Stoker and Stalkers: I Don't Wanna Spoil the Party

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Jamie and Kitty go to their Halloween party, and someone else is there.



Kitty had been a little reluctant to give up her jacket, finding the looks she was getting with the low cut dress and padded bra a tad unsettling, But Jamie was here and that made it ok. Slipping her arm through his, she leaned towards him to be heard better over the music. "So, this is a college party then, is it? Remarkably like parties at the school, only with more people. Look, there're even people with purple hair." She nodded towards a couple in rather tacky, bright wigs.

Jamie grinned. "The advantage to a college party is, instead of demon invasions or paramilitary operatives the only people you have to worry about crashing it are drunk fratboys. Should be a nice restful evening. Wanna try and find Mark, let him know we're here?"

"Skipping the paramilitary bits is always good," Kitty said. "Lead on. You ought to at least introduce me, I think."

His wait was nearly ended. It was a fitting, he thought, that his opportunity would come here, at this celebration of the macabre and the dark. As he watched her wend through the crowded, graced among the graceless, he was reminded of why he'd chosen her. Here, surely he could winnow her away from the brainless oaf she called her boyfriend and finally, finally drink deeply of her spirit. He was jostled by a passing boy in a lab coat and resisted the urge to snap his neck. He must remain calm.

"Mark would kill me if I didn't, trust m--oh, there he is." Jamie led them over toward the drinks table, tapping a caped figure on the shoulder and falling seamlessly into character. "Exshellent party you have here, old boy. Allow me to introdushe you to Mish O'Toole, my companion for thish evening."

The caped figure turned around and grinned through a mouthful of false fangs. "Why, Mr. Bond, how good of you to join us." He bowed elaborately over Kitty's hand. "And Miss O'Toole, I am enchanted to meet you at last. I do hope you will stay for . . . drinks."

"Count," Kitty said, smiling coyly. "A plesure, I'm sure. I must say, it's wonderful to meet you at last."

"Oh, no, my dear, I insist, the pleasure is mine." Mark waggled his eyebrows expressively, and at that Jamie cracked up.

"Dude, your Transylvanian accent sucks."

"Oh, like your Bond is any better?" Mark grinned. "I blame it on the fangs, I can't enunciate for crap. Seriously, though, Kitty, it's nice to meet you--this guy thinks you're the best thing since the invention of fire, if you didn't know."

Kitty grinned back. "Ah, then he's actually gotten worse. I'm pretty sure it used to just be sliced bread. It's nice to meet you, too,
Mark. Great party."

"Hah," Jamie retorted, "shows what you know, it was always fire."

"I'll just let the two of you work that one out, I think," Mark said with a laugh. "Have fun, guys."

"See you later," Kitty said, tugging on Jamie's hand. "Dance? Or do you want to see if there's anyone else here you know?"

Jamie grinned. "I think I could be persuaded to dance."

"Excellent," Kitty said, leading him out on the dance floor. Jamie had gotten very good since the first time they'd gone dancing. Lots of practice. Kitty approved. As they spun about the dance floor, Kitty briefly caught a glimpse of a dark, looming figure who seemed to be watching them, but she was far too used to being watched while she danced to pay it any mind. She did have to give whoever it was points for the costume.

There really was only so long a person could dance, particularly on a crowded dance floor in the middle of a party. Eventually the heat got to be too much, and it wasn't as though there weren't other things to do. Mark had even set up some traditional Halloween stuff, like apple bobbing and the bowl of 'eyeballs'.

"My dear Mr. Bond," Kitty said, leaning on Jamie's arm and fluttering her eyelashes up at him as they headed off the dance floor, "would you be dear and get me some water? I'm sure I could make it worth the effort..."

"Why, of course, Mish O'Toole," Jamie replied archly, playing his role to the hilt. "I never leave a lady unshatishfied. Try not to break too many heartsh while I'm gone, won't you?"

"I make no promises, Mr. Bond," Kitty said, her tone arch. Then she grinned at him and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going to go find a chair. Catch my breath a bit."

"I'll just follow the trail of poleaxed-looking young men, then." Jamie grinned and elbowed his way toward the drinks table.

Kitty grinned, then turned and headed into the crowd herself, looking for a seat.

At last, an opening. "Allow me." He stepped up smoothly and bowed deeply before her, courtesy as much of his birthright as the dark hunger that even now pulsed through him. Gesturing to a darkened sitting area, appropriately lit only by a few flickering electric "candles" and grinning pumpkins, he gave her a winning smile, flashing pointed teeth, "Won't you have a seat?"

Kitty was a touch startled, not having actually expected anyone to play courtier once Jamie was gone. Must be the cleavage, she decided, beffore smiling. "Why thank you ever so," she said, falling into the roll of her costume as she settled onto one of the chairs.

"The pleasure is mine," he assured her settling in the chair next to her and conveniently blocking her from the rest of the party. "You must tell me your name." His eyes focused somewhat south of her face then flicked back up with effort.

Yup, definitely the cleavage. Kitty suppressed a little sigh, getting a feeling for what better endowed girls probably had to go through a lot, and said, "I'm Plenty," stealing the line straight from the movie. "Plenty O'Toole."

He took her hand and bent over it, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into the frail skin and drink of the hot blood that coursed just below the surface. He contented himself with only a brush of lips and fangs and the knowledge that it wouldn't be much longer. "Enchanting of course." He looked up at her, dark eye flashing with command, "though I was hoping for your real name."

Her eyes caught in his gaze, the world seemed to fade away until there were only his eyes and his voice and Kitty found herself answering without a thought. "Kitty. Kitty Pryde."

"Kitty," he rolled the name over his tongue, sampling it. He didn't break eye contact with her for a moment as he moved subtly closer, drawing her forward at the same time. "Beautiful Kitty. I've been longing to meet you."

Moving towards him, into his arms, seemed the most natural thing in the world. Kitty's mind had gone blank, and she knew nothing except him.

The convenient positioning of the chairs meant that it was nearly impossible to see him tilt her head to the side and pierce her neck, her essence spilling into his mouth as he sucked it away greedily. The taste of her mingled with the sharp coppery bite of her blood, just a few drops. His arm slipped about her waist to support her as well as reminding him that she was a delicate creature and he must be careful not to take too much. He wanted her to be his for a very long time.

The bite ought to have hurt but through the fog in her mind Kitty could only feel it as though from a great distance. The drain on her energy was no more discernible, although she slumped a bit in his arms as a strange sort of lethargy filled her limbs.

He must be cautious. She was already drooping in his embrace and the taste of her was becoming thin and flat. With a regretful sigh, he pulled back, licking away the few stray droplets of blood and combing her hair forward. "Kitty, sweet Kitty. You're so perfect." He stroked her cheek as he captured her faraway gaze again. "I must leave you now, but don't worry. I'll come back. Until then, it's best that you forget until I call you." With her essence in him, the soft suggestion had the force of law.

Kitty sagged back into her chair as he stood and vanished into the crowd, already the hypnotic command taking effect to erase him from her mind. As her consciousness of her body came back, she couldn't understand why she was so tired. Maybe she'd just pushed too much while they'd been dancing. She didn't even look up as Jamie came back and took the empty seat next to her.

"I'm afraid I had a little trouble with the drinksh, my dear--a matter of enemy agentsh, but I--" Jamie's face creased in sudden concern as he got a good look at Kitty. "Kitty, are you all right? What happened?"

It was her name that finally got her attention and Kitty looked up, offering him a little smile. "Jamie. Hi. I'm ok, just... tired. Got tired all of a sudden."

"All of a whole lot of sudden," Jamie said worriedly. "You wanna call it an early night? Mark won't mind, and you . . . you look like you need it."

"I... Yeah, I'd kind of like to go home." A yawn caught her off guard and Kitty squeezed her eyes shut against it, blinking blearily when she opened them. "You ok with it, though?"

"With you suddenly totally exhausted for no apparent reason?" Jamie shook his head, smiling wryly. "Wouldn't be able to have fun if we did stay, for worrying. Let's get you home. Want a hand up?"

"'Kay," Kitty said, idly, taking the offered hand. "Maybe I'll take a train on the nap, too. Er... I mean..."

"I know what you mean." Jamie parlayed the hand into an arm around her waist, and started making their way toward the door. "Naps are a really good place to take a train. Let's go grab one."