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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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 Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:13 pm
She sighed softly, leaning back on the heels of her hands and tilting her head back, closing large, almond-shaped green eyes. She hadn't felt as energetic as usual since she'd come to the Underground with Bastian. She hadn't fed since she arrived, either, and this likely had a lot to do with it. She sat back up and looked at her hands and arms. Aside from smudges of dirt on the heels, and a blade of grass or two the skin was nearly bone white, veins and skin beneath the nails a sickly light violet color. She sighed petulantly, tilting her head as she considered the limbs. Bastian would not be pleased.
Someone. Close. Her head snapped to the side closest to the direction that the stranger approached from, green eyes narrowed and lips drawn back in a feral expression, but she quieted completely, listening, hard. Vampire or not, she still had a v****a. The genetic fear or rape remained.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:20 pm
Jeika let his eyes fall shut as he ventured in a rather drunken fashion, his mind closed to Bianca, not registering her as anything but mortal. He could feel the fear she held, however, and this made him grin. As he neared the area where her aura was strongest, he called out to her, his voice raspy after a night concealed in cement. Don't worry your pretty little head, I have no interest in you, or your precious flower. He grinned to himself, his eyes still closed as he paused to lean against a tree, waiting for her to either respond or flee - either of which would amuse him.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:31 pm
"Never thought twice," she quipped, cooly, normally smooth Southern drawl slightly impaired by the elongated fangs. Not very large at all, but wickedly sharp. In her vanity, she'd sharpened them down to finer, crueller points, for aesthetic purposes, "I was looking forward to tearing out your throat if you tried. I haven't had any fun since I got here."
She pushed to her feet slowly, jutting one narrow hip out and resting a hand upon it. Looking like a petulant teenage girl, her narrow eyes skimmed the treeline for the stranger. If her was even partially in sight, the animal-keeness of her eyes would find him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:50 pm
Oh? That's not what your aura said. Jeika breathed in Bianca's ear, despite being a few yards away still. If it's fun you're looking for, maybe we should play. That said, Jeika appeared before Bianca, his figure falling back to the black and pale flesh tones from an ice blue which came over him as he darted about Bianca just moments ago.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:58 pm
He scared her a little, just for being unknown, and she kept her head for it, even though she knew he knew what she knew. She smirked, an expression that was almost as much a sneer, and leaned back against a rather tall gravemarker, drawing a black-papered cigarette, a Clove, out of one lace glove, and a slim silver lighter from the other.
"Ah get th' distinct impression you woul'n't play fair darlin'."
She lit her cigarette, taking a long drag, and exhaling slowly, emerald eyes hooded and calculating. She didn't bother to waste her energy on shrouding the slight fear that was obviously in plain sight.
"Besides, I'm wantin' for a little bit of a pick me up. I cain't promise you Ah'd be at the top of mah game."
((Ye gods her accent is exhausting. ><))
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 8:11 pm
Oh, is that so? he grinned, watching the girl as she took a drag of her clove. He folded his arms over his chest and shifted his weight on his feet, his grin a devilishly handsome one. You shouldn't let yourself go so long without dinner...he snickered, arcing an eyebrow to Bianca. But I must admit, I like what you've done with your fangs. His words danced about, a bit of taunting surrounding each syllable. He ran his tongue over his upper lip, his own razor fangs peeking from his lips. What sort of pick me up might you be in need of? Maybe I could help there, too. he offered, his eyes glittering with the desire to ruin this girl.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 8:23 pm
She laughed, softly, the right corner of her mouth perking up in amusement as she took another long, slow drag. She let it out slowly, watching him with increasingly-sharp eyes. Just another boy.
"You really do think you're somethin' special, don' cha?" she purred, sweet, low voice laden with contempt and, despite herself, interest, "Ah promise you, darlin', Ah'd no soonah take any nourishment you could offah me, than Ah'd have taken candy from a strangah as a chil'."
She didn't like looking so pale, it made her look so very obviously weak. But this boy . . . he was a predator. Or seriously considered himself one. Maybe that would keep her safe. If she couldn't fight back, where would the fun be for him? That could be just as entertaining as a fight . . .
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:16 pm
Think I'm something special? Jeika echoed, a mix of amusement and offense in his tone. Nn...you see, sweetheart, I don't have to 'think' I'm something special, he paused to grin to Bianca, a bonechilling grin that would make a mortal girl wish she were already dead, because I'm well aware of just how spectacular I am. The comment about himself made him laugh, and with his laugh he brought a breeze through the trees, a habit he was finding rather hard to kick. The breeze was just as cold as his eyes as he looked to Bianca again, his father's blood surfacing in his spirits. Are you interested in finding out just how 'special' I am? he asked, grinning to her still with the sick desire to shred her to pieces.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:26 pm
Her lips curled in a contemptuous, suicidal grin. He could crush her, he was old. She knew this, and she didn't care.
"Not in the least, you arrogant bastahd. Even if ah did, ah hate to beak it to yah, but Quinn women dun scream unless they'ah in bed,"The old joke slipped in on accident, but she didn't seem to notice, continuing on with an insae sort of confidence, "Besahdes, ah know what a real man is like. My brothahs, especially Lucius, could teah you apaht if you laid a single ill-intentioned fingah on me."
She crossed her arms, grinning smugly, knowing every word of what she'd said was true. Lucius was amazing and always had been. And what Bastian lacked in age, he made up for in the firece instinct to protect his twin sister.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:35 pm
Jeika's eyebrows rose in slight surprise, but his grin stayed in place on his lips. He shifted to run his thumb over his lower lip, and laughed out some as he shifted a step closer to Bianca. Oh, really now? Too bad you feel that way...I'm sure I could make you scream in ways you never thought you could. Cocky, sure, but it was his nature. He knew what he had, and how to use it - in all aspects of his persona. Jeika inhaled deeply, the aura of the girl somewhat arousing him.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:52 pm
She swallowed heavily and narrowed her eyes, refusing to let him get the best of her and make her blush. By gods she was not as fragile and decandent as she looked, and she wouldn't back down to an arrogant, womanizing, overbearing . . .
"Ah've got no doubt that yuh'd do a fairly good job of tryin' but ah'd rather keep the blood I DO manage to git in this gawdfo'saken place where it belongs, darlin'. And as lovely as ah look in vah'let, the shade of bruises doesn't quaht do me justice. So unless you have an offah to make which would make you look at me more lahk a human being and less lahk a piece of veal, ah'll have to politely declahne."
Despite the best of her efforts, his proximity and his voice made her shiver, not entirely unpleasantly, and the slightest of blushes crept into her cheeks.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:02 pm
Mmm, no...Jeika purred, licking over his upper lip as he reached out just enough to brush his thumb over Bianca's jawline, I never did like the look of a woman dressed in bruises. He kept his hand to her skin, the chill of it and the lack of sustanance not quite something he'd experienced. He shifted to pull his hand away and grinned widely to Bianca again, shifting on his feet once more, staying at the same distance he'd given already. That, and I never was one for veal. The joke was somewhat obscure, and he knew the girl probably wouldn't appreciate it, but he watched her closely anyways, inwardly wondering why a vampire like her would let themselves go to such a rock-bottom place before making an effort to find fuel.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:12 pm
She stiffened when he touched her, letting out a soft sound of protest, but knowing better than to pull away. She was the same, from time to time. Sudden movement makes predators strike. She blushed brighter, against all desire to stay cold, and looked up at him, eyes grudging,
"Ah see. Care to explain why the sudden in'trest in playin games with me, then? A moment ago, ah seemed to merely be in your way. Something change that ah should rectifah, so that ah'll be able to sleep at sunrise without feyuh of waking up with you there in the evening waitin' fo' meh?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:19 pm
That's a good question...Jeika thought to himself, eyes locked to Bianca's. Most amusing, really...he started, the desire to destroy her not as dominant as the desire to make her fall. You seem so confident, yet at the same time, you're really rather terrified. The words rolled off his tongue, almost as if the sentence was something he spit out frequently. He let his steps fall heavily as he circled her, taking in her aura from all directions before stopping just behind her shoulder, leaning close to her ear. But I can assure you, I won't be there waiting for you when you wake. You'd have to make a very, very nice impression for me to pull myself from the comfort of whatever bed I find to be there when you rise. He grinned sadistically behind Bianca, his hand reaching out to brush her oposite shoulder in a rather mock-seduction.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:28 pm
The touch startled her, so badly her teeth snapped together with a sharp click as she grit her teeth together against the torrent of chills it brough. She'd punctured her tongue with one fashionable sharpened fang. Oh, the price of beauty.
"I suppose there won't be a prahblem with me taking mah leave then, if ah can't hold more interest for you than that,"she said, slurring, just slightly, around a mouthful of her own blood, and a sore, throbbing tongue. She rolled her shoulder away from his touch and knelt, snatching Bastian's jacket from the ground, shifting to stand and start down the hill. Before she actually started her descent, she turned her head, and spat; nothing but blood came out from the wounded muscle in her mouth. Now she'd even paler when she arrived home. Bastian would be very cross, indeed, and so would Lucius if she ran into him, as well.
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