Into the serious moonlight
." Her snow-white hair floated in the air as she poured her seductive powers into the dance. "
Brighter than the stars above you shine? And the loving feels alright.
" Her hands weaved above her, slowly lowering her chin, the tips of her fangs came into view as she smiled at Samuel. Her fingers running along her eyebrow ridge and her upper cheek bones drawing his gaze to her argentite gaze. Hoping he could see how her blood magic was filling her iris'. Knowing that she could and would be able to feed his need given what they had learned about them. "
Give me the moment that the world won't need
." They had known two centuries ago of when Samuel's distant relatives arrived in the city and when they joined that hoodoo branch. The events of a hundred and fifty years ago would have been the event that brought the oracle into the world. Yet now not only was he going to bring about that glorious event, he was also going to repay for the sins of his ancestors. To gift her people with a new life that had been stolen so long ago.
"
Ce soir. Tu es à moi. Ma chérie
." Thrusting her arms out to him as she bent forward. The lights went low as she called to his magic. Willing it to rise from its slumber to fill the club in its presence. Her arms jerked to the rhythm as she continued on with the spell. "
But your fears ain't no strangers for me
." Red mist swirled around her hands as she rose. Her body swaying to the music, weaving her magic with his. Her eyes glanced around at the small orbs of light that floated in the air all around them. Noticing how not one of her people moved, knowing what those orbs truly were. Her silver eyes centered on Samuel as she tried to steel her quivering body as Samuel's magic arced off of his body. If the music had been any lower, she was sure that it would sound like electricity popping in the air. "
Morning can never be as cold as you leave
." Her bare foot eased down onto the step as her hands rose over her hips. Blood-red roses sprung from the floor boards as she took another step, then another, allowing those glowing eyes of his to view her body to his hearts content. Spinning on her heel as she entered the entrance to that little area for them. Shaking her ass making sure the light was shining through the material, so he could see how taut her pale white ass was. Squatting down plucking one of the flowers, praying that Samuel would accept the gift. If he did than the first half of the spell would be complete, yet if he didn't then they would have to hunt for another one like her to fulfil Seipowe's will.
"I present this gift to you," Nimue said lowering herself to the floor. In her hands rested that blood stained flower. It's thorns razor sharp eager to drink it's fill of those foolish enough to handle it. In her eyes his body seemed to be on fire as his magic cloaked him in a azure light.
"You might want to close your eyes," Samuel warned before those bits of magic sought out his body.
Shutting her eyes quickly, through her eyelids she could faintly see the outline of his body as that small area was flooded in the magical light that radiated off of his body. Her heart stilled as she felt the touch of his fingers against her palm. Listening intently for any signs that the thorns had plucked his skin. Peering through her eyelashes as Samuel brought the rose to his lips. Containing her gasp as she watched how the petals began to disintegrate. Looking behind her as the others followed suit. Staring in awe as those blood-red bits of light swirled around Samuel's body before slowly fading away as they sank into his skin. Her lip trembled knowing she had succeeded in ensuring that she would be the one.
"Thank you, for accepting my gift," Nimue said her head bowed, her hands ran down his thighs. Trying to keep her blood tears from falling at the realization of what was to come next. Two weeks to show him and Seipowe that she was worthy to carry this child.
"Hey," Samuel said softly, reaching out gently touching Nimue's left shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, I am now," Nimue said her silver eyes quivering in joy as she looked at him. Taking the napkin from the small table dabbing her eyes to soak up her blood. Her hand slipped into his as he offered his hand helping her to stand. "It feels my heart to know that you accepted me as your wife," she said in a pleasure filled sigh.
"Wait! What?!"
"Surely you had to have known this is what was going to happen?" Nimue asked waving for her people to return the club back to it's normal activity. Turning her chair slightly so she could peer at him.
"Actually no," Samuel said scratching his head. Silently muttering to Hekatê that a heads up would have been helpful. "But knowing Hekatê she's probably laughing at me," he said in a sigh hanging his head.
"I see," Nimue said sitting back in her chair. Pondering on how she was going to fill him in. "Well," she began to say feeling how her blood rushed to her cheeks painting them in a bright red hue, "you must understand when one of our kind wishes to have a child. We must perform the Aimo Avgo given to us by Seipowe. Where sometimes the children born are like me," gesturing to the lack of pigment in her skin and hair, "who's sole duty is to ensure that we heed Seipowe's will and enforce her laws on our people. We also marry for life...well for a century or two," Nimue said quickly looking down as those eyes of his studied her face. Praying that he found her attractive enough. "Now as to why I know who you are, Seipowe or Hekatê as you call her told me of you. Of how you practice your own form of magic, and how your line is almost gone," she said, her fingers ran along the table's surface before coming to rest over his hands as she leaned forward. "I get that, I can't fathom what that is like for you. Know this, I shall never keep you away from them. I would never deprive the right hand of the need he has," Nimue said gently squeezing his hands. "I promise over the next two weeks I'll show and teach you everything about us. So that you will feel at home here," she said smiling sweetly.
"So...," Samuel said clearing his throat unsure if it was wise to ask a vampire if her labia were pink or not. So he went with something a little less risky. "Are you like an albino or something?"
"In a way, but it's more of a sign that we have been chosen as future blood priest or priestess," Nimue said her thumbs brushing along the back of his hands. "Every vampire here and around the world can use blood magic to a degree. Some are better than others, while some aren't born with much of it at all. Then there are people like me hand picked by Seipowe herself," she said taking pride in herself. "Who study the art for years and years, twisting the blood to heed our will at a thought," Nimue said feeling her body growing thirsty, and she didn't want to nibble on Samuel just yet. Snapping her fingers getting one of the attendants to bring them some refreshments. "Now I hope I don't have to tell you to keep your visits here to yourself, now do I?" she asked a mischievous light played across her eyes.
"Who would believe me anyway," Samuel said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, given how that author wrote about us in those damn books and two movies. We've been seeing more of your kind searching for us. I'm used to hiding from pitchforks and torches just not humans that wish to feel our kiss," Nimue said flashing him a seductive smirk.
A curious thought popped into his mind. If her magic worked in tandem with his. Would the spell he had been experimenting with, work on Nimue? He felt how similar their magic was to one another. So he knew she was speaking the truth about them serving the same goddess. Then again, all magic came from Hekatê he just never thought about manipulating people's blood. Turning his left hand over, his eyes watching her body as his middle finger ran along the palm of her right hand. His eyes watched hers as she quickly glanced down. Her left hand held on to the edge of the table, her grip crushed the wood fibers as the table's top began to crumble in her hand. Adding a tad more power to the spell a smirk graced his lips as Nimue released a whimper as her back arched. Listening to her haggard breathing, his eyes focusing on those hard white buds that pressed against the translucent fabric. Quickly sliding away as the table broke in half, the look Nimue was giving him chilled his blood.
"What...was that?!" Nimue asked huffing as the remains of the table fell to the floor. The power she felt was so overwhelming. She had to catch herself from cumming the first time, yet she couldn't stop it when he added more to her body.
