Left & Right, Right & Wrong

The Night went on, Jane led you on to the Bar that buzzed with activity, many nerds of all shapes and sizes sat and drank and played with their gameboys and DS' and Nintendo switches without fear of scrutiny.

Oh but this was no regular Bar, it had a theme and that theme was mighty indeed "The Level One."

As You insisted to pay for your beers.... and Jane even more staunchly insisted that You get her a strawberry daiquiri instead "Cheapskate."

"You hang out with Diana for five minutes and You're already an alchoholic?" You jested as she chuckled and punched you in the arm.

You sat and drank and talked for a while, reminising on old issues once giant now very small in comparison to today's woes.

However it seemed Jane meant to do some serious drinking, and serious drinking Level one provided, when the two of you decided to enroll yourselves in "The Game"

The Game was simple, a pair would sit in a cool looking booth called the pod, and a very pretty looking waitress... dressed in what appeared to be a sexy version of Blinky the Ghost from packman, there were Three more also dressed in such outfits, although you didn't really pay any attention to them -- You could feel the veins bulging under their skin, promising delicious fruit like bananas just begging to be peeled.

You shook the thought from your head, trying hard to pay attention to the Shots of tequila in front of you, the waitress holding up her gleaming sign as You and Jane sunk the sharp spirit with cringing faces.

"Level One!" The Waitress cried with a pretty smile.

Jane sucked on a lemon and gasped "You're toast, Drake. There is no way that You can out drink me, foul creature of the night."

You looked unamused as she flushed.

"Sorry, too soon?"

"I know you still want to talk about it, and we are going to have to get way more drunk before we go that far." You sighed.

"How could you possibly know what I feel for certain?" She grouched girlishly.

You tapped your nose "Call it, a Hunters' intuition."

"Pft, You're not trying to tell me that You can smell curiosity, what a load of Bull!"

Your eyebrows raised as Your smile deepened.

Jane's curiosity often betrayed her, but she might as well have shouted her feelings to the world with your Senses, the rush of her heart, the subtle tones of excitement in her voice, the smell of dopamine seeping from the pores of her soft brown skin... the hard beating of her exited heart.

"You're kidding right? You can smell my curiosity?"

"I can smell components that help me deduce that you're curious, I can taste the sweat of every neckbeard in here, I have a vague idea of where everybody within a 360 radius of me walks, stands or speaks... and I can hear nearly every conversation in this bar." You sat back as Jane listened sharply.

"That is madness, doesn't it piss you off, make it hard to function?" She asked softly.

"Not really, it's no man of steel stuff, my ears still regulate audible traffic, and I am just a bit more aware when I'm relaxed, I get headaches every now and then but nothing tends to bother me if I focus on little bits at a time."

The Waitress scooted over and placed the next round in front of you "Level Two!!"

The Music in this Grand Arcade boomed over your voices, the low buzz of the booze made the Green hill zone tickle your ears and disrupt parts of your focus.

You drank without effort, booze didn't really hold the weight they used to, before you'd be floored by now, but only the gentle hum of a subtle haze that lowered your guard and helped you relax a little.

Jane shook her head as she sucked in air and blew it back out again, burping into her hand as she smiled dopily.

"Already? we're only on level two?"

"Two-schmoo." She chuckled.

Leaning down on the table, you took her hand "How is Your sister and your mom, I hope they weren't harmed in the destruction."

"They are fine, thank you. Mom moved back to New York for a little while, and Pricilla is... She moved in with her Ex, to southside"

"Again?" You belted "How many times is she going to go back to that douche before she learns that he's a cheating dickhead?"

"As many times as her tear ducts can gush like niagra falls, I can't be bothered to police her life anymore, it's not my business."

"You can pull that tough-gal stuff with people who haven't known you since you were nine."

Conflict crossed her face as she sighed, quickly winding into anger "That fucking moron doesn't listen to me anyway, so what does it matter?"

"Don't push her away because she makes mistakes, Jane, she's your..." You didn't feel comfortable saying the B word right now "Y-Your family. Roman always said that when everyone else is gone, family remains, family always remains."

"I know." She grouched again before turning her emerald orbs up to you "You know, you could just mind control-"

A Pause came at the further discomfort and Jane waved the waitress over again "Level Three please!"

After your third shot, you actually began to feel something, a wave of oddity overcame you, this lazy feeling that made your body relax... although your mind continued to rush, absorbing information, and crushing your fears. You felt less and less inclined to worry, and any cause for concern on that feeling vanished along with your sobriety.

"Okay. Go on then." You whispered, taking a short breath.

Jane hiccupped "Hmm?" She asked dozily, though her eyes quickly shot back into awareness "Oh... really?"

"I am probably as inclined to speak about undeath as I ever am, with anybody." You spoke surely.

The Brunette played with one of the thick curls on her shoulders "Are you sure?"

"Never. But I'm prepared."

"Okay, well, What is it like?"

"What?"

"You know what." Her eyes betrayed her.

Sucking in air, you thought about it for a moment "Before it was subtle, I could ignore it, I'd find my mind wandering off and my eyes looking at necks, wrists, my ears listening for blood, as naturally as breathing air. Then it got worse, It went from a whisper to a roar, completely cuts me out and swallows me whole, it... speaks to me, interferes with reality, it's becoming hard to know what is real and what is the call." Your eyes saw right through her "It is becoming difficult to see you, as You. And not just a bag of sweet juicy blood..." Your tongue wettened as you licked your white teeth "That's the scary part, that it is something beyond control, beyond sense, it has existed for an infinity, and compared to that, Charles Drake is nothing at all."

The look on Jane's face, was unafraid "It sounds, difficult. I-If you just fed, You might find peace"

"Difficult, It is colossal." Your eyes thinned, narrow and venomous

No peace in this.

"There is no peace in this." You said

The Darkness is home, The Hunt is Breath, The Blood is Life.

"The Blood is Life."

Jane, sucked in her lip... and chuckled "Wow, this stuff is kinda nerdy and confusing huh?"

High on your forehead your eyebrows raised "Huh?"

"Well, it's all a little edgy isn't it?"

You blinked and then smiled "Of course, you're not scared. You dated Duke Harmon and got through the entirety of Highschool without shedding a single tear."

She winked at you drunkenly "Tears are for pussies *Hiccup*"

You paused as You realized how unimaginably tasty she looked, it seemed the **** reinforced her already careless demeanor it wasn't called liquid courage for nothing.

But it was more than that, the Hunger only grew as you slid further and further into a haze.

the symphony of screaming desire rose higher and higher, your eye twitching as the roar of wanton reached it's peak.

!!!

Jesus christ this is getting old.

Quiet as sin, you slipped away, a blanket of relief drawn over you, as an echo of the past slid back in.

Jane's head felt heavy as the Haze of the drink washed away her worries and cares, although she still had enough sense to notice Charlie... whose eyes slid into the back of his head momentarily.

"C-Charlie? Charlie are you okay?" She shifted to move over the table, but a powerful hand caught her shoulder. A head of hair, midnight black and soft as silk tickled her chin as a deep, ominous tone whispered into her ear.

"Sit back down, and don't get too close." Charlie sounded... different, familiar but powerful and calculated.

"Chip?" She whispered.

"Not quite."

A revelation came over her "N... Nox?"

Slowly she moved back and came face to face, with a dark smile and burning crimson eyes.

Charlie was cold as Ice, his face wrought with darkness "Hello again, Jay." He spoke.

"I.... I..." She wasn't sure what to say, this was the Real Charlie, she knew this somehow. Every time she looked at the Charlie who had waltzed into school a week or so back, she could not help but feel as if he were hollow, missing something, but the man who looked at her now was complete and mighty. "I'm drunk." It's all she could think to say.

He looked around and smiled "I always wanted to take you here. I'm... Sorry that I never could."

She tried her best to hold in tears, as numb as booze made her to somethings, looking into his eyes now, Jane struggled to hold in 6 months of sorrow and mourning.

"Don't cry, Tears are for pussies, remember?." He grinned, an ethereal otherworldly grin.

She shook her head as Her eyes misted "I miss you, it's like, you're here, but-"

"-I'm incomplete?" He finished "Yeah, I know. Look, I cannot stay for long, doing this puts too much strain on the mind, if I push it too hard, I could slip away for good. But listen to me, Jane. I must feed, if I keep refusing then the damage that could be done is catastrophic, the Vampires have people who hunt bloodthirsty Undead, and those people absolutely cannot be allowed to show up here, not now."

"The Upir?" Jane whispered.

"Exactly, if another Inquisitor comes here to hunt me, then my plan won't mean shit."

"You have to tell me what is going on, I have to understand." She pleaded.

but he merely tutted "Spoilers."

"..." Jane was unsure whether to melt with anger or drown in sorrow and so she remained quiet.

He took her hand, god he was so cold "Did you mean what you said? about letting me drink-"

"Yes!" She cried, before looking around and hushing herself "Yes... I... I know that's probably just that weird allure thing Diana told me about, but, You're suffering, I can feel it. I want you to do it, I want you to bite me."

He thought for a moment "Why? I have to ask, why would you let me do this? It could kill you."

Jane sat up straight and held strong as she always had been "Because I can take it, I will not die, not like this, You'd never kill me."

His hand touched her face, she pushed her cheek into his frosty palm and looked into his red eyes "You don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do." She responded.

He nodded "When he loses control, which he will, make sure you're doing something intimate, it will disrupt the Venom transfer. The Bite will feel good, better than anything you've ever felt, but you have to make sure that it doesn't last too long, if it does... then You'll die. finally, do not drink my blood, no matter what you do, no matter what he offers, it cant be helped, it's in our nature to spread."

"S-Spread? what happens if I do drink?" Jane bit her lip anxiously, and hungrily.

He narrowed his eyes and fixed her still with them "This isn't a game Jane Watson, when you walk the path of shadows, You can never ever come back. I can feel your mind, hear your thoughts, read your actions, you're a small cog in big machine, Watson, beyond your mortal comprehension."

Jane lent in "I have seen left and right, wrong and right in all the years I've been here. I've pushed the boundaries all my life, what I comprehend is of my choosing, nothing more."

A flash of white gleamed in the wide smile that Charlie brandished then, unlike any smile he had given her before "Now that, is conviction. Oh, here comes the Waitress. I gotta go, Watson. Do not forget what I said."

"Wait, wah?" is all her drunken self could muster, although by the time the Waitress had dropped off their shots.

"Thank ya kindly" You spoke drunkenly, taking the shot that the scantily clad waitress placed in front of you both, the pale tequila barely able to still before you smashed it into your lips, sinking it with ease.

"Ahhhh" You exclaimed with joy.

Jane merely stared, into your vibrant eyes of Sunny gold

"What you waiting for, Jay? pigs to fly? or have you gone chicken?"

Jane looked at you for a moment, her eyes narrowing, her fingers closing around the shot as she swallowed its contents whole.

You clapped fiercely "So Jane Watson isn't a pussy."

She cringed sucking on her lemon "I'll show you pussy in a minute, Gypo" She shot back.

"I certainly hope so."

"Heyyy, no racism please chocolate mama." You chuckled.

"Oh shut up, mitt Romney, Hey lady, what are ya waiting for? I'm ready for Level Five!"

The time went on, You sunk shot after shot, levels six seven and eight were things of the past by the time you were stumbling and Jane was a hiccupping mess of lost morals.

You scarcely remembered even stumbling out of the grand arcade, nor what level you even finished on; Thirteen? Fifteen? enough to make a mess of your memory.

Although you'd eventually stopped off in a club somewhere, it was refreshing to escape the rattle for once in another establishment of debauchery, a nice one at that, where Jane danced in her tight dress against you, her arms around you as you swung and jigged from left to right.

Like images from an old reel, the memories became a jumble, You'd stopped by the park, walking and talking amongst the neatly cropped grass, the jumble of time coming to a halt only when the two of you found yourself just North of the grand square, in the shady Black-light district of old Japan-town.

This place had little to offer in the night, the Koreans and Japanese had settled in Wallace hundreds of years ago, and as with all who came to call the Black-city their home, they assimilated, leaving a powerful multi-cultural mark.

Eastern influences were subtle, mixed American and Korean style BBQ, pop music that hurt your ears, energetic and youthful playing on smooth echo's, girls with olive skin and smiling eyes, even better manners... and of course, the Love-Hotels.

Cherry had mentioned several such establishments that her father once had dealings with, tucked away, close to the triad speak-easies and brothels to divert attention from the police, should they come looking for any illegal business.

Much to Jane's muted and frankly adorable embarrassment, You thought that maybe you'd go looking for some illegal business yourself.

The Quiet back-streets were eerie indeed, but you'd lost your worry for danger after the black-fire inside of you began burning.

The Lush hotel was subtle and yet obvious at the same time, the large neon sign painted the dank side-walk with azure, and Jane gripped your arm with her nervous hands.

Entering, the place seemed comfortable; and strangely tasteful, the most conspicuous thing here was probably the Receptionist. She looked as if she had been watching Mike Wasowski for the past 100 years, her glasses were round, lips loose and displeased as she eyed You closely while Jane continued to look over the room catalogue which you had absorbed in minutes.

"Are you sure that You want the Succubus, sir?" the woman whispered out in crude but well practiced english.

You slid her your Credit card "I'm sure that your credit card machine works, right?"

The Receptionists eyes wandered you "It does. And I trust that you are both of age?"

"I didn't see anything about an ID check in your discretion policy?"

Her crow's feet intensified.

"Yeah, we're of age. we are also very nervous and unlike some of the folks that come through here, we will respect your anonymity... just as much as you respect ours." A smile slashed into your cheeks as Your ivory teeth flashed.

The Receptionist reached into a compartment under her desk and pulled free a shiny key on a crimson phob, sliding it to you. "the Red door at the bottom of the hall, No fighting, the room is soundproofed, no disturbing the other Guests and no Blood."

Your smile faded, and you took the keys, turning away after a long sigh "No blood." you whispered softly.

Jane clutched your hand tightly, your voices echoing in the hallway ending in a door scarlet as a gaping wound in the beige walls. "I can't believe we're actually doing this." Jane muttered.

You raised an eyebrow "It was your idea."

"I know, I just didn't think you'd actually know how to find one of these places."

"It's not what you know, it's who you know."

Jane stuck close as you passed doors of ocean blue, pale gold and sweet Magenta, but as you both came to the crimson door, turning the lock and slipping inside, You both looked on with wide eyes.

A lush of fluffy carpet softened every inch of the uncovered floor, with neon LEDs that glowed with flaming orange and soft red that danced like a bonfire on the walls. the bed was tall, soft and circular, with its black metal headboard styled with tall spiraling babbles, both sharp like the head of a ram.

Jane walked quickly to the edge of the bed, placing down her purse. Her legs shook as she laughed, the shots attacking her balance so that she fell splayed out on the crimson sheets, chuckling softly to herself, you were quickly infected, your grin was soft and warm as You sat to lay beside her.

Watson, and You sat for a moment, staring up at the fiery LEDs that hung from the ceiling, blazing with orange and red. Although the beauty turned her head of curly hair and looked on with eyes so green that they shone like emeralds beside you. "Are you drunk?" She asked.

"What do you think?" You asked, with no anger, and no hatred.

Her fingers were gentle as they reached out, prompting you to look at her. She studied your eyes... You just couldn't believe that you were here with her, even after all of this time, after all that had been done, you had dreamt and prayed for the courage to be with her like this for years and years, now, such words as "I love you" felt so natural, and correct.

"Don't be a dork." She smiled.

"Says the Markiplier fan-girl."

She had a chirpy laugh, quiet and subtle but fulfilling, it filled that void that you felt when she had skipped on your jokes, or allowed her anxiety to avoid them. But there was no anxiety in the way she caressed the smoothness of your freshly shaven face.

"Tell me a secret."

"I always used to say that to Pops." the memory was a sweet one, it made you grin "He always told me: Always tempt your fate with a little luck, and a little smile. My Aunt said the same, it made me feel like they could conquer the world... and one day, maybe I could too."

Her body was so close, your hands felt at her presence, intoxicated by her warmth which beat like a drum in your ears. She was the Queen of an empty kingdom, with only you at the gate.

You must taste, Chip. You must drink. Blood is forever, the Blood is Life.

"..."

Looking at her deeply, she saw the conflict in the gold "What's wrong, You keep looking at me like a carton of spoilt milk. Just... Just talk to me, it's only us here. No worries, no cares, just us." She pleaded.

She does not need to know about us, about me. Mortals are in danger if we-

"I have these voices, in my head." You admitted, before the other _You _could stop it.

No Charlie. She will not understand.

"I don't understand exactly how it works, but all descendants have them, they are called beasts. It's like my animalistic brain, my base instinct, the monster. But there is more, Sometimes, I can hear an echo, it's small but it's there, I think... it's who I used to be -- I can't talk about that too much, I think i

t might be dangerous." You warned.

Jane seemed at once intrigued and worried at the abyss in your eyes.

"I'm hollow without blood, a lifeless, empty thing. Every person I see become so much... less, insignificant like ants too be squashed and devoured. It's frightening, but also..." Your eyes locked on hers, as a lion does with a gazelle before it's killing bite "...It feels spectacular."

She bit her lip "I feel like prey when I'm with you. I know it's supposed to be scary, but it's just so-"

Jane gasped as you dug your fingers into the caramel flesh of her ass, closing the space between you; your noses touched.

"...Fascinating?" The whisper was venomous, hungry wanton. This was growing quickly out of hand, but your blindness to what had already taken hold was beyond immense. "I suppose... if you're my pray, then that makes me the one who gets to do whatever he wants with you. Hold you, frighten you, fuck you, Eat you... I barely know where to start." leaning deep into her neck, drinking in her scent, the pulsing of her veins, although you clenched your teeth to stop your jaw from opening.

It is too late now, Chippie. Welcome to the ultimate loss of rational thought and untempered rampage, a path that you. And I. And We, have walked for generation after generation...

Vlad lent over your shoulder, his shadowy body clutching you tightly from behind, his claws digging into your back; whispering into your ear.

F R E N Z Y

Jane, lost in your dark fantasia smashed her lips on yours, pulling your dark hair, groaning with a deep and wanton joy, as you wrestled her tongue into submission, a Predator and his prey.

You were no longer at the wheel, the beast who kissed and clawed, tearing the fabric from skin to lick the sweat from her collar, worshiping the crevice between her breasts which jiggled free, the dark areola exposed by the sharp talons which rent away the dress and bra.

Watson writhed with delight, her jaw tight with a primal need for attention, as her pleading fingers pushed you down towards her yawning legs.

"Jesus... what are you doing to me? I-I'm gushing... If you don't do something about it soon, I might drown the entire hotel!" Her tone was stifled with a silly smile and a squeak as you bit down hard on her white panties, the fabric hissing as it was wrenched free to reveal her dripping sex. She sure weren't kidding.

You wasted no time, shoving your tongue between her legs which you held high from beneath the Knee, dancing with her clitoris and making her explode with joy and pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh my god... fuuuuck that's so good! don't stop--mmmf fuck me don't you dare stop!"

Oh you didn't plan too, or maybe the better way to say it was that you couldn't, you're primal beast devoured the doe that she had become mercilessly.

Jane arched her back, each finger interwoven tight into a lock of your hair which she pulled like reins, as you encircled her weeping mound mercilessly.

"Fu-fu--You're gonna make me fucking cum -- KEEP GOING PLEASE DON'T STOP -- Ayh!!"

A finger slid inside, massaging the slickness of her walls as they violently pulsed, her sex erupting as she seized and bowed like a captured rabbit, her eyes rolling back, as she painted your lips with nectar.

Wiping your lips, You slithered up her body like a snake, tasting the want on the air, you met her eyes.

They were hungry, even after that. But Jane Watson was never easy to please. "Kiss me." She commanded.

"I don't recall you ever being so direct, Ms. Watson?" You said as she pulled your shirt over your head; unbuckling your jeans, never once breaking eye contact.

"Direct doesn't always work with you. At least it didn't. I tried the signals, the signs that scream 'I love you, please take me, I'm yours' but you're stubborn, it's a Drake thing I think, I see it in Diana, I see it in your pops..."

You smiled softly.

"I saw it in your dad. But you're more than that, even when you were a little Bitch, I knew that stubbornness would fade."

"It did. but now you're my bitch." you shot back.

She prompted you to pull down your jeans, you flicked them off easily.

"Don't be mean. Just kiss me, I want to taste it."

Your lips met and you knew she liked it.