The two held eye contact for a moment, and Julias wondered about the Nosferatu before him. Her green, serpent eyes were gazing down at him with enough predatory fervor that the beast in him was trapped in a strange mix of fright and intrigue. She really was beautiful, but her crocodile mouth couldn't be hidden even with her black hair trapped over the sides of her face. The center part of her mouth though, the human lips, were dark and ... inviting?
It was Jack's fault. It had to be. Before the kid even knew about Kindred, he was sharing tales with Julias about being attracted to scary women, women in horror stories, women with teeth.
He blamed video games and the internet.
"The fuck are you looking at." She lowered her gaze further, until their noses were almost touching. "Ladies' man not used to looking at a chick with teeth? Thought you'd be used to Nosferatu with one of your bosses being one."
"I am, and she ... looks nothing like you."
"Sorry not all Nosferatu got the same little quirks." She opened her mouth wide this time, far wider than a human could, and showed both her array of massive teeth, and a long dark tongue before she closed up. "We can't all be delicate little flowers for your fucked up Superman save me routine. Don't think I haven't seen you in the clubs and bars, seducing soft, gentle girls and giving them a night of passion and romance and a good bye Kiss."
"I didn't—"
"Shut the fuck up." She drove her hand into the stone next to him, literally into the stone, so that her claws sank an inch through the floor. Nosferatu were strong. "Now I'm pissed. Staring at my face like that. I should just rip you to bits right here." She sat upright onto his pelvis, and Julias bent a little at the hip when her butt landed against his crotch.
Definitely Jack's fault. It was true about his love for more tender and romantic relations with the kine, but now this Nosferatu was sitting on his crotch and she had the control. She had the body of a warrior gymnast and her jeans and tank top hugged so tight it left nothing to the imagination. Her crocodile smile only drew in his interest, his intrigue, and her serpent eyes ... Try as he might, he couldn't look away from her face. She really did have nice lips, supple and soft looking, even with her crocodile teeth on either side. She was powerful, scary, monstrous looking, but ... sexy.
Always thinking with your dick, Julias. You're a Kindred, act like one.
"There you go, staring again. Maybe you won't stare so much if I—what the fuck." Beatrice looked behind her, and Julias could only shift in embarrassment at what she found. He'd grown an erection, and it was pressing through his suit's pants and nudging against her ass.
"Ah, sorry. I just ... the blood you fed me, it's ... yeah, you know, and—"
She put a hand over his mouth and used her other to gesture around them. "Let me get this straight, Superman. I got you tied up in a fucking catacomb. The shelves here are full of bones. The floor is covered in dust and ash. There is a corpse of a rapist behind us, the one I fed to you. You have a fucking Nosferatu sitting on you ready to rip you apart ... and you get a stiffy."
"Mmfhmff."
"Oh I know. You just drank. You get that rush inside you, makes the body quiver and the skin tingle. Makes you feel alive again. It doesn't give you a fucking boner though, unless..." She removed her hand and leaned toward him again with both her sets of claws against his bare chest. "Does Superman have a dark side?"
"I ... uh..." He didn't know what to say. This wasn't exactly a normal situation. He looked around at the room she described, but couldn't find any explanation beyond the obvious. He had remembered Beatrice from when they met, and hadn't thought much of it, but now that she was on him and they had a chance to exchange words, there was something about her Carthian punk attitude that was appealing to him. That and her child-of-the-damned aura she was pulling off extremely well. Nosferatu were always good at that.
"Let's find out." She gazed down at him and brought up some claws to stroke her neck. The monster was thinking, pondering, but for the life of him he couldn't guess what. Those snake eyes of her were looking into him though, and for a moment, he thought she might rip out his insides to see what they looked like. She was getting angrier.
"What ... I mean, what do you want to do, or wish to know?"
"You sleep with women almost every day. You make kine drop their panties at just the sound of your voice, and all without using your abilities. Like a Daeva, they flock to you and gladly sit on your cock and let you drink their blood. I see you do it all the time. You know what I do?" She took her claws and grabbed the collar of his open shirt. "I hide. I blend to the crowd or shadows, and I grab someone unsuspecting and drink them. If I'm feeling angry, I'll make them relive their worst nightmare, or maybe one of my own. I'll get into their mind, and from the dark I'll ruin their lives. Sometimes I kill them, sometimes I don't." She shook him hard enough to make his eyes bounce around in their sockets. "And you! You just fucking walk into any public place and let the girls get in line."
"I'm sorry Beatrice, but ... I know you've been around for a while. I thought you'd..." She was really dropping the hammer on him, complete with rage in her voice. The shock was apparent on his face, it must have been.
"Fuck you, Superman. Really, just ... what the fuck. Will you sleep with anything on two legs?"
He frowned up at her. That was too far.
"I haven't had relations with another vampire in over fifty years, Beatrice." Other Kindred had no spark, no life, no passions or desires. Just hunger. Beatrice was proving him wrong though, and quickly at that.
"I'd ... I'd thought you..." She leaned down again until her nose was almost touching his. Those teeth were huge. "Then what the fuck?"
"I can't be attracted to you?"
"You can say I'd be surprised, yes. Lots of Kindred out there without a shark smile."
" ... I like the smile."
Her mouth opened in a classic jaw drop. He was almost proud of himself for finding the right words to get the power back into his hands. Ventrue habit. It was the truth though, and he did find his eyes drifting between her green serpent eyes and the extra teeth between her cheek and jaw bone. His erection wasn't going away.
"I'm afraid I have to insist on my freedom. I sired a friend just tonight ... last night, actually. I'm afraid if I don't get back to him soon, he'll—"
She put her hand over his lips again.
"You owe me a favor. Right?" she said.
"Mffmf."
She laughed. Not some sadistic, cruel laugh, or manipulative typical Kindred laugh. The woman laughed. If he didn't know any better, he thought he might have seen a genuine smile on that crocodile mouth.
"I'm going to let you go, and because you're such a nice guy, you're going to come back here next week, and you're going to do what I ask. Got it?"