Thread: A Fracture in the Balance (Translucentfeathers & Beelzing)

RE A Fracture in the Balance translucentfeathers x beelzing Those teasing warm fingers left a trail of heat and slight blush of borrowed blood under pale skin in their wake. When the woman's dark fingers cupped her jaw she felt herself lean subconsciously into that warm hand. Leona's thumb was brushing over hrler lips before slipping past them to sweep over the pointed fang closest to the appendage. A moment later, the smell of Leona's blood was in the air and so close to her tongue. There were traces, subtle hints of the woman's blood left on the fang the woman had pierced her thumb with and it had her delicately tracing her tongue along the sharp smooth surface for a taste. It wasn't bitter or vile as the stories had led her to believe, no...it was rich and smooth with a thrilling bite to it. Claire's eyes hungrily swept over her companion then, lingering on the smooth swell of her breasts, the long curve of her throat. She wanted a better taste. Wanted more. Practice, she purred before flashing her a sharp smile. There was a bit of a commotion as the attentions of the guests of the evening were called to review the negotiations. While Claire's interests were currently more invested in potential the evening could take by this woman's side, she knew it would be important to be seen at least pretending to listen. So, with a slight brush of pale fingers against the soft warm skin of her arm, Claire offered her an apologetic smile before joining the masses gathering for the debriefing. As she moved closer she noticed something was wrong. Rather than the ambassadors all standing together at the head of the floor, it was simply the representatives of the vampire race along with noted leaders of local covens and Lords of any higher ranking families...her own father standing at the head. Ladies and gentlemen, she heard his silken voice begin. Claire recognized the subtle tones and charms he was using in his voice, the evidence of him attempting to calm and put the humans under a state of thrall only slightly terrifying. Unfortunately this evening has taken a less than favorable turn for most of you. Your ambassadors are dead- The crowd erupted in sounds of anger and shock. My dear fellow citizens, this is the dawn of a new age, he breathed, eyes flashing over the crowd dangerously. A new beginning. My dearest brothers and sisters, he soothed, his attentions being turned towards the rest of his kind in the room. This is our day... Claire listened in disbelief as he went on to describe the old ways and the revival of the belief systems and codes her kind used to aspire to. Hunting werewolves and those deemed 'unedible' for sport, the rest being sorted out into servants, blood slaves and cattle to feed the masses and reproduce. Horror sank in when she noticed how the exits had been barred and the windows shut while he continued. His voice carried a sense of calm to the humans in the room, though the collective snarling and obvious discord from the werewolves was going to drown him out soon. He called to them then, her family and any other vampires within the hall to join them in their rightful place dominating the world and other races. She watched in shock as so many of her kind stepped forward, joining the group of radicals. Claire felt herself grow cold when she noticed one of her coven spot her in the crowd, unmoving, and brought it to the attention of her father and the newly established brotherhood of vampire lords and coven leaders. She saw looks ranging from disapproval to hatred as some of the leaders bared their teeth at her, others stepping forward to no doubt end her for her refusal to step forward. Claire watched as her father merely held up a placating hand, silencing the otherd at his side. He moved towards her then, stepping down off of the stand he had been preaching his insanity from to approach her with the grace in movement of an century of living. Claire...you dare defy the will of your own? She held his gaze quietly for a moment. This is senseless...you're talking about attempting to wipe out entire races and enslaving the rest. This isn't right, she said with a quiet shake of her head. You can't- The sharp crack of his palm across her cheek sent her head snapping to the side, the mask on her face becoming free and flying off. Weak, he hissed. You are no daughter of mine. He turned then, addressing the others. Kill her, if she or any others of our kind wish to die with these mutts let them- There was a flash of someone rushing her father as a faceless male werewolf tackled him, spurning on a shift in the atmosphere. The hold over the humans shattered and she could almost taste the panic and fear in the air. Pure chaos broke out as the other vampires rushed forward to aide her father, werewolves all around her snarling and running to meet them, some remaining in human form while others turned, using their teeth and claws on anything unfortunate enough to fall across their path. With a panicked gasp at the sharp metallic smell of blood in the air Claire back peddled away from the carnage, turning to glance around desperately for an exit.