Marissa
Vampire
Rogue
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
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Post by Marissa on Feb 22, 2006 20:15:26 GMT
Humans had their uses, Marissa had long ago learned. They could be advantageous in so many ways, and not just as food. Some could be coerced to do any number of tasks... this being one of them.
Laying atop the human man, she ran her hands over his strong shoulders and collarbone, watching his face as he slept. She realised - or rather remembered - that humans didn't have quite the stamina that vampires did, and she smirked playfully to herself; she'd worn him out. Chuckling faintly, her eyes wandered to his throat. Biting gently at her bottom lip, she pondered; should she do it?
The man could be useful... but then, she was rather hungry. Such physical exertion really did work up an appetite. Sighing, Marissa realised that a trip to the club was probably in order... so long as that brutish werewolf wasn't working the door. He'd declined her entry before, apparently because of the 'state' of her attire.
Bullshit, she thought bitterly, eyes reddening slightly. She knew very well why he'd turned her away. She would have liked nothing more than to teach him a lesson... but she knew that, so long as this was werewolf territory, she could never hope to get away with it cleanly.
Killing humans was so much easier to deal with...
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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 23, 2006 22:05:23 GMT
Marissa, like any self-respecting vampire, hated the daytime. It was boring, and claustrophobic, and understandably, dangerous. The drapes had to be closed, she had to stay where the harmful rays couldn’t touch her, and it was more or less a time that she had to spend alone. She gave a small growl of restless irritation, listening to her stomach give a little snarl of its own. She should have kept the last human alive a little longer…
Sighing, she flopped back on the sheets of her bed, red hair spilling out behind her, un-spiked and free from any pins or clips. Maybe tonight, she would risk a little outing. What harm could it do, really? She was old enough to know how to defend herself, and it wasn’t as if she was afraid of the mongrels, even on the full moon. She could handle herself, and besides, she would need to find herself a fresh meal.
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