Sweet Taste of Sin, Elenore, Jared & Acacia!

[Elenore Wolff]

Elenore’s weekends always pertained to doing the same thing. Socializing, partying and just having fun with a couple of friends. Weather it be a club, a movie premier or celebrity flooded social event you could count on it that Elle would be there to scope out the hot guys and potential one night stands. . Much like tonight, she hadn’t had anything special on her calendar for this weekend so she made plans of her own to go to Block 122 and make the best of her night. She had called up her friends who were put on a special guest list since only blue bloods and their guests were allowed inside the exclusive club. She told them to meet her there at 10pm no sooner and no later then that. Of course Elenore would be late she was always late, just because she took her sweet assed time and didn’t care to rush for anyone they‘d be there when she arrived no matter what time. She looked into the mirror of her vanity table which lay right across from her bed. Her hair was in loose curls and hung a bit at her shoulders. The dress she was wearing tonight was one she had just bought, and she was pretty excited to wear, she definitely knew she was going to turn heads…..well when didn’t she. She laughed a little to herself as she applied the last touch to her makeup, some light peach lip gloss. She put all her makeup in her favorite black Marc Jacobs bag, it had a chain for a handle and studs surrounding it. As she stood up out of her chair she looked into the mirror again, this time seeing her sister standing in the door way. She swiftly turned around.

]“ Kat.” She said with a wide smile spread across her face. “I didn’t know you were here.” She added grabbing her dress and slipping it on, eyeing for her heals next. “Anarell” Her sister said with a smile and a nod. One specific thing Elle could remember from every lifetime about her sister was that she preferred to be called her angel name, Anmeal. Elle on the other hand had learned her human name and it sort of stuck with her, especially since the memories of her past lives were still showing up, in her dreams and at random times. “I figured you didn’t have plans but it looks like you do…too bad” Katrina said sounding a bit disappointed. Elle gave her an assured smile “Well then you should’ve asked a little sooner and not have waited 10 o’clock at night. Elle said Bluntly, she grabbed the shoes from on top of her bed, she had a habit of always laying out her outfit on her bed before she wore them. “Perhaps tomorrow, I don’t have plans yet.” she said, trying to make things better or at least please her sister. Of course she loved her sister, she had been with her for all of eternity, she could trust her and truly she was her best friend and nothing at all would change that. But her and sister over the years had became different people. Her sister was sweet and caring, though she was an actress she kept far out of the limelight. Elle was on gossip sites, blunt and had a reputation her sister wished she didn’t know about. Elle tried to remain her best around her sister but she couldn’t help it and her sister knew that over her life cycles she had strayed far from who she was in heaven. Though Katrina was probably the only who knew Elle completely inside and out and didn’t care to listen to gossip magazines she accepted her for who she was and knew that deep down Elle was still a caring person…or as caring as she could be.

She stood up in her heals put all her jewelry on that she had taken out to wear for the night. “ya…of course.” Her sister said quietly. Elle tried her best to smile as she put her earrings on but she could tell her sister was upset with her. Elle didn’t need to go out and be worried about if her sister was mad at her, so she tried to blow it over her shoulders. “Well have fun tonight, and please try not to get into trouble” Katrina lectured her and gave her a hug. “Ill try, ill talk to you when I get home…maybe if you’re still here.” Elle said with a smile hugging her back. Pulling out of the hug she slipped on her rings and grabbed her bag. Looking at the clock it was 10 past 10 and she was already late…Oh well, but she bet that her car could get her there in about 10 minutes but she wouldn’t risk it. Her sister walked out of the room waving her goodbye. Elle fallowed switching her light off and closing her door.

She made her way to her car, which was a black 2010 mustang cobra she was so proud for and she hardly seen them on the streets at least not yet. She ran her fingers over the car as she made her way into the drivers site. She unlocked the doors and hopped in. Turning the ignition she looked back in her backseat making sure no one was hiding she had weird habits of doing so ever since she had been attacked so long ago by a silver blood. She took a deep breath and opened the garage door with her remote, she sped away from the mansion and was onto the streets of New York making her way to the ever so exclusive Block 122 where she knew there was bond to be some fun that would find its way into her night. She took a deep sigh, as she swayed in and out of lanes. Katrina had always told her that she was likely to get in a car accident one of these days, not that it worried Elle she had a habit of thinking she was indestructible and could sway her way around almost anything. She had gotten in trouble and pulled over multiple times, but with her powers it was very easy to ease her way out of it. Not that the committee liked that. But boo to the committee and their rules, Elle just wanted to live her young life like it was her last, though she could probably count that there would be many to come.

In no time she was out of her car and making her way to the door of block 122. She manage to spot a few of her friends standing outside. “Why are you standing out here? You’re on the guest list, that means go in not stand outside looking like half the wanna-be’s that would die to come in now lets go!” She said sternly shaking her head and rolling her eyes at their stupidity. Her heals made a click clack sound on the pavement as she walked. It was one of the odd things that she had loved to hear. Her beautiful tan legs sparkling from the shimmer she had managed to put on. She walked fast but with an elegance her friends fallowing behind her like a gang of lost puppies and as soon as she could she spotted a man coming her way. A man that looked like he needed the money to stalk poor girls like herself.. A paparazzi. She sighed and rolled her eyes but luckily enough she was at the door.

She got her friends inside and she winked at them and told them to go do whatever as she walked to go order herself a drink. Tonight was going to be fun, she could feel it in the air along with all the familiars and blue bloods that flooded the place. She saw the small half of her inner circle make their way to the crowd of people dancing, she didn’t dance at least not when she was sober and she hadn’t been drunk since becoming a blue blood and knew she would probably never feel that feeling again. Not that it was important. She just swayed her hips to the music and kept her eye out for the crowd while the VIP room started to look awfully cozy. She began walking towards it, with the large cocky smile on her face. She was ready for whatever the night had in store for her and she was ready to the throw the punches. She was looking for anything that could spice up her time. Hopefully a boy, someone that could deliver.



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::Sorry it was a bit rambly and lengthy my muse kinda had a bad day.
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[Jared O'Conner]

Jared swam through the sea of people. It was surreal, being in a nightclub without a pair of head phones glued to his ear and controls at his fingertips. Acacia had invited him to Block 122. It was swank, VIP only and very exclusive and he couldn't help but feeling a little out of place. He was good at schmoozing when he need to but it wasn't exactly a way he liked to pass his time. He had come tonight in hope of repairing their slightly strained relationship. Ever since the palace and her brother's brash, abrasive behavior he'd felt uneasy. Their experience at the Palace hotel was bazaar to say the very least; Alaric was frankly a psychotic, protective, arrogant prick to say the least. Ever since his return to NYC a wrench had been thrown into their budding relationship and he got the feeling there was something going on but he couldn't put his finger on it. Yet, every time he tried to get to the bottom of it Acacia pushed him away. Once so sure about where he stood, he now couldn't find peace, always doubting.

He'd never really been a one woman guy but Ace had been the first one to really take his mind off of Marissa in a long time, and it felt good to be around her. He'd gotten comfortable with the way things were.

Now, as his thoughts wrecked havoc in his head, they made their way to the dance floor, Jared guiding her ahead of him by the small of her back. The DJ had picked a song with a strong beat, one of the new club remixes that had crawled it's way up the charts. Dim strobe lights in hues of red and blue cast the club goers faces in sharp relief. Once they'd dug deep into the masses he pulled her close and let his hips find the beat, beckoning her to follow. He ran his finger tips down her bare arms and shivered. Since they'd gone public he'd quit calling on his trusted one night stands, because she was able to hold his interest and to keep the paparazzi from digging up any dirt they could use against them since he seemed to be a hot topic now that he was tied to Ace. The effects of going without 'affections' for so long was really beginning to have an effect on him, making him easily distracted by all things physical. Bodies unknown pulsed and swayed around them, encasing their bodies until it felt like they were alone in the world. His senses felt heightened. The scent of her shampoo, the closeness of her body in front of him, all felt like they'd light him on fire.

"No brother tonight!" He yelled, in order to be heard over the music. You should come home with me tonight. His thoughts finished. The fact that they had been unofficially together since the Spring, and official for over a month was rare for him. But not having sex? That was unheard of. Both of them were more about sex than relationships and the lack of time in the sack was some trick of the fates. Yea, they both were pretty busy, but had they really been so enraptured in life that they couldn't spare time for a quickie?! What was up with them? Acacia sure wasn't shy. She'd made that clear to the entire male population of Duchesne. Had she been avoiding it, being a tease? What purpose would that serve? Was she trying to get with the hot new 'it' DJ just to up her social status? He frowned, something no one could really see in the dim light. He wouldn't put it past her.

Honestly, he wasn't hurt internally. He knew they weren't in love, but god damn no woman could whip him into living without his favorite hobby. The reasons why didn't matter, it just needed to happen soon. What? No one said Jared wasn't simple minded. Actually, if you looked beneath the surface it went much deeper than that. His unquenchable desire for sex had become a defense mechanism, a way to block out Marissa Rae from his thoughts. Every time he went without Marissa seemed to seep back into his thoughts, and his heart. His urges to find her, to beg her to come back to him became more demanding, an almost blinding pain; something he found both degrading and humiliating. Being with someone else was the only painkiller he'd come up with, and if that was deranged so be it. Everything about his situation was a little fucked up. You shouldn't be able to fall in love with a one night stand, to ache for a someone you've only met once.

Someone near them stumbled a bit and fell into him slightly, knocking him back into the present. He shook his head as if to clear it and got back into the song. He had been caught up in his own skull, but no one could tell from the outside looking in. He forced his doubts and the picture of Marissa's face into a little box and slammed it shut.

His attention turned fully back to his dance partner and her body in his hands. They clamped on the front of Acacia's hips, bringing her delectable backside closer to him and he ground his body against her. Around them others mimicked their act. He inclined his head and dragged his lips against the soft skin of her neck.

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[Acacia Masen]

A diamond encrusted chandelier earring caught the light like a small galaxy, all the jewels implemented in it sparkling like tiny stars. The track lighting blazed down in at Acacia’s flawless visage from nearly every angle as she stroked a thickly coated mascara brush down the length of her lengthy eyelashes. The heat from the light bulbs swirled through the air though hardly bringing a flush to the perfectly hollow cheeks of the heiress before the expensive mirror. One last coat of heavenly black mascara and her dark orbs were finished with their decorating. Standing from her plush vanity chair, the vampire hefted a tube of clear lip gloss before quickly swishing it over her pout. Finished in good time, Acacia didn’t bother to glance at the large clock centered on the adjacent wall as she flicked the make-up lights off and strode out of her now dark room. Leaving a trail of saturated, perfumed air in her wake, the blue blood make her way regally down the main staircase in her family’s penthouse, flitting from stair to stair with a grace that would seem sickly to a skillful human eye.

Not bothering with a coat, Acacia snatched up a gold clutch one she was in the marble foyer and ghosted through the elevator doors, Jimmy Choos clacking on the hard floors like squabbling children. As the Upper East Side princess exited the metal lift after a brief moment of descent gazes of all kinds were drawn in her direction. It was a social hour for Manhattan, the time when all the rich and famous typically mingled. The lobby of her building was packed with socialites of all kinds though none were as fabulous as this particular Masen. Acacia was a vision in a form fitting plum-colored BGBC number, the folds of the fabric descending one of her perfectly defined shoulders and cascading over her lithe figure like it was made for her and her alone. The vixen smirked to herself as she exited the building, taking time to nod to the doorman.

Less than fifteen minutes later and black heel after black heel could be seen exiting a sleek midnight town car as Acacia Masen made her appearance at Block 122. Prowling from the car she ignored the extended hand from her driver and swiftly pranced up to the front doors, casting a smirk of superiority over the crowd waiting outside as paparazzi of all sorts ran out of their various hiding places to snap her picture. Standing still for a moment to give the frolicking flashbulbs a chance, the minx posed quickly before she was hustled in by the bouncers. As planned, as soon as she breached the interior of the haven, Jared O’Connor was waiting patiently for her beside the coat-check. She’d gotten him in on her name, and now the heiress planted her hand in his and began to lead the abandoned familiar through the elite crowd. Soon enough she felt the human’s warm hand through the luscious purple material covering her back and let herself be guiding in to the very thickest part of the throng. Before they were too far in, the blue blood leaned in expertly to plant a kiss on Jared’s lips. Words were pointless at this point due to the loud beats of a remixed Marilyn Manson song so she let her hourglass frame do the speaking. Not that it was the first time.

Pulled close by the familiar, Acacia folded into him, following each and ever movement of his hips with a sultry version of her own. At Jared’s less than subtle mention of Alaric the vixen merely shook her head. It wasn’t worth getting into this, not now. In a quick move to distract her man-candy the vampire reached behind her and slowly ran her manicured hands down the sides of Jared’s thighs, pausing ever now and then to clench her claw-like digits and squeeze. The hard bass of the song reverberated through the floors of the building, causing the drunker humans in the room – typically all familiars anyhow – to stumble and fall in accordance to the music. A vampire herself, Acacia hardly jostled at the chaos around her, focusing more on the fact her boy-toy’s hands had just clamped down more roughly on her hips. Her own slim hands moved over Jared’s pushing his digits harder around her bones. As soon as his lips moved down to drag across the exposed side of her neck, the heiress swiftly tucked her hair around the other side and swiveled on the spot so that she was able to face the abandoned meal.

Slender digits like medusa’s snakes, the sultry vampire snatched at Jared’s shoulders, pressing herself into him. “Now, since there’s no one to interrupt,” She whispered, not really caring of he heard, but she doubted it. Large doe-eyes smoldering the brunette brought her lips to the familiar’s again, feeling him press harder back towards her for what she assumed was another body falling into him. Unfortunately they preformed the domino effect and Acacia simultaneously bumped into someone behind her. Annoyed, the beauty tilted her head around, only to lock eyes with Elenore Wolff.

[Elenore Wolff]

Her stylish black pumps might as well have been quiet since the sound of the loud music pulsated through the building, drowning out any sort of little sound such as a click clack from a heel. Her hot pink Dress stayed clung to her delicate frame and her purse was held in her right hand. She had regretted bringing her friends there tonight it was definitely a mistake bringing the idiots there since even though they grew up in the same surroundings Elenore did she always felt more grown up then them. She wanted to bust out laughing at how dumb they made themselves look bumping and rubbing on each other in such an ungraceful way she was almost certain she would leave without telling them whoever she found some-one useful to leave with. She let her eyes wonder more, standing in her one spot in the middle of it all. Her hip was popped out slightly with one hand held on it, the very hand which was holding her purse. She was standing what most would recognize as a bit predatorily.

Looking around about the dance floor she was going to join in herself to dance with the blue bloods and their meals alike. Of course then the crowd seemed to do a domino effect just as she was walking onto the dance floor. She stumbled a bit then at that very moment her eyes got caught with those of Acacia Masen. She glared a bit at her. Acacia a girl Elenore tried to like but could never seem to get to that portion. Elenore wasn’t into fallowing people around and it seemed as though Acacia all she wanted was to be the leader. The two were rivals of course in many things and Elenore just laughed whenever things got intense about the two. Or she’d get angry to the point she would want to ruin that little pixie like frame that Acacia seemed to contain thanks to her blue blood genes.

Before Elle started to step off the dance floor she kept a keen eye on Acacia Masen, trying to get a good glimpse of the guy she was dancing with. The lights were distorting it all making everything look like something it wasn’t. That was when she caught a glimpse of his face and Elenores face turned up into a smile and she almost felt one moment of complete happiness. No guy had done that, at least not this cycle or the past two. Her head was spinning around with all sorts of emotions that she would rather not have. This wasn’t Elenore Wolff not the one she knew. Her immortal twin, It wasn’t him though it couldn’t be this guy was a mortal this guy was….a familiar. He was already branded by another blue blood. Acacia? Possibly she didn’t know nor did she even began to care. . He looked so much like him, she blamed it on the lights that’s what it was if she got closer she knew he would look nothing like her beautiful immortal twin…..or she hoped to God that he wouldn‘t.

She stared at him as she walked back onto the dance floor. Her mind more in a twist then ever, her eyes stayed on the attractive man who was dancing with the enemy. Acacia was probably noticing Elenore staring down her date but Elle didn’t care and Acacia could come say something to her if she liked. Elenore grabbed a young Red-Blood close by, unsure of his name she began dancing with him. She had trouble keeping her dress from riding her leggs and not making it shorter then it already was. She felt his warm hands clasp onto her waist as if she was some fragile little doll. If the poor mortal only knew what she was capable of. She got Closer to Acacia and her date. She finally locked eyes with the attractive male and winked a seductive wink at the boy. Dancing up against the young red-blood she kept her eyes on Acacia’s dance partner only imply things with the way she moved and hopefully steaming up the room with every breath he took.

She kissed the lips of her dance partner and locked out of their dance. She began walking closer to the attractive familiar that was Dancing with Acacia Masen. Her face was strong and proud, determined in a way. She licked her plump pink lips with one sultry smile and walked up to the boy. Not saying a word but if he knew anything about the opposite sex he could only guess what she implying through her eyes. She walked up to him ignoring that Acacia was even them and took his hand hoping that he would fallow her back into the VIP section hoping he would get her implications and she could finally be with the boy who reminded her so much of her soul-mate. The intensity was almost powerful. The sensuality was as plane as day as were her intentions. She leaned into him and finally began to speak. "I say you could be having a lot more fun." She said loudly but over the music it most likely sounded like a whisper. Her smile was sweet but her thoughts were far from innocent. "How about we make that a reality?"