Mine All Mine (Jack and Laurel)

[Laurel Wayland]

Laurel sat on a bench in the cemetery, waiting for the sun to go down. She had been drawing the trees in her little notebook for the past hour and a half, and she didn't have to leave until dark. She wanted to stay as long as possible, and she knew her way back to the school quite well, so she was not worried about being out a few minutes after the sun had set.

Finally the sun dipped below the horizon and she began to pack up her belongings. She slipped the sketch book into her basket and threw the charcoal pencils in on top of it. She put her shoes back on- she'd taken them off to feel the dewy grass on her feet, ruining her stockings- and slipped into her coat. Now that the sun was disappearing, she began to feel the slight chill in the air.

Savoring her last few moments of time alone, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, exposing her graceful, pale neck to the night. She let the slight breeze tease the curls that hung around her face. The rest of her hair was pulled up as it should be on any lady over the age of fifteen. For once, she looked a proper lady.

[Jack Bryson]

Jack was around this women for the past hour, he was everywhere anymore. Now that he was getting the hang of this vampire way of life, hell he was unstoppable. He killed or threatened a women at least every other night, stalking more and more women every night, the fools who went out after the sun was low in the sky. Most did not even know he was several feet from them, watching intently. Jack found that a certain type of women roamed around alone at night, and that type of women, well they tasted a hell of a lot better than other women.

He was addicted to the drug of women. He was addicted badly, very badly. He would stop at nothing to get the women he wanted, even if it took days of stalking and searching, waiting for the right moment that she was alone, Jack would have her. He always got them.

He found this pretty little artist in the graveyard, where most of the foolish young girls seemed to venture. He watched her, perched up in a tree, his aqua green eye set on her. He always had a thing for red heads, and he was hardly able to contain himself any longer. He forced himself to, forcing himself to stay perched int he tree, unseen and unheard.

By the time the sun went down, Jack was twitching with anticipation. He waited till she was putting her things away to slid down the tree unheard. She was so... foolish. Jack smiled at the thought of biting into her soft throat when she pretty much gave it to him as she tilt her head back. He was almost drooling and he had to try to hold himself back, but his urge to bit was too strong.

Before he could stop himself, he went to charge at her. At the last second, he forced himself to fall, and he put on the display of the hurt young lad. He was no fool, he could get any women to come over to help him. He was a handsome young guy, with a charming personality and a pretty smile. Of course a women would help poor Jack. He landed onto the stone walkway, letting out a crying plea. "Miss!" He wailed. "Please! Help me!" He held his body, wrapping his arms around himself as if he was in tremendous pain, he lay on the ground in a heap, letting out a small groan...

[Laurel Wayland]

Laurel snapped to attention as she heard a man call out for her. "Miss!" She heard. She jumped up and hurried toward the groaning as best she could in petticoats, skirts, and a corset. She had left all her things behind at the bench, thinking of nothing but getting help for the wretched soul who was writhing about on the grass not far from her. "Please! Help me!"

She knelt to the ground beside the apparently injured young man and brushed his hair out of his face with one gloved hand. Her dress, which was a light sort of jade green, now had mud and grass stains at the knee and hem, but she wasn't thinking about that just now. Pulling her glove off with her teeth, she gently touched her now-bare hand to the gentleman's forehead to check for a temperature. "What's wrong?" She wanted to know. Her voice was soothing, but concerned. "Are you ill? Injured? Let me run to the street and find a cab to take you home." She began to rise to her feet.

[Jack Bryson]

Once the young women reached Jack, he couldn't help but quiver with delight as she felt his forehead. Her skin was soft, and he could only imagine how soft her throat would be, and how sweet and warm her blood would feel as it rushed down his throat. Without saying another word, the twisted vampire, looked at her, his stormy eyes holding a look of amusement as a smirk spread over his face. Nothing was wrong, the only thing that would be wrong... well it would be his thirst for her.

He then grabbed her by the shoulders, thrusting upwards, pulling himself up and then rolling over to try to pin her down. A evil laugh escaped his lips, his innocent, soft look gone now as he gazed down at the pretty red head he was over top of. "I'm not ill... just... hungry." he said with a soft purr. His eyes wandered from her face, down to her chest and down her body length. She was a prize. Ocean blue eyes then shot up to her face and he smiled to her. "I really have to thank you for offering to help me." He said, running his tongue over his fangs lightly, obviously hungry. She looked amazing, he could just feel her throat against his lips already. "Do you not like blood?" He asked, a curious lightness to his tone, even though the question was twisted.

OOC-sorry for the crappy post, distracted!

[Laurel Wayland]

Laurel noticed a strange look in the man's startlingly blue eyes as she turned to rise, but before she knew it the man had grabbed her shoulders and thrown her to the ground. She let out a strangled scream, and he fell on top of her, pinning her to the floor of the graveyard with his strong hands.

"I'm not ill. I'm just hungry," he said cruelly.

"You're mad," Laurel whispered, terrified of this monster. "I'll scream. I swear I will," she threatened. But who would hear her? It was after dark, and she was in an abandoned graveyard. This creature had chosen his stage well. There was no one here to help her, even if she could work up the courage to cry out for help.

"I really have to thank you for offering to help me," he said, his voice cold. "Do you not like blood?"

In a blinding moment of realization, Laurel realized what had happened to her neighbors, why they were found dead and drained of blood. She thought of Eric, who would be called to the scene when her body was discovered. Thinking of her lover made her fight back, and she struggled vainly against the monstrous man that crouched on top of her.

[Jack Bryson]

Jack just laughed at what she said, "You could say that deary, but... you'll never know if it's really true." He said with a wink and then he lowered himself over her, kissing up along her neck, even though he knew she would hate it. He grunted as she started to fight with him. He then grit his teeth together, gripping her arms harder and then staring at her harshly with his stormy eyes. "I suggest you don't scream, Ill only silence you faster." He said with an evil hiss. His fangs slid out in sheer aggravation as he worked to hold her still. She was fighter and it was throwing him off guard.

"Hold still!" he growled angrily, really being forceful, he didn't care if he hurt her. He wanted to bite her, so badly, the urge was kicking in heavily now and he was almost drooling over her. He then lowered his head again, brushing his lips up against her ears, "Go ahead... scream if you want. II wanna see if you have the guts to do it." He said with an evil grin, then kissing her throat once again.

[Laurel Wayland]

Laurel twisted and faught with everything she had, but she was tiring very quickly. She could feel bruises rising where the monster gripped her arms, and she whimpered and cried out as he kissed her neck. It made her feel filthy and tainted to have him touching her this way, and she desperately wanted him to leave her alone.

"Don't touch me," she spat out. "Don't you dare touch me!" She meant to sound threatening, but really, how much of a match could she be against this man? She tried to raise a knee to hit him with, but she missed and struck at the air.

As Laurel brought her gaze back to the monster's face, she saw fangs extend and all the breath went out from her lungs. She couldn't have screamed if she wanted to. "Go ahead," the man urged. "Scream if you want. I wanna see if you have the guts to do it."

She tried. Honest to God, she did, but all that came out was a sort of strangled cry that wouldn't have reached outside the graveyard. She was crying now, tears streaming down from her eyes and into her hair as she weakened in her struggle. "No, please!" She begged as the creature bent over her again, kissing her neck. "Please, let me go!"

Her voice was thick with crying and she was so terrified. She knew in that moment that she was going to die, and it was going to be before she could see her brothers again, and before she would ever marry Eric.