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Post by Sophia Shrick-Chevalier on Mar 17, 2011 13:13:09 GMT -5
Again, she wore her usual attire of a black, lace corset, skirts with torn ends, heels, and no coat. She kept in what little warmth she had by wrapping her arms around herself. Blond hair hid her pallid features from view while her blue eyes were lit with what appeared to be a mixture of desire and hunger. Her mind wandered as she listened to the clatter of heels that came with each, slow step. Her cupid-bow lips were turned upwards with a faint hint of a smirk. Several things were flashing through her mind, but she managed to keep the remainder of her expression rather neutral. She appeared to be a modern woman taking a stroll, but it was hardly ever wise to judge a book by its cover.
In many ways, she was a sadist. She derived pleasure from masochistic tendencies and often took care of most of her needs within the span of a fling, although she was hardly a fool. She planned things carefully and with a precision that was rather surprising for a being that had her past. Granted, emotions often got in the way of logic. In the end, she came out no worse than she went in. In many ways, one could have said she was the perfect predator. She was able to blend in rather easily and with her personality, it was fairly easy to pass herself off as any twenty-two year old.
Some of her habits were hardly what one could call desirable. By nature, she always had sexual relations when it was time for her to feed. She wasn't afraid of being promiscuous and often times craved the excitement that came with it. Usually, she always found more excitement with other vampires because humans were hardly the type who could be rough enough to suit her needs. Humans, however, were an easier meal to come by where as vampires usually put up some form of a fight. It was always a toss up for her. Usually, she went for humans but for the first time in a long while, she was feeling daring.
The mere thought of it sent liquid fire coursing through her veins. It was certainly a thrilling experience and one that she usually put aside to keep herself safe from any, possible danger. Some went out of their way to make another vampire's life a living Hell and unfortunately for her, her son was one of the ones in that grouping. She was usually scared to even be near him but on a usual basis, she would probably risk the life she had to save his. It was the least she could do after abandoning him for Markus. A soft pang tugged at her as she recalled the memory of her deceased lover and creator. She couldn't believe how raw she was over his death, despite the fact a century or so had gone by, but she was determined to get him off of her mind by having a little bit of fun before the sun started to rise.
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 17, 2011 21:27:48 GMT -5
Jack was out, actually out in the town, which was unusual for him since he liked to stay away from huge crowds of humans. It was pitch black, so not many humans roamed around. That wasn't the point though, his icey blue eyes were bright, holding an adventurous look, they always did anymore.
He was drinking in the night, loving every moment of it, even though he hated who he was at the moment, that wasn't the point either. It was a wonderful night, even for a human, but they were wasting this wonderful night away with sleeping. He sighed lightly, wishing he could play with some food. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a pretty little women coming down the street, her heels clicking, breaking the otherwise silent night.
A small smile crept over the vampire's face. He was too young to tell the difference between a human and a vamp, a female was the same, whether she was alive or not. B-lining toward her, a smile playing his features. "Well arn't you a pretty sight." he said, coming up alongside her, matching her strides. He figured he'd make quick friends with her, chat with her... lead her some where.. and then have his way with her... |
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Post by Sophia Shrick-Chevalier on Mar 17, 2011 22:07:58 GMT -5
She turned toward him, her brows arching with an amused look. "Hello." She purred in response, the flirt portion of her rising almost instantly. She flashed him a smile, keeping her fangs in for the moment. Returning her gaze to look ahead, she kept on walking. "Let me guess..you lost your puppy, and it's in a dark alley where nobody can hear it." She giggled at the absurdity of the thought. Who did he think he was fooling?
A human female? Blue eyes flicked to look at him through her lashes. "Now, darlin', I'm sure you need somethin' so stop being coy and grow a pair." Her tone was challenging and demure. Eyes rolled momentarily in their respective sockets. It would be fun to toy with him, and she enjoyed the challenge it would present. To make matters even better, it would probably be easier control this one, considering he was already close to losing it.
After a moment of walking next to him, her pace quickened. This challenge was more obvious than the last. It was an attempt to bait him, to make him lose what little control he had and more importantly, to get what she wanted. It was her needs she was concerned with, not his. Her lips formed a pout as she ran her pale, slender fingers through her hair. She wasn't the patient type, and it was showing with each moment that passed by. Maybe not all men were stupid and maybe, just maybe, this one could take a hint.
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 18, 2011 19:59:59 GMT -5
Jack kept up after her as she quickened her pace, finding it odd that she was so cocky. He narrowed his ocean blue eyes, letting his fangs slid out with a slight smirk. She wasn't who he had taken her for, she was too... cocky to be a human out all alone at night. She wanted a challenger did she? "Not quite a puppy is lost dear." he said with a quick roll of his eyes.
He looked at her with an off look, "If I wanted something I'm pretty sure I'd let you know." he said with a grunt. "You ain't a human so I suggest you stop walking so fast, or are you afraid of male vampires like me?" he said, a devilish smile crossing his face. He knew human females were afraid of him, but he wasn't too sure about the female ones, they had their own way about them, Jack would just have to show her how it was done. "You seem like the type of whore that would enjoy going to find a lost puppy in a dark alley." he said with a small smirk.... ooc:Bah... museless |
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Post by Sophia Shrick-Chevalier on Mar 19, 2011 6:57:32 GMT -5
She hissed with annoyance. Now was the time she lost her temper, and it wasn't necessarily a pretty sight to see a seemingly young female's face contorting into something that resembled rage. Eyes sparked as she whirled upon the man with fangs bared. "Me? Afraid of a man like you? And I thought the humans were idiots." She sneered.
Blue eyes rolled with annoyance as she spun around on her heel. "By the by, actions speak louder than words. Let's see if you can figure that one out, hon." She mused as she momentarily stopped moving, her fangs sliding back into their concealment. "Now how about you stop acting like you're some big, bad predator on a power trip because I can promise you that this whore isn't going to do a damned thing with you in any alley until you pitch that attitude. If you can manage that for a few minutes, I bet you'll find that I, Sophia Fitz Shrick-Chevalier, stop acting like a cocky bitch." Blond tresses hid the pallid features of her face from view as her expression went neutral.
Ah, Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. Trembling, slender fingers ran through her hair. She could admit she needed relief as much as he did but that didn't mean that she didn't have standards. To most, she may have seemed like the run of the mill whore, but she did have rules to how she did things. The man behind her was no exception. "Now...if you can think you can handle that for a few minutes out of your oh so busy night, bite if you understand." Her words were interlaced with a challenge that practically dared him to do it.
OOC; Fia doesn't look pretty when she's pissed off. And the last sentence meant more than a single bite but be warned, she might bite him as well. I just love Fia. She's like a bipolar, psychotic whore. And don't mind the muse thing. Been there, done that. By the by, she might speak French to him out of habit, but I'll leave translations and such. :3
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Post by Jack Bryson on Mar 23, 2011 16:55:37 GMT -5
OCC: Haha ok, big muse time for Jack today Jack arched a brow at the bitch, watching as she bared her fangs, threatening him with her silly words. He came back at her just as threatening as she had been. Since the whore seemed to like it, Jack thought might as well get her pleased with herself.
He came back into her face, pushing her into the building wall next to her. He got her in her face, fangs sliding out slightly. Hell hath no fury like a young vampire bastard! His oceany blue eyes locked onto the woman's and he just gave her a charming smile. "Now sweetheart. Men might be the stupid ones, but the women... well they have attitude's... just like you do." He said, looking her up and down, smiling an evil smile, full of poison. Looking back up to her face, he drew his hips into her, pinning her harder against the building. "Not many women admit they are a cocky whore." He said with a chuckle. "So you must mean business." he said with a grunt, his fangs still out.
He grabbed her hard, his strong grip planted on her hips as he leaned harder against her still, "Are you a screamer? Cause I like a screamer." Jack's tone was full of seduction and lust. He gave her a smirk, figuring this bitch could take him to ways, either accepting, or she'd fight back. To be quite honest Jack didn't mind a fighter. "Oh, you have me very wrong. I AM a power hungry predator. So either you can get on your knees and plead for forgiveness, or you can try you luck at ripping my throat out." He said with a huge smile. |
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Post by Sophia Shrick-Chevalier on Mar 23, 2011 19:09:01 GMT -5
She snapped and snarled, jerking up her knee as she attempted to jam the hard surface against his manhood. One part of fought while the other part of her seemed to beg for more. Hips shifted as she stirred against him. "Tell you what, hon, I'll start screaming if you stop teasing like a little bitch." She purred playfully into his ear, twining her arms around his neck with a smirk pulling at her taut lips. She arched her back so that her body was pressed against his. It took her a moment to speak again.
"Mai je nourrir?" She couldn't help the noise that bubbled in her throat as the last word left her lips. How could a man that could be her son and then some get her blood pumping in such a manner? Compared to her, he was like a fledgling. She gently dug her nails into his shoulders while lifting her right leg to rub her inner thigh playfully along the outer portion of his corresponding leg. She couldn't think straight. To make matters worse, she was thinking at the speed of a snail.
Translation:
May I feed?
OOC:
Your muse is back, and mine ran away when my mom and her boyfriend came over. Muse thief. :c
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