A Cheetah's way of Business [Tag: Stella]

[Toni Dea]

May, 26 7:00 A.M.

Toni wanted to sleep in so much, she was craving it, but as she curled up deeper under her blankets, pale eyes closed, a peaceful look on her sharp features. Every so often she'd stretch out to her full length, arching her spine and moving her limps in a motion as though she were running on all fours. In her dreams a beautiful wild cat ran through open ground, it's spotted pelt clashing against the lush green grass. The she-cat stretched her lean legs out, making her move faster as she darted around. She slid to a stop and rolled onto her back, rolling around lazily, kicking those strong hind legs into the air.

Something hit her in her side, making the were's eyes snap open. She moved quickly, running her shoulder into the wall, arching her back and spitting. Toni blinked when someone started laughing and narrowed her eyes after a moment, unbending her spine and taking a more human pose of sitting down. She found herself glaring at the blonde man that always seemed to love being a tick on her shoulder. "Why in the hell are you in my house and waking me up?" she hissed angrily.

Joshua shrugged, "Oh, I just figured you'd like to know that dear Rose got into some trouble last night." he yawned. "She showed up at my place around three, nice little scuffle she got into, but I'd hate to see how the other person looks." Toni knew that he didn't tell her of her sister's fight because of the fight, it was because of why she was in the fight. Rose was the level-headed one, she never got into a fight, if she did something was wrong.

She let out a sigh and fell back, tossing the blanket over her head as she did so. "My sister is twenty-seven, she can deal with her own problems. Toni told him. She already knew she'd go talk to her kin later tonight, perhaps once she got back home. She planned on going to Rumors to meet Stella Keegan, she had heard of the woman who was possibly next in line to be leader. We have something in common, Toni thought dryly. It surprised her when the sound of opening and closing of the door reached her ears and she was alone, usually Josh was stubborn about this.

She sighed and closed her eyes, falling once again into blissful sleep.

****

10 P.M.

Toni was very much dressed now. She wore her favorite pair of faded jeans that looked perfect on her and a plain white tee. She was straddling her bike as she found a spot to park, once again not wearing a helmet, she never found a use for it anyways. Because of her heightened senses and reflexes she had yet to wreck. Her copper locks fell messily at her shoulders as she walked into the club, pale eyes glanced around, finding it a much different place than After Dark, but of course it would be.

Toni didn't know much about Stella, her Clan didn't worry about the motives of the Protettori. Why would they? It was different from the spats they had with Le Morte, full of vampires, a race which most weres of the sorts didn't like, excluding Toni. So tonight would definately be something new, she mused, going to take a seat at the bar. Her long fingers tapped a beat against the wood while she waited.

[Stella Keegan]

Stella hadn’t been bothered in nearly an hour. Armani had decided to take over the club for the past hour or so, leaving the blonde to sit in complete silence in the solitude of her office, with nothing to worry about but a small stack of papers that simply needed her signature. She had told Armani to tell the girls that she wasn’t to be bothered, emergencies the only exception to that matter. However much she loved Rumors, she certainly needed the peace that her office brought her. Even if she could still hear the pounding of the bass, and the crowds loud speaking, there was a sense of peace that she didn’t normally achieve when she was at work. Or anywhere for that matter. Stella sighed, then reached out to grab the small glass of vodka sitting on her desk. The burning liquid left her throat aching for the one thing that gave her any sustenance; blood. She hadn’t drunk straight from a human in nearly two weeks, instead sticking to the bags she got from the hospital. The blood was cold, and could hardly compare to the warmth of fresh blood. In Stella’s eyes, that was the best part, feeling that the warmth of the blood was partially the warmth of a person’s soul. She was hardly a killer, but that thought always brought her a strange sense of satisfaction. She was drinking a part of someone’s soul. She shook her head, instead focusing on her paperwork. There wasn’t much tonight, since she had gotten herself caught up from the last time she had left it to Armani. Since that vacation, she hadn’t trusted him to do paperwork again. He was good at everything else, except for that. And the two of them had come to terms with that fact.

She began to immerse herself in the work, closing out the rest of the club. It was simple, all things considered. She jumped when there was a knock at the door. Her brow furrowed, and she was out of her chair, walking briskly to the door, her heels clicking. She yanked the door open to find Armani staring mutely at her. The look in his eyes told her that someone was here, and she would want to see them. Hardly an emergency, but she figured that he wouldn’t have gotten her if he didn’t feel that her meeting this person would be important. She shot him a quick glare, before her face softened, and her lips turned into a pout. “You always ruin my peace, you know that?” She said, turning away. She saw him shrug from out of the corner of her eye, but follow her into the office. He shut the door behind her, giving them a little bit more privacy before they would have to return to the world of Rumors, and whoever important person needed Stella’s attention. She grabbed her lipstick, smoothing a small layer of the ruby red stain on her full lips. She turned back to Armani, a smile back on her face. She walked over to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then headed towards to door. “Come, love, lets meet this visitor.”

She walked out of her office, clicking the door shut behind her, locking it. She strode down the walkway, her poise exuding the confidence that everyone knew she possessed. The music slowly grew louder, and she found herself in the main area of her club. The throngs of people were dancing, their sweating bodies writhing against each other to the beat of whatever club mix the DJ was playing. “At the bar.” Armani whispered in her ear, one of the few times she had ever actually heard him speak. Stella looked up at the bar, and knew exactly who he was talking about. The woman looked bored, and she knew that the was something inhuman about her. Any normal human would have been dancing. As she slowly approached the woman, Stella caught her scent. Were. Werecheetah, to be exact, something she had only smelled once before. The tantalizing smell of her blood made Stella walk towards her faster, and she knew she had to control herself. Her sudden lust for blood, though, would certainly make that difficult. She leaned against the bar next to the cheetah, and smiled sweetly at her. “I’m Stella, the owner of Rumors. What brings you here this evening?” She said, opting for the more polite approach. She didn’t know who this woman is, and could only imagine being anything but cautious in their first few minutes of conversation.

[bilalansari]

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