Sounds of pleasure and longing escaped the vampire as he reacted instinctively to every kiss. To one so used to being in control, this was shocking and exhilarating. Regan's body moved to echo the wolf's movements , then suddenly the other man was gone leaving the vampire panting. He didn't quite know what happened until he managed to sit upon the edge of the table to hear what Loki had to say. Regan didn't even try to hide the disappointment which crossed his face, though it was there only for a moment.

Regaining his composure, Regan tilted his head to the side and regarded the wolf with a small smile. It was half coy, and half challenge. "Then explain it, or are you too uncomfortable to even think about it?" The vampire had to wonder if he was a little crazy sometimes.

"Alright, I'll explain it real simple like so you can follow." Loki was teasing, he grinned at the vampire. "I am, as I'm sure you know, a wolf demon. My clan is more wolfish about certain things." Loki didn't look uncomfortable and honestly he really didn't mind explaining things. He ran a hand through his hair, that hand stopping to scratch at one of his ears. "If we continue, and have sex then we will be mated for life. Until one or both of us die. I won't screw anyone else, and if you did, I'd rip your throat out with my teeth." Loki had said that last bit in the most pleasant voice he had and with a genuine smile too. That hand lowered from his ear and he watched Regan.

"Understand?" But gods it had felt nice being all over that man, Loki licked his lips again. As if he couldn't get enough of the taste of Regan's lips, but Loki wanted to be with Vex. If he did Regan he couldn't be with Vex. But, Regan was right there. Right infront of him in all his vampire sexy glory, and Vex had run away from him, locked herself in her room. For a few moments Loki looked a bit torn.

A light laugh escaped the vampire at the wolf's words. Earlier he'd have been tempted to pummel him for that, but now Regan found himself liking the way Loki acted with him. Such a challenge... Shaking his head, Regan listened on with a more serious expression until the last part. So, this was it. Of course he'd heard of how the wolf clan did things, it was hard to find someone who hadn't, but it was different to hear it from the lips of a wolf. Lips that had been on his moments ago.

"Yes, quite well," said the vampire as he slipped off the table. He had adored the way the wolf had felt against him, but there was someone else in the picture too. Still ... Regan rubbed a hand over one of the wolf demon's ears and leaned forward to kiss him thoroughly. Pulling back Regan let his blue eyes travel over Loki's form appreciatively. "Ah, what a shame... Perhaps if the one you're thinking of refuses?" Letting the question hang, the vampire went to sit once more upon the table with a slightly bemused expression.

Smiling when the wolf introduced himself, and answered a few questions, Rida turned to speak more to Regan when a female approached. Tensing slightly, he nearly whined as Regan and Loki walked away, leaving the neko alone. "Ah...Oh, umm....I I'm Rida. And no...I don't" He replied nervously, though the idea she had about him hearing that he was adorable very often shocked him. Glancing over at the table, he wondered why the girl was over here with him instead of the others, even asking her such. Watching as Aine produced another rose, he wondered at the strange, heavy emotion in his chest as he watched her give the flower to the girl and Luce be the one to slide it on the females wrist. Glancing back up at the female that came to him, he wrapped his arms around his chest, balancing back and forth from heel to ball of his feet. He was prepared to run if she reached to touch him, history of personal experience told him that enthusiastic women that went to touch him hurt. It was never good to be touched.



Smiling warmly, Aine had changed her grip to slide the flower onto the girl's wrist, only to be beaten to it by Luce. "He does have a point. And really, this is not much. I can do more. I just don't think sweet Luce would like his inn flooded with multicolored roses at the moment. No matter how sweet they smell." She responded, waving away the praise. But she was serious, her gifts were not limited to what she'd given Sikura. Smiling back at Luce, she turned to double check on Rida, the kitten was so skittish at times. Letting the smile soften, almost a maternal type, she watched him as he interacted with Priscilla, though fuchsia eyes glance to the rose she'd given him, she noted that the flower, which had been mostly bloomed before, was now tightly closed. Sighing, the fae turned back to the occupants on the table. "Poor Rida, is he always this shy?" She wondered out loud, eyes flitting around her area as she grabbed an apple slice, and covering it with caramel sauce, munched on it distractedly. Brow furrowing, fuchsia eyes staring intently at the younger woman's wrists. "Hime, has something occured to you?"


((Hime=Princess))

The smile Priscilla had been wearing slipped from her face. The man seemed terribly upset all of a sudden, she hoped it hadn't been something she'd done. Unsure, for once, the brunette tried to think of what she could do. Touching him was out of the question, she hadn't been invited to and she didn't know him. "What's wrong Rida, you seem upset?" The question uttered in a soft concerned tone was all Priscilla could think of. this was a situation she found herself unequipped to deal with after her sheltered life.

People of proper society simply did not act like this. She couldn't find it in her heart to reproach Rida for it though. "Is there anything I can do to help?" It didn't seem like the appropriate time for the gentle teasing she'd wanted to ply the young man with.

When Regan rubbed his hand over one of those ears, Loki leaned into the touch lightly. Eyes slipping half closed when the vampire kissed him, a very soft whine left his throat when that vampire pulled away. Loki shifted in his seat a bit, stupid pants, they were a bit tighter than they ought to have been. It was why he kept shifting around in his seat. Loki's eyes fully opened at Regan's words and the look on Loki's face easily told the vampire that the wolf had not even considered that. Loki looked rather startled at the idea. Would Vex really refuse him? Well, the way she was acting, she might. Loki looked very uncertain. "If she refuses, then I suppose I'd be up for grabs."


Luce was mostly silent, but when Aine spoke about Rida's shyness, he looked over towards the neko and Priscilla before speaking. "He's had a very troublesome life, women especially have been a bit..rough..with him. But I am sure given enough time he'll recover from such damaging things." His gaze shifted to Aine, then Sikura. "This inn is a place for such healing, slow and gentle are the ways here. Slow and gentle are what is required for that kind of recovery."

It was strange, but he felt guilty for bringing up the fact that Vex might refuse the man. For himself perhaps... It was all far too complicated, it was giving Regan a headache. Sighing, he stood again to smooth back Loki's hair. "We both know what the chances of that happening are," stated the vampire with a tinge of confusion. He really was quite muddled now. Vex had spunk in droves, but Loki... He could challenge him, he could annoy him and play with him and not always be the one to win. Somehow that seemed just a bit more attractive to Regan then one personality trait. But if only he knew Vex better...

"Do we? I think the chances are pretty damn high. Did you see the way she acted after I..erh...we...saved her?" Loki sat there, and let Regan smooth his hair back for a moment before a rather vicious gleam entered the wolf's eyes. Loki grabbed Regan's wrist and pulled that hand away from his hair, bringing that arm in front of him, Loki bit down. Hard. Tiny sharp teeth pierced Regan's flesh and Loki's tongue flicked across that flesh in his mouth before he let go and gave the vampire a slight push backwards. The wolf wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "It'll be all your fault if she refuses me." Loki growled a bit, not quite threatening and not quite playful.

It was a bittersweet pain, if the feeling could be called that. When the wolf had bitten Regan he'd had to stop himself from moaning aloud. He was frustrated, and confused and now Loki was blaming him for Vex's actions. With a growl Regan grabbed Loki's shoulders and kissed him roughly, his red hair fell around his face in a disheveled manner as he spoke. "Take me then, and stop whining about her!" He knew he was throwing himself at the wolf, biting his neck harshly then covering the sore spots with gentle kisses as his hands held him in place. Regan was sure now, that this stubborn wolf had somehow wiggled his way into his heart. What a mess.

Loki wasn't sure how Regan would react to that, but he certainly hadn't expected this. A soft noise of surprise had leaped from his throat when Regan grabbed his shoulders and kissed him roughly, a light whine rose from his throat when the vampire spoke. The wolf wriggled a bit, squirming and whining softly as Regan bit his neck and then placed kisses there. Those eyes closed and then reopened, lust and frustration clearly showing in them. "Just because I let you have my blood, doesn't mean I'll share my body with you. Greedy bastard!" The wolf wriggled and squirmed against the vampire.

The sounds, the sensations, they were very nearly overwhelming Regan's senses. Pulling back with a pained expression after Loki's outburst the vampire sighed. He held him still, pressing against the wolf, but the vampire did nothing save look. Leaning forward Regan placed a soft kiss on Loki's lips before releasing him and standing."Very well then." He walked to the door of the room, but glanced back over his shoulder for a few moments before crossing the threshold. It was only then that he realized something, there was no turning back for him. Also, mundane as it seemed, Regan didn't have one of those silly keys to get into any of the rooms.

][Poor Regan. Though sometimes a key isn't needed. Just depends on how the Inn is feeling I suppose lol.][

Loki had whimpered ever so softly when Regan kissed him, a bit surprised the vampire had actually stopped, had actually let him go. The wolf was even more surprised when the vampire left the room. Loki hesitated, just sitting there and trying to figure out what the hell was really going on and what he had gotten himself into. He growled lightly in frustration as he jumped up from his chair and very nearly flew out of the room only to grab the vampire from behind and slam him hard against the opposite wall.. "I didn't say you could leave." Loki snarled the words lightly and nipped almost gently at Regan's earlobe as he pressed his body hard against the vampire's backside. Loki did little else, just held the vampire there, trapped against the wall. "What the hell kind of game are we even playing at, blood sucker?" Loki's brow had creased a bit.

Fern would shift around after being laid upon the bed. A soft whimper sescaping her lips as he would leave. This would not wake her though, her eventfull day leaving her quite exhausted.

The dull ring of a midnight bell would be heard, A dull tone that echoed from The Vampire Victor's perch. Victor's features twisted into a horendous smile. His fangs seemed to grow longer; almost completely in syncronization, a hole in the clouds shone moonlight upon Victor's eyes. Those red orbs seemed to darken with his anticipation of success.

The suspicious man would suddenly turn to look at the Inn, a sudden sharp snapping noise just to his right flank. Someone was being too nosy, Immediatly he turned and would engage in a short hand gesture, whispering something to himself; the words he spoke seemed to echo with power.

Reorik cursed as his foot stepped on a small twig, never taking his eyes off of the figure. The man seemed to conjure fire from nothing in a huge plume that seemed to jet between his hands. Weaving them almost artisticly between his hands; creating an orb of fire. The man's clothes caught on fire, yet his skin shrugged it off, with an ease almost.

The suspicious man's body seemed almost completely tattoed; every inch of him in fact. Strange glyphs erupted with flame on every inch of his body. The fireball grew in his hands, before being sent flying. It grew to five feet in radius, taking half the bush with it before bursting against the fence behind Reorik.

Reorik had thrown himself onto his back quick enough before the spell had gone off. He would kick himself off the ground, landing on his feet. Using his demonic blessing to full effect, he dashed to try and outflank him, sending his hunting knife sailing into him. It was a struggle just to get close enough to throw the damn weapon. He held his breath seeing the infernomancer brush fire over a 30 foot spread.

Victor would suddenly leap from the small clock tower. Dashing quickly to the right side of the Inn. His eyes closely examining it. Her scent was close to this side of the building. With a great leap, he would seem to stick to the side of the building. Shimying his way along the siding, her scent was becoming stronger! Now hanging just under the window of her room, he would forced it open with on hand, the lock busting off from his strength.

Fern sat up quickly, startled by the sudden racket within her room. Terror would return to her features, every inch of Fern seemed to shake in fear. She would close her eyes, looking down slightly, patiently waiting for 'Master' to approach.

Victor licked his lips, whispering softly to her "Good girl...". In a flurry of movement he would move next to her, his hang grabbing her by the hair and tilting her head back; A look of misery spread across his little pet's face. Almost forceibly he would sink his fangs into her lower jugular.

As the pain began, Fern's eyes widened with shock, no sound came from her even as he began to gorge himself on her blood. Slowly everything would begin to become hazy, her mind fighting to stay concious.

Quietly, Victor would lift her just after finishing his meal. Greedily he would lick at the wound, which began to heal and mend itself. He would hold her close, almost as if she were a large doll. He would bring her eyes to meet his.

Fern knew to dread what would come next, as her mind seemed to go blank. Obediently, Fern put her arms around his neck hanging on to him with what strength she had left. She was light enough to be picked up without discomfort.

Outside, the pyromancer continued to make the heat turn up, drawing concern from neighbours. A maniacle laugh came from the tattooed man as he sent a stream of fire into the Inn.

(So sorry for delaying the rp. Stuff came up that I neglected to mention would be happening. My apologies.)

For a surprised minute Regan had panicked, until he smelled a familiar scent and heard a familiar voice. This turnabout surprised him more then he cared to admit. On that thought he inhaled sharply as he felt teeth upon his earlobe. A warm body pressed against his, trapping the vampire completely, it had Regan chuckling a little. Turning his head so he could at least see part of the wolf demon's face, he smirked. "You think this is a game to me? Think again." It had stopped being a game, he supposed, the moment he'd tasted Loki's blood. Regan hadn't quite realized it at the time, but that didn't make it any less true. The vampire shifted his body, pushing back against Loki teasingly.

Loki shifted on his feet, causing him to wriggle and press right back against that vampire. He growled lightly, his hands moving down to Regan's hips. Then those hands slipped around Regan's waist and Loki hugged the other man for a few moments before those hands moved. One slid up Regan's chest, touching, feeling, exploring, the other hand went down, Loki's thumb hooking in the front of Regan's pants. The wolf gave a slight tug and slammed his pelvis hard against the vampire's rear with a slight snarl. "Why?" Loki nipped Regan's earlobe again, then placed a kiss behind that ear. "Why do I want you so badly?" There was a slight whine to his voice, a soft whimper.

A content sigh slipped from Regan for the few peaceful moments Loki hard wrapped his arms around his waist. Then the wolf's hands began roaming, exploring, eliciting needy sounds from the vampire as he tried to hold some semblance of control upon himself. A loud moan escaped him as he felt Loki's pelvis hard against him, only for it to slide down into a low sigh as the wolf nipped and kissed his ear. Somehow Regan managed to compose himself enough to answer the wolf's plaintive question. "Because, I challenge you.. We challenge each other." As he uttered the words, the vampire let his own hands reach behind him to grip Loki's hips. He wasn't making the same mistake as earlier.

Loki whimpered softly, running his tongue along the outline of Regan's ear as he wriggled and pressed against him. "It won't always be like that though. Will I stop wanting you when you stop challenging me?" He whispered the question softly, those sharp teeth nipping at the vampire's ear lobe again. When Regan reached back to grab Loki, the wolf attempted to move back, out of reach. Attempted, but didn't actually do it. He wriggled his hips a bit, pressing needily against Regan. Gods Above and Below what had he really gotten himself into?

Tossing and turning until she couldn't toss and turn anymore, Vex frowned up at the ceiling. When her stomach groweled, food appeared. When she glanced down at her wet dress, a dry one appeared. She frowned up at the ceiling as she sat up, "Can you grant wishes too, Inn?" she asked sarcastically. Being the normally feisty person she was, Vex couldn't sit around in this place feeling sorry for herself anymore. Even if it meant being exactly who she hated, it was better than laying in this bed forever.

Climbing out of bed, she pulled on the dry dress, looking around cautiously as if to make sure the Inn wasn't messing with her again. A few short minutes later she had eaten, and gathered the few things into her pack that she had brought with her. Moving to the bathroom, she reapplied her rouged lipstick, fixed her hair, and grabbed her shoes, pleased that the color had come back to her body.

Now was the time. It was late, everyone was sleeping, so she assumed, and she could leave easily without ever being noticed. She carried her shoes, not wanting the heels to give her away, as she exited her room, leaving the key on the bed. She closed the door quietly behind her, staring down the hall for a moment. She wondered about the others, and silently apologized for being such a burden, before shaking her head at herself. The old Vex never would have apologized for anything, the only thing she should be sorry for is the fact that she was leaving empty handed. She heard a door beginning to open, so she hurried down the stairs, passed the bar, and out the door, where she put her shoes on, and headed down the street.

((Please don't feel obligated to go running after her lol I haven't even decided if she is gone for good yet or not. If she runs into trouble then so be it, if not, she may or may not decide to come back. I want to bring in another fae male character soon and I'm not sure I could handle three lol))

It seemed like every move the wolf made had Regan wanting him even more. Pressing back against him, Regan tried not to let his breathing come out in shallow gasps but it wasn't something he could stop. "I don't know, do you?" They could find out, try and see... With a low growl the vampire twisted around so he faced Loki. Without a second thought Regan pulled the wolf to him, kissing and nipping as was becoming habit until he reached the other's mouth. "Things had better not change," said the vampire before tugging and pulling insistently at Loki's shirt, trying to get it off. Of course by now the vampire had completely forgotten they were in the hallway.

Sikura looked over at the neko and Priscilla the to Aine as she asked about Rida. It seemed she had gotten to know him quite quickly. Her eyes went to her wrists as Aine spoke to her. She pulled her arms back quickly and blushed as she closed her eyes. The young woman looked to Luce as he spoke and meet her eyes with his. She nodded as the blush slowly left her cheeks. "My stepfather....he thought I replace my mother when she died earlier this year. He had replaced my father in the house and my mother's bed and he thought I should do the same. Except he was an alcoholic and I refused to do so. So he'd beat me and...one night..." Tears made their way into her eyes and voice. Softly she said, "He broke down my door and took my rosebud by force..."

Turning to look back at her, the concern in her voice -- that wasn't normal. By now she should've already tried to pet and smother him painfully. Slowly, he stopped altering his balance to watch her carefully. "Why are you concerned? You should've already been touching me...why aren't you?" Confusion laced his words, as he allowed himself to relax only a little bit, standing still and tail not twitching spastically. His arms remained wrapped around his torso, ears still flat against his head, but one twitched forward, trained on her. Oh why did he end up alone with her? He didn't know what to do.

"I see." Aine murmured softly in acceptance, picking up her cup again to sip at it, holding it with both hands as she turned to refocus upon Sikura. Before the anger could show on her face, she looked down, red bangs hiding her expression. Yet just because she did not share it with them, did not mean that the signs were invisible. Her wings, which had more than likely appeared as an interesting tattoo to anyone else, slowly peeled off her skin and fluttered angrily behind her. "Scum...For such a man...For one to exist like him, it is a crime." She whispered harshly, only to gasp in surprised pain a few moments later. Her grip on the cup had tightened, to the point it cracked and shattered in her hands, the shards shallowly slicing her palms. Blood the color of her eyes, and smelling as sweet as the roses she produced, slowly bubbled and dripped, and she quickly grabbed up a napkin to cover her hands. "Oh dear. I'm so sorry. I just...I normally don't get so mad..." The fae explained, smiling a little and chuckling half-heartedly in the hopes of not distressing the younger woman.

An incredulous look plastered itself onto Priscilla's face. "But, that would be horribly impolite! I don't know you and doing such a thing... Why it's simply unthinkable under the circumstances." She couldn't believe what he'd just said. Anyone who proceeded with such familiarity under such short acquaintance.. It was simply unthinkable! Priscilla would only have touched the neko under life threatening circumstances as things stood, and since this was not the case there was no way she would lay a hand on him. Though, she did have a certain curiosity about him having never seen a neko before, the young woman kept it to herself.

((I'm back form classes! XD))

As everyone is talking. The feint smell of smoke is in the air.

Victor walked to the window, carrying a quiet Fern under his arm. Carefully he would climb out, carrying his entranced pet over his shoulder, landing softly on his feet. He had to be wondering what the realization of danger would be for them. No luxury should be overindulged, he thought to himself quietly.

Victor would carry her quickly out of the area, leaving to return to the safety of his home. Once upon his property, he set Fern down on her feet. The inu-girl followed obediently behind her master. Stopping just as he set foot within the garden, his jaws opened wider, revealing a wicked set of fangs. To the ears of normal humans, it was undetectable, but to vampires and those with sensitive ears; such as animal-kin creatures, the noise was a calling.

From across the city, the same noise was emited from other children of the night. Froms would come out of the darkness around the mansion. Nearly one hundred vampires had answered his call. It was a call to gather. Vampires of all kind's flooded into the mansion, some bright looking and cheerful, some brooding a tragic, the personalities were wide and varied. The meeting hall within Victor's mansion soon became packed almost completely full. Some vampires even crawled along the ceiling to watch the gathering from above.

Victor walked onto a small rising above the crowd, waiting for everyone to gather.

"Things always change, pup." Loki had growled a bit, pressing hard against the vampire. Something was happening though, the Inn had winced in pain and Loki winced as well, pushing the vampire hard as he jumped back to get out of the man's arms. "Something isn't right!" His nose wrinkled, something had physcially broken, some part of the inn. A window lock, in Fern's room. A stranger had taken Fern. That was the stream of information Loki got as the inn hummed and vibrated around him. "Fern!" The wolf had turned quickly and dashed down the hall, Fern's door opened for him before he even got to it. He rushed inside, but they were already gone. Loki rushed to the window, hands on the window pane as he stared out of it. The broken piece was already mending itself. His ears drooped greatly. "How could you let a stranger force his way in?" The wolf growled, drew back his fist and punched the window. Glass shattered, smaller pieces sticking into his flesh, but he didn't seem to notice the cuts at all. Loki snarled at the darkness beyond the window. A hint of smoke in his nose and both hands gripped the window pane tightly.


Luce had winced slightly. Bad things had happened, were happening and there was little he could do about it. His nose wrinkled at the scent of smoke, but he wasn't too worried. He glanced at Aine and Sikura. "Please excuse me for a few moments." Then he stood and moved off towards the kitchen, giving Rida a reassuring smile as he passed the boy and Priscilla. Inside the kitchen Luce moved to a wall and placed both hands upon it. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The stream of information he had gotten from the Inn was a bit broken, this way, he would no exactly what was happening while it was happening and what had happen. He flinched slightly when Loki broke the window, then a bright light in Luce's mind. Fire. The slight smell of smoke and Luce smiled. The entire Inn seemed to shimmer with a light purple aura, the aura though most wouldn't be able to see this aura, it was the protective shield that ultimately protected the Inn and her occupants from dangers such as fire. Especially ones that were deliberate. Luce knew the magic of the inn, magic that was as old as the world itself, would be more than enough to handle the fire, but Luce added a bit of his own strength to it. The fire would die as soon as it touched any part of the inn.

Sikura looked at the woman as she tilted her head down and spoke. "Aine?" She said softly before the tattoo appeared before she shattered the cup with her hands. The young woman jumped and meeped as the glass broke in her hands. "Aine, you're bleeding." Her eyes on the woman as she smelled roses. As her mother-like instincts took over, she ran over to the bar and grabbed the first aid kit. Sikura looked at Aine's hands and started to tend to her wounds. "Please, the one who should be angry is me. I could have fought more but he threatened to do the same to my sisters even my younger brothers. So I let him have mine to spare them....But thank you for worries." Her eyes went to Luce as he left the room towards the kitchen. She began to smell smoke and looked around for the source.