Dance To The Darkness (Olivia)

[tyra]

”Alright. You are free to go in ma’am,” A deep voice rumbled as a milk chocolate hand moved the heavy iron door to the side to allow her in. A smirk held on her lips as she winked to the bouncer and side her identification card between her breasts. Five inch patent leather laced up heels that went to mid-calf and was open in the front as if holes had been cut out of the boot clinked against the floor, but was soon muffled by the music. The ground vibrated beneath her with every step as pop music mixed with techno boomed through the speakers. The beats were fast and the tune of Brittney Spears was catchy. Strobe lights of different hues bounced off bodies in time with the music as if it was a camera snapping photos; each pose told a story. A mist rose from the floor and wrapped itself around dancers as they swayed to the beat. The large room was dark except for the lights that flickered on bodies. With her keen vision, she could see the dj booth on what seemed to look like a platform stage with three steps that was large enough to hold all the equipment that was needed for a dj. The man looked fairly young with a tan that made him look like he had been surfing all of his life and blonde hair that looked shaggy. He wore a white shirt with green sleeves as he worked the turn tables. To the far left of the room was a bar that was in a semi-circle. The stools were green also, which seemed to be the color scheme of the club. The bartender had her dark hair with orange tips pulled back into a tight ponytail. A smile held on her pale face as she spun the bottles with both hands and poured drinks. It was easy to tell that people at the bar were well entertained and the bartender was happy to oblige as long as she had her tips. What seemed to be in a little off from the bar was an open door area that held couches. Tyra was pretty sure there was a pool table and dart board in there, but she wasn’t certain.

Hazel eyes continued to scan her surroundings as her hips swayed to the music. Tyra wore a black vinyl dress that showed off her flattering figure. The black, sleek dress stopped mid-thigh that showed off her long legs. The front of the outfit dipped into a v-neck that was low enough to show off her cleavage. The dress was held together by a chain strap that went across the back of her neck. The sides of her body were exposed except for seven small hooks that made large gaps that held the two fabrics together. Her short hair was in soft finger waves as her make-up was simple except for the black eyeliner that winged out from the corner of her hazel eyes. Lips gloss and black studded earrings completed her look. The Nimir-Ra needed an escape. Her life had taken a dramatic turn to the point that she was confused about her own origins. Being a wereleopard wasn’t enough. Now the other half of herself started to take effect. She didn’t like it or understood it. Tyra didn’t know what to think about it or how to handle the current situation. She didn’t want to accept it since it was the very opposite of her being and yet it was a part of her being. Being around her Pard wasn’t enough. Tyra needed to get away and a club was the perfect escape. Music took over her body as it was apart of her and stress always slid away from her mind. She did not want to drink for it would only cover up her problems and not resolve them. The Leopard Queen had heard about Masonic and thought it was worth giving the club a try since she had never been there. So far, it didn’t seem like she would be staying long.

Shields tightened around her body like she was made of steel. The last thing Tyra wanted was for someone to be able to neither read her nor detect her energy. Her scent would always be potent, but she found a way to dim it. As she made her way to the dance floor, she tasted the energy of the room. So man different flavors lingered that it was hard to decipher which was which. There was no reason for her to dwell on it for the music was calling to her. She weaved through the crowd and made her way towards the center of the crowd. Her hips moved with the music which the rest of her body followed. Her hands rose about her head as she started to snake her body in a sensual manner. Bodies pressed against hers as she felt hands reach around her slender waist. A body pressed against her backside as it moved along with hers. In one fluent movement, she spun on her toes and faced the person who was behind her. A playful smile held on her face as she pressed her body against his. His hands moved up her arms and cuffed her wrists as she started to descend to the floor as his hands lowered. Her hips twisted as she started to pop her buttock as she came up. She became the music, but something was off. Tyra ignored it and kept on dancing.

(Music playing: www.youtube.com/watch?v=NK8ZDK7ts14 )

[OLIVIA THORNE]

The night was young and the music was thumping. Olivia's red heels clicked on the floor to the beat. She could feel the rhythm pounding on the floor beneath her. Her smooth pale legs were crossed under her tight black dress as she sat back on the red velvet seat. Her back as perfectly aligned to the long booth seat, her elbows resting on the back with her hands dangling. She was relaxed and trying to have a good time. She watched the dancers on the balcony's and the people on the dance floor. Olivia had been around, meaning she made a few friends along the way. Granting her access to some of the most secluded parties and hottest clubs. She got to sit behind the red velvet rope and chat with the owner. It was necessary for her to be able to get into any place she wanted, for she liked to pick her victims wisely. She didn't like to mess up or leave any trace. It may just be a meal to other vampires, but to her it was entertainment as well. Grabbing her martini glass filled with blood, she reminisced about her days as a saloon girl.

There was no loud techno music or bright flashing lights. Only the sound of men yelling and laughing, chips clanking together, and the music from the piano. The room was filled with smoke and left a harsh taste in your mouth if you held it open for too long. Customers did not order dirty martini's or cosmo's. It was all whiskey and rum. The men were dirty and drunk, always gambling their hard earned money away on a game they weren't going to win at. It was pathetic really. But Olivia didn't care, it was what she made a living off of. Even though she was a 'lady of the night' she didn't go without. Being one of the most wanted and prized saloon girls she had pretty dresses, took a bath every night, and had a lifetime of free drinks. She had to look attractive to make money. One of her most favorite dresses was a long green and black gown. Detailed black beading ran down the front of the pale green top. A black undercoat with black beading horizontal all the way to the back of the dress. With her hair up in curls and a matching black beaded choker, she was the talk of the town. Until she died and came back of course

She watched the bouncer at the door on the other side of the bar move aside and let a woman in. Normally Olivia wouldn't think anything of it, throw it aside. But her body felt tingly when her eyes set on her. Sitting up she watched closely as the female made her way towards the dance floor. There were different kinds of scents Olivia had been noticing through out the night, but as soon as she walked in a strange smell took over her senses. It was familiar but she couldn't recall where she had noticed it before. It was recently or she would of instantly remembered. Being a vampire she had an exceptional memory. She placed her glass on the table beside her and excused herself from the V.I.P section. She bowed her head to the bouncer protecting the elite guests and made her way to the dance floor. She kept a far distance away, but never took her sight off of her. She hated that she couldn't remember her and that the smell was so alluring. It made her mouth water, she licked her ruby lips. Moving her curled hair out of her face she smiled and watched the young feline move her body to the beat.

TAG!? TYRA
WORD COUNT 626
OUTFIT present day , flashback dress
NOTES!? srry it took so long and its short. in the beginning i had alot of muse but i had to leave in the middle of writing it so i lost everything XD

[tyra]

The flashing lights seemed to linger on Tyra has her body moved like an elegant robot of the illusion the strobe lights gaze off. A smile spread across the male’s face, showing off his deep dimples and pearly white teeth. He had eyes only for the Nimir-Ra as she stared deep into his eyes, seducing him with silence and the movement of her body. Tyra rolled her body as she brushed it against his, barely touching his torso. He opened her arms as his hands slid down her sides to her hips. Playfully, she knocked his hands off of her hips and shook her index finger as if to say ‘bad boy. Tyra bit her lower lips as she gracefully twirled around the man into two spins. She landed in back of him and pressed her back against his as she started to juggle her behind. He grabbed her hand and spun Tyra on her toes to move her in front of him once more. They body moved together as if they were one. A leg moved between his as his hands cuffed under her buttock and lifted her off the ground in a short spin. The human moved as graceful as she did as Tyra leaned backwards as he spun her. As she landed, Tyra moved seductively backwards as her hazel eyes were locked on his. She beckoned him to move forward and he obeyed like a hungry animal. Tyra shook her finger once more as she shoved him playfully and continued to dance. The music coursed through her veins and she placed cat and mouse with the handsome man.

As the song ended, the Leopard Queen smiled and winked to the man with deep dimples. He tried to follow her through the crowd, but Tyra moved like slippery ice through the mass of bodies. She was not in the mood for a hook-up, but just to simply enjoy herself. For some reason, the club did not satisfy her mood. Maybe it was too much pop for her and not enough techno or maybe she wanted a different genre to dance to all together. A hand ran through her soft waves as she stalked towards the door. Her hips swayed to the next song as she exhaled. The Leopard Queen could feel the power pulsating through the club like liquid fire. She inhaled the aroma of sex and adrenaline. Slightly, her shields lowered to feel more of that sensation. Hazel eyes started to close as unconsciously, her magick weaved throughout the club. Tyra could hear two drunken men bickering not too far from her side. She could feel the anger emanating off of one of the men’s body, while the other man had hatred bottled up inside of him. She didn’t know what they had been arguing about, but Tyra did not care. All she wanted was for that hatred and anger to escape both men and expand. The next thing she knew was she heard a shattering shriek. Hazel eyes snapped open to find blood seeped from the head of the guy who had anger inside of him. We went down and fast. Glass was everywhere on the floor as bouncers rushed to the scene. Heads turned as people started cursing at the guy for had hatred in him. The next thing she knew was an all out fight between the bouncers, other club goers, and the man.

Tyra hurried to the door. She knew the ambulance had called, but she the Nimir-Ra did not want to stick around to know what else would happen. Tyra had no clue what came over her, but it seemed like she was in that same trance when she was at a concert. Ever since had been met Mikel, odd things had been occurring. Confused, she pushed open the heavy door and the crisp, warm air hit her. Tyra sighed as she closed her shields back up and started to walk to her car. Heels clicked on the cement as she thought about the next club she would go to. One little crazy fight at a club didn’t ruin her clubbing experience. The only thing it did was made her not want to go back. Humming softly to herself, Tyra walked to the parking lot and pulled out her keys that her tucked away on her. She hit the automatic button and sighed once more as she reached for the door.