Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
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Post by Jesse on Jul 25, 2008 13:07:19 GMT
He listened to the sounds of the fight for a while - it wasn't a fast one. Ramski certainly had things well in hand - and Jesse changed back to human form, lighting a cigarette as the smells of blood and fresh meat reached his nostrils. City prey was always so dirty.
He walked away from the alley and moved towards home at an easy lope. He wasn't far - a moment or two at a fast jog... and Ramski could clean up. He was a wolf. He wasn't hungry... so he was headed home again. To pack and Alpha.
Continued back at Red Moon Manor
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Marissa
Vampire
Rogue
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
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Post by Marissa on Jun 5, 2010 15:32:35 GMT
POST TIMESKIP.
Marissa Auburn was not the kind of vampire to deny herself even the simplest pleasure, and in her mind, feeding had always been pleasurable, that hot roll of blood over your tongue, the delightful burn as it slid down your throat, giving you life while taking it from another. What wasn't to enjoy? She had never denied herself any kind of pleasure or desire, she was controlled by those things and saw no need to do anything of the sort. Vampires were the superior race, that was their rightful place, and though the animals might have knocked them from their throne temporarily, they would reclaim it. All in good time. They wouldn't be reclaiming anything if they skulked around in the shadows, playing the parts of meek lesser creatures.
She shuddered in disgust at the thought.
He was a young thing, barely in his twenties, pretty and strong, and the poor, ignorant fool had been so easily misled by her green eyes and playful smile, the hushed promises of a good time, an evening he would never forget. Why would he? It would be his last. The thought made Marissa smile against the boy's throat as the last of his fight fled him and he slumped into her strong arms, weak and fading as she drank from him, losing herself in the feel of the warm, coppery as it left him and entered her.
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Marissa
Vampire
Rogue
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
Posts: 36
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Post by Marissa on Jun 6, 2010 16:52:49 GMT
Marissa saw no need not to make a spectacle of herself, she was worth the attention after all and her sire had certainly thought so before his untimely demise. She was a vampire, a creature of the night, these gloomy hours belonged to her kind, their kind, and why shouldn't she do as she pleased, when and where she pleased? Who had any right to tell her it was wrong, that it was not her place? Certainly not the wolves, the animals who couldn't even control themselves at all times, animals that didn't even have hunger to blame for their frenzies. Marissa made no excuses and offered no apologies. She never had, and she never would.
The male had gone completely limp in her grip, his body going cold, and when the redheaded female felt the life leave him with those last few drops, she released him from where she had pressed him against the wall, where the young fool had thought his luck was about to take a turn for the better, watching him with a smile on her stained lips as he slumped to the floor in a heap. Poor boy. The words formed in Marissa's mind with no real sympathy, and she was just in the process of stifling a laugh when she felt that prickle at the back of her neck that told her she was not alone and that it was not just the body at her feet keeping her company.
Her head turned, auburn hair swaying with the motion, and she set eyes that were fading from red to green on the blonde male not far away. For several seconds she simply stared, scrutinising, and then her mouth turned up at the corners into a smile. "Well, well," she all but purred, stepping away from the corpse and into the middle of the passage where the boy had met his end. "They say curiosity killed the cat," she told her fellow vampire, smile lingering. "It's a good thing you're not a cat, hmm?"
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Marissa
Vampire
Rogue
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
Posts: 36
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Post by Marissa on Jun 8, 2010 15:12:58 GMT
For so many years now, Marissa had been taking whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She'd been born into privilege, with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, and really she'd never known anything different. All her time spent as a vampire had been filled with arrogance and confidence that she, personally, felt was well-deserved. She could have whatever she wanted because she had never known anything different, and what sense did it make to change now when she had strength and immortality on her side? None whatsoever. Humans were beneath her, there to be used and abused as she and others like her saw fit. Marissa didn't care whether it seemed smart to feed in public -- though what was public about a backstreet, where only strays and rodents could see or hear her feeding? -- because truthfully she didn't care about rules or guidelines outside those of her own making.
This new boy -- though calling him that out loud would not only be presumptuous but also perhaps provocative; there was no way to tell by sight who was older of the two vampires -- was interesting, offering her that little wave that drove a light laugh up and out of her mouth before she licked her lips to take in the last of the human's blood. She went on to smile approvingly at his choice of words. Filthy dog. Marissa liked that, giving a murmur of agreement low in her throat, nodding her head slowly. "Dining in?" Her tone became disinterested, a sigh slipping free. "Not at all." Her gaze briefly moved back to the body she had dropped to the ground. "Why dine in when I can eat out?" She grinned when she met his gaze again. "This big, bad city with all this wonderful variety? How can I say no to that?"
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