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| Topic Started: Friday, 17. April 2009, 09:21 (149 Views) | |
| Tirion | Friday, 17. April 2009, 09:21 Post #1 |
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“It just keeps getting better...” The metro train was rolling to a stop now; the dim light crept down the tunnel with the aggravating screech of the wheels piercing the air as he buttoned up his long leather coat to cover up the crimson stained shirt. It wasn’t through guilt, since for once he was legitimately innocent of a crime, but it he wasn’t in any mood for theatrics on his way home. The night had been simple enough, exploring the city a little further and allow curiosity curb his dark hunger for hurting people, but instead of walking back he decided that the train would be a safer bet in these early hours in the morning. Only two or more hours till sunrise, he had done everything but feed and there was always meat scurrying in the alleyways. He had shared a compartment only with a stereotypical criminal youth, hence the empty carriage, and he was right to profile him. Especially when the fucker pulled a knife and demanded his wallet. Now he was there, with a stomach half full of blood and a man full of holes from his all knife. After he manoeuvred the knife into the bastards own stomach, it seemed only appropriate to take a drink after he exerted a satisfying amount of violence on the mortal. And then he heard that god awful ring. He wiped the blood from his mouth, unable to remove the stains from his palms while he zipped up the man’s hooded jacket to cover the wounds and slump him into a corner seat. It would have to do, hopefully make a good story for the morning news when he was long gone with no eye witnesses. He waited at the door, his body still and relaxed despite the anxiety within. He was only immortal so long as nothing killed him, and killed he could be. He grimly couldn’t remember what he had done with the knife, suspecting it was in plain sight behind him. He glanced away from the doors, hoping it would somehow accelerate the process only to see the blood soaking through the dying mans clothing. His kills were discrete and that’s what made them beautiful but this was just another nail in his paranoid coffin. Now he was rather panicked, one slip up could result in his face being plastered as a murderer. No more fun to be had, no more picking off the disease one body at a time. He saw the pale face of a potential threat reflecting on the glass as he moved back into the carriage having spied the light reflect off the knife. Perhaps the disaster could turn into an opportunity. All the excitement and tenseness could be fun in itself, and he was always eager to try new things. He picked up the knife and slipped it up his sleeve, taking a seat next to the bloodied man to hide him while the train carried on. There was plenty of time until the next stop. |
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| cantayana | Friday, 17. April 2009, 13:53 Post #2 |
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Rubbing her milk chocolate eyes, Cantayana stood in the Métro station to await the arrival of the next train. The hour was extremely early but it had merely been a very long night for the young Revanant as she continued to keep herself awake. She'd been partying all night long and ended up staying the night with some extremely gorgeous man that was so fucked up that he couldn't get it up. After he had fallen asleep, Cantayana quickly gathered her clothing which consisted of a light pink 'tea dress' as they called them and a pair of sparkling flip flops. She honestly loathed the outfit that her best friend, Claire, had picked out for her but didn't feel like arguing with her so she just wore it and ended up parting ways with her early in the night. Her obsidian locks were curled and layered around her face in a most beautiful way; a look that she wasn't partial to but once again, Claire insisted she appear more lady-like. Huffing aloud at the idea, Cantayana turned to her right to see the train approaching and noticed that only a few people were standing in line with her. Maybe three or four. She could care less and was ready to get home to sleep in the beautifully decorated room of her Master's haven. "Goddddd," she breathed harshly, "Come the fuckkkk on! I'm tired..." The train stopped and Cantayana noticed her odd features reflecting off the glass of the windows; making a mental note to never allow Claire to dress her up again. Ever. The only thing she noticed about herself was the piercings on her face and that was it. As the doors automatically opened, the Revenant slowly stepped inside with her face lowered while trying to rub the sleepyness from her eyes then noticed that nobody else was in the same carriage as her. The train had already began moving so she glanced around and saw two men sitting next to one another; one was slumped over as if asleep and the other was there with a weirded out expression upon his face. Then she noticed the blood soaked cartigan that the "sleeping" man was wearing. "Ummm," she mummbled to the passenger sitting next to him, "Yeah, I didn't see a fucking thing..." Taking a seat next to the door, Cantayana crossed her legs even though the position wasn't a favourite but she didn't want to flash her assests to whatever pervert wanted to take a peep. She twiddled her fingers together and watched them so she wouldn't get nosey for prying into someone else's business wasn't something she cared to do. Of course, she liked putting her two cents in everything but this seemed like a situation that would alter her arriving at home later than she wanted. The scent of copper infused sanguine caught her senses and she nearly wanted to drool from just the smell then began desperately fighting the urge to lick up the sleeping man's blood from his body. Cantayana peered over to the two passengers and began staring at the one who appeared freaked out about one thing or another. Now, she had always been an observer so she began to wonder why he seemed worried or scared. If he had murdered the man next to him, he wouldn't have sat next to him but then again, to keep people from thinking that he hadn't, he would just act as if nothing was bothering him; keeping it simple to make them believe the slumped over man was just sleeping... not dead. Quickly shaking the thoughts from her mind, Cantayana returned her attention to her fingers and pretended not to notice anything out of the ordinary. Afterall, she had seen many things that would bring about the worst nightmares and had actually been apart of some of those things. But that was neither here nor there... |
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| Tirion | Saturday, 18. April 2009, 04:38 Post #3 |
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He was anxious, thankfully adrenaline was no longer causing him to twitch and shuffle as if he was alive. The first girl on caught his eye, pretty little thing that immediately perked his curiosity. His eyes followed her figure as she made her way to her seat, though he suppressed a smirk when the dress nearly blinded him. Tasteful clothing wasn’t a virtue, it was just sensible. She glanced over at him and met his eyes, causing her to return her attention to her digits while he continued to take her in. Always the pretty ones... he thought, the hand on the hilt of the blade looser now but still concealed up the black jackets sleeve. Thankfully the other people at the station were waiting for something else, though he could see one pointing and whispering. Either way, he had a little privacy which was just what he wanted. The doors sucked shut and again the train rolled off. There was a familiar smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the carriage, hence the ‘costume’. He had pushed himself off the ripped seat, away from the man who was still alive due to the twitching of limbs, and taken a few steps down the rumbling steel tube. His hands were in his pockets briefly, allowing the knife to slip away as he took a seat opposite her, leaning forward with his arms supporting his torso. His head was low to attract her away from her hands. “Hi.” He said rather kindly as if trying to put someone at ease in unfamiliar surroundings. “My name is Bart.” He was cautious. At this time of night it was dangerous for such a...ripe individual to wander around in the darkness, showing her merits (he thought as he now had a better view of her thighs) without having some sort of defence against people like him. In a world of darkness, she could very well be unnatural. He smiled when she looked him in the eyes, friendly and polite as he noted the tiredness in her face. Quite frankly she was adorable, and that might save her from his wrath, especially now since he had already satisfied his lust for bloodshed moments earlier. “Don’t worry about him. Too much to drink I suspect.” His bloodied palms were facing down as if he attempted to absolve himself completely of the crime, unaware that the blood had stained his teeth so much. “Though one should worry about themselves. Why out so late sweetheart?” his sweet words could only do so much, unaware of her knowledge of what he was. |
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| cantayana | Saturday, 18. April 2009, 15:48 Post #4 |
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Cantayana remained studying her fingers as if they had a life of their own and was trying so damn hard not to stare at the two other passengers. For a brief second, when she did ominously glare at the worried man, she had caught his eyes and noticed that they were lifeless and dull; eyes she had seen so many times before from the other Cainites of her family line. It wouldn't have been quite so obvious to anyone else but having seen into his windows to the soul, she knew what he was... But when the man started to move, the young Albigensian couldn't help but to acknowledge his movement and watched him without moving her head as to be discreet about her own actions. Her pretty orbes followed him while he sat down across from her, leaning forward to, what she thought, was to be closer to her then proceded to speak to her in a nice manner; one she hadn't expected. “Hi.” Cantayana merely lifted her head to give a weary smile. “My name is Bart.” She arched a brow in his direction then smirked, "Giving me your fucking name isn't telling me what happened to your companion over there..." Turning her head in the ''sleeping'' man's direction, Cantayana giggled in her own girlish way then brought her attention back to Bart when he answered. "Don’t worry about him. Too much to drink I suspect.” Cantayana laughed aloud with a seductiveness apparent in her little giggle fit and was only thinking about his words; how dishonest they were. She knew that Bart had obviously fed from him and it was more than obvious by the staining of vitae all over his teeth. Leaning back into the fairly comfortable seat, she grinned while taking mental notes about the rather handsome man that sat a foot or so away from her. Oddly enough, he was pleasant and she kind of liked being in his presence but didn't really want to get too close to him for he could end up propping her up against the railing to make her appear that she was sleeping when, in fact, he'd killed her. Not a very good scenario, in her opinion. “Though one should worry about themselves. Why out so late sweetheart?” Ohhhh, Bart was too gentle with his words and Cantayana was already beginning to adore him even though he liked to feed on the vitae of others. Who could blame him? Hell, even she liked sipping on blood, well, loved it, actually, and couldn't deny him just for being himself for it was his nature. The whole blood thing... Uncrossing her legs, Cantayana leaned forward to remove herself from the comfort of her seat and glided over to Bart where she bent down towards his lips. She slowly slipped both of her hands onto his cheeks as to not frighten him and softly pressed her pierced puckers against his cool lips. While she was trying not to kiss, the lustful Revenant slid her warm, pink muscle into his mouth and licked away the vitae from his teeth then abruptly ended her kiss which lacked any amount of passion. Her hands were quickly withdrew from his face and she kneeled down in front of him with a sedutive smile upon her facade. "I'm heading home for the day," she grinned while running her tongue across her lips, "Besides, the next time you smile at a pretty girl, try not to get blood on your teeth. Kind of represents you badly and they may not be interested." |
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| Tirion | Monday, 20. April 2009, 04:13 Post #5 |
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It was with immense difficulty he suppressed his surprise of her reaction, the genuine shock that engulfed him when she giggled madly at the dark scene. He suspected drugs at first, but no amount of drugs would cause someone to lick the blood out of someone else’s mouth. The wetness of her tongue and warmth of the lips as she lapped it up sent shivers up his spine, clarifying that she was indeed mortal. But what a mortal. “You’re one sick puppy.” Gathering himself, he was suddenly washed over with euphoria and excitement of meeting this girl. She was tired, worn and vulnerable yet she openly provoked a vampire, which she knew was real, to have his wicked way. “Well maybe I want the pretty girls to see. Apparently it makes them very sociable.” He mimicked her playful an alluring expression as he craned further forward to have a closer look at her. He kept his hands away for now, though he wanted to stare into those eyes for hours. Her skin was flawless to look at, making her look more unreal than Kindred. “Wow isn’t that something. Simply gorgeous.” He muttered being nonspecific as his red eyes continued to dart around her features. His smile widened. “So what do I call you then? Cause I’ve been in this game awhile now and never had anything like you before.” He straightened his spine suddenly, allowing his arms to slip onto the seat as he lowered himself onto the ground with her, kneeling opposite and getting closer again. “Or better yet what happens when I do this?” he brought his index and middle finger into his mouth and bit sharply upon them until they spouted blood. He then dangled the phallic symbol in front of her face, wondering how drugged up or twisted she really was. It could also mean the start of a beautiful friendship. |
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| cantayana | Monday, 20. April 2009, 06:35 Post #6 |
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“You’re one sick puppy.” Cantayana grinned having being called a sick puppy but it was not meant in a derogatory manner, or so she believed. Bart was attractive, luscious, and absolutely delicious to gaze upon and the young Revenant wanted to eat him up; quite literally. A sinister expression replaced her smile as he continued to chit-chat with her. “Well maybe I want the pretty girls to see. Apparently it makes them very sociable.” "In your case, it might but you've attracted a sick puppy..." she smiled while returning to her seat and sitting down, crossing her legs swiftly and without haste. The Albigensian stared back at Bart; gazing almost lovingly into his yearning crimson eyes and taking in her surroundings. Even though she was past the point of exhaustion, she had never felt so alive being around this particular piece of work and she wanted to explore every possible avenue with him just because she could. Eyeing him with lust, Cantayana felt her pretty hues becoming dry from the lack of blinking so she closed them for a split second and blushed madly as he spoke a simple statement that could have been about someone or something else. “Wow isn’t that something. Simply gorgeous.” "True monsters are 'simply gorgeous' to gaze upon," she retorted in the same nonspecific tone of voice as he had. “So what do I call you then? Cause I’ve been in this game awhile now and never had anything like you before.” "You will have to continue playing in order to have something like me," Cantayana giggled with her hand slithering its way over her pierced mouth then whispered her name, "Call me Cantayana..." All of a sudden, Bart straightened his back then lowered himself onto the floorboard of the train and kneeled in front of her like she was some kind of princess. The act stroked her ego unbelievably. She was special in every sense of the word but this was what she loved, admired, and wanted, when he lowered himself in front of her. Smiling seductively at the nightwalker that got closer, Cantayana leaned forward to meet his face with her own and batted her eyelashes. “Or better yet what happens when I do this?” Quizically watching him with her head tilted to the side, the Tzimisce Revenant watched as his fingers entered his mouth then came out with sanguine dripping from two digits. Her mouth fell agape at the enticing vitae that was dangled in front of her and her mouth started to water almost to the point of drooling onto her dress. She stared at his fingers with a bloodlust and swiftly grabbed his hand; pulling herself onto the floorboard with him to force her warm body closer to his. "It looks absolutely," she began and licked her lips, "Delicious. May I?" Without waiting for his response, Cantayana devoured his fingers and lapped up his vitae greedily; the desire for more was becoming apparent as she started sucking the wounds for more blood. His sanguine had that thick consistancy she loved and her belly wanted more but she retracted his fingers from her mouth then kissed the tips of his fingers softly. "Play with me," Cantayana demanded then stuck out her tongue before using her finger to open the small muscle with the use of Vicissitude. Her tongue split open; not cut open, but was forced open only slightly to allow a profusion of blood to trickle out of the small wound. Of course, it was painful so she winced but pain was something she enjoyed to the fullest extent and hopefully he'd figure out what she was; a naturally supple Tzimisce Revenant. Not a fucking ghoul... |
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| Tirion | Thursday, 30. April 2009, 05:56 Post #7 |
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“Ooh...” he crooned, their bodies so close he was leeching the heat from it. His hand had slipped around her back and to the small of her back and added a delicate push to hold her to him. His other hand was held in hers, still completely intrigued by the mystery of this girl. He couldn’t help but have wicked thoughts run through his head as her head bobbed on his fingers, playing with them before finally letting him have them back. ”Play with me” he gave her a fanged smile, a smile that turned to fascination as her flesh was warped before him. “So that’s what you are...” he muttered, recalling the brief teachings his sire gave, though since most her dealings were with the Sabbat he had basic knowledge of these ‘Revenant families’ His wet hand teased the side of her face with the thumb tracing her lips. Their faces were close now; he wouldn’t let her back away even if she tried. His face was tilted, his red locks tickling her face as he gave into his urge and kissed her top lip, sucking the saliva from it. “You taste nice.” He whispered, leaning in to tenderly caress the bottom. “Oh God help me...” he parted her pierced lips and allowed his cold tongue to slip in and taste her further. His hand slipped down her back, onto her rounded bottom and pushed her closer to him, grinding their groins together through the fabric. “Cantayana.” He muttered, his hand now hiking her dress intent on fulfilling the request of playing with her. “There are still a few hours till dawn. Can you make it that far?” His fingers became warm and moist, certain he felt a shiver up her spine. “I’m getting off at the next stop. I want you to come with me.” His hand had slowly spooled up and would soon be roughly finger fucking her. “You coming?” |
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| cantayana | Tuesday, 5. May 2009, 01:39 Post #8 |
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The chill of his slick hand thrilled the young Revenant; the colourless slick being from her own mouth around his fingers as she tasted his vitae, a thick sanguine that teased her insides and made her want even more of him. His thumb softly ran across her pierced puckers while his crimson locks swept over her face making her weaker than she had ever anticipated. Bart obviously knew how to swoon the ladies and Cantayana was no exception to this unwritten rule but when his fiercely cold lips crashed against her upper lip; well, she gave into temptation then kissed back to urge him for more. “You taste nice.” "Mmm," she groaned while he grazed her bottom lip with his. “Oh God help me...” "Not even he can save you now," the young Albigensian thought just as Bart thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with a passion; one that couldn't be defined by words. Cantayana felt his hands searching the posterior body as his dry, cold tonge explored her oral cavity and she was becoming aroused by his experienced touches. His hand gently pushed her bottom towards him; forcing her pelvis to feel his, and she was ready and willing to be fucked right then and there. Actually, she wanted him to just pick her up by the waist and brutally screw her into oblivion but when he didn't, the Revenant whimpered softly as he quietly moaned her name. "Cantayana.” Bart's hand had pushed up the material of her dress and Cantayana glanced down to see his fingers slithering their way to a very special place. "Yes," she whispered with a heavy breath. "There are still a few hours till dawn. Can you make it that far?” Before she even had the chance to answer him, Cantayana had arched her back roughly and had thrown her head back when his fingers entered her. She had completely forgotten his question but couldn't forget the fact that he was fingering her sweetness and was desperately fighting the urge to push him back, fuck him as harshly as she could, then leave him when the train halted at the next stop. That would be her enjoyment for the evening and hopefully he could leave her more satisfied than the earlier engagement that proved fruitless. “I’m getting off at the next stop. I want you to come with me.” "Mmhmm," Cantayana panted as his fingers sped up and started fucking her better than before. “You coming?” Abruptly leaning forward to meet Bart's face with her own, Cantayana reluctantly grabbed his hand and forced him to stop as she sweetly kissed his lips before running her tongue along the coolness of his jawline up to his ear. Where she whispered ever so lovingly. "I'll come with you if you promise to fuck me like the monster you are and not show mercy just because I'm of the living..." |
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| Tirion | Wednesday, 3. June 2009, 02:58 Post #9 |
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His disappointment of her stopping was immediately quashed when she laid down a challenge for him. He smiled, somewhat maliciously as he whispered back into her ear “I’ll make you regret those words.” He promised. His desire for a different setting seemed a little unnecessary with such a willing subject. He could read all the signs and knew that she wasn’t looking for a gentle screw in some king sized bed, but would enjoy it right there and then on the cold hard metal of the floor. He pushed her away getting to his feet, whilst unzipping his jacket to once again reveal the bloodied mess underneath. Letting it slip to the floor, he walked away from her towards the doors as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the smooth, blood slickened body beneath. With the shirt disposed of, he moved onto his belt, unbuckling it with his nimble fingers and sliding it away. He didn’t discard of it though, but instead laced it around the handles of the automatic doors. He buckled it, knotted it, and did all he could to ensure they were alone for as long as they needed. “Take off the dress.” He said, not even looking at her to see if she had done already. He was artificially making himself erect and the strain in his trousers made it painfully clear. He made his way back over to her, primed and ready to give her all his hell and fury. With her on the floor before him he reached down to, with odd tenderness, stroke her face. “You ready darling?” |
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