The Blood Diamond

[borgiafatale]

The man that had asked Cesare to be introduced to Lucrezia was named Tom, and he was old and not terribly attractive and rather boring. But he also was not dangerous in the least. He had the air of submission on him, and Lucrezia was amused that Cesare may not have picked up on this. And though he spent his fair share of time they were having a drink to openly ogle Lucrezia, he was also checking his phone constantly for texts, and disappearing to take calls. It was not for work. In fact, it highly amused Lucrezia to think that a dominatrix had this man wrapped around her finger.

After one of the phone calls he returned to Lucrezia and asked if she had any interest in another quick stop before he returned her home. He had a friend who was a fan of her work and would like to meet her. She was at a club only a couple of blocks away. It was one of his favorite places, he told her; he thought she'd like it.

Obviously, she should say no. Cesare would have told her to say no. But now that she had her suspicions about the man, the promise of blackmail material was so close to her grasp. She imagined going back to Cesare with this, imagined how surprised and impressed he would be. She could help the family, too. Even without instruction.

Once they arrived at a place called the Blood Diamond, she wondered if he was really very stupid or just thought that she was. He brought her inside, and she realized that she was perhaps a bit underdressed. She had not wanted to seem the seductress that night so she had dressed in a manner that passed as rather innocent for her - a white dress, cinched at the top but flowing, almost sundress like thanks to an unseasonably warm night. Her hair was curled and left long. She also wore a rather large ruby at her throat, which would not have been her choice for a club such as this. And even in this environment, she carried herself like a princess - which perhaps was what was drawing the attention of those around her.

"I have to go find her," said Tom once he had settled her at the bar. "I will be back."

She nodded at him, and once he was gone, brought out his phone which she had taken out of his back pocket as he walked away. Jackpot. She idly scrolled through a series of photographs of the man tied and bound - not a pretty sight. In the occasional photograph there was blood on him as well, which wow. She sent copies to herself, idly sipping on a martini and ignoring those around her except for keeping her senses peeled for Tom's return. She assumed he would bring some beautiful woman with him, holding the end of his metaphorical leash. And she assumed as well that perhaps the woman was attempting to get him to convince her to join them - as if. But there were several cabs waiting outside, and it wasn't as if they could force her to leave with them in the middle of this crowded place.

And suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder.

Lucrezia spun on her stool, instinctively grabbing the arm and twisting it. It belonged to a young man dressed in black leather and blinking at her in surprise. "Miranda and Tom sent me to - " he said, and she dropped his arm, standing now and on guard. Ah, so they'd sent someone else.

"Tell Tom thank you for the lovely evening but I'll be going now," she said, leaving Tom's phone there on the bar so that he could assume he'd simply forgotten it there.

"Miranda told me to fetch you," the man said, and his eyes looked slightly glazed, as if he were high. Or hyptonized.

"No thank you," she said, and turned to go.

He grabbed her wrist, hard enough to bruise this time, and she spun on him and kicked him in the groin. He doubled over but was not down long. "She told me - " he repeated, and this time grabbed her by her hair. When she yelped and tried to yank away from him he swung her in an attempt to bring her closer to him but their balance faltered and her jaw came into contact with the edge of the bar.

Despite the pain, she took the opportunity to reach for the compartment on the side of her purse, where she kept the knife that Michael had given her. She grabbed it, struck the man in the throat with her free hand, and when he released her, used a maneuver that Michael had taught her to come round back of him and put the knife to this throat.

This all happened so fast. Fast enough that she wasn't shocked that no one had yet come to her aid or indeed intervened at all. But once she had the man in her grasp, she saw that many of the people standing around them were staring with all kinds of expressions she didn't quite understand.

Her tongue darted out to taste the blood on her lip.

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[thenorthman]

"That's the idea," Eric confirmed, fingers brushing her neck again.

[borgiafatale]

Clearly he would prefer her neck. And that was what she wanted as well, were she to be honest. The idea of his mouth on her was very pleasant, no matter what else might be happening.

She also did not know what she was getting into and thought it best to be as cautious as possible. Particularly since she felt given his answers to her questions she had gotten the short end of the bargain. She was not inclined to give him what he wanted.

She held out one delicate wrist to him. "Will this do?"

[thenorthman]

What Eric truly would have preferred was her inner thigh, but he knew better than to ask for it. He also knew better than to expect her neck.

His smile was predatory as she offered her wrist to him. "Perfectly," he assured her, leaning away from her to slide his fingers over her hand, then close them over it. He ran his nose over the soft skin of her inner wrist, breathing her in, then clicked his fangs back out, and bit in.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia let out a little gasp of surprise. Even though she'd been expecting it, it was still startling. The prick of fangs felt like sizeable needles, little getting a painful shot from a doctor. But that pain subsided quickly, and then there was a feeling of suction. Not painful. Though not actively pleasant either.

There was, however, something quite erotic about looking down and seeing him there, drinking from her. She supposed it should shock or upset her. It did not. In fact, though she realized intellectually that perhaps the exact opposite should be true instead, the sight made her feel... powerful.

[thenorthman]

Eric drank slowly, appreciating her scent and the quick pulse of her heart as much as the taste of her blood. When he stopped drinking, he licked his fangs back in and licked at her wounds, gathering the blood still oozing to the surface on his tongue.

Waste not.

[borgiafatale]

And that, at the end, there was something very intimate like that. Lucrezia could not imagine having such intimacy every time one needed sustenance.

She was appreciative that there was not a single drop of blood on her white dress.

"Do you find me to your taste?" she asked him softly.

[thenorthman]

Eric swiped his tongue over the welling blood again, and finished it on a kiss. "You've done nicely," he answered Lucrezia, but for his tone of voice, he might as well have been talking dirty to her.

He gestured at a nearby hostess, and she stepped forward, offering Lucrezia a compress to stop the bleeding.

[borgiafatale]

God, his voice. It had been far too long since she had had good sex. That is to say, with anyone but her husband, because he was completely inept. How he had managed to hold the interest of a mistress she had no idea, unless it was just with his wallet.

She took the compress and laid it over her wrist, looking at Eric.

"Is it supposed to be enjoyable?" she asked him frankly.

[thenorthman]

"Fangs piercing your skin?" Eric asked, thumbing at the corner of his mouth to catch a spare fleck of blood. He sucked it into his mouth, his eyes still on her. "For the right kind of people."

[borgiafatale]

"Well sure," said Lucrezia. She wasn't an innocent, after all. "But there is a difference between the pleasure of a moment of pain, and what the woman there on the couch was experiencing." She nodded to the couch by them, now empty.

[thenorthman]

"It's a fetish," Eric answered easily. "We call them fangbangers." Another gesture of his hand had a hostess step forward to offer Lucrezia some juice and finger food. They were clearly very used to seeing to humans 'donating' blood.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia was not hungry, but she took the juice just in case. She did not feel dizzy or lightheaded, though. Better than if she'd given blood at a blood bank.

"Ah, is it more about... banging, then?" she asked. "That is an interesting way to gain sustenance on a regular basis."

She could, after all, understand why it might be more pleasurable during sex.

[thenorthman]

Eric shrugged. "Some people like to be beaten. Some people like to be beaten, then fucked." Fangbangers were a handy way to get regular meals, but they weren't exactly gourmet. They were much too willing.

[borgiafatale]

"And you?" Lucrezia asked him. "How do you like your meals?"

[thenorthman]

Eric smiled at her. "Blonde."

[borgiafatale]

Surprised, Lucrezia laughed. "Well, I am glad that I have something to recommend me over my brother."

[thenorthman]

"Do you always talk as if you're competing with him?" Eric asked curiously.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia shrugged. "Not always," she said. "But if I were a boy, I would probably be the one with power rather than having married men who were supposed to have it."

[thenorthman]

"Isn't it your choice to live within those parameters?" Eric asked, with raised eyebrows. He had known too many women, born in times much more difficult than these for their sex, who had risen to whatever heights they had sought to attain.

They were far from the majority, but Eric was not interested in anyone but the exceptional.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia leaned towards him a little. "If I were a boy, it would have been handed to me," she said. "Instead, I have done what is asked of me and still I will have what I desire. I simply have to work for it. Of course, so has Cesare, not being the favored son. This is what we have in common. Except - Cesare is not often underestimated. And I always am."

[thenorthman]

Eric thought that Cesare very often was, on the contrary - something that seemed to work very well for him. But he wasn't going to tell Lucrezia anything about her family. And he wasn't going to tell her to suck it up and do something about it, not in so many words. She might still be of use.

"And that rankles," he stated, and then smiled slightly, sardonically. "But you do what is asked of you."

[borgiafatale]

"Have done," Lucrezia corrected. "No more."

She had all but decided to get Allan out of her life, and be damned what her father thought of it.

Then she added, "And no, it does not rankle that I am underestimated. It is, on the contrary, extremely useful."

[thenorthman]

"Better," Eric congratulated her. He stood. "It's been an interesting meeting, Lucrezia. I hope I'll see you here again."

[borgiafatale]

Well that felt patronizing. Clearly she had not impressed him. She wasn't sure why that bothered her.

"Perhaps," she said. Because she was not entirely sure how she felt about being here again. But she did want to see him again. And she wanted information.

"And don't worry, I will tell Cesare that you were kind to me." Whether she thought that was the entire truth or not, she did not say. She wasn't sure yet whether she would tell him about the biting. Likely not.

[thenorthman]

"I'd never expect you to lie to your brother," Eric assured her, leading her back towards the stairs. "Not on my behalf, anyway."

Especially not a lie her brother would have trouble believing. 'Kind' was not something Cesare Borgia had ever seen from Eric. Being kind around him would likely have been detrimental to their relationship.