodding his head toward the vampire once before carding his hand through his loose, dark curls. He’d wait until Fawn got back with his beer, then he’d pull her off into a room in the back.

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Isolde took note of the expression on Linden’s features, her own as stolid and cool as ever, though on the inside she was quite intrigued by this vampire. It seemed he thought he could handle someone like her and she was willing to give him a run for his money. “Not many demons part with their blood,” she told him sharply. “I wouldn’t do it unless I was to be a reward for a good deed or exemplary behavior.” She lifted a brow and ran her tongue over her lips before leaning forward to take a long sip from her drink.

The slightest bit of a crooked grin curled her lips as the vampire spoke, just barely present under the flash of one of the club’s lights and the next time the lights fell over her features, it was gone. So, this one was eager to please her, it seemed. Perhaps he’d be worth a shot after all. Her eyes darted down to his tongue over his fangs and her head tilted to the side, fiery red curls tumbling over her slender, freckled shoulder with the movement. Slowly, her eyes were warming up from their normal frigid blues and it seemed Linden was hooking her in with what he was saying. “You? A vampire has a basic need to take orders?” She questioned, brows lifted as it seemed now she was fully intrigued with what he was saying. “You are a special one indeed,” she added with a quick laugh and a smirk.

With his next comment, she’d decided he may be worth sighing a contract for, surprised to have found a replacement for her last sub so quickly. Her eyes held his for a few long moments before that predatory leer was back on her features. “I suppose we’ll begin our agreement then,” she said simply. She held her hands out and immediately a black feathered quill was in one hand and a piece of parchment was in the other. Isolde held the document and writing utensil out to him. “My contracts are quite simple, so I’m hoping that you’ll be able to follow them without error. I require my subs to be mine exclusively when I’m here. If I’m not here, you may choose to direct your attentions elsewhere, but for the love of everything unholy and wrong, no fucking werewolves.” When she said the name of the higher up she detested so, her jaw clenched tightly, the word coming out through trembling lips and her straight teeth, low and hollow as her eyes flashed crimson for a brief moment. As quickly as it came, it was gone and her expression and body relaxed. “If I choose to conduct our activities outside of the club, you will be mine exclusively. No exceptions,” she told him, eyes slipping over him as she watched for his reaction. “Sign if you think you’re capable of following these instructions. I also prefer to seal all my contracts with a kiss. An old habit, I suppose,” she said with a simple shrug of one of her shoulders.

@ salander.
(Haha well it is always nice to get back home and have downtime especially after a busy vacation.)
“I’ll make sure to bring her back to you in one piece,” he commented, knowing that being rough with Fawn was probably to be expected for a wolf like him. “Pleasure doing business with you,” he stated, nodding his head toward the vampire once before carding his hand through his loose, dark curls. He’d wait until Fawn got back with his beer, then he’d pull her off into a room in the back.

Fawn’s eyes were trained on Vetis as he conducted business his eyes slipping up to her and giving a small nod as the money was placed in his hand. She slowly made her way back towards the were-wolf stopping just short of the two as she waited for the vampire to fade away into the crowd.

“Pleasure doing business with you Max.” He stated courtly handing the money to the other vampire as his eyes scanned over the document quickly before tucking it away. “I’m sure you will bring her back in decent enough condition.” He added before slipping away into the crowd and back towards his office the scrawny vampire following close behind like a trained puppy.

She waited until the Vampires were mostly out before approaching the male that had bought her for the evening. “Would you like to go to the room now?” She asked softly as she approached him his beer in hand as she looked back towards the room before bring her gaze back to him.

Her gaze tracing over the edges of his sculpted body for a taking him in momentarily before bringing her eyes back up to him. “It would be room 1208.” She added staring up into his eyes before taking a small step backwards.

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“I wouldn’t expect you to reward me with something quite that enticing unless I had done something extraordinary to deserve that.” Linden hummed as he noticed her slightly unchanging demeanor though the progress of the conversation left him optimistic. He was one that enjoyed life and its spoils all of them but only if he earned them. There was no joy in the riches of life he hadn’t felt like he achieved it.

A short chuckle escaped his throat at her surprise. “I suppose I am a little unique. Personally though in order to take complete control I feel I need to give up complete control. I’m sure most others don’t see it that way but it works well for me.” He noted the slight change in her composure as she seemed to relax slightly. As far as Vampires went Linden was unique he was raised to follow orders and give them, working his way up the ranks and now he only took orders from a very short list. If all went well then she would be be on that list as well.

Gaze locked on the quill and contract a slightly crooked smile found it’s way to his lips. Straightening his posture he scanned over the document noting the fine print as she spoke of the conditions. Feeling the fiery that took over her if only for a fleeting moment at the sheer mention of were-wolves he understood they’d be off limits not that he was particularly fond of wolves though he didn’t have that blazing rage she seemed to for the beasts.. The conditions were simple enough to follow and if she was as skilled and uncompromising as she seemed than it wouldn’t be an issue. “Sounds reasonable I don’t think we’ll have any issues regarding those requirements.” He stated as he took the quill and contract from her. Signing his name on the contract against the table before placing it back into her hand. “So I believe we have an arrangement now as soon as we seal the contract.”

@ TwistedLove
[Definitely, but I’m not looking forward to going back to work today either.]

Max kept his gaze on the money for a few moments before his eyes went back to the vampire in charge. He lifted a brow and nodded once the vampire spoke again, scratching his jaw as he watched the money passed from one vampire to the next. He wore a disarming sort of grin at the last comment that the vampire made, shaking his head as he watched their retreating backs through the crowds of club goers.

Once Fawn was back at his side, he turned to look at her, gaze dropping to the beer at hand as he took it gently from her. He took a sip of it and licked the remnants of it from his lips as she asked if they wanted to head back to a room. “Yeah, I’d like that,” he murmured, eyes slipping between both of hers before he reached out and took her hand in his. His grip was gently as he began to lead her through the crowds, weaving their way to a dimly lit hallway that lead to the private rooms.

He stopped at Room 1208 and glanced both ways down the hallway before tugging her into the room and closing and locking the door behind them. Max paused again once the were in the quiet confines of a room that seemed to be made for one thing and one thing only. “I’m sorry if I frightened you back there,” he told her simply and softly, in case anyone was listening in. “I just couldn’t bare to see the look on your face with that vampire,” he continued honestly, dark eyes slipping between both of hers. “I just wanted to get you away from him…if only for the night. I have no intentions on correcting your behavior or taking advantage of the agreement I signed.” He paused for a moment, head tilting to the side almost like a curious pup would. “Unless you wanted to…and don’t feel pressured to agree because I spent money on you either.”

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Isolde’s eyes flashed a bit with some unreadable emotion as he spoke, leaning in just a bit closer. “Well…now you know the incentives I’ve laid out if you decide to be a good little vampire,” she told him, lifting a brow and a smirk pulling at her full lips for a moment. “Though…I’ll need to make sure you know when to stop.” She lifted a hand, running her fingertips along the underside of his carved jaw. “I would hate to have to break that pretty face of yours should you fail to control yourself.” She gave him another one of those predator-like smiles, teeth glimmering and gleaming as if they were eager to take a few chunks of flesh from him if he disobeyed.

“I do see how it could get boring being in charge all the time. Especially for work,” she said loftily, eyes slipping between his. “I would say there is some sense of control in freely giving it up. Though I suppose my whole purpose in life is to take even that away from you,” she purred, eyes narrowing slightly as her eyes slipped over him once more

She sat up straight and tall as she watched him read over her document, hoping he was committing all of it to his memory so she wouldn’t have to get angry at him for breaking the rules or for lapses in memory. When Linden took the quill from her fingertips, she finally smiled a smile that was full of bad intentions—as if he’d signed over the soul she doubted he had over to her. Once the contact and quill were back in her grasp, they disappeared with a snap of her fingers, leaving behind a few burning embers and ashes that fluttered to the table in front of them. “My favorite part,” she said in a low voice once he mentioned sealing the contract. Her hand found the back of his neck as she pulled him in with a smooth movement, letting him know who was the more powerful of the two in this situation. Her gaze flickered down to his lips for a moment before her lips met his. It was merely a simple, yet deep press of her full lips against his, her other hand finding his chest. Suddenly, her once cool lips grew fiery hot, as if she were branding the mark of her lips against his. A soft sigh left her as she pulled away, keeping her grip tight on the back of his neck as she watched him with half-lidded eyes.

@ salander.
(Sorry it took me a little bit but here it is.)
She followed after him to the back rooms her eyes wandering over the crowd of people though they always landed back on his form in front of her. It wasn’t unusual for her to follow men or female creatures into the back of the building though it felt a little more awkward then normal for a reason she wasn’t quite aware of. Maybe it was the fact she didn’t know his true intentions or simply because he seemed more unpredictable than most that she encountered.

“Contrary to what people may think I can handle myself. I appreciate the help but none of this is new to me. It’s my life maybe not completely ideal all of the time it was the best option.” She said as she took a small step towards him. She could take care of herself but the thought of what Ambrose would have done to her sent a small chill up her spine. Considering what she did she knew Vetis would allow whatever punishment the other thought appropriate so she would be sure to stay in her place. “Thank you, being here is a lot more appealing than the other options.”

Closing most of the space between them Fawn stood directly in front of him looking up at his curious expression. He was odd spending all this and not expecting a thing from her, that had never happened to her. Placing a light hand on his forearm she bit down on her lip thinking about hid last comment. Unless she wanted to nothing would happen. “I would feel disappointed if we didn’t take advantage of the contract tonight.” She murmured softly knowing that it would just be tonight that she would able to make this choice completely on her own.

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Piercing the inside of his lip lightly with his fang as he sucked in his bottom at her tempting words. “I’ll be sure to keep the incentives in mind.” Linden breathed out softly as her fingers seemed to dance across his jaw. “I understand though if that were to happen I am sure you’ll know what to do I can’t say that I would entirely hate that.” He admitted his tongue crossing briefly over the top of his lip as he licked the bit of blood from the inside of his lip.

Chuckling softly at her goal.“I look forward to the day if that occurs.” He remarked letting his eyes fall over her body, captivated not just in the way she held herself but the way she conducted herself as well.

The contract and quill disappeared in quick flash of smoke, embers dancing across the space between the two of them. There wasn’t much time to react she spoke and then in swift motion she had him by the back of the neck. Her lips pressed against his slowly seeming to burn into his though he knew when her lips left there would be no hole where hers once were. That kiss seemed to have sucked the life right out of him, leaving him un-moving under her grasp his sight faded in an out slightly as he tried to stay focused in on the present moment.

@ TwistedLove
Max tapped his fingertips on the beer bottle in his grasp, studying the woman who stood in the room with him with a cautious sort of gaze. Clearly, someone working at this place would not want to keep doing this forever, even if it wasn’t by choice, but she still seemed to be rather well adjusted to the idea that this was her reality. Max could respect that, but at the same time, it didn’t really sit well with him. He took a long sip of his beer, swallowing it and setting it to the side. He listened to her speak, making sure he kept his expression unfaltering as she took a step toward him. When she thanked him, he offered her a small smile and a nod of his head. “Don’t mention it,” he said softly.

Despite himself, his pulse started racing as she took another step and nearly completely closed the distance between the two of them. When she place a hand on his arm, his brows lifted slightly. There was a palpable shift when she spoke and his eyes darkened to the point where they were almost black. He knocked back the rest of his beer easily and set the bottle off to the side. Max reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, studying her even closer than he had before. His other arm snaked around her waist, slowly pulling her flush against him.

He drew in a deep breath of air as he looked down at her, hand resting at the small of her back. For a few moments, his eyes flickered over her features before his tongue slipped over his lips. “Any boundaries you want to set?” He asked in a low, rumble of a voice.

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Isolde grinned to herself at the reaction sealing the contract had garnered from Linden. She hummed softly to herself, hand slipping from the back of his neck to grasp her drink. Sipping it, she leaned back into the couch, looking very much like a cat who caught the canary. Her eyes slipped over to him, taking in his reaction for a few moments before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’ll give you a few moments to regain your composure,” she said softly, eyes slipping from him to glance around the club.

She could see a few highers and lowers watching the two of them, some of them silently watching Linden with a sense of almost pity. Isolde caught sight of it and immediately scared them from looking away with the simple flash of blood red eyes. As if in result, she knocked back the rest of her drink without a wince. Another hum left her and she turned to look at Linden.

Reaching out a hand, she brushed her fingertips through his hair before trailing the tips of her fingers down to his jaw. “Get me another drink,” she told him in a quiet tone, expression stolid and bordering on cold. Suddenly, as if she realized she may as well try and be cordial with someone who’d just signed a contract with her, she added, with a slight, coy grin on her lips, “Please.” She gently tapped his chin with her fingertip before extending a glass full of just ice to him.