"When I last looked I was a lady. And that was this morning. Mayhap I have changed since then?" the elf shot back angrily.

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Dorian smirked at her
"Mayhap you have. For when i look at you, i see an arrogant pig..." his eyes danced with flames.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Quick as lightning he had a silver dagger at his throaght "Dont try my patience worm! I know youre type..." she added significantly raising her eyebrows.

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Dorian smirked and knocked her hand aside
"My type? Oh really... How interesting..." Suddenly he kicked her aside and pinned her to the wall "Well, i wouldn't want you telling others about my type now, would I?" Sharp fangs appeared over his scarlet lips.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"All depends on how long you want to stay alive..."

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Dorian glanced at Rhavaniel. "incase you did not notice... I am already undead... Foolish woman."

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"Insults never got anyone anywhere." she tried to shove him off, then resumed to giving him the evil's

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"Oh i beg to differ... Lady. They do get you somewhere... Like right now, i have you at my mercy due to an insult." Dorian smirked as she struggled.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

She bought her knee up sharply, and swore angrily as she missed her target. "Ah, but what will you do now?"

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"I thought that obvious... After all im a Vampire..." his eyes burned with flame.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

It was with an air of indignant annoyance that the slender man wound his way up the staircase. Long fingers flexed rhythmically, drumming all the way up the banister before he reached Dorian's door.

"Dorian...lovie...what a predicament I find you in. Yet again." he uttered under his breath before flicking a long fringe away with bony fingers.
His eyes laid to rest upon the healer, with a slight smirk.

"Although I see you found yourself some..company."

His smirk showed off a set of brilliant white teeth, set in contrast to that pair of vibrant ocean-blue eyes.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Dorian leaped up.
"Kael? W-What are you doing here?"

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

The young man's smile stretched across from ear to ear, lips parting only a little before it faded away and he bent from the waist to get closer to Dorian, those pianist's fingers winding tight into the man's parted shirt collar.

"I'm here to collect my fees, darling. After all...you can never take something if you don't give a little in return."

With that, he runs a finger up Dorian's pale neck and smirks sadistically.

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Dorian whimpered softly. "Kael, another time..." his eyes showed fear and he flinched at the touch.
"I... I don't..." his voice faltered and his resolve gave in "take what you came for."

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

vanya walks in and looks around. she had long blonde hair and stuning blue eyes
"hello? is any one here?"

The bright-haired youth ended up with a smile, one hand sweeping back Dorian's hair before; with a quick glance and grin to the healer, he bent his head downward.
A defined jaw opened, parting wide as needle-sharp fangs unsheathed themselves.
With a jolt of a movement, the vampire clutched Dorian's head to his own, as his teeth sank into the flesh like a knife through butter.

It wasn't as painful this time..

Deep crimson began to spill over Kael's tongue, a beautiful sensation as Dorian gave himself over to the temptation.
This time...it would be pleasant for the other man...something sensual, something...binding.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde