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Post by Allie on Oct 26, 2007 18:19:23 GMT -5
She finally had the strength to move again, she tried to break free, by backing away, but it didn't seem to work. She closed her eyes and sighed a heavy sigh of defeat, she finally calmed down.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 11:20:32 GMT -5
A grin played on the corners of his lips as he lifted his cheek from her neck, the urge to taste the crimson fluid pumping through the artery growing stronger. "See? Now that wasn't so hard to do, was it?" he cooed, taking hold of both her wrists. Sure, he had gotten amusement as well as bewilderment from the experience, but that wasn't all he wanted. He couldn't just let her go that easily.
Through his facial expression, the fangs within his mouth glistened by the light of the silver moon. "I'm not that scary" -- he brought his lips close to her neck again, his breath rolling onto it -- "am I?" He kissed the side he was on, the thumping of her heart reminding him of how his once beat. Now, his was hallow, and he could not tell if it were beating or drop dead still. There had never been a reason for him to know if he really had a pulse.
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Post by Allie on Oct 27, 2007 11:25:34 GMT -5
She gulped quietly, feeling his lips brush her neck, was just wrong for her. But then, he had to go and kiss her, this was when she froze, from shock, and from the horror of the situation, he had pinned her to an imaginary wall, and he had kissed her. She had always thought they would've hated eachother, but something was no right.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 11:50:19 GMT -5
Hearing no verbal response, he sighed as if he had done something wrong. "Seems I've done it again. At this rate she's going to have a heart attack by the time dawn comes," he murmured, more to himself than to her as he glanced around, as if looking for something. The voice was still cursing him for using his old tactics and toying around with her, but he ignored it. His former mentor was not there, and so it would not matter if he listened or not.
"Mm, what to do, what to do," he chanted quietly, watching her. He wasn't at all thinking about if he would scare her to death before anything worse could happen as he stared at her through his glimmering emerald orbs.
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Post by Allie on Oct 27, 2007 11:59:45 GMT -5
There's more? She thought in the recesses of her mind. She wan't shocked enough, tortured to scaredness, he had to continue? Hearing the part about the heart atack her eyes bolted open. Now, regaining motion she tried to snap her arms out of his grip and run.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 12:16:06 GMT -5
Her sudden movement took him by surprise, and he had to look for the source quickly before he could lose focus on how forcefully he gripped his wrists. The last thing he needed was to break them. Maybe I should start keeping my thoughts to myself. "Calm down, Trix dear," he murmured, trying to force the crooked smirk off his face so it wouldn't seem he was thinking anything else. "You know I can't let you go thrashing like that."
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Post by Allie on Oct 27, 2007 12:23:49 GMT -5
"Do not call me DEAR!" She shouted at him, continuing to try and break loose of his tight grasp. She was really triyng, she wanted to be free of this, nonesence. It was no fair, and definately no fun.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 12:33:51 GMT -5
"I'll call you sweetie, then," he said, his smirk visible on his lips. "It seems the perfect oxymoron for the situation." He snickered from his own words, only to pause at the sudden dampness of the air. Curses. A drop of icy liquid plucked his nose, and he stared up at the bruised clouds now blocking the moon.
His fingers flew to opening the button-up cloak he wore about him, letting it fall limply down his shoulder. It was barely any time at all when he wrapped one arm around her upper half to keep her from running, tugging the one side of the ebony fabric over her head. What must have been worse for her, however, was the fact he never did wear shirts underneath when he wore these.
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Post by Allie on Oct 27, 2007 12:40:30 GMT -5
"Don't call me Sweetie," she hissed. Trix felt him let go of her, then, she felt his wrap his ar, around her. First off, he was shirtless, secondly, he was calling her sweetie and dear, which was bad enough in themselves, but, the fact that it was onlyone arm helped. She tried tobreak for it, but, he was holding on too tight,
He had a nice body, she had to admit. Wait a second, she made a quick realization, that he was giving her his cloack. She limply let it slip off her, not like she wanted it anyway.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 13:21:04 GMT -5
"Too late, sweetie," he told her, putting the cloak back around her in a stubborn way with his free hand. "And behave. Keep the cloak over you or I'll make sure there's worse for you."
Swiftly now, he lead her through the drizzle toward a large building. It was a mausoleum, obsidian as the darkest nights. Upon the front were the scrawled letters, in a reddish tint, "Joeri Damien Rafferty." He flung the doors open, pulling her inside, then closing the doors once more, as if the sepulcher had never been disturbed.
"Is it too dark for you?" he queried, gazing around the room. No real light could enter the room besides the dim sliver from the tiny space between the doors.
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Post by Allie on Oct 27, 2007 22:14:19 GMT -5
Joeri Damien Rafferty... J...oeri, D...amien. J.D! That, was what ran through her mind as she was shoved and closed inside the dreary mauseleum. She wanted to run, but she was stuck now, and that he had called her sweetie, she would slap him for it later.
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Post by Envy on Oct 28, 2007 13:05:56 GMT -5
For a moment, he waited for her to respond to his question. But when there was nothing but silence, he queried, "Is it so strange to be in an empty tomb, where I am supposed to be laying dead?" A flame caught and lit. Seven assorted, cerise candles began to glow with life.
Dimly they illuminated the stone structure, a staircase leading down into the depths of the earth near the far wall. There was still a chill to the air within the room, along with the dripping of the rain beyond the door. The though of her escaping was a bothersome thing in his mind, and he swiftly moved one of the stone benches in front of the entrance, where he settled. He had to give credit to his family, being foolish enough to partly decorate this place. "It's really quite like home."
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Post by Allie on Oct 29, 2007 19:06:56 GMT -5
Her air caught in her throat. Was he trying to clue anything at that point? She hoped not, but, if he wasn't, she'd be safe. Hearing the stone bench scramble over to the door her heart froze for a few beats. No way out, she stuttered in the recesses of her mind. This was not good.
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Post by Envy on Oct 29, 2007 19:37:49 GMT -5
J.D. had to grin at her actions, so human-like. It had almost slipped his mind what it was like to be near one. Had he truly hunted only animals for so long? Unreal, all of this had to be. And yet he knew it was not a dream. He never slept, and therefore could never dream.
"Come here, Trix," he murmured softly, completely composed. At the moment he was folding his cloak where he had removed it, placing neatly on told of the stone box that held his empty coffin. Even in the dim illumination, it was impossible not to see how perfect his body seemed. And perfect was only what a human would call it. Any other vampire would call it normal. "This is not your crypt; it is merely a shelter from the storm."
He held out one hand, knowing if she didn't move he'd just have to pick her up. Force; he seemed to be using more of it today. And yet, it could so easily be his downfall. His weakness was in this mausoleum, his own tomb. The one thing that could kill him was within her reach.
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Post by Allie on Oct 29, 2007 20:05:50 GMT -5
"No," she said turning her back to him, so childish, yet, her thinking was so mature, compared to her actions. She never knew what he could do to her, and his actions were quite rash. Though, the sound of his voice was enticing, and he was kind of cute, but she would not give in, not now, not never.
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