Dance of enternity

[Mya Conrale]

Mya felt his power wrap around her. She let out a growl then it hit her. Angel or demon was the only thing he could possibly he. She started to rule out all the possiblities and angel was the only thing that made sense.

"Come find me and I'll tell you," Mya laughed.

The music sped up again and stoblights started to flicked. She started to moved towards the darkness then disappeared. With her incredible speed, she danced around. It almost seemed like her body didn't touch the others.

Within a second, the vampire was dancing on top of bar. She beconed him to come to her. Seductively her eyes locked on his then she disappeared again.

[faust]

Aharah smirked wolfishly and whirled around. Ah, as the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was so wont to say, the game was afoot. All he needed was a nice cup of tea, a silly hat, and maybe a shot of absinthe and... or wait, was it cocaine? That thought gave him pause. Oh, if only he remembered where he stashed that old manuscript... oh, that's right; he gave it away. You just can't hold on to the classics in this line of work.

He snapped back to reality, and to the fact that a demoness of some sort was waiting to play this fin game with him. Weavng in and out of the other dancers, his bizarre one-man waltz making him like a jerky ghost in the strobe light, he decided to avoid the overuse of his powers and give his date the benefit of leading the chase.

[Mya Conrale]

The lights flickered as there was a still turn in the music. Slower and slower it got into a burst of music echoed through the opera house. Such an energy rush the crowd gave off and the more she fed one it. Soon enough Mya knew energy alone wasn't going to save her.

Long ago she did feed on energy when first turned. She couldn't deal with the reality of what was happening to her body, to her soul. Resistance was the only way she thought to keep her humanity. That was all a blur now and at this point she kept her eyes on the angel.

He caught on to her game, playing it in a way of light force. She wanted more though. Just the meer cat and mouse wasn't good enough. Mya wanted to peek something within this angel.

The vampire reappeared dancing infront of a handsome clubber and human at that. She moved with his body as he wrapped his arms around her. She made sure that her eyes were pinned on her prey.

[faust]

Aharah stumbled, missed a step, maintained his tempo even as the song seemed to slow down. He became the brunt of more than a few rude gazes until he managed sheepily to fix himself.

It was an unexpected move on the part of the demoness. Just what was she attempting by dancing with that human? He felt a stirring of confusion as he looked at the man suddenly caught in the middle of their game. Was he another demon? No, he didn't have any trace of taint; he must have just been another hapless bystander.

Scowling, he used his Word of God to discreetly wind up behind Mya (he convinced her victim that his partner had just lovely eyes you could easily get lost in). "Is this a new rule you've made up?" He blustered, almost under his breath, "Or are you moving to prey you can actually hunt?"

[Mya Conrale]

Mya kept her eyes on him or so she thought. Within a blink he was gone. Where did he go? Her eyes drew a bit of confusing. She looked back at her human dancer and smiled, trying to show him that she was having a good time.

As she heard the strangers' voice, the vampire calmly smiled. Inside she was a bit blown away as he did the same thing she has just done. So he wanted to play that kind of game also?

"Yes it is and I make up the rules, " she hissed. The heat flared in her as she turned around to face the stranger while still keeping her dance partners' attention.

"I can hunt whoever I wish. This human is just a toy. You might be on my list."

The gentleman didn't hear here due to the loud music. She was thankful for that.

[faust]

Aharah felt a hint of anger at such a low blow. If he were a more shrewd game-player, he might have just fought fire with fire. But he, unlike his playmate, was bound by rules more strict and iron-clad. He couldn't just sweep any old woman off her feet without thought of the consequences. Misuse of the Word of God had serious repercussions for the humans he sued it on. Demons knew this all too well; indeed it was often the reason they used their manupilative wiles in the first place. Having a human girl fall for him, even temporarily, was something he just couldn't do.

So with this abrupt change in the rules, Aharah was forced to improvise on his terms. An idea came to him; just because he couldn't mess with people's minds didn't mean that minds couldn't be messed with.

Suddenly, abruptly, Aharah wormed his way in between the two dancers and grabbed Mya's hand. "A thousand pardons, but I wanna cut in." He said to the man with his best affected Brooklyn accent. With a gentle push, he moved the demoness a ways back. He muttered. "You've been enjoying yourself for long enough. Time to let someone else lead the dance." He smiled to himself, for he did not mean he would be leading, but someone else...

[Mya Conrale]

Mya shot a look at the angel then at her human dancer. He seemed a bit shocked as he frowned and took a step back. She heard him mumble something under this breathe. Due to her sensative hearing, she was able to make out the profanity the clubber was saying. He rolled his eyes and moved to the next available female going crazy.

Without having a choice, she walked backwards without bumping into anyone. Guess he didn't like her little game or maybe the way she played it. Only one way to find out.

" Aww, I was just getting started," said in a sarcastic tone then smiled.

Someone else? Someone else who? She hoped that he was talking about himself. Then again she didn't know him and didn't know.

[faust]

"You've been a very naughty girl." Aharah chided ironically. "Making up rules not everyone can follow. You see that guy you were dancing with?" He motioned to the fuming man. "He's a pretty decent guy once you get to know him. Old fashioned; still believes in being chivalrous. Of course, right now he thinks I'm talking about him. Oh, hold on." He burst into grating, roguish laughter.

He watched the man bristle. "You see? Of course, the thought he's being insulted is second only to the thought that I might be making you uncomfortable. Why, I bet if I were to do something inappropriate it would be..." He suddenly gave Mya a light slap on the buttocks. "Oh! Naughty hand, very naughty. Whatever will the lady think?"

[Mya Conrale]

"I know I am, I thought you knew that," Mya said in a sarcastic tone. "Life isn't fair and thats why rules are meant to be broken."

Her voice almost sounding a bit bitter as she thought about her life. Her mind snapped out of that thought when she followed the angel's voice to the fellow she was dancing with. She was sure that he was an okay person, even though right now he seemed like a drunken dancer caught up in the moment.

It would make sense if he thought they were talking about them, even though they were. People can just know when it is happening. "Maybe he is just a paranoid human," she purred.

Mya gave him a raised eyebrow as he slapped her butt. "Maybe I would like it or just kill you. Never know which one. I know I have a nice butt." A sassy look showed on her face as she continued to sway her hips to the music.

[faust]

Aharah smirked as he saw the man cross the dance floor. "Ah, yes..." He muttered, taking his accent to a new level. "Just watch this, dollface. Both the things you're huntin' are about to get away from you."

The man said something, just barely audible above the swell of the music that burst from the speakers. Aharah sneered. "'Ey! I'm dancin' here! You got a problem wit that... limey? Go on an' suck yer tea 'r somethin'." He began to turn himself and Mya away. "You don't deserve a broad this fine anyway."

The man put a hand on the angel's shoulder. "I said let the lady go!"

Aharah smirked, and muttered in his normal voice. "Ready? Watch carefully." He spun around and lashed out with his open hand. "Don't touch me, dirty Brit!" His blow was deliberately slow and obvious, and the man had no problem ducking under it. Soon the two went to brawling with a will. Aharah made no real hits on the man, but he was sure to make lots of noise to attract the security.