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Club Nightfire had been on her radar for months. It was becoming so popular – or, at least, in concept – amongst her clientele that she had heard whispers of it all the way in Los Angeles, which had been her last 'port' station, so to speak. It was a constant traveling experience, her career, and while she never tended to stay in one city for very long – nature of the beast in the nightclub promotion world – she got to see a lot of interesting things and meet more than a few interesting people. Manuka was finally in her sights, and the special club that catered specifically to vampires, at least in secret, was her current project. The owners had contacted her once she arrived in town and she was more than happy to pencil them in. Usually, when she went to a nightclub, there was an operating procedure that she adhered to – after all, it was her job to make sure that they were getting the right kind of atmosphere, proper patrons, and to ensure that everything was in proper working order to determine their future success. If Carmen enjoyed herself, she had a way of spreading the word, so to speak, ensuring that the club would become a 'hot spot' in whatever city, and usually boosted sales for the business owner by at least forty percent within the first month after her visit.

While she was working, she danced, she drank, ate if she wanted, and usually ended up finding a lovely companion to take home with her for the evening. Any expenses were, of course, covered as part of her visitation fee and any publicity that she gave them, and while she was expensive, she was extremely well known amongst supernatural business owners as the woman who could help make or break them, so they were always willing to pay and spoil her. That was more than excellent for Carmen, because she was a woman who quite enjoyed being spoiled. After she had gotten ready at the hotel she was calling home for the next few months, Carmen was dressed to kill in a flirty club outfit that had style, sex appeal, and fun pops of color that extended from her bright earrings and went all the way to the tall spike heels on her feet. Certainly, her attire would be more than enough to get her some attention and turn some heads, because one of the best parts of her job, in the hybrid's opinion, was the attention that ended up being lavished on her by club owners, patrons, and sometimes a beautiful woman or two.

After she got to the club, Carmen was quick to make her way through the crowd, easily parting through the huddled, dancing masses. Her first scan of the area gave her a good impression; excellent décor, good lighting, there seemed to be something of a suggested dress code, and people seemed to be writhing and happy, which was a good thing for a club to present upon entry. The vibe was good, and the floor near where bodies were dancing seemed to hold a good stream of bass, where Carmen could feel it in her chest, which was something the hybrid actually liked. Soon enough, she'd make her way out to the floor, possibly find a lovely lady to dance up on, but first – the bar. The Latina made her way to where a young, male bartender was tending, and greeted him with a dazzling smile. Of course she wasn't interested in men romantically or sexually, but it never hurt to flirt. ”Hola, I'm Carmen Jimenez; I'm sure you've been informed that I'd be here tonight, hmm?” Her accent washed over her quick speech pattern, and he was obviously floored and impressed in the way he floundered and let her know that the club owners had instructed him to pass along any drinks he ordered for them to be picked up. Carmen smiled and thanked him, not at all surprised; whenever she did this kind of work, she drank for free. She practically insisted upon it. However, it never hurt to be polite.

”Tequila, por favor, whatever top shelf brand you carry, but I prefer a blanco, if you have it.” Carmen was picky about a good many things; tequila, women, music... but it wasn't without reason. Soon enough, the bartender had her shot for her in a tall shot glass that was stunning, and Carmen knocked it back, feeling the smooth alcohol coat her throat as she sighed and immediately ordered another. Alcohol didn't affect her like it affected some species, and she had been drinking tequila like mother's milk for years and years. It was her poison of choice, her stand-by, and as her eyes wandered the bar, her pupils dilated and her eyes flashed black for just a second when she saw another weakness. There was a gorgeous woman that was an incredible stand-out despite the other attractive beings in the club, and made Carmen shiver for just a second. Long, dark hair, lovely hands, full, lush lips; oh, this woman was spectacular, and Carmen licked her lips. She ordered two shots of tequila instead and walked over to where the mystery woman was seated and cleared her throat before speaking and placing one of the glasses in front of her. ”If you drink tequila, I'd love to share this with you, bella.” There was a confident sway in her hips as she approached, and the moment her eyes met with this woman's, she was lost.

”May I?” Carmen said, gesturing to the seat next to her. Even though she was pushy sometimes, she wouldn't take the spot without permission. And she was so hoping to get permission, and for more than just a few shared drinks.

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She didn't think she'd actually die, but she knew she'd have to flee and damn, how the dark-haired woman hated fleeing. It didn't belong with who she was, with what she stood for and it definitely wouldn't help her reputation. She was surprised the thing with her letting Westley go hadn't come out, or people hadn't paid attention to it because her business had been running at a rising rate which was good so nobody seemed to know or care. Well, she wouldn't question it as long as the money kept flowing. But being here, meant she had to keep a little low profile, and not get murderous and tear the entire club apart because she was annoyed, and everybody knew how tempered miss Coliste was. Breathe, she had to breathe. After all, she had to make a good impression on her clients, which was the exact reason why she was here. Ancient, adventurous vampires who wanted to check out the nightlife before deciding whether to stay here or not. Though she herself wasn't that fond of partying all the time, she knew how to and she knew the best clubs to go. Club Nightfire was where the more decent people came, classy, uptown, not a lot of scum was to be found here. Also did more supernaturals come here, which was a better place for these ancient creatures to spend their time. She had taken them with her to guide them around and tell them how to get back to the hotel and that she hoped to see them at the auction the next evening. Ryanna never held auctions during the day or in the morning, always later than that, often one in the late afternoon or one in the evening. Dark creatures preferred darkness and the ancient vampire knew perfectly well how to play with that, she had always been perceptive and intelligent enough to know what people liked and how she could get to them. The way she had Elijah tricked into being her slave it was amusing yet slightly annoying since she had to go through effort to get him there, but she couldn't just toss him over her shoulder and take him like that, that would attract attention to everything and though her black market was making quite a name for itself, it had managed to stay quite underground, which was good. The last thing Ryanna wanted was for the lightsiders to go and constantly attack her business, that was never good for the profit and amount of customers you had. Her clients for tonight had pretty soon said goodbye to her, though one still tried to flirt with her, but Ryanna knew perfectly well when to keep business and private separate. Some people could handle it, most people could not, which pretty soon guided her mind back to Gideon. Ah, Gideon, her favorite demon, her business partner and trustee. A friend she would nearly call him, but everybody knew neither Ryanna nor Gideon really had friends. They were too dark, to distrusting for that. But Gideon, no Gideon did have her trust. Maybe they even were friends but just didn't tag it that way, Ryanna didn't know, but now that he was out of Manuka, she missed him. It felt like her safety net had left, even if she really didn't need one, and slowly and sneakily he had become quite an important person in her life. They still called and skyped about matters, but it just wasn't the same. She was just glad that Jyli turned out to be a pleasant girl with whom she could discuss a lot of things when Gideon wasn't around to do so. Powerful allies were always useful and Ryanna had found a very powerful one with her demon-loverfriend, whatever it was they were, and it was hard to replace. The Egyptian had never loved Gideon or thought about him in a romantic way, that part of her was completely numbed down and had died, but he had been someone she cared for, and Ryanna did not care for people easily. She just.. She missed him. And God, she needed a drink and get out of this downwards flow she had been in for the past couple of weeks. Ever since she had let Westley Taylor go, memories of Anthony had been haunting her mind and she had been holding on to the past ever more strongly than she used to. She thought she had cut all her ties with the past and had finally been able to let go, but Anthony was still always there, looking down on her, making her miss him. Ryanna felt alone and vulnerable and she really did not want to feel that way. She had to press them away and switch everything off even more. Because the moment people would think she was vulnerable was the moment she had lost. And Ryanna wasn't vulnerable, not really. She could snap most people's necks like a twig. She was 2062 years old. Exactly. Now if she only just remembered that, maybe she'd feel better. As a sigh escaped her flame-red lips, Ryanna dropped herself down at the bar, ordering a 'whiskey, neat' from the bartender, who gave her a weird look for a girl drinking whiskey, but of course he didn't know who she was. Thank God he didn't. As she tossed back her whiskey in one go, really unlike her, because Ry believed you had to enjoy your drink and really taste it, she needed it right now. The moment she looked to her side and saw a gorgeous woman with swaying hips coming her way. She seemed confident, sexy and most of all a woman of Ryanna's taste. Just what she needed right now, perfect. "Be my guest, I'd say." Ryanna said with a sway of her hand, gesturing at the empty seat next to her. This woman's timing was astonishingly perfect and she was different than the overly arrogant teenagers that tended to approach her most of the time. No, she seemed wiser, older and more surrounded by darkness than them. Her appearance was enthralling and the dark-haired vampire certainly didn't mind her company. "So what beautiful name fits that gorgeous face?" Ryanna asked, reaching out her glass of tequila to her new companion with a nod of her head, locking the woman's gaze with her dark eyes, before tossing the shot backwards. Well, this might turned out as a better night than Ryanna had beforehand anticipated. Marvelous. 1223 words | outfit | eeeek, here we go, so excited!

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Tonight was going to be a good night. Call it instinct or what have you, but Carmen just had a feeling that things were going to work out rather well for her. It was that gut instinct that kept her going, kept her wits about her in tough situations where she had to play by her 'feelings' instead of logic, necessarily. The hybrid proudly boasted that the fiery passion in her blood was part of what kept her instincts so solid, and allowed her for success that nobody would have likely seen coming from someone like her. However, even though she had been weak once, and had considered herself to have completely lost her way, Carmen had ended up becoming quite a surprising force of nature. Granted, she had an excellent mentor in Lillith, who had been her lover and mentor for just around a century, give or take a few years in either direction. When one was slated to live forever as Carmen was, time became something that didn't really matter much in the long run because there was always more of it. Well, nearly always. Even for eternal creatures, time wasn't promised. However, they were usually better than most at making sure they kept what they wanted, and knew how to get what they wanted and might not yet possess.

Even though she had a tendency to throw in some pleasure along with her business, Carmen was the perfect air of professionalism when she met with the owners of the club and told them about her initial impressions of the place. Club Nightfire had a good atmosphere, something that seemed to be an abundance of supernatural patrons, bold colors, and clean lines that made the large space look even bigger. Also, the dance floor was crowded, but not packed, and adequately fixed as the center of the whole main floor. The three story building was impressive, and she knew there was likely 'other' business that took place here as well, but the nightclub was what she was there for. Carmen knew that Club Nightfire had a reputation of hosting vampires, both young and very old, and even slipped blood into some of their 'special' cocktails, which was something that Carmen could definitely use as a marketing scheme in the underground publicity circles; that information alone would boost their sales, simply because of the quality of goods. Many places shied away from using human blood, but this place had connections.

After she finished her meeting in one of the club's back rooms, Carmen was told that she could finish her assessment of the club on the owners' dime. Drinks were free, snacks were free, and she was free to enjoy their facility however she pleased. Carmen wasn't a vampire, so she wouldn't be participating in some of their other amenities, but she thanked them and made her way out to the main part of the club again. This freedom was likely one of her favorite parts of working as a club promoter. She got to actually enjoy the nightlife and embrace all that it had to offer patrons – everywhere she went, she basically got the VIP treatment, and for someone who enjoyed life within luxury's lap as Carmen did, Her first stop was the bar, where she ordered some top-shelf tequila, the alcohol that was always her beverage of choice. Maybe it was because of the taste or the fact that its more potent effects actually caused her body to have some reaction, but it could have also been due to her heritage – which was something Carmen was very proud of, even if she wasn't in love with how she had come to be created in the first place. Her father had been a cruel conquistador who saw her mother, a poor Aztec woman, as property to be conquered. Even despite Carmen's awful conception, her mother had loved her, had made Carmen was the center focus of her entire universe, and even though her mother had been forced to live and die within the time constraints of a mortal existence, Carmen tried to make her mother proud, knowing the old Aztec belief that one's elders always watched from their place in the afterlife.

After she did her first shot of tequila alone, Carmen noticed a rather head-turning beauty down toward the end of the curved bar. She had a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in her lovely hands and knocked it back, even though it wasn't brought to her in the form as a shot. Carmen raised an eyebrow, because now her curiosity was definitely piqued. Knowing that she would be more than able to drink whatever she wanted for free, she ordered two more shots of the same tequila and kept the cool glasses in her hands before she made her way to where the stunning brunette was seated. Normally, Carmen wouldn't be at all nervous about approaching a woman in nearly any venue, but this woman was something different. Power. Carmen didn't have the abilities that some creatures had, where they could read thoughts or auras, but her nearly five-hundred years of existing, and a good chunk of that being in the almost constant company of a woman who was nearly the definition of power had taught her well and given her those instincts that she was so fond of. However, despite the slight nerves that came over her at the mere prospect of who or what this woman might be, Carmen approached her with a sultry tone to her voice, a teasing sway in her hips, and dark eyes fixed on her tanned, lovely figure. Lucky for Carmen, the woman accepted, inviting the hybrid to 'be her guest.' ”Gracias, bonita. I imagine that those who would consider themselves to be 'guests' in your company are quite lucky, hmm?”

She was good at giving compliments, but only when they were deserved. And this woman deserved all her compliments and then some. After they clinked their shot glasses together and knocked back the rich tequila easily, Carmen caught her companion's desire to know her name, and was more than happy to give it. Some people might feel uncomfortable giving out personal information to strangers, but if she had any luck with this woman outside of the club, she could give up some things. Also, the idea that she might get to hear her name on this woman's full lips caused Carmen's hedonistic streak to light up and purr. ”Carmen. And you? What name fits such a gorgeous, mysterious woman?” Names were important, because they established a great opening for more conversation.

After snapping her fingers a little more boldly than the last few times she had caught the man's attention, Carmen drew the bartender over to them and looked back to the other woman, her dark eyes meeting lighter ones that had a nearly magnetic quality to them. ”Bella, another? On me, of course. When I'm working, I always drink for free. And, if you'd like to keep me company, so will you for the evening.” Then, her eyes swept over her companion, and she held the bartender there until she had decided, and he left to retrieve their orders. Carmen licked her lips and leaned back against the bar a little, showcasing her body a little and wondering if the woman would take the bait. ”What brings you out here esta noche? You're far too beautiful to be spending tonight alone.” The hybrid did hope she was alone, though – or at least had been, because she had no intentions to leave unless her company was no longer desired.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border: #222222 8px solid; background-color: #1f0000; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/light.jpg);] [atrb=width,450] Ryanna had noticed that sometimes life was tiring her. She loved her strength, her powers and all that came with her ancient vampire body, but she had been around for so long and it wasn't going to stop soon. It wasn't going to stop ever unless some hunter got to her and the older she got, the more unlikely that chance seemed to be. But what would she do the rest of her eternity? She loved to torment humans and sell them off, but didn't all things grow boring? Wasn't that exactly why so many of them wandered off the wrong track, just because everyone has that darkness inside them and if you're around long enough you get bored and tempted to give in to it? It seemed pretty legit to her, because that's exactly how she had been feeling. Apart from the fact that she liked not being able to hurt anymore, that nobody could hit her heart and mind and it was only her body that she had total control of, sometimes she wondered whether things could've been different. If Anthony had lived, if she had never had to marry Ignacio back in the days when she was still mortal. If she had died instead of become a vampire. What would her life have looked like by now? Most likely she would've been dead, meaning in heaven or being someone snotty human's guarding angel. Ryanna shuddered, given her personality now she didn't even want to think of it, it disgusted her. Guardian angels disgusted her and humans even more, for being so weak that they needed everyone else to protect them. Well, Ryanna didn't sparkle, and neither would she be able to be persuaded or defeated as easily as the bad guys in Twilight would. She wasn't some sort of fairytale, no, she was your worst nightmare. And people around her knew it, and stayed out of her way and she liked it like that. As lonely as life could get, it was better for her. She was not the person to have friends, to be loving and kind, maybe she had been one day, but those abilities had been destroyed, as the vampire had nearly destroyed herself. She was good at that, destruction, she had always been. Destroying that what was most dear to her enemies and those who dared to cross her, just to show them that she was not to be messed with. That she didn't care, that she didn't have any compassion. That they could try to bring her down but never would, because she was always one step ahead of them. It was people's most famous flaw to overestimate themselves, but Ry wasn't one of those people. She knew her weaknesses and abilities perfectly fine, but she too knew that she wasn't invincible. That if she didn't pay attention or watch her back for one moment that could be the moment there'd be a stake through her heart. If she was lucky, since most hunters seemed to enjoy wanting to torture her like she tortured humans. It often was a bad choice, since it gave the vampire the opportunity to think and find a way to escape and take as many hunters down with her as she could. Sure, wood weakened her and she wasn't immune to their torturing, but she was still stronger. Way way stronger. And so far no hunter who had ever set a foot in her den had made it out alive, except the one she had allowed to leave. Westley Taylor was the stain on her reputation, but now that he had disappeared, maybe Ryanna could make sure people forgot about that, which would hopefully ultimately lead to her forgetting about it. But she needed some time to relax and get those gloomy thoughts out of her mind before they overpowered her. Depressed feelings were a sign of weakness and vulnerability too and Ry wasn't any of that. She just felt awfully melancholic at times, and now that she had lost her trustee Gideon to talk about it and her brother had decided to go traveling too, she felt utterly alone with her greatness. Maybe that was her price for giving up her feelings, maybe she shouldn't care, but a part of her did. A part of her felt miserable, while the main part of her told her not to care. So she did what she always did; she shut it off. It was an amazing trick her brother had taught her when she was at the brink of insanity. Shut it off, he had said, looking in her eyes with those pitch black eyes of his. You don't have to feel this way. You don't have to feel at all. And she had believed him. And she had wanted to stop feeling because the all-destroying pain was making everything wither away and crumble apart around her, until there was nothing left but darkness, and Ryanna had embraced the darkness. It had been a part of her since the beginning of time, and she wasn't letting it go now. It had helped her to be who she was now, and she was perfectly fine with who she was right now. Turn it off. As easy as that. And as she tossed back her whiskey and scanned through the club, it was indeed surprisingly easy to do so and feel the dark thoughts fly back into their vaults in the back of her mind, where they belonged. She was Ryanna Coliste, she was powerful, strong and fierce and nothing and nobody could bring her down. Not even she herself. And now it was time to enjoy herself. Gazing around she saw her customers out there having fun, seducing what occurred to her to be a human, since she could sniff humans out immediately, but naturally she didn't come to help. The human's death warrant was signed and if anything, she'd have loved to be part of it. Only her attention got pulled away from the scene by a beautiful dark-haired woman, asking if she could join her. Ry did not often get these sort of pleasant surprises. More often they were hunters or drunk teenagers wanting a bootycall and getting too courageous, or angry people for kidnapping the ones they love. The Egyptian knew how to deal with all of that, sure she did, but hey. That didn't mean she liked it, because that sure as hell was the biggest lie in the world. Sure, sometimes she thought it was fun to mess with some hunters, get them to pee in their pants before finishing them off, or turning them to see whether they'd kill themselves, and if not kill them anyways. Ry was pretty creative with her ways to torture people before killing them off, but then again, she had been around basically the torture instruments of all eras, only picking out those who seemed to function the best. But now was not the time to think nor talk about that, since the beautiful woman had joined Ry to talk to her. The vampire had long since stopped caring about the gender of people, at her age it just didn't seem to matter anymore. When she had been young, it was unacceptable and taboo to have any sort of amorous relationship with another woman, whether it be one time or a real relationship, that didn't matter. But now she didn't care anymore and she was quite interested in what this woman had to offer her. The name seemed to slip off the woman's lips so effortlessly that Ry could only look, despite her reservations that didn't seem to disturb the other woman at all. Ry was just careful, she couldn't help it. "Nice to meet you, Carmen. And you could say so, I don't have a lot of guest." She replied smoothly before they knocked back the tequila and Carmen asked her for her name. The Hispanic accent was clearly noticeable and it made Ry's skin crawl in a very pleasant way. She wanted to hear more of that. "My name is Ryanna. And we can share another drink, sure." Ry continued, for a moment hesitation on whether to give the female her real name or one of her aliases. At this point she figured it didn't matter that much and she liked being Ryanna, even though it might bring up rumors or whatever that people had told her, but this was Ryanna Coliste and rumors didn't matter to her. For now, she was just gonna focus on this gorgeous woman and see if she could bring her joy for at least tonight. Ry's eyes glided over the woman's body as she leaned on the bar, a tiny hint-of-a-smile gracing her lips which indicated her approval. But then again, Ryanna didn't go for people who didn't look dashing. "I had to show some clients around town tonight, but luckily they have found their own ways to entertain themselves without boring me to death." The dark-haired woman continued, locking the gaze of Carmen as she took the new drink, holding up her glass at her newfound companion in a sort of cheers, before knocking it back again. "So do you always mix work and play?" Ryanna said slyly, indicating both the drinking during working and the flirting with her. She could still do this, the seducing game. And she was in, so let's game on. 1575 words | outfit | raaaaawr, i love them

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Carmen never understood people who didn't enjoy the nightlife. There was always so much to do, people to meet, possibilities lurking around every corner. But Carmen had always had an adventurous spirit, and while she might not have gotten along with everyone she met, she did like to have a good time, and she did enjoy meeting new people. Mostly, her company ended up being women, but she'd met a few men that she could tolerate for mild conversation and sometimes even a residual friendship, although things never ended up being shared romantically. Nightclubs were her business, in a sense, sure, but they were also a fantastic atmosphere that never really felt like work. Part of Carmen's culture was to relax and enjoy life, and she lived by that mentality for every single day for nearly five hundred years. Even as an infant, she remembered her mother telling her stories of how she used to go searching for adventures, for something new to do or someone new to see – Carmen was a hellion, even though she loved her mother and always tried to look after her, especially as she got older, and to a higher degree once she realized that she was stronger than her mother. But there was no denying that Carmen was a free spirit, and a wild one. That was why every time she stepped into a building that had low lights and a throbbing beat, she just couldn't help herself from becoming that wild, enchanted youth that needed the rush of bodies writhing and drinks being poured in every which way around her.

Tonight, she was there to work, but she was also there to play. She just needed to find a companion, and not just any companion – Carmen only had a taste for the special ones, and throughout her years of searching, she had learned what separated the special ones from the 'average' women that frequented her places of business. More than just public relations and nightlife, Carmen considered women to be something of a 'side business,' because she so frequently found herself in the throes of passion with someone who caught her interest. She had learned all the tricks of seduction, and while it had taken her a while to feel truly comfortable in her own skin, now that she had discovered and honed her sexuality as well as most of her other powers – although some of them were still a little tricky – she was a force to be reckoned with, which gave her space to be a little fearless. A little dangerous. And Carmen would freely admit that she liked danger almost as much as she liked a challenge.

The need for a challenge was what caused her to pass up a lovely, leggy blonde on her way to the bar, and a table full of women as well. None of them were the blend of excitement and danger that she craved that evening, but after she ordered her first shot of tequila for the night, she figured that searching would be a decent enough way to pass her time now that she had finished her initial report of the club. Even though Carmen tended to focus a lot on 'play,' she still knew how to work and worked hard. There was a reason she was so successful, after all – she was a go-getter, and ambitious, even if her hopes and dreams didn't always work out exactly according to plan. She'd experienced some setbacks and failures, but anyone worth their salt had known a few of those. Even if they wouldn't admit to it. Carmen thought of her former lover and only really long-term relationship... Lillith Powell, who as far as she knew was still doing the whole 'legal' thing as a career choice, and more than likely excelled at it. That was a women who knew exactly how to get what she wanted, and not only knew, but demanded nothing less than absolute submission and willingness to bend to her every whim. And for a brief spell, bending to Lillith's every whim had been exactly what Carmen wanted. The hybrid woman had taught her so much not only about life and her powers, but about herself. Carmen's sexuality flourished, her power – even though submission – as a woman grew to the beginning of something beautiful alongside the dangerous edge that Lillith also nurtured in her. Even though she was no longer of the same mindset, Carmen knew that she had to be grateful to the woman, because she wouldn't be where she was or who she was without that initial guidance in a time where she felt so lost and like she had absolutely nothing in the world that was for her. It had been shortly after her mother died, and there was nothing like losing the person with whom you were closest to make you realize the pieces that were missing. Carmen craved identity, she craved understanding, and she craved the feeling that she belonged somewhere.

But tonight, she had a different craving.

As soon as the first shot of tequila hit her system, Carmen locked her vision onto a stunning woman that just proclaimed 'power' and 'danger' in her every subtle movement. Carmen wasn't sure who she was, why she was there, or if she was in the mood for company, but in that moment, the hybrid knew that she needed to make her presence known and hope that the woman wanted to pay her some attention. Because Carmen's attention was something she was more than willing to give... at least, in this situation. The Latina was smart, and started by bringing a drink with her, finding that this would make her more interesting, if for nothing else than the fact that she was offering a free drink. Of course, she imagined that this woman was in no shortage of people making attempts to buy her drinks or win her over – Carmen was just hopeful that tonight, just maybe she'd end up being one of the 'special ones.' When the woman accepted her drink and looked her over with eyes that Carmen could tell were enchanting even under the low club lighting, Carmen felt her body flush and sizzle, already feeling that spark dancing between them even though the two women were keeping their distance. Then, they exchanged names and compliments while Carmen waved another shot for both of them over from the bartender, who she'd already charmed into practically eating out of the palm of her hand. ”No guests? You? I'd think you'd be on the eye of everyone in this club, probably secretly though – there's a presence to you, it... hace que las rodillas debiles, you could say.” Weakened the knees... that's exactly what this woman did, even to her, who was rather experienced and in her element where women were concerned. Which was why Carmen was so pleased when she accepted another drink from her, and engaged in conversation.

Ryanna had apparently been there with some clients, and Carmen frowned a little – as much as she loved work, it didn't seem to be the kind of meeting that would be enjoyable, and now the hybrid was determined to make this woman's evening better. ”No me gusta, sounds like you need a break from the working, hmm? Something to lift your spirits... now that your clients are entertained without you.” The suggestion wasn't quite as bold as Carmen might usually have used, but she knew that she'd likely have to tread carefully here. ”I could be of assistance with that, if you're interested. I've been told that I know how to show a beautiful woman a good time.” Then, the other woman asked about her mixing work with play, and Carmen laughed – a low, throaty thing before she licked her lips again. That was an easy enough question to answer. ”Siempre, always. I don't enjoy the working without a little play. It's why my profession is so much fun – I get to go out on the town, see the sights, travel...” Carmen sized up Ryanna for a moment, raking her eyes over every bit of exposed skin that she could see, and then decided to be bolder. ”Do you play often, or work too much, would you say?”

Carmen finished off her next shot, and then the music changed. Now or never, they were already flirting, and she never had been one to dip her toe in the water to test the temperature. No, Carmen dove right in, and she wanted this woman already. She knew, without a doubt, that she had chosen her 'special' one for the evening... unless Ryanna said no, and if she was going to do that, Carmen knew she'd prefer to find that out sooner rather than later. The hybrid moved her body a little closer, and trailed a fingertip down Ryanna's arm, meeting her eyes directly and nibbling on her own bottom lip. ”Dance with me, bella?” Then, she extended her hand, hoping that Ryanna would take it and allow herself to be led to the dance floor, where they might find that there was more to their flirtation than words could allow.

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Even though you were immortal and technically didn't age, you did feel yourself grow old after a while, feel out of place in the mob of enthusiastic youngsters that given your appearance you should belong to. There was something about you that screamed that you were way older than you looked, because it was impossible to keep up the silly, naive mid-twenties look. The ancient vampire couldn't fake naivety no matter how hard she tried, and honestly, she didn't have to. Ryanna Coliste always got what she wanted, and if you dared to cross her you died, there was no need for her to manipulate people to do her will, she just forced them. And though she didn't necessarily always went for aggression, a mere look on her beautiful stone-cold face said enough to make a lot of people cringe. The Egyptian radiated power, but only if you knew how to see or she showed it to you, and the latter was not something you wished to happen for yourself. Ryanna had that sort of confidence that didn't make you seem arrogant, but just that sheer belief in her abilities, while also knowing her weaknesses, even if they weren't many. Everybody had them and the sooner you realized and accepted that, the more dangerous you got. Because one who knows their secrets, also knows what to hide and what to protect. To look over their shoulder and around, always awake. It might seem paranoid, but it was necessary, because otherwise you were dead within a day. Hunters couldn't win from vampires like her, not face-to-face, not alone. So what did they do, those stinky bastards, they lured you into a trap. Used the element of surprise in their advantage and never ever attacked you alone. Until Westley Taylor and she hadn't exactly given the right example of what would happen when you crossed her when she was alone. But Ry had learned from that experience, and nothing could knock her off her game, not anymore. She was ready and prepared, and she would kill them all single-handedly if she had to. Though she knew she didn't have to, Ryanna had enough powerful allies and things were about to change in this world. She knew a war was coming, and she knew that if it came, there was no way the darksiders wouldn't win.They had the power, the age and experience, even if she wasn't sure about the person who wanted to be their leader, her leader. It was a little ridiculous, how someone of only 900 years old thought he could lead over someone who surpassed him in age, power and skill so far, but for now she would let Destin think that. Meanwhile she could continue using him and treating him as an obedient dog, and he listened to her. Because if he didn't, well, she couldn't kill him, she knew that. But she could fracture him in such a way that he would never be able to walk again. For her it wasn't really about "the cause", that the other darksiders fought for, it wasn't about being able to walk in broad daylight again without being hunted, it wasn't about no more hiding in the shadows. Because honestly, Ryanna had no qualms strutting around in broad daylight and everybody only had to take a single glance at her to know she wasn't the person to cross. And if someone was stupid enough to do it anyways, she would show them why. The ancient vampire had learned all these tricks so long ago, when she had been still with Ronan, who was the only other person she truly trusted, besides Gideon. That was the pesky thing about darksiders, they only went for what was most important to them, they didn't have the heart nor the compassion to think about what that would mean to others. Ryanna knew and recognized this trait, because it was a part of her too. She tortured so many slaves and sold them off to a certain and above all painful death daily, she did not think about what that meant to them, or to their families and loved ones, hell, why would she care? None of them had cared about her loved ones. No one had cared about her when Anthony got killed, his pregnant fiance, the woman who thought he was her last chance at happiness. By now she had accepted that, but had found the drive to live in her ability to murder and torture as much humans as she possibly could, to make them feel all the pain they had caused her, and she was about as ruthless and merciless as one cold be. It took great scars to get where she was now, and maybe it could have been different for her, but in reality, it wasn't. Ryanna had crossed the point of no return, the point on your road to darkness that is your last chance in stepping back into the light. She had stepped over it and now she was forever trapped in the shadows of darkness, and if she was totally honest, Ryanna even liked it there. On the dark side you did not need to have any expectations about people, because the truth was that the only person you could truly trust was yourself, the rest was a risk, a chance you had to take when the odds were in your favor, like it had been with her and Gideon, until the point where they had built up their mutual respect and could use each other. He was probably the closest thing Ry could have to a friend, since she was not capable of having friends and truly caring about people, but Gideon, well he got awfully close. So close that she even flew over a couple of times for business and fun, being one of the few people in which she mixed pleasure with fun. It wasn't her habit to do, but every so often she let it get the better of herself, and Gideon was an exception she was more than willing to make. Together they were over 5000 years old and could nearly take down anybody. With him she could even defeat angels, even if she couldn't kill them, because that wasn't something her species could do. And with the amount of powerful angels and demons in this town, that was quite the weakness, but she had eliminated it by teaming up with one of the most powerful of them. So that way Ryanna was nearly invincible and she knew it. But nearly wasn't enough, so Ry still found herself always awake, ready to strike or attack when people tried to ambush her. She was hard to catch and even harder to defeat, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen, and the vampire wasn't about to leave things to chance, or "faith", she was going to make sure all matters were in her own hands. Like she was going to do with this woman, this intriguing and sexy woman, who for some reason hadn't been afraid or intimidated by her at all, just daring to come up to her and talk to her, and the more time Ryanna spent talking to this one woman, Carmen, she realized that the latina could actually be what she needed right now. Just some stress-relieving fun, with a woman who could at least handle her, or so it seemed, and Ryanna had all faith in the fact that that was the case. Carmen threw some more Spanish terms in the mix, and Ry couldn't completely follow, since her Spanish was rather outdated and rusty, but she vowed to herself to pick it up again, such a beautiful language as it was."I prefer the fact that most people here do not approach me. I don't like wasting my time on people who can't handle me." The dark-haired woman said, a faint grin forming on her red lips, because it full well meant that she thought Carmen could handle her, which was really the case anyways. Ryanna curved an eyebrow as Carmen continued about knowing how to entertain people, a faint, amused grin on her lips. The woman wasn't the person to laugh or smile, only when she was seducing people, but in this case both the women knew that she was the one being seduced. And she strangely enough didn't even mind. But the next question deserved even a small grin from the ancient vampire. This woman had guts, she had to give her that. "I only play when the right people come along." She said, briefly locking her dark eyes with the other woman's. Two could play this game, and they both knew it. Her dark eyes observed Carmen as the woman stepped closer to her, and actually felt the shiver run through her when the latina trailed a finger down her arm. It wasn't something Ryanna felt a lot, she usually pretended to feel it when it was her time to seduce people, because honestly it often turned them on more, but she just thought it was stupid they couldn't tell real from fake, but then again, she also knew how to fake pretty well. Right now she didn't have to, so her curiosity had woken up, and Ryanna was ready to find out what it was about this woman that got her captivated, even if it was as limited as her closed off and limited feelings would allow. "Alright. Lead the way." She said, gliding her fingers over Carmen's hand, letting her guide her into the crowd. Her body was used to many parties, and even though she didn't do it as often anymore, the woman's body immediately started flowing with the rhythm, locking her eyes with the beautiful woman opposing her. 1752 words | outfit |all the tension!

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One of the things that Carmen enjoyed most about the night life – if she was in a good location, not all of them were fantastic, after all – was the heat. The heat of bodies moving together on a crowded dance floor, the feeling of lust that seemed to permeate the air because people were eying their 'prey' for the evening in a way that wasn't aggressive, necessarily, but purely sexual. Carmen considered herself a predator in that sense, but not in a creepy way. When she knew what she wanted, she would go after it, full-force, and not stop until she was satisfied. Of course, she always left room for refusal; even though it didn't happen very often, she definitely still took a solid 'no' as a respectable answer, and wouldn't dream of bringing a woman home if said woman wasn't completely into her and the entire experience. Where was the fun in that?

Carmen knew her lineage, and knew it well. It disgusted her every time she had a chance to dwell on how the demon part of her bloodline had happened, and for the longest time, she wondered if her father raping her mother had caused her to be anti-men romantically, but after careful consideration, she realized that her love of women was just as natural as breathing. Just as natural as any other part of her, and wasn't influenced by her father's unspeakable crime. He couldn't touch that part of her – couldn't create any part of her other than the one part of her species that had made her immortal instead of sharing a mortal lifespan with her beloved, deceased mother. Everything else about Carmen had been built by different, kinder hands. Her mother's compassion. The ferocity of a survivor's spirit because when she was younger, the two women had gone through some tough times. A love of women that had been partially taught to her by Lillith and part learned on her own – women were magnificent creatures, and she had seen the beauty of them through her mother and through her ex-lover, the beautiful, mysterious hybrid who also always had a knack for getting exactly what she wanted.

So many hands had built her, yet none of them were her father's, and for that she was grateful. There had been stages in Carmen's life when she had been curious about finding out who the man was, and part of her still wondered, but she knew that she never wanted to meet him and have any part of the woman she'd become tainted by that bastard who had done nothing but wreak havoc on her mother's existence. Of course her mother had never given Carmen any reason to believe she was anything less than a blessing – the woman could have found beauty in anything, even a horrible crime that almost cost her life and likely would have if her father wasn't intrigued by the possibility that he might have left her with a permanent parting gift to remember him by. Carmen's mother had loved her, raised her into a powerful woman, and even though she frequently went 'on the hunt' in the night clubs she so adored, Carmen was also good at reading women and respectful of their decisions, no matter what she wanted or hoped to achieve for the evening.

After she had tended to her business, Carmen had decided to indulge in the 'play' part of her evening, and hopefully find the proper companion to entertain her for the rest of the evening. The club was the perfect location for a bevy of different women, some who even traced eyes all over Carmen's figure as she walked past them to the bar. But from the moment she ordered her first shot of tequila for the evening and caught her sights onto a gorgeous brunette at the end of the bar, she knew that she'd found the one she wanted. With laser-like precision, Carmen knew that if this woman was interested, she'd have a wonderful night, but if not... well, she might actually go home alone for a change. That was mostly because the hybrid didn't settle. She wouldn't. That was also something that her mother had taught her while she was alive – never settle from anything less than everything you want. It was advice that Carmen carried with her in nearly everything she did, which was why all her decisions were well thought out and planned, why she had so much success, and even though she was still relatively young where some other immortal supernaturals were concerned, she had learned a lot for her age. Five hundred years was no drop in the bucket where age was concerned, but even she could get overzealous and ahead of herself sometimes. Which was why she planned this encounter carefully, bringing a second shot of tequila over to the brunette along with her best smile.

It worked, and Carmen was beyond pleased. Not only did it seem like the other woman was interested by the way she traced those gorgeous eyes over the hybrid's body, but Carmen could sense the heat that was already starting to grow between them. That spark of an initial, undeniable attraction was obvious and immediate, and the hybrid was already starting to bolster her own confidence. This woman, Ryanna, had a lot going for her – looks, brains, power, age, independence, and what seemed to be a choosy mentality that Carmen couldn't help but appreciate. If this woman was as selective as she was, and chose her, it would be an even greater victory and a much more satisfying evening. ”Mm, I'm sure it's difficult to find ones who would be skilled enough to 'handle you,' guapa,” Carmen said, a slow, seductive smile crossing her features. If that was a challenge, Carmen was hoping that she had enough tricks up her sleeve to prove that she was enough to handle Ryanna. She certainly hoped so – in this arena, she had plenty of experience. ”I admit, confident as I usually am, I did debate coming over to say hello for a minute for fear I might be rejected. Lucky me that the risk ended up being worth it, hmm?” Her voice lowered, which caused her accent to be a little heavier, but that was also because even though she knew instinctively that she should keep on her toes with this one, she also sensed the heat between them growing as they practically devoured each other with their eyes while they shared a few more shots of tequila. Also, honesty was never a bad place to start, even if it was something that Carmen wouldn't normally admit. With most women, she wanted to show unshakable confidence, but with Ryanna, she didn't mind showing a little bit of a vulnerable side.

When their eyes met and they started really flirting with each other, Carmen felt like the wind was knocked out of her, and her voice lowered again to a rumbling, saucy purr before she spoke, asking a daring question to the comment that Ryanna had just posed. ”Would you consider me one of the 'right people,' bella?” Carmen really hoped that Ryanna was in a playing mood, and would consider leaving some of that stress from her job behind to play with her for the evening. Which was why the Latina's next move was to run a fingertip down the woman's arm, and she could feel and see the way the other woman shivered in response. Oh, that was a delicious, rewarding reaction, and Carmen asked her to dance immediately, wanting to feel the other ways she could get that body to respond to her. At least, in a way that was still mostly decent, as they would be on a very public, crowded dance floor. Ryanna's fingers met her hand, and she gave the hybrid permission to lead, and Carmen helped shuffle the bodies along on the dance floor, which wasn't too difficult since there were no other women or anyone in the club that night that held the same level of beauty as either of the two of them did. And the two of them together? Well, it was safe to say that they turned a few heads. Finally, Carmen found the perfect spot, close to the middle of the crowd where the music was loud, but not too loud that they couldn't hear each other if they got really, really close. Which was definitely part of the appeal. Then, Carmen swayed her hips, moving to the beat of the music and turned, tossing long hair over her shoulder and leaning back against the other woman's body, swiveling her ass against the front of Ryanna's body and leaning her head back to rest slightly against Ryanna's shoulder, even though the woman was still a little shorter than her, even in heels. Carmen's hand moved back to run long, slender fingers through Ryanna's hair, and brought the woman's ear close to her mouth, where she whispered a very saucy comment.

”Put your hands on me, Ryanna,” it was both hopeful comment and demand, and she hoped that the other woman would want to, but Carmen made it difficult to refuse when she slid her nails down the woman's neck, shoulder, and then kept up the movement of her body right against her.

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When she was with him, the vampire had felt unstoppable, and invinceable, and there was exactly where her first mistake lied. She had been convinced that together nobody would be able to defeat them, her ancient lover and herself, because who would be able to stand up against over 4000 years of life and experience? Of power. There was something about Ryanna that struck people in fear, and Anthony had had the same thing. They were beautiful and infallible but in believing that, there lied their first mistake. It was what gave Westley Taylor the opportunity to take Anthony away from her, to break apart a bond so strong that the ancient Egyptian had been sure she had found her mate for life. For eternal life. Anthony had been her person, her soulmate, the one she had connected with on such a level that words weren't even necessary anymore to explain what or how she was feeling. She hadn't taken into account that they'd be the target of so many hunter, considering what their business stood for and what it was. She hadn't thought about the fact that one moment of not paying attention could kill them both. Because even though it was just Anthony who died, with his death a part of Ryanna died with him. And when that all fell apart, Ryanna had been lost on how to grab the shambles of her life and glue them back together. Everything was in ruins, her heart, her life, everything she had worked so hard for to achieve with Anthony, everything reminded her of him. She had been wandering without any sort of goal, any sort of purpose, just waiting around, moving but never really going forward, waiting for someone to save her or wake up her, shake her up. And shake her up they did, the hunters who ambushed her, including Mr. Taylor. However they hadn't taken Ryanna's sudden arrival of rage, how everything suddenly just exploded in her chest, and how though she was severely outnumbered, the woman slayed at least half of them and injured the rest. But they weren't the only ones who had gotten hurt. It had taken a while for her to see the blood, to see the ravage that the fight had left behind. Once there had been a baby, a baby who kept her alive and trucking on, because it was Anthony's last legacy, the last part of him that Ryanna had possessed, and now.. Now it was gone. Now everything truly crumbled around her, her life crumbling away from underneath her feet, Now that everything she had ever lived for had been taken away from her, why on earth would she still be living? Why would she even try to attempt and have a normal life, when none of it was worth it? The times she had been happy with Panshj and their baby, both of them had gotten taken away from her. Panshj was stoned to death, and their lovechild got drowned. And then when she finally found her happiness again about 1000 years later, she found her second shot at it, and once again it all got torn away from her, every attempt for her to be happy. So Ryanna didn't settle for that anymore. She settled for a flourishing business, she settled for the death of Westley Taylor, who had now ran away from Manuka, she had settled for a nice business relationship with Gideon, and not for happiness. But as she was here in the club, and her customers finally left her alone, her eyes wandered through the room to find some entertainment for the night, but she didn't try hard. Ryanna was not the pursuer, unless she needed to manipulate someone, she was the pursued and she was damn hard to get too. She realized that there were not very many creatures as old as she was, because most of them got killed before they reached her age. And that was not a crime, it just meant they had acted human, stupid, or the odds just hadn't been in their favor. Ryanna wasn't stupid and cherished her old age and her ability to be able to stay alive through a lot of things, unlike so many others. Humans were weak and pathetic and above all tiring, and yet they found like they were the ones who got to rule the earth? Well not if it was up to Ryanna, not anymore. She'd show them what they were worth, nothing more than goods to be enslaved and sold, treating like the shit a rat wouldn't even eat, that's what they were. And they were also the ones who had too more courage, who dared to just come to her and assume she'd go with them at night and they were lucky that they were in a crowded club and Ryanna didn't want to cause any trouble or have a bunch of hunters after her ass, or she'd have cracked their skull just for the rudeness and improper behaviour towards someone her age. She'd teach them respect, she'd teach them just how important it was to know who you could and couldn't take and where your boundaries lied. She had done it many times before, it was part of her business and part of who she was. Getting in touch with her feelings or compassion was out of the question, so now this was all she got. She was sure she couldn't be that inviting, since hostility and cold just seemed to radiate off her, and yet a lot of people still tried. But there was only one of them, who was even granted a second glance, while the rest were just bitched away with one single look and a sneer. It was a woman with a tanned skin and long dark hair who seemed to be able to hold Ryanna's attention and get her intrigued. The woman seemed to stand out in a club full of models and wannabe starlets, which was quite an achievement especially when you were noticed by Ry, because Ry wasn't actively looking and merely scanned through the club with her consistent scorn for the obnoxiously young people in there. But this woman, she seemed older, wiser in a way. Maybe not as old as Ry was, but refreshingly different from all the youngsters in the club that made her feel like a grandma going out with her grandkids. There was something different about this one, and as soon as Carmen got to her and approached her, Ry truly felt that connection from the first word that was spoken. There was heat and sparks that seemed to be rising and even she with her emotionless defense walls could admit that. She could have fun for a night with a beautiful woman, couldn't she? "Sometimes yes, but I think it's merely that often the wrong people think they can handle me and scare the rest away. Luckily you don't seem to be afraid easily." The woman said with a faint smile, which was already quite something to achieve from her, since Ryanna rarely smiled, the few people who might get smiles from her were Gideon and her siblings, but somehow there was something about this one. There was something in her eyes and the way she moved, something that made it impossible for Ry to keep her eyes off Carmen Jiminez. And while that should have been a sign for her to step back, right now the ancient vampire just wanted to have fun for a change. She rarely had fun anymore. The next comment made the vampire smile again, because she liked how Carmen was self-confident but yet not overly courageous. She knew what she could do and what she couldn't do, and she wasn't afraid to be vulnerable and Ryanna could appreciate that, strangely enough. Because it wasn't like the other woman wasn't confident, she was, but she didn't overestimate herself either and that was something refreshingly new that came with the ages of getting to know your strengths and your limits, making the vampire realize more and more than she already did, that this woman was not a youngster and definitely not a mortal. And she liked that, even if she was sure Carmen was way younger than her, there were few people who weren't. "Sometimes risks are worth the taking." Ryanna replied smoothly, her dark eyes fixated on those of her new companion. There was an inexplicable force that drew Ry to her, something she couldn't explain and she wasn't sure whether she wanted to, but there it was, and now she couldn't pull lose anymore. Her next question made the woman chuckle a little, shaking her head in amusement. "You know what they say. That's for me to know and for you to find out." The dark-haired woman continued, before they headed towards the dancefloor, where Ryanna's body found it's own way into the rhythm. People stood aside like they always did, for her and especially when she was with someone as beautiful as Carmen. The crowd moved around them, instead of them moving through the crowd. When Carmen moved to dance against her, Ryanna felt the electricity shoot up her spine, and the familiar desire pulsating through her veins. Before she could do anything, the other woman's hand shot up in her hair, something which Ryanna not often allowed, but for now she did. The whisper in her ear made the goosebumps crawl up over her body, as the woman easily obliged to Carmen's request, slowly trailing her hands over the upper part of the woman's leg, over her hips up, moving so her arms were around her waist, her nails tickling over the surface of Carmen's body. "Like that?" She couldn't help but whisper in the other woman's ear, before trailing her lips over her neck a little, her body in constant movement against Carmen's on the beat of the music. 1804 words | outfit | adahflhadah can't even

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[CARMEN MARISOL JIMENEZ]

For as long as she could remember, Carmen knew that she'd taken something of an interest in people. Society, humanity, the way people made the world work was just an interesting facet that showcased the changes that the world went through. Really, it was something that came about to ponder when she learned that she would live forever because she was part demon. A part of her had been... disappointed that she wouldn't get to grow old, have the wisdom of ages in a frail little body like her mother had done, but then there was the excitement that came from knowing that not only would she stay youthful and beautiful forever, but she'd get to watch the world grow and change. And thusly, watch the people who inhabited the world change along with it. The term 'people watching' was tossed around in some circles, and while it sounded sort of creepy, she understood the sentiment behind it. Being able to find the luxury to maintain a quiet corner to yourself and simply watch the goings on around you held its appeal, and she had certainly indulged in the activity of 'people watching' on more than one occasion. It was this undying interest that likely led her to the hospitality industry, and then the nightclub scene for her career. There was always somewhere to go, someone to meet, and hundreds and hundreds of people to watch.

The hybrid had seen so many things in a night club. Really, it was beyond belief. Because when people called this hip, happening social scene a city's 'nightlife,' they were not joking. If life happened at night, most likely it happened in some kind of club, bar, or other nocturnal gathering place, usually where alcohol was served, but not as a rule. Carmen had seen fights, break-ups, make-ups, engagements, births, deaths, fires, raids, police activity, all sorts of amazing, frantic, spectacular things that showed so many different facets of humanity. And really, even though she never would consider mere humans to be equal, or even smart enough to run the planet and help dictate the rules that everyone – supernaturals included – should follow... they were still interesting as a bunch. Lively little buggers. And that was why the hybrid couldn't bring herself to hate them. She came to the conclusion that the supernatural beings that truly hated humans usually fit into one of two categories: the ones who had been wronged by humans in some way or another during the course of their existence or the ones who just couldn't bring themselves to understand or see the power and potential within the race. Okay, humans weren't that special on paper. They didn't have powers, were easily injured or killed, populated the world like rabbits, and could be so oblivious that it made her want to smack them sometimes. That was why supernaturals were just that... 'super.' But humans did have a purpose, and weren't completely useless. Throughout all the obstacles that time brought, and a number of different things going bump in the night that hunted them, they had managed to survive. They weren't – at least, not yet – extinct, but still thriving. Still populating the world and growing, and not by any small number. Humans had made huge technological advances and failures. They had seen medical miracles and created cures, started and finished wars, and done all sorts of other noteworthy tasks, and some of this had even been without intervention from those like herself who were 'special.' So, she had her opinions, and they weren't enough to put her on the light side or anything ridiculous like that – Carmen still had very high standards, and felt that equality was the most important detail to be cognizant of, now that war time was looming – but she didn't hate humans.

However, that night, she was slightly disappointed that her eyes hadn't led her to anything or anyone spectacular. Human or otherwise, Carmen usually had desires that were too big for even herself, and didn't settle. She was always looking for a good time, and someone who would be willing to share in that good time with her. It took her a minute, and a lot of schmoozing and doing her job before she actually got a chance to enjoy herself, but Carmen loved her work, and truly felt that the saying about having a job you love never really feeling like work, so she never felt like she worked a day in her life. Her job was fun, and not only did it usually end up giving her a VIP access to all the hottest clubs and people, but usually she got her bar tabs covered by the club owners, and had the power and authority enough to send a club into the stratosphere of the elite night club attendees or down to a crippling low, depending on the atmosphere and her treatment while she was in any particular establishment. Carmen wasn't greedy or anything with her power, but since she basically lived to have a good time, she wanted to ensure that patrons of a business would have an equally good time, even if she was unique in that she could basically create her own fun, and was something of the life of the party anywhere she went.

For Carmen, some of the most fun to be found while cruising the extensive nightlife of any city came from the chase. The hybrid had enjoyed being the person on the other end of a heated chase at one point in her life, and had gotten comfortable with her position as the pursued. Now, she was the pursuer, and enjoyed finding spectacular women to devote all her attention – and sometimes, a good bit of money – toward. Her eyes finally made their way to one woman in particular, and Carmen's 'people watching' skills came in handy for a moment as she started to analyze and observe from a distance, not wanting to get too close before she had a better understanding of what she might be getting herself into. There were some very powerful individuals in Manuka, and she could sense power from this woman in spades. That wasn't to say that the Latina was intimidated by or scared of power in any shape or form. Quite the contrary, she loved power, and most aspects of it. Whether it was her having the power, or being in the company of a woman with lots of it, it was intoxicating. Some people were just destined for power, after all. And the hybrid knew after only a few moments of watching the dark-haired beauty at the end of the bar that the only thing she cared about destined for this evening was some time alone with the powerful hottie she couldn't keep her eyes off of even if she wanted to do it. And she wasn't going to try, because she didn't want to stop raking her eyes over that sexy figure, that quiet feminine power that was all wrapped up in mystery, so she made her way over to the bar and ended up sharing a few rounds of tequila, introducing herself, and finding that she was becoming more and more interested in where her night was going now that she had met Ryanna.

The flirting that started up between them was immediate. Carmen was a little surprised, because it didn't take some kind of genius to figure out that this woman was... complicated. Luckily enough, Carmen liked complicated. After all, none of her relationships ended up lasting for any longer than a night or two, if the woman was particularly memorable or happened to cross her path a second time. Ryanna basically admitted to being complicated when Carmen showed a little bit of vulnerability where approaching her was concerned. For a brief moment, she had considered finding another person to focus on for the evening, but then remembered that she didn't settle, and if she was going to be turned down, it would have been for a reason other than a lack of her own trying. ”Should I have a reason to be afraid, Ryanna?” Carmen asked, batting her eyelashes a little bit, purring the other woman's name with her sultry accent, and keeping eye contact the entire time she spoke.

Already, her senses were starting to become frazzled, and this woman was enchanting her in a way that she hadn't experienced since, well, Lillith. Except there was a greater sort of magnitude here, and she couldn't avoid it, didn't want to question it, and did want to have a fantastic time. After all, if they were going to just have one night, why not make the most of it? It was an intricate dance, making sure someone was interested, and Carmen was careful to watch the signs, making sure that Ryanna seemed to be as into her as the hybrid was in returning the feelings. So far, so good. She kicked the flirting up another notch, especially when Ryanna encouraged her taking risks, and Carmen grinned wickedly. ”You'll find that I'm both curious and persistent... consider me captivated, until you decide to tell me whether or not my risks have paid off.” A little bold and daring, but not so much as what came next: she asked the lovely woman to dance, and pulled her to the dance floor, loving how everyone else just sort of fell off to the side to allow them the best space on the floor. The hybrid wasn't so confident to think that it had as much to do with her as it did her companion, but she also didn't mind. The fact that she was being able to lead, at least for the moment, was intoxicating, and was making her pulse throb along with the music when the two women started dancing together. Their bodies were so close, and yet still not as close as Carmen would have wanted them to be. So she made another demand.

She wanted Ryanna to touch her. The Latina wanted to feel those perfect hands all over her, so as she rocked her hips into Ryanna's body, she made her little request, and was elated by the fact that the other woman complied, even going as far as to ask whether or not she was doing it right. Carmen laughed quietly, although it was swallowed by the music and slid her hands over the tops of Ryanna's, then leaned back to speak in the woman's ear. ”Perfecto, Ryanna.” The feeling of the dark haired woman's nails over her sensitive skin was incredible, and while her mouth was near the other woman's pulse, she felt a little daring and snagged Ryanna's earlobe with her teeth, nibbling gently before moving down to give her neck a small nibble as well, then spun them so Ryanna could have a little more control of their dancing. She wondered if her actions would be welcomed, wondered how she'd be accepted by this powerful creature, and found herself nearly shivering with excitement to discover so much more about this captivating beauty.

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