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[Jeanette]
The bass beat in time with hundreds of hearts.
Bodies –some warmer than others— undulated across the dance floor, under the flashing, purple neon lights. They swayed and shifted like restless ocean waves, in perpetual motion, completely lost in the moment and the music. The scent of alcohol, sweat and a chaotic mix of perfumes and colognes lingered in the air, colored it, gave it life.
Lightly heterochrome eyes, one grey, one grayish green, observed the sea of individuals for the most interesting fish to pass the night reeling in. Alive or only pretending to be so didn’t really matter. She was several levels more bored than she was thirsty. There were a few promising new and old faces that looked like they could tickle her fleeting fancy, though nothing earth-shattering.
Jeanette huffed. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe... She thought past the tiny whispers in the back of her mind –they’d been quite chatty that evening— casting her gaze around until she finally settled on her lucky target; a guy not a full moon past his mid-twenties, whose abs, visible under his tight shirt, could probably make up for his lack of personality. Hopefully. And if they didn’t, she was always up for a quick snack.
Deep down, she knew she was merely settling. In her twisted little head, Jeanette wished for something new and interesting to happen, something to really capture her attention.
Pretty please, God? Cherry on top.
A few seconds ticked by. Nothing happened.
Oh, Well. Jeanette shrugged. Makes sense. He had no reason to give a single rat’s ass about the Kindred, who diverted from the path of His creation and... yadda yadda, all that useless religious crap her sister cluttered their mind with. Then again, He hadn’t seemed to care even back when she wasn’t damned, so, really, maybe she’d just drawn the short stick on that one from birth.
The first gliding step had been taken towards the athletic mortal, when the doors to her sexy little nest of a club were pushed open. The night breeze crept inside, sweeping an unfamiliar, wonderful moonlit scent along with it—
A Cheshire grin split Jeanette’s crimson lips. She knew just who it was that crossed her humble doorstep —the very talk of her gossipy clan, here in the flesh!— and she couldn’t wait to meet them. Gleaming eyes turned towards the infamous fledgling Kindred, seeing them for herself for the very first time…
And oh.
Ooh.
She. Was. Hot.
That was why the voices had been so eagerly chirping about the new birdie in town. They always knew her tastes so well.
My naughty, naughty, naughty loonies....
Jeanette couldn't decide if the new bee was graced by every single higher power deciding on looks or whether her Embrace into the night was just that generous with her. Either way, the woman was plain delicious.
Her dark jacket hugged her tense shoulders just right, the jeans around her lean thighs glued to them like a second skin. Pretty, thin lips were pressed into a tight line, a perfect symmetry with those almond grass-green eyes of hers. In sharp contrast to her pale skin stood her midnight hair, styled in gentle waves that fell just past her shoulders, the whole image effortlessly sexy.
It got the Jeanette seal of approval, that was for damn sure.
“Look what we have here~” she sing-songed in sky-high spirits, the second she locked gazes with the fledgling. “Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club. You smell new, little girl. Like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed Astroturf.”
The prettygirl gave her a look, like a darling little duckling making contact with a Malkavian for the very first time. And so the nickname stuck.
"Ooh, I’m not frightening you, am I, duckling?” Jeanette absolutely did not mind being her first.
The fledgling blinked... then the edge of her lip relaxed, ever so slightly, curving upward in an amused manner. “If only all frightening things looked like this.”
Oh, we can work with this~ and we absolutely will...
“Hm hm hm. I can tell you and I are going to get along just like fire hoses.” Jeanette thought aloud. A perfectly arched eyebrow raised. “When we get turned on, there’s bound to be flames.” she elaborated.
“Interesting. May I have the pleasure of your name?” the beauty asked, so polite with perhaps a faint sprinkle of flirty. Either that, or the knight-like charm was her default state.
“I'm the finger down your spine when all the lights are out. I'm the name on all the men's room walls. When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile. And everyone always wants to know, who... is... that girl?” Jeanette replied cryptically, ruby lips curling around every word.
“So… who is that girl?” the fledgling inquired with a slight tilt to her head.
“I… am… Jeanette! And this bit of chaos crammed into a certifiable giggle is my club.” she spoke, all while getting into a new game in her head; trying to figure out what clan the newbie belonged to. Nosferatu and Tremere were immediately ruled out, but there were still so many to go...
‘I know! Oooh I do know!’ The voices tried to say, but Jeanette shouted back at them NOT to spoil the fun, proceeding with ‘lalalala’s to make sure she didn’t overhear anything by accident.
“A pleasure, Jeanette. My name’s Iris.” Iris. Iris Adair. Jeanette’s curious mind filled the gap for her.
“Iris. Pretty, like the name, like the rest of the wound-up wonder I see.” The compliment-laced comment came spilling out of her.
“Yeah, it’s… not easy to be in here.”
Jeanette was positive Iris was going against every instinct and leftover human habit, not breathing on purpose. She was clearly thirsty, fingers twitching from the effort to deny it, throat dry and itching for the liquid ecstasy calling at them both from inside all the mortals surrounding them. The hunger was always bad the first year.
“On the contrary, little bird. It’s as easy in here as taking candy from a kid.” Jeanette licked her lips like a lioness smelling fresh meat.
“Yes, and equally wrong.” Iris angled her body away from the dancing Kine.
Definitely not Brujah, with that demeanor. Toreador, then? Girl's got the angsty, tormented artist vibe down.
...I’m into it.
Jeanette flashed the fledgling another toothy smile. “Hon, don’t be a stick in the mud.” Her dainty fingers reached up between them, a fleeting brush at Iris’ narrow chin turning that green gaze back to temptation. “Try to keep the big, bad wolf muzzled and it will eat you whole. But give it some room to play...and it'll return the favor.”
Iris’ rising thirst echoed like a lover’s caress over Jeanette’s senses, coaxing forth her own. But the faintest stirring in the back of her mind told her there was no time to linger and play; Therese was waking and she was always grumpy when she did.
“Oh, I’d love to give you funny feelings all night sweetheart, but I really must trouble with some business.” Jeanette play-pouted. Playful fingertips trailed down the zipper of the newbie’s jacket, nails catching on every tooth. “We’ll reunite sweet and soon, I promise.”
Iris managed a reserved nod, highlighted by a tiny smile.
First impression: too hot to be this good. Moves right to the top of to-do list. Jeanette thought as the elevator doors clicked shut behind her. Sad that the moral types tended not to last long in their messy world of blood and darkness. It set a very strict time limit for Jeanette to act on, before the new girl was toast. Then again, it's not all bad. The good ones are always the most fun to corrupt~
Jeanette smiled to herself. She wanted the things that intrigued her …and the newbie was nothing if not intriguing.
That very moment marked the grand beginning of a new and exciting game of ‘chase and seduce’ that was sure to keep her entertained several nights of her unlife.
...If Therese didn’t fuck it all up.