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Post by Trix on Nov 5, 2008 20:08:37 GMT -5
Moonlight illuminated a dark room, where two lovers wrestled beneath expensive linnens, grunting and growling though the still silence of the night.
Silver light accented the rippling muscle of the male, who now pinned his unfortunate prey beneath him. A dark look flashed in his lustful eyes. His partner was painfully un-aware of what would soon become of her; The drow had only been at the bar, trying to drown her sorrows, and he was an impeccably handsome- though slightly pale- stranger, who made her tremble with desire.
Roughly, he kissed her collar bone, making her whimper displeasurefully as his teeth knicked her black-blue skin. She pulled at his hair and growled. "No, stop; stop it." He ignored her pleas, and raked his claw-like finger nails down her body.
A scream split through the air.
Half an hour later, a drained corpse lay under a white sheet, it's killer standing at the window, his dark eyes harsh- obsidian. Expelling a long, annoyed sigh, Willym turned to the dead drow and snorted. "What a waste." He ran his tongue over his teeth and lifted her body, wrapped in the sheets before springing out the window, and into the cold night air.
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Post by bynx on Nov 7, 2008 17:06:30 GMT -5
Elle watched from the shadows as the figure moved from the window's to the street. The moaning and the suen scream indicated the events that had happened in the room. This must be Willym, had to be. Looked just like the brat Chainz was using. Where the hell was she? Why did Elle have to track this kid down? Chainz has news, Chainz should deliver it dammit..
Her eyes flashed as she moved into the dim light of the moon, throwing him a sideways glance. "Hey. Willym, right? " she asked boredly, rubbing her neck absentmindedly where her collar had once stood. Speaking of which, Raven still owed them, did he not?
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Post by Trix on Nov 7, 2008 20:00:27 GMT -5
Dropping the cooling body into the trunk of his ferarri, he grunted in annoyance while shutting the lid. He'd made a promise to Tori. Kill, and Bury, Kill and bury. It was all so tedious, but why anger the woman who had all but raise him? If she didn't step on his toes, he saw no reason to not keep her around. And in keeping her around and out of his hair, by the simple and tedious task she asked him to do. As for the car, well he liked to go fast; He lusted for danger, and for women- almost as much as he did for blood. And what was more adrenalinne raising than a fast, flawed mortal creation?
A tiny smirk pulled at the corner of his lips while he stood, palms resting down on the trunk of his car. When the female voice split the air, he glanced over his shoulder and sized her up. His face showed no sign of intreigue or interest, though inside- of course he wondered what she would feel like beneath him. A low, inaudible rumble vibrated in his throat with the thought. Would her blood be sweet? Tangy?
Turning only now to face her, he scanned her face with dark, obsidian eyes. Folding his arms over six-feet-two inches of perfectly sculpted body. His stone-chizzled jaw set itself in a confident and sexy smirk while he raised a brow. "... That is what they call me, yes.... and you are?"
He glanced sideways at the sky, putting on a seemingly bored act. His instincts craved unclaimed territory- and that unclaimed territory was she. His throat grew tight with the wanting of blood, with the wanting of her flesh. He blinked and returned his cold, callous gaze to her.
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Post by bynx on Nov 8, 2008 14:22:36 GMT -5
His cold demeanor irritated her. What the hell id Chainz want with him? Her type was much more..submissive.. Now inside, inside his thoughts, something had to be going on.. But his demeanor was frustrating, and his glance over her body irritated her. What calmed her? at least her tasted good to her eyes.
A deep breath caused her chest to rise, sending her body into light, almost unseeable spasms that shook her curved frame, the movement causing her tanned skin to glint in the light. "That's none of your concern, actually." She remarked, her eyes narrowing at his boredom. Why the hell was he putting his kill in the trunk of his car? It was a nice car.. but it was man made.. Why? Anywho, why keep this kill? That was just....strange.
"I'm sure you want to get back to your.... work...so I'll be short, and sweet." she explained, rolling the words on her tongue, letting her voice roll over him. "You do remember Chainz? I'm sure you do. Anyway's, she's slightly busy at the moment, and asked for some space. Something about your flavor. Anyway's, she also wanted to know how badly you wanted yout fathers throne..." She yawned, examining the ground beneath her.
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Post by Trix on Nov 8, 2008 15:11:53 GMT -5
His dark, obsisian eyes trailed over her body as she breathed. He hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his well fitting jeans with a vague whisper of a smile. She seemed keenly aware of him at the moment- just as he was of she. Shifting slightly, to mirror her movements in the light, pale light cascaded over a chizzled chest and abdomen giving him the adonis appearence of a goldy statue. A body that was sculpted to meet the desires of a woman, yet so alluringly predatorial.
The corner of his lips twiched, in a silent laugh at the feirceness of her firat response. Admirable, a woman who did not want to draw him near. But none of his busness? His eyes caught a beam of moonlight and momentarily appeared almost silver 'Oh but that became my buisness from the moment I saw you.' He mused silently, folding his arms over his bare chest.
With the exaggeration of her rolling words intrest flickered in his eyes. She came across almost sultry, and as she continued to speak the want for her body, blood and mind grew in his core. He shifted slightly at the mention of Chainz. 'Ah, of course the two would be in league with one another...' His lust grew with the knowledge of the two being somehow connected.
Taking a long stride, leaving small space between the two, he unfolded his arms and raised his brows. "Did she now." He ran his tongue over his fangs thoughtfully and shrugged. "I don't care for the throne." He tilted his head slightly. "My games would come to an end. Chosing a single queen would end my..." His eyes trailed down her body, drinking in her essence before looking back to her face "..fun."
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Post by bynx on Nov 8, 2008 15:29:38 GMT -5
She raised a brow in disgust, her lip curling as he closed the comfortable gap, allowing his eyes to trail over her body at a closer angle. Her dark brown eyes flashed as she raised a hand, her finger tips touching his shoulder as she pushed, extending the space between them. "When one speaks, usually the listener looks at the persons face. My face is up here only... Try and focus.." She snapped, folding her arms. He would have to work harder than that.
As he mentioned his fun, she smirked. Rolling her hand towards his car, she raised her brow in an amused smirk. "Fun? Looks like your only cleaning up a mess..Sound like....Fun.." she remarked, her voice flat. Yes, his body was making her yearn for him, nobody is as immune as they act, she was just better at controlling herself.
Brushing her hand behind her shoulders, she smirked. "And your brother? Any emotional attachment at all?"
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Post by Trix on Nov 8, 2008 15:43:45 GMT -5
"Usually the listener would, but I, am not as per norm.." He grinned with a sexy stubborness and let her move him about a pace backward, where he again folded his arms and allowed his expression to cool into unreadable depths.
He glanced back toward the car when she made a motion toward it and fought an annoyed and amused smirk. Sharp witted, sharp tongued, this woman knew no bounds. He liked it. His eyes shifted from the car to meet hers, his cold slate-flecked obsidian eyes dark with unreadable expression. Lust, amusement, annoyance, intreigue. She stood on the edge of his self controll, teasing him with her mere presence. He responded to her talk of his fun with only an incline of his head, his strong jaw set.
Watching her move, he paid little attention to ehr words until she mentioned Alex. A furrow formed between his brows and his expression hardened, calloused. "What Alex has become is not my brother. We are obviously not of the same cloth." He growled, his voice menacing, yet alluringly powerful.
"..You've yet to tell me your name." He blinked at her while placing his hands on his lean hips and smirking, knowing that the subtle actions he made would both unravel and anger a woman like her.
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Post by bynx on Nov 8, 2008 15:55:00 GMT -5
His obvious arrogance of his body irritated her with every move he made, attempting to force his rather stunning body into her thoughts. He was after lust. She would pass. For now.
She let an amused smirk claim her lips as he voice radiated with anger at the mention of his brother. Anger excited her. His growl, his anger, rolled her body, causing her back to arch for a moment, her eyes flickered before she let them rest on him, raising a brow. He was dangerous angry, his expression told her so. This was rather good news to her.
As he leaned back into his seductive manner, her excitement drowned, returning to irritation. "As I told you, that is not of your concern. I do believe we are done here, you have ...a mess to clean." She smirked, her brow raised in irritated amusement.
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Post by Trix on Nov 9, 2008 12:21:06 GMT -5
His jaw tightened at her words, and his eyes- somehow- darkened from obsidian to a deadly ebony. He moved foreward slowly, his brows knit. Her attitude played a little too strong, and had passed his amused annoyance and now simply irritated him. His hand found her wrist and a low growl emitted itself from him as he pulled her against his chest. There was no gentleness about him as he roughly took her other wrist in his free hand, and stared down at her with dark, lustful and rageful eyes.
There were only two women in the world who he would accept 'mind your own buisness' chatter from, and she was definately not one. The only reason he would accept it from Lora and Tori, were because he respected the fact that they raised him, and that was a whole story to itself.
Roughly holding her against his chest, his handsome features darkened with rage, only making him appear preditorial- dangerous. His fangs glistened as he lowered his face somewhat closer to hers. Abruptly, he spun her around, so her back was against his abdomen, and her wrists were gathered in one hand. His now free hand cupped her jaw roughly. "Bad things happen to people who test my patience.." His voice was low, vibrating with rage, calloused with years of desolation. It was a promise, more than a threat.
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Post by bynx on Nov 11, 2008 12:29:24 GMT -5
Her eyes flashed as he moved forward, grabbing her wrist. Her hand found his wrist, nails digging in rather deeply. Before she could moved her hand again to his throat, he took is rather roughly into his own. A flash of light from a passing car illuminating the increasingly dangerous anger in her eyes. Her jaw tightened as teeth and power lashed out at him. Before she could so much as get a scrap of flesh in her mouth, he spun her, cutting her off from biting and scratching completely. Hell, she could still kick.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, her peripherals glancing over his face, a growl emitted from her throat, causing her now arches back to ripple again, her entire body tightening. "Death happens to those who threaten..Or touch[/t] me." she shot back angrily.
Her legs locked as she straightened. Dammit, he was taller than she was. Her eyes caught on the car, and she flashed a menacing grin. She spun, twirling with him, his grip good enough to keep her against him, good, thats what she wanted. As they neared she car, she kicked, full force, knocking them both back as she pinned him between her and the hood of his car. "Release me."
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Post by Trix on Nov 11, 2008 12:47:53 GMT -5
When she was turned, and couldn't see him, a full-out smile broke onto his face at her struggles. This was how a woman should respond to manhandling, not the way most did. he furrowed his brows in thought, impervious to the depth in which her nails had sunk. Chainz had not responded his way. he set his jaw, annoyed that she should so much as cross his mind. But she did; and damnit all, she looked good, or, his memory did her well. Expelling an annoyed sigh, he turned his attention back to matters at hand and smirked as he moved through the air, now pinned between her and the hood of his car.
With a disinterested growl, and his lycan super-strength, he stood, set her level on the ground and released her wrists. "You aren't worth my time." He tossed the words non-chalantly into the air and allowed his expression to harden to cold fint, his perfectly sculpted face emotionless, though vague curiosity mingled with boredom and annoyance in the depths of his now smoke hued eyes.
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Post by Trix on Nov 11, 2008 12:48:11 GMT -5
When she was turned, and couldn't see him, a full-out smile broke onto his face at her struggles. This was how a woman should respond to manhandling, not the way most did. he furrowed his brows in thought, impervious to the depth in which her nails had sunk. Chainz had not responded his way. he set his jaw, annoyed that she should so much as cross his mind. But she did; and damnit all, she looked good, or, his memory did her well. Expelling an annoyed sigh, he turned his attention back to matters at hand and smirked as he moved through the air, now pinned between her and the hood of his car.
With a disinterested growl, and his lycan super-strength, he stood, set her level on the ground and released her wrists. "You aren't worth my time." He tossed the words non-chalantly into the air and allowed his expression to harden to cold fint, his perfectly sculpted face emotionless, though vague curiosity mingled with boredom and annoyance in the depths of his now smoke hued eyes.
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Post by bynx on Nov 11, 2008 13:26:34 GMT -5
Elle gazed at those smoky eyes and let a unique grin tug at the corners of her mouth. She was serious. She would kill him for that one day. Well.. Attempt to at least... Chainz would have to be somewhere else..As much as Elle prided herself in her skill.. Chainz was the last chick she truly wanted to piss off.
"Worth your time? Oh, wait, I forgot you were busy cleaning... " She chided, cracking her wrists as she glared at him. Where the hell was her Kayde when she needed him? Oh the joy she would have as her little pup tore into Willym's chiseled body.
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Post by Trix on Nov 11, 2008 13:55:05 GMT -5
When she mentioned cleaning, the nerve in his jaw twiched and he shook his head, letting her comment roll off of his back like water. He didn't want this right now. A fight? With her? He glanced back over his shoulder unamusedly and shook his head before moving to the driver's side of the ferarri and smirking to himself. It was a pity, wasn't it? He thought looking up at Elle.
Her body, was a wonderland. He wondered how it would taste, what texture her skin would be. How her blood would feel. The sting of want for both filled him and he growled lowly before pulling the door open. Still, he thought as he gingerly moved. Would her body flow beneath his? Would it be pliable, or would she be stiff? Tentative, tantalizing... or, would she be struggling to get away? His jaw tightened and he gripped the steering wheel tightly before rubbing his forehead in annoyance and again getting out of the car.
He shut the door carelessly and 'floated' over to her, carrying his body with an unusual masculine grace, but with power, such magnificent power.
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Post by bynx on Nov 11, 2008 16:06:55 GMT -5
She raised a brow as he neared her, her face turned cold, her eyes throwing daggers. "Touch me and I will remove your extra head." She growled, glaring at him, cracking each individual finger in her right hand, waiting for him to near.
Yes, she wanted him just as bad, but on her own damn terms. True enough, he would get a much better show if he simply took things on his own, she was a dominant, but he was stronger. Her anger showed blatantly on her face as she took a step back, a growl ripping painfully from her throat, sending rippled down her body in short, sweet spasms of energy.
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Post by Trix on Nov 11, 2008 17:56:18 GMT -5
His dark eyes flashed with anger as her anger grew, matching hers piece for piece. He grinned at her statemet and quirked a brow. "Oh really now." The cracking of her knuckles only drove him further, moving foreward with a super-human speed, and catching both wrists again, beneath a single palm.
He smirked darkly, his anger obvious in his eyes. She was a firey being, someone who would not bend to others will. He craved it. He craved her. He wanted to feel her fear.
Binding her still with his vice-like arms he leapt easily through the hotel window that he had previously used. The room was a wreck. The carpet was stained and bloodied hand-prints covered the walls. Furniture was obliterated and lay mangled around the room. All but the bed. Which was where he was forcively dragging the woman in his arms.
Pinning her beneath him, with his indiscribable lycan strength he growled. Far beyond words. His dark eyes offered her nothing but rage.
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Post by bynx on Nov 14, 2008 22:26:32 GMT -5
Trapped.Trapped beneath him with her hands bound in his rather rough grip. His body was weighing on hers, pressing her into the rumpled sheets. Her bare skin was on his own bare stomach as she shifted, her eyes flashed, yet she made no noise. Would she fight? Yes. But he would not gain the fear he sought, nor the whimpers and screams he had grown so used to.
Her legs bent beneath them, placing her knee's in between her stomach and his. Her feet were flat against his upper calf as she shoved, forcing him backwards. Her only issue? His vice-like grip merely caused her to force them both to their knee's. Hissing, she spat at him, her eyes daring an angry.
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