[@BlackPanther]

How perfect...

Just by his subtle actions alone, she could tell he was eating this up, the fool submitting to her dastardly charms she worked with such vaudevillian flair.  His touches, the way his eyes closed ever blissful as her hand caressed his chiseled expression, the excitement in his face as his hand felt of her breast, so perfect.  Now all she had to do was seal the deal and this hybrid was hers.

Well...it would have gone that way, only for one rather...overlooked issue standing behind her, fuming with jealous rage.

Camille, her sweetheart, she couldn't blame the girl for wanting to be so...possessive of her, but right now, it wasn't benefiting the plan in any way, and Rebecca had to learn that grievous error unfortunately.  His hands, tight and firm they grasped her curvy hips, whirling her around with masculine force to behold the blue haired teen, already looking like she was ready to pounce on Vladimir...and not for the reasons her Mistress was simply implying.  Of course she wasn't an idiot, and she certainly as hell wasn't a fucking whore!  So in truth, while she seemed to be [i]enjoying[/i] this [i]charming[/i] brute getting rough with her, she was reeling with disgust on the inside, repulsed at a man of all things....touching her.  Then...that whisper, oh so condescending it was to the woman's ears...and indeed lecherous, even so without the repugnant grace of his dry, cracked lips, his searing hot breath and his fangs against the nape of her neck.  She had to bite her lip hard just to stifle a moan, not of pleasure mind you.

Damn, he was onto them again, as if he wasn't in the first place when she was pulling her little act, but Rebecca, she still knew how to salvage this one before it crashed into flames, and also how to keep her beloved's jealousy in check.

[color=ed1c24]~"Oh...how rude of me."~[/color]  She giggled softly turning to face him, a sly slip of her tongue teasingly across his rough cheek.  May fires from the heavens above consume her whole if she had to do that again.   She then looked at Camille, the girl seeming to loosen up a bit as the eyes of her Mistress meet hers in a longing stare, her tense muscles giving and her face, once hardened and red with vehement fury....now a soft, languid gaze towards the vampire beauty.  Rebecca summoned her to come closer, a tempting wag of her slender index finger, the girl obliging with a lurid smile.  [color=ed1c24]~"I shouldn't exclude my sweet little Camille from all the [i]fun[/i] we're going to have, shouldn't I?"~[/color]  She said to Vlad, now working her charms on the youngling in her clutches, a relief after having that barbarian groping her.  Her hand cupped the girl's petite chin, lifting her face to meet the woman's, Camille's pale lips salivating for what was to happen next.  Then, the kiss, so sweet and sensual, Camille practically swooning with excitement; the rush of endorphin overtaking her petite, young body and causing her to lean in closer to the woman locking lips with her.  Their lips parted, Rebecca tenderly petting the teen with a deep, satisfied smile crossing her lips.  Then, she motioned her towards Vlad, her smirk ever widening, Camille's that was.  Twas as if she [i]knew[/i] what to do, slowly, like a lioness circling her prey, moving to the man's other side and slipping behind him.

[color=ed1c24]~"Now then...where were we?"~[/color]  Rebecca resumed facing Vlad, grabbing him once more by his hips and forcing herself into him, only this time it was her lips attacking his neck in an array of kisses and playful nibbles with the mere tips of her fangs, Camille following suit from behind as her frail arms wrapped around his waist.  They had him.  

Now....the real fun could begin.

[color=ed1c24][i]Camille...now![/i][/color]

In one sudden motion the girl released her grip from the bastard, seizing him by his two toned mane.  There was a click of metal, a flash of silver as she pulled something solid, pressing it to his temple, a slightly modified .45 caliber pistol, hissing through her fangs clenched in paroxysm, [color=6ecff6]"Playtime's over, fuckface!"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]~"Mind the language, sweetie.  No need to be rude to our [i]humble acquaintance[/i].  Good work on subduing him however.  I'll be sure to give you a [i]special reward[/i] later tonight."~[/color]  Rebecca said with a snicker, her own gun as well drawn on Vladimir.  [color=ed1c24]~"As for you, Vladdy-boy, sorry if we ruined the evening for you, but you're the last man I would ever allow to violate me, if any were honestly."~[/color]  A bitter remark as she clicked off the safety with her thumb, fingers wrapped around the deadly weapon.  [color=ed1c24]~"And if you're going to ask, no, we're not part of that bloody Caper coven.  Who we work for is none of your concern, at least not yet, but he has taken interest in the recent feuds between your family and the other ruling clans and has ordered us to make contact with you.  So, if you do not wish to meet your untimely fate at the end of my gun barrel, then I suppose you better start speaking.  Might want to hurry though darling.  Cammie tends to be a little trigger happy when we're out on missions."~[/color]