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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 15, 2011 15:38:41 GMT -5
It was pouring, a little gift from the season called spring. Though, this gift was big because it had been raining all day. The streets were flooding, the ground was practically pools of mud, covered by a layer of grass.
The day was almost over, and if the clouds weren't blocking out the sun, the sky would be orange and pink. But alas, mother nature was angry with the world today and pounded down rain. Wandering in from the forest surround Devil's Hollow, Jack had no idea where to go, and how to do things. I was almost like after this change he had gone through, made him think in a new way, and every part of his body told him to be cautious. Walking silently into a graveyard, Jack shook his soaked hair, water spewing from it. Not like it helped, it only got drenched a few minutes later.
He didn't know what to do with himself, he was a creature that no one wanted around and he killed the only person that stood at chance at loving him. He was glad it was raining and the clouds were covering the sun, he learned shortly after his first day as a vampire that he was forbidden from going into the sun. It pained him to think about it, he really did enjoy the warmth of the sun, but now he wears a mark from where it had burned his shoulder and upper arm when he left his home.
Walking around the many graves that resided in Devil's Hollow, he read off some of the names, thinking about how his fiance's name would be on one soon enough, if and when they found her body. He wondered what they would think, if they would assume an animal had killed her. What was he thinking, he was an animal. His aqua green eyes had large black rings under them, and he almost drug his feet as he walked along. He was no happy with who he was at the moment, and he wasn't happy with what he did. What was he suppose to do? He had to suck it up and get over it.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, the new vampire sat atop a stone fountain, no water came from it, it was stagnant and full of algae. He ran his tongue over his fangs, annoyed with them already. They got in the way, cut and rubbed into his gums and most of all, they were the reason he killed. With a rather long sigh, Jack looked to the sky, closing his eyes and letting the cold rain fall onto his face. Then it stopped, just as sudden as it began. Arching a brow, Jack opened his oceany eyes and just stared at the sky, already the clouds were thinning out, the sun was down low enough that it wouldn't effect Jack if the clouds did go away fast enough... |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 15, 2011 22:08:53 GMT -5
She needed to be back, soon. Surely she would be caught if she wasn't. Panicking, Mercy ran through the graveyard, a short cut to the school. She wasn't supposed to even go off of the grounds. But... well, she had been seeking someone out. Yes, Tyler. She adored him and every moment they spent talking to each other. She just couldn't stay away from him.
Out of breath, Mercy had to come to a stop, leaning a little against a gravestone, a look of surprise crossing her face when she saw a man. She couldn't tell if he was mourning or not, but she felt as though she had intruded. "Sorry," she said, blushing and backing away, her chest heaving a little. She was... well, Mercy was gorgeous, long brown curls flowing brilliantly down her back and a dark blue dress on, bringing out her stormy ocean blue eyes. A silver necklace hung perfectly over her chest and the sleeves of her dress came down to reveal her perfect shoulder.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, how rude of me..." she knew she should leave and head back to the school before the headmistress discovered she was gone... (Ok, kinda short, but you'll live!) |
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 16, 2011 14:49:11 GMT -5
Jack's head snapped back down once he heard frantic paced foot falls. Then her scent hit his nostrils and he blinked in shock. Opening his eyes wider now, the pupils dilated bigger. His breathing picked up some and he almost shied away when she noticed he was sitting by the fountain. She was way too close, and as she spoke, he scooted away, in almost a panicked manner. He didn't want to kill again. With his chest moving more rapid, his ocean blue eyes locked onto her's. "Y-You don't have to the one that's sorry." he said, stuttering and backing away. Jack knew this young women would think he was a crazy person for acting like she was going to kill him, but it was quite the opposite. He could feel his heart beating louder, and the burning in his throat. His mouth went moist and his eyes lowered to her delicate, soft looking neck. She would be so lovely to sink his teeth into, she would just melt right into him. Her blood smelt amazing, and he could almost feel the warmth of her, trickling down his throat....
He grunted, closing his eyes and shaking his head when he realized he was thinking about biting her. That was the worst that could happen, she looked wealthy... and that meant people would be looking for her if she went missing. Jack didn't want to be responsible for another pretty woman's death. He stood up off the fountain, grabbing onto a tombstone next to him, his knuckles turning white. "Please... don't be sorry." the tone was almost painful, in a way it was. It was hard trying to hold back urges. He just hoped she wasn't one of those friendly types who came in close to see if he was ok.... |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 16, 2011 15:00:44 GMT -5
Mercy was a little taken aback by the man's reaction toward her. He looked almost scared and she couldn't quite understand why. She didn't believe herself to be at all intimidating. She wondered if she should leave, but she couldn't help but step forward, closer to him. "Are you alright, sir?" she asked him, sounding genuinely concerned. "You look rather pale."
Her blue eyes stared at him, wondering what could possibly be wrong with him. "Are you sick? Is there anything I can get for you?" She looked down for a moment at the tombstone he clutched, arching a slender brow. She moved a little closer, not realizing how close she could be to death. She had no idea just how lethal this man was. |
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 16, 2011 20:22:27 GMT -5
Jack only laughed at what she said, yes... pale. His eyes lowered away from her, her movements, they were so fluid and lovely. All he wanted to do was pounce, to sink his teeth into her. How glorious would this day be, catching a prize like her. He stepped away once more as she came closer. "Yes, I'm fine." he forced himself to say, clenching his teeth, and then grinding them together.She was so... enticing. Her pretty eyes just making everything worse.
Jack smiled once again, as the pretty fool walked forward yet. "Your my medicine." he said, fangs bared and then coming at her. He had her in an instant, spinning her around and holding her against his chest tightly, his lips brushing against her throat. Closing his blue eyes, he took in her scent, exhaling his warm breath over her skin. "Your so pretty." he cooed, reopening his eyes and kissing her neck. He knew she would squirm, but the good thing about vampires was, they too were intoxicating, no matter what they were doing, the human must feel aroused along with fear. Joy replaced the look in Jack's eyes, the feeling of her against him made his body twitch in pleasure. "You have no idea what your curious nature just got you into." he said in a whispered tone, dragging his lips down her neck again, closer and closer to her throat. |
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Mercy Scarborough
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"Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand."
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 16, 2011 21:07:31 GMT -5
Confusion hit Mercy and she stared at this man like he was crazy. As he approached, she backed away/ "Excuse me?" she asked him, hoping she had heard him wrong. He sounded crazy. She couldn't stop him when he came at her and she let out a cry of protest, squirming in his arms. What the hell had she gotten herself into. She stopped squirming as he kissed her neck, fear coursing through her. "What are going to do to me?" she asked, fear audible in her voice. She tried pulling away from him, but he was too strong.
"Please, let me go," she said, voice tight. She tried to elbow him in the gut, panicking. Her heart was pounding, scared of what he might do to her. Was he going to rape her? Kill her? "Please, I'll give you anything if you just let me go," she said, shying away from his lips. She felt so strange and a lightheaded feeling started to come over her, hyper aware of each place their bodies touched. "Please," she whimpered, tears springing to her blue eyes...
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 17, 2011 11:07:04 GMT -5
Her fear drove him insane, his blue eyes open wide as she squirmed. It was no use, she would just end up tiring herself out. Poor thing. He held onto her, still up against her, pressing her into him. He swayed with her slightly, debating on when he should bite her. He liked to get a woman's blood pumping, it stirred it up and made it taste better, but she was so damn sexy and it was hard to control himself.
Jack brought his lips up to her ear, "Shhhh... I won't do anything too bad." he said with a groan at the end, then a smiling crossed his face, fangs present. She really started to squirm now, and he just held her, rolling his eyes. "Your making it a lot harder than it needs to be." he said, growling, grabbing her and spinning her away from him now. He knew a way to get her blood going, a little chase. "Run." he grunted, smiling evily, his fangs bared and gleaming. Jack was a new vampire, there for took forever to kill his food, and liked to play with it. He cracked his neck and knuckles, waiting for the little morsel to bolt away... |
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Mercy Scarborough
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"Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand."
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 17, 2011 11:23:57 GMT -5
He didn't need to tell her twice. Mercy bolted away from him, lifting the skirts of her dress so she wouldn't trip over them. Adrenaline pumped through her, urging her forward, faster and faster. The poor girl was terrified, running in the direction of the one person she knew would help her. The one person she wouldn't get in trouble with.
Running through the line of trees, Mercy was hoping to lose this freak, her heart pounding. Her chest heaved and she did her best not to trip over anything in the woods. She looked behind her, trying to see if he really was following her and how far behind he was. She couldn't see him though and kept running, coming up to a tree because she could go no farther. Pressing her back to it, she listened,trying to still her breathing and slow her pounding heart. Turning, she faced the tree, staying close to it and peering around it. She must have lost him... |
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 17, 2011 12:16:02 GMT -5
Jack smiled seeing the pretty girl flee. He let his eyes close and he counted to ten, and then opened his eyes, she was gone out of sight. He had to give her credit, she was good at being silent, even when she was running for her life. She wasn't one of those annoying bitches who screamed as they ran, simply giving themselves away and making the chase boring. He really picked a winner here, he laughed to himself and then took off in the direction of her scent. There was no way she would get away from him, but she didn't know that, and that's what makes these things fun for him. Oh, that and the fact he gets to eat.
Like the ruthless predator he was, he sprinted quietly, his eyes wide as he searched around for her, a smile planted over his face. He gave her more credit after he had to turn and sprint in the other direction at least three times, she was a smart girl. Her scent was getting stronger, and he could feel the adrenaline in the air. He smirked, baring his fangs, pin pointing her. She was smart, but not smart enough. Rule number one.. don't stop running.
As she turned to peer around the tree, there he was, on the other side of it, staring her down. "Boo." he said with a large, twisted smile. He waited for her to scream and run off. The chase had gone on long enough, he was too hungry to wait any longer. Like a cat playing with the mouse, eventually... it grows boring... |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 17, 2011 12:35:25 GMT -5
Mercy screamed, the sound echoing through the air of the forest as she stumbled back. She hit the ground, crawling backwards. "Please," she begged him, shaking. She couldn't run anymore. And even if she did, she knew he would catch up to her. "Just let me be. Don't touch me." She managed to get to her feet, backing away from him and getting the skirt of her dress caught on a thorn bush, creating tears in the bottom of it.
There was a look of pure fear in her eyes as she looked at him. Why was she so stupid? Why did she have to go out and be rebellious like this? "My father will send someone to search for me," she said, trying to think of a way out of this. "They'll find you." She jutted out her jaw a little, but tears started slowing down her pretty face even as she tried to be brave. She was trying to muster up the courage to run for it again, but she was practically frozen by fear. |
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 17, 2011 13:20:51 GMT -5
Jack only laughed after she screamed, he drunk in her scent and then closed his eyes, listening to the scream echo through the dark night. She was so foolish for running through wooded area, she should have made a mad dash for a more crowded area, like in town. He wouldn't have even tried to touch her there, even if no one was around. He shook his head, walking slowly after her as she fell backwards, only watching her crawl away. He wouldn't attack her while she was down on the ground, and he smiled... happy she stood up. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth, "Please is only going to make things worse." He said, smiling, his fangs showing. "You really are the prettiest little thing." he said still walking after her.
Watching her get up, he cocked his head slightly to the side. "Oh, your daddy's men are going to save you? Why his men? Is he too big of a pussy to stop me himself?" he asked with a slight laugh. He watched her tear up, and he just shook his head. "Come'on sweetheart. Who said I was going to kill you?" after he said that, an idea hit his brain. If he didn't drain all of her.. well then he could keep coming after her... over and over. She was well worth coming back for. Just the smell alone drove him nuts. A twisted smile then crossed his face.
He dove at her, grabbing her and then laying her down on the ground... ok... more like slamming her. "Sorry bout that Miss." he cooed with a sarcastic smirk planted on his handsome face. He straddled her, pinning her down easily. Running his hands up the front of her dress, he ripped the front of her corset, exposing her breasts more. Then he lowered himself over her, his chest pushing down on her's. "Feel free to moan." He said with a dark chuckle. Pinning her shoulders down, Jack lowered his face into her neck, kissing her at first. His breathing was rapid, she was driving him insane. He drug his fangs along her soft... smooth skin before he found a good place to bite her.
Nuzzling her neck, he then bit down hard, his fangs sliding easily into her. Her warm metallic, sweet tasting blood filled his mouth and he drank away, paying attention to how much he drank so he didn't kill her. His eyes slid closed in pure pleasure... |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 17, 2011 14:12:49 GMT -5
Mercy tried backing away, but he slammed her into the ground, knocking the air out of her, dazing her. She squirmed under him, terrified. She was defenseless as he pinned her there, ripping her corset. "NO!" she screamed, her cries unheard by anyone but the man on top of her. She tried to cover her breasts more, struggling with him until he laid his own chest on hers, making it difficult for her to move.
He was a monster and no matter what she did, he was too strong for her and she was unable to escape. A sickening feeling came over her, feeling his lips against her neck. And then came the bite. Her scream was louder this time, full of pain before fading away only be be replaced by whimpers. She stopped squirming, unable to fight anymore. "Stop," she whimpered, afraid. Her hands gripped his arms tightly, but only out of pain and fear. He was biting her, she was losing blood... she had never experienced something like this before. And she didn't like it, not at all. Her heart was pounding as his chest pressed against hers. "No..." she whimpered again, moving her head to try and dislodge him from her neck, crying out as she did so... |
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 17, 2011 21:36:26 GMT -5
Jack only provoked more screaming from her, if anything.. he liked it. In fact, he loved it. He wanted to hear more screaming. He shivered in pleasure when she grabbed his arms, he only pushed down on her harder, readjusting and biting down harder on her neck, blood oozing from her wound, leaking from the corners of his mouth as he tried to keep up with.
He let out a evil growl as he tried to pry his face away, the growling vibrating through his whole body. If she squirmed too much he would kill her without hesitation. He hated bitches that squirmed too much. he pulled away from her neck, clearing his mouth of any blood. He bared his fang in a evil grin, and he went back down, only to bite right above her breast, loving the feel of them. He grabbed her arms, forcing them back down as he fooled around with her now. He figured he might as well play around with her since he was keeping her alive. He was doing her a favor, wasn't he?
He purred, rubbing his face against her's, kissing her cheek and then her lips, sticking his tongue in her mouth. "Show me you like it." he said with a soft groan, smiling wickedly after ward... |
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Mercy Scarborough
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"Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand."
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 17, 2011 21:49:28 GMT -5
Mercy cried out in pain again as he bit her above her breast. She fought with him for a moment as he pinned her arms back down, but resistance was futile. Before she could even cry out again, his lips were on hers and his tongue was in her mouth. "No," she cried, shaking her head when he told her to show him he liked it. "Get off of me." She felt sick and exposed, tasting the blood in her mouth.
"Let me go." Her voice was tight, tears flowing freely down her pretty face. Blood ran down her neck and over her chest, making her feel light headed. She could barely breathe and just wished this nightmare would end. She didn't want him touching her anymore. She stopped trying to squirm completely, laying there and just praying he would get off of her and let her be. She couldn't possibly go home like this, dress torn up and bloody... |
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 18, 2011 20:08:02 GMT -5
Jack rolled his eyes, finding her to be whiny now. "Oh sweetheart, you just need to learn to relax." He said this as he got up, running his hand along her cheek as he did so. His ocean blue eyes slashed acros her face, his fangs revealed in a evil smile. "Because I will be seeing you quite often. If you don't mind." He purred. He picked her back up, brushing her off as best he could, then licking her neck and chest area to clean up as much blood as he could, not for her to be clean, but just so he could taste one last taste of her blood before he forced himself to go away from her.
He backed up, staring at her face. "Go ahead, rest up deary, I would advise you rest before you pass out from lack of blood." He said with a small wink. He backed away from her more, letting out a small sigh before making a kissing noise toward her and then turning on his heel and walking off. He was surprised he was able to leave the little beauty that easily, he was proud of himself, and he was full... that was the best part. |
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