(The ending of this story has been altered from the original Rp due to story flow.)
Vedis curls up on the carved wooden mantle of the cafe, her hunger nearly blinding her. She sits soaking in the warmth, the heat, hissing as her body begs to be fed. Her eyes close and she focuses, breathing slowly to calm her need. Trying desperately to still the raging monster inside of her. She begins to whisper a chant lightly as she has done in the past, pushing the demanding ache away, but it turns and swipes at her. Pain shoots across her abdomen and it does nothing but make the hunger stronger. She returns to the breathing, her tails flicking agitatedly as her eyes grow dark.
Her fingers dig into the wood, flakes of wood shavings flaking to the floor, blowing about in the current of heat eddies from the blue flame that burns beneath her.
“I…I remember panting…Wish I could…do that now.” Vedis’s darkened eyes snap open, flicked with the lightening of her power, she feels the presence of the spirit before she locks on the strange mist that seems to over before the door.
“What IS it with the damn ghosts around here?” she hisses, she sits up and glares at the mist, “What?”
The silky mist gathers together, slipping into the upper body of a woman, her dress obscured by the trails of mist that float where her feet would be. Her hair is dark, tied back to float carelessly around her porcelain carved cheekbones. “…sorry…” came the voice, whispering from the back of her mind as the misty form shivers, “I will...leave you…be.”
Vedis clenches her jaw as she fights the hunger, she sighs heavily, “No, no…” she closes her eyes for a moment then reopens them and forces herself to smile though it looks more like a grimace, “I am Madame Vedis.” She murmurs tightly.
The little ghost trembles, her lips quivering. She glances over the woman on the fireplace, her eyes drawn to the pale tails that flick over the wood. Her eyes widen and her lips part in a silent scream. Her mind slips back to the night before, the pain and fear of being taken by the Hydra, being torn nearly asunder by it’s mating frenzy. “No! No, gods no!” she cries out, her voice full of main in Vedis’s mind.
Vedis jerks back at the first brush of the pain, but she instinctively opens to it, pulling it in. The pain was a tempt, a tease against her hunger. She glares at the woman, her eyes wild. The blue flames reflect into their dark depths as the hunger takes over. She arches once, sucking in the spirit’s fear. It was a pale glory compared to those still living, but it would feed her. She relaxes into the feeding, slipping down from the mantel and stepping slowly towards the woman, her tail flicking slowly behind her.
“Is there a problem?” she murmurs, her voice echoing as if joined by a hundred women, all speaking seconds out of sync. It echoes around the room, and the blue flames spark behind her, sending shadows dancing toward the spirit.
The spirit barely notices her advance, her mind was locked upon the recent experience. She felt the pain of being violated, of being stretched beyond endurance. Her transparent lips parted in another scream as she doubled over. Echoes of her empathic ability from when she was alive kicked in. Sending forth waves of agony at being helpless, fear of the experience and the mindless terror of not knowing when it would end. "I...remember...no...make it stop...I...remember!"
She slinks forward, all hips and lips and sex. She gazes over the spirit as she collapses to the floor. Wisps of mist slipping from her as she is lost in her own memory. Shivering with the pleasure of the woman’s emotions she purrs, “Oh…I MUST have you…” she watches the whimpering spirit as she begins to gather her power around her.
The demoness crouches down over the spirit. She sighs lightly, a feast for the taking. She takes her gathered power and gestures over the spirit, her voice ringing out, again sounding like a hundred women speaking in chaos. Her magic slides out, searching for the heart of the frightened little spirit. Drinking in the woman’s pain and anguish as she does so.
So wrapped up in her work she barely hears the man as he enters. Only opening her eyes to look up at him when he gives a choked cry, ‘What are you doing to her?!”
Hissing lightly, she finds what she is looking for and her fist snaps closed, sparks flash from between her fingers. She presses her hand against her armlet, trying to tie the woman to the physical realm, trying to tie the woman to her. She flinches as the spell falters and she stands, her eyes flashing. She watches as the woman, sobbing near the floor begins to waver, the intense memory that she is lost in dragging her back to incorporealness.
“No.” she growls, “No spirit shall best me.” She gathers herself once more, power dancing across her fingers, licking across her lips.
The man hurries over, crouching down beside the ghost, he murmurs quietly, “Kitti…calm yourself.” His voice was low and calm though it was taking him everything he had to not lash out at the woman whom he perceived as casting an unwanted spell upon the girl. However, hearing her words he spun and rose to a defensive stance, trying to stand between Kitti and the demoness, "No spirit, eh?" he snarled threateningly, a growl beginning to thread through his voice, "Let us see how we can amend this travesty."
Vedis blinks up at the man, calmer now that her hunger is being fed, she notices his long white hair, held back by a thick strip of black cloth which matched the black clothing he wore. His skin was the color of twilight right as the sun dips below the horizon. But there was something about his eyes.
She frowns, “Out of my way fool.” She snorts, and flicks her fingers at the girl. Ethereal flames leap from her fingers, sliding quickly through the air toward the girl. “Dinner’s over Darling, time to move on…”
His arm snapped out to snatch at the flames, his own blackened aura snatches out several black, vaporous tendrils to completely envelop them and take them into his own form, his eyes flashing brightly at her, "Do not call my upon my ignorance when you do nothing to clarify it." he roared, "I AM ASKING YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!" his colorless hair begins to move and ebb as though there is a strong wind in the room, through the air was deathly still.
Vedis raises an eyebrow and smirks at the man. She gestures to the smear of ghost that was still visible, "Why, this young spirit seems to be in distress, I was simply trying to pull her out of the madness that has gripped her." she looks him over, amused at his spunk....and talent for snatching at her flames. Her tentacles lengthen slowly as she smiles at the man, her hand on her hip. "You are just prolonging her pain, and I'm full." she flashes her fangs as she chuckles.
The man narrowed his eyes, "Interesting..." he hissed, "How is it when I saw her not a few hours ago she was in perfectly fine condition, and when I find her with you, she's collapsed into this state..." he moved to protectively crouch by her, his eyes never once leaving the demoness. He takes a slow deep breath calming his inner voice enough to reach to his friend, trying to call to her, "Calm, calm... easy now... you are alright, it is past... you are finding the new now... you are searching for him... you will find him..." he did his best to keep his voice and presence soothing, though he watched the woman's every move ready to show her exactly how many different ways he could shred those tentacles off of her.
Flashing the man a grin Vedis replies in the same manor that he spoke with the spirit, "I have no idea, she walks into the cafe, sees me and falls into what you see now." she shrugs, "I fear I am used to the reaction and took the opportunity to sait myself." she smoothes her skirts, "I was quite hungry..." she murmurs. "But,” She gestures to the woman on the floor, “I did not cause this."
Kitti continues to whimper though his words were reaching her. Now rather than images of scales and a very large member pulsing and throbbing she was being drawn into her last living scenes. Her body staring to relax more into a cloud only to shift back to seeming human..ish.. But no longer as tightly curled in upon herself.
The white haired man stared at her with slitted eyes, just barely keeping his teeth covered before speaking, "We shall see what she has to say about that... forgive my jaded ways, but I am not one to believe you." his voice dripped with bitter sarcasm before he moved to lay a hand upon the back of the little spirit’s neck, taking a deep breath and preparing to send a bit of warming, calming energy directly through her, to bring her to peace and stability in both mind and form.
Spreading her hands with a short chuckle, "As I said, I'm used to such reactions." she turns her back on the man and steps back to the mantle, slipping into shadows as she flows back up to settle once again on top of it’s warmth. She blinks down at the man, calm now that the hunger no longer rides her. She sighs and watches the man with amusement.
“Must…find…must..” Kitti’s mental voice was quite weak, barely loud enough to make out more than the mumblings in the back of their minds. Awareness shifted through her mind as the man’s calming touch flowed through her and one image held sway. “My…son.”
They watched as slowly, almost painfully the woman began pulling the silken wisps of herself together, forming solidly on the ground before them. She looked up to the man, recognition in her eyes, “I..remember.” she uncoils from the floor and floats upwards, her eyes locked on his, “I…remember…Mateem.” She whispers his name, her pale fingers sliding out to touch his cheek lightly. She smiles beatifically at him, calm and at peace.
The man, Mateem nods gently, rising with her. “You will find him my friend. He is waiting for you.” He gives the woman on the mantle a look, a slight growl rumbling though his chest before turning back to his friend, “What happened to you Kitti? This one claims you walked in here and fell into a complete state of hysteria.”
Kitti shakes her head lightly her delicate finger brushing her temples. The recent events were there but felt a step removed. "I.. went exploring and… accidently... found a cave...there was…a beast there…I was...drawn…to…to sit before it." She pauses, lost in thought, but the man’s spell draws her away from such thoughts. "Well... after I... ran... and ended... up here... Something... reminded me..." she frowns and looks up to Vedis, catching the tip of her tail as it flips across the mantle. "That...” she points, “Her... tail..."
Chuckling Vedis draws her tails into her lap, “My tail? But it’s one of my favorite features…” she mock pouts. She leans back against the wall, her fingers lifting up to brush along the long black tentacles that slip up around her shoulders from along her spine, “Not my tentacles at all?” she snerks.
Mateem blinked a bit at her words, then looked to the woman upon the mantle, "She has a tail of one who resembled something that attacked you?" he began to relax a bit, letting out a soft sigh, addressing the demoness, "Sorry... I thought you had attacked her." he shook his head a bit, before looking back to his friend, "Alright?"
Vedis inclines her head, "You wouldn't be the first." she murmurs.
Mateem shrugged, "If you're insinuating that I judge based off of appearances, then I'm afraid you are highly mistaken."
They all look up as Sir Kitten Serpente enters the café. The man pauses on the threshold of the doorway, “Good evening.” He calls to those gathered, as he removes his black top hat and shakes the rain from his jacket.
Vedis waves the man’s words away, “As you say.” She murmurs, her dark eyes on Sir Serpente, her body relaxing against the warmth and the satisfaction of the feeding.
Kitti nods dreamily, her hand swaying out to touch Mateem on the arm, “Maybe I should go seek to keep calm at the tree.” She murmurs quietly. Mateem nods, and she disperses completely, fading back into the ether from which she comes.
Mateem looked about the room a bit anxiously, "Has anyone seen Miss Leigh tonight?" now that Kitti was taken care of and on her way to safety his original purpose for coming here floods back.
"I had hoped to see if she was doing well. I spoke with her briefly yesterday, over in the new row houses in the Meadows." Kitten says as he steps farther into the room. "I had thought to move my residence there, but now, I think it would just be such a bother..."
Vedis closes her eyes, languishing, “Not I.” she murmurs quietly.
Mateem shifted about agitatedly, "Dash it all, I need to find her!" he looked up to the second floor, not daring to go where he was not invited. "If any see her, please, tell her I'm looking for her and it’s a matter of utmost urgency, regarding Raylon." with that he turned and hurried outside unable to see the sarcastic wave that Vedis flicked at his back.
Mr. Serpente grins slightly toward Vedis. "And how is your business enterprise doing, Miss Seid?"
Leaning forward on the mantle, uncaring of decorum, she flashes Kitten a smile, "I fear I've given up on the Black Rose to pursue the Center for Occult Research and Education. A much better use of my time I think."
He bows slightly hiding his disappointment. "If you say so. I did see a broadside about the new Center, but not much more. Is it progressing well?"
"Indeed it is!” she purrs, “We have several members with the most fascinating research into different aspects of the occult. You should come to one of the panels. They are open to the public."
They all turn as Leigh, the Café proprietress steps down from above, a smile gracing her lips to greet the guests. Vedis sees her and bursts out laughing, nearly falling from her perch, “Oh goodness,” she snickers, “That’s funny.”
Leigh frowns and looks up at the demoness, “What is so funny may I ask?”
Pressing her hand over her mouth to still her amused laughter she cocks her head at Leigh, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “He just left.” She says cryptically. Leigh just shakes her head and greets the other patrons.
Kitten greets Leigh then turns back to the demoness on the mantle, “Yes, I would like to do so. Will you be announcing the panels in the newspaper?”
Vedis, calmed from her giggles slips down from the mantle and pulls a card from her waistband, she saunters over to him, handing him the small piece of paper, “Yes, the announcements shall be made through the paper. Do feel free to contact me for more information.” She smiles politely. “I do believe I shall take my leave now, Dark Paths.” She murmurs to the room at large before heading to the door and out once again into the eternal night of London.