The immortality of Velvet

An act, once done

Mitchell groaned, picked up his backpack and headed hastily after Velvet. Stupid girl, maybe her losing her head wouldn't be such a loss after all.
Eugh.

He held back as she leaned against a house, frowning as he watched. This was going to be messy, but she had to learn. This would have been easier for everyone involved, if her Sire had actually done his goddamn job. Although he wondered what anyone could do with such an unruly childer she was like a one woman disaster area.

"Don't you dare get in that damn car..." He muttered under his breath.

She looked at where he was, frowning at her and she shrugged in confusion. She thought this was what he wanted, to bite someone and feed off them. It wasn't something she wanted to do but she knew she could, and she in no way wanted to become the thing he described earlier. She was frightened but couldn't see any other way out.

The man got out of the car and made his way over, but not to her. He made his way over to Mitchell but before he could be intercepted he asked him the question she knew was coming. 

''How much for her?'' Behind him she looked at the cockney vampire with an 'I'm sorry but do you think this will work?' look.

Mitchell's expression broke into a strange smirk, he looked to Velvet, then at the guy. "Depends where ya wanna take her." He dropped into character, folding his arms. "Ya want the place too... " He gestured to the building they'd come out of. "It's thirty for the full hour."

 If they could encourage this guy either into the flat or down a dingy alley this would all be a lot easier. Shitty flats had no CCTV and the neighbor's were pretty used to random people coming at all hours.

Velvet came up behind him much like earlier with Mitchell and spoke into his ear with a low, sultry whisper. "I would really like a bed for the night and there's so much more we could do in a warm room." She licked picked up his neck and shuddered the same time as him, he tasted and smelt so good. Her hands trailed along his shoulders, causing different kind of shiver, though it could be explained away with the weather being what it was.

"Yeah, all right I'll have her in a bed for the hour." He dishes out his wallet and handed over thirty but from where was, Velvet saw a great deal more notes. " Let's get started."

Mitchell quickly pocketed the notes and gave Velvet the key. He'd follow at a distance, he didn't want to spook this guy. Get him to the room first. He hoped Velvet understood that expectation.

"Have a great night." He told the guy with a rather fake looking smile as he rammed his hands back into his jacket pockets, leaned against the wall and nodded to Velvet to go.
As quick as she could she took him upstairs and into the room, wasting no time. Through well contained disgust she'd try to convince him to shower with her.

                                                                                                                                                                                                         ''You must be so cold, why don't we get a shower?'' She hushed up any protests, it was like that side of her from earlier was resurfacing and it was desperate. ''Why be cold? Let the shower heat us up, after all who said we only have to wash?''

He swallowed and allowed her to lead him into the bathroom, it was nothing to write home about but it had a shower so it would do the trick. They stepped in once undressed and started the shower, with a motion of her hand and 'let me wash your back, Babe.' It could be over swiftly.

The blood didn't gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of his heart. At first it came thick and strong, flowing through her lips as they clasped the pierced flesh. She felt the blood move over her tongue, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than the man's own skin. After a few moments more the blood was still leaving his rapidly paling flesh, but the pulses were slower, weaker.

Soon enough she lets go and watches him fall to the bathroom floor, she leaves the bathroom wet and naked, still trying to figure out what happened. ''...I-I did it.''