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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 10:05 pm
Devin couldn't rip off her clothes fast enough in preparation. She kicked off soaked shoes, wiggled out of soggy socks, shucked off dripping pants, and threw off the rest. They laid strewn about the tiny room as she jumped in the porcelain tub and eagerly turned the nozzle, coaxing out the water with gentle, excited coos. She was a simple girl; the world was full of complicated things and demanding people, but the inexpensive, easy pleasures were what she adored most. A large basin filled with warm water- that was all she needed. Concerns about werewolves nad vampires and mages shooting out zapzap magic that hurt were peeled away as the faucet spurted to life. As liquid rushed past her ankles, she was instantly as relieved as she was exuberant.
No doubt he could her her squeals of laughter and splashing clear across the house. No water trickled out the door (much to his relief no doubt). Devin had been warned to be careful and despite her glee, she was putting forth some honest effort to remember that. People who gave her such nice things were to be respected. Still, half of the room was covered with water as she frolicked for a good half hour. Some of the time she lay immersed in the tub and let herself breathe in the liquid using her magics, other times she was making it do aerial acrobatics. It was still wonderous even after all these years.
Playtime had to come to an end, though. As she climbed out, she lifted the plug and let the water drain. What had seeped into walls, towels, bath rugs, and fabric was chastised. "Out out out!" she scolded as she wagged her finger accusingly and little droplets traveled out of the objects and surfaces in question and hastily escaped down the drain. As she pulled on Daniel's clothes, the room was left sparkling clean. Even the mirror had been left spotless, not a single streak left on its shining surface. If she desired clean, Devin was impeccable.
Her old attired was forgotten as she skipped out the door, over-sized clothing hanging loose off her tiny form. Peering around she hesitated, unsure which direction in which to look for Daniel. "Hellooooooooo?" she called, hoping for an echo.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 10:59 am
  Rourke nodded, content Kieran found whatever she needed. He needed to find one of the maids, get a snack and send her on her way to pick up some things. He fingered the list in the pocket of his crisp slacks.
“Master,” Derek jogged up the stairs, Rouke could smell the smoke of his cigarette that still clung to him as his toe caught on the last step. He stood and stopped self consciously on the stairs, servants did come here often and he was unsure of what to do. Rourke beckoned the man forward with a nod then waited for what he saw in his eyes, “There’s a man calling for you, he says that he’s an old friend.” The man looked shaken.
“Thank you Derek, would take this to Cynthia please? Have her leave in an hour and get these things for me.” His voice was calm and Derek relaxed considerably, plucked the list from Rourke’s fingers and was on his way. The master took a moment to assess how many things were wrong with this entire set up. He turned back into the room, tugged the silken curtains aside and peered down at Tasha’s pack leader.
“William, I must say I’m surprised to see you,” That was only half-true. Rourke has long since learned to expect the unexpected from others. Just because a certain process or procedure made more sense than others didn’t mean that someone would subscribe to it. “And you’re alone.” This was a small surprise to the vampire leader, it made little sense for William to come here alone. Crossing into enemy territory where he was outnumbered as well as out matched and with one of their own at risk.
Rourke looked over at Tasha, an ominous smile twisted up the corner of his lips, “May I ask why you decided to drop by? It’s impolite to just drop by at such a late hour without calling ahead first.”
{{....ech}}
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:59 pm
Alastar watched Alette's retreating forms a few times before he started to sputter, choking on his emotions momentarily. There were things he did not say to his brother and sister-in-law, that he tucked away unless he was alone. Remorse, overwhelming and suffocating remorse made him heave. Despite the powerful feeling, he was able to compose himself after a few seconds, taking a deep breath and shoving his hands in his pockets. He had started this, every inch of it, and felt wholly responsible for ending it. Even if he was a subordinate to his brother, he felt compelled to make things as right as he could- to fix them. There was plenty to feel guilty about and despite wiser arguments that his life should not be jeopardized for them, he disagreed silently.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat before sprinting the short distance to Madeline's. She had used to live on the Werewolf side of town but relocated once the two had first started their affair. It was not out of undying love and devotion but so that she and the vampire could use each other more easily and that there would be some protection. She knew she wasn't exactly a target for the lycanthrope's, but they wouldn't defend her either. Living in a city always had its risks- and a creature of the night was a nice security.
He rapped on the door to the townhouse and waited patiently for the few minutes it took her to pull the blanket off the bed with her and trudge towards the door. Even disheveled as she was, Alastar marveled at her beauty. She wasn't overly petite or shapely, her legs weren't especially long, her lips weren't more full than average, and her make-up wasn't necessarily applied with care. Madeline had the comforting charm of the girl who grew up next door, loathed reminders about her (lack of) height, refused to listen to reason, and fevrerently wished she wouldn't turn out like her mother. She was witty, caustic, and far too intelligent to believe that Alastar was anything more than the player he was.
"What the hell happened to you?" she asked as she pulled him inside and shut the door.
"Would you believe I fell down the stairs? Into my brother's fist?"
((I will do another post later that will conclude this scene and send him back to the mansion <3 ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 7:23 pm
Kieran smiled politely as Rourke nodded and turned away but as soon as he did her face returned to the grim and silent expression she was accustomed to. She listened with half an ear to Rourke's conversation outside while she was trying to distinguish the rising sense of restlessness within her. Her nose had also caught some under laying scent that was yet too faint to distinguish but made her somewhat agitated.
Bringing her thoughts back in time, she watched quizzically with her scarlet eyes as Rourke moved lithely to the curtains and tugged the fabric apart. As soon as he did that the obscure scent became much stronger and she was able to uncover it's host perfectly. Now she knew why she had been so agitated, it had been from the werewolf leaders scent and it was no wonder agitating to her coming from the strongest of the mutts. Her mouth raised in a half snarl before she could prevent it but she made no sound only baring her fangs angrily and her eyes lighting up once more with a barely restrained fury. It took only a moment for her features to be controlled and if her mouth was pursed slightly and her eyes still heated when she was back to the unsmiling appearance then it could not be helped.
Looking over to the window she strode silently to the side of the window out of sight from the ground and stealthily on guard for any unexpected attacks. It confused her as well that the leader would dare come into their territory especially in a hostage situation. So it was only natural for her to think that there may be more of them nearby, waiting for a vampire to present itself in order to obtain suitable leverage in getting their own teammate back. Checking the air she opened her lips and breathed in with both mouth and nose knowing that it would increase her sense of smell and hopefully inform her of any other werewolf's but she smelled none. Masking a scent, though, was easy enough to do so Kieran didn't relax her guard but instead put a hand to the wall knowing that the vibrations of the wood would alarm her of any werewolf climbing on the roof or anywhere around the house due to their weight. Silently vigilant she kept her eyes trained towards the windows her mouth still open slightly and her features harsh and strict with utmost attention as she strove to hear responding words from the werewolf leader.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:48 pm
Kassandra watched the conversation between Rourke and Kieran silently. She wanted so much not to be here at the moment. Right now she wanted nothing more then to be with Alastar, but she knew that wasn't a possibility. Her job now was to watch over Tasha, and never would she disobey her master. Kassandra's snapped to alertness though when she heard Derek, one of the servants, come talk to Rourke. When Rourke came back into the room Kassandra began to bare her fangs as the sudden scent of dog came to her.
She quickly brought herself under control when Rourke drew open the curtains. It was one of the dog leaders, and she couldn't help but think how his scent was worse then Tasha's. She watched as Kieran moved to the side of the window and she wanted to follow but did not. Her job was to watch Tasha and so she would. If the dog made any movement to get free or any sort of sound, Kassandra would have to stop her. There was no doubt the alpha was here for her. Kassandra would not let their hostage be taken so easily, not unless ordered to do so.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 7:10 pm
"WILLIAM!" Tasha cried out happily disregarding her captors completely for a few moments, and leapt off the bed and jumping the few inches allowed away from her tether allowed from the handcuffs before falling on her face. "Oww..." It felt like years rather than hours since she'd seen her pack leader. Her captured hand hung upwards, already feeling like pins and needles from the sudden fall. Or broken, as the pain started increasing steadily.
She bit back the animalistic whimper that rose in her throat. Defiantly broken. ((Short, I is sorry!))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:12 pm
"Figures, there was no plan behind Tasha being taken," Marco thought, staying in the shadows. There wasn't to much he could go off of if he went back to William, he had to follow one of them. If he followed the Alette that would only lead him to William, it would be a problem if Marco was caught while William tried to get Tasha back. Guess his only choice was Alastar since he didn't know where he was heading off to. This might gave him some insight on Alastar's plan, if he has any that is. Stepping out of the shadow, Marco once more began to creep towards the last direction he saw Alastar take off in. He was still on their side of town and it was night so there would be a few of them out and about. Creeping through the town was dangerous but Marco kept his guard up, searching for moving shadows, checking over his shoulder. Nothing could be trusted on this side of town and he made sure to mark that down in his head. After all the sneaking around, doubling back a couple of times, Marco finally found that house that Alastar had disappeared in. There he could find a wonderful place to remain hidden until Alastar left. Depending on who he was talking to, Marco might be able to get some answer from them whenever Alastar leaves.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 7:53 pm
"I think even without knowing your brother he is better at lying," she replied curtly. Alaster watched as calculating eyes took full notice of his injuries. It was obvious that instead of getting in a life or death battle with a werewolf he had gotten into a slightly more friendly brawl. If serious damage had been intended there'd be more to show for it certainly.
"The stairs were mean to me," he pouted as he lifted up a pant leg. Bruising from Tasha's kicking had ripened. If she had been restrained less he might have had to worry about fractured bones. A flailing, angry werewolf was a force to be reckoned with. That all parties involved had escaped relatively uninjured was nothing short of a miracle.
"Mmmhmmm. I assume that you also don't want to deal with a boyfriend that, to put it mildly, views vampirism through rosy-tinted glasses." She peered at the leg wound, visibly rolled her eyes, and motioned for him to drop his pant leg again. He obliged.
"Understatement of the year, my dear." He flashed her a charismatic smile, knowing that she could see that he was pained even thinking of the impending conversation with his other significant other. After a moment he thought better. Alastar let his shoulders sag, his genuine feelings shining through the bright facade. He was tired and worn. "We have a werewolf captive and I need..."
"I don't want to know anymore. You need to get back, right?" She gave him a brief kiss on the lips and pulled back. "I was tired anyway." Tapping a finger on his lips she leveled her gaze at him. "As long as you don't use my blood to fuel your desire to run headlong into joining her."
Within five minutes, Alastar was walking out the front door... alone.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 8:40 pm
While Marco stood in the darkness waiting for Alastar to come outside again, he took the time to think of a couple different ideas to get some useful information out of him. One, he could wait until Alastar was gone completely then storm the house and force the information out of who ever was living in there. Two, he could approach Alastar face to face and question his intentions with Tasha. Lastly, Marco could just regroup with William back at the Vampire mansion and assist him in any way he could. They all sounded pretty ideal but they all had the same outcome in the end, Alastar would be in the picture no matter what he choice. Chance were high that he would return back to this house if he heard something unusual. Following him back to William would also lead to a confrontation which meant that there was only one thing he could do. Stepping out from the shadows, Marco approach Alastar from behind but didn't mask his presense. Startling Alastar might lead to an attack and then everything would fall apart from there.
"What were you thinking when you took Tasha?" Marco asked in a clear voice that was loud enough for him to hear. He remain prefectly calm and kept his hands by his side to show that he didn't have any intention on fighting. He was aware that he didn't know if the person inside the house was neutral or an enemy that could help Alastar if a fight did break out. That was a chance he took when he gave up his stealth approach to speak face to face with him. "Usually we kill one of yours then you kill one of ours but I think this is the first time you've taken a prisoner. Are you trying to use Tasha to get something or were you just bored?" he asked, stepping a little closer to Alastar. His steps were slow but predictable, easy for Alastar to pick up on that fighting was the last thing on his mind. Seeking answers was his first step then if he had to he'll take Alastar out for good, make amends for taking one of them hostage.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:01 pm
"I'm only impulsive when it comes to my love life, not when it comes to matters of life and death," Alastar replied, turning around on his heel. His hands were shoved in his pockets and his legs spread slightly in a relaxed stance. When he had entered the house he looked a little worse for wear but now he was reinvigorated. "I have no intentions of killing Tasha unless someone insists on more bloodshed. I took her because the killing has done nothing. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century there is no change. Every new moon your kind rallies their defenses and every full moon we rally ours. The attacks pick off one at a time and we gain numbers one at a time. For vampires we only get older and for werewolves only the generations change. Perhaps this was a poor choice, but at least it's something different. I'm getting old, you know. Sooner or later you're going to be coming to see me creeping around on a walker, whistling at every elderly lady that walks by."
He chuckled at the idea. He would never age, of course: mentally, perhaps, but never physically. While some had the luxury of dying peacefully in their sleep, Alastar was assured a painful one. Would it be a violent murder? Starvation? Such wonderful choices. There was not much that could be done now, but there were strange things he'd miss. What would it be like to feel your body slow done? What was arthritis like? Losing one's vision. If he was a masochist, maybe he could artificially cause such adverse effects. No, it was better just to miss it entirely. Being crippled or hard of hearing didn't exactly get the ladies and gentlemen he'd like.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 1:23 pm
William crossed his arms after watching the servant stumble quickly inside, and awaited the presence of his enemy. It wasn’t long until his ears and eyes caught the subtle movement of curtains from above, and his sullen features turned to a snarl of a smile to the pale face looking down at him. Tasha’s scent lingered down to William’s nostrils, as well as two others, but just the knowledge that Tasha was still alive was enough to calm William. The Alpha disregarded Rourke’s initial greeting as he listened to Tasha’s painful rise and fall, all while his eyes remained planted on Rourke, his expression smooth and unwavering.
Waiting a second longer, William finally spoke, “Yes, well I’m sure you’ve outdone me there. Kidnapping is much more impolite, wouldn’t you say?” he cocked his head slightly at the question. Letting his arms fall to his sides, he did his best to get to the point, “I’m here for a civil negotiation, if you’re willing to do so…” he took a couple steps to the side and motioned to the woman standing near the window, “Privately”. Of course, any vampire who knew about his presence would be on guard, searching for signs of an ambush, but this time they had no need for such a thing. William came completely and utterly alone. The only possibility of another’s appearance was if Marco had a chance to tail Alastar or Alette, but that wasn’t important at the moment. The only thing he wanted was to get Tasha back safe and sound.
“It’s only me, Rourke. No brawl, no threats, just a simple negotiation. Sound fair enough?” It killed William to say such things to the monster of a man who caused him so much strife over the years. The bloodsucker didn’t deserve his impartiality, but violence would only provoke Tasha’s torture. No, fighting would be stored as a last resort if absolutely necessary, but it wasn’t behind him if the vampires didn’t let her go.
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