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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:57 pm
 You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. Helorah's confusion hovered in her blank expression for a moment while she stood and let the information sink in. Slowly, her lip curled into a sinister smile, understanding the sentiment, and she slunk off after him, a dark symphony in her mind. She followed him, at a distance, all the way to the kitchen before she said anything.
"Wiser men might have not taken the chance. I'm not stupid; I'm clever enough to find a loop-hole if I wanted to... To your luck, I'm not done here yet." She flicked her hair over her shoulder imperiously and leaned her sculpted body against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest. Instead of pursuing the issue further, which probably would have resulted in her further frustration, she went quiet and watched him in calculative silence.
"So the red is because you're thirsty... or hungry, or whatever you call it? That's quite a collection you've got. Ice cold cup o' AB negative?"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:16 pm
 He inhaled deeply, held it a moment, and exhaled slowly.
"No. The red is because I'm just craving mac and cheese, and it got worse because I realized that we're out," he sneered, his usual caustic bite sharpening with his hunger. "Yes. Thanks for reminding me. Cold blood keeps me going, but it's definitely not my favorite."
His voice held a bit of grain, his patience wearing thin. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to make a donation tonight," he mused, rolling his eyes. Nikolai of course expected her to decline. She wasn't easily submissive... Okay, well, his mind just drifted to the gutter for a moment. Anyway, she probably wasn't going to just give up some blood for the person who called himself her master. Then again, this girl had caught him off guard at least once today.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:39 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. "Damn. You know that s**t's my fave," Helorah countered, shifting her hands from her chest to her hips and sighing dramatically. She glanced at the refrigerator, which held her gaze in some sort of fearful fascination. her mind wandered for a moment back to her first hunt, only nights before the traders invaded. She'd never hunted since, but she could still taste the flecks of blood on her lips as she'd gutted the wolf and howled in triumph.
No one ever said faeries were all rainbows and ponies.
Now, her gaze drifted toward his eyes, registering his words, and her lips parted for a moment, then closed. She couldn't believe that she was actually considering it, but at the same time, there was a rare part of her brain that interjected with both the rational and the irrational. Two reactions surfaced, possibilities:
Reaction one:
Sarcastic rejection, "Well, you know you don't have to ask for a donation. You could just take it. And lose an eye while you're at it."
Reaction two came out first, passing from thought to reality.
"I'm not much for bartering," she pointed out, waving a hand idly, "But if you're up for a challenge, I might be willing to make an exception."
Her purple eyes went cold, and first time, there was a true flicker of something feral in her gaze when she made her offer, "You'll have to fight me for it." Her lip curled back on one side, her smile revealing just one brilliant canine in her open smirk.
"Without the weird recoil half-way through, of course."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:55 pm
Oh Jeebus. He sooooo loved his judgment in choosing this one. His jaw almost dropped, and without hesitation, he kicked the refrigerator closed. He wasn't thinking clearly enough to search for hints of trickery or any such concept. Lust of every kind concentrated his features, and he half-way stumbled to her, grabbing her arms to pin her against the wall. He pressed himself against her, her scent filling his nostrils. He grinned wolfishly, the tip of his tongue showing between is teeth. Animalistic amber eyes scrutinized her every move, waiting for her reaction. Would she fight, like she promised him?
((Sorry for the shortness! X3))
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:07 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. "I'll take that as an agreement," she half-laughed, half-growled (an awkward combination, I might add) into his face. Her wrists slammed against the wall, and Hel thought she felt the siding give a little under the force, which only widened her smile. In the corner of her eyes, green flickered into view, flowing like vines and entwining with the purple. Good thing he'd gotten rid of the damn collar. Her muscles flexed in her arms, and she forced them an inch or two off of the wall, hovering against his hold.
Instead of continuing to drag herself up from under him, though, she slammed her knee upward, aiming for his gut, and simultaneously rocked herself to the left in an attempt to roll them over so that she was on top. Slave or not, she had dominance issues.
{{ Shortness is called for, but NOOOOOOOES!!! I has to goes soon... >3> }}
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:58 pm
((Nuuuu!!! Stay, or I eat choor face!))
Nikolai dodged the knee, but just barely. Without that collar, she was a force to be reckoned with. That dodge knocked him off balance, and allowed her the advantage to pin him. Wow. This was new. The surprise showed in his widened eyes, and he growled playfully with a smirk.
The vampire couldn't help himself. He was a man, after all. Nikolai pushed against the wall, leaning forward, not for her throat, but to catch her lips with his own. He wrapped his forearms under her arms and over her shoulders, pulling her to him.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:42 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. {{ Seems I'm too late to avoid the face-eating-ness... damn. }}
Helorah followed the momentum and caught the shock as they tumbled over again into the wall, her on top now. The grin on her face was involuntary, and his slightly bewildered expression fed her excitement. He got a chance at his blood fix; she got a fix in the violence department. All fair, right?
Until the game changes.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his sides, setting herself in as her grip slipped away from his arms. She couldn't afford to lose ground. So of course, when he leaned forward, she was all set to duck to the side and let any blow to her neckline fall sideways. Wrong. She flinched, just barely, but it wasn't enough to avoid the contact of flesh on flesh, lips pressed together. Her surprise and horror gave way to some deeper instinct immediately, dashing her traditional reasoning skills to the side for the moment.
This was, in fact, fairly new to her, and an endeavour worth exploring. Her eyes, wide and alert at first, fluttered half-way shut, and her lips parted only slightly, more out of an effort to breathe than anything else, which lent itself to a small, chiming gasp. Hel's nails practically ingrained themselves into his sides as he pulled her down, her resistance slowly letting him bring her to him. Her legs straddled only one of his, and she leaned onto it, dragging herself up the closer they came together until she stood to push down onto him.
It was when her nails began to drag slowly down his sides that she remembered herself, and her gaze that had been glowing a brilliant magenta flashed cold violet again as she pushed off and rolled to the side, panting. Her fingers traced the shape of her lips, which had brightened from the contact, and slowly, she let her breath heave in and out before glaring sideways at him.
"Cheater," she growled, but the smirk on her curling mouth was undeniable.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:01 pm
Nikolai gave a big, toothy grin. Triumph!
He took her moment of confusion to push against her shoulders to pin her on the floor. He didn't expect for her to go down without a fight, but it was worth a try.
"Winner," he replied in a sing-song tone, challenging her accusation of cheater.
Surprisingly, the kiss had actually taken his mind off his blood lust for a moment, distracting him with other flitting ideas. Sure, the blood lust had fueled it, but some things could make a man forget original intentions. Either way, it had caught her off guard, and he planned on using that to his advantage.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:07 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. "For the moment," she huffed, peaking a flash of white in her responding half-smile. His hands shoved her shoulders into the ground-- ow-- but she kept her knees up and bent on either side of her, eyes narrowed and concentrated despite the smile on her face. Her hands grasped at his wrists and she used one leg to push herself up against him, the other driving up under his knee to gain leverage enough to knock him off.
{Short short short short short... *Sings* }
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:44 pm
The vampire lost his grip for a moment, turning slightly, then twisted his arms to weasel out of her grasp and planted his hands on her wrists, attempting to pin her down again. He smirked at his position over her, more than mildly provocative. Ebony eyes flashed with intense mischief as he lowered his face to hers, almost nose to nose. He playfully nipped at her lip, then placed featherlight kisses along her jawline, getting dangerously close to her throat. He nuzzled it with his nose, then closed his eyes and bore his fangs. He was almost there... so close, he could almost taste her blood. The temptation was killing him, and he really needed to feed. Nikolai growled with desire, loving the fight, but praying he could sink his fangs into her.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:02 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. Damn.
Helorah jerked her wrists down, tugging her elbows down and inward, but it had no affect on the weight he used to pin her in place. Her back arched again, hoping almost to shrink herself inward and loosen the grip by maybe pulling his hands closer together if she pulled further under, but he was too low on her, and there was nowhere to go. She released her breath in a huge sigh before she fell back onto the floor again, giving her wrists a sharp tug again.
Her narrowed eyes glared accusingly at her arms before she turned her face up to glare at him instead, but his face was to close to make the desired effect. His lips seemed to trail everywhere, and her head rolled back sightly, only making the access to her throat that much easier while she tried to make do with her shallow breathing.
God, she hated herself.
"Aw, ********> she groaned, loud but with an air of disgruntled defeat in her tone.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:16 pm
"I'd be happy to," he purred, grinning at her choice of words.
Finally. He took a mental sigh of relief. He inhaled slowly, preparing himself, and giving her a moment to brace herself. Nikolai then rushed for the jugular, just an inch under her jawline. His fangs quickly pierced the skin, and he almost gasped as the crimson liquid flowed over his tongue. Her blood was simply... exquisite.
Almost instantly, he began using his mind to try to soothe hers, numbing the pain, even generating some pleasurable sensations if she would accept them. Nikolai's tongue massaged around the puncture point, mainly to increase blood flow. With the increased pressure on her, he snaked a hand under her head to cradle her against him, hoping to make it more comfortable for both of them. The vampire buried his fingers in her hair and gently rubbed her nape, a low, guttural sound echoing in his chest.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:39 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real.
Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free!
Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. Helorah tried for one deep breath and then he was on her-- for real this time. The urge to scream parted her lips, but other sounds managed to beat the scream... Or maybe just the lack of air. Her breathing picked up in double-time, shallow and almost desperate, but the pain didn't seem to give her the proper reaction.
It lanced through her veins, sparking a fire before it dulled somewhat, out of her control. But in place of it drove a greater heat, like fire before the burn. Every fiber in her felt like it prickled with some sort of energy, and she could feel the shivers that rippled through her body. Shivers that had absolutely nothing to do with fear or cold.
Vaguely, she felt the grip on her wrists release, hands occupied elsewhere, and she was lifted out of her pinned position. But instead of fighting back as she might have moments before when given the opening, her fingers slid lightly over his arms, curling around his broad shoulders and securing her there against his chest. One of her legs hitched itself over his narrow hips, pulling them completely together.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:02 pm
Her blood was rich... so full of life. It radiated hot energy, and it created an instant craving for more. He felt her shiver against him, and in increased his attention on giving pleasure by reflex. His muscles rippled under her fingertips, and Nikolai instinctively began rocking back and forth, pressing himself as close to her as possible. Her scent was almost intoxicating, and her blood was even more so. He was in a euphoric state, sating his primal hungers for sustenance, violence, and sensual activity. Well, not exactly sating the last one. The contact teased him, enticed him, forced his fingers to clamp down on her slightly as he realized his need for her.
He was too far gone to stop now.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:15 pm
 You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. What he felt was so connected to what she felt that there was no way she was stopping. On instinct, her body rolled with his, an ever-increasing tempo with music she could almost hear crashing in her ears. Hel's fingers drove bruises against her finger pads from gripping to hard. Let's clear a detail-- there was an amount of skill and effort required to practically cling to a person in midair.
She could feel the growth of her nails as her fingers flexed, traveling up and down his spine. The sharp edges caught at the fabric, and she split a clean slice between his shoulders that severed any cloth that may have hindered her way to his skin. Honestly, it probably would have been more effective to approach from the front, but since mobility was a slight issue at the moment, she settled. All she really understood by this point was physical contact, and it only held its full force when it was bare flesh on flesh.
By the time she was satisfied, she'd basically torn all clothing from his back so that shreds hung and littered the floor. His skin was a crisscross of shallow cuts, but her fingers traced swirls over them, gliding along his otherwise unmarred flesh.
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