Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Laela and Ander exited the club together, stepping out into the cold night air. Laela crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her slender arms with her hands in an unconscious pantomime of a human warming herself against a chill. Listen, Ill join you at the house a little later, okay? I need to walk awhile....plus, I didnt eat fully tonight, so Im still hungry. Ander gave her a noncommittal shrug, and smiled devilishly. Okay, fine by me. Im still hungry myself, so I planned on catching a bite or two later anyway. With that, he kissed her on each cheek, and went back into the club. Laela closed her eyes and concentrated. She didnt know why she was so intrigued by this one human - she hadnt experienced this feeling ever before in all her years. But, she was one to trust her instincts, as they hardly ever failed her. Since the man had passed this way only minutes earlier, she could still pick up his heat and scent signature easily with her extraordinary senses. She hummed softly to herself as she leisurely began to follow the path he had taken, taking her time. His signature led her to one of the seedier hotels in the area. She frowned at his choice of lodging, as it just didnt jive with the impression she had formed of him that he would be into drugs - and if he just wanted an easy fuck, she knew he could do much better than the sorry whores who worked this area. She quickly detected he was no longer at the hotel, and so continued tracking him, not wanting to question her motives for pursuing this one man too closely. As she approached the parking garage, Laela sensed a familiar and hated evil mingled with the mans scent. Vardon! she choked out between clenched teeth. Although she always kept a low-level cloak on the signatures she put out, she quickly cloaked her presence entirely so that the powerful being would not be able to detect her. He almost never traveled alone, and always was up to something nefarious, so she proceeded with the utmost caution. She knew how truly dangerous he was, and took no chances. Knowing there was only one exitentrance in this structure, she plastered her back against the outside wall of the building, completely invisible to the naked eye, and waited. Suddenly, a gust of foul air belched from inside the garage as Vardon flew out and away, oblivious to her standing there. It was all she could do to keep herself from retching, the strong scent signature of her nemesis bringing up all the hate and disgust she had for the creature. Her senses pricked as she wondered if Vardon had lured the man she pursued to his death. But no, she sensed his heartbeat and scent signature, so somehow he had survived the encounter. Cohorts, then? Her blood began to boil and fury beat in her chest as she felt self-loathing for being intrigued by a man who would choose to associate with someone as vile as Vardon. Just then, that very man appeared at the entrance, and Laela pounced without thought, violently throwing her lithe body at the man with enough strength and momentum to knock him over, and they both crashed to the ground with her on top. She quickly and gracefully straddled his upper chest, her knees pinning down his upper arms on either side of his head, and her forearms pressing his forearms down into the ground as she grabbed the back of his hair in her fists to hold him immobile. Who the fuck ARE you, and what business do you have with Vardon? she growled with a deceptively soft voice into his face, her glowing amber eyes mere inches from his, her long dark hair encircling them both.