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When; 04.24 (Tues.), night
Rating; T/PG(-13?)
Characters; Diva (

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Summary; Diva arrives in the city. Solomon finds her....lying in the middle of the fountain. And then proceeds to tell her the what's what with Saya.
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It was wet. Why it was wet didn't make much sense to Diva--she couldn't remember Nathan giving her a bath--but wet it what it was, and her dress was soaked, her hair dark and slickly clinging to her head. A lesser person would have shivered, but Diva seemed altogether removed from anything like body temperature as she lifted her head and blearily took in her surroundings.

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It'd been another long night at the hospital. Another emergency had rushed in, blood spilling from her chest from a vicious attack in one of the more dangerous parts of town. It had taken a lot to control the bleeding, and even now he could still catch the subtle scent of blood clinging to his body, even though his scrubs had been abandoned before he left.

He walked through the darkened streets, taking a shortcut through the center of town. His thoughts were solely on returning home, this new temporary home where Saya awaited him. The vision of her face drowned out all else, the sounds of the fountain off to his left, and even more importantly, the darkened form immersed in the waters depths.

Blood was, of course, a familiar smell, and one to which Diva was particularly attuned. The blood of a chevalier, especially--and one of hers in particular--was as commonplace as her own skin. So when Solomon approached the square, Diva stirred, limbs sloshing water over her back. Her stomach tightened and her throat burned--but not to worry, she could feed soon, as soon as Solomon fetched her.

The sounds of movement tugged at his awareness, stirring him out of his memory of Saya. His pace slowed, and he scanned the surroundings for a sign that something was wrong.

Water. That was the sound.

Eyes narrowing on the center square, he could see movement coming from in the fountain. The wet shape of a head peering out from it's depths, pale skin peering out from long tendrils of blackened hair.

He froze.

Diva's expression brightened--she'd been right! Well, of course she had been, but it was so nice to see her white knight Solomon~. He was always there when she needed him. Of course, chevaliers had something of a sixth sense where their queens were concerned. Slipping on the slick fountain bottom, she pushed herself upright and smiled dreamily. Lifting one arm, she held her hand out to him daintily. Despite its innocent tone, there was a come hither-like command in her voice as she said his name. "Solomon..."

Edited 2009-03-26 02:24 (UTC)

His breath caught unpleasantly in his throat, chest uncomfortably tight. Of all the people to show up...

Saya. His paradise was lost now for certain. Her thoughts would be all for her sister, all consumed with her vendetta to kill Diva. He'd be forgotten...

She looked so much like when he first met her, although the dress that clung to her skin hid the perfection of her body. Even now, he felt the draw to touch her. She was his queen, the reason for his very existence. His body ached, willing obedience from his mind.

"... Diva..."

Her hand reached out, snaking around his wrist. She wasn't violent, but there was force in her grip; her hand was like a vice. She pulled him towards her, dragging him down to her level for easier access. Her fingers were like ice as she pushed aside his collar and rose up onto her knees, bending over his neck. His pulse thrummed below her lips as her teeth sank into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Hot blood welled up in her mouth, and she sucked it down greedily.

Too late he saw that familiar look in her glowing blue eyes and before he knew what was happening, he found himself on his knees, his upper body pulled forward to where she could press her mouth against his neck.

In the back of his mind he could hear the muted protest to this violation. Saya was the one he wanted, the one he'd devote himself utterly to... it should be Saya that he'd share something so intimate with.

But, it'd been so long since he'd shared such an experience. And he still held strong feelings for Diva. Diva his mother, his lover...

He trembled, eyes closing as his blood flowed into her body. Pleasure coursed through his being, and for the time being, he was able to feel a sense of completion.

Mouth parting, a small sound escaped his mouth. She was hungry, and having been so taken by surprise by her presence in the City, he was unable to resist the call of her need.

As usual, Diva showed little restraint--but she seemed hungrier than usual, too, and she took more than her share (if such a thing could even be said, when everything that is a chevalier belongs to his queen in every way). She felt him tremble beneath her and smiled. It had been a while since she'd fed from Solomon. Usually it was Nathan, always so near, or Amshel or James, always so willing. Each of her chevaliers tasted differently, but compared to the others Solomon was like a fine, dry white wine.

When at last she finished--and she was far more than sated--she disengaged her mouth with a little roughness and held him against her chest. She looked almost motherly but for the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and the feral glow in her blue eyes. No mother traced her fingers lightly across her son's forehead quite as possessively as Diva did over Solomon's.

The evening spun around his shaky frame, or was it simply the sudden loss of so much blood that made it impossible for him to focus on pulling himself upright. Diva had a problem with that, drinking without restraint something he'd dealt with many times over the decades. It had been his honor, his duty, and his joy to serve her in any way she wished...

"D-diva..." His hand found it's way to his neck, pressing on the wound in an attempt to prevent any more blood loss. He was already close to passing out from the strength of her hunger.

His thoughts fled immediately to Saya. It was bad enough that Diva had shown up in the City, but what if... what if the others had come across with her? Saya was in danger.

"Diva... what... what are you doing here? Where are the others? Brother Amshel, James, Nathan..."

Diva wiped the blood from her chin with her index finger and licked it off. "Aren't they...working?" she asked in return, tilting her head curiously. "For the future I want to make.

"Hey, Solomon..." She took another glance around at her surroundings, sharp eyes picking up on the shapes and shadows in the dark. From what she remembered (or at least what she'd paid attention to), it didn't look much like Paris...but then, she couldn't be too sure. "This is....where?"

Working? His brain was still reeling from the intoxifying effect of the feeding, body still tingling from the pleasure. It made it hard to concentrate.

All he could do was to numbly respond to her question, "We're in the center of the City, Diva..." Being held in her arms like this, he could smell the faint scent of blue roses.

He tried to pull out of her embrace, but with having just been fed upon, his strength was shot. Instead, he settled for shifting in her arms, his head turning in an attempt to look at her. His mouth brushed against the wet length of her hair with every word uttered.

"Diva. What are you doing here? Where are the others? Did Brother Amshel come here with you? Please, tell me. This is important."

Edited 2009-03-26 04:27 (UTC)

While it wasn't unusual for her chevaliers to talk stupidly after she fed on them, Solomon was usually better than, say, Nathan or Karl. So the way he babbled mystified her. While the five of them, her children, would often discuss things Diva didn't understand, when they spoke to her she knew what they were saying.

How it could be the center of the city she wasn't entirely sure. For one, Nathan had been very adamant about showing her the city, so she knew at least what Notre Dame looked like. And yet there was no building like that cathedral in sight.

Still, this was Solomon, her dear chevalier. If he said it was important, she would humor him. "I woke up here," she said in answer to his first question. To the other two she couldn't respond: she didn't know.

She watched him quizzically, and for the first time actually began to take in details. "Solomon,"she said lightly, "why is your suit black?"

Edited 2009-03-26 16:15 (UTC)

His brow furrowed, mind calculating what her words meant. If she'd just 'woken up' in the fountain, it was likely that he'd somehow stumbled upon her after she'd just arrived.

It would be the best outcome anyway as that would mean he didn't need to worry yet about the others being around to pose a threat to his beloved Saya.

She had to be warned...

Ever the cautious one, Solomon kept his tone light, soothing. He was as good as dead (at least for today) if he weren't careful.

"My suit?"

She was drenched, her contrasting white dress clinging to her body as if it were painted on. Frowning, he felt the familiar need to take care of her.

"Diva, you'll catch cold standing in the water like that. What am I going to do with you?"

He sighed, it was just too easy to slip into old patterns.

"I've chosen to not wear white anymore, Diva..." A subtle reminder of the full truth of the matter. White was what he had worn for her. A symbol of his loyalty.

"Don't you remember? We've had this discussion before."

Edited 2009-03-26 16:57 (UTC)

Diva tilted her head, water dripping down the sides of her face from her sopping hair. "A cold would have to catch me first, silly," she said in response to his worry.

But she couldn't remember any discussion like the one he mentioned. Solomon always wore white: it was what Solomon did. It was as natural as the sky being blue and the sun rising in the morning. "What's wrong?" She giggled. "Did you have to go to a funeral?"

He gave a small smile at her joke, humoring her as he always did.

"No, no funeral."

On the whole she was treating him fairly well considering that he'd betrayed her by wanting to go to her sister's side. That was what was so unsettling. Diva's personality was that of a child, a very dangerous, deadly child who could turn on you at a moments notice. If the whim struck her, her tantrums could rend you asunder before you could even take a breath or raise your hands to protect yourself. As if protecting one's self was even possible...

Something just felt a bit wrong with how friendly she was being, even if she could be whimsical in her moods. Still, it wasn't for him to question his good luck. He'd play out this game, pretending that everything was fine until he could figure out how to best use it to his advantage. To Saya's advantage...

"Diva, won't you come out of the fountain? I'd like to speak with you... for a moment."

At least he would be released from her grasp if she agreed.

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