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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:09 pm
"Sure thing. Be right back." Alyssa nodded, then trotted off to the kitchen to get a slice of pie and a box. The pies at the Peppermint Cafe were always made fresh, and she could tell from the apple-y smell in the air that one had just come out of the oven.
The other employees didn't pay her any mind as she gathered everything up and calculated the bills, and they didn't look up when she left the kitchen. It seemed odd to her, how beings of the supernatural could hide in plain daylight. Or rather moonlight, since it was nighttime now. How could they not notice that something was wrong with her and her friends? But then, she had never caught on when she was human, either. The Pack had been going to the Peppermint Cafe for a long time, so she'd had plenty of opportunities to catch on. Not that it would have affected where, and who, she was now, but at least she wouldn't have felt so lost at first.
"Here ya go, Tasha. One apple pie slice to go and here's your bill." She glanced at the seats where the Alpha's had been. "Aaand they're gone." She quickly honed in on the tip they'd left, though, and pocketed it. It was a nice one. She'd have to remember to thank them later. Aly would have to sort everything out - what was her tip and what went to paying their bills - before she could leave, but that wouldn't take long. She remembered what everything had cost.
"Once you're finished, I'm out of here, too. No way am I sticking around here alone this time of the month." She waved a hand at the bill on the table. "I'll just pick that up when you're done with it. Gotta take care of the rest. See you at the bonfire!" With a no-tooth smile and a nod, she went off to the register.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 12:33 pm
Tasha took her box, the smells wafting through the box were unbelieving tempting. She wanted nothing more right now than to dig into the pie, untinsles optional. Then why doesn't somebody write 'Sparky' on the box and put a flea collar around her neck? No, she had more control than to do that. Once safely home she'd be able to do that in the privacy of her room. Where no one would question her sanity, like if in the public eye.
The werewolf dug into her pants pockets, and pulled out a crumpled twenty and four fives. A fair amount, but completely draining her pocket. And there was the bonfire tonight, she promised marshmallows and gram crackers. Hmm, this was quite the problem...
"Oh!" Tasha snapped her fingers, wondering idly why she didn't think of picking up a few bills from the cash register at her work in the first place. She'd pay it back next time, it wasn't like she'd ever gotten caught before. Besides, she was always good at getting the money back before the boss caught wind of it.
A tinkling of the bell, and she was on the streets, heading towards the no-mans land at the center of the city, where Technicolor was located. She pulled her i-pod out, and cranked up the volume to the song that had been playing just before she turned it off.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 6:21 pm
 Rourke heard the footsteps, lighter than a human’s steps but not like those he was familiar with. Soon enough he caught Kassandra’s scent and her voice followed quickly after. Head still resting against the wall and eyes still half open he gave the much younger vampire a quick once over. He thought she looked and sounded a little ill at ease, uncomfortable standing there. Hidden by the shadows as he was the humans might have thought she were talking to herself. He didn’t move, his shadowed face blank, his eyes did not reflect his concern for his brother.
He opened his mouth, began to answer when a soft voice filled the space. Through the dark he nodded a greeting to Kassandra as Alette floated into view. He squeezed the tiny familiar shape of her hand, still not moving from where he stood, “Isn’t Princess-Cavewoman an oxymoron? I don’t remember a Disney Classic about her and I have a very long memory.” He watched the two women from under the canopy of his dark hair, Alette by his side and Kassandra in front of him and opposite of his wife. The weak, sallow light struggling through the inky darkness dusted their pale skin with a sickly yellow. Despite that, they still looked flawless, small perfect figurines in –
Rourke’s train of thought slid violently off its ordered tracks, feeling the subtle change in the atmosphere. Familiarity and blood, when paired, are a useful bond. He couldn’t put his finger on it and he could be wrong, his brotherly-senses were already on edge considering who his brother was with.
The only question left was when to corner his unusual kin and beat him to death. Information pertaining to his soirée with the wolf could be pried from his broken body afterward. Rourke was not surprised by Alastar’s actions; it was the general’s way. It had never cost the family anything and Alastar’s head was securely fastened to his shoulders. On most occasions anyway.
“What are you up to this evening Kassandra?” Rourke focused on her, let his guard relax. Not completely, he was a subject of the night after all and all that.
Rourke pushed off the wall, did what he could to get loose building from his clothes. He gave Alette’s hand another gentle, telling squeeze then continued to Kassandra, “It seems our escort has abandoned us for his own agenda. We were going to have dinner then a movie afterward.” He glanced over his shoulder to smile at Alette then Kassandra, “Would you like to corral him like the cow he is and join us for the movie later?” His voice oozed charm without being over the top or insincere like a car salesperson. He would talk to Alette later, break Alastar’s steel bones after that.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:39 am
Kassandra felt her body tense for one spilt second when Alette appeared but the feeling quickly passed. Looking at the Mistress she nodded respectfully to her just like she had done Rourke. “Good evening, Alette,” she said, in a somewhat quieter tone then when she had greeted the Master. It was true, she did have only a few seconds, and he didn’t even get to greet her in that short time. That was alright though, patience was a virtue.
She left her thoughts and focused on the two vampires. Ignoring the small feeling of jealousy at the interaction between the two Kassandra listened to Rourke's question. “What am I doing tonight?” She bit her lip in mock though and shifted her weight to her left foot.
"Nothing," she told him. Of course she was doing nothing. Hearing the second thing he said she pushed back the utter feeling of joy. Go to a movie? He was asking her to go to a movie with them?
Even though she had not had the feeling in centuries Kassandra seemed to feel like a silly school girl. What was she getting all giddy for? Though, it was hard not to with the way his voice sounded. “I would love to,” Kassandra replied with a smile. Sure it seemed she would have to pair up with Alaster, but that would be dealt with. This was an opportunity too good to pass up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:35 am
He snorted softly," I promise nothing, Alastar. Turning you back on the enemy is bad so be careful," he said flashing his canines in a toothy grin before laughing. Laughing was something he rarely did around others, so this was showing that it was more of a threat then something funny. Marco, of course, wouldn't attack Alastar from behind nor any other opponent. There was no honor in attacking someone who couldn't prepare themselves for the blow. Even if Alastar could, Marco would still feel horrible for trying." Until the night we met again," he said to him, giving the vampire a short bow with his head. Instead of waiting for him to leave, Marco simply took a few steps back until he was completely out of sight in the cover of the dark. He turned and sprung forward from the alleyway to head off towards another location near the house. Speaking so long with an enemy has cut into his time of doing his watches around the house. Fairy tale? There will be no happy ending in this fairy tale. One side will die while the other lives on the land until another foe comes to take it a way from them. That's life and that is how it will alway be in this world that was filled with monsters.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:57 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...Artesia laughed as she was practically dragged out of the restaurant, and in such a carefree manner, one would never imagine the tension of the conversation they'd just been involved in. Marco's scent was just fading, and she fleetingly thought that he'd left too quickly for her to even say a proper goodbye. she'd managed to get a wave in before he completely disappeared. Before she allowed herself to completely leave, she did say to her pack, "I'll see you all later tonight. Take care of yourselves," and on the last sentence her face temporarily dropped back into her serious expression, before a soft smile replaced it as she walked out hand in hand with William.
Once outside, she turned to him expectantly. "Did you have someplace special in mind, or should I find a random direction to go in?" If he didn't have any new place he'd found exploring he wanted to show her, she just let the wind tell her what was going on, and therefore the direction with the fewest obstacles. In that situation, she would just run until she felt she could run no more, and then collapse into a ball on whatever field or hill she ended up on. But the special places were even better, because they had the air of discovery about them.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:54 pm
Alastar had moved away from Marco, leaving the beta to brood and consider his defenses. The vampire never had any intention of giving chase or attempting to overtake him. No, that wasn't his style. Besides, the direct conflict hadn't really resolved things over the many years the night walkers had been in Colorado. In fact, thinking back, it seemed that the fighting preserved the stagnant state. Each side was incapable of keeping footing for long, much less resting on their laurels and extending their domain. Alastar tired of the lack of change and constant underlying anxiety. It ate away at him, driving him to consider alternate methods. It was when he was in the midst of these considerations that he saw the opportunity to throw a newly conceived plot into action. With the fruition of his scheming so close by, he could barely contain the tensing of his lean musculature.
Rourke would surely kill him later. Well, that wasn't entirely true; his twin would try to kill him and be stayed by his unfailing ingenuity and wisdom. Yes. Of course. There was no reason to pause here.
Tasha's back was to him as she wandered towards the more populated part of town, one full of night life. His slender form wove in and out of the shadows, masking itself in the inky black depths and the overwhelming scents of wandering humans around him. Alastar wouldn't give her much time to react, but he knew that even with an ambush he had to try to keep himself hidden as well as possible until the last instant. How perfect this was! It wasn't Artesia, William, or Marco, but one of the pack that he had a chance of overwhelming quickly. Not only was she likely weaker than he was, she was alone and wandering in a part of town where he could both hide and pounce without much fear of a cop turning the corner or an empty street echoing his movement. Christ, she even had her headphones on! There was no need to be silent.
Perfect.
It was one quick, fluid moment. As one unlit building cast a long shadow over a portion of the street, he leapt forward. Despite his somewhat malicious intent, he was graceful and smooth, an arm wrapping about her waist as he pulled her into an alleyway. It wasn't easy to sweep a werewolf off their feet- literally or figuratively- and he might be completely incapable if he were not well-practiced. Admittedly, he used it more to seize a forceful, romantic moment with his beau of the day/month/year/decade, but it was effective all the same.
As they came to a quick, harsh stop, the other arm circled around one shoulder and grasped the other. It was a tight hold, preventing her torso from being moved easily- one limb preventing the upper from twisting and the other pinning the lower. It was not his strength, though, so carefully hidden, that was the threat. Pearly white elongated teeth were bared at that last moment, hovering tantalizingly over the flesh of her neck. Anything more than the slowest, softest, and gentlest of movements would most certainly cause the canines to graze her skin if not pierce through to a vein. Alastar said nothing, his chest unmoving as he waited so patiently the reaction of his victim.
Surely she was surprised. No vampire that he could remember had been so daring as to try to ambush and abduct a werewolf. It was almost certainly instant death that was desired and granted on both sides. Even if she was unable to guess what he intended to do, surely the 'dishonorable' ploy would ruffle her fur. It was bold, it was unimaginable, and it was foreign to this battle. Humans did such things all the time, but neither side claimed to have much stake in humanity anymore. Could a werewolf be truly frightened? Would she fear what strange thoughts caused him to seize her with no weapon drawn, no death imminent? Well, the teeth could cause death (and maybe to him, for the gods knew he didn't try to drink from werewolves), but it stood to reason if he hadn't sunk them in already he must have some other plan in mind.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained he told himself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
((This was all pre-planned (surprise!) so please don't interrupt guys =) This scene is just for DreamClaw and I ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 1:16 pm
Tasha squeaked, caught off guard, that was for sure. Pulled out of the general view of the public into the stinking alley, that assaulted her nose with such an array garbage scents, she wanted to stop breathing through her nose. Not that it was a problem, the fact she was being carried off made her gasp her first mouthful of air.
At first, she thought it was a small-brained thug, the kind that often tried to carry off beautiful young girls such as herself. Admittedly, she felt a bit smug for his choice in target. Her muscles flexed, prepared to either a) beat the man to a pulp, or b) go wolf and tear him to shreds. Either sounded like a good option, but she itched to transform, feel the skin give way to fur, her bones more to a more canine form.
A new scent sailed into her nose, and a twinge on the spot where her shoulder and neck joined stopped her dead in this thought. God, how could she be so stupid? She was being held hostage by a freaking vampire! She should have been able to notice the bloodsucker coming before it was anywhere near her!
Then again, that would explain why she couldn't move. A human's strength would have such an constricting grip.
"Why are you hesitating?" Tasha snarled, hoping that her blood would poison her kidnapper.
((Edited, due to the fact I didn't get to finish it the first time.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:00 pm
"Now now, that isn't a very nice way to address the person whose teeth are over your neck," Alastar replied with an irritating tranquility. His mouth did not move from its position, lips brushing against her neck as he spoke. To the common passerby, it looked like a lover's embrace- his iron grip could be visually mistaken (as well as the position of his visage) for one of passion and desire. The irony did not escape Alastar, but it seemed hardly the time to be laughing even mentally at the matter. One small error could mean life and death, for as alluring as the danger surrounding a captive werewolf was, it was not without high risk.
"Did you want to take a walk the easy way or the hard way? I am guessing that one such as yourself revels in the hard way," he teased. It was, of course, unwise to tease and provoke an unknown enemy, but Alastar could not help himself. It was hard to imagine a battle-scarred raver who worked at a club to be docile, demure, and complacent. Even with fangs grazing her skin, he imagined that the woman was mentally thrashing him and contemplating ways to harm him rather than concentrating on appeasing him to escape. This was most certainly going to be the hard way.
Idly he wondered if Marco, William, or Artesia ever bothered to tell the pups what the higher-ranking vampires looked like. She could surely see his face out of the corner of her eyes, garnet eyes glittering in the dim light with more mischief than malice. Did she know who he was? It'd be impossible for someone who was not well-acquainted with the twins to accurately deduce whether it was Rourke or Alastar by sight (especially since he wore Rourke's clothes tonight). Perhaps they had educated their pack on personalities as well? What had his warning been like, if there was one? Tall, lanky, horribly handsome, looks just like the man of iron Rourke, and well-established gent and lady-killer (after all, he didn't discriminate). Well, maybe the alphas and beta assumed that only his ruggedly good looks were pertinent since it was unheard of for a vampire to hit on a werewolf.
Still.
He couldn't help but giggle inwardly at the idea of Marco in front of a group, pointing to Alastar's picture and trying to explain away the nights he did cosplay as a prince, the nights he traipsed around in outfits entirely too snug and made of leather, chains, and spandex, or his methods of wooing. The beta would undoubtedly be stiff and serious through his delivery despite how absurd Alastar was personally so much of the time.
His eyes stayed on her neck as he forced himself to try to be a little more solemn. Focus, Alastar, focus. It wouldn't help if he cackled like a lunatic- the woman could be more afraid, sure, but she could also think that the situation wasn't as grave as it truly was.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:00 pm
Tasha shuddered when the vampire's lips touched her skin. The disgusting, wrecking, vile creature was touching her. And she couldn't move her arms enough to thrash him. But his teeth on her neck was sending the same message over and over to her head. Danger, think every move through. How she wanted desperately to ignore it. To just give into the anger fueled instincts and rip him limb from limb. But her head got in the way, reminding her of what little she saw of the man.
From what little she's heard about the vampire coven, the leader looked exactly like him. The hair, the eyes, the figure. It couldn't have been any old vampire, noooo, it had the be the vampire leader. (She'd been to party-hardy to actually listen to the meetings that told the pack about the vampires.)
"Well what are you expecting of me? I can't exactly move to make it hard." Much as she really, really wanted to make it as hard as possible for the scum.
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 8:12 pm
Alette gave her husband's hand a light squeeze, as much as the vast differences in their palm sizes would allow. Sometimes, she wished that she was just a couple inches taller so that she wouldn't be so dwarfed by him. It'd be nice having a higher vantage point, and not looking tiny beside Rourke would be a definite plus. She'd be a more imposing figure if there was more of her. And always, after these thoughts drifted through her mind, she just reminded herself that everyone already knew that she wasn't to be crossed. Height had absolutely no part in it.
Kassandra was very tall for a woman, as far as she was concerned. Especially compared to the women from the times that she had grown up in. Back then, Alette was of average height. Someone like Kassandra would have been an oddity. In today's world, though, the girl was only a tad too tall. It was so strange how the world would change as time went on, and in just the strangest ways.
Her mind wandered, she knew, but when someone has nothing else to do but think in their spare time, it had just become a part of life. She didn't even notice anymore, especially since she'd become rather good at paying attention to multiple things at once. It came in handy.
For example, she was currently paying attention to both the moods and movements of Rourke and Kassandra, the scents and sounds around them, and Alastar and his furry friend. The vague hint of Marco's scent hung in the air, so it had to be him that their general was with. For what reason, she didn't know. Nor did she particularly care to know. More often then not, she regretted asking him his motives. It was high time she gave that up, unless it was absolutely necessary that she know.
This odd train of thought had finished by the time Rourke commented on Princess Cavewoman. The right side of Alette's mouth twitched upward into an amused smirk. "Hmm? You don't remember? Oh, it was a wonderfully inspiring story. It ended with the Uni-brow Prince leading her into the sunset on the back of a woolly mammoth. Very touching."
Her eyes - which were usually bright red, but combined with the contacts she wore, they were closer to the color of drying blood - trailed back to fix on Kassandra. The girl had looked uncomfortable and a little annoyed when Alette had made her presence known, but when Rourke offered for her to accompany Alastar, Rourke, and herself to the movies, Kassandra was all but jumping for joy. It wasn't hard to guess what the younger Vampire felt about Rourke, given the way she looked at him and acted around him. It wasn't especially surprising, either, with Rourke being who he was. But whether she wanted to admit it or not, Alette did feel a little defensive when it came down to it. Perhaps that was why she had gone out of her way to be sure that Kassandra knew that she was there, and that she had done it before Rourke had greeted the girl. Alette frowned slightly at the revelation, not pleased at herself at all.
She pushed herself off of the wall and rolled her shoulders slightly. Leaning against crumbling stone wasn't comfortable, no matter what sort of other-worldly substance you yourself were made out of. Rather than say something that might seem a tad rude - not that she would try, but she was tense enough with just being out and about - Alette just smiled and nodded her agreement to Rourke's offer and Kassandra's acceptance. Maybe once they had corralled Alastar, as Rourke had put it, she'd feel a little better. One less issue to worry about certainly couldn't hurt.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:24 am
With his rounds almost complete and his body still stiff from his encounter with Alastar, Marco felt that resting for a moment will help stabilize his condition. He only sought to clear his mind since that was the only organ working its hardest at the moment, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Marco wasn't far from the house were he had originally thought of heading to in order to rest, but then he figured that everyone might be there with anticipation for the upcoming bonfire that would take place shortly. No, it was best to hang out where he was at, nestled against a tree while sitting on one of its branches to get off his feet, left foot dangling off the edge and only moving when there was a strong enough wind to cause to move back and forth lightly. Though he knew that the vampires were out tonight, Alastar being the main proof in that, he didn't want to risk a confrontation with them knowing full well that they are increasing in strength. Sure he could hold his own against them during the new moon phase but he couldn't keep up with them for to long which would ultimately lead to his down fall in the end. The image of Alastar dancing around him while Marco could only defend himself made him feel sick to his stomach, cursing softly. He could only hope that things didn't come to a swift end and that their kind continue to live on.
"Nothing has changed on bit since mom and dad died, lucky for them it was natural instead of murder. Still, they both had been fighting in this war just like all the rest of us, installing that into my mind when I was first changed. I wondered if they felt that this war is starting to lose it meaning or continued to serve the alphas until the day they died?" he asked himself while he sat on the branch still. Neither of them had spoken about how they really felt about this war, mostly just going on with their lives. Time and time again he felt his heart grow weak at the sight of them leave the safety of the home to fight during the night, praying for safe returns. They did what they had to do and thats what Marco believe to the very end, but he started to have wavering feelings now. What would they say, if they were still alive today, about him having these feelings that this war was growing pointless? Perhaps tell him to continue to fight until every last bloodsucker was dead? That sort of sounded like them, a thin smile creeping over his face now.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:43 am
Kassandra focused on Alette a little. No doubt the older vampire had seen how Kassandra had reacted to both her and Rourke. Not that it wasn’t to be expected, but Kassandra immediately felt the need to leave the two. Getting Alette angry at her was not on her to do list. Alette most likely would not show her jealousy and anger in front of her husband, but Kassandra didn’t want to take any chances. It was best to let the two be. Kassandra would have to keep her emotions under better control, especially if she was to go to a movie with them.
“I’ll be going then,” Kassandra told them both, but seeming to direct the words more towards Alette. That’s right Alette, I’m going. You can relax. Nodding respectfully to them both, and managing to pass them both a quick smile, Kassandra turned away from them. Time to find Alastar, Kassandra thought before beginning to walk. Where could the General be? Last she saw he was with that werewolf, but surely he had moved on by now. Or so she hoped, because she was not too keen on interrupting the two.
Lucky since she was walking at a quick pace to get away from Rourke and Alette, Kassandra caught the scent quickly. Though it was not only Alastar, but something else as well. The General was still with a werewolf! But who it was she could not be sure of. Well, Kassandra thought with a grim smile, why not find out?
It took mere seconds for her to reach Alastar, considering her curiosity had urged her to move faster. With the scene in her sights Kassandra immediately backed off in to the shadows where she would not be seen. Alastar had a woman in his grasp, and a mighty romantic grasp it looked like. If it was not for the woman being a werewolf Kassandra would think he was getting a meal, or something else..
She immediately stopped that thought. What the heck was she thinking? Why did jealousy seem to spark in her at those thoughts? Shaking her head to clear away her thoughts Kassandra focused closer in one the two. She was sure Alastar had thoughts of killing the werewolf on his mind. She had no problem with that. Actually, it seemed like ages since she had last killed one of the dogs. Why couldn’t she have some fun to?
Inching closer to the vampire and werewolf she couldn’t help the smirk that formed on her lips. This was going to be good fun. She only hoped that Alaster would let her play too. “Oh my!” Kassandra molded her voice into a tone of surprise, “What is going on here?” Kassandra was thankful that there was shadow cover, because the smirk on her face was so very visible. Though the werewolf could not see her, Kassandra was sure that Alastar could.
[Psst; I’ve joined in on Rei and Dream by request. No one interrupt please.]
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:57 am
Alastar had the look of a small child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He wasn't fearful of Kassandra herself, but afraid that she would go tattle to his brother and superior. That could be bad news, for while they were twins and Rourke would eventually forgive him, the extra a**-kicking he'd get if he wasn't the first to divulge his plan would not be pleasant. Alastar was into a few kinky things, but being soundly beaten by a sibling did not make his list. Not even a bit.
"Ah! My dear, would you be so kind as to help me?" No teasing would come into play here- instead, his tone was as smooth and sweet as honey. He had rashly enacted his plan and now he needed some assistance; and you always won over more people with sugar than salt. A wide grin plastering that face, he tried to look as charming as possible despite the cranky werewolf hostage in his arms. "Could you run and get me something to help subdue my little pup here?"
He thought of tacking on a 'I always wanted a pet! I'm taking her home!' but then he imagined that the somewhat complacent Tasha might just go psycho on him. Kassandra might laugh, but it might unnerve her to know the full extent of his plan. No, he'd keep his little witty comments to himself. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep himself from giggling a little at the inner monologue, no doubt making both think he was less than sane. He simply couldn't help himself- the image of Tasha as some small, adorable, benign cocker spaniel puppy had popped into his head. Really, he should get a grip on his vivid, wandering imagination.
But that wouldn't be nearly as fun.
He cleared his throat. "Ahem. This part of town should have a dealer just around the corner. If you need some money, my wallet's in my back pocket. You'll have to excuse me for not reaching for it- you see, my arms are quite full at the moment." Another charismatic, goofy grin. He had been told once that it was this rather spirited, lively, and carefree attitude was what made people actually listen to what he had to say. He prayed that it worked here and the younger vampire would not instead summon their leader.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:45 pm
Kassandra wasn’t stupid enough to decline. Not that she wanted to anyway, the thrill of the kill had her. Though, did Alastar really want to kill the dog? If he did, why wouldn’t he just kill her here and now? It seemed more like he wanted the werewolf as a pet, but Kassandra thought no more about that. Even if the General did want the latter, it was not Kassandra’s place to question. So, ignoring the faint feeling of jealousy that bubbled inside her once again, Kassandra nodded.
“Sure thing, how could I say no when you asked so nicely?” Kassandra replied with a smile. After he told her where his wallet resided she skipped over to him, making sure to still remain out of the dog’s sight, and slid her hand into his back pocket. Ignoring the urge to touch what she could very well be murdered for touching Kassandra took out Alastar’s wallet. She was holding herself back quite well. Her only hope was that she could do the same with Rourke.
“I’ll be right back,” Kassandra told the General before dancing away and around the corner where he had directed. It took hardly anytime at all for her to find a place that looked to be able to be holding what she needed. What she needed though, she was not very sure of. Kassandra had not dealt much with drugs at all in her vampire life, and she was sure she hadn’t in her human life either. Pondering what she had to get Kassandra almost bumped into someone. Eyes widening Kassandra backed up a bit and surveyed the man. She had never dealt with any dealers in both of her lifetimes either, but she’d seen enough of them to know this man was one.
Thank God it was a man. She would easily get something now. A fear had started to grow inside her that she would take too much time and Alastar would be angry with her, but now that wasn’t a problem at all. “Excuse me,” she started, a slight tone of seduction in her voice, “But may I ask what you are selling?”
The man looked her up and down and gulped. He’d dealt to beautiful woman before, but his one.. Well, she was simple breath taking, and somewhat intimidating at the same time. He was not to be undone by a simple woman though. “Who’s asking?”
Kassandra’s eyes lit up in amusement. She’d hardly done anything and the man was already affected by her. Oh the joys of being a vampire. “Someone who's willing to pay whatever the price,” she replied and lowered her voice a little. “I need something to make a person be, more… Agreeable let us say.”
His eyebrows furrowed. He knew what she meant, and he knew exactly what to give the woman, but he was curious. What would a woman like her need drugs for? Certainly she had no problem in getting what she wanted. But he was not in the business to ask questions and so he nodded. Taking a small brown bag from his back pocket he opened out his free hand to her. “120,” he grunted the price.
Her eyebrows rose, 120? Shrugging her shoulders Kassandra took out Alastar’s wallet, opened it up, and peered inside. She hid the surprise from her face as she saw the contents of his wallet. There was a lot of money in there! Kassandra took out the needed amount and handed the money over to the man and received the bag. “Thank you,” she told him curtly and quickly turned away.
“Pleasure doing business, “ the man said before Kassandra was out of sight.
Kassandra quickly made her way back to Alastar. When she got to him and the dog she walked up behind him and put his wallet back in his pocket. She couldn’t help but let her hand brush past his bum slightly when she brought her hand back. So much for being able to hold herself back. Ignoring her own mental scolding Kassandra presented the bag to Alastar.
“Here you are,” Kassandra told him, showing no apologetic expression for what she had done. Because in all seriousness, she was not sorry at all. Why though, she didn’t know. She did not like Alastar after all, right? God, she was confusing herself.
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