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Onyxia The Dragon, Malkavian Primogen
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Feb 28, 2015 02:56PM

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Ophelia watched silently from an alleyway as the Kine ate, drank and laughed in the café across the street. She sighed softly, searching the sea of faces for her Ghoul. She had felt her presence, and she was certain she was here.

Rhea sat at the cafe, silently staring at the cup of coffee she had in her hands. The air was chilly, and she breathed in the warm steam that came off of the coffee. The glass was warm beneath her gloved hands. She sighed, missing her Ophelia. She was completely devoted to her, succumbed to the drug of Vitae, having a sever addiction, coupled with her obsessive crush on the Malkavian made it worse. Every cell in her body needed the vampire's embrace, to be in her arms and have her flesh penetrated. Ever since her virgin skin was violated by those osseous daggers, it became all she ever wanted, outside of the impossible desire to have something other than fangs of her love enter her body. She squired in her seat, slightly aroused by the thought.
Ophelia glanced over the Kine one last time when her eyes fell upon her pale Ghoul. A pleasant smile formed in her lips and she slowly crossed the street to the café. She walked into the steam filled building. Coffee cups adorned almost every table, but the scent of blood was more powerful. She moved closer to Rhea and bent over slightly behind her. She whispered in her ear, "I found you, ivory princess." She left a small kiss below her ear, then another on her neck.

Rhea stifled an orgasmic gasp as the lips of her undead pressed against her skin twice. "Oh...Ophelia!" she moaned softly, her hands shaking, causing the cup to rattle in her grasp. "You found me," Rhiannon said, her pulse quickening.
Ophelia slipped into the seat across from her, smiling at her sweetly. "Has my beloved embraced her freedom today?" she asked softly. "I was lonely without you, ivory princess."

She blushed, "I was in the library." She said, flustered. She had found a vampire erotica, a lesbian one, thank Caine. She took it into the bathroom stall and...thought of Ophelia. She blushed at the memory. "...and then I went dancing. There were pretty boys and girls, they took a liking to me. Especially a cute blonde one," she said, thinking of the androgynous girly boy with body glitter to spare that swayed with her to the intoxicating techno beat. "I came here for coffee, I know you don't like sunlight, and I was trying to stay up late for you."
Ophelia smirked lightly and brushed her hand over Rhea's. "You are one dirty little princess, my dear. Tell me, how much did you take a liking to that book?" she asked. She slipped her fingers through Rhea's, tugging her hand gently to the middle of the table.

Her face reddened. "I...very much." she said, turning pink with embarrassment. She wished she could be with Ophelia like that. To do those things with her vampire, her love. The touch of her cold skin sent shivers down her spine.
She brought Rhea's hand close to her own cheek and caressed it gently across Rhea's hand. "Your warm Spring is a pleasant sting to my cold Winter.." She kissed the palm of Rhea's hand gently and looked into the eyes of her Ghoul. "Such beauty.. I am lucky to have. My opposite would surely love to have you as hers, the damn Kindred of the arts."

Rhea did not understand who Ophelia was talking about, but she didn't care. She had always been Ophelia's, and she would never let another vampire feed from her, without her mistress' permission. She smiled softly, "Too bad, she can't have me. I'm spoken for."
Ophelia smiled and continuously brushed Rhea's hand against her cheek. "Does the ivory princess wish to go back to my tattered palace, or would she like to venture for a longer while?" she asked her.

She blushed, "You lead, I f-follow." She stuttered, his face red. Was Ophelia flirting with her? Was she really going to give her what she always wanted? She squirmed slightly, and brought a trembling hand up to her lips, sipping the coffee. The warm liquid awoke her sleepy mind up.
Ophelia gently placed Rhea's hand back on the table, and she leaned back in her seat comfortably. "I'll let you finish, ivory princess. There's no need to rush," she said to her.

Rhea sipped at her coffee, letting the warmth spread through her body. She smiled politely up at Ophelia from behind her cup. She loved the way she spoke. She was so unique and enigmatic. Some called her insane, she called her beautiful. A misunderstood muse.
Ophelia's eyes wandered out the window, and she watched as Kine passed by. She studied their faces, reading all of them. Some were returning from work, other's were on their way to Asp Hole, and a fair number of men were hurrying to the Vesuvius. She chuckled to herself.

She stood up, "I'm ready, Ophelia." Rhea said, her eyes glittering in the low light. She smiled a toothy grin. Her paleness made her seem almost like she was glowing against the dull L.A. night.
Ophelia stood as well and slipped her hand in Rhea's. "I have nice presents waiting for my ivory princess when we arrive at the palace," she said as she placed a gentle kiss on Rhea's forehead. Ophelia pulled out a bit of money out of her pocket, and left a tip for the waiter. She lead Rhea out onto the street, and hailed down a taxi.