A Fever You Just Can't Sweat Out (Open)

Mora was dancing.

This club was fast becoming her favorite place to be, the humans here were so eager for just a tinge of affection, she had them eating out of the palm of her hand. The last time she'd been here, so had Sorin, and she may have been looking for him. They'd had a thing way back when, last century, at that fun little masquerade.

But right now she was hungry.

She had her eye on another ginger, this one was less eager than the rest of the blonds and brunettes around her, but a few glances had him dancing with her. Or maybe it was her black mini skirt and bellyshirt with matching highheeled boots... Who could tell?

Laughing at some dumb joke he'd decided to crack, Mora wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his pulse vibrate through her whole body. Boy, would he be tasty.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, meeting his hazel eyes with something that looked like adoration. Her fingers lost themselves in his hair as they stared each other down, and without using any compulsion at all, she cocked her head toward the entrance to the alleyway on the side of the bar. He grinned wolfishly at her and nodded, but not before he pressed a hard kiss to her lips. Possessive.

He tasted like firewhiskey and a good time.

She let herself get lost in the kiss, smirking against his lips. This one would be tasty, that was for sure.

He had no idea what these feelings we and he wasn't entirely sure he liked them. He'd never felt like this before so he couldn't explain what it was he was feeling. He knew it was for her though. Everytime he spotted her it was like his stomach leapt causing him to feel weird. It wasn't right and he didn't like how confused it made him.

"Not now Jeffrey. Im really not in the mood." He said downing his glass of blood and passing it to the man before him.

"Okay master another time maybe." Jeffrey muttered as Rush walked past.

"uh huh." He said absentmindedly as he walked through the club. He'd spotted her. She was on the hunt as usual and that alone was enough to put a smile on his face. Any guy had no chance against her. He almost felt sorry for them.

He walked up behind her and whispered into her ear. "Try not to drain him dry love. It draws too much attention."

Amora had been enjoying the kiss when she felt the presence of another immortal close by. She broke the kiss eagerly, shivering delightedly as he whispered in her ear.

She turned with a winning smile, only to have it drop into a pout. "You aren't Sorin." She said accusingly, as if it were his fault entirely.

She turned back to her ginger, only to find him, and the other mortals, scattered away from her as if she'd concocted the plague.

"My dinner." She whined. "You've scared them all off." She turned back to him, still pouting.

Suddenly changing tactics, she wrapped her arms around his neck instead, secretly loving the feeling of his heartbeat against her. His scent washed over her and went straight to her head, making her grin at him more than a little bit hungry. "What do you say? Want a bite?" She murmured, raising her eyes from the vein in his neck to his eyes. Her fingers tangled into his hair as she pulled him even closer.

"Per favore, Maestro?" She whispered, her lips at his ear.

He frowned. "Sorin is a fool." He said just standing there as she attached herself around his neck. He knew what she was doing and it just wasn't going to work. His blood was addictive, he knew that much and it seemed to remembered how it tasted now.

He smiled and looked down into her eyes. "I would love a bite." He said leaning his head to angel towards her neck. "Excuse me." He whispered into her ear, releasing himself from her grasp and making his way to a pretty little blond that had caught his eye. He'd had enough trying to make her see reason. She either forgave him and moved on or she left. His blood was no longer going to play a part in their relationship.

Mora grinned, shivering delightedly as his breath brushed her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut, but snapped back open at his words. She watched him go, his name pulsating in her throat, she reached for him...

Then snatched her hand back. If he wanted to hunt he could hunt. If he wanted to tease, then let him. There were other places she could go, other people she could feed on. The world did not revolve around Aurmerle.

Not anymore.

She ducked her head so her hair fell forward. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone. Not anymore.

She turned away from both of them, turned on her Vampire speed, and was gone.