(WARNING YALL, WARNING! YOU'RE GONNA SEE SOME SHIT IF YOU CONTINUE TO READ! YOU'RE GONNA SEE ME IN MY... SLIGHTLY MORE THAN NORMAL DESCRIPTIVENESS! AN SERIOUSLY! IT'S MARKED MATURE! YOU'RE GONNA GET A GLIMPSE OF WHY!

Though I don't go as far as I really can go... YET.

Credits of the song to Enrique!

And with that...)

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VERONA

"You got a reservation?- Hey, where do you- URF!" A male yelps as I calmly grab teh Club Bouncer by the jacket. I look him calmly in the eyes and growl, holding up my fist.

"Would you like to see my reservation first hand?" I state calmly, and the Bouncer shakes his head vigorously.

"G-Go right on in, s-sir! P-Please, enjoy your stay!" He says quickly, freaked out by my strange, reptilian purple eyes. I purr, smirking calmly and drops the man on his feet, walking inside the Club. This was going to be quite a good night.

The music was quite overwhelming, something with some beat and some lyrics that I couldn't quite make out entirely. I am pretty sure that the song was something very dirty, if I had any understanding of its meaning. I roll my eyes a bit, smirking.

Humans and their oddly sexual music choices.

"Hey, hun, you want anything to drink?" I hear and look over my shoulder at the server, who was dressed in clothing that I would wager to be borderline nudity. How was that even legal?

"Yeah... Yeah, get me a White Russian. And keep them coming." I say calmly, and the woman nods with a slight smirk.

"Alrighty~ Are you really as Russian as your uniform says?"

"Get the drinks and you might find out~" I purr softly, and the woman blushes and rushes off to get the drinks. Once she was out of earshot, I sigh. "Fuck me..." I groan, closing my eyes and focusing on the beat of the music. I hated the hunger in me. I couldn't control it. It controlled me. That's why there was always a trail of bodies where ever I went.

The Hunger.

It always won. And yet, when it came time to feed, to stave off the lust for blood, I lost the will. I ran. And so it grew. It evolved. And it became me. I feared myself now, and also feared for the girl I remembered so well... What if the Hunger targeted Her?

I sigh and kick my feet up on the table, watching the girls dancing on the main stages, knowing I could easily entrance them and feed. But I felt I should wait. There was one that was hidden... And I could see her...

A girl was faintly peeking from behind some curtains, her barely visible, dark brown eyes wide in fright. And when she scans the crowd, I look directly at her, knowing that was the one. The Dragon Within calmly growls, the sound reverberating through the Strip Club, but one one pair of ears hears his call, immediately falling victim to his power.

My power...

I get up as the server comes back. "Here's your drinks." She says cheerfully and I smirk, before taking the drinks and purr.

"Sleep, darlin'. You look tired~" I say gently, and the woman blinks twice. She hits the floor the third time she blinks, out cold. "Does that answer you're question?... Hmm... No comment?~" I chuckle, and walk away from her. I down both drinks and smirk a bit. By the time that I get to backstage, He was in control. And, as always...

I wish that I could forget what he does...

THIRD PERSON (You have been warned)

Verona's eyes were a dark, almost cruel purple, glowing slightly as he makes his way into the back, and sees the girl who had been hiding. She hadn't noticed him just yet, or she was waiting for him, but she didn't have to wait longer. The Dark Dragon Within growls lowly, eyes locked on the female, and she looks back at him, eyes hazed and slightly unfocused.

"Hey, sexy~ You seem a bit lonely back here, you want any company?~" Darkzov, Verona's Inner Dragon, purrs soothingly while moving towards her and she smiles a bit sleepily.

"I would love your company, hun..." She murmurs, before finding herself being pinned up against the wall, Verona's fierce eyes locked with hers. She couldn't escape his eyes, couldn't escape his control over her, and fell victim to his powers fully, groaning slightly as he pressed his lips against hers a bit forcefully, purring lowly.

"I love it when my dinner is all noisy~" The Dragon whispers against her lips, the woman barely able to realize what he was saying, too far under his control to rebel. He moved his lips hungrily against the young female's, and a low noise escaped her as he trailed his fingers over her sides, her eyes closing tightly.

"I am all yours, master..."

"Oh, yes you are~" The young Drake purrs, moving from her lips down her jaw slowly, the girls moaning gently and tilting her head, breaths coming out in a faint pant. The young female gripped his shirt and shuddered, her eyes closed when his hands softly trailed up onto her back. She arches her body to press up against his, moaning quietly louder at his lips trail across her skin from her jaw down to her neck, panting a bit harder as her heart starts racing faster.

Darkzov kissed along her throat, and he softly kisses her skin a bit harder, his dragon-like fangs softly brushing against her skin as he did. A loud gasp-like moan tells him that he was doing and then moves his attention down to her collarbone, keeping it soft, and very gently sucking as he kissed there. He stayed slow and steady, knowing that he had her all under his control. He could barely hold himself back from feeding on the female, and he gives a low, longing growl.

He gently drew her a little tighter against his body, but it was not noticeable. 'Feed... I must... Feed...' He thinks to himself, feeling the Hunger in him burn through his body, and his fangs grew out more. He was soon lost to anything and everything going on, trapped in the whims of the ravaging lust to indulge himself. He very softly trails from her collarbone, oh so painfully slowly, to her ear, and very softly speaks, voice laced with desire, and barely above a whisper, entrancingly smooth.

"I'm sorry, beautiful~ But I'm just too hungry~" He whispers and the girl shivers, before he shifts swiftly to a Demi-Dragon form, wings wrapping around them and talons digging into her skin slightly, Darkzov biting down hard on her neck, eyes a dark scarlet and a hand over the girls mouth as he drains her life from her body. The woman kicks and withers, trying without success to break from his iron hold, eyes wide in fright, before they haze over and slowly lose focus. Darkzov purrs softly as she falls still finally and unlatches from her neck, licking at the stray blood that makes its way out of the wound, before he calmly looks around him, and blockades the door. No one would interrupt him from his meal, the broken Dragon feeling a slight pang of regret as he gently tilted the females head to the side, before calmly using a talon to tear her shirt open, and truly lets go to the agonizing Hunger within.

He didn't notice the small security camera in the corner, red light blinking as it recorded the young dragon tearing into the deceased females body. And worse, he didn't realize that it had recorded him before he became the Monster. By the time that Security had busted the door down, the Dragon and his victim had vanished, merely a few bones and blood stains the only signs of what had happened.