He had fallen, his hands hitting the cold marble floor of his church. The pain was beyond excruciating. His teeth were gritted against the feeling...the shifting...of his body and bones. He had fallen on his side with a groan of pain. His head had hit the marble hard.

He had bled.

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Crunch, crunch. The sound of shoes on gravel. The path through the campus was dark except for the rare streetlamp sending a circle of hazy light downwards. He was feeling excellent. His stride was confident, his brown eyes were no longer brown, but had dissolved slightly in to a yellow-green. His beautiful lips were smiling in a way he had never smiled before.

He exuded an aphrodisiac, an aura of sex.

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There was no pain such as this, no pain such as this. It wasn’t just his body but his mind...His soul. His priest robes, which used to be clean and pressed, had been collecting the dust off the marble floors. Then it clicked. Everything fell in to place. He felt total peace again…But he felt hungry. He wanted something that his old self had been denying his entire life.

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The transformation had been a success. Dominic, the sweet-tempered and disciplined priest…Is now a soul stealer, a lust cheater…An incubus. And he had come to the campus, this night…To look for some creamy young thing to seduce.

It wouldn’t be hard. After all, he was born beautiful.

He stopped under a lamp post, his black robes shifting slightly in the breeze. His brown curly hair looked lustrous, and he had dried blood at the cut on his temple and on his crisp white priest collar. He sent out his senses. Time for fun.

The tree was warm, and formed to the arch of her back, even had two intersecting branches perfect for drink-holding. She's rolling a black pen through short fingers numbly, a strangely pleased expression in Virginia's eyes and even stranger notebook of sorts.

She's a steriotypical artist, unoriginally drawing inspiration from the night and a can of coke. That's why she's out, not because of a horny roommate or her drunk boyfriend. It's the reliefs of the muses she believes (or so she says) that are etched in the night sky.

People turn to look at her, but its not for the same reason they'd look at the priest (clothes aside). They turn because her face is hard and bony, over-drawn with the shadows of her eyes heightened. She's got long blond bangs that fall into her face, and clothing like someon forgot to tell her the 70's are over and sucked.

Dominic looks crazy, not that she- a well-trained creative person would be so crass. She'd just observe him in feiged bordom.

(Virginia = Throw-away charrie)

Dominic's smile became faintly more cocky as his acid eyes fell on the woman not far from him. For some reason he already knew how his incubus body worked, not that it was the same person inside, and he walked over to the girl gracefully and swiftly. He could never have achieved this cat-like precision in his usual human form. He stood infront of her for a moment, eventually sitting down cross-legged. His eyes roamed over the woman subtly, his head tilting to the side.

"Looking for something to do?" He asked, his voice had changed as well...It was deeper, more lustrous. Sugar for the ears. It was also heavy with suggestion, and he smiled in the same manner.

Virginia's an 18-year-old girl- reading into tone isn't a required skill, though wanting to please men and starving herself certainly gives her other assets in the body department.

The moonlight reflects her shining cap of hair, dyed hair, and the fake goldfish in her retro-uro trash high heels float at the heel. She's has this nice, hour-glassy body caught under a plain, unfortunate face-- The kind of girl boys would rather have out than actually take out, which apparently happens to her a lot.

"What kind of something?" Something like Someone? She offers a teasing smile, mustering the nerve to splay a hand on his knee before leaning forward.

Dominic's strange eyes watch the hand on his knee and he leans in to meet her. He watched her quietly, brown hair falling over his eyes in a manner it had never done before. Casually his hand runs from her ankle to her outer thigh. He places his forehead to hers and grits his teeth slightly. He utters some insubstantial dirty things before tilting his head in the direction of one of the full bushes behind the tree she was sitting under.

"I promise I'll get you back in time for classes..." He kisses her collarbone. "Come with me." It isn't a question.

(( Sorry took me so long! ))

There's an involuntary shudder as he kisses her, and an unprofessional blush at his crude words.

Stay in control.

Virginia turns her head to the side, lowers her eye lids, giving him a side-ways glance caught between disgust and amusement. "I'm not that easy, Mister." She crosses her arms over her best feature(s) and a paisley vest. "It takes more than a few pretty words (dirty things) and bushes to get me. Besides, we've got all night. (entertain the hours away, I'm bored.)"

Dominic stays quiet when these words meet his ears. He sighs softly. "Believe me, babe...I would love nothing more than to have you with me all night...But I don't have all night. I have to leave soon..." He was hungry, "Help me leave happy?" He tilted his head to the side somewhat, looking both beautiful and endearing. He didn't have time for this. Then, with his incubus body he began releasing the tell-tale scent that no one can actually smell but, well, excites them fully. He exhaled softly and watched the girl expectantly. The scent didn't always work...We shall see.

Her sight blurs for a second, and she nods, not trusting her voice to explain how very much she did want to make him happy. She turns unfocused eyes on him, opens her mouth, closes it and shakes her head. "What, going off to war?" No ones ever said that to her, but she's see the movies and heard the stories about girl's unlocking their privates to men in uniform. Her voice is low and full somehow as she lightly puts her finger on the tip of his nose. Trying to convince others, and therefor herself, that she wasn't that easy. Not yet.

Dominic nodded slowly. "You can say that..." He said, tilting his head slightly. "Listen, I know exactly how you feel...I wouldn't use you. I swear on Death." Probably the wrong thing to say. He smiled in a charming and innocent way. "I'm sorry about earlier...but you drive me crazy..." He gave a soft chuckle, finally finding himself slipping in to the role that she wanted him to be. This better be worth it, he thought to himself.

The shadow of a blush crept its way back on her cheeks as she lowered her head and put her hand atop the one on her thigh. His face was beautiful, almost transformed as the man she'd hoped for. Dom's "scent" was almost unbearable, tugging at the hems of her clothes and lips. Her notebook's fallen aside, open to nude sketches with puppy dogs on the same page. It's amazing what naivete she uses to create such grown-up things.

"Why?" She smiles. "Why do I drive you crazy? (Tell me how pretty I am, how wonderful I am to you, then you can have me.)"

He leans in to her neck, relishing the warm flesh and the pulse of life. Won't last long. "Because of the way you smell..." He speaks slowly, letting the words soak, "Your talent..." Hm, what else to say? Hunger was graiting on him like stone on stone and his impatience was waning his skill. For a moment he stayed quiet, still at her neck. His acid green eyes stared ahead for a moment, and he decided to tell the truth. "Your soul," Well, it wasn't a lie, now was it? He did love her soul. All of it. Wanted it.

Virginia sucks her breath and a mouthful of his scent in, vulnerable now. Her fingers dance feathery across his skin, his robes, then stop jaw bone to turn his head so she can look at him through her eye lashes. She licks her lips.

"My soul?" A strand of hair falls over the artless arching of her pale neck and the tender curve of her collar bone. "Promise I'll be back by morning classes?"

"I promise you everything," He said, smartly avoiding the question altogether. He kissed her cheek softly, gently, as if he were a nice person at the moment. Soft sincere smile. "You're wonderful..." Shower of compliments and unimportant things. He needs to feed now...This needs to happen. "Where do you want to go?" It was as if he was treating her to a free trip.

"Where ever you'll take me. (The bushes.)" There's the white picket fence, the kids, a little cat with the bell on it's collar and a discount wedding because they don't have to hire a priest. She wants so much for his eyes to be beautiful, so they are as she wraps her hands around his neck.

Sometimes the sap is choking.

He kisses her on the lips softly before giving her a smile as if she had just said 'I do'. The 'you've made me the happiest man on earth' attitude stuck as he stood up, his hands at her waist to help her stand as well. Wordlessly he began walking towards the bushes, his robes swishing. How very sinister this must have all looked from the eyes of someone gentle. He walked to the bushes, which wasn't exactly the most trying of journeys, and began kissing her neck.

She's unexpectedly hesitant going through the motions. Usually the act's simple-- Hand here and there, lips open, torque your hips slightly, and then due it all over again. She wants for everything to be alright. Believe in all the pacts, charm, pretty eyes and that frightening actions are just misunderstood . Denial so sweet on the tongue as it melts and seeps and perverts the skin in delicious lies.

Funny, all these promises from a man without a name.

"Sh" He hushes, for no reason. The hunger in him rises, and it's different from anything he's ever felt. Well, anything the real Dominic has ever felt. It was like an addiction...He needed a hit. His blood screamed for it. He stopped moving for a moment, simply allowing the hunger to tell him what to do next. Lie down, lie down.

Virginia lets out a breath to soothe the pounding in her chests, quiet. She sinks to the ground and pulls at his clothing, unfrightened at the screaming birds overhead. The sensations thus far aren't new, just *more* and with a promised happy ending. She feels more relaxed now that she's on safer ground.