Thread: Inside Boulevard 9 [DamonHuntington x Love]

td The music and atmosphere seemed to take all of the humans into a trance-like state, as far as Demetrius could see. Everyone seemed to bow down to the feelings of debauchery and pleasure that ran rampant in the club it's as they could feel, deep within their bones, that this was a place that screamed of forbidden desires and guilty pleasures. The vampire pressed his back against the seat with great satisfaction, relaxing more and more as the night progressed. He seemed to have visited a place that completely corresponded to his expectations. The sight of two eyes briefly looking at him soon snapped him out of his nocturnal reveries. The woman that gazed at him shortly seemed to have a regal aura, as if she controlled the place - which in fact could be the truth, as Demetrius recognised her face from somewhere. She seemed to be influential and powerful exactly the type of person he'd be willing to corrupt to the bone and then some more after some degree of begging and discipline. The prospect made him shiver with anticipation... maybe she should be his victim for the night until she was made breathless. The arrival of the waiter with his wine interrupted his musings, the server's fingers brushing close to his skin. In other conditions, Demetrius maybe would have some fun with the man as a brief past-time activity still, for tonight, he had already acquired his target. The vampire awaited until the server leaned forward and spoke his indecent proposition, which was only met with a sharp pulling of the waiter's hair. I'll pass on your proposal, as I surmise you lack enough to sate my thirst. As I told the other server before, I do not pay for my desires, and I have very high standards for those that I grace with my presence , Demetrius retorted as he scratched the other male on the chest, leaving a faint red imprint behind before he dismissed his presence with the wave of a hand. Morgenstern raised the glass, swirling the liquid inside and appreciating its strong colour under the dim lighting of the venue. He smelled the contents by taking a discreet whiff right above the recipient. The wine was then taken to his lips, rich and filled with flavour notes of chocolate and red berries left a strong impression as soon as the liquid was swallowed without any degree of haste, followed by an aftertaste of vanilla and oak. The quality of the product was commendable, but Demetrius wanted a different kind of liquid gracing his tongue. Unwilling to wait, he stood up and grinned widely, knowing fully well that he was being assessed - few details escaped from the attention of the vampire the glancing of the woman towards him, no matter how brief, was not going to be an exception. The vampire took confident steps towards the second booth, despite knowing that it was an unspoken rule of the club that no one was allowed to approach the seat without permissions. Rules are meant to be broken by the strong , he quipped to himself as he languorously moved to his destination. He had a strategy, though - he fully knew that those of importance played little games of power, and that they did not enjoy feeling like they were losing. When cornered, Demetrius knew that the mighty would unwittingly try to prove their worth to whomever they are confronted by, which actually put them - without their knowledge - in a place of submission. Morgenstern could only hope that his analysis was accurate. Evening. I could not help but see you looking at me from a distance, but I was unsure whether you'd deserve my time or not , said the vampire in a cockily manner, taking seat atop one of the armchairs and placing his arms over the armrests to occupy as much space as possible. Thus, I thought the best way to determine that would be to come by and see it by myself... although few are ever worthy. Fret not, I am used to this. I shall not hold it against you if you prove yourself to be like the others. Oftentimes, a strong faade is a perfect disguise for someone that is not like they seem to be , Morgenstern remarked as his smirk widened more and more. His aura began to exude more strongly, the arousal acting as a driving force for his power to push and prod in whichever ways he deemed necessary. They were now playing his game, and he was not intent on losing. tdtd td