Oberon was long forgotten as It left the snow covered mountains of the north. Taking a wide berth around the part of Jasumin Lake It was discovered at previously, Anon made a steady trek south. Through Haza Savanna, where a group of traveling merchants found a spot of trouble with local beasts. With It's skill sets, there was not much assistance to be provided, yet It did what it could. Having spent so long alone, one did pick up survival skills. However, Anon was quite accustomed to a posh life, so this was not It's forte.

Over the Tori Mountains, through the drenched, lightning streaked plains of Railoch, the fae knew It had no set direction. The entire journey took months. By the time Iria's sandstone wall towered above, Anon was very ready for some pampered attention. As always, the streets were clean, the gondolas lazily glided through canals. Sounds of merchants, citizens and travelers drowned out the trickling water, the breeze through their hair, and muffled singing birds. Night was soon to approach, and Anon knew where to go.

It's feet did not betray her, sure and straight, boots clicked on the stones. Left, right, left, left, and one would find one of the best brothels south of the Haza. Upon entrance, one of the girls at front wrinkled her nose at Anon's appearance. Travel-weary, It merely smiled warmly. "Tell Madam Leabeth that Anon Y. Mous has arrived." Respectfully, It remained by the door, waiting for the young blonde elf to do as commanded. This particular place was equipped with several commodities. They had a small kitchen staff, primarily for their entertainers, a small selection of alcohol, a spa area, and baths.

When the woman returned, she bowed to It. "Lady Leabeth bids you welcome, and inquires to the length of your visit. What do you require, mi'lady?" "Bath, meal, undetermined. Tell Madam she will benefit my services during my stay." A slight bow of the head, Anon was led to the baths. Two women helped It clean up, washing weeks of grime from every crevice. The meal consisted of fruits, cheese and bread. Every visit astounded It, as Leabeth was meticulous with the details of Anon's desires. Freshly scoured, supplied fresh clothing, the fae wandered to the lounging area, waiting with the other entertainers not busy with customers.

As the girls gossiped, primarily about the new arrival, Anon could not help but smile to herself. Vibrant hazel eyes set above high cheeks, and perfect lips, a pretty enough face framed by short strawberry tinted brown locks tousled in a slightly messy fashion. She wore a short black skirt, lace corset, and an untied black silk robe, shamelessly exposing every curve. Names danced around her head, Anon trying to find one to match this form.

Xerxez found him self in Iria tonight much to his distaste. Although, he stood out in Iria, hunting in Kuryano had become… crowded. The mansion boomed with activity, and the streets were full of drained corpses. He didn't feel comfortable any more hunting in the city. His hunts strayed further and further out. It wasn't all bad, with freedom, meant freedom to be abused. A dark grin spread across his face. Night was quickly approaching, he figured at his peak performance, he could probably drain four or five unsuspecting guests, and bring home about seven to the mansion. 

The trickle of the canals were drowned out by his heavy foot steps as he headed for a particular service. Prostitutes were a very welcome source of food for him. To Xerxez, hunting is more than just feeding. It's about pleasure, pain, passion and sweat. It was a sick and macrabe game for him. And how much he loved to play. His eyes narrowed as he closed in on a brothel not to far from him. Lady Leabeth a decently sized shop, secluded enough, for what he intended. He favored prositutes, the game was much more amusing for him. 

Before entering the very ornate door, he straightened his black tunic, and dusted off his torn black leather pants. His velvet crimson eyed were quickly clouded a muddy brown, as he slicked his beard. He opened the door and a very cutesy blond eyed him up and down. "Let's cut the games. Do I pay you or do I pay the lucky lady?" He bluntly asked. The lady was unamused and answered him in a monotone manner with a sight. "The women have their own rates. To your right, sir. We hope sincerely hope you enjoy." He grunted as he parted the beaded curtains towards the right and flashed a charming smile. Scantily clad women swarmed him. 

A blonde cooed at him, as she rubbed his chest. Many got up from where they were sitting and walked around him, whistling as they made their rounds. He layed a layer of charm to his voice as he spoke. "Please, ladies ladies. You're gonna spook me." He said, as he played the with the blonde's hair. He asked with a charming voice. "Who is your newest, it's time to induct her, don't you ladies think?" He was met with a mix of feigned disappointed sighs and excited giggles. The newest was a smart choice. She'd be missed less and cause less suspicion. The ladies cleared a path as he saw the slight pink burnett woman, dressed excately as he liked. He dropped the polite act as he called out to the blonde behind the beaded curtain. "I'm taking the blonde and the new girl!" He called out. He was lead to a series of rooms in the back as he opened the door with a slight thud. 

Miranda, Judith, Margaret. Too plain, the names would not suffice. New names were mulling over when a gentleman entered the room. While the girls immediately went gawk at him, Anon chose to stay at the back, fortifying her mind against the possibility of magics against her. Let the girls believe she was new, inexperienced, and the men think she was susceptible. Demurely, her face was downcast, stealing glances of the fresh meat from under long lashes. While his clothing left a lot to be desired, they hinted at the sculpted body hidden beneath. Brown eyes, dark hair, chiseled features, the man was down right attractive, though no where near dear, sweet angelic Najima.

The man's voice sliced through the air, deep and rough, tinged with magic. This was exactly what she was guarding herself against. While the magic was designed to make the voice desirable, he truly sounded rude. She had the distinct impression that this was a man who was accustomed to obtaining exactly what he desired, and was quite blunt about it. A name finally came to her as the girls revealed her as the newest prostitute. Emelia. Sweet, innocent, soft on the ears, yet had the slight flare that she liked. His choice was made. With a slight bow, the human appearing fae led the stranger to the back. Several rooms were available for use, many of which had sex riddled memories for her.

All the while, the sidelong glances from the blonde each bore holes straight through Emelia. There was worry that the new girl would not perform well, that she would ruin the experience for the customer. Little did any of them know that she has been doing this far longer than any of them had been breathing. Once inside the room, the blonde, who could not keep her hands off of the customer, was already pressing herself against him, locking their lips together in a slow build. The door was closed behind them, an inconspicuous mark made just above the handle. After a brief glow, the rune faded and was hidden from view.

Emelia glided over to the pair, planting gentle kisses on the woman's neck from behind. Hands slid over her shoulders, down her arms, up her stomach. Hazel orbs rested upon the man's face, full of very readable expressions. They promised experience, a kinky time far beyond what anyone else there could. "Direct us, your wish is our command. Tell us how to please you." From the smell of the blonde, it was clear that she had bathed to wash the stink of her previous lay off of her, yet it was still there. It would be more desirable to kick her out of the room and allow Emelia to have him all to herself. However, this situation held great promise as the fae gripped the blonde's breasts, causing a hum to vibrate against the man's lips.

Xerxez met the blonde's lips with his own as his hands reached for her leather corset and tore it from the blonde's chest. He could feel the blonde tense up, miffed about the corset being torn, but it's not like she would be needing it anymore. Pleasure was the name of the game, so she merely giggled as she kissed at his biceps. He leaned in to glide his lips over her neck, smelling the sweat from her previous customer. From this close, he could feel the blood coursing through her veins and his canines slowly began to emerge. With a forceful push, he shoved the blonde off of him and made his way to the burnett. A hand snaked around to the back of her neck. He hungrily kissed at her, taking a fistful of hair and yanking her head back. He walked into her, shoving her against the wall as he undressed her. He smiled darkly, the thud was muffled which meant there was an enchantment to drown out the noises inside the room from the outside. When Xerxez was tired of the game, he could feed with out worry the screams would be heard.

He took off the black shirt, revealing his ripped body beneath. Various tattos ran up and down his torso in maroon and black ink. The blond came up behind him, rubbing her hands along his scars and muscles. He turned around and picked the blonde, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He buried his head in soft skin as he threw her on the bed. The brunette followed, kissing at his back as he climbed onto the bed and fell onto her, kissing at her exposed chest. A pang of guilt struck him, as he thought about Serafina, his mate. All of this was combining hunting and pleasure, but it was easy to let pleasure overcome him and make a mistake he would regret. The blonde would have to go first, and soon, before he gives into his desires. He spoke between kissing the blonde. "You kissing my back. What is your name, sweet heart?" He asked, charmingly, as he tugged at the blonde's leggings.

The blonde was pushed, strong hand weaving itself in her hair as hungry lips ravaged her own. She met the hunger with the same ferocity, hands trailing muscles and jaw. Emelia did not mind her hair being yanked, instead gave her an idea of the man and his needs. Every bit of information he fed her in these first few minutes only fueled her ability to better service him through the rest of the session. Silk caressed her skin as it fell, walking backwards yet without fear. Top was ripped as savagely as the corset, skirt slid off easily, and suddenly, a wall was sturdy behind her, ceasing their path.

Assisting him where she could, her dark eyes took in all of the tattoos, muscles, and scars. As his attention turned to the blonde, she followed them, kissing at each scar. The blonde seemed eager to remove the leggings, already longing to feel his lips and skin touch every part of her body without a barrier. 'Amateur,' she thought as she kissed at a shoulder blade, an arm wrapping around to caress wantingly at his chest. "Emelia. And you are Handsome."

Doing her job, a hand slid down to press against his skin under his pants. She pulled and pushed her hand over all areas, spending special time at the buldge. He smelled different, cold and warm, and predatoristic. Emelia decided to be vigilant, no matter how deep they go down this road of lust together. How often have prostitutes ended up dead after encountering a hunter of the night? Vampires specifically, yet Lycanthropes were often on the list as well. At this time, she began tugging at the waist of his pants, attempting to reveal every aspect of him.

Xerxez burried his face in the blonde's neck as his trousers were pulled off. He could feel he was slipping and soon he would lose control and give in to his desires. He was now acting out of lust and pleasure, forgetting this was a hunt. He would need go feed now. He smiled darkly, lifting his self from the blonde and turning towards Emilla. He let loose a growl, as he crawled toward her, kissing at her exposed stomach. He picked up her by the waist, hoistering her up with an arm. He walked her to a chair, sliding a pair of handcuffs off a bedside table. He sat her down, meeting her lips as he tightly secured her wrist to an arm of the chair. "Stay right there, sweet heart. This won't take long." He said, with a growl and a dark grin. He walked up to the blonde, slowly, as she laid in the bed. 

He took his time crawling up onto the bed and onto her. He ran a hand through her hair, exposing the skin on her neck. His hand moved to caress her cheek as he moved in to kiss at her neck. Between the kisses he could feel the blood flow through her veins. His lips grazed over the blonde's neck as his hand inched closer to cover her mouth. The switch was instantaneous. A switch somewhere with in Xerxez flipped and he no longer operated under pleasure. His instincts took a hold of him as his hand covered her mouth. His canines sank into her neck as she tried to sit up. Xerxez would've laughed, but the blood trickled into his mouth, the taste sending him into a frenzy. His eyes rolled back into his head as he sank his fangs in deeper. The woman shrieked, muffled though. He could feel her heart beat grow slower and slower, until the heart pumped one last time as the body relaxed and grew limp.

He exhaled pleasantly as he stood from the bed. His eyes no longer were dull orange but burned a crimison red. Blood spilt from the corners of his mouth as he smiled hungrily at her. He made his way to her slowly, softly cooeing at her. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" He whispered. "It's only a sting. It won't be long." He promised. His eyes were open and honest as he continued to shhhhh her. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he walked behind her. He moved some stray hair away, placing a single kiss on her neck before piercing the flesh. Instinctively, his eyes rolled with pleasure… but something was off. Something was wrong. The copper taste was still prevalent but it felt like no other blood he had tasted. He pulled away slowly, making his way back around and knelt down infront her, locking eyes with her. "I've drained hundreds. Humans, weres, elves, even orcs." He said, caressing her leg. "The thing about blood is. It gives me a buzz. All of it. Except yours… though. Your not a common run of the mill prositute. What exactly are you?"

Exhilaration flooded through her as he growled and advanced to her, littering her stomach with lustful brushes of lips. As she was picked up, she did not miss the swiping of the handcuffs, her imagination running away with her. Was he into a form of bondage? Cuff her hands behind her back, force her on her knees and take her from behind, face pressed against the floor? An eyebrow arched when she was merely cuffed to the chair, and his attention turned toward the blond in single play.

She watched the chemistry between the two, biting her lip in anticipation. Yet, everything seemed to change from a scene of passion to monstrous horror.  Their client spent far too much attention at her neck, and shrieks of terror could be heard from her now as fear welled up. Mortified, Emelia began fighting against the cuffs in futile desperation. Pushing and pulling, she clawed at her own hand. She was sure she could hear the sounds of gulping from the pair. Once he finished with the blond, surely he would come after her next, which was his reason for binding her. This way, she couldn't run screaming.

He didn't hire prostitutes for pleasure, they were the main course! All too soon, the woman became limp in his arms discarded without a second thought. The vampiric creature made his advance upon her, and despite his promises and soothing sounds, the fae attempted to cringe into the chair as far as she could. There was nothing she could do, and Emelia was sure that any attempts to push him off would not be helpful in the least.

A simple kiss preluded the sharp fangs penetrating deep into her skin. She was completely prepared for the draining pain of death, afraid of it at the same time. Yet, he pulled off almost as soon as he latched on. Matching confused eyes locked onto his own. To have him kneel before her, both nude, yet she was now a meal versus lovers as they were previously. He demanded information, and she was unsure how much she wanted to give him.

Of course she was different! Not many met her kind and lived to tell the tale, she herself was the exception to the rule. "I've been prostituting for longer than you've been… On second thought, you're a vampiric creature. That's probably not even accurate…" Dejectedly, she tore her gaze from those crimson eyes, unable to look into them anymore. "I prefer the term Changeling, from a race that most people die shortly after meeting. You're looking at the only one to ever leave, and the patriarch is not pleased with this."

What she didn't know is that he was very close on their tail.

Xerxez exhaled, bringing a bloody hand to rub the side of his temples. This was a problem. He walked to the bed, pulling up his trousers, making his way to… the changling. He bent down at the knees, his hand slowly caressing her smooth leg up and down. He met her eyes with his own burning crimson. She cowered into the chair she was cuffed in. Her back pressed into the chair as far as she could. A sadistic chuckle escaped from his parted lips followed by an exasperated sigh. "I am not scared of any… Patriarch. Look at me. Look at what I can do. Do you think I act on fears and worries?" He asked, rhetorically. His voice was soft, yet rough. He got up, pushing his self off of her leg. He straddled her legs, resting his hands on her shoulders, his hands parting hair to reveal exposed neck. 

"No. However, let me tell you what is in mind." He whispered in her ear, with a hint of lust in his voice. He grazed his canines across her ear and spoke directly into her ear. "I am wondering if I should kill you or not." He whispered. He pulled back, getting off Emilla and walking around to her back. His fingers trailed across her arm as he circled around her. He stopped behind her, laying a hand on the chair and brought his mouth to her hear. "Our friend." He said, taking her head and jerking her neck to the deceased blonde on the bed. "Poses a problem, darling. If I let you live, people are going to ask questions. Questions, that shouldn't have anwsers. Do you understand?" He asked, he moved some stray hair from her neck and gently kissed her neck above his bite marks.

"Your blood doesn't suffice. You are no good to me as food. I would just kill you. But… maybe we can work something out." He said, an edge to his voice. He circled around her again. Sitting infront of her as he was previously, taking her hand and kissing her wrist. "You can change bodies and forms? I assume with the name Changling. Perhaps… you are to… precious to kill." He said, moving his kisses up her arm until he stopped at her shoulder. Threatening her by grazing his teeth in circles. He continued tracing his teeth up her smooth skin, across her collor bone, up her neck, until he met her lips. He bit down on her lower lip, applying pressure, careful to not draw her sobering blood. "If you were to convince me to let you live and assure me that the events that happened tonight, never transpired… I'd be willing to let you walk away from this." He said with a macrabe smile, blood stained teeth shining. 

Slow, lazy thoughts, conceited thoughts, ran through her head. Emelia did not insinuate he should fear the patriarch. In fact, mostly her own kind did should they piss him off. The only one who feared Oberon was herself. He was the one being she could not even lift a finger to defend herself from. If she wasn’t tied to this chair, she’d probably have done something… Like run.

With him straddling her, neck exposed, he seductively leaned forward. Hot breath lingered on her ear as he whispered, voice sending a shudder down her spine… An exciting shudder. While fear and adrenaline ran rampant through her system, Emelia was still very aroused by him. She could not help the smile that spread across her face, even with him threatening to end her life.

Her skin tingled where he caressed, his hot breath back on her ear as he spoke again. The fae didn’t even resist when he turned her head to look at the body. This, coupled with his train of thought, was a very grounding experience as her odd bubble of emotion popped. She frowned, not wanting to think about that slut any longer than she had to. If this was to be her last moments, let her think of how good he could have been in bed!

By the time the murderer came back in front of her, she was defiantly glaring at him, which melted when he kissed her wrist. Lust was beginning to rise again with his teasing kisses and teeth grazing. Deciding to show him exactly what she could do, but did not quite want to turn him off completely, Emelia smiled seductively at him. With a shake of her head, her hair lengthened, curled, and turned blonde. Even her hazel eyes were now steel grey and dark eyeliner shaping them nicely, her face changed completely yet still fairly attractive.

Without even knowing anything about the man before her, she did not know that the likeness she shifted into was something very similar to someone very close to him. ”What events, Handsome?” Before anything else could be said, there were some light scratches at the door. Color drained from her face, stark fear clear as day filled her as the all too familiar voice filtered through the door.

”Come out, come out, come out and play. Can’t hide from me forever.” Ignoring the murderer above her, Emelia cringed, trying to meld into the chair even worse than before. ”No, no, no, no.” she whispered. Looking at the vampiric creature before her, the changling pleaded. ”Let me go. Get me out of here! Anywhere away from him!” There was no doubt that this was the patriarch she feared.

With a shake of her head, Emila's hair grew in front of his eyes. The strawberry faded in color, glowing bright, fully blonde with streaks of brown. Her eyes eyes flashed in color. A dark smile spread across his lips, running the back of his hand gently across her cheek. Sharp canines exposed from his smile, he moved in towards her. The room was payed for, might as well use it, he thought. But scratches at the door interrupted him. His head shot towards to the disturbance, a guttural growl escaping his thoat. He could feel Emila tense up beside him. She cowered into the chair even further, her eyes wild with fear. Xerxez watched her with curioisty.

Was she perhaps more fearful of the man than Xerxez? His eyebrows furrowed as she began yelling, and flailing in the chair, any attempt at escaping from the threat outside. A hand raised in the air, striking down on Emila's new face. The sound of the collision echoed through out the room. "Still your self for a moment." He met her eyes, dropping the seduction act. His mannerisms now grew rough and impatient. "You fear this man more than me?" Her reaction said it all. The man outside had control over her. This is the patriarch she spoke of. Emila was terrified of the man outside. More than she ever will be of Xerxez will the man was still alive. He grinned, a drop of blood dropping from his teeth. His tounge lapped it up, as he moved in towards Emila. Teeth grazed her neck as hands moved to Emila's handcuffs. A quick snap was heard and the cuffs were separated at the chain. His hand moved to the cuff around her wrist, guiding it to a knife that rested in the pockets of his trousers. "Take it." He harshly whispered.

"Three things happen tonight. One. The life of Emila is quickly snuffed out. She simply will be remembered as a horror story for prositutes to be wary of their customers. Two. That man breaks the door down and takes you. I will leave the rest to your imagination." He hand moved to her hand holding the knife. He tightened his grip around her hands, forcing her to hold the weapon firmly. "Or three. You fight back." His tone changed. It was soft, almost comforting. "I will help you in this. I'll open the door, and immobileize him." He moved in, speaking through his teeth. "Look into his eyes, and plunge the steel into his chest." 

Her eyes were wild with fear. He lowered his lips onto hers, planting a kiss diffrent than the others. Instead of a lustful hunger, it was a passionate reassurance. When he retreated, an open palm caressed where he had slapped her. Wordlessly, he moved to the door and unlocked it. He pressed his back to the wall. When the door opened, the door would conceal him. When the chance presented it's self, he would lunge towards the man. After a series of scratches at the door, a small squeak interuppted the silence as the man walked into the room. Xerxez launched forward, grabbing the man's wrists from behind. A meaty kick at the back of the man's knees forced him onto the ground where Xerxez's arms quickly wrapped around the mans neck, applying pressure. "Watch the life leave his eyes, and you leave tonight with your life." He urgered.