No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

Valeria Silvius, One of the oldest vampire alive. She's been walking on earth since 1408 and have meet so many people, yet one really stuck with her. Avianna Alastair, A siren, has pulled many in with just her voice alone, yet in 1800 she managed to allure, a vampire and since then, it's been hatred from both sides. But what happens when forces recreates the same scene for them, just 224 years later, at the exact same place, and day. With a sweet voice calling and tingling fangs, they were eye to eye once again. What could possibly make the hate go away? (Slow Updates) -------- "Something tells me this isn't the main reason you're here either," Valeria said, running her tongue over her teeth before she stood up. She opened my legs standing in between them. She ran her hands up my stomach, over my breast and to my neck holding it with both of her hands, making me look her in the eyes watching them slowly turned red. Valeria moved my head around, tightening her hold on my neck causing me to close my eyes. Yet she pinched the side of my neck causing them to open again-to see her eyes fully red. "Tell me what you are here for" Valeria whispered, pulling my face closer to hers, looking me in the eyes as her pupils grew. "That doesn't work on me" I whispered but she just smirked, pulling me closer-to the point our noses were touching. "Of course it does baby" Valeria smirked, quickly her pupils formed into a thin line and her smirk disappeared, "Tell me baby-what are you here for" She whispered and this time the weight of telling her was on my chest, choking me. "Agreement-" I started causing her to nod and pull away her hands still on my neck, "I want us to feed off of each other through sex" I said and instantly the weight was gone.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.