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Bite Me
She paused in the doorway long enough to allow her eyes to adjust to meager light of their new surroundings. The tall one behind her pushed her forward and snapped the doors shut behind her, and her senses swam, oppressed and overwhelmed. The walls of the room seemed to be closing in on her, and she braced herself to resist whatever trick this was. It took a moment before she realized this was not a trick at all. She was, in fact, standing in what amounted to little more than a closet; a large closet, but a small room nonetheless. A tall man with an impressive wing span could have stretched his arms out and touched both walls without straining. Every inch of space seemed to be occupied by computer casing, stacks of servers and other technical equipment she, with her own vastly different natural talents, had never had a need for and so couldn't recognize. The only light was coming from the machines, and the multiple displays lining the walls above the table that ran the length of the room. There was little free space on the table itself, either, most of the space being occupied with multiple keyboards and other pieces of input hardware. Though the whole thing was undeniablly organized, put together like a puzzle out of physical necessity so it would all fit, the cords and wires ran haphazard and free, and she was almost afraid to move lest she be caught in some kind of careless, accidental booby trap. The air was stifling, hot from the computers and filled with the hum of the fans inside them. They did nothing to circulate the air in the room itself, which was hazy with smoke, she belated realized.

She looked around before looking at him, stalling to gain composure. It was impossible to process what was on the monitors, though there was a nasty jolt and a healthy surge of anger when she spied her own face on one of them, pulled up along with some sort of informational file. It gave her the final bit of indignation she needed to grant her attention to the vampire. He wasn't looking at her, his face in profile while he closed his eyes and concentrated on the hand rolled cigarette that seemed to be the source of the smoke. HE certainly wasn't large enough to fill the room. He wasn't large at all, and not the least bit physically intimidating, or at least, not as physically intimidating as (the tall one had been) she knew herself to be. The arm that wasn't occupied with the joint was hooked lazily over the back of his chair, his feet propped up in the only other seat in the room, which he did not offer to her. The courage and composure had been unnecessary. She was powerful enough, and headstrong and young enough, not to fear vampires. This one was boyish, at best. He wasn't going to be able to get her body to respond in instinctive fear. She felt a surge of triumph, and cleared her throat.

Slowly he allowed his eyes to turn toward her, and then he lazily blew out the puff of smoke that had been held in his lungs. Teddy shifted, pulled off his headphones, and crushed out the joint, careful to keep the movements slow, languid. No reason for this whiny bitch to destroy his high; HE hadn't agreed to this meeting. "Yeah?" The voice was accentless, and no longer careful with the English, but no matter how slowly he attempted to speak when talking to humans - or witches - there was always a clipped, short quality about it. He was still incapable of a proper sneer or drawl, even after all this time."Can I help you with something? Or rather, what do you want?"

His head turned toward her, and she felt a flare of temper. "I want for you and all your kind to get the hell out of my town," she snapped. He waited a beat, pushed up his sleeves and pulled a keyboard closer, and began typing abruptly, hacking into the town's central database, pulling up all the files he could about her and her coven. She hadn't realized that even though the temper wasn't the reaction she'd wanted to give him, she had expected SOME kind of response from him in regard to it. Respect, however grudging, or maybe even amusement; acknowledgment, at the very least. And he might have been amused, had he not seen it all before. Granted, usually the witches were a more tolerant sort, but that didn't make her interesting. She stared as his fingers flew with preternatural speed. His wrists were flat and broad, incongrously masculine compared to the soft, full looking skin of his cheeks and lips. His hands were large and veiny. He was ugly, and she sneered a little.

"I want you to make me more powerful," she said quietly, without expression, and he did laugh at that, meanly, surprised. "I want you to help me get rid of my fear." Teddy stopped what he was doing and turned, giving her his full attention. "Afraid of vampires, are ya?" he asked, mocking, and she nodded resentfully. It was all well and good to imagine you were above the sway, the power of suggestion, but it was better to acknowledge it. Made you less susceptible. No fang toothed monster was going to charm her unawares, not if she could help it. So she thought, so she told herself she believed. So long as HE believed...

He rubbed a hand through his hair, making it stand up on end. She could have no idea how he worked, how THEY worked, and now he was amused. Or at least, potentially amused. He was not at all intimidating, and could, in an instant, have her completely and totally under his thrall, entirely submissive. If that was what she wanted, then she was shit of luck. It seemed odd, anyway. Not that it would have been the first time, but she was keeping too much distance for that sort of thing, and he'd thought she found him repulsive. Anyway, hardly any of them actually admitted to having that kind of power, lately. Not the ones who really DID possess it. Personally, he found that boring. Teddy looked her up and down. She didn't strike him as a technically untelligent person, just a young, proud one. "And what, exactly, am I doing for you? And what do you have to make this worth my while? Or worth giving away my secrets? After all, you've practically announced yourself as a threat." He grinned at her widely, purposefully showing off his fangs.

Gross. She repressed a shudder, and instead shrugged. "Blood," she tossed off carelessly, and slowly inched closer. That got his attention; his eyes sharpened their focus immediately on her face, as if he'd had no drug at all. The witch reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and let her hand trail slowly down her neck, eyes locked on to his. "What could anyone offer you, except blood?" There was a note of scorn in her voice, but Teddy ignored it in favor of staring at her, face carefully blank. She came closer again and he allowed himself to stiffen slightly, and turn away. "I don't need any demonstration of your power," the girl whispered. "I just want you to drink a little, so I know what it feels like." She was right beside his chair, now, heady with the effect she seemed to be having on him. So strong, and yet so weak. Slaves to something so many possessed, unable to resist. Well. She was sure some of them could, but this one, she had picked him on purpose. He had such little outside contact, and he was young looking enough and obsessed and fluent enough with technology that she assumed he was younger than most, as well. It was proving just as easy as she'd suspected it would be. The vampire took in a deep breath and looked up at her, longing evident in his eyes, hesitancy written all over his face. She moved again, and so did he, as though to stop her, pulling himself up upright in the chair, bringing his feet to the floor.

The witch straddled him, bringing their bodies close together, lowering herself into his lap. He didn't touch her, but he did respond to her touch, she could feel it. She was getting into it, fueled not by a secret desire for him or because she wanted to be bitten, but because she was seducing him, and it was working. She was enamored with her power, and was able to lean down and softly kiss his neck. Teddy allowed his head to fall back, and he sighed, for an instant giving himself over to desire and the idea. "Blood," she had said, and he could see quite clearly that she meant it. Blood was what she wanted to give him, and blood was what she wanted to take. Again, she wasn't the first; witches had always used blood in spells, for as long as he'd been aware of them. And she wasn't completely stupid, either. She was prepared to somehow get it from him by force or trickery, but she wasn't counting on it. This wouldn't be the last time she offered herself to him, and eventually, she would ask for an exchange.

The split second before he spoke, she felt the withdrawal of something she hadn't been aware of in the first place, and suddenly felt cold, and empty. "Will you blow me?" he whispered huskily, mocking her, and she yanked her head away from his neck to meet his eyes. They were open and looking at her, but closed off completely, full only of sarcasm and condescending amusement. "No deal," he said casually, and deposited her neatly on the floor. "You can see yourself out."</lj-ut>