Angel Vicky

~Bonsoir~

It may have been not very much time to plan the murder of Lord Spencer, but time was of the essence. The longer they waited, the riskier it was for him to find out and thwart their plan. She felt somewhat guilty at having to resort to using Vail to dispatch her enemy. However, she could not do it alone and she was rewarding him her entire lifetime of blood as recompense. As Vail explained to her to wrap the silver in cloth, she nodded at his request. “Do not worry, I will ensure you can handle the merchandise. Just make sure to wear gloves.” She assured him confidently. “I know how…disgusted you are by it.” She almost chuckled thinking back to how she teased him with the box of ammo on their walk home last time. How he jumped, he couldn’t get far enough away, like a phobia. Seeing an all-powerful vampire succumb to something as simple as a piece of metal.

She listened to his proposal of dispatching the Lord Spencer. Both were plausible. Yet her shot was not accurate enough with a pistol. “I have only just began training with a pistol. I have a much better shot with a bow and arrow or crossbow with silver bolts. But those items are harder to conceal on my persons.” She would have to be ready to point blank shoot Spencer in the heart should Vail’s shot miss, however. “I will be the one to distract Spencer long enough for you to pull the trigger, I’m not confident with the gun yet, I could easily harm you in the process. But I shall be prepared to shoot nonetheless.” She turned on her heel to leave. “One more thing though, Lord Hygrace….should he have to feed on me, I will let him, try not to get jealous….as it will cloud your judgement…” She instructed the Lord firmly. She didn’t want anything to compromise her mission.

Although she wondered if he would only get jealous if another vampire fed on her blood when it was promised to him. He certainly didn’t like that other vampire trying to feed on her. She had an inkling that he already had a possessive nature toward her that came with addiction. She was his drug and he wanted exclusive access….yet he did not stipulate that others could not have her blood. Or in other ways. Would another vampire’s touch ire Vail if Victoria reacted in that same pleasurable way that was not by his hand? She could be wonder…

“Until we next meet…” She bowed lightly before departing from the summer house with hand firmly on her wound as she walked out of the door.

~Bonsoir~

As Vail traced his finger along her forearm, she shuddered. In the darkness, she couldn’t see much less anticipate any of his movements or actions. The sudden touch was sensuous in itself to only be able to feel it. Without her sight, her other senses heightened, especially touch. If this was his way of torturing her, he was doing a fantastic job. Never had she felt such a tenderness upon her skin there. It wasn’t a customary thing in society to touch other than hands for handshakes, shoulders and hip touches for dances. And of course the back of the hand, where Vail had once himself kissed the Lady at the party. Some part of her thought he was enjoying teasing her.

Victoria felt a sigh of relief escape from her lips as Vail declined to get out of this bargain. He was so dedicated to finishing Spencer off just to get ensure he had a lifetime supply of her blood. As he met her gaze, she felt a tug at her chest. A dull ache even. Like there was something…missing. She wanted more. His touch ended too quickly for her liking and she missed it already. When Vail explained that she was worth it, she knew he only meant her blood. That was the only thing special about her.

“Very well. I shall plan a special cut for Spencer. I’ll store the weapons here for you to retrieve before the event. I shall write to him for a meeting next week. We shall reconvene here once more before the curtain rises on our plan.” Victoria declared with resolve, she even clenched her fist tightly. She stood up slowly, feeling her wound was fine enough to walk back home with and bandage over. She just hoped she wouldn’t trip over in the darkness outside. The last thing she’d want is to attract a random vampire here to the grounds.

“And how do you plan on dispatching our…friend?” The Lady asked Lord Hygrace outrightly. She needed to know his method of hunt, how he planned to kill a rival vampire. What would he do if he failed? What would she do if Spencer found out before they executed their plan? There would be no place to run, no place to hide. It was do or die.

~Bonsoir~

She too enjoyed the silence between them, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was if enjoying post coital bliss in the state of euphoria. Victoria inhaled deeply just as Vail began to speak. She listened to him suggest his idea, to which she nodded. “I can certainly do that. I was thinking about distracting him with my blood so he wouldn’t smell the silver. But the question is just how much of my blood does he need to smell…? And if he tries to feed on me, will he drain me before you can even get to him?” She worriedly expressed, he would hear the concern in her voice. She’d never fought a vampire before either except when she slashed Vail’s leg to get him off her.

“Either way there is great risk to both of us, we need to plan this out carefully to the very last detail. We cannot fail on the first attempt otherwise, there will be no second chance. And we will both be hunted to the end of days.” Victoria sighed as she contemplated the consequences of their failure. She could see why he nearly whispered, who knows who lurked out in the dark. Surely Vail would have smelled them though and disposed of them or kept hidden or quiet. Especially if Spencer was lurking.

Feeling the confidence to move, she applied her hand to her wound, taking over from Vail’s hand. She pushed herself up from the chaise lounge, as she rose, her hair brushed against the side of his face. She cleared her throat and removed her legs from his lap and placed her feet on the floor. She now sat next to him on the cushioned seat, she covered her legs over with her long skirt so she wouldn’t feel cold. “We need to decide when to make our move…the timing must be right.” She explained. Time was always of the essence in these things. “You can always back out you know….we don’t have to continue the bargain.” She didn’t hold him to a contract, it was entirely his choice. “You can walk away at any time.” She turned her face to look at him, or what she could see in the dark. But she knew he was there, and he could see better in the dark than she could. He would see her melancholic eyes glinting in what little light there was reflected from them. Other than her blood, she couldn’t see him sticking around for anything more. It just depended on how addicted he was to it. Once her blood would be compromised in any way, she’d never see him again.

~Bonsoir~

Oh yeah, my first module was all about how cities can be greener. I really enjoyed it.

~Bonsoir~

So you create a building, then I can come and environmentally manage it and audit their EMS XD

~Bonsoir~

Yeah I love the environment and I care about my planet.

~Bonsoir~

Loved every second of it ^_^

~Bonsoir~

A documentary about the films that were filmed in Wales to promote tourism in the country. I pitched the idea, won the commission and managed the entire project myself. It was only 5 minutes long but took 4 months to film and edit.

~Bonsoir~

I think there's more in interior design that is practical and its a service people want.

By Media I mean, film making, writing, directing. I've made a documentary for tv. And I've worked on a tv news crew for a bit.

~Bonsoir~

The Lady probably enjoyed his touch more than the Lord touched her. It was clear by the expression on her face, if one could see it in the darkness. The way she contorted her facial expressions, the way she bit her bottom lip as his hands shifted from her wrists to her hips. She flinched but only because she was so sensitive from unaccustomed to being touched there. It was the same thrill she felt when he first laid his hand on the small of her back during their dance. She remembered it fondly, the closeness, the dream like feeling when he twirled her, all came rushing back to make her heart pound even harder. Something about him drove her primal instincts wild as a woman and she couldn’t hide it as he loosened his grip from her wrists, she used that opportunity to move her right hand to his shoulder. She gripped it firmly as he lapped up her blood. Surely, Vail sensed her rising temperature, her pounding heart throughout the ordeal.

Victoria sensed he liked the power that he had over her in this predator-prey relationship. As he released his fangs from her waist and used his hand to cover the wound to stop the flow of blood, she breathed a sigh of relief that the pain was over. It felt like a scratch going in and a scratch being puled out but one the fangs were in and they were still, she didn’t feel any pain. Just as if she were placed on a drip. She just felt his tongue against her soft skin. She stared up at the ceiling breathing deeply in and out, trying not to focus on the blood element of their sordid little secret. She closed her eyes then and thought back to their dance. This calmed her more than anything. She could still hear the music echo in the back of her mind.

With a contented sigh she stayed still to let the wound heal over and clot. She didn’t need to ask if the man enjoyed his drink, she knew he did. Even though she needed to move onto business, she wished there was more pleasure mixed in. Alas, this was the only closeness they would share, every third night. Until she died. But it was better than being Spencer’s blood bag every day and bleeding her dry within a few months. The more she thought about it as she resumed staring into space, she realised, there wouldn’t be room for anyone else, what vampire would share his prey with anyone else? Even if they weren’t drinking her blood, they’d prevent her meeting with him at midnight. She’d have to keep it secret and lie to everyone. The only way out now was if he set her free of this blood pact. Which wasn’t likely since he seemed to enjoy her blood like a drug.