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 Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:06 pm
((THIS WILL BE POSTED AS A SERIES OF 5 CHAPTERS. BASICALLY, ME AND NOAH HAD AN AGREEMENT... I GOT TO WRITE A YAOI ABOUT SALAZAR AND AVARICE ONLY IF HE GOT TO WRITE A YURI ABOUT KIRAI AND EMILY. WELL, HE DID THE FIST HALF, THEN WE WORKED OUT TOGETHER HER RESPONSES AND ENTRANCES THROUGH ROLE PLAY, THEN I FINISHED UP THE REST... SO, ENJOY! <-- the yaoi is still a work in progress))
Part 1
The letter had just come in.
It was stamped and sealed by the RCS.
"Always a good sign” Thought Dr. Warwick Von Kraus as he walked down the row of inmates sentenced to be executed. His lab coat was a sharp clean white and his dark black hair had been slicked back in his usual fashion. He wanted to look good for his favorite little corpse-to-be. That would only hold true however, if she didn't follow along with this little plan.
Finally after a while of walking, the doctor came upon her cell and took a peek inside. Emily was a strong woman, and to this day remained unbroken by Kraus' tortures. She was just sitting on the floor, head down, most likely sleeping. “Miss Emily Lancaster, I have a deal for you.” Her body didn't move for a few seconds, almost like she was dead, but she rose from the ground and half walked, half limped to the cold iron of the gate.
“What kind of deal?” She asked voice surprisingly sweet, like a songbird.
“One from our lovely friends is the RCS. It would seem they are too incompetent to kill a woman on their own and require my assistance.”
“So why do you need me?”
The doctor chuckled a bit before continuing. “Because I am busy Ms. Emily. And I know you are SO good with people that I decided to be generous.”
A standard manila file materialized from the pocket of the crisp white lab coat and into Emily's hands.
“You are very good with men, no? Well this freak might as well be one.” This was of course referring to her choice of dress at the time, in the style of a male.
“I figure that if you can trick the dyke into an affair then it should be easy enough for you to do the job. Not to mention if you succeed....” There was a short pause as Warwick struggled to make out the words. “If you succeed, they take you off Death Row and you will be free to go. So what say you?”
Emily looked up for the first time during the interview, and one could see that she bore a light, pretty smile as she said. “Yes.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:16 pm
Part 2
Much later that night, Emily sat at her table in boredom, waiting for this girl, or whatever she was, to show. She wore long black strapless dress, black stilettos which she was surprised she could still walk in, and her hair was placed back in a bun with chopsticks. It was strange being able to dress up like this again. Not that she needed it; her form was pleasing enough to the men as was. Even as she sat simply sipping her martini she could feel the loose men eying her from across the room. It didn't take much for her to know what they were thinking, an easy target, wait till she leaves the bar and gang up on her outside, have their way with her and leave her in street somewhere. Thinking about it made the girl giggle softly. Silly men.
It wasn't too much longer before her theory came into play. A few drunks from the bar had been conversing among each other and came up with the brilliant idea to get with that girl. It would be real easy too, the booths had a black curtain for privacy, and most people used them so that they have a quickie before heading on home to their wives. All they had to do was close the curtain, tape the b***h's mouth shut and have a good time until they got bored of her. And the drunker they got, the better the idea seemed until at last the three drunks got up and started on over to the booth.
The stench coming from the men was nauseating. Emily could smell their drunkenness from all the way across the bar. When they approached her she cringed. How tempting it was to play along, draw them in close to her, till their bodies were only but inches away. And in that moment, take their lives. Yet, things were not as easy as that. She was a Nosferatu after all. Ever since the RCS had started their 'purging', she had been forced to be wary of her actions. The other patrons would probably scream 'witch' the minute she tried to stop them. After all, how else does a small girl like herself take down four brutish drunks? The men were getting closer now, sliding into the booth and getting very handsy. They whispered vile things into her delicate ear, and one of the men grabbed her pale, petite, arms while the other closed the curtain. Soon it would all be over.
Then, a hand wearing a white fingerless leather glove appeared between the two curtains, and pulled one of them back. A young male appeared, wearing a dark brown high-dollar top hat, a dark brown riding coat, black vest, slacks, and a gray silk shirt with a neck ruffle lined in matching lace. He had long blonde hair which was braided tightly back and tied with a black ribbon. Grown out wavy blonde bangs covered half his face. "Excuse me gentlemen..." His voice was feminine, but sounded relaxed and very natural, almost soothing. His uncovered eye peeked up from under the rim of the top hat, looking at the girl for a split moment before looking back down. "Might I join you for some drinks?"
The men didn't take to the intrusion lightly.
The largest man, who seemed to be the leader of the small group, brushed the younger guys hand off of him. His meaty hand shoved the boy's shoulder and knocked him back a bit. “Listen bud.” The brute started; the stench of booze thick in his mouth. “Me and my boys are having a 'private' meeting with a friend. So unless you want me to ******** your s**t backwards, you might want to take your drink to another guy.”
“Yeah! Tony doesn't take s**t from some faggy looking twig.” Sneered the guy who was holding Emily's arms. Making the others chuckle drunkenly as they began to run their hands on the girl's body.
“Leave some for me you pigs.” Tony barked, closing in on the boy. He was a good mite taller than the kid, by at least a foot and a half. Stronger too or at least appeared to be. “You gonna leave or what, queer?”
"A thousand times paltrier than flies..." The young man said firmly, tilting up his top hat with the palm of his hand, glaring up at the man as his right hand slipped into the pocket of his trousers. The white glove emerged from the pocket, the handle of the blade flashed momentarily when exposed to the dim light. "I'll gladly take my leave... after I take out the trash." The boy pushed Tony back through the curtain onto the table, landing on top of him, a silver old fashioned razor blade as his neck. The blade cut in deep and quick, blood spraying like a fountain as he convulsed on the table. Finally the brute gave out his last gurgle of life and laid slack on the table, dead. The others were drunk but not stupid; they scrambled quickly from the booth and ran out of the club screaming.
Emily watched all this in a feigned horror. On the inside she simply felt calm that she didn't have to risk her own life to kill the pigs. From what she could see, this was that girl the RCS wanted dead. Strange, she puts on being a guy very well. She's almost handsome. Suddenly, she realized that the men were gone and she and Kirai were alone in the booth. With perfect skill, Emily put her hand to her head and swooned onto the table, right into Kirai's arms. Pretending to have fainted.
Kirai looked down at the girl coldly and silently; Lanius' orders echoing in her head, ‘You are to capture the vampire. Your mission is to bring her back so her execution may be carried out. You are not to harm the vampire, nor are you to take her execution into your own hands.' She flipped the razor closed and slipped it down her sleeve, not taking her eyes off the girl. "Pity, sometimes... I almost think we are the monsters." Moving unnoticed through the curtain, Kirai silently slipped out of the bar with Emily in her arms.
Walking outside, she ventured down dark cobblestone alleys. White snowflakes began to softly float down from the cloudy night sky.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:22 pm
Part 3
Emily tried to sleep while she was being carried by the girl. Yet she couldn't stop shivering due to the cold. The snow had gotten heavier since they had left the club and now was showing signs of a blizzard. This girl, Kirai, was surprisingly strong for her size, very strange for someone who was supposed to be of human lineage. It really made her wonder why they hadn't suspected this earlier. But it didn't matter; this would be an easy job. Get situated with her, kill her, and go home. Simple.
A short while later Emily noticed that they had arrived at a small cottage. The girl fumbled with the key and managed to open up the door into the house. The inside was absolutely beautiful. The only thing that she could think to compare it to was an old dollhouse that she had as a child. She had to resist the urge to happily squee over it. Kirai had placed her down on a couch next to the fireplace and was working on trying to start it with some flint. Very old fashioned this one...What a good quality in a man, err I mean a girl. Emily lightly giggled at the mistake, soft enough so that only she could hear it. Now Kirai was sitting across from her, watching. Soon she would have to wake.
Kirai was shivering, but because of the way she held herself, you’d think 'he' was just fine. Walking over by Emily, Kirai draped the coat over her, tucking it in slightly around her to keep her warm. The coat smelled like a mixture of the finest cologne and burning leaves. Doing so, 'he' could not help but stop and stare for a moment, 'his' hand near Emily’s face. It's dangerous. Kirai's hand clinched and pulled back. After a moment of standing still, Kirai slowly paced over to the fireplace and added more wood to the fire. Through the windows, the snow was falling down in giant waves. The wind had picked up, too. I'll have to wait until the blizzard passes to take her in... 'He' jammed the spoke into one of the burning logs, causing several little sparks to fly up and vanish in the chimney. 'His' eyes watched, half closed, as the fire danced about as though it were alive. Taking off 'his' hat, Kirai could not help but think to herself sarcastically, What perfect luck.
It was a good hour or so later when Emily awoke with a cute yawn and looked around the room. “Oh, where am I?” She asked dizzily, rubbing her eyes to get a better look at the place. Earlier she had heard the 'man' talking about being snowed in. It was hard to hold in her excitement when she realized that he was right. The snow had already packed up to the windows and surely reaches even higher. This would be an easy job alright.
"A small cottage outside of town." Kirai answered, sitting across from the fire in a wooden chair 'he' had pulled up, a shot glass in 'his' hand with 'his' back turned to her. Standing up, Kirai walked over to a small table near the front door, on which was another 'his' top hat, a shot glass, and a bottle of brandy. "It won't warm you up, I am afraid... but it will make you feel warmer. Alcohol causes blood vessels to dilate, which shifts blood flow to the surface of the skin where nerve endings respond to changes in temperature." Turning around to face Emily, Kirai walked over across the room to where she lay on the couch, getting down on one knee as 'he' offered Emily the shot glass.
Emily took the shot glass and stared at the clear liquid, wondering for a moment if maybe Kirai was trying to poison her. Nonetheless, she smiled seductively and swallowed the shot before handing it back. Putting on an innocent face, Emily pleaded, grabbing onto the collar of ‘his’ shirt, “What happened to those men? They, they almost…” Her eyes started tearing up and her arms began to quiver. This is too easy.
‘He’ looked at her coldly for a moment before putting his arms around her and gently pressing her head against ‘his’ shoulder. “They left. You don’t have to worry about them anymore.”
Emily buried her head into Kirai’s shoulder, faking a loud moan and cry, although, if anyone could see her face… she was smiling.
Suddenly, a phone from somewhere within the cottage rang.
Removing Emily away from her and standing up, ‘he’ looked down at her. “I’ll receive that call… you warm yourself up-“ Right as Kirai took a step forward, Emily lunged out and grabbed ‘his’ wrist.
“Wait! What’s your name?”
There was a moment of silence between them, the phone ringing loudly in the background. Finally, Kirai ripped her arm away from Emily and turned around to hide a look of disgust that went over ‘his’ face, ignoring her question. Quickly moving to the next room, Kirai picked up the phone. “Yes?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:20 pm
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