Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Nov 26, 2006 21:12:34 GMT
Smoke curled through the dank air and seared the back of his throat, brought tears prickling into his eyes. He swayed dangerously to the side, his bloodshot eyes pitched back in their sockets but a cold, sinewy hand snatched his hair before he could go too far. Yelena Vityugov leaned over his shoulder to speak into his ear, and blew out an unneeded lungful of cigarette smoke, making him cough painfully.
"Don't pass out yet, sweetness," she groaned, "the fun's just started, pokers aren't even hot yet."
Boredom coloured every syllable and she took yet another drag from her cigarette. She had picked up her newest playmate in some bar; she couldn't remember which and had drawn an amount of satisfaction out of the fact that she had pulled him away from his girlfriend. Now he sat in a chair in the basement of her Los Angeles home, pulled up in front of a small table with his wrists bound behind his back awkwardly and his ankles strapped together.
The vampire stalked around to his front, running her fingers through his blonde hair and across his bloodied face, slicking up the sweat tears. She gripped his chin tightly and looked into his eyes, tapping cigarette ash onto the floor. She was dressed up to the nines, as usual, a black dress cinched in at her hips and left little to the imagination with a hem what skimmed the top if her thighs. Her boots were laced up from the ankle to below the knee and she wore her hair smoothed back severely, making her piercing, off yellow eyes that much more noticeable.
"The one thing I find with you people is you lack stamina. You really do. You put all this effort into looking your best, smelling your best and whatever. But at the end of the day..." she paused dramatically, twirling her cigarette around and hovering the slowly burning end over the flesh of his shoulder, "what a woman wants is stamina..."
She ground the end into his shoulder and he released a bark of pain, grinding it out from his teeth as if trying to deny the pleasure from it that Yelena was so obviously seeking. She shuddered all the same, flicking the cigarette away as if already fed up with it.
She stroked her fingers across his jaw instead with a sigh, "I can't get creative if you don't get into your role, baby, my art will suffer... We'll have to take it from the top." her eyes flashed menacingly in the dim lighting of the basement and she wrapped her thin hands around her victim's neck, choking him, making his veins pop out form the flesh.
She'd let unconsciousness find him and then have her fun when he woke up again. A little rest could do wonders for her prey at a time like this, when their stamina had waned to the point where they were simply no fun anymore.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
Posts: 80
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Post by Yelena on Jan 9, 2007 18:01:07 GMT
She left him in the basement, quietly suspecting that he might very well be dead when she returned and not caring in the slightest. He was boring as hell, and she wasn't even the slightest bit confident that he was what she was looking for. Yelena's heels clicked across the floor in time with some rhythm only she was really hearing, and she entered the kitchen. Her dog, Miron, was hovering around her. He circled around her and she petted his head, "Hungry sweetheart?" she cooed, going to the fridge.
Oddly, for a vampire at least, her fridge was stocked with vegetables and fruit, along with a few pounds of meat and no blood in sight. Yelena like to hand prepare Miron's food as if she were his mother, since boredom consumed most of her days, she liked to spend her time doting upon her dog and that meant keeping him in top condition. Others of her kind would probably think her crazy, Yelena simply didn't care. She smirked to herself, thinking of Sin in the Divine Comedy, daughter of Satan and mother of the hound that guarded the gates of Hell. She looked at Miron as she slapped a steak on the counter and started to chop it up,
"If Cerberus wasn't such a horrible cliché it might be quite fitting for you, hmm?" she said gently, scraping the chopped up meat into a bowl and moving for the vegetables.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 12, 2007 20:20:02 GMT
Miron had started to devour the food the instant she had put it down and Yelena stood with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching him with a face that betrayed her utter boredom. She had started off watching him affectionately but her eyes had glassed over and now she was... bored again. They were no fun recently, her prey. Weak and easily withered by even a whiff of their own blood. It was pathetic and not at all what she was looking for in a... candidate. She pushed off the counter and dropped her cigarette into her glass, listening to it fizzle out in the murky liquid.
"I'm going out for a spell, pet." She cooed and petted the Doberman's taut back, "I need a new playmate. I have to start being choosy..." she mused, as though the thought was a little repugnant. It wasn't as though she wasn't picky enough as it was but the men she was ending up with were all flash and no.... bang
Yelena prowled towards the closet in her hallway and pulled out a knee length shawl that doubled as a coat when fastened about the collar bone. She picked up her keys and slipped out of the suburban home, a facade that hid varying degrees of dark secrets behind its walls, under its floors. The full moon was the perfect time for window shopping and Yelena just about tingled with excitement at the thought of getting a new toy.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 23, 2007 21:08:37 GMT
Timeskip: About 40minutes, the drive from the city to Yelena's home.
Continued from; Alleys and Streets (Cole's Territory); Backalleys, With Deiniol
The traffic was average and it took Yelena and her new 'friend' no more time than usual to exit the city. She had been right in thinking that simply stealing a car would be the best way to avoid getting into more trouble on the way out. As much as the vampire loved carnage, that wasn't the aim of the night's excursion. She had been looking for some fun originally and found something much more exciting. Throughout the journey she cast glances to her left at Deiniol, the bite to his neck had had the desired effect and he looked as though he had passed out, head resting against the doorframe.
She parked the car in her driveway carefully. She'd get rid of it later on, it wouldn't be hard to do so and the only 'evidence' the police would find in it, if they even managed to pick it up, would lead them nowhere. Though she was traditional in many aspects of her personality, Yelena had learned that in some respects one had to change with the times.
Tossing her severe black hair over one shoulder, she got out of the car and walked around to the passenger's side. She opened the door, meticulous in her movements; precise and sharp every one of them. She unbuckled his seat belt and pulled him up and out of the car, closing it carelessly with her foot as she carried the unconscious man into her home, by the front door. None of her neighbours any the wiser, as usual.
She took him down into the basement where there was one empty chair and one occupied one and a table set length ways in-between them. Yelena placed Deiniol into the empty chair so that he was facing her other prey who was still unconscious and sitting in basically a shallow puddle of his own blood. His skin was slick with a cold sweat that was drying in salty patches here and there and saliva and blood mixed in his mouth before dripping into his lap. That would be a nice, clear message to Deiniol when he awoke, she thought.
She left him there, secured with chains around his wrists and ankles and went to shower and change. She'd let him wake up of his own accord and when he did she'd return to see the fear and confusion mix in his eyes. The thought made her smile.
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 24, 2007 1:36:10 GMT
If Deiniol had been awake, he would have been horrified. Not just by his current situation or his current surroundings but also but his current state. He had always prided himself on dressing immaculately and right now he was looking less than pristine. His deep burgundy shirt was slightly ripped at the collar, a few blood drops staining it although they could hardly been seen against the red. His tie was loose and the back of his suit jacket was covered in tiny shards of glass from where the window had rained down on him combined with the dirt of the alley and by comparison to his normal attire, he looked a mess.
He remained slumped in the chair, the bindings on his arms and legs being the only thing keeping him upright as he slowly began to come round, the scents of the room acting as a kind of smelling salts on the young man.
Denny groaned, eyes still closed for a moment. His head ached, making it hard to think, gaps in his memory and for some reason he couldn’t move his arms or legs. The last thing he remembered was getting into a car with the Rivera siblings and then… darkness. He opened his eyes slowly, head still bent. The first thing Denny managed to focus on was his right arm, bound at the wrist with a chain and attached to an arm rest, firmly holding it in place. A quick flicker and refocusing of his eyes revealed his left to be in an identical state.
With a whimper he pulled at the bounds, struggling futilely against them for a few moments, his panic and fear only rising as he realised his legs were in the same state, each bound to the corresponding leg of the chair he was sitting on.
He froze suddenly, breathing harsh as he became aware he wasn’t the only person in the room. Dreading what he might see, Denny lifted his head and stared ahead through the dim light at the other captive. With a cry he shrank back, trying to physically move himself away from the battered and beaten man across the table from him, face wrinkling up in disgust at the blood and sweat on skin.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
Posts: 80
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Post by Yelena on Jan 26, 2007 1:37:05 GMT
Yelena, it seemed, was taking her sweet time showering and changing and whatever else the vampire had decided to do to get herself freshened up. In her absence, however, her longest houseguest started to come to. Slowly at first, the room bent and twisted around him as it assaulted him mind with attempts to straighten out. But after some time he lifted his head. His face was smattered with blood in all directions, his lower lip red and sore looking. One of his eyes was swollen shut with what looked like days old bruising; lower down his shirt was ripped and crimson. With his one good eye he looked around frantically.
His vision focussed in on the new occupant of the room and he trembled, "Oh God, oh shit," he groaned, "she's back... she's... I thought she went to... to feed but..." he shook his head, dropping it slightly again and staring down at the floor.
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 28, 2007 3:27:50 GMT
Despite his own predicament, Denny felt his heart go out to the injured man, wondering just what kind of person the woman was, to clearly enjoy inflicting pain on so many people. He ignored the traitorous little voice in his head that pointed out he should be more concerned about himself, if the Father and now this man were any indication of his immediate future.
The young man pulled at his wrist again, feeling the panic slightly recede even when they bindings didn’t loosen. Denny found that when he had someone else to focus on, someone else that he had to be strong in front of, it was easier to control himself. “Who is she? What does she want?” he asked the man opposite him, trying to just understand why this was happening.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
Posts: 80
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Post by Yelena on Jan 29, 2007 14:48:50 GMT
He laughed. It was a bitterly guttural sound and as he looked up there was something... broken in his eyes, "Want? What does she want? She wants whatever the fuck she says she wants and she gets it one way or another. She's.... she gets off on pain like it's some kinda... some kinda..." he shook his head and coughed roughly. Now that he had come to again he was sweating, his skin puckered as if he were cold though the basement room was really quite warm. Tears even shone in his eyes as he apparently thought back over what the woman had wanted from him.
He did however seem to consider the 'who', "She's a... a vampire... it sounds crazy I know... but...but she's bitten me... I..." words failed him again and he shook his head, glancing at the doorway that was shrouded in darkness, "Just...just don't make her angry..."
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 29, 2007 22:11:53 GMT
Out of everything down here it was perhaps the look in the other man’s eyes that scared Denny. More than the blood and the sweat, even the chains. Those were only temporary, fluid and forever in motion, part of the bright light in the dark. But the soul… the soul was forever and if you broke the soul then you were lost. He had seen people with similar looks in eyes at the church, desperately praying for some salvation and it had scared him then too.
Denny turned his head away from the other man at the comment about biting, instinctually trying to obscure his own bite marks. The young man had become instantly aware of twin pricks of pain in his neck when he woke, his throat aching as if parched or burnt. Fragment of memory had followed fragment of memory and he could recall bright fangs sinking into his neck but he hadn’t believed.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
Posts: 80
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Post by Yelena on Jan 30, 2007 17:31:24 GMT
The sound of her high heels was the first alert to Yelena's return and the man in the chair opposite Deiniol began to tremble, real terror in his eyes as he dragged his bloodshot eye over to the man who sat in much the same position as him. He swallowed, apparently about to say something but the door opened and he simply looked down and away.
"Oh don't let me interrupt..." Yelena purred as she slipped into and out of the shadows at the edge of the room. She was dressed, as usual, in clothing that would be impossible for a living breathing woman. There was a corset that was inched in just a little too tight to allow normal breath with a loose, crimson shirt over the top, sheer sleeves and embroidered detail around the collar and cuffs. It was left un-buttoned and un-tucked, the ends drooping over her plain black skirt that was slit dramatically up the front. She wore heels that only someone with vampyric balance could manage to walk straight in; high and thin and strapped up at her ankles. Her black hair was still damp and scooped back into a severe bun and even her fingernails had been painted to match.
She went straight for the beaten man, standing behind him so that she could face Deiniol, "You two have been getting to know each other I hope?" she placed her hands on his shoulders with an almost... caring gentility, "This is Thomas. He's been my guest for quite some time..." she smiled coldly, her right hand moved up into his hair, inducing a ripple of disgust and fear from Thomas as she fingertips continued on to brush down his cheek.
"Time to share." she cooed, "What's you name, baby? Deiniol....?"
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 30, 2007 21:50:25 GMT
Just… don’t make her angry, don’t make her angry, don’t make her angry… The words of the other man – Thomas – rang round and round in his head and he swallowed nervously, trying to break out of those thoughts and into something potentially less frightening. He watched her carefully as she leaned over Thomas, trying his best not to panic or throw up.
“Deiniol Fey,” he told her softly, resisting the urge to explain the meanings behind his name. It was a foolish habit, one ingrained by his parents. A Welsh first and last name meant he was used to translating it, explaining that Deiniol was Welsh for Daniel but he didn’t want to give the woman anything more than he had to. It was part of the reason why he was content for her to call him Deiniol instead of the more commonly used term of Denny. It kept something back for himself.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 30, 2007 22:51:27 GMT
"Fey." Yelena practically sighed the name, tilting her head to the side and closing her eyes. "I like that. The accent's Welsh... isn't it? Mhmm..." she seemed content in her musings for a moment and her hands played slowly over Thomas' features, without her even needing to see their direction. The young man in her grasp simply allowed the actions. The fight had long since gone out of him. "It's been a long time since I bumped into someone from Europe. I miss the old accents very much."
Off yellow eyes opened and raked shamelessly over Deiniol's body. Her fingers were playing with Thomas' lips and jaw line and he shuddered visibly. It was enough to distract Yelena and she growled, recoiling an arm and smacking him across the back of the head. He bowed forwards and she moved to the side of his chair, grabbing his jaw. "This will be helpful for you, Deiniol, a demonstration of what happens when my playthings fail to follow the rules."
She pressed her thumb in against Thomas' swollen, bruised eye. He wailed in pain and bucked against her slightly, though it was a weak action with little actual fight in it. Yelena made sure Deiniol could clearly see what she was doing.
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 30, 2007 23:20:08 GMT
He swallowed again, throat complaining painfully against the heavy movement that had forced skin to expand so much and then contract, stretching at the marks in his neck. Denny forced himself not to react to the pain he has accidentally caused himself, knowing somehow that it would only serve to amuse her and found no reason to hasten that.
If the vampire – he had to accept for the moment she was a vampire – would punish him for something as trivial as moving under her touch then he didn’t want to think what a larger ‘sin’ would bring from her. Even if some part of him wanted to question just exactly was he supposed to know the rules, always liking to know the guidelines. Denny wasn’t too fond of being referred to as a plaything either but he forced himself to slowly nod, hoping his confusion would either not be visible or mistaken for something else. If possible, he wanted to avoid as many demonstrations as possible, both for Thomas and himself.
The young man had no illusions as to his own strength and will – if she hurt him the way she seemed to be building up to and planning, then he would cry out and sooner rather than later. He wasn’t the strong man seen in books and he wasn’t the hero or even the side kick.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Feb 5, 2007 1:13:03 GMT
Yelena pulled back, retracting her thumb from Thomas' eye and stepping around him once more so she could see Deiniol straight on. She lent forwards, her forearms on her victim's shoulders, his head was bowed and she set her cheek against the side of his head and inhaled stale air from across his skin. "So tell me, Deiniol. What do you do for a living? I'm assuming it's something to do with the Church. People generally don't just hang around them in a suit and tie at this hour of night." She tilted her head slightly, one hand visibly toying with the sweaty blonde hair around the opposite ear of the barely conscious Thomas.
"Unless you're some... unsavoury business type, seeking absolution for screwing around behind you're wife's back?" She blinked 'innocently'.
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Feb 5, 2007 2:52:35 GMT
I don’t have a wife. I don’t wear a ring and I’ve never screwed anyone… Denny didn’t voice his thoughts, the flippant comebacks but just thinking them made him feel slightly better about the whole situation. So he was just terrified instead of terrified out of his skull as he stared at the female vampire, trying to contain the bile that rose in his throat at the way she was playing with the other man and the way Thomas was just letting her. He blinked a few times, trying to drive away the unpleasant imagery of her doing that to him, and him being in the same mind set as Thomas…
“I… I’m the church secretary,” Denny muttered, throat dry. “I… I do pretty much everything there.” He added, still watching her carefully. An inane thought rose in his mind and he choked slightly, wondering what on earth possessed his brain to question as to who the female was in the more ordinary fashion – she had never given her name and the polite part of him – the part that was clearly ignoring the surroundings and his own dismal position – wanted to know her name, since she was learning so much about him.
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