Chapter Summary: More vampiryic melodrama, more wanton vampire abuse, more crazy chicks, a ball held by some creepy lady who was named after a Disney villain and Chloe puts a table top to good use. Mature content, adult situations.

A/N: I love you guys. Sorry it took me so long to update. ;.; Chapter 2 just for you! Header and chapter title from an Aiden song that I forgot the name to. AND REMEMBER! It's rated M for a reason (because PDA is LOTS more fun when it involves cute submissive boys). Hope ya like it. :)

A picture perfect decent and a quick and painless death

1

Let's Burn This Whole Place to the Ground

"I ain't fuckin' goin'," she said in a voice that brooked no arguments.

"You don't have a choice, mon chere," he said, gently trying to explain the circumstances, "If an invitation is extended to a child of the night, they must answer it and their sources must accompany them." He managed to catch the mug she threw at him, though he did get soaked with coffee in the process. He had taken to trying to catch the various things she hurled at him in her fits of absolute rage instead of just ducking. They had been getting into a lot of fights(read as: there MAY have been a SMALL blow out between Chloe and several vampire feldglings) recently and they were starting to run out of cups and plates.

"What. Tha. Fuck. Do. You. Mean?" she hissed, eyes blazing. It was times like this that Valentine was glad Chloe didn't own a gun. Getting shot wasn't enough to kill him, but he was pretty sure that the amount of lead Chloe would put into him would hurt plenty. "I made mahself pretty fuckin' clear, Val. I am NOT yer slave. I am NOT a fuckin' vampire's whore. I am yer Source, period."

He didn't bother to tell her that in his dark world a source and a slave equaled out to pretty much the same thing. "I know, my darling," he murmured, soothingly, "You are so much more than a source to me. You are my dearest heart. If I could I would not even bring up the subject of Maleficent's gathering, but I do not have that liberty. I did not mean to anger you so, dear one."

That melted her a little. She ran her fingers through her dark curls, letting out a whoof of air. "Yer a friggin' suck up sometimes, but I prolly shouldn't have blown mah top like that," she said finally, "I'm still a little overwhelmed by this whole vampire thing." With an absent wave of her hand, she flopped down into the beat up couch. Valentine sat on the arm of the couch, running his own pale fingers through her hair. She had washed it only an hour prior and it was soft and sleek in his hand. "I mean, I'ma freaking illustrator for freaking kids books!" continued Chloe, "Go fucking figure I'm gonna be apart of this crazy ass society on the side!"

"Indeed," murmured Valentine, with a soft laugh. He wanted to kiss her, but figured it would probably be a bad idea. Even if she had stopped throwing things at him, she was still pretty pissed off. He was glad he decided to find a nice crack whore to feed on before coming over. There was no need to feed, no chance of becoming tempted by that long, slender neck, no chance of being whipped and tossed off the balcony.

Again.

Chloe had, in a past life, been a female wrestler and still occasionally moonlighted as a dominatrix. Go fucking figure.

"So when is this shindig anyway?" asked Chloe, tipping her head back to unintentionally give him a better view of her neck.

"Next week, on the full moon," he answered, his eyes caressing the swanlike column. Fed or not, Chloe had a very sexy neck that would tempt the most staid vampire to dip their fangs into the tender flesh. That is, only if they didn't know the woman herself.

"I gotta put on the ritz for this shin dig, huh?" she asked, frowning a little.

"I'm afraid so," he said, a slight smile tugging his lips. As much as he hated these stupid gatherings, he had to admit that he was looking forward to seeing his lovely source "put on the ritz." If he played his cards right, he might even get to see her take off the ritz. Even if he was a creature of the darkness, Valentine was still a man. Not surprisingly, the thought of seducing Chloe out of her gown was an appealing thought. But Valentine was no fool.

Looking at him with narrowed green eyes, Chloe stood. Valentine only had time to blink as the slightly taller girl shoved him roughly onto the couch. He had no time to recover from his shock when Chloe pulled his lips to her, her slender hands buried in his red yellow hair, forcing his head back. He shivered as she straddled his slender waist and her lips wandered down to his neck.

"Ah, you treat me so cruelly, darling," he murmured when Chloe scraped her own teeth against the hollow of his throat. Her hand was still in his hair, forcing his head back again as she came up for another possessive kiss.

"Maybe," she purred in his ear, "But you're just so damn gorgeous, darlin'."

If anyone was going to be seducing anyone on that night, Chloe would be the one doing the seducing. And that appealed to him even more.

:3 The night of the shin dig!

There were times when Valentine was thankful for his vampire healing. Like half an hour ago, for instance, when he first set eyes on a "dolled up" Chloe. (And as far as he was concerned, a black eye made up plenty for ruining her second best garter belt.) All the same, he restrained himself when Chloe reappeared in a dark emerald cocktail dress and a black choker. Still, he couldn't resist running his index finger over the leather of the choker. A precautionary measure on her part to be sure and not an entirely fair one either, as it hide that enticing bit of flesh he had marked the night before.

"That's cheating," he murmured.

"Deal with it," she countered, not all that sympathetic. He wanted to, but knew better. They were already late because they had had to wait until Valentine was able to see straight again. Instead he offered her his arm.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she said, looking more annoyed than nervous.

"Maleficent sent a car for us," Valentine said, as they took the elevator down and stepped into the parking lot in front of Chloe's building. The car was a long black hearse, driven by a pale young man with empty eyes.

"The meat puppet's a nice touch," muttered Chloe as Valentine helped her into the back of the car. The ride was long and mostly in silence. Valentine seemed to become more and more withdrawn as the car passed through a high steel fence and trundled through the grand estate. Chloe became more and more bored, especially after Valentine refused to allow her to doodle on herself with the ballpoint pen she always carried with her. He finally allowed her to push up his own sleeve and doodle on the pale flesh underneath.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked, suddenly irritated now that they were pulling up to the sprawling mansion.

"Habit from school," she said, putting the finishing touch on a pair of wings getting sucked down a drain, "I had this one really boring instructor, so we all just spent the entire class giving each other pen tattoos. Anyway, at least you don' have to worry about gettin' ink poisoning AND if ya don' like it ya could tell me to stop."

"No, I..." he paused, "It's fine. I'm sorry I snapped at you, love." He delicately traced her cheek with his knuckles.

Chloe eyed him.. God but he was gorgeous tonight, in that blue velvet suit of his. His long dark gold hair held back by a narrow black ribbon, that fell in soft curls around his feminine face and eery blue eyes, looked inviting. His little red mouth was moist from when he had run his tongue over them moments before, a nervous gesture of his. He looked every bit the little English version Don Juan and Chloe made a mental note to investigate all the possibilities that that statement presented later.

(While he is a drama queen, Val is still delicious.)

But! Back to more pressing matters. Chloe frowned a little, tilting her head to the side, "What's up with you then? You're acting more melodramatic than usual."

"It's nothing."

She didn't buy that for a second and was all set to pry the truth out of him when the meat puppet opened the car door and Valentine stepped out. The house was large, impressive and incredibly tacky in the way that many castles owned by self inflated people are. Valentine saw the perturbed look on Chloe's face as he helped her out of the car.

"Behave," he said, though the word sounded more like a plea than a command.

"Who, li'l ol' meeeeeee?" Chloe asked, innocently batting her eyelashes. Valentine looked like he was about to say something when a dark laugh made the two of them turn. A tall man, head and shoulders above Chloe, stood there. He was gorgeous, dressed impeccably in dark red satin, with long black hair and the body and face of a Roman god. 'In fact, he's pretty damn sex-tastic,' Chloe thought, impressed. His lips twisted into a smirk, as if her had peeked into her thoughts.

Oh right, vampire.

"So the rumors are true," the new vampire said in a dark voice that sent shivers down Chloe's spine, "The Vampire Valentine has become smitten with a human woman. Tattianna will be upset." Pale eyes roved over Chloe. She didn't have to be a vampire to know that she was being mentally stripped.

"Alonzo," Valentine said stiffly, "This is my source, Chloe. Chloe, this is Alonzo...an old friend."

"You say friend as if it were a foul word," Alonzo said with a chuckle. He stepped closer to Chloe, in the same motion shouldering Valentine away. "But I can see how even a rogue like Valentine would become smitten with you, Miss Chloe. You are most beautiful." He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss to it.

"Thank you," Chloe said, politely, "That's very kind of you." She had promised herself that she would be a good girl tonight for Val's sake, but this asshole was making it increasingly hard.

Alonzo gave her another dressing down with his eyes, "Perhaps you will join me later...for a drink." Chloe trembled as his bedroom voice caressed her ears and he ran a large hand down her back until it rested on her hip, making as if to pull her away from Valentine. She was about ready to haul off and punch the fucker for trying to take her away from her Val, when he was stopped suddenly by Valentine's hand on his arm.

"That's enough, Alonzo," he said in a low dangerous tone Chloe had never heard him use before.

Alonzo's eyes widened and fear momentarily flicked across them. Then he grinned, chuckling wickedly. "Well, I see that obtaining a source has not dulled your lust for violence," he said, detaching himself from Chloe, "But this is neither the time nor place to drudge up the past. We will discuss this at another time."

"I will wait for you to set the date and location," Valentine said in this new cold voice of his. Chloe was intrigued. A lust for violence? Her Val? That didn't seem very likely. Sure she hadn't known him all the hundreds of years he had been alive (undead, whatever), but still, they had spent almost every minute together for the last three months. He had never so much shown a single smidgen of being violent. Arrogant, melodramatic, over sexed and a little too serious now and then, but never violent. Hell, if anything, he'd been a total bottom! A hardcore submissive!

"I think we had better go in now," Chloe murmured, putting her hand in Valentine's and linking their fingers. She practically pulled him up to the main entrance of the house. When they were a sufficient enough distance away from Alonzo, Chloe dropped Valentine's hand and put her hands on her hips, "Now what the hell was with all the male posturing back there?!"

Valentine smiled, taking her hand back, "Alonzo is too confident for his own good. He is reputed seducing other vampires' sources and mistreating beautiful women. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea about you."

"Oh and what would that be?" Chloe said sarcastically.

"That you are the sweet, naive, submissive little girl you appeared to be," he said, his smile turning mischievous, "God forbid the poor fool be duped into believing such a lie." He kissed her lightly on the lips, "Besides that, I'm incredibly selfish. I have no wish to share the real you with anyone, even to shame a cad like Alonzo."

"Yer one to talk. If we weren't in polite company, I'd deck ya for that," Chloe grumbled, though secretly she was a little flattered.

Most of the night passed with no greater incident. Chloe and Valentine stuck mostly with the vampires they both knew from previous encounters. They were all young, with minimal power and no sources. Chloe kept her promise and behaved herself nicely, though some of the vampires gave her a wide berth, still wary of the tall brunette with the excellent right hook. As the night wore on, the necessity to feed caused most of the younglings to leave, until finally, Valentine and Chloe were left alone at their table.

"Admit it," Valentine murmured, taking her hand in his, "The night has not been completely unpleasant."

"Maaaaaybe," drawled Chloe, but the smile she gave him suggested otherwise. Valentine laughed softly and leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss. Chloe responded immediately, leaning in and deepening the kiss. It never ceased to astonish him how she was always able to steal control from him in their intimate moments. Even when he fed on her, it was always under her circumstances. Maybe he just needed to feel taken care of. Maybe he had been out of control for too long and she was the only thing that could control him.

Maybe, deep down, he really was just the hardcore submissive Chloe accused him of being.

"You're makin' it very hard to behave," murmured Chloe, who had moved from her lips to his ear, "I'm sure that throwing you down and violating your person here and now would prolly offend someone."

"Mmmm, probably," he hummed, nuzzling her neck, his hands going around her waist to pull her closer to him, "I forgot to tell you how gorgeous you look tonight."

"Yeah, I think I got that when ya practically tackled me earlier," said Chloe, pulling back a little so he could see her roll her eyes. He laughed. Chloe had to admit, for all the trouble he caused, she did love making him laugh.

"Well, well," cooed a woman's voice, "Isn't this a cozy little scene." Valentine stiffened, looking past Chloe with a mixture of fear and shock on his face. Chloe turned in her seat and was immediately assaulted with the sight of a pair of huge, pale white breasts practically falling out of an impossibly low cut midnight blue dress.

"Gawd, sistah," Chloe said sympathetically, her accent more pronounced, "Couldn' ya find somethin' with a higher neckline? Only yer tits are hangin' down like eggs on nails!" Valentine almost fractured his ribs trying not to laugh out loud. The woman who the sagging breasts belonged to stiffened, a look of venom crossing her elegant face.

"I BEG you pardon!" she snarled.

"And you have it," said Chloe, "Only watch where you flash those things next time, all right, dear?" The woman sputtered for a few minutes.

"Just WHO do you think you are?!" snarled the woman.

"Chloe, Val's source. Who're you?"

As if reminding the woman of her mission, some of the previous cool was restored to the woman's composure, "Oh...yes. I've heard of you," she said, ignoring the question, "Honestly, I was surprised that someone like Valentine could even obtain a source, but after seeing you...well, I must say, I'm shocked that you settled for him."

Chloe arched a brow, "I settled for Val?"

"Certainly," said the woman cooly, "I mean, after seeing you, there are probably dozens of vampires who would love you as a source and allow you a more comfortable living than what Valentine must have shown you."

"I'm perfectly happy with my level of comfort," said Chloe with equal coolness.

"To be sure," drawled the woman, sensing she had gained an advantage, "But you have been woefully misled as to the status of this Vampire."

"Oh?"

"Yes," said the woman, eagerly, "You see, Valentine is a rogue among us. He has, as of yet, refused to keep a source. He lacks knowledge of the finer things in life, I'm afraid and is nothing more than a vagrant with a lust for violence, who enjoys breaking the minds and hearts of pretty girls. The one who changed him saw a dreamy philosopher, when really there was nothing but a dirty street urchin with a broken mind of his own." She looked down her nose at Valentine who was focusing on the marble table, "And now I see that he is what he has always been. Nothing, but a dirty little urchin who nobody wanted. You truly have my sympathie-"

The meaty thud of flesh hitting flesh was silenced by the clatter of a chair falling to the ground. The woman vampire lay sprawled out on the ground, her breasts now flopping free of their constraints and her flowy skirt somewhere above her hips.

"You're the street trash," Chloe said with ice in her voice, "Now take your skanky little hoe self and get the hell out of my sight before I fucking rip you apart with my bar hands. You disgust me."

Valentine was silent as Chloe righted her seat and sat down again, muttering something about mood killers and skanky little hoes with boobs bigger than their egos. "Seriously why would I give a shit about what status my vampire is at anyway." Chloe shot a glare at said vampire, "Hey, stop poutin' or I'll smack you too."

Valentine didn't look up at his source. "Chloe, I..." he began, but his voice faltered. He caught his lower lip in his upper teeth. This action alone melted Chloe's anger.

"Fuckin' little drama king," she murmured, sliding closer to run her fingers down his side, "When you do that I dunno if I wanna hit you or kiss you."

"Kiss me," he said softly, pulling her into his arms, "Let me forget my past sins in your kiss." Chloe obliged, taking his face between her hands and giving him a slow sweet kiss. When they finally broke apart, Chloe rested her forehead against his and looked into his eyes.

"Wanna know somethin'?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Afore I met you, I had gone through two sugar daddies and put 'bout twenty guys in the hospital," she said, with a slow grin, "In high school, I partied hard. I drank, smoked and slept around, 'cause I thought I was just havin' fun. I didn't grow up and realize that I was fucking everything up until I was almost out of college. After that, I used guys to get what I needed to survive. The whole wrestling thing, I played to guys fantasies and got bukoo bucks for it, just so I could afford rent and art supplies. You came into my apartment exactly two months after I quit and two days after I put my scum bag of an ex-boyfriend in the hospital. I've used a lot of people and I'm not all that proud of it."

He frowned, puzzled, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"To remind you," she said, leaning forward to give him a chaste kiss, "That I don' care about your past 'cause mine's just as fucked up. Might not be as long as yours but the principals are the same."

He chuckled and kissed her back. "You've certainly been in enough trouble to last both our lifetimes."

"Damn straight, asshole," Chloe growled, pressing closer against him and deepening the kiss.

"I thought you said you'd behave yourself tonight," panted Valentine when they finally broke apart.

"Yeah well," said Chloe between licking and nipping the skin of his neck, "It's midnight. The deal is, therefore, null. And if they're gonna send some skanky ass hoe over to make a scene, I figured fuck them and just go ahead and give 'em the goddamn show."

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" asked the vampire, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer to the question. Chloe was casually opening up the front of his coat and undoing all the buttons on his shirt with one hand, while the other headed south. Yeah, he was positive he knew the answer to that.

"I," she crooned in his ear, tracing the outside with her tongue, "Am going to fuck you senseless. Right on this table."

Valentine quite suddenly found himself sprawled out on top of the table. His shirt and coat had disappeared and the cool wood under him contrasted sharply with the warm body straddling his waist. She had ripped the table cloth off only seconds earlier, the crash of the expensive china that had rested on top of it bringing all eyes to them.

Chloe could feel the eyes of every single vampire and human in the room focused on her and Val. 'Good,' she thought darkly, leaning down to kiss Valentine's silky flesh, 'Let 'em gawk.' She was mad. Absolutely blood-hungry mad. Okay, it had only been two incidents, but the overall mood and the way these jackoffs kept treating her Val, like he wasn't good enough for her or them, was really pissing her off. Besides, she'd always wanted to make love on top of a table in front of everyone before.

Valentine gasped, arching under her touch, as her fingers brushed along his pants, undoing the button and zipper. "Chloe...wait," he managed to gasp out. He could feel the eyes boring into them. He didn't want these foul creatures to see his Chloe. "We can't.."

"Shut up," she growled, slipping on hand behind his neck and pulling him up for a long possessive kiss. He noticed that her dress had disappeared and she was dressed only in a strapless bra, panties and her best garter belt (The one with the black lace that matched her underwear. He loved that garter belt).

"I don't...ah! Nnn-no, Chloe," he moaned softly, "I don't want them to see...oh!"

She pulled back a little so he could see her mad, wicked grin. "Hey guess what? I do."

The Adventures of Valentine and Chloe will continue!

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