Awakening (Leila)

She felt his teeth scratching her skin...

He was a demon! Only she knew that he couldn't possibly know she'd found out. Leila had kept calm and cool when she realized it. Right now he was Samuel, playing a Toreador, playing her lover. They were pretending to be in love... He was pretending to be quite a lot of things actually...

It was in that split of a moment after his teeth made contact with her skin that she knew she couldn't break character, not now, not for the rest of tonight and most certainly not tomorrow. She wasn't being haunted, she was being seduced, loved on, it was a love bite despite her anxious mind. She loved him and she would let him love her. Leila lifted her chin and bared her neck to him. She jutted out her chest and held out her arms to embrace him. Her hands went to grip his back and pull him closer, her body melding with his in a portrayal of love and unhindered lust to anyone watching. His love, his Haifa, that was who she was now and Haifa would trust him with her body implicitly.

His teeth elicited a soft moan from her lips, urging him for more of his attentions.

Leila was shuddering as heat, desire and lust radiated through her body. She was lost to the feeling as thought instantly left her body. All she could do was feel and the feeling was close to life itself. She ruminated in it, delighted in it as any proper Toreador would.

Then there were lips upon her soft, silky plump lips. Riding out the edge of her lusting she attacked the innocent girls mouth fervently plunged her cold tongue into the heated oriface and for the first time lavished kisses on a woman.

The smell of blood halted her ministrations and the beast began to churn within. She withdrew her lips from the girl and bloodlust filled her eyes, as she turned into the predator. She looked to Sam first for his permission while her fangs descended and a naughty smile glitted across her sweet face.

Leila watched as Samuel took Tracy for his own delicious consumption. She turned to Jen not long after however and brought a finger to the blood trail slowly sliding its way down her chest. Leila brought the finger to her mouth while eyeing the stream and moving closer still to her neck, bringing her tongue to catch the desperate stream and lick it clean back to the source. Leila pulled the youngling closer still until their chest touched. Her hands brought to her sides to casually cup her perfect mounds. A moment later Leila began to nibble on her though she let the blood flow at its own pace, eager to extend the erotic event. Occasionally her glance drifted to Tracy and the desire to taste her became overwhelming. She licked Jen's wound and approached Samuel's side.

"Let me share her with you lover, let us drink from the same vein and enjoy this cocktail of pleasure together."

Leila enjoyed the erotic intentions and sharing the delicious drinks from Samuel's ghouls. She returned every touch and caress, doting on the beautifully crafted bodies. She watched on as the girls pleasured Samuel finding something quite interesting in simply watching these acts of others, she allowed herself to feel it all instead of shutting down, something she was used to doing.

Her voyeurism backfired on her. The more she watched the more her thoughts about how wrong this whole scene is dawned on her. She saw an image of these young ladies before their miraculous transformations. She saw the innocent girls and recalled how she questioned them about Samuel's treatment of them. Their innocence hadn't changed just because they were made to look older. And now here she was watching and letting them perform sexually for them, drinking from them for her and Samuel's pleasure. She started to question her own morals and judgement. Was she doing this for herself? For the act of the Toreador? She wasn't protecting these girls, they were under Samuel's command made to do whatever he wished of them. This was wrong and against everything Leila and her new facade stood for. Was it too late to stop them? How could she do it without causing a rift or breaking character?

Leila decided she'd have to just take their place and hope to regain all of his attentions and slow this orgy down. She approached Sam on her knees and knelt in front of him. Then she crawled in his lap and straddled him. Her mouth moved to his ear and she licked slowly down his earlobe and whispered.

"The girls have had their play I need you all to myself lover."

Samuel's expression changed, his gaze seemed to regreat what he just did, then he said:
"I'm sorry my dear Leila, it's been quite a long time since I've been this intimate with another vampire. I'm deeply sorry, please accept my apologies." his tone was sincere, his actions reflected fear not malice and his tone was kind.

Leila's body flinging to the other side of the limo left her feeling awkward, her face confused and her body wracked with pain. Not from the throw itself but from hitting her injury. She had prepared for him to launch himself at her and attack her but it was clear that his reaction was a mistake. She looked at the girls and her only relief was that it was clear this little charade was over.

She shook her head and raised her hand as Samuel apologized, indicating that she understood and everything was ok. She had to concentrate for a moment to speak though to once again ignore her wounds.

"You girls should get dressed..." She said as reached for her own clothes and slipped on her shirt.

"It's ok Samuel, it's better that something like this happens now as opposed to us being in the presence of others."

She got up and moved over to him, accepting her previous seat at his side. She held out her hand for him to hold and looked him sincerely in the eye.

"You have to be comfortable with me in this matter or we should create new aliases. Do you wish to continue or should we try something new?"

Leila listened to Samuel's words with her bottom lip tucked nervously in her mouth. She glanced at the girls to see their reactions and then she slipped her hand away and back to her lap.

"Ok, we shall try again later then." Her voice was quiet though confident that they could repair whatever it was that just happened when he was ready.

She collected the rest of her clothes and finished getting dressed. After tidying herself back up she looked out the window at the passing scenery, not talking to anyone else.

Her mind drifted from Tantra to Cross, then to Chester and she realized that Samuel's being a demon didn't bother her as much as it did before. Sure it was a creepy thought and outside his inability to control his strength, he wasn't really a bad person. Leila lay her head back against the leather interior and closed her eyes for a bit while she'd wondered, quite like a child, how much longer they had left on this trip.

Leila turned to see Samuel as she felt him staring at her, his gaze so deep it was buried into her soul. She could see he realized something. Could he read her mind like the Toreador could? Could he see what secrets she was hiding this night. They were plentiful that was a surety. Then his gaze diverted to the girls and Leila could see the hurt playing on his face. Perhaps it was truly the first time Samuel had used them in this way, and he, like she had earlier, realized what the consequences of their actions were, both of them too late to stop the damage.

His tear made her empathetic, but she was no less upset. She had no words to ease his mind, though she offered her hand to him again to comfort him.

Jen and Tracy seemed confused about the scene, why was Samuel crying? They were terrified like seeing an apparition of something they had never seen. Tear of Blood. They came half dressed to Samuel's lap and started crying with him, while caressed their hairs with tenderness.