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Post by genevieve on Mar 18, 2012 21:45:03 GMT
She was in the back alley, her lips drenched in blood. Her tongue ran over her bottom lip, sucking up the remaining juices. Delicious. A figure walked up behind her. “Not again, G…we’re just about to start the set!” Genevieve turned around and smiled, placing a kiss on the man’s lips. “Clean up the evidence will you? While I get ready.” Her eyes were practically glowing with seduction, in fact, her entire being was glowing. She glanced down at the lifeless, blood-drained body on the cobble-stoned ground beneath her and shook her head. “Tut tut…should have known better than to follow a pretty lady down a dark alley.” She turned back to the man. “See you inside.” She said with a dark smile. She noticed a hint of blood on his lips, probably from where she had kissed him. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and gently licked it off his lips. “Don’t be too long.”
The power of seduction. It always worked for Genevieve. She thrived in it. She’d gained all her band-mates with it. They all knew her secret, and she wasn’t certain if they were simply afraid of her or if they actually enjoyed the benefits they got from being around her. Fame, for one, the band had grown quite a following over the past few years. The chance at immortality, if she actually fell for one of the band mates, it was possible she would turn them. A lot of sex, seduction was her specialty, and sex was a fun act she’d indulge in every so often…though she always had to be careful not to bite, however much she wanted to.
The man she had kissed was the guitar player for her band, her current favorite. Their show was scheduled to start quite soon, but Genevieve couldn’t help but indulge in a pre-show treat. Drinking blood always woke her up, and kept her energized. She performed better on a full stomach. Sure, it didn’t help her normally dark stage appearance, as she practically glowed after drinking, but a bit of pale make-up did the trick.
In her dressing room, Genevieve applied the palest powder she could, and the darkest red lipstick she owned. Her eyes still sparkled with lust, seduction, and excitement, perfect for the show. A gentle knock on the door. “Enter.” The man from before entered the room. “All taken care of, G. You ready to start?” She smiled. “But of course. Let’s kill this set.” He gave the slightest flinch at the word ‘kill’, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Genevieve. She let it slide, however, choosing to address the matter later. She slipped her arm around his and the two walked to the stage where a crowd was already chanting, waiting for their set to begin.
A few songs into the set the band took a break. Genevieve started to head to the bar, but the guitarist caught her arm before she could move, and whispered ‘control yourself’ into her ear. She smiled and whispered back; “Don’t worry, I’ve already had my fill.” He let go of her and she headed over to the bar, her high heels making the slightest taps on the floor as she did.
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