I Dare You To {Faden}

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She hated being this way.

How could it be that Lust herself could feel so...so lonely? Was that the right word? Yes, she believed so. Lailah Arcamenel had lived since the beginning of the heavens, always one of the most beautiful, the most brightest, the most fairest. That was until her fall from grace where she was sent to the lowest regions of Hell with Lucifer and the rest of her fallen brethren. At one time she had been nearly at the top of the White Angel's ranks. Her singing voice was hard to match unless you were of course Lucifer himself, and even then her 'brother' had a hard time keeping up with Lailah. Her beauty had been hard to match as well. Raven black hair that shone blue and sometimes even green just like the raven's wing would. Her eyes the color of violets on a bright spring day, and her strong Roman features that were somehow so ironically delicate on her face was not match by any others. Sin had created her well, wield her body to make her more desirable than any woman alive.

And she still was dammit.

Had not the Archangel Michael wanted her? Raphael? Even sweet, peaceful Gabriel at one time? Yes, all of the Creator's precious White Angels lusted for her. Then there was the Black Angels. They simply could not resists her lustful smile and vivacious hips that swayed like a gentle breeze when she walked. Lailah was beauty and lust personified and she knew it. But she did not feel it now. Her heart ached and for some reason, that was not right to her. The only thing she had ever felt was desire for one's body. To feel the heat of sex as a man's body pressed tightly against hers, cupping her heated sex, running his mouth over every inch of her sculpted figure he could. That was what she was used to. Not this pity-party she seemed to be throwing for herself as she sat in the worned leather seat inside of The Pub. Back here, she could harbor her feelings and even hide her identity thankfully.

Tonight she was going to toast to herself and drink until she couldn't feel anymore. Maybe Despair was playing a nasty trick on her. Either way, Lailah felt utterly alone and disheartened. A feeling that left her cold and barren in some ways. Hopeless and lost came right along with it. Tilting back her drink, Lailah slammed the glass down and hissed. Tonight was not a good night whatsoever.

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[/color] Asking tenderly he smiled a wide green, showing his perfectly white pearls. He nodded to himself gently, knowing that he would flirt, but this woman looked a bit too much for him. Sighing to himself he wondered if she was drunk or not, poor woman looked as if she was just dumped by her eighty year old boyfriend with millions of dollars. Funny he was, thinking to himself.[/ul]

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Lailah could smell him from across the room as he walked through the door.

Ah, he was a great looker indeed, but her heart was too sore to care right now. Life had been rather...bleak for sometime. Rather dark and dank to be more precise. Her head tilted back to the side and she actually felt red hot tears roll down her face. The tears were of course her own blood, but even so. It made it all the more demonic in a way, but frighteningly beautiful. A light buzz was working its way through her head and she felt like climbing a table and shaking her ass to the music just because she could. But that was ridiculous because Lust never gave men what they wanted, she only drove them wild.

Her lips sought the rim of her cup again and she downed another shot of whiskey. Yes, Lailah loved the slow burn of fire and whiskey dulled her senses faster than any other drink. Of course by now she was reeking of the stuff, but yet she smelled amazing in an odd way. She blamed the phermones that her body produced; the chemical balance that Daimon gave her as an edge. And give her an edge it did! Lailah was exotic and intimidating all at once. Frightening, yet so inviting. Her head pounded and she found herself looking up at a beautiful man that had slipped into the seat beside her.

She found herself staring. Yes, she was lost for words for the first time in her long, long life. It had to be the buzz that just would not leave her alone as he smiled brightly and gave her a funny look. "Obviously, it is nawt," her words were slightly slurred, but still a husky purr that sounded faintly like ancient Roman dialect or Latin. Her bright fuschia eyes looked back into his and she smiled faintly. "Whawt brings yew to the bawk of the pub?" She titled her head back, downed another shot and fell over in her seat, her head resting on the table. She had passed out from the bottle she had just consumed and she was feeling so terribly heartbroken for no reason at all. It was enough to send anyone over the edge.

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He leaned in close to her, turning her over to look her in the face. She could probably feel his cold aura. He leaned in close to her face, his breath was also cold, but it gave off a good flavor. He spoke to her, so gentle it might of made her doze deeper.

"Madam. Are you alright? Shall I call for an ambulance?" He was so close to her face. Maybe he could of kissed her, but she smelled of alcohol he didn't like the smell. His arm reached over her and gently rubbed her back. He was trying to get her attention, she could of poisoned herself, and he hated to have that happen to someone.

He leaned back slightly, worried for the woman. Odd, he was majorly attracted to her, and it made him sick to his stomach. She was very sexy, and it bothered him even more so. He lusted her for a few seconds longer and cut off the feeling. He wouldn't do this to himself, he wouldn't allow himself to be pulled in by a woman's aura, and sex appeal. Smiling to himself over his resolve, he leaned back close to her face again, and said another low sentence.

"Shall I help you sit up?"

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Lailah's now fuschia eyes blinked heavily as he looked back into her face. She had always been the color of freshly fallen snow, but tonight she looked a little green around the gills. Lailah also was also pretty warm temperature wise, so as he moved closer, she felt the coldness of his aura and leaned forward. He smelled nice too; must be a vampire. Her eyes closed for a moment relishing in the good flavor before he spoke again.

That had Lailah sitting up almost straight in her seat laughing like a madwoman. "An ambulance? An ambulance! You truly do not know me then, do you sir? I do not need an ambulance, for I am already dead!" She slammed her shot glass down so hard it shattered in her hand, leaving it blood and cut. Lailah snarled at the blood and sighed. Soon the skin was sealing up the gaping mouths that were bleeding before any damage had been done. Her head rested back on the table sleepily and she shivered against his hand as he rubbed her back. Her head was pounding slightly.

Lust always knew when someone found her attractive. She also knew when they were angered by it and Lailah thought this was amusing as he squirmed to fight off the feeling. Too bad, even in her drunken state, Lailah's strong aura was enough to pull a man in. But in the end, it seemed this man could fight it off. She blamed it on her drinking; she just wasn't strong enough tonight. That was all. If she had been sober, well he wouldn't have stood much of a chance, now would he? Her face turned back to meet his eyes and she grinned.

"If you would like to do so. I promise that I'm not that drunk. Just tipsy at the most," she answered back, her own voice low, but laced with an ancient Roman accent that was simply irrisistable. "My name is Lailah."

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[/color] He said, trying to be polite, even though she had said her name.

He rose his own head with hers, as she soon swayed slowly. It was hard to keep a drunk person steady, and she only accused herself to be tipsy. Quite frankly Faden wasn't one to get drink, so he had rarely felt the drunkness that she might be feeling at the time. Not knowing the sweet release of having your cares being lifted and you didn't care about anything at the moment. His feelings wouldn't be taken over by such a thing, by just a drink his feelings could be multiplied, any one of them. Anger, sadness, or jealousy. Anything could happen when you're drunk.

He looked into her eyes as she stared blankly for a second. Oddly enough he could tell she was somewhat laid back at the moment. His eyes locked once more, and he added in his power of influence, no matter what she was at this point, he could feel her mind was set free. "Now you will calm down, won't thee?" He asked, his olden accent returning to him, as he stared into her eyes plainly. His influence might be able to take her drunken attitude away, with just those simple words, he had never tried it to cure a drunk. He held her up with one arm, not knowing if he'd let go if she would fall or something so he still held on.

His arm wrapped around her, and him staring into her eyes. He felt lost in her eyes for a second, then blinked and looked away quickly. "The names Faden." Is all he slurred out as he stared at the ground blankly.[/ul]

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Did she really need this much attention just because she was a little tipsy?

Alright, to be perfectly honest with herself, she was drunk. This was saying a lot considering that she was Lust and one of the Seven Sins that roamed this area. Lailah had lost count on how many shots she had downed and in that she had lost much of her mind. Her brain was foggy and she felt extremely light. So when the man went to wrap an arm around her and lift her, Lailah saw stars and everything spun like a ferris wheel gone mad. "Damn," she whispered to herself as the room seemed to clam itself down.

Her eyes met his and she looked back at him, trying to remember why he looked familiar to her. Lailah was as old as time, she was one of the first born Angels. So she pretty much knew every soul she ever came across and some of them she knew very intimately at one time. She was still swaying in his arms, trying her best to regain balance as she looked up at him. He was taller than her; men were supposed to be, but Lailah was always taller than most women. Something in her mind was clearing the fog and she blinked. His voice sounded familiar to her as well, or at least the accent did. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsly as she tried to stand straight and failed. It was better, but she was still pretty drunk. Her arm wrapped around his shoulder and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

Lailah stared back up at him for a moment and her lips parted slightly. He was scentless but his breath was sweet. That was strange, but intriguing. Plus good looks never hurt anyone. "Thank you, Faden." She smiled slowly before everything began to turn fuzzy and she slumped over on him lightly. Lailah had passed out for the first time in her entire life due to alcohol.