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Heather Kessler {Lady Heather} (dominates) wrote,
@ 2008-04-18 21:32:00

Entry tags:

heather kessler, mick st. john

[Backdated like a mofo.]
Who: Mick and Heather ... possibly some NPCs
What: Investigation!
When: Long, long ago (but not in a galaxy far far away)
Where: Bloodlust
Rating: TBD.

It had been easy enough to get one of her clients to slip her the name of one of the local 'vampire' clubs. She had made it very clear to him that she was interested in finding a serious club, and the man had obliged easily enough. Then it had merely been a matter of getting Rita to give her a description and finding something appropriate to wear.

Heather smiled and leaned over to speak to the man next to her, making sure to flash just enough cleavage ... and neck, knowing this place. While she didn't like to be submissive, she was all too willing to play the part for a little while if it meant that she could get information on the 'vampire' that she was looking for. It turned out to be exactly what the man had needed to open up, and after a light kiss to the man's cheek ... she was off to the private sector, heels clicking on the floor as she went. She lifted her hand and knocked slowly on the door, already feeling the irritation building up in the middle of her chest. She was angry, but ... she'd restrain herself.

For the moment, at least. She had to make sure the man was helpless before she really laid into him.

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monsterinhiding
2008-04-19 02:06 pm UTC (link)

Although he hadn't told Heather, Mick had taken it upon himself to follow up on the assault of Rita Sinclair. He'd been to the scene, paid some visits to the hospital as well. He'd even made some calls within his own community, such as it was. It cost him a hefty chunk of change, and a few phone calls to LA, to get anything from the Cleaner. Even that only got him the name of a club. The kind of place where more than a few cleanup calls needed to be made.

So now, here he was, standing outside. Bloodlust. He smirked. If this place was owned by a vampire, they were either new, or had a sense of humor. Older vamps remembered what it was like when people actually believed in their kind. Nowadays, you could push the boundaries. Even when he was mortal, believing that the undead walking among humans could get you in a padded cell.

Outside, he saw the expected mix of goths, wanna-be vamps, and punks. He was eyed by a girl wearing a Sex Pistols shirt. No way she was even born before Sid died. Funny how history repeats itself, even in as little as thirty years. The inside crowd was more of the same, plus a few predators. Literally; some of the vampires were the real deal. The bartender for one. With a quick nod in the his direction, Mick headed over to the back area.

When he reached the corridor, a familiar scent stopped him dead in his tracks. Heather. Picking up his pace, he turned the corner and there she was. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he was surprised. She'd proved herself to be both determined and resourceful before. Still, this was not a safe place for her.

Clearing his throat, he approached. If she had a cover, he wasn't going to blow it, but he wasn't about to let her walk right into the lion's den.

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dominates
2008-04-19 02:30 pm UTC (link)

She was equally surprised the moment that she heard the footsteps and turned around to spot Mick. She was certainly not going to leave, though, and her stance made that much immediately obvious. It was good to see him in a way, but in another more pressing way he would prove to be ... an obstacle and she was painfully aware of that. Heather shifted and favored him with a slight smile, nodding to the door. Of course he'd know who was behind it, but it was likely he didn't know what she was planning to do.

Then again, he could probably sense the same things he had when he'd visited her at the club in a more subdued, eager fashion -- the increased heartbeat, the slightly altered breathing and facial expressions. She kept the emotions in check, though -- if this vampire was anything like Mick she would have to fool him long enough to get him restrained. If the vampires in the club were predators, what was she, a bounty hunter? It was an amusing thought.

She flexed her fingers at her side. Her whip was absent (because carrying that around would surely evoke suspicion when arriving at the door of what she was told was a dominant vampire), but she was confident there would be implements in the room that she could use. The door cracked open and Heather's heartbeat sped only slightly. Already she was so close to her goal that she could taste it, but she was rather glad Mick had conveniently arrived at the same time, even if the other vampire would put the one she was planning to teach a lesson to on his toes.

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