The Seducing Dark (Completed)

[Gav Mortis]

After sending Razielle a list of instructions on how to find the place where they would be meeting that evening, Gav headed off into the young night for a long walk which ultimately brought him to a quiet part of the city, on the edge of one of the more upmarket regions. A sky of midnight blue spat a mild rain as he crossed the empty road to where a sign of red neon illuminated an open doorway. It was called The Virgin Ego and it was the heart of the illicit cult underworld on Iziz; talks of devil worshipping and taboo practises had reached the Sith's ears and intrigued, decided to have talks here with the vampire member of the Disorder, Razielle Shadana, and perhaps a little dinner, a little dance and a little fun.

Upon entering he was immediately greeted by a sinister set of stairs delving underground and as he descended, the sound of loud, ravaging music boiled upwards from the depths. Finally, reaching the bottom of the stairs, he was asked by a pale woman behind a screen of plexglass for twelve credits entrance fee and after paying, headed inside. The music roared angrily as soon as the doors swung open and his eyes first fell upon a chorus of naked women dancing around poles on either side of the doors.

He smirked and made his way inside; there was a sea of leather, black and red, but the patrons inside were barely covered by their risque garments and the flesh exposed was either tattooed, pierced or scarred; he evaded the bustling dance floor and made his way into a booth where he'd reserved a table. There was a silver candlestick baring three red candles, their light filled the alcove nicely.

She should be here soon, he thought, and after pouring red wine into the two metal chalices, studied the menu.

[Razielle Shadana]

The Virgin Ego was not that hard to find, if one knew where to look. Standing across the street from the place, bathed in the red glow from the sign, Razielle paused before entering the establishment. After her talk with De'Ville, it had come as no shock to her that the Sith Master had contacted her to meet him here. She was eager to commence with further training, so anything that would speed up that process was just dandy as far as she was concerned. Even meeting him in a disreputable club.

The walk in the rain had only served to give her black hair a shimmery, spikey look. The droplets sparkled like diamonds on her cheeks, wiping them away she crossed the street and entered. After paying the entrance fee, Razielle descended into the club. She was forced to change her first impression. It wasn't that bad, once you got passed the writhing naked girls and into the secluded and dimly lit posterior of the place.

Leaving her jacket with an attendant, along with a threat of dire consequences should it not be returned to her in the exact condition she left it, Razielle looked about for the evenings host. She was informed that a private table awaited her and she was escorted forward to it. The flashing lights from the dance floor added a touch of drama to her entrance as she walked forward in simulated slow motion, courtesy of the strobe effect.

Sliding into the booth across from the Sith Master, the Vampyre offered a smile meant to charm. "Master Mortis.. tis a pleasure..." She glanced down at the second of the two filled goblets and walked her first two fingers across the table until she reached it, then slid it back with a grin.. "For me...?"

[Gav Mortis]

"For you, my dear." Gav answered. He was leaning forward a little, his elbows rested upon the table and his clasped hands pressed gently against his lips to mask his satisfied grin. He took his own ornate goblet and raised it to hers. "And please, call me Gav. Cheers."

A leather-clad waiter approached, he had a green mohawk haircut and a chain linking his nose and earrings, without looking Gav waved him off indicating that they weren't yet ready to order any food. Instead his eyes were fixed on the pale, sultry woman in front of him, his eyes were alight in her company, she reminded him of someone. He smiled.

"I must confess, my dear Razielle, that when we first met the hood didn't do you justice but then again, such beauty should be reserved to be witnessed by those deserving of it. I am honored." He enjoyed watching her reaction to this and settled his wine glass, grinning mischievously.

"Tell me, what did you come here hoping to find?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Not just a pretty face after all.. Also good with words, okay.. Razielle ran her finger around the rim of her goblet before taking a sip. It was definately good wine, she hadn't thought such a hole in the wall place capable of producing something so fine. Once more it was proved how appearances were so decieving.

Resting the stem between her fingers, she listened to Gav's flowery approval of her feminine assests. She was used to such talk though and not a female prone to giggling and blushing. Raising an eyebrow at his true motivations behind such charm, she retorted with a grin of her own. "I came here to find a Master. Have I erred in my quest, Gav...?"

[Gav Mortis]

"Not at all; a master I am this is true, a master of the dark arts; but a master of something so fair and terrible as yourself? I have to wonder whether I am capable of carving an apprentice from a mold as rich as yours. I am an admirer of all things beautiful and I fear to damage a thing as fair as yourself."

Gav's warm hand fell gently upon Razielle's cold flesh, her hand had been resting gracefully on the stem of the chalice and now it rested in his hands. He ran his thumbs over her milky skin and grinned; it was pleasing to the touch and it had been long since he had touched a woman in such a way; then turned her hand and opened it, palm upwards. His hand took the steak knife from the table and ran it teasingly across her exposed palm until a thin trace of crimson became visible.

"Do you fear to have me, as your master, break your mold or will you embrace my teachings and allow me to show you things you have never seen, take you places you have never been and--"

He lifted her hand and gently kissed the wound.

"--Allow you to feel things you have never felt?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Without missing a beat, Razielle retrieved her hand. The Vampyre scooted up a bit and leaned forward across the table. Sliding the goblets out of her way, she braced her hands, palms down just before Gav and lowered her face. Her lips less than an inch from his ear teased him as she whispered. "You won't permanently damage me. I fear nothing and no one. And as for what I'll embrace... you will just have to see for yourself, Gav..."

Sliding back a bit, she gave him a smile that was clearly full of secrets. She was not a girl to be played games with by an unworthy opponent. But it would seem as far as playing the game of innuendo and mystique, she had just met her match.

[Gav Mortis]

"And I'm sure I will for a woman who knows no fear is the equivalent of a man who has nothing to lose--" He raised his glass. "And the world to gain."

Gav drank, his eyes remained fixed on Razielle who kept her gaze upon him, confident and unafraid. She excited him and the thought that she may one day be his apprentice equally scared him. Would it mean that the bond which they had so quickly forged from flesh and blood be comprimised in the name of their educational endevours? He hoped not.

"Nevertheless, there may be one thing left to fear, my dear." He smiled. "We have not yet browsed the menu."

He handed her a copy of the menu and glanced over his own. Suddenly the din of the club became apparent once more now that he and Razielle weren't talking, he was no longer lost in her eyes or words but these brief bursts of reality were what keeps one from losing the last shred of sanity. The distant scent of sweat hung in the air and he looked across to the chaotic dance floor. The scantily clad drunkards.

"And not all that is available can be found on the menu, should it fail to entice your appetite." He nodded to the dancefloor, where the patrons were herded together in one spot like cattle.

[Razielle Shadana]

She watched him, watching her. Razielle wondered what he was thinking. She was not so bold as to invade the mind of a Sith Master without prior invitation to do so. Not even one so garbed in the guise of indulgent playboy that it made even Razielle question his intentions. She was walking a very thin line here between what was real and what was all for show.

She looked blankly down at her menu. She hadn't eaten real food since her last incarnation as a Ghoul. She didn't think it was a wise opportunity to start now either. Not to say she couldn't..just that she didn't normally comsume the staples of normal people. It was an unneeded bulk within her immortal flesh. Setting down the menu, she slid her gaze to Gav's option two.

The crush of young, dark and jaded bodies moved with the perfect throb of the music. Most of the cretins would probably welcome her dark intentions. The others were so far gone on whatever the current drug was that they weren't likely to notice the soft puncture of her small fangs. But she would have to be careful, lest she imbibe the after effects of their stimulants.

"You go ahead and indulge your appetite. When you are done, maybe you'll be so chivalrous as to ask a lady for a dance and then I can further indulge mine...on them." Razielle nodded to the dancefloor.

[Gav Mortis]

"Very well," Gav averted his gaze and further browsed the menu before ordering a starter and a main course, then the peculiar looking waiter sauntered off with his order and the menus, leaving the two Darksiders alone once more. Gavs mouth curled into a wry smile.

"And let us hope this may be a night of many indulgences." He cleared his throat a little and sat upright with a hint of professionalism, brushing aside the chit chat and flirtation while he and Razielle moved onto business. "So indulge me in your past, Razielle, I would like to know every sordid, little detail to help me to understand what brought you where you are today."

[Razielle Shadana]

Smiling, Razielle sat forward in her seat, resting her elbow on the table in a defiant show of bad ettiquette. She rested her chin on her hand and repeated the same tale that she had countless times before. But for some reason, she thought her begining might make more difference to Gav than the last few she had bored with it. "I don't know who my true parents are. But I imagine they were of great importance. I was adopted and raised by the former King and Queen of the sovereign planet Davora. My full name was - Princess Razielle Ilona Shadana. I was their heiress and only child until my sister was born to them, Jezebella. She is only my adopted sister but I love her."

Her former title no longer held any significance in the grander scheme of things, if she had run into any of her families supporters at this point they wouldn't recognize the Vampyre before them as the formerly cherubic and adored pampered royal Princess. "I was taught many languages, diplomacy, ettiquette, fencing, martial arts varying in far too many techniques to count... My only weak point in lessons was that Davora was not the most technologically advanced planet. That proved to be its downfall. It was unable to defend itself and was destroyed..years ago now."

Her violet eyes looked very lost in thought for a moment before she continued. "The royal treasury was off world and is solely in my name now. That should account for my extravagant taste and flair for drama. " She grinned and glanced down at her obviously quite costly blood-red leather bodice and pants.

"It started out as my quest to find those responsible for the demise of my birthright and homeworld. Now I no longer give a damn. I'll take out my retribution on whoever is foolish enough to cross me. For many years now I have been the apprentice of Master Saurron LeStat. Sadly, he is allied with the Vampyres of Roon, whose very presence sickens me. So I find myself in need of another source of knowledge." Tiliting her head to one side and smiling devlishly she stated it how it was:

"That's where you come into the picture, Gav..."

[Gav Mortis]

"I'm flattered that you have chosen me, your highness." Gav teased with an amused smile, his bright eyes staring over his raised wine chalice. He drank then thanked the oddball waiter when he arrived with his entree; it was a cold soup of vegetables and spices; and wearing an impressed look, dipped his spoon and sampled.

"Not bad at all, I'm pleasantly suprised." He offered a spoonful to Shadana but she politely declined so he went about enjoying the rest of his soup occassionally breaking the comfortable silences with a question or two. He approached her about her previous training:

"What sort of skills did you learn from your old master?"

And then moved onto more personal matters:

"And if I may be so bold, tell me about your past and current attatchments. Emotional attatchments, not professional."

But as polite as his wording may have been, the fact remained that this was not a request and already, with great subtlety, Gav was setting into motion the master-apprentice shift.

[Razielle Shadana]

The soup didn't look or smell too bad, for mortal sustenance. Had she been in her other flesh she may have opted for a bite, but alas. She grinned at his mentioning her former title. Surely he could see how little it meant to her at this point? Sipping her wine she did her best to answer his questions in order. "Hmm let me see.. Master Saurron and I trained mainly with Vampyre combat techniques as well as with light sabers. She didn't want to talk too much about her time with Master Saurron, it still pained her that her Sire was with the others. Her eyes's narrowed.

Not at all bothered by his inquisition into her personal life, Razielle set her glass down and toyed with a lock of her hair, twirling it around her fingers and letting it pop back into a curl. "I have been married twice, with disastrous results. The first time was to General Jyanis Scorpion. We actually had a fine marriage until he abandoned me for the Jedi. We separated some years ago now.."

Examining the ends of her hair for split ends, she grinned seeing none - as usuall. "My second marriage is hardly note worthy it was so short. It was to Master Jedah Lynch. He and I just plain didn't suit."

A genuine smile, free of forced charm came across her features. "While I was married to Jedah, I made the acquaintance of Salem Ave.. He is the only being I have ever bequeathed with undeath. You could say I love him... but that would be putting it too mildly. Salem is my eternal companion and my very soul now.." She supposed it was not very keen for a Sith to love as she did, but that was just too damn bad.

[Gav Mortis]

"This Salem character seems quite a man. I'll have to meet him." Gav pondered thoughtfully then hid a mischievous smile by taking another sip of his soup. There the spoon remained, fixed between his lips in an impressive display of poor etiquette to compete with that of Razielle's leaning on the table. His eyes roamed about, staring at the ceiling in thought, then suddenly pulling the spoon from his mouth, continued.

"And Jedah Lynch; I knew him quite well back in the days of the Rogue Sith Order but it was with his apprentice, Havok, that I associated with most; a reputable Dark Jedi and quite skilled in the Sith arts if my memory serves me rightly."

Inwardly, Gav smirked, there was a gleam in his eyes as he thought of where he was back then and how he compared to his younger self; how far he had come along since then and he couldn't help but wonder how much would the likes of Lynch and Havok compare to himself were they to ever meet this day and age. Gav never took his power for granted, it was a gift and he intended to make the most of his blessings.

"Speaking of which, considering your training history, I see little point in going about developing your combat techniques any further. For now, at least. Tell me, Razielle, if there was one thing you would most love to do - one power you would most desire - what would it be? What are your deepest, darkest ambitions?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Ahhh now they were getting to the good stuff! Razielle leaned forward as if she were whispering words of endearment to a lover, or so it would appear to anyone with the audacity to watch them. "I want to learn magic. Combat is fine against the weak, but magic will benefit me against stronger enemies.."

It was very clear she had some score to settle.. "Anything that I can learn regarding this would be just peachy.." With a grin she sat back in her seat and sipped her drink looking to the dancefloor. She was definately thinking she was getting hungry..

[Gav Mortis]

"Magic, you say?" Gav repeated, raising an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on the vampire. Then teasingly added: "Looks like we'll have to see about that, I don't know if there's much I can do to help you with your request."

Then taking a napkin, he folded it into a rather intricate pattern then dipped it in his wine glass. He caught Razielle's eye and smiled. Then held one end of the napkin, soaked red, to one of the candles and set it alight. It burned with ferocity, the flames quickly devouring the cloth.

"Shiruch ton peosechum aufecumet, du rucha."

And as the flame died, it revealed, instead of blackened remains, a red rose in Gav's hand. He tucked it into Razielle's black hair and held out his hand.

"But the time for parlour tricks is over, if you want to see some real magic then you will give me the pleasure of one dance."

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle watched him with equal measures of envy and fascination. This was what she wanted. This kind of power. She hesitated to tell him about her one and only encounter with magic. Her skill was nowhere near as controlled as his, having never had any teachings or training, it had ended with her dining room erupting into flames. She'd tell him about the book eventually, she was sure..

The words he spoke even somewhat resembled the ones in her tome.. How very interesting. The scent of the rose stole to her as he tucked its stem into her hair. "if you want to see some real magic then you will give me the pleasure of one dance." She'd give him more than one. Razielle was a creature of pent up passions and somehow she didn't think her Salem would be up for dancing, so for tonight she would enjoy herself with Gav. It was, afterall, only dancing..

"I'd love to.." She slid her pale hand into his outstretched one and allowed him to lead her out onto the already overcrowded floor. There was simply no getting around it. Even if he was to be her Master, Gav definately personified temptation. But then again, so did she.. Fortunately she loved Salem and was quite capable of behaving. But she was still going to have fun tonight. With a grin clearly showing off her fangs, Razielle slid her arms around his neck and stepped a bit closer.

[Gav Mortis]

Large speakers pounded out heavy power chords and deafening percussion rythmns which made the music innitially difficult to dance to but together, Gav and Shadana came up with their own sensual dance complete with pelvic grinds and plenty of skin contact. They looked like a couple who didn't seem to care who was watching them as they got down to business. Gav kept one hand on her waist and in his other hand he held hers until he turned her and moved his hand from her waist to her rear. Taking a firm grip he tilted her back and kept hold of a hand so that she could lean backwards far enough so that she could see the people behind her. There was a trio of men who had removed their shirts and their sweaty, muscular torsos gleamed as they danced wildly to their favourite songs.

"Well," Gav whispered into Razielle's ear, leaning in close with a look of excitement in his eyes. "What do you think of them?"

[Razielle Shadana]

From her slightly upside down vantage point, the Vampyre peered at her would-be prey. They were definately easy on the eye, not that she really gave a damn, but it would make her charming them more interesting at least. She swallowed, already imagining their taste, her pale throat constricting with the motion. Two of them wold suit her quite nicely, but one of them was clearly on some sort of heavy intoxicant. The last thing she needed, upon meeting the Master she sought was to wind up on drugs.

"I think I am rather fond of the two on the right. The one on the left I find lacking.." Lifting her face back up to his and smiled devlishly. Although she was so far tilited back that she could easily touch the floor, Razielle felt surprisingly safe. She knew he wouldn't let her go. "Shall we go tempt them with our stunning personalities..?"

[Gav Mortis]

"Lets." Replied Gav, his predator eyes fixed on the burly, young men, and genlty he lifted Razielle until they were nose to nose once more. They shared a malicious smile and with both grace and discretion, made their way across to the dancing trio.

"Play along with me, my dear, and together we can enjoy our own three course meal." Gav whispered, taking a position behind Razielle he slipped one arm under hers and raised it so that her arm was above her head. He siezed her delicately by the wrists and pulled her other arm back and placed her hand on his backside. While this looked rather sensual and alluringly erotic, the position also pushed her cleavage forward a little so that it became the focus of attention.

"Now dance up against me." Gav looked up from the vampire's ear and smiled at the three men, giving them a 'Come and get her' look. They all seemed eager except he remembered that Razielle only wanted two of them and he reassured her quietly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of the third one."

[Razielle Shadana]

"I follow...." Razielle understood exactly what was going on. She was being tested to see how far her depravity ran. Fortunately, it ran quite deep. With her bare back to Gav's chest, and her arm raised and draped around his neck she began to move. Her hips rocking to the music and her eyes randomly settling on the three she was luring ever closer.

Much to her annoyance, they didn't seem to interested in being lurred in by her charming eyes. They seemed quite happy to leer at her exposed chest. Primates... The thought was for Gav. Razielle dropped her arm from around his neck and slowly ran her fingers down her throat, down her chest, down the curve of her hip. She thought the first guy in front was going to go ahead and lose it right then. Sliding down Gav, she swung her knees side to side until she was nearly on the ground then rose back up and turned to him.

Giving Gav a wink she stepped back into the embrace of her first victim who made the mistake of grabbing her in a manner that displeased her. His clumsy hands immediately reached up to squeeze at her assests. Turning into him with a smile, she backed him up against the wall and it apeared she whispered to him. But when the apparent conversation had been concluded, the cretin slid down the wall and slumped to the floor. Anyone who saw him would assume he had consumed too much alcohol. That is, until they took note of the two tiny wounds marring the side of his neck..

[Gav Mortis]

During Razielle's absence, Gav had allowed himself to become better acquainted with the other two men who were now laughing at their friend who appeared to have passed out from alcohol consumtion. The Sith joined in the laughter, then shared a false tale of embarrassing drinking exploits which struck up a new topic of discussion. Quickly gaining their friendship, Gav introduced his female friend, Shadana, who was writhing against one of the pilars on the dancefloor periphery.

"Now my friend," Gav said, taking one of the men aside with a hand wrapped around his arm, then gave him a quizzical look. "You did say your name was Zall, right? Short for Zaltron?"

The man nodded, his eyes reluctant to avert their gaze from Shadana and her enticing dance. Gav grinned knowingly and placed his hand on Zalls bare back, urging him in closer so that he could speak quietly into his ear. The man lurched a little, losing his balance and almost fell over before Gav secured his other hand on his waist keeping him upright, now against another pilar on the edge of the dancefloor.

"Take it easy there, pal." Gav laughed, a hand massaged the back of Zalls neck comfortingly and his hazy eyes rolled around in his head thanks to the drug he had taken earlier. Again, Gav leaned in.

"My friend is quite the temptress, isn't she? She is very skilled and I'm sure she'll more than accomodate for the needs of both you and your buddy before the night is over. Just give her time to work her magic on him and then it will be your turn."

[Razielle Shadana]

Locking her hands behind the pillar, Razielle leaned very far forward giving her gawking little audience a better view. Locking her eyes on Gav's, only for a second before moving to the next course, she smiled and licked her lips expectantly. He seemed to be handling the drug induced fellow well. Actually it appeared he was holding him up for the most part, at this point.

Eye's snapping back to the final member of the trio, she let go of the pillar and tumbled forward into his arms. Lucky for her, even luckier for him, he caught her and lifted her up into his arms with a hand at the small of her back and one below her knees. Looping her arms around his neck she whispered to him. "Nice catch..."

Spinning her around once, he began to head off with her in the opposite direction of Gav. Intrigued she tilted her head to peer at him. "Abduction..?"

Plopping down into a couch with Razielle in his arms, he nodded back towards his friend and Gav. "Not really. I just wanted away from your friend. Can't have you thinkin' of him while you're entertaining me." He grabbed her by the back of the neck and crushed his mouth against her own without much warning. Disgusted she shoved away from him and turned her head. He may not be on drugs but he reeked of alcohol.

Her would be food didn't appreciate her cold rebuffal and slapped her. "What?!? You gonna dance like that then tell me NO???" Rage went through her just then. No damn cretin in a bar was going to demand her attention, especially not one of his ilk. However infuriated she was she downcast her eyes to hide it.

"Sorry, love.." Leaning into him, she felt his anger drain away. He inhaled at the side of her neck as she leaned ever closer. Reaching up she turned his face and noxious breath away as she nuzzled his neck. "Damn, woman! You smell pretty..." Rolling her eyes at the weak compliment she sank her fangs into his neck and drank.

With a roar of fury he grabbed her once more by the neck, this time he threw her off him and onto the floor. "Damn whore bit me!" Way passed pissed off now, Razielle slid her jewled pin out of her hair, its stem as sharp as any dagger and plunged it into the front of his throat - if only to shut him up for good. Retrieving her weapon and shoving the scum back onto the couch, Razielle spun around to glare at the patrons who were backing up. Bouncers were being told of the murder and beginning to shuffle forward to apprehend her.

Vaulting over the couch and back to Gav she wondered how he had fared with his evenings entertainment. When she arrived at his side she had the grace to muttered a manner of apology. "Botched that one. He wasn't as weak as I thought. Shall we...?" The music never stopped. The lights never ceased their flashing and Razielle's smiled was very bloodstained.

[Gav Mortis]

"Tell me, Zall, tell me about yourself." Gav said with intrigue, the corner of his mouth curled up into a half grin as he looked on at the young man who was clealy bewildered by the Siths interest in him. Gav laughed and patted him on the shoulder once more. "Come, come, my friend, it's not like I asked for your hand in marriage. I would like to know more about you for her--"

"Well, alright. Only if it's for her though." Replied Zall, nodding in Razielle's direction, Gav nodded with understanding. "I mean, she's so frelling hot - wouldn't you just want to get up in there and hit that?"

"Yes, repeatedly." Gav said coolly but the distaste was etched into his face and he sneered at the drugged young man. Then smiling sweetly, he allowed his hand to gently run down the centre of Zalls bare chest and shocked, he quickly stepped back but Gav was upon him. A quick shove and Zall was sent falling into a booth where Gav quickly leapt on top of him.

"That wasn't the wisest of decisions now, was it, Zall?" Gav grinned, sat casuallly on the mans stomach, leaning forward and holding down the youngsters struggling hands with unnatural strength. He laughed, clearly entertained, then slowly leaned forward and traced the tip of his tongue across Zalls cheek.

"Argh! What the frell do you want with me?" He cried out in disgust, still struggling to free himself while Gav, still leaning forward, ran his tongue to his ear and whispered.

"Let me tell you of our little secret, my friend. We are the predators and you are our prey and we want nothing more--" Gav jerked suddenly and one of his hands wrapped itself around Zalls throat and squeezed so that he couldn't cry for help. He now looked down at his prey with a firey glow in his wide, manic eyes. "--than to see your insides!"

Then Gav lurched forward and sunk his teeth into the mans face, he writhed and choked under the Sith, desperately attempting to cry for help. At the same time, there came a screaming from across the club where Razielle could be found, clearly she had also made her move. Gav bit again and again and again until Zalls face was a shadow of its former self, now a mutilated, bloody mask of flesh.

"Goodnight sweet prince." Gav gasped, pulling himself away from Zall. He spat a mouthful of blod in his face then with a hefty wrench against his head, his neck buckled and cracked and Zall went limp beneath him. Gav stood and turned to meet Razielle, he laughed, they looked as bad as each other.

"Shall we?" She asked.

"Lets." He answered, then gave her a curt bow and took her hand as any gentleman would do. "But first--"

He turned them around so that they faced on the oncoming crowd and beamed with sadistic excitement. It was time for a massacre.

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle could get quite used to the company of this particular Sith Master. Gav was nothing short of charming and there was something to be said about his mouth covered in blood. The man would make a splendid Vampyre.. With a flourish, she produced a lacy handkerchief from within her bodice. It was mildly scented with her perfumed oil, but she didn't suppose he would overly mind. With great care, she gently dabbed at the trickle of fresh blood on his lips as he bowed over her hand. It was more like being at Court again then ensconced in the slummy club.

"But first--" He was right. Her admiration would have to wait, they had many partners awaiting a dance with the Fiendish Lord and Lady. With a charming smile, Razielle ran her thumb along Gav's hand that was holding her own. "Yes, of course.. our public awaits."

Slipping her hand free of his, Razielle stepped forward right into the middle of the first two brainless brutes. They went down quickly as a warning to all who watched that although she may appear a delicate graceful female... She was also a viscious killer. As the two men closed in on her her vampyric claws extended from her fingertips and plunged into both of their throats simultaneously. Curling her fingers upward, she ripped their necks apart and moved on with a melodic little laugh.

[Gav Mortis]

"Expertly done, my dear." Gav complemented Razielles grusome killings with a polite applause before allowing the dinner knife from the meal earlier to drop from his sleeve and into his hand. In a heartbeat, it was driven straight through the windpipe of the nearest man; he spluttered and gargled as he stumbled backwards then fell silent as he crashed down onto the floor.

"Who's next? Ladies?" He addressed two young, scantily clad women; they were already backing away but it was too late for one who saw a champagne flute soar across the room towards her, it broke against a pilar in transit and in losing its base now had a very sharp, protruding glass stem. The broken glass skimmed across her stomach and instantaneously her intestines began to litter the already bloody floor.

"And not so fast, missy." Gav cried out as the second lady ran in terror; but it was too late for her also; a chill filled the room and icy breath escaped the Sith's lips: "The festivities have only just begun."

In that moment it seemed like a vortex had opened where the lady was running and all the cold air was sucked into the one location in the room; the floor was smooth with ice now and the woman slipped on it and cried out in fright. Then to her utmost dismay, the leg on which her weight rested turned pale, then blue and hard. She screamed out in agony as her frozen leg shattered from the knee down and she fell to the floor, rolling in pain. Gav looked across to his mouth-watering accomplice and smiled.

"Your move."

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle looked on with amazement matched with lust. Lust for the power that so easily was unleashed. The silly woman flailed a bit before sliding and ultimately going down on the ice. As it snaked up her leg, an icy claw chilling the limb brittle, the Vampyre was willing to do whatever was necessary to learn the arts. However for her audience macabre, she merely laughed. "You must teach me that one, Gav.."

As the Angel of Death, Razielle moved to finish the art that Gav had started on the woman. The heels of her boots crunched through the ice as she neared. The woman remained writhing in pain on the floor. Vainly clawing at the pieces of her shattered limb as if she could gather them all, they would again be made whole. With a laugh Razielle grabbed the woman by her hair and yanked her head back cruelly. But tempering the fierceness of her hold, her other hand stroked down the woman's tear streaked and contorted face. Melodically Razielle sang:

"Hush little baby....
don't make a sound....
Soon you'll lay...
in the cold hard ground.."

Less than a second past, but the soft lines of Razielle face changed into a snarl as her fangs sank into the throat of the woman ripping into her jugular. With a moan of pleasure, the vampyre dropped the useless corpse to the floor and made a dainty wipe at her mouth, then spun around to see who was next on the menu.

[Gav Mortis]

Razielle turned to find that Gav had already gone about taking apart a young couple with military efficiency; a dagger had been driven into the woman's chest and her partner ran to save her except when his eyes met those of his would be killer the young man screamed out and spontaneously combusted. The smell of charred flesh filled the air as the burning body writhed desperately on the floor, Gav snarled at the dying woman in his arms then released her to join her dying lover.

"I grow tired of entertaining these cretins, my dear. Feast on what you will then join me outside."

Abruptly, Gav strided out of the nightclub and waited to be joined by Razielle who, judging my the last fleeting cries, was satisfying her insatiable hunger some more down below. Pleased that the night had been so productive, he clasped his hands behind his back and patiently waited, listening to the sound of approaching sirens.

[Razielle Shadana]

The few remaining patrons fell quickly. Most had fled at the first sign that Razielle and Gav weren't about to be apprehended by the club's would be security. Gav was right, they were cretins. They didn't even put up much of a struggle, just lay there screaming as death came to them.

Razielle did leave one alive though. One sole survivor to leave as a testimony of their presence. Standing before the quivering young man, she sank down to straddle his lap, his breath came in short, rapid bursts of hyperventilation. "Dear boy, I do believe you've soiled yourself. You'll never attract a girl that way. Of course.. you probably never will at all when I'm done.."

Taking his face in her hands to hold his babyish cheeks steady, Razielle lowered her mouth and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. Retreating, only for a minute to smile coldly, she kissed him again, this time parting his lips with her tongue and kissing him deeply coaxing a response. The moment she felt his tongue brush her own, she acted.

A tortured cry split the night air outside the club.

Razielle spit the boy's severed tongue across the room and wiped his blood from her face onto her sleeve. She nodded to the sound of the approaching sirens. "Tell them... in whatever means you can. Tell them of our strength, take it as a warning.' He nodded through his tears, holding his hands over his mouth that was gushing blood.

Dismissing him as unimportant, Razielle left the building to join Gav outside.

[Gav Mortis]

When Razielle emerged at the top of the staircase leading from the nightclub depths, Gav was busy tying his wavy hair back and inspecting his reflection in the window of a liquor store. He straightened his shirt collar and idly brushed the sleeves of his jacket until he tilted his head back and frowned. His fingers came to his neck and ran along the length of a long, thin scar stretching across his exposed neck.

"This scar," He began, finally acknowledging the appearance of his sultry partner in crime. "I've had this scar since I was ten years old; I wish it wasn't so noticeable; and at the time there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. It reminds me of how defenseless I was and it reminds me of the universal constant that the strong will always prey upon the weak; and so shall we."

A careless shrug and Gav joined Razielle, taking her arm in his, they strolled away from the crimescene at a comfortable pace, the red light and screeching of approaching police vehicles on their backs. By the time the city watch begin a search for the pair responsible for the massacre at The Virgin Ego both he and the vampire mistress will be gone.

"There was a time, a few years ago, when I would've felt an inkling of remorse for my actions but not anymore; now I see what we do as nothing more than perpetuating a never-ending circle of senseless violence and cruelty. We are the monsters, Razielle, that is our purpose and one can either resist the inevitable or embrace that which he really is; and I am a killer, my dear. And so are you. A very beautiful killer."

[Razielle Shadana]

If the scar troubled him so much, it could be repaired. Razielle's eye's rested upon the imperfection. However, she rather thought it gave him a dangerous flair, that and it was a psychological reminder for him of who he was. It shouldn't be tampered with, not without good reasons.

Her eyes's moved from the scar to the soft pulse of a deliciously blue vein.. Even though she had just fed and fed rather well, it was a temptation. His blood would be decidedly stronger than the slime of humanity she had just fed on. But she didn't bother to delude herself, one slip and Gav could and more importantly would kill her. That, was the very reason it was such an exciting thought to ponder. Sighing she smiled. Ahh, perhaps someday...

Walking with her arm, chivalrously tucked into his own, Razielle beamed at the praise. She was quite adept at killing and any qualms she had about doing so had died years ago, the day Saurron had taken her life and she had been reborn to this one. "Thank you, Gav. I am sure my talents shall blossom under your tutelage."

She wasn't quite sure where they were heading now, Iziz and Onderon were still a tad unfamiliar to her. She was sure whatever the Sith Master had in store for her now though, would prove most entertaining indeed.