Halloween Party(Cw)

Laure wasn't a fan of mingling with these rich people and their boring lifestyles, but she did have to attend just to say that she had been there. She had dressed herself up in a rather medieval inspired look, however it was clearly not made to be historically accurate with the amount of skin she was showing. The dress was beautifully laced and embroidered, covering her just to around the mid-thigh area, and in her hand she held a mask on a stick, that she used to cover her face to look at the people at the party. A few people had spotted her, asking about her health and well-being, but Laure knew it was all superficial. However her expertise in blending in to these social events made her conversations flow effortlessly.
While parties were normally supposed to be fun, she always found them so dull without her brother there to entertain her. However he had a business meeting, and perhaps going out by herself would insure a bit of chaos later. Laure was good at keeping herself in check, sure, but sometimes her inner monster showed itself in gruesome ways - And what better night to let loose than on Halloween? Moving through the party she scanned the room, looking for interesting people to talk to, but she found herself rather disappointed with the selection tonight. Most of the higher classes were of course incredibly narcissistic, but that wasn't the problem for her. Having traveled the world she had met geniuses in the making, sparked conversation with people ahead of their time, and here it was just the same old, same old. Maybe she should just leave now, find her fun some other place, or go home and complain about how mortal this world has become, begging him to make it more fun for her.

Keeping a more relaxed facial expression she looked around, hearing someone approach her, but she didn't think much of it at first. It wasn't until the guy started speaking she turned to look at him, her eyes studying his features. By the smell of him, she could tell he was a mythical, a race she hadn't had much experience with, besides meeting a few. Narrowing his eyes at his comment, but she suspected it was simply his way of greeting her. She took the glass, looking at it for a second before he properly introduced himself, or not proper, but at least his first name.
"What if I do mind?" she simply replied, shrugging lightly as she placed the drink down. She wasn't impressed with his choice of drink, because frankly alcohol did very little for her taste buds. She liked fine wine and champagne, not mixed drinks. The only thing better than wine would be blood, but drinking that cleanly from a glass at an event like this was often frowned upon - even if it would be fun to stir the pot and cause a scene in this dull establishment. "Osiris ... You don't look of Egyptian decent," she said, not really as an insult, more stating the facts that he was whiter than a bag of marshmallows.

She shrugged at his remark, but she did take a fondness to his playful attitude. It was a change of pace, that was for sure, as she was so used to being surrounded by serious people and their oh so important lifestyles. The comment about his name was more out of curiosity, but she had to chuckle at his explanation. "So they named you after the god that got chopped in to pieces and also fostered a child with his sister?" she asked, with a raised brow, a faint smile of amusement on her lips. The thought was perhaps only funny to her, but alas her humor was strange.
She picked up a glass of champagne, lifting it to her nose to smell it subtly; She could tell that it was a nice one, but by far not the most expensive one she had had. Not that she was picky, it was a party after all, and most of the guests were probably too drunk to realize they had simply been sipping on sparkling wine. "I like it when men beg; It's cute," she said, but there was no hint of joking, in fact she seemed rather serious.

"Oh no, it doesn't have to be here; But it would make it more fun," she chuckled, taking a sip of her sparkling wine as she had concluded it indeed was not champagne. Frankly she found it boring to stay here anyways, looking around for a bit as she grabbed a bottle of the sparkling wine along with a bottle of whiskey, lifting her finger to her lips to signal him to not say anything. She placed them under one of her layers of frills, hiding them away before grabbing his arm. "But how about we do go somewhere more private," she suggested with a raised eyebrow. Not that she was insinuating anything sexual, far from it, but she did like the idea of having him go mad with not knowing her name. She pulled him with her, seemingly knowing the way out to a rather large garden decorated with flowers and small walkways. "This way," she murmured, letting go of his arm to walk ahead, trailing through the small walkways until she reached a gazebo that was overgrown with ivy. Laure had been here before, but that must've been obvious by now as she knew her way around pretty well.
Once they were under the roof of the gazebo she pulled out the bottles, handing him the whiskey one which he could take if he so desired. Sitting down on a bench she unscrew the lid from her bottle of sparkling wine, taking a sip as she looked out at the garden. "I really do find crowds of people boring in the long run," she confessed with a small sigh, sending him a brief smile before adjusting herself. "Now, please, do get on with the begging," she said, crossing her leg over the other, leaning a bit forward as she looked at him.

"It's not just that people are dull, no most of them seem like sheep that needs guidance or perhaps just to do as they are told," she said in a more pondering tone, frowning as she studied the plants with her eyes. The gazebo was nicely lit with small fairy-lights, along with the moon above providing some cozy ambiance. Even though it was October, it didn't feel completely chilly, but then again, she was not worried about the cold. Frankly, she cared little for the weather, unless it rained, then she had to protect her clothes from getting soaked. But tonight the sky was clear, the stars shining down on them and twinkling in their own delight.
She looked at him as he got down on one knee, raising an eyebrow at him, because as he started to speak it didn't sound convincing enough to her. "You don't sound like you mean it," she said, pouting her lips as if this notion upset her. It didn't really, men were easy to find if she bothered, but this one had crawled in to her web like a moth drawn to the flame. "Both knees, hands folded; Plead with me like you couldn't take another breath without knowing my name," she said, leaning slightly back as she waited for him to do as she said, or do something else. He was after all completely autonomous in this arrangement.

Even though he did as she told him to, there was still that cheekiness to him that she didn't really care for when he was supposed to be genuine. "Do you mean to mock me with your lack of respect?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her chest. Surely he could see that she was asking for devotion to this, not just some cheeky little runt pretending to plead. "If you don't mean it, I can just go," she said, standing up still having her arms crossed in front of her chest. She moved towards the garden, stepping out of the gazebo, but she was hoping he would follow and be genuine about his begging this time around. Laure knew what she wanted, she was not some bimbo who would fall for a handsome guy smiling. No, she wanted control, and if she couldn't have it, she would either make it so she was in control, or she would dismiss the person.

Hearing pure panic in his voice was what she wanted, she knew she had an interesting effect on others, and she wanted to see if he could be driven to the point of insanity. To her luck, the guy followed her, falling to the ground as he grasped at her legs, holding on to her and she stood still. His words were finally genuine, and she hummed softly as she looked down at him on the ground. She loved it when people squirmed for her like this, it was giving her a rush. His small addition made her smile, looking down at him with her gaze calm.
"Alright," she said in a rather composed tone, adjusting herself as she looked down at him on the ground. She liked this a little too much. "My name is Laure," she said, bending down to place a finger under his chin, looking at him with searching eyes. She hadn't made up her mind yet whether he could be useful or not, but perhaps only time would tell. "Tell me, little Osiris, do you like to submit to me?" she asked, a glimmer of wickedness in her eyes as she asked him.

"Lover?" she scoffed, pushing his face away shaking her head as she clicked her tongue. She stepped away from him, knowing that he was already too spellbound to truly let her go, and frankly it made her happy. Happy that she had that power over someone else. "Now now, little pet, you need to be patient - I don't just let someone be my lover without a trial run first," she said, shaking her head once more, turning her back to him as she looked at the enchanting garden. The flowers were blooming beautifully, but they were far from as beautiful as the garden her brother had. That garden she could spend hours in, doing nothing but watching the flowers move in the light breeze.
Finally she turned back around to look at him, hoping he was still on his knees begging for her. Oh, the pure ecstasy she felt when she had this power. It was more intriguing than any blood or drug she could ever get her hands on. "Tell me, why should you earn the role of lover?" she asked quite blankly. She wasn't playing any games, she simply wanted to know what audacity he had to suggest such a thing so early on. Sure, she had led him here, and she had plans on just leaving him a mess, but now that he was speaking she seemed to consider something.

A crazed smile crept upon Laure's face as he promised to give her quote on quote everything. She chuckled, reaching down to cup his cheek. "Whatever I want?" she asked, pouting her lips, looking at him with almost innocent eyes, however the crazy in her was starting to show. She was a sadist, she loved tormenting those around her. The only person getting a somewhat decent treatment was her brother, but that was only because they were blood related. If they hadn't been, she would've viewed him as just a lesser creature like everyone else.
Osiris went on, promising her that he would do whatever he could to prove it, and hearing such words of submission always made it tingle inside of her. She moved her hand from his face, down to his shoulder and down his arm until she reached his hand. Biting her lower lip she lifted his hand, looking at it with a pondering tone. "I want your ring finger," she said, smiling to herself as if she had just suggested he buy her flowers. Her eyes moved back to look at him, that wicked smile creeping back, showing off her fangs. "I'll be sweet; You can decide how you want to cut it off," she chuckled, lifting his hand and kissing his ring finger as if it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Laure's smile widened as he said he would do it, making her step away briefly, but looking rather intently at what she saw. The blood started flowing, the harmonic smell of mythical blood filling the air and waking her vampyric instincts, however she kept calm. As the finger was finally off, she leaned down, grabbing around the cut off finger and lifted it to inspect it. Biting her lower lip she looked from the severed finger to his face, a little pale but she liked his determination.
"Oh and you did so well ... Such a good boy," she hummed leaning down to kiss his forehead. How she relished in this moment, smiling against his skin before leaning away to look at his finger. She would definitely keep it. "Get up on your feet, we can't have you bleeding out on me yet - we are just getting started," she promised him, taking out a small napkin that she wrapped around the ring finger, popping it in her bag. She started moving, knowing that he would follow, because he had sunken this low, why wouldn't he continue down this path?
She led them away from the party, down the street until they reached a strange apartment complex, however it was rather nice. She led him up the flights of stairs until she reached the top floor - the pent house - and unlocked the door with ease. Inside was a rather nicely decorated apartment, mostly modern in design. "Come on, pet, let's get you fixed up," she cooed him, leading him to the kitchen where she would firstly put the finger in the fridge and then find a medical kit. If he allowed it, she would rinse his wound, sewing it up nicely and also showing him that she had done this trick before. Everybody had that little thing that made them tic, but for Laure it was clearly much different.
"There, all done, now go wash yourself - you're dirty from rolling around on the ground," she said with a sly smile on her face, showing him where the bathroom was.