Darla practically hammered on the door to the hotel room, her body shaking with anger. Jane was in there, Darla just knew it, so why didn't she just open the door and take her 'angry goth girl' medicine? She was hiding, that's what it was. She knew that now that she couldn't take Darla off-guard with her sneaky little hypnosis tricks, Darla would naturally assert herself as the dominant one. It was just natural.
After all, Darla had years of experience as a powerful, dominant, hypnotic vampire (five years in the Milwaukee Brotherhood of the Night, and three years of Vampire: The Masquerade campaigns before that.) She knew how to be commanding, how to take charge. It was her natural role. That whole thing a few hours ago, where she'd wound up hypnotized and curled up in Jane's lap while getting finger-fucked, that was just a...a fluke, that was all. Once she got inside the hotel room, she'd explain that to Jane in no uncertain terms. And Jane's ego probably couldn't handle being the bottom, so she was hiding inside her hotel room. Well, Darla was just going to wait her out. She'd keep knocking for as long as it took.
The door opened. "Sorry," Jane said, "I was in the bathroom. It's good to see you again, Darla!"
"I...um..." Darla suddenly felt at a loss for words, looking down at the shorter girl. Despite the foot of difference in their heights, Jane's eyes seemed to be staring down into Darla's, magnified by the large glasses. With a start, Darla tore her gaze away. No hypnosis this time, she resolved. She tried to remember what Jane had just said. "It is?"
"Sure!" Jane said. "I was hoping we'd see each other again. Come on in!" She flashed a mischievous smile. "That is what you have to do with vampires, right? Invite them in?"
"I..." Darla felt a moment of panic, like she was getting in over her head. But this was what she'd come here for, right? To give Jane a piece of her mind? She wasn't about to do that standing in the hallway. "Alright. But no hypnosis this time!"
Jane stood aside as Darla stalked into the room. "Oh," she said, her face falling a little. "But I thought...I mean, you seemed to enjoy it, before."
Darla's thoughts flew back over the last few hours, to her chance encounter with the petite girl with the long brown hair. She remembered luring Jane to a secluded alcove, preparing to role-play victimizing her. She remembered Jane demonstrating 'proper hypnotic technique' to Darla. She remembered...
"That's right," Jane said, "you can remember every detail of our time together, can't you?"
Darla nodded absently. She remembered sinking into a warm, hypnotic trance, remembered Jane's hands on her body, stroking her, caressing her, remembered sinking deeper as Jane touched, licked, nibbled--
Darla blinked rapidly. "Hey!" she said. "You were trying to hypnotize me again, weren't you?" She rubbed at her neck, knowing that Jane had left several large, embarrassing hickeys there over the course of their earlier encounter. It was more than a little humiliating. Vampires didn't get hickeys, they gave them. Jane's little stunt had cost Darla quite a bit of her 'vamp-cred', and while yelling at Jane wouldn't get it back, it would make Darla feel a little better.
"No," Jane replied, sitting down on the bed, "but at the same time, I'm a little surprised that you're so determined not to be hypnotized. If you didn't come up here to be hypnotized, what did you come up here for? A banana split?"
"A what?" Darla asked. "No! I came up here to tell you that I didn't want to be hypnotized, that's why I came up here." She glared at Jane in frustration, her face flushed.
Jane flashed that same impish grin again as she leaned back onto the pillows. "If all you wanted to do was not be hypnotized, you could have done that back at the con. You could probably even have gotten a banana split there."
"Well, I thought that..." Darla took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. "I mean, I figured once we'd made it clear who was in charge, that maybe, you and I..." She felt a trickle of sweat running down her back, and hot prickles all up and down her skin. She was supposed to be commanding and dominating, damnit! It wasn't supposed to be this hard to tell a girl she wanted to sleep with her.
